She doesn't give in.

She balled her fists in impotent rage. She had never felt so powerless, or so horny. Her pussy was oozing almost as much as her achingly sensitive nipples at this point, and there wasn't a thing she could do to satisfy herself. She slapped the rubbery intruder onto the ground as she stalked past it and into her bathroom. A shower was just what she needed.

The hot water felt good and helped her relax a bit, but did nothing to curb her milk production. It seemed she was going to be constantly soiled until she found a way to stop it. She dried off and laid down in her bed. Things seemed bleak right now, but tomorrow was a new day. Sleep, however, turned out to not to be much of a refuge. Her unquenched sexual need, and a few thoughts from Sin, resulted in eight hours of dark, sexual dreams for Power Girl.

First she was pinned against a wall by Sin's gloved hand around her throat, and roughly fucked. Then she was being spanked with a wooden paddle by the Ultra Humanite while she helplessly masturbated. Then she was **** to polish every cock of her former comrades on the Justice League. They came on her face and in her hair, laughing. But for all the countless, degrading scenarios she dreamt that night, she never came once. And wouldn't, she was growing increasingly certain, unless Sin allowed it.

By the time morning came, she was feverish with lust. Her bedding was sodden by the constant flow of milk and honey from her tits and pussy, and she couldn't keep her hips from writhing. Her hands were gripping the moist sheets desperately. She wanted nothing more than to touch herself, but she was afraid that if she started that she'd never be able to stop. She didn't notice Sin was standing at the foot of her bed until he spoke.

"The city is under attack, Power Girl. What would you do to get me to allow you to save it?"