Dawnstar

You turn towards Dawnstar and say her name. She smiles as she stands there, statuesque, every inch of her standing out a mile. The wings on her back slowly start beating. lifting her off the ground, and she looks down at you, ready to strike.

The next thing you know, she's landing on top of you, hard, sitting down on your shoulders, her strong bronze thighs pressing on either side of your head, your face buried in her crotch. You fall down backwards, under the weight, but she’s still holding you tight between her legs, smothering you.

As you lie there, unable to see, gasping and struggling, she continues to sit on you, and you feel the draft on your upper body as her wings once again start to beat.

You see light once again, as she starts to rise, her muscular legs releasing you, letting your head drop to the ground.

“Get up!” she orders you, as she circles around you. “Now!”

Taking deep breaths, you get to your knees, and then to your feet, and then she’s landed on your back, her legs wrapped around your stomach, her feet pushing against your testicles, but this time you don’t fall, as her beating wings pull you up with her, higher and higher, up to the ceiling, looking down at the other super-dommes.

“This is where I help you escape,” she tells you, “but Saturn Girl’s probably erased that word from your vocabulary.”

The other super-dommes look up at you, but they seem helpless as Dawnstar flies away at speed, carrying you away from them, down a long corridor, and towards freedom.

“Just a few defences to get past,” says Dawnstar, as whips emerge from the walls, the sound of their cracks filling the air, while Dawnstar zig zags in the air, trying to evade them. You feel one of the lashes tearing at your skin, but then Dawnstar is past them, her costume torn in several places, revealing even more tanned flesh.

After the whips, it’s chains, descending from the ceiling, but Dawnstar’s too quick, ducking beneath them, and flying out, high into the blue sky, a futuristic city below.

Then, she swoops down, straight towards the tallest building on the landscape.

“Out of the frying pan,” she says, swinging her legs back, as she approaches the building. “And into the fire...”

Her legs swing forwards, releasing you, leaving you flying through the air, straight towards a large glass window.

You smash through it, shattering it, and roll across the ground, broken glass pushing against your flesh. Dawnstar follows straight behind, her boots kicking into your stomach as she lands
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You bend over double in pain, as you writhe on the floor, looking up at Dawnstar in her torn costume. Quickly you realise that she’s not looking back at you.

Your head turns, looking in the direction she’s looking, and you see a large four-poster bed, and then you see someone rising from the bed, a sexy blonde, clad in red panties and a blue bra.

“Mistress Kara,” Dawnstar says, “I’ve brought you a present.”