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Circe snapped her fingers, and the whip tightened slightly around Diana's waist, reminding her of her submission. "Brace yourself with these cuffs," she ordered, tossing a set of metal bracelets onto the vehicle's floor. Wonder Woman's hands trembled as she picked them up, but she lacked the strength to resist. Each click of the cuffs around her wrists made her shudder, her body reacting involuntarily to the humiliation.

Circe snapped her fingers again, and the cuffs glowed with a violet light, tightening even further until Diana's golden wrists reddened under the pressure. "Now, bend forward and place your forehead on the floor, like the good little female dog you are," the sorceress whispered sweetly.

Diana felt her body obey before she could even form a thought of rebellion.

Diana felt her muscles tense involuntarily, her forehead hitting the cold floor of the vehicle. A moan escaped her as the whip around her waist pulsed, as if to reward her obedience.

Circe slid a foot under her chin, forcing Wonder Woman to raise her head slightly. "Look at me, female dog," she murmured, her fingers brushing against the Amazon's dark hair. Diana looked up, her breath coming in short gasps, her pupils dilated with a submission she could no longer control.

"Come give me pleasure, lick my clit and my pussy." Diana felt a shiver of mingled shame and excitement run through her as she moved toward Circe, still kneeling in the confined space of the vehicle. The magic whip around her waist vibrated softly, as if to encourage her humiliation.

Her hands cuffed behind her back, she was **** to bend forward even further, feeling the silk of Circe's dress brush against her face. An intoxicating scent—dark flowers and ancient power—enveloped her as she brought her trembling lips closer.

The chauffeur started the engine as his tongue began to lick Circe's clitoris, forcing his face even deeper into her intimacy.

Diana felt the car accelerate, her unbalanced body pressing even harder against Circe, her tongue continuing its work despite the jolts. A low moan escaped her as the sorceress gripped her hair, guiding her movements with cruel authority.

"Faster," Circe ordered breathlessly, her fingers digging into her hair.

Diana quickened the movement of her tongue, each thrust pressing it even harder against Circe's sex. The witch moaned, her nails digging deeper into her scalp. "That's it, my good female dog," she gasped, her hips rising to offer herself more fully.

The whip around Diana's waist tightened further, reminding her that she wasn't allowed to stop, not even to catch her breath.

Circe began to moan,

• Hmm, yes, that's good. You're a naughty little girl. It's not the first time. Deeper.

Despite her bonds, Diana began to insinuate her fingers into Circe's vagina, her movements hampered by the handcuffs rattling behind her back. Each thrust of her fingers was laborious, but the magic whip demanded relentless precision, forcing her knuckles to bend exactly as Circe desired.

Circe arched her back, a hoarse groan escaping her as Diana's fingers dug deeper, guided by the whip's magical will. The car took a sharp turn, throwing Wonder Woman even more brutally against the sorceress's quivering body.

Circe abruptly spread her thighs, forcing Diana to drive her fingers in even deeper, until her knuckles turned white with the effort. The car rattled with the sorceress's moans, while Wonder Woman's tongue continued to work on her clitoris, each jolt drawing a gasp from her.

"Harder," Circe ordered in a husky voice, her nails digging into Diana's shoulders.

Diana felt her muscles tense at the command, her fingers digging in with increased **** as her tongue intensified its frenzy. The whip around her waist burned, pulsing in time with Circe's gasps. A salty, musky taste filled her mouth as the sorceress arched her back, her thighs tightening like a vise around her head.

• Yes, that's it, you nasty little Amazon, Circe growled, pulling her hair.