Chapter 5: Resolution
Wonder Woman had had enough, the boxing gloves were coming off. At the sound of the bell she charged Tiny Terror like a bull. TT responded like a matador leading WW on a merry chase. Driving forward towards the little demon WW charges . TT , withe her back to the ropes, steps a side, lifting the top rope and lowering the middle one she catches WW who goes head under heals and ends up tangled in the ropes her butt up and her head down
. TT uses the opportunity to her advantage and swiftly strips WW, pulling down her shorts and stars and stripes top. WW is left in nothing but her bra and panties. TT takes a quick glimpse to admire WW's toned physique, but she doesn't let it distract her. She quickly moves on to the next step and pulls out a pacifier, a diaper, and a baby bonnet from the corner of the ring. WW is confused and tries to protest, but TT has no sympathy.
She lifts WW by the armpits, roughly placing her in the diaper. WW kicks and squirms, but TT cocks back her arm and slaps WW across the face. "Be a good girl, Princess, or I'll give you more of this." she says, with a sadistic grin on her face.
WW whimpers, tears streaming down her face as TT buckles the diaper around her waist. WW can't believe what's happening to her, but she can't bring herself to resist.
She's never been so humiliated, so defeated, but there's a strange excitement building up inside of her. TT removes WW's bra and throws it aside, leaving her in just a diaper, a baby bonnet, and a pair of kitten-shaped mittens. WW's nipples harden under the cool air of the penthouse apartment as she blushes with embarrassment. But before she can say anything, TT comes closer and leans down to take WW's breast in her mouth.
WW gasps as she feels TT's tongue swirl around her nipple, teasing it to attention. TT then moves to the other breast, paying it the same wanton attention. WW moans and writhes in her restraints, feeling a warmth spread through her body and settle in her core.
TT moves up to kiss WW on the lips, plundering her mouth with her tongue. WW responds eagerly, their tongues dueling in a dance of desire.
TT's hands roam over WW's body, feeling the muscles ripple with each movement. WW's hands are just as busy, groping and grabbing at TT's body.
TT then takes charge and pushes WW onto the ground, straddling her waist. WW's body is completely at TT's mercy, and she loves every minute of it. TT grinds her hips into WW's, reveling in the feeling of their hot, wet bodies pressed together.