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Diana stirred as she tried to free herself from the lasso despite knowing that it was useless. An artifact made by the gods wasn’t that easy to free. A pity. Her Amazonian training had ensured that she could get free of any restraint, but the rope that encircled her, a shimmering gold against the darkness of the room was the only exception.

She hated that she had been captured by two villains already, but the smile on Catwoman’s face told her that she would hate what would follow next. The lasso not only ensured that people would tell the truth, but demanded it. They could ask for their secret identities, the access codes of the Watchtower, and many other secrets. Diana would be forced to answer, forced by the power of the gods she followed.

The irony was undeniable.

She tensed as Catwoman’s lips parted, her smile widening. It was unsettling, particularly with the way she was dressed. Her suit was still around her waist, her face and tits covered with cum. However, Diana did her best to ignore that, and focused on serious issues. She was a warrior. She couldn’t be distracted that easily.

Being captured was bad, but the fact that they had baited her until she attacked, with a trap already in place. It was clear that they had been waiting for her. And, since they dared to target one of the biggest hitters of the Justice League — a little arrogant, maybe, but certainly true — they must have been after a big secret.

She took a deep breath, ready to defy the magical order of the lasso. Hopefully, she would be more successful if she could predict the question they would ask. Maybe they wanted Kal-El’s civilian identity to sell to Lex Luthor. Or something even more heinous. She was ready to bite her tongue to keep the secrets of her friends if necessary —

“So, Wonder Woman. Tell me. Did you enjoy the show?”

The question shocked her. Of all the questions she had expected to answer, that was the last one she expected them to ask. As a consequence, she couldn’t even muster the slightest resistance as the answer was ripped out of her. “Yes.”

“How fascinating,” Catwoman drawled, her voice a purr laced with amusement. It made Diana blush even worse than her own answer. “No wonder you ended up tangled in your own weapon clumsily."

Diana felt a defiant growl escape her as she glared back. She had been trapped, but she doubted saying that would help. "Untie me, Catwoman. This is beneath you."

Catwoman's smile widened. "Holding the sexiest heroine of the world wrapped in her own lasso is beneath me?" she said as she gestured at her. "It’s good that I have graduated from what you called me the previous time. What was it?"

“A two-bit thief,” Diana supplied. She didn’t want to, but the lasso was once again being very unhelpful. She tried to stay silent, but it was much harder to gather the necessary willpower to defy the lasso for such ridiculous questions.

“Yes, you did. You’re lucky that I’m merciful,” she said smugly. “Merciful enough to let you go so you can skulk away in another defeat without poking any of the secrets of your hero friends. And, I’m even nice enough to leave the lasso with you.”

Diana was lucky that there was no question there, as she doubted any related answer would be nice. “You would do that?” she asked, surprised.

“Yes. What did you think that I would do?”

“Sell to Lex Luthor or Cadmus for a lot of money,” the answer came readily, once again forced by the lasso. She hoped that it wouldn’t change her mind.

Catwoman chuckled, a sound both gentle and dangerous. "No, too much trouble. I’m an innocent working girl, and those are too much trouble. Not to mention, it would make an enemy out of you. Teasing you is fun." She paused, letting her smirk widen. “Angering you, on the other hand, is not a smart thing. I’m happy not knowing what you would do if I did that.”

Once again, there was no question, which Diana was very glad. The doubted that she would take such disrespect well, and if her gods decided to get involved … no, it was a question that was best left answered.

“What do you want?” Diana asked.

“Nothing,” she said, which Diana didn’t believe even for a second. Her smile was too predatory for it to be the end. “Well, one thing… I have a question.” Diana gathered her wits, hoping that she could resist the question. “Do you want to watch us give you a proper show?”

Diana hated herself for what was about to say. Not just her inability to hold it back, but knowing that, she couldn’t do that because she had been watching them for a long time. “Yes,” she admitted, her own weapon betraying her once more.

“How fascinating,” she said even as she pushed her suit down, and her underwear along with it, revealing her wet core. Then, she wrapped her fingers around his cock. Diana blushed. “Oh my god. Tell me, is this the closest you ever got to a cock?”

“Yes,” Diana answered again, her blush getting even more intense. Worse, she couldn’t help but look at his cock. She was only human … well, somewhat. Technically, she was a demigod, but she didn’t feel like one as she was trapped as a helpless rat, about to watch a live sex show.

“How fascinating, we’re about to give you a milestone,” she said. “Maybe we can help you achieve a real milestone if you want to pop your cherry with a real man rather than a boring, repressed jerk.”

“Batman is an honorable man,” Diana replied. She might have been humiliated by her own weapon, but not to the point of not defending her friend.

No, boyfriend, Diana corrected, her blush getting even thicker as she realized she hadn’t thought about that fact since she had started watching them while waiting for an opportunity.

“Oh, honorable enough to start dating you without the decency of dumping me. Certainly honorable behavior. Diana stiffened at his words. Catwoman laughed. “Surprised to hear that your precious boyfriend is more like his playboy persona than you would like to admit, princess.”

“Y-you’re lying,” Diana replied, shocked. She knew Bruce. He was an honorable man. He would never do that! “You’re certainly lying!”

“Oh, really? How confident are you?”

“I’m willing to bet my life on it,” Diana declared confidently. She trusted him. Otherwise, she would have never accepted his offer.

“Oh, I don’t want your life. I just want a promise on your honor. If I’m right, you’re going to join a party at my house … well, one that you haven’t already demolished. How about it?”

“Deal,” she said. “But, how we will —“ she started, only for Catwoman to take a hold of one end of the lasso, and wrap around her wrist. “It will work like this, right?”

“Yes,” Diana answered. She could use the opportunity to get away. With the lasso loosened, she could free herself. But, she didn’t. She needed to ask the question. “Were you and Batman still involved at the night of the gala.”

“We were, until I saw you two together,” she supplied. “And, if it’s any help, he’s yet to officially break up either.”

“M-maybe you misunderstood something,” Diana said. She couldn’t believe that Bruce could be so dishonorable. She wouldn’t. After all, while lasso forced people to tell the truth, it was only from their perspective. It was possible

She expected Catwoman to argue against it. Instead, she just shrugged. “Maybe. You’ll have the lasso with you. Feel free to interrogate him with it.” Then, her smile widened. “And, while doing that, feel free to ask about Talia al’Ghul as well. I heard some interesting things about her as well, but I was never able to convince him to answer.”

“I —“ Diana opened her mouth, ready to declare that she wouldn’t do such a thing. That she trusted him. But, with the lasso still around her, she couldn’t say it.

Because it would be a lie. Any other thing, she would have extended her trust. But, not with this. Not when she knew what happened when her mother extended that trust to Heracles… Her mother’s sermons about men being untrustworthy rang in her mind.

“Just like I thought—“ Catwoman said, her words interrupted by a cry. Diana wished that it was because she had chosen to punch her. But, it was not. It was her partner, silent and obedient until the moment, choosing to act.

No, it was her partner finally deciding to start fucking her. And, fuck, he did. “Yes, fuck me harder. This is the best cock I have ever got. Much bigger than that bastard Batman,” Catwoman declared repeatedly.

The words had been annoying enough even without the lasso still wrapped around her wrist, forcing the truth out of her. “I-is he that bad?” Diana asked, unable to resist the temptation.

“Oh, yes. There’s not even a comparison,” she declared. Not at once, interrupted by her moans multiple times. Diana blushed even harder. It was one thing to receive an honest assessment of her boyfriend’s capabilities when she was already dealing with many other mental revelations at the same time.

It was completely different when she was watching the visceral results of such capability.

When Catwoman finally freed her hand from the lasso, Diana did the same. Soon, the lasso was not around her, but hooked at her waist. She was free. And, with both of them properly distracted, she could certainly catch them.

She should catch them. But, she didn’t do that. “No attempts to catch us, beautiful,” Catwoman said mockingly.

“It wouldn’t be honorable after you let me go,” Diana said.

“And, that’s the only reason?” she asked.

“Yes,” Diana answered immediately, glad that she didn’t have the lasso around her anymore. She knew that, if she did, the answer would have been different. A shameful realization that made her blush even more.

Catwoman wheezed with a laugh that was interrupted by a moan. Diana bit her lips, bewildered and uncertain about the reaction of her own body. Yet, she continued to walk away … far slower than she could.

What the hell was she doing?

And, why she was glancing back repeatedly, watching the way Catwoman’s tits danced with every push, the view making her shiver desperately.

She wanted to blame her shameful behavior on Catwoman. It would have been easier. But it wasn’t fair. She was the first one to peek at them. Yes, she had teased Diana, but nowhere near what she could do against her when she was tied down and helpless.

“Don’t forget that you promised to visit once I’m proven right,” she called.

Diana retreated faster.

She had a difficult talk waiting for her. She didn’t want to confuse herself even more.