Eventually, the warden sat down with a satisfied smile. Meanwhile our heroine remained sprawled across his desk, bitter tears of defeat and despair pouring down her face. Even him brutally face-fucking her had sent her over the edge, and she was utterly devastated on the feelings running unchecked through her body. Did she have no self-control? She was full of the taste of him, but remained so exhausted she could not even manage to spit. She dejectedly looked as her rapist reached into the drawer beneath her chin and pulled out a thin box, and waved it in his hand as he spoke.
"You know SpunkyTits, before I made you my personal cum receptacle, you really did have a chance. There really is no guard during that door. I just wanted you to remember that, so that you know that just maybe you could have got out of here if you had a few more brains. Oh, I admit I loaded a few things in my favour, but there was a chance there. You see, there's just no need for you to wear that ugly collar any more - everything that could do is now part of your very body. Oh, yes, I never showed you, did I?"
His hand reached into his pocket to touch a hidden control. A horribly familiar feeling again started throughout her chest as they again rapidly and painfully increased in size, only this time helplessly spurting out milk across the desk as they did do. This time, still enjoying the complete helplessness of his victim, he kept his finger on the trigger until the swelled to the circumference of car tyres.
Any encouragement Supergirl may have felt in the knowledge that her humiliatingly one-sided defeat was more pre-ordained than she realised was completely lost on her as the pressure of her hypersensitised teats on the leather desk drove her into another shuddering climax. Where was her Kryptonian discipline?
"That's more like it", he continued. "They really are 'Super' Tits now Slutty! But you see, it's time to make sure that we keep you in your current condition for the rest of your cocksucking life. Do you know what this is?" With a theatrical flourish, he opened the box and produced a huge golden phallus, with a huge ruby bellend.
Supergirl's dazed eyes opened in sheer terror. It couldn't be, it just couldn't! In sheer panic she lurched everything she had into one desperate movement to get away from the object. Near miraculously, her legs indeed still managed to move her backwards; but the additional weight she now carried was far too much for her to lift. Worse, she only succeeded in dragging just one pendulous udder off the desk; meaning she collapsed with a twist, leaving her pinned flat on her back by her own mammaries. She flailed her legs desperately to try to move herself - anywhere; but now the cruel mistress of gravity was far too powerful to be appeased.
"I guess I'll take that as a yes!" He stepped round the desk and looked down at his victim, who in her last desperate attempt to protect herself had only succeeded in opening herself akimbo. "This, my dear is Gold Kryptonite, shaped into an appropriate form. The permanent solution for us in keeping you manageable. Not like the green stuff in doing you some temporary harm, this stuff plays for keeps." He toyed with her, waving it in front of her tear-stained face. "Maybe in time you could expel some of the wonderful stuff running through your system. Maybe even shrink these udders a bit. Maybe you might even be able to control your bladder! But this stuff plays for keeps. Whatever it was that you have in your system that made you 'Super' (that we've been managing to suppress so well, as you've noticed!), will be gone for good. Nothing is coming back. You're not going to fly again, or stare your way through metal, or speed yourself around anywhere, or lift up cars or any other shit."
He ignored her whimpers and howls for mercy as he continued. "This stuff comes with a curse. It's not only going to leave you as weak as a kitten, but the weakest runt of the litter. If we let you, you could spend all your days in the prison gym and it won't let you build up even an ounce of muscle. It strips you down to being as feeble as you can be and still survive, and it keeps you there for the rest of your very long and worthless Kryptonian life. And the best thing, we've crafted it with a bit of the red stuff as well - you know, the stuff that makes you lose your inhibitions? You haven't exactly been keeping them in control anyway, and normally the red stuff is temporary, but I'm assured that together with the gold, it will be quite permanent. Girl, you're going to be about as chaste as a 30-year-hooker."
"Oh, and did I mention it's not just a dildo, it's a vibrator!"
And he thrust it deep inside her helpless form.
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