Wonder Woman: Inevitable




Chapter 1: 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her head over just in time to see the syringe being withdrawn.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...."

Chapter 2: Inevitable

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...

Wonder Woman her wrists were bound criss crossed behind her back and tied
expertly with rope. More rope was looped above and below her breasts, making
them stick out more while keeping her arms pinned to her sides. With a smile
Fausta held Wonder Woman by her arm while she triumphantly marched her captive
through the facility.

"Und zo you zee, Vunder Voman, zis outcome vas....inevitable," Fausta said,
then cleared her throat and continued in almost perfect, accent-free English,
"Once I caught your little sister I knew that you would come to save her. Then
it simply became a chess match, and you--how is it you Americans say?--were
playing checkers. All that sneaking about, disabling my agents, only to give
in when you found me with my Luger to her head. So here we are, the two
strongest women in the world, but even though you are physically more powerful
you will always be number two, Diana. Your weakness is predictability, and you
are predictable because you are too soft-hearted. Perhaps I would have pulled
the trigger, perhaps not. Perhaps you would have stopped me. Either way you
would have at least had a chance to defeat me and you would possibly still be
free. Now you are both my prisoners, and the only freedom you will experience
henceforth will be the freedom that comes with submission."

"What have you done with her, Fausta? If you've harmed her I'll, I'll...."
Wonder Woman sputtered in anger and frustration.

"You'll be a good girl and do exactly what you're told. Spare us both the
useless bravado, Wonder Woman. You've been here before. You know you won't be
doing anything I don't want you to. Besides, I've grown quite fond of
Drusilla. She and I had some lovely experiences while we waited for you to
show up. Well, lovely for me, anyway. I think she may still be in a state of
shock."

Wonder Woman bit her lower lip and got a little chill down her spine as she
thought about the last time she was Fausta's prisoner. "Look, just...just tell
me you won't hurt Dru. And you've got me now, you don't....you don't have to
do those kinds of things to her."

Fausta smiled as she escorted Wonder Woman through the facility. "Have you
ever considered, Diana, that your sister might like 'those kinds of things' as
much as you do? She's not a child, you know. You come from an island inhabited
by physically perfect women who chase each other around in togas wrestling and
playing bondage games. Just how innocent do you think she really is?"

Diana frowned, realizing that line of discussion was going nowhere. She
decided to try a new tack. "Speaking of inevitable, what's the point of all
this, kidnapping us and bringing us to Germany? It doesn't matter what you do
to us, you've lost the war, anyway."

Fausta suddenly slammed Wonder Woman's back hard against the corridor wall.
"Do you think me a fool, Wonder Woman?" she said angrily, her voice rising.
"We kill fifteen Russians for every man we lose and yet they grow stronger
every day and we grow weaker. You bomb us by day and the British by night and
our cities burn. Our people endure unbearable hunger and privation. Of course
the war is lost. We never had a chance with that mad, paper-hanging Bohemian
corporal micro-managing everything. But I was ordered to bring you here and I
have brought you here!" she sputtered.

"But why does Hitler want us? What good does a propaganda victory do?" Wonder
Woman asked incredulously.

Fausta shook her head, "It's not Hitler who wants you, it's Himmler. To the
Fuhrer you're just another pretty bauble, but the Reichsfuhrer SS is planning
for doomsday. He thinks he will retreat to the Alps once the war is lost and
fight a guerrilla war while he uses you, me, your sister--every Amazon--to
breed an army of real supermen which he will then use to wreak vengeance upon
the world. He thinks I don't know his plans, but he is wrong. The only way I
could come back home without getting a bullet in the head was to bring you
back with me. This achievement will buy me the latitude and time I need to
plan my escape."

"Escape?" Wonder Woman said. "But...mmmmf!" she started to ask when Fausta
kissed her full on the lips. She found herself resisting much less vigorously
than she should have.

Fausta pulled away and looked at Wonder Woman for a moment. "Yes, liebchen.
I'm going to Argentina, and you and your sister are coming with me."

Wonder Woman looked away. "This can NOT be good. How did I ever let this crazy
woman get her hands on me a second time?" she thought. "At least she's still
an amazing kisser."