Chapter 2 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
To those who liked this story:
It is not finished yet, we intend to make an ilustrated version of the tale. Of course, for this we would need artists, drawers, colorers and anyone with talent and good will to help us, 'cleaning' images, turning sketchs into final art or in whatever way you are willing to help us.