"Yes, Gentlemen", the warden deciding the time was opportune to add to add to his running commentary, "By her own admission this 'Superheroine' has recognised that a cast-off man's shirt is far more practical for the purpose of supposed crimefighting than her ridiculous costume"
Powergirl hadn't helped herself there - she had to recognise that so far she had been comprehensively out-thought and out-fought. She had singularly failed to lay a hand on him, and now was failing even to keep her breasts contained within her costume! But then she had a bright idea...
"Unh, How about this?", she grunted, as she once again squeezed her her mighty mammaries into their insecure housing, but this time unclasped her belt, lifted it a few inches tried to force it round her incredible bosom for the impossible task of holding it in place. Designed for her slim waist rather than her always-impressive chest, it should have been fruitless - but she was fortunate that it had some elastication, and, using what she did yet know was the very last reserves of her Superstrength, she managed to force it closed on the very last clasp, seemingly squeezing her pair of doughballs into four. "Ta Dah!" she smiled triumphantly, and threw her shoulders back in pride. "Who says that my uniform is impractica - OH SHIIIIIT!"
Powergirl very rarely swore, but the shock of seeing the irresistible force overcome a very movable object was too much for her; the belt's overstrained clasp disintegrated and her belt flew off into the crowd, where one particular camera operator helped himself to a trophy (while maintaining close focus throughout). Naturally, her boobs had once again decided to greet the world.
The warded simply smiled knowingly at the camera - and pointed at the wall, which he had advanced during her amusing attempt to pour a quart into a pint pot...
6. INFLEXIBILITY
'Damn it!', muttered our now very-much-daunted-damsel. It was almost as if he knew all her actions before she made them - how could he have known that her boobs would pick that moment for another little growth spurt? :-)
The warden almost had to admire her dogmatic persistence as she again tried to squeeze herself back together. She was now muttering herself to herself; "Don't stand up straight! Keep your shoulders forward. Take gradual movements. Whatever you do, don't stand up straight!' A wiser heroine, even at this stage, may have been reminding herself that such recommendations had no sensible place in a fight with a clearly dangerous opponent, particularly when the slide advanced;
7. PAIN-INDUCING
"What!?" She exclaimed. "Don't be so ridiculous. How can my own uniform hurt me?" Again struggling with herself and foolishly gawping at wall rather than tracking the warden's movements.
"Just giving you a helping hand", he smiled amenably, before grabbing the top of both of her leg holes and yanking the upward with tremendous force. Despite his move being so telegraphed, she found herself awkwardly failing to counter his move and suffered the mother of all atomic wedgies, and squealed in equal pain and outrage as the transparent-but-still-very-solid material knifed into her forbidden parts.
"There you are - that's given you a bit more fabric to play with up top." He again grinned at the camera, "Or DO you want to show off your udders to the world?"
Powergirl felt like she had been split in two, and was discombobulated that three times now he had caused her genuine physical pain. Something was clearly wrong with her invulnerability, but she had no time to further these implications; now was the time for him to feel some pain of his own - and his ministrations meant that she felt no compunctions about holding back. She, admittedly rather gingerly, pulled herself into a fighting pose and again tried to sound commanding; "THIS ENDS NOW"
He showed complete disdain; "Oh, so you're going to try to fight me again? Of course, it went SO well for you last time! Precisely how did those walls taste? Do you REALLY want to embarrass yourself?"
"How about you try a taste?" she replied triumphantly, incredulous that he was clearly taking no defensive action, "Of the fist of justice!"
Powergirl swung her right fist and landed it squarely on his jaw, cheekily offered to her to make hitting him as easy as possible. For a moment, she felt relief that her unexpectedly awkward-feeling movement had again found its target - she had no doubt it would send him flying - both into dreamland, and across the room. But then her smile disappeared. He didn't move an inch, even his head didn't move back.
As she stood in frozen shock, he gave her his most sickening grin yet and advanced the slide.
8. Offers no threat
"Young lady", He again offered 'helpful advice'. If I made my career badly trying to convince the world I was a 'heroine', and my best punch was that powder-puff, I wouldn't wear pretty-looking gloves that were nicely padded to make them even softer. If you'd wore a pair of knuckledusters, or even your bare fists, I might almost have felt it. How about you practice on your teddy bear at home for a bit? Maybe after a months of intense training you might be able to push him hard enough to make him say 'I wuv woo'!"
"I'll show you!" She protested, shocked but enough of her innate heroine confidence in place to convince herself that. "I'm the strongest girl in the world. Feel my wrath!"
She waded in and threw punch after punch, her outrage firing them all over his body. Still the warden made not the slightest attempt to either protect himself or fight back. He simply didn't to. She was now far too feeble to do him even the slightest harm. Maybe if she'd gone for his genitalia he may at least have felt it, but now her moves were so slow and awkward he would have seen it coming weeks ago. Towards the end of her tirade, he even toyed with her still further by swaying INTO her punches, wanting to keep her confidence in place for a little longer.
Eventually, she gave up; exhausted and utterly confused at her complete lack of penetration. She leaned heavily on her knees, finding herself gasping for breath. Her exertions had achieved only one thing, and entirely predictably her mighty udders were swinging into the breeze beneath her. She was now too distracted and befuddled to care. Her punches perhaps hadn't felt quite as she was accustomed, and she was aware that most of her actions were proving less graceful than she expected but she was swinging with all of her strength and clearly connecting, and he was standing there laughing at her! She still failed to grasp what was now obvious to everyone in the room rather than herself - her once-formidable strength had completely failed her!
Gone now was the triumphant heroine, and now she gasped a question rather than demanded an answer; "Huh-how (pant) did you (gasp) get so strong?"
"Oh no Powerless-Girl", her corrected her "I'm not strong. You're just a naughty little girl who shouldn't be let out on her own." He turned to the cameras once more. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I really do think we need to be concerned about this girl's state of mind; clearly she is no threat to anyone but herself. Like her seriously deranged cousin, we need to take her into custody for her own protection."
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