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

As the sated Fausta rose from her shamed, sobbing victim, the door opened, and young Helga Smeck slipped into the room. She removed the robe she wore, to reveal a large, ugly appendage strapped about her thighs.

"Ah! Little Helga wants to join our merriment, Liebchen! Look! She brought the new French strap-on she got in Paris last month! I think she brought it for your pleasure!"

"Ja, Commandant! I brought it for the Amazon slut's big behind! That's where she deserves to get it, nein?"

"Oh! You naughty, young devil!" Fausta smirked.

Diana sat up wildly, her frightened eyes glued to the terrible dildo. "Oh Hera! Please not in my heiny!" She prayed forlornly, as tears flowed down her beautiful face.

Once she fully accomplished the grisly defilement of the pure maidenly Amazon, Helga's glittering eyes greedily lit upon a new objective, her victim's handsome, rosy hued boots, the symbol of proud feminine independence.

The much abused Amazon Princess would willingly have removed and surrendered her boots to the vicious young Nazi, rather than endure more mortifying torment, but Helga, like a true Nazi, preferred to despoil her victims forcibly.

Eventually, the eager Helga removed both of the hapless heroine's boots, not without considerable anguish to the victim. Chortling greedily, the girl swiftly donned them, as a complacent Fausta looked on with amusement.

It was getting late, and both Fausta had had a long eventful day, not to mention the unendurable eternities of torture Diana had endured that awful fateful day. At a word from Fausta, Helga returned to herr own quarters and Fausta chained her prisoner up uncomfortably for the night, before retiring to her own comfortable bed and sweet dreams of her triumph.
 

A week later:

Fausta sat at her dressing table while her inexperienced new servant nervously brushed her Aryan blonde hair. Nazi punishment, for infraction of Fausta's uncompromising, Teutonic standards, was swift and merciless, as Diana well knew.

As the captive Amazon Princes finished her demeaning chore, there was a knock on the door, and a moment later Fausta's aide Helga entered the room.

"Ah! Welcome back, Dear!" Fausta cried jovially. Helga had just returned from Berlin where she had been personally congratulated by the Reichsfuhrer for her stunning victory in the Arena. Helga's smug, satisfied grin hinted that the Reichsfuhrer's congratulations may have been more than formal. It was well known that the evil Nazi bureaucrat's favorite hobby was fathering children by suitable Aryan mothers to augment the 'Master Race'.

"So you keep the slut here in your quarters, and have given her back her fancy uniform, Commandant?" Helga asked, as she glanced at the sniffling victim of Nazi treachery and brutality.

"Yes, as you know, the Reichsfuhrer entrusted the prisoner to my personal custody. It's a heavy responsibility, of course, but I decided to make the best of things, and make use of her! She's my room orderly, now! She's rather clumsy, but she's slowly learning to be an acceptable lady's maid! As good as most wartime help, anyway!"

Fausta went on. " Ja, I gave her back her old uniform, or at least a portion of it! Hee, hee! It's a pleasant reminder that my servant is a Princess and a superheroine, or used to be a superheroine, at any rate! That Lasso of hers came in handy! I used it, to command her to obey my every whim, and never try to escape! Of course, I don't think she'd get far in this getup!"

"Would you, Liebchen?" Fausta turned and snapped to her unfortunate lackey.

"N-no Mistress...(snuffle)" The cringing servant whimpered with a servile eagerness to avoid a beating.

"Ja! I make her comb that hair of hers, too! That unruly mare's nest was so untidy!"

Fausta then went on to demonstrate the advantages of her captive's altered costume.

Once she had fully displayed the cruel parody of that proud costume, Fausta continued to shame the hapless Superheroine in front of her admiring underling.
 

When Fausta completed her casual rape, she swiftly washed her hands and donned her freshly ironed uniform, as the shamed American heroine crouched sobbing in the corner of the room.

As Fausta turned to leave, she snapped. "I want this place spotless when I get back, and don't forget to dust the pictures, you lazy slut!" The door slammed behind her.

Compelled by the magic of her own lasso to obey Her Nazi Mistress's every word, Princess Diana sadly picked up the dust cloth, and began to dust the two pictures of herself, hanging prominently, as the focal point of Fausta's sitting room. This ritual was a mortifying daily reminder to the Amazon Superheroine of Fausta's overwhelming triumph over her.