Whom to call, and when

Staring dumbly into the light, Wonder Woman nods robotically at the imperious woman. The big bitch takes a step closer to the spellbound superheroine.

"Now look, little girl," she says, looking down at the diminutive Diana, "from now on, when you have trouble, with bad guys or with me or whoever, you don't call your discreet police lieutenant, or your secret IADC friends. Instead, when your clumsy ass needs help, or you need to be rescued, you call 9-1-1, you got that?"

Wonder Woman nods.

"You do know how to use an ordinary phone, right?"

Another dumb nod.

The big woman ventures even closer, being careful not to block the strange light from the projection room that has the helpless heroine hypnotized. She hugs Wonder Woman's side, puts one hand around the back of her waist, and with her other hand starts rubbing the heroine's belly. She smiles down at the smaller woman's chest. Wonder Woman's soft, lily-white titties don't quite fill the red and gold bustier. The big, muscular broad chuckles at how the famous Amazon boobies droop limply down into the rigid cups. She sticks a finger down into the bustier to fondle the supple superheroine. She sneaks her other hand inside the back of the star-spangled panties and rubs a delightfully plump ass cheek as she leans down to give a gentle lick to Wonder Woman's earlobe.

By now Wonder Woman is panting, her mouth open in a dumb expression, and her eyelids are starting to get heavy.

"Okay, okay my little darling," the big woman coos, gently snapping the blue and white panties as she unhands the hypnotized heroine. "Just one more thing," she adds, lovingly rubbing Wonder Woman's delicate white shoulder and slender upper arm, "you don't go calling in your friend Supergirl..." she pauses, delicately stroking her finger on Wonder Woman's chin and slowly down her neck, "... until I tell you to call your friend Supergirl. I want that Kryptonian cutie," the big woman says, licking her lips, "but not until it's her turn. Okay, my love?"

Another silent, robotic nod from the enraptured Amazon.

And with that, the statuesque villainess and her nerdy companion disappear, and shortly the mesmerizing light turns off.