Humiliation

As the wheel spun, Diva once more grasped Valkyrie's cheeks and made her watch the wheel. This time the hero looked more annoyed than like a drooling idiot. "Are you excited for everyone at home to watch you? There are some very fun options up there. I know I would like to see these big cow tits put in their proper place," Diva teased, her other hand groping Valkyrie's chest as the camera cut between them and the wheel.

It spun a full rotation past 'Pain' and back around to a new section of the wheel before finally falling dead on 'Humiliation'. Valkyrie frowned. How could this get any more humiliating? She was already being called all manner of derogatory names by Diva. She was being displayed before countless people as a helpless slut. What else could Diva do? Strip her? Would it really make much difference?

"Oh now this is a more hands off one," Diva exclaimed as she released Valkyrie's tits only to grasp her hair and tug her head back. "Pucker up my super slut."

"Wait…" Valkyrie said, only to be muffled as Diva crushed her lips against Valkyrie's. She spluttered and tried to struggle against Diva's sloppy makeout, but she became more and more placated as the hallucinogenic lipstick took effect. She felt her brain filled with cotton candy. A smile came over her face and she began to kiss Diva back.

As Diva pulled away, Valkyrie was left spaced out and smiling like a loon. "There we go, isn't that so much better? To be a mindless slut once more?" Diva said and Valkyrie let out a slurred moan of agreement. "Mmmm. It's really what you are meant to be. But I have something more special for you. Come down now, no more floating off the ground."

Valkyrie was easily persuaded to stop flying, the chain around her ankles going slack as she stood there in her golden high heel boots. "That's a good girl," Diva said and gave Valkyrie a peck on the cheek, and untied her hands. "Release the chain and raise the punishment pole. Extend it all the way."

The chains around Valkyrie's legs unlocked and Diva guided her forward as a hatch, behind them, in the floor opened, and out raised a sturdy steel pole with a monstrous, torturous looking dildo mounted upon it. It rose up well out of the frame of the camera.

"Now listen to me, my mindless slut," Diva said as she pulled out a vial of perfume. "Breath deeply from this." She sprayed pink clouds of powdery smoke that Valkyrie eagerly inhaled. As she did her gaze became less unfocused but more calm. She looked aware but still placid and submissive. Diva leaned in close, to whisper in her ear, her voice no longer being picked up on the studio mics.

"Listen here, listen to my voice, be aware of who you are and where you are but only act as I tell you. This is a charity event," Diva told Valkyrie as she continued to spritz clouds of perfume in the **** hero's face. "It's for the homeless and sick of the city. People who are counting on you to earn them a lot of money so you can save them." Valkyrie's eyes widened as she took in this information.

"And do you know how you are going to earn that money?" Diva asked and Valkyrie shook her head. "You are going to perform for the good people of the city and they are going to donate to charity to save all the sick and homeless people. But you need to perform well for them. You need to dance for them.

"Dance the sluttiest dance you ever have in your life. If you think it is slutty enough, go harder, shake your tits, your fat ass, make them want you, desire you, **** your body into being that of little more than a sex object for them, do whatever you can to make them throw money at you. You have to save all those people. They are counting on you to be a real hero for them. Because that is what you do, right?"

"Of course," Valkyrie answered in a monotone voice. Deep down a part of her knew this was wrong. It screamed at her to say no, and make her move now while she was free and untethered. But it was clouded by the perfume induced trance. Buried so deep beneath the pink clouds that all it could do was watch in frustration as Diva smiled at her answer.

"That's right," Diva said and stepped back. She gave Valkyrie a slap on the ass. "Get to your pole and when the music starts, dance your heart out for all the rich perverts out there."

Valkyrie nodded eagerly as she took up a position near the pole. Internally, she was already dreading what was about to happen. But externally, from among the pink clouds, she was smiling at the cameras. Music came on, a slow sensual beat that Valkyrie began to sway her hips to.

She had danced before. At clubs and events in her civilian life. Even acted like a bit of a slut on the dance floor, especially after a few drinks, but it was nothing like this. She reached back and grasped the pole with her hands as she continued to sway. Her breasts bobbed up and down with her swaying hips, flopping about wildly with no bra on under her spandex costume, she began to gyrate her hips to make them bounce purposely and giving the cameras a real show.

Diva watched from the sidelines. This was perfect. She had turned a respected hero of the city into little more than a floozy stripper. Her reputation would be changed for good after tonight. The music picked up, and as did Valkyrie's movements. She gave the cameras so much to concentrate on with her bouncing breasts.

Soon she turned around, showing them her ass and as the beat dropped, she arched her back, hands grasping the pole, hips up and breasts pushed forward to hug the cold steel before she began to twerk. "Well, well, well, look at Valkyrie go!" Diva exclaimed as she watched that big, fat ass bounce about. The spandex leotard barely held it at bay as it wedged up her crack. "She's not bad at this… for a white girl! But she's going to have to step up her game if she wants your donations at home!"

Spurred on by Diva's commentary, Valkyrie mounted the pole and spun around it. She used her powers of flight and the grace of her martial arts skills to show off this feat of acrobatics. Her legs hugged the pole as she released her hands from it and let her body drop down, bending backwards to show her body to the cameras, her big breasts almost flopping onto her face as the spandex stained to hold them from slipping out.

Canned cheering from the audience played and Valkyrie felt a rush, she was doing it, she was going to earn that money for charity. While deep down inside her she screamed at herself for being so easily controlled like this. Could she not see she was acting like little more than a stripper. She was a hero not a…

"A good show and worth many donations," Diva announced and Valkyrie smiled like an idiot as she came to a stop on one side of the pole. "But to really get that money flowing and help out the poor people of our fair city… she may need to… SHOW. SOME. SKIN!"

More cheering and hollering sounded as Valkyrie stood up, unstraddled the pole and reached up to the straps of her leotard. 'What are you doing you idiot?' She thought internally as her fingers grabbed the straps and began to peel them down her arms. 'Don't you do it… not on a live broadcast… you stupid, fucking slut!'

She pulled the straps down and began to teasingly work the costume off of her body. Valkyrie thought she understood now what it meant by humiliation. It was not just her internal feelings of shame but the complete humiliation of her character, and destruction of her reputation as a superhero. And there was nothing she could do to stop herself, as she grinned at the cameras and continued to strip…