It has been a few weeks since Cynthia's encounter with The Mistress and since then, New Lewd City seemed fairly quiet. There was still some criminal activity, but nothing the Sex Task Force couldn't handle, so Cynthia spent most of her time in a pretty comfy routine. She'd work out before work, spend her day as a civilian at her office, and then come home to some hero training before calling it a night. Unfortunately, the peace couldn't last forever.
She was finishing up her training, an endurance session, when she got an alert. It was awful timing as Cynthia was not only tired, but her tight pink pussy was wet and sore from her two hour endurance session. She had spent the time in various position, having toys and machines try to work her over, testing her limits and trying to force her cum from her, and despite the juices running down her leg, she had endured, a testament to her growing strength. But now, instead of recovering and resting, she was fully changing into Power Bust and flying through the night sky to head to the middle of downtown where the ruckus was.
The scene was chaotic when she arrived. A large perimeter had been set up, barring any civilians from entering. Within, there were Sex Task Force vehicles flipped and slammed against buildings, statues broken, and craters scatter into the roads and ground. Power Bust hovered in the air surveying the destruction when the sound of a loud crash pulled her attention and she flew over to see the cause.
Standing in the middle of a freshly created crater was a new villain, unknown to Power Bust. He wore black combat boots and black, military pants, hiding the threat of his bulge. On his hands he had two bronze gauntlets but otherwise showed off his hard, sculpted body. His smooth, Latino screen rippled with muscle; his abs defined, his shoulders broad, chest thick, and arms big. His head was put together, his thick black hair swept to one side as his sharp jaw housed a thick but short black stubble. As Power Bust drifted closer, a large grin appeared on his face.
"So, you must be Power Bust," he started, purposefully eyeing Cynthia up and down. "I have to say, you do live up to your name. I'm glad you were able to join me tonight," he chuckle, flashing his white teeth. "Now, we both know I'm not going to just lay down and give up, so why don't we cut right to it? Come show Richter what you're capable of," he taunted, crashing his knuckles together and causing the gauntlets to send out a small shockwave was a warning.
"Thought you've never ask," Power Bust replied with a snarl. She punched out her hands, firing two energy beams towards the new, handsome villain. The thick man braced himself, punching out his own hands and using the gauntlets to absorb the attack, but that was only a distraction. Before he even noticed, Power Bust swooped in and tackled the gut, lifting him off the ground to his shock before sending him slamming onto his back with a groan.
"What was that about you not laying down on your back?" she taunted with a grin, quick to rip off his gauntlets and toss them aside. She stood above him, her heel pressed down into his meaty chest and hands glowing with energy again. However, this was a sound of a tear, a loud smack on her ass, and suddenly she was sent tumbling forward before rolling to a stop.
"Did you think it'd be that easy?" Power Bust heard Richter call out as she stood up. Her eyes widen as he stood there, arms folded across his thick chest with this superhuman cock on fully display! The veiny hammer towered proudly in front of him, pulsing with strength as two low hanging balls dangled underneath his earthquake causing cock. He hadn't even bothered trying to retrieve his gauntlets.
