Even now Supergirl tried to do something to change her situation, waving her legs desperately in protest. In her mind perhaps she hoped she could upend the humiliating chair. A while ago she may still have been trying to kick out a knee or testicle, but the golden dildo had reinforced her new role as a helpless victim too much, and the once-dauntless heroine now simply sobbed in humiliating defeat. All she now achieved was shifting the positioning of her once sacred-parts in relation to their alien intruders - and her fresh diaper became rapidly less so.
"Pwetty baby thinks she can walk" sniggered the warden, as he pulled our a pair of booties and deftly slipped them over her waving feet. Again, attention had been paid to details; while padded to resemble babywear, they were also the same red as her former boots and monogrammed with the once-impressive 'S' logo that now only served humiliate her still further. Then he wrapped a simple velcro strap round each ankle to clasp her legs akimbo to the frame, at an angle designed to frame her diaper still further. Any normal adult, and all but the most feeble of infants, would rip their feet clear in a heartbeat; now the once-mighty Supergirl could not loosen a single tooth and eye.
"Little Miss Spunk-swallower needs a bit of help, we know, she's such a messy eater." Supergirl could only non meekly as he clipped a fresh electric blue bib between her humonguous orbs, once again complete with her formal symbol of power.
Next came wrists; pulling fluffy yellow bracelets complete with ludicrous symbol. But this time carefully positioned her hands as per his plans - her right hand slipped into her diaper so her fingers dangled unseen onto her clitoris. Sadly for our heroine, she now had enough movement in her arms that she could move only her fingers - and the red kryptonite put them to work. Similarly her useless left arm was pulled on top of her orb into such a position that it would not easily slip off - but her fingers agonisingly could just tickle her nipple. This was fully in view, the once-perfect heroine visibly pleasuring herself - and her self-control so completely departed that subconsciously she did so enthusiastically.
And finally, he completed her new look with a monogrammed red bonnet, delightfully accentuating her already ludicrous pigtails. She couldn't look more pathetic if she tried.
"Don't you look delightful?" he grinned amicably. "Just the ticket for your big interview with the media!"
The media! She couldn't let cameras see her like this! Being arrested had brought enough dishonour to her colleagues; if she was photographed in this humiliating fashion, no Superheroine could maintain any credibility again. Unable to fully focus her thoughts with the irrefusable demands of titillating herself, she made her last desperate attempt for a smidgen of dignity.
"Puh-Puh-Puh-Please (gasp), I'm a ro-ohhhhhhh-ole model to chil-chil (pant)children!. You can't (wheeze) let them suh-see me..." Her concurrent ministrations left her speechless, totally unable to even gasp out her intended 'like this'
"Cost you a lot to spit that out didn't it darlin'", he condescended her once again. "See me what? Your ludicrous tits? Your soggy diaper? Your dismal failure to even stop yourself flicking yourself off? Oh, they are going to see that and more. We want pretty girls to see what can happen to them if they start trying to push around big nasty men"
"And now it's time for the final couple of items." Firstly, an ear plug was wedged so far up each nostril to completely block her air flow. Already struggling for breath with the mighty medicine balls crushing down her lungs, now she gasped for every breath. And then came the coup de grace, a huge dummy wedged securely into her gasping mouth, and finally silencing her desperate pleadings. Even her tongue was now too feeble now to spit it out, all she could now do was breath desperately through the limited air holes, keeping herself alive by desperately sucking on the final humiliating object.
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