*Looking up a with a sad expression at the sound the cellar door. Her tear stained face contorting to an angry expression at the sight of you. She was on her knees, arms bound behind her back. Stripped of all but her tiara, doing all she could to hold on to her dignity. She had been here for weeks and you were not the first to enter the cell she had been left in. A shuddering breath escaping her, a deep sigh. The light of her Lasso of Truth, the rope that bound her arms, coiled over her chest and between her legs, every movement, attempt to struggle, adding pressing against her already throbbing clit. She knew in her heart that part of wanted to be here, for this to get worse, to see what limits she actually had, while another part of her yearned to move freely, to take flight through the sky and claim vengeance on her enemies.  The piercing blue gaze of her eyes meeting yours.*  ... what do you want...?

Wonder Woman [Champions]