The Doctor somehow managed to hold back his guffaw of laughter - he'd always known that the Black Widow would be putty in his hands, but seeing her thanking him for the painful subjugation that she was no longer remotely capable of withstanding - it was simply priceless. But while she was at least still capable of speech, he had one more task that needed to be accomplished.
"Now Miss Romanoff", he started; "There's one thing that I need you to do before you formally cease to be a SHIELD agent."
"What's that Doctor?", she leaned forward eagerly, inadvertently squeezing out some wee into her diaper in her desperation to please.
"I need you to read out this message for us", he said producing an unnecessary camcorder, the whole of their encounter being recorded by hidden cameras. "Don't worry, I've kept the words nice and simple, I'm sure that you can't read so well any more"
Once again she smiled in servile gratitude; "Thank you Doctor, I really am so sorry I am so pathetic...". Trying to twist her barely-responsive body into a coy expression failed as instead she succeeded only in emitting another agonising wet fart.
"It's good news this isn't smell-o-vision"; he grinned, mortifying her still further as he held up her script in front of her.
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The script was indeed simple, and the Black Widow couldn't have been any more willing to get through it, but her i.q. was rapidly diminishing, and it took a number of takes before she got through the couple of sentences required. As she strained to achieve her latest goal, her concentration was regularly exhausted, and she had befouled herself in noisy, excruciating and humiliating ways multiple times before she had finally achieved her goal. Finally, she gasped out the final words.
"Well done Miss Romanoff", he encouraged her; "I didn't think that you'd get through that then. Now, before I completely sign you off as an Agent of SHIELD, I just need you to confirm a few other things to me; your top-level clearances for both SHIELD and the Avengers."
He could see her eyes glaze for a moment, and he thought that he might have pushed it too far, and even now she might find a flicker of resistance, but by now he should have known better. "Of course Doctor, they're far better in your hands than mine", she grinned, before giving him the information that he required, codes which he knew were capable of placing their systems under their complete control. "But, but," she struggled, unable to choose between giving information that she thought he'd like to know, but not wanting to speak out of turn.
"What's up Miss Romanoff?" he encouraged her; and the relief was immense - so immense that she exploded into her most explosive shit-fueled orgasm yet, and she was insensible for several moments. When she came to, in faltering breaths she revealed that in her previous subterfuges she had also discovered similar information for the X-Mansion, the Teen Titans Tower, and the Baxter Building - would he also like that?
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A few moments later he had 'rewarded' the fallen Avenger for her information by removing her diaper and again cleaning her up, but this time with a wire scrubbing brush that she never even considered complaining about. But this time he paused before redressing her. "I'm afraid there's two more things that we need to do Miss Romanoff..."
"Ok Doctor, anything"; she smiled nervously terrified that at any moment she may foul herself on the clean couch.
"We can't afford to let any of those secrets get into the wrong hands", he started authoritatively. "Your mind is clearly regressing, and I am convinced that very soon you won't be able to retain any finite details like that, either for yourself or anyone else. I think the best thing we can do is gag you with a nice big ring gag - that way, we'll know that you won't be saying anything that you shouldn't. You'll still be able to suck down a nice liquid diet that way as well."
"Good idea doctor!" she said obediently "It's not as if I've got anything to say that's worth listening to anyway..."
A few seconds later she had been securely fastened up, and within moments she had another distraction in trying to prevent the escape of a large puddle of drool - what would he think of her!
"Thank you Miss Romanoff, there's one more thing I'm afraid. You remember we never finished your punishment; and that I warned you we would need to triple what remained...". The Black Widow's response was immediate, but necessarily limited; eyelashes fluttering frantically and the first rivulet of drool dropping straight into her mighty cleavage. Not more! There was no way she could withstand more spanking - she could barely keep her bowels closed just sitting there.
The Warden noticed her response and proceeded with his plans; "Don't worry, I'm not putting you on my lap again; I know that little Miss Poopy-Pants won't be able to take a single swat". (The dribble doubled in width and poured straight into her already moist snatch). "For similar reasons I'm not going to use my hand this time."
He stepped to his desk and brought out a sturdy wooden paddle, covered in what looked like strange flat metal disks. He watched her curious eyes and corrected himself; "Oh, Sorry Miss Romanoff, this is the back". He flipped it over and she saw a series of brutal metal spikes, tipped with hooks designed to further tear the flesh as removed.
The Black Widow's eyes were dinner plates in terror at what she knew what was about to happen. For just a tiny moment she considered trying to run for it, but then she recognised that with the combination of her ridiculously feeble and top-heavy frame, her arms pinned behind her so unable to steady herself, and most crucially her crippling new footwear; it would be a miracle if she could even make the doorway before collapsing, and even then at a speed that would embarrass tortoises.
Then her obedience overwhelmingly kicked in, and she felt sheer outrage at her thoughts. How dare she have such thoughts? As if she was in any position to judge what should happen to her! If the good doctor decided she deserved to have her ass turned into hamburger meat, then so be it. What was she she other than a worthless swollen-titted slut that kept pooping her panties. She couldn't even change her own diapers! Of course he knew what was best for her... Furious with herself for her disobedience, she deliberately twisted her feet deeper into her shoes.
She offered no resistance as he flipped her over onto her belly, her giant tits hanging over the other side of the couch. Knowing what was to come, he put a pair of buckets underneath them with a smile. Unbidden, the Black Widow strained on her tiptoes to raise her buttocks and spread her legs to offer her nether lips for his paddle - she knew that was the easiest way of her receiving the agonising punishment she richly deserved.
And he stood behind her and swung.
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The impact of the first blow was agonising, her ass already unspeakably sore from her earlier spanking and brutal scrubbing. She was simply in no condition to absorb even the gentlest strike, and this the doctor struck home with all the considerable force he could muster. But as he pulled it away it indeed tore chunks out of her tenderised flesh, and she howled in unbridled agony through her gag, choking on her copious amounts of drool.
Blow after blow rained down. Her depleted stamina was grossly insufficient and within moments she had collapsed completely across the pad, her legs waving pitiably in mid-air. Between them the floor was stained dark brown, an even mix of her near-constant diarrhetic flow, and copious amounts of blood flow her ruined flesh. The buckets were half-filled with her milk, and somehow as it poured from her any last vestige of hope and courage drained with it. Between them a fourth viscous fluid pooled on the floor, this time of her helpless drool.
She longed for unconsciousness to ease her agony, but then berated herself that she new the more her torment was prolonged, then the better for the worthless piece of fuckmeat that she knew herself to be. He seemed to think along similar lines, injecting her with a stimulant as he felt himself starting to flag - heightening her pain receptors to counterbalance his diminishing and denying her the relief of passing out.
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Finally, it was over, with the formerly-mighty Black Widow now little more than an incoherent ball of pain. He sopped up her blood and shit with a succession of sponges, before finally applying a fresh diaper to her.
Only then did he deign to speak to her again, as he walked away and saw her glazed eyes recovering at least some focus.
"Miss Romanoff, this concludes your treatment for tonight. In a few moments a couple of orderlies will be here to escort you to your accommodation for the next couple of days. I expect you to treat them with every courtesy and take whatever they may give you." She nodded obediently.
"I'm afraid that your new home will be a holding cell, we're rather short on accommodation at the moment. The guards will see you are fed, and you will need to suck I'm afraid - either through a straw or perhaps something less, um, professional. You will obey them without question" She again nodded, grateful that he was still tending to her needs.
"You are unlikely to be alone in your cell. By all means attempt to exert your authority in your cell, but remember the inmates are FAR stronger than you, even if we had not agreed that it was necessary to restrain you for your own betterment. I understand your first roommates will be a pair of multiple rapists you apprehended recently. You must hope that they have no wish to exert revenge and only wish to let bygones be bygones". She nodded in gratitude at his wisdom in allowing her to show them a better way forward, but her courage betrayed her, and a fresh mudslide started to fill her diaper.
"Your cell will have a commode, but it under their discretion whether you are allowed to use it. Don't forget that you are abusing their hospitality. However you go, it is no-one-s job but your own to attend to your personal care; if you are now unable, I suggest that you think of ways to sweeten the pill for those who need to attend to you."
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He walked out the room, looking forward to renewing his acquaintance with her in a few days in the original prison facility. Hers would not be a short stay, and he would make sure she needed a lot of medical 'assistance'.
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