In fact, many of his special drugs were supposed to develop super henchmen or an ultimate weapon to beat Pandora. Barry was unable to understand how a simple busty stripper of the Red Strip District of Mega York, that blonde part-time crime fighter had challenged
and jeopardized unbeaten every criminal gang of the city during the last year. But that was the facts and Barry feared that she could find that lab. Further explanations of his reasons to make what he made would be useless, he know that.
Lost in that thoughts, with the corner of his eye, on one of the screen of a surveillance camera, placed on the lobby of the house, Barry could see with scare as one of his nightmares became true. Pandora had found the house.
He stared her enormous, fake 42HHH boobs, barely covered by a skin-thigh, star-and-spangled bikini, bounced at every careless step that she made into his lair.
Barry knew that his "bodyguards" (in fact, his jailer) were there, ready to eliminate any intruder that dared to approach to the lab (or kill him if he tried to escape), but he also knew that those thugs wouldn't be a trouble for Pandora, because it was
a well-known fact that the busty stripper was bulletproof and able to lift up to 420 lbs.
Seconds later, the black-and-white image from the camera showed that those facts were true. The goons had shot her with their P-90 machine guns with ineffective results. Immediately, Pandora had rushed to them, grabbing them by the neck and pulling their
faces against till her enormous mounds of flesh. In vain, the goons struggled but, a minute later, both of them had fallen unconscious by the double boob-smother of Pandora, the queen of the boob-verse.
With horror, Barry saw as the busty heroine approached to the door that would led her to the lab. He was trapped down there with a dozen of human guinea pigs and a ton of experimental, no-tested drugs. Unless