A prison cell

Wonder Woman jerks awake as the stream of cold water hits her.

Her shocked cry turns into coughing as she gets a face full of water. She tries to twist away from the water but she’s restrained, hanging from her arms with her feet bound below her, stretching her body into an X shape. She tries to see where the high pressure spray is coming from, but while she herself is brightly lit everything around her is swallowed in darkness.

Her expression hardens and she tenses her muscles to break loose from her restraints…

Nothing happens. The bonds holding her don’t even budge.

You shut off the firehose and the captive heroine gasps in relief, blinking against the spotlight she’s under. She gulps in a couple of deep breaths as she looks around at her situation. She’s still wearing her green dress from earlier, her wrists and ankles manacled to the inside of a metal frame. Above the frame, a ring of deep red lights is barely visible around the edge of the ceiling. Her expression changes as she recognizes the power dampeners.

She opens her mouth to bark a command or a threat or whatever, but you turn the hose back on and the spray hits her in the face; she shakes her head furiously, wet black hair flinging around. You click a button and the frame rotates horizontally until she’s facing away from you and you hose down her backside.

“I swear you will regret this!” Diana screams now that she can breathe, the effect slightly undercut by the coughing fit that follows from the water that went down the wrong pipe. Another switch rotates the frame vertically until she’s upside down, black hair cascading down to the floor. Her green dress slides down exposing the full length of her well-toned legs and her perfectly rounded ass, barely covered by a thin pair of blue panties.

“It takes more than a little water to…” her defiant shout is cut off as she gets another face full of water. You run the spray up her inverted body until the stream hits her in the crotch and she winces in pain. Then you shut it off.

It only takes a couple seconds for the Amazon warrior to get her breath back and for enough water to run off for her to yell “Show yourself coward!”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” you toggle a different switch and bring up the rest of the lights, revealing a bare cell room roughly 20’ square.

“So,” Diana spits, “H.I.V.E. left some old equipment behind for you to scavenge.” Despite the bravado, she’s clearly freezing from all the cold water.

You set the frame to a steady vertical rotation. “Basically. This whole section was walled off and untouched.” She’s facing the floor, ass towards you. “I stumbled on it while working the garage.” Now she’s upright and facing away from you. “The tricky part was re-attaching the security system in the elevator without anyone from the restaurant noticing.” Now she’s facing the ceiling, head towards you, wet hair hanging below her. “But where there’s a will, there’s a way.” Now she’s back upside down, facing you, dress and hair both succumbing to gravity again.

“W..wh…why bother with the restaurant if this was y…yo...your intent all along?” she asks, stuttering and shaking from the cold.

You shrug, “I mean I was hoping you’d say yes and we wouldn’t have to go to…” you gesture around the cell, “…Plan B. But I’m happy with how it all turned out, aren’t you?”

“N…not particularly,” she admits.

“Ah well, you can’t please everyone.” You smile at the dripping wet and shivering woman, admiring how the wet dress clings to her figure. “I guess being cold is something you normally don’t have to worry much about. Kinda hits different without superpowers, doesn’t it?”

She pauses to steady her voice before saying, “It does.”