"Miss Romanoff", he said, faking weariness, "Please try to stop worrying so much about how I feel about your feebleness. I really am far more concerned about why you have become so feeble, and the full extent of it". Once again he helped her to his feet, caressing all sorts of interesting flesh while he did so. "Now, my dear, I have another little test for you, but please do be careful because I don't wont you falling over again. I dropped my mug over there by the desk. There's a good handle on it, so I think that even your spatula hands should be able to pick it up..."
The Black Widow reluctantly pulled herself away from his arms and staggered her delightful frame over to his desk, her breasts and buttocks wobbling enticingly as she did so. She leaned heavily upon it to lower herself down and slip her rubbery fingers through the handle. But try as she might, she just couldn't begin to lift it. So weakened was she that even these few grams of crockery were way too much for her, and she collapsed to her knees in new-found shame; "Doctor, I'm sorry, you really are the World's best Doctor, and I can't even give you your mug that says so..."
This time he picked her up bodily, one hand between her buttocks and the other between her thighs, and placed her on his couch. "It's ok Miss Romanoff, it really is," he pretended to console her. "I appreciate that you are doing the very best you can, but obviously your best really isn't that great at the moment. But before I can even begin to help you, you need to help me work out exactly what is happening in this pretty little body of yours. Maybe, and I'm afraid it's a definite maybe, we could then try to see if you if we get you back to being a threat to anyone other than yourself."
"Thank you Doctor", she said in the meekest voice imaginable, trying and failing to remember what it felt like to be a dominant heroine and to feel in control rather than such a helpless victim. "What are you going to do to me now?"
He noticed her choice of words, further signifying total acceptance that whatever he wanted to do her was exactly what was going to happen - and she looked far from unhappy about it. "I'm going to take your temperature - in a few ways I'm afraid to make sure we get a thorough reading..."
"Anything for you Doctor...", she said soppily, gazing adoringly into his eyes.
Briskly, he inserted 3 different thermometers into her compliant form - the first in her lolling mouth, then propping up her bottom to insert a rectal thermometer, knowing full well that she could no longer manage to keep her own flesh above the mattress. Finally he popped a third directly into her tunnel of love. He paused a moment, gently caressing her hair - still the same colour but the lustre seemingly reduced to match her personality - the tones of red less fiery and somehow softer and more compliant. He then withdrew them, delighting anew at the wet pop that came from her cunt in doing so and made a show of checking the temperatures that he really wasn't interested in.
The once-formidable Black Widow was again full of gratitude; "Thank you Doctor, this really is so kind of you to be so thorough - I've never known anyone take my temperature THERE before. Oh, this really is too good of you, I can't imagine anyone wanting to have to go down there. You really are my hero..."
"Miss Romanoff, I'm afraid this isn't good news". She looked up at him expectantly. "I was really hoping that all these readings would be significantly elevated, but the only one that was in your vagina. I think we can dismiss that as a bit of an aberration, with all due respect you have been demonstrating a little excitement towards me, which I think must be due to whatever is going on in your body..."
"Doctor, no!", she wailed, interrupting him in her outrage. "I can't accept that, you must understand, you're the most attractive man I've ever seen. I'm really sorry I'm displaying any excitement, but I just can't help myself. I know someone like you would never stoop so low as a worthless skank like me, but I just can't help myself."
"Miss Romanoff, thank you, I remain flattered, but please understand this must remain on a professional footing," he enjoyed gently tormenting her. "The real problem is with these other readings - they're absolutely normal. I expected that these would be elevated demonstrating your body was reacting against whatever is changing it so adversely. If your body was fighting, I could give it a helping hand, give you a boost of some kind. But you are 'normal'. It's like your body has reset itself and this is how you're going to be from now on. As things stand, I'm afraid you mad need to stay in this state for a long time - maybe permanently.
"But Doctor, I'm a Superheroine", she said uncertainly. "I know that I'm totally safe with you (he smiled!), but what about when I leave here? How can I fight if I'm this feeble? What will they do to me? How can I protect myself?"
"Miss Romanoff, we're not done yet - but I do think we need to do some more tests - and I'm afraid you're not going to like them..."
"Doctor, I know there's nothing that you'll do to me that isn't for my own good," she assured him emphatically. "Please do your very worst to me..."
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