Wonder Woman desperately and completely unsuccessfully pulled against the manacles that held her completely helpless. She couldn't be in this situation, imprisoned, stripped, brutalised, and struggling to control even her bladder. Where was her strength, her courage - she'd come through so much before now, somehow she had to reassert a sense of authority, and remind them who was in charge.
"Get your filthy paws off me!" She shouted as sternly as she could muster. "You're going to pay for this! When I recover my abilities, I'll tear you apart
"Sorry, were you trying to threaten me there? I struggled to hear your pathetic squeak over the sound of your pee hitting the floor!" He smiled evilly at her and faked a yawn. "And how, precisely are you going to do that Sweet Cheeks? Why don't you tell me how you're going to become anything other than a worthless little fuckslut"
"I am an, uh, an Amazon!" Her latest attempt at exerting some authority faltered again as the Guard switched his attentions to again driving his fist into her brutalised twat. "I am a (gasp)Warrior! I will get free, and then you'll see..."
"See what?", twisting her nipple so brutally she was incredulous it remained attached. "I thought you'd lost your abilities without your precious belt and shit..."
"I have more (argh), more than I need to deal with the likes of you. Years of training mean that (gasp), there is no man I can't overcome in a fair fight"
The Guard guffawed loudly. "Fair! Fair! All those years of throwing your weight around because of your precious belt has given you a false sense of grandeur bitch. Look at you, squatting here pissing your panties (Oh sorry, you lost them, of course) making empty threats. You couldn't even threaten my Grandma!"
"T-Try me!", she whimpered, trying to convince herself that he may indeed be stupid enough to release her from her bonds. She'd take him apart - and then maybe she could see about getting out of this place.
"Ok you worthless Slut, I'll take that bet" (Wonder Woman's eyes widened, she couldn't believe that he was going to go for it) "Let's see exactly what you can do shall we?" He leaned over and took off her restraining collar, and leg manacles. But he paused before undoing her handcuffs.
"You know what Wondy, I think it will be more fun to have a little beat the clock challenge"
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"Well it's quite simple really." He sounded almost conversational , but chose to gave her the cheapest of cheap shots in her battered snatch. Wonder Woman only gurgled desperately. "When a Prisoner gets caught trying to smuggle in drugs, our policy is quite simple, we need to know there's nothing else out there, so you get a nice little injection of laxatives."
"That wasn't the deal!" she whimpered.
"You're in no position to argue," he grinned, attempting to tie her nipples in a butterfly knot. His twisted assistant offered him a lethal-looking syringe "You think that you're a big strong girl. Normally this takes about an hour to kick in. That should give you plenty of time to take me down, escape from this place and 'attend to business'. If you really are a genuine heroine, maybe you'll have even longer long enough to find an antidote? But of course, but that little puddle of piss that you're sitting in suggests otherwise..."
"Do your worst, pig!" Her self-confidence was returning, and she was foolishly maintaining faith in her limited abilities. "A proud warrior like me has no fear of your vile drugs. My amazon constitution will deal with it all too easily."
"Let's see, shall we?" He reached behind her and inserted it firmly into her right buttcheek. Instantly, Wondy began to feel woozy "Wh, what's happening to me?"
"Oh, sorry, I forgot to say," he grinned "I understand it can make you feel a bit groggy at first, but I promise that I won't expect you to show off your illustrious fighting skills until you're ready. Of course, a proper warrior would hardly feel it..."
"I am... a... proper... warr... i... urgh..." Wonder Woman's voice tailed off as she passed out into a deep slumber.
"Of course," he grinned, addressing the wider room. "Now that Miss Battered Snatch is out cold, she can have a few other special treatments that there's no need for her to know about."
"That first injection was just a powerful anaesthetic. When she comes to, she'll have no idea what transpires here. THIS injection (piercing her left butt cheek) is the laxative, but of course a lot more powerful than I told her. Poor bitch would be walking cross-legged even if she still had her magic belt. It's pretty much permanent too; if she ever gets to try to fight crime again, she'll have to do it wearing a diaper."
"THIS injection," stabbing the back of her neck, "is going to permanently fuck with her nerve endings and muscle mass. That belt of hers increased her strength tenfold, with it she might still be around the level of weakest kid in remedial class. Shame we smashed it, without it she's about as powerful and threatening as a chihuahua poodle. And all those years of fighting training are pretty much down the swannie as well, she's now got the agility and grace of an octogenarian on stilts.
"And two more little prezzies," needles going straight into the centre of each nipple. "What's the point oh having udders like those if they don't do what they are designed for? The catalysts in here will keep these things lactating without relief for the rest of her long and sorry life. They'll keep swelling up like bastards too - SUCH a shame that they won't make bras in her size anymore."
He leaned over one more time and released the last of her restraints; the audience could already see her tits starting to swell beyond their already impressive size, her nipples glistening with the first of her milk.
"Ooh look, little Miss WonderSow's eyelids are fluttering - won't this be fun?"
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