A very different dinner

The second you step outside the cell and out of range of the power dampeners, your captive lets out a relieved sigh and stands up straighter. Everything about her seems to grow in stature and subtle power. She’s no longer just Diana, she is once again the Wonder Woman.

“Better?” you ask conversationally.

“Like emerging into the summer sun after a long winter’s hibernation,” she replies, making it sound like the most luxuriant thing ever. Her voice is once again clear and confident. But she doesn’t resist when you tug on her lasso/leash and lead her down the hallway.

You lead her into the facility’s small dining facility, all metal tables and plastic chairs. She sits in the chair you indicate; you tie her wrists to the chair with the lasso and sit down across from her.

The Amazon looks at the cardboard food containers on the table and raises one flawless eyebrow. “Fast food burgers?” she says skeptically, but you can hear her stomach growling.

“Fast casual. Totally different.” You open the container to reveal a satisfyingly juicy cheeseburger.

“I stand corrected,” she says, her face still giving nothing away as you dump the fries into the top half of the container.

“Between our last meal and that dress, this is the best my budget can manage at the moment.” You dip a French fry in their “exclusive” spicy ketchup and hold it up in front of Diana’s mouth. She waits just a second, as if to prove she doesn’t have to, then opens her mouth. You feed her a fry and watch as she chews and swallows it.

If she’s trying to mask her enjoyment, she fails miserably. “That is legitimately the best French fry I’ve had since I came to Man’s World.” She says appreciatively.

“Right?!” you say with a grin. “More?”

“Yes please, then I would like to sample the burger.”

You watch her eyes as you feed her the first bite of the burger, and they actually roll back in her head with ecstasy. “You are a vile, evil, kidnapper and pervert but before I break your neck you must tell me where you got this burger!”

“I dunno Princess, you can't expect me to give up all my secrets just like that?” She opens her mouth to retort but you shove fries in there instead. She doesn’t seem to mind.

For the next several minutes, you alternate between feeding her bites of cheeseburger and giving her fries. Every now and then you hold up a soda with a straw for her to drink out of; she doesn’t seem to enjoy the taste, but recognizes she needs the fluids. There is something deeply intimate about the scene, about you feeding her; you know she feels it too, and you’re pretty sure that at least a part of her enjoys it.