Supergirl versus Fausta, the Nazi Wonder Woman
by John Feer

1.)
Schloss Markheim, Gestapo Headquarters, January 1942:

Colonel Kesselman had a headache and her name was “Fausta Grables”, girl athlete and Nazi Germany’s ace of spies.
The Colonel was seated in a small screening room watching a captured American newsreel showed clips of the hated Yankee heroine Supergirl rounding up some Nazi saboteurs.
A lucky cameraman caught a rare glimpse of the hapless spies blazing away at the beautiful crimefightress with machine-guns…to no effect the bullets harmlessly bounded off her blue minidress with the distinctive cape and red “S” icon.
For 1940’s America she was somewhat indecently dressed, not that anyone cared-there was after all a war on and Supergirl was being plainly thrifty and patriotic in the material that went into her skirts.
No one knew the original of this young female daredevil; she simply showed up one day in her distinctive costume and started making trouble for America’s enemies.
The rumor was that she had a “connection” with Captain Dick Malverne of G-2. The only proof of this was the heroine’s preference for operating in Washington DC and her annoying habit of saving Captain Malverne from the various death traps he so regularly stumbled into.
“She can fly…” muttered the villainess matter of factly.
“Mass hallucination” sneered Kesselman.
“Bullets don’t seem to harm her…” continued Fausta.
“Nothing more than a new form of body armor,” rejoined the Colonel.
“And her strength Herr Colonel, what of that?” asked the girl spy who never took her eyes off the movie screen.
The Colonel sank down in his seat with a grumble; it was true, Supergirl did seem to have extraordinary super powers…he just couldn’t let a bitch like Fausta off without a fight.
Frankly the whole thing seemed pretty preposterous, if the American Supergirl was powerful, how could a hopeless social climbing nit like Fausta hope to capture her?
It didn’t help matters from a propaganda perspective that Supergirl was a beautiful youthful blonde with blue eyes…the very embodiment of Aryan womanhood working for Roosevelt and his hated mongrel clique.
“She’d better NOT capture Supergirl” thought Kesselman, “imagine a mere woman becoming a hero of the Reich!”
The whole thing would be ironic, if a humorless Nazi executioner like Kesselman was capable of laughing-which he was not.
Meanwhile there sat Fausta Grables next to him gazing lovingly at the movie screen droning on and on about the fantastic powers evidenced by this young girl.
The scene then switched…the Girl of Steel was filmed at a war bond rally. Backstage she could be seen powdering her pert little nose with a shy smile-the newsreader could be heard prattling on in a condescending fashion. The Maid of Might was then seen lifting up a Sherman tank to the amazement of her well heeled Hollywood audience.
Fausta took in the sight with a sigh “Ja…she is all woman-all woman-always with the flawless make up” she muttered.
“She is a fake…a Hollywood fake,” Kesselman mumbled with a throbbing head…this bitch in jackboots is a favorite of the Fuhrer so he had to tread carefully.
“What was that Colonel?” asked Fausta sweetly.
“Supergirl is a fake!” Kesselman said unpleasantly.
“She has caught dozens of our best agents…our human assets in Washington are down to nothing…she is a formidable fake I think!” hissed the Nazi villainess.
Kesselman changed his tactics “Something is certainly rolling up our agents in America…what do you propose Fraulein Fausta?” he asked silkily.
“I shall go to America, capture Supergirl and bring her home to the Reich in chains!” said Fausta proudly.
Kesselman stifled a laugh.
“You…?!” he snickered “A mere woman!?”
Fausta sensed his skepticism and blazed “Our Fuhrer watched this newsreel repeatedly…he thinks Supergirl is real and a threat…!”
“I’ll just bet he did,” thought the Colonel “Damned Austrian weirdo…the Gestapo’s day will come!”
“I shall require the usual strike team and the use of a U-boat,” continued Fausta.
“Fine!” agreed Kesselman, anything to be rid of this harpy!
Just then though, the Colonel had a qualm….fake or not Fausta might just capture this Supergirl and come home a heroine…that would be bad for him and Reichsfuhrer Himmler, Kesselman’s patron and a notorious critic of unfeminine women…he opted to hedge his bets.
“Fraulein…”
“Ja herr Colonel?”
“Could you do us a favor in America?”
“What?”
“While you are capturing Supergirl…please round up a certain US scientist who wishes to defect…as you say we lack assets in Washington…” purred the Gestapo henchman.
“Nein Herr Colonel…Supergirl is a Fuhrer decreed priority!” howled the villainess.
“It is a simple matter….surely the Fuhrer won’t mind a little co-operation from the great Fausta Grables? Of course it might be a tall order for a woman…” sneered the Colonel.
Fausta over-rode her anger; deliberately ignoring the scientist’s situation might bring down the Gestapo on her…it could get bad especially if she couldn’t capture Supergirl…Fausta relented.
“What is this scientist’s name?” she asked.
“Lex Luthor, he has promised the Reich the secret of atomic weapons,” said the Colonel.
“Sounds like nonsense to me…doesn’t German physics state that atomic fission is a practical impossibility?” asked Fausta.
“You and I know this, but Reichsminister Todt claims the man is a genius and insists that we honor Luthor’s request for asylum”
“I’ll do it,” grumbled Fausta…the Gestapo and Hitler’s armaments wizard down on her; she had to collect Luthor there was no other way!
“Fine!” said Kesselman briskly “I’ll include the rendezvous information in your briefing packet.”
“Operation Fraulein will be a success!” boasted Fausta.
“Just how do you plan to capture Supergirl” probed the Nazi secret policeman.
Fausta gave an evil smile “I will exploit her female vanity!”
“Good luck!” lied the Colonel.
Fausta crashed her heels together “Heil Hitler!” she shouted.
“Heil!” sneered Kesselman in return.

2.)
G-2 Headquarters, the War Department Washington D.C. that same day
Linda Danvers, (aka Supergirl) civilian secretary to Captain Dick Malverne G-2, moodily stared out her window in the War Department.
The pert secretary hid her natural blonde mane under a skillful brown wig and was dressed in a businesslike fashion.
Her disguise fooled the whole world it seemed; no one connected Linda Danvers debutante and patriotic war worker with the glamorous dynamic Supergirl!
“Mom and Dad found me in a rocket as an infant…the rocket blew up right after impact and that is all they know…where AM I from…who launched that rocket?” she thought.
Linda returned to her desk and finished up some typing for her boss at a rapid but non-super clip. Brisk and efficient but not too flashy was her watchword…if she faded a bit into the background she could better keep an eye on her heart throb Captain Malverne.
Besides with her glamorous Supergirl identity, almost everyone faded into the background!
Linda looked up from her typewriter wistfully “the Germans are big on rocketry…could I be…German? But why do I have all these powers?” she thought.
Just then her boss, Captain Malverne breezed in, he was handsome, brave and prone to more trouble than any man alive.
Linda had a pathetic schoolgirl crush on him all the same.
“Penny for your thoughts Miss Danvers” japed the pilot.
“Oh I’m just dreaming of a big strong man who will drag me off into marriage by the hair!” joked Linda.
“I thought your parents wanted you to go to college first?”, Dick was now flipping through the morning mail with a distracted air.
Linda shuddered inwardly, her parents encouraged her to use her amazing powers for the common good, but the also expected her to live like a proper young lady of wealth.
They were on the verge of shipping her off to “The Stanhope College for Young Girls” when the war broke out. Linda had finagled a deferred admission and patriotically took a job at the War Department where she met Captain Malverne and began her career as Supergirl, the Maid of Might, champion of democracy.
“You ought to think about a degree…when this war is over there will be plenty of opportunities for educated women” prattled Dick who was always predicting a bright future after the war.
“Hrrph!” thought Linda “I’ve already got a job as Supergirl…I don’t need home economics classes from some hen college!”
“Well think about it anyway” smiled Dick who disappeared into his office.
“I’ll buzz you if Supergirl shows up” joked Linda.
“Thanks Miss Danvers you’re a doll” called out the pilot from within his office.
“MEN!” thought Linda, “Push your boobs out, flash some blonde hair put on a short skirt and they think you are a different person-and thank God too!”
Lena Thorul, Linda’s best friend at the War Department breezed in “Lunch at the usual time Linda?” she asked.
“You betcha!” agreed the disguised heroine.
“Hey maybe we’ll see Supergirl in action!”, Lena was a big fan for the famous heroine.
“Maybe…” said Linda uncertainly.
“Hey Linda…” Lena’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper “What do you suppose Supergirl wears under that blue skirt of hers?”
Lena giggled at the thought.
Linda leaned in and whispered “Well…I have it on good authority and strictly on the Q.T. that with all these wolves prowling around Washington that it is a real chastity belt!”
Both girls tittered happily.

3.)
Maxwell’s Sanitarium (abandoned), Bayside Palisades Maryland, a week later.
“Fraulein Grables, I must protest, I was given assurances by Berlin of my safe passage to the Reich!
This other project to capture Supergirl is a hopeless enterprise” rumbled Lex Luthor peevishly.
The bald criminal scientist had been scooped up by Fausta’s team and was now seated in a dusty office of an abandoned sanitarium.
What was worse, Fausta Grables was up on a small stool being lovingly fitted with an exact copy of Supergirl’s famous costume by two female henchwomen.
“Calm yourself Herr Luthor, we will rendezvous with the U-boat in due course…we have time we may as well at least discuss our Supergirl problem” purred Fausta.
“But I have important information for Germany’s war effort!” blazed Luthor.
“And I have a mission conferred on me by our Fuhrer! You wouldn’t want to reach the Reich having thwarted one of Adolph Hitler’s direct orders would you?” rejoined the Nazi villainess.
Luthor narrowed his eyes and considered the situation…this Fausta dame seemed like a gaudy amateur who was radically underestimating Supergirl’s effectiveness. If her plan somehow involved showing up in the same outfit as the heroine Luthor seriously doubted that the Girl of Steel would simply flop over and die of embarrassment.
“On the other hand” thought the criminal scientist “I if I help Fausta with her mission I’ll stand aces high with the Nazi High Command when we reach Germany AND I’ll have Supergirl in my clutches!”
“Well…” muttered Luthor “I think you make pretty good twin for Supergirl especially in that get up but you will never be able to duplicate her super powers.”
“Why thank you Herr Luthor!” Fausta was an egomaniac and vulnerable to flattery “you’ve tangled with her before, tell me more about Supergirl’s powers is she really as invulnerable as you say?”
“I once stole the Army Air Corps B-25 bomber prototype and dropped a 2000 pound dam-busting bomb on her…it was a NIGHTMARE to set up…didn’t even mess up her hair-do!” reflected Luthor.
“So it is hopeless she can’t be captured…?” needled Fausta.
“Noooo…I didn’t say that she can be weakened and captured but you have to know what you are doing!” said Luthor craftily.
“Really how can we take her captive?” asked Fausta; this Luthor might well prove useful after all she thought.
“It all started a year ago, do you remember that green asteroid that passed between the Earth and Moon-the one you could see with the naked eye by night?” asked the evil scientist.
“Do I remember? Herr Goebbels announced on the radio its green color was a harbinger of good fortune for our soldiers!” said Fausta brightly.
Luthor suppressed a guffaw “This is Nazi education? I’ll rule the country within a year!” he thought.
“Yes…” he continued “ It turns out that asteroid had a very peculiar effect on Supergirl…”
“What kind of effect?” purred Fausta.
“Well what happened was…the first night the asteroid appeared, everyone was outside gawking at it. I deduced this would be a good time to loot the National Science Foundation of certain cyclotron components. I sent my best man to do the job…he actually got in took the items I wanted and was about to make his getaway when Supergirl showed up and grabbed the back bumper of his car…that is her favorite routine with getaway cars…lift it up by the back bumper and let the wheels spin.”
“She grabbed the bumper all right and gave a heave but she couldn’t lift the car more than a few inches off the ground…and she was sweating and giving it her all!”
“Something was draining her strength…and after a minute or two the car started slipping out of her grasp!”
“Something was wrong…my er-associate panicked threw the car in reverse and ran over Supergirl! She was knocked thirty feet and landed at the foot of a nearby tree! Anyone else would’ve been killed…not her though she was knocked unconscious. Supergirl had a big bruise on her forehead but she was breathing…. my associate high tailed it out of there to tell me the good news!”
Luthor smirked at the implications of his story.
Fausta though was unconvinced “ You mean she was knocked out by a car’s exhaust that is the secret of her powers?”
Luthor rolled his eyes “No…don’t you see, normally Supergirl could’ve tossed that sedan in the air like a rubber ball…and she’d a never have felt the car’s impact…something seriously degraded her powers!”
“What-what effected her like that?” asked a confused Fausta.
“I hurried back the same night when I heard, but she was gone…coincidentally the green asteroid had already set…but I had a hunch”.
“I calculated the asteroid would rise the next night at a later hour owing to it’s steady orbit away from our planet…this time we both went back to the National Science Foundation to steal some rare isotopes…sure enough Supergirl showed up to try and stop us…she had on a bandage over her bruised forehead…I took a few shots at her but instead of the bullet bouncing off they flattened against her invulnerable body…no doubt leaving some bad black and blue marks in the process. She was about to pounce when I threw a smoke bomb…she was LOST in the cloud…couldn’t get her x-ray vision to work and she was coughing from the fumes…COUGHING FAUSTA!” Luthor looked elated.
Fausta was nonplussed “I’m confused I thought you said she was superhuman?”
“She is but not on that night…my henchman and I made an easy getaway while Supergirl flailed around.”
“Back at my secret lab I calculated the asteroid’s orbit and discovered it would leave’s Earth’s vicinity the next day…too bad I could’ve baited Supergirl into a perfect death trap if it had stayed longer!”
The Nazi villainess was getting angry “WHAT has the green asteroid to do with Supergirl!” she snarled.
“A-ha she can be taught!” taunted Luthor “The asteroid is the key to Supergirl’s capture…my studies revealed that it originated in a red sun star system dozens of light years away and it was composed of a unique radioactive substance…one powerful enough to enervate Supergirl!”
The femme fatale smiled with evil comprehension “So the asteroid weakened her?Interesting Luthor but it is gone now and clearly Supergirl’s powers are undiminished!”
Lex smiled yet again “True…but asteroids that big usually travel with a debris field…some fragments from the same system could well have fallen to earth at the time of it’s arrival in the night sky. I spent the next six months scouring North America for recent meteor falls…and then I found them…two big samples-glowing green and giving off the same radioactive signature as the asteroid!”
Fausta was nigh beatific…”and these meteors…you have them?”
“Packed in my luggage as a present for you and Hitler!” grinned the evil scientist.
A troubling thought occurred to Fausta; “Th-these meteors their radiation can’t harm humans can it??”
“Oh no” chuckled Luthor “the radiation passes harmlessly through our bodies with no discernable effects”
“And you are sure they will work?” asked the spy queen.
“They will render Supergirl completely helpless…” promised Luthor.
“Then my plan will succeed!” exulted Fausta.
“Our plan dear lady, our plan!”
The two of them shared a warm intimate and thoroughly nasty laugh.

4.) The War Department at noontime a few days later…

“Hey Linda I think they are setting up for a bond rally at lunchtime in the park!” Lena Thorul was bored and staring out the window intently.
Linda arose from her desk looked out on a scene festooned with American flags and a gigantic “Supergirl says BUY BONDS!” banner.
“Hey!” Linda thought to herself “Supergirl isn’t scheduled for any personal appearances today…what gives?”
“Oh Linda lets go over maybe I can get Supergirl’s autograph!” said Lena brightly.
Linda began clearing off her desk…”Yeah I wanna see Supergirl too” she said distractedly.
The two girls burst out of the building; a crowd was gathering across the street, a USO Official could be heard on the PA system “Ladeez and gentlemen I present to you…Sooper-girrl!”
Right on cue, “Supergirl descended from above her skirt lifted ever so slightly as she silently touched down.
She was greeted with cheers and wolf whistles the heroine blushed modestly and waved to the crowd with a smile.
Linda gave her impersonator the old once-over with her x-ray vision “Why that little hussy! My skirt isn’t that short and it is plain as day she is wearing some kind of life mask!” she thought.
The false Supergirl made a great show of lifting a huge barbell on the podium with the legend “500 lbs” stenciled on each sphere.
The crowd loved it.
Linda was getting angry-so angry in fact she overlooked the question as to how her double “flew” onto the scene, she just couldn’t get over this girl wearing a copy of Supergirl’s costume like that!
“Who does this fake think she is anyway!?” blazed the heroine inwardly.
Her costume stood for something, and no cheap phony was going to make a mockery of it!
“The REAL Supergirl has to show her up!” thought the disguised heroine.

The two friends were at the edge of the crowd by now, Linda made a great pretense of snapping her fingers “Oh darn Lena!” she cried “I left an old secret document on my desk if Captain Malverne sees it unsecured I’ll catch holy heck from him I’d better go back and put in the safe!”
Lena affected to pout “But Linda you’ll miss Supergirl!” she whined.
“Oh don’t worry find me a good spot I’ll catch up with you!” promised Linda who shot back across the street and into the War Department. She was headed to her favorite seldom-used storeroom and her tantalizing change to the mighty unconquerable Supergirl!
Fausta gazed out at the crowd with malicious glee, her hair make up-everything were perfect…everyone had mistook her for Supergirl. The flying effect Luthor had rigged up worked perfectly. Most of all she wore an exact copy of Supergirl’s action costume. Fausta was sure, based on her intimate knowledge of female psychology that brazen use of Supergirl’s outfit would draw the heroine out and into their trap.
“If Supergirl is a real woman, she will be here to put me in my place” thought Fausta.
She smiled and waved some more.
And then with nothing more than a sight “whooshing” sound the real Supergirl alighted on the platform. The disguised Nazi babe smiled evilly and waved at the astonished crowd.
The real Supergirl fixed her double with a dagger-laden glare.
“It worked!” exulted Fausta inwardly “She is consumed with petty feminine jealousy…completely ignorant of our trap!”
The MC shouted into the microphone “Well since we’ve given you TWO Supergirls, maybe everyone can double up on their bond purchases!”
The real Supergirl leapt into the air turned a quick somersault and landed next to the microphone…she gave her rival the slightest taunting smirk as if to say, “I can fly you cheap imitation!”
Supergirl then said over the PA system “C’mon folks the sky is truly the limit on bond sales!” she smiled and waved.
Fausta nodded her head and acted impressed…she motioned silently towards the barbell…. Supergirl’s pride was now on the line.
The Girl of Steel confidently strode over to the weight set which was conveniently located on a small thrust stage in front of the podium.
“THIS will show that faker!” she thought guilelessly.
But as the Maid of Might approached the weights, a funny feeling stole over her. It was like her muscles were turning to mush or something…her arms felt…heavy…Linda thought she could hear a funny buzzing sound and did she feel strangely-hot?
She’s never felt this way before except that one night when Luthor robbed the National Science Foundation…for some reason her powers hadn’t worked right. The young heroine chalked the whole thing up to exhaustion never suspecting the sinister aspects of the encounter.
The crowd started cheering…Supergirl hadn’t done anything yet she looked around wildly and saw the disguised Nazi striking comical pin up poses over by the American flag.
That burned up Supergirl for sure!
They were even wolf-whistling that faker!
The heroine turned around in a noticeable fury she’d show her!
By now Supergirl stood in front of the weight set the MC told a hushed crowd “Now we will find out whom the real Supergirl is…”
That did it for the Maid of Might she’d convince them who the genuine article was!
But why was she trembling so…and that buzzing in her ears…was it getting louder?
Supergirl just felt so….weak like she couldn’t fly or do any of the amazing feats that were a normal part of her daily life.

The heroine decided it must be nerves she really was angry with this false Supergirl shoving her boobs out at the crowd like that.
“Steady Linda…” said the heroine to herself “you are just worked up over this phony that is all!”
The real heroine carefully gripped the bar bell as if to raise it with one hand-her plan was to spin it on her finger like a baton and then throw it in the air and then catch it.
Except she felt so weak…tired almost…and was she perspiring she never perspired!
She took her time positioning herself and then gave an almighty heave.
NOTHING HAPPENED!
It was as if weight set was too heavy for her!
That was impossible!
Supergirl grabbed the barbell with both hands and heaved in desperation….it was TOO HEAVY for her to lift!
The Maid of Might looked around in desperation something was wrong! Her powers weren’t working right-it was as if she’d lost all her strength!
The crowd was laughing at her…roaring with merriment, there was nothing funnier than a cute blonde girl in a sort skirt who couldn’t lift up a barbell.
Over the rising din a tearful Maid of Might tried to shout; “N-no She has done something to me…I’m the real Supergirl!!”
Linda tried to lift the bar-bell one more time but only succeeded in slipping and skinning one dainty knee “OW!” she cried in helpless vexation.
She staggered to her feet unsteadily and mopped her brow the very picture of tearful feminine defeat.
The crowd laughed even harder.
Suddenly, the floor underneath Supergirl’s feet seemed to open wide. The weakened heroine actually fell into the darkness with a slight peeping “eek!”
The last thing she saw was her evil double sneering in triumph.
This the crowd loved, as the real Supergirl’s skirt blew up revealing her delicate white silk panties.
“Well! Now we know who the real Supergirl is!” exulted the MC
The ersatz Maid of Might made a great show of cupping her ear and frowning.
“My super-hearing detects an emergency on the other side of town…sorry I’ve got to go UP UP AND AWAY!” she cried.
And with that slowly and majestically the fake floated in the air rose up vertically and disappeared over the top of an adjoining commercial building.
The crowd waved goodbye completely taken in by the subterfuge.

5.) Underneath the stage…

Supergirl landed with and undignified thump on her pert little ass.
The barbell landed with a loud clang right behind her. If anything that feeling of weakness was even worse now….the heroine felt distinctly feverish.
“Ohhhh feel so…weak” she groaned.
She was sprawled in an ungainly heap and was dazed from her fall.
“But I can’t fall!” she thought, “I mean I can fly or I could fly…”
The Girl of Steel rose painfully on her elbows to survey her humiliating situation.
The suddenly from behind a rough looking hand clapped a sweet smelling cloth over her nose and mouth.
Supergirl grabbed the arm and wrestled with it but her now normal strength was no match for her assailant.
“MMMpphhhh! Mmmmmpphhhh!” she moaned twisting and turning and thrusting her pelvis.
Supergirl felt strangely sleepy her arms waved in a disjointed fashion.
A familiar voice sounded in her ear “Ah Supergirl so nice of you to drop in!”
“It was Luthor that dirty rat!” thought the heroine wildly.
She kept thrashing around but it was clear the potent anesthetic was stealing her strength at an alarming rate.
“I’ve always wondered,” taunted Luthor silkily “If a mixture of this meteor’s radiation and chloroform would work on you…and my theory was right!”
The evil scientist wrapped one arm across Supergirl’s heaving bosom trapping her arms at her sides and incidentally giving her right nipple a teasing little tweak.
“Remember that night at the National Science Foundation?” said Luthor “I found out just what stole your powers that time…remember the feeling??”
“Uhhhh uff” all the strength had seemingly leeched out of the heroine’s shapely body.
Luthor gave his captive a loving gentle squeeze “Just breath in my darling” he chortled “this will all be over soon my sleepy little dove”.
“Noo…” thought Supergirl “Gotta fight back…must not be defeated by chloroform!”
The heroine’s eyes rocked and rocked again she was so sleepy maybe it would be best to just relax and let the chloroform take her.
Luthor seemed to read the defeated Girl of Steel’s mind “Yessss” he intoned “Sleep my child rest your tied eyes breath it all innnnn…”
Supergirl’s eyes rolled back, her head went slack she was thoroughly chloroformed and defeated!
Luthor stood up with the heroine a sleeping image of peace in his arms…”SUCCESS!” he hissed “I’ve conquered Supergirl!”
And with that he passed Supergirl out to some waiting henchmen parked behind the podium and recovered the two meteor samples hidden the spheres of the barbell.
The powerless Maid of Might was stuffed into the back of a Packard Sedan with no further ado.
As the gang pulled away with a now bound, gagged, and unconscious Supergirl in the back seat Luthor chuckled evilly “I did it, I finally beat that silly female!”

6.) Interregnum:
“That wasn’t Supergirl, it didn’t sound anything like her-I should know she recorded a patriotic broadcast for the armed forces last month and I was in the studio!” opined Major Dick Malverne.
He and Lena Thorul were standing amidst a fast thinning crowd at the bond rally.
They watched as the rally organizers all piled in a panel truck with a half covered hospital legend on the side.
“Who organized this rally” asked Dick “I didn’t see anything on the schedule?”
“And who was that girl who fell under the stage…that couldn’t be Supergirl” said a perplexed Lena “I mean Supergirl can fly!”
“Yeah….lets just check under the stage,” muttered Dick whose suspicions were now aroused.
The two of them pulled back the patriotic bunting to find a huge hollow barbell and a weird electrical apparatus under the stage.
“A giant electromagnet…that is how that fake flew!” exclaimed Dick.
“Then the girl that fell through the stage she was…the real Supergirl??” said Lena.
“But Supergirl can’t be kidnapped…or can she?” murmured Dick.
The Major spun on his heels but it was too late, the panel truck was well and thoroughly gone.
Suddenly the major turned on Lena “We need to get back to the War Department…we need information on any abandoned hospitals in the area!”
Lena trailed after him a picture of confusion “Why Dick??”
“Because someone has figured out a way to kidnap Supergirl!” he gasped.

6.) A few hours later in the abandoned Bayside Palisades Mental Hospital.

Luthor fairly leered in pleasure at the sight; the Mighty Supergirl was stripped to her waist…clad only in her lace edged bra and her trademark blue skirt tied to a straight-backed chair utterly and fetchingly helpless!
Fausta, Luthor and two Nazi hengchgirls were crowded into a padded cell.
Luthor loomed over the captive crimefightress taking his sweet time checking her heart rate with his cold cold stethoscope.
The green meteor the one that enervated Supergirl so completely was left in a dish next to a collection of medical instruments on a nearby table. Supergirl had strained and strained but she couldn’t break the puny ropes that bound her- that green rock did something to her powers!
And what was worse she been stripped down to her bra, the mighty heroine was alternately blushing and defiant.
“You’ll never get away with this Luthor!” quavered the heroine who punctuated her hollow threat with another risqué display of futile struggling.
Luthor paid her no attention and even had the nerve to shine a pen light into her left ear.
“She seems human enough-no physical anomalies” opined Luthor “Heart beat is regular assuming the meteor fragment is kept at a distance…the closer it gets the more she evidences symptoms of radiation poisoning”.
“She won’t regain her powers will she?” asked Fausta who had changed out of her Supergirl costume and into a vaguely equestrian ensemble. She was gazing rapturously at the captive heroine.
“Not as long as the meteor stays in close proximity, she is completely helpless at the moment” said Luthor.
Fausta’s henchwomen still kept their distance from the captured heroine….the Nazi villainess very much wanted to make an example of the hated Yankee heroine.
“Magda!” snapped Fausta “Untie our guest, I want to play with her!”
Luthor stepped back and said nothing. He was unconcerned; Supergirl was too weak from the meteor to get away and a beating from Fausta was a safe enough idea since they were in a padded cell.
“Besides” he thought, “If Fausta really goes to town I might get a sample of Supergirl’s blood!”
Lex smirked at that happy notion.
Magda did as she was told untying Supergirl with trembling fingers…she’d heard all about the Girl of Steel’s unnatural strength.
The Heroine looked around uncertainly…she was being let go?
Soon the ropes were untied and Magda scampered back to the safety of her mistress’ side.
Supergirl arose unsteadily and covered her breasts with her arms…”Let me go you Nazis!” she blared.
Fausta was truly in love…this perfect Aryan doll had to become her slave! “So strong, so feminine, so pointlessly defiant” thought the villainess.
“Supergirl!” said Fausta “I will make you a deal, if you can defeat me in single combat I will give you your freedom!”
Linda looked suspicious “You promise?” she asked quizzically.
Fausta restrained herself from laughing, “Himmel, even Nazis know better than to trust our promises!”
“JA!” shouted the villainess “I promise!”
And with that she launched herself at Supergirl and threw a haymaker at her jaw.
The weakened Maid of Might expertly sidestepped the blow and tossed a punch at Fausta’s gut in the bargain.
“WOOF!” exclaimed the Nazi as Supergirl’s blow connected.
What no one realized was, that Fred Danvers, Supergirl’s foster-father had once taken his teenaged daughter out to the carriage house and drilled her in the rudiments of boxing. He thought it was important that the Maid of Steel didn’t “hit like a girl”. For what it was worth, Linda Danvers proved an apt pupil of classic pugilism.
Supergirl actually went up on her tiptoes and started dancing around like a pro-boxer!
“Gosh if only I can land my left hook!” thought Supergirl “That will settle this quick!”
Alas for our heroine though, Fred her beloved father, knew nothing about the Asian martial arts…Fausta quickly recovered and assumed a Judo stance…shooting her hands around and gazing at her foe with a ferocious air.
Luthor was loving all this…a topless super heroine in a lopsided fight against a Nazi equestrienne…”We should have sold tickets” he thought.
Supergirl foolishly thought that Fausta’s lapse into judo was her chance; tucking her fists up before her face in a strong defensive stance she danced in looking for a knockout shot at Fausta’s unprotected chin.
“I may have lost my powers but I can still whip this Nazi!” thought the Maid of Might.
She threw her Sunday punch and it missed entirely, Fausta whipped around with the force of Supergirl’s punch and brought a karate chop down on the heroine’s lovely exposed neck.
“POW!”
Supergirl collapsed on the ground with an agonized little cry.
Fausta smiled in triumph spinning around she pounced on Supergirl who was lying face down on the floor in pain. The villainess shortly had the former Supergirl in a painful submission hold, pulling her head back and causing the heroine’s back to arch dangerously.
“GIVE IN SUPERGIRL!” howled the vile valkyrie who dug her knee savagely into her foe’s back.
“N-never!” wept Supergirl who in her nineteen years of life had never felt such pain.
“You see she is completely helpless! What a prize for our Fuhrer!” snarled Fausta to her gang.
“YIPES! They are going to take me to Germany!” thought Supergirl wildly.
“I’ve got to get away… get my powers back!” she despaired.
In vain the plucky heroine kept ineffectually trying to throw the Nazi villainess off.
Her struggles took on a desperate tinge.
“Say uncle bitch!” spat Fausta, who gave the Maiden of Might another nasty tug.
“ARRGGHHHHH!” wailed her captive tears of pain ran down her cheeks.
The once proud Maid of Might was topless and wallowing around on the ground prey to a simple wrestling hold like an ordinary human being.
The pain was excruciating…the blow to her heroinely pride was near fatal.
“C-can’t take it…what a finish for me!” thought Supergirl.
“UNCLE SUPERGIRL SAY UNCLE!” howled Fausta who was secretly grinding her white hot womanhood onto Linda’s helpless body.
“Ah Aahhhhhh Un-UNCLE!” cried the helpless heroine.
Right then and there, Lex Luthor had the biggest boner of his entire life!
Fausta did lay off slightly on her back breaker she sighed heavily after a job well done.
“Herr Luthor would you kindly help our guest to relax?” Fausta asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.
That was Luthor’s cue to lumber over and apply another chloroform soaked rag to Supergirl’s lovely if slightly bruised face.
“Damn no blood…I would have liked a sample” thought Luthor he was otherwise amazed at the bruises the formerly invulnerable Supergirl had collected during her short fight.
The Girl of Steel thrashed around with all her might as the sweet smelling cloth was clamped over her nose and mouth.
Linda beat her fists painfully against the floor she had to buck off Fausta she just had too…but she was feeling so deliciously drowsy!
“MMMPPPHHHHH NNNRRRMMMMRRRPPPPPHHH!” groaned the captive crimefightress. With all her foe’s gyrations Fausta was beginning to look like a fascist cowgirl atop a bucking bronco.
“Sleep little Supergirl don’t fight it…” crooned the villainess who smirked at her astonished henchgirls.
Supergirl’s movements grew pleasingly sluggish.
“The meteor makes a good mix with chloroform,” remarked Luthor with an evil smile.
“Ja….” Replied Fausta “It makes my little Supergirl so sleepy!”
Fausta twisted one of Supergirl’s arms behind her back…the shock of the pain made Linda sharply inhale the chloroform….the padded cell seemed to be slowly spinning to beaten Girl of Steel.
“Noooo…gotta resist…can’t end this way!” thought The Girl of Steel sleepily.
But she was so tired now…she so wanted to sleep to escape her pain and humiliation.
Abruptly Supergirl ceased resistance and her head sagged onto the floor…she was defeated and dominated!
Fausta arose and dusted herself off…it was indeed a wild ride she’d almost orgasmed atop that magnificent creature!
“We rendezvous with the U-242 in ninety minutes….take Supergirl down to the examination room, we may as well commence her real interrogation while we wait!” ordered the Nazi Olympian.
Madga and her fellow henchgirl Brunhilde dragged an unconscious Supergirl towards the door.
“Don’t forget the meteor” offered Luthor who trotted behind them holding the green isotope close to the heroine.
Fausta had whipped out a small swastika bedecked compact and was seemingly lost in the act of fixing her lipstick.
“Oh and Magda?” she asked.
“Ja mein Mistress?”
“Make sure Supergirl is dressed in her full costume will you?…Doctor Luthor is finished with his examination!”
The evil scientist fumed inwardly “The hell I am-I’ll show that bitch!” he thought.

7.) The examination room a scant twenty minutes later.

“Once again Supergirl what is the source of your super-powers?” bellowed Luthor.
The Girl of Steel was strapped down to a long board with heavy leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles. It was a dank dungeon once used by the mental hospital as ward for violent psychopaths…now it was a trash strewn torture chamber.
Supergirl was conscious again and full of defiance.
“At least I’m fully clothed finally .” thought Supergirl “ I didn’t like the way Fausta and Luthor were leering at me!”
The board was mounted on a horizontal pivot and tilted at a forty-five degree angle. Blazing hot lights blasted down on The Maid of Might’s helpless form.
“Again Supergirl what is the secret of your super powers…did the War Department give you a special formula?” snarled Fausta.
“I’ve already told you I don’t know why I have these powers!” shot Supergirl back defiantly.
“Nonsense!” Roared Luthor “Did you just start flying off to school one day?”
“As a matter of fact I did,” thought the heroine to herself “Good thing no one saw me!”
“This is getting us nowhere!” snarled the evil scientist “Bring the meteor closer that’ll teach her to have a smart mouth!”
The green fragment hung now on a chain near the lights in the so-called examination room. Close enough to keep Supergirl weak without causing her too much pain.
Luthor made a move to seize the meteor, Fausta’s arm shot out to restrain him “NEIN!” she yelled.
Luthor scowled “I’ll make the little bitch talk-don’t try to stop me!”
“Luthor! Outside!” snarled Fausta.
The two abruptly left the examination room- Supergirl was alone.
“Soooo…all is not so well in Nazi-land” thought the Heroine.

Outside the examination Luthor and Fausta were having a sotto voce row;
“My orders are to convey Supergirl to the Reich-ALIVE!” spat Fausta.
“Oh she’ll be intact she just won’t be the same!” threatened Luthor ominously.
Fausta was aghast at the evil scientist’s implication ”Harm my sweet little captive-NEVER!” she vowed inwardly.
Fausta changed her tack “Luthor!” she asked sweetly “would you please check the E.T.A. of our submarine? We must transport Supergirl out to it before the rise of the moon…”
“Well I er…” stammered Luthor he didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with his new Nazi masters.
“I promise not to renew the interrogation until you come back…please Lex the Reich will reward you when we reach home!”
Fausta even batted her eyelashes provocatively.
Luthor grumbled “All right I suppose I should check and make sure they’ve got suitable accommodations for our guest”.
“You do that!” sang out Fausta.
As Luthor walked away….He asked off handedly “By the way where is the other meteor fragment?”
Fausta acted nonchalant “I have it in a safe place…a back up plan if you will…”
“Whatever…” grumbled Luthor these Nazis were a strange rule-ridden lot he decided.
As soon as Luthor was out of sight though, Fausta darted back into the examination room.
Oh what a sight greeted her though…there was her true love struggling helplessly against her bonds…it was a dazzling scene to be sure.
Lightly the villainess danced over to the side of the board…she was breathless with lust as this was the first time she and Supergirl were alone without any prying male eyes.
The Maid of Might favored her captor with a defiant look.
“You’ll never get away with this!” she grated.
Fausta couldn’t contain herself she swept down and planted a long fervent kiss on Supergirl’s cupid bow mouth!
The heroine was appalled; she didn’t swing that way one bit!
“Ewww…she likes me and not the way I like Cab Calloway’s music either!” thought the Girl of Steel “Hey maybe I can turn this to my advantage!”
Fausta broke the kiss and stepped back eyes closed in sheer rapture…she had tamed a woman far stronger than her…now to reap the glorious harvest!
“Liebschen…did you like that…” she breathed.
Supergirl played it straight “Uhhhh sorta…was never kissed by a girl like that before…” she stammered.
“Nein you were never kissed by a woman before!” laughed Fausta who was suddenly all smiles.
“No no I wasn’t…” agreed the Heroine with a blush.
“My sweet Supergirl…you must tell us the secret of your strength…that way when we get to Germany I can protect you!” cooed Fausta.
Supergirl put up her best puppy-dog eyes “B-but Fausta….Luthor wants to dissect me when we get there!”
Fausta was appalled “D-dissect you?” she stammered.
“Y-yes!” wept Supergirl “He has been telling his underworld pals for a long time now that when he got his hands on me he’d perform an autopsy on me for scientific purposes!”
Here the crimefightress broke into wracking heartfelt sobs.
“Kathryn Hepburn couldn’t do better,” she thought to herself.
Fausta stepped back from the board in a state of shock.
She breathed heavily…”NO NEIN NEVER Not mein sweet dove Noo-oo!” howling like a banshee Fausta ran out of the examination room to confront Luthor.
For the first time all day, Supergirl smiled “I ought to be in pictures!” she said out loud.
Her respite didn’t last long, Luthor himself oblivious to Fausta’s rage came in a few minutes later he was whistling a happy tune and eying Supergirl ominously.
“You will be happy to know they’ve got a nice cell lined up for you on the U-242” babbled the evil scientist.
“Cozy!” groused Supergirl.
“Cozy indeed” laughed the scientist mirthlessly “Now since it is just you and I…maybe we can try again to get that tissue sample out of you!”
Supergirl’s eyes batted wide in sheer horror!
Luthor advanced on her pushing ahead of him an instrument tray on wheels…it was loaded up with scalpels and other nasty looking devices including what looked like a weird battery powered drill.
“L-Luthor…y-you can’t it’d be murder…” wept the heroine.
The villain was all expansive smiles…”Oh pish posh it won’t hurt a bit….just a little tissue sample…plus some pay back for all those times you thwarted my schemes!”
Luthor picked up the drill and pressed a button on its side, the nasty little instrument whirled and buzzed ominously “Like it? This is my own design decades ahead of anything the Allies or the Axis have…”
His hand hung over The Girl of Steel’s blue miniskirt, it slowly came down and seized the hem drawing the abbreviated garment upwards and exposing her white silk panties.
“L-Luthor NO!” wailed the heroine.
“Such cute underwear…no wonder they love you in the Navy” murmured Luthor.
With one jerk he pulled down the Maid of Might’s briefs, exposing her soft wet coochee dusted as it was with light blonde hair.
Supergirl looked away in tearful agony.
“Gee Supergirl if I didn’t know better I’d say you were enjoying this!” smirked the evil scientist.
Luthor gazed in wonder at the sight.
“Puh-lease Luthor…” begged the Girl of Steel.
Luthor’s only response was to rev his power drill right in front of the captive crimefightress’ eyes.
Mesmerized, she could not take her eyes off that awful device.
“H-he’s going to drill me like a piece of wood!” thought the heroine wildly.
“Excellent!” thought the villain “I’ve got her completely fooled!”
Once Supergirl was distracted, Luthor deftly inserted a speculum into her soft wet womanhood, which first tickled but then, more shamefully and worryingly, stimulated her.
“WOO!” squeaked The Maid of Might unaccustomed to having anything in there!
He put the drill back on the instrument tray and had himself a fine old time gently maneuvering the cold metal speculum around the maid of Might’s soupy little pussy.
Supergirl gasped and kept her eyes firmly closed and assured herself that she was experiencing only a muscular spasm.
“Got…to…resist” she gasped.
She could never admit it to herself but all that rough treatment down there did feel…good.
“I can’t be enjoying this!?” thought Supergirl in a panic “I’m no pervert!”
Alas the feeling just would not go away, her hips began to twitch and thrust as the examination continued.
Supergirl looked around the room in despair her greatest enemy was diddling her all the way to a meaty orgasm!
“Uhhhh Ohhhh L-Luthor no” pleaded the captive crimefightress.
Lex barked at her to keep still, his sneering tone making the
humiliation of her impending climax even worse.
Supergirl tried to resist, but there were waves of warm soft pleasure pulsing out of her womanhood and washing all over her body.
Her taunt belly fairly quivered with anticipation-Luthor smiled mirthlessly his “patient” was responding well to “treatment”!

Inevitably, Supergirl groaned and came like and express train…the first real orgasm of her young life!
“Uuuhhhhh UFF!” she wailed it was like a ten ton pleasure bomb had gone off in her head!
The examining instrument was immediately withdrawn.
The Maid of Might’s eyes flooded with tears as she watched as Luthor taking swab samples from the speculum.
“Well now that was fun wasn’t it? I’ll try for a real blood sample once we get to Germany…it is just a matter of experimenting with that meteor I think” prattled the evil scientist.
Luthor pulled up Supergirl’s panties and leaned over planting a cold little kiss on her perspiration soaked forehead.
“So many fun times ahead for us both girlie…” he whispered.
Linda stifled her emotions and whispered back “Maybe not…”
Luthor looked puzzled “what do you mean?” he demanded.
“Fausta was just in here….” Said Supergirl with a ferocious gleam in her eye “She says you’ve served your purpose to the Reich and that they will dispose of you before we rendezvous with the U-Boat…I’d say my prayers if I were you”.
The Girl of Steel closed her eyes and put on a beatific expression.
Luthor staggered back in shock “Th-they can’t kill me…I’m going to give them the secret of the atom bomb!” he stammered.
Supergirl maintained her poker face “Aw c’mon Lex you know as well as I do, the Nazis don’t believe the atom can be split…you’ve had a good run now you are finished like all the rest!”
Linda repressed a smile.
Luthor however was aghast…Supergirl was such a little goody goody she COULDN’T have struck a deal with Fausta-could she???
“If you are lying!” he threatened.
“Goodbye Lex it was nice to know you” intoned the captive heroine.
Without another word, Luthor spun on his heels and fled the examination room.
“One thing about Luthor-he is a bully, and like all bullies he is a coward at heart,” thought the Heroine.
The door clanged loudly behind him and then silence ruled Supergirl’s prison.
She opened one eye and then the other smiling craftily to herself.
She looked down, Luthor was so panicked left all his instruments right there beside the board.
“That tray!” thought the Princess of Power” It is almost within reach if I can just get that drill to work…”
Fortunately, Supergirl had slim wrists that didn’t quite fill up the leather cuffs that restrained her arms-with a little effort and some twisting and turning and she seized the electric drill in her dainty little hand!
It proved a remarkably potent little gadget; quickly drilling through the leather cuffs…in short order the Maid of Steel had freed herself from the board.
And promptly fell to the floor in an ungainly heap still clutching Luthor’s electric drill!
“OOFF!” she wailed…. being human really hurt!
Unsteadily Supergirl rose up.
For the first time she noticed that the flesh underneath her fingernails was turning bright green!
She fought down a wave of nausea.
“Got to get away,” she muttered.
She felt exhausted after her long ordeal she gave her skirt a tug and staggered over to the door.
It was locked of course Supergirl gave it a shove, in former days the door would’ve collapsed like matchwood now it stood immutable, slowly the heroine slumped to the floor.
“Th’ that meteor…its killing me” she groaned helplessly.
Supergirl gazed malevolently at the green glowing rock that had stole her precious super-powers.
“Such a silly thing a rock and it has rendered me helpless!” she thought.
After a few minutes of leaning against the door Supergirl felt a little better.
The buzzing was now muted in ears and her strength was coming back a bit.
“Proximity…” she thought “the farther I get from it the better I feel.”
Alas she was as far as she could get from the meteor in the examination room…and she wasn’t strong enough yet to bust down the door.
It was all so confusing why should a rock from space weaken her so??
Suddenly, in a fit of pique she threw the drill straight at the meteor….which was knocked neatly off it’s hook and bounced off the far wall where it landed in a discarded ammunition case-the cover of which immediately slammed down with a loud thud!
“That was silly!” said Supergirl to no one.
“But it sure felt good!” she concluded.
Suddenly though, for the first time in hours Supergirl started feeling like her old self…strength flooded back into her limbs she could hear things outside the room…she felt light again…like she could fly!
“What happened?” thought the Maid of Might “What snafu’d the meteor??”
She trained her x-ray vision on the ammo case that now contained the meteor and couldn’t see through it at all!
“It is made of lead!” said Supergirl aloud “Lead blocks my x-ray vision and it must block the meteor’s harmful rays!”
The Maid of Might happily pounced on the ammo case, sealing it up with a piece of nearby scrap metal-no one would open it now!
Safe from the mysterious meteor’s baneful effects, She knocked down the door with one blow of her dainty fist!
“FAUSTA!!! DARLING I’M COMING FOR YOU!” she bellowed!

8.) The front gate five minutes later.

Luthor’s headlong flight had carried right into the waiting arms of Dick Malverne and a squad of the Maryland State Police who were in the process of surrounding the hospital.
If Dick didn’t know better he’d a thought Luthor was slightly relieved to be captured by the Americans.
Malverne was in no mood to fool around though, he seized the scientist by the lapels and snarled “One chance Lex where is Supergirl!?”
Lex turned white; all his plans had gone up in smoke “S-she’s up there!” he motioned towards the hospital behind him.
As the cops bundled Luthor away the evil scientist was heard to mutter, “I know her secret…!”
“I’m going up alone!” decided the pilot “You guys come in like gangbusters in five minutes I don’t like what Luthor was talking about one bit…what is this about Supergirl’s secret?”

9.) The cliff’s behind the hospital ten minutes later:

Supergirl had gone through the hospital like a hot knife through butter….Fausta’s henchgirls were knocked unconscious and their whole plan thoroughly wrecked. Unfortunately Fausta and Luthor were nowhere to be seen.
Dick Malverne (that DOLL!) and the police could be seen closing in on the hospital…undoubtedly Fausta took this as a cue to flee.
A fast check via her super vision revealed that Fausta was making tracks to the edge of the cliffs over Chesapeake Bay.
Supergirl swooped down and made her last mistake of the day….she didn’t get within ten feet of Fausta before a horrible sick feeling of deadly weakness swept through her shapely young body.
The Maid of Might doubled over and fell to her knees “Arrggh feel weak…” she groaned.
Fausta turned back on her with a triumphant smile on her face “Of course liebschen we always had two meteor samples… I thought you might escape and took precautions”.
Holding the deadly rock in her hands Fausta advanced on the powerless Maid of Might who writhed in agony on the ground.
“Feeling weaker and weaker my love? Isn’t this stone so pretty such a lovely shade of green…it makes your knees tremble to look at it I know…” sang Fausta.
Supergirl flopped over on her side and clutched her stomach in raw agony, it was like a million white hot needles were coursing through her veins!
“Pretty girls like you should have beautiful things darling…here take a closer look!” Fausta fairly waved the rock under Supergirl’s nose.
The Heroine’s eyes almost rolled up in her head and she moaned in despair.
Tears stood in the villainess’ eyes “You and I could have been wonderful together mein valkyrie…this could have been different!” she sobbed.
“Never!” snarled in a weak voice Supergirl “I’ll never submit to you!” she gasped and took a futile ragged breath, the pain was now indescribable.
With much regret Fausta tossed the rock on the ground next to Supergirl.
“Goodbye my darling I must swim now to the U-boat to evade your American friends…or else I’d take you with me….it is sad to have to kill such magnificence as yourself!”
Stifling a sob, Fausta made a perfect swan dive from off the cliff edge.
Supergirl had her own problems though…that rock at close range was slowly killing her. On hands and knees the mighty heroine crawled away…but every movement was sheer torture.
“Gotta get away…meteor…killing me…” she groaned.
And then she saw them…two pair of shoes, black patent leather polished to a high shine.
Supergirl looked up…it was Dick Malverne who was looking down at her with deep concern.
Angel? What is wrong!?”
“D-Dick…Th-that rock…th’ green one please get it away from me!!!” gasped Supergirl who slumped over in an exhausted faint.
True blue as always, Dick snatched up the weird green rock and trotted down the path when he got a good two hundred feet away he put the stone down and went back to Supergirl’s side.
Fortunately, the heroine seemed to revive once the rock was a safe distance away; she rose to her feet and mopped her brow exhaling heavily.
“Are you all right?” asked Dick as he returned to his true love’s side.
“Fine now that the rock is gone,” replied Supergirl with a blush.
“Why did it affect you like that?”
“I don’t know Dick, can you do me a favor though? Tell no one about the meteor, lock it up in a lead lined box and give it to Linda Danvers’…she’ll give it to me” directed Supergirl.
“But the meteor won’t it…?”
“No…lead stops the radiation I’ll be fine. You must tell no one about the green stone though…if the underworld ever found out about my weakness…” asked Supergirl.
“I will,…” promised the pilot.
“Oh and Dick?”
“Yes Angel?”
Wordlessly the heroine swooped and deposited a light little kiss on the pilot’s astonished mouth.
“Thanks!” she breathed before leaping into the night sky.
Malverne stared after her in stupefaction….”Whotta woman” he muttered.
The Girl of Steel flew back towards the Hospital; she was intent on securing the original meteor before looking for Fausta or her submarine.

10) The War Department, the Next day:

“No sign of this Fausta character either Miss Danvers….maybe she drowned,…” said Captain Malverne whose desk was dominated by a small locked lead lined box.
“The navy couldn’t find her sub?” asked his secretary.
“No…they are still searching though,” replied the Pilot.
“DARN!” thought the disguised heroine “ The U-boat escaped while I was taking care of the other sample!”
“Well…Supergirl asked me to give this to you.
She didn’t tell me what was in it or anything only that it was important…” said the young Major.
Linda took the box and placed it in her voluminous handbag “I’ll see that she gets it”.
“I’m sure at your next pajama party at the latest!” laughed Malverne.
Linda made a face “So tell me how you rescued Supergirl this time” she said in a sickeningly sweet voice.
Malverne turned serious “I didn’t rescue her at all…I think Supergirl was playing possum all along with this gang that is where the whole phony bond rally came in-clearly Supergirl knew something was up…”
“Keep thinking that my darling…” thought Linda blissfully.
“We got there just in time to round up Luthor and the remnants of the Nazis that’s all. It is not as if anything could ever harm Supergirl!” finished Dick.
Linda smiled in spite of herself “Gosh He is wonderful!” she thought “Here he is covering up for Supergirl instead of boasting of his rescue!”
Linda returned to her desk outside Dick’s office all smiles…Malverne had an effect all his own on the Maid of Might.
She sighed and resumed her secretarial duties.
“I wonder what happened to Fausta though” she reflected, “If she didn’t drown then she is probably living it up in the Obersalzberg with Herr Schickelgruber!”

11) Schloss Markheim two weeks later.

Colonel Kesselman leered at Fausta. He had to give her credit…she was uncommonly defiant for a woman otherwise naked and wrapped up in a straitjacket.
“Once again Fraulein Grables…where is Supergirl?” he snarled.
“I told you Supergirl is dead…I had to kill her before making my escape!” replied the defeated villainess.
“Then who was it that destroyed our wolf-pack off Cape Cod yesterday?” asked Kesselman silkily.
“I-I don’t know…” quavered Fausta.
“I WAS SUPERGIRL YOU BITCH!” howled Kesselman.
“No…I killed her… I think!!” babbled Fausta.
“And you botched the rendezvous with Luthor, Our Fuhrer and Reichsminister Todt are deeply displeased!” exulted Gestapo Chief.
“You…must let me go…I must warn the Fuhrer Supergirl is coming-her powers are real…I know her secret!” wept the Nazi villainess.
“Take this accursed female away…for shock treatments and assignment to the SS breeding program!” ordered Kesselman.
Two storm troopers laid ahold of Fausta and began dragging her away…as she passed through the door she begged, “Kesselman…please….Supergirl is real! She is coming!!!”
The door slammed on her like a crack of doom.
Kesselman snorted derisively “Woman secret agents…women who can fly…when Germany wins the war it will be a different story!”
And with that the proud Colonel departed for a noon appointment with the Gestapo’s chief astrologer.

12) A cave underneath the North Pole, a week later.

Even Supergirl needs to get away.
Soon after going public with her heroic persona, Linda decided she needed a refuge for all her crime fighting mementos, awards, a place to keep her lab equipment, and a girlie little spot where she could lounge around in all her natural blondeness. Accordingly she built an underground refuge at the North Pole and facetiously called it her “Fortress of Solitude”.
Few people knew it but Linda Danvers, classy debutante and heiress was a devoted reader of the “Doc Savage” pulps.
And so there she was on a cold Friday night…clad in a blue baby doll nightie (S icon lovingly stitched on her breast by her fretful mother) reviewing a detailed star chart from the confines of her favorite comfy chair.
“The meteors came from outer space…Princeton Observatory even confirmed the original co-ordinates…” she thought.
An idea was forming in her mind a somewhat distressing one as well “The meteors came from outside the solar system…I was found in a rocket…could I be from another planet??”
Linda sighed, stood up and looked at her hands “I look like a woman, act like a woman…feel like a woman but I’m stronger and more powerful than anything on Earth!” she said aloud.
“But what planet do I come from…and how did I end up on Earth??” asked Supergirl plaintively.
Slowly she made her way to her private bedroom.
She drew down the covers on the giant four-poster bed and climbed and turned off the light.
“Will I ever know?” she begged the unanswering darkness.

Author’s Counterfactual After word:

When Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster took their love of science fiction plus their lust for cheerleaders and dreamed up Supergirl in 1938, did they have any idea what they had wrought?
Clearly they did.
In a space of a few short years the Maid of Might became the top selling super hero character of all time inspiring dozens of cheap imitations (Hypergirl, Marvel Maid etc). World War Two proved a bonanza for Supergirl’s sales giving her an unlimited collection of Axis foes to beat on.
But Supergirl was different she had a meek secret identity and unlike her rivals and imitators, she didn’t know the facts of her origin until long after the war is over.
This was a deliberate plot point generated by Jerry Siegel to give their creation a sense of suspense and a tinge of human heartbreak.
Siegel and Shuster were smart in other ways though, they leveraged their control of the Supergirl trademark into a vast fortune in licensing…so vast in fact they bought out DC Comics in 1947 and installed themselves as President and Vice President respectively.
While Jerry and Joe were not shy about licensing their girl for all sorts of purposes they were strangely reticent about putting her in movies or on television. They sanctioned comparatively few Supergirl film projects after the war; notably Fleischer’s superlative Supergirl animated cartoons (an inventory that topped out at 250 segments over time and a Saturday morning television staple for over thirty years) and the two Republic serials “Supergirl” (1948) and “Atom Man versus Supergirl” (1950) both starring Linda Stirling as the heroine…these chapter plays are noted for their intricate kryptonite traps.
Thereafter Jerry and Joe concentrated on bringing their creation to new heights in the comics, creating “Superboy” (Kara’s pre-adolescent cousin from lost Kryptonian colony) and “Superman” (her hotheaded gender-bender doppelganger from an alternate reality).
New artists were hired, Curt Swan, Gil Kane Murphy Anderson….by 1960 Supergirl in Action Comics, Supergirl’s own title and was a key member of the Justice League of America-combined sales topped out at six million books per month!
Yet Supergirl went unseen on TV or the movies for almost 18 years until Mary Graham Grace played her in three guest appearances during the fourth season of the Batman television series in 1969. Series producer Howie Horowitz always averred that Supergirl’s guest appearances were designed to create some enthusiasm for a Supergirl solo program-yet again Jerry and Joe refused to allow it. They claimed Supergirl was on the show solely to bolster Batman’s sales!
So it was with great anticipation that after DC acquired Warner Brothers the new conglomerate sanctioned the “Supergirl” syndicated series in 1983 starring the incomparable Helen Slater.
That first season was a wonder with its wartime stories and vaguely predatory Nazi villainesses. The other four seasons were fun as well with their contemporary high school/college setting and the inclusion of a young Demi Moore as “Nasthalthia Luthor” the evil scientist’s niece and Linda Danvers’ pesky rival.
But that first season with it’s chloroformings, tie-ups and kryptonite sequences remains a big point of entry for heroine erotica fans.
My story is a sexualized version of “Supergirl meets Fausta” starring Linda Day George as the villainess and Victor Buono as Lex Luthor. I’d always wondered what Lex had on his mind in that examination room…thanks to the miracle of fan fiction now we know!
Helen Slater would of course go on to win an Emmy for her starring role in “Mad about You” and an Oscar for “As Good as It Gets” thus proving that there is good luck in that blue minidress!
Still for the rest of us the sight of plucky 19-year-old Helen Slater strapped to a board in a Nazi dungeon reduced to helplessness by kryptonite is something to be treasured forever.