Fun with the upside-down

You stand up and drink in the sight of the soaked superheroine before you, legs in the air, panties exposed for your viewing pleasure. Her wet dress hangs from her waist down over her torso, dripping water on her face and arms. Drenched, bedraggled, and shivering, she scarcely resembles the proud Amazon warrior you remember.

“I don’t su…suppose you could…turn the therm…thermostat up a n…notch?” she says, fighting to keep her voice steady through the shivers.

“Yeah, I could,” you move closer, “But let’s start with getting some of these wet clothes off you.” You fumble with her dress for a moment, find the belt holding it up, and unfasten it. The dress immediately falls down to catch on her breasts, exposing her bare torso and covering her head and shoulders. “There, that’s better.”

“I’m glad you think sooohhh…” a massive shiver runs through her body as you blow gently on her stomach while running your hands lightly from her hips down her waist and ribs. Gently, you ease the dress over her Amazonian breasts; it falls down to the lasso around her neck, hiding her head and arms, but exposing her strong, athletic figure. Gravity does amazing things to her already-amazing breasts, barely contained in a lacy blue bra.

You trace your fingers along the soft flesh on the underside of her bra, inducing another shiver. “Tell me Diana, how do you feel?”

It takes her a second to answer, “Cold.” Another second. “Exposed. ****. Weak. Anxious. But mostly cold.”

“You know what you look like?” Stroking her armpits earns you another quiver.

“I can…only imagine.”

“Fantastic. Breath-taking. Irresistible.” You lean in close to her face and whisper, “But not exactly heroic. Not like some Amazon warrior princess. You look like a scared, helpless girl.”

“I am neither…” she starts before another shudder hits her.

“A poor little **** girl who has displeased her master…”

“I’m not…” she tries again but can’t finish the sentence.

“…and knows she’s going to be punished for it.”

“I am… no man’s ****! I am an Amazon!”

“Are you?” Your fingertips brush the back of her neck. “Amazons are fierce, indomitable warriors.” Your fingers run up her spine. “Not silly girls who get caught by normies and hung upside down, wet and shivering like a helpless B-movie victim.”

“I was…careless…” Her shivering is getting worse; you’re starting to think it may not all be from the cold.

Your hands move to her flanks and start sliding back up towards her bra. “You let some random nobody tie you up with your own lasso, and then just a few days later you have dinner with the perv and let him capture you a second time!”

“I’m…not…”

“Real Amazons aren't so easy to conquer. And they certainly don’t get turned on by it now do they?”

“No…no they…shouldn’t.” The dress hides her face but she’s shaking so much it almost sounds like she’s crying.

“Ssshhh. It’s okay to admit it. Any real Amazon would be horrified at what you’ve let happen to you, wouldn’t they?” You give a gentle tug on the lasso tied around her neck.

“Ye…yes, they would.”

“You’re no heroine.” Your hands slide teasingly over her lace-covered breasts. “You are a victim.”

“No…no…”

“Weak and ****, you said it yourself.” One hand strokes the deep valley between her upside-down breasts, while the other slides up to her neck.

“I…I…”

You pull her dress up so you can see her face; between the cold and the blood rushing to her head, her normally flawless face is oddly splotchy. Her expression looks like she’s fighting to retain control of herself.

“Are you prepared to accept your punishment, little **** girl?”

“I…” her voice catches and she pauses to take a steadying breath.