Spider-Woman, Electra-Woman, and Dyna-Girl were still in the Warden's flat; he'd seen no hurry to end their their torment as the stricken heroines continued to foul themselves and each other. Each of them continued to fruitlessly pull at their bonds, achieving nothing more than exhausting themselves still further. Electra-Woman and Dyna-Girl stared helplessly into each other's eyes, longing to apologize for what they were putting each other through - but denied even that action by their brutal vibrating dildos forced down their throats. The random nature of their automatic spanking controls were impossible to predict or become acclimatized to, and they yelped and sobbed continually as their tenderest parts became ever more agonized.
But even they stared down in complete contempt at Spider-Woman. She was in no more control than themselves, but visibly dealing with the humiliation in a rather different way. With the danger the effluence dropping from above, her treacherous spider-sense only increased rather than dissipated with every moment of her shameful captivity, and resulted in constant explosive orgasms. Desperately, she tried to focus her addled mind and take herself out of the situation, but completely lacked the skill - instead she obsessed about her failure and disgrace; she should be freeing herself, rescuing the girls above her, and entering the Warden into a World of torment... But as she tried to focus on what SHOULD be happening, she lost what fragment of concentration she still had, she'd mess herself again, lose her train of thought, and collapse into another defeated orgasm.
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Maria Hill was doing what she'd originally intended to, and getting better acquainted with the agents that she had believed under her control, but not quite in the manner that had come to place. She'd lost count of the men that had abused her over the last few hours (although her reduced mind could no longer continue to count once she ran out of pinkies), and despaired at her inability to offer even the most token of resistance. Her fighting spirit, with absolutely nothing left to back it up, was rapidly beaten out of her, and now she meekly sucked on everything presented to her. At first she'd told herself that she was waiting for the chance to fight back when the situation had turned in her favour; but with each tasty semen treat she forgot more and more of who she used to be. Gradually her righteous outrage faded into meek compliance as she serviced her former employees ever more enthusiastically.
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On the Justice League Satellite, Hawkgirl had foolishly left Funbaggzz the Green Lanternette was failing in monitor duty. While Hawkgirl slumbered heavily in her quarters, her troubled sleep bringing her no relaxation or recharge, but instead each laboured breath in a low-cut nighty she would once never have dreamed of wearing appeared to swell her already swollen chest. And a yellow puddle continued to stain her bed between her heaving thighs
Naive and inexperienced even before the Warden's intervention, Funbaggzz found her increasingly glazed eyes staring at the monitors without having a clue what she was looking for. She absent-mindely took off her ring of power and started tapping at the desk. Instantly, she had cause to regret it; the residual power of the item being all that was holding her bladder closed. Lacking even a semblance of self-control, she only realised as her skimpy emerald briefs and the chair itself was thoroughly soaked. "I've gone potty" she murmured to herself pathetically, stupidly scrambling to her feet and dropping her briefs to the floor. She unsnapped her overstretched halter, and used the insufficient amount of fabric to dab at herself. But even in touching herself down there, she started peeing herself again, leaving her whole uniform a urine-soaked mess. What on earth was wrong with her?
Humiliated, she waddled off to the nearest cubicle, leaving her power item and disgraced uniform behind. She was shocked to find the door to the ladies securely locked, the satellite's security systems adjusting themselves to act against the interests of its two occupants. Hawkgirl was oblivious to know that the odourless gas pumping into her room would very soon remove even the merest hint of defensive capabilities or self control. She would awaken to find her sheets stained in more than just urine.
The Green Lanternette frantically scurried around the station, finding that any bathroom she found was securely locked. In fact, every door she tried was locked apart from the ones the Warden had permitted her to open, guiding her through a maze of corridors until she was hopelessly lost.
With each step towards a destination not of her choosing, she became ever more discomfited, a broadening trail of pee following her as she increasingly lost control of herself. Her intestines rumbled ever louder, and she came ever closer to inevitably fouling herself. Deeply she regretted leaving her ring behind - only now she considered that even now she may have been able to conjure some sort of forcefield to protect herself...
And both heroines were oblivious that the Satellite's cameras switched themselves from 'monitor' to 'broadcast', a clentele of specialist perverts enjoying every moment of their struggles.
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