"Thank You Whore!" exclaimed the lead guard, "For the perfect demonstration of why a race of supposedly phenomenal warriors have never posed the slightest threat to mankind. You're supposed to be the best that they have to offer? Did none of the rest of the sluts even bother to turn up to try out? Were they all too busy flicking the bean? Were you the one that managed to keep your hands out of your panties for longest? About 3 seconds?
"N-No" she squealed, impossibly heading towards another most unwelcome cliff. Where was her restraint? "My thiththus are worree (gasp) worree (nngh), um, thighthers..." Wondy had plenty more to say but couldn't spit it out being far too distracted as his cleansing had bow spread to another erogenous zone of her inner thighs.
"And clearly, they're even more pathetic than you!", he chortled. "Take a look at yourself! I'm sure I can imagine a more worthless little fuckslut than yourself, but I'd have to give it some thought." He paused a moment. "Some rather nice thought actually!"
Wonder Woman was getting painfully used to her own ridicule, but the denigration of her sisters was more than she could bear. But the outrage was still barely strong enough to slow down the escalating arousal that she felt; impossibly stronger after one devastating climax. Any training that she may once have had that may have helped had completely deserted her. Attempting another response only succeeded in a fresh ejaculation, this time straight over her the fingers of her 'attendant'.
This time he didn't bother to goad her verbally. He didn't need to. Instead he simply wiped her discharge over her face so that she could smell and taste her new disgrace. Wondy sobbed bitterly... but still felt herself starting to get 'warm' again. By Hera! What on earth was wrong with her?
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Wonder Woman lost track of time, but the next few minutes did not get any better for her. The Guard continued with giving her a thorough cleansing, and eventually at least all her poop and pee had been removed. But the contact with her intimate areas was far too much for her to stand, and she experienced almost continual squirting orgasms, each stronger and more rapid than the one before, and each one leading to her passing out.
How she longed to overcome her fresh-found debilitating weaknesses, rise to her feet, and strike down this assailant clearly relishing each fresh humiliation. Even keeping her legs together would be an encouraging start! But it was beyond her, and badly so; the only actions now open to her were wobbling around on her giant space hoppers and praying each shattering orgasm may take a little longer. Unfortunately for her, the opposite was the case, and they kept coming as he proceeded to apply a copious amount of 'diaper rash ointment' all over her once most intimate areas, gleefully telling her that 'that was what dirty little whores who kept messing themselves needed'. For the audience, in one of Wonder Woman's moments of deepest slumber, he shared that its chief purpose was to torment and lower resistance of those sensitive areas, and amplify pain, so that a gentle tap would feel like the blow of a well-trained heavyweight boxer.
Finally, she felt her position change slightly, as he slid alongside her on a 3-legged stool, and easily hoisted her lower torso across his knee. Wonder Woman felt a fresh moment of uncertainty, worrying what next he had in mind, feeling fresh horror that she knew there was nothing she could do about it whatever.
"Well Prisoner 6969, you have been a naughty girl haven't you!?", he said conversationally. "Getting yourself arrested, trying to smuggle in drugs, attempting to disobey your superiors, and then starting a dirty protest..."
"N-no, I'th a gooth girl", the formerly mighty warrior again tried to protest, every word an effort.
"Good! I don't think so", he exclaimed. "Would 'a good girl' be naked in a room full of men and creaming your panties? No, a naughty girl like you needs to better learn how to behave. You need a spanking!"
What manner of fresh humiliation was this? She couldn't believe this could be happening to her, a proud Amazon Warrior. Not this, not being spanked like a bare-bottomed child! She frantically tried to slide off his knee, actually managing half an inch, but a firm hand on the small of her back held her firmly in place. "I am noth, noth a chilth!" she protested futilely. "I'th a grown woman, a Thuper..."
She was predictably interrupted. His brutal first slap to her newly tenderised bare flesh was brutal enough anyway, but augmented my the multiple dark forces at work in her soft compliant body, it was simply not withstandable. She demonstrated her status as 'a proud Superheroine' with a cacophonous ululating wail of agony, that only started again with another strike before she could draw breath.
And another.
And another.
Within moments, Wonder Woman was beyond any concept of rational thought, pain and shame overrunning her devastated mind. And, disgracefully, she felt the most unwelcome heat rising to match her volcano-like posterior. No, not again, not now, not while he was over his knee - how could she EVER regain any credibility.
But there was nothing she could do. The blows kept coming, her heart kept racing, her squeals got ever larger, and she felt only helpless uncertainty of which of her organs would betray her first - her bladder, her bowels, or her sex...
...And it ended in a catastrophic 3-way dead heat.
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