Huntress desperately tried to gather her thoughts, but her terrible situation was getting worse by the minute. She couldn't free herself! She was hobbled so effectively she couldn't run, and even without them she was hopelessly top-heavy. None of her colleagues were in any better a state, and she could see Spud staring to pay especially close attention to poor Robin. She had to act!
Huntress relied on her many hours of training to deliver a vicious headbutt at Figplucker. Maybe if she could just hit him right she could stun him for a moment, she might be able somehow activate the tazer on his belt and take out Spud as well, while he was clearly distracted. She shuddered at the thought of hobbling to freedom in her current condition, but she would have to sacrifice her disgrace in the hope of finding a condition who would help her and her colleagues...
But Huntress was getting FAR too ahead of herself. Her skill at arms was a thing of the past. She succeeded only in toppling limply towards her adversary, her matted hair gently flicking his chest as she undid her efforts and collapsed onto her knees once again. Knowing what it cost her last time, she simply didn't dare try to stand again.
"Oh, is the Superwhore all tired?", Figplucker chuckled. "Do you need a sit down?" He calmly booted her in the crotch connecting beautifully with the huge dildo barely emerging from her holiest of holies, driving it even deeper into her. Even unbound, she feared that she would now need some assistance to remove it.
"I thought you were a great fighter, bitch!" He crowed, warming to his work. "I thought you've justified your vigilantism because us cops were useless! What was that you said? You're more than a match for any cop - in fact you could take down 10 of us? Well you seem to be struggling with just one!"
He kneed her in the face brutally, holding her head in place to maximise the impact. With his nightstick he smacked her across both tits, sending her helplessly spinning backwards onto her ass, smearing her excreta over herself even worse. A boot to the stomach saw a fresh shameful explosion hit the street, and he only laughed at her pitiable state.
Huntress was now squealing and babbling pathetically for mercy that she knew wouldn't come. Instead he pulled out a couple of devices that Spud had thrown him - two bells attached to vicious alligator clips. Flat on her back, now heavily weighted down and trussed helplessly, she could only succeed in wobbling her ludicrous breasts about. It was the work of a moment to brutally clasp each nipple, each time bringing a squeal of pain
"Puh-please", she wailed, jingling herself as she tried to shake them free, without even the slightest chance of success "Take them out! They hurt so much! I'll do whatever you want..."
"Oh, you'll do that anyway", he grinned, yanking her up to her knees by her hair, "My cock's all dirty after it's been in a filthy incontinent whore like you. Better lick it better..."
"Nuh - no", she feebly protested, "I'm a Su-OOP". Once-mighty Huntress was gagged as he drove inside her her helpless mouth. Her nose crushed by his previous brutal treatment, she gasped for breath as he happily explored her welcoming orifice. Sadly for Huntress, Figplucker was far from a fit man, and he needed time before he was ready to blow, and he was in no hurry.
But Huntress could barely breathe! As sickened as she was, her only way to stop herself being choked to death was to make him finish this quickly - and she put all her efforts into making him do so...
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