The next day

The next day, I was on the couch waiting by myself for Diana to return. Despite it being around noon, the blinds and curtains of all the windows in the apartment were pulled shut, with the main source of natural light coming from the skylight on the ceiling, giving the apartment a shady atmosphere. I was attempting to occupy myself by watching YouTube videos on my phone, but I couldn't tell you what I was actually watching beyond it being some guy in golden shades doing an unboxing video with a flying robot and trying way too hard to be 'cool'.

Yeah, I know, the internet is weird. My mind was too occupied to enjoy that weirdness though because, in truth, I was incredibly nervous about Diana coming over. This would be the first time since the night she **** herself on me that I would be alone with Wonder Woman. While I didn't really think that she would actually get out of control again, there was just enough doubt present to send my heart racing and imagination running wild. What if her submissive attitude was all an act, and she had been biding her time until Kara wasn't around to protect me? What if whoever was manipulating her programmed some trigger word into her and I accidentally said it? What if someone was following her, and she led them right to me? Sure she might not want to hurt me, but what would they do when they saw me?

I was starting to hyperventilate. Taking deep, calming breaths, I thought back to what Kara told me this morning when I started to voice my concerns to her.

"Your safety is more important to me than anything Charlie, and I wouldn't let her be alone with you for a second if I thought she was a danger to you. Diana knows that if she misbehaves, she'll be punished, and outed to the public as a man-**** if she's bad enough. And I'll be in Metropolis the whole day, so I'll be able to easily hear you two. If you shout for me I can be back here in seconds, and I'll listen for you specifically every so often to make sure you're doing okay. You'll be fine, I promise."

Thinking back to her reassurances helped a little. I trusted Kara with my life, and if she said I was safe than I was willing to believe her. Still, the lizard-brained part of me couldn't help but point out that as long as Kara wasn't physically here, even if she knew I was in trouble there would be a small window of time where I would be **** to whatever Diana wanted to do with me. And I knew from the night before that Diana could move very fast when she wanted to.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a swift series of knocks on the door. I stopped the video and slipped my phone back into my pocket before standing up.

"You'll be fine," I repeated softly to myself as I made my way to the door, "Even at her craziest Diana didn't want to hurt you, just have sex with you non-stop. You'll be fine."

Upon opening the door, I was greeted with the odd sight of a woman wearing a long brown trenchcoat and a matching fedora on her head. At first it was unclear if this was actually who I was waiting for, but when she saw me Diana tipped her hat up just enough for me to see her face. To my shock, she actually looked kind of rough, like she hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before, and apparently was trying to hide it with heavier makeup than usual.

"Sorry I kept you waiting. Can I come in?" she asked meekly.

"Y-Yeah, sure," I said, stepping aside. As she walked inside, I could hear the loud clacking of heels on the hardwood floor, though her coat was long enough that I could only see a small peek of red peeking out from the bottom of it. Was she wearing her costume under that? I didn't remember her boots having heels quite that tall.

I closed the front door so I could get to the coat closet. Opening it up, I reached up to the top shelf where the Lasso had been hidden, "So, um, sorry about how suddenly you had to leave last night. Did you make it home okay?"

"I did," I heard her say, "It took me a while, and had a few close calls, but I don't think anyone saw me."

"Good to hear," I said, grabbing the golden cord and pulling it down, "I was worried that you'd have to explain to someone why you were dressed like..."

The sentence I was going to say faded off into nothing as I turned to face Diana again. I had looked over just in time to see Diana, now sans hat, shrugging off her coat and letting it fall to the floor, revealing what she was wearing underneath. The bracelets and tiara she was wearing made it clear that it was supposed to be her Wonder Woman costume, but the rest of her outfit was wildly different. Instead of the presumably armored corset she usually wore, she had on a bright red push-up bra with a cheap-looking gold foil 'W' that drew even more attention to her cleavage than usual and left her toned belly exposed. And now that I had a good look at them, I could tell that the boots she was wearing had heels far longer than the relatively sensible ones her normal boots had, and definitely didn't have the large pumps under the toes. I'd even go as far as to call them 'stripper heels', and I'm sure that was the intent of whoever designed them. And rather than panties, the only thing covering her crotch was the metal chastity belt from the night before. Her outfit, combined with the heavy makeup I now realize was actually there to match the sluttiness of the rest of the outfit, made her look like a porn parody of... well, herself.

"What do you think?" she asked, parting her ruby red lips to give me a sultry smile.

My brain was currently in the process of rebooting itself, so all I could get myself to say was, "I... uh... what... wow..."

She giggled to herself, causing her barely restrained tits to jiggle obscenely, "I'll take that as a compliment. I just bought it this morning from a sex shop I pass by a lot when I'm on patrol. Before I met you, every time I saw it I was disgusted at how demeaning and objectifying it was, and how little respect whoever made it had for me. But since we started having sex..."

She bit her lip and trailed a finger across the front of her belt, and I could now see that she had even painted her nails a bright cherry red to match the rest of the outfit, "I couldn't stop thinking about how you'd react to seeing me in it. What you would think of me if I showed up here dressed like the cheap whore Kara keeps telling me I am. And while on some level I still find wearing this outfit to be humiliating, it makes me so fucking hot to have you stare at me like that."

I was having a very hard time keeping my eyes on her face, busy taking in everything she had on display. Still, I made an effort to meet her eyes as I said, "Th-Thank you? I mean, I wasn't expecting to see... this, today. But I like it."

Diana shivered, "Oh, that's so good to hear. You know..."

She reached into her bra and, to my surprise, pulled out a tiny patch of blue cloth with white stars on it. I assumed it was supposed to be the 'panties' of the costume, but that word better described what she usually wore. The piece of fabric she was now playfully twirling on her finger now would be much better described as a thong.

"This came with the costume," she explained, "But it's too tight to fit over the belt. So if you would be so kind as to take it off, we can both see what I look like in it. That is, if that's what you want," she added hastily.

I dropped the Lasso, grabbed my key ring off the hook by the door, and rushed as fast as I could over to Diana, dropping into a crouch in front of her. I flipped through the keys until I got to the one for Diana's belt, then stuck it in the keyhole and turned. With a click, the belt unlatched, and I let it drop to the floor with a metallic clunk. Instantly my nose was assaulted with the musky smell of Diana's arousal. Her pussy was less than a foot away from my face, its lips red, dripping wet, and swollen with need.

"Finally!" she gasped, bringing her free hand down to tease her pussy, "I've been so damn horny since last night! Between that and the infernal vibrator I couldn't sleep a wink."

"Wait, you had that vibrator in you all night?" I asked. Not quite believing it, I went around behind Diana and spread her buttcheeks, and just as she said I could see the red end of the vibrating dildo sticking out of her ass.

"Mmm... yes," she said, not even caring that I was fondling her butt without asking, "Mistress Kara told me to keep it in for the rest of the night, and since neither of you told me to remove it, I obeyed her command."

"Whoa," I muttered, "Sorry you had to deal with that."

"I would do anything to please you," Diana said to me, "Besides, once the batteries finally died, I started getting used to the feeling of it in there."

"Do you want me to take it out?" I asked, reaching for the dildo. My wrist was caught by her hand, fingers wet with her juices.

"After we fuck," she said, looking down at me with wanton lust, "Having it in there while you do is the closest I'll get to feeling you double penetrate me."

Within minutes we were both on the bed, Diana on her back with her legs spread, and me above her and thrusting as hard as I could into her **** pussy. She had actually cum almost immediately after I put my dick in her, but I was only just getting started, and judging by how much she was panting and squirming under me, she wanted more from me too.

"Yes! Oh yes, this is amazing!" she yelled, "Use me, Charlie! Fuck me like a cheap whore!"

"Really, that's what you want?" I growled, grabbing her legs and pulling to **** myself deeper, "Kara may call you a whore, but whores at least get paid. You'll spread your legs for free. That makes you a slut! A slut for big fat cock!"

"Fuck yes I am," she gasped between ragged breaths, "I'm a slut for you, Charlie! No one else could make me want to wear something like this! I'd wear it all the time if you told me too! Would you like me to do that Charlie? Should I show the whole world what a fucking slut I am for you?"

Her shrieks were getting to be almost deafening, and I had half a mind to slap my hand over her mouth to shut her up. But hearing her dirty talk was really doing it for me, and I could tell that my own responses were exactly what Diana wanted to hear. So I kept it up.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I growled, "Going up to the Watchtower dressed like that and telling all your friends in the Justice League that you're my Wonder Whore. Making sure Superman and all the others know that these tits-" I slapped the side of her breasts for emphasis, causing them to jiggle but probably hurting my hand more than her, "-belong to me! That this cunt belongs to me! That you're not a hero, or even a warrior worthy of their respect. Just a **** Amazon slut who needs her fix of dick to keep from going crazy!"

"Yes! Yes!" she screamed, "It's all true! I'm your Wonder Whore Charlie! Pay me with your seed! Give me my fix! Do it! Do it nooooooow!"

I blew my load into her hard at this point, and this was enough to send Diana over the edge again. Just as she started to orgasm though, I was startled by the sound of the bedroom door flying open, followed by a bright flash of light from my right. Once the spots cleared from my eyes, I turned and saw Kara next to the bed holding an honest-to-goodness Polaroid camera, which was in the process of printing a photo.

"Oh man, I got back right on time!" she said, pulling the photo free and shaking it in the air, "I was just thinking about how I wanted a picture of your O-face, Diana, and it just wouldn't have been the same if you saw it coming. Nice costume, by the way."

Diana looked over at Kara with a glazed look in her eyes, apparently even more disoriented than I was, "Wha... Kara...?"

"That's right, Wonder Whore," she said with a smirk, "I got the perfect picture of you getting your 'fix'. Don't worry though: long as you keep being a good girl, this photo will stay between the three of us."

"Oh... okay," Diana said lazily.

Kara looked up at me, suddenly apologetic, "Oh Charlie! I didn't scare you, did I?"

"Yeah you did," I admitted, pulling myself out of Diana, "Well really, the door did most of the scaring. Aren't you supposed to be with Barbara?"

"I was with her all morning, babe," Kara said, pushing her glasses back into place, "I just finished brunch with her like ten minutes ago. It's a long trip back to Gotham, you know."

"You didn't offer to fly her back?" I said half-jokingly.

"And risk leaving the city when you might need me to deal with her?" Kara retorted, motioning to Diana, "Not a chance. Besides, Babs isn't really a huge fan of me flying her around at high speeds like that unless it's necessary."

"I see," I said, putting my pants back on, "So, uh... how long were you... um..."

"Listening in?" she finished for me, "Not too long. I got back here right around the time you were claiming her 'c-word' as yours. Barely managed to grab my camera in time to get the shot I wanted. Speaking of which, it should be finishing up right about now..."

I followed her gaze down to the photo as it finished developing. I was a bit embarrassed to see the side of my head and my rather average body in the top of the frame, though the focus of the picture was obviously Diana herself. Her face was one of pure ecstasy, mouth gaping open and eyes starting to roll to the back of her head. The skimpy bra and her bottomless state, which offered the viewer of the photo a glimpse of me penetrating her, completed the picture of a woman getting her brains fucked out.

"I think it turned out nicely," Kara said.

"Yeah, it did," I said, "I didn't know you were into photography."

"I wouldn't say I'm 'into it' as more than a hobby, but ever since Kal got me this camera, I've been dabbling in my free time," she explained, "I've been thinking of taking more erotic pictures of her like this for you, but I'm not sure where a safe place to stash them would be."

"Yeah, this isn't really the sort of thing we want to risk someone finding," I admitted, "But I'd certainly appreciate a sexy picture or two of you to keep with me."

Kara blushed at this, "Oh... well, um, yeah, I'd be happy to do that for you. Ooh, maybe she and I can take some together! What do you think about that, Wonder Whore?"

We both turned to Diana, whose only response was a soft snore.

"Wow, you really did a number on her," Kara said.

"She's... had a long night," I said quietly, remembering what Diana told me about the night before, "I think we should let her nap."

"Okay," Kara whispered, "Actually, I've got an idea I want to run by you. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," I responded. I started to follow her out to the other room, but doubled back to gently push Diana's legs back together. She barely stirred as I moved her, the angelic look on her sleeping face framed by gorgeous raven locks contrasting the whorish getup she was still wearing. I almost pulled the vibrator out of her ass too, but I didn't want to risk waking her, so I left her as is.