Fausta's Treat




"Diana! Schatzi! Why do you pretend to struggle? You're no fool; the clues
that led you here practically screamed 'it's a trap set by Fausta to abduct
you!' And yet knowing this, you still came. So it is fair to assume, then,
that you wanted to fall into my clutches yet again, ja?" Fausta said with a
laugh as she grabbed the surprised Amazon from behind and clamped a cloth
soaked in chloroform over her face.

"You know it always ends this way liebchen. You and I in a darkened room. Your
pathetic writhing and soft mewling as I drug you into submission," Fausta
continued, her voice a strange mixture of fondness and contempt. "Yet you
persist, Wonder Woman, at falling into my traps again and again."

Wonder Woman tugged at the arm holding the cloying anesthetic rag, but Fausta
was nearly as strong as she was and her mind was already reeling from the
drug. "MMmmmmmph!" she squealed, having been down this road before and knowing
she was quickly running out of time.

"I'm afraid the Americans will have to win the war without you from now on,
liebchen. I've been missing you, and it appears you've been missing me, too."
Fausta went on. "As much fun as letting you escape just so I can recapture you
has been, I'm afraid this time I'll be keeping you for good," she said as she
felt Wonder Woman's struggles begin to subside.

Diana's limbs felt so heavy. It was everything she could do just to hold onto
Fausta's wrists. Her eyelids fluttered and her arms dropped to her side. Her
legs felt rubbery and she could feel her knees beginning to give way.

"That's it, princess, just go to sleep. You know I know all your weaknesses
and there is no escape. Soon you and I will be playing our little games again.
You know how much I like the way you pretend to hate them...."

It seemed to take an eternity, but the chloroform worked quickly. Within a
minute Diana's struggles had ceased except for some soft moaning and gentle
writhing. Another thirty seconds and Wonder Woman's knees gave out and she
melted into her abductor's arms.

Fausta scooped the dazed Amazon up and cradled her, Diana teetering on the
brink of consciousness as the "Nazi Wonder Woman" carried her out of the
building and towards a big, olive drab Ford Fordor sedan with a large white
star painted on the back door and "US ARMY" stenciled on the bumper. The trunk
was already open, and stuffed inside were two sleeping women who had been
stripped down to their unmentionables, tightly bound, with drugged gauze pads
tied over their faces with bandanas.

A woman stood by the trunk in a US Army WAAC uniform with corporal's stripes
and a Military District of Washington patch on the sleeve. In one hand she
held a set of WAAC pinks and greens on a hanger, captain's tracks on the
shoulders glistening silver in the fading sunlight. The corporal dangled the
hanger casually from her hand, reaching up to open the trunk to its full
height with the other. "The OSS agents you requested, Fraulein Oberfuhrer,"
the tall brunette said with a grin, gesturing towards the open boot with her
head. "They never saw it coming. And as an added bonus, they came with their
own car."

"Excellent work, as always, Uta!" Fausta smiled in return. "And just as
importantly, I see you have my uniform!" she exclaimed, laying Wonder Woman in
the trunk next to the other two women. "Captain is a bit of a demotion,
though," she said, giving a little fake frown and then grinning again.

"I take it our uber-slave gave you no difficulties?" Uta asked.

"No, our little Diana is as gentle as a lamb once she gets a whiff of
anesthetic," Fausta laughed, removing Wonder Woman's belt and tiara. Diana
gave out a heavy sigh and weakly raised her arms in an attempt to swat Fausta
away as the fraulein removed her bracelets, but to no avail.

Fausta then stood up, removed the Lasso of Truth from Wonder Woman's belt, and
turned to Uta. "I didn't get her fully out and she's starting to stir. Give
her another dose of chloroform and bind her like the others while I change,"
she said, taking the American uniform from Uta and giving her the lasso in
return. "Use this."

"Ja wohl, Fraulein Oberfuhrer," Uta said, smiling broadly. "Oh, and you never
did tell me, Fausta, are we snatching her this time for business, or
pleasure?"

Fausta laughed as she began loosening her necktie and turned back towards the
building to change. "Oh schatzi, does it matter? You know with the Amazon and
her precious little sister that it's always pleasure, even when it's
business......"

"Really, Diana, why do you struggle so? You have no magic belt, you've been
bound by a mortal....you know it's pointless. You're just going to get
yourself tired before we get to the *real* fun. And besides, how many times
have we done this before?" Fausta asked as she slipped three fingers under the
bottom of Wonder Woman's bustier, curled the nails inside the waistband of the
Amazon's star-spangled shorts, and dragged them halfway down her left hip.

Wonder Woman whimpered and turned her head away, but cut her eyes back and
looked into Fausta's with...what was it? Fear? Submission? Defiance? Desire? A
mixture of all of them? "Pweaf dow-unf tay em awf" she pleaded.

Fausta returned Diana's gaze for a minute and then chuckled. "Ok then,
darling, I will leave them on...for now. But you know how much I love those
patriotic little panties of yours. They're definitely getting stuffed in your
mouth before the night is over."

Wonder Woman's eyes went wide and she shook her head. "Ewe khwazheee!" she
said, her words muffled by the big red rubber ball in her mouth.

Fausta rolled her eyes, "Please, I know how much you enjoy the good girl
routine but I've had you as a prisoner, what, half a dozen times now? I know
you're not an innocent little princess, schatzi. Within a week you'll be
begging me 'tie me like this' and 'dress me like that' and 'please don't leave
me alone tonight!' Really, Diana, you're the naughtiest, most submissive
captive I've ever had."

Wonder Woman crinkled her nose slightly and gave Fausta a glare, then sighed
and hung her head slightly.

Fausta leaned up against Wonder Woman and caressed her cheek and stroked her
hair. "Oh, Diana, you shouldn't feel guilty. Your whole Amazon culture is
built upon chasing each other around, sparring, then binding the loser to show
who is the dominant warrior. It's only natural that some of you
would--secretly, of course--enjoy losing at least as much as you enjoy
winning, ja?"

Wonder Woman continued to frown and look away but she nodded very slightly and
pressed her cheek into Fausta's hand.

"That's my good girl," Fausta said, standing upright once more. She reached
down with one hand and grabbed the other side of Wonder Woman's shorts and
reached up with the other, one finger extended. She playfully wiggled it for
Diana to see and then curled it inside the top of her bustier and gave it a
little tug. "Now let's remove this awful clothing. I swear you're covered up
like a Mohammedan," she grinned. "We're in Argentina now, it's too hot for you
to dress like a prude."

Wonder Woman's eyes went wide and she shook her head again.
"Arr...hen...ee....uh?" she mumbled incredulously. She felt a slight wave of
relief; she could be in Germany, instead.

"Yes liebchen, Arr-hen-ee-uh. I have a villa here. You've been unconscious for
most of the last week while I shipped you down here. First by rail to Miami,
then a tramp steamer to Havana, and another to here. You're in my paradise
now, darling. And you're here to stay....."