He placed his wife gently down onto the bed before pulling the yellow boots off of her feet. He then undid her mask and dropped it to the floor before removing the rest of her wet costume. She laid naked on the bed, conscious, but too tired to move. He then began to slip a pair of pajamas onto her body, cringing at the bruises which were scattered over it and the ashen color of her clammy skin. His blood boiled as he attended to her, wanting to chew her out for subjecting herself to this treatment, but as she looked up at him with loving eyes and gently placing her hand on his cheek, he decided that now was not the right time. He pulled the covers up to her neck, allowing her to settle in for some much needed rest. The sun was still rising, so he pulled the curtains closed before leaving her alone in bed.
He had warned her about this! Told her that she wasn't a super heroine and should not try to play the part, but Flora would not listen. Though he had no idea what perils she had faced this time, it was obvious that she had not faired very well. As a result, the feeling of frustration and resentment was becoming a cancer inside of him and was starting to affect the way he felt about her. He wanted a normal wife, not one who flew off each night to help the down trodden. So as she slept, he tried to cool off, tried to control his emotions.
He went into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee, sipping it slowly as he stared out the window. He sat and stared for quite awhile before getting up and pacing around the apartment for a short time. Eventually he parked himself in front of the television, flipping through the channels to try and find something to watch which would help to calm him down. Being a Saturday morning, there wasn't much beyond cartoons, until he finally came upon a sort of American Bandstand imitation. There were lots of beautiful young girls in sexy, skimpy outfits dancing on the screen so he settled in and watched. A smile crossed his face as one gorgeous young creature after another flashed in front of the camera, waving and smiling. He smiled right back at them, enjoying the show, which helped to take his mind off of his wife.
There was a commercial break, but when the show came back on the announcer introduced a special guest. The guest was a young, up and coming female singer and the crowd grew energized as they waited for her introduction.
"And now… one of the hottest new acts in the music industry and a future superstar. You've heard her new songs on the radio…. but today her first solo album will be released…. So go out and BUY IT! But right now…. Give it up for…. DIVA !
Flora's husband sat up in his chair, watching anxiously as a stunning young woman bopped onto his television screen. Diva was a tall, sultry blonde with an awesome body and gorgeous face. She wore a tight, black, cropped T shirt with the word Diva written across the chest in rhinestones. She also wore a pair of black, silk shorts and knee high leather boots. As he watched her strut gracefully around the stage, he couldn't help but be aroused by the site of her. She was perhaps the most erotic looking woman he had ever seen and the vision of her had captivated him.
When she finished her song, he sat back in his chair and let out a gasp, almost as if had completed some strenuous physical activity. The crowd erupted too, cheering and screaming for the sexy, young star who smiled shyly and waved back to her fans before leaving the stage. The show went on for another half hour or so and he continued to watch intently, hoping to catch another glimpse of her. None of the other pretty young girls on the screen interested him any longer as he anxiously awaited a curtain call from Diva.
Little did he know that this was the woman responsible for making his wife's life a living hell. She was the one responsible for tying Flora… umm Voltage… to a bungee cord and tossing her off of the George Washington Bridge just a few weeks ago. And she was also the one also responsible for imprisoning Voltage in the water filled vault just the night before, intending to do away with her for good. But he was not aware of any of this, and sat there with an erection, anticipating another look at this gorgeous creature.
Almost as if not to disappoint him, Diva was introduced again and performed another song, much to his delight. He literally sat on the edge of his seat while watching, not noticing that the door to his bedroom had been slowly pushed open.
Flora shuffled out of the room, wearing her frumpy pajamas and a pair of fuzzy slippers, looking tired and very much disheveled. Her hair was a mess, her eyes bloodshot and her breath smelling like a carton of bad milk. She was still half dazed, but as she approached the living room, the sound of the voice singing on the television caught her attention. It sounded strangely familiar so she walked more quickly and stood behind her husband, who didn't even notice her. Flora gulped as she saw Diva bopping on the television screen in her home. Her heart literally stopped for a few beats and her entire body began to tingle with anxiety.
What was she doing on television? Why hadn't the police arrested her by now?
A feeling of terror came over Flora and she immediately turned to her husband for some support. But she was stunned to see that he still hadn't even noticed that she had entered the room. He was staring at the screen, his mouth open and a small bulge in his pants. She watched in horror as her husband gaped at the woman responsible for nearly killing her just the night before.
At first she felt distraught… which changed to anger…. which turned to loathing. But after running the gamut of negative emotions, Flora then became resolute. She was not going to let this woman beat her, and certainly not let her husband continue to gawk at her!
Flora walked around and stood in front of the television, blocking her husband's view. Involuntarily he shifted his position, reaching to the side with his neck extended before realizing what she was doing. He quickly pulled himself together just as the song ended and Diva took her bows. Flora's expression was one of anger, annoyance and frustration all rolled into one. He knew he was in trouble, but assumed it was just an innocent case of jealousy, and didn't pay much attention to it. Instead he shifted his attention to his wife's physical condition, inquiring about how she was doing and getting up to embrace her. But instead of hugging him back, Flora pushed him away and asked him a very pointed question.
"Do you think she's pretty?" she asked with a sarcastic drawl.
Flora's husband was surprised and little rattled by the question, not sure how to respond. He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was more than a little annoyed at the way he had gawked at Diva, so he knew to be careful with his response. But his tongue got in the way as he stumbled over his own words.
"Pretty?… nah… um…. I mean… Yeah….. I guess she's okay ….. I guess….. right?"
Flora's face dropped as she stared at the screen, studying the beautiful blonde. She then walked over to the full length mirror which hung inside of the coat closet and looked herself up and down. Seeing how she looked right at that moment, she began to feel guilty for giving her husband such a hard time. She had been paying attention to everything else but him, and it was about time she did something about that.
Her thoughts drifted to the days when they were newlyweds and how she had always tried to look her best for him, always tried to keep him excited and interested in her. But now he had to compete with the rest of New York City for her attentions. So if he was watching another pretty woman… maybe he had the right to do so. After all, she had been neglecting him.
As she sank deeper in thought, she finally decided that she needed to do something to rekindle her husband's passions. She sat on the couch as Diva left the stage, her husband now providing her with his full attention.
"So what happened to you last night?" he asked her, a hint of anger in his voice. Flora tried to deflect the question, telling him not to worry, but he grew even angrier at her callousness. "You couldn't even stand on your own two feet this morning Flora… now what happened?"
"But I'm fine now… so let's forget it, okay?" she asked sweetly, trying to diffuse the situation. But her husband wouldn't let it die.
"Well that's it with this super hero bullshit Flora, I'll tell you that!" he proclaimed. Flora frowned, and though she would never agree with that statement, she tried to deflect it again. "Let's talk about it tonight, okay?"
He didn't answer, but instead got up and went into the bathroom. He took a shower, got dressed and then went out to play a round of gold, leaving Flora home alone. As she sat on the sofa pondering her fate, she decided that she needed to take control of her marriage. Her husband was gawking at Diva on television because she did not give him a reason to gawk at her, she surmised… and she was going to do something about that. So as he was playing golf, she set out to fulfill her own plan.
Flora was not about to give up her job of being the super heroine Voltage… she had already come to terms with that decision… but she hoped that she could convince her husband of that as well. Voltage had brought a great deal of meaning and purpose to Flora's life and she wanted her husband to be proud of that. But he only viewed Voltage as hindrance to their relationship and a danger to his wife. So she knew she had to convince him otherwise.
She thought that if she could try and make light of the situation, it would help to calm everything down. And if she could do that in such a way as to arouse him a little at the same time, it would be all the better. She remembered how, early on in their marriage, she would sometimes go out and buy a special outfit just for him and then slip it on, late at night and put on a little show for him. She loved doing it and he loved watching. It was fun, innocent and erotic… all of the things now missing from their marriage.
So that day she went out and visited the trashy lingerie store out by the airport where she purchased a very specific exotic dancer's costume along with a few accessories. She brought them all home and went to work adjusting the outfit to suit her needs. It took her most of the day, but she finally was satisfied with the result. She stuffed the outfit into a shopping bag and placed it in the back of her closet.
With all that had happened in the past couple of days, Flora was exhausted. So having accomplished what she had set out to do so far, she settled back onto the sofa and waited for her husband to return home. She did not plan to carry out her plan until the next night, but that didn't stop her from trying to arouse him tonight too!
When he arrived home, Flora did her best to treat him well. Too well in fact, for he immediately became suspicious. And every time she tried to cuddle up next to him, he would ask the same question. "So when are we going to talk about last night?" That was the signal for Flora to back away unless she wanted to spill everything that had happened to her, which she wasn't prepared to do.
But later that night as she crawled into bed, he stepped into the bathroom to wash up. She slipped off her clothes and lay waiting for him under the covers, stark naked. When he got into bed, she rolled on top of him and began to kiss him and rub him all over. Flora tried to ignore his uneasiness, but after a few minutes, it was obvious that he wasn't interested.
"Not tonight Flora… I'm too tired."
Flora was stunned. Thought their sex life was not the greatest lately, he had never turned her down before when she initiated sex. This was the first time in their marriage that had happened. He rolled over and fell asleep, Flora laying naked as she stared at the ceiling, not knowing what to do. Eventually she fell asleep too, but expected to be woken up shortly to assume her role as Voltage. But when she finally awoke, it was not by screams in her head, but rather by the chirping of birds and a flash of sun in her eyes. It was daybreak and for the first time since her accident, she had not been woken up by a cry for help. She had not had to assume her role as Voltage!
She had gotten 8 hours of sleep for the first time in awhile and could not believe how great she felt. Most of her bruises had even healed by now, her body healing quickly since her transformation into a super heroine. She rolled over toward her husband's side of the bed, but he had already gotten up, so she stretched, still naked from the night before, before slipping into her night gown and walking into the kitchen to say good morning. To her surprise though, she was greeted only with a note.
"Flora,
Had an early tee time and did not want to wake you. Did you stay the night?
See you later…"
He had not even bothered to sign the note and Flora could not sense the sarcasm even in his writing. But she was not going to let this overcome her, in fact it motivated her. She was going to give him the night of his life and had a plan to carry it out. So since he had plans to play golf in the morning and then get together with a few of his friends in the afternoon, Flora had the entire day to enact it, she set out to make herself desirable.
She took a shower, changed and then headed out to begin the beautification process. She went to a Day Spa and had a complete make over from head to toe. She had a bikini wax, her hair done, make up and nails and everything in between. When she was finally done, she looked as good as she had ever looked. Arriving back home, she doused her body with her best perfume and then took her sexy, new outfit out of the closet. The plan was that he would be home shortly, so she would change and then wait for him in the bathroom. Then when she heard him walk into the bedroom, she would pounce…. or rather… slink. She put on some soft music, dimmed all of the lights, lit a few candles throughout the apartment and sprinkled some rose petals on the floor leading to the bed and on the bed as well before she began to change.
She pulled her clothes off to reveal her revitalized, soft, shiny skin. She then began to pull her costume on. First she took the top, which was basically a skimpy, string bikini top upon which she had sewn two thin lightning bolts to the section in the middle, just as she had in her Voltage costume. Only this was much more sexy and revealing. She then took the bottom of the outfit, which was nothing more than a yellow g- string, also with two, thin bolts sewed on the front of it in the shape of a "V". It covered little more than her crotch, making the bikini wax essential, and left her ass completely bare with a thin yellow string pulled up into the crack of it.
She then pulled on a pair of yellow, finger-less gloves she had bought as well. She pulled them up to the top of her arm before slipping on her regular Voltage mask. Finally she added a pair of strapped, yellow leather shoes with 5 inch stiletto heels. She had concocted the sexiest version of her Voltage costume that she could, hoping to entice her husband with it. Slowly she walked out of the bathroom and to the full length mirror to get a better look at what she had done. She walked carefully in her high heels, making sure that he did not yet get home as she twirled herself in front of the mirror.
She looked gorgeous! Her skin glimmered under the light, her short black hair shining and soft. The outfit left little to the imagination, which is just as she wanted it. If he could resist her in this outfit, then there marriage was in more trouble than she thought. But as she looked at herself, she knew he wouldn't be able to resist her.
Satisfied, she walked back into the bathroom and sat down on the bowl, waiting for his arrival. He was due home any minute, and Flora couldn't wait!
But a half hour passed, and then an hour, Flora remaining in the bathroom, though losing her motivation. Another twenty minutes passed before finally she heard someone at the front door. Her nerves tightened and a knot developed in her stomach as she stood up.
"What if this didn't work? What if he thought it was stupid?"
She began to get more nervous before finally composing herself and waiting to hear his footsteps toward the bedroom. Everything was quiet for a minute until finally she decided to call out to him in her sexiest voice.
"Hi honey! I'm in the bathroom. Why don't you go and lay down in bed and I'll be right in!"
He didn’t answer, but she just assumed that by the tone of her voice and the mood she had created in the apartment that he would follow her instructions. The rose petals would lead him right to their bed, which is where she would greet him. She heard the footsteps walk down the hall and into the bedroom, so she took a deep breath, stared at herself once more in the mirror before walking out of the bathroom.
All of the lights had been turned completely off, leaving the apartment lit only by candlelight. Flora smiled, surmising that he had gotten into the spirit of things as well. She slithered as sexily as she could into the bedroom, unable to see what was ahead of her. When she reached the doorway she closed her eyes before placing her arms up over her head and grabbing hold of the doorframe on either side of her as she dipped one leg and bent it at the knee in her sexiest pose.
She then opened her eyes and looked ahead, the expression on her face slowly changing from one of quiet tenderness to a look of sheer horror. Laying in her bed were two of Diva's male thugs, each looking up at her with lust. They were used to seeing her in the middle of the night when she was not worried about her appearance. But they had never seen her look like this before, nor did Voltage plan that they ever would. But here she was, her scantily clad, oiled and perfumed body on display as they began to speak.
"Jesus! … would you look at that ! I ain't never seen her look this good!" one of the thugs exclaimed to the other.
"Yeah…. You think she got all dressed up for us?" the other teased.
Voltage was horrified, but before she could react, the third thug came up from behind her and clenched his arms around hers, locking her into a full nelson. Voltage was still stunned, but reacted quickly nonetheless. She thrust her body forward, dipping it down and thereby causing him to lurch over her shoulders and be flipped to the floor in front of her. As the other two began to get up from the bed, she reached down and grabbed the first one by the waistband on the back of his pants with one hand and at back of the collar on his shirt with the other. With a quick heave she tossed him back down the hall toward the front door, causing him to slide speedily along the floor like a bowling ball before his head rammed into the wall, knocking him into a stupor.
As she turned around, the other two were moving menacingly towards her, one more quickly than the other. She panicked at first, but then clamed down enough to realize that she was standing in the doorway. She reached up grabbed hold of the door's trim, pulling herself up so that she could swing her legs out in front of her, kicking the oncoming attacker in the gut with both feet.
He groaned loudly, collapsing like a windblown tent as he stumbled backward before falling to the floor. The other attacker licked his lips as moved slowly forward, a look of lust rather than menace in his eyes. It was obvious that he had the hots for Voltage, but that did little in the way of helping him. He held his arms, trying to grab hold of her by the throat, but as he reached forward, she quickly grabbed him by the crotch and squeezed tightly, crushing his balls in the process.
His eyes opened wide as his knees buckled, a pathetic, squeaking sound coming out of his mouth. Voltage lifted him up using her one hand and then tossed him across the room, his body slamming into the wall. She stood her ground for a moment, surveying the damage as the two men groveled on opposite sides of her bedroom. She breathed deeply, horrified that these men knew where she lived. But before she had a chance to ponder this further, the first thug snuck up behind her and hastily shoved a towel in her face, pushing it tightly into her nose.
The towel was drenched in chloroform, so it wasn't long before Voltage's sexy body collapsed in the brawny brute's hands. She had been caught by surprise, and though she had tried to grab hold of the towel in order to pull it away from her face, the thug had outsmarted her. He kept the chloroform soaked towel on her face for a few more seconds before he pulled it away, allowing her to crumple to the hard, wooden floor. The sexy heroine was out cold as the other two thugs gradually got back to their feet. One of them began to hogtie Voltage as the others stood over her, looking down at the unconscious heroine. They finished tying her wrists and ankles together before stuffing her into a canvas sack.
"I'll carry her!" insisted the one who had been enamored with her, making sure to jostle the sack as much as possible, slamming it against the walls as they walked out of the apartment. They tossed her into the back of the familiar van where Voltage had been before, and drove off to a very seedy part of town.
Finally they reached their destination and unloaded their cargo into an apparent, abandoned apartment building. They carried the sack up three flights of stairs into a dark room, lit by a single, dangling light bulb, pictures and newspaper clippings lining the dingy walls. They tossed the sack onto a bed which was positioned in the center of the room, and unloaded their groggy cargo.
They laid Voltage out on the bed on her back, spreading her limp arms and legs, pulling them apart as each tied a limb to the posts of the bed. The pulled tightly on the ropes, stretching them to their limit as Voltage's body was stretched to it's limit, her back elevated off of the mattress as she levitated over the bed. One of them then walked over and placed a ball gag over her head before stuffing it into her mouth. Voltage was once again bound at the hands of Diva and her men, but this time the men were enjoying the view more than usual.
With Voltage still unconscious, they stared at her semi naked body, watching her lungs fill with air before releasing it out again. They began to discuss the things they were going to do to her, each coming up with a more perverted plan than the next. But a few moments later, Diva walked into the room and all three shuffled uncomfortably, looking around the room as if they had not just been staring at the entrapped heroine.
"This looks like a familiar scene, doesn't it boys?"
The three of them snickered at the irony as Voltage lay unconscious in front of them.
"Hmmmm… our little friend seems to have cleaned herself up nicely. Too bad she doesn't have much to work with. Not like me anyway… right boys?"
Diva pulled open her trenchcoat to reveal an incredibly sexy piece of lingerie which clung tightly to her chiseled body. The men's eyes ripped away from Voltage and ran lustfully up and down the body of their boss, until she hastily closed her trenchcoat once again. Voltage could not compete with her nemesis physically…. In more ways than one it seemed.
"Okay… on to the next phase of the plan….. Do you remember how to get there?" Diva asked one of the men, who nodded his head to indicate that he did.
"Good. So who is going to stay with our little prisoner while we reach our destination?"
The one who was drooling over Voltage earlier quickly volunteered and a few moments later, was left alone in the room with the bound Voltage as the other three sped off into the early night. It didn't take long before he began to pull his clothes off, first pulling his shirt over his head, and then his pants from his legs. Voltage began to stir, but he quickly remedied that but stuffing the chloroform soaked towel back under her nose, knocking her out once again.
He stripped the rest of his clothes off until he was completely naked and then slowly began to move closer to the stretched out heroine. He stared down at her, absorbing each part of her body with his eyes. He could smell the sweet, subtly of her perfume, he watched as the light shimmered off of her oiled skin as it breathed deeply.
Finally, after exploring all he could with his eyes, he began to run his hands over her skin. He started at her feet, gently rubbing the soles of each foot before slowly sliding his hands up to her ankle, caressing them in his palms. He continued to move up her slick, soft skin to her knees, and then slowly up further to her soft, fleshy thighs. He massaged the backs of them before sliding his hands onto her rounded ass, slowly pressing into her yielding skin. He then moved his hands to the front of her body, pressing his fingers into her hips and sliding them dangerously close to her g-string.
But he passed the covered parts, instead sliding further up her body until his hands covered her ribs. At this point he moved closer to the bed, placing one knee up onto it, and then the other. Now kneeling next to her body, he lifted one leg and moved it across her until he was now kneeling on either side of her body, his bare ass pressing down onto her crotch. His penis was like a rock, hard and fully extended in front of him as he slowly lowered all of his weight down onto Voltage's hips.
He then moved his hands out in front of him and reached for Voltage's chest. He cupped his hands so that they covered Voltage's small breasts before he began to press down gently. He then closed his eyes as he began to grind his butt down onto her, slowly circling his hands on her breasts as he began to moan softly. Gradually Voltage began to stir, her head still clouded and groggy as she slowly opened her eyes. But the site she was greeted with was not what she had expected.
She quickly opened her eyes, which widened dramatically as she understood what was happening. She tried to pull her arms and legs free, but was not immediately able to. So with a quick and forceful drive, she thrust her hips up into the air, catapulting the thug's body off of her and sending him soaring into the air.
It didn't take long before his head rammed into the ceiling and he began to fall, his body crashing down onto Voltage's extended frame. She gasped as his the weight of his body plunged into her own. But before long she recovered and then yanked her right arm, breaking the rope and freeing her from the bed frame. She then did the same to her left arm, as well as each leg. Though the knots were still digging tightly into her skin, she was finally freed.
She reacted quickly, grabbing the thug by the hair and mashing his head into the hard, plaster wall. The top of his head acted like a battering ram, blowing a wide hole into the wall as his head descended into it, his body stuck on the other side. She then pulled the remainder of the ropes from her body, but as she tossed them aside, she couldn't help but notice the pictures and other items which lined the walls.
First she noticed the newspaper clippings from her accident, the accident which had provided her with the strength to take on her heroine persona. Several of the articles listed her real name, as well as her husbands', each which was highlighted in bright yellow. Several of them had pictures which Flora had not even seen herself. Pictures of her laying on a stretcher and being carried out of the subway station.
She kept looking a little further down the wall and saw a picture of the house in which she lived, enlarged to show the street sign on her corner as well as the number on her front door, each which was circled in red. She began to tremble, realizing that someone seemed to know everything about her. She continued to follow the trail of information, next coming upon a page which was ripped out of the phonebook. Circled was the line for her and her husband, listing their address and telephone number.
Voltage began to tremble, but the trail of information just kept going. She next came upon pictures of her ripped out of her High School yearbooks. Pictures of Flora as a young, chubby freshman. Pictures of her as an even chubbier sophomore. Pictures of her as a plump junior, and finally her graduation picture, where Flora had begun to lose all of that "baby fat".
She began to tremble as she next came upon a picture from her wedding. "How did these people get this stuff?" … she began to fret… "and why are they interested in it? "
Tears began to well in her eyes as she next saw a very personal picture. It was picture her husband had taken of the two of them with an instant camera. A picture of the two of them laying in bed… naked. A picture which no one else had ever seen. "How did these people get this stuff?" she began to mumble out loud as she sobbed.
Finally she reached the last couple of pictures, but they had the greatest affect on her. Voltage saw two pictures of her husband. The first was taken from a location just across the street from their apartment. It was him leaving their apartment, taken with a very powerful zoom lens. But the most disturbing picture of all was taken from across the street form their apartment. It was a picture of Flora's husband, standing in their bedroom, wearing only a pair of bikini briefs. The picture was blown up, and right over his face was a big pair of red lips!
Voltage began to get an anxiety attack! She had never experienced anything like this before in her life! Someone had been spying on her and her husband,… knew where they lived… had pictures of them together… personal pictures which no one else had seen. She shivered as she glanced down the wall once again, not sure what to do.
But then she realized that she had to do something! This person was out to get her… and out to get her husband! As Voltage looked back up the wall once again… she came upon the picture of her husband… the close up... the one with the lipstick right over his face! That's when she finally sprung into action.
He would have gotten home by now… and Voltage feared that there would be someone waiting for him… someone other than his wife!!! She flew out of the window and raced through the night air as quickly as she could. The tears continued to roll down her cheeks as she flew on, her body cold from the lack of clothing, though she didn’t notice.
A few minutes later she reached her apartment, seeing the bedroom window open. Without hesitation, she made a dive right for it, disregarding all of her previous mishaps with this particular target. Amazingly, she flew directly through the middle of the opening, perfectly navigating the gap. But what she did not do so well was land. In fact the landing was brutal.
The top of her head struck the side of the bed, the hard, wooden side of the bed. Voltage tumbled to the floor, rolling onto her side before shaking her head to clear it. The blow was vicious, but she was able to overcome it quickly. She then looked up… but was much less able to overcome what she saw next. Laying in her bed… naked… was Diva…. And perched on top of her… also naked… was her husband.
Voltage stared for a few seconds, her brain unable to compute was she was seeing. The expression on her husbands' face was one of horror as he looked down at his wife. Diva sat up and smiled, looking down at her rival with a "cat that ate the canary" expression on her face. Voltage seemed to be frozen… unable to fathom what she was seeing. But as a few more seconds passed, she finally began to piece it all together.
Her husband was sleeping with Diva! Her husband… the man she had married and committed to spending her life with… was laying naked on top of the woman who had tried to kill her! Voltage had been forced to deal with many trying situations over the past few months… most of which she had been able to deal with. But this one was too much for her to bare.
"Flora…. Help me!" her husband called out, but the heroine did not even listen. How could this be happening to her! How could he do this? It was just too much to take!
Voltage got up, her eyes wide open, but almost as if she were in a trance. Her moves were robot-like as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks. She got to her feet, moving very slowly… and walked toward the open window. She turned back taking another look as her husband again cried out for help. But Voltage was too far gone by this point. She moved closer to the window, her movements becoming even more choreographed as she stood there for a moment before finally leaping out of the open window, intending to fly away.
"NOOOO!" yelled her husband… but it was too late. What Voltage had not seen was that underneath the covers, his legs were tied to the bed, causing him to remain there against his will. Diva and her thugs had broken into the apartment, knocked him out, stripped his clothes off and then positioned him in bed on top of her, waiting for Voltage to arrive. And Diva had threatened that if he tried anything, not would she kill him… but she would also kill his wife! So fearing for more his wife than himself, he had cooperated, allowing the whole devious scheme to go exactly as planned.
What he did not know was that as soon as Voltage had leaped through the window to get away from the madness in her bedroom, Diva's thugs were waiting for her. They had draped a large net, made of a very strong, metallic rope, over the window. So as Voltage leaped out to fly away, she instead became entrapped in the netting and plummeted to the ground below. She landed painfully on the hard, cement sidewalk below, her bare skin getting scratched and bruised in the process. She tried to struggle to break free, but the more she struggled, the more she began entangled in the netting.
The thugs meanwhile had positioned themselves on the roof and rigged the netting to a hoist, the same hoist they had used to dangle Voltage from the George Washington Bridge. But now they were using it to lift her mangled body, ensnared in the wiry trap, and pull it up alongside the building. Diva meanwhile had untied Voltage's husband, allowing him to get up and watch out the window. He looked on in horror as her folded, mangled body was lifted into the air….. up one story until she passed within just a few feet of him. He tried to reach out and grab the net.. or the rope holding it… or anything… but he could not reach.
Her legs were folded up toward the sky, her forehead pressing into her shins as the net was constricting her body tightly together. The thugs cranked the hoist a few more times until she was now pulled between the first and second stories of the building. Voltage was either out cold, or unable to move, as she offered no resistance whatsoever. Her husband looked up in agony, screaming for them to let her go. But almost as if on cue, they released the lock and she came tumbling back down toward the ground. The problem however was that now her husband's head was directly below her and he was not able to duck back into the bedroom quickly enough.
The heavy sack struck him on the head, the plummeting lower back of his wife striking the back of his skull. The blow was devastating to both of them, Voltage squealing in pain as her husband began to fall alongside her to the ground. Two loud THUDS were heard as each struck the small patch of grass below; a much softer landing then what could have happened. But nevertheless it knocked them both out as Diva and her two thugs looked on from their locations.
But as the heroine and her husband remained unconscious, Diva and her men sprung into action. The men began removing the hoist form the roof, lowering it down before packing it into the van. Diva meanwhile slipped her clothes back on and jumped out of the first story window to gather up her victims. She landed softly on her feet, standing directly between her two hapless victims.
First she untangled the unconscious Voltage from the netting, deep scratches and bruises scattered all over the heroine's body. She pulled her up off of the ground before heaving her onto her shoulder. She then did the same to Voltage's husband, hoisting him up and across her other shoulder before carrying them both back into their apartment.
She walked up the flight of stairs to the apartment, carrying it's two permanent occupants over each shoulder like two slabs of meat. She then dumped them down onto the floor of the living room as the two thugs made their way back in as well. The three of them stood over the heroine and her hubby, the men watching the husband as Diva kept an eye on Voltage.
A few minutes later, he began to stir, prompting the two thugs to grab him by the arms and pull him to his feet. Being much bigger than he, there was no escape. Diva then walked over to a small, plastic case which was laying by the front door, and opened it. She pulled a tool, something which looked like a small, battery powered saw, with a small, shimmering blade attached.
He began to kick and yell protests as Diva walked over toward his wife, carrying the tool ominously in her hands. Voltage was finally awake, but bleary eyed as Diva approached. But Voltage knew that no matter how much pain she was in, she had to react. So summoning her super strength, she was able to kick her foot up and knock the saw all the way across the room. Diva looked down at her in anger as Voltage tried to get to her feet while the villainous walked slowly across the room to retrieve the saw, motioning with her eyes to her cohorts.
The two thugs moved in on Voltage , who was now on all fours as she tried to get upright. They moved in on either side of her, but as they reached down to grab her, she reacted quickly, thrusting her arms up and quickly grabbing each by the hair before slamming heir heads painfully together. The loud crack was sickening, and the two men immediately collapsed on top of each other, directly to the side of Voltage. She then looked up at Diva, knowing that she had to get her next.
Voltage had a determined look in her eye as she got to her knees, and then to one knee, before Diva moved to within inches of her. Diva towered over the smaller heroine when both were standing, so with Voltage still on one knee, the size difference was immense. But the petite heroine was unfazed and instantly leaped up, trying to grab Diva by the throat and carry her away. The villainous however was too quick, backing away just enough so that Voltage soared past her, flying straight up and into the air.
Voltage had expected to have hold of Diva, which would have helped to keep her grounded, but with her hands empty, her head quickly rammed into the ceiling, knocking her back down to the floor. Voltage fell onto her back, her head spinning and aching from the collision. Diva moved in quickly and pressed the sole of her spiked heel onto Voltage's throat, pressing down as hard as she could and quickly squeezing the air out of the heroine. Voltage quickly lost her strength, unable to resist as she passed out from the erotic choke.
With Voltage now out cold, her body laying motionless on the floor, Diva again moved closer, kneeling down next to her and picking up her right wrist, the wrist on which her silver bracelet was embedded. Voltage's arm hung limply as Diva held onto it, but then turned to address the unconscious heroine's husband.
"You and your wife were never quite able to figure out what happened to her …. Were you? Never able to understand how she got the powers she has… how she is able to fly. Well I have! You see when that train ran over her, it transferred all of the voltage from the electrified third rail into her body. So this puny, scrawny little frame now has the power to do things that others only dream of… that I only dream of!"
Voltage's husband looked on in amazement, shocked that Diva knew so much about his wife and her accident. He was so shocked however, that it rendered him speechless. So without any interruptions, Diva went on….
"But you see… your wife isn't smart enough to use this wonderful power…. She has not been able to harness it … has not learned to control it…. That is why I have been able to outsmart her at every turn… trap her, humiliate her and stop her from preventing my crimes…. After all, look at her now!!!
All eyes turned to Voltage, who was laying unconscious at their feet.
But with this last bit of humiliation… I am no longer interested in games…. Now I am interested in power…. And the power resides right here!!!!! Once I can transfer that power from your pathetic wife…. I will have everything…. Brains… Beauty…. Popularity and most of all….. POWER!!!
I WILL BE UNSTOPPABLE!!!!
Diva lifts Voltage's arm up into the air, identifying her bracelet as the source of the power. The bracelet however is embedded in Voltage's skin, and could not be removed by the doctors in all previous attempts. But there is one difference between Diva and all of the doctors who worked on Flora… and that is that Diva does not care whether Voltage lives or dies!
So without further delay, Diva turns the power on to the saw and slowly lowers it down onto Voltage's wrist. Her husband screams his protest, but to no avail as the blade of the saw touches down onto the silver bracelet with a deafening screech.
Voltage is still out cold, her hand dangling as Diva cuts through the bracelet before finally completing her cut. Amazingly Voltage's arm is not cut at all, however as Diva lifts the bracelet off of the heroines wrist, the ugly indentation where the bracelet once resided comes into view.
The skin is black, almost as if burnt to a crisp, and a small series of veins is also protruding out of it. But Diva's eyes are fixated only on the bracelet as she pulls it closer, dropping Voltage's limp arm to the floor. Diva stands up slowly, staring at the bracelet as a wide smile crosses her lips. Without saying a word, she slowly moves it closer to her right arm before gradually wrapping it around her own wrist.
Everyone looks on in amazement, waiting to see the results, but after a few seconds, Diva seems disappointed. She walks out to the front door of the apartment and tries to leap into the air, but she cannot fly. She then storms back and heads for the kitchen. Standing in front of the refrigerator, she wraps her arms around it, bends her legs and tries to lift it, but she can get it no higher than a couple of inches. Frustrated, she kicks the appliance before standing in front of it, not moving.
Meanwhile Voltage finally begins to stir, her eyes opening as she gently rolls onto her side. Her body is wracked with pain, however she is able to push herself up onto her knees, leaning on the ground with one hand. As the heroine becomes more alert, Diva rips the bracelet off of her wrist and throws it into the corner angrily. But Voltage has now gotten one foot out in front of her as she continues to kneel on the other, her husband realizing that she is finally alert.
"FLORA!" he yells, which also commands Diva's attention. She turns to face her rival, but also notices a commotion building outside. Off in the distance she can also hear the sound of sirens, and realizes that she doesn't have long.
"I may not be able to harness the power of the bracelet, but at least you will not either Voltage. Now that I have removed it from your wrist, you are once again a mere mortal. With that Diva charges up to the hapless heroine, who is still on one knee, and sends a powerful kick up and into Voltage's midsection, knocking the heroine back several feet.
Diva then storms over to her and grabs her by the hair, ripping the wounded warrior off of the ground. She then lifts her up with both hands, hoisting the much smaller Voltage over her head. She looks back at Voltage's husband, sneering angrily before addressing him once more.
"Your wife's days as a super heroine are over…. but at least you'll get to see her fly one last time !"
With that, Diva tosses Voltage through the air and sends her crashing into her husband as the two of them fall to the floor. As the battered couple try to regain their senses, Diva and her thugs escape out of the apartment, speeding off in their van. Shortly after, a series of police cars pull up outside of the building, responding to the complaints of several of the neighbors.
Having the presence of mind to realize that the last thing his wife needs now is to be questioned by police, he drags her back into the bedroom and closes the door, expecting to deal with the police by himself. The then sees the silver bracelet, cut in half, laying in the kitchen. He walks over, picks it up, and then carries it back into the bedroom, laying it down on the dresser before once again closing the door behind him.
Just a few seconds alter, the doorbell rings and two police officers begin to ask a number of questions about what has gone on there. As he deals with their questions however, his wife crawls over to the dresser and picks the bracelet up, holding it in her hand. She looks down at the ugly, black band of skin on her right wrist, and then slowly places the bracelet back over it.
Amazingly the bracelet seems to heat up instantly, the cut in the metal quickly repairing itself as the bracelet once again wraps around her wrist and becomes imbedded in her skin. Though still in a great deal of pain, Voltage can feel her strength returning… feel the powers which had deserted her body … now filling it once again. Though she is battered, a smile stretches across her lips as she collapses to the floor. Yes, Diva had once again got the upper hand.. and had even brought their rivalry to a new level… but Voltage's days as a super heroine were still not over just yet!
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