This choice: Partial Success! You are sent flying further back into Power Girl's chest! • Go Back...Chapter #6Upgraded to a window seat by: matthias   Slowly, far to slowly for your liking, you felt your body beginning to peel away from the mighty mammary that was holding you captive. once you no longer felt any pressure on your back, you began to jerk your limbs, growing more and more anxious to free yourself and depart your confinement before Power Girl reached her destination.
'Come on, almost'... You mentally shouted at yourself, your right side only held down by your hand and foot. With one last herculean effort, you managed to rip your limbs free! You felt a rush of elation course through you. Your first night as a hero may have had a crappy start, but now you could finally start your evening of crime-fighting, and nothing would-
Unfortunately for you, the laws of physics and aerodynamics cared not a whit for your hopes and dreams. As soon as you had freed a side of your body, the wind rushing past you had caught your flattened form like a sail, whipping you back and forth like a flag on a car antenna, slapping you repeatedly, forward and backward, into the tit you naively thought you had just escaped.
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As Power Girl streaked across the skies of Yorktropolis, she decided that there were few joys greater than the thrill of flying. Unfortunately, this particular thrill came with several downsides. The biggest being the birds, she decided, as her super-hearing picked a flock of geese ahead. Deciding to avoid any more hazards, and take the more direct route home, she started to dive downwards. towards the lights of the city.
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Just as you had surrendered yourself to this fresh new hell of your own making, the wind suddenly escalated in intensity, briefly redoubling your whipping motions, before an almighty gust ripped your left limbs from the surface of the breast, and you had a brief feeling of flight, before what felt like a freight train slammed into from behind, forcing you flat against it. blinking away the black spots that danced across your vision, you forced your eyes to focus, and as the wind died down, and you felt your unwitting transport began to slow, you observed from your new vantage point.
You saw the place of your imprisonment, and the outline of your form in her sweat. In fact, you could see the whole of Power Girl's cleavage laid out before you, the narrow canyon stretching onwards, to where it terminated in a wall of white. Beneath you, you could see only the beginning of a vast plane of skin, before it too merged with the white fabric of the suit. All the while, overhead, the opening of her costume displayed the outside world like an IMAX screen.
And with your grand efforts at escape, all you had managed to do was merely transfer yourself from being flattened by Power Girl's boobs, to being flattened against her sternum. Now, thoroughly exhausted by the whole ordeal, and your consecutive failures, you decided that now, the best option would be to wait. And so, you did the only thing you could: you watched, and you waited.
Watched as Power Girl finally stopped in front of a window, opening it and entering what you could only assume was her apartment, watched as the cavernous walls of your prison sprang to jiggling life with every footstep she took, watched as your 'sweat-angel', the only barely visible evidence of your plight, was smeared away into nothingness by the mashing motions of her cleavage(and fleetingly felt relieved that you were, at the very least, no longer in immediate danger of that particular fate). All you could do now was watch, as your foreseeable future was decided for you.
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Kara was glad she'd decided to head home when she did. She had barely entered her apartment, and already she felt the gentle pull of sleep. "Well," she muttered to herself, "What'll it be tonight?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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