"Oh dear Wondy, you are in a mess aren't you?", he sniggered. "Need a hand there, darlin'"
"N-no", the literally fallen heroine whimpered from her prostrate position. "I don't need anything from you..."
But her position of course was rather different, butt-naked completely unable to shift herself from her position of lying flat on her basketballed chest in a growing pool of her own filth.
"Don't be silly sweetie", he condescended her. "Look at the state of you! Come here and let's at least pop you on your potty"
"St-stay away from me", she whimpered futilely, frantically trying to back away, but achieving nothing more than yet another wet fart. But the guard was soon upon her, grabbing her under her armpits and easily lifting her onto the potty, still leaking as she went. She reached fresh levels of mortification as the sound of her still-constant disgrace was magnified tenfold as her piss and poop continued to hit the plastic at pace.
"Ah, look at the mighty Princess on her throne!", he grinned, standing back to admire his handiwork. She was a truly pathetic sight, naked, covered in filth, and her arms waving uselessly by her sides. Her huge breasts were grotesquely disproportionate to her once trim frame, and lactating freely. Her legs were sprayed lewdly wide, framing a perfect view of her battered snatch.
And there was not one single thing that she could do about it. Her feeble legs scrabbled for purchase on the filthy floor, slippery from her own juices, and without the slightest hope of being able to raise herself without help. Her arms at least tried to cover herself, but she was too distracted and awkward to manage even this - one hand perfectly covering her belly button, misguidedly thinking she was at least covering her snatch; the other resting on the top of a mighty udder and dangling uselessly in the upper reaches of her cleavage.
Bluster was now her only recourse and in desperation she tried once again; "You will all pay for this outrage (squelch), I am the mighty Wonder Woman (fart!), and no man can stand against me (splash). I may be, um, temporarily inconvenienced, but I will find a way to recover my - my dignity. I, oogh, what's going on...?" Her final confused whimper tailed off as she grew more and more light-headed.
"What's up Little Miss Stinker?" he enquired casually "Are you passing out from your own farts?"
"N-no, it can't be", the maiden of might started, before her eyes rolled upwards. It was true! Whatever vile accelerants had been pumped into her had been producing increasingly noxious fumes, and she had fainted for lack of oxygen. For the multiple men in the room, it was merely unpleasant, outwayed by the comedy value of seeing the prissy and self-confident heroine producing such fruity odours; but to her fragile constitution it was simply devastating.
"Ah, so the mighty Wonder Woman has decided that it's all getting a bit too much for her, eh," he grinned once again. "Let's give her another special surprise for when she wakes up..." He didn't share with the his audience what exactly was in the latest hypodermic as he jabbed it into a fleshy part of her jaw.
The Guard stood back and thoughtfully considered the state of the snoring heroine at his feet. "You know," he mused. "I still don't think those tits of hers are big enough. I mean, why should she get away with basketballs when she could have beach balls? Hell, why not space hoppers? Won't it be fun seeing her try to protect those precious nipples of hers when she can't even reach them?"
The indelicate cheering he received in response warned him to his theme. "Curse, there's no point in giving her a pair of gifts like that if they're not a cause of constant torment and ridicule?" He injected the first nipple. "This is pretty sweet stuff. These funbags are as they should be - a pretty even mix of milk and ultra-sensitive nerve endings. But the added mass that these generate will give her pretty much insurmountable balance problems; she's already falling on her ass just trying to kick me in the crotch - how capable do you think that she's going to be now?" He calmly completed the other nipple.
He brandished one more needle before ramming it directly into her snatch. "You know, Little Miss Holier-than-thou is getting a bit wearing. I think it's time to confuse her a bit. Won't she be befuddled when she starts creaming her panties whenever she's manhandled, at the same time as trying to maintain the Virgin Queen act. Won't that be fun?
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