Unable to take any action to save herself, the once-world's mightiest woman continued to flail her arms and legs in desperation, still uncomprehending that blows that once never missed their target or failed to do lasting damage to even the most powerful villain, now invariably found only fresh air and if they did contact an opponent, they were left completely unfazed why she felt that every bone from knuckle to shoulder would surely shatter. How had the brothers got so strong? Even without her belt, she was a skilled Amazon warrior, more than capable of putting 2 whelps like these in their place - what on earth was happening to her? She must redouble her efforts, to fight with everything that she had for her fast-departing virtue, if not freedom.
And so Wonder Woman continued to punch and kick with all the energy that she could muster, (which was precious little), succeeding only in completely exhausting any meagre reserves that remained to her. Sweat poured from every pore, drool from her dribbling mouth, and milk almost pouring from her huge titties past her jangling bells, as she again visibly demonstrated her pitiful condition. Soon she was completely collapsed, help upright only by the twin spears thrusting deep inside her, lacking even the strength to ease the sensation by even partially lifting herself off the floor. Conversation was one-sided, the brothers now deliberately ignoring her as she moved gradually from empty threats to hopeless pleadings, all delivered in the pathetic lisp that she had been reduced to, no longer allowed even the authority of a sensible voice.
Her torment briefly ended as the inevitable happened once again, and she expected some peace for just a moment, and as they withdrew from her, she was confused as she was dumped on the cistern of the toilet she had distressed and pinned to the wall, trying to figure out what they were going to do to her next. The Brothers saw the distress in her complete confusion and decided not to enlighten her, instead leaning forward, ripping off her bells and clamping an eager mouth on each freely lactating nipple and suckled greedily.
"Whath are you doing?", she squealed in outrage. This was almost worse than her most unwanted threesome! "How dare you - they're noth thor you. Geth oth me!" She kicked out desperately, exhaustion meaning her feet did little more than nuzzle the chest of the brothers. She tried to focus her drastically reduced mental faculties, finding again that her once razor-sharp and premium fuel driven sports car engine now belonged in a rusty tractor and seemed to contain little more than dirty dish water. She placed a hand on each head, somehow still kidding herself in the presence of her demagogic strength, and, desperate to drive them away, pushed down with all her might.
But there was no strength to call on. Any power that she may once have had was completely removed from her. Attempting to utilise that former gift activated another facet of her unwelcome fresh conditioning, and she passed out, leaving them completely unhindered to their work. The Brothers knew full well that Amazonian milk would only strengthen themselves, and in being deprived of it, only weaken their victim, and, they suckled until their bellies were bulging. And another unwelcome part of her conditioning meant that within moments her body gave way to another unwelcome shuddering climax, that continued to be repeated and the brothers continued to slurp.
Wonder Woman was ill-accustomed to passing out, but if ever asleep would jerk herself awake at the slightest hint of danger. But now full consciousness remained elusive, and she found herself ever more debilitated by the unwelcome theft of her precious milk. Her eyes rolled, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and her unresponsive body grew ever more limp. And so, as the brothers had completed their fill, she found herself even less able to protect herself just at the point when her dangerous assailants had charged themselves up specifically for the purpose of tormenting her further. They tossed her inflated form between each other like a child's toy, and her head swam - where was her warrior spirit? Why couldn't she stop them doing whatever they wanted? Was she destined to remain nothing more than a helpless fuckslave?
Soon enough they tired of their childish game, but not soon enough for Wonder Woman. Rejuvenated as well as strengthened by the contents of her mammaries, they returned to their earlier sport, attempting to turn the whole of her lower abdomen into little more than a reservoir of Alvarez cum. Their strength now enhanced tenfold, having already been exponentially stronger than their victim, they pounded into her relentlessly, grinding away anything that remained of muscle tissue, swapping regularly as they climaxed. The world's loveliest punchbag mumbled incoherently for 'merthee', that was not so much ignored as prompting renewed vigour on the brothers' part to provide exactly the opposite; and she could only sob in wonderment at how quickly and often her assailants were ready for more. She tried to count how many times they swapped, but her reduced mind found herself unable to count beyond 3. They achieved that many times over.
Eventually they dropped her to the floor, viscous white fluid leaking freely from not 4 but 2 orifices, as she found herself literally overflowing, and with nothing like any ability to control any 'lower leakage'. Her head lolled uselessly, and they slapped to a point approaching responsiveness. Saul did the talking, while Jethro recommenced fondling her breasts, watching with amusements that her defenses were now so low, his crudest manhandlings still brought her to humiliating climaxes on a continual basis, utterly unable to muster any sort of defense either mental or physical.
"So Wondy, enjoying your stay?"
"Y-you pigth! AIEEEE"
"Sorry, didn't quite catch that Slut...?"
"Grargh!"
"Glad to see you're enjoying yourself. But have you forgotten something?"
"Plea-pleath - geth oth me. OO-ERK"
"I hardly think so! Now, we clean you up nicely earlier, then we have a nice time time together, and you've now let us get all messy with your vile juices..."
"Leth you! Leth you! I... AIEEEEEE"
"Now, now, I hardly think that the mighty Wonder Woman couldn't have stopped 2 humble street thugs if she really wanted to. Aren't you supposed to be the mightiest women in the world?"
"YARGH!"
"So there we go, we think it's time that you paid your dues accordingly. Clean us up, and take the punishment you deserve. Bro..."
Without further ado, Jethro perched himself on the edge of one of the bunks, and flipped her into the air, catching her easily on his right knee. In an instant she knew what was going to happen next - he was going to spank her! Her limbs again flailed desperately and ineffectively, achieving nothing than bouncing her huge breasts in fresh humiliation. His powerful left hand was pressed to the small of her back, and she was going simply nowhere. Meanwhile his right hand pushed her thighs apart like they were mere spaghetti strands, defying any attempt she made to hold them together, and toyed freely with her button, knowing anticipation was all part of the fun.
"Y-you canth do thith!", she yelped, fruitlessly indignant to the last. "I'm an Adult, a Thuperheroine, you can't thpank me"
"Are you sure about that, 'Thlut'", grinned Saul, as he stood in front of her. "We can do whatever we like..."
Suddenly she realised that his huge cock, dripping in her own juices was just in front of her face, and fresh horror gripped her as she realised what he meant by 'cleaning'. Unable to change her position, rather than dip her head or clench her teeth, which would still have done her no good, she sputtered in further outrage...
"Nether! I'll nether thuck your co-GLUB" She was predictably interrupted as Saul drove deep into her, her mouth full of his manhood, her chin thumped by his gonads, her nose full of his vile scent. She wanted to bite, to hurt, to assault, but unbeknownst to her, her programming allowed her no such action. But she resolutely refused to make it easy for him - she couldn't find a way to hurt him, but she would do nothing to please him...
And then Jethro struck her for the first time, and one more dread part of her conditioning took its unwelcome and unexpected effect upon her. As soon as he spanked her in this position, his position as master over her was confirmed absolutely, and with it her position as slave. No longer were any thoughts of resistance even possible to her helpless mind; instead she focused all her limited computing power into what she could do to please and satisfy him more. She recognised how the brothers worked as a unit and tried to use her worthless body as much as she was able to punish herself and pleasure them.
As Jethro continued to swing with brutal accuracy, she now strained to raise herself open her legs wider, enabling him easier access to not only her ass but her pussy; thoroughly brutalized as both were, she prayed to Hera with all her will that her Master would succeed in disabling her from ever making any lower body movement that wouldn't leave her screaming in agony - it was all she deserved. She cranked her mouth open, and dived greedily onto Saul's cock, cursing herself that despite their best efforts, it's tip failed to puncture her larynx. But now she enthusiastically used her tongue, lips, and hands to aid him in her subjugation. She found that the upturned paddle with which she had entered was within reach; grasping it with whichever hand wasn't busy with Saul, she proceeded to batter her swinging tits into hamburger meat.
Jethro encouraged her in her efforts accordingly, and in due time she thirstily gobbled down her milkshake, thanking, 'Mathter Thaul' for gracing her with his 'theed'. The brothers switched places to similar result, and again the enslaved Wonder Woman neither thought or sought any action for any purpose other than to please her masters and subjugate herself.
And so Wonder Woman's longest night continued, with repeated iterations, until she was little more than a blooded mess from the efforts of both herself and her masters. She grovelled bitterly to them that she was too exhausted to punish herself anymore - she was too tired to hold her paddle...
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