Angel-on-angel

With your hand in the small of her back, you guide Wonder Woman through the garden, past a stone table and bench. A-bottle of champagne is chilling in an ice bucket next to a charcuterie board that’s heavy on fresh fruit. Just beyond the table stands a statue of an angel, a little over 5’ tall including a small pedestal. She’s bending forward, her head bowed in her hands crying, wings outstretched. Pretty, if you like that sort of thing.

You lead Diana around behind the statue and lean her forward against it, her chest-pressed against the statue's curved back. You kick her legs wide apart until the Amazon's head is just above the angel's shoulders.

You wrap the lasso around her back and shoulders in an X, over one shoulder and under the opposite armpit, then around the statue until a pair of double loops secures her to the statue. Her arms you stretch out to her side and tie to the angel's wings. You pull her legs back and together until she's leaning at around a 40° angle, the ropes around her shoulders and arms keeping her from sliding off. Lifting one foot off the ground, you pull off her red boot, then do the same with the other foot.

Starting with her bare feet, you feel your way up her tanned, toned legs. You spend a moment appreciating her magnificently tight ass, then continue up over her strong hips, narrow waist, and strong back. You gather up her mane of black hair and brush it forward over one shoulder, uncovering her neck and upper back.

Diana holds her head high and stares straight ahead, her face impassive. But as you lean in close, your fingers grazing the base of her neck on their way into her hair, you feel a shiver that has nothing to do with fear run through her body.

Your hands trace over her bare shoulders and under her armpits around to her upper chest, then down to cup her perfect breasts through her costume. You think you hear the faintest hint of a moan, but you can't be sure. She definitely lets out a gasp when you roughly yank the costume down, freeing her breasts to press up against the cool marble angel. You pull the garment further down, working it over her hips and ass, then down her legs past her ankles to lay in a tangle on the grass around her feet. Then you bind her ankles together and pull them backwards, tying off the cord so that her legs are pulled straight and only her toes can touch the ground.

You stand and admire your handiwork. Wonder Woman's naked body is stretched out in a plank position, her upper body laying on the angel's back, arms outstretched. With her hair forward over one shoulder, every inch of her flawless body is on display from the base of her neck, down her strong back and firm ass, currently clenched due to the plank position. Her long, athletic legs are stretched to their full extent and tense from the position they’re in. Her entire body is smoothly muscled yet gloriously feminine. This view alone is worth the price of admission. And you're just getting started.

You collect her discarded costume and walk around in front to the table, draping the costume over one end of the bench. You pop open the champagne, pour yourself a glass, and sit on the other end of the bench. You sip the champagne and pop a fresh in your mouth as you gaze upon your captive.

Her head and neck are visible above the statue's bowed head, her black hair cascading down on one side. Her face set in a proud, stoic expression and she won’t meet your gaze, but she can't hide the excitement in her eyes. Her athletic arms stretch across the top of the angel's wings and her fists are clenched despite her attempt to look calm. You consider removing her tiara and bracers to complete her nudity, but honestly you like the look of them, and they remind you of exactly who you have at your mercy.

You take another sip of champagne. "So," you say, the end of the Lasso of Truth in your other hand, "Miss me?"