Made into a giant sunday

Defender again regained consciousness an hour or so later. Sitting up, she found that she wasn't in a particularly ideal situation. For starters, yet another portion of her costume had been removed. THis time her boots. She was not however bound though that didn't matter as she was in some kind of glass container that she couldn't simply climb out of. She banged on the glass only to find that it wouldn't break.

"It's no use Defender. Even if you had your precious powerbelt, it would not help you." Defender noticed the maid standing behind her. "Let me out of here right now!!!" "I will not until the master asks me to." "Then what do you plan to do with me in the mean time?" The Maid turned to the side and walked to a control panel. "Let's just say the master wants dessert." She said and she pulled a lever on the control pannel.

Suddenly, a machine above the heroine came to life. A few seconds later, a stream of soft serve ice cream. Defender backed up against the side of the glass but it was of little use. It wasn't long before she felt the ice cream pooling at her feet. Not to she had to keep pulling herself out of the ice cream in order to prevent herself from being pulled under by it. It was then that she realized that she might be able get out if she could stay on top of it and reach the top. As she thought about this though, she fell slipped and fell face first into the stream of ice cream. Minutes later, she was covered up to her waist. She tried to pull herself free but it was no use.

Defender started to shiver in the ice cream, rubbing her arms to try and hang on to her warmth. "You must be cold Defender. Let me warm you up a bit." Pulling some more levers, the nozzles abover the heroine changed and soon, hold fudge ice cream started pour on top of the superheroine. It was hot but it wasn't scolding thankfully. Defender though that she might able to pull herself free as the ice cream melted but it only caused her to sink futher. At this rate, she wouldn't be able to pull herself out completely.

The Maid was watching with a slight smile as she watched the heroine struggle. Once she was covered up to her neck, she pulled the lever to stop the flow. Defender continued to struggled but slowed as the fudge started to cool. Eventually being unable to struggle. The Maid turned back to the console. "A little bit of carmel sauce should finish the job." Defender watched her with a horrified look on her face. If she dumped more on her she would be buried. She had to find some way to escape but how?