She arrived in her Wonder Woman costume, bl*ck thigh-high boots hugging her legs, the golden tiara resting just above a playful but curious expression. The invite promised a small costume party — nothing wild, just “a l*ttle themed fun with close friends.” She knocked, heart fluttering with anticipation.

When he opened the door, something felt... off.

No costume. No drinks. Just him — standing casually, almost too calm, with the faintest smirk at the corner of his mouth.

“They’re just in the other room,” he said, gesturing toward a door at the end of the hall. “Go on in. I’ll be right there.”

She stepped inside, expecting laughter or music.

Instead, there was silence.

No guests. Just an empty room.

Then—his hand. Firm and sudden, clamping over her mouth from behind, dragging her back against his chest. Her gasp was muffled, body writhing in surprise. He whispered low and slow, voice like a lock clicking shut.

“There was never a party... only you.”

In the next moment, she was in his bedroom — shoved down onto the bed, wide-eyed and breathless. A large white b*ll gag was secured between her lips and buckled tight, silencing any protest. Her wrists were pulled behind her back and tightly taped together. Then her ankles... bound with strong, silver tape while she still wore the iconic red, bl*e, and gold of her costume.

Cut.

When the scene resumes, the costume is gone.

She’s bare now — stripped, vulnerable, and already moaning behind the gag. Her legs are bent and taped into a deep frog-tied position, thighs spread wide. The wand b*zzes between her soaked folds, pressed hard as her body trembles under his touch. Every moan is gag-muffled, every twitch an invitation for more. She’s wet, aching, unable to do anything but take it.

Her body gives in once... then again.

Still not finished, he slides into her from behind, grabbing her taped thighs for leverage. Her cries grow louder, raw and breathy behind the b*ll gag. She’s drooling, writhing, and entirely at his mercy.

Then he flips her over onto her stomach and slides underneath her, guiding her mouth down onto him as she gags and moans, her body still shaking from everything he’s done to her.

For the final act, he binds her into a strict hogtie — wrists and ankles locked tight with tape, then one long strip pulled from her gag, wrapped all the way back to her taped feet. She’s locked in place, face flushed, gag stretched tight across her mouth as drool slips down her chin.

She squirms... she moans...

She never got her party —

But she got everything her body didn’t know it needed.

And she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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