Talk & Tie

You untie the lasso holding up Donna's arms. She falls forward and faceplants on the concrete floor, letting out an annoyed "Oomf!"

Then you kneel on her spandex covered ass and she lets out a genuine cry of pain. She says nothing as you untie her arms and pull them up over her head, then bind them together wrists to opposite elbows forming a box tie. You tie her long black hair around her forearms, locking them in place.

"Ok, this is starting to feel boring,” you say once you have ropes from each elbow thrown over a ceiling beam, holding her up. “If you're going to continue the silent treatment, we'll just have to move on to the Q&A. Ever have sex with a supervillain?"

"No," she says immediately, then after a beat adds, "Tho Dr. Light used to grope me whenever he got me tied up. Dirty old creep."

You tighten the ropes, pulling her upright until she’s standing on her toes. "And how did that make you feel?"

"Um, like I was being pawed by some dirty old creep with bad breath. No part of it was any kind of a turn on. Sorry to disappoint you."

"On the contrary, it's actually quite freeing.” You make a couple of hanging loops behind her. “See with Big Sis, I'm working to get her to accept her deep-seated fetish. So I have to go slow and careful and always watch that I'm not pushing her too far too fast.” You squat down behind her, running your hands over her hips and down her legs. “But with you, I don't have to worry about that. I can just...” You abruptly yank both her feet out from under her, “…indulge myself."

Donna lets out a gasp as all her weight suddenly falls on her arms…and her hair "Have you ever wanted to fuck a supervillain?" You ask casually, as you run her feet through the two hanging loops

"No, I... okay, Poison Ivy. But everyone wants to have sex with her." Yeah, you can’t really argue with that one. You start to say something but Donna blurts out "And maybe Black Adam, dammit.”

“Heh, so even superheroines aren’t immune to the sullen misunderstood loner shtick, huh?” You pull her legs up to the same level as her arms, bowing her back in a position that you wouldn’t dare try on a non-Amazon. "Best sex you've ever had?"

"Green Lantern. Ky…the young one."

"Not Guy Gardner then?" Holding her leg up, you slowly pull off one black foot and retie the rope around her ankle.

"No. Gross."

Something in the way she reacts to the name is off, so you stop and ask, "Worst sex you ever had?"

"Eechh... dammit, Guy Gardner. Drunken hookup after a League Christmas party. Tell anyone," she says over your peals of laughter, "and I will kill you!"

"That's what you're going to kill me for?" as you take off her other boot, letting it fall to the floor with a thud.

"Among other things," she mutters under her breath.