Her opinion of you has lowered

Power Girl snarls at you. “What did I tell you about looking at my face!”

You snap your head back down to look at her pussy. Your chest tightens with anxiety though your cock is rock hard.

“And did I say you could stop eating me?”

You plunge back into her sopping wet pussy. You feel something hot near your hands, then they are free. She must have used her heat vision to cut through your ropes. Her body shifts underneath you as her hands press down on your back. Suddenly, you spin around and Power Girl is sitting on your face. Her full weight seems to be bearing down on you, forcing you to struggle to breath through your nose as you lick her cunt.

“Time for some new rules, Less-Than-Shit Boy,” says Power Girl. “Oh, that’s right, after last night your name is now Less-Than-Shit Boy. I mean, Goddamn that was good last night! I knew you were pathetic compared to Wildcat, but wow!

“Anyway, do you remember when I told you that you can only look at my ass, pussy, and breasts? Sorry, but you obviously don’t deserve that much. From now on you only look at my feet. And before I said you should be on your knees instead of standing, but now I want you on your knees all the time. No walking, just crawling. A feeble piece of crud like you doesn’t deserve to walk upright like a person.”

Another spray of the powerful woman’s juices hits your face, but she doesn’t slow down so you keep licking.

“And you know what I said about you not being allowed to jerk off? Well, feel free to do it all you want when I’m not around. There’s no point in keeping you from it, since I’m never going to let you shoot off that pitiful worm in me again. I’ll probably let you eat me when I’m bored, but I’m gonna have real men over here at night to actually satisfy me. I’ll probably need a different one for each night of the week to make sure I don’t wear them out.

“Maybe I’ll let you watch again. But only if you do a really good job on your daily chores. Speaking of which…”

She cums on your face one more time, then flies off. Just as you start recovering from the removal of full body weight from your face, a stream of letters falls on top of you.

“Four more bags of fan mail came in this morning. You’re gonna have a busy day, Less-Than-Shit Boy!”

The pile of letters shifts and fall away. As Power Girl walks into the hallway, you see the red sun lamp on her nightstand.