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 8
By
Craig Weston
Glancing around I observe on the vall vas a security map of the surrounding area, part of it was shaded red, denoting an area of high resistance activity. “Of course! Ve vill get Vonder Voman out of here tonight und take her to zer resistance. They vill be able to contact ze allies und arrange to get her back to Amerika, und safety.”
“Zat is insane! Ze resistance vill kill us.”
“If you have a better plan Frauline then I would like to hear it.” Fausta shook her head. “Then pack some civilian clothes, ve haff vork to do. But first!” I say and hold up the journal. “Zis must be destroyed, completely.” Fausta leads me to some stairs that take us down beneath laboratory, where a small fire is well alight to heat that section of the castle. The pages are torn out and placed into the fire until everything is completely consumed and only ash, nothing remains. Afterwards ve move quickly to put my somewhat incomplete plan into operation. There vas so much that could go wrong.
“How many guards does Vonder Voman have?”
“Zer are two at any vone time. Female SS, the vones you saw, zey are tough and very vell trained and vill need to be be neutralised.” Fausta replies, producing a pistol from a drawer along with a silencer. “Ve cannot take any chances.”
“No,” I say taking ze pistol off her. “Zer vill be no killing Frauline. Ve need to incapacitate them, vhat do you have?”
Fausta, starred at me for a moment, then nods “As you vish.” She valks over to a cabinet opens the door and with a smile lifts up a medium sized brown bottle. “Zis vill do. You remember?” The label reads 'Chloroform.' “I remember – very vell.” She vhispers, her voice becomes a husky whisper, her large breasts heave, her eyes become distant for a moment. Then she glances at the wall clock und steps towards me holding ze bottle in front of her. “Ve have some time before – ve do, vhat, ve must do. Ve haff a little over 4 hours,” she whispers handing me the bottle and a gauze pad. Then takes my hand and leads me out of the laboratory into a side room with a small bed in it. “I use this vhen I am vorking late und I know you vanted to take me vhen ve recreated ze vonder voman capture. You vanted me so much. You ver so aroused. Do it now – do it.”
Under any other circumstances this vould haff seemed crazy, but somehow, at zis moment it didn't. There vas no guarantee ve vould survive our attempt to free vonder voman or get away, let alone contact ze resistance! If I was to die, then I thought vhat the hell!
I poured some chloroform onto the gauze pad then grab Fausta from behind und clamp the pad hard over her mouth and nose. The violence of my move clearly surprises her. I am instantly hard und rub myself against her firm backside. “You are quite correct Frauline,” I whisper. “I did vant to fuck you under ze stage, vhat red blooded man vould not! I do not need Ze Curse of Hera to Vant Zat!”
She struggles wildly, as my free hand gropes one of her large breasts under her lab coat then the other. Lifting the gauze pad away I allow her to breathe normally for a few moments.
“You vant – you vant to fuck me. To Punish me. To rape me! As a man vith no curse of Hera!” Fausta whispers breathlessly.
“Yes Frauline Grables, I vant – that! I vant to force you,” I whisper. Then clamp the chloroform back. “Und I vant to punish you for making me your lab rat und putting me through all your crazed tests und deceptions.”
She struggles wildly for a few moments then with a soft moan begins to go limp, I remove the pad scoop her up in my arms and lay her on the small bed. Fausta moans in a drugged twilight state, unable to put up any resistance, but aware of vhat vas happening. Her eyes flicker and roll constantly trying to focus.
My actions are not that of a possessed primitive man. I am completely aware, and in complete control of vhat I am doing. Sitting her up I slip the lab coat off her semi limp form, she moans as it slips off arms and is deposited on the floor. Then I remove her, black boots, admiring her long smooth skinned powerful legs, sexy ankles und feet. Then unfasten ze cream blouse revealing ze white silk bra beneath. Her large breasts slowly rise and fall in front of me. Both blouse and bra join ze lab coat along with her skirt und panties.
Fausta is indeed a beautiful voman, a body any true man vould lust for. Her eyes flicker as she stares up at me, those beautiful green but glassy eyes, large breasts heave “I know you vant me, you haff alvays vanted Fausta,” she whispers.
“Yes, I haff Frauline, I haff alvays vanted to you.” I vant her so much I pin her to ze bed, there is no resistance as I enter her, she is vet and tight, thrusting she begins to moan und gasp. Then I have her up on all fours, pounding her so hard my ball bag slaps against her. She starts to shake as the orgasm slowly builds within her. I grab her long blonde hair with a sharp jerk causing her to cry out, thrusting harder. Then as the orgasm hits, she starts to cry out – I clamp the chloroform pad over her mouth and nose as she shakes, then remove the pad as I explode within her, then clamp it back und slowly she passes out. I nap for about an hour before slowly rising und getting dressed. She stirs an hour later still woozy, weak und unsteady on her feet. Some cold air, smelling salts and strong coffee later, Fausta is fully awake und gets dressed.
Ve do not speak of vhat had taken place, zere vas nothing to be said. Ve both knew that ve may not survive ze night. A quick glance at ze clock, 45 minutes to go, ve ensured ve had everything ve vould need.
It is 21.20 hours vhen ve valk across the courtyard to Vonder Voman's cell, Fausta tells me that the guards change every 8 hours, the new shift has not long changed, giving us a good window of time before any alarm might be raised, providing all goes to plan. Fausta leads the way entering the main door to the tower und encountering the first female SS guard. She is tall, stern looking and statuesque, yet quite attractive, her dark hair is short yet feminine, her brown eyes, hard and inquisitive.
“I am here to see ze prisoner,” Fausta states with authority, showing her pass. The female guard snaps to attention.
“Zis is somewhat irregular Frauline Grables, at zis hour. Ze prisoner is due to be transferred.”
Fausta visibly bristles. “I am quite avare of zat Sergeant. I am here on ze orders of general Von Strom, you are free to check with ze general if you vish.” Fausta replies ze challenge being very clear.
“No zat vill not be necessary Frauline, I do not vish to disturb ze general at zis hour. I vill conduct you to ze prisoner.” As the guard turns to lead the way Fausta is upon her clamping a large chloroform soaked pad over her mouth and nose. The guard's eyes widen in surprise at the attack and her hands come up desperately trying to prise Fausta's arm away. I am on the guard in a moment holding her wrists as Fausta jerks her back off balance to prevent her kicking out still smothering the attractive guard with the drug soaked pad. The guard makes many vocal protests, muffled by the pad but still a little loud. Slowly her eyes begin to roll, her struggles lessens und Fausta slowly lowers her to the floor, checks her eyes and breathing before giving me a nod.
“Anya? Anya is everything alright?” Comes the voice of the second guard, then footsteps, slow, cautious footsteps a shadow appears on the wall advancing up the passage way towards us with the tell tale form of a drawn pistol. “Anya?” comes the voice with a tinge of uncertainty. I stand with my back against the wall as the barrel of the pistol appears at, followed by the wrist. “I am here to see ze prisoner.” Fausta declares to the bewildered guard, who glances down to see her unconscious comrade. I chop the guards wrist and the pistol drops to the floor with a clatter, then follow up with a palm strike to the guards chin, her head snaps back and she crumples to ze floor. I recover her pistol then hook my hands under her arms und drag her back down the passage beside the door to the cell. Fausta meanwhile is busy tying up the first guard tightly und gagging her as ve had planned.
Grabbing the keys I unlock the door and enter to find Vonder Voman in the arm chair, she rises as I enter dragging the unconscious guard inside, like her colleague she too is statuesque but a short haired blonde with a curvy form. “I don't have time to explain, put her uniform on and hurry,” I instruct her before I return down the passage to Fausta and we carry the first guard down into the cell. Vonder Voman does as instructed and is soon in the uniform as I finish tying up and gagging the second guard just as Fausta did, then tie chloroform soaked pads over mouth and nose of both guards to ensure they stay unconscious.
“What is going on?” Vonder Voman demands now dressed in the guard's uniform, staring at Fausta then to me. “What is she doing here?”
“I don't have time to explain, except to say ve are getting you out of here and back to Amerika,” she makes to reply but I hold my hand up. “You vill have to trust us. Now ve must go.” I make to move and her hand is on my wrist.
“I trust you. You – are the one. But – I do not trust her!”
“Fair enough, but I do – and right now, it is she who vill get us out of here.” I nod to Fausta who checks the uniform to ensure that Vonder Voman looks the part. Her costume und boots are placed in small bag, then she follows us out of the cell. Fausta locks the door of the cell and ve head out in to the cold dark night and move quickly across the courtyard towards the vehicles. Fausta climbs into the back of the open top car and motions Vonder Voman to passenger seat, “Say nossing I vill do ze talking. Captain you vill drive.” I start the engine then accelerate slowly towards the main gate, two SS guards come to attention at sight of Fausta. “I am on important business for ze general, Fausta declares opening her pass. Ze captain has kindly agreed to escort my assistant and myself.”
The SS guard glances at the offered pass then to me and raises an eyebrow. “Very good Frauline,” the guard snaps to attention, the gate is opened and I drive the car slowly out of the gate way, across the drawbridge and onto the road.
“Go right,” Fausta hisses. I do so and accelerate into the night.
To be con...