Finally, Funbaggzz found a door that would open and stumbled through it blindly. Frantically clutching herself and all too aware of her impending fresh disgrace, she was completely oblivious to it sealing firmly behind her. She peered round frantically, desperate for any sort of bucket that may give her at least some means of control. Instead she saw a blank white room, with even more sturdy doors at the far side of the room. As she stumbled over to them, she realised she had blindly wandered into the airlock! There was no help for her here...
She turned around just quickly enough to see a second barrier drop down and firmly secure her outside the proper ship. She tapped uselessly at the access panel, to no effect. For a moment she encouraged herself that whoever was on monitor duty would recognise her plight and open the door remotely - and she remembered that all that was in the monitor station was her own pee-stained seat.
Hope briefly flared in her heart as she finally saw the screen bring to life - until she read it and the vastly-depleted processing power of her brain told her that her situation was about to get even worse. It said just 3 words; 'Oxygen Removal Commencing'. And she heard the fans start sucking the air out of the room and into orbit.
She should have been brave and resourceful, and found a way even out of this mess. She was a Superheroine! But without her precious ring and no means of summoning help, what could she do?
Instead she whimpered in terror and the inevitable happened; and she soiled herself catastrophically.
But as she doubled over in panic and obvious distress, she saw something sticking out of the wall that she had completely missed on the way in - a small pipe labelled 'O2'. As she sank to her knees in panic, she had precious little time to examine it, her reduced constitution meaning that already she was on the verge of passing out.
It wasn't metal as she expected, or even perfectly formed; instead it appeared to be flesh-coloured rubber. What sort of emergency pipe was this? Even to Funbaggzz' tiny mind, it was clearly a crude approximation of a human phallus. But she was out of options and out of time, and she took the only option that was open to her, cracking her jaw open impossibly wide to clamp her lips around it.
Nothing happened. She expected life-giving oxygen to be automatically pumped into her. Instead she found herself sucking lustily, and with indescribable relief she felt the gas start to come. But she found she had to keep sucking, and ever harder. Impossible, she found that she had to vary her attack to keep the oxygen flowing, sometimes deeper, sometimes shallower, sometimes angling her head in different directions.Very soon she found the air supply was increased when she used her tongue - when she caressed the member it seemed to spurt out ever more precious life-giving air.
And all the time she was all too aware of the spectacle she was making of herself, sunk to her knees and sucking frantically on a rubber phallus while wearing nothing more than a coating of her own shit. How could she get out of this?
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And unbeknownst to the Green Lanternette, it wasn't just Oxygen she was being forced to suck; instead the same mixture or incapitants laxatives, and bovine growth hormones that elsewhere on the station the once-mighty Hawkgirl was also gulping down...
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