NOTE: This story is an immediate sequel to Amazon Captive of the SS. (Go to Amazon Captive )
 
 

Commandant Fausta Grabels of Himmler's SS stood silently in the large comfortable sitting room of her service quarters in the SS Rest and Recreation Facility. She was intently examining a life-size, color photograph of America's Greatest Superheroine in heroic pose. The beautiful woman in the picture had repeatedly bested the SS Agent in a number of confrontations and foiled many of her best laid schemes.

Was Fausta's intent gaze, the admiration of a gallant warrior for a worthy foe who had proved her superior? The leer of sneering triumph on Fausta's Nordic features made that conjecture highly unlikely!

With a jubilant snicker, Fausta scornfully raised the glass in her hand and   drank a toast to the photograph: "Well, Amazon, you lost this battle, and I'll make very sure it was your LAST! You're MINE, now!"

Fausta set down her drink, and picked up another picture. Like the first,  life-size and in full color, and depicting the same Amazon superheroine. In contrast, though, the gallant champion lay sprawled, half naked, in the dust of the SS combat arena, the symbol of woeful defeat. Standing, triumphantly, with her foot planted on the defeated champion's belly, stood Fausta's young aide and protégée, Helga Smeck, who had just brutally defeated the Amazon Princess in hand to hand combat.

The Nazi victory had been carefully planned and orchestrated by Fausta, herself. Posing as a would-be turncoat to the Nazi cause, she lured the American heroine to a meeting deep in Nazi territory. At the rendezvous site, SS thugs treacherously bludgeoned the American superheroine from behind. Fausta swiftly robbed the helpless prisoner of her Power Girdle, her Tiara and her Lasso, and even her famed red and gold bustier. Then, Fausta administered an experimental drug, that robbed the American heroine of her phenomenal Amazon strength and agility.

Fausta thrust the weakened, disoriented Amazon into the arena to fight the teen aged Helga, former girl's combat champion of the Hitler Youth. Too weak to defend herself, the previously invincible heroine was cruelly and decisively beaten by her young adversary, then subjected to unspeakable humiliation and degradation, to the coarse cheers of the SS audience.

Fausta carefully hung the second picture on the wall beside the first, muttering: "Yes, Liebchen! ALL MINE!"

When she had adjusted the picture to her satisfaction, Fausta picked up the telephone and issued a curt order in German. As she waited, Fausta removed her uniform.

Minutes later, the disconsolate, defeated prisoner was shoved into Fausta's sitting room. Stark naked, but for her red boots and Amazon bracelets, the dazed, shamed prisoner couldn't look Fausta in the face. Her succulently rounded bottom still burned red and raw, from the fierce, mortifying spanking Helga administered that afternoon in the Arena. Fausta hypocritically sympathized with the victim of her own treacherous scheme.

It was soon apparent that Fausta had intentions toward her prisoner, that were far from professional and certainly not honorable. Roused from her near trance by Fausta's rough overtures, the virtuous Amazon reacted indignantly.

 As Diana tried to resist, Fausta bodily picked the larger woman up in her strong arms.

"Don't be difficult Liebchen! I've always fancied you, you know! You're so beautiful, like an angel! Why don't you be nice to Fausta?"

"You fiend!" Diana cried. "I'm not like that!"

"Ach! You sanctimonious, little minx! I expected as much! That's why I knew it had to be like this, on MY terms!" Fausta hissed. "Now drop the coy act!"

Suspended in Fausta's arms, Diana resisted with hysterical desperation.

Struggling wildly, the irate Amazon struck Fausta in the mouth. With a cry of pain, Fausta dropped her captive, and staggered backward as Diana fell painfully to the floor.

Diana sat up furiously, forgetting everything but that, SHE, an Amazon Princess, had been basely affronted. A drop of blood trickling from her cut lip, Fausta was equally furious.

Diana was about to leap to her feet, and teach Fausta the folly of taking liberties with an Amazon. Yesterday, her svelte body, quick and agile as a cat, would have been a blur of motion, as she went into action. Today, still under the influence of the diabolical SS drug, she moved slowly and clumsily, while Fausta's furious response was swift and brutal. Fausta seized her hair before she could fully rise.

"You stupid slut! After what little Helga did to you, what do you think I'll do to you?"

Diana gulped involuntarily at the dreadful realization, that now, the stolid Fausta was twice as quick as she was, and undoubtedly much stronger. Diana felt a cold chill of fear, as Fausta painfully hoisted her by the hair, until she was half standing.

Fausta rammed her ham fist deep into the Amazon's firmly molded belly.
Diana croaked and gagged in horrible distress. Dreadful pain overwhelmed her, even blotting out her newborn fear. Her shapely form, corkscrewed fetally on legs that twisted and shook uncontrollably.

Fausta didn't stop with one punch. Yesterday, the Amazon could block bullets with her bracelets, with blurring speed. Today, her aching, weary arms were useless to even fend off Fausta's brutal punches.

In the fury of spurned ardor, Fausta punished the reluctant object of her lust as hatefully as only a vicious Nazi could.

Tonight, the gallant Amazon warrior suffered the worst shame of all; she who had protected so many, was powerless to defend her own honor and virtue. Diana whimpered in surrender to the evil Nazi.