Note: I'm glad the first introduction to our lewd little heroine and the smutty world was enjoyed! I hope everyone continues to enjoy these stories!
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Power Bust, Chapter 2
The echo of heels clicking on marble scattered down the hall as Power Bust slowly made her way outside of the bank. Outside, the air was fresh and the sun bright, and she stood at the entrance of the bank, watching as Lightning Rod was escorted into the back of a van to be taken away. Happy with her work, Power Bust stood there, arms folded under her ample breasts which helped push them up even more. She grinned, licking her lips and making sure they were cleaned from her quick battle.
"Another job well done," a low, deep voice called out to the famous heroine. Richard Jones, one of the two leaders of the Sex Task Force, made his way up the stairs towards Cynthia. He was a tall man, standing taller than even Power Bust in her heels, but was graced with thick, hard muscle. His head was shaved bald, but his sharp jawline housed an attractive stubble. His dark, ebony skin glowed in the sun, and the uniform for the Task Force made sure to highlight his best assets; large biceps, strong legs, a built chest, a firm ass, and an impressive bulge.
"Thanks Captain," Power Bust said with a grin.
"You'd think by now he'd give up," called out Sharron Stone, the second leader of the Task Force and partner to Richard. She was equally as stunning. Her long black hair shined and seemed to always hang around her small figure. She was about the same height as Cynthia, but proven to be a woman of a quick, decisive nature. Like a tiger on the prowl, Sharron could be dangerous. The Asian bombshell was the perfect partner to her ebony counterpart.
"That's what I told him," Power Bust giggled.
"Well, we're happy we've got you fighting in our corner," Sharron added. "You take care of these superpowered fuckers, and Dick and I will keep the rest of the streets clean."
After a few more minutes of discussion, it was time to Power Bust to make her leave and returned to her civilian form.
The next several days were normal for Cynthia, filled with work and exercise. Occasionally she'd heard on the news about a petty crime or two, but nothing Power Bust needed to get involved with. That was, until she was running late at night alone through a park when she heard desperate screams. Wasting no time, Cynthia transformed into Power Bust and rushed over as quickly as she could.
"Please Mistress! Let me cum!!" A poor woman begged, writhing on the ground. The woman's running attire was torn and she fingered herself roughly, only to have her hand whipped away right before her orgasm. Above the poor citizen stood a large woman.
Her head seemed fully covered in latex, the only parts seemed free of it where the high pony at the top of her head, and the full, red lips spread wide in a smirk.
The black leather corset she wore made sure to give her the tightest hourglass figure, holding in her ample bosom and round cheeks, threatening to spill out of the attire.
The villainess was already tall in nature, and yet her 8 inch platform leather heels made sure she towered over both Power Bust and her enemies. She laughed as he denied the victim the pleasure of an orgasm but stopped as she spotted our heroine. The whip in the villain's hand seemed to unwrap itself from the victims wrist before she clipped it back onto her waist. Freed from her torture, the runner fingered herself finally to finish, passing out almost instantly from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Hold it right there villain! Who do you think you are?" demanded Power Bust, hovering in the air a little bit to be on eye level with the villain. Even though it appeared her eyes were covered, Power Bust got the feeling the villain could see perfectly fine.
"Me? Oh, I'm the Mistress. And you, my silly little slut, are going to be my new toy. Unlike this poor citizen her, I'll be sure you're overwhelmed with pleasure," she grinned.