"Duh-Damn You", she gasped. "I'll fine-find a way yet - you'll see"
"Ah, the joy of empty threats", he laughed from his considerably better position. "Tell you what, let's see how you get on after this."
He stamped her right shoulder to the floor, dropped her left arm, grabbed her right wrist with both hands, and twisted and pulled with all his strength. Her shoulder joint popped straight out of its socket. She screamed louder than ever before. He then calmly repeated the trick on the other side. This time her scream was so loud it was inaudible to humans.
"Like that, did you?" Her tormentor queried callously. "They ain't been a fat lot of use to you I know, but you can't say that there wouldn't be consequences. I suppose at some point we might pop them pack in for you, but there's no hurry."
"Puh-please! PLEASE! You can't leave me like this!" She pleaded desperately.
"Can and will sweetheart" he grinned. "Tell you what darlin', why don't you have a go at getting up from there - unless you'd like a helping hand of course"
No way! As vulnerable as she was, anything but him laying his hands on her. She'd show him yet what it meant to be a heroine - even in the face of certain defeat a heroine can show her dignity and courage. But the actual process was again a different matter. The weight of the orbs in her chest meant it was too much to simply kneel up. Her arms dangled uselessly down either side, try as she might to move them, they wouldn't even twitch. No help was coming there. Eventually gritting her teeth, she managed to laterally roll onto her right side. She planned to stop there, but once her weight had shifted, it kept going, she ended flat on her back with her mighty tits now on top of her. Her position had not improved.
She gasped for breath, the pressure of the medicine balls on her chest crushing her lungs and internal organs. She tried with everything that she had to sit up, to ease the pressure, but she lacked the strength to raise anything lower than her neck. Doing so gave her another glimpse of her tormentor, and she realised the view that she had now presented; virtually naked and flat on the back with her giant tits in the air. She could still move her legs, and could still, just, push herself across the rough carpet; agonisingly slowly, adding carpet burns to her ass and the length of her back.
And he joined the cameras in silently watching her travails.
Eventually she found what she needed in a solid wall, and ever so slowly pushed herself against it until eventually she was sitting up with her back locked against it. Now came the hardest part; heaving, straining, sweating, she pulled her feet up underneath herself, and miracle of miracles managed to get to her feet. Still she leaned heavily on the wall, her chest pulling her forward and in footwear designed to make her stumble; Supey realised she had to think very carefully about how to proceed, she may have manged to stand, but trying to walk anywhere could well land herself back on the floor, and she knew there was no way she could haul herself upright again.
"Three cheers for the almighty heroine", he sarcastically applauded. "Finally she manages to grow up from a baby pissing herself to a toddler learning to stand. Still doesn't seem to have grown up enough to dress herself though!"
"Let's take a closer look at those titties shall we..."
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