Dizzy Diana

It’s the next morning before you make it back to check on your guest. Not that anyone can tell what time of day it is in the underground bunker.

You open the cell door and walk into a sauna. The lights klick on and the rotating frame stops in the upright position. A bedraggled Diana Prince blinks against the light, her eyes glazed. She hangs limply in the frame, panting, dizzy from the hours of spinning, her green dress soaked completely through with sweat, and clinging to her body like it’s painted on. Her black hair is a matted, tangled, sweaty mass stuck to her clammy face and neck.

Somehow she manages to make even that look good.

Then the smell hits you and you realize she both pissed and shit herself over the last 16 hours, which is hardly surprising. The continuous rotation meant it went everywhere, the floor, the frame, her dress, and her hair. That part is considerably less sexy, but you don’t hate the degradation.

Wonder Woman’s eyes start to focus on you and she tries to speak, but her voice is too dry. You walk over to her, and hold up an open bottle of spring water. Again she tries to speak and fails. You hold it up to her lips and let a few precious drops roll onto her parched lips. She opens her mouth for more, but instead you lean in and speak directly into her ear, “Damn, Princess, you stink like an outhouse in July!"

An expression passes over her face, a mix of chagrin and desperation. But before she can use her words you turn around and walk back over to the wall control panel. There’s a loud buzz and suddenly Diana falls free from the frame, collapsing on the ground. She tries to stand but after 16 hours her balance is completely shot and she staggers into the wall. That’s when the fire hose hits her, washing off sweat, urine, and feces. She screams her outrage to the ceiling as you hose her down.

You shut the hose off and walk over to where she’s kneeling on the floor. She sees you coming and staggers to her feet. She tries to fight but between the power dampeners and the dizziness she can barely stand. You catch her arm to hold her upright, and pour a little more water in her mouth.

“Can I be honest with you, Diana? That dress has seen better days. Might be time to take it out of rotation, no pun intended.” Her eyes narrow when you flick open the gravity knife, but all she can do is watch as you slash the green material between her breasts, cutting it all the way up to the neckline. The sodden dress falls open revealing a generous amount of cleavage. You grab the tattered dress in both hands and roughly rip it from her body until it falls to the floor in a pile. A few flicks with the knife and her bra joins the pile.

Completely naked now, Diana manages to pull free from your grip, but again falls on her ass. A few seconds later and the stream of cold water hits her again. “C'mon Amazon, we need to get you clean!” you yell over the sound of the hose. You are somewhat surprised when she obliges, presenting herself to the punishing spray, turning around to expose her back, soaking her hair, and even pulling her ass cheeks apart to wash her backside. I guess she didn’t enjoy being covered in shit either. She also manages to catch a little water and drink it, which is smart.

Eventually you shut off the hose and Wonder Woman collapses to the floor: wet, naked, and exhausted. The water and everything with it runs down the floor drain. For a moment, the room is quiet except for the sound of dripping water.

“You’re welcome,” you say into the silence.

“I. Am going. To kill you.” Diana pants.