Miss Fantastic burst through the door. The hardened steel crumbled easily beneath her superhuman muscles, but even if it hadn't a burst of energy from her hands would have done the job. As soon as she cleared the door of the warehouse, she took flight and hovered ten feet above the air. This tended to frighten the lesser henchman. It might have made her an easy target for a gun, but most bullets bounced off her without leaving so much as a bruise. She added a little glow, pulling from her internal cosmic energies to wrap herself in a glowing aura of orange light. Intimidation was half the battle.
Sadly, there was no one to intimidate. The warehouse was empty, aside from a few abandoned forklifts. There was even no sign of the hostages, much less the self-proclaimed Doctor Superior. Miss Fantastic had never heard of him before, but hours prior he had announced that he had abducted a busload of people and was going to kill them unless his demands were met. It had taken a shockingly short amount of time to find him. Miss Fantastic did not expect Doctor Superior to be one of the greater threats that she had faced. Doubly so for his lack of henchmen.
Miss Fantastic reminded herself not to underestimate her enemy. She could be walking into a trap. She knew very little about Doctor Superior, any potential powers he might be hiding, or any potential technology he may have invented. It was good to keep her eyes open.
She drifted across the air through the warehouse, her eyes scanning rapidly. Another set of doors was on the opposite wall. Miss Fantastic dropped down and opened one slowly, more cautiously than last time.
She recognized the faces of the hostages. They were sitting around a tab. Miss Fantastic saw no ropes, chains, or bindings of any kind. In fact, the group of 20 people seemed to be laughing and eating a big fast food meal.
Miss Fantastic pushed the door open wider and stepped into the room. The sash around her waist blew gently in the air conditioning.
One of the hostages looked in her direction, grinned, and exclaimed, "Oh hey! The hero is here. We're saved."
Another hostage lifted a half-eaten cheeseburger and shouted, "Hooray! Can we finish eating first?"
"Yeah," another hostage said. "Can you come back later? We're having a good time."
Miss Fantastic frowned, not sure what to say. Normally the hostages were frightened and thrilled to see her. Now, she might as well be the police come to shut down the party. Were they drugged?
"Where is Doctor Superior?" Miss Fantastic said sternly.
"Oh, he's up there," one hostage said, pointing up a metal staircase to a foreman's office. "Go on in!"
Miss Fantastic, happy to see the hostages unharmed, stepped past them. Something wasn't right, but her priority was still subduing the villain. She walked up the staircase, bracing for an assault from any angle. Gingerly, she pushed open the door to the office.
Doctor Superior was standing in the foreman's office. He looked very similar to the video he had sent the police. His goatee was trimmed and neat. His hair was slicked back. He even wore the ridiculous purple cape, with the large collar.
What was different, however, was that Doctor Superior was not wearing anything below the waist. Miss Fantastic was shocked to see the Doctor's dick, fully erect and out for the world to see. Doctor Superior even stood with his hands on his hips, as if posing proudly.
Miss Fantastic blinked. Her eyes flickered up to Doctor Superior's face, then down to his hard dick, then back to his face, and again to his hard dick. Doctor Superior smiled, politely watching the heroine gather her composure.
"Doctor... uh... Doctor Superior, I presume," Miss Fantastic said, trying to sound imposing despite the obvious elephant in the room. "It's the end of the line. I've... ummm... what are you doing?"
"Well I was about to masturbate," Doctor Superior said simply. He gestured down to his erect dick. "Obviously."
Miss Fantastic's eyes followed his hand gesture, landing again on his dick. She glanced away, then glanced back, afraid of a sudden move or trap.
"Well... can you put it away?" Miss Fantastic said simply.
"Does it make you uncomfortable?" Doctor Superior asked with an innocent voice.
"Yes, yes it does!" Miss Fantastic exclaimed.
"Well certainly I'll put it away, then," Doctor Superior said. He bent down and pulled up the pants pooled around his feet. Miss Fantastic watched for any sudden movements, ready to hit him with an energy blast if the need arose. The Doctor made no such movements, however. He simply pulled up his pants, buckled his belt, and then dropped his hands back to his side. Miss Fantastic tried not to notice the still-present dick visible through the fabric of the pants.
"It's ironic that you showed up, actually," Doctor Superior observed. "I was just thinking about you."
Miss Fantastic tried to not read into the implications of the statement. She was her to save innocent people.
"The jig is up," Miss Fantastic said, mustering authority in her voice. "You're going away for a long time." She added some glow from her cosmic energy, just to show him she meant business.
"Okay," Doctor Superior shrugged. He extended his wrists out, palms up, as if presenting them for handcuffs.
"I don't buy it," Miss Fantastic said, eyeing him warily. "You're not giving up that easily."
"No, I am actually," Doctor Superior shrugged. "I'm obviously outmatched. You're more powerful than I am and I won't win a fight. I was hoping you wouldn't find me until after... oh... maybe five minutes more or so, but you're here now, so let's get it over with."
Miss Fantastic stepped forward warily, waiting for the reveal of a hidden panel or the sudden leap for a weapon. Doctor Superior waited patiently, his hands still extended. Finally, Miss Fantastic reached out and pressed a gloved hand against Doctor Superior's wrist. She willed the cosmic energy from within her and glowing orange energy swirled around Doctor Superior's arms, forming binds.
Miss Fantastic reached up to an earpiece and pressed it. "Commissioner? Send your boys in. Doctor Superior has been captured. The hostages are safe."
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The commissioner and Miss Fantastic watched as the officers placed Doctor Superior into the SWAT van. He had been thoroughly searched for weapons and securely bound with supposedly-power-proof manacles. He had put up no fight at any point.
"I don't like it," Miss Fantastic muttered. "That was far too easy." Her gloved fists sat on the hips of her black leotard as her sash flowed heroically in the breeze.
"I'll take an easy day any day," the commissioner said with a shrug. "The villain is captured, the hostages are saved, and nobody got hurt."
"Can we call them hostages?" Miss Fantastic asked. "They barely wanted to leave at all."
"I don't understand that," the commissioner conceded. "We'd have some doctors look at them. Perhaps drugs were used or some sort of magic. You never know with these supervillains. But they're safe now and the villain is gone." He smiled at the heroine. "Don't make a good day into a bad one by looking too hard at it. You did good work. You saved the day. Go... I don't know... do whatever it is you do to relax or reward yourself."
Miss Fantastic nodded, thanked the commissioner, and then took to the skies. She did a lap or two around the city, just to be sure no one was following her back to her hidden apartment.
As she flew, Miss Fantastic thought again about Doctor Superior standing with his dick out. It was a shocking visual, of course, but the more that Miss Fantastic got used to it, the more she found that it wasn't a terrible thing. All guys masturbated, of course. Miss Fantastic had simply walked in when he thought he had a moment of privacy. How many girlfriends, mothers, or friends had similar stories about walking in on a man at an awkward moment? This was actually inevitable, Miss Fantastic realized. If it wasn't her and this particular villain, it would have been another pairing. Still, maybe Miss Fantastic wouldn't mention it to anyone, lest it become an ongoing joke among her super-friends.
In a strange way, it even made Miss Fantastic relate a little to her foe. The commissioner had mentioned doing whatever it was that made her unwind. Miss Fantastic had a vibrator in her nightstand to help her unwind. Apparently her foe was also keen to unwind in the same sort of way. He was still a villain, of course, who threatened the lives of 20 innocent individuals, but it would be a disservice to herself as a hero not to recognize the humanity in her enemies. In fact, it was a little funny when you thought about it.
Satisfied that she wasn't being following, Miss Fantastic let the cosmic energy glow die down and dropped down to the roof of her apartment building. She changed into the clothes that she kept stashed there, then descended down to her apartment.
So much thinking about masturbating had gotten into Miss Fantastic's head. She went for her nightstand, removed the vibrator, and slipped off the pants she had donned just a moment before.
The vibrator was heftier than most commercial vibrators. Her ultra-dense skin meant she needed a higher sensation, so she had commissioned--very privately, of course--an industrial-strength vibrator. She often hovered as she got herself off, just so the vibrations didn't reverberate into the floor and shake the building apart.
She stuffed the vibrator into her panties, lifted off the ground, and turned it on. The quakes echoed across her body, pounding pleasure into her clit. She found that she was already very wet and very ready. As fun as the masturbating was, she found that she lacked a specific focus. Ordinarily, she got off by imagining tender caresses and passionate lovemaking. If she was feeling especially horny, she might summon the memories of her city-quaking passionate sex with her ex-boyfriend, Goliath. But now, as much as the vibrator pleased her, she couldn't seem to latch onto the thought to carry her pleasure into orgasm.
After ten minutes, the need was building up inside her, but she was no closer to getting off.
