A possible rescue

Despite her inner, unspoken objections, she began to strip. With sultry slowness, legs spread wide, she pulled down her leather leotard, allowing her large breasts to spill forth. She wanted to scream: She was topless on camera! How could she be a super hero after this? Even worse, she felt a dampness between her legs. She was turned on by this against her will, trapped in her own body! She wanted to scream, to fight, but instead posed like a porn star, smiling eagerly and pushing her large breast out to the camera.

Suddenly there was the sound of shattering glass. From the skylight overhead a figure dropped through the skylight, landing in a crotch, hands extended in a claw shape:

It was Vixen! Another heroine, hear to save Black Canary! A model in her civilian life, the beautiful dark skinned warrior woman could take on the attribute of any animal with her medallion necklace.

"Canary, you okay?" Vixen asked. Then, her eyes bugged out as she saw topless Canary in a bed being filmed. "CANARY!? What are you doing?"

"Black Canary!" White Canary ordered. "Subdue Vixen for me!"

"Yes boss." Black Canary rose up, walking towards Vixen. Vixen was shocked, staring at Canary's wobbling breasts. The two masked models also began circling Vixen.

"Canary, what's wrong with you?" Vixen tried to reason with her friend. "Snap out of it!"

In response Canry put up her fists. Breasts flopping free she lunged at Vixen...