"Hurth my tithith!" She whimpered pathetically, again shocking herself. Somehow she needed to present herself as a capable and potent threat that was not to be trifled with. She did not have 'titties', she had proud womanly breasts, and just because she had been forced to so crudely display them, did not mean she should start to regard them by such a demeaning term. She tried and failed to stem the tears pouring down her cheeks, and prepared to finally start to portray herself in a different light.
Instead...
"Pleath! Pleath don't hurth me!", she wailed servilely. "My big bounthing boobieth are tho tho thore, I can't take it! And they're tho tender! Ith anyone toucheth them, I'll poop mythelth in pain - and cream my pantieth too. I jutht can't control mythelth!" She paused in terror, knowing full well that the last thing that she needed to do in this environment was suggest more ways for them to hurt and humiliate her.
In blind fear, she tried to escape, hurling her top heavy weight around so much so that the chair overbalanced, toppling over to one side and crashing to the floor. The old Wonder Woman would have bounced back to her feet in a moment, incapacitating the solitary guard before assessing the best means of subduing a room fall of hardened criminals eager for her subjugation.
But the new Wonder Woman took an age to raise her enfeebled frame into a quivering press-up, her huge orbs still pressed against the floor. Desperately, she strained to stand, but achieved nothing more than straining her overstretched diaper still further.
"Ah, did Wonder Whoppers fall over?", condescended the guard as he leisurely strolled over. "Can't she get up?"
He grabbed her raven locks and hauled her to her feet. She somehow stood, spasming as he freely fondled her giant orbs. "Now, what was it you were saying? That these are now extra sensitive and any contact drives you wild with both pain and pleasure?" She was now unable to speak, her tongue lolling as she drooled her assent.
Meanwhile, 2 guards rolled in a peculiar frame behind her and placed it centrally on the stage. "Look, Wondy", grinned the first guard, "We've brought something new for you play with!"
Without further comment, she was dropped face forward into the structure. Her softened mind was shocked at how little there was to it, but it was more than sturdy enough to take her weight. There seemed little more to it than a pad for her belly, and two curved steel bars that found themselves either side of her huge breasts. Disconcertingly, she felt her ankles secured quickly and efficiently several feet apart. She didn't want to think about why she was in such a position, realising at the same moment that her face was also now at a height suitable for others rather than herself. And as she looked down, she realised the bars either side of her breasts were attached to a ratchet - and equipped with what looked like hundreds of sharp interlocking teeth.
She tried to jump up in alarm, but a hand between her shoulderblades held her very firmly in place. Worse, he grabbed her uselessly flapping arms and pulled them across each other in the small of her back. With a sickening clunk, she realised that her precious gauntlets were now magnetised against each other, far too powerfully for her to be able to seperate them and even begin to help herself. Instead, as her shoulders were forced back, it forced her tits forward even more vulgarly. And she heard the handle start to turn.
Desperately, she whimpered "Pleath! Pleath don't do thith!"
Her wails for mercy fell on deaf ears, instead he cranked the bars together until they bit agonisingly into the tender flesh at the base of her breasts. Now only a couple of inches apart; the rest of her huge bosom bulged tortuously beyond them. She wailed in distress, hoping that he was now done with her. But instead he kept winding, driving her into a crescendo of blissful agony as he felt they may become detached. But instead they bulged and strained, becoming ever more tautly and agonisingly stretched. And her pitiful screams of agony became ever more high pitched -into descending into incoherent babble.
He ripped off her fully-loaded diaper; only wiping away her disgrace when the room was fully aware of the exact nature of her disgrace, her body programmed to find this indescribable torment simultaneously so pleasurable that she was succumbing to continuous squirting orgasms. He rammed two brutal dildos into her nether orifices, as any sense of self continued to melt away.
And still he continued to wind, and still she continued to gibber. He freely fondled her giant orbs as he wound, heeling them stiffen until they were firmer than granite to the touch, nearly purple with teats like metal spikes. He relished the fact that now she responded to even the slightest touch, her ravaged body now just a quivering mess.
And still he wound. The ratchet was geared so effectively that it would easily turn, despite the vast pressures that it acted against; biting slowly and almost imperceptibly deeper into helpless flesh. And her nipples now poured her white life-giving fluid all over the floor.
And still he wound. But the vise was not designed to sever, just drive her into an speakable torment that would consume her entire being. When it finally came to its stop, the effect was not unlike an elephant stuck halfway through a catflap. And she wailed and whimpered, unable to process the indescribable feelings coursing freely through her body.
And then he showed her 4 more items, watching her eyes widen at the sight of 2 of them but no longer capable of speech; brutal crocodile clips he clamped along the length of her nipples, each supporting a golden W. She convulsed helplessly, able to take no other action than writhing her crotch ever deeper onto the vibrating dildos.
The last 2 items, 2 huge hypodermic needles were danced in front of her eyes before being rammed into each tit as he whispered into her ear...
"Think you're in agony now slut? Bet you're wondering what these do. Quite simple really; you're wedged in as tight as those big titties will go. Wonder what would happen if they grew any bigger just now - quite unfortunate timing, eh!?
He squeezed them about a quarter of the way down. "This will drive any pathetic excuse for a muscle in your worthless body into overdrive, it's sole focus on producing precious energy to your fat udders to lactate as much as possible, as fast as possible - and just keep going. With every precious drop of milk you squirt out past those precious 'W's, those titties of yours will swell up just a little bit more. Bet that'll feel pretty good in your current condition!"
She shivered in terror as he continued. "Quite irreversible of course; you'll be leaking like a wet nurse for the rest of your long and sorry life. The dose that I've just given you should have those udders doubled in size within the hour."
He squeezed again, halfway "Giant beach balls, maybe?"
Three-quarters; "I wonder if those udders of yours will even fit into that precious plane of yours any more?"
And then he just smiled, as he rammed them to their hilts - and brought out 2 even larger needles.
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