Two guards emerged from the shadows, reached down and picked up the heroine with a hand under each armpit, before unceremonously dumping her on a changing mat on the side of the stage. In doing so they pulled her useless arms away from their destinations, giving her some relief for the first time in minutes; but the constant ring through her clitoris and the still-very active vibrators kept her sufficiently distracted. Once again she instantly fell back, pressed down by the weight of her own chest.
Without further ado, he opened the stinking package, and comically held it between finger and thumb for the perfect photo opportunity. "Look how she degrades herself", he provided a running commentary, "Not only does she befoul herself, she expects others to clear up her mess. In her other life, this was our poor overburdened security services. Here, she needs others to wipe her own bottom".
He had always planned on taking his time in cleaning her up, but it actually took a lot more time and a lot more wipes than he expected. And the cameras constantly clicked and rolled. Mid way through he easily pulled out both vibrators, again apologising to the press for the extent of the degraded choices that she had made. Once again the humiliated heroine longed to correct him, but sucking for air through the cursed dummy remained top of her current action potential. She painfully knew that the constant stimulation they had seen her giving herself did not play well in her favour.
Finally, she was clean, and he liberally spread nappy rash cream all over her once most forbidden parts. The medic had assured him that this would temporarily weaken her leg muscles so these could no longer annoyingly wave about, to whatever little use they had recently offered her. Eventually he clasped a fresh but identical diaper around her loins, giving her a surreptitious pat on the ass as she did so.
"Hopefully you may be able to keep yourself clean for a little while in front of these fine gentlemen", he playfully chided her as he lifted her up from the table as you might carry a small child - albeit one with ludicrously oversized breasts. "Come and sit on knee, you have some things that you need to tell these people" As he sat down he apologised for the embarrassing nature of the position of the former heroine, as he placed her firmly in his lap - but as she appeared so unwilling to speak out in defence of her erstwhile comrades, he was going to have to give her 'a helping hand'.
And so our heroine found herself effectively paralysed, wearing little more than a diaper and a smile as his hands continued to surreptitiously caress her near-naked flesh. Never had she felt so powerless, still longing to wipe the smirk from his face but lacking the remotest capability of doing so. Meanwhile her ludicrous bosom heaved in front of her eyes, gasping for the breath she needed to keep functioning even at this level. She sucked still at the accursed object and only then, finally unencumbered by two giant vibrators up her twin holiest of holies, noticed the strange taste on the nipple and wondered what she had been compelled to suck on...
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