No superheroine was likely to submit willingly to such a humiliation, but perhaps a wiser heroine than Supergirl may have wanted to test out the extent of the restoration of her powers before rashly gambling a horrible future for a terrible one. But wisdom had never been one of Supergirl's strengths. After the shame and pain that she had already endured, the dream of freedom was too powerful to be ignored. Even without any of any her powers, any fit young woman should be able to subdue a number-cruncher like this one.
Our heroine leaped into action, springing elegantly from her seated position to vault over the desk and pirouette in mid-air before launching a devestating scissor-kick into his chin.
At least that was what she meant to do.
However, she had miscalculated two significant change factors - her ravaged boots that gave her no real purchase as they hit the floor, and her humungous boobs that had increased and thrown forward her centre of gravity. Not to mention the fact that her original athletic grace had been replaced with an awkward feebleness.
What actually happened was that her feet slipped, her top-heavy frame sent her towards the desk far lower than she intended, and her enfeebled arms, still numb from hours of bondage, could no nothing to either her transfer or slow her speed. Her jaw crashed into the solid wood of the desk at sickening speed, and approximately 0.7 seconds from launching her attack, she was knocked clean out without anyone laying a hand on her.
And, unbeknownst to her her bladder gave way leaving her lying on the floor in a puddle of her own juices.
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