Van life

After fifteen minutes of driving, you hear movement from the back indicating your cargo is waking up. You’re still a ways out from your destination, so you find a nice, quiet industrial site where you can park for a bit.

As soon as the engine shuts off, you step into the back of the van and sure enough Wonder Woman is wriggling around, her movements slow and dreamlike. The chloroform cloth has slipped off her face, and her eyelids flutter as she tries to fight off the fog. You squat down next to the hogtied heroine and take the end of the lasso in your hand. Leaning down until your mouth is next to her ear, you whisper, "Relax fraulein, there is no need to struggle." No idea where the German accent came from, but it seems appropriate, so you roll with it.

Diana stops moving immediately, but she turns her head in your direction, her unfocused eyes searching for the source of the voice. Grabbing a fistful of black hair, you gently turn her head away as you lay down beside her.

"That's it, just relax. Ve haff a long journey ahead of us." You let go of her hair and run the back of your hand down the side of her face, her neck, her shoulder blade, then down her arms to her bound wrists. You finish by giving her ass a good squeeze, which draws a moan of vague protest. "Shhh," you whisper gently as you grab the bottle of chloroform and soak the cloth again. "Sleep now, Vonder Voman.” You press the cloth over her mouth and nose. She tries to move her head to avoid it, but can't. “I haff some people just dying to meet you.”

Your free hand resumes groping her ass, which gets you another faint protest. But it fades quickly, and in a few minutes, so does she.

You tie the cloth in place - a little more securely this time - check her bindings, and get back in the driver’s seat.