And so the once glorious Wonder Woman dutifully made her way deeper into the depths of her prison, one hand repeatedly swatting her battered behind, the other dived deep into the front of her swollen diaper and flicking her bean. Her waddling steps progressed her at an agonisingly slow pace, and it took her the best part of an an hour to stagger to the entrance of the wing that would be her new home. She left behind her a vile trail of pink viscous fluid, the constant jostling on her huge unfettered breasts further promoting their excessive lactation, and the vicious clips digging ever deeper into her ravaged teats. By then, she had came eleven times, and with her attentive guards never failing to address her by her full title in their 'helpful' directions, her diaper was giving her far too little protection and her newly petite derriere was its own agonised bloody mess; further tormented by the vile materials it remained in constant contact with. But any thought of easing her torment was barred from her mind, and she continued assaulting herself as painfully as she could manage...
As they entered the threshold of the wing, her accompanying guards made sure that the arrival of its newest inmate would not go unnoticed. Simultaneously, they wedged their stun batons deep into the soft flesh of the tenderised underside of her huge unprotected udders. Wonder Woman squirmed dramatically, her belled teats jingling crazily, but more than drowned out by her desperate agonised squeal. So great was her torment she almost managed to stop frantically fingering herself - but of course her continuous assault on her rear continued unabashed.
Wonder Woman never thought about attempting to resist - any such action was simply forbidden until she reached the 'comfort' of her cell. She didn't even hope that their actions wouldn't be repeated - her sole conscious desire was on continuing to spank herself as brutally as she was able, while her subconscious commands to abuse herself took up any of her remaining focus. She simply wobbled precariously on her ludicrous heels, howling even louder as they were forced in even deeper from a renewed angle.
And then her cries gained a response. Any last vestige of self-awareness had been focused on her arrival at the cell, praying beyond hope and reason that there she may have at least some time to recover at least some sense of herself; to try to clean herself up and rest a little before whatever challenges may lie ahead. She was desperately hoping for a room to herself, or at least a compassionate sister who could offer her a measure of support.
And suddenly even those hopes disappeared. Despite all her brutal and humiliating treatment, that she had found herself in a female prison; knowing that by definition the women she would find herself with would be less than likely to treat her sympathetically, but that at least some she may be able to form sort sort on bond with.
But the voices that she heard were not feminine. They were very masculine, and lewdly welcoming her arrival with a cacophonous array of obscenities of what they were going to do her. Her panicked eyes shot around, trying to count the vast number of cells that she saw all around her (but losing count at 3 because her tiny mind prevented her from counting beyond that). Somewhere deep inside herself she told herself that she needed to assert herself and fast - if these thugs didn't recognise her as the Champion of all women and show herself some proper respect, they might try to do almost anything to her; and she wasn't no longer in quite the position to protect herself.
But she was topless - wearing giant cow bells! Her only clothing was a very full diaper and a baby's bonnet. And she was spanking herself! And she couldn't stop fingering herself! And they were watching her - what would they think of her? And try to do to her? Tears poured down her cheeks, bouncing off her huge tits as well as copious amounts of drool.
Her attentive guards took her on a thorough tour of the facility, making sure she had a shuddering orgasm against each cell door; standing in easy reach so her huge udders were fondled repeatedly by every resident of the facility. And her shame grew exponentially with each passing visit.
Finally, she was delivered to what appeared an empty cell. She felt a moment of relief that there was no-one else waiting for her, but uncertainty as to why it held two cots. The guards turned a baton onto maximum and threw it onto the floor in front of her. With a kick to her brutalised behind, she toppled helplessly to it; and as she crossed the threshold in mid-air; she regained a measure of herself on the way down. No longer was she a helpless slave that had to continue to abuse herself purely for the benefit of her audience - she was a Superheroine and now she could see about trying to restore herself and her reputation. She could...
And then she lost her attention as the shock of her crunching impact onto her agonised teats once again made her noisily mess herself, a far louder noise than the laughter and the slam of the doors behind her.
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