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

Apologies for the wait, I was ill over Christmas and am only just catching up.

Thank you to all who have emailed me saying how much you are enjoying this story. I hope you will feel the next parts are worth the wait.

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The Alternative: Fausta

Part 4

By

Craig Weston

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

Her words barely register, there is pounding in my head, a drum like beat, Boom, Boom. Distant but advancing slowly. My fingers begin to dig into the arm rests of armchair gripping it hard. Fausta begins to pace she is talking, trying to explain something to me.

“I'm a scientist...” The rest of her words are drowned out by a surge of volume in the drum beat, advancing slowly Boom, Boom!

“A discovery was made after we captured Vonder Voman. One that in the beginning we didn't think was important. But ve vere vrong. Very vrong!” The drumming subsides, she is still pacing talking, her words sound erratic, the room is beginning to blur and I become very warm.

“Then I realised the ramifications. Experiments had to be carried out to research it, you vere the prime candidate for that research...”

My stomach lurches as the room begins to spin around me, faster and faster her words echo in the distance. “The curse of Hera...” Is all I hear before she is drowned out by the nausea of the spinning and the slowly advancing Boom, Boom!

The room stops spinning with a gut wrenching hard jolt! dizziness, nausea wash over me. A heat rises, from between my legs, white hot throbbing heat. I am so aroused, iron hard. She stands before me her lips moving in slow motion but I hear nothing except the drumming becoming louder Boom, Boom! The white heat runs through my very core, something deep within has been released, a single minded, primal, savage need. I rise slowly from the armchair, she stops talking as I do so then slowly advance towards her, I say nothing.

Her eyes widen in a mixture of surprise, then fear as I approach she holds up both hands trying to ward me off. Grabbing her wrists I propel her back against the wall she hits it with a thud! Pinning her arms against the wall. Her large breasts heave rapidly, her eyes wide, she tries to talk to me.

Nothing registers, I cross her arms wrist against wrist above her head and pin them hard with my left hand she struggles and squirms but is completely helpless in my grip. Buttons fly off in all directions hitting the wooden floor with multiple soft tinkles as I rip open her blouse revealing the creamy soft bra beneath. Her large mounds heave inviting me, calling to me like the song of the siren, Irresistible.

The drum beat is getting closer, louder. Boom, Boom.

“Listen to me...” Her words fade in just audible, breathless. “Listen to me lieutenant, focus on my voice, you're suffering from the curse of Hera!” I have no idea what she is talking about, nor do I care as her voice is drowned out by the drum beat once more. Boom, Boom.

Grabbing her arms I pull her away from the wall and propel her face down on to the bed muffling any cries. Then pull her blouse back roughly over her shoulders and down her arms in deft movement causing her to let out a muffled yelp.

Tearing the blouse into strips, I immediately grab her hair pulling her head back pack some of the material into her mouth  before tying it tight with a large strip gagging and muting her. Then while she struggles tie her wrists tightly behind her back with a large strip of her now mutilated blouse.

She kicks and and bucks in futility as I do so. Once done her skirt is unzipped, the fastener released then yanked down her booted legs. Then she is spun onto her back laid out on the bed in only bra, panties and boots. I remove my clothes slowly as she writhes helpless on the bed, then stand before her naked for a moment enjoying the spectacle.

My cock is so hard, like an iron rod and throbbing, it is on fire, my entire being is a raging furnace. Her eyes wide with fear as she struggles, her boots kick out as I approach, her legs are easily deflected and parted as I slide on the bottom the bed between them. The panties come away with a wild tug at each hip joint, the pathetic piece of material is thrown to the floor. The lips of her shaven slit glisten as my fingers part them, then two enter. Her  eyes widen and she shakes her head, despite all her protests she is very wet, my fingers drip with her juices when I withdraw them, the scent of her juices sweet and musky. Licking my fingers sends a jolt of electrical current through me, the taste and smell of her is incredible she shakes head wildly knowing what is to come. Sliding inside her feels so good, she is tight and so well lubricated for me. She cries out through her gag as I enter her slow, inch by inch, relentless, she takes me deep. I pause for a moment to enjoy the sensation. But am quickly overcome by the primal need. Thrusting slow, looking into her eyes saying nothing, then slowly faster and harder. She moans into the gag, head shaking from side to side. Her large tits jiggle and heave within the white cups of the bra, as I thrust. I bend forward take a shoulder strap of soft material between my teeth and bite through it, spitting out bits. Then bite through the other other strap, before ripping the bra off releasing her large, firm, milky mounds.

I take one into my mouth flicking my tongue on the erect nipple, then biting it then bite the breast. She cries out, then the other, more muffled cries as I feast upon her beautiful tits, sucking, licking, biting. I keep thrusting for a bit, feeling the slow surge between my legs. Withdrawing She is spun onto her front then brought up onto her knees before being pushed forward in the bed. Legs slapped apart I take her from behind, re entering her causing her to cry out again through the gag. Thrusting hard, grabbing her hair tugging it. I am totally lost in the moment now, my only purpose to have her. A need. Dark, primal, savage, as old as time. To take. To possess. To Mate!

The drum beat becomes louder and louder, my entire being resonates to it's rhythm Boom Boom! The heat is now totally consuming me. Thrusting hard like a relentless battering ram until I explode within her, pumping jet after jet of seed.

My entire world implodes afterwards and I fall into a dark abyss.

My first sensation is the cold hard floor, I am face down. Lifting my head a naked Fausta has worked free of her bonds and is removing the gag from from her mouth, spitting out the wad of material. “Guard!” She cries “Guard.” The SS soldier bursts in the room pistol drawn gawps at the naked woman and then at me. “Place him under arrest, now!” she cries pointing to me then grabs a blanket to cover herself.

I barely registered what happened after I came to, shouts, guards bundling me naked out of my quarters. I am given some clothes and placed in a cell, time has no meaning to me, a tray of food and warm coffee in a tin mug is pushed through a hatch in the cell door. I consume all gratefully before falling into a haunted asleep.

Loud footsteps, voices awoke me followed the clanging of my cell door two SS guards grab me then frog march me out of the cell up some stairs, across the court yard to the part of the castle that contains Fausta's office, inside General Von Strom sits at the desk stares at me for a moment before dismissing the guards. They hesitate for a moment glancing me, then to the general. “All is fine gentlemen. Thank you. Please wait outside” His voice is soft and reassuring, the two guards glance at me then once more at the general. They salute and leave, my eyes follow them as they pass the desk, the general's pistol lies on top just by his right hand, I remain at attention.

“At ease lieutenant,” his voice is soft. “Please be seated,” as he speaks he presses a button on the desk the door opens to permit the weaselly looking sergeant.

“Send in Frauline Grables please Hans.” The sergeant snaps his heels together and leaves, shortly afterwards Fausta enters dressed in a dark coloured blouse, skirt and signature black boots, she makes no eye contact with me but snaps to attention before the general. “I am pleased to see you Frauline, I trust you are recovered?”

“I am general, thank you.” She replies with a smile.

“Very well, then we had best begin. Lieutenant?” I spring to my feet. “I require you to account for your actions in attacking Frauline Grables.”

I look from the general to Fausta, then back to the general. “I regret sir, as crazy as this may sound; I truly unable to do so.”

Von Strom stands and turns to Fausta. “The curse of Hera?”

“Yes general, it was indeed the curse of Hera.”

“I see. I trust you have taken the antidote Frauline?”

Fausta nods, “Yes general some hours ago and the tests confirm I am negative.”

“Very good. And I take it the lieutenant is clear also?”

“Yes, general, the effects dissipate very quickly afterwards for men, the lieutenant is clear.”

Von Strom nods. “Very good,” then picks up his pistol from the desk, places it in the leather holster at his left hip snapping the flap with a click. “I warned you Frauline that something like this might happen, should you persist with exposing yourself and the lieutenant to it.”

“You did general,” Fausta replies. “You were quite right, continued exposure by myself and the lieutenant was risky, I did not factor in the possible cumulative effects upon him. I accept full responsibility.”

“Very well Frauline.” Von Strom turns to me “My apologies to you lieutenant, you have been put through the proverbial grinder of late but the need was great. However, in light of this recent incident I have put a stop on things. For the moment.”

The 'For the moment' is not lost on me.

“If I may general. I respectfully request an explanation. What is this all this about?” I restrain myself in front of Von Strom. I want to so much to demand 'What the hell is going on? What have you been doing to me? Why all these crazy games? What possessed me to attack Frauline Grables?'

So many questions. Yet my military training, as well my deep respect for Von Strom prevents me from doing so.

Von Strom regards me for a moment as if choosing his next words. “Of course lieutenant, you are quite correct. An explanation is long is overdue. Please follow me, Frauline would you accompany me also.”

We follow the general out of the office, two SS guards immediately follow us at the rear as we exited outside and cross the court yard towards the furthest part of the castle, through a large wooded door leading into a tower. A female SS guard snaps to attention as Von Strom approaches then opens a small wooded door in the wall. Von Strom leads us through into a small room with a small dim bulb in the ceiling and a large window to the front of us that looked onto a large room containing a bed, bedside cabinet and an arm chair. A lone female figure paces slowly about dressed in a red and gold trimmed bustier, blue pants and red boots, seemingly unaware of our presence.

It vas her. It vas Vonder Voman!

To be cont...