Chapter 2
Interviewing the President
The small twin-engine plane rumbled through the hot, dusty African sky as
it made its way to Muambe City, the capitol of Zanwamba. Crammed inside it were
a dozen reporters, all eager to get an interview with the leader of the tiny
country, Maxwell Carter Jubawan.
With the aid and training of his father, Donavan Carter, Maxwell had been
able to band together the many tribes of Zanwamba and overthrow the racist hold
of the white minority that controlled the country. To the people of Zanwamba,
Maxwell was their George Washington and was respected and worshipped almost like
a god.
But, because of Donavan's involvement in the revolution, there were those
who were suspicious of the new regime and what its goals were. Two of those who
had their doubts were aboard the tiny airplane as Capital City came into
view.
"There's got to be an easier way to get into the country than this," Power
Girl commented, irritated by the heat of the desert sun as beads of sweat rolled
down her face while she looked out one of the plane's windows.
"What's wrong now? We can't just charge into Maxwell's palace and demand to
know what's going on and how to heal Kal," Wonder Woman replied just loud enough
so that only Kara could hear over the drone of the plane's turboprops, once
again getting annoyed by her partner's whining. Diana respected her blonde
friend; she was a woman who had the spirit and power to be her equal, but her
bad temper was a little too tiresome sometimes!
"We don't even look like reporters. Look around. All the other women are no
taller than 5' 8” and have breasts no larger than a C cup. Look at us. You have
to admit we stick out like sore thumbs." Wonder Woman stood at 6' 2” and Power
Girl was just an inch shorter, though she made up for the height difference with
the sheer size of her chest. She had a very large 38F, and Diana's breasts were
38DD. Much bigger than the real reporters, and even seated in the plane their
heads were above all the others.
"We've been over this before, Kara. This was the easiest way to get to the
President. This press conference is our only way in. I thought you wanted to
help Superman."
"I do, but..." Kara felt some embarrassment. Diana was the only person in
the world she thought of as her equal, both as a heroine and a champion of
womanhood, a symbol of what every female should try to be.
"Okay then. This conversation is over. Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll like
big breasted women." Diana laughed, shaking her head.
"Lucky? How can that be lucky?" Kara was exasperated, but caught Diana's
wink and her joking mood, noticing that her friend was picking on her, and gave
Diana a smile, blushing lightly.
"I know Maxwell's probably a creep, but you may have to turn on your
feminine wile. Please don't beat him until it's time to." They both smiled at
this; the bond between the heroines was strong and true, and even with such
different personalities they were true friends.
"I know, I know. How do you know he's behind Superman's illness, anyway? It
could just be someone at LexCorp. Trying to get revenge on
him."
"That's precisely why I know he's involved. In his younger days Donavan
Carter was a mercenary and a spy, and is even still a very smart man. He was
able to build a fortune through gun running and a handful of other illicit
operations. Now most of his money comes from LexCorp, who deals exclusively with
him in this region. It was his money that helped finance his son's little war.
My guess is that neither Maxwell nor Donavan care about the country, just their
wealth and power."
"So how did they get to Kal then?"
"With some help."
"From whom?"
"Naala Jubawan. His mother. Long ago she was a pupil of Circe and became a
very powerful sorceress. Before the start of the revolution, an agent of the old
Zanwamba regime was sent to kill her and supposedly succeeded; nobody had seen
her alive since." Wonder Woman stopped to drink from a water bottle. Power Girl
was interested, and listened with care; this looked like a mission briefing to
the blonde powerhouse! "But I saw her half hidden in a small picture taken by
LexCorp personnel during the volcano eruption. I know her from some years ago,
when I confronted Circe and her minions. From everything I know, short of Circe
herself being responsible, Naala is the only one strong enough to put Superman
in such a precarious situation with the volcano. Oh, we'll have to talk later.
We're here."
The small airplane touched down on a dusty and grassy runway at a rundown
airport. As the plane came to a stop and the twelve reporters departed, they
were greeted by six hummers, each with an armed man standing at its
side.
With her khaki pants and white linen shirt, its long sleeves rolled up to
her elbows, stretched to the limits by her exquisitely shaped and voluptuous
body, Kara watched as Diana came down the short steps out of the plane. Already
her feet were itching in her mid-calf white socks and ankle high light brown
boots, and while she knew this fit the image most thought of as a female
reporter in this environment, Kara felt a bit envious of her companion. Diana
looked a bit more like a tourist than a reporter in the blue explorer shorts and
red tank top that molded itself to the Amazon's massive globes. The red socks
and matching Nike sneakers she wore HAD to have been more comfortable than her
leather boots. Each of the women grabbed their bags and then looked around to
gauge the situation.
There were two very different kind of troops there. Most were using
traditional army uniforms and AK47 rifles, but some of the soldiers were armed
with state of the art combat equipment and wore a badge showing the stylized
image of a golden lion head.
The most unusual thing was that, even with their high tech battle gear and
modern weaponry, every one of them was using some kind of tribal badge, some
amulets, headbands, etc. Each soldier had some personal touch to his
uniform.
Another thing that drew attention was that each one was also carrying a
weird kind of long knife, almost the size of a small sword, with blades that
sprouted everywhere, making it quite a difficult weapon to use. But granting
that there was an edge on each side, it could likely easily hit an opponent.
They were led by a tall and powerfully built black man, who was obviously in
charge, ordering the security personnel and soldiers alike.
"See, Kara, they're using mongwangas, African throwing knives. I have been
trained in the use of such weapons on Themyscira, and each one must be of a
different ethnicity by the many kinds of tribal badges around," Diana said to a
quite disinterested Power Girl. "But who is that man?" asked Diana, basically
thinking to herself, noticing the officer's hard stare and the way everyone
obeyed him eagerly.
"That is Zumbih Jumbawan," answered an old reporter from a cable news
network, who was checking her equipment and baggage. "He's the leader of the
Golden Pride, this country's elite troops," she continued, noticing that both
Diana and Kara had awakened from their lethargic state and were paying attention
to her now. "He is considered the second greatest combat hero of the revolution,
second only to the President himself, who, by the way is his cousin by his
mother's side. I interviewed him once, nice guy. Educated, speaks good English,
too; most of the people around here don't. By the way, my name it
Kate."
Pleased to meet you, Kate," said Diana, shacking her hand. "I'm Diana and
this is Kara." The older woman looked at the two Amazonian beauties and smiled.
They were in long khaki trousers and white blouses, and Diana's hair was pulled
into a ponytail. Both were too heavily dressed for this hot climate, and only
their super human bodies prevented them from suffering dehydration effects. Even
so, they were sweating profusely and it showed on their
clothes.
"I guess you two are the ones most likely to get an exclusive interview
with the president...his love for young beauties is
legendary!"
Power Girl's white blouse was glued to her body, accenting every voluptuous
curve of her massive mounds. Even with the utilitarian heavy bra it looked
fantastic; she just made an annoyed face as she heard it. Diana giggled lightly;
she was more practically and lightly dressed in her red tank top, but she knew
that the stretchiness of the top made her DD-cup hooters appear to stand out
proudly from her chest. The upper edge of the tank top was only just over her
aureolae, exposing an exquisite view of her cleavage.
The revolution hero, Zumbih, got some important radio call and summoned a
small task force, swiftly leaving the area. Diana observed everything and took
mental notes of the weapons and tactical organization of the soldiers. They were
well trained, the Golden Pride forces were very disciplined and always
alert.
All the reporters finally had their baggage and gear, and were escorted to
the vehicles. The two heroines saw six armed men fighting each other over who
would escort them to the palace. Wonder Woman watched in amusement and Power
Girl in annoyance at their juvenile behavior before one of the men emerged
"victorious" and greeted them.
"Our great leader Maxwell Jubawan greets you with honor and difficulty and
welcomes you to our small country. I am Manu, and I will be your escort to his
palace." He spoke in a surprisingly good English.
"We thank you for this opportunity to interview your great leader," Diana
replied, as Manu took her and Kara's bags and loaded them into the
hummer.
"Thank you," Power Girl politely said with a smile, as Manu held the door
for both of them to get in. "If I may ask, why the hummer and machine gun?" she
asked as the vehicle took off down the dirty road with the others not far
behind.
"There are some supporters of the old government who still haven't taken to
the idea of the free democracy that President Jubawan desires, and are
constantly trying to engage the country in guerilla warfare."
"Shouldn't the plane have landed closer to the palace then?" Diana
asked.
"The airport of the city was destroyed in the revolution, like many things
around here," he answered with a certain sadness. "But don't worry, to be honest
with you two the guerillas are hardly a threat this near to the capital, and the
drive isn't but thirty minutes. Our leader just wants to make sure his guests
are treated as well as possible and kept in as safe an environment as possible,"
he said as they entered the vehicle. "And, as you must have noticed, the special
forces have gone ahead to scout a suspected sighting of old regime terrorists in
the countryside; our travel is completely safe now."
"That's excellent to hear," Kara said.
"That's the only way he'd have it." Manu smiled, sneaking a peek in the
rearview mirror at Power Girl's chest that seemed like it was on the verge of
busting out of her shirt. He enjoyed the view for the remainder of the drive.
Then, as they neared the palace, he spoke up. "During your stay you will each
have your own guest room in the palace with your private bathroom as well. Once
I drop you off at the palace you will have an hour to clean up and do whatever
it is you have to do to get ready for the interview. Tomorrow you will visit an
exhibition the President has prepared, and will watch a video that explains his
visions for the future. Here we are," he said as the hummer stopped at the front
steps of the palace. "If you ever have any questions during your stay, feel free
to ask one of the palace staff. If you're lucky enough to catch President
Jubawan while he's checking on things, feel free to ask him as well. He'd be
more than willing to answer your questions." Manu smiled and
licked his lips as he didn't even try to hide the fact that he was
staring at both superheroines' magnificent bodies as they got out of the
vehicle.
"I wonder if they're all leeches like he is," Kara said,
irritated.
"I'm sure they are," Diana answered, worried that Kara would lose her
temper and blow their cover if a guy did anything more serious than peeking at
her cleavage from a rearview mirror.
"You know, Diana, I hate when they look at me as if I was some kind of
exotic meat. It's even worse when they can't take their eyes from my cleavage!"
Kara continued, obviously annoyed, her legendary bad temper already at work! "My
only comfort is that they will never have the chance to even see what they lust
so much for!"
"I know how you feel Kara, you're not the only buxom girl around! You just
have to play nice until we find out what we need to know," Diana responded, as
the two of them walked up the palace steps and past two more armed men who
guarded the palace doors. She could feel them staring at their asses as they
walked by.
****
The 'whatever it is you have to do to get ready' that Manu had mentioned
involved a brief but satisfying hot bubble bath for each of the heroines,
followed by a change into much nicer clothes. Diana selected a deep red,
short sleeved buttoned silk blouse and a dark blue, almost knee length skirt.
She slipped her feet into a pair of red high heeled sandals which had
intertwining laces that tied off just below her knees; she smiled, thinking how
much the sandals resembled those she had worn as part of her costume many years
earlier. Kara chose a yellow, long sleeved cotton blouse and a white faux
leather skirt that most would call a mini. She, too, selected sandals, but hers
were white and had low heels and single straps that buckled over her ankles.
Both had their hair hanging loosely after a quick blow dry.
The interview took place in a large dining hall. It hadn't dawned on either
Wonder Woman or Power Girl until just then, but all of the reporters who had
been invited were women. Only half of the room was used, with three tables set
up seating four reporters apiece. There was a stage at the end of the room with
a large mural of Maxwell holding a baby painted on it. On the stage was a fancy
podium with several chairs set up behind it. Off to the side was the switch
board that controlled the room's audio system.
Diana and Kara made idle chit chat with the other two ladies at their table
while the staff looked to be preparing for the night's dinner. About fifteen
minutes after the reporters sat down, Maxwell came out, dressed formally but not
as far as a tux in just a pair of black dress slacks and an open necked white
shirt and a jacket going with the pants, followed by an
entourage.
Besides Max, there was his father Donavan Carter and his mother Naala
Jubawan, on her first public appearance in a long time. His dad was the most
casual of the group in a short sleeved khaki shirt and khaki slacks, while his
mother was in traditional African matriarchal tribal finery, colorful almost to
the point of being gaudy. They sat down in two of the chairs that sat behind the
podium. Next to Naala sat two attractive, green-eyed red headed women, equal in
every aspect. They were of only average height, but made up for that with
identical faces that could belong to cover girls and figures that were enticing
if not as fetching as the heroines'. They were in obviously identical sleeveless
and cleavage baring scarlet mini dresses with matching ankle high boots with
flat heels on their feet. The twins certainly seemed out of place to Wonder
Woman and Power Girl, but if the rumors of the President's lust for women was
only half-true, their appearance in a small, hot African country
was understandable.
"They must be whores," Kara sneered, looking at the redheads. One of them
caught her looking at them, and shot Kara a glance back. She quickly looked
away. Then there was Maxwell Jubawan himself. Aside from the fact that he was a
rather tall and well-built man, standing at seven feet tall, he was a fairly
average looking man, but his charisma and ease of bedding women was
legendary.
Their interview was slow and rather boring, though Maxwell was able to act
like he enjoyed being there. Most of the questions were about the current state
of the country and its many problems, the guerillas among them. Though they were
concerned with human well being, Diana and Kara had no concern at the moment
about Zanwamba's problems. Their main concern was connecting Maxwell to
Superman's illness, and getting a cure.
When it was their turn, Power Girl stood up to ask her questions. "I'm
honored and privileged to finally be able to meet you, President Jubawan," Kara
lied. "Everyone knows of Superman's recent exploits here when he saved the
LexCorp excavation team and the site. But as everyone may not know, he's taken a
bit ill recently since returning to Metropolis, feeling at times cold and
confused. Has anyone else on the excavation team or near the volcano during the
blast taken ill?"
"I've heard of his illness and send my condolences, however, I've yet to
receive any reports of illness due to volcanic exposure on that day." When the
President fixed his gaze on Kara he nearly gasped; her fantastic body was a
pleasant surprise for him. "The people of this country are thankful for his
heroism and very timely help, but we don't think the cause of his illness is
connected to his small adventure here."
"I have a question," Wonder Woman interrupted, standing from her chair.
"Though a minority, there are those who say your new regime is no better than
the previous one and you're only doing this because of power and greed and not
for freedom as you've claimed. How do you respond to that?"
"The people saying those things are the remnants of the previous, racist
government. They're the cause of the guerilla acts going on that required your
safe escort here." His eyes again were getting wide as he saw the perfect form
of the Amazonian princess. "As for my reasons for starting the revolution, all
I'm going to say is, ask the people. They're much happier with the government
I've brought in and, though still small, the improvements and advances I've
created for Zanwamba are more spectacular than anything any of the previous
regimes have ever done. Any more questions?" His eyes changed a little; the
President was nearly frowning, but hiding it as he tried to keep smiling and
talking in his perfect English.
"No, thank you, Mr. President," Diana said with a fake smile as she
straightened her skirt and sat down.
"Does anyone else have any questions?" There was a murmur, then a
collective no from the dozen reporters. "Excellent, then. Feel free to walk
around the palace as you please, except for the restricted areas of course, and
meet back here in three hours for dinner. "It will be a festive occasion
tonight!"
*****
During the interview Maxwell had obviously taken notice of the two tall,
voluptuous ladies. They had the Amazonian look to them that he desired in women,
and they had extremely large breasts as well. Those were his two favorite traits
in a woman. However, as he continued to stare at their curvy bodies, something a
bit odd struck him about them. That day, though the head on his dick was
overpowering the one on his head, he quickly called the twins over. "Natasha,
Nicole, I need you to do something for me."
"Yes?" the twins replied simultaneously.
"Something odd has struck me about those two," Maxwell said, pointing at
Diana and Kara who were now the only two reporters left in the dining room.
"Find out what you can about them, and report back to me
immediately."
"Yes, sir!"
Natasha and Nicole quickly left the dining room and, when the two heroines
looked up from each other, they noticed they were now alone with the President
and an occasional staff member that walked in to set up for dinner. The
President smiled widely and started walking toward them.
*****
"Oh, God," Power Girl quietly moaned. "Look at him. He's a walking, talking
penis. I can feel it on him."
"So can I," Wonder Woman whispered, "but remember, play nice until we
leave. Superman's life is at stake here."
"I know, I know. I will, but I'm not fucking anyone."
"Nobody's asking you to, Kara. Not yet, anyway..."
"What do you mean, 'Not Yet'?" Kara looked with an unbelieving face at the
woman she respected so much, smiling when she noticed she was
smiling.
"I was joking, forget I said anything." Both giggled for a second like two
schoolgirls. "Now, shh! Here he comes." Both Amazonian beauties turned to him
with big smiles on their faces. "Mr. President, it's so good to finally meet
you," Diana grinned, working her womanly charm.
"Thank you for coming to Zanwamba, ladies," the President said with his
perfect English.
"I'm much obliged and privileged as well," Kara added, faintly
smiling.
"I'm just glad everyone could make it here," he said with a concerned face.
"With the recent flare up of guerilla activity I was expecting someone to
cancel."
"Well, it's going to take more than a few angry old timers to scare us from
such a fantastic opportunity. Isn't it?" Kara continued in feigned respect. This
was an interesting game after all, and playing it with Diana at her side made
Kara more confident. Knowing that she had her friend by her side was very
reassuring to the powerful blonde who had little experience in social
fencing.
"Indeed. Such a noble and honorable man and..." Diana stopped momentarily,
feeling something in the air. Power Girl looked at her slightly confused, then
felt it too.
"And such a charming and charismatic man, too," Kara finished, feeling a
bit excited, even horny, to be in Maxwell's presence.
"Please excuse my ignorance, ladies, but I don't seem to remember your
names." Maxwell smiled again, feeling the pheromones leap from his body like he
knew they would. He moved between Wonder Woman and Power Girl and his hands
swiftly went to their hips; both heroines wanted to complain about him
manhandling them, but decided to play this game a little
longer.
"Oh, the official photographer, let's take a picture for the news..." he
said, positioning himself even closer to them as the photographer prepared his
camera.
Power Girl had an annoyed look on her face, more at her own body betraying
her with this weird horniness than at the fact that the President's hands were
sliding down! Diana also felt this movement, first to the small of their backs
and then taking hold of each of their asses, squeezing them softly through the
skirts they were wearing. The man with the camera took an awful long time to
finally take the picture while the President groped their
butts.
"It is we who should apologize then," Diana said, finally moving away from
him as the flash hit them. "We failed to give our names at the interview, we
were so eager to talk to you. I am Diana, and this is Kara."
"I'm glad you two are here, Diana and Kara," Max replied happily as he
courageously brought his hands to the shoulders of Wonder Woman and Power Girl.
"This country needs healing and love, and we do need the world to see it as it
is now...not the dangerous and violent land it used to be."
"We're here to help you in every way we can, Mr. President," Diana said
nearly moaning, noticing Kara was quiet, but was biting her lower lip and making
a weird face. They were alone now, the dining room was empty and
silent.
"I thank you two, I'm counting on you helping me with this need..." He
smiled and ran the back of his fingers down their shoulders, stopping at their
impressive mounds. Both women were surprised, but failed to make any move
against his. Surprisingly, he turned his hands and cupped their hooters, giving
them a squeeze through their blouses.
Anger flared inside of Kara as the President's hand fondled her tits. She
reached back to hit him, but the sudden horniness that surged through her body
and Diana's insistence on playing nice convinced her to let him have his way for
the time being. Wonder Woman was just as surprised at Maxwell's straight
forwardness, but she found the rumors about him to be true. He was charismatic,
and she was finding it hard to resist him, try as she might.
"I look forward to seeing you two at dinner tonight," Max said as his hands
returned to his sides and he started to walk off. "I'm having a party tomorrow
after the exhibition and viewing of the film, and I want both of you to
come."
"We'd be delighted to attend," Diana and Kara replied simultaneously, still
stunned from his presence.
Maxwell quickly walked down the hall to his private quarters as his pants
started to tent up from his swelling hard-on. He was convinced now that, at the
party tomorrow, with a little food and a little drink, both big-busted babes
would be rolling in bed with him tomorrow night.
*****
It wasn't until after the President left that Wonder Woman and Power Girl
returned to their senses.
"What just happened? Did you feel that?" Kara asked,
surprised.
"It must be true, then," Diana said, as if in a daydream.
"What's true?" asked the now more surprised Kara, trying to hide her own
excitement.
"The stories of Maxwell Jubawan's charisma and ability to charm women into
doing whatever it is he wants. For a moment there it was as if I wanted to sleep
with him," Diana said, shaking her head in disappointment at her ease in nearly
falling for Max.
"You must be more careful, then," Kara replied. "This might be tougher than
we both thought."
"I must be careful? I saw the way you looked at him, the way your body
shivered when he grabbed your tit," Diana jokingly said while elbowing her
friend lightly on the side.
"He's not that good Diana," Kara quickly said, defending herself. "I let
myself get caught off guard." Both women laughed at it, their bond of friendship
turning this embarrassing situation into a small, private joke. "He's still a
power hungry bastard who knows nothing about women, except what his dick tells
him. Any woman with half a brain can see he's only out to fuck them. Those two
redheads at the interview are probably his tramps."
"You mean us?" Wonder Woman and Power Girl quickly turned around to see the
twins standing behind them.
There was a momentary awkward silence, before Diana spoke to break the ice
and try to smooth things over. "You must forgive Kara, she's still suffering
from jetlag."
"Yes, my apologies. I took a nap but am still a bit
tired."
"That's quite all right," one of the twins answered.
"We get mistaken for that more often than not," the other
continued.
"But the truth is, I've never slept with him and she only once. Hi, I'm
Natasha."
"And I'm Nicole."
"I'm Diana, and like I said, this is Kara. If you don't mind me asking,
what exactly is it that you two do around here?"
"We are security and protocol specialists," Natasha replied. "It's
something that we've been doing for several years now; we used to work with rich
European industrials and bankers, but President Jubawan gave us a chance to work
for his government, so he hired us on as part of his security council. It is
quite more dangerous, but also much more lucrative."
"Part of what we do is help to develop security protocols to keep Zanwamba
VIPs and even its citizens safe," Nicole added. "From the little we've seen of
you, we think that perhaps your reasons for being here aren't exactly
honest."
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Power Girl scowled,
insulted.
"Calm down, Kara, it's their job to be suspicious of strangers, but we've
given them no reason not to trust us, right?" Diana said, trying to calm down
Kara.
"My apologies if I've insulted you, but many people including myself were
against the President gathering the reporters," Nicole said.
"Your suspicions aren't completely unfounded," Diana continued. "We didn't
say anything with the other reporters around, because we didn't want to create a
panic that an epidemic might break out...but a friend of ours recently visited
the area before the volcanic eruption and he, too, has contracted whatever
strange illness it is that Superman has. We were just hoping to maybe get
President Jubawan's permission to search around the volcano for clues to the
illness and talk to his top scientists who have been studying
this."
"I'll be honest with you," Natasha said grimly. "Getting near the volcano
is going to nearly impossible. Our President has quarantined the whole area, and
it is off limits until he feels it's safe. Even the site that was being
excavated is closed. The volcano has not 'calmed down' yet."
"So much for getting help for Kal," Kara mumbled, inadvertently revealing
the name of their friend.
"All is not lost yet," Diana quickly said, elbowing Power Girl. "Perhaps
the scientists have made some advances on the cause of the
illness."
"Maybe, it's not our jobs to work on the information agencies, we just
prevent terrorists and other old regime remnants from bombing or shooting
officials, ministers and the people." They giggled to this lightly. "But, by
what I saw in his eyes, there is one other thing that might help you in getting
President Jubawan to let you search the volcano and the surrounding area if
you're desperate enough..." Nicole said, trailing off at the
end.
"Oh? What exactly would that be?" Kara asked, already knowing the
answer.
"While our leader is great and everyone appreciates everything he's done
for Zanwamba, he does have one weakness...one BIG weakness," Natasha
said.
"His lust and desire to sleep with women?" Wonder Woman asked, rolling her
eyes.
"Yes, and more specifically, powerfully built women with large
breasts...just like yourselves. You don't have to sleep with him necessarily!"
Natasha added, when she saw Kara's face of disgust, "...but show a little bit of
yourself off...work your feminine charms..."
"But trust us," Nicole added, "if he wants to sleep with you he will. There
has never been a woman he hasn't been able to get into his bed. He is so
sexy...so hot...so well built..."
"So sexy..." Power Girl repeated as if in a dream. Diana just looked at the
redhead's bright green eyes and agreed.
"Like I said, I've only slept with him once," Nicole continued, "but to
have his hands all over my body, squeezing my breasts, my thighs, my ass...oh,
God, that's a night I'll never forget. There's just something about him that
exudes throughout the air..."
Diana was quiet and paying attention, her nipples were so hard they hurt.
Kara's mouth was even repeating lightly Nicole's words, her pussy all wet just
to imagine the scenes.
The redhead smiled in satisfaction as she told her hot tale. "It is
something that surrounds him that just forces you to drop all your walls and
give in to him. He fucked me good that night..." Nicole trailed off in an
apparent state of fantasy, most likely reliving her one night with Max. She
began to moan softly, her tongue circling her lips.
"NICOLE!" Natasha shouted, shaking her. "Sorry, you two, she gets like this
every once in a while."
"Wha...what happened?" Power Girl asked, awaking from her own
daydream.
"Nicole was talking about the President and went into her fantasy
again."
"I did? Oh, I'm so sorry!" Nicole giggled with a naughty look on her
face.
"Don't worry about it. We've got things to do, and Diana and Kara should
probably get ready for dinner. Right, girls?" Natasha said cheerfully. "And
don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to help your friend...Carl, isn't
it?"
"Uh, yeah...right..." they mumbled, not really paying attention to Natasha
or Nicole.
Wonder Woman and Power Girl were too busy thinking about Maxwell and what
he did to them earlier. Natasha and Nicole smiled to each other, quietly walking
away as they watched the two heroines become red and flush, never even realizing
the twins were gone, leaving them alone in the room.
Diana's body heat burned inside and her nipples and cuntal lips ached for
pleasure. Kara wasn't faring too well, either. She was on her knees on the
floor, and her hand was snaking its way down her unzipped skirt. Wonder Woman
and Power Girl looked at each other momentarily as if to ask for help. Suddenly
a loud crash was heard nearby, snapping both heroines back to reality. With his
jaw open, a palace employee had dropped a group of stacked chairs when he walked
into the dining room and saw Diana and Kara in a state of frenzy. They both
quickly composed themselves, red-faced and embarrassed, and quickly darted from
the room.
*****
"Looks like they bought it," Nicole said, kissing Natasha on the cheek as
they left the dining room.
"Yes, and our suspicions have panned out true. Max will be excited to know
this." Natasha and Nicole locked lips, kissing each other. They became overly
excited each and every time they did things for Maxwell that led to the
weakening of a person.
And those two were much more strong willed than any other woman or tribal
leader they had met in the last months! The twins had to use all their power to
implant even those minor suggestions...finally they had a challenge worthy of
their abilities...they smiled in glee, eager for the next
steps.
*****
"Oh, Mr. President! Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!" the anonymous staff worker
screamed, as Maxwell bent her over his desk in his private office and fucked her
hard from behind.
Beads of sweat ran down the woman's naked body, her tits violently shaking
in the air as Max rammed her hard. His large, ten-inch dick pushed and pushed
further and harder into her pussy, spreading her lips wide. This was by far the
largest prick the woman had ever had inside of her, and now her body ached and
shook violently from the intense pleasure and pain. She was very near
orgasm.
Horny and lusting for Diana and Kara, Maxwell had brought a random palace
employee into his office in an attempt to release some of his bodily pressure,
but he failed. The woman was too small and normal to give him any kind of
pleasure and he quickly became bored, failing to orgasm before she did. Panting
and sweating, the woman looked confused as the President pulled his member out
of her. He looked at the cute young girl, she was barely 5'6 and her breasts,
even being nice C-cups, were too small for his tastes now. All he could think
about were the two tall, strong and busty reporters...he needed
them!
"What's wrong? Aren't you going to fuck me until you come?" she
asked.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm bored of you. Guards!"
Two armed men opened the door of the office from the outside and dragged
the woman out as she pouted. Maxwell started to redress, this time putting on
his military uniform. There was something comforting to him about wearing those
particular clothes. As he finished dressing and sat back down in his chair,
starting to clean up his desk, Natasha and Nicole entered his
office.
"Ah! Good, you've returned. What news do you have for me about those two
reporters?"
"It's just as we suspected. Using their voice prints and the pics we got
from some of the old Soviet files in Karkov's possession, our suspicions were
confirmed. The two reporters you were talking to are Diana Prince and Kara,"
Natasha said.
"Better known as Wonder Woman and Power Girl," Nicole finished. "They think
you're responsible for Superman's condition, and are here to find a cure for
him. Sorry to ask, boss...but, are you?"
"It was not my intention," he giggled a little, "in fact, I don't dislike
Superman, I have nothing against him, but as I learned from Karkov, the
Kryptonite needle left some tiny shreds in his body as it broke, and the spell
that weakened him is what is causing this illness...as far as I know, the new
drug Karkov has just produced, using his white corpuscles to weaken other
metahumans, would in fact help him, strengthening his own immune system since it
is his own DNA there..."
"Then why not just help him?" Natasha asked. "The great question
is..."
"Will he die from it?" Nicole finished.
"I don't know, no one does. But I can't help him without revealing my
secrets to the world...which, of course, I'm not about to do." He looked
seriously at the two mind twisting spies. "Those two superheroines are here to
steal our secrets, let's not let them do that... Take these and show them
paradise," Maxwell said, removing two vials of the Body Resistance Reducer (BRR)
and the Super Aphrodisiac Drug (SAD) and handing one of each to both of the
twins. "I will call off dinner and will instead have it delivered to each of the
reporters' individual rooms. Make sure the chef pours those vials in the dinners
of Diana and Kara, and soon the games will begin."
With a cackle, the twins and Max laughed as their eyes filled with
excitement at the things soon to come.
*****
Linda Steele got the cab to the only acceptable hotel in the city and
entered it as Babs through LexCorp had already made a reservation for the middle
aged consultant. She got all her luggage to her room and tipped the young boy
who carried it handsomely for the local standards.
When she was alone, the slightly overweight woman grabbed the side of her
head and removed the natural looking mask and attached wig. Her clothes came
next, followed by the mass of pliable latex and foam molded to look like a
grossly huge female form, to reveal a perfectly fit body with powerful, muscular
legs below it.
Dinah Lance, Black Canary, was finally free of the annoying disguise. In a
minute she got the com system working and had Oracle
connected.
"Okay, Barbara, how much time until they find out?"
"At least seven days before the LexCorp system discovers the false info I
planted, and maybe a day more before they take any actual action." They had to
do it, the LexCorp personnel working in Zanwamba were the only outsiders who
were not constantly checked by the country's Foreigner
Department.
Seven days, maybe eight. Time enough to do it.
"First things first, I'll try to infiltrate the LexCorp facilities. Let's
see if Superman's old nemesis is not responsible for any part of Kal's
illness..." Oracle said, while Black Canary began to separate the equipment she
would use right away.
End of chapter 2
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