"Get off of her this instant!" A commanding female voice echoed from above their heads. Who was this costumed heroine that had arrived to seemingly save the day?
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Firestar had been on normal patrol with her colleagues and 'Superfriends' Iceman and Spiderman when suddenly they had mysteriously headed into thin air. Shocked, she had immediately headed for the capital, hopeful that one of the JLA, Fantastic Four, or SHIELD may be able to figure out what had happened to them. But where once she had flown easily and at considerable speed; now she found her velocity substantially reduced, and the effort of staying aloft completely exhausting; she was glad to see the familiar buildings of the city so she could set down and rest...
But then she heard the scream. Firestar may have been on the point of exhaustion, and desperately concerned for the sake of Pete and Bobby, but she was a heroine, and could not allow a cry for help to go unheeded. Trying to shake off her uncertainties, she hovered over the the unrequited coupling beneath her and issued her stern warning.
But as the evil eyes of Dagger's assailant peered upwards, he was less than terrified. Flying she may be, but clearly she was in no better condition than the so-called Superheroine impaled on the end of his cock. Easily recognisable as Firestar, her lustrous red hair seemed to grown even longer and more luxuriant. The yellow skin of her jumpsuit had always fitted her curves like a second skin, but now it looked simply painted on - without the benefit of a second coat for thickness. Without a single inch of her body being uncovered, so translucent and tautly stretched was the fabric that everything meaningful was on full display.
And what curves she now had! Her fuller than full breasts strained like yoked oxen under the thin fabric, bouncing freely with her every breath; clearly her revised costume did not see the provision of appropriate support a priority. Her buttocks were tauter than ever, proudly uptilted and frankly longing to be spanked. Her pussy lips had inadvertently swelled to invite closer attention. And the fabric strained over a gusset so microscopically thin that her scarlet tufts poked out into fresh air.
"Did you hear me!?" she yelped, incredulous that he was gawping at her stupidly rather than obeying her. "Get off of her before I make you pay for it!"
He paused a moment; "Try it, Slut"; and proceeded to fuck Dagger even more vigourously.
And an outraged Firestar swung into action.
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