Master...

Slowly, I walk toward Wonder Woman, moving between her legs as the table locks into place.

"No, no... It’s pronounced 'Master'.” I say as my hands reach out on either side, caressing her soft skin. I move higher up along her legs. "So perfect, the ideal woman... or so they say.” I whisper softly. Reaching her smooth thighs, I massage and caress them slowly, rubbing and feeling her bare flesh.

“You are no master!! Don’t touch me!” Diana lashes out, her hips arching forward as she tries to pull free, still hearing the moans of Batgirl and Supergirl from the monitor.

"Now, now, dear Diana... may I call you, Diana? We are going to be together for a long time.” I tell her as my hands continue their journey higher over her thighs, tracing slowly over her hips and down her waist. "We should become more intimately familiar with each other." I smile, staring down at her as my hands move over her sides and back up her chest, caressing her breasts slowly once again.

The cries and moans of the other girls encourage Diana to keep trying. Wonder Woman bucks and thrashes, throwing her body up against the restraints, only to slam back down onto the cold metal slab. "You may not call me that... and I will never get familiar with you!”

"That's a shame. Here I was hoping that we could even become more than friends. Very well." I grab hold of the top of her costume, yanking it down with a powerful jerk, ripping the fabric off as her full breasts are exposed and burst free. "Wonder Whore will have to do."

Wonder Woman screams as her breasts are exposed. She jerks and strains against her bindings even harder. "Vile monster!! Unhand me!”

I watch as the Amazonian struggles, her full breasts jiggling and flailing in circles as she violently thrashes against the restraints. "Please, by all means, continue. You are only giving more of a show for our audience."

“Audience? What audience?”