Unboxing Day

Sometime later, you open the suitcase and drink in the sight of its carefully packed contents: Donna Troy, bound hand and foot, and gagged in that tight red bodysuit, lays inside just as you left her. She looks up at you and blinks against the sudden light.

Donna isn’t the first woman you’ve had tied up in your basement, tho she’s definitely the most beautiful. More importantly she’s the first superheroine, and that’s a whole different ballgame! You take a long moment to appreciate the view: the way the lasso bites into her arms and legs; the contrast between her heroic costume and the tight bondage; the brave set of her jaw as she tries to appear calm and in control; the way her eyes tell a very different story.

You stand the suitcase upright and tip it forward until the bound Amazon falls out to land unceremoniously on the bare stone floor. Donna looks around, trying to focus on her surroundings. You're in the basement of the house you're renting. It's about half-finished, bare stone walls and floor giving it a distinctly Silence of the Lambs vibe. The lighting is all bare bulbs. There is no obvious exit.

Donna's face pales. The supervillains that usually capture her must have much nicer torture facilities, because you feel like the dismal squalor has put her off balance.

Without preamble, you grab her hair and drag her to the center of the room. You untie her arms and legs, and haul her to her feet. Despite having been bound in a suitcase for 2 hours, she manages to get her balance back quickly enough. Pulling her arms behind her, you tie her wrists together with the lasso, then pull her elbows together and bind them that way, forcing her breasts to jut out. Then you throw the free end of the lasso over a reinforced beam and pull her arms up into a tight strappado, forcing her to bend over at the waist..

Throughout all this, Donna tries to keep up her I Will Get Free And Kill You face, but she's not half as good at it as her sister and her apprehension is showing. A small "Umph" sneaks past the gag when you pull her arms up, but otherwise she makes no attempt to speak.

You grab a spare piece of hemp cord and tie it to her long black hair - less curly and slightly less thick than Diana's but no less lovely. Pull the cord back forces her head up. You lightly run your fingers along her exposed neck and she tries to pull away, but the hair tie doesn't leave her enough room.

You remove the stuff gag from her mouth and she makes small spitting noises.

"Welcome home, Donna Troy. I know it doesn't look like much, but I think you're really going to hate it here."

She tries to spit in your face but her mouth is so dry it takes her a second to summon enough saliva, and that gives you enough time to back out of the way.

"Well that was lame," you say, stepping behind her to give her ass a good smack. The Amazon jerks in surprise at the sudden contact. "That's the sort of cliché token defiance the helpless damsel does in old movies because it's literally the only thing she can do. Hardly the sort of thing you'd expect from a brave Amazon warrior superhero." She stays silent. "C'mon, no pointless threats about how much trouble I'll be in when your friends get here? No reminder of the thrashing I'm going to get when you get free?" Still nothing. You grab the end of the lasso. "How long do you think it'll be before your friends come looking for you?"

"It could be awhile," she admits, "I'm not currently on active status with the League or the Titans or anyone. Depending on how busy my friends are, it could be several days before they get worried enough to come looking for me."

"Well that sucks. For you, I mean." You lean your head in close to hers and rub your cheek against hers. "I guess we'd better get started then." You plant a sloppy wet kiss on her cheek before pulling away.