One of my favourite episodes of Wonder Woman, as I would have liked it to have been.
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The Alternative: Fausta
Part 6
By
Craig Weston
Von Strom moves beside me, “I believe it is time for you and Vonder Voman to finally become reacquainted,” he whispers placing a hand on my shoulder.
At this Von Strom nods to the female SS guard who leads me out of the room and around the corner to a large wooden door where an equally stern look female SS guard sits, she rises as we approach, reaches for a set of large keys on the wall behind her, unlocks the door, pulls it open then gestures for me to enter.
No sooner do I step inside, the door is shut behind me with a loud creak and the lock engages with an audible click. Glancing back from the door I begin taking in the room, it is fairly well lit, the floor is bare wood, a medium size window in the far wall allows adequate light for the room. A wooden dressing table hugs the wall to my right with large rectangular mirror above it and to my left a large bed.
She stands directly to my front and turns from the mirror to face me, all the while very conscious that we are being observed by Von Strom and Fausta. She remains silent for a moment. “You are the one,” her voice is a soft whisper, the words resonate within me as she reaches out with both arms taking my hands in hers then gently pulls me toward her. “You – are the one.” She whispers once more her words obliterate all awareness or self control.
In moments our mouths find each other, my hands are all over her. All Conscious thought Vanishes except for One. I Vant Her! She is My Voman! My Diana. My Voman.
Never, have I wanted any Voman so much much. Every cell of my being is on fire for her, I have no other desire than to have her. I want her: Mind. Body and Soul. The iron bulge in my trousers 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, my mouth is upon then hungrily, licking, sucking biting. Then the blue bottoms are ripped down and she is only in her boots. My shirt is ripped open the buttons tinkle as they dance on the wooden floor. 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. Her eyes blaze in dark fiery blue, as my belt is tugged hard, then the zip and waist band are released freeing the raging iron rod within. One of her legs hooks around my waist then the other as I slide inside her tight but, so wet is she there is virtually no resistance, except... 添ou are the one,・ she whispers suddenly stiffening and digging her nails into me. 鄭nd... My First!・ The barrier gives way to my thrusts. Her back arches she screams as her Virginity is taken. Her legs lock around me the heels of the boots dig into my back her arms are around my neck as I thrust slow deep strokes to begin with then harder. The thrusts slam into her creating a loud thud thud thud against the wall. She moans in pleasure digging the heels in, finger nails scratch my shoulders, warm liquid trickles down my arms, from the bites and scratches. Her head raises as she whispers over and over in my ear breathlessly “You are the one!”
She moans then bites into my arm as a spasm of pleasure rocks through her, nails dig in. Thud, thud thud pounding like a battering ram. I pull away from the wall shuffle almost comedic like with her onto the bed with my trousers around my ankles. We fall together into the softness of the bedding. pinning her down thrusting like a man possessed driven onwards by those whispered words. “You are the one.”
Everything afterwards is a total blur, I don't recall how my trousers came off or her boots or any sense of time. Only that we are rolling around on the soft bed oblivious to anything or anyone. Only aware of each other and our insatiable need. Next she is on all fours, I grip her hips, I am a man possessed thrusting relentlesslyThud! Thud! Thud! like a battering ram. Grabbing her hair I jerk her head back causing her to cry out. Then I grab her incredible breasts squeezing them hard while continuing to thrust over and over, then the large erect nipples are squeezed between thumb and forefinger, her head jerks up crying out.
Then, I am on my back she is impaled upon my iron cock riding hard her beautiful breasts dancing before me the fingers of both hands tightly interlocked as she throws her head back and whispers “You – are – the – one!” she shudders screams loud coming hard! Everything explodes around me and then...Blackness.
My first sense of consciousness is a splitting headache, and that my entire body is stiff and aches. Opening my eyes I am almost blinded by an incredible brightness. Lifting a hand to shield my eyes is an effort, as I focus my forearm is covered in scratches and dried blood. The brightness is sunlight from the window. Lifting my head is an effort and in trying to sit up, there is a weight upon me. She is lying on top of me totally unconscious. Shaking her shoulder gently she rouses, opens her eyes smiles, then closes her eyes.
“Hey, wake up,” I whisper getting a giggle in reply. Then, her eyes open again and she slowly sits up and glances about, as if unsure of where she is, then turns to me.
“The curse of Hera. It really happened. Last night really happened.”
“Yes. It really happened.”
“Then – All is lost.”
“What is? What do you mean?”
“You're bleeding,” her statement is one of surprise and care. Totally ignoring my question.
“You're not looking so good either,” I reply rising slowly from the bed, my entire body is racked with pain. As she stands I observe that her body is covered in bruises and blood, most of it I suspect is mine. “What did you mean by all is lost?”
Before she can say anything more there is activity and voices outside of the door, with a click of the lock the door opens and Fausta enters along with a female SS guard and female nurse. “You vill come vith me lieutenant,” she states then throws a black robe at me.
Catching it I wince with pain putting it on and fasten the belt. “What about her?” I ask gesturing to Vonder Voman.
“She will be attended to.” At this Fausta nods to the nurse and heads out I follow Fausta out of the room escorted by the female SS guard. Outside Von Strom is waiting. “Outstanding vork lieutenant.” he booms slapping me on the shoulder. “I vill personally inform the Fuhrer that phase 2 of Operation Progeny has been completed. Get some rest, ve vill talk later.” Von Strom then walks away leaving me completely dumbfounded.
“What did the general mean by phase 2 of...”
“Operation Progeny.” Fausta completed my question. “I vill explain everything, but only after you haff been cleaned up.”
Sometime later after a much needed shower, medical check and treatment for the many cuts, scratches and bruises, an injection for any possible infection, some pills for the pain and some fresh clothes, I am back once more in Fausta's office. Coffee is provided by the weaselly looking sergeant, who exits quickly. Fausta pours the coffee indicates for me to sit. Then passes me a red coloured folder, on the front is the Reich Eagle and lettering indicating it is classified under the very highest security rating. At the bottom lettering reads: OPERATION PROGENY
Opening the file I begin reading the pages within and my blood turns cold.
Having successfully carried out Operation Fräulein the capture of the subject known as Vonder Voman, and having confirmed her exceptional abilities and background the Fuhrer has ordered that
Operation Progeny be initiated immediately, with the following goals to be achieved:
Phase 1. The harvesting of eggs from the subject known as Vonder Voman to be fertilised by a specially chosen individual.
The eggs once fertilised are to be implanted into specially selected surrogates for the Reich breeding program.
Phase 2. The subject known as Vonder Voman will be fertilised by a specially chosen individual.
Phase 3. Following further interrogation the exact location of the Vonder Voman's home is to be established.
Phase 4. Invasion of the subject's homeland is to be carried out the with all despatch the inhabitants are to be subjugated and enslaved for the Reich breeding program.
Signed: Adolf Hitler
My hands shook at as I looked up at Fausta.
“Yes lieutenant,” Fausta spoke putting down her coffee cup and taking the folder from my still shaking hands. “For Vonder Voman, You Are indeed ze One. You are also the specially chosen individual. Chosen Personally by the Fuhrer. Und as I told you. You could be the key to total Victory.”
To Be Cont...