As a scientist, the Seductress knew that her theories were only as good as the data they were based upon. While she was an expert in measuring arousal through muscle tension, blood flow to the genitals, galvanic skin response,  involuntary vocalization, and a dozen other physical variables, none of them allowed her to really get inside the heads of her test subjects.

That all changed when the Seductress captured the Amazing Amazon. The ancient curse of her people had drained her of her strength when she was bound. And the enchanted Lasso of Compulsion forced her to tell nothing but the truth.

“How do my procedures make you feel?” asked the Seductress.

“Your hand on my throat reminds me how helpless I am, Seductress,” gasped the Amazon. “I’m still wearing my costume, but it does nothing to protect my most sensitive areas from your touch. That makes me feel even more vulnerable than if I were fully naked. The way you’re sucking my nipple is firm and commanding, like my Amazon lover Calliope. The rhythm of your tongue makes me feel close to you. Your quick, hard strokes on my clit feel good. So good. They are going to make me cum quickly. So close. Yes. Don’t stop. I’m going to–”

Seductress pulled away from the bound heroine, watching her tremble on the edge of ecstasy. “This Lasso is very useful. It produces valuable data. Tell me, Amazon, what else would this lover of yours do that would reduce you to a quivering pile of pleasure-drunk flesh?”

Prompted by a somewhat different picture sent by @thecrimsoncommander, @hypnoticharper, @weakandsleepygrrl

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