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"Wakey-wakey Superslut". The proud superheroine found herself being roughly shaken awake. This time the medic had disappeared, and had been replaced by the brutal guard. She was glad the medic had warned her about the side-effects of her treatment, she had a pig of a headache, her pupils felt that they had been scraped by sandpaper, and she generally felt that she had run an ultra-marathon.
"Up you get, Slutty", she was suddenly raised by her armpits, and as her position changed, she realised that her ridiculous boobs seemed to be throbbing in pain as badly as ever, and as they bounced on her chest it was only accentuated. Her faltering steps to try to regain her balance also realised that her ravaged ass was incapable of any sudden movements. Damn that medic!
Worse, she recognised something new, that she needed to visit the bathroom pretty soon. Trussed up as she was, she didn't want to even think about how she might go about that particular feat.
"Off to the warden now Slutty" he commanded
"Erm, can we just, erm stop a moment", she pleaded. "I'm really not feeling quite myself"
"Tough shit, bitch, we don't take requests" he grunted. "And haven't you learned by now not to answer back"
His beefy right hand slapped her bare ass cheeks harder than she could believe. While it added a new level of pain to her torment, she felt something new, strange, and unwelcome, a shiver of something almost resembling pleasure shooting up her spine. What on earth was that? Why did she feel like this? What was going on?
Sadly for Supergirl, she had no time to consider these things, as she was hurried out of the infirmary and down another corridor, far faster than she could have managed without their 'aid'. Worse, she realised that their hands on her bare skin were having a further unwelcome effect on her. What on earth was wrong with her?
Soon, but, not soon enough, she was before a thick wooden door, and after a knock, it turned slowly inwards. What awaited her within?
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