Meanwhile, as her burly rapist had progressed tormenting Firestar, Dagger had the chance to try to drag together the shattered remains of herself. First she falteringly tried to force herself up to her feet. Truly she framed a spectacularly pathetic sight, her legs spread far akimbo after her brutal anal rape and her freshly mauled breasts bouncing crazily with every subtle movement. Her adjusted costume had no possibility of even beginning to tuck them away, serving only to more vulgarly display them and so too her battered pussy and ravaged behind. She needed every last vestige of her strength and more just to hold herself upright, every softened muscle quivering comically, hunched at the waist with her giant funbags far too much for to manage even if she was feeling rather 'fresher'.
She was too exhausted to raise her hands into fists, but after several attempts managed to tuck her thumbs into her whatever part of her sluttified costume remained at her hips and attempted a 'power pose' that could only be described as 'double teapot'. Her pseudo-dynamic challenge may have been closer to impressive than comical, but she simply couldn't be sure how much of the fluid dribbling down her legs was from him - or her! Unbeknownst to her, her bladder and bowel control had been so drastically reduced by the Warden's remote ministrations, and further softened up by her assailant's more 'immediate' assault', she was almost oblivious that her pee was trickling freely down her booted legs.
"Let her go!" she whimpered loudly "I-I'm ready for you now."
He just raised his eyebrow at her, not pausing in his assault on the stricken Firestar for even one moment. Her tongue lolled uselessly out of her mouth, cumming repeatedly at his less than tender ministrations, any attempt at maintaining her equilibrium impossible to the once demure avenger.
Dagger had been nearly as discombobulated as Firestar, but was slowly recovering a fraction of her wits somehow hoping beyond reason that she may have been able to bluff him into standing down maybe he would have recognised his stupidity in attempting to tackle two heroines as mighty as herself and Firestar. If he ran off, then maybe the two of them could begin to figure out what had happened to them, and how they may be able to begin to pick up the pieces. But his reaction did not make that look likely.
Dagger couldn't begin to win any physical battle in her current condition, but somehow she maintained her faith in her once-formidable abilities that she could yet turn the tide of this confrontation - she may have been no match for him physically, but no man ever more deserved to experience the fury of her light daggers.
"Pig!" She yelled with as much authority as she could muster, as she fought to lift her shuddering arms up to horizontal. "You are doubly guilty of assaulting Superheroines, and now it's time to pay. TASTE MY WRATH!"
She expected to see daggers of light fire out of her, miss the helplessly lolling Firestar and incapacitate her vile rapist; at this stage she cared nothing whether he lived or died. But now it was Dagger's turn to experience a most unwelcome surprise. Just like Firestar, her once-familiar abilities had been drastically rewired. Also like Firestar, the effort of attempting to utilise those once-familiar abilities produced an instantaneous and catastrophic reaction in her innards, and Dagger felt what could only be described as an explosion deep inside herself. Any doubts over the state of her continence were removed as a muddy mess poured out of her ravaged posterior, and simultaneously her trickle of pee became a flood, and Dagger deeply regretted her choice of costume colour.
But unlike Firestar, something else DID happen; not of course the launching of lethal projectiles from her fingertips, fingers that had dived in shock to her nether regions, fruitlessly attempting to hinder her flow; but instead from her very breasts! They had instantly swelled to double the size, and hust a moment later she was freely lactating - a flood of her own milk erupted out of her.
She may originally have aimed at their assailant; but instead her milk arced spectacularly through the air, missing him completely and drenching the even-further shocked Firestar.
Dagger's mouth gaped open in abject shock at how their situation could suddenly have got even worse; and then she promptly fainted, swooning to the floor in a flood of her own juices.
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