Power Girl yawned as she made her way to her bed. "Not like I'm expecting company." She muttered sleepily, unclasping her cape, and kicking off her boots, before collapsing into her bed, and within a few minutes, sleep claimed her.
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As your host drifted off to sleep, you breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Now that she had stopped moving, you decided that this was your best chance to try and escape your current predicament. You began slowly, afraid that any sudden motions might wake your captress. Tensing the muscles in your neck, you strained and pulled, stopping to regain your strength, and tried again. Slowly, you began to feel the back of your head coming free, slowly peeling like a stubborn price sticker.
After several minutes had passed, with one last mighty tug, you felt your head finally rip free from Power Girl's sternum. "This is going to be a long night." You quietly groused, as your set to work on freeing the rest of your body. As you struggled, you felt your prison begin to shift. Glancing above you, you could see that the massive heroine was shifting onto her side, giving you the momentum to rip your left arm free, before she finished rolling over, and your little opening was now completely compacted by her breasts.
"Oh, come on." You wheezed, desperately pushing at the suffocating wall of tit-flesh with your one free arm, while now frantically tugging at the rest of your body. You could already feel the temperature beginning to rise, and your body was being coated in a disgusting mixture of old and new sweat, and you could already feel the pores behind you tugging at your mask again. In a last ditch effort, you yank your head forwards, with your mask being ripped from your head, and claimed by the massive sternum in your head's place.
You then lowered your head, and seized your other arm in your teeth, frenziedly trying to free it. below you, you felt, one of your legs finally tear free, though the tearing sound that followed suggested that the leg of your costume had been left behind. You then braced your knee against the your knee against the encroaching boob, planting your foot against the sternum, and pushed with all your might.
With a muffled cry of animalistic fury, you ripped your right arm free. While shaking it in the hope it would reinflate faster, you pushed off with your leg once more, and felt the rest of your body come free. With a glance around you, you saw that your salvation had come at the near-total sacrifice of your super-suit, which had come between you and your captor's body.
Giving your body a moment to resume it's three-dimensional shape, you planned your escape. Thinking quickly, you came up with two options. If you timed and angled it right, you might be able to shoot yourself out of your cleavage trap like soap under a foot. Or you could try and climb up towards her collarbone, and escape that way.
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