Progress was desperately slow. The harried heroines were barely in fit state to to hobble along themselves, and the dead weight they were pulling behind them meant that they could barely stagger along at all. Each faltering step sent their devastated bodies into paroxysms of jiggling pain, each mighty udder bouncing freely and jangling a huge bell fastened agonisingly onto each nipple. Silently pleading for mercy they new wouldn't come, Spud constantly 'persuaded' them into greater efforts. Once able to fight for the justice of others, now they could no nothing to save their own dignity.
The bells soon did their work, and a crowd of citizens arrived to mark their progress. This provided yet another crushing blow to the heroines morale; once they would have expected at least shock at their situation, or maybe even a measure of assistance from some community-spirited individuals. But now they received only derision and ridicule, and they realised with horror that no longer were they the respected role models that they once were, but instead despised subjects of ridicule. Rather than praise and garlands strewn before them, now they received a barrage of ridicule, spit and rotten fruit. Each of them desperately wanted to plead their case, but they were securely gagged and their best efforts brought only long rivulets of dribble reaching into their swollen cleavages. And in their heart of hearts, they each now realised even their best linguistic skills could not save them from this fate.
After what seemed an eternity of constant torture, but in reality was about an hour, even Spud's most brutal ministrations could not drive on the utterly exhausted Black Canary on any further. She staggered into Robin, who herself was so close to the brink that the impact sent her in turn unto Huntress, and all 3 heroines collapsed into the ground in an ungainly heap. The heroines expected Spud to haul them back to their feet once again.
But he and Figplucker had something else in mind, they thought this was a good opportunity to make their un-noble steeds realise the penalties for not producing their best efforts. Figplucker addressed the crowd; "It looks like the poor Superheroines are all tired. Ahhh!" The crowd roared their applause. "It looks like they missed their breakfast and they need a little boost. Any guys here want to give them a quick protein shake? I reckon about 5 each should get them moving again".
Fresh fear gripped the heroines, and none of them any longer had the intestinal fortitude to prevent themselves from making their heavy and stinking diapers even fuller. They were being offered out to provide sexual favous for the crowd! And with their ring gags in place, they couldn't even try to resist them! Each of them, even Batgirl, desperately tried to react, to move to flee, but securely chained and top-heavy as they were, none of them could rise even as far as their knees.
Spud flipped them onto their backs, and the weight on each of their chests meant that they could not even roll over. Burly figures loomed over them ready to take their turn in face-fucking each of the four of them, and Black Canary was so desperate she made yet another catastrophic mistake, momentarily forgetting how her Canary Cry had backfired on her so badly last time, and trying it one more time.
Maybe her mewling cry was distorted by her ring gag. Maybe it was the Warden's magic that decided if she had not kearnt her lesson on her own, then she and her colleagues would have to take collective responsibility. Once again nothing happened to their assailants. But this time each of the foursome's breasts doubled instantly in size, and they felt their thoroughly-emptied intestines fill so that they could
Their situation had not improved. Tears poured down their cheeks as four strange men lowered themselves one of them, none of whom seemed to have bothered to shower that morning. Their helpless torment continued. And they had many miles to cover.
Who else was on patrol that night?
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