Catwoman removed the magic lasso from around Wonder Woman's neck, then sauntered over to her two docile henchmen.
She wrapped the lasso around them.
"Forget all commands that Wonder Woman gave you," she commanded.
"You are released from all compulsions."
"Son of a bitch!" one of them shouted. "I want a piece of her, bad."
"Me, too. I'll teach her to use Amazon magic on me," the other piped in angrily.
Catwoman returned to Wonder Woman's side to find that both of her kittens were massaging the vanquished Amazon's twat.
Well, redheaded Bambi was rubbing the sexy super heroine's clit, while blonde Barbi was finger fucking her.
They were both still sucking on her nipples, of course.
Wonder Woman was doing everything in her power not to squirm or writhe, much less moan and groan.
What they were doing was incredibly erotic and felt too good to be true.
They were driving her mad with sexual need and desire.
The butterflies all exploded into intense flames almost the moment Bambi found her clit.
"No milk yet?"
"Nope," Bambi said. "But we got her fired up big time down below."
"Yep," Barbi chirped. "We got her sopping wet.
She's ready to be fucked big time."
Both kittens intensified their activities for a long moment.
Wonder Woman found her body betraying her; that heady liquid heat was firing up almost to the point of no return.
"Uuuuuggghhh," she groaned, almost unable to suppress it any more.
"Good girls, my lovely kittens," Catwoman said, smirking knowing.
"She's almost there. Redouble your efforts, please."
"Uuuummmmmmggghh," Wonder Woman groaned more wantonly.
Catwoman wrapped the lasso around Wonder Woman's neck again.
She leaned over and reached down with one hand to her beautiful face.
The sexy arch villainess smiled wickedly, and pulled Wonder Woman's lower lip down.
"I command you to stop fighting the orgasm," Catwoman said.
Wonder Woman's eyes flew open, very wide. "Let it go."
"Hera! Save me!" she cried, at the brink.
Then that feared climax erupted deep in her belly.
"Climax again," Catwoman commanded.
"Uuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhh! Oh Hera, I can't fight her power over me!"
"Doesn't she scream pretty, my kittens?" Catwoman said, laughing.
Catwoman reached behind the vanquish Amazon vixen's back and unzipped her bustier.
Seconds later it was tossed atop her discarded shorts.
Then the golden Girdle of Hippolyte fell across that pile of lost clothing, and super strength and endurance was instantly lost.
The captured crime fighter's clothes removed, Catwoman had one of the henchmen, Walter, drop his pants and lay down.
She tugged on Wonder Woman's lasso.
"Stand up, Wonder Twat," Catwoman said. "We're about to
puurform the purrfect super heroine smack down."
Wonder Woman's baby blues flash darkest hate. She might be compelled to obey all of Catwoman's commands to the letter, but that didn't mean she wanted to do them.
She was still mistress of her own mind. And she knew there had to be a way to escape her predicament.
Otherwise, she was doomed.
She stood up as directed. The kittens fell back, moaning in protest.
They, at least, were have wicked fun. At her expense.
Wonder Woman was grateful for the respite. Considering what Catwoman was doing, though, she suspected her respite would be short lived.