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Off to the Commissary

by TBLardmaster
Storyline Prison for Meta-Powered Women
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Previous Chapter The guards have more fun with Supergirl

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Time had begun to have little meaning to the once all-powerful maid of might. One by one, each guard proceeded to abuse her, continually prolonging and renewing both her pain and her humiliation. Every inch of her-once inviolate form was available, and virtually all were explored. Slowly her protests subsided, either falling on deaf ears, or just promoting more ridicule. Her engorged mammaries, still tormented by the batons firmly wedged beneath them, competed with her abused derriere for the part of her body racking her with most pain. Every inch of those cheeks were now blood red, her epidermis exposed by deal weals from the constant abuse; which continued longer than she could contemplate. Finally, as only her agony kept her from fading into unconsciousness.

"Now then Supertits", leered the head guard, "I hope that you may be finally beginning to learn your place here. We make the the rules, and you obey them. Any time that you think that things are unfair, or we're being a little harsh, you're perfectly welcome to make your feelings known - but don't forget that we'll very happily make our own riposte. Have you got that, Slut?"

"Yes", she whimpered, like the broken little girl she had been reduced to.

"Who's in charge?" "Y-you are"

"And what can you do about it?" "Nothing"

"Well done funbags, maybe you are finally learning. Now then boys, I think this little princess deserves to sit in her throne for a little while"

Powerful hands swept in and hoisted her by her shoulders, dragging the impossible weights with them as they did so - she struggled to believe that they didn't tear away from her, and almost wished they would - but at least the constant electrocution ceased as they finally lifted from the floor. But Supergirl's relief was short-lived, as she saw the 'throne' they had prepared for her - quite simply a sturdy chair padded with a deep tray of salt. Slamming her down into it, her lacerated heiny absorbed it instantly. Begging for mercy pathetically, she squirmed in her seat of pain, as she tried to raise herself - but the weight of her breasts was still too much to stand unaided, and their size and handcuffs too much to lower her hands to help herself in any way. Her desperate wriggling succeeded only in driving more of the unwanted substance deeper into ever more unwanted areas.

"Ok, that's enough I think" chucked her tormentor when he was satisfied that she could absorb nothing more. "And a bit of good news for you; we're not going to drag that heiny of yours around all day, so I suppose we'll have to give you a bit of a boob reduction". The remote once again triggered the collar into life, but this time her orbs oh-so-slowly reduced - nowhere close to normality, instead onge again the size and shape of basketballs, but enough that using her very last reserves of strength, she managed to stagger to her feet, and lift her throbbing cheeks into the open air.

"Tsk, look at you, covered in blood, salt and sweat", he rebuked her. "You were supposed to come in here to get clean. Oh, well, easily rectified".

He stepped aside as a colleague triggered a fire hose upon her. Briefly she tried to block the blast with her cuffed hands, but a look from the guard suggested that it would prove an unwise manoeuvre; she succumbed instead to turning on demand to have the the hated particles blasted roughly from her delectable derriere; eventually the rosy hue of her devastated cheeks shining brighter than Rudolf's nose.

"Now toots, time to shift that delectable ass", he murmured, stepping forward and possessively running his hand down through her bedraggled golden mane, down her dripping back to rest in her curvaceous cleft; "Move it!"

Without further ado, the helpless heroine staggered forward as fast as she could, desperate to avoid further abuse; but knowing that whatever was next in store for her was going to be unlikely to be to her liking.


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Ghosthand - 10/23/2014 11:15 AM
@ secondchance- Thanks, this story is right up my alley as far as what I like. Sorry about the words that are bunched up, something went wrong from my copy-paste and there is no option to edit. If I post any more I'll watch that closer.
secondchance - 10/23/2014 2:31 AM
Ghosthand - Great job with Wonder Woman's Hooker Adventure! Well written & exactly the direction I wanted to go.
q - 10/23/2014 1:49 AM
Just saw the text of Rebooter was clumped. Fixed it, now it's separate paragraphs.
Grimmer - 10/22/2014 5:00 PM
Anyone willing to work with me on any Wonder Woman/Zatanna or Catwoman/Wonder Woman storylines involving weight gain and/or domination?
Grimmer - 10/18/2014 9:38 PM
I liked it, gotham! Looking forward to more.
gothamalleyviper - 10/18/2014 9:21 PM
Let me know what you guys think, Hopefully I fuel some contributions
gothamalleyviper - 10/17/2014 10:02 AM
ES, I keep trying to pick up the weekend on Sunday morning, but work and such keeps me from working on Rubber Queen. You did guess who I was going to have WW marry
ESchorcho - 10/17/2014 8:20 AM
Going along with CorruptionCentral's theme, I would say the best choices for WW to marry would be Ares, Cheetah or Circe. GAV, do you need me to do anything with Rubber Queen?
CorruptionCentral - 10/17/2014 6:44 AM
GAV: For Wonder Woman I would like to see polar opposites as spouces... Cap & Red Skull, Dr Psycho & Cersi, Reed and Doom. People that want to kill each other but can't act on it due to the contract
gothamalleyviper - 10/16/2014 9:04 PM
If I were to put in a Wonder Woman thread for Waking up in Vegas, who do you guys think she should marry?



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