The Warden took his time, enjoying making his rather special slave do all the work. Wonder Woman was now beyond exhausted, but her new raison d'etre was service, and she thrust her ravaged frame upwards and downwards with as much vigour as she could muster, enthusiastically playing with her mighty mammaries in an attempt to advance his climax. Eventually she felt him swell inside her, and she thanked him, grateful that that her munificent Master could indeed find such a worthless creature as herself even remotely attractive.
Eventually, he exploded inside her, then dropped her onto the floor, as she thanked him for blessing her with his 'theed', and seemingly attempted to polish the floor with her freely flowing milk. The Warden snickered at her pitiable state for a moment, he spoke;
"Wonder Woman, stand up", he commanded; with great effort she managed to haul her ludicrous top-heavy frame to her feet, but not without the fresh embarrassment of once again pissing herself.
"Mathter, I'm thorry...", she began; but he quickly shut her off. "Shut up, Slut. Stand still."
Wonder Woman instantly froze in place with a stupid look on her face, eagerly awaiting her next instructions.
"Now Slutty, we can't let Princess Pissypants go wondering around in the all together can we? I think we need to make sure that all your colleagues know exactly who they're dealing with..." Not that long ago, Wonder Woman would have felt at least some measure of encouragement, that some clothing would be restored to her, and she could regain at least measure of dignity. But more recently her heart would have sank that any clothing that they gave her would be designed solely to humiliate and torment her. But now she merely waited obediently, her own feelings permanently superficial to her Master's commands.
She didn't initially blink as he gingerly wrapped a fresh diaper around her loins, but this time it was designed especially to remind her of what once had been. But as it was applied, a fresh distraction zoomed into her pliant mind as she felt her nipples stiffen at the excitement of wearing a diaper. For the briefest of moments, she wondered why, but such thoughts were not deemed as necessary for her service so they quickly escaped her mind; instead she only idly wondered when her Master would again allow her to move - and she could further explore these feelings for herself. The Warden didn't fail to notice her distraction and congratulated herself at the deep hold one of his instructions had taken.
Next he attended to her footwear, slipping her into precarious red stillettoes, but with a twist, with he explained. "I know that mighty Wonder Woman isn't so bright" (he paused for a moment to witness he fresh confusion as she filled her diaper, applied only a moment before); so I thought I'd give you a helping hand - this way you might know your right from your left!" He didn't pother to point out the two letters on her shoes were on the wrong feet.
Next came a passable impression of her original gauntlets, but less sturdy and far less impressive - and with a new special feature that was yet to be revealed. Her belt and lasso went unreplaced, her tiara replaced by a golden baby's bonnet.
Finally he turned to her huge and freely lactating breasts; "Now Wonder Cow, I don't think that they make tops to fit those udders - but don't worry, we won't let them go bare." A moment later he'd clipped on a pair of bells, affixed by brutal crocodile clips to her swollen teats. As agonising as she found it, she made not a sound.
With that, he summoned a pair of Guards, before he continued; "Now, Wonder Woman, give the guards a twirl - show us your famous 'Power Pose'"
Wonder Woman dutifully spread her mis-labelled legs, raised her weary chin, dropped her hands to her hips, and attempted the impossible task of thrusting her huge orbs even further forward. Her bowels gave way instantly, filling her already sodden diaper with a fresh muddy mess. She could no longer even whimper in shock - what was happening to her.
"Powerful indeed!", he chuckled. "Right Slut, these Guards are going to escort you to your cell. When you get there, you will not consciously think of your Master and may attempt to convince yourself you're some kind of heroine. But I can't let you get away with fouling yourself in my presence." He paused and offered her a brutal-looking paddle. "Until then, I expect you to give yourself a thorough spanking - you're not worth any of my guard's time."
Wonder Woman dutifully swatted herself, and as feeble as it was, to her battered behind and feeble constitution, it was a crippling blow, that nearly lifted her off his feet. And she dutifully followed it up with another; and another, and another. Within moments tears were pouring down her cheeks.
"Well done Slut!", he grinned, "You can keep that up until you get to your cell. Don't worry, there's no hurry, they'll take you the scenic route. Oh, by the way use your left hand and voice as you will..."
"Thank... you... Mathter", she gasped between swats. "I'm... a... bad... girl... and... I... need... to... be... punithed"
"Yes you do!", he grinned, "Now skedaddle"
Wonder Woman stumbled off towards the door on her precarious heels, spanking herself as she went. And the once-mighty Wonder Woman's left hand was inside the front of her diaper before she had even made the door.
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