The Wonder bait




It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Her information seemed reliable. Nazi
spies were using the run-down old warehouse building down by the docks as a
base. They wouldn't be expecting a visit from Wonder Girl! She was going to
round up those Abwehr agents and prove to Diana, the FBI, and everyone else
that Wonder Girl was just as good as Wonder Woman!

But it had all been a big, elaborate lie. They were waiting for her, and as
she crept through the darkened warehouse the trap was sprung. A heavy net fell
from the ceiling and landed on her, staggering her and tangling her up. From
nowhere a female Abwehr agent tackled her. Then another sprang upon her, and
another. Tangled as she was in the net she was easy for the helferin to pin
down. One of the "grey mice" produced a rag soaked with chloroform and pressed
it over her face. Wonder Girl struggled valiantly, but after a minute or two
of fruitless writhing she descended into darkness.

Wonder Girl woke in someone's lap, her head aching, her chin against her
chest. As she began to gain focus she noticed that she still had on her belt,
lasso, and bracelets and she felt a spark of hope. With her power items still
on she had a fighting chance. Then she felt the prick in her thigh and lolled
her head over just in time to see the syringe being withdrawn. Almost
immediately her head began to swim and she felt incredibly weak and confused.
A hand cupped her chin and lifted her head up and she found herself staring
into the face of none other than Fausta Grables, the "Nazi Wonder Woman."
Fausta stood the dazed Wonder Girl up and walked her around to the side of the
chair, one hand gripping the heroine's arm and another on her hip. She bent
Drusilla over, and that's when Wonder Girl noticed the riding crop....

"Do you know who I am?" Fausta asked as she swung the crop for the first time.

"YES!" Wonder Girl yelped as the crop smacked her rear.

"Has your sister told you about me?" Fausta queried.

"A....little," Dru gasped as the crop once again impacted with the back of her
thighs. "She said you're a sick woman!"

This elicited a laugh from Fausta and another hard smack. "She would know,"
the Nazi said. "Your sister and I, we have a....relationship. Now you and I
will also have a relationship....of sorts."

Wonder Girl cried out as the crop struck home again. It was all she could do
to stay on her feet. The room seemed to be rocking and spinning, but even in
her benumbed state the pounding of the crop was excruciating. Dru began to
cry, then she began to beg. It dawned on her that Fausta had left her belt of
power on to prove a point: it doesn't matter that you're Wonder Girl. I can
still control you.

Fausta delivered several more blows after Wonder Girl began to plead for
mercy, then left the quivering girl hanging over the chair for a moment. She
returned with four metal cuffs, and soon the helpless heroine found herself on
her knees with her wrists and ankles chained to an eyelet on the floor. The
way Fausta's eyes wandered over her sent a chill down Drusilla's spine.

"You know your sister has told me about you, too, Wonder Girl. How wonderful
you are, how sweet and strong and brave. How one day you will be the greatest
of all the Amazons," Fausta laughed, settling into the chair. "It must be nice
to have such a sister," she added, "although she's clearly not much of a judge
of talent."

Dru blushed. She knew Diana loved her but thought her sister considered her
nothing more than a hassle; someone who wasn't ready, who she had to watch
over. She never realized that Diana thought so highly of her. Her heart sank.
She'd never had anything to prove at all, and now here she was a helpless
prisoner in the grasp of their most dangerous enemy, and Wonder Woman had no
idea she was even gone. "Wh...why did you....do this....to me?" the aching
girl stammered. "My sis...sister will come f...for you, then you'll
be...sorry!"

"I am counting on it. Do you really think we would have wasted the time and
resources to lure you here just to capture YOU, little girl?" Fausta scoffed.
"You are the bait on the hook. We need only dangle you and Wonder Woman will
fall right into our hands...."

"You'll never get away with this!" Drusilla slurred drunkenly, the drugs still
coursing through her veins.

"Of course I will," Fausta smiled, leering down at her chained captive. "We
both know that Wonder Woman would never just leave her sweet little sister in
my clutches. If I demanded it she would give herself to me just to save you; a
bargain so good I might even keep my end of it."

"Oh Diana, what have I done?" Dru thought. "Wh...what are you going to do with
me now?" she asked Fausta.

"The Fuhrer has ordered me to deliver Wonder Woman to him, but he said nothing
about you. You are just a means to an end," Fausta said coldly. "You, I think
I will keep for myself."

"K...keep?" Wonder Girl asked, the hair on the back of her neck standing on
end.

Fausta smiled. For the next hour she told Drusilla the things she had done to
Wonder Woman during the month she had held her captive. Things that shocked,
terrified, and--to Dru's shame--excited her. She wrapped it up with a simple,
"Yes, Wonder Girl, from now on you belong to me."

Fausta then clapped her hands and the three helferin from before entered the
room. Two of them were carrying several manacles, chains and a thick panel
gag. The third had a camera.

Wonder Woman took another long look at the picture and then turned it over
again and read the note scrawled on the back.

"Dear Wonder Woman,

How do you like my new toy? I am very much enjoying playing with her as you
read this, and you know the kinds of games I like to play. If you want her
back you will come to the warehouse district after midnight tonight and you
will come alone. If you are the good, submissive girl that I know you can be
your sister, at least, might escape this unscathed. You, I'm afraid, will have
to give yourself to us in trade. As you know very well what I am capable of I
expect nothing less than your full cooperation. I must say I am finding
Drusilla as exhilarating as I found you...and even more flexible. If you
decide to leave her to me I shan't be at all disappointed.

*signed*

Your once and future owner,

Fausta Grables"

Wonder Woman flipped the picture back over. The fear in Wonder Girl's eyes was
palpable, and Diana knew full well what Fausta was doing to her. Her eyes
began to fill up with tears. "Oh Dru," she sighed. If she surrendered to
Fausta she knew it was unlikely that either she or Dru would ever be seen
outside a Nazi prison, or Fausta's boudoir, again. But if she didn't
surrender...