THE RETURN OF FAUSTA (PART 2)
By Magdaz
A FACE FROM THE PAST
Next morning found Wonder Woman alone in her room, sore, demoralised and confused. Her beaten and ravished body ached. But her brain, normally so sharp and incisive was in a worse state. She was distraught that Fausta could have defeated her so often and so easily. She was appalled that she had surrendered her body to the German and in the end behaved like a trollop inviting her nemesis to pleasure her. She squirmed with shame when she remembered that she had begged Fausta to penetrate her again. How could this happen to her - the Amazon princess, the peerless Wonder Woman?
Her musings were interrupted. A guard entered and announced that she had a visitor. Thinking that it was Fausta, she rose eagerly from the bed and was shocked to be confronted with one of her old adversaries, the Baroness Paula Von Gunther.
The Baroness entered smiling, beautifully made up and coiffed, wearing a dress that Diana imagined must be the latest in high fashion. Her appearance sharply contrasted with Wonder Woman's last image of her, drenched after being pushed into her swimming pool after a furious fight down a grassy slope, tearing her fine clothes and laddering her stockings. Now it was Wonder Woman who was bruised and bedraggled her hair matted and her costumed ripped facing the Baroness, the glass of fashion. Moreover, Diana was apprehensive. Had her old enemy come to take revenge of her vulnerability She was somewhat reassured when Paula dismissed the guard leaving the two women alone in the room.
The Baroness walked slowly around the uncertain Amazon examining her from all angles, smiling and whistling softly as she examined her magnificent but damaged body.
"So. It is true. Fausta has soundly thrashed you. At last you have got what you deserve. Tell me, Wonder Woman. How does it feel to be helpless? Has the Colonel spanked you yet? They say that she enjoys giving pain."
"What do you want, Paula? Have you simply come to gloat? Enjoy yourself for the present for I shall escape and the Allies will soon have defeated Germany."
"Wishful thinking, my dear. The armies of the Reich are about to drive the Americans back into the sea and in your present condition, without your girdle or your lasso, Fausta will tame you and break you. However I have some influence here and I came in fact to make you an offer."
"Even in captivity I cannot think of anything that you would want to do which I would accept." Responded Wonder Woman defiantly.
The Baroness moved towards the Amazon until their bodies were only inches apart. She reached out and stroked upper part of Wonder Woman's back that wasn't covered by the uniform. For some reason, Diana was incapable of resisting and simply stood trembling as Paula's other hand moved until she could feel its warmth through her bustier. Diana moaned softly. Her body went rigid and her thighs began to rub together in an involuntary movement.
Paul noted this and smiled with grim satisfaction then whispered in the Amazon's ear. "If you agree to come with me and be my companion, I will protect you from Fausta. She has gone to Berlin today. By the time she returns, you can be installed safely in my castle. You can be rid of this silly costume that makes you look like a cheap hooker. You will look superb in the best gowns and outfits we have taken from Paris. You will be enchanting in silk stockings and lacy panties. All will envy your beauty and elegance and I will help you become a true wonder woman…"
As she went gushing on about her plans, she held Diana tightly to her with her right hand arm now wrapped around her naked shoulders. Then, she cupped Diana's swollen right breast in her left hand, simply moving it up and down in slow circular movement, as if weighing it. Still Wonder Woman was incapable of action and stood there mewing helplessly from the sensations in her breast.. The mound was too big for Paula's hand to encompass but as the fingers dug into the flesh, Diana trembled more and more until her body seemed to vibrate and threatened to collapse to the floor. Paula tightened her grip around the Amazon's naked shoulder to steady her but at the same time fingered her large erect nipple through the satin of her costume.
"You don't want to fight Fausta again, do you? Your invincible image is a curse. Is it not?" Paula hissed and pinched the inflamed nipple. "You would rather come and by my mistress, no?"
"Nnnnnnoooooooooo....." Diana moaned and tried to shake her head. Her hips pushed up as the pinch made her pant.
"No? Are you certain?" Paula pulled harder on the nipple, enjoying her domination of the once mighty Wonder Woman. Still holding the nipple, she used it to pull her entire breast away from Wonder Woman's heaving chest. Her free hand began to move down Diana's body over her quivering belly towards her vulnerable crotch. Her vagina was soaked. Both her nipples were rock hard. Any second now, the Baroness would pull her down onto the bed and…
"No !" screamed Wonder Woman, suddenly regaining control of herself. "I am an Amazon princess and you will not demean me in this way."
She pushed Paula with such force that the Baroness went tumbling to the floor, long slim legs waving the air. Suddenly she was no longer elegant and aristocratic. She scrambled to retrieve her dignity. Her fall revealed her frothy petticoats and a flash of black silk at the junction of pale thighs above her stocking tops. Wonder Woman advanced menacingly towards the Baroness who was now climbing inelegantly from the floor, attempting to regain her poise while escaping the angry Amazon. Alerted by Paula's screams two guards rushed into the room and pushed the Diana away. The Baroness struggled to her feet and tried to reassume her calm demeanour. But she too was angry at her rejection and hissed furiously at the Amazon.
"Just wait, Wonder Woman. There will be a time soon when you will come to running to me." Then turning on her high heels, she stalked from the room.
Wonder Woman sank onto the bed. She felt a flush of lust when she recalled Paula's revealing tumble onto the floor.
"What is happening to me? I nearly allowed that woman to take me. What is wrong?" Suddenly the obvious truth dawned. She was being drugged. Her food, which had seemed so delicious, must have contained an aphrodisiac. This may have caused her to react in such a wanton way with Fausta and again nearly succumb to Paula advances. She sat for some time on the bed considering her position, coming to the conclusion that she must try to escape. Even if she had to leave her belt, lasso and bracelets behind, flight was a better option than continuing captivity. Otherwise she would end up as a helpless fuck toy of Fausta, the Baroness or even both. Moreover she had to escape now while Fausta was away in Berlin. She reasoned that after her surrender last night, the guards would not be expecting her to be resilient.
THE ESCAPE ATTEMPT
Throughout the rest of the day, Wonder Woman did everything she could to convince the guards that she was totally submissive. Then in late afternoon when a guard came to check on her, she pounced. The young female soldier was a about six foot tall but with the element of surprise, Wonder Woman overcame her with ease. Using the guard's tunic and pants belts the Amazon bound her wrists and ankles, finally gagging her before depositing her into a cupboard. Moving cautiously through the castle, Wonder Woman encountered two more guards that she disposed of quietly and efficiently. Then she was out of the castle gate and running towards a cluster of trees several hundred yards away. She had almost reached her objective when she spotted a figure standing directly in her line of flight. To her dismay she recognised the familiar black uniform of the SS. However there seemed to be only one person in her path so she pressed on. She would not have the value of surprise but after all, she was Wonder Woman.
The woman barring her path to freedom was a pretty young blonde tall but scarcely more than a teenager.
"Good day Wonder Woman. I am Suva, the Valkyrie. Fausta has instructed me to take you back to the Castle"
She said this in perfect English and with a sweet disarming smile. Wonder Woman looked at the younger woman in disbelief. She began to move into her power stance but then the young woman acted. Closing the gap between them with incredible speed, she slapped the beautiful Amazon across the face, twice. Wonder Woman stumbled back, ears ringing. The speed and power of Suva's blows astonished her. Wonder Woman seethed. Surely her ordeal in Germany had not diminished her powers to the point of being outfought by a young girl. She was suddenly aware that the ground was muddy and that her boots were sinking but she advanced on the German and attempted to kick her. To her astonishment, the blonde adroitly avoided her flying red boots and catching her by the ankle deposited the perplexed Wonder Woman onto the squelching ground.
Before Wonder Woman could move, Suva had dropped on top of her. She viciously rammed her knee into Wonder Woman's crotch, with all her might. Wonder Woman moaned in distress then Suva punched the hurt Amazon so hard in the right breast, that it took her breath away. As Wonder Woman opened her mouth in protest, the girl picked up a handful of mud, and squished it in Wonder Woman's face. Wonder Woman gagged, spitting out mud and looking desperately up at this juvenile who had blocked her escape. But with a resurgence of fighting spirit, Wonder Woman threw the smaller girl off her, and leapt at her. But Suva was ready, and wedging her foot in Wonder Woman's belly, straightened her leg, and flung the big, raven-haired woman back into the mud. Then Suva was on Wonder Woman again, wrapping her legs around her neck and mashing Diana's muddy, face against her crotch. The Amazon clawed desperately at Suva's thighs, but seemed unable to make any impact. After some time, she finally wriggled her head free but Suva had a two-handed grip on her hair. She rammed a hard knee into Wonder Woman's jaw making the Amazon see stars then followed up by head butting the heroine's nose. Blood spurted out mingling with the mud. Wonder Woman got her hair loose, but only because Suva had switched her grip to her huge breasts, clawing and squeezing them through the thin revealing bustier. Wonder Woman wailed in pain. Then heaving herself to her feet, she launched a huge kick at Suva. But the slippery mud provided no purchase and she missed completely and tumbled back into the mud. Smaller and more surefooted, Suva kicked back in retaliation, her booted foot drove deep into Wonder Woman's belly. As the Amazon doubled over in agony Suva again seized her hair and flung her face down in the mud.
To her horror, Wonder Woman found herself s helplessly trapped under the smaller girl's body. Suva still had one hand free. She used it to pinch Wonder Woman's broad ass as the Amazon vainly tried to protect herself. Realizing she could reach Wonder Woman's star spangled briefs without hindrance, Suva tugged at them until they slid down off the broad Amazonian hips. Wonder Woman panicked at this terrible loss of dignity. She struggled wildly, kicking and squirming with all her Amazon might. But Suva had her pinned and she only managed to coat herself more thickly, with the nasty mud. In a short time, the grinning blonde slipped Wonder Woman's panties down her long legs to snag at the knees. Gasping for breath, the Amazon struggled loose. She raised her head groggily, spitting the muddy slop from her mouth. As she tried to get back onto her feet, Suva leapt on her again and with her panties trapping her legs at the knees, she collapsed back into the mud. Suva pinned Wonder Woman securely by ramming the Amazon's arm up between her shoulder blades, in a skilful hammerlock. Wonder Woman kicked and squirmed desperately. Her long, shapely legs, thrashed around, but to no avail. Nothing she did could get the blonde off her back. The only result of her struggle was to dig her face deeper and deeper into the slime. She couldn't breath. The mud oozed up her nose, and down her throat, choking off her enfeebled cries. The red rage of battle gradually gave way to terror, as her aching lungs were denied any air at all. Suva shoved her face deeper into the mire, riding down the Amazon's weakening struggles. Finally Wonder Woman's long, powerful legs stopped their pitiful kicking. She could no longer fight back.
The German knew that she had won. Releasing the Amazon sprawled limply at her feet, she straddled Wonder Woman's waist. She carefully pinned the Amazon's upper arms under her own knees. Swinging with open hands she administered a succession of well placed and vicious slaps to Wonder Woman's face until her eyes glazed over Suva rose from her stricken form. Wonder Woman's lay helplessly spread-eagled. She was finished and the young German had accomplished her mission with distinction. To complete the humiliation, Suva bound Wonder Woman's wrists and ankles leaving the Amazon trussed with her panties roped around her knees to be collected by Fausta's guards, who with their boss, had been watching the destruction of the Amazon from the castle ramparts through binoculars.
FAUSTA'S INGENUITY
Humbled and totally demoralised by her defeat at the hands of Fausta's young Valkyrie, Wonder Woman, clad in a thin robe prepared for bed. She spun round in alarm when the door to her room opened and Fausta herself entered. She stood wearing a long woollen dressing gown smiling at Diana.
"What do you want, Fausta. Have you come to gloat at your protégé's victory ?" demanded the hurt and rueful Amazon.
"I've come because you need me. Do not blame yourself for your defeat by Suva. She is my very best pupil and gives even me a tough contest. And you are far from your best. I think you know that we have been drugging you. So do not feel so bad about your defeat. You are upset and alone but you are a very beautiful sexual woman and you need to find a way of forgetting your ordeals since you came here. Let me help."
"You cannot help," stammered the confused Amazon. "Please leave me."
"Only if you tell me that you did not want me to make love to you that time we were last here in this castle. You were eager and ready for me."
"And you abused me then." Retorted Wonder Woman recalling how Fausta had ravished her.
"But you enjoyed it. And tonight you are aroused. I can see it in your face. You need me. I know." So saying she took the unprepared Amazon in her arms and began kissing her passionately. Her thick wet lips rolled over those of the heroine and her tongue slipped into Diana's mouth. Her kisses were long sweet and passionate as any man's. Weakly, Wonder Woman could only return the embrace and the two bodies of ample and yielding flesh came together. The adversaries stood, mouth to mouth, breast to breast, belly to belly, straining at each other.
Suddenly Wonder Woman felt something different, a rigid protuberance pressing the fork of her thighs. Fausta made little jerks with her hips, thrusting into the Amazon's mound.
"What is it?" Wonder Woman asked "What's there?"
Fuasta stood back and slipped the dressing gown from her shoulders. Wonder Woman gasped at Fausta's beautiful nude body, naked and pale as blonde types are; her full round breasts and uptilted thick nipples, her firm ridged belly. But between her muscular thighs, a huge upright and realistic dummy cock protruded from the shaven slash of her vagina, the visible half of a double dildo. The portion rearing up before her looked a good foot in length. The head was as big as a large egg. The whole apparatus was firmly strapped about her.
"Hera !" cried the astonished Amazon. "You want to penetrate me with that? It is too big,"
"Nonsense" Fausta said sharply. "You can and you will, Diana liebchen. Others have said that but they have come to love it, its length and the fullness it gives." Her hand was extended and her fingers had slipped into Wonder Woman's gown and were almost idly stroking her cunt lips.
"See, you are already wet down there. Grasp it, touch it, does it not feel nice"
Wonder Woman knew that Fausta was seducing her but she felt powerless to resist. She found the German so attractive and so dominant. Despite all her Amazon training, her only impulse was to submit to this woman who had defeated her so easily and so often.
She grasped the dildo in her hand. "It feels hot" she said.
"Squeeze the scrotum." Fausta instructed. "See what happens."
Wonder Woman's hand slipped down the long shaft to the big balls attached below. With a little pressure, a small arc of greyish liquid shot out from the dildo's split dome. "It comes" gasped a horrified Diana.
"Only some warm water and milk" explained Fausta. It adds greatly to the act. Come now."
Wonder Woman was led unresisting to the bed and laid naked before the German. Fausta kissed her slowly, lingeringly on her eyes, mouth and neck before paying special attention to the breasts nipples and finally the vagina. She was so expert with her unhurried foreplay that the Amazon was soon keening and moaning, reaching for her as she drew back, begging for her caresses, pleading to hold her lovely pale breasts and suckle on their thick nipples. Her hand reached between Fausta's legs to draw the dildo to her.
"Learn patience," the German snapped and as Wonder Woman sat up to reach for her lover, Fausta swung her arm to smack her smartly across the breasts. Next she pushed the Amazon over and slapped her palm quite viciously several times over her buttocks. Chastened and secretly in lust with the domination, Wonder Woman lay still. Fausta became even more assertive giving the Amazon a lengthy tongue-fucking with her blonde head pressed between the opened thighs, making Diana writhe and clutch at her fair hair and throw up her hips wildly. She looked down at the shattered Wonder Woman.
"Oh my beauty," she whispered hoarsely "You are mine, all mine, to do with as I wish - "
Fausta then mounted the Amazon and the dildo slid in, filling her, enlarging her lubricated channel. Reaching down Wonder Woman found inches of it still to enter her. Clasped together with Fausta in the man-superior position, the blonde grasped the Amazon's ankles and brought the long golden legs up over her pale shoulders. Wonder Woman found that her knees were on each side of her face and she was bent double, her vagina pushing upwards to ease deeper penetration. The two warrior athletes made love, mouths locked together, breasts mashed and flattened together, their bellies now wet with perspiration and slapping loudly as they thrust and churned together.
They cried out in lust, Fausta's shouts sounding cruel and triumphant as she subdued the Amazon princess. Penetrated to the whole length, the false balls thudding into her bottom, as Fausta fucked her, Wonder Woman climaxed in a series of spasms and felt the warm liquid jetting into her, pints of it, it seemed until at last, as Fausta had predicted, Wonder Woman begged her "No More!"
Fausta rose from the prone Amazon, the dildo sliding from her vagina which was leaking with the concoction she had used. As it ran out, Fausta dropped her head and lapped up the juices bringing Wonder Woman to another gentle climax with her wicked mouth. Then she lay down beside her lover and nursed the drowsy Amazon soothingly, cupping each of her breasts to Diana's lips in turn as the vanquished heroine fell into a weary sleep in her strong arms. .
FAUSTA'S MISTRESS
The following morning, Diana was moved from her room into Fausta's suite. It was made clear that this would be her new residence. The suite consisted of a number of sumptuous rooms taking up a whole wing of the castle. Since yesterday's defeat by Suva, Wonder Woman's only garment had been a light robe. When she asked for the return of her costume, she was taken to a large dressing room lined with wall closets. Each was packed with women's clothes. Diana gasped at the sight of racks of form fitting business suits, elegant dresses, evening gowns. The drawers of the closet were filled with filmy, flimsy underwear. The racks below held shoes some with the highest heels she had even seen. Her guard gestured, tight-lipped, to the wardrobe.
"I think you will find something to fit you here. Colonel Grables will be attending a reception here this evening and you are to accompany her" And with that, she left the room leaving the Amazon gawping at the incredible array of costumes. The message was clear. Fausta had chosen these clothes for her. That evening, when she wore them, she would be seen as the German's companion; her mistress, her whore.
The suite contained a fully equipped work-out room and Diana spent some time there, testing her bruised body to determine her fitness. Her reactions seemed slow and her movements were leaden. Perhaps it was the effect of the drugs she was being given or maybe a psychological reaction to her many defeats - even simple exhaustion from Fausta's vigorous lovemaking. She retired to have a long warm bath.
Later in the afternoon, after using make-up to disguise the bruising to her face, she chose an outfit for the evening. She found the delicate and expensive underwear irresistible and settled for a short silk gown which showed her curves to best advantage. She was ready for her consort when Fausta joined her in the suite at 6pm.
The German stared awestruck. "My God, you are magnificent, so beautiful, so elegant….so fuckable."
Diana backed away. "No, Fausta. I have spent hours preparing myself for the reception. I think they are waiting." She stammered, prevaricating as Fausta strode determinedly towards her. "I'm not going to let you…"
Fausta reached out and seizing the neck of Diana's gown, ripped the garment from her body with one tug, leaving the mortified Amazon teetering on her high heels in bra, and panties. Her long stocking clad legs quivered. Her reaction was to strike out slapping the German across the face. Fausta's retaliation was immediate, punching the unprepared Amazon in the belly causing her to double up in pain. A hard left hook to the cheek deposited her onto the floor on her plump bottom. As she struggled to recover, her big breasts, barely covered by the bra, thrust upwards. Fausta bent over and seizing her round the waist in a bear hug raised Diana from the floor. Feet off the ground with her breasts pressed against Fausta's face, She was carried kicking helplessly across the room and laid on the dining table, her back pressed against the smooth top her legs hanging over, thighs parted. The German seized the waistband of the silk directoire panties and ripped them down Diana's long sculpted legs. Fausta's head dipped and her mouth locked onto the bare smooth vagina. The Amazon gasped, groaned and submitted.
Diana shuddered as she felt the itch in her sex grow, the outer lips thickening and parting , her lubricating juices flowing. Her protests ceased as Fausta licked and sucked at her crotch until she raised her long stocking clad legs high in the air and spread them as wide as they could go to give her mistress maximum access. Within a few short minutes she came to a noisy climax spread across the dining table. She lay there, dazed with legs splayed, watching with incomprehension as Fausta stripped off her uniform, strapped on her phallus and mounted her.
"Oh, Hera, Hera, " was all the drained Amazon could mutter, holding her lover hard against her, moving her pelvis up and down to match Fausta's thrusts. All she wanted was for the German to continue pleasuring her body until she came again, shaken to the core by the power of her climax. She felt filled to overflowing as the fake cock thrust into her to its hilt, making her back arch. When it withdrew, Diana heaved upwards to get it back into her. The number of times she came as the huge shunting device pummelled in and out of her was impossible to gauge. Finally she felt the dildo spurt its liquid far up into her. The two tall women, one blonde and one dark lay locked together across the tabletop
"Fausta," sighed Diana, struggling to regain her breath. " We will be late for the reception…"
They were late and while Wonder Woman's appearance on Fausta's arm drew gasps of admiration from the lesbian guests, there were some amused glances and whispered gossip as they noted her bruised cheek. They could also see the flushed face of a woman who had recently made love. Fausta greeted her guests with scarcely concealed pride in her seduction and domination of the mighty Wonder Woman..
Fausta's appetite for the Amazon's magnificent body seemed insatiable. Each night she would fuck Wonder Woman to the point of exhaustion, driving her loaded phallus into her until the Amazon begged for respite. Then her head would drop between the Amazon's long splayed legs, kissing, licking and sucking at her smooth shaven until screams of pleasure echoed round the castle.
There was also daytime coupling when Fausta would take Diana in less conventional surroundings; across the hood of her limousine, in the back of the same car, in the bathroom of a café in town within earshot of the startled patrons, and in more than one closet. In truth Fausta took every opportunity to mount the Amazon, who had become constantly ready to respond eagerly, pulling her lover to her, whatever the surroundings, wrapping her long toned legs around the German's waist.
How could Wonder Woman's lascivious sluttish behaviour be explained to her American friends and sister Amazons. What would they have thought had they known how their heroine was spending her time as a 'guest' of the Reich. What would have thought had they seen Wonder Woman lean over Fausta's desk, her hands flat on the oak top while the German gathered up her dress and slid it up, revealing her long shapely legs clad in sheer thigh high hose held up with frilly garters. They would have seen Diana, so sexually excited, that her hands would work frantically to find her white satin panties and draw them over her toned full ass. High heels apart, Diana spread her legs so that Fausta could penetrate her.
How could this be explained? Certainly she was being given drugs each day and these had aphrodisiac qualities but Diana's response to Fausta was not simply drug-induced frenzy. She had become besotted and infatuated with her captor. Fausta's domination of Wonder Woman had somehow unleashed deep-seated submissive behaviours. Fausta's officers remarked on how Diana would cling on Fausta's arm as they walked through the castle, her skirts swishing and her high heels clicking on the stone paving. They noted her girlish giggles and weak protests when Fausta fondled her breast or her thigh in public. They heard her laughingly complain one morning that Fausta's lovemaking had been so vigorous that would be unable to walk properly for a week.
One afternoon Diana was waiting in the village café in the company of a token guard when the German arrived. She slid a small package across the table towards Diana.
"I have bought you a little present that I am sure you will like."
Diana opened the parcel to find two small weighty balls joined together with a thin chain. They were slightly smaller than ping pong balls and smooth as ball bearings. She had never seen such and asked Fausta what they were and what they were for.
"Some call them duo-balls or Ben-Wa, supposedly an ancient delight that our Japanese allies' ladies use to amuse themselves."
"But what do I do with them?" asked the innocent Amazon.
"Come and I will show you." Responded Fausta. And taking the gift in one hand she seized Diana with the other and literally dragged the uncertain Amazon to the bathrooms. Pulling her into a stall, Fausta pushed her back against the wall and with a single fluid movement raised the Amazon's skirts. Pushing down Diana's silk panties she thrust balls inside her, an easy passage given the moistness that always seemed present in Diana's pussy when in Fausta' s company. The balls fitted snugly touching the sides. With Diana's slightest movement they rubbed together sending a flow of sensations through her vagina. Wonder Woman swivelled her hips and gasped at the surges of arousal that had her falling back against her German lover, jerking her pelvis helplessly. She came at once bucking in the throes or orgasm and bringing herself to an immediate second climax.
As Fausta led her back into the café Diana tried to move cautiously, realising the potency of the gift and what it could do to her in such a public place. Little ripples of pleasure pulsed through her loins keeping her on a delightfully protracted verge of another strong orgasm. She tried to control any excessive movement but found herself luxuriating in the erotic feeling as they jiggled within her. By a supreme effort she got back to the table without disgracing herself but as she was seating herself, Fausta reached under the table and ran a cool hand up her leg to the gripping the bare flesh above her stocking tops. Diana' hips jerked to set the little balls throbbing and exchanging places. The Amazon cried out startling the other customers who watched dumbstruck as she slid back on her chair jerking her hips as if she was being fucked. Total silence fell on the café at the sight of Diana's very public climax. Finally she fell back in a daze whereupon Fausta took her by the arm and led her back to the car - her high heels making skittering sounds on the pavement.
One evening, at Fausta's request, Diana appeared before her wearing a black satin maid uniform, with high heels, sheer black seamed stockings a very short pleated skirt, a white lace trimmed apron and a frilly lace cap. She made a very obvious show of bending over in front of the German flashing her garters and stocking tops. At the sight of her shapely long legs, Fausta reached out and pull her over her knee. The silk panties descended to her ankles and Fausta smacked her bared ass as a prelude for another frenzied session on the floor.
RE-ENTER THE BARONNESS
Diana seemed to enjoy this dress-up game so much that Fausta suggested they repeat the tableau the following week. As the 'maid' was putting the finished touches to her costume, Fausta casually remarked.
"Baroness Paula Von Gunther wishes to join us and I think that you might enjoy the some variety."
Wonder Woman recoiled in horror. While she often felt deep shame at the way in which she had surrendered to Fausta, and at being such an enthusiastic participant in their sex games, she had always believed the relationship to be monogamous.
"No, Fausta, I could not. I could never…."
She paused as she realised how far she had allowed herself to be defiled. Looking at herself in the mirror she saw her huge Amazon body crammed into the tight black dress. The outfit gave her an incredibly erotic allure. Her legs were covered in fishnet stockings that ran from the outfit's six inch, black, block heels to a tiny skirt. The stockings were held in place by a ruche garter belt. Her loins were clad in a very sheer pair of black, lace panties. "The skirt won't even cover the garters!" she moaned, rather stupidly pulling and tugging on the skirt in the hope of stretching it down. The costume's top was black, lacy and extremely tight. Her huge breasts looked like two enormous scoops of tan ice cream sitting in two extremely small serving dishes. It barely kept her nipples inside the bra cups. She realised that when she was standing she couldn't see her pumps over her cleavage as the outfit pushed her breasts so far up and outward. She pushed at Fausta and broke away across the room, her high heels making her sway and saunter like a street whore.
She turned and there was Paula Von Gunther, standing arms folded looking smugly in in her direction.
"Mein Gott! What a body!" the Baroness ejaculated as she strolled round the mortified Amazon first peering into the monumental cleavage then proprietarily raising the tiny skirt to view the exposed ass and the thin strip of silk panties that covered the crotch. Diana's plump rear slid back and forth as she tried to balance on the ridiculous shoes. "Gott in Himmel!" cried Paula - I have to have her!
Fausta simply nodded and with a strength belying her size, Paula pushed Diana face down over the dressing table. Off balance and unable to resist, the hapless Wonder Woman was easily upended, feet off the ground, long legs spread. Fausta held her wrists to allow Paula the freedom to peel down the skimpy panties till they hung dangling on a stocking clad ankle. Skirt up around her waist, her huge buttocks were open and available. SMACK ! SMACK ! SMACK ! The German baroness spanked the Amazon Princess like a naughty schoolgirl. Diana thrashed around face down, bottom up on the table but there was no escape. She found herself sobbing pleading with Paula and Fausta to stop the disgrace, which merged with the pain - she had lost all dignity and was beyond pride. Then the Baroness reached into her bag and producing a huge ridged dildo shoved it from behind straight up Diana's swollen vaginal entrance.
"OH GREAT HERA! NOOO!" Slithering and kicking, the Amazon flailed about as she tried to get her body off the enormous artificial cock. The phallus was so long that she could feel part of it sticking out from between her legs as her thighs rubbed on it. Fausta continued to grip her by the wrists. Paula had one hand hard in the small of her back pressing her into the table and this combined with the fact that her legs were off the ground gave her no leverage. She was exposed and completely helpless.
"Pleeeeze Paula!!!" Screamed Wonder Woman - pleading in vain for some mercy "AGAAGGHUGHH!!"
Fausta began to work on the huge bosom, still held up by her bizarre maid's uniform. She groped and squeezed the Amazon's enormous glands so that they jiggled and sloshed. Diana squawked as her tits were so blatantly molested. Fausta leaned forward, grabbed her right nipple and began pulling outward on it, stretching her right tit this way and that, almost in mockery of her huge breasts. Out and in, side to side, up and down, it wobbled like jello.
Meanwhile Paula's hands drove the phallus in and out of the prostrate Wonder Woman. The enormous, ivory cock split the lips of her vagina like a battering ram.. The frantic heroine's hips bucked and gyrated as the German forced more and more of the oozing dripping dildo farther into her gaping and overly receptive vagina. Hissing, grunting and spitting, she could only twist in horrid, sexual agony as she was forced to methodically engulf the over sized fake cock. Her hips squirmed and thrashed as Paula impaled her The Baroness' hand found its target as the bare, exposed crotch was further assaulted, Paula's fingers oscillated across her dripping slit and over her ripe clit sending Wonder Woman into yet another panic session of screaming, wiggling and bucking. No two strokes were the same, none repeated. First smooth, then brisk, then rough, then teasingly soft. It was perfect masturbation.
The Amazon's ultimate capitulation was only a matter of time. While, under all those moans, grunts and cries she detested Paula, from every other vantage point, the humiliated super heroine was bouncing in delirium. The German was taming Wonder Woman. Her eyes bulged, her body pounded and thrust in uncontrollable convulsions as she went through her yet another forced orgasm. She was barely aware that she was making a shameless exhibition of herself, jerking and twisting, she reached yet another sexual climax. Buttocks tightened. Chest throbbing. Her body grew so tight that her skin grew beet red from tension. Then, with one last futile surge of her shapely hips, Diana was pulverized by a convulsion of climaxes. Groping and clawing at the table, Wonder Woman looked up with tear stained, blood shot eyes. She sobbed, begging Paula to stop - or perhaps to continue, utterly abasing herself before her enemy
Some time later when she had begun to regain her senses, she realised that Fausta had gone and that she had been moved into a room; some kind of cellar or basement. The walls were made of stone and the place was cold and damp. She was alone with Paula, and still dressed in the maid's costume. The dress front was torn fully exposing her breasts. Her panties had gone. Her wrists were bound to a metal ring high above her head. Her arms were stretched so far up that her feet could barely touch the floor. To maintain her balance, she had to push her toes and high heels down and onto the floor. She was cold uncomfortable and very frightened.
The Baroness came close to her, held her face and kissed her hard on the mouth. When she protested. Paula slipped her own panties off and stuffed them into Diana's mouth.
"You, Amazon, bitch! You're all mine now!"
Diana struggled against the rope but she was indeed caught tight in the simple bondage. Her heart pounded as she realised how helpless she had become. Cold pangs of fear rushed through her body. Paula advanced toward her, holding a sharp knife. Paula's intention was to scare the shit out of the mighty Wonder Woman. She approached her very slowly, feeding off the panic she saw building in Diana's eyes. First she cut away the maid's tiny skirt and frothy petticoat. Then she slid the knife against the black corselet cutting the garment close to the Amazon's bare chest. She pressed the flat tip of the blade first against one startled nipple and then the other, until the erect tissues rose hard above the surface of her breast. A tear escaped from Diana's eyes ran down her cheek. Suddenly, Paula moved the sharp edge of the knife up to Diana's neck, tapping the ridged arteries with the flat of the blade.
Wonder Woman completely lost control and wet herself. She could feel a warm stream of warm pee run down her bare upper thighs, soaking her stocking clad legs. Paula rejoiced in the acrid smell. Naked to the waist, her bared chest was heaving, the terrified Amazon soiled herself as she screamed frantically into the gag. Paula circled her huge tits with the point of the knife, leaving long painful red lines all over them.
But as Wonder Woman hung there, disgraced, her loins soaked in her own mess, she became more and more aware of that Baroness had changed the rhythm of her attentions to her upper breasts; she stimulated; caressed, sucked, squeezed, fondled, bit, pinched, mauled and slapped the big firm globes. Incredibly despite her fear and pain, she found herself being stimulated to yet another orgasm. Paula was incredibly persistent, leading her to the edge of her climax, before gently leading her away. Over and over, using her mouth, teeth, tongue, hands, fingers and even her hair, she focused Diana's entire being on her tits. Never had Wonder Woman's breasts been so aroused and sensitive. Paula was wresting all control from her and despite herself she realised that deep down she was finding pleasure in this deeply degrading experience.
Despite herself, she found herself surrendering her will to the Baroness. Her eyes widened as she saw Paula produce the liquid charged phallus that Fausta had used on her so often. The German began to tease her cunt with the dildo. As the device was slowly inserted, the Amazon began lurching and moaning into the gag. It was as if she had never experienced the feeling before. This time the violator was her enemy, Paula, not her lover. She closed her eyes and centred her concentration on the pleasure in her loins..
A sharp slap sounded, and pain surged from her overloaded brain. Fear gripped her once more. Paula had begun to whip her with a thin leather belt. The Baroness watched the bright red stripes appear on the perfect sculpted ass. She held the belt firmly in her hand. The supple leather wasn't stiff enough to do much damage to the flawless skin but it could and did cause agony.
Wonder Woman's exposed ass turned deep red from the lashing. Paula gradually worked from the top downwards and the last strokes had reached her slit exposed between her parted legs. The Baroness traced the crimson stripes with her sharp fingernail. She knew the light touch felt like a branding iron. She gripped Diana by the upper thighs and spreading them, thrust into her with the phallus.
Diana sobbed uncontrollably. She was broken, beaten. She would do anything; suffer anything. The Baroness had smashed the will of the Amazon Princess. She did not notice or react when Paula placed the tip of the phallus against her anal ring. She could not conceive that Paula would or could take her up the ass. But her anal muscles had been numbed by the punishment her body had taken and the smooth tip of the probe slipped past the sphincter with ease, unnoticed by the delirious victim.
But when the device was fully rammed home, Diana howled and jerked as if electrocuted. Paula applied firm pressure and the thick fake cock slid up her back chute, stuffing her in a most unfamiliar manner. Wonder Woman babbled incoherently into the gag. Paula worked the dildo in and out of the clasping orifice. With each inward thrust she could feel Diana's rectum accepting the shaft, until finally it felt as if she were sucking it into herself. She watched the defeated heroine struggle towards her erotic conclusion. Then she pulled her body back and swung the strap across Diana's exposed crotch. The Amazon went motionless for several seconds. Rigid. Then she began to vibrate, twitching from her toenails to the roots of her hair as the whole bed began to shake with the force of her cum. Paula swung the strap again so that the tip of the belt smacked against Diana's throbbing exposed clit. The Amazon's system went into overload and she fainted dead away, although her body continued to shake and spasm in orgasm long after she was unconscious.
Paula carefully eased the dildo from Wonder Woman's sucking ass and wiped shaft clean with a damp cloth. She used a soft sponge to clean Diana's big sweaty body. She removed the garter belt and stockings. She washed traces all trace of cum and piss from Diana's thighs and legs. Still suspended against the wall, the unconscious Amazon did not feel the Baroness administer the injection that plunged her into a deep sleep. Paula summoned the guards to take her out of the cellar.
AN OLD SCENE REWORKED
Exhausted, Wonder Woman slept late into the following day and awoke to find herself alone in a bedroom. She had spent the night in a strange house. Where was she now? She rose groggily and staggered into the shower. When she emerged, barely revived, she found to her surprise that her star-spangled costume had been laid out in the dressing area together with a note from Paula.
"What a wonderful bitch you were for me last night. I am so grateful to Fausta for loaning you to me. We need one last thing for my public."
Puzzled Wonder Woman reread the letter. It made no sense. Cautiously she began to don the Amazon costume; the crested bustier, the star spangled briefs, the calf high red boots. Her Amazon girdle, tiara and bracelets, she noted, with resignation, were still missing.
Wearing her costume had given her confidence a small boost but she still felt dazed and disoriented. She thought briefly of the coffee she had just taken - probably laced with some drug. She made her way out of her room and walking down a corridor heard female voices from what seemed to be the direction of the garden. The bright sunlight dazzled her as she emerged outside. She was surrounded by a large number of well-dressed women only a few of whom were in uniform. She noticed one or two holding rather professional looking cameras but most were clasping nothing more threatening that a champagne glass. Bewildered by this new situation she was barely aware that Paula had appeared, dressed in sweater and slacks, and was speaking to the group.
"Welcome to our little celebration, everyone. Two years ago in a setting quite similar to that, my guest Wonder Woman and I had a little tussle. I would like you to see us recreate this for you but with a different outcome."
The audience looked expectantly for the battle to commence but Paula seemed to be in no hurry. Wonder Woman suddenly began to feel faint. Her vision became blurred and images of those around seemed to dance before her. Reeling she grasped a nearby table for support. The Baroness had drugged her! In her tableau she wanted to leave nothing to chance.
As the Amazon reeled from the effects of the drug, she was pushed to the ground by a strapping young female guard. When she tried in vain to get off her hands and knees the Baroness delivered a might kick on her exposed rump. Wonder Woman howled and fell forward, tumbling down the hill. Paula followed and continued kicking her distraught victim who was given no chance to recover. The Amazon was unable to reduce her momentum or recover her balance and throughout the whole length of the slope, Paula kicked the heroine mercilessly. The blows were painful but not terminal. They ensured. Wonder Woman remained down, was incapable of fighting back and made satisfactory sobbing and wailing noises, ill befitting an Amazon Princess. By the time she reached the bottom of the slope, the combined effects of the drugs and the blows had rendered Wonder Woman quite incapable of offering any defence. Paula prepared to deliver the 'coup de gras', pulling her groggy captive to her feet by her long raven hair. Then seizing the front of the Amazon's bustier Paula tore it down to her waist releasing and expose her legendary breasts. The dazed Wonder Woman made no move to cover herself but stood swaying in front of her nemesis.
The audience had emitted a collective gasp at the sight of the bare breasted Amazon but seeing the big woman with her back to a muddy fishpond, all could predict what would happen next. Paula stepped forward and grasping one of Wonder Woman's breasts in each hand, squeezed then pushed. The Amazon flew backwards into the pool with a huge splash. The photographers present had taken care to capture each stage of the action and they now worked overtime at its climax. Wonder Woman thrashed around in the shallow muddy pond.
"Behold, ladies, the mighty Wonder Woman. Diana, the Amazon Princess in all her glory!"
It seemed to take forever before Wonder Woman managed to clamber to her feet. Her hair was soaked and soiled with slime her face and huge breasts were streaked with mud. Her boots were overflowing with dirty water.
Paula turned to her guards in triumph,
"Justice has been done. I have taken my revenge. You may deliver this baggage back to Fausta."
The German's curt dismissal of the pathetic figure added to the pain. Wonder Woman had been terribly abused but being treated as an object of ridicule was worst of all. Making an unsuccessful attempt to hide her nude upper body, she stumbled out of the pond and slunk away in ignominy followed closely by the guards.
FAUSTA'S PLAN REVEALED
A few mornings later Wonder Woman awoke feeling ill. She rushed into the bathroom and vomited violently. The spent part of the day in bed but felt better towards the evening and was able to spend some time in the work-out room. Since her return from being a 'visitor' of the Baroness, Fausta had been absent on a trip to Berlin. She was due back the next day and Wonder Woman wondered what fresh ordeals were in store.
The following morning, she was sick once again and had returned to bed when Fausta appeared.
"I hear you are ill," said the German, solicitously.
"I must have eaten something - maybe food poisoning," groaned the distraught Amazon.
"I think not. There is a simpler explanation. You are experiencing the early stages of pregnancy."
Wonder Woman's jaw dropped in disbelief. She shook her head refusing to accept what Fausta was saying.
"I cannot be pregnant. I have not slept with a man. This is impossible."
Fausta smiled grimly. "But you slept with me and with the Baroness. We both fucked you. I fucked you many times and you loved it. You screamed for more"
"Wonder Woman thought she was going to go mad. She put her hands over her ears as if to block out the horrid message she had heard."
"You really are a fool, Wonder Woman. Did you really believe that I was pumping you with warm milk. Our scientists here in Germany are the best in the world and have been working for many years on fertility. This is result. You have been inseminated by artificial means. Six months from now, you will produce, what I hope will be, a perfect child; a product of a magnificent female body and the Reich's gynecological pre-eminence."
Wonder Woman sank back onto the bed stunned by the blunt but obvious truth. Plunged into the depths of despair, she put her head in her hands and began to cry. She sobbed that this could not be happening to her. And she continued to cry and protest her predicament until Fausta left her. She remained like this for the next week, refusing to be consoled as the morning sickness continued until she slowly began to come to terms with her condition.
One morning, another week on, she was taken in her Wonder Woman costume to a room in the castle where a movie camera had been set up. Fausta was there and she commanded the Amazon to kneel in front of the camera.
"We are going to send a little film to your Allied friends. When the camera starts, you will say this." She handed the Amazon a single sheet of paper.
Wonder Woman scanned the document. Then she raised her head in defiance. For the first time in many weeks, her eyes shone with Amazon pride.
"Never! I will never agree to this! I shall not do it even if you kill me."
"I doubt if that will be necessary." Replied Fausta, producing Wonder Woman's lasso and brandishing it before the stricken heroine's eyes.
One week later in a private cinema in the basement of the Pentagon, Colonel Steve Trevor and General Blenkenship sat down to watch a film had been delivered via the Swiss Embassy. The production was not Hollywood quality but its message was clear.
"Good day, gentlemen. My name is Colonel Fausta Grables of the Wehrmacht. I have contacted you as the representative of the Reich. I wish to negotiate the release of 50 senior German officers currently held as prisoners of war by your army in England. In return we will release into your care the vigilante know as Wonder Woman. Since America entered the war in December 1941 she has constantly interfered with our plans and sabotaged our war efforts. She has been responsible for the deaths of up to one hundred or our soldiers and agents. My mission has been to defeat and capture her. I have succeeded in this endeavor and have taken steps to ensure that she will no longer pose any danger to our country."
The camera panned back to reveal Wonder Woman, kneeling on the floor, arms trussed with her own lasso. Her long raven hair had fallen across her face. Her head was bowed in shame. It was a rather poor quality film but it was it was possible to see the fear etched in her beautiful face and the tears glistening in her eyes.
"General, Steve, I am sorry. I was defeated and captured by Fausta three months ago. Since then she has given me the opportunity to escape if I could beat her in a fair contest. On every occasion, she has prevailed and I have submitted to her. If you do not do as she asks, she will hand me over to the SS and they will torture and kill me. If you value anything I have done for you and for the United States, please agree to her request. I beg you. Please don't let this happen to me."
And to the horror of the Colonel and the General, Wonder Woman, the amazing Amazon, the once invincible heroine, burst into tears. She knelt on the floor at Fausta's feet. Through her sobs, she could be heard cravenly begging the triumphant German woman for mercy.
The screen flickered and then faded. The performance was over. Blenkenship and Trevor sat quietly in the darkened cinema. There seemed to be only one thing they could do.
POSTSCRIPT
In late March 1945, the Allied Armies had crossed the Rhine. The Russians were laying siege to Berlin. On Paradise Island, the Amazon Princess, Diana gave birth to a baby daughter with fair hair and blue eyes.