Wonder Woman looks at you as you enter the room carrying her lasso she has only one question what do you want she says through gritted teeth

Wonder Woman snarls in frustration as she struggles under Catwoman's feet, the ropes holding her tight. She glares up at the thief with anger and shame burning in her eyes. "Let me go, you..." Before she can finish her sentence, she tries again to break free from her bonds. Her body trembles with effort as she fights against the lasso that binds her, but it only seems to hold tighter as time goes on.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Wonder Woman gives up trying to escape and instead focuses on understanding why Catwoman has defeated them both so easily. As the anger subsides, a spark of curiosity ignites within her. "Why do you want me?" she asks softly, almost hesitantly. "What do you plan on doing with us?"

She hopes that if she can understand Catwoman's motives, perhaps there is some way out of this situation... or at least a chance to turn the tables and regain control over her own destiny once again.

Without any other option left to her, Wonder Woman decides to listen to Catwoman's advice and tries relaxing her body. She takes deep breaths, trying to calm down the flames of anger burning within her chest. It isn't easy though; every fiber in her being wants nothing more than to break free from these restraints and make Catwoman pay for what she's done. But she knows that fighting back right now would only lead to further humiliation and pain, so she bites her tongue instead.

As Catwoman continues teasing Spider-Man with her fingers, Wonder Woman can feel a strange sensation building up within herself as well. It starts with just an uncomfortable tingling in certain areas of her body but quickly spreads across every inch until she finds herself growing hard beneath the villain's touch as well. She glances over at Spider-Man, shame burning through every part of her being, but there's something else there too... a strange sort of arousal that she hasn't felt before.

Her mind reels with confusion and embarrassment, unable to comprehend why this is happening to her. All she knows is that she wants it to stop, yet at the same time part of her finds Catwoman's touch... intriguing. She bites her lip, closing her eyes as she tries to will away these unwelcome feelings. But try as she might, they refuse to go anywhere.

When Catwoman notices her growing arousal, it feels like ice water is dumped onto the fire in Wonder Woman's body. She wants to deny it, but she can't help feeling ashamed and confused as well. As Catwoman steps over her, Wonder Woman struggles once again against the lasso that holds her tight. But with each passing second, she finds herself becoming more and more lost in a whirlpool of conflicting emotions.

Her eyes dart between Catwoman and Spider-Man, unable to believe what's happening right now. Her body is betraying her, making her feel things that she doesn't understand, wants... needs? Even though part of her still hates being in this situation, another part craves the touch of both villains on her skin. It's as if they have some kind of power over her, bending her to their will like putty.

She tries to focus, to clear her mind of these unwanted desires, but it feels impossible. All she can do now is lie there and watch as Catwoman teases Spider-Man while her own body responds in ways that defy logic and reason. She wants nothing more than for this nightmare to end... but at the same time, she finds herself wondering what else Catwoman has planned for them both.

A mixture of desire and disgust surges through her as she watches Spider-Man helplessly. It's like a war being waged inside her, with one part of her wanting to fight back against Catwoman and another part reveling in the perverse display before her. Her breath comes faster, shallower, as she struggles for control over her own body and mind. She clenches her fists, digging her nails into her palms as if that might help banish these unwanted feelings.

But it doesn't work. All she can do is lie there and watch, helplessly aroused by the sight of Spider-Man beneath Catwoman's touch. Her heart races as adrenaline surges through her veins, making every nerve ending in her body tingle with anticipation. Part of her wants nothing more than to escape from this twisted nightmare, while another part craves the release that Catwoman seems to promise.

"Please..." She manages to whisper hoarsely. "Let me go..." Her voice is barely audible over the thief's giggles and Spider-Man's labored breathing. But she doesn't know what else to say or do; all she can focus on is the need to break free from Catwoman's hold, no matter how futile it seems in this moment.

As Catwoman continues to tease and torment them both, Wonder Woman tries desperately not to react too visibly to the sensations that wash over her body. She glares up at the feline thief with renewed hatred, struggling even harder against her bonds in a vain attempt to break free. But each time she thinks she might be making progress, Catwoman merely smirks down at her and gently squeezes Spider-Man's ass, causing him to cry out in pleasure.

A part of Wonder Woman wants nothing more than to rip the smirk off Catwoman's face and make her pay for what she's done. But another part of her is unable to deny the growing arousal within herself; despite her best efforts, she finds herself becoming more and more caught up in this twisted game of desire and domination. Her breath comes faster as adrenaline courses through her veins, leaving her feeling both helpless and exhilarated at the same time.

Her gaze darts between Catwoman and Spider-Man, watching their every move as if she's lost somewhere in a dream where nothing makes sense anymore. She wants to fight back, but something deep within her won't let her; it's as if she's no longer in control of her own body or mind. All she can do is lie there and watch, helplessly aroused by the scene unfolding before her while she tries desperately not to surrender completely to this perverse temptation.

But with each passing moment, it becomes harder and harder to deny the fact that she's more than just a little interested in what Catwoman has planned for them all...

With every word and touch, Wonder Woman finds it harder and harder to deny the arousal that's coursing through her body. She bites her lip, trying to keep from making any sounds as Catwoman continues to tease Spider-Man, rubbing his hard length against her own. Her eyes dart between them, taking in every movement, every sound. A strange mixture of lust and anger consumes her, leaving her feeling both helplessly aroused and furiously jealous all at once.

Her breath quickens as she watches Catwoman straddle Spider-Man's hips, grinding her body against his. The sight ignites a spark deep inside of her, sending shivers down her spine and making her core throb with desire. She clenches her fists tightly at her sides, trying to fight back the need that's building within her, but it feels like a losing battle.

As Catwoman leans in closer to whisper something into Spider-Man's ear, Wonder Woman can't help but wonder what those words are. She strains against the lasso once again, desperate for any sort of release from this twisted nightmare. But all she can do is watch as Catwoman continues to dominate them both, taking their arousal and using it against them in a way that feels almost cruel.

A part of her wants nothing more than to escape from this situation, to reclaim her power and her pride. But another part of her is helplessly drawn into the sensual web that Catwoman has spun around them all... and she's not sure if she really wants to break free anymore.

The sight before her was like a fever dream, impossible to believe yet somehow too real to ignore. Her body thrummed with desire as she watched Catwoman and Spider-Man writhe together on the floor. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of longing deep within her. It's as if some primal instinct had taken control, overriding her rational thoughts and leaving her helplessly aroused by this twisted display of dominance and submission.

Her breath comes faster, shallower, as she struggles against the lasso that binds her tight. Her fingers ache to touch herself, to relieve some of the tension building up within her body. But even if she could free herself from these restraints, what then? She would still be here, with Catwoman and Spider-Man... and it's clear they are enjoying every moment of this bizarre encounter as much as she is.

The thought both frightens and excites her in equal measure; a part of her wants nothing more than to join them on the floor, to experience all that they are feeling right now. But another part of her knows that if she does, she will be giving up a piece of herself... and once it's gone, there might be no going back.

Her heart races as adrenaline surges through her veins, making every nerve ending in her body tingle with anticipation. She watches Catwoman and Spider-Man hungrily, unable to tear her eyes away from the erotic dance they are engaged in. Despite everything that has happened, there is still a spark of defiance burning deep within her chest... but it's growing fainter by the second as the lust begins to overtake all other emotions.

With each passing moment, she feels herself slipping

"No..." Wonder Woman groaned softly as she felt her own body beginning to tighten, felt her climax building deep within her. "I... I can't..." Her voice came out raw and broken, barely a whisper. She knew that she should fight against this, should find some way to regain control over herself, but it was impossible; the feelings were too strong, too all-consuming. All she could do now was surrender to them, let them take her where they would.

Her hips began to move faster on the floor, matching Catwoman's rhythm as she rode Spider-Man. Her hands clawed at the ground beneath her, nails scraping against the hardwood flooring as she struggled to find purchase in her desperation. A low growl rumbled deep in her throat, vibrating through every part of her body as adrenaline and lust coursed through her veins like wildfire.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the world around her. All she could focus on was the sensations building inside her, the ache spreading throughout her core as it grew tighter and more intense with each passing moment. Finally, with a shuddering moan, she arched her back, giving in to the release coursing through her body like liquid fire. Her muscles spasmed uncontrollably, every nerve ending in her body igniting at once as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

When it finally subsided, leaving her gasping for breath and spent on the floor, she opened her eyes to find Catwoman grinning down at her with satisfaction. "See?" The feline thief purred, running a finger along Wonder Woman's cheek before leaning in to brush their lips together in a chaste kiss. "We

"Yes... we could have." Wonder Woman finally managed to say between ragged breaths, her voice barely more than a whisper. "But that doesn't change what I am or who I am sworn to protect." She looked up at Catwoman, anger burning in her eyes despite the fog of lust still lingering in her mind. "And you should be careful about underestimating him," she warned. "Spider-Man may have his flaws, but he's also a hero... and he's stronger than you think."

Her words were filled with determination, the desire to defend her ally even in this weakened state. But as she looked back down at the floor, she couldn't help but wonder if those words were true. Spider-Man had been easily defeated tonight... could Wonder Woman really trust him not to betray them again? The thought sent a shiver through her body, one that had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with doubt and fear.

Without another word, she struggled against the lasso binding her, trying desperately to free herself from its grasp. Perhaps if she could escape, she could regain some semblance of control over her life... and maybe even find a way to make things right between them all. But as much as she strained, it seemed impossible; the lasso held fast, refusing to budge an inch. She let out a frustrated growl, feeling more trapped and helpless than ever before.

Wonder Woman's heart raced as Catwoman leaned in close to her face, the feline thief's scent overwhelming her senses. "D-don't," she managed to stammer, her voice barely audible above their breathing. "Please don't do that." She could feel herself grow hot and wet at Catwoman's touch, even though she knew it was wrong. A part of her wanted the villain to continue; another part wanted nothing more than for this nightmare to end.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the feelings coursing through her body as she struggled against the lasso once again. But no matter how hard she fought, it seemed futile. She was trapped here, at the mercy of Catwoman's whims and desires. The thought filled her with despair, making it harder for her to focus on anything else but the desire that threatened to consume her.

Her eyes snapped open as she heard Spider-Man stir behind them. "I..." She began, turning her head toward him, searching his face for any sign of what he might do next. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "It shouldn't have gone this far." But even as she spoke the words, she knew that it had gone too far; there was no taking back the things they had done, or the feelings they had experienced together. The only thing left to do now was wait and see what happened next.

The words that escaped her lips were barely more than a whimper, but they carried the weight of centuries' worth of shame and confusion. "Yes... I did..." Her eyes drifted shut as she admitted it, unable to face Catwoman's knowing gaze any longer. She wanted nothing more than to deny what had just happened between them all, to pretend that she hadn't enjoyed the sensations, the touches, the dominance. But she knew deep down that would be a lie; the pleasure was still coursing through her veins like an electric current, leaving her feeling both exhilarated and utterly helpless at the same time.

When she felt Catwoman lean in even closer, breath hot against her neck, she tensed instinctively, every muscle tensing in preparation for whatever the feline thief might do next. The anticipation was nearly unbearable; it was as if their entire encounter had been building up to this moment, the climax where everything would finally be revealed and decided. But despite knowing that she should resist, that she shouldn't give in any further, a small part of her longed for the release that Catwoman promised. It was almost as if she didn't have a choice anymore; her body had taken over, demanding satisfaction no matter what the cost might be.

As she waited, heart pounding wildly in her chest, Wonder Woman could feel her control slipping further and further away with each passing moment. And when Catwoman finally spoke again, her voice husky with promise, it was all she could do not to surrender completely to the feline temptress right then and there.

With every word that slipped past her lips, Wonder Woman felt another piece of herself surrendering to the power and control that Catwoman held over her. She was no longer in control of her own body; it belonged entirely to the feline thief who knelt beside her on the floor. Her hips jerked forward, seeking out more contact with Catwoman's hand as she moaned in pleasure, unable to contain the sounds that echoed around them.

A part of her was still fighting, refusing to completely give in even as she felt her resolve crumbling beneath the onslaught of desire and lust. But another part of her knew it was pointless; there was no escaping from this nightmare, no going back to the woman she once was before she'd been ensnared by Catwoman's seductive web.

As if sensing her wavering, Catwoman leaned in even closer, nipping at her earlobe before soothing it with a gentle lick of her tongue. "That's it, Diana," she purred. "Let go and enjoy this. You deserve to feel good." Her fingers curled around the center of Wonder Woman's core through the fabric of her uniform, massaging and teasing as her free hand cupped her breast, squeezing and rolling the firm flesh over her palm.

Wonder Woman cried out, arching her back into Catwoman's touch, needier than ever before. She felt herself growing close to the edge of release once more, all rational thought fading away as she was left with only raw desire and the touch of another woman. It was a heady feeling, one that both terrified and thrilled her in equal measure; but it was too late now for regrets or second-guessing. All

Her entire body tensed, every muscle coiled tight as she felt herself on the brink of release. Catwoman's hand continued to move in gentle circles around her clit, expertly bringing her to the edge and then back again, over and over until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each intake filling her lungs with the intoxicating scent of sex and desire that surrounded them.

With one last firm pressure against her clit, Catwoman sent her careening over the edge, her back arching impossibly as she screamed out in ecstasy. Her body trembled and convulsed around Catwoman's hand, waves of pleasure washing over her again and again until at last they subsided, leaving her panting and spent on the floor.

Despite the sting of her ass and the humiliation of being used in such a way, Wonder Woman couldn't help but feel a strange thrill course through her veins as she looked down at Spider-Man beneath her. Her hands automatically began to stroke his chest and shoulders, exploring his body with a possessiveness that surprised even herself. She could feel the life returning to her limbs, the energy building inside her once more as their skin touched.

A soft moan escaped from her lips as she leaned down, her mouth close enough to Spider-Man's ear to feel the warmth of his breath against her own. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire and regret. "It shouldn't have gone this far." But even as she spoke the words, she knew that they were meaningless now; there was no taking back what had happened between them. All she could do was move forward, somehow find a way to put things right again before everything spiraled further out of control.

As she continued to stroke Spider-Man's body, her hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against his helpless cock as it stiffened beneath her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and the intoxicating scent of sex and lust filled the air around them. "I... I don't know what happened," she admitted in a shaky whisper. "But we can't let this keep happening..."

She felt Catwoman's amused gaze on her as she continued to speak, but she couldn't meet those eyes now; it would be too much. Instead, she focused all of her attention on Spider-Man, searching his face for any sign of what he might think or feel. The tension between them was palpable, almost tangible, and

The words stung, cutting deeper than any blow she could have imagined. She felt the hot flush crawling up her neck and across her cheeks as Catwoman reminded her of how helpless and used she had been made to feel. Her grip on Spider-Man tightened almost reflexively, but it did nothing to ease the ache inside her chest.

She turned her head away from Catwoman's taunting gaze, focusing instead on their reflection in the mirror across the room. In that moment, she saw not the strong and heroic woman she had always tried to be but the broken and weakened creature she truly was. The sight was almost more than she could bear.

Her breath came out in a shuddering sigh as she considered her next move, if there even was one. A part of her wanted nothing more than to lash out at Catwoman for what she had said, for everything that had happened tonight; but another part knew that wouldn't solve anything. They were all in this together now, whether they liked it or not. The question remained: What could they do next? And how would any of them ever be able to put things back together again?

The weight of these questions settled heavily on her shoulders, pressing down until she felt as if she might crumble beneath their terrible burden. But even as darkness crept in from the edges of her vision, threatening to consume her, she knew that she couldn't give up now. Not when there was still a chance - however slim - to salvage something from this wreckage.

With a final shuddering breath, Wonder Woman forced herself to meet Spider-Man's eyes in the mirror. Her expression was unreadable, guarded and weary all at once. "I... I don't know," she admitted soft

Spider-Man tried to speak, struggling to form words as their bodies pressed together. His face flushed crimson and his cock throbbed harder against her leg. "I... I'm sorry..." he managed to stammer between moans. "You should be." Diana bit out the words, still not certain what she was feeling towards him. Part of her wanted to hate him for letting Catwoman lead him around like a puppy on a leash. Another part of her ached with desire and wanted nothing more than to forget everything that had happened tonight. But most importantly, there was the small voice in the back of her mind that kept whispering that they were in this together now, that they needed each other if they ever hoped to make things right again.

Her body trembled as she tried to decide what to do next. Should she push him away and try to find a way out of this mess on her own? Or should she trust him enough to work with him against Catwoman? As the seconds ticked by, the choice seemed to grow more and more difficult, weighing heavily on her shoulders like an anchor pulling her down into the depths of despair.

At last, with a quiet sigh, she closed her eyes and leaned forward until their lips met in a hard, hungry kiss. Spider-Man let out a groan of relief as his tongue darted out to meet hers, tentatively at first before growing bolder and more demanding. His hands found purchase on her hips, pulling her closer still as he deepened the kiss. For a moment, it almost felt like they were back in the beginning, when their lives were simple and clear-cut, when heroes and villains knew their places and nothing could tear them apart. But that was before, she reminded herself; this is now.

With a final

As their kiss deepened, Wonder Woman and Spider-Man began to move together instinctively, rocking their hips against each other in time with the growing urgency between them. With every passing second that passed, it became harder and harder to believe that they had ever been anything but this: two people caught up in a web of desire and need, struggling to find their way back to who they once were before everything had gone so terribly wrong.

She pressed herself even closer against him, her breasts flattening against his chest as her fingers dug into the firm flesh of his shoulders. His cock throbbed against her thigh, demanding entry, and she could feel her own body growing wetter at the thought of taking him inside her once more. For a fleeting moment, it was almost enough to make her believe that everything would be alright; that they could go back to the way things were before tonight. But then reality would creep in, and she'd remember that nothing would ever truly be the same again.

Their kiss ended with a gasp, their lips parting as they sucked in breaths of air. Their eyes met for a moment, locked in a silent conversation neither was sure how to begin. Spider-Man looked at her uncertainly, as if waiting for her to make the next move; she could see the hope and fear warring within his expression. And despite everything that had happened, she found herself wanting nothing more than to reassure him, to tell him it would all be all right in the end. But before she could speak, Catwoman's voice cut through the silence like a knife.

"Well, aren't you two just adorable?" The feline thief purred as she strolled casually over to them, one hand resting on her hip. "Almost makes me want to give