A different garage

The next time Wonder Woman regains consciousness, you've reached your destination: an old, abandoned gas station on the outskirts of town. Bolt cutters took care of the padlock on the garage door so you could pull the van into the mechanic's bay and pull the door back down

Diana starts to wake, lifting her head and moving her body tentatively. Her head swings from side to side as she realizes she can't see anything, only slowly becoming aware of the blindfold over her eyes.

She's tied with her golden lasso, hanging by her arms stretched out in a Y between two vehicle lifts, her feet dangling a foot above the concrete floor. A loop of the lasso is tied around her neck, holding her head up but not quite tight enough to choke her.

Gradually, her movements become stronger and more focused. She tries to say something and realizes her mouth has been taped shut. That seems to clear the fog from her head and she starts tugging against the bindings holding her wrists.

You pull the end of the lasso and the noose around her neck tightens, pulling her head up until her neck is supporting most of her weight. "Stop struggling and relax," you command, and immediately she stops fighting and hangs limply in her restraints. You assume the noose around her neck won’t do more than make her uncomfortable, but whether it's another special property of the lasso or because you ordered her to relax, it quickly becomes apparent she can't breathe. Interesting. After a minute or so, you give the lasso some slack until most of the weight is back on her arms, and she's able to take a couple deep breaths through her nostrils.

The Princess starts making indignant noises, but you can't make out any words through the tape. “You just hang tight for a few more minutes, Princess. There’s 15 minutes left in the auction and the bidding is up to $10 million.” You cringe slightly when you realize you forgot about the German accent. Oh well, let her wonder if she imagined it.

She tries to say something in response, but again you can’t tell what. “Oh, and there’s a bucket underneath you if you need to use it. I have baby wipes.” She doesn’t even try to reply to that one.

You tap away on a keyboard for maybe five minutes, strictly for the sound effect, then get up and walk back over to your captive. “We’ve had a request from the audience,” you say as your hand slides up Diana’s thigh to her firm ass. You move around behind her, your hand sliding around to her stomach. Your other hand traces down one outstretched arm to her armpit. (No tickle reaction, dammit.) “Bidding has stalled at $15 million, and bidders have requested a better look at the merchandise.” Your hands reach her plump breasts, give them a nice squeeze, then grab the top of her costume and slowly pull it down exposing her tits.

Diana yells a protest into her gag - you’re pretty sure you make out the word `depraved’ - but you don’t let that stop you from pulling the costume the rest of the way down over her hips until it comes loose and falls free into your hands, leaving the Champion of All Women hanging there in nothing but her boots, bracelets, tiara, and a pair of sapphire blue panties.

She continues to sputter in anger as you walk back over to the computer and resume making click-clack noises with the keyboard. “Excellent!” you declare. “If you’ve ever felt insecure about your looks, you should know the price just jumped to $20 million based solely on your titties.” You can practically hear her eyes rolling, but she doesn’t try to say anything.

You pretend to type for another five minutes, but mostly you’re just enjoying the view of the naked Amazon hanging in front of your eyes.

Finally, you let out a satisfied sigh, and walk back over to The Merchandise. “$27 million! That’s how much the Dark Web thinks you are worth in case you ever wondered. No pun intended.” You grab her hips with both hands. “I have sold a lot of women in my time, but I’ve never seen a bidding frenzy like that before.” She says nothing as your hands work their way up her sides. “They say you can judge someone by the quality of their enemies, and you have made a LOT of very rich enemies."

She tenses up slightly as your hands grip her exposed breasts, and your thumbs begin gently teasing her nipples, already peaking from the cool air. “Your new owner will be here to pick you up in a couple hours. How shall we pass the time?”