Wonder Woman

A tall, statuesque woman was chained to the wall before her. Lois recognized her regal mien, the dark straight hair, the muscles like a bodybuilder and the large, prominent breasts on the wide chest.

Only, the reporter had never before seen Wonder Woman naked.

Heavy manacles scribed with strange characters bound wrist and ankle to the wall by short, thick chains; black steel bars wound about with more characters connected the ankle-manacles together and the wrist-manacles together, preventing the Amazon from closing either arms or legs. The total result was that Diana, princess of the Amazons, was bound in a figure X against the wall.

"How did you get here?" Lois asked as she wriggled forward through the fleshy orifice set in the wall. There was little else in the room—a single LED bulb provided light, and there was no apparent entrance or exit. Every surface seemed to be covered with living skin, the dark veins pulsing visibly, Wonder Woman's chains bolted directly into the flesh of the wall behind her. The air was warm and close...a vaguely animal odor, like a clean stable.

"It was my night off," the Amazon explained with a shrug. "I wasn't expecting foul play. I had a few drinks and then passed out. I suspect someone slipped me a sleeping draught in my cocktail. I woke up here, as you see me."

Lois swallowed. She certainly could see her. Wonder Woman's bush was thicker than Lois might have thought, although well-trimmed in a French bikini wax. The statuesque woman noticed Lois Lane's gaze as the reporter plopped out of the hole and onto the floor, but didn't seem to mind.

"I came here looking for some women," the reporter explained.

Diana smirked. "And you found one."

The reporter shook her had and explained how she had come here. The Amazon frowned and tested her bonds, muscles straining. Then she shook her head.

"The magic in these is too strong. We'll have to think of some other way to escape. Do you have any ideas?"

"Just one," Lois said.