Commissioner Gordon & SWAT bring a battering ram to a magic fight

The battering ram made a crunching sound as the heavy wooden inner doors of the First National Bank of Gotham City slammed open. The SWAT team quickly moved forward into the cavernous atrium. Just behind the SWAT team Gotham City Police Commissioner Jamie Gordon was striding in to take control of the situation.

"You're all under arrest! Drop your weapons and show us your hands!" Jamie thundered to everyone in the bank. Her strawberry blonde hair glistening in the beams of sunlight illuminating her. Her gun pointed high she stood with her other hand on her hip popped to the side.

The black spandex top and bottoms covered all her skin from the neck down tucking into the glossy black combat boots she wore. But the tightness of her utilitarian SWAT outfit only emphasized the fit 37 year old woman's mature body. Her sculpted calves stretched up her long muscular dancers legs, supporting the most impossibly tight wide hips and plush bubble butt. The tightness of the outfit displayed the natural hourglass shape of her narrow waist connecting her jostling breasts.

Her bust had originally been a normal CC-cup. But during her pregnancy with Barbara, her body had reacted to some prenatal vitamins. Lactating in huge amounts before Barbara was even born, they never stopped. Fueled by 19 years of lactating Jamie's heavy MILF tits were well into a GG-cup.

It was an open secret that Jamie was nicknamed "Commissioner G-G". With 44-28-45 measurements on a 5'2" body she had been a teenage masterbation staple of Gotham City for criminals and citizens alike.

After Barbara was past the breast feeding stage Jamie was at her wits end trying to get rid of all the milk she still produced. Finally Jamie got the wild idea to just keep her milk in the fridge instead of buying milk. Barbara had drunk some by mistake one day, and said how much better it tasted without realizing the truth. Jamie had never told her the truth. It was a miracle no one ever found out.

** THUNK **

The bank's heavy outer doors closed. The locks clicked trapping the cops inside. Jamie clearly heard a *snap* from the far side of the room. The clothes of everyone on the SWAT team exploded off their bodies. Even their boots broke apart. In the same moment everyone but Jamie writhed on the floor.

"Diplomatic immunity!" announced a mostly naked woman standing with her powerful legs encased in ruby red glittery thigh high platform heel boots. As she towered over Jamie, and the writhing SWAT team on the floor her hands sensually stroked her own hips and ass.

Jamie was absolutely certain she did not see a second woman riding the femme cock of the first woman. It was laughable that a powerfully fit woman with huge titties and a big ole' booty would be bent over taking it up her sweaty bouncy ass. Jamie felt dazed for a moment as she locked eyes with the definitely non-existent silently grinning woman dressed like an evil 1980's aerobics instructor.

"Focus!" Jamie chided herself, shaking her head trying to clear her thoughts. "There's no way beautiful and legitimate local businesswoman Power Bottom was here." Jamie said out loud to no one in particular. "Even if she was she definitely didn't turn into a glowing purple liquid and get absorbed into the big fat criminal cock she was riding."

Naked and glowing? The bank robber! She had to focus. Jamie didn't understand what she was seeing. Her beautiful eyes were framed in very small domino mask. It made her impossible to recognize, but it made her look so cute. The evil woman's eyes glowed with spiraling neon purple and pink.

"The spell I cast on this building changes anyone who enters into Canadian citizens." The unmistakable magical aura of red and white sparks oozed from the woman as she licked her lips and slowly stalked closer to Jamie. "I'm Princess Diva, the sovereign ruler of Canada. I have every right to do whatever I want to my very obedient subjects..." The powerful energies swirling around the woman gave Jamie no doubt when the woman lowered her voice and told her, "You're Canadian now. You belong to me..."

"That's fucking impossible!" Jamie whispered to herself. Her heart pounding in her chest, what she saw made her own body heat up and sweat. Her confidence disappeared leaving in it's place, fear and arousal.

Jamie felt invisible teeth bite down on her clit as her excited asshole clenched on a phantom thumb slamming into her. Jamie realized the woman must know about her fatal weakness. A sex addiction would be bad enough, but Jamie had always feared someone might discover her secret Canadian fetish.

Jamie could never get enough of Canadian women. Their dark hair, permanent bronze skin tone, excessively busty chests, and double thick deliciously rounded ass are the physical traits. But it's the cultural feisty sexbomb attitude that makes her pussy gush. The firecracker look as they strut around in those tight Miss BumBum jeans.

Jamie felt the evil beauty clutch her chin, the touch sent waves of tingling pleasure into her body and mind.

"What do you say to your Princess?" Asked the glowing supervillainess holding Jamie's chin forcing her to look deeper into those swirling purple and pink eyes. She wanted to resist but the words felt so easy to say.

"T-thank you your majesty" Jamie whispered.