"Well that's you well and truly fucked honey", as he activated it remotely. Supergirl bucked desperately, simultaneously trying to eject it out of herself and fish it out with her fingers. But still she was helpless, and her butt rose only fractionally, and she could still generate little other than pain throughout her dislocated arms. Her fingers twitched fractionally, but she had no control to grasp anything, and it was far too deeply embedded.
"You know, SloppyTits," he gloated; "This really is quite remarkable stuff. It's magical in fact; you could spend a decade studying intensely with the greatest martial artists in the world, and it won't let you take in a thing. You could get your slutty magician friend to zap your powers back - and nothing will happen. Forget the fact you can no longer knock the skin off a rice pudding; it'll be a minor miracle if you can connect in the first place. Girl, consider yourself the ultimate punchbag."
Warming to his theme, he ignored her desperate cries for him to remove it; "One thing of your Kryptonian nature that it lets you keep is your invulnerability; while there's just about no-one alive that couldn't beat you to jelly, they're not going to kill you. They'll just hurt you - a lot. And you get to keep your long life - you're going to be this way for a long, long time!"
Supergirl was crying like a baby. She could feel her very essence draining away from her; her heroic nature, her strength, her courage. She didn't want to know what would be left behind. It was like a plug being emptied at the bottom of a huge ocean; and all the life-giving water pouring away to leave behind a lifeless desert. Everything that made her who she was was disappearing, and in the most humiliating way possible; flat on her back and waving her legs in the air as a golden vibrator fucked her powers away.
And the red kryptonite did its work as well. Already, even the slightest contact on her erogenous zones was leaving her a quivering mess of pleasure. The dark influence of the red material, together with the highly effective nature of the movement of the device itself, left her completely insensible. Once again the body that was no longer her own to command completely betrayed her, but even more spactacularly than before; milk squirted so far from her udders that it hit the ceiling. She squirted her own pleasure towards the warden's ankles. Then her bladder and bowels completely gave way once again, seemingly as her discarded nature transformed itself into a diarrhetic pool of filth that poured out of her completely unhindered. And she had no choice but to lie in it and see what he chose to do to her next.
And the warden stood over the fallen heroine laughing, then spurting his own contribution all over her stricken form
Kara knew she was no longer a heroine. Heroines made decisions to save others. She could no longer make any decision even to save herself.
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Dimly she realised that there was more than one man laughing at her, as she saw the doctor and two guards had joined the room. Her courage had left her and she quivered in fear at what they too could do to her. No longer dare she even think of any way out of the situation. A nod from the warden saw her hoisted out of her pool of shame with a beefy arm under each armpit. It was almost a relief and even more so as she felt the twisted medic unclip her now-filthy 'skirt', 'top' and 'boots' and start dabbing away with a succession of baby wipes, clearing the filth away from a body that was now as naked as the day she was born. It was only adding to her shame that his ministrations again activated unwelcome feelings that she could no nothing to hinder, and a now-familiar shudder demonstrated her unwanted thanks to her very personal assistants.
"Dirty Slut", muttered one of the guards as the medic briefly took himself away from adding to a growing pile of filthy strips of fabric, and instead pulled out the sodden dildo that had provided her final destruction. Any relief instantly disappeared as he produced a piercing gun and fired it straight through her clitoris. Any single movement that she now took would leave it moving imperceptably, and 'activated' as she now permanently was, it would take far more reserves than she had ever had to control herself. Now she found herself constantly ejaculating as he renewed his ministrations, and the guards enjoyed themselves with their free hands by playing with her engorged titties.
After eventually clearing her nether regions of layers of accumulated filth, he the produced two vibrators even larger than the golden monstrosity that had tormented her so badly, and calmly inserted one in her well-lubricated pussy, and the other in her equally-responsive ass. Despite their size, both were buried very deep that their base was within the folds of flesh and would need more concentration than she currently possessed to work them loose. Both were were set on high, but unpredictable settings. She could only whimper pathetically in response, her courage and resistance utterly destroyed.
Meanwhile the warden had disappeared, and now appeared pushing a comically oversized pushchair. "Like your new chariot, SloppyTits?" he enquired. Seeing as you can't drag those udders around any more, we thought that we'd give you a bit of help. But after the mess you've made of my office, we needed to clean you up a bit first." Perfect timing struck again as the medic paid particularly close attention to her perineum, and her squeal of unrequited pleasure hit Top C.
"But seeing as you've become such a worthless little FuckSlut, you've made us have to give you a bit of help to stop you squirting all over the place" And he calmly pulled out an adult diaper. Supergirl had spent much of the last hour pouring out her vile secretions, and couldn't deny that in her current situation it may be necessary evil, but this was a humiliation too far.
"N-no, puh-please n-no", she babbled pathetically. "I -I'll be a guh-good guh-girl. Puh-please duh-don't muh-make me wuh-ware th-that. I am a Suh-a Soop - a SuperHURGH - a Superheroine and I can con-control my-myself" Once again Supergirl's brave words were undermined by her own body another shuddering climax struck her at exactly the wrong moment.
"Why don't I believe you?" He smiled condescingly, before adding his own last wipe to her sopping vulva and proceeding to fasten the humiliating piece of padded fabric around her nether regions. Somehow for her, built like a barbie doll with a pair of spare tyres fastened to her chest, it was even more ridiculous. The final touch of the golden 'S' emblazoned on the front did not help either.
"Right boys, pop her in." The mighty heroine was unceremonously dropped ass-first into her new seat. It was perfectly sized - big enough to hold her securely, but small enough to have her long legs and bounteous boobs spilling out the sides in quite wonderful fashion.
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