Professor Marvel Heroine Capture Part 1

Professor Marvel leaped spreading her legs wide to clear the gap from building to building while trying to concentrate on a hot lead to the supervillain MasterMind. Not for the first time, she let her thoughts drift back to her outfit and how it was unpractical. That last leap showcased the exact problem of showing her camel toe in the spandex armor. The special armor division had said the flexible armor was beyond expensive to generate from raw earth materials but it just seemed two sizes too small. Their response was it was designed to her specifications. With her 5 foot 11 frame, the one-piece deep V neck pushed out her 36 double tits where her breasts were the first thing a man would see. OK, most of the time, that would be all men would see. The wind lashed past her body as she cleared another building top as she pretended not to see her nipples glaring out of the armor. When the armor wasn’t activated, it collected power by continuous motion. That often meant her boobs and butt would jiggle while in motion but strangely the suit would hold her firm breast in the way that porn stars tits would stick out.

She reminded herself that she should not be ungrateful. Every armor had its flaws. Ice Queen was in the middle of the battle for New York when her entire suit shattered. Strangely, at that exact moment, the battle had come to a complete haul with every camera focusing on her… like they knew what was going to happen. Ice Queen was still recovering even a week later after the battle after her suit malfunction, her next step caused her to trip. Her hands had caught her but her feet remained still which gave every internet boy a super close look at her pussy lips and asshole. Ice Queen could not even leave the battlefield for an hour and still did interviews to her discomfort. Yes, Professor Marvel never wanted to cheap out and have her armor shatter. She just needed to make a big villain bust.

Professor Marvel stalked in the shadows on the rooftop, adjusting her uniform, as a henchman walked out for a smoke. Leaping out, the professor wrapped her legs around the head of the man, driving his mouth firmly into her crouch. This was one of her favorite moves as the guy hit the ground and his arm grasped her firm butt. The henchman moved his head violently trying to get air sending vibrations to Professor Marvel’s core starting at her very excited erogenous zone. Too soon the henchman passed out. The heroine prowled into the building.

Above the warehouse raptor, the heroine scoped out the layout. 10 hired thugs, a daily reviewer female reporter, and a grey-suited fellow that was built more like a linebacker in a red face mask concentrating on a computer. Wait, the villain database stated something about a red hood. Professor Marvel hissed “Master Mind!” She had not read the file on Master Mind very well but there was nothing she could not handle. In a passing thought, the heroine thought she should call in backup but dismissed it as this operation was not exactly authorized by the hero society registry. She was on her own. Professor Marvel leaped down 10 feet away from the desk in a perfect superhero landing but instantly felt a little embarrassed as her butt and boobs kept bouncing way past an appropriate amount of time.