"Wh-what?" Spider-woman gasped "Y-You stay away from me". Desperately she tried to back away, failing utterly.
"I don't think so Spidey", he grinned lascivously. "You broke into MY home. I can only presume you wanted to see me. I am delighted to see so much of you!"
"I-I" Spider-woman's devastated and distracted mind failed dismally to come up with an appropriate response. "Y-You h-hurt my friends. Y-you must let them (OOH) go"
"So what, you thought you'd come over and persuade me, did you?" He smiled, "So what was the plan, velvet glove or iron fist?"
"I-I am a SOOGH, a Superheroine", she gasped. "You must, you must listen to me"
"Nah, don't think so", he sneered "I don't care for your opinion, either yours or any of your Slutty friends. Prancing around in your underwear, thinking that you know best. You need locking up for your own good - and certainly for ours". He leaned forward, casually placing a hand on each of her quivering udders; "So tell me, what were you going to do if you couldn't talk me round?"
"ARGH", she squealed, the unexpected contact triggering another most unwelcome orgasm. Nearly insensible, she perceived that each one seemed to be stronger and more shattering than the one before. "I-I will defeat you yet - y-you'll see..."
"Really?" The Warden idly twiddled her engorged nipples, bring about another rapid response. "How, precisely?"
"I-I may not quite be my-myself..." "You don't say!" he interrupted her, stepping in a little closer to nudge her feeble legs a little further apart and brush away even more of her fragile self-confidence.
"Nuh-no", she whimpered "Th-this shouldn't be happen (gasp) happening. M-my strength..."
"Yes, you do seem to be only about as strong as a little spider. Such a shame." He dropped his pants, and teased the opening of her cunt with the tip of his penis.
"Y-you can't do this." She squealed desperately, "I am a Su- a Super - a Superheroine"
"You WERE! So were Supergirl and Powergirl, but not any more. Now you're just another worthless little slut. If you don't like this, why don't you try and stop me..." He thrust forward into her helpless compliant form, at the same time squeezing her mighty breasts like overripe fruit
"Guh-Get off me", she pleaded desperately. "Y-you'll p-pay for this"
"How?" The Warden grunted, warming to his work. "What are you going to do? Call me names?"
"I-I-ARGH" Spider-woman howled into the night in complete defeat. "Y-you pig. H-heroines sh-shouldn't b-be treated like this"
The Warden paused a moment; "Actually, you're right. You're not worthy of being fucked in that orifice. A dirty Superwhore like you needs to be treated like you properly deserve..." He pulled out his donkey dick and rammed it into her lower orifice. Far too small to accept him, his new-found strength was far greater than any resistance possible from her feeble flesh. Spider-woman could only sob bitterly.
Finally, he had his fill, finally the inevitable happened, and he withdrew, leaving a trail of spunk coating her torn-apart holiest-of-holies and his once-clean sheets. Spider-woman was finally calming down, her Spider-sense no longer trying o warn her of calamities ahead that had already happened. "You fiend! You raped me! You'll pay for this! Just wait until I regain my powers - I'll tear you apart. Let's see how you like it when I tear you a new arsehole..."
"I don't think so - you couldn't tear a hole in a paper bag", he cut her off disdainfully. "Look at this mess. Oh well, make yourself useful, slut - time to me clean me off..."
Her Spider-sense ascertained his meaning before she did, and once again she energetically coated her thighs with her own juices to add to his own. "N-no! I-I'd never do that..."
"Yes you will!", he said, springing onto the bed, and lowering himself onto a comfortable seat leaning back against her huge tits. "My cock is far more valuable than your mouth"
"It's too big!" She wailed, not having the sense to even try to close her mouth. "You - GLUB!"
She was very nearly right, and with her jaw being forced open that wide, she couldn't even begin to try to close it upon him - it was virtually dislocated. The warden feared he might kill her if he forced her in this vulnerable situation, so comfortably left his swollen member there, letting her do all the work with her tongue. Desperate for breath and once again frantically orgasming for fear of choking, she indeed licked him clean in the desperate hope that in doing so she may be able to speed up the process.
It was not a quick process. The Warden was in no hurry. But eventually he filled her throat with his seed as he filled her ass, and comfortably rolled off her and sat comfortably against his headboard. Seeing he was sated, Spider-woman's treacherous spider-sense finally abated. She was still raped, exhausted, enfeebled, immobile and almost-literally fucked stupid, but at least for the moment she was no longer constantly ejaculating.
"So, I suppose you're wondering what happens next?" The Warden said conversationally, finally taking his eyes off her stricken form to notice the tattered remnants of her costume hanging from the ceiling.
"I regain my powers and make you pay for this", she said hopefully but unrealistically
"As if! I don't like to bring work home, but in this case, I'm quite happy to take home to work"
"No! Not there..." She whimpered, terror building up in her once again with predictably messy results. "Puh-please"
"Please what? Let you stay here. Not likely. You weren't a bad fuck, but whores like you are now a dime a dozen"
"Luh-let me go", she pleaded.
"I ain't stopping you! Run away! Oh, such a shame, you can't..."
"Yuh-you'll pay for this! I-I", she stuttered
"Doubt it! And I'm damn sure it won't be you that does it anyway." He sprang to his feet. "Right Slutty, I'm off for a shower, get your stink off me. You can entertain yourself for a bit can't you..."
He slapped her tits like bongos for a few moments and then ambled out the door.
Spider-woman desperately tried once again to assess her situation. She had been brutally raped. She still couldn't move a muscle. She could see no reason why that situation would change any time soon. In the Warden's own time, she knew she was going to be taken to a place where she could only expect her treatment to get worse. She knew that she was a thoroughly helpless victim.
She racked her brain, thinking of anything that she could do. One more time she strained everyone of her enfeebled muscles to try and tease and useful response from any of them. And in horror she discovered her latest new-found humiliating weakness, as without warning her ravaged anus collapsed, and she messily and noisily shat herself. She tried to pinch it off, failed utterly, and a moment later was pissing herself as well.
And with renewed horror, she realised all she could do was lie in it and wait for her tormentor to appear before she had to account for her actions. And the dread of that terrible conversation once again sent her Spider-sense into overdrive...
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