"Look guys!" sniggered the Lead Guard; "The Almighty 'Champion of All Women', literally scared scared shitless. What's up, little girl, are you all fwightened? Can't you handle it when you have to try to fight someone on even terms?"
"I-I'm not scared", murmured Wonder Woman unconvincingly.
"Really, Miss Poopy Pants?", he said questioningly. "So you're just so pathetic that without your belt of power you're too weak to control your own bowel movements?"
"N-no", said Wondy, confused between two unpalatable options "Y-you gave me laxatives"
"Only a mild dose, sweetcheeks", he lied profusely. "Just a little gentle persuasion to move things along a little. Got to see that there weren't any more drugs stuffed up there." He paused a moment. "By the look of the floor, there was literally nothing up there but shit. Jesus, whore, are you still going?"
Wonder Woman couldn't deny it, muddy filth still pouring out of her unhindered. "I-I need the bathroom", she admitted.
"Oh no!" he snapped back at her "'Bathrooms' are adults, not for helpless little girlies who try to play heroine and lose their costume and lunch" He gestured behind her, where a helpful colleague had slid something into play. "That's your toilet..."
Wonder Woman looked behind her nervously, not daring to look down at the muddy mess still being added to her ass cheeks. It was a potty, a bright pink child's potty. He couldn't expect her to debase herself still further.
"Never!", she cried, as commandingly as she could still manage. "I am a Heroine! How dare you suggest?"
"Prisoner 6969!", he shouted, "When I give you an order, you follow it, understand - get on that potty!" He punctuated his words by calmly stepping forward and again grabbing a leaking nipple in each hand.
Wonder Woman was outraged, but not yet defeated, and snapped "I told you before - take your hands off me! My proud body is no man's plaything!"
She stepped backwards, planning on pulling herself free from his grip, while simultaneously using the fact that he was now in range to strike him as hard as she could, relishing the chance to finally shake out a few teeth and knock him on his ass. Maybe she could yet recover some dignity from this terrible situation...
Two more harsh realities struck Wonder Woman in close succession; firstly that his grip was so strong that they slackened not one iota, despite hurling herself backwards at considerable speed; instead her swollen and painful udders stretched like overworked dough. Amazingly, this time her fist actually found its target, and for a moment she felt some satisfaction at the sickening crunch of bones, and relief that she had finally made contact.
But in reality her blow had hit him with all the force of a butterfly landing on a flower, and he simply smiled at her evilly, completely unfazed. Wonder Woman screamed in agony and impotent fury as she realised that the mightiest blow she could now muster had not affected him in the slightest, but crushed her hand so badly it felt like it had been trapped in a vice for multiple hours. What was wrong with her?
"Was that your best shot, slut?" he sniggered. "Care to try again?"
She dared not use he right arm, inflamed in pain from fingertips to elbow. Somehow she had to strike back, but was beside herself with the continued outrage of him freely molesting her nipples. She decided to fight similarly dirty, and moved to knee him in the crotch. But her move was desperately ill-coordinated, instead she tripped over her own feet and fell backwards, unable to regain her footing and her immense weight supported only by his grip on her nipples. He let her dangle pathetically for a moment before letting her fall on her leaking ass.
"Oooh", was all she could gurgle as she slipped in the muddy mess of her own faeces
"Ready to sit on your throne yet, 'Princess'?", he grinned.
"Never!" she whimpered, trying to haul herself to her feet from her impossible position, but with her immense top-heavy weight, feeble legs and only one good arm, she was unable to shift herself beyond the position of an awkward one-armed press up, to the sound of triumphant jeers all around her. The Guard calmly kicked her on the point of her elbow, neatly numbing it beyond practical use and again sending her careering helplessly onto her swollen udders.
Fresh terror gripped Wonder Woman's heart as she realised she couldn't get up; both arms now useless to her, her huge breasts simply too heavy to raise herself even to her knees. She had utterly failed to assert any authority, instead utterly failing to protect herself. What would he do to her?
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