The Wardens snickered anew at the desperate state of the broken ball of flesh collapsed at their feet - once a powerful avenging amazon who had once all too easily put them both in their place, now sobbing bitterly that she was now physically incapable of injuring herself still further for their amusement. She servilely grovelled for their forgiveness, her desire to serve them bordering on worship. She repeatedly offered each of her orifices as a receptacle for their vile manhoods, no longer able to take action to serve them by her own means.
But the brothers were done with her, booting her in each leaking udder as she sobbed that her rightful masters clearly wanted nothing more to do with her - what would she do if not serve them?
The brothers casually strolled out of the cell to freshen up, and a moment later a couple of guards walked in and grabbed her, hauling her upright, and started frogmarching her out of the cell herself. Unbound to these men, Wonder Woman's heroic persona returned to her in a rush, uselessly attempting to slow their progress, and issued her demands desperately;
"Thtop! Thtop! Where are you taking me?" She tried to recover a measure of authority; "You'll pay for thith! Donth you know who I am?"
"Why, who are you slut?", grinned one of the guards, grabbing a blooded breast and squeezing brutally, and knowing both his action and question would lead her into fresh disgrace.
"I-I-ooh!" In horror, the once-virtuous amazon felt her body betray herself once again in a shuddering orgasm that she could neither explain nor control. Stupidly, she considered that her title may yet command her just some respect. "I (gasp) am (ooh) Wonder (pant) Woman!"
Her bladder gave way instantly, and she felt fresh pee again pouring down her legs. Now far too stupid to realise the connection between her words and her actions, fresh despair again filled her heart at her pitiable weakness.
The guards snickered at her "Wonder Woman?" (Her flow increased dramatically, but their progress continued at pace) "More like 'Wonder Wetter'? Maybe 'Princess Pissypants'? How about Soggy Slut?"
"I-I'll thow you", she whimpered. "I-I will recover my thtrength and..."
"Yes, poor old Wonder Weakling is missing her special belt. Who knows - if you had it maybe you'd be able to wash yourself rather than need us to do it for you!"
"N-no, you'll do no thuch thing!" She recoiled in horror, realising they had stopped under a shower faucet. But she was far too weak to offer any resistance, fear slackening her muscles and dexterity even further. She could only sob in shame as they lathered up her soft and compliant body, the coarse soap aggravating her numerous cuts and abrasions, and wail as brutal scourers were applied to all her tendermost parts. They started with her battered breasts and worked down, cleaning up her fresh shame that she helplessly produced from their treatment. Continually she tried to push them away, without even the slightest success, sobbing at her uselessness.
Eventually they were done, and one of the guards tossed her over his shoulder before strolling towards an oversized crib in an empty cell, dropping her into it head first while hanging onto her feet. Still, she feebly protested, as he easily slipped a tiny pair of white cotton panties onto her, their brevity and translucence almost making her feel even more nude.
Ridiculously, she trued to tear them off, but found herself too feeble and uncoordinated to make any impression. She tried to sit up, but she was flat on her back, and her inflated appendages left her pinned uselessly.
"Nighty-night' Wonder Wobblers", grinned the guard, and left her to it.
Wonder Woman longed to convince herself this was her chance to escape, but her desperate wrigglings only confirmed to her that she was a helpless prisoner of her own body. And she was truly exhausted. Maybe after a quick power-nap, this nightmare may just start to make some sense...
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