More of Donna

Rolling her onto her stomach, you pull her bound wrists over her head and down towards her feet in a captive tie. You follow up by roping her ankles together until she's hogtied, her long, slender legs on full display. The T-shirt got hiked up and barely covers her tight little ass.

"So lemme guess,” Donna continues talking like absolutely nothing’s wrong. “You went out once or twice. she didn't want to see you again, so you went all stalker mode."

You shrug, "I mean, you're not that far off."

She continues, "Even tho you obviously know who she is, which normally would take some pretty big balls. But you still elected to sneak up and ambush her like a coward, so I'm going to go with incredibly stupid."

"Except it worked. Stupid would've been trying to take her - or you - in a stand-up fight."

Donna shrugs noncommittally. "So how did you find out about," her gaze sweeps the room, "all this?”

"How did I learn Wonder Woman's secret identity and home address? Good question. But since I'm not the one tied up with a magic truth serum rope, I think we'll leave that a mystery for now." You run your hand up her bound legs, starting at the ankle.

"Speaking of magic truth ropes - what brings you to New York and who knows you're here?" Your hand rounds her knees and starts up her firm thighs.

"Following up on a lead in a case I'm investigating." The lasso doesn't require more details unless you ask for them, and you don’t really care. "My colleague Raven knows I'm in town, but she doesn't know about this apartment. And you want to stop your hand from going any further unless you want it snapped off."

Your hand has in fact reached that delightful spot where her thighs connect to her firm ass.

"That's funny, your sister said basically the same thing the first time we met. And yet here I am, all bones intact." You hitch your pinkie under the hem of her T-shirt and lift it up revealing - among other things - that Donna Troy doesn't wear panties to bed.

Donna slowly shakes her head. "And just like that we're back to stupid. I will get out of this, and when I do you will regret it."

You pull her shirt up further, revealing her firm buttocks. "Well obviously if you got free I would regret that. But again we're just re-hashing a conversation I already had with Diana," you slide your hand up onto one tight ass cheek. "And that turned out okay for me." You give her ass a squeeze. "Really nice ass by the way. Your sister's is a little juicier, but yours is more like Olympic Beach Volleyball body."

"Gosh, thanks Mister," her voice dripping with sarcasm.

The younger Amazon freezes as you click open your gravity knife.

"Don't thank me yet; we've only just started."