Spud had banked on the fact that he may gain himself a moment; but things were going far better than he had anticipated. But in his hand he had the bottle of chloroform that he had liberated from Batgirl earlier - seeing Black Canary and Robin finally managing to force their heads, both desperately short of breath, beyond Batgirl's giant boobs to his side of the delectable barrier. Black Canary was visibly gagging as she had nowhere else to go but deeper into the puddle of faeces that Batgirl was still adding to, but despite her disgust she simply had nowhere else to go, smearing her own torso as she went. Robin, desperate for a handhold to further her own snail-like progress, was reduced to clutching at Batgirl's sodden crotch. Now was the time to hinder their progress further - and he smashed the whole bottle at Batgirl's feet in the pool of sludge. It bubbled up rapidly, emitting noxious fumes that filled most of the alley in moments. Black Canary, Robin, and Batgirl herself instantly passed out. Specially formulated to target Superheroines but leave men unaffected, Spud was fine.
He turned to check on the once-formidable Huntress. Not long ago she would have bounced to her feet, even after her shuddering and most-unfamiliar impact. Now, it had been a considerable achievement to gingerly climb to her knees, and steady herself against the wall before trying to find her feet. Fumes wafting her way hindered her process still further, as she gasped for fresh oxygen following her crash and filled her lungs with chloroform. Through bleary eyes she saw that her colleagues were both impeded and out cold. She was on her own. Disturbingly, their target was standing strong in front of her, laughing - how could some street thug be so unaffected while at least two Superheroines were completely incapacitated?
"Struggling there are you Cuntress?"; he sniggered "Need a hand up there?"
"He reached down and brazenly took a firm handhold of her crotch and one of her tits, and hoisted her upwards. Her halter had disintegrated on impact, but he ripped aside her barely-existent scanties to leave her clad now in only her belt, gloves and boots, staggering on heels far too narrow for her needs.
"H-how dare you"; she gasped in shock, breathing in more of the diluted-but-damaging fumes. "Prepare (huff) to feel the (gasp) wrath of my staff of (wheeze justice!" Her hand shot to her side, grasping for her familiar staff in her familiar clip. But what she grabbed was far from familiar - the giant dildo that Spud had noticed earlier. She stood stupidly, incredulous as to what was in her hand and where it had come from. Where was her staff? What was going on here? Barely conscious, she leaned over heavily, her swinging breasts pulling her further off balance, trying and failing to rally her occluded thoughts.
"Oh, you want to play?" Spud grinned "I'll give you a hand, you don't look that dextrous any more..." He easily pulled our toy from her enfeebled grasp - and rammed it straight up her cooch, flicking it onto its maximum setting as he did so, firmly embedding it to the hilt. The stricken heroine tried to pull it out, but in horror she found herself too weak and clumsy to gain any sort of grip. She tried to raise her arms, to try to attack her tormentor - but the fumes now overcame her, and she collapsed forward into his waiting arms. He gently lowered her to the ground, taking care to lower her face first into Batgirl's mess, her tousled locks intermingling with the snoozing Black Canary. He pulled her arms behind her and securely hastened them into the bondage uniglove that he had liberated from Batgirl earlier. He took off the helpless Huntress' own belt and looked to see what useful treasures that she may have brought along. He was delighted - while Batgirl had brought along plenty of things to hinder and humiliate herself; Huntress had brought along something like a party pack...
For now, he utilised two pairs of leg cuffs that she had thoughtfully provided, one round her ankles and the other her knees; each with solid chains designed to hobble, hinder, and humiliate.
Seeing that Black Canary was deepest under, he turned his attentions to Robin, calmly grabbing her outstretched arms and dragging her through her fleshy prison, in a manner almost like giving birth and provoking a murmur from the comatose Batgirl. The remnants of her mis-sized costume failed to make the trip, and he lingered over her top-heavy-but perfectly formed body, caressing ever curve ans sucking on her swollen nipples while she slumbered helplessly. Eventually he lowered her face-first into the mess on the other side of Batgirl's legs, before using Huntress's spares to secure Robin similarly.
Finally he squeezed out the Black Canary, more gingerly as she was already covered in filth. She came out covered with multiple grazes from scraping against the floor, but very little of flimsy fish-net tights were left intact, leaving her in as humiliating a state of undress as her colleagues. She too was secured, but left facing her team-mates. Spud liked the idea that as the fumes dissipated they would wake up confused at both their own pitiful state - and the non-existent chance of any of their colleagues supporting them.
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