"YOU DIRTY SLUT", bellowed the guard at his pathetic victim. "I've just cleaned you up as well!"
Wonder Woman was plain mortified; "I'th thorry, I'th tho thorry", she sobbed. "I can'th helth ith"
"Really!?" he said disbelievingly. "I don't remember seeing the majestic Wonder Woman either filling or creaming her star-spangled panties before! I think that you just like being shown whose boss for a change. Just because you get off from being spanked, doesn't mean you can leak your filthy juices on me."
He shoved her onto the floor, flipping her over so she lay helplessly on her back. "Right, I'm sick of cleaning you up - your turn; let's see how well you can fend for yourself." He grabbed another pack of wipes, and tossed a few onto Wonder Woman's crotch, before wiping off her latest deposits off his right leg.
For Wonder Woman, the opportunity to finally wipe her own arsehole, felt like a major victory, despite the ever-goggling audience. But the task was difficult - as she lucked down her body, all she could see were her giant breasts, firm and impossibly upright to form a most unwelcome screen. She tried to flex her right hand, but her digits were useless to her, a painful mangled mess after her one 'successful' punch. How she longed to be ambidextrous! While her left hand was her own, it was agony for her to move her arm with her elbow cracked and swollen from his earlier kick. With incredible effort, she managed to grasp a wipe between a couple of fingers. But trying to turn her arm to do anything useful with it was very difficult, she had no real control and couldn't see a thing.
She tried to dab herself, but felt she was achieving precious little, and tried to apply a little more force. She congratulated herself that it felt better, that she was finally achieving something and stuck her fingers more firmly into her sodden snatch. 'Hah!', she thought to herself, he's been ridiculing me, and look what I can do, virtually blindfold. It felt good, and she rammed her fingers in and out more rapidly, only mildly surprised that she felt more damp rather than less. Why!? It felt so good, surely she was doing the right thing.
Too late she realised what she was doing to herself, too slowly did she consider the fresh spectacle of herself that she was making. She froze in place in shock, now buried inside herself almost to the wrist, but even if she withdrew now it was far, far too late...
And she duly exploded in fresh shame, this time in a shuddering orgasm entirely self-propelled; and she maintained only enough self-awareness to hear a fresh load of mocking laughter, before she was completely lost within herself. It was her most catastrophic capitulation yet; her limbs convulsed in wild spasms, she nearly choked on fresh bubbles on drool pouring out of her, and once again, she thoroughly messed herself.
It was several minutes before she was remotely coherent enough to notice what was happening around and to her. She felt his strong hands around her waist, and as she bucked in surprise, she felt a most unfamiliar crinkle.
"Wh-wha?" was all she could whimper, trying to recover some power of speech, hindered once again by his hands on her bare flesh.
"Quite simple Prisoner 6969", he informed her authoritatively. "Welcome to your diaper. I'm sorry if it already feels rather full, but you can hardly blame me for that - there's only so many times that you can expect me to clean you up. If you can't be trusted to stop fingering yourself, and you keep soiling yourself every other minute, then you've really left me no option."
"Nuh-no", she murmured, "Don't neeth a diapee - I'th a Thuper, a Thuper-heroine" she tried to object again.
"Maybe once slut", he disagreed, pausing a moment to twist her back over his knee. "But now you're just a worthless whore you can't even wipe her own butthole without flipping herself off"
"Thorry - I AIGHEEEEE!", she whimpered, but any further wit and wisdom she may have wanted to share was silenced as her spanking was recommenced. As outraged as she was about being placed into a dirty diaper, she quickly wished it had more padding as she was utterly unable to withstand his blows. Within 5 swats, her diaper was indeed fuller, and each succeeding blow just pushed more of the muddy mess back inside her. She should have been outraged, but instead her eyes rolled back into her head in shameful delight. What was wrong with her?
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45 minutes, 17 shuddering orgasms and 12 diaper-straining bowel movements later, he finally decided that he had done enough, and shoved his worthless victim onto the floor.
"Th-thank you thir", the destitute heroine whimpered servilely, so grateful that her torment was coming to an end. Maybe now she could recover just a little...
"Don't thank me yet, slut", he grinned. "It's about time our audience had the chance for some participation - they're all VERY eager to help put you in your proper place for themselves..."
As the next guard plonked himself down on the stool, and easily hauled her across his knee, and she looked around to see the more men than she could count, each eagerly awaiting their turn, the once-mighty Wonder Woman successfully accomplished the only defensive manoeuvre that the veteran warrior was currently capable of.
And the next guard's first spank found just a bit more 'padding'
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