"I don't need saving!" Still Powergirl clung on to blind faith rather than recognising the situation. "I am Powergirl and, whatever you may have done to her, that is Supergirl. We will make you may for what you have done to us. Evil will never triumph over good!" Desperately she tried to free herself, but her arms were well wrapped up in her shoulder straps, and she lacked the necessary leverage.
"Ploppy, I'm not evil", corrected the Warden. "I am just a community-spirited individual who is concerned about the actions of dangerous vigilantes like yourself. At your most powerful, you are unguided weapons of mass destruction, and you are dangerous to anyone around you. When you lose your focus, you are dangers to yourselves - in your current state you couldn't tackle a fish supper. We need to institutionalize you before anything happens.
"You... won't... instit... ution... alize... ME!" Powergirl shouted in triumph as he managed to free her left arm, at the cost of giving herself an even more painful wedgie than the one he had already inflicted on her, pulling the fabric deep into the crack of her perfect ass. Freeing her other arm was now simpler, and having done so she was able to adjust herself down below, aware that this fleeting contact stirred more unwelcome sensations; unbidden and unexpected sensations that she couldn't believe could again be building up so soon. Whatever was wrong with her, she knew she had to retake control of this situation and do so quickly. She started the unequal task of shoehorning her swollen mammaries back into her much-maligned costume, as humiliated as she had been, she had to try to regain at least some measure of dignity. It was even harder now, slowly, certainly, but they seemed to have been constantly growing since she arrived in this accursed place.
"Oh Ploppy", he shook his head in exasperation, "Are you still trying to flog those dead horses?" Such was the enormity of the gargantuan task in front of her, Powergirl was still struggling with her own cleavage in the time it took him to advance the nearly-forgotten next slide and casually amble over to her.
11. EASILY TORN
Too late she realised his presence, too slowly did she react, too feeble was her attempt to disrupt his inevitable attack - he simply grabbed an overstrained breast cup in each hand and ripped them apart and downwards; so damaged was the fabric that it completely in twain, continuing down past her belly, past her muff, continuing past her undercarriage to join the start of her ass-crack
Powergirl gasped in shock as he stood back to admire his handiwork. Now she had no chance of concealing herself; her bounteous breasts bounced playfully in the breeze, useless scraps of cloth flapping alongside them. Her golden pubic muff was similarly completely unfettered, and the last shreds of cloth below now served only as a framing device for her sodden pudendum. How had he done this? Only a moment ago it had taken all of her strength to find enough flexibility in the material to free herself - and far more than her strength for it to provide any coverage up top. And he had ripped it like it was tissue paper...
Another chunk of the Superheroine's courage and self-confidence disappeared.
"Nice Norks!" he grinned lascivously. "Thought it was about time you gave up putting those puppies away - they clearly want to play!"
"I'll get you for this", she desperately tried and failed to cover herself with her hands. "You can't expect to treat a Heroine like this and get away with it. You wait, I'll get my second wind in a minute and..."
He cut her off again, determined to remind her of her fragile situation; "Honey, your first wind did did you no good - I'm not going to lose any sleep. You're not even properly dressed for a strip club any more. Don't you think it's time to admit that you're a naughty little girl who needs to punished, and bend yourself over my knee?"
"H-How dare you!", she squealed in outrage. "I am a proud warrior - you may have managed the better in our early exchanges, but my courage and virtue will see me through". She started circling the stage, trying to demonstrate a forbidding martial arts page - not remotely impressively due to her virtual nudity and large breasts disturbing her balance. She tried to talk tough, looking for an opportunity to strike, hoping against hope that she might at least make some impression on him this time. "Mighty warriors before me have fought bare-breasted before, and..."
"Sweet cheeks, we've already noticed that you're far from mighty, and you're certainly no warrior!" He grinned, stating out her reach and enjoying the moment; "Did they have their pussy out as well? Did those 'mighty warriors' squirt all over the floor when they were frigged off? Did they have to taste it?" He waited until her pert backside was to the bulk of the cameras, advanced the slide and asked his next question;
12. DISPLAYS EMBARRASSING STAINS
"Did they have filthy skidmarks as well?
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