Wonder Woman wakes up first

Guhhhh...

Wonder Woman's head was pounding as she slowly blinked open her bleary eyes.

Or at least... were they open? Everything was still so dark. She could feel something on her face, something soft and engulfing... where was she?

Urrggghhh... her mind was so weak. It took everything she had to even care. Her entire being wanting to just close her eyes and go back to sleep. But... something was telling her she had to move. Had to get out. Had to escape. And somehow, there was enough of her still left in there to try.

"Nnngg..." she placed her palms on the soft mattress either side of her body, and pushed. "Nnf!"

With a gasp, Wonder Woman pulled her face free of Power Girl’s incredible boob window, sending the chest mountains jiggling. Diana's eyes blinked as they adjusted to the light of the room. Her hair was tussled and matted, and she was dim-eyed as she gasped for breath.

Slowly, she recovered enough to stare down beneath her, to look at the happy Kryptonian still sound asleep between the Amazon's two jello-like arms that were holding her up. She stared in horror at the space between her gigantic boobs, and the clear slobber and mascara which smeared it, rubbed off from her noble face during the night. Power Girl was none the wiser, face content and happy as she dreamed sweet dreams.

Wonder Woman just stayed like that, held up by her two weak arms, panting, for a few minutes. Trying to get herself back. She barely even noticed that her tits were hanging out, and by the time she felt the air on them, she didn't even care. Her eyes widened as she found herself again, her noble spirit, her heroic values. In a rare moment of clarity, all the knockouts of the past week came to Wonder Woman at once - she recalled each one in intricate detail. And she gasped. The ****. The punchy bot. The flick. The smother...

Wonder Woman couldn't believe it. She just... couldn't believe it. How had she allowed this to happen? She was Wonder Woman. She didn't /get/ knocked out.

Her eyes widened as she recalled what happened to her in the mess hall, the last time she said that. A flick on the chin and... Her face burnt red as she hung her head in shame, almost enough shame to make her arms give out and drop her back into Power Girl's waiting cleavage, but she barely managed to hold on. She knew that if she dropped herself into there again, she wouldn't have the strength to get out.

Humiliated by all of her memories coming back to her, and angry at the peacefully sleeping young Kryptonian before her, Wonder Woman took a moment to think. What should she do? She was in no state to fight, and though she was ashamed to admit it, she wasn't even sure if she could beat Power Girl at her best anymore... that thought made her lip quiver.

Her hair was horribly matted, her mascara smudged, and her tits hanging out with the bustier ripped from her royal Amazonian corset. Something she had no means of repairing. She felt like she was going to cry, it was all so overwhelming. At the same time, she was so filled with rage towards Power Girl... why had she done this to her? Why had she acted like this? Why had she... broken her so harshly? None of it made any sense...

Wonder Woman shook slightly, still on her hands and knees dangling above Power Girl's welcoming bosom. What should she do? Should she get away while she still could? Should she take out her rage? She half felt like just pounding Power Girl's chin in until she was just as broken of a superheroine. Or should she just... accept the rule of the Alpha Female, and return to her docile position between those heaping, lovely breasts? Give up all the responsibility and stress of being Wonder Woman? Let herself be a sleepy pet for a better woman, free of duty or autonomy? Live a life of peaceful rest...