Finally, finally, their latest torment came to an end, their bottoms red-raw from repeated abuse, swollen breasts aching from constantly crashing into each other with each impact, their pussies inflamed from both repeated rough handling, and their own almost constant shameful ejaculations.
But far worse was their mental impact. So recently so confident, able to brush aside any challenge with consummate ease, they now found themselves completely unable to protect themselves from even the base of challenges. They were naked, weak, and completely helpless. These despicable men were spanking their bare behinds, and they couldn't do a single thing to hinder them. They had disgraced themselves utterly and lost almost all of their bladder and bowel control. And their bodies kept disgracing themselves - they were covered in a vile mixture of their own secretions. No longer highly-disciplined heroines in control of any situation, now they found themselves victims without even the barest specks of self-control.
Almost insensible from shame and pain, they missed the latest pair of large artifacts brought into the room behind them, but the ever helpful Warden was fast to introduce their latest humiliation.
"Well Sluts, I remain disappointed in you", he chided them. "You both receive some well-deserved punishment, and once again you are clearly enjoying it far too much. Really, what sort of worthless whores get off from being spanked? Have you not the slightest shame?"
Both heroines still wanted to try to protest and shout him down, but cumulative orgasms had had had a brutal effect on their psyches, and pathetic gurglings was all either one of them could currently muster.
"I guess we'll have to take that as a 'no'" he dismissed their feeble attempts at communication once again once again. "If either of you had displayed even slightest level of self-respect, I might have done this differently. But no, Sloppy decides that when trying to justify her position as a heroine, the most important thing she has to do is over-fill her diaper. Ploppy decides that she has the only thing her disgraceful costume is useful for is wiping her own befouled behind."
"So, before I release you into this establishment, you need to be both be thoroughly scrubbed. Who knows what vile diseases may be carried on your filthy bodies. And as you clearly don't care about preserving your dignity, neither do I. Gentlemen..."
Both girls' eyes widened in horror as their latest tormentors disdainfully picked them up, one hand gripping both wrists, and the other an ankle, and strode toward the stage. There waiting for them were two large metal tubs, undeniably baby baths, and also undeniably steaming at temperatures they would not have chosen for themselves.
Powergirl manage to squeal out a desperate 'No' before she was dumped into it bottom-first; her incredibly sensitive red-raw buttocks meeting scalding water. She squealed in absolute agony as she tried to buck herself out of it, but her feeble and uncoordinated movements were nowhere near a match for a firm hand (quickly bedecked in a rubber glove) deftly pressing down in her immense cleavage. A moment later, after her last ridiculous adornments were stripped from her, Supergirl was brutally dunked similarly.
The desperate heavens struggled fruitlessly to escape what felt like being boiled like lobsters in a pot. The water was deep enough that every inch of their flesh was inflamed, even their huge breasts slipping beneath the surface of the water, water that was overloaded with powerful disinfectants that seemed to target orifices inflamed and widened by previous brutal treatment. They struggled desperately to avoid what felt line certain drowning by managing to keep their faces above water long enough to gasp air into their scorched lungs.
Their eyes widened in horror as they saw the brutal wire brushes the many willing hands had been provided with for the task in hand, plentiful enough hands that enabled even the tiniest hope of escaping their scorching torment.
"Please!" screamed Powergirl fruitlessly, but any further arguments were brutally silenced by two bars of foul carbolic soap shoved deep down their throats.
"That's it boys", the Warden encouraged his cohorts unnecessarily, "Scrub them nice and clean - get rid of all their filth of every inch of their bodies". They needed no encouragement, and every inch of their skin was quickly removed with brutal ease. Especially thorough jobs were done, for some strange reason, on their swollen breasts and desperately sore nether regions. After what felt like hours, they were flipped over for a thorough scouring of their backs, and already red-raw backsides, before more boiling water were added and they were again flipped over to make sure not an inch of their bounteous breasts had been missed.
Eventually, their whole bodies glowing like fire engines, they were dragged out and dumped on the stage; undeniably clean butevery part of their skin howling in agony.
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