Chapter 1

A line of red and blue light sped through the bright skies of Zanwamba, a small African nation. In the distance, a huge column of fire and dark clouds rose from a raging volcano.

Superman was barely able to appreciate the beauty of the scene as his mind tried to find a way of saving the population of the small city so near this natural danger. Hundreds of workers of the LexCorp excavation team were being evacuated by the authorities.

The Man of Steel used his telescopic vision to scan the area for any tools or equipment that could be put to use. While searching the area he noticed the nation's new president leading the operation in person. The man was a mulatto giant, a former guerilla leader and a very brave man from what Superman saw. A huge excavation machine caught his eyes, and the great hero smiled with satisfaction.

With lightning speed he took the massively huge and resilient shovel from it and flew to the base of the volcano. The rivers of lava were already flowing and he had no time to waste. The super excavation took effort and time. The powerful improvised tool, even being made to extract Promethium base minerals, was quickly being worn off, slabs of hard metal falling from it as Superman created a path for the lava.

Each moment was a challenge; the mighty superhero was almost halfway to the volcano top when he noticed a great blast of lava coming in his direction, the volcano's final and most powerful explosion. He couldn't dodge, he had to finish his work! Closing his eyes by instinct, the last son of Krypton was hit squarely in the face, but the blast ended up covering all of his body. The force of the blast sent him spinning in the direction of the town, and, after his impact with the ground, he slowly rose to look in the volcano's direction.

It worked. The lava was running mainly along the path he created and away from the town. In short seconds a hundred or so enthusiastic engineers, workers, technicians and even military people surrounded him in gratitude.

After a short time shaking hands and smiling to the saved population, he flew away, back to his duties. A little ache in his back told him the volcano blast had been much stronger than he first thought. Also, the speed of the population to reach him amazed the superhero. Somehow, he thought he had landed farther away from the population, but it looked like he landed quite nearer then he intended, which means they had been saved at the last minute!

Already forgetting about the incident, Superman sped toward Metropolis.

President Maxwell Jubawan looked with worry at his mother. The middle aged black woman was slim and in great shape, but she was breathing hard and a trickle of blood fell from her nostrils.

She had used way too much of her energy in the spell she had just cast.

"Have you got it, my son? Were you able to take his blood?" Naala Jubawan asked apprehensively. The sorceress had overstretched her powers, and would require at least a week of complete rest before being able to use any more mystical energy. Creating controlled volcano activity and casting a paralyzing spell, even one so short, on Superman was more than most sorcerers could manage. It was a difficult feat, even for an apprentice of Circe!

"Yes, mother, your effort was not in vain..." he answered, holding her with care. "I got the blood of the mightiest man in the world," he added, showing her a syringe full of blood, a half destroyed green needle on its point.

"Excellent! Now we can begin!" said an old and cruel voice with a strong and strange accent.

"Yes, but I hope it is worth the price, Dr. Karkov," Max answered. The dictator of Zanwamba turned to the thin Russian scientist and handed the precious vial to him. "Deliver me what you promised and you'll be richer than you ever dreamed."

Karkov giggled in glee and looked at the president. Karkov was a tall man, but was dwarfed by Max Jubawan's huge seven foot tall and muscular frame. Due to the incident he was still dressed in military garb, which he actually preferred to the tuxedos he had to wear in formal occasions as 'president'. He had always been a fighter, a guerrilla leader who managed to overthrow the tyrannical government, only to replace it with his own, and was more comfortable when in his battle gear.

"Believe me, Mr. President," Karkov said, smiling, "I'm the one who can do it, and I'll do it! And I'll do it gladly!" Giggling like a child, the old man looked amazed at the vial. "This is the greatest moment of my life! All my years of work and study... I finally have the raw material that always escaped me. Everything is ready, this is just the last piece of the puzzle." Turning away from the president he yelled in pure happiness, "Let's go, Brutus! Come on, my son, we have a lot to do now!"

Max watched the huge, deformed metahuman Brutus, Karkov's first success and the only human being he cared for, follow his adopted father. Even the gigantic president was dwarfed by his hulking body. He knew better than trust the scientist, but he needed the serums; his plans depended on it!

He looked at the destroyed needle. Millions of dollars had been used to acquire this smallish Kryptonite piece from Karkov's former Soviet contacts, but it was worth every cent!

Superman took a massive blow from a claw on his chest. It ripped his normally impervious costume and even left red marks on his nearly indestructible body. Battling Chaos demons from other dimensions filled with weird magic was something the Man of Steel disliked, but when Doctor Fate summoned the three most powerful beings nearby to help him, you couldn't say 'no'.

With a well placed blow, using superspeed and full body strength, he hit back at the twisted shape of the creature, guessing it was its head on the other side of his fist. Even mighty as it was, the Chaos being just said a surprised, "Ouch!" before passing out. With the main menace down, he looked at his battle companions.

Wonder Woman was doing just as well; her Amazonian body moved with great precision while dodging and striking a lithe, eight armed serpent-like Chaos demon. The being was large and fast, but Diana was a well trained and nearly perfect fighter, and was beating it blow by blow.

Superman, still winded, stopped for a moment to watch her as she bent over to escape a tail sweep. Her movement made her shorts ride inside the crack of her full, round butt cheeks. What a perfect pair of legs and wonderful butt!

He tried not to think about it now, but as she changed her guard and moved to the side to strike a series of hard blows to the creature's torso, he couldn't help but watch her big breasts wobbling inside the golden, cleavage exposing bustier as she pounded the beast.

'Wow!' he thought as the spectacle of swaying boobs unfolded in front of him. 'Wonder Woman is a very well chosen name!' he thought lewdly, watching the brunette Amazon. Beads of sweat were falling on his forehead... it was weird! He rarely sweated! He rationalized that it must be some effect of the Chaos magic.

Diana was doing just fine, and embarrassed, he turned to his other battle companion. Power Girl was in front of the portal, taking Chaos demon after Chaos demon as they stepped out of the gate. To her left, Doctor Fate was trying to close the dimensional rift, while the small time magician, who opened it without having any idea of what he was doing, was trembling and babbling in fear on his back, holding the mighty sorcerer's leg.

The Kryptonian again was enthralled by female beauty. He looked at Power Girl with an open mouth. Several minor demons were grabbing the superheroine and trying to bring her down, but she punched and kicked with incredible energy, beating them all to unconsciousness just to be assaulted by new ones who were jumping from the other side of the gate.

Her body moved with strength and grace, but her massive hooters were a lewd spectacle! Superman felt drops of sweat falling on his face again; the place seemed cold, which was very strange, he rarely if ever felt cold! 'It must be the dark magic, ' he rationalized again. Still, his eyes were glued to Power Girl's chest. His mouth dropped even lower as a slim and lightning fast Chaos creature managed to hit Kara.

It had made a go for her head but, as she stepped back, it slashed at her chest. Now the powerful blonde was fighting with her already very revealing costume torn in the chest area. It was ripped to pieces and her bouncing jugs were in open sight. The very large glands had huge aureolas, nearly the same color as her skin, and nipples that were big and hard. It looked like beating enemies turned her on...

Superman finally managed to get out of his voyeur daydreams as another major Chaos demon tried to enter the Earth dimension. Doctor Fate's spells were working and the gate was closing; the third greater demon gave an angry shriek in response and tried a last dash for the Earth world.

Power Girl jumped in front of Dr. Fate to protect him in the last moments he needed. Dozens of tentacles grabbed her body. Dark energy swept to her, and Superman noticed she was half paralyzed. It must have been quite a magic blast! Even he felt it from afar!

In a superfast movement, Superman grabbed Kara while mighty tentacles slid through her legs, waist, breasts, face and arms, draining her life energy with black energy. Superman felt suddenly weak and cold... very cold. The little pain he had been feeling on his back swelled and he nearly released Kara, but with a last effort he used all the energy left in his body to pull her free.

The Man of Steel and Power Girl fell to the ground, panting. Above and straddling Superman was the busty blonde; she tried to get on all fours to stand up, but was so weak her body began to tremble, making the hanging nude tits sway on his face. Her big, hard nipples were brushing against his lips and the Kryptonian couldn't help but start to swell into a huge hard on! Then her arms lost all strength and she fell on him again, burying his face with her impressive mounds.

All the Chaos beings screamed at once, and he heard Fate stopping his incantations. It worked. Kal-El relaxed.

The last things Superman felt before passing out were the soft and warm globes of flesh on his face... he passed out with a silly smile on his face.

Max Jubawan looked at the few vials in front of him. Three. And so small.

Yet they were the result of a combined effort of science and magic. The drug he wanted was there. Powerdrug he called it, so simple... almost poetic.

Karkov's scientific research were leading nowhere just a week ago. Superman's blood was just too powerful, no subject survived the injection of this drug for more than several minutes. But several minutes of greatness and might!

Only with his mother's hexes was the sample weakened enough to be used in human beings, but even so it nearly destroyed the bodies of the subjects. A small price to pay for so much power during the short half hour the drug worked after the combined effort.

Max's own metahuman body was able to withstand the effects without much problem, but no normal human could survive it without much pain and suffering. Only his more resilient special forces elite were being trained in the supersoldier program, and he knew some of them would die in the process, yet all were volunteers, each one wanted to be a superwarrior.

It was the beginning of the fulfillment of his fate. Ever since he had been conducted by his mother to an audience with mighty Circe, he knew he was destined for greatness.

Circe knew it. She saw it! That's why she gave him the Luhlluva spear, the magical artifact of his ancestors, lost for centuries!

With its power and legend he was able to unite the tribes and lead them to his victory. But Circe forced him to the great vow. He would have to give up one thing, the most valuable thing he had, when she asked him. The sorceress never told him what it would be... but she knew he would fulfill his oath.

Maxwell Jubawan was a warrior, born of a warrior line and descendent of kings. He was a leader by nature and proud of the stainless honor of his bloodline. Circe knew that she would ask him to take his own life if she maintained her part of the bargain.

He would never betray his word given in a great vow... yet it bothered him not to know what he would have to give up in a future time.

"So this is the Powerdrug, PD, interesting... expensive!" said his father, interrupting his daydreams. "What are those other two drugs?" asked the middle aged but extremely fit white man.

"This one, father," Max said, holding the second vial, "is BRR - Body Resistance Reductor - it affects even powerful metahumans, and causes their extrahuman resistance to drop to human levels. Since it uses Superman's modified white corpuscles, it can affect even the most powerful of the heroes." He looked at the older man and saw the veteran adventurer looking interested.

"And the other is the improved version of SAD - Super Aphrodisiac Drug - which Karkov had developed with my natural metahuman pheromones... now with a power boost." He then handed him the third vial, smiling wickedly. The older man grinned back maliciously to his son.

Donavan Carter was both his father and trainer in combat arts. An old time mercenary and spy in his youth, he managed by his wits, and more than a few illicit businesses, to amass a fortune and with that managed to become one of the most influential white men in the country in licit business.

In fact, after his son's guerrillas managed to overthrow the racist government of the white minority, he became the most influential man in the nation. Perhaps even more than his son, as LexCorp's contracts always ended up with Donavon's firms.

He was also a hero of the 'revolution' and the way things ended up made him look like a wise counselor to the young president. The truth was, none of them cared about racial issues, all they wanted was power and money!

And it was a great stroke of luck finding a huge vein of rare minerals used in the making of Promethium shortly after the revolution's success. It allowed them to become filthy rich while managing to actually improve the population's life standards.

"Well, my son, I'm not here really to just chat," the experienced man said.

"I already guessed so, you rarely relax, my father! What's the matter now?" Max asked, smiling.

"Things have calmed down, and now there are plenty of reporters arriving to gauge the country's situation. I already arranged for a collective interview with you, but I think we'll need the twins help to get them in a 'receptive mood'. Are they available now?"

"Yes, they're resting from the last mission, but I think this is easy enough for them."

"Call me when you contact them, I'll be waiting! Now I have to make everything ready for our visitors' arrival," said the busy father as he left the room.

Max pressed the button to the Andronov twins direct line. Another one of the benefits he had gotten from Karkov, the duo of young redheads was a valuable asset. Metahuman spies of the old Soviet Union, they had turned to industrial espionage after its fall.

But now the expert mind twisters were under his pay and had helped him solve many conflicts without the use of strength.

They were able to change the mind of anyone with enough time. Their metahuman ability was to make everything they said sound more reasonable, and insert deep suggestion in their targets. Unhappily, their powers were slow to work and depended heavily on their ability to convince the victims. But to this date they never failed a mission!