"If you can't keep up, we can just stop here."
"Mnggff... yhghhh..."
"Yes, Batwoman, we can jusy bury you in the sand up to your neck. It will be even tighter and even hotter, encased in all that hot sand, but if you don't want to walk any further..."
"MMFFGH! LRRGH MMGG GH..."
"Oh, you would be fine. You've got that nice inflated collar after all. And I bet after a few hours the tide would free you. Cool water absolutely steaming off that hot rubber-encased body. Although... if you stop now, you'll have to endure many more hours of shocks and edging. "⚡
"Nghghghhh.. nnnghgooo..."
"Oh yes. Two hours, and we're just getting started..."
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It's too hot. Poor me! But worse for poor Batwoman. ♨️ Ms. Kane is currently enduring thick rubber encasement at the hands of Phantom, who doesn't take too kindly to a superheroine snoop trying to bring her down. Especially not when the weather is this hot. After being captured, she was locked in some nice heavy rubber, practically welded into a steel belt and with her suit augmented with some lovely zappy additions. ⚡ If she stops walking, she gets a nice electrical jolt. Moving isn't easy with that spreader bar and inflated collar and MASSIVE gag and heavy hood and... well, it's not easy. But she'd better keep moving if she doesn't want to end up sweating and twitching as my rubberslave in the hot sun. 💞