Left nude and defeated

It was hours later that Wonder Woman awoke from her cock-induced slumber. Laying on the floor, face and boobs smooshed against it in a humiliating face-down ass-up pose. The famous heroine was still completely nude, and her raven hair was messy and tangled.

That man was unbelievable. He had suffocated her with his dick. He had fucked her to pieces. He made her honk like a goose, and cum like a waterfall.

With a low moan, Wonder Woman slowly pushed herself up to stand atop her weak, unsteady legs. In a brief panic, she scanned the room, but saw no signs of the common thug.

How long had she slept there? How long had a dick put her out for? She shuddered at the thought of it. She knew that she’d been off the grid for at least a full day now. Some of her allies in the Justice League might have been getting worried. If only they knew what had happened to her…

Staggering slowly towards the one door in the cold stone basement, the dizzy Wonder Woman eventually found that it was unlocked, and easy to open. On the other side lay her famous costume, still neatly folded, placed just beyond the door waiting for her. She stared down at it, still in a daze, her brain working slowly to figure out what this meant.

Was she free? Why had he just left her behind? Was it because he feared that she would break free, or perhaps that somebody would come looking for her? Or did he just decide that she wasn’t important enough? And… Why did that last possibility make her feel so glum?

Shuddering, the nude Amazon Queen picked up her costume and began to dress herself again, ready to put this all behind her. But as she lifted her bustier, she saw something fall out of it. Confused, she bent at the hips to pick it off the floor and examine it.

It was a phone number. Scrawled on a scrap of paper, and tucked into the breast cup of her resplendent red costume. Was it… His? It had to be. There were no words included, no note. Just the number.

“What arrogance!” Diana thought, haughtily. “He expects ME to call HIM? He must be dreaming.”

Another, quieter part of her had a different thought from deep within. The thought that, actually, it was her that had been dreaming - after passing out, **** on his dick. Another shudder ran through her body.

Wonder Woman finished pulling her costume on. She kept the scrap of paper, tucking it back into one of her cups. Maybe she would use it to track the man down, somehow. After all, she had failed to stop his robbery, and criminals like that needed their comeuppance… And so long as he couldn't get his dick inside her, victory would be assured. She was Wonder Woman! Nobody could truly defeat her. Still, perhaps she would put off looking into the man for a few days. And perhaps she would find someone else to pass the criminal off to, when the time came. Simply because he was a bit below her usual caliber of opponent.

Perhaps.

Despite her sweaty, sticky body and her messy, tangled raven hair, Diana felt like herself again now that she was in her Amazonian wargarb once more. Placing her hands on her hips in a power pose, the tired Leaguer called the Watchtower and requested teleportation onto the indomitable Justice League's satellite base. Batgirl answered the call, and a few moments later, Wonder Woman had been teleported back onto home turf. No longer a virgin, no longer as confident in her own toughness, but at least she was among friends at League HQ. Or so she thought.