Tough luck

“I suppose we should do something about that knee,” you say as you play out some the length from the never-ending Golden Lasso. “It certainly wouldn’t do to cripple one of Earth‘s best defenders. I’d feel pretty stupid the next time aliens invade or whatever and you're stuck on the bench.”

Wonder Woman nods, acknowledging your point, but doesn’t say anything. She’s busy gritting her teeth, either from the pain or from the effort of pressing down on her bindings to keep her body lifted and keep weight off her injured leg.

“I assume your Amazing Amazon metabolism could heal this pretty quickly if these dampeners were turned off?” You thread the cord through the rope harness around Diana‘s waist and run it down through her crotch.

“Yes,” her eyes narrow as she says it.

“How long?” Measuring carefully, you tie several knots in the lasso.

“Two or three days,” she says cautiously, still speaking through clenched teeth.

“Versus weeks or months with the dampeners on, and no guarantee it will heal correctly.” You secure the crotch rope to the ropes on her back, positioning it so one knot is set right over her clitoris and the second over her anus.

Diana shivers slightly from the intimate contact. “I suppose so. Tho I don’t see how that’s going to help,” she says, referring to the crotch rope.

“Oh, I think it’ll be a great help,” you say, “Not to your leg, probably. But not everything’s about you missy.”

“Silly me.”

“OK, so here’s what we’re going to do. That little stunt of yours pretty much demands punishment. The real thing, not this junior varsity crap we’ve been playing around with. You knew that’s what would happen if you failed, and you made your choice. So now it’s going to happen.” You can tell she’s starting to feel the effort of holding her body up with her arms. “When we’re done at the end of the day, I will leave you tied up in here, but I will turn off the power dampeners so you can heal. I will even give you water and food. On one condition.”

Diana gives you an extremely skeptical look.

“That you swear on the Lasso you will not try to escape or leave this room or damage anything, or attack me for the next three days. After three days, your knee should be healed, I switch the dampeners back on and we’re back where we are now, but you have two working legs.”

“I can’t possibly agree to that!” Wonder Woman says. “Agreeing to be your docile captive is against everything the Amazons stand for.”

“Yeah I can appreciate that. But the alternative is I abuse and torment you anyway, but the dampeners stay on. The leg heals at its own much slower pace and we just hope everything works right after all is said and done.” You make some adjustments to the crotch rope.

“I won’t beg an enemy to show me what should be basic human kindness,” the warrior woman snarls.

“Oh you’ll beg all right, but not now; that’ll come much later. This is simply an agreement that serves the best interests of all parties. I protect my investment, if you’ll pardon the term, and you ensure you’ll be able to continue fighting the good fight after it’s all over. Besides, I would think someone with two good legs is more likely to find another opportunity to escape than someone with only one.”

She thinks about that for a minute. Her arms start to shake ever so slightly from the effort of holding herself up; honestly it’s impressive she’s made it this long without superpowers.

“Very well,” she says. “If you agree to give me time to heal without these cursed dampeners, I swear to make no effort to leave this room, nor damage you or any equipment, for 72 hours.”

“Agreed!” You snap the crutch rope into place. She gasps and her arms slip a little, dropping some weight onto her bad leg. She makes no noise, but the strain is evident on her face as she struggles to push herself back up.

“How does this feel?” you ask as you run your fingers along her crotch rope, checking the tension and positioning.

“Painful,” she says through gritted teeth, “Yet oddly arousing.”

“That, my darling Princess, that is about to become your whole life.”