Your Quarters

You wouldn’t see Wonder Woman again for the rest of the night. Tina ushered the hero out of the lab with a towel in hand and she disappeared into some kind of elevator. The Doctor then lead you through the various living spaces and amenities, not so much giving you a tour as she was pointing things out on the way to where you would sleep.

It was a small sort of cabin, a bed cantilevered to the wall and a small desk and chair opposite. It reminded you of a bunk in a submarine or something.

Dr McGee pointed to a set of linen and what looked like white scrubs on the chair.

“I’ll organise for some more clothes for you tomorrow, you can wear these for now,” she said, obviously praying for your loose bathrobe to stay tied together.

“I usually sleep in the nude,” you told her, although that piece of information didn’t seem like something she wanted to have once you gave it to her.

“I’ll get you some more clothes tomorrow,” she repeated, then gave you a small wave, said good night and that she would see you in the morning, and then she was gone. After you were certain she had gotten out of earshot you jumped up onto your bed and cheered for yourself. The hopping celebration testing out the solidity of the bunk and the reverb of the metal walls. You thought you might have been too excited to sleep but after the draining day like that you had you were out like a light before you knew it.

***

You had a small alcove in the corner of your room with a washing basin and mirror and a set of high quality toiletries. The JLA didn’t skimp on the essentials it seemed, even the plain white shirt and pants you were given were extremely comfortable. You noted however that no underwear had been provided.

Breakfast was a simple affair of a nice selection of fruits and a tall glass of water (having removed coffee from your routine a while ago). This healthy start was your usual breakfast in fact, your diet practically vegetarian most of the time, and you did this for the benefit of your patients. They often complimented you on how great your cum tasted but it was hard to be sure with how the addiction worked. In any case, this morning’s plate was all expertly prepared by the Guardian robots you located in a small dining area. It had a view into space, which you enjoyed, though the only way you knew it was morning when you awoke was thanks to the clock next to your bed. There was another clock on the wall in this dining hall.

It was 7:21 am when you were done and you saw no signs of Dr McGee. Figuring she was in her lab you made your way there, still shuffling along the floor in the slippers you had been teleported here with.

She wasn’t in the main lab so you ventured deeper and into the dosage room, let in by the Guardians at the doors. You saw Tina slumped over a console, head in her arms, fast asleep. She must have dozed off while studying the data from last night, best you could tell from the screens that were still on. She had also taken off her labcoat, folded neatly onto a chair next to her, so you were treated to a better view of her figure. She wore a sleeveless purple top, loose around the front but the size of her hanging breasts still stretched the fabric from this angle. Her pencil skirt had ridden up a little, those long model legs tantalising bared… You tilted your head curiously. They were bare, her pale flesh tone stark under the lab lights. You could’ve sworn she was wearing black stocking or something last night, so had she changed? Her shoes were off too, you noticed, so maybe she had just removed them for comfort. Then you spotted something sticking out of one of the long pockets of her labcoat.. Something pink and lacy. You were about to bend down to take a closer look when Tina began to stir.