The Lasso of Truth...

I smirk, a devilish grin spreading across my face as I hear her soft, **** plea. The saw has finished cutting through her bikini bottoms, and I let it slowly come to a stop, the whirring fading away. The fabric separates and falls away, exposing her perfect pussy, the delicate V-shaped patch of hair above it, and the glistening slit beneath. Her full breasts heave with the **** of her rapid breathing, her nipples tightening with arousal.

I stand, my eyes raking over her naked body, clad only in knee-high boots, and smile. "Now, what was that, Wonder Woman? I didn't quite catch it over the sound of the saw." I glance down, noting the Lasso of Truth draped casually around her ankle, the other end in my hand, ready to extract the truth from her.

Diana sighs in relief as the saw pulls away, but the rush of air over her exposed pussy keeps her on edge. She knows that countless eyes could be staring at her most intimate slit, and the thought sends a shiver through her. Her gaze lifts, locking with mine, and she sees the lasso in my hands, the end wrapped around her leg.

"Please... I can't take much more," she blurts out, her voice cracking. She bites her lip, scared to say more, scared of admitting the truth—that her body burns with desire. The heat of embarrassment washes over her, and she looks away, her eyes falling on the monitor, where her friends were ravaging each other.

I take a step closer, my hands reaching down to caress her thighs. "Can't take what, Wonder Woman? Can I do something for you?" My thumbs trace the soft, sensitive folds of her pussy, my fingers massaging her inner thighs. "Is there something you need, something you crave?" I tease, my thumbs moving higher, brushing through the soft hairs above her clit.

Diana struggles to contain a moan as my thumbs circle her flesh, teasing her, bringing her closer to the edge. "It's... too much... I need..." Her mind wants to scream for freedom, for release, but she bites her lip, afraid to voice her thoughts in case they revealed her true desires. She looks back at her friends and knows she can't dare say the words that would break her.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me what you need, Wonder Woman," I whisper, my thumbs moving higher, my fingers now buried in the soft hairs above her clit.

"Do you want me to **** you? Is that it, Wonder Whore? Do you want me to make you scream?" I lean in, my breath hot against her ear. "Tell me, and maybe I'll give you what you crave."