Stripped down

Without further ado, the heroine sits against the edge of the desk, and one at a time draws up each long, toned leg and pulls off her red boots. She tosses them on the side table, then takes off her tiara, looks at it for a moment, then tosses it on top of the boots. Her golden lasso follows next.

Turning her back to the camera, she unceremoniously pulls her costume top down over her breasts, down to her waist, and over her womanly hips until they fall down her legs to lie at her feet. A surprisingly sexy pair of emerald green panties follow the costume, both of which get added to the pile on the table.

When she turns back to face the camera, her long black hair covers most of her impressive breasts. Her flat stomach and shaved pubic area, however, are fully exposed, tho she holds her legs together such that you can only glimpse the start of her vagina.

“Good enough?” she says with no trace of embarrassment.

“Good? Absolutely. Enough? Not quite. The bracelets please.”

Wonder Woman shakes her head firmly. “These bracelets are a symbol of my heritage as an Amazon and a solemn reminder of our long history. I take them off for no man.”

Slave Driver tilts his masked head to the side. “OK. I can understand that, I can appreciate that. But how many lives is that worth to you?”

The Amazon warrior glares daggers at him for a moment, then grabs her right bracelet with her left hand and slowly works it down until it slides over her hands and off. She repeats the process with her left bracelet, leaving her completely naked.

“Happy now?” she says dismissively once the bracelets have joined the pile.

“Ecstatic!” the masked man exclaims. “And I’ll be even happier when you’ve removed that earpiece you think I don’t know about.”

Wonder Woman stares at him for a moment, then reaches up to her ears, takes off her red earrings and tosses them with the rest of her gear.

A beat passes, and then Slave Driver bursts out laughing. “Oh we are going to have so much fun you and I! That was delightful! Now take your Justice League communicator out of your ear and make sure it’s turned off.”

Wonder Woman nods her head slightly, then removes the earpiece and tosses it on the table. She stands in the middle of the room, her voluptuous, athletic body fully exposed; her large breasts are impossibly firm, her stomach is perfectly flat, her pubic mound is cleanly shaved and inviting.

“There, that wasn’t so hard was it?” the man says mockingly. “Now for phase 2,” and he gestures in the direction of the storage locker.