Chapter 5: Truth in Chains

Diana lay trembling, the venom still singing through her veins, Harley’s weight pressed against her hips. The Joker’s grin remained buried inside her, pulsing with every beat of her heart. Then Harley pulled out. The silicone slid free with a wet pop, leaving Diana’s cunt empty, clenching around nothing. She whimpered—an embarrassing sound that escaped before she could stop it. “Stay put, Princess.” Harley climbed off the bed, her bare feet padding across the floor. Diana watched her through half-lidded eyes, watching that pale body move through the dim red light. The strap-on swung between her thighs, the Joker’s face glistening. Harley reached the corner where Diana’s dress lay discarded. She bent over—slow, deliberate—presenting her ass as she picked something up. The Lasso of Truth. Diana’s vision cleared slightly. “What are you—” Harley turned, the golden rope coiled in her hands. Her grin spread wider than should have been possible. “New game.” She climbed back onto the bed, straddling Diana’s chest. The weight pressed down, pinning the Amazon to the silk. Harley looped the Lasso around Diana’s neck—once, twice- the golden fibers warm against her skin. “I’ve heard stories about this thing.” Harley’s fingers worked the rope, tightening it. “Makes you tell the truth. Can’t lie, can’t hide, can’t pretend.” She wrapped the remaining length around her own wrist, then her throat, tying the two women together with a length of gleaming gold. The moment the Lasso touched Harley’s skin, her breath caught. “There it is.” Her voice dropped, softer. “I can feel it.” Diana’s chest heaved beneath Harley’s weight. The rope hummed against her throat, warm, alive. She opened her mouth to speak, but Harley pressed a finger to her lips.