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

The Alternative: Fausta

Part 3

By

Craig Weston

 "You are the one!" Her words echoed in my mind as I was marched off the parade ground to another part of the castle by two SS guards. Relieved of the rifle, and now wearing only shirt, trousers and boots I was escorted outside of a large wooden door where a female SS guard stood. She was surprisingly tall at a little over six feet, statuesque in build, clad in a grey jacket, skirt and cap, white blouse and black tie with the SS symbol upon the lapels of her jacket and black boots that came just below the knee. A standard issue automatic pistol in a black leather holster on her right hip, completed her quite intimidating appearance. As we approached she snapped to attention with a "Heil Hitler!" Then without any explanation she reaches for a set of large keys on the wall behind her unlocks the door, pulls it open then gestures for me to enter. I glance from the female guard to the two standing behind me me, expecting some form of explanation, receiving none I step inside. No sooner do I enter the room the door is pulled shut with a loud bang and the scrape of the lock being engaged.

Glancing back from the door I begin taking in the room, it is dimly lit leaving most of it in darkness and shadow the floor is bare wood, a small window in the far wall lets in a small amount of light but not enough to provide adequate for the room. A wooden dressing table hugs the wall to my right with a mirror above it and to my left a large old fashioned four poster bed. As my eyes begin to slowly adjust there is movement on the bed, slow cautious movement, a figure sits up slowly, then without a word the figure stands, stepping forward silently from the shadows. The tip of a red boot with a white strip in the middle is the first thing I observe followed by the red top and gold as her form materialised out of the darkness. She stands silently the shadow obscuring her face. "You are the one." Those whispered words resonated within me as she reaches out from the dark with both arms taking my hands in hers then gently pulls me into the darkness.

In moments our mouths find each other, my hands are all over her. All conscious thought vanishes except one. I want her. She is My Woman! Never, have I wanted any woman so much much. Every cell of my being is on fire for her, I have no other desire my only imperative is to have her. The iron bulge in my trousers is strains to be free. The zip of her bustier is the first to go her top falls to the floor allowing access to those incredible breasts, then the blue bottoms are slipped down and she is naked but for her boots. My shirt is ripped open the buttons hitting the floor like a burst of machine gun fire. The shirt is yanked back exposing my shoulder, she kisses my neck then takes a bite into the top of my shoulder as I shove her against the stone wall. One of her hooks around my waist then the other as I slide inside her so wet is she there is no resistance.  Her legs lock around me the heels of the boots dig into my back as I thrust slow deep strokes to begin with then harder. The thrusts slam into her creating a loud thud thud thud. She does not speak only moans in pleasure digging the heels in, finger nails scratching my shoulders, warm liquid trickles down my arms, from the bites and scratches. Her head raises moans then she bites into my arm as a spasm of pleasure rocks through her, nails dig in. Thud, thud thud.

 Next she is on all fours, gripping her hips I am a man possessed Thud! Thud! Thud! like a battering ram. Then grabbing her incredible breasts squeezing them, then the large erect nipples squeezed between thumb and forefinger, her head jerks up crying out, as she shudders screams coming hard! I explode shortly after pumping every drop of cum deep within her.

We collapse onto the floor sweat trickles my down face and chest I can barely move, time has lost all meaning, even turning my head to gaze at the site of her rapidly heaving chest is an effort.

"Ze Goot" My ears prick up. "Ze Goot!" Followed by deep gasps.

It takes real effort as I stagger to my feet my mind racing. She rises slowly from the floor,  there is an audible click and the room is bathed in bright light, she stands before me naked, with a sheen of sweat and dark hair blue eyes but — it is not her! It is not Vunder Voman. She stares at me for a moment in silence then grabs at her hair and removes what is clearly a dark haired wig, her long blonde hair now free falls around her shoulders. 'Fausta!'

Before I can utter a word there is a loud scraping in the lock of the room door it opens to allow General Von Strom and two female SS guards to enter. He glances from me to Fausta. "It went well Fraulein?" Von Strom enquires.

"It vent Exceptionally well general. Exceptionally well." Fausta replied standing naked, while casually removing the blue contact lenses from her eyes, I remain silent unable to speak as a hot surge flowed within, balling my hands into fists. "The experiment vas a complete success." Fausta declared.

"Excellent! I shall personally inform the Fuhrer," Von Strom declared. Then walked out.

Fausta wrapped a sheet around her, glanced at me, then was escorted away by the two female SS guards leaving me alone completely perplexed as to what had just transpired. Gathering my wits I got dressed and was met outside the room by two SS guards who escorted me back to my quarters. I showered, then took breakfast served by the ever efficient weaselly looking sergeant.

Shortly after, I was informed that I was to remain in my quarters, general Von Strom's orders. The SS guard outside my room ensured I followed those orders. I sat in the big green armchair in the corner of my room reading, at some point I must of dozed off as I awoke with a start to voices outside of my door, the voices grew louder, one a male, clearly my guard, the other... The other was female and very insistent, a glance at the clock indicated I'd been asleep almost 3 hours.

The door swung open, Fausta marches in followed the SS guard behind her for a moment ready to protest, a silent furious glare from her forces him to retreat closing the door as he did so. Fausta stands before me her blonde hair loose down to her shoulders, her large breasts heave within the tight clingy white blouse, the top buttons unfastened displaying a generous cleavage. The short black skirt hugged her hips and the black boots coming just below the knee create a illusion of incredible beauty and eroticism. Her green eyes stare at me as I remain seated, my heart is already beginning to race at the mere sight of her, anger flashes through me, as well as something else. Something silent, yet undeniably familiar slowly surging.

"Vhat can I do for you Frauline?" My tone one of sarcasm. The something surge is building within, a bulge  rises within my trousers. She turns the bulge having gone unnoticed by her, my fingers grip the arms of the chair as the surge gains momentum, Fausta starts to pace the room.

"I vant..." She pauses then turns to face me. "I vant to explain vhat took place earlier... But I am not sure I am able."

"Not sure you are able! Not sure you are able explain to your lab rat about your crazed experiments. That is vhat I have been since arriving here isn't Fraulein? A lab rat, first with those warped capture of Vonder Voman recreations, then...Vhatever... That was earlier!"

"Ja, you vere just a lab rat," her green eyes blaze with anger. "At first."

"Vhat exactly does that mean Frauline?"

"It means lieutenant that as of now, You could be the key to total victory."

To Be Cont...