Fausta Gets a New Toy for Her Pet http://curia-dd.deviantart.com/art/Fausta-Gets-a-New-Toy-for-Her-Pet-for-B69Co mics-462014849 * The battle had been one-sided, to be sure. The Nazi spy, Fausta, had lured Wonder Woman to an abandoned alley with a fake distress call, knowing that the mighty Amazon Princess was not only duty-bound to help, but couldn't resist the opportunity to save one of her sisters from peril. Wonder Woman spied her enemy the moment she turned the corner. "Fausta! I thought I took care of you years ago!" "Vell, you know vat they say, you can't keep a good villain down," Fausta shouted back. She turned to her black-clad minions standing around her. "Vell don't just stand there, get her!" The dozen or so henchmen all rushed towards the Amazing Amazon, but one by one, they fell to the ground, none of them even close to matching Wonder Woman's superhuman strength and speed. In a span of only ten minutes, they were all defeated. With a smile on her face, Wonder Woman marched towards Fausta. "Give it up! Your minions are all beaten. Surrender now, unless you'd like to feel the same pain!" Wonder Woman stood before her foe confidently, hands on hips, triumphant. "Oh please, don't hurt me," Fausta cowered before her, a panicked look on her face, her hands together, knees bent, in a begging pose. "You were no match for me before, Fausta, what made you think you were a m-MMMMM!" Wonder Woman's eyes widened suddenly as a chloroform-soaked rag was pressed over her nose and mouth from behind. "Foolish girl. You thought you beat all my minions, but you missed one." Fausta stood up, grinning as her minion held the cloth tight over the struggling Wonder Woman's face. "I have been dreaming and scheming for this day ever since our last encounter. Your overconfidence vas your downfall, and now, you are mine!" Wonder Woman struggled, but she was no match for the powerful drug, and as her eyes got heavy, her struggling slowed. "Sweet dreams, Vonder Voman," Fausta chuckled, as Wonder Woman slumped to the ground, unconscious. Fausta helped the minion closest to her back to his feet, then stepped over to Wonder Woman's body. She was lying on her back, breathing gently, but out cold. Fausta stripped her of her belt first, and then her lasso. Then, she turned to the minion who had knocked Wonder Woman out. "Get the hand cart and secure her to it. I have plans for my newest pet." Wonder Woman, having been knocked out, was quite oblivious to what was being done to her; she was gagged with a Nazi scarf, then her body was cuffed to the rolling cart by her wrists and knees, and a collar was locked around her neck. When she finally came to, Wonder Woman knew she wasn't in the same place as before...there was much more light. She felt so weak, and realized that both her lasso and belt had been stripped from her, leaving her powerless. The rest of her costume, including her boots, was still on her. She tried to get up, but she found that she couldn't, and as she looked around in a panic, she saw why: her wrists were chained to some sort of spreader bar, and her ankles were similarly connected. She was on her knees, and she couldn't pull her arms up - there was a chain between the two spreader bars. "Hera," she mumbled weakly, "help me..." "Ah, my pet," Fausta laughed, as she approached. In her left hand was some strange object that Wonder Woman had never seen before. Fausta stood before Wonder Woman's kneeling form, and placed the object's base on the ground next to her. With her right hand, she reached down and lifted the defeated, beaten, and humiliated Amazon's chin with ease. "You belong to me now. I have made you veak, and soon, you vill only desire to serve me and obey my every command." "No," Wonder Woman gasped, "I will never..." Fausta patted the strange object next to her. "My new toy says othervise. By the time it is finished vith you, you vill be broken, your mind vill be turned to mush, and you vill be my loyal and beautiful pet." Wonder Woman looked up into her captor's eyes. For the first time in her career, she felt real fear; she felt that she might never escape the predicament she found herself in...