"Wakey, Wakey Slut!"
Wonder Woman found herself being shaken awake. A guard that she didn't recognise was standing over her, a hand on each of her mighty orbs, molesting them freely.
"Wh-who are you?" Failing to clearly remember what had brought her to her point, she tried and failed to focus her thoughts. She was dead, being raped by Ares; no that wasn't happening, was it a dream? She was Wonder Woman, a mighty heroine. But where was she? "Whath happening? Whath are you doing?"
Outraged, but desperately confused, Wonder Woman swung into action. "Take your hanth oth me! I am a Thuperheroine! You'll pay for thith!" But her confidence gained her nothing. She grabbed his wrists attempting to push him away - and failing utterly.
Her filter gone, she gasped in shock. "H-how!? You're thtronger than me. B-but..."
"Oh everyone's stronger than you now sweetcheeks", he grinned, his hands diving lower, devouring more of her nearly-nude form. "Look at you, you've even peed your panties in your sleep! What's up, honey, did you have a bad dream?"
"Yuh-yeth", she confessed before she could think to stop herself. "Areth, he, he wath raping me - and I couldn't thtop him"
"See Wondy, you can't even protect yourself in your dreams", blowing on her neck
"Yuh - yeth I can!" she squealed uncertainly, realising that she was clad in just a skimpy and very sodden pair of panties. "An, I didn't pee my pantieth. I- I'm a Thuperheroine. Thuperheroines don't pee themthelth - I, I'm Wonder Woman!"
Somehow, she managed to haul herself to the edge of the bed and tried to haul herself to her feet, her companion happily letting her struggle to show off her athletic prowess. But as her spindly legs quivered desperately to lift her humonguous chest, her bladder betrayed her once again.
"'Superheroines' may be able to control their bladder - but you certainly can't", he guffawed.
"N-noh!", she wailed, her hands shooting to her crotch in despair. "Whath happenin'?"
"What's happening, little miss Pissy Pants, is you're wetting yourself again", he grinned. "Need a diaper?"
"Whath!", she howled in outrage. "I don' need a diapee - I'm a big girl! You juth try it!"
Somehow she hauled herself close to upright, turning to try and face him down. She pulled herself into something approaching her power pose; "N-now whath happenin' ith that..."
BRRUMPH! She interrupted herself with a shuddering and catastrophic explosion of diarrhea.
"...Ith that you're now shitting herself!", he finished for her. "Now come here..."
Horror struck, Wonder Woman simultaneously tried to stem her twin flows and back away from him; instead she clumsily tripped over her feet and landed on his lap.
"Cheers, sweet cheeks, that makes it easier", he said, positioning her squarely over one knee.
She strained herself to get up, failing dismally. "Geth oth me!" she wailed.
He did the opposite, ripping off her soiled panties with one hand, then ramming them in her mouth to neatly gag her. Disgusted, she tried to shake them loose, but he neatly popped a strip of gaffer tape over her mouth. She clumsily tried to tear it free, bit her feeble and uncoordinated fingers simply couldn't get the slightest purchase.
"That's better, slut", he grinned, patting her bottom almost in affection. "It's not like anyone's interested in what you've got to say."
He easily held in place her bucking form, her limbs trying and failing to push herself free; only adding to her uncertainty - what was wrong with her? Why couldn't she save herself? AND WHAT WAS HE GOING TO DO TO HER?
He grabbed a handful of wet wipes and started to clean her up. With his other hand, he started to toy with her nipples, adding to her uncertainty as unexpected arousal added to her state of distress. She choked on her fetid panties, as she collapsed in a shuddering orgasm.
"Well done there", he simply encouraged her. "Glad to see that you're still showing your old Amazon authority and self control!...
A few moments later he'd added a fresh diaper to her helpless form, and injected a needle into her neck. There was no need to tell her, but it would remove any ability to filter her responses from the already confused and distraught heroine. He tossed her over his shoulder and strolled towards her next encounter.
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