The formerly heroic heroine once again tried to focus her ruined mind, to regain at least some sense of self-control, failing utterly Her hands flapped uselessly to her chest, trying and failing to swat them away. She couldn't stop them. She couldn't stop herself!
"You'll pay for thith!" she squealed. "I-I will... AIEEE!" She exploded in a catastrophic shuddering climax, any sense of decorum or dignity stolen from her. Lacking any real control of her body, milk gushed from her nipples and she wet and soiled herself simultaneously.
"You will what?" chuckled Jethro "Shit yourself? Ooh look, poor Wondy needs the bathroom. Let's give her a hand..."
Wonder Woman was barely conscious of being hoisted and lowered onto the toilet. "Wh-whath are you doin'?"
"Just giving you a hand, darlin'" snickered Saul. "Why don't you show us what a big girl you are..."
Outraged, she tried to straighten herself into a ridiculous attempt at a power pose, unable to lift herself from the seat. "H-how dare you - I ... BRRUMMPH!"
"Oh dear, have you undermined yourself again?" asked Jethro
"Does poor Wondy need a hand going poo-poo?" added Saul
"I am an Amathon and a Thuperheroine!", she squealed "I heed no man to help me. I am Wonder Woman and... TINKLE"
Wonder Woman wept bitter tears of fresh shame. What was wrong with her? She was supposed to be a Superheroine, and here she was, trapped in a cell with two horrible criminals. Not only could she could not subdue them or free herself, she couldn't even control her bladder and bowels. How could she get out of this situation?
"Are you nearly done sweetie?" grinned Saul. "Need a hand wiping yourself?"
"I do NOT" she screamed. "Geth away from me!" Her desperate motion in reaching out for the toilet roll, accomplished little but ringing her Titbells ludicrously. She couldn't even tear the sheets off - how weak was she?
"Here you go Wondy..." Jethro helpfully pulled off several sheets and tossed them onto the huge target of her quivering bosom. She tried to pick them up - but they slipped straight out of her hands. She couldn't even wipe herself!
"Oh dear! Struggling, are we?" Without further ado, the brothers grabbed the distraught heroine and proceeded to wipe away her shame. The whimpering girl in their arms tried to push them away - to completely no effect; far too feeble to help herself in any way. A moment later they tossed her on to the floor, as she sobbed anew in fresh defeat.
"So Wondy, we've done the decent thing and cleaned you up a little? How are you going to say 'thank you'?" enquired Saul.
"Wha?" enquired the bleary heroine. "No - jutht leath me alone"
"I don't think so!"
Who's going to clean you up, if we don't?
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