Back to the garage

Wonder Woman opens her eyes and blinks against the harsh fluorescent light. She’s sitting in a cheap metal chair in a mostly empty concrete room, maybe 20’ x 20’. There’s only one door, and you’re standing in front of it. “Welcome back, Princess.”

“Good to be back,” she mumbles as she tries to concentrate through the fog wrapping her brain. She tries to raise a hand to her head but they’re tied to the chair. Not with her unbreakable lasso, she realizes, but with simple zip ties. She flexes her arms to break them… but nothing happens.

“Aftereffects of Ms. Cale’s little cocktail. Muscle relaxants, neural inhibitors and a bunch of other stuff. Also makes your head a little wobbly is my understanding.”

“Veronica. I remember.” She looks around the room, her eyes a little more focused. “Where are we?”

“Back where it all began. The parking garage. Scene of our first date.” She shoots you a dirty look at your choice of words. “This was originally an exercise room but it was dank and creepy so no one ever used it. They eventually put in a nicer place upstairs and moved all the equipment, and this place got left empty.”

“How did we get away?”

You shrug, “She underestimated me. Offered me a job but it turns out I’m not that easy to buy after all.”

Her beautiful eyes go wide as the memory comes back. “She wanted to film a sex tape! Of me!”

“She was.”

She eyes you cautiously, “I take it that did not happen?”

You can’t help but grin as you pull out your phone and walk over to her, “I mean it sorta did. Just not the way she expected.”

You hold up your phone and show her part of the sex tape you made of Veronia. Diana's eyebrows climb up her forehead.

“Oh dear!” Several different expressions wrestle for control of her face. “That…that’s not…” She looks up at you. “She will kill you for this. Quite literally I’m afraid.”

“We came to an arrangement. I make sure the video never gets out, and as long as it doesn’t she won’t come after me or anyone around me.”

Diana considers this. “Victoria has many fine qualities, but I’m afraid a commitment to keeping her word isn’t among them…”

“I appreciate your concern for my well being." Another dirty look. "We both swore it on the lasso.”

She nods her head, “I see. Well thought out.” She looks down at the zip ties holding her to the chair. “So you rescued me from Veronica, only to make me your prisoner?”

You cross your arms over your chest. “Yeah, about that. I actually have a proposal.”

Diana raises one perfect eyebrow but says nothing.

“The first time I made you my captive I didn’t really defeat you myself. I just took advantage of an opportunity.”

“If that’s what you wish to call it.”

“And well I had this whole plan to ambush you in the elevator after dinner, but then Team Cale showed up and that plan when out the window.”

“How sad for you,” the Amazon says with a completely straight face.

“But with Veronica’s **** disrupting your super strength and such, now we have an opportunity to face each other as equals.”

Her perfect eyebrow goes for a new altitude record. “You wish to fight me?” she says disbelievingly. “What if I win?”

“Presumably I go to jail. Or maybe you just kick my ass. Whatever. But if I win?”

“Yes?”

Your eyes are fierce, “To the victor go the spoils. You remain my prisoner, you swear not to try and escape and to do whatever I say, and we explore this new BDSM side of yours.”

She thinks for a moment. “I have duties I cannot neglect, as a heroine, as a Princess and ambassador, and as a friend. But I would agree to be your…servant one day every year.”

“One day a month.” She opens her mouth to protest “Let’s assume that I demanded once a week and you bartered me down to once a month.”

She tilts her head to one side. “I won’t hurt anyone or break any laws.”

“Neither of those are on my to do list. Sure.”

Diana reflects for a long moment, but it’s obvious she’s going to agree.

“Very well. Face me in fair combat and I will agree to your terms. Shall we swear it on the…”

You hold up the lasso.