What does Donna get?

"But first things first. I believe someone mentioned a bathroom break?" You scoop up the Girl Wonder and carry her into the bathroom. She doesn't say anything, but you can practically feel her relief when the toilet comes in view. Followed by tension as you carry her past the toilet, past the ginormous walk-in shower, and deposit her none too gently face down in the bathtub.

"Hang out here for a bit, and do whatever you need to do," you say as you tie the end of the lasso to the faucet fixture. "I'll be back in a jiff." She manages to keep her expression neutral but her eyes glare daggers at you as you pat her head condescendingly.

Heading back through the living room, you exit out into the hallway and duck back into the maintenance room. It only takes a couple minutes to clean up your surveillance nest, replacing the wall panel that hides all your work. Collecting up your gear, you wheel the large suitcase out into the hall, lock the door, and return to the apartment.

You peek in on Donna but she’s still lying in the tub fighting the urge to pee. Moving quickly but carefully, you install a couple pinhole cameras inside heating vents, giving you clear views of the living room and bathroom. You clean up the bedroom, straightening out the furniture that got disturbed during your brief wresting match and putting fresh sheets on the bed. You even wipe down the kitchen just to be safe. Once everything looks undisturbed, you return to the Amazon in the bathtub.

"Your eyeballs are looking a little yellow there," you tell her as you take control of the lasso again. "Not sure what you think you're trying to prove."

"Perhaps I just don't want to give you the satisfaction," Donna snarls.

"Oh my satisfaction is guaranteed, I promise you." You run your hand along her firm thigh up to her hip. "The only person you're denying is yourself. Now we have a long trip ahead of us, and I am not stopping for bathroom breaks. So you can either go before we leave, or you can go later and have to lay in it for the whole trip."

Donna meets your gaze. Her expression doesn't change, but after a few seconds the smell of urine hits your nose and you can hear pee trickling down the drain. The way she's laying means the piss runs underneath her stomach and her tits squished against the floor of tub. She does her best to lift her head up out of the way but some of her long black hair gets wet.

"Is that everything?" you ask after a long moment when the urine flow has stopped, "You wouldn't be holding anything back? Maybe thinking you'll let some out later hoping to make a mess someone might notice? You wouldn't do that, would you?"

She glares at you some more, then looks away as she resumes wetting herself. Man, she really did have to go!