Realizing that wasn't getting her much of anywhere, Megaton still grinning madly down at her, Powers leaned into her dunking, grabbing the hole in the wall she was pressed through and shooting a kick into Megaton's knee and making her lose her footing.

Powers spent a moment rising to gasp for air when Megaton grabbed at her aching knee joint, then turned and grabbed the edges of the kitchen sink, ripping up the sink and its entire counter space before turning and swinging it as a crude club, smashing Megaton across the face and sending her tumbling through the alley and into the streets. Civilians and cars sped and swerved away from the action, Powers catching her breath a moment before rushing after her, wet hair whipping behind her.

Megaton was rising dazed from the streets when Powers came sprinting after her. She leapt up and braced a foot on the overgrown she-beast?s thigh and a knee on her breasts, supported by the villain?s bulk as she started to swing away with a barrage of punches to the face. Megaton?s head whipped back and forth. There were no bruises or blood showing on her inpenetrable skin, but the winces and grunts of pain told Powers her amplified bombardment was doing a number on her all the same.

Megaton reached up when she got used to the shocks of pain, throwing up her arms to grab Powers by the shoulders. She yanked on her arms, pulling straight out to stretch the limbs outward.

?If I can?t beat you to shit, I?ll tear you to pieces!? fumed the villainess, pupils changing visibly changing size as her chemical-ridden brain was going more and more berserk as the possibility of loss entered the recesses of her mind. Powers screamed out as her arms felt ready to come out of her sockets, thrashing and writhing a bit to try and dislodge herself. When that failed, she thought fast and swung her legs up, using Megaton?s grip like parallel bars to hook her thighs around Megaton?s neck. She twisted and flung Megaton off balance, tumbling into a truck and banging her head on the door.

Powers rushed after her while she was leaned up against the truck, dragging herself up by it. That was how it appeared, at the time, she?d tell herself. Really, Megaton wasn?t grabbing support, but a weapon. She let out a giant snarl and swung her hips, digging her fingers into the tanker truck and smashing Powers across the face with it. It shattered at the impact, hurling Powers away and utterly soaked.

The stink gave it away quickly. ?A beer truck,? she groaned in her dazed and battered brain as she laid out on the sidewalk sticky and wet. ?Wait til I have to explain this to mom?? She barely got a hand on the pavement to push herself up when Megaton was already back on her, discarding the remains of the vehicle. When she stood up on shaky legs, there was a sound of tearing wood. She looked up to see Megaton wielding an entire telephone poll, swinging it like a club to smash Powers cross the face. Spit flew from her mouth, stumbling to one side awkwardly. She struck again, thrusting it forward to ram Powers in the belly. She huffed and doubled up, wet ass sticking out under her skirt. Worse still, her legs spread out to let her balance in this awkward stance, and Megaton lowered her giant weapon before swinging it upward. Powers? eyes went wide and her mouth hung open in a pathetically silent squeak, choking as the telephone pole swung like a rising hammer into her teen pussy.

She fell to the ground paralyzed in pain as Megaton threw her weapon aside and stood over her, raising a booted foot and smashing it down onto Powers? guts before one more between Powers? legs for good measure.

A high shriek left the heroine as she spasmed under her pussy stomp, Megaton?s teeth bared in a wild grin. ?That?s what I like to hear! Scream, blondy! Tell me how much it hurts!? She grinded her heel into her, Powers fearing even her barrier wouldn?t hold up to stop her pelvis from being crushed between her foot and the sidewalk. Powers threw desperate kicked up at Megaton?s thighs and legs, even landing a pussy shot of her own in her desperation, but adrenaline and super skin let her grin and bear it, even as it stung Megaton?s own tenderized body as her powers seemed near their own limits.

?See? Not all of us are such lightweights. Now let?s see if I can?t pop that little hero cherry of yours? and the REST of you while I?m at it!!? Megaton raised her boot for another curb stomp that would turn any other human into an indistinguishable blood stain. Powers felt her life flash before her eyes, mind racing between prayers, tactics, and regrets in wardrobe as her skirt and soaked panties did not allow much for fans to imagine.

But a few panicking brain cells collided. Her cunt could be hurt even under the barrier when it was hit hard enough. She couldn?t hit with enough power to match Megaton?s raw power or endurance, but?

She didn?t have time to check the meter on her gauntlets, just throwing up an arm and grabbing hold of Megaton?s crotch. The villainess hesitated a split second before trying to continue, only for the gloves to glow and give a freshly recharged explosion of kinetic energy. The last blast to the pussy had Megaton howl in pain just before flying backward and through an entire office building before landing on the ground, holding her smoking crotch that was seared down to her underwear. Powers distantly wondered what it was about super underwear that never burned or blew off, but she ignored it for now as she limped after her.

Megaton still squirmed and groaned, rubbing her burned and aching thighs and cringing weakly. She felt her hair pulled, yanking her into a sitting position so Powers could kneel behind her and wrap an arm around her throat. ?Can suck up all the bullets you want, chunky,? she huffed, arching her back to pull the hold harder and mash her boobs into Megaton?s shoulderblades. ?But even us supers gotta breathe.?

The brutish woman gurgled and grabbed at her with her big ape hands, but couldn?t get the power or leverage to do a thing beyond pull Powers? hair. Powers felt her struggle for a few minutes before even her super lungs gave out, going limp and drooling messily over Powers? arm.

?Gross,? she grunted, standing up and staggering back as police finally dared to approach. ?Take em away. She?s harmless, for a while.? She knew about Prometheus Island, the place off the coast where they had special gear to contain all sorts of super villains. It worked great, and it had to, because Powers shuddered to think of the sorts that could get loose if it failed.

?Thank a lot, Idol,? one of the officers said, and Powers had to blush and smile back.

?Thanks,? she sighed, starting to walk off before he spoke up.

?Don?t mind me sayin? so, you?re a real hero, ma?am,? he said with a charming smile. ?They all say Major Muscles is a sellout, and Magnum Man?s a nut ball, and Righteous is a good doll but she?s kinda preachy? But you, you?re a real favorite down at the force.?

She was bright red now, shuffling her feet. ?Well?. Thanks. That kinda means a lot to me?? Better than Major Muscles? She had to wonder how she stacked up to the other female heroes like Amazonian and She-Beast, but she felt sure he counted them too.

She gave them a proud little salute before walking off, not too quickly in case they had more compliments for her. It was all the same for the cops, because in her mind-numbing soreness and exhaustion, she didn?t notice the tear in her skirt from all the beatings it took, and that the beer-soaked panties were wedged right up her ass crack for all to see as they watched her go.

?Like I says,? the cop smiled and shook his head, tucking that mental photograph away for later. ?A real favorite.?