Still unable to grasp the depth of her current predicament, Powergirl tried once again to seize the initiative; “Fuh-for my ow-own prot(gasp)-ection”, she gasped, “How utterly (wheeze) rid-ridic-ridiculous. Iam the might, the mighty Power-Powergirl. Yer-you all need protect-protecting from muh-me!”
It was an utterly ridiculous display, but for the moment,it was all that she could do, trying to bluster out the situation until she might begin to feel marginally less exhausted – but long speeches remained far beyond her current action potential. She eventually managed to pull herself upright, and again realised her udders on full display.Stuffing them in was now almost as much as she could do, but as badly as things were going, sheknew she somehow had to recover a sense of dignity in front of the ever-present cameras, else even if she could find a way to subdue the warden and rescue poor Supergirl, the night would still be a disaster in the face of the media campaign that she and her colleagues were facing. Finally, she managed to squeeze at least her nipples into her insufficient costume, but her breasts now seemed even bigger, and the top half of her areolae were clearly displayed.
Meanwhile, the warden calmly advanced the slide
9. OFFERS NO PROTECTION
“PloppyGirl”, he said with complete disdain, “I appreciate the efforts you are making, but do you really think that the timeyou are needing to spend just to briefly tuck yourself away is convincing anyone that your costume is nothing more thana means to the end of displaying your wares as often as possible. Seriously,wouldn’t a genuine heroine be able to handle a simple belly punch?”
The joy of telling her what he was going to do her, and see her utterly fail to protect herself was indescribable. She awkwardly triedto both block his well-telegraphed blow, and swerve out of its path, but moved far too slowly, and again felt uncertainty that her long-established fightingskills seemed to be letting her down again. But even now, glossing over her exhaustion and previous crunching contacts with the walls, she remained confident that herfamed Kryptonian constitution would deal with such a feeble blow from a normal middle-aged man without any difficulty. And she remained confident until shefound herself knocked on her ass, moaning on the floor holding her batteredstomach, and incredulous that he could hurt her so badly. She was now in nodoubt of the full extent of her difficulties and could only groan in pain as hecrowed over her despair.
“Ploppy, really” he smirked; “If you are going to try to pretend to be some sort of heroine, you need to either learn to take a punchbetter than that, or more sensibly, wear a little bit of protection – if you wore some leather rather than spandex, evena soppy little slut like you might havebeen able to take a very average punch like that”
10. EASILY ADJUSTED
He advanced the game in more ways than one; “Seriously,how much time have you had to spend this evening trying to make your slutty costume even vaguely behave? Surely a heroine’s proud uniform should be an asset rather than a distraction?”
“Allow me to demonstrate”, he continued, painfully yanking her to her feet by her hair and pinning her to the wall with a single hand to her throat “Why would you choose to wear something that you struggle to adjust so much, but your opponent can do so easily?”
Powergirl gurgled in terror about how easily she wasbeing subdued. No villain in her illustrious career had ever bested her, and even those that had proved more of a challenge had been seemingly far more powerfulthan this very average-looking man. She grabbed his wrist with both of her onceall powerful hands to try to force him to loosen his grasp; but he was clearly far stronger than her and her position changed not one iota. She kicked out athim desperately, but her fiercest blows remained completely ineffective.
With his free hand he grabbed her right shoulder strap and yanked it down, then doing the dame ton the other side to strip her to the waist, her breasts bouncing completely unfettered like unruly cannonball. Her hands dropped to her bosom to try to conceal herself even now, but he countered her awkward and feeble movement to knock her arms to sides, and deftly double-looped both her wrists with the corresponding shoulder-strap.
She could now not raise her arms! How on earth was she so clumsy that she could be tied up in her own costume? While even in her weakened state she thought that she could manage to rip her way out, she dared not damage the only thing that she had that was preserving her dignity. And then she realised that her breasts were now on full display and at his mercy! Shetried to slide along the wall, but she was stopped in her tracks as he grasped a teat in each hand and proceeded to squeeze them firmly.
“Huh-How dare you!” she gasped in outrage. “My bosom is not for your amusement! I demand that you release me now, or you will feel the full extent of my wrath!”
“I’m sure”, he continued gleefully, ignoring her empty threats. “Well, see if you can at least get one hand free, and I might even begin to listen to you. Say Ploppy, I’m not sure about your ‘wrath’, you seem to be quite enjoying this attention…”
“Nuh-no”, she protested furiously. “That’s not true, I’m a virtuous heroine, I don’t enjoy the attention of vermin like you!” But as she said it, she knew that it wasn’t true, and could feel herself moistening in a most unwelcome fashion. What was wrong with her? She must focus her mind better,and find a way out of this humiliating situation, she was all too aware of the cameras maintaining their focus on her.
“Ah yes, your virtue”, he smiled, “Thanks for reminding me of that old chestnut! And really, thank you for wearing such a formidable costume that I can do… this”
She now only yelped as he dropped a hand to her crotch and easily tugged aside her gusset from her bruised flesh, before slipping in a couple of fingers into her holiest-of holies.
“NO!” She screamed. “Get away from me you complete pervert”. But of course he did no such thing, ignoring her protests and using his weight to pin her to the wall, while accelerating his ministrations on both her maidenhead and her swelling chest. While she hated his assault on her recently–inviolate body, she hated more the feeling that she was now a helpless victim, trying to protect her cousin, and instead failing to protect herself. And she REALLY hated the seemingly inevitable fact that his perverted assault was succeeding – she could feel herself building to an unwanted and thoroughly inexpected climax. How could she be failing herself so utterly?