VOLTAGE in
FALL INTO A TRANCE!
Featuring DIVA!

Soaring through the cold night air, the twinkling lights of the city below danced against her bare skin like sunlight glistening off of a layer of freshly fallen snow. She made a turn over the Empire State Building and headed uptown, stopping to hover over the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center. Though it was Christmastime in the city, a time for peace on earth and good will toward men, Voltage couldn't help but relive the agonizing Christmas of the year earlier. Hog-tied inside a box at the foot of the tree, she was left to freeze throughout the night, Christmas Eve night, when the rest of the city waited for Santa Claus. But Santa Claus did not come for Voltage that year, instead Diva had delivered a painful, humiliating Christmas present to her, in front of a national television audience. But that was last year.

This year, Christmas had been much more peaceful. Voltage spent the night, not as a super heroine, but as her alter ego Flora, nestled comfortably in her bed, lying next to her husband. And Christmas morning this year had also been a much more enjoyable experience, making love to her husband before unwrapping the gifts he had bought for her.

In fact, the last few months of the year had been very calm and peaceful, with virtually no reason for Voltage to scour the city in search of crime. The crime rate had fallen dramatically, and though she could not take all of the credit, Voltage was proud of what had been accomplished. But on this frigid night, she was compelled to do something she had never done in all of her time as a super heroine. Voltage awoke peacefully in the middle of the night and had an overwhelming urge to rise out of bed, slip into her costume and just take off, flying around the city to enjoy the spoils of her achievements, namely, the serenity of a crime free city. Gliding back downtown, she enjoyed the calm, hoping it would last.

As she circled overhead, she got another strange craving to survey a remote section of the city where nothing but warehouses and factories stood, frequented only by the pedestrian traffic of johns on the hunt for prostitutes. But even they seemed to have retired, at least for the night, leaving no one on the streets. As Voltage descended on the deserted neighborhood, she was drawn to a particular warehouse. But unlike her usual premonitions, this one was not at all threatening. In fact, she began to feel a strange sensation of eager anticipation as she approached her destination, looking forward to her arrival like a child waiting for Santa.

Swooping down, she landed at the entrance to a long since abandoned steel factory, which was used, for a short time, as a trendy nightclub. The nightclub had closed a few months earlier, though many of it's accoutrements remained. Walking toward the entrance, she noticed the front door ajar, and walked inside. Though devoid of the anxiety she typically felt when entering an unknown destination, Voltage experienced and eerie clam, though she nonetheless moved cautiously.

Walking past the main entrance, she heard music coming form the main room of the former nightclub, and followed it until she stood in the center of the dance floor. Though dark, there was a hint of lighting up above, coming form the deejay booth. She looked up, and noticed the shadow of a figure standing there. She glanced up to take a look, but before she could make out the image, a voice welcomed her over the music.

"Welcome Voltage! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!" Voltage did not feel scared or nervous, but instead felt inquisitive, anxious to see who this man was. She debated whether or not to fly up and take a closer look, but before she did, she noticed a shadow entering the club from the same place she had just entered. Unable to see who it was at first, she suddenly went on high alert as she recognized the woman who was walking gingerly towards her.

"Voltage? Is that you? What the hell are you doing here?"

The voice, the trendy clothes, the long hair and the sultry walk were all dead giveaways. It was Diva! Voltage stood ready, crouching into a fighting stance as her eyes darted all around for signs of a trap. But the voice spoke again, this time directed at the latest guest.

"Welcome Diva! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!"

Diva moved closer, marching right up to Voltage before glaring up at the deejay booth.

"What the hell is going on here! What the hell is this all about?" Diva demanded, first staring up toward the lights, but then sneering back at Voltage.

"If this is some kind of trap Diva, you're not going to get away with it. I'm ready for you this time!" Voltage replied, her suspicions kicking into high gear.

"Ladies, ladies, please. You are here tonight at my invitation, so allow me to introduce myself."

Just then the booth began to lower itself down toward the dance floor, the two women standing defiantly next to each other, ready for action. As it came to a halt a few feet from where they both stood, a tall, lanky man emerged from inside, walking slowly toward them.

"Who the hell are you and what is this all about!" Diva demanded.

"Yeah, what is this all about!" Voltage chirped, echoing her arch rival's sentiments.

"My name is Trance!" he proclaimed, just as the lights in the club switched on, "and you are here at my persuasion. You see I needed two uniquely strong women, super in their own right, to conclude my experiment. So who better than New York City's own super heroine, and it's own super star! "

As he paused, Diva charged at him, but stopped in her tracks after just a few steps. Standing stiff as a board, her arms at her sides and her eyes wide open and staring vacantly forward, she seemed to be in some sort of trance. This prompted Voltage to charge at him as well, but with the same result. Both women now stood side by side, each erect and at attention, their eyes open, their stares blank.

"You see ladies, I have been mastering my craft for years, but have only tested it on cheap hookers and mindless factory workers. I have controlled their minds, coerced their thoughts and forced them to obey my every command. I have been ultimately successful in those experiments, but could not proclaim my supremacy to the world until I was sure that I could control every female mind in the world. So now that I finally have two of the most strong willed women at my disposal, I can once and for all put my skills to the ultimate test!"

Trance sneered sinisterly at the two, who continued to gaze blankly back at him, no emotion evident on their faces.

"This evening I will use each of you as guinea pigs in my quest for total dominance of the female mind. And once I am done with you and prove my skills, I will then conquer the world, one woman at a time! So let's begin, shall we?"

Each of the women remained fixed in her position, showing no reaction. Trance smiled, gloating in his ability to successfully control each of their minds, at least up until this point.

"First, let's take care of any distractions, shall we? Diva, I see that you are feeling confident that your driver and bodyguard will come and rescue you. So I want you to go back out to your car and tell your driver and bodyguard that you have met a friend, that you are safe and that you are giving each of them the rest of the night off."

With that, Diva turned and walked back outside, doing as instructed.

"As for you Voltage, I see that as expected, you have come here alone, with no one else having any knowledge of your whereabouts, so we have no need to deal with that. So in order to prepare for the evening ahead, I'd like you to remove your cape, come lay it at my feet and then return to your position." On command, Voltage reached up and untied her cape, folded it neatly in her arms and then walked forward, laying it at his feet before turning and returning to her spot. Just then Diva walked back in and returned to her spot, awaiting further instructions.

"Good. Now Diva, remove your overcoat, place it at my feet, and then return to your position."

As instructed, Diva removed her coat, placed it at his feet, and then walked back and stood next to Voltage. The two women were now again stuck in the trance-like state, Voltage dressed only in her mask, bikini costume, and boots. Diva wore a black, cropped top with the word "DIVA" written across her chest, a pair of black leather pants and ankle high, black leather boots.

"Okay, now we can begin. First, I would like each of you to face each and stare into each other's eyes."

They obeyed his order, glaring at each other, the contempt they felt for the woman they were staring at became obvious from the snarled expressions which soon developed on each of their faces.

"Fine. Now Diva, I'd like you to display for both Voltage and I, the parts of your body for which you are most proud."

With that, Diva slowly raised her hands to her chest, pulling her halter top down to reveal her large, succulent breasts. She cupped them in her hands for emphasis, fondling them as they protruded forward. After showing off her tits for a few more seconds, she then unbuttoned her pants, pulled them down to her ankles and turned, placing her backside toward Voltage. She then lowered her thong down to her ankles as well, bending forward so that her ass protruded in her rival's direction. She shifted her hands behind her and lifted the cheeks of her ass, demonstrating them for her benefit.

Obviously enjoying herself, Diva then turned again and begun to rub her hands on her midsection, highlighting her chiseled abdominal muscles. Next she rubbed her hands up and down each long, luscious leg, after which she reached up and framed her face with her hands before finally stroking her long, blonde hair. Completing the ritual, she then stood erect once again, her pants and panties still down around her ankles, her top pulled down as well, putting her private parts on full display.

Voltage stared, as ordered, though the contempt she felt was now flavored with an agonizing amount of jealousy.

"Fine. Now Voltage, I'd like you to display for both Diva and I, the parts of your body for which you are most proud." Unlike Diva, Voltage seemed to be stuck, a look of exasperated desperation on her face quickly replacing the jealous sneer of just a few moments ago as she struggled with the question. She was not very proud of her body, even though having worked very hard on it for years. Despite her efforts however, she was still not satisfied with the results. As the seconds passed, her hands began to twitch, jerking awkwardly up and down, but not stopping in any one place.

Voltage began to quiver more animatedly as time went on, growing more distraught by the question. Her brow began to sweat as she struggled to identify A part, ANY part of her body with which she was proud. She could not identify a single feature to be proud of, and as she stared straight ahead at Diva, who was loving every minute of it, she grew more and more despondent, her body beginning to convulse. Finally however, her lips curved into a faint smile, a relieved expression appearing on her face as she held up her arm, pointing to the metal bracelet which was embedded into her wrist. While her rival stood across from her, virtually all of her clothing removed from demonstrating each and every part of her sexy body, proud to be the owner of them all, Voltage could only point to the source of her powers which, it is important to note, was her only non-God-given appendage.

"Very interesting exercise ladies. Diva, you may get dressed once again, Voltage, you may lower your arm."

Trance stared at Diva as she pulled her top back on, raised her panties, pulled her pants over them and stood back at attention. Though each was still in a hypnotic state, it was impossible to miss the anguished and defeated look on Voltage, while Diva smirked, glowing with arrogance.

"Now Voltage, I would like you to display for Diva and I, the parts of your body for which you are least proud."

In a clear sign of role reversal, Voltage quickly raised her hands, pulled her top down and cupped her small, pert breasts in her hands. Her dark, quarter sized nipples hardened at the touch as she pointed her chest forward. Her expression changed to one of panicked disbelief, but she had no choice but to honestly point out each feature for which she was less than satisfied.

Next, Voltage began to squeeze her soft midsection, grabbing a small roll of skin as if to highlight her soft tummy. She was certainly not fat by anyone's estimation, but the fact that her abdomen lacked the hard muscle tone she so desperately sought was obvious. She then turned, her backside facing Diva before sliding her bikini bottom down to her knees and grabbing the skin on her ass. Again, she had a nice, small ass with some mild curves, but it lacked muscle tone. Diva snickered as Voltage toyed with her ass, slapping the soft skin on her backside.

Voltage then turned and began to tweak at her face, first, slipping her fingers beneath her mask in order to pull down the skin beneath eyes, indicating that she was unhappy with her eyes. Next she squeezed her nose, then pulled on her thin lips and finally rubbing her hand over her entire face. The exercise was growing more and more degrading as Voltage's private insecurities at her physical appearance were being made public to a total stranger, but even worse, to her hated rival. But she wasn't done yet!

Next, she spread her legs before slapping each of her inner thighs, again highlighting her lack of tonicity, though her legs seemed shapely and well defined. Next she raised her arms, and again slapped the backside of her upper arms, causing a minimal amount of soft skin to vacillate as a result. Finally drawing to an end, she stood upright, her naked body on display for Diva and Trance. Her expression said it all as hjer face drooped to show her anguish.

"Very good Voltage. Now Diva, I would like you to display for Voltage and I, the parts of your body for which you are least proud."

Diva paused, her face contorted in mental anguish as she tried to decide which feature to pinpoint. She was an extremely confident woman, self assured and proud, making it a difficult task to determine which, if any feature she felt needed some work. As Voltage had done a few minutes earlier to the contrasting question, Diva's hands quivered at her sides while she debated to herself.

With a minute now passed, Diva had yet to pinpoint a part of her body, choosing instead to remain at attention. As she reached the conclusion that there was nothing she was ashamed of, her arrogant snicker seemed to widen. She remained defiantly still, sending a powerful message to her opponent.

With Voltage staring at her, her own top and bottom both pulled down, to reveal all of her goods, she seemed to realize both the physical and emotional difference between she and Diva, and the revelation left her emotionally hurt. Though she looked distressed, she nonetheless stood upright, though she had little choice in the matter.

"Another very interesting and revealing exercise ladies. Voltage, you may get dressed once again. Diva, remain in your position. "

The two women had revealed a great deal, not only to Trance and to each other, but also to themselves. Though each of their minds were still under the control of Trance and as such, their actions were completely out of their hands, they still had the ability to understand the consequences of those actions. So the combination of Diva's honest narcissism coupled with Voltage's obvious insecurity had left yet another scar on Voltage's delicate psyche. The super heroine knew that her own responses were evidence that Diva possessed the self confidence which she so desperately coveted but had been unable to attain, yet another defeat for her at the hands of her hated enemy. Despite possessing super powers, Voltage still felt impotent next to Diva. But as Trance continued his experiment, Voltage's ignominy had only just begun.

"For our next experiment ladies, we are going to delve into the deepest, darkest reaches of your subconscious. Each of you will reveal for us the one fantasy you have in regard to the other, so personal, so cloistered, that you would never reveal it to anyone else."

The two women were once again facing forward, standing side by side, their faces devoid of emotion though their eyes held the microscope into their souls. Diva's eyes gleamed with pride at having discovered Voltage's true inner weakness, while the heroine's silver lightning bolt mask could not hide the destitution which filled her pretty brown eyes.

"Voltage, you will begin. I'd like you to stand before Diva and search the farthest, darkest reaches of your mind. Think long and hard about the one single thing that you have fantasized about doing to her, the one thing which you have imagined doing only in the darkest, deepest region of your subconscious but have refused to acknowledge in your conscious mind. Delve deep into your psyche to the place you are most afraid of, and let that fantasy emerge. Release all of your inhibitions, release any thoughts of the repercussions of your actions, and then prepare to act upon on that fantasy."

Voltage stood silently, her mind working overtime to reverse all of the defense mechanisms she had built up, scouring her subconscious to find the one fantasy she had repressed so deeply that it had never even made it's way to her consciousness. After allowing her a minute or two to dwell on the command, Voltage appeared to come up with it.

"Have you identified the fantasy Voltage?" Trance asked her. She nodded her head to indicate that she had.

"Good. Now I want you to live that fantasy."

Trance then walked up to Diva, staring her in the eye as he gave her his command.

"Diva, you will fully cooperate with whatever Voltage does. You will not resist, you will not interfere, you will simply act as recipient to Voltage's fantasy."

He then walked over to Voltage, staring her in the eye as he delivered his orders.

"Voltage, you will now act upon your fantasy with no thought of repercussion, no fear of retaliation and no regard for your own personal inhibitions."

With that, Trance backed away and allowed Voltage to begin. She walked forward toward Diva, who's eyes grew wide in anticipation of what the heroine was about to do to her. Trance too looked on in anxious anticipation.

Voltage stood directly in front of her rival, staring her in the eye before slowly bending and dropping to her knees. She then reached forward, slowly unbuttoning Diva's pants, pulling down her zipper and in a quick, steady motion, yanking Diva's pants down to her ankles. Voltage then grabbed hold of Diva's thong and steadily pulled it down to her ankles as well, before deliberately moving her head forward towards Diva's crotch.

Diva's eyes widened even further, showing the sheer amazement she felt at what was about to happen to her. She had imagined the worst, but had never expected this. With her arms hanging at her sides, she felt the warm, damp tip of Voltage's tongue as it glided it's way across the outer rim of her pussy before venturing deeper and deeper inside. Her eyes closed and she let out a sigh while Voltage's tongue began to explore inside of her.

Voltage grabbed Diva's ass with both hands, holding on tight as she buried her face in Diva's crotch, the blonde, curly pubic hairs tickling Voltage's nose. But Voltage did not falter, tilting her head to the side in order to venture deeper into Diva's hot grotto. The super heroine slurped and lapped up the juices which began to flow from Diva's pussy, her head bobbing and turning as she increased her intensity, her tongue swirling wildly inside of Diva, stroking each of her favorite spots.

Voltage's mind focused intently on providing the maximum amount of pleasure to her rival, using the lessons she had learned from her own experiences to fondle each sensitive area within Diva. Once she felt Diva's ass tighten in delight, she continued to massage that area just long enough for Diva to derive the maximum amount of pleasure before venturing further to find another erogenous zone.

Diva's head fell back as she began to moan in a consistent pattern, Voltage licking each and every one of her secret spots with just the right amount of zest and for the perfect amount of time. Voltage's face grew wet from the juices which Diva began to produce, mixed with the sweat of her own exertion. She pushed her face forward, burying it deeply into Diva's thighs in order to probe the furthest reached of Diva's pussy, only to wander back out and caress her vaginal lips with a smooth, swirling stroke of her tongue.

Voltage continued her fantasy, Diva close to climax after about six minutes into the experiment. But as if to prolong it, Voltage slowed the pace, softly licking the skin on Diva's crotch, blonde, curly hairs embedding themselves between her teeth in the process. She wrapped her arms tighter around Diva's thighs, and then dove in for the finale as she fervently plunged her tongue in deeper, prodding it forward, pulling it back and forcefully licking each flap of loose skin inside of Diva's cunt.

Diva responded with loud, satisfied moans, growing more frequent and more melodic with each stroke of Voltage's tongue. The super heroine's jaw began to cramp, now almost 12 minutes into the fantasy, but she ignored the pain, delivering the final wet laps which drive Diva to orgasm. Voltage slowed her pace gradually, allowing Diva to enjoy the last few moments of her climax before backing her head away and lowering her arms.

Voltage's face was drenched with Diva's juices, her soggy mask clinging to her face from the wetness. Her cheeks were red, her tongue swollen, and her face dripping and saturated. She remained on her knees, almost as if bowing before Diva, before finally rising to her feet. In a final act of humiliation, she opened her mouth, reached inside, and pulled a long, blonde hair from between her front teeth, tossing it on the floor as she stood silently.

Though her face was blank, her eyes told a different story. Once again, her mask could not hide the shame she felt as what she had just done. As she stared ahead into Diva's eyes, her rival's smug, gloating expression only added to her degradation.

"Well... that was certainly an unexpected twist. Diva, you may pull your pants up.", Trance ordered, instructing Voltage to face forward as well. Not wasting much time, he turned his attention to Diva, once she was dressed and facing forward as well.

"Diva, it is now your turn. I'd like you to stand before Voltage and search the farthest, darkest reaches of your mind. Think long and hard about the one single thing that you have fantasized about doing to Voltage, the one thing which you have imagined doing to her, but have refused to acknowledge. Delve deep into your psyche to the place you are most afraid of, and let that fantasy emerge. Release all of your inhibitions, release any thoughts of the repercussions of your actions, and then prepare to act upon on that fantasy."

Diva stood silently, but within seconds, it was obvious that she had decided upon her fantasy.

"Have you identified the fantasy Diva?" Trance asked her. She nodded her head to indicate that she had.

"Good. Now I want you to live that fantasy."

Trance then walked up to Voltage, staring her in the eye as he gave her his command.

"Voltage, you will fully cooperate with whatever Diva does. You will not resist, you will not interfere, you will simply act as recipient to Diva's fantasy."

He then walked over to Diva, staring her in the eye as he delivered his orders.

"Diva, you will now act upon your fantasy with no thought of repercussion, no fear of retaliation and no regard for your own personal inhibitions."

With that, Trance backed away and allowed Diva to begin her fantasy. She walked forward toward Voltage, who's eyes grew wide in anticipation of what her rival was about to do to her. She almost hoped that Diva would have a similar fantasy to her own, but knew that it was unlikely. Trance, now even more anxious than before, looked on in anticipation.

Diva stepped in front of Voltage, reached forward, and ripped the mask from her face, revealing her true identity. She then walked over to where Voltage's cape lay, and placed the mask down on top of it. With her identity now revealed, Voltage was mortified. But Diva was not done yet, not by a long shot. She reached forward once again, this time grabbing a handful of the heroine's short, black hair with her left hand, while at the same time cocking her right arm. After a slight pause, Diva then delivered a powerful punch to Voltage's face, hitting her square on the side of her nose.

Voltage stumbled backward, raising her hands to her face. She then looked back at Diva, her eyes ablaze with thoughts of revenge, prompting Trance to yell out to her in anger.

"Voltage, you will fully cooperate with whatever Diva does. You will not resist, you will not interfere, you will simply receive act as recipient to Diva's actions."

With that, Voltage dropped her hands and stood erect, her eyes evidence of the pain she felt as she waited for more, though the anger and vengeful glare was gone. She was in a state of hypnosis even more than ever, and fully at the mercy of Diva.

Diva did not disappoint either, once again grabbing her by the hair and slamming her fist into the same spot on Voltage's face. The heroine again stumbled backward, but this time her arms remained at her sides while Diva charged at her, this time scooping her right arm backward before delivering a devastating uppercut into the soft section of Voltage's tummy, just below her navel.

Voltage groaned and doubled forward, but again did not resist as Diva marched forward and yanked her upright by the hair. With her arms hanging limply at her sides, Voltage was vulnerable to further attack, and Diva did not miss the opportunity. Still yanking on Voltage's hair to hold her erect, Diva then lifted her knee into the heroine's gut.

"GOOOOOFF" moaned Voltage as she dropped to one knee, doubling over in pain, though her arms again fell limply to her sides. Diva stood over her, cupping the heroine's chin in the palm of her left hand before striking her once again with a powerful punch.

Voltage's head fell backward, her face now crimson red, though she did not raise her hands in defense. Instead she remained on one knee, her body beginning to sway slightly. Diva then reached for her with both arms, wrapping her fingers around the battered heroine's throat and choking her. She squeezed tightly, strangling the heroine's whose gurgling became loud and animated. But Diva did not let up, instead lifting the heroine up onto her feet by the throat, holding her up as she choked her. Voltage stood on her tiptoes as Diva continued to choke her, shaking the heroine's head wildly, her face redder than ever.

Finally, Diva released the choke, allowing Voltage to wither, though she remained on her feet. Her shoulders slouched severely, her head falling lifelessly in front of her, her arms again falling to her sides, helplessly. But Diva was not done with her yet. She was obviously savoring the opportunity to pummel the heroine, who could not use her superpowers, nor even defend herself.

Moving forward, Diva lifted Voltage's limp arm and draped it over her own shoulder. She then lowered her head and allowed the hapless heroine's chin to come to rest on the back of her own shoulder. Cocking her right arm, she then began to deliver a series of deliberate, methodical and powerful uppercuts into Voltage's ribs and abdomen. The outline of Voltage's ribcage protruded through her clammy skin, acting as a target for the methodical series of blows which Diva delivered.

FWUMP ... UUHHHH ... FWUMP ... OOHHH ... FWUMP ... UUNNHH ... FWUMP ... OOFFFF ...

The painful soundtrack echoed through the room as each blow caused Voltage's body to lift from the force, before slumping down, only to be struck once again. One blow to the ribs, the next to her belly, the next to the ribs, on and on the barrage went, the punishing cycle of blows leaving Voltage's torso numb.

Finally, Diva backed away, allowing Voltage to falter down on one knee, her body wavering, her eyes vacant. Diva stood over her, looking down at the abused heroine, setting her up for one final blow. Reaching forward, she again grabbed Voltage by the hair and held hr head upright. She then lifted her knee, drew it back behind her, and then at the same time, pulled the heroine's head toward her while driving her knee forward. The collision was devastating, a loud CRACK filling the room before Voltage catapulted backward, her arms and legs flailing in all directions before she landed on her back and rolled onto her side, bruised and suffering.

"Quite an impressive display Diva!", Trance opined, but he watched, noticing that she was not done yet. With Voltage already demasked, Diva stormed over to her and ripped the top off of the heroine, tossing it aside. Next she grabbed her bikini bottom and slid it down her thighs before tossing it aside as well, leaving the heroine completely naked, with the exception of her yellow ankle boots.

Diva then walked over to booth from which Trance had descended, and grabbed some rope which lay on the floor. Clutching it in her hands, she walked back over to her defeated foe, and used it to tie her up. Diva first tied Voltage's left wrist and left ankle together, before doing the same to her right appendages. Rolling her onto her back, Voltage was now spread eagle, her bound limbs pointing out on opposite sides of her body. In this position, Voltage's pussy, still moist from the excitement she felt while fulfilling her fantasy, was left wide open.

Diva again wandered off, this time walking over to an old bar on the far side of the room. There she found an empty whiskey bottle, picking it up and carrying back toward her naked victim. Even Trance could not believe what he was witnessing, though he had no intention of stopping Diva.

Reaching Voltage, the spellbound Diva knelt in front of the heroine's spread legs, and gently began to wedge the tip of the bottle into Voltage's waiting womanhood. Voltage moaned softly, as the long, cold neck of the bottle was eased into her wet pussy. It submerged deeper and deeper, until finally the entire neck was no longer visible. Diva slowly built momentum, prodding it in... pulling it out... prodding it in... pulling it out.

Voltage responded with increasingly agonized moans as the speed of the penetration quickened. Diva stared intently. Watching as the lips around Voltage's cunt grew redder and wetter. After several minutes, she reached a steady pace, Voltage moaning steadily and loudly. But then Diva began to wedge the bottle in deeper, the wide part of the bottle now spreading Voltage's pussy apart even further. Voltage began to wail even louder, in anguish, but unable to hide her arousal. With her legs spread wide, the skin on her inner thighs trembled from the penetration, the bottle now plunged two thirds of the way into her pussy.

Diva kept up the pace, pushing harder, though allowing Voltage's stretched cunt to dictate the depth of the immersion. Finally, with the pace of the thrusts back up to their previous regularity, Voltage's moans took on a higher pitch, her bound legs jerking wildly out to either side of her body, like a dog's in heat, as she grew more and more aroused. Before long, she was screaming in ecstasy, having been finally forced into orgasm. As such, Diva gradually slowed the pace of the penetration to conform with Voltage's diminish moans before removing the bottle from the heroine's now dripping pussy, Voltage's loins burning with fire. With the bottle still in her hand, Diva continued to kneel before Voltage's spread legs, as Trance congratulated her on a job well done.

"Well, that was quite contrasting to Voltage's fantasy I would say!", he asserted, but once again speaking too soon, for Diva was still not done.

The hypnotized blonde leaned forward and rolled Voltage's "V"-shaped body back even further so that the heroine's ass was now directly below her, the spiked heels of the heroine's yellow, ankle boots pointing up at the ceiling. Clutching the bottle tightly, she turned the neck of it downward, and began to point it toward the small hole between Voltage's butt cheeks.

As Trance looked on in stunned silence, Diva began to wedge the spout of the bottle into the small hole in Voltage's ass. The heroine began to groan once again, but this time in a much more animated and agonized fashion. But Diva was not deterred, using her free hand to spread Voltage's ass apart, while at the same time poking the bottle's tip further into the tight-fitting opening. Diva' emotionless, concentrated expression was freakish, as she seemed to derive little pleasure, nor had any sympathy, for her victim.

Voltage continued to whine softly as Diva plunged the bottle deeper and deeper into her ass, the heroine being violated in the most degrading way possible. The pain became unbearable as Diva picked up the pace, stroking the glass decanter deeply in before ripping it out, only to plunge it back in and wrench it back out. Though the bottle was already lubricated with Voltage's juices, it nevertheless felt like it was boring into her body like a drill, and Voltage's cries for pity grew louder and louder. Finally, after several minutes had passed, Diva relented, plucking the bottle form the depths of the heroine's bowels and removing it from her body.

With her arms and legs still stretched on either side of her body, Voltage whimpered softly at being violated so completely, but in a last act of depravity, Diva pushed the bottle forward, piercing the heroine's lips apart as she shoved it into her mouth. Voltage gagged as the bottle protruded from her mouth, but then Diva lifted her leg, placing the sole of her black, leather boot down onto the bottom of the bottle before pushing forward with her leg and driving it down Voltage's throat. The heroine began to retch, though she did not vomit, the bottle's neck buried inside of her mouth. Diva stood back just as Voltage rolled forward, now sitting in an upright position, her arms and legs still spread on either side of her body, the lubricated, defecated bottle plunged deeply down her throat.

As Diva stood in front of her victim, smiling malignantly, Trance was in shock, and stood silently for some time before reacting. He was amazed at the level of depraved hatred Diva had shown toward the heroine, and amazed at her ability to carry out those acts. Nonetheless, he eventually walked over, grabbed the bottom of the bottle and plucked it from the heroine's 'mouth, causing her to gasp for air.

Staring down at the bound heroine, he couldn't help but notice the dark, red and swollen skin surrounding both of her orifices, the steady stream of liquid which continued to flow from her swollen pussy, streaming down her inner thighs. Trance then untied the binds, allowing Voltage to roll onto her side, snapping her legs shut in the process.

"Voltage, you will now stand, get dressed and ignore the pain and humiliation you are feeling."

The heroine obeyed his instructions, rising to her feet gingerly as she pulled her bikini bottom back on before slowly walking over to retrieve her mask and tying it back around her head. Fully clothed in her Voltage costume once again, she then took her place alongside Diva, the two of them standing straight and facing Trance, Voltage's face blank, though her eyes revealed the humiliation she felt.

"Well, in my wildest imagination I could never have invented such scenarios as either of you have. You obviously have some very strong feelings about each other!" Trance proclaimed, pausing to allow his words to sink in.

"Now we move on to an even more important part of our experiment. Since we have identified your own personal feeling about yourself, and your own personal feelings about each other, we will now explore the single most important part of your psyche, the thing which drives and motivates each of you. With the New Year just days away, you will identify your one motivating goal for the coming year."

He then walked up in front of Voltage and looked her straight in the eye.

"Voltage, I want you to identify the single most important achievement you hope to accomplish in this New Year, and let me know once you have acknowledge it."

Voltage stood erect, her eyes squinting momentarily before opening wide once again.

ve you identified your goal for the coming year?"nce asked.

Voltage nodded her head. She thought about the massive New Year's Eve celebration set to take place in Times Square, and reflected upon her fears that someone might try to hamper or harm the large crowd expected to gather. It was important for all of those gathered to enjoy the celebration, and her thoughts shifted to the dropping of the ball in the center of Times Square. It was important that all of the plans laid by the organizers be carried out flawlessly, and she planned to ensure that is be carried out without a hitch.

ne. Now I want you to go out, right now, and do everything in your power to thwart that goal. You have one hour to carry out this mission, before returning back here to report your progress. Do you understand?"

Voltage remained at attention, nodding her head in agreement.

y, be gone, but remember, you have one hour to complete your task before returning."

With that, Voltage walked over, grabbed her cape and tied it back around her neck before reaching for Diva's black, leather trench coat and slipping it over her shoulders. She then walked out to the front of the building and took off into the cold, night air. Meanwhile, Trance confronted Diva, addressing her face to face.

va, I will allow you to enter your rival's mind and see exactly as she does. You will be witness to her deeds, even though you will remain standing in front of me. Together we will follow everything Voltage does until she returns to us."

Diva stood at attention, suddenly able to see things through Voltage's eyes. She watched as the heroine soared over the city, headed directly for Times Square. Abruptly, the heroine descended onto the roof of One Times Square, the building from which the world famous ball was due to drop at midnight on New Year's Eve. She looked up at the large flag pole from which the ball would be mounted before breaking down the door and entering the building through it.

Walking down a flight of stairs, she searched through the dark floor of the building until she came upon a locked storage room. Pulling the trench coat over her head to hide her identity, she gave the door a quick shove, bursting through it with little effort. She then switched on the light and began her search. She scoured the room quickly and deliberately, noticing the large "2002" sign and other adornments which would be used as part of the New Year celebration. It took a few more minutes, but eventually she found the box she was looking for.

On the outside of it, the word "WATERFORD" was written in large letters. She opened it saw hundreds of small crystals, worth a small fortune, which would be used to adorn the New Year's Ball. Closing the box, she lifted it up, just as she noticed a red light out of the corner of her eye. Looking up, she saw that the red light was siting on top of a security camera, mounted in the far corner of the room.

Voltage felt her heart race, feeling as if it would burst through her chest any minute. Ensuring that her head was covered by the trench coat, she ran out of the room, raced back up the stairs and took off into the cold night air, carrying the box.

The Waterford Crystals were a great source of pride to the City, and were the primary adornment for the New Year Ball. Without them, the luster of the celebration would surely be tarnished. So in abeyance to Trance's directive, she had surely ruined the famed celebration. She flew back to the warehouse, landing at the doorstep before walking inside, carrying the box. She laid it at Trance's feet, and he stared at her, directing her back to her place alongside Diva.

Having seen the whole thing through Voltage's eyes, Diva was able to follow the events as they unfolded. With her criminal mind, she was able to determine exactly where Voltage may have slipped up, thereby enabling herself to be caught. Those observations would soon come in handy, though she was not yet aware of that.

"Very nicely done Voltage, you should be proud of yourself. And I too should be proud of myself for proving that my own ability to control minds is even stronger than your super powers. But alas, there is one last test of my skills before I am completely satisfied."

With that, Trance stepped up in front of Diva, staring her in the eye.

"Diva, I want you to identify the single most important achievement you hope to accomplish in this New Year, and let me know once you have acknowledge it."

Diva stood erect, her eyes wide open and focused, reaching her decision without any thought.

"Have you identified your goal for the coming year?"

Trance asked. Diva nodded, assured in her most desirous goal for the new year. The one thing she wanted more than all else was to eliminate Voltage once and for all. Ideally, Voltage would be publicly humiliated, thrown in jail and forever removed an obstacle to her criminal success.

"Fine. Now I want you to go out, right now, and do everything in your power to thwart that goal. You have one hour to carry out this mission, before returning back here to report your progress. Do you understand?"

Diva remained at attention, nodding her head in agreement.

"Okay, be gone, but remember, you have one hour to complete your task before returning."

With that, Diva walked over to where Voltage had laid her black, leather trench coat, and slipped it on. She then walked over to her rival, standing within inches of her. She then knelt before Voltage, as Trance looked on in stunned silence, unsure of what the sultry criminal was about to do. But Diva surprised him even further by reaching forward and grabbing the yellow boot from Voltage's left foot and pulling it off of her. She then repeated the process on Voltage's right foot, removing both of the heroine's boots. Diva then removed her own boots, slipping into Voltage's. She then walked over and grabbed the box of Waterford crystals and headed out the door.

Meanwhile, Trance confronted Voltage, addressing her face to face.

"Voltage, I will allow you to enter your rival's mind and see exactly as she does. You will be witness to her deeds, even though you will remain standing in front of me. Together we will follow everything Diva does until she returns to us."

Voltage stood at attention, suddenly able to see things through Diva's eyes. She watched as the sexy, blonde criminal, who had so mercilessly raped and sodomized her earlier, walked out into the cold, dark city streets, hailing a taxi. She instructed the driver to take her to police headquarters, as Voltage watched the events unfold in her own mind.

Within minutes, the cab pulled in front of One Police Plaza, and Diva exited the cab, walking inside. The station was a frenzy of activity, with the crime in Times Square coming to their attention just a short time ago. A trio of officers ran past her, holding a videotape, announcing, "Here it is! This is the tape from the security camera in the building.

Diva stood off to the side as the cops scurried all around her, not paying attention to the beautiful blonde. As a swarm of cops hoarded into one of the viewing rooms, Diva walked forward to the desk and placed the box on it. She then informed the desk sergeant that she would like to report a crime, though he seemed more annoyed that she was disturbing him, than interested in what she had to say.

Apathetically, he took her information, not realizing who she was, nor paying much attention to the box she had laid on the desk in front of him. A few minutes later, as he continued to toil on his typewriter, one of the cops ran out of the room, blurting out the results of the videotape viewing to the desk sergeant.

"You're not gonna believe this, but it was Voltage! They got her right on tape. She was covering her face with a black, leather trench coat, but the boots were right there on tape. We gotta put out an APB on her right away!"

But as the cop hustled out to his patrol car, Diva confronted the desk sergeant once again.

"Voltage is not the woman you should be looking for.", she informed him calmly.

"Oh yeah?", he asked her arrogantly, "Then who did it?"

Diva stared him in the eye and matter-of-factly informed him, "I did!"

"Excuse me?" he asked, his voice raised in surprise.

"I did it. The crystals are right here in this box.", she told him, pointing to it.

He hastily opened the box and much to his amazement, noticed that it was filled with the missing Waterford crystals.

"But what about the boots?", he asked, walking out from behind his desk.

Diva raised her foot to reveal the yellow boots she was wearing, opening her coat also to identify the garment which was used on the tape to protect the criminal's identity.

"Well I'll de damned!" he shouted, before alerting the other officers to take her into custody.

As several other cops ran over, one of them recognized her. "Hey, aren't you Diva, that famous singer?"

Diva stared at him and shook her head, disagreeing with his assessment.

"Famous criminal!", she replied, correcting his description.

Another cop then chimed in. "Hey aren't you the one who tied Voltage up last Christmas and left under the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree?"

Then another joined in. "Yeah, you tried to frame Voltage for that crime, but you were the one who really did it, weren't you?", he shouted.

Another joined in the chorus. "Wait a minute, they were never able to prove that Diva did it. Does this mean you are not only confessing to stealing the crystals, but also to stealing that money last year too?"

Diva hesitated, but then nodded her head in agreement.

"Take her away boys!", the desk sergeant ordered, as they handcuffed Diva and took her into custody.

Voltage watched the entire episode play out clearly in her head as Diva was carted away, having confessed to a crime she did not commit. Though Voltage felt an incredible burden lifted form her shoulders when Diva admitted to last year's crime, she could not help but feel guilty over her rival taking the wrap for a crime she did not commit. Just then Trance stepped forward, standing before Voltage.

"Well, it looks like things have certainly taken an interesting turn, haven't they Voltage?" he whispered.

Voltage stood silently, her arms still hanging at her sides, her body swollen and soar.

"Well I think that concludes my little experiment, at least for now. Diva's trance will wear off within another hour or so, and she will have no recollection in her conscious mind of what transpired here today. But that will not do her much good, since she has already confessed to her crimes. The events of this evening will only reside in the darkest corners of her subconscious, in the same place her fantasies existed. They will remain with her as a part of her psyche, but she will have no recollection of them", Trance informed Voltage.

"And as for you Voltage, well I am done with your for now as well. As with Diva, you will have no recollection in your conscious mind of what transpired here today. The events of this evening will only reside in the darkest corners of your subconscious, in the same place your fantasies existed. They will remain with you as a part of your psyche, but you will have no recollection of them", Trance informed her.

"Now I want you to fly off into the night, circle the city for an hour, and then you will return to your normal consciousness."

With that, Trance stepped back, allowing Voltage to walk out of the building and take off once again, into the cold night air. He made his escape free and clear, no one having any conscious knowledge, except for he himself, of what happened here tonight, but the ramifications would be felt for some time to come. Meanwhile, Voltage circled around the city for the next hour before she snapped out of the hypnosis and headed for home. As she flew into her bedroom window, she sat down on her bed, realizing for the first time that her boots were missing.

"Now what the heck happened to my boots?", she thought to herself, just as a gripping pain from her crotch and ass drove to recoil into a ball. She laid on the floor of her bedroom for several minutes, suffering, until finally she gathered the strength to get up and trudge into her bathroom. Staring at herself in the mirror, she noticed the bruises on her face. Next she pulled off her bikini bottom and noticed the fluids which had dripped down her inner thighs. Her vagina and ass were still afire, and as she glanced down into that private region, she was stunned by the swollen, irritated skin which surrounded them.

She tried desperately to remember what had happened to her, but could not recall. She grew more and more worried as time past, unable to recollect the night's events. What she didn't know was that her rival in jail, locked up for a crime she didn't commit, but replaced by an even more powerful rival. A rival unbeknownst to Voltage, at this time, at least in her conscious mind!

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