The Warden was transfixed at the visions in front of him, once again witnessing the power of his new-found abilities. He was tempted to pay a visit to one of them right now, but decided that all good things would come to those who wait (a little while). But instead he flipped over the tormented Electra-Woman and Dynagirl, grabbed an udder each and tweaked alternate nipples, easing his frustration for a moment.
The huge screen split from from 2 into 4. One corner was now connected to the X-Academy, and the screen was full of the delectable form of Emma Frost, the White Queen. Very full. She was clad in a tiny pair of white briefs, the fabric involved insufficient to line the inside of an egg cup, and riding around her thighs rather than her hips. Her huge breasts marked her out as a true heroine, and she was blessed with at least some form of white bikini top that actually looked a reasonable fit. It could almost have been reasonable, but the cups were completely absent leaving each orb only surrounded rather than covered.
The final corner was connected to SHIELD HQ and the relatively-more demure form of Maria Hill. Relatively of course is of course a debatable term, as she was the only person on screen whose pussy and breasts were not fully on display. But the beautiful brunette had clearly fallen victim to the same depraved magic as her super-powered colleagues. Her leggings had been replaced by the shortest of shorts, and her huge breasts were encased in a short tank top. But she was undeniably clothed, and, frustrated, the Warden chose to increase the strain on her bulging top by once again doubling her cup size. Remembering his earlier promise to Dynagirl, he did the same to her, painfully squeezing her nipple to remind her of his position of complete mastery over her situation.
The Warden listened as the four heroines tried desperately to assess their situation and find a way out of it. The Invisible Woman was plain scared at the loss her beloved team-mates and could usefully contribute nothing to the situation. Never the brightest of the team, her reduced intellectual capacity made it mildly surprising that she had managed to even connect to this conversation. The Warden basically left her alone, but gently increased the pressure on her enfeebled bladder to increase her discomfort and feeling of vulnerability.
Wonder Woman was more coldly rational, desperately concerned for the sake of her colleagues, but blind faith maintaining her unshakeable Heroine confidence that they would soon be found safe and sound, and Supergirl and Powergirl vindicated and released. As well as the disappearance of the all the male heroes, she was increasingly concerned for the location of Black Canary and Zatanna, who she could not get in touch with. That left the active roster of the Justice League as herself and Hawkgirl, who was already a wanted criminal. Wondy had encouraged her to try and maintain the Justice League Satellite with the assistance of a rookie member of the Green Lantern corps, a beautiful creature utterly oblivious of Earth customs, who apparently went by the name of Funbagzz Fukslut, a name she said without even a flicker of recognition from either herself or her colleagues.
She was naively confident that her media appearance the following morning would help the public better shape their opinion of Superheroines - and the warden had very similar plans. With no-one else to man the Hall of Justice, her sister Donna had just arrived to keep its resources out of the wrong hands while she was with the media. The Warden was delighted with this little nugget, and the prospect of of a younger, weaker, and stupider version of Wonderwoman being all that stood between him and the powerful resources of the centre. He decided to bless Wonder Girl with a deep night's sleep, having no wish for her to have any chance to prepare for him. Wonder Woman was awarded with an exhausting night ahead of constant nightmares of defeat and sexual abuse, with the irrevocable command that she would wake the next morning exhausted, and confused, and with a most unwelcome surprise.
The White Queen briefly looked to be a threat, sharing that Jean Grey was intending to use Cerebro marshall any mutants they could still locate to launch an all-out attack and rescue attempt on his prison. The Warden was confident this would be unsuccessful, but he decided that even diluted, Jean Grey's powers may be dangerous, so he removed them completely and took them for his own. In their place he filled her with nothing less than a desperate need to serve, obey, and debase herself in front of men; something that should prove entertaining when he was ready to explore Cerebro for himself. He further clouded the mind of the unmentioned Rogue, and then gave the White Queen something resembling a total frontal lobotomy, leaving her smiling sweetly at her colleagues, curiously fingering her exposed breasts, and filling her tiny pants.
But Maria Hill was different. With Nick Fury gone she had become the leader of SHIELD, and he knew that the organisation could cause havoc to his operation if she had the chance to assert control. An army of non-affiliated agents, male and female, were about to fall under her command. Her bulb may have been dimmed, but she still confidently shared that Natasha Romanoff was due to return within the hour to assist her in leadership, and dawn would see them bring their considerable resources to bear.
For a moment he panicked, venting his frustration on the wobbling speedballs on either side of him. And then he realised - when faced with Lemons, make Lemonade. Smiling to himself, he closed down the conference call more rapidly than any of them had originally planned. Wonder Woman nodded off and announced she needed a few hour's rest before her dawn call. The Invisible Woman needed no persuasion, desperate to attend to her own concerns as her overtaxed bladder completely and shockingly gave way, splashing against the laboratory fall. The White Queen merely giggled and blue a raspberry. Maria Hill was about to try to marshal them for one last effort, but hen in horror she suddenly felt a completely unexpected and most unwelcome presence in her shorts - an unholy muddy mess pouring from her rectum that she could do nothing to control. In shock she switched off her own monitor, praying her colleagues had not seen her shocked expression, but prevented from grasping that this debasement was the start of an attack rather than a sign of newfound crippling weakness.
The Warden did not miss the moment and knew that a restful evening at home was no longer on his agenda - something far more entertaining and rewarding was afoot at SHIELD HQ. He took a moment to attend to his latest 3 victims before he left - first he returned to his bedroom, gasping for a moment at the stench that Spider-woman had produced, but commanding her damaged mind that even if by some miracle she could regain some mobility, she could not leave the room. With the room needing a deep clean already, he mentally dragged Electra-Woman and Dynagirl into it also, rather than fouling his living area when they too inevitably betrayed themselves.
With a wicked smile he flipped Dynagirl upside down and through 180 degrees, pushing her until she was in a floating 69 position with her beloved friend and mentor. Another slight tweak of the Electra-com controls saw their anal dildos removed but relocated to clasp them together in an unbreakable embrace, each nose and mouth crushed against their colleagues crotch. He increased the room temperature to make sure that any freshness on either part would soon disappear. Unsure of the battery life of the Electracoms, he then increased their strength and stamina 1000 fold to make sure their was no chance of an early release, and programmed them to switch through 180% every half-hour. They were then positioned directly over the stricken Spider-girl. Soon and very soon one heroine would receive a most unwelcome faceful, with any leavings left for poor Spidey. And then the 'complement' would be returned.
The Warden smiled as he saw Dynagirl's face contract as she let out a little fart and desperately tried to let it go no further for the sake of her colleagues. For a moment, it looked like she might even succeed - but with a smirk he saw her resolute face come a grimace as she realised the fruitility of her challenge. She concentrated all that she had on her anus, but the distraction was too much and she started peeing freely all over the revulsed face of the helpless Electra-Woman. Trying to stop herself was completely impossible, but splitting her concentration was another costly error, and her bottom exploded in a fountain of liquid filth that coated all three heroines.
The Warden guffawed at their humiliation, happily sacrificing his room for the horrors he knew they would each endure until he deigned to return.
And he had a long day in store.
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