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

The Alternative: Fausta

Part 2

By

Craig Weston

The strange events of earlier left me with many questions. Why had Fausta insisted upon recreating the capture of Vunder Voman to such detail? And using real chloroform!

I had not slept following those events, my thoughts constantly racing trying to make sense of it all. Rising that morning I had showered, shaved and taken breakfast in my room, being served by the weaselly looking sergeant. Fausta had sent word that she was indisposed until the afternoon, I sat sipping coffee wondering where all this was going? Two months ago I had been summoned and instructed to take part in the capture of she who was known simply as Vunder Voman, an individual who had left a profound mark upon me—though I was loathe to admit it. Of course I had made no mention of it in my report, but it was clear that Fausta suspected something had passed between myself and Vunder Voman, and, she was right. Something had indeed...

Hidden beneath the stage, I could see them through the gaps in the planks above me. The music played as Fausta stood dressed as Vunder Voman in an almost exact costume dark haired wig and cloak and gold mask. She was a truly impressive sight, the costume seemed to cling to her curvaceous body. The crowd were wild with excitement and the commentator urged the crowd to buy war bonds. The real Vunder Voman appeared to a delighted crowd at the contest of strength that was to follow.

After having lifted a barbell two handed in an impressive display of strength  much to the delight of the cheering crowd. Fausta Placed the barbell down, then gave the signal to be ready, by beckoning the real Vunder Voman that it was her turn. 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 my right hand clamped the chloroform soaked pad over her mouth and nose. My left arm locking across her chest. Still winded she can't help but inhale the drug, surprise had been complete. She was surprisingly strong despite all this and the effects of the chloroform, her struggles only served to arouse me in ways I had never before experienced! "Good Fraulein Vunder Voman struggle!" I heard myself whisper in her ear. So excited was I by her struggles my left hand finds a firm breast and squeezes it. She bucks and kicks, then I find myself moving to the other one, a nipple now hard and erect through poked through the thin material of her costume. 

Her exertions continued a little more then lessened, at this I grab for the golden lasso that hung on the golden belt at her hip. My erection throbs with an unholy intensity as I wrap the lasso around her one handed, while continuing to smother her with the chloroform pad. Tearing off the gold mask reveals the most beautiful blue eyes, that stare at me, glassy from the effects of the chloroform but also, something else, she appears to be in some sort of trance, as if, completely devoid of any vill.

At that moment something possessed me my hand slips under her costume revealing a firm milky breast, she moans as the erect nipple is squeezed. "Vhat is your name Vunder Voman?"

Those beautiful blue eyes look up at me, "I am Diana princess of the Amazons and now—I belong to you." Her words are almost a whisper. Then the music blares out of the speakers kicking me back into reality!

"Quick—tell me how do I make you helpless and take you prisoner." I'm almost in a panic as I pull her costume up. What the hell had I been think? Her large, now covered breasts heave slowly in the red costume "Remove... Remove... My... My..." She pauses trying to resist.

"Tell me— how do I make you helpless and take you prisoner? I command you—to tell me."

"I—I must obey you. Remove my magic belt," she replies breathlessly.

"Is that the key to your strength?" There is another pause, a long deep breath."You must answer me!"

"Yes," she replies still trying to fight the effects of the lasso, her eyes still glazed from the chloroform. "Away, away from my home on paradise island."

"Could, this chloroform, keep you unconscious?"

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

"You are my prisoner now Vunder Voman, I captured you." I whisper placing the gauze pad over her mouth and nose, experiencing a moment of exquisite excitement. "Sleep peacefully Vonder Voman, you wake in the Fatherland." Her eyes flickered, then rolled, eyelids closed as she sank into a drugged sleep. All the while music blared from the speakers along with cheering and clapping. Quickly I bound her wrists in front of her, then her ankles, before carrying her out the back of the stage to a waiting car. The rest of my team joined us along with Fausta still in the guise of Vunder Voman. It was then that things had started to go wrong. That fool of an Amerikan officer Trevor appeared, immediately smelling a rat he pursued us in a vehicle he had appropriated. We just make it to the rendezvous in time to get aboard the waiting plane. The camouflage netting was pulled away. Fausta climbed into the cockpit as we placed the limp form of Vunder Voman in the rear before strapping ourselves in. "Hold tight!" Fausta shouted as the engine came to life, lurching forward, the engine whined as she forced it to maximum power and we hurtled down the runway. My stomach lurched as if on a roller coaster as the plane lifted off at a sharp angle.There is loud clunk and whine as the landing gear was raised followed by a sharp bank to the left, peering out I could see the form of Trevor staring up helplessly as we headed away with our precious cargo. Levelling out at a low altitude in an attempt to avoid Amerikan radar that was known to be active Fausta began to pilot us towards home. From my pocket I pulled out a small zipped up bag containing a syringe and a vial of powerful sedative. Fausta's orders were clear our captive was to remain unconscious for the entire flight. I doubted she posed any threat to us, but drew the syringe and injected our beautiful captive all the same.

Once clear of the Amerikan coast the chances of being intercepted dropped considerably, the aircraft climbed to a cruising height as we began the long flight home. Fausta piloted us for the whole journey, helped along with some special pills supplied by our science division, I suspected Benzedrine or something like it. I had used it during the invasion of the low countries, it kept me going for over 3 days without sleep.

As we neared home Fausta broke radio silence and transmitted our security code, this was confirmed and within five minutes two fighters appeared very close either side of the aircraft to escort us to our destination.

We landed about an hour later, the aircraft came to a stop and we are surrounded by trucks, a dozen SS guards awaited menacingly along with a doctor and ambulance crew. Vunder Voman still unconscious and is taken out of the aircraft by stretcher placed in the back of the ambulance the driven off, followed by the truck of grim faced SS guards.

We are taken to a nearby building, given food and coffee then debriefed, I make my report, not daring to mention what happened between myself and Vunder Voman. No. I correct myself. Diana. Diana the Amazon princess. Following the debriefing I am supposed to get some sleep, I find myself unable to do so and take a walk outside, it is a cool night, and for the first time in ages I needed a smoke. My mind continually replaying those words: "I am Diana princess of the Amazons and now—I belong to you." Lost in my thoughts I did not hear her approach.

"Do you mind some company Lieutenant?" I turn to face Fausta, she is dressed in a tight dark sweater and black pants, her blonde hair now loose falls past her shoulders."Benzedrine is a bitch isn't it?" I say opening my cigarette case she nods with a flicker of a smile accepts, taking one and I light it, we both take long slow dregs.  After a moment I can bare it no longer. "Vhat vill happen to her Fraulein? Fausta is silent for a moment, "I know, I should not ask. The mission is over, but this—this is like nothing I have experienced in my 10 years of army service."

"She is now the property of the SS and vill be examined by our best scientists before being interrogated." Fausta finished her cigarette, disposed of it "Come vith me." I followed her across the airfield towards the a large building the SS guard outside the main doors challenged us as we approached then snapped to attention upon scrutinising Fausta's pass. "He is vith me." Fausta said reclaiming her pass. The guard glanced up then saluted "Very goot Fraulein." We entered the airfield medical building to be greeted by a doctor. At Fausta's order he escorted us up a flight of stairs then into a room with a large window overlooking an operating theatre. Figures in surgical gowns hustled about preparing equipment, one looked up upon seeing Fausta reached to a button on the wall activating an intercom. "All is prepared Fraulein." Fausta gave a curt wave, the doctor nodded then issued orders, moments later a surgical trolley was wheeled into the theatre with the now conscious and struggling form of Diana, leather straps held her tightly at her wrists and ankles. The trolley was halted then a doctor in surgical garb and mask turned a few levers on a machine then placed a rubber mask over the struggling woman's mouth and nose, her eyes widened in panic then her struggles began to subside her eyes rolled then she was completely out. The straps were released and her limp form was moved onto the theatre couch. The rubber mask now secured with strap around her head. The doctor clicked the intercom again, "Ve are ready to proceed with the examination Fraulein."

Fausta flicked a switch on the wall and a gave a curt "Proceed doctor."

At this two figures entered, despite being clad in theatre garb it was clear they were nurses, at a wave from the doctor they began to undress Diana, starting with her tiara and bracelets, these were placed in tray. Next came the boots, followed by the red and gold top, revealing those incredible firm breasts, I took a slow deep breath at site of them, then the blue panties came off and she was completely naked. I was suddenly aware Fausta was standing close to me. "She vill not be harmed, she is far to valuable. She vill undergo medical tests in order that ve discover more about her, afterwards I vill interrogate her personally. Then, all her secrets vill be ours."

As I watched, I knew that Fausta was right.

Leaving the medical staff to their business I followed Fausta back to our quarters, the only conversation was that she asked for another cigarette we both smoked and nothing more was said regarding the fate of Vunder Voman. Once back in my room, I ordered some coffee from the steward on duty, he returned with a tray and a telegram from headquarters ordering me to report to Berlin for reassignment.

A knock at my door brought me abruptly out of my thoughts. The two SS guards outside and handed me an SS uniform with written orders from Fausta to put it on and follow them. Once dressed I was given a rifle and headed outside. There was a rush of activity and shouted orders, following my instructions I formed up with the SS guards in the rear of the two ranks. Snapping to attention upon the order of Achtung! Fausta appeared along with SS General, Von Strom. The general saluted the assembled guards, Fausta then gave orders that I couldn't quite make out, the gates of the castle opened, there was a roar of engines a kubelwagen, entered followed by two trucks they came to a halt in the middle of the courtyard. The tail gates o the trucks were lowered shouts followed by SS guards jumped out. Then a slim figure climbed down aided by two female guards, her hands were cuffed in front of her, she wore her red top, panties and boots, but her bracelets and tiara were absent. Chains around her ankles forced her to take short steps. As she walked in front of the assembled ranks she suddenly stopped, then approached, neither of the two female guards attempted to stop her. Peering behind the front rank her eyes met mine, she smiled then said: "You are the one!"

To Be Cont...