Spelunking
Tiny Powers and Super Powered Women
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
venividivici45
While you briefly considered your first plan, you decided that too much could go wrong. The last thing you wanted was to risk undoing all your progress on a 'maybe.' So you resigned yourself to the rough climb ahead of you, turned so that your back was pressed firmly into the boob above you, planted your feet on the boob below you, and began to slowly crabwalk to the right, and towards freedom.
It was painfully slow going, making sure you always had firm footing, in complete darkness, moving between breaths, as a combination of your sweat, and your captors, streamed over your body, all the while your ears assaulted by a combination of bassy heartbeats behind you, the quiet, sticky squelch of your hands and feet impacting sweaty flesh, and the horrendously wet snoring coming from above you, loud as thunder.
Every few steps, as you inched along the narrow path, one of your hands or feet would fail to find purchase, and you would have to pause, carefully trying to maneuver yourself past the spot in the narrow window of time you had available between breaths.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you could feel the narrow gap of cleavage beginning to widen. You were nearly there! And not a moment too soon either, as you could feel the 'landscape' beginning to shift again. Wild-eyed, panting like a racehorse, and abandoning all sense of caution, you desperately leapt what you hoped was the remaining distance, praying that you would impact upon the bed, and not more of the seemingly endless plateau of flesh. With your heart in your throat, you sailed through the air, before-
THUMP!
You hit the soft, spongy surface of the bed, your slicked-up body sliding briefly along the sheet, before coming to a stop. You hauled yourself to to your feet, slicked back your sweat soaked, grungy hair, and in the dim light of the alarm clock, saw Power Girl laid out on the bed like an enormous beached leviathan. You felt such a wondrous relief flood every inch of your body, and before you could stop yourself, you cried out in joy, "YES!"
Realizing your mistake, you froze , hands clamped over your mouth, staring at the sleeping heroine like a deer frozen in headlights. Praying that her super hearing didn't pick up your cry.
It was painfully slow going, making sure you always had firm footing, in complete darkness, moving between breaths, as a combination of your sweat, and your captors, streamed over your body, all the while your ears assaulted by a combination of bassy heartbeats behind you, the quiet, sticky squelch of your hands and feet impacting sweaty flesh, and the horrendously wet snoring coming from above you, loud as thunder.
Every few steps, as you inched along the narrow path, one of your hands or feet would fail to find purchase, and you would have to pause, carefully trying to maneuver yourself past the spot in the narrow window of time you had available between breaths.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you could feel the narrow gap of cleavage beginning to widen. You were nearly there! And not a moment too soon either, as you could feel the 'landscape' beginning to shift again. Wild-eyed, panting like a racehorse, and abandoning all sense of caution, you desperately leapt what you hoped was the remaining distance, praying that you would impact upon the bed, and not more of the seemingly endless plateau of flesh. With your heart in your throat, you sailed through the air, before-
THUMP!
You hit the soft, spongy surface of the bed, your slicked-up body sliding briefly along the sheet, before coming to a stop. You hauled yourself to to your feet, slicked back your sweat soaked, grungy hair, and in the dim light of the alarm clock, saw Power Girl laid out on the bed like an enormous beached leviathan. You felt such a wondrous relief flood every inch of your body, and before you could stop yourself, you cried out in joy, "YES!"
Realizing your mistake, you froze , hands clamped over your mouth, staring at the sleeping heroine like a deer frozen in headlights. Praying that her super hearing didn't pick up your cry.
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