"Miss Taylor?"

 

Dana looked up from the issue of "Entertainment Weekly" she had been perusing. She smiled when she saw the hulking figure standing in front of her.

 

Captain Justice extended one beefy hand, palm up. Dana took hold of it, and allowed herself to be helped up from the chair she had been sitting on for the past fifteen minutes. She could not help staring at the famous superhero's handsome face. The dimples on his cheeks and the cleft of his jutting chin held her mesmerized.

 

"I'm Captain Justice," he said in his deep voice, as if she might possibly not have recognized him already. "Sorry to keep you waiting -- a little crisis came up that I had to deal with. Follow me, please!"

 

Dana walked behind the massive superhero, enjoying the view of his wide, muscular back and incredible ass. He led her across the cavernous lobby of Superhero Hall West to a double door. The Captain pushed open one of the enormous doors, and held it open for Dana. She smiled sweetly as she passed him. Then she found herself staring in amazement at the room she had just entered.

 

If the lobby was "big", this room qualified as "gigantic". The nerve center of Superhero Hall West, the walls were lined with rows of enormous computer displays, all the way up to the ceiling at least thirty feet above her head. Next to each display she could see a keyboard, but there were no ladders or stairs or walkways providing access to them. Such things were not needed in an office building where nearly all of the tenants could fly, she supposed.

 

"Pretty impressive, isn't it?" Captain Justice said as he watched Dana cast her gaze around the Great Hall. His own gaze was confined to something even more impressive: her incredible body. He looked her up and down, taking in her long, luxuriant brunette hair; her gorgeous face that reminded him of drawings of young Gypsy ladies he had once seen in a storybook, with gorgeous eyes and wonderfully full, kissable lips; her long luscious legs which descended from her short skirt; and most of all her enormous round breasts that her blouse could do nothing to hide. He felt himself grow very hard, and knew that she would see that right away as soon as she looked in the appropriate direction.

 

Oh why, oh why, did she have to be big-breasted?

 

Captain Justice sighed, and then gently took hold of Dana's arm. "This way," he said as he started to walk along a catwalk toward another large door. Dana continued to gaze around the Hall in wonder as she let herself be led next to him. Her huge breasts bounced inside her blouse as she walked, and the Captain could not help stealing glances at them.

 

Together they passed through the door, into a somewhat more normal-looking office hallway lined with doors. They passed several until they came to a door with a gold plaque on it that read:

 

CAPTAIN JUSTICE

 

The Captain pressed his palm against a sensor plate next to the door. A computer voice said, "confirmed: Captain Justice." Then the door quickly slid open, just like the doors in that old "Star Trek" television show Dana used to watch. The Captain extended his massively muscled arm, beckoning her inside. She stepped into his office and stood before a massive oak desk. The Captain closed the door, strode across the room, and sat down in the huge executive chair behind the desk.

 

"Please sit down," he said to her, beckoning toward one of the other chairs by the desk. Dana did so, crossing her luscious legs and clasping her hands together on top of them. Her eyes scanned the walls, which were covered with honors and awards from all over the world.

 

"So, Miss Taylor, er, may I call you Dana?"

 

The beautiful girl blushed and replied, "Mmmm, sure! Okay."

 

The Captain smiled. "Great! And you can call me 'CJ'. Everyone else here does. It's so much easier to say than my full name, don't you agree?"

 

Dana nodded, still blushing.

 

The mighty superhero leaned forward with his elbows on the desk and his fingers touching his lips.

 

"So, Dana, I understand that you want to be a superhero?"

 

She just nodded her head. Now that she was actually here, in this incredible place, she was suddenly finding herself unexpectedly nervous.

 

"Well good!" CJ gave her a wide smile. "We definitely need more superheroes. My goodness, I've seen at least a dozen new villains crawl out from under the rocks..."

 

Dana just stared at him, seemingly transfixed.

 

"But I digress. So, what special abilities do you have?"

 

"Um, well," Dana said modestly, seemingly shrinking into her chair, "I'm really quite strong."

 

"Really?" the Captain asked with genuine interest.

 

"Yes. Um..."

 

She looked around the room, but did not see anything that would help her to demonstrate...

 

"Here, were you looking for something like this?"

 

Captain Justice held a section of steel pipe, about two feet long and two inches thick. Dana beamed at him and nodded vigorously. He held it out to her and she grabbed it. Firmly gripping each end, she effortlessly tied the heavy pipe into a simple knot. The tormented metal shrieked and groaned.

 

The Captain was genuinely impressed, and his expression showed it. Dana smiled sweetly as she laid the twisted hunk of pipe on the desk.

 

"That's very good. Anything else?"

 

Dana held out her hand, and the pipe slowly rose from the desk and floated to it. She returned it to the desk the same way.

 

"Hmmmm, simple teleportation, very good. Can you fly?"

 

She shrugged. "Well, sort of. I can do this..."

 

She stood up, then proceeded to do a cheerleader split, sticking her legs straight out to either side, as she floated in the air.

 

The Captain had to restrain a sudden urge to peak under her skirt. Wow...

 

"I can hover real easy. And I can sort of will myself to drift to somewhere else, if I think about it real hard..."

 

She slowly moved across the room, still floating several feet above the floor with her legs now tucked under her.

 

"But that's it," she continued as she returned to her chair. "I can't zoom across the sky like you. At least not yet!"

 

"Well," he said after a moment of thinking. "You certainly do have the qualifications to join us! I am, er, rather concerned about something, though."

 

Dana looked crestfallen. "What is it?" she asked with a plaintive note to her voice.

 

"Well, hmmmm, how do I talk to you about this? It is a rather sensitive subject. Hmmmm..."

 

Dana clasped her hands on her silky thighs again. Her huge melons were slightly squeezed between her forearms. CJ had to will himself not to stare.

 

"You see, Dana, when you are dealing with many of the villains and monsters we face from time to time, well, hmmm..."

 

She continued to gaze at him with her beautiful eyes. I want to grab her and hold her and kiss her so badly right now...

 

The mighty superhero gave himself a mental slap.

 

"You see, many of these guys, well let's just say a lot of them have what I'd call, er, a serious breast fetish. And the monsters, they have claws or tentacles that they love to use on the most sensitive parts of your body..."

 

Dana suddenly burst into giggles. CJ stopped talking and just watched her giggle. Her chest jiggled wonderfully.

 

"You're worried about my personal safety, right?" she finally said when she stopped giggling.

 

The Captain nodded. "Yes. You are incredibly attractive, and many villains have a particularly strong sexual appetite. They can really be quite, er, perverted and sadistic when, I mean if, they get a hold of you..."

 

The rest of his sentence got stuck in his throat when he saw her start to unbutton her blouse.

 

"Er, Miss Tay-, I mean, Dana, what are you doing?"

 

The young beauty unfastened the last button, then she pulled her blouse open.

 

She had no bra on.

 

The mighty Captain Justice gulped.

 

"Let me show you something. I guess you could call it another one of my 'abilities'."

 

Dana lifted her incredible breasts with her hands. When hanging free they were almost perfectly round globes, but as she started to lift them they flattened out and spread across her hands, completely burying her splayed fingers.

 

She closed her eyes and issued a very erotic sigh.

 

Her breasts started to grow.

 

Bigger and bigger they became, as the Captain watched with amazement (and an aching hard-on in his tights). They grew up and out, massive torpedoes plunging forth from her hands, spilling out and down, reaching the edge of the desk and starting to spread across it. Her nipples grew as well, becoming half an inch, then an inch, then even bigger as they stayed in front of the incredible wave of titflesh, which rolled across the desk toward the dumbstruck Captain. Dana's eyes remained closed and her luscious lips stayed slightly parted as she sighed with obvious pleasure.

 

Her massive melons now covered half of his desk and were in easy reach of his twitching fingers.

 

"Mmmmnnggghhhhh that feels so good," she purred. She opened her eyes and gazed luridly at the Captain.

 

"Do you have a knife? A nice sharp one?"

 

CJ just stared at the expanse of breastflesh on his desk, then he gazed up at her and nodded. He opened a drawer of his desk and brought out a ceremonial dagger that had been presented to him by the ruler of a small Asian country whom he had freed from the evil scheme of Professor Malingo several years ago. He held it out to her, and she floated it across her breasts and took hold of the hilt with one hand.

 

Then, before he had time to realize what she was about to do, she plunged the knife down into one huge spread-out tit, twisted it and dragged its buried blade along the soft flesh.

 

CJ winced and closed his eyes, then carefully opened them again.

 

Dana held the knife up for him to take. There was no blood on it, and no sign of damage to the incredible titflesh that lay before him. The wickedly sharp blade had not penetrated the smooth skin at all.

 

She smiled.

 

"See? Nothing to worry about. I think I can handle those mean nasty villains if they get up to anything, um, dirty. What do you think?"

 

The Captain took the knife in one shaking hand and returned it to its drawer.

 

The wave of flesh was receding now, as her breasts shrank back to their normal (but still wonderfully huge) volleyball size. They were even bigger than his mighty biceps!

 

She did not bother to button her blouse, but just sat there with her incredible mountains pressed between her forearms.

 

The Captain found himself, for the very first time, utterly speechless. He did not know where to go next with this interview. As far as he was concerned, she certainly had his vote for her immediate membership in the League. Her flying skills obviously needed work, but WOW...

 

"Is there anything else you want to ask me?" Dana asked sweetly.

 

"Do you have any plans for the evening?" escaped the Captain's lips before his brain could slam the door on that train of thought.

 

Dana giggled. "Are you serious?"

 

The Captain was actually blushing! Dana could not imagine anything making the mighty Captain Justice blush.

 

"I'm sorry, Dana, I shouldn't have said that. To be honest, I can't think of anything more to ask you at this point. As far as I'm concerned, you're in."

 

Dana clapped her hands together and shrieked with joy.

 

"But you'll have to talk to some of the others too. It takes a majority to vote new members into the League."

 

"Do you think they'll like me?"

 

CJ could not suppress the laughter that suddenly bubbled up. "Oh I can imagine that Ultraman will fall for you, no question. Invisiman too! Hmmm, definitely Thunderclap, Astroman, the Winged Wonder, um, Blaze, Gravityman, oh yes I think you'll be quite eagerly accepted."

 

Dana giggled again. "Those are all men you just mentioned."

 

"Oh don't get me wrong! The ladies will like you too, I think. Bosom Betty might take some winning over, but the others, oh I think you'll do fine."

 

"Mine are bigger than Bosom Betty's, you know," Dana said proudly as she lifted her huge melons again with her lucky hands.

 

"Yes, I think they are, aren't they? She might be just a bit jealous."

 

"Is there anything else?"

 

The Captain really wanted to keep her in his office longer, just so he could continue to gaze upon her delicious body and incredible breasts, but he could think of no further excuses. He was just about to stand up to take her back to the lobby, but she quickly stood up first, her incredible breasts flopping and bouncing.

 

"About those plans, Captain Ju-"

 

"Call me CJ please."

 

"CJ? Yes I do have plans for the evening."

 

Dana walked around the desk and perched on one massive Captain Justice thigh. She held her glorious globes up, letting them spread across her hands, overflowing them. He gazed at them with obvious lust.

 

Then she grabbed his head and pulled it into her chest, mashing her tits all over his face, completely burying it.

 

"This is my plan for the evening," she purred.

 

The Captain did not question, he did not doubt, he did not hesitate. He utterly let go, losing all control, shedding what little inhibition had restrained him up to this point.

 

In the office next door, Thunderclap glanced up when he heard the sounds of crashing and breaking coming from the other side of the wall. Loud moans and yelps followed. He smiled and returned to his seemingly never-ending paperwork.

Dana lay on top of her bed in her small apartment in the wee hours of the morning, but she could not sleep. She stared up at the ceiling, where the slowly turning ceiling fan cast a dim shadow above it in the light of a street lamp outside the window.

 

Her totally naked body would have looked incredibly inviting to anyone who happened to glance in though that window just then. Her huge boobs lay spread out across her chest. Her fingers kept returning to them to caress and fondle the wondrous expanse of soft warm flesh. Her erect nipples received considerable attention from her fingers as well. Then there was her moist pussy...

 

The lovemaking in Captain Justice's office had been incredibly erotic. Sex could be a rather serious problem for a superhero -- once you lost control of yourself and gave into your lust, it was difficult to control your strength or your special abilities. CJ had devoured her huge breasts with savage boob-crazed hunger, sucking on them so hard, mashing tiflesh into his mouth and slurping on it noisily. Dana had ended up on her back on the desk as he sucked and sucked on her mountains of pleasure. Then he had rammed his enormous cock into her helpless wet cunt and the fun really began!

 

Within minutes the desk had become a pile of smashed wood and metal on the floor, with the two of them going at it right in the middle, flinging debris everywhere as he fucked her with incredible delight while kneading and squeezing her huge tits with his big muscular hands. They rolled over and over, fucking on her back, then his back, then floating above the floor, spinning and rolling slowly as they made wonderful, incredible love for hours. She had never experienced anything like that before. Nothing in her lifetime had equaled the incredibly erotic sensations she had felt just a few hours ago.

 

Another problem with superhero lovemaking: there was really no good way to stop it. A guy like Captain Justice could stay hard and keep on pounding his amazing cock into her as long as he wanted, and she could have orgasm after orgasm after orgasm and beg for more. Only the force of their combined willpower, plus the certain knowledge that they would definitely get together again, hopefully VERY soon, allowed them to finally stop what they were doing and let go of each other.

 

Now she was here in her bedroom, but her mind was firmly planted back in CJ's office. She hoped they would not get into too much trouble with the League regarding his smashed furniture.

 

At 6 AM she gave up on trying to get to sleep, got up, and took a shower. Under the hot spray she fingered herself to another orgasm, her big wet boobs flailing as she writhed against the shower wall and moaned loudly.

 

At 7 she was in her little Honda Civic, heading west away from Fresno on her way to the Superhero Hall. The enormous, gleaming glass tower loomed above the grape, cotton and garlic fields that surrounded it. The Hall seemed so out of place here in the middle of the San Joaquin Valley, but the building was so large and occupied so much land that it didn't make sense to build it anywhere else but here, where land was still relatively cheap and plentiful. Besides, the location of the place made little difference to the more powerful superheroes, who could fly across the entire country in less than a minute.

 

There were very few cars in the parking lot – most of the people here did not have to drive. Therefore she was able to find a nice shady spot near the entrance. She entered the enormous lobby and found herself no less impressed by the vaulted architecture today than she had been yesterday.

 

“Can I help you?” asked the elderly lady at the front desk.

 

“Um, yes, I’m new here, um…”

 

“Let’s see what I’ve got here,” the lady said as she typed something on the keyboard in front of her.

 

“You are Dana Taylor?”

 

Dana nodded.

 

The lady pointed to a door quite far in the distance. “Through there and to your right. Your office is number one forty-seven. Place your hand here.” She indicated a sensor pad on the desk. Dana did so, and the lady’s computer beeped.

 

“Okay, your office door is keyed to your palm now. Welcome to the League!” She held out her hand, which Dana clasped and shook.

 

A minute later she stood before the door. Her door. The door to her office. There was no plaque on the door, just the number, but it was her door just the same.

 

Funny thing was, until yesterday she did not even know that superheroes had offices! What do we do here?

 

Dana pressed her hand against the sensor, and the door whooshed open. She entered the office and sat down at her desk.

 

The room was nearly identical in size and layout to CJ’s. The furniture was cheaper though: the desk looked like something from a school library. At least it was plenty big enough.

 

To make wonderful love on…

 

She opened drawer after drawer, finding each one empty. The bookshelves were empty too. The surface of the desk was bare, except for the telephone.

 

Dana stared around the stark room, and wondered, now what?

 

As if it were reading her mind, the phone rang, making Dana practically jump out of her chair. She picked up and said, “hello?”

 

“Dana! I’m glad you’re here! Go on down to the training room. I’ll meet you there.”

 

The sound of Captain Justice’s deep voice made her tingle all over. Her hand went to that sensitive spot between her thighs and rubbed gently.

 

“Mmmnnggghh, okay. Um, where is it?”

 

“Go to the end of the hall, then take the stairway all the way down as far as it goes. You’ll know it when you’re there. See ya!”

 

-click-

 

Dana hung up the phone, stood up, and stretched. She ran her hands up and down her body, which was presently clad in blue jeans and a bulging yellow t-shirt, with a low neckline that showed lots of deep cleavage. Nobody had said anything about a dress code here! And she didn’t have an official costume (or even a superheroine name) yet.

 

Soon she was heading down the stairway, passing at least four floors below ground level before reaching the bottom of the stairwell. The door she faced looked like something from a battleship: it was made completely of steel and looked very thick and heavy. She grabbed the push bar and gave it a shove. Sure enough, she had to really use her strength to get the thing open. Fortunately she had plenty of that to use.

 

She passed through the open doorway into…

 

Darkness.

 

“Hello? Anybody here?”

 

No answer.

 

She stepped several paces into the darkness and heard the whirring sound of an electric motor behind her, followed by the metal door slamming shut behind her with a huge CLANG!

 

This time she did jump, and ended up on her ass on the hard surface. Good thing she was built so tough!

 

Dana got up and looked all around her, feeling a bit annoyed now. What was going on?

 

“Hello?”

 

From somewhere high above her came a long, low chuckle.

 

“Who’s there?”

 

More chuckling issued from above.

 

“CJ, are you there? What’s going on? Where are you?”

 

Suddenly the lights came on, and Dana saw that she was not alone.

 

The room was enormous, stretching in several directions as far as she could see. It must be as long and wide as the entire building, she thought.

 

She stood on a ledge about twelve feet above the room’s floor. It was divided into many partitions by walls that were about eight feet high. It looked like a giant office space full of very large cubicles. Above it all was a maze of ducts and beams and walkways.

 

But what really riveted Dana’s attention were the muscular, evil-looking men who stood all over the room and were now looking up at her.

 

“Who the hell are you guys?”

 

Dana stood on the ledge with her hands on her sexy hips and stared down at the sea of men.

 

From above her came the sinister voice again: “we’re the night cleaning crew, aren’t we, men?”

 

Chuckles wafted up from the hulking brutes below.

 

“Somehow I don’t think you all belong here. I’m going to go let somebody know about this right now…” Dana turned and started toward the huge steel door.

 

“Now I don’t think that would do us much good, would it? Men, shoot her now.”

 

She whirled around again to face the men, and saw many of them lifting submachine guns and aiming them at her.

 

They fired. The din of automatic weapons fire filled the huge room with a deafening roar.

 

A hail of bullets tore through Dana’s t-shirt, instantly ripping it to shreds, blowing it off her body. Her huge breasts danced as bullets impacted against it, flying deep into the soft flesh before bouncing out and impacting the walls or scattering all over the ledge and the floor below. Her blue jeans were severely shredded as well, although they still clung in tatters to her delicious hips and thighs when the shooting finally stopped.

 

“You ruined my clothes, you bastards! Look at this mess!”

 

Every one of the men was definitely looking.

 

Dana was not about to let these goons know it, but she was now as horny as she could ever remember being! The feel of those bullets blasting against her body, especially her naked breasts, and bouncing off had been incredible.

 

It would not have bothered her in the least if they all picked up their guns and started firing again.

 

“Well,” the sinister voice from above said, “I thought you were one of the secretaries, but I see I was wrong. Now what am I going to do about you?”

 

Dana looked all over the confusing maze of metal above the room, but she still could not see the person who was speaking.

 

“There’s nothing you can do about me. Might as well come down from your hidey-hole and give yourself up.” She planted her hands on her hips again and stood confidently at the edge of the platform, ignoring the lascivious stares of the men below.

 

“I must say,” the voice from above continued, “you really are a tasty-looking morsel. I think I will really enjoy sucking on those big fucking tits and fucking your brains out before I kill you.”

 

Dana lifted her big breasts up with her hands and shook them. “Come and get them!” she exclaimed.

 

Again she wondered, where is Captain Justice?

 

Several of the men started climbing a ladder that led from the floor to the end of the ledge she was standing on. When they reached the top and stepped onto the ledge, Dana turned to face them, still holding her melons up with her hands. “Mmmmmngh, you want to play with these?”

 

The two hulking men hesitated. Perhaps it was beginning to dawn on them that perhaps a woman who can survive a hail of machine gun fire just might be a bit much for them to handle. Come on, boys, Dana thought. Don’t spoil my fun now!

 

“Get her!” called down the voice from above.

 

The command, plus their obvious lust, propelled the brutes toward her.

 

Dana dropped her hands to her sides and stood casually. Her breasts thrust out toward them like torpedoes.

 

One of the brutes circled around behind her and thrust his beefy arms under her armpits. She felt his biceps swell as he hooked his arms upward, pinning her back against his bulging chest. Her breasts were pressed together between his massive forearms. She reached up and made a show of trying to pry his arms away from her as she writhed and heaved her body all about.

 

The other man stood in front of her and immediately grabbed her huge quaking breasts. “Fuck, they’re awesome,” he growled as he sank his meaty fingers into them, squeezing and kneading them mercilessly. Dana moaned as the horny man had his way with her massive melons.

 

“Bring her to me!” the sinister voice called down.

 

The man behind her lifted her up and slung her across one shoulder like a big sack of flour. She kicked and screamed and beat on his back, but not too hard. Dana really did not want to escape. She was enjoying this way too much!

 

He carried her back down the ladder (he really is quite strong! she thought with no small amount of sexual excitement), and then he started across the room, with the other men thronging all around. They pawed lustily at her nearly naked body, grabbing at her freely swinging tits. He came to a huge concrete column that went all the way up to the ceiling and started climbing the metal rungs that were fastened to it at regular intervals. When he reached a catwalk he jumped onto it and made his way along the ceiling, frequently ducking under pipes and ducts (although sometimes not ducking low enough to prevent Dana’s head from banging against them, which was starting to really tick her off).

 

At the end of the catwalk was some kind of window-fronted room that protruded out of the wall, looking somewhat like the press box at a stadium. The man entered it and set Dana roughly down on the floor. Other brutes followed them in and stood around her.

 

Dana stood up and folded her arms beneath her breasts. “Well, are you guys ready to get it on now?”

 

The sinister chuckle behind her sent a chill down her back. She turned around slowly, and what she saw made her suck in her breath.

 

The man stood at least seven feet high. His head nearly touched the ceiling of the little room. He was enormously muscular and completely naked. A huge cock hung down from his crotch. It had bony ridges along its very thick shaft. The man had two pairs of arms: one pair in the normal place at the shoulders, and a second pair just below them. The upper pair was folded across his chest, while the lower pair hung down along his massive thighs.

 

His skin was blue-green all over his body, and the bony ridges on his face gave him the look of a demon.

 

Now Dana was starting to feel a little bit nervous.

 

“Leave us,” the huge man-beast rumbled at the men surrounding her and leering at her body.

 

“But boss, we wa-“

 

“LEAVE US.”

 

The brutes filed out of the room and onto the catwalk without any further hesitation.

 

“They must have heard the machine guns, you know,” Dana said. “The people up above. They’ll be coming down to find out what all the noise is about.”

 

“I do not think so,” the man said, pointing up toward the ceiling. “The floor above us is several feet thick, and so are the walls. Nobody heard a thing.”

 

He suddenly lunged forward, spun Dana around so her back was to him, and wrapped his lower pair of arms around her torso. His upper arms embraced her chest, and his fingers sank deep into her huge pleasure pillows. She could feel that incredibly huge cock of his grow hard against her butt.

 

Now her struggles were more sincere, but those massive arms held her tight.

 

“Uuuuunnnggghhhh!” she cried as he dug his clawed fingers even deeper into her tits and started kneading them savagely.

 

She struggled in his powerful grasp and he responded by kneading her boobs even more vigorously and humping his massive cock between her thighs. She felt its bony ridge rasp against the tattered remains of her jeans where they covered her pussy. He forced his cock upward, and the ridge sawed away at the fabric until it tore through and began to rub against her helpless wet pussy lips.

 

Dana let out a loud, long moan.

 

The beast laughed and growled lustily as he had his way with her big soft tits and continued sawing at her cunt with his massive manhood. The entire room, fastened to the wall and ceiling of the bigger room by large bolts into steel girders, started to shake.

 

“Let… Go… Of… Me… You… BEAST!!!”

 

With that last mighty yell, she shoved her elbows outward with all her strength, causing her tormenter to lose his grip on her body and suddenly fly off of her. He smacked hard against the wall. Cracks formed around him in the concrete, and little chunks of it fell down.

 

He stood up and laughed as he flexed his muscles. Then he suddenly ducked his head down and charged at her. The top of his head plowed right into her chest, and together they crashed through the window of the little room, tumbling down to the floor far below.

 

As they hit the ground the man managed to get his arms around her body again, and she kicked and bucked as he got to his feet. She felt him try to ram that monstrous cock of his into her wet cunt, and although some horny part of her mind actually welcomed the possibility of feeling it shove deep into her, the rest of her was growing decidedly fed up with this annoying individual. She knew he was up to no good and was very likely a serious threat to everyone in the building. He had to be stopped NOW.

 

His henchmen formed a circle around them, watching her struggle to free herself from his mighty grasp.

 

Just a few feet away, a door in the concrete wall stood open. It appeared to be nothing more than an equipment closet set into the thick concrete wall, with nothing in it at the moment. An idea came to her. She fervently hoped it would work…

 

She suddenly stopped struggling and ceased all resistance against his lusty pawing and groping.

 

“Unnnggghhh I give up, I can’t stop you. In fact, I want you inside me. But can we do it in there? Do you really want these bozos watching us?”

 

The man glanced over at the closet she was looking at, then at the guys all around. “Ha!” he rumbled. “No doubt you have a trick in mind, my tasty morsel! No, I will have you right here!”

 

His henchmen cheered all around him and moved closer for a better look.

 

Dana’s tormentor sighed, apparently annoyed by their presence. His mind suddenly made up, he dragged her into the closet and pulled the door shut. The lusty men booed and hissed, despite their respect for their leader’s great power.

 

Now he went at her big soft tits and helpless wet cunt with even greater vigor. He mashed her tits all around his ugly demon head and jammed his rock-hard cock against her cunt. Her wet pussy lips parted against the unstoppable onslaught, and his monstrous meat slid into her, each bump of its bony ridge rasping against her protruding clitoris.

 

Dana moaned aloud with the incredibly pleasurable sensations she felt.

 

The man-beast grunted with great satisfaction as he fucked her with incredible strength and mashed tasty titflesh into his mouth to suck on hungrily.

 

She let herself build to a wonderful orgasm. Then, very slowly so he (hopefully) would not notice, she began to make her breasts grow.

 

Breastflesh slid around his head and made contact behind it. Then her twin mountains slowly expanded to fill the space between his head and the nearby walls of the closet. Oblivious to this, he continued to devour her tits, sucking both nipples (which grew bigger right inside his mouth) at the same time.

 

A minute later, his entire head was completely covered by soft, jiggling titflesh. It flowed over his shoulders and squeezed down between their chests.

 

Suddenly he became aware of what was happening, and at that moment she grasped his head in the fiercest bear hug she could manage, putting all of her great strength into it. His powerful arms lashed out, punching great chunks of concrete out of the walls, then punching at her body. His claws dug hard into her titflesh, trying to rip and tear. But he was already weakening, desperate for oxygen. His punches and struggles weakened, and then he sagged down against her.

 

As her breasts returned to their original size, he slumped down against the door. She kicked it open and it flew right off its hinges, knocking down the unfortunate bastard who had been listening on the other side. The great blue-green beast slumped down on the floor, and Dana stepped out, brushing bits of concrete off her delicious chest.

 

The other men gathered around saw this and started to back away.

 

“Anybody else want a piece of me?” she asked defiantly.

 

They looked at their unconscious boss, then at each other, and they shook their heads.

A short time later, Captain Justice and Thunderclap came bursting through the huge steel door (sending it flying off its hinges as well). “Dana? Dana? Are you here? Dana!” CJ called out as they bounded across the ledge and jumped down to the main floor below.

 

They skidded to a halt as they took in the amazing sight in front of him.

 

Dozens of men sat on the floor, their hands and feet tied with pieces of wire. In front of them, the Blue Devil, one of the League’s most troublesome foes, lay unconscious, trussed like a turkey with lengths of very stout pipe. Sitting demurely on top of him, a nearly naked Dana smiled warmly at her new visitors.

 

“What kept you?”

 

An hour later, wearing an extra-extra-large t-shirt given to her by Thunderclap, Dana sat at a long conference table in a glittering room just off the main lobby. Surrounding her were over two dozen superheroes. She felt incredibly awed by their presence, and could barely bring herself to speak when asked about her part in the defense of the Hall.

 

The Blue Demon and the Black Widow had planned a full-scale invasion of Superhero Hall West, and Dana had walked right into one half of it. The other half, led by the beautiful but deadly Black Widow, had been working its way down from the unoccupied top floor after breaking in through the roof. The other superheroes had been dealing with the threat from above, and had not even known about the impending attack from below until one of the captured henchmen had blabbed about it, in spite of the Widow’s withering stare. As soon as he had heard that, Captain Justice had bypassed the normal high-speed tunnels through the building and had jumped right down the elevator shaft, crashing through the cab and ending up at the bottom of the shaft, with his best friend (and fellow superhero) Thunderclap right behind. Worried sick about Dana, CJ had run at dizzying speed, not always stopping to open doors, to the training room at the base of the building.

 

Now much more relaxed after turning over the bad guys (and gal) to the FBI, they sat around the conference table and had a serious discussion about building security.

 

First, of course, as she sat and blushed furiously, Dana had been unanimously voted into the League.

 

Now all she had to do was to come up with a costume and a name.

 

That evening, as she made wild hot love to CJ on a mat in the middle of the training room (with nothing nearby to break), with his incredible cock buried deep inside her and her boobs being hungrily sucked and devoured with breast-crazed delight, the name came to her.