Wonder Woman had to struggle to keep her composure as the judge pronounced sentence.
After years of protecting the world form all kinds of threats, she was now being treated like a criminal!
She hadn’t done anything wrong, but that didn’t matter now.
Right or wrong, she’d fallen into the trap of the new laws against vigilantes and the state had decided to make an example out of her.
Grasping her shoulders firmly, the guards escorted her from the courtroom to a waiting prison van. The pace set for her was harsh due to her restraints.
In addition to the power-suppression collar, she was restrained with heavy handcuffs and legcuffs.
The Press were waiting in the courthouse lobby, eagerly snapping pictures as she was paraded before them. Photos of the world's foremost super heroine being led away in chains would soon dominate the news. She lowered her head, ignoring the barrage of
questions and accusations thrown at her. The experience was incredibly humiliating for the Amazon princess, who was used to being adored by all.
When they reached the van, the guards had to help her up into the rear compartment, due to her limited mobility from her chains.
One of the men, feeling bold, took the opportunity to cope a feel of her firm buttocks.
Letting out a startled gasp, she turned around, glaring in shocked indignation.
“Just trying to help you up,” the guard grinned lecherously.
She was buckled into a seat, heavy leather belts pulled tightly across her waist, knees, and chest.
The belt across her chest was just under her breasts, thrusting them forward and making them strain against the material of her costume.
Between all of her restraints, she could barely move at all.
The drive to the prison was long and time seemed to drag for Wonder Woman.
There were no windows in the prisoner compartment of the van, so she couldn’t even look out at the passing countryside.
Now that she thought about it, she didn’t even know where this prison was exactly.
At some point, the van must’ve turned off the highway onto a less traveled road, as the road started to feel uneven.
The imprisoned heroine could feel practically every bump, restrained to her seat as tightly as she was.
Finally, the van came to a definite stop.
After a few minutes, the prisoner compartment was opened up.
“We’re here,” the guard who’d groped her earlier greeted.
Unbuckled from her seat, but kept restrained in her chains, Wonder Woman was led out of the van.
Outside, she took in the foreboding sight before her.
The prison was a large gunmetal grey structure surrounded by high walls and watch towers. Those walls and towers were manned by guards in hi-tech armored suits and rifles.
“Welcome to your new home, ‘heroine,’” the guard sarcastically laughed.