Rise of Dr, Akitomi Ch. 07

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As the small jet landed down in the street before the bank American Dream looked out the window from the co-pilots seat. She could see that the cops had done their job, clearing out the few blocks around the building and removing all the civilians from the area.

"Do we know what powers this supervillain has?" Giantess asked as the jet's engines turned off.

"No," American Dream said as she unbuckled her seatbelt. "The cops claim they weren't even able to spot her, only hear her voice. We DO know the supervillainess is working alone and that she's taken at least six hostages. But she hasn't made any demands. The police think there is something weird going on here, and I agree."

"Ain't she just trying to rob this bank, maybe got scared when the cops showed up?" Southern Bell asked.

"That's what the cops thought at first," American Dream said. "But then she refused to give them any demands once the standoff started, like she didn't want to leave the bank. Almost like..." her voice trailed off and she fell deep in thought for a moment then looked back up at the heroines standing before her. "It's almost like she WANTED a group of superheroines to come and face her. Look, we need to advance with caution once we get in there, understand?"

The four women all said they understood. American Dream held a hand up. "Wait," she said, pointing to Amie. "Not you, you stay in the jet."

"What?" she said, confused. "But... I'm part of the team."

"Yes," American Dream said, the word paining her. "But you aren't any good in a fight. You stay back here and... guard the jet. If one of us gets hurt we'll come back to you. And stay out of sight, I don't want any reporters catching you with another wardrobe malfunction, your tits fell out of your costume three separate times while we flew here."

Amie pouted. "I'm sorry... it's just I haven't expressed any milk in a few days and they just fill up and get bigger and bigger if no one—"

American Dream cut her half. "I know. But I told you not to waste any of your milk. We might need all of it after or during a battle like this. Now sit down and hold tight while the rest of us go take care of this mysterious villainess." She turned and hit the button that opened the door leading out of the jet.

It hissed as it opened, a ramp extending down to the ground below it. American Dream led the way, followed closely by Southern Bell and Giantess. Raccoon Girl followed a little behind, her tail swishing in agitation. She had been quiet during the flight and looked to be deep in thought.

American Dream stopped to talk for a moment with the police, making sure all the information she had was up to date. After she was done she turned back to her team. "Okay ladies, looks like she's in the main lobby, with the hostages tied up behind one of the teller's counters. I say we go in through the front door, take things slow, and think on our feet. We don't really know what to expect since we don't know what her powers are."

Raccoon Girl raised her hand. "Um... maybe I should sneak around the back or come in from above. I'm good at that... that way there is, like, backup or I can sneak attack her if things don't go well with you all."

"Sure," American Dream said, dismissively waving Raccoon Girl off. A moment later she was bounding towards the bank, running on all fours like an animal then leaping at the side of the building and scampering up its side with ease. A moment later she was out of sight and working on infiltrating the building.

Southern Bell leaned in and whispered to American Dream. "You really think that will do any good?"

"No," she whispered back. "Honestly I just wanted her out of our hair. I don't have any faith that she'll be any good in a fight." She spoke a little louder. "Okay, let's show this town what Destiny's Children can do!"

A minute later the three heroines were standing just inside the door leading into the lobby of the bank. They could see the six hostages tied up and sitting on the ground behind the tellers counter but there was no sign of the villainess anywhere. However, there was a thick mist that seemed to be filling the bottom two feet of the room. It hung heavily against the ground, swirling as they walked into it.

"What is up with this stuff?" Southern Bell asked, kicking at the fog. As her leg swung up through the mist it swirled around her leg, momentarily forming into the shape of two ghostly arms. They grabbed her by the ankle and jerked her leg up, sending the young heroine flying backwards. She landed on her back with a heavy groan of pain, the fog blowing away from her heavy fall.

"What the fuck," American Dream said. She took a combat stance, lifting her fists up. "Okay... I don't know what's going on here but—" As she spoke the mist gathered up behind her, swelling up and taking the rough shape of a human form. As arms formed on the figure they seemed to solidify then swung forward and punched American Dream in the back of the head. She too fell towards the ground, the smoke blowing away from her during her fall.

Giantess responded by growing large, doubling then tripling in size. She was left so large that she had to kneel and bend over forward just to fit in the room. "I don't know what's going on," her voice boomed, "but I'm getting the hostages out of here." She reached forward with two massive hands and began lifting the hostages up one at a time, turning around and rolling them out the front door to the cops outside.

As she did this American Dream and Southern Bell scrambled to their feet, pulling in close to Giantess' enlarged legs as they peered suspiciously at the swirling mist around their legs.

"I think the villainess is controlling this mist," Southern Bell said as Giantess scooped up the last of the hostages and tossed him to safety.

"No, I think the mist IS the villainess," American Dream said.

Distant, smoky laughter filled the room. A feminine voice began speaking, wispy and faint and seeming to come from all directions at once. "What a smart deduction," it said. "You must be the leader of this little team of superheroines," it said.

A moment later the smoke seemed to pull in, gathering up before American Dream. As it did so it grew thicker gathering up once again into the rough shape of a woman with glowing red eyes, although where its feet should have been misty smoke still spread out onto the floor around her. The figure was no longer made of smoke, but she wasn't flesh either. Her body seemed to inhabit a gray area somewhere between the two states.

"I'm Misteria," the villainess said, her smoky face shifting strangely as it grew gradually more and more solid. As her features solidified it became clear that Misteria was a tall, thickly curved African-American woman. She had a wicked, cruel grin on her face as she spoke. "No one really knows my name yet, but that's all about to change. When I single handedly defeat THREE superheroines I'll be famous, perhaps famous enough to get the attention of the new big bad in the city: Dr. Akitomi. I've always dreamed of working for someone as successful as him, always wanted to be part of an operation that big."

The superheroines let her monologue, slowly shifting as she did. They'd learn at The Academy to react this way to a villain making a speech. "Let them rant," their instructors had said. "Use that time to reposition yourself, catch your breath if you need to. Most importantly let them blow off some of the energy they might otherwise use in defeating you. And most of all let them reveal their plans to you, they ALWAYS want to brag about them."

American Dream slowly drew closer to the villainess, while Southern Bell moved to the woman's left. Giantess, still massively looming over all of them, shifted where she knelt and began slowly wrapping her enlarged arms around all of them.

Then, just as the villainess seemed to end her speech, American Dream shot forward, sending a superpowered fist flying towards the woman's face. As she did this Southern Bell sent a small, narrow sonic blast at the woman, hoping to knock her off balance as American Dream landed her blow.

Instead Misteria began cackling madly, almost instantaneously turning to back to mist. American Dream's fist flew through the cloud of smoke that was once the villainess' face. She began to tumble forward into the smoky figure only to be hit by Southern Bells sonic blast which sent her flying sideways. Giantess caught her in a massive hand, bellowing "Got you!"

"Ohmygod," Southern Bell said quickly. "I'm so sorry!" As she spoke she began to back away from the swirling cloud of mist moving towards her. "What... what do I do?" she yelled at American Dream, not knowing how to fight an enemy they couldn't hit.

Misteria's laughter filled the room again as her cloudy formed surrounded and enveloped Southern Bell. For a few moments the other heroines were unable to see their teammate through the thick clouds, but they could hear her struggling and screaming. Then the mist pulled back, billowing across the room away from her and revealing Southern Bell standing naked. "She took my costume!" the young heroine yelled, trying to use her hands to cover up her sudden nakedness.

The smoke collected on the far side of the room, quickly coalescing and taking shape again. "And I'm going to do the same to the rest of you stupid sluts," she said with a laugh. "Only then will I defeat you, adding injury to the insult of leaving you dumb sluts naked!"

As she proclaimed her plans a shadowy figure dropped down out of an overhead air vent, landing soundlessly behind her. Raccoon Girl quickly rose up behind the villainess, wasting not a single moment to strike the woman in the back of the head while she was mostly solid.

With a groan of pain Misteria tumbled forward, falling to ground and becoming completely solid. Raccoon Girl followed after her, bringing one of her booted feet up into the woman's gut, kicking the wind out of her. A moment later she lifted an arm up into the air then brought her elbow crashing down onto the back of the woman's head, knocking her unconscious.

"Oh my god," Giantess' boomed, her voice full of shock. "Raccoon Girl just saved the day!"

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Ten minutes later and the team of superheroines were standing outside of the bank talking to the police about what had happened inside. American Dream had made sure that Southern Bell had retrieved her costume and redressed before they left the building just in case a few reporters were outside waiting for them. As she expected there were, and she answered a few questions about the new super team before moving to talk to her teammates in private.

"I'm really proud of you," American Dream said to Raccoon Girl.

"Honestly, you look more surprised than proud, like you didn't actually think I could pull my weight on this team."

"Maybe I didn't," she said. "But I can admit when I'm wrong."

Southern Bell looked angry. "Yeah... I guess it's good you stopped her. I mean, we WOULD have figured something out eventually, but..."

"Psh," Giantess said dismissively, "you were too busy trying to cover up your tits and pussy to think of anything."

Southern Bell started to open her mouth to retort, but American Dream held her hand up silencing them both. "Enough bickering, what's important is that we won and that the police have Misteria in their custody."

As the words left her mouth a medical stretcher was wheeled out of the bank, the unconscious supervillainess strapped to it. The four heroines looked over at her and saw her start to sit up, blinking dumbly as she realized her arms were strapped down to the stretcher.

"Oh no," American Dream said suddenly. "They never put a prisoner collar on her!" A moment later Misteria's body lost form, turning into a cloud of smoke that quickly billowed up into the air and quickly disappeared in the sky above. "Son of a bitch!" American Dream swore.

One of the cops ran up to the team of superheroines. "Ain't you all going to do something?" he asked.

"Like what?" American Dream snarled. "She's not going to be dumb enough to re-solidify anywhere near here." She turned to the man and jabbed an accusatory finger into his chest. "If you morons had remembered to put a prisoner collar on her she wouldn't have been able to get away! It would have stopped her from using her powers!"

The man sputtered for a moment, his face turning red in embarrassment. "But she was unconscious! We're not used to dealing with supers. We didn't think—"

"No, you didn't," she said. "When the mayor hears about this he isn't going to be happy. But it's the boys in blue he's going to be pissed at, not Destiny's Children."

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The Mayor glared angrily at the woman that sat on the other side of his desk. Jenny Baltimore had just finished explaining that she had written a long piece on the corruption that was running rampant in his office, the main piece of evidence being proof that he had given American Dream the financing for her new team of superheroes in exchange for sexual services.

"It really is the perfect time for a story like this," she said. "Everyone is talking about the new team, talking about how the city needs that kind of protection right now since heroines have been going missing. They've even gotten some good press after defeating that villainess who took the hostages in the bank. And it plays right into the narrative of them as the saviors of the city that it was the cops, not them, that let the villainess escape."

"But," she said, holding a finger up, "that narrative would change pretty quickly if the city lost faith in American Dream. And when they find out she only has the job because she agreed to fuck you..." She let the thought trial off, shrugging sadly as she did. "It won't make the new team look good. And it definitely will make YOU look bad. In fact, my guess is it will be the end of your career."

With his face bright red the Mayor began to mumble gruffly at her. "And why come and tell me all of this to my face? Why not just publish the article?"

"You mean THIS article?" she asked, lifting a laptop up and showing him the screen. "You mean this one, right here? The one that will be posted to my paper's web page as soon as I hit the publish button?"

"Yes," he growled, "THAT story. Why come here like this?"

Jenny shrugged. "I guess because I wanted to brag. I never liked you, but you already knew that from my coverage of the last election. You're not a fan of the press, you've made that clear. I guess I just wanted to see the look on your face when you realize a simple reporter has brought your career to a crashing end, all I have to do is push this button."

"IF you push that button," the Mayor said, the anger easing from his face.

"If? How exactly do you plan on stopping me? If you assault me and try to physically stop me this story becomes even big—"

The Mayor leaned back, reaching under his desk and pushing a hidden button as Jenny spoke. A stream of gas sprayed out from the edge of his desk up into her face, causing her to stop talking as she began to choke and cough as she inhaled the gas.

"What did you just—"

"No more talking," the Mayor said, his voice suddenly calm and commanding. "And get your hand away from that laptop."

Jenny's body went rigid, her eyes opening wide in surprise as her mouth shut tight and her hand shot away from the computer.

The Mayor stood up, slowly beginning to walk around the desk towards Jenny. "Tell me, have you ever heard of the drug known on the streets as formula CCP?" he asked her.

She nodded her head yes, terror in her eyes.

"Then you know those that are dosed with it spend a short time in a state of total obedience, following all orders given to them?"

Again she nodded her head yes.

"Turn to face me," he said. She turned towards him. He looked down at her, eying her chest. She was well known for the plain white blouses she wore, their top few buttons undone so all could see her impressive cleavage. Her large breasts, and the fact she rarely wore a bra, had done as much for her career as the stories she wrote. "Take your shirt off," he told her.

He stood and watched the woman undress before him, licking his lips as her large breasts were revealed to him. "You know, people like to joke that you're stacked like a heroine." He chuckled. "Your tits aren't on par with American Dream's, but I don't see how any normal woman's could be. Regardless, their nice to look at. I bet even better to play with." He stepped forward, reaching down and beginning to feel up her breasts.

"You won't get away with this," she blurted out, turning away from his touch with revulsion on her face.

"Oh, won't I? I've used the formula CCP on plenty of people before. Normally city councilors to 'convince' them to vote the way I want. Very illegal, but very much worth the risk. And VERY easy to cover up. See, all I need do is tell them to forget everything I did to them before the gas runs out. The drug is so powerful that telling someone to forget they were gassed with it actually works. I'm going to be able to do whatever I want to you, make you do whatever I want you to do, and then I'll make you forget it all ever happened."

"No," she said in a frightened whisper.

"Yes," he said back, his voice booming with confidence. "And you're going to enjoy every moment of it," he said, his voice making it clear the sentence was a command.

A moment later she began to moan in pleasure, leaning into his hands as he continued to play with her breasts. "Yessssssssss," she hissed. "Yes, I'm going to enjoy it."

"See," he said with a smile, "I'm not all that bad. Although I do want to punish you for what you've done..." He pulled away from her. "Take the rest of your clothes off then get up on my desk." She did as he said, stripping naked then climbing up on his desk. He had her lay face down on it, bending her legs and raising her ass in the air before him.

He started to finger her pussy, making her moan in pleasure. "Good girl. Now grab your laptop. I want you to change that story so it makes me look good. Start rewriting that story now, throw the whole thing out if you have to, but I want it changed and published before you leave this office. And I want you to delete all the evidence you've collected about what happened between American Dream and me."

"Yes sir," she moaned as he continued to finger her. She began typing for a moment then held down the delete key to erase much of her story.

As she did that the Mayor continued fingering her with one hand while he worked on unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out with the other. "Keep working," he said, "but as you do I'm going to give you the punishment you deserve for trying to end my career. Now, it's going to feel good, but through the pleasure I want you to clearly feel the pain and shame it causes you too."

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk, pressing down on her ass and pushing her back end closer to his cock. "Are you going to fuck me," she gasped as she felt him rubbing his cockhead in between her pussy lips.

"Yes," he said grabbing hold of his cock tightly and moving it up through her lips. "But not in your cunt." He moved it to her asshole, then grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart as he began to press into her. "And I don't plan on using any lube," he added.

Jenny Baltimore typed furiously, groaning in pain and pleasure as the Mayor forced his cock into her tightest of holes. "Oh god," she gasped, "I've never had a man fuck me there! It hurts!"

"Keep typing," he barked, slapping her ass then pushing deeper into her. He was entering her with intentional slowness, wanting the bothersome reporter to feel every centimeter of his cock as he filled her ass.