"Wheel of Miss-Fortune - Pilot Episode: The Hero Valkyrie's Fall."

The stream started all at once. All across the city, invitations to it appeared on laptops, desktops, TVs and devices of all manners. Broadcasts were interrupted, computers hacked and phones hijacked all to display this live video. It showed a large dark room, with a figure among the shadows.

"Welcome one and all to the first broadcast of our new adult gameshow. Brought to you by the Producer. A one of a kind game line no other… get ready for an experience to remember. Welcome to the pilot episode of Wheel of Miss-Fortune!

"Let's meet our first not-so-willing contestant, the first Miss to suffer the fate of the wheel, you know her, you love her, or if you are like me, loath her, one of the supposed heroes of your city, the so called 'Invulnerable Golden Angel', Leader of the Unbreakables, and all-around pain in the ass, the very beautiful and dare I say sexy bitch, Valkyrie!"

A spot light came on, illuminating the figure in the shadows. The familiar superhero Valkyrie hung, with chains around her ankles as she floated using her powers of flight, hands simply bound behind her back. She was like a tethered balloon. Dressed in her iconic costume of a gold and white leotard made of spandex with her famous symbol of golden wings wrapped around a purple heart upon her chest.

"Ain't she just the perfect piece of spank bait?"

The voice was not wrong. Valkyrie was one hell of a woman. With massive breasts heaving under her tight costume. Her fat ass cheeks were visible even from this angle as they peeked her sides. Massive thighs that would look good wrapped around anyone with a pair of bare, tanned legs down to her white winged, golden, high heel boots.

Her blonde hair was a mess atop her head. Face still covered by a white domino mask. There was a delirious look upon her, as if she was drunk or high. Her lips were smudged with pink, glossy lipstick. It looked like someone had been sloopily making out with her.

"And of course, there is me, chosen by the Producer to be your hostess for this pilot, mistress of games, the host with the most, lover of chaos, super villainess, superstar and fashion icon, the one, the only, the beautiful, graceful and ever so humble, Diva!"

There was an explosion of pink smoke as lights came on illuminating a warehouse set up as a gameshow stage. As the smoke cleared, it revealed a figure standing next to the bound superhero. A tall black woman dressed in a red and white suit. She looked halfway between a game show host and a ring leader of a circus. She had a bubblegum coloured afro, with pink glossy lips and purple spiral contacts. Her body was more willowy than Valkyrie but she filled out that suit well.

"Hello one and all," She said with a flamboyant bow as multiple camera angles captured both her and Valkyrie along with a large colourful game wheel. "This is only a pilot episode so excuse the stage, the Producer promises an actual studio, should this show be greenlit, but for now, let's check in with our contestant!"

Cheesy gameshow music played as Diva danced her way across the makeshift stage towards her helpless hero. Reaching her floating contestant she reached out and put her white gloved hand upon the soft facial cheeks of the woman. "Smile for the cameras now my dear," Diva said as she squashed Valkyrie's cheeks, making her let out a slurred moan of acknowledgement. The camera zoomed in on the hero's face, showing her dazed look, drool leaking between her lips, the same colour lipstick as Diva wore smeared across them.

"They say you have an invulnerable body… but that's not the whole truth, is it?" Diva said before making Valkyrie shake her head by physically moving her skull side to side. Valkyrie tried to say something but only slurred whimpers came from her lips. "You are quite ****… your body may not break, it bends or stretches with enough pressure and **** applied to it, but you also still feel everything.

"Pain can break anyone eventually, pleasure can be just as deadly if applied strategically, and humiliation… we're all **** to that, unbreakable body or not, but especially you mask-wearing-wanabee-sluts who parade around in your skin tight spandex with your massive floppy tits and jiggly asses." She reached down from Valkyrie's face to grasp her large breast through the superhero costume, giving it a jiggle. "No bra today? You really are a naughty slut!"

The camera focused on the bountiful breasts as Diva jiggled the one up and down, her gloved hand groping it roughly, and Valkyrie let out another slurred moan. "You're just begging to have these puppies touched. Who out there hasn't wanted to just grab a handful of these super titties and squeeze them like stress balls?" She turned to address the camera while continuing to grope her bound hero.

"I know all your villains have thought of it, some even claim to have been bold enough to act on it and… well… the stories we have heard… but I bet even the civilians out there have thought of it. How could you not with such big, fat titties bouncing in your face as she flails about trying to 'save the day'?"

A sound clip of cheering and clapping played implying there was a live audience watching this show. "Of course that's not the only slutty part of you that is unignorable," Diva said as her other hand reached back as the camera cut to an angel of Valkyrie's backside. Her hands were bound in rope above an ass that was spilling out of the leotard costume she wore and it only got more exposed as Diva grabbed the spandex and pulled it up, wedging Valerie and making her gasp. She then brought that hand down and slapped her ass hard. The sound of it echoed around the warehouse and clips of 'Ohhhhhhh's and 'Offfffff's played from the fake audience.

Valkyrie winced before blinking as the camera cut back to the front shot to catch her reaction. Her eyes refocusing as she shook her head slightly. "Where… am… I?" She managed to say as she blinked against the bright studio lighting. She looked over at the woman still with a hand upon her breast. "Diva?"

"Ah and the super slut speaks… my hallucinogenic lipstick doesn't last long after a little pain… shame really because it is fun to watch you brainless sluts like you," Diva said with a pout. "But I can always apply some more." She puckered her pink glossy lips.

"Noooooo…" Valkyrie whinnied. She was still feeling the effects of it. Her head swam with sensations and feelings. Blurred memories assaulted her. A fake mugging she responded to, an ambush, Diva stunning her with her hypnotic gaze, then whamming her with **** perfume that put her in a trance, being kidnapped while helpless and **** up, groped and toyed with, her bra stripped from her, kept high on hallucinogenic lipstick kisses while all this was set up and then bound like this.

She strained against the chain around her ankles but it held tight. One of her many weaknesses was being tethered to the ground. Valkyrie's main powers were super strength, flight and, the one she was most known for, her invulnerable body. She could take hits that would shatter the planet in half and have nothing but bruises.

Only her strength and flight powers were weakened significantly when in contact with the ground for extended periods. That was why she fought mostly from the air and what had earned her her name. This chain around her ankles kept that contact active. Luckily, her invulnerable body was not affected by this. Unluckily for her, it seemed that Diva was counting on that.

"I'll let you keep your faculties for now… maybe even your precious little mask upon that pretty face of yours, but only if you play our game," Diva teased as she reached up and put a hand upon Valkyrie's cheek, fingers pressing against the side of her domino mask. "After all, we wouldn't want the city to be in on your secret identity. How many criminals would come after you for ****? And how would the people in your life be able to look at you after I show them the slut you really are, live and uncut?"

Valkyrie flinched as she noticed the cameras focused on her. She could not see due to the intense studio lighting but there were definitely other figures behind them. A whole film and studio crew. This was a huge step up from Diva's usual antics. She had super powered cosmetics and a grudge against the fashion industry, not the resources to pull something like this off and a desire to be a gameshow host. "And just who's game is this really, Diva? You mentioned a Producer… I think…"

"Oh a very powerful sponsor who wants to see you heroes cut down a peg and make some quality entertainment. I already know what you are, behind that mask and your hero act. Now the whole city will too."

Both hands grasped Valkyrie's tits. They overflowed from her hands. Diva groped and squeezed them roughly, playing around with them like she was kneading dough, almost beating them up with her rough treatment making Valkyrie flinch, groan, grunt and eventually moan.

"Seeeeeee, you, and the rest of them, are nothing more than super sluts… not heroes… just going out there, hoping to be at the mercy of a villain like me, or many a lucky civilian," She teased the camera with a smouldering look. When Valkyrie opened her mouth to retort, Diva's dexterous fingers grasped her thick nipples that were poking through the spandex and pinched them as hard as she could.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

"As I said… you still feel pain," Diva said sadistically, as she twisted those nipples making Valkyrie wince and gasp. "But to break you tonight… we'll leave that up to fate!" She pulled on Valkyrie's nipples till they slipped out from her grasp, the breasts stretching in that tight spandex before bouncing about cartoonishly as they were released. "With the Wheel of Miss-Fortune!"

A spot light came on upon the colourful wheel, all manner of options littered it, everything from 'Pain', 'Pleasure', 'Humiliation', 'Release' and even ones like 'Bimbofication', 'Hucow' and countless others. "Now let's give that wheel a spin!" Diva called out as the wheel began to spin and Valkyrie audibly gulped. What would she have to endure from this crazy super villain?