One of my favourite episodes of Wonder Woman, as I would have liked it to have been.

The Alternative: Fausta

Part 1

By

Craig Weston

The car pulled up with a jolt, the driver sprung out, opened the door snapped to attention saluting as I alighted, pausing for a moment as my breath was taken away by the incredible vista before me. A castle, like something out of legend, flaming torches lit the pathway towards a lowered drawbridge spanning a moat, an ominous entrance beckoned with the spikes of a raised portcullis protruding from the top of the oval entrance. Large flamed torches hung either side of the entrance along with two billowing flags close by flapping in the cool breeze upon the battlements. I was met by two SS guards, who saluted then escorted me silently across the drawbridge, through the entrance out into a large cobbled courtyard, pausing for a moment I turned taking in the whole majesty of this incredible stone edifice. The two SS guards waited with undisguised irritation in delaying them. My orders had been clear, I was to report with all dispatch, time was of the essence, my blood ran cold at sight of the signature upon those orders: Heinrich Himmler

I indicated to my escort to continue and was led up a flight of stone steps into a large stone building, I was not prepared for the grandeur of the hall, the great bright chandelier above me, dark mahogany walls and brilliant colourful tapestries depicting unicorns and other beasts from mythology. We were met by a weaselly looking army sergeant, he clicked his heels together, greeted me and along with the escort was conducted to a very plush office and requested to wait. The offer of coffee was very welcome and delivered minutes later by the sergeant, my escort remaining stoically outside as he entered. The hot sweet black coffee was very welcome, my journey had been long and tiring, yet I could not  bring myself to eat. My curiosity and not a small touch of anxiety left me unable to consume any food at this time.

Taking another large mouthful of coffee I began to examine the office, a grand mahogany desk dominated the room, along with throne like chair behind. Above hung the most amazing painting I had ever seen, I immediately recognised the style as that of Heinrich Dilo the master artist, he had caught all the majesty and power of the great man that was our Fuhrer.

A loud shuffling outside of the door, muffled words, the door opened to permit the entry of a tall blonde woman, her cape billowed behind as she entered with a purposeful stride, placing my cup down I immediately snapped to attention raised my right arm with a vocal "Heil Hitler." The blonde woman came to a halt about 4 feet away, her black cloak now hung limp upon her shoulders, the white blouse hugged her rather ample, breasts, piercing green eyes. Fraulein Fausta Grables regarded me for a moment, gave a response of "Heil Hitler," then sauntered to the chair behind the desk, removed her cape, draped it over the back of the chair, sat down, placed one black booted ankle on the top of the desk, followed by the other, her skirt rode up revealing firm creamy thigh, glancing up into her eyes, she gave a slight smile of acknowledgement then beckoned me to sit. She reached for a red coloured folder on the desk laid it upon her legs and opened it, silently reading the contents, nodded then looked up. "It is good to see you again lieutenant," she states looking up, "I did not have the opportunity of thanking you following our return to to the Fatherland with the captive Vonder Voman."

"Regretfully Fraulein, I was reassigned upon our return, I was pleased to be of service, I trust my report was to your satisfaction?"

Fausta held the red folder up then threw it upon the desk, "it is concise, told me everything und absolutely, nossing. Nossing! Ve did not already know. Zat is vhy I sent for you lieutenant, you can be of immense assistance."

"I am at a loss to understand how Fraulein?" I replied astonished at her statement.

"You ver the one who captured the Amerikan known as Vunnder Vomen, ver you not?"

"Yes Fraulein." Taking a slow deep breath, she nodded, then pressed a button on her desk. The door opened to permit a tall dark haired, stern looking woman in an army uniform holding a large note pad in her left hand, she entered saluted and was directed by Fausta to a small chair, she produced a pen and remained silent ready to take notes. Fausta glided to the front of her desk, lent back allowing her skirt to rise a little. "As I stated lieutenant your report is most thorough. But I vant you to go through ze mission step by step, leave nothing out, I vant every detail no matter how minute. I Especially...Vant to know Vhat transpired between you and Vunder Voman vhen you captured her. Exactly vhat you said to her und Exactly vhat she said. Ist that clear? My secretary vill take down everything you say," she said pointing to the stern dark hair woman.

"Of course Fraulein," I mumbled unsure where this was going. I was confused, the Fraulein had been there, and had personally planned, approved and led the mission

"Ze goot, now begin."

My mind raced, almost two months had elapsed since the mission...

The plan had been to lure the individual known to the Amerikans as Vunder Voman out in order that we could capture her. I had been assigned that task at the base of the wooden stage. There had been concerns that our ruse might not work, or that she would prove to be invulnerable to attack. I was very aware of her abilities from the film footage secretly taken during her rescue of the Amerikan officer Trevor. She had demonstrated exceptional strength and fighting abilities, proving to be a very formidable opponent. The risk in her capture however, was a calculated one, and the probability of success was assessed as good. Fausta had posed as an impostor Vunder Vomam masked up, which had lured the real Vunder Voman into the open a contest of strength was played out before an assembled cheering crowd.

I was hidden beneath the stage, and could see them through the gaps in the planks above me. After having lifted a barbell it in an impressive display of strength to the appreciative cheering crowd. Fausta gave the signal to be ready, by beckoning the real Vunder Voman to the barbell. She approached stepping onto the hidden trap door, grabbed the barbell one handed in an under arm grip about to lift it. My heart raced as I yanked the lever releasing the trap door, and the figure of Vunder Voman tumbled through landing stunned and winded on the floor. The crowd thinking this was all part of the show clapped and cheered as I sprang upon the stunned and momentarily bewildered Vunder Voman clamping the sodden chloroform soaked pad over her mouth and nose. Still winded she couldn't help but inhale large doses of the drug. There was a brief struggle, but surprise had been complete, as she did not toss me aside or attempt to as I had expected. Wasting no time I grabbed for the golden lasso that hung on the golden belt at her hip, wrapping it around her one handed, all the while still smothering her with the chloroform pad. Then I tore off the gold mask to reveal the most beautiful blue eyes, that starred at me, glassy from the effects of the chloroform, but also, something else, she appeared to be in some sort of trance, as if, completely devoid of any vill. I commanded her to tell me how to take her prisoner, she replied without any resistance to remove her belt, then freely told me the chloroform would render her unconscious, which it did. I then bound her and carried her into the waiting car as we sped away I injected her with a large dose of strong sedative to ensure she stayed unconscious during the trip. We were  pursued by the Amerikan officer Trevor, but made our escape with Fausta piloting the plane back to the Fatherland.

Concluding my recollection Fausta made her way to the secretary, glanced at the notes, then instructed the woman to leave. Once the door close Fausta turned to face me. "Tell me. How long did it take from the moment she fell through the trap door to you rendering her unconscious?"

"Not long Fraulein, no more than a few minutes I would say."

"A few minutes! You ver alone vith her for a few minutes." Fausta stared at me for a long moment. "Vhat is your assessment of her?"

"A formidable opponent, Fraulein, endowed with incredible powers or strength and agility. Despite this however, she is just as vulnerable as any ordinary person, confirmed by the ease by which we captured her. Without her belt she has no more strength than an ordinary woman, has no special resistance to the lasso or to conventional drugs such as chloroform."

"Ze goot," Fausta nodded. "Zat is an assessment of a soldier. It is getting late, I am very grateful to you Lieutenant you have been of great service, no doubt you are tired from your journey, get some rest ve vil talk more tomorrow." With that, Fausta pressed a button on her desk, the weaselly sergeant appeared, I bid goodnight to Fraulein Grables, then he escorted me to my room, food was provided, followed by a shower and bed I slept a fit ful sleep full of images of Vunder Voman, laying at my feet in the plane as we flew to the Fatherland. Of Fraulein Grables and her preoccupation with Vunder Voman. Vhat was I involved in?

In the morning I was awoken by the weaselly sergeant, who served me breakfast in my room and handed me a note from Fraulein Grables I was to dress in civilian attire and join her in the courtyard stables. Clothing was provided, curiously almost identical to those I had worn in Amerika during my mission to capture Vunder Voman.

Outside I was met by the same two SS guards from my arrival, they escorted me to the stables, their boots clumped in unison upon the cobbled stones as we crossed the courtyard Fraulein Grables waited outside the stables her blonde hair loose around her shoulders, wearing a tight figure hugging jumpsuit, black boots that came just below the knee and around her waist was the golden belt and lasso of Vunder Voman. A quick exchange of "Heil Hitler." And she beckoned me to follow the guards remained outside.

Curious I followed her into the stables, a partially large open building lay in front of me, the horse stalls had been converted into small offices where plain clothes individuals sat or moved about twiddling with electronic apparatus and... Fausta turned to face me, a brief smile flickered, then vanished. "Zis, as you can see is a recreation of the stage Vhere ve captured Vunder Voman." I made to speak but she held up a hand. "I know you have many questions, they can vait." She then went on to instruct me in what was to follow. Ve Vere going to recreate the capture, she would play the part of Vunder Voman and I was to Do and Say exactly as I had done that day. Exactly! Her instructions on this were Explicit. Making my way to the bottom of the stage a figure handed me a small bag, inside were the same items I had, had for the mission, strands of rope to bind her once captured a bottle of chloroform and gauze pad. Opening the bottle I was immediately hit by the sweet sickly scent, it was real chloroform! "Stand ready!" Came a whispered voice

Then the band music began to play just as it had that day. A voice came over loud speakers in English, "War bonds buy those War bonds folks," claps a cheers. Then the voices went through just as they had, through the planks I could see figures acting out the scene a female dressed as Vunder Voman, wearing a cape and golden mask, then Fausta stepped out in her jumpsuit and belt, also wearing a golden mask. The music played louder as she came onto the stage, the impostor Vunder Voman stepped forward raised the bar bell in both hands to claps and cheers from the speakers. Placing it down she gestured to Fausta to take her turn, my heart began to race as she stepped forward onto the trapdoor reached out to the bar bell in an underhand grip as she was about to lift it, I yanked the lever releasing the trap door trapdoor Fausta plummeted through landing in a stunned heap upon the floor, in moments I was upon her clamping the chloroform soaked pad over her mouth and nose, there is a brief struggle."

"Help win the war folks," a voice came over the speakers, "and buy those bonds!" Claps and cheers boomed from the speakers to more band music.

Then I grab the lasso wrap it around her whilst keeping the pad firmly over her mouth and nose, tearing away the mask. Her long blonde hair falls loosely about her, beautiful green eyes glassy from the chloroform, her breasts heave in the tight jumpsuit. "Quick, tell me how do I make you helpless and take you prisoner?"

Fausta's breasts heave slowly in the tight jumpsuit to my question,"Remove...my magic belt," she replies breathlessly.

"Is that the key to your strength?"

"Yes," Fausta replies her eyes glazed from the chloroform. "Avay, avay from my home on paradise island."

"Could, this chloroform, keep you unconscious?"

Fausta's breasts heave once more, "Yes," she replies breathlessly.

I place the gauze pad over her mouth and nose, experiencing once again the same Intense arousal I had when I captured the real Vunder Voman, that moment of exquisite excitement. "Sleep peacefully Vonder Voman, you wake in the Fatherland." Fausta's eyes flickered, then rolled, her eyelids closed as she sank into a drugged sleep. All the while music blared from the speakers along with cheering and clapping.

Afterwards figures appear and carry her limp form to a nearby shack where Fausta was laid out on a camp bed to recover, she awoke almost an hour later and summoned me to her. As I entered the shack she was sitting up the zip of her jumpsuit pulled down a little revealing slow heaving cleavage, it was an effort to pull myself away and look directly at her. Sipping some water she met me with a smile directing me to stool. "Ve shall do it again," she declared. "Exactly, as before." I simply nodded. In actuality we did it three more times over a period of 8 hours, each time using real chloroform and each time I became extremely aroused by the experience. What she was trying to do was beyond me, yet she insisted upon it.

After the forth time she remained unconscious for over two hours before awakening, due to the accumulated effects of the chloroform. Once again I was summoned, she sat upon the camp bed sipping water, it was now late and all the figures had gone leaving us quite alone. She greeted me with a smile, again directing me to a stool. "No doubt, you haff be vondering vhy I haff done all this?" I nodded. "Very simply, I vanted to experience vhat she went vent through with the capture, how she was captured so easily, vas she some veakling?"

"Did you come to any conclusions Fraulein?" With out replying she stood then led me out towards the stage. "Last night I asked you for your assessment of her, you gave me one of a soldier. Und in that you were quite correct. Vhat I also vhanted vas your assessment of her as a man, that was not something I vould ask, at least not yet. I also vanted to experience vhat she did. Vhat passed between you, und now I know." I made to speak but she held up her hand. "Your reactions vere vhat I expected of a top agent, and — of a man. She is very beautiful is she not? Her costume is...Very provocative Und you vere Very aroused by her?"

This caught me by surprise. "I vould not be much of a man if I had not reacted so Fraulein."

"No lieutenant," she replied breathlessly. "You vould not." At this she left.

To Be Cont...