His fingers found her filthy snatch and Wonder Woman felt like an electric current had gone off inside her. She tried to focus her fast-diminishing powers of concentration on maintaining her equilibrium, the consequences of adding another form of humiliation onto what had gone before quite unthinkable. Can you imagine, her mind wandered, what it would look like to the world to see the world's foremost heroine pleasuring herself in front of a whole room full of corrupt prison guards. Lewdly squatting with legs akimbo on a child's potty, not wearing a single stitch of clothing. What would her fans think of her? With turgid tits swollen grotesquely and her fingers thrusting in and out of her sodden pussy...
Why was she thinking like this? Her wandering mind and his wandering fingers were driving her ever more aroused. Where was her amazon discipline? What would her sisters think of her? Her beautiful and eternally youthful sisters who wandered around a tropical island wearing little and exploring each other...
WHAT! She wasn't even a lesbian. And now was NOT the time to think of such things. She was in a room full of men, men who clearly had every intention of further abusing and humiliating her, men with huge throbbing cocks that they would love to thrust in out of every one of her very willing orifices...
NO! How could she be thinking like this? She had to focus on her current crisis, and showing nothing other than aloof disdain for this pig's crude ministrations. As if she'd ever feel remotely aroused at a strange man intimately fondling her most private areas and not being able to do a thing about it. What sort of disgraced brazen harlot would she be? She was a warrior, a proud Princess, proud princess who only a moment before was dumping her load when attempting hand-to-hand combat...
"Hey Wondy!", he paused, barely distracting her from her lurid ruminations. "You're getting pretty, um, moist down here, you wouldn't be getting off on this would you?"
Caught bang to rights, Wondy's swollen tongue had to try to deny it with a strangled "Nether..."
"Yeah, Slut exactly", he 'agreed'. "A guy has to start wiping clean the nether regions a 'Super' Heroine after she's so pathetic she shits herself, and then she starts creaming her panties. Don't you have any self-respect?"
"No!" But Wonder Woman's desperate denial was even more panic-struck now, and it came out as her most pathetic squeal yet, even more hindered by her heaving lungs, now panting for every breath with her whole body betraying her as it headed for climax.
"Yes!", he gloated; "Look at your nipples! You could knit a jumper on those spikes!"
Her whole body filled with the most unwelcome energy, by some miracle Wonder Woman managed to rise to her feet, desperate to get away from his ministrations, to give herself at least some chance of recovering some self control. She was an utterly pathetic sight from head to toe, her ass and legs still covered in her filth, her giant orbs bouncing ridiculously, her aching arms spread wide trying for at least some fraction of counter-balance. "Geth away", she panted.
Instead he calmly grabbed her nipples that intrigued him so, and caressed them between finger and thumb. She tried to knock his hands away, but clumsily only smacked her own breasts, adding another unwelcome source of unexpected pleasure. Her breasts - they were too big - she couldn't even reach her own nipples, and with the giant funbags between them, she couldn't even reach him, even if she had the slightest hope that she could perturb him even slightly. And if he didn't let go of them in a moment, she was going to...
She tried to sidestep away from him, but he moved with her far more easily than her own faltering steps. She stepped backwards, but found a wall behind her, taking a moment's welcome relief to support her back that she felt might give way at any moment. Her whole body was starting to shudder, she had to do something and fast; she lurched forward, perhaps hoping even now to knock him to the ground, or at least try to get him within striking distance.
But Wonder Woman was completely distracted, ludicrously top heavy, and clumsier than she could ever have imagined - she tripped over her own feet, this time he let her go, and she crashed to earth helplessly. Suddenly, she was more stable than she had been for ages, propped up on giant orbs that in her current position she couldn't hope to shift - her hands couldn't even reach the floor! The pressure on her ultra-tender tits was indescribable, and she still found herself shuddering on the brink of climax. Any more contact would surely tip her over the edge...
"Cheers Wondy!", grinned her tormenter. "I needed to wipe your shitty asshole, and all those herculean efforts of yours have achieved is to turn yourself over to make it a bit easier for me!"
Wonder Woman was now too insensible to even attempt to reply, but as his index finger pushed a fresh wet wipe into her butt hole, her howl of despair hit top C. Her whole body started convulsing dramatically, and she succumbed to an utterly catastrophic squirting climax. She couldn't have been any less dignified, somehow squealing, gibbering, and drooling simultaneously, while she lost any control of her flailing limbs.
As she whimpered pathetically on the ground, all too aware of her fresh disgrace in front of the room, but at least grateful that it was over, she couldn't embarrass herself again, surely? Hang on, he was still wiping her prostrate bottom, very thoroughly, and she was starting to feel 'warm' again. Oh no!
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