The two Heroines lay slumped against each other on the foot of the stage, whose small step was as tall as they were. Unfettered, they knew any attempt was doomed before they started; unable to fly and knowing how long it would take them to cover the distance to exit the doors even if they could run, even standing was realistically beyond their capabilities with the immense weights now secured to their chests. Still lactating freely, their milk pooled together in a pool all over and around them. They murmured encouragements in each others ears, hopes that they could still somehow find a way out of this situation, hopes based entirely on not a scrap of evidence.
The Warden addressed the helpful audience more than them as he filled in what would happen next; "Well Sluts, so nice to see that you are becoming closer acquainted - you're going to spend a lot more time girl-on-girl. Just don't forget that where your priorities lie - you're going to spend even more time with guys doing whatever they want with you..."
"You can't talk to us like that", squeaked Powergirl, still the least beaten-down of the dominated duo. "We are Superheroines!"
"You still don't get it!" He grinned, shaking his head. "I can say and do whatever I want to; YOU on the other hand can do nothing other than I allow you to. Perhaps some corporal punishment may finally drive that message home. Of course, you're a little small to get a get a grip on at the moment - let's grow you up a bit..."
Almost instantaneously, both Powergirl and Supergirl felt their bodies start tingling again as they grew up - but only so far, about 30 inches tall. They were grateful that their breasts again remained unchanged - while still almost grotesquely outsized in proportion to their bodies, they were no longer pinned helplessly to each other and the floor and began to stagger to their feet.
"Ok guys"; turning to the audience; "You've got a couple of little girls here who are richly overdue for a good spanking. Who's up first"
"We're n-not little girls" pleaded Supergirl, sadly undermined by the pitiful and stained remnants of infantile clothing clinging to her form. "We are grown women! We are heroines!"
The room exploded in laughter, no longer even remotely intimidated by the formerly fearsome pair. A couple of guards slid in a pair of convenient stools.
"You can't do this to us!"; Powergirl screamed in outrage and poorly-disguised fear. "The next man who lays a hand on either one of us..."
Powergirl was rudely interrupted by the next man indeed, easily grabbing her and tossing her over his knee as he squatted on the nearest stool. She desperately punched and and kicked out, achieving precisely nothing. Supergirl was similarly scooped up even easier.
"The next man what Ploppy", her assailant grinned. "What are going to do to me?"
"I'll tear you limb from limb", she squirmed desperately, but achieving nothing with a firm hand pinning her down. "I will regain my powers, and bring you to justice. I will make you regret ever meddling with a Superheroine. I will..."
"...Have my worthless heiny spanked red raw", he interrupted her deluded prattlings. "How's this?"
Powergirl screamed in pain and impotent shame as a meaty paw smashed powerfully into her, her reduced size meaning his palm struck her entire derriere simultaneously. Her whole body shuddered, her breasts swinging freely and ridiculously. "Duh-damn you"; she howled uselessly. He struck her again - and again, and the mighty once-mighty heroine could only whimper in increasing desperation. Supergirl was receiving very similar treatment.
"Say, what do we have here?", enquired Supergirl's equivalent tormenter. "Sloppy here likes this!" The red kryptonite was again doing it's work, and the base abuse that she was receiving was clearly having results to which she was becoming horribly familiar; she gasped in pleasure and shame as once again her body betrayed her."
"Super-YEOW-girl!" squealed Powergirl in desperation. "You muh-must stay -ARGH -strong. Don't gi-IVE them the pleasure. Main-(gasp)-tain your hero-EEK-ine comp-OH-sure - AARGH!" Powergirl had been using the very last of her remaining reserves to maintain even the tiniest sense of self-discipline. But at that moment his hand changed it's focus; instead of striking her, sliding two figures into her dimnutive and once-inviolate holiest-of-holies. Her ravaged defences collapsed instantly, and she squirted her pleasure out in a shattering climax.
"Good to see both our proud heroines are indeed, ahem, 'maintaining their heroine composure'." sniggered the warden at their latest humiliations. "I wonder how 'composed' they will both be after you've all had a turn!"
Supergirl was too far gone to care, but Powergirl was recovering enough for her eyes to open in horror. She had utterly betrayed herself across the knee of just one man! The room was packed! She tried again to free herself, but her boobs dragging her chest down, and his hand pressing down on her lower back, meant that she got precisely nowhere. Her ill-coordinated sometimes found his legs, but he was so feeble, her punches were completely unheeded. Her kicks found only fresh air, waving pathetically behind her.
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Our illustrious heroines soon completely lost track of time as once again they found themselves passed around the room. Everyone in the room played with each heroine at least once, and some multiple ones. Some simply spanked them, some freely groped their exposed parts, some slapped around their swinging breasts, most did some combination of all of the above. Every one of them brought their heroine to a shuddering climax without even needing to try. Their power, their ability to fight back, their very virtue was removed from them. Once indomitable Superheroines, now they were simply desperate victims, praying that their torment and shame may come to an end.
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