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No Way Out by Soviet-Superwoman No Way Out by Soviet-Superwoman
September 1944, Slovakia



On September 8, the Red Army along with partisan sympathizers began a major offensive on the Dukla Pass, a strategically significant mountain pass in the Laborec Highlands of the Outer Eastern Carpathians, on the Slovak-Polish border, desperately fighting through the mountains to penetrate into Slovakia. The Germans were retreating, slowly, tenaciously and fighting back hard to inflict as many casualties as they could on the advancing Soviet forces. One of their new favorite tactics was to fire artillery into the trees, showering the exposed soldiers with splinters that ripped through them like shrapnel from a grenade. The men in tanks were safe, but those on foot were vulnerable to the deadly debris exploding all around them. The Soviets were also having trouble with slipping and sliding over muddy, narrow roads. German minefields were hastily constructed to slow down the advance and cover a fall-back and regrouping of Axis forces.




Sturmbannführer Ilsa Hauppman had been forced to abandon her home at Čachtice Castle. The mid-13th century had been her base of operations, as it had once been the infamous Countess Elizabeth Báthory's, ever since it was given to her by Heinrich Himmler only two years earlier. Now she had been forced to destroy most of her original equipment and experiments, her own personal belongings before they fell into Soviet hands. Herself, along with a small detachment of her personal guard were to make their way back to Berlin upon order of the Fuhrer, most likely to hide in a bunker and continue her experiments. The rest of the soldiers under her command were to re-enforce the troops under command of General Gotthard Heinrici. Everything was going to hell. Despite their victories in France against the British and American forces, the sub-human Slavs were still completely in control of the Eastern front and their puppet-mascot the Soviet Superwoman was still leading them. She looked up at her castle fortress for a long time amid the sounds of jeeps and trucks, the barking orders all around her. It was humiliating. A hand on her shoulder shook her out of her thoughts.




"Sturmbannführer, we must leave now." Her black garbed driver and a member of her elite guard stared at her with imploring expression. Ilsa nodded slowly, cast another glance at her former home before resigning herself and moving to the backseat of a waiting jeep.




Satisfied, her driver entered the jeep on one side as another tall, Aryan member of the elite guard entered on the opposite side. The sounds of the combat could be heard even here now meaning that the Soviets were not very far from here, continuing to gain momentum in their offensive. Ilsa patted the gas mask she had in the bag next to her. So badly did she want to charge into the fray and rip the bodies of these Slavic beasts apart, scattering them and their forces over the snow in bloody handfuls. The truth of the matter was that she had very few doses of her serum left, until she reached her Berlin laboratory at least, and with the Soviet Superwoman still hunting her from all accounts she felt it was more prudent to follow orders and fall back. Should she run out of it dealing with the vermin here and then run afoul of her hated enemy, the results would not be at all to her liking. Besides, she still had not had the opportunity to test her other project on that lesbisch and all of that was waiting for her in at the capital.





The jeep hummed to life and she pulled off into the convoy of vehicles heading away from the area. Half a dozen tanks including a Pather and ten or so half-tracks and jeeps made up the formation as it pulled away from the ancient castle.




"How will we achieve victory now Sturmbannführer?" her driver asked, the tone of her voice choked with emotion.




"It depends on how you define victory then doesn't it? If you mean forcing the Soviet Union and it's Wall Street Jewish allies to the surrender table, that ship has long since sailed away. If you mean the survival of Germany and the Third Reich as a victory, then perhaps there is still hope." Ilsa answered honestly.




Only a few miles up the road a crude roadblock suddenly sprang into view ahead of them, made of overturned vehicles and piled debris. Soviet soldiers and partisans opened fire from behind the roadblock and from the surrounding woodlands with rifles and machine guns as the column approached it. A partisan with a Molotov cocktail and an apparent death-wish rushed the jeep directly in front of Ilsa setting it and it's occupants ablaze before being gunned down by German soldiers. Ilsa's driver quickly shifted gears and crushed the petal down to the floor under her boot cursing. The guard in the front seat was shot several times and tumbled out of the jeep like a rag-doll. The only Panther tank under Ilsa's command bullied its way forward past the retreating jeep and smashed into the barricade, punching a hole that would allow the other vehicle, and it's much more important passenger to escape. Ilsa's driver skillfully maneuvered into the opening and sped off down what resembled the roadway. The distinctive chatter of more Russian automatic weapons to the left of their position gave Ilsa a terrible premonition.




"Take us off road!" she barked at her driver who nodded a reply





Ilsa stood and grabbed the .30 caliber machine gun mounted on the jeep, cursing that she didn't have a gunner. Her driver drove the jeep out into the open clearing, through some thick shrubs. A score of Russian soldiers opened up on them as they made their way past. Ilsa was nearly thrown from the vehicle as it crossed the uneven ground, be she held onto the machine gun and managed to return fire, raking the nearest Russians and hurling them to the ground in bloody heaps. The Soviet forces continued to fire at her retreating jeep, bullets slamming into it. One just managed to miss the engine block and the driver fought for control. Sturmbannführer Hauppman sprayed more bullets in response, dropping a pair of Soviet soldiers who were firing alongside them. A few half-tracks had appeared coming up from behind them, their machine guns and infantry inside shooting at anything that resembled the enemy. The Panther tank had joined the fray as well as several Panzer Mark IV's. No longer a column, their vehicles were scattered in all directions.




One of the half-tracks erupted in a plume of exploding gasoline as a Russian Degtyaryov Anti-Tank Rifle round smashed into it's thin armor. The German forces continued to retreat, leaving four burning Panzers and three dead half-tracks. A number her soldiers, some of them good women with genetic enhancements lay dead and scattered behind them on the battlefield. An anti-tank projectile streaked out and barely missed her jeep as the driver did her expert best to keep ahead of the Soviet ambush. Both women were worried now that perhaps they were driving head-long into a German mile field. Felled trees all along the sides of the roadway now were an indication and a running over a mine would leave them both stranded, helpless or worse. Still, bouncing over a possible mine field was preferable at this stage then getting snared in the Soviet surprise attack on her position.



BANG!




Ilsa's driver caught a round in the side of her head, spinning the jeep to the side and dumping out it's important occupant. Ilsa Hauppman was tossed unceremoniously onto the mud, spattering her once-clean black SS uniform. As the jeep bounced a few more yards, the driver also tumbled out, her body landing on one of the mines she had been so worried about in life. The explosion sent the already dead woman's torso flying in one direction and her legs in another. Ilsa was on foot now and caught in their snare. She looked around desperately until her eyes settled on her gas mask apparatus. She dove for it, taking it into her arms and continuing on towards the side of the now overturned jeep. It would provide her with the cover she would need for the next few minutes as she activated her serum. There was no longer any option. She would become death itself and battle her way back towards the beleaguered tanks. From there she would at least made to the hidden Reich facility in Rastenberg. It was the only choice open to her now. Ilsa slid the gas mask down over her blonde haired head and activated the inhalation system, breathing in deep her chemical concoction.





Everywhere on her body it felt as if she were going to explode. Instantly, large swells of muscle began to fill up her SS uniform, pumping and pistoning as her body grew in front of her eyes. Huge biceps swelled on her arms, and her chest ballooned with thick, steely muscles. Ilsa moaned as her stomach swelled outwards. Her hands instinctively went there for the pain, and she felt it settle into ridged valleys and peaks of muscles. Within moments her uniform shredded from her unreal looking body, pumping with hard swimming musculature and throbbing veins. Ilsa was absolutely gigantic and looked carved from living marble, her body utterly indifferent to any preconceived notions of femininity . She was now grunting and breathing hard, like a bull and also like a bull, her thick, bulging neck, capped with rigid, tendon-striated sick bulges of trapezius muscle, was frightening in its size and vascularity. Her face split into a terrible grin as she stood up from behind the wreckage of the jeep and looked out towards the enemy positions. Attacking her here, driving her from her home would be the last mistake they would ever make.




And every soldier she killed wore the face of the Soviet Superwoman.


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A massive thank to :iconhotrod5: for this incredible image of Ilsa! You always make her look great my friend. :iconbowplz:

Also a shout-out to my comrade-in-arms :iconandrewr255: for inspiring me to write this particular story!

Ilsa Hauppman, Soviet Superwoman and the story are my creations and property.

Ilsa, going under the handle genocide now, can be found in :iconangel-fallsda:
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:iconballetpedal:
balletpedal Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2014
Punitive operation "Crush tank prisoners"
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chernika Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2014
Клева !!!! Thumbs Up 
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DerDrach Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2013
Excellent! I love the WWII era stuff.
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Hugh-Mann Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2013
Like, totally AWESOME!!! Hugh
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JamesE82 Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2013

Ilsa’s face is that of an exterminator thinking about all the roaches he is going to have to clean off the bottoms of his shoes… Interesting to see what happened right after the Čachtice affair.

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johnnyharadrim Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
Fantastic story, Olga! Very well done.
minor gripe, minor gripe...
I'm assuming Ilsa got her hands on an American/British/lendlease Soviet Willys jeep (what, no GAZ-67? Marshall Zhukov loves those!) with a .50cal M2 machine gun rather than a German kubelwagen (which would be painted in RAL dark yellow and dark red and olivegruen camoflage stripes) for the purpose of the picture? :)
Cuz a .50 cal really packs a harder punch than a puny .30 cal MG34/42...

You always manage to capture the horror of Ilsa's transformations. She's not interested in femininity, only pure carnage...
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RolandGrey Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
And yet, an M240 makes the noise that people really fear.  It's the one weapon that actually sounds like a rabid dog barking fire.
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johnnyharadrim Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013

In which case, both the bite and the bark are equally bad!

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leviadragon99 Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
Well... they got close... her team dead and if they'd just gotten a bullet on her they might have ended her madness once and for all...
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Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
:iconsniperplz::iconsaysplz: I tried, they all look the same!
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:iconhotrod5:
hotrod5 Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
When you corner a wounded animal, that's when they are the most dangerous. Oh man did Ilsa give those Russians a serious beating.
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Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
A scene which you illustrated masterfully. :iconbowplz:
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:iconjohnnyharadrim:
johnnyharadrim Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013

Nobody counter attacks like the Krauts! ;p

That one I got from Tom Clancy!

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ColeTyger Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
and once again, the monster is loose
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Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
Aw, you knew she'd live through a flashback story. ;)
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:iconcoletyger:
ColeTyger Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2013
of course, i was just speaking of her transformed self on the rampage, as opposed to the one that actually fits through normal sized doorways

either way she is a monster, one is just more obvious at first glance
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moxiee Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
I like that last line. That defines her perfectly.
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Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
Because she is such a bitch?
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:iconmoxiee:
moxiee Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
I don't think anyone is going to argue with you. :D
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BelRhaza4017 Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
a powerful story, Olga, and a great pic to illustrate Ilsa's mindset in WWII! major props on this, my dear! props to Hotrod, too, for an awesome shot!
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Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
Hotrod really knocked this one out of the park as they say.
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BelRhaza4017 Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
that he did
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andrewr255 Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
Nice story from the final days. At least Ilsa is realistic about their situation and not fooling herself about the outcome.

Great military image by Hotrod.
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Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
No, by late 44 I think even Ilsa knew the score. If you remember from earlier stories, she retreats back to Berlin to re-acquire her experiments, never arrives at the Führerbunker (much to Hitler's chagrin) and tries to destroy the city in atomic fire.
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Knight3000 Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Good piece My dear showing Ilsa in her transformation.
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Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
Thank you. :D
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Knight3000 Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:thumbsup: Glad to my dear!
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Stick-bag Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
Oh, and great work as always on her transformation. You always manage to make these villainous empowerings sound suitably creepy and horrific.
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Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
Many thanks! :iconbowplz:
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Stick-bag Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2013
I actually have a question on that subject. Was Olga's reaction to the Soviet experiment as dramatic as we know it was for Ilsa and Smith and their equivalent trials, or was her growth and empowerment a more gradual thing as opposed to becoming an amazon in the space of less than a minute?

I know Ilsa's powers were only temporary until she got beefed up to her current "normal" state, and, IIRC, Smith had some more treatments after the initial one you wrote about, so technically they were both drawn out a bit as well, but you know what I mean.
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Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2013
No Olga's was very gradual. In fact she didn't even realize she had eye-beams until the Battle of Leningrad and the Red Army brass was still treating her like a mascot or morale officer.
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Stick-bag Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2013
So her other powers must have been pretty low at that point too, right? I mean, for her to be mostly thought of as a mascot.
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Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2013
Well that and the fact that she was a woman, a farm-girl at that and that she was given what they first thought was a ridiculous costume. I mean if you were a Colonel and they sent you a young girl in a cape and told you she was the great hope of victory you would at the very least be skeptical. It wasn't until Kursk where she was throwing enemy Panzers around that they realized just what they had.
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Stick-bag Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2013
Ah, but was she capable of throwing around panzers when she was first introduced to the world?
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Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2013
It was when the other nations stood up and took notice...especially Ilsa Hauppman.
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VHamelin Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
Very interesting.  I like these sorts of stories.  :)  Always fun to see both sides of the spectrum.  


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Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
Glad to hear it, I do enjoy writing WWII era material.
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Stick-bag Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
"Sub-human Slavs"... See, this is what always boggles my mind about Aryan supremacy. I know WW2 wasn't a walkover for either side in any universe, but in moments like this, and others like them since the Allies really started striking back, how could the Nazis still believe that they were a superior species? I'm not saying they're inferior to the Allied nations, just wondering why they still believed they were any better. Even genetically enhanced troops are being slaughtered here. I know I probably shouldn't be trying to apply rationality to them, especially not Ilsa, but still...
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JamesE82 Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2013

I’ve got a better one for ya: In their efforts to cleanse the world of everyone but the Aryan master race, the Germans allied with the Japanese? Not exactly blond-haired, blue-eyed supermen, are they? :confused:

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Stick-bag Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2013
Yeah, that does seem odd.
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Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
This is an excerpt from Der Reichsführer SS/SS-Hauptamt, Rassenpolitik (Berlin, 1943), a pamphlet outlining Nazi racial theories.
 

"The new scientific understanding of the importance of blood for the existence of the German people and its culture did not win without a struggle. Our people’s thinking was misled by the forces of the Church, Liberalism, Bolshevism, and Jewry. Only the victory of Adolf Hitler and the National Socialist worldview enabled the German people to think racially. The worldview appeals to the Nordic blood inheritance of each German. We have it to thank for the enormous progress of our people after 1933, and for the unprecedented triumphs of its army in building a new order in Europe and the world. Destroying Jewry will remove the final cause that led to the decline and fall of Europe and its culture.

When National Socialism took power in Germany, most citizens did not understand the revolutionary significance of racial science and genetics. The victory of racial thinking in so short a time is astonishing. Scientific knowledge often requires decades, even centuries, so enter a people’s thinking. The worldview Adolf Hitler developed, based on these incontrovertible scientific results, enabled the greater part of our people to be persuaded of the correctness and decisive significance of racial thinking."

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Stick-bag Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2013
Yeah, I bet those "incontrovertible scientific results" weren't at all biased... Roll Eyes

I understand rationalising things to make your side seem like the superior one and turning groups into scapegoats that you can blame all your problems on. That part I can easily imagine. The part I have difficulty imagining is being so devoted to those ideas that you still genuinely believe in them when your supposed inferiors are turning the tables and starting to beat you. I'm not expecting an answer and I expect I'll never understand, having never believed in anything very strongly myself, it's just something that's alway confused me about the Reich.
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Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2013
I'm sure that's why a lot of the real SS fanatics ate a bullet during the last days of the Reich, unable to deal with the situation.
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Stick-bag Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2013
True...
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SouthernNerd Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
If I may deposit my two cents into a possible reason. The mindset of "human supremacy" is almost primordial in its essence. In psychology, there is a specific term (which evades my mind at this point) which describes a point in a person's mind that envisions where the person should be better than his/her peers. Even though it might be fantasy or not and people can choose to take advantage of this or not it exists in all. From a history perspective, human supremacy was consistent in Wartime where the winners won and the looser became property. This gave way to pretty much the start of slavery where the stronger dominate the weak and enslave them for their own benefits. This was common with the Slovak people, the slaves to the Spartans, and many more empires where the slaves were being oppressed. During World War 2 Hitler, despite the arrogant prick he was, used his public speaking skills to not only instigate the support of the type of Germans who hated the Jews but pretty much set the mindset that their way of thinking was the right way to think and everyone else is wrong.

Choose to take my cents and store it in your pocket or not, but that is just my personal theory when I read your comment. 
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Stick-bag Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
There's probably a lot of truth to that. I just find it hard to imagine still believing so strongly that your side is superior when the tables are turning and your enemies are not only successfully fighting back but starting to beat you. That's the part I have trouble with, but maybe that's because I've never believed in anything that strongly.
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Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
Here's something released this year by the BBC which you might find interesting: www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6a947…
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Stick-bag Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2013
Uh, maybe later...
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johnnyharadrim Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
Even with the whole world crumbling around them, the one thing that they hold dear to them is the 'knowledge' that they are superior to their enemy. Gives them comfort in the face of defeat. It's what enables certain people to contemplate the annihilation of the world if they fall from grace/positions of preeminence, because the only other option is subjugation at the hands of the hated enemy, who is beneath you.
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Stick-bag Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013
I guess that makes sense. As much as prejudice and arrogance can, anyway.
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