I’ll be watching you

You head out to the bunker’s main control room, throw the wet and tattered remains of the green dress over a chair, and plop down in front of the camera console. The monitor displays various views of the entrances & exits, a handful of empty cells, and of course Diana’s cell.

The naked heroine has finished throwing up and has moved across the room to sit against the wall, as far from the pool of bile as possible. It also puts her right next to the door, so she can try to jump you the next time you come in.

You watch as Wonder Woman leans over and wrings water out of her thick black hair, then leans back against the wall, hugging her legs to her bare chest. The video quality is good enough you can really enjoy the view. She sits like that for several minutes, chin held high, jaw set in anger – you can almost hear her inner dialogue giving herself a pep talk and telling her she’s an Amazon Princess and won’t let this break her blah blah.

Another monitor shows her heart rate and respiration. You watch as it slows down. You figure she probably didn’t get much sleep on the rotating rack. Sure enough it doesn’t take long until the monitor shows she is about to drop off to sleep.

Which is when you hit the button that sounds the world’s loudest air horn in her cell.

Diana leaps to her feet at the sound, ready for battle, but still pretty unsteady. She realizes what just happened and glares up at the ceiling, not even close to where the camera is actually concealed. She yells something, but you have the sound turned off because who cares what she’s saying.

After awhile, she sighs and sits back down. With nothing else to distract her, it’s barely ten minutes before she drifts off to sleep again, and you hit the air horn again.

Lather, rinse, repeat a few more times.

The Amazon tries walking around the cell to stay awake. She talks to herself. She sings: some songs in Greek, others in English. Her voice would probably sound better if her throat wasn’t so dry.

After a couple of hours, she gets up and starts doing some martial arts forms, having gotten over her dizziness. Spying on Wonder Woman as she spars imaginary opponents in her birthday suit is mesmerizing; you fap one out just watching. After awhile, exhaustion and dehydration start to impair her form, but she still looks fantastic.

You press a button and with a beep a wall panel slides open and a water bottle slides out. Wonder Woman looks up at the ceiling and mouths the word “Really?” She resists for over an hour before it becomes too much for her. She picks up the bottle, inspects it for puncture marks, then opens it and sniffs skeptically. Then she wets her fingers and uses them to wet her parched lips, her expression of relief almost orgasmic.

She waits several minutes to see if her lips go numb or whatever before taking a small, cautious sip. Several minutes after that, she lets herself have a larger sip. She continues to wait several minutes in between sips; you gotta admire her willpower.

After she’s finished the bottle, she leans her head back against the wall in relief. And sure enough after a few minutes she nods off to sleep. The sleeping gas being pumped into the room certainly helps with that. This time you don’t hit the alarm and let her drift away.

Time to switch things up.