Humpdays 7

BOOK 1: Portal of God

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Maia awoke with such a start that she almost tumbled out of the bed to the floor. Olga had let out a terrifying scream that ripped her violently from her peaceful slumber. The flame-tressed heroine looked over at her lover to see what could have caused such an disturbance. The Soviet Superwoman was sitting ramrod straight up in the bed, her blue eyes wide and staring straight ahead, staring at nothing. She was bathed in sweat and was shaking all over. Maia quickly took her by the hand.


"Hey, sweety! What is it? What's wrong?" Maia asked hurriedly. Olga's hand was cold, her skin pale and clammy.



The Russian woman still said nothing, only continuing to shudder, that far-away gaze still in her eyes.


"Olga? OLGA?" Maia turned over onto her side and gripped her lover by the shoulder as she spoke, her level of fear beginning to rise. As her hand made contact with Olga's flesh, the Soviet born woman jumped and grabbed a hold of it hard, her wild eyes flashing downwards to meet Maia's. Had she possessed ordinary strength, she realized that Olga would have just broken most of her fingers. Walkiria clamped her other hand down over her wife's and held it there firmly.



"Olga? Are you alright, you're really scaring me!" Maia exclaimed looking deep into her wide sapphire eyes.



It was as if a light-switch went on in the Soviet Superwoman's head and her eyes quickly returned to normal. The grip on Maia's hand relaxed as Olga appeared to remember where she was and who she was with.



"Извините<Sorry>..." Olga replied in her native tongue before catching herself, "I mean sorry my love. I was having a night terror."



"I'll say!" Maia said, half chuckling at Olga's blantently obvious response. "I'm lucky you didn't lash out with those laser peepers of yours hon, what the hell were you dreaming about? Ultrawoman's last gynocology exam?"



"Is not funny!" Olga said pulling her hand back angrily.



"No kidding it wasn't funny, you scared the hell out of me!"



Olga immediately lost her defensive posture and her shoulders slumped. "I am sorry my Возлюбленная<Beloved>...I did not mean to scare you."



Mais snuggled up next to her amazonian Russian lover and ran a hand through her short, raven-black hair. It was matted with sweat and she was still trembling a little. "Was it Sajmište* again love. I know you're still haunted by that terrible place...what happened there."



"Nyet," Olga replied shaking her head slowly from side to side before laying it on Maia's broad shoudlers, "It was something from before the war. Something I had all but forgotten."



"Before the war?" Maia replied arching an eyebrow. "You mean from your childhood?"



"Da."



Walkiria frowned. She had been hoping for a bit more explanation other than just 'Da'. Getting information about Olga's past was like pulling teeth at times. She was more than happy to espouse all the wonderful things about living in the Soviet Union and how great it was compared to every other nation and form of government on the face of the earth. She would happily tell you how she trashed Ilsa at the battle of this, or defeated Hitler's armies at the battle of that, but to get at anything deeper was maddening. Memories of the concentration camp at Sajmište were the last time she remembered seeing Olga go through nightmares like this. Fear simply wasn't in her genetic make-up she had told herself about Olga once, so this episode would require more digging, especially since it appeared to be something from before her time as the Soviet Superwoman.



"Am I supposed to guess then?" Maia smiled playfully.



Olga shook her head. "I do not feel like speaking about it."



"Would you feel like speaking about it over some hot coffee with vodka?" Maia purred, tempting her with her favorite beverage.



"Nyet Возлюбленная<Beloved>...it involves my mother."



Now Maia was intrigued. Olga almost never spoke about her parents, let alone her childhood. She knew that she had been raised on a collective farm, somewhere Olga called the central black earth region of the Soviet Union and she knew that Olga had had brothers and sisters. They all died during the Nazi invasion, their village burned to the ground by the German invaders while she was off training with her new-found powers. Part of why she was so tight-lipped, Maia knew, was because she regretted being unable to save them. Despite having all her incredible powers, she was still understanding how to use them when the invasion came. It was the driving reason why she now defended the populace with every breath of life in her body, so no other child would have to lose their entire family senselessly.



"Dammit Olga, we've been through all this once before! Why won't you let me in? I can't help you if you won't open your heart and let me know what happened to you to make such a strong-willed, powerful woman scream in terror like that from shades of her past?"




The Soviet Superwoman stood up abruptly, her tremendous pectorals capped with enormous breasts were clothed only in a black bra and below her ripped abdominal six-pack she wore a pair of black panties. She moved to the closet door across the room and pulled it to the side even as Maia was moving off the bed as well, her hands planted firmly on her hips.



"What the hell are you doing Olga, it's after 2 in the morning?" Walkiria demanded as her wife pulled out her hammer and sickle emblazoned costume and boots.



"I am going on a patrol so that you can sleep without my terrors to awaken you and stir you up Возлюбленная<Beloved>." Olga replied as she deftly began donning her trademarked uniform.



"I think there are probably about a dozen or so friends of ours out on patrol already for the graveyard shift Olga, come back to bed."



"Da, but they are not me." the Soviet Superwoman answered as she affixed her cape to her costume. Maia had to admit, she was an incredibly striking figure in her uniform, her cape unfurling all around her. It was a classic look that suited her perfectly and struck fear in the hearts of her enemies. Whatever else the Soviet Union was, they apprently had some inspired tailors during the war.



Walkiria swiftly moved over to her wife and lover, interposing herself between the door. "Yeah when Mindy wakes John up from a horrible nightmare she probably tells him what it was about and they go back to bed. Look, I love you sweety, I am just concerned. You wake up screaming in the middle of the night, I ask you want you dreamed about and you won't tell me and then you do what you always do when you get bent out of shape and get dressed to patrol the city. At the very least come back to bed and we'll talk about it in the morning."



Olga stood there for a moment, locked in an emotional battle over whether to go and fly out into the night and work through her frustrations or come back to bed with the woman she loved. After what seemed like an eternity, she moved past Walkiria and headed for the open doorway.



"You can be the most stubborn woman on the entire planet Olga!" Maia yelled after her.


To be continued...

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*Olga's experiences at Sajmište can be seen here:

Soviet-Superwoman is my property and creation.

The ever lovely Walkiria is the property of the ever lovely

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