The three women lend a hand

Powergirl turned away from the three women the moment the clothes were out of her hands. She strode towards the steaming pools, feeling the trio of women’s eyes on her pert backside the entire time, much to her continued embarrassment. She slid into the waters, a blissful groan escaping her lips as she felt the hot waters begin to soothe away the bruises and tension from the day. She slid down to her armpits, her large breasts floating softly atop the water like a pair of beach balls.

She slowly rolled her shoulders, allowing her eyes to close as she let her mind blank. Forgotten was the fact she was in the lair of one of humaity’s greatest foes, the battle in the sky, the shameful event in the jungle.

So relaxed was she, that she even managed to forget the other women in the room until a black form slipped into the water alongside her with all the grace of a nymph. The ponytailed woman smiled as she slowly bobbed in the water, and began to draw up to Powergirl, who watched her in rising suspicion with wide eyes.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Powergirl asked as she tried to retreat, her back striking the rocky edge of the pool.

“Our duty, given to us by the master. We are to clean you,” the ebon goddess cooed, drawing closer and entrancing young Powergirl like a siren.

“I-I can do it myself,” she protested. She gasped suddenly as a pair of hands fell upon her shoulders from behind Turning around, she saw the young naked woman with the long flowing hair give her a heated look. Powergirl immediately turned back around, only to see the ponytailed woman draw up directly before her. As the woman stood up, water seemed to cascade from her firm breasts. The matronly woman reached up and leaned over Powergirl in a single fluid motion, her breasts teasingly close to the blonde’s face with nipples erect and teasing the woman beneath. Considering the heat in the room, that the woman’s nipples were fairly jutting from her chest left only one other explanation, one which made the entranced Powergirl’s creamy skin flush with interest and cross her legs firmly as a heat began to coil there.

At last the woman pulled back, appearing once more with a bar of soap, towel, and a tender smile. “Relax, my dear. We will do the work. Merely lie back and enjoy,” she soothed, slowly rubbing the soap between her hands. Powergirl watched, entranced as the hands fondled the small white bar lovingly before reaching forward. A gasp escaped her throat as the confident hands of the woman slowly took her arms and began to slowly rub the soap in. Back and forth it went. She knew she should protest, should take it upon herself at least, to escape the thrall of these women! But she found herself unable, or unwilling, to voice a word of protest to the cleansing hands.