A thick, white fog filled the room as Flora dipped her head back, allowing the hot water to cascade over her face before streaming down her body and emptying into the drain. The heat felt so good that she lingered in the shower, trying to melt away the cold memory of her most recent encounter with Diva. Though almost two months had passed by now, Flora was still was very sensitive to the cold, the result of her super heroine alter ego Voltage being left bound and gagged in the frigid night air, wearing only her skimpy yellow costume. And the woman responsible was none other than .... Diva, her arch nemesis.
But Voltage, in true super heroine fashion, was able to eventually turn the tables on Diva, leading to her ultimate arrest and subsequent incarceration. Diva was now locked safely away behind bars and awaiting trial, while Voltage was being declared a hero. In fact, on this very day, she would be receiving the key to the city from the mayor himself right on the steps of City Hall.
Finally stepping out of the shower, Flora wrapped a towel around herself before retreating to her bedroom to get ready. She pulled the yellow bikini bottom up past her thighs, adjusting it so that the "V" shaped, lightning bolt-trimmed waistline framed her small, deep, belly button. She then slipped on her sports bra top, again adjusting it so that the "V" shaped lightning bolts bracketed her modest cleavage. Finally she fastened her cape, slipped on her yellow boots and tied her mask over her eyes, transforming Flora into.... VOLTAGE!.
Standing before the mirror, she stared into her own eyes for a few seconds, and then headed off to the ceremony. The event went off without a hitch and the large crowd whom had gathered on the steps of City Hall were vocally supportive of their newly adopted super heroine. But as Voltage accepted the key to the city amid thunderous applause, she took a moment to look out into the smiling faces of her new, cheering fans, unable to avoid the comparison to the treatment she had received from them just a few months ago.
It was her first outing as a newborn super heroine in the city that doesn't sleep, and she was anxious to put her new super powers to work for the purpose of good. But instead she ran into Diva, who captured her and eventually left her dangling from a bungee cord attached to the George Washington Bridge, just in time for the morning rush hour. Hundreds of people gathered on the bridge that morning, every one of them laughing at her as she was hauled onto the bridge and rescued. She remembered the humiliation she felt when, on the very next day, her image was plastered on the front page of every newspaper and newscast. She remembered how she was treated as a laughingstock after that, and how hard she had to work to earn respect. But as she stood on the steps of City Hall, holding the key to the city triumphantly over her head, she knew that she had finally earned the respect she so desperately longed for.
The next month passed uneventfully, and springtime was now just around the corner. Voltage continued to successfully fight crime and solidify her reputation as a super heroine with everything going great, especially since Diva's trial was about to begin. But in a devastating turn of events, the charges against her were surprisingly dropped and Diva was released. No one seemed to know exactly why, but Diva was free once again, leaving Voltage furious. Though powerless to control the courts, Voltage became more determined than ever to stop her arch enemy from her life of crime.
Voltage kept a close eye on Diva over the next several weeks, and it became apparent that Diva was willing to put her criminal activity on hold for the time being to instead focus on rejuvenating her recording career. Trying to kick it into high gear, Diva decided to kick off a U.S. Tour in the hopes of reconnecting with her fans. The tour began in the South, which left Voltage feeling a bit relieved that her blonde adversary would be on the road for awhile, and apparently avoiding her criminal activity.
Things were quiet for the next few weeks, but on a peaceful Saturday morning, she at her kitchen table, eating breakfast and reading the newspaper. She wasn't quite sure why, but she was drawn to a story buried deeply in the middle of the paper about a diamond and gem exhibit scheduled to take place on the campus of the University of Daytona Beach. On a hunch, Voltage went on-line and checked the dates and locations of Diva's Tour. Sure enough, she was scheduled to perform at the University of Daytona Beach on the night before the diamond exhibit. Putting two and two together, Voltage concluded that it might be a good time for her to make a trip down south.
She left early the next morning, the spring dew moistening her body as she coasted through the air. As she reached the warmer climate, the condensation which had formed on her bare skin soon evaporated into the tropical air. Soon after, she reached her destination, the campus of the University of Daytona Beach.
Voltage was surprised at how deserted the campus seemed, but then remembered that it was Spring Break. She secretly explored the campus, noting that the only activity seemed to be centered around two adjoining buildings, the exhibition hall where the diamond show was to take place, and a fraternity house just across from it.
Finding a place to see without being seen, Voltage observed the activity around the exhibition hall. The area was bustling with activity as the stage from Diva's concert on the night before was being taken down and hauled away, while the exhibits for the diamond show were being carried in and set up. Voltage kept a close eye on the events, but everything seemed to be in order.
Just adjacent to the exhibition hall was the Gamma Gamma Gamma fraternity house, which was also a flurry of activity, but of quite a different kind. Young men, most of whom were carrying some form of alcohol, were slowly beginning to make their way into the house. Voltage looked on and laughed, remembering her own college days as president of her college sorority. Though she never experienced a wild Spring Break herself, she was amused at the sight of the fun loving, seemingly harmless, college guys.
But Voltage had a job to do and since she fully expected to catch Diva in a criminal act, it was to her advantage that she not be distracted. She spent the next hour or so researching the campus, becoming familiar with the layout so that she could navigate it with some confidence, should she need to. Once comfortable with the area, Voltage then settled in for what could be a long stake out.
Despite the obvious boredom involved in a stake-out of this nature, Voltage nevertheless remained amused by the constant flow of jocular, college aged men who continued to enter the frat house located right next to the exhibition hall. An even more amusing was the fact that no one entered the party empty handed. But it was Spring Break and no one was driving, so it was fine with her. Her only concern was whether or not the house could hold all of the partygoers. But despite it all, Voltage kept her eyes peeled for any sign of Diva.
A couple of hours past, the party across the street growing louder as the sun began to set, and the activity outside of the exhibition hall now complete. Suddenly however, Voltage's senses became heightened and within seconds of the sensation, she spotted Diva sneaking furtively out of the side entrance of the building. She is wearing a long overcoat, pulled suspiciously close to her body as if she were trying to hide something inside.
Voltage knew, from past experience, that she couldn't give Diva any opportunity at all, so she leapt out from behind some bushes, charging in front of Diva and blocking her path. In her best super heroine pose, Voltage confronts her rival.
"Hold it right there Diva! Let's see what's inside your coat!"
With her hands on her hips and her chin held high, Voltage is an intimidating sight, despite her petite frame. A fearful expression is stretched across Diva's face and she is obviously intimidated by the super heroine's presence, especially once a slight breeze whisks Voltage's cape behind her in dramatic fashion. The image prompts Diva's eyes to dart in all directions, panic stretched across her face.
Voltage then reaches forward to grab hold of the overcoat and pull it open, but before she can, Diva takes off, running back into the exhibition hall. Voltage begins the chase, but Diva quickly pulls the metal door closed behind her just in time to cause Voltage to collide painfully against it. An angered Voltage then reaches down, grabs the door handle and rips the heavy steel door from it's hinges, tossing it aside as she resumes her pursuit.
Diva, who has made her way to the end of the corridor by now, winces at the sound, but keeps running until she bursts through another door and escapes out onto the campus. Voltage remains in pursuit, but a group of maintenance men converge in the hallway, directly in her path, carrying several large tables. She stops short to avoid a collision, but as the janitors notice her, it prompts a barrage of whistles and catcalls. Voltage ignores them however, politely pushing them aside and rushing out onto the campus.
She looks all around, but Diva is nowhere to be found. Voltage can't help but notice however, as a flurry of cheers emerge from the Gamma Gamma Gamma frat house. Taking a deep breath, she marches over, walking in the front door. As she pushes it open, a group of exuberant young men greet her, almost as of they were expecting her arrival. Suspicious of them, Voltage begins to ask her questions.
"My name is Voltage, and I am in pursuit of a thief who may have stolen some diamonds from the exhibit next door. She is a tall, blonde woman wearing a long overcoat and I suspect she may have come through here. Has anyone seen her?"
They all turn and look at each other before blurting out in unison.... "DIVA!"
Voltage's eyes light up as she realizes that these guys will be helpful. She then asks them if Diva was in fact the woman who just came through.
"Why yes.... yes she did come through here just a minute ago. We took her down to the party. Would you like us to take you to her?"
Without trepidation, Voltage nods her head and follows them as they escort her to a stairwell which leads to the basement. She hears a very large and very rowdy crowd of men, the noise growing louder as they descend the stairwell and walk through a narrow corridor. Finally they reach a doorway which one of them opens, stepping aside to let Voltage walk through.
Voltage pauses for a moment, but then charges through the door, ready for whatever awaits her. As she does however, a loud cheer erupts from a huge audience, causing Voltage to turn toward the sound. She looks to her right, but is blinded by the glare of several, large spotlights and a string of colored footlights glaring right into your eyes. It takes Voltage a few seconds to regain her sight, but as she does, she quickly surveys her surroundings.
Unable to see very far, she quickly surmises that she is standing on a stage, located in a cavernous room. Beyond the spotlights are literally hundreds of drunken men, each with their eyes fixed upon her. Voltage then turns to look across the stage from where she is standing, but a voice blares over a loudspeaker, introducing her to the crowd.
"Our first contestant tonight is none other than the famous super heroine.... VOLTAGE!"
Voltage is not quite sure what is going on, so she stares out into the crowd, trying to see... anything! But once again, the voice begins to announce again.
"So with our first contestant on stage, let's begin the Gamma Gamma Gamma Wet Bikini Contest!"
With that, two men at the foot of the stage point a large firehose up at Voltage. The crowd begins to cheer..... WET!..... WET!..... WET!...... right before one of the guys lifts his arm and then drops it suddenly. The signal sets off a blast of liquid from the hose, splashing up directly into Voltage's chest and knocking her back several steps. The blast of liquid saturates the super heroine while causing her breasts to dance wildly from the force of the spray. The gush of water startles Voltage, who assumes it is water as it drenches her from her shoulders on down.
The hose is finally turned off as the crowd erupts into cheers, Voltage is left stunned. The liquid drips from her body as she looks down at herself, her senses detecting an odd scent. It is a pungent odor, prompting her to lift her hand to her face and rub the tip of her thumb across the tips of her other fingers, investigating it's consistency. The substance is oily, though Voltage is still not sure of what it is. She tries to react, but instantly grows dizzy, her vision getting blurry and her ears ringing. It becomes difficult for her to focus her vision or hearing, and though she can still think clearly, she finds it difficult to move. Her body begins to sway as her arms hang limply at her sides, almost as if under some type of spell. She is in trouble, and she quickly realizes it.
With the spotlights dancing off of the contours of her oily physique, her now-erect nipples protruding from beneath her yellow top, Voltage recognizes that she has been tricked. There must have been some chemical in the oily solution, a strong one too. The crowd continues to cheer wildly as Voltage teeters back and forth, aware of what is going on, but unable to react it. She looks down at her body and follows a skinny river of fluid as it makes its' way down her cleavage, veering around her dimpled abdomen before venturing into her belly button. It disappears for a moment, but then re-emerges to flow out the bottom of the cave before angling around the curves of her lower stomach and slowly disappearing into the lightning bolts above her crotch.
Voltage tries to lift her arms, but they are frozen at her sides. She tries to move her legs, but they feel as if they are encased in cement. She is stuck, unable to move, much to the delight of the crowd. Her shoulders slouch a touch as her arms dangle limply at her sides like two wet noodles hanging off of her body. The only part of her body which she is able to move is her head, and as the spotlight moves from her body to the other side of the stage, she turns to see what is next.
"Our other contestant tonight is the world famous recording star..... as well as our first contestants' biggest rival..... here is the lovely, the talented..... DIVA!"
Voltage looks over and watches furiously as Diva struts onto the stage, the overcoat still covering her body. The crowd again begins it's cheer.... "WET... WET.... WET!" , prompting Diva to throw open her coat, revealing her body, clad only in a red, string bikini, the word DIVA written across her chest in glitter. She tosses the coat to the side of the stage and begins to strut forward, the five inch stiletto heels she is now wearing, helping to further incite the crowd.
Voltage glares at her, but Diva is too bust entertaining the crowd to notice. Her large chest protrudes from the miniscule top she is wearing, the thong bottom putting her entire ass on display. With her height, considerable curves, and stage presence, Diva works the crowd like a master, exciting them while Voltage looks on, helplessly. But the cheers grow louder, "WET... WET.... WET!", and so Diva stops, spreads her arms up over her head, and waits for the soaking.
It doesn't take long before a blast of water emerges from the foot of the stage, soaking her as well. Voltage smiles, anxious to see the look on her adversary's face when she realizes that she too is paralyzed. But seconds after the soaking, Diva is back to strutting around the stage like a peacock. Voltage stares, hoping it's not true, but quickly realizes that not only has she been tricked, but that Diva was in on it.
Voltage continues to stare at her archenemy through the slits in her silver mask, still unable to react physically as Diva continues her show, slowly slithering closer to the immobilized super heroine. Cupping her wet breasts in her own hands, Diva shakes them at the crowd as she continues to inch closer toward Voltage, who can only look on in frustration. Diva then slides directly alongside Voltage before once again, brashly shaking her breasts for the crowd. Drawing a spirited reaction. Voltage stares at the display, and in a weak moment, glances down at her own chest, almost as if to compare. The discouraged expression on the super heroine's face and the consequence of her reaction is not lost on Diva nor on the crowd, who laugh and cheer loudly as her rival lifts her ample breasts in her hands and points them at Voltage, taunting her as she shimmies closer.
Voltage is unable to do anything other than stare blankly back at her, though the humiliation she is being subject to is clearly burned into her mind. Diva then prances in front of her and begins to frolic around the heroine, rubbing her body up against her. The ever-increasing crowd of young men roar as Diva sets herself in front of Voltage. Leaning forward to display her chest to the crowd, Diva drives her ass into the crotch of the heroine before grinding it in a mocking fashion, further inciting the crowd. Voltage stands there, powerless to prevent the embarrassment she is being subjected to as she feels the soft skin of Diva's ass rub against her thighs, gyrating it into the heroine's groin.
Diva then turns and faces Voltage, pulling her own top down and sensually lifting her arms over her head. With over half a foot of height advantage and the high heels on top of that, Diva towers over the petite Voltage. As such, her chest protrudes directly at the heroine's eye level, Diva's erect nipples just short of poking Voltage in her eyes. Still swiveling her hips and shaking her chest, she inches closer until her breasts separate around the face of Voltage. With the heroine's head engulfed between Diva's breasts, Diva lowers her arms and begins to press inward from the sides of her chest, further engulfing the head of Voltage between them.
The crowd is ecstatic, cheering and gawking at the spectacle, while Voltage struggles to breathe, her entire face submerged in Diva's mammary glands. Diva continues to swivel her hips, giving the crowd a great view of her ass as she continues to suffocate the heroine, who begins to grow light-headed, desperate for air. Voltage sucks whatever air she can off the wet skin of her rival, but she knows that she won't last much longer. The fleshy mounds of skin do not allow her any opportunity for fresh air, but just as she feels about to faint, Diva backs away, leaving Voltage gasping for air, her face reddened and soaked with oil. Diva has once again turned the tables on Voltage, and as he pulls her top up, she winks at Voltage before whispering in her ear.
"You raised the stakes Voltage, and now you will regret it. These boys seem like just the right place to start too."
Voltage does not react, her arms still hanging helplessly at her sides as the now familiar voice booms once again over the loudspeaker as Diva sets herself next to Voltage.
"Well that was quite a show wasn't it?!"
The cheers are deafening at this point, and Diva is loving every minute of it.
"Well now it's time to decide who the winner of our wet bikini contest is."
He then walks back behind Voltage, placing his hand over her head.
"Let's hear if for.... VOLTAGE!"
There are a few sarcastic cheers but even more laughs and chuckles. But mostly an uneasy silence fills the room as Voltage stares out into the faces of the young men. The announcer then lowers his hand and slides over behind Diva before placing his hand over her head.
"Let's hear if for.... DIVA!"
Before he can finish the sentence, a roar fills the room, louder than any to this point.
"Well I guess that settles it. The winner of the Gamma Gamma Gamma Wet Bikini Contest is...... DIVA!"
Diva lifts her arms in celebration and accepts the cheers as Voltage stands impotently alongside her. But as Diva prances around in celebration, suddenly Voltage begins to feel a tingle in her arms and legs, an encouraging sign which she gives her some hope. But just as her hopes begin to rise, Diva steps aside and Voltage is blasted with another stream of the paralyzing liquid, squashing any hope she might have had for regaining the use of her limbs.
To add to the super heroine's anguish, the curtain behind her opens up and a couple of the fraternity guys roll out a large, free-standing, metal stand which holds an even larger Carnival Gaming Wheel. They roll it directly behind Voltage to the deafening roars of the mob. Since this is all happening behind her, Voltage cannot see what is going, and fears for the worst. Her fears are soon realized as the guys who rolled the wheel out onto the stage come around on both sides of her, grabbing hold of her wrists. Voltage feels nothing as they snatch her wrists and push her back until her arms are pressed tightly against the wheel. Each wrist is then strapped into a restraint on the wheel, spreading her arms apart and over her head.
They then grab her ankles and repeat the ritual, restraining them to the wheel as well. Once finished, Voltage is left bound, her arms and legs spread apart and forming the letter "X" against the wooden wheel. Voltage turns her head to survey her binds, but as she does, the announcer describes the action.
"As you all know, each year the loser of our wet bikini contest gets strapped to the....."
The entire crowd, exactly on cue, scream out the response.
"WHEEL OF MIS - FORTUNE!"
Diva stands on the side, smiling form ear to ear as she enjoys the festivities. With Voltage bound tightly to the wheel and at the mercy of the drunken mob, Diva reaches down and grabs her overcoat, carefully checking the pocket to ensure that her package is still there. She smiles again as she clutches it in her hand, the announcer again speaking.
"But before we move on with our game, first let's say goodbye to our beautiful winner... the lovely..... DIVA!"
Diva waves once again to the boisterous ovation before walking toward the wheel and moving close enough to be directly in the face of Voltage.. She leans forward and whispers in her ear.....
"You were right, I did steal the diamonds. But I made sure that I left no clues and within minutes of me leaving here, they'll be sold and out of my possession. So while you're here playing with your new college friends, I'll be getting richer, and there is nothing you can do about it! So you see Voltage, you'll never beat me ... when will you learn!"
With that, Diva smacks the super heroine's cheeks with both hands and plants a big kiss on her lips, drawing a roar of laughter from the boys. She then waves goodbye one last time before exiting the stage and disappearing into the night, making a clean get away. For Voltage however, the night has just begun.
As the heroine's body glistens under the spotlights, her back pressed against the wheel, the crowd begins to anxiously push forward to get a better look as the announcer continues.
"As you know, there are four spaces on the wheel located between each of our lovely loser's extremities. Each spot on the wheel will determine the action to be taken, should the wheel land there. And the actions are....."
He grabs four plaques from the side of the stage and carries them over, standing right alongside Voltage. He then slaps one plaque directly above your head, in the open space located between her two wrists. The plaque reads, "REMOVE HER MASK".
"If the wheel lands here, we will remove Voltage's mask!"
The announcement incites a cheer from the crowd, and a sick feeling in the pit of the heroine's stomach. Though in a physical fog, she is thinking clearly and well aware of the consequences of the game about to be played with her body. They will soon be spinning the wheel and acting on the instructions on these plaques, and should the wheel land in the space between her wrists, Voltage will be unmasked, her secret identity revealed to the anxious hoard of drunken young men, and potentially, to the world. Voltage begins to feel nauseous, but waits to see what other possibilities the demented college kids have in store for her.
He slaps another plaque to her right side, in the open space between her right wrist and right ankle. This plaque reads, "REMOVE HER TOP". This draws a much louder reaction.
"If the wheel lands here, we will remove Voltage's top and all get a look at her chest! And while I'm sure you would all rather have seen Diva's chest, it's not every day you can say that you saw a topless super heroine!"
The announcement incites a raucous ovation, though Voltage's expression is anything but raucous. She tries to squirm and wriggle her body, but it still will not cooperate. She knows that should the wheel land in this space, she will be left topless, her breasts exposed to the increasingly horny and drunken group.
But before Voltage can dwell on that fear, he slaps another plaque directly between her thighs. The back of his hand brushes against the inside of her thigh, causing her to bristle. This plaque reads, "REMOVE HER BOTTOM", which draws the loudest reaction yet and causes Voltage to tremble involuntarily, her soft, oily skin becoming pocked with goose bumps.
"If the wheel lands here, we will remove Voltage's bottom and all get to see just how super she REALLY is!"
The mood in the room has become frightening as the mob pushes closer to the stage, Voltage being overcome with fear and panic. He then finally slaps the last plaque to her left side, which reads, "REMOVE HER", which draws an angry reaction, the throng booing and jeering loudly.
"And finally, to be fair to our guest, if the wheel lands here... which we hope it won't.... we will remove her binds and release Voltage from the wheel!"
Voltage finally feels some relief, knowing that at least there is a way out of this disaster. If the wheel lands in the space to her left, she knows that she can escape the humiliation of having both her womanhood and her identity be exposed. Just then a huge, muscular guy emerges from the side of the stage, his arms bulging with muscles. He takes his place alongside the wheel, glaring into the face of the super heroine.
"And now it's time to SPIN THE WHEEL! To do the honors, let me introduce to you, our very own.... Mongo!"
The crowd erupts, the anxiousness of the collegians reverberating around the room. Voltage begins to mumble to herself, the stress of the situation becoming too much to bear as she fears the worst, but prays for the best. She has never felt so vulnerable in all of her life, not even at the hands of Diva. To make matter worse, she notices, for the first time, flashes of light from various parts of the room. She knows what those flashes mean, and they only add to her trepidation. This degrading scene is being recorded, and as Voltage looks around the room, it is being recorded by several different people. Not only are there still cameras, but video cameras as well. If she doesn't stop this from happening, she'll be completely ruined!
But there isn't much time to fret as Mongo walks up in front of her and stares into her face, alcohol wreaking from his pores. He grunts in her face before letting out a loud belch, Voltage wincing as his breath engulfs her face. He then steps aside, grabs a hold of one of the spikes on the wheel and slowly pushes it down, causing the wheel, and Voltage's body, to dip into a horizontal position. He prepares for the first spin, Voltage trying to prepare herself as well, no matter where the wheel lands. She is about to go for a ride, the consequences being huge!
With a loud groan, Mongo muscles the wheel downward in a snarling grunt, sending Voltage into a spinning frenzy. Blurred flashes of light spin before her eyes as her brain settles into a state of vertigo. Drops of liquid fly off of her body in all directions, sprinkling those around the wheel as she enters into the frenetic spin. Her pale, wet skin reflects the light, though she is unrecognizable for about half a minute or so until the wheel finally slows.
With the wheel gradually slowing, Voltage's brain is much to scrambled to comprehend what is happening to her now. Her thoughts much too jumbled at this point to fear the outcome. The wheel continues to slow in a clockwise direction, her body completely upended as it begins to grind to a halt. With her head pointing toward the floor, the young men burst into cheers as the possibility of the arrow ending up directly between her legs becomes more and more of a possibility. Though too confused to realize the consequences of such a result; her panty being removed; the crowd is very much aware of it, judging by their reaction.
The wheel continues to inch forward, however the arrow passes the area between her legs, leaving Voltage in a horizontal position, her left side pointing toward the floor. Though the wheel has stopped, Voltage's head continues to spin at a dizzying pace, her vision obscured, her brain scrambled. But the crowd was very well aware of the result of the spin, and although they had hoped to removing her panty, they weren't all together disappointed with the announcement of the result, sparking a huge cheer from the crowd.
"REMOVE HER TOP!"
With that, Mongo walks over and, after smiling in her face, violently rips the super heroine's top off and tosses it aside. Voltage is still much to dizzied to comprehend what is happening to her, but her tits wiggle free, bouncing happily. She is now topless, for the entire crowd to see, and as she regains her senses, begins to feel the degradation of the act.
Her breasts are of modest proportions, especially when compared to Diva's, but her small, dark brown nipples are erect, adding to the appeal of her pert bosom. But as she looks out into the crowd in despair, a grouping of especially young men make their way up onto the stage as the announcer again speaks.
"As you know, we have just initiated a new pledge class into Gamma Gamma Gamma. They are four, fine young men who have proven that they had what it takes to become our brothers. So in one of their first acts, in the time honored tradition, they will get to rub oil on the loser's chest!"
Voltage peers out at them from behind her silver mask, surmising that the oldest of the four can't be over the age of 19. But they are all anxious to undertake their task and as the first one steps forward, Voltage feels a blast of oil being squirt onto her bare breasts. Within seconds, one of the youngsters is smearing that oil over each of her tits, pinching her nipples between his fingers while roughly and excitedly kneading the oil into her fleshy mounds. Voltage closes her eyes in shame as her nipples grow hard as a rock, the young freshman having the time of his life, at her expense. One by one, the obviously inexperienced young men take their turns feeling her up, each with a different technique. One of them includes his mouth and lips while another uses a gentle approach, the last of the four slapping and shaking them. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the four are escorted off of the stage to thunderous applause as Mongo once again makes his way forward.
With a deep sadness in the heroine's eyes, Mongo grabs the wheel, gives it a push to set himself, then thrusts it into a violent spin. Voltage's breasts quiver and quake in every possible direction as her body whirls tumultuously around, oil discharging off of her body and spraying the crowd.
After a full minute of spinning, the wheel gradually begins to slow as her left side gradually begins to face the ceiling, the plaque reading "REMOVE HER", becoming a distinct possibility for the wheel's final destination. The crowd angrily jeers, prodding the wheel to continue to spin and, as if to obey their wishes, it teeters on the peg directly over her left wrist before finally landing on the side of the spike with the heroine's most dreaded outcome, "REMOVE HER MASK".
The crowd cheers, as much for the wheel NOT giving her freedom as for unveiling her true identity. They would much prefer to see Voltage stripped naked, but are also grateful that the game goes on. With her head still spinning, her eyes glazed over, Voltage does not fully comprehend the outcome until Mongo walks over and pulls the mask up and over her head, revealing her true identity.
The action acts like a cup of strong, black coffee to the incoherent Voltage, in that she seems to snap out of her stupor and realize what has just happened to her. Her identity has been revealed to hundreds of people, causing her body to quiver involuntarily with fear. She fully understands that there could easily be men in the audience who will recognize her, especially since her face was plastered over all of the New York newspapers after her accident which gave her the super powers in the first place. And with so many native New Yorkers in the student body, she fears the worst. To further add to her horror, the flashes again begin to fill the room, several cameras capturing her topless, unmasked image for posterity.
With the heroine now despondent, devoid of any hope, there still remain two possible scenarios left, and though Voltage was feeling as if things could get no worse, the fact was.... they could. But before another spin occurs, Voltage is again sprayed with the paralyzing liquid, just to keep her in check. With the oily residue streaming from her topless frame, Mongo, who was not much interested in her true identity, quickly jumps back alongside the wheel. But before he gives it a spin, his true motivation comes out as he looks out into the crowd, pumps his fist in the air and begins to chant.
"BOTTOMS..... BOTTOMS..... BOTTOMS"
The humiliation of being exposed would be completely capped off if she were to be stripped naked, an idea not lost on the despondent heroine as Mongo gives the wheel another monstrous spin, sending Voltage reeling once again. Within seconds she begins to feel queasy, drool starting to flow from the corner of her mouth, her internal organs wanting to leap from her body. Her mind is screaming, though the message is indiscernible to the heroine, who begins to dissolve into a semi-conscious state.
It takes close to a minute once again for the wheel to slow, enough time to leave her brain completely scrambled and incapable of clear thought. Though Voltage knew what the possible outcome was, she could no longer comprehend it. But as the wheel slowed, the room grew quiet, all eyes fixed upon the oily, topless body of the super heroine.
The quietness continued as it became apparent that the left side of her body would end up pointed upward, which it did, finally allowing the humiliation to end.
"REMOVE HER" came the gloomy announcement, prompting a flurry of boos as Mongo unstrapped the heroine's limbs, allowing her limp, sweat-soaked body to drop lifelessly to the floor. Voltage tried to huddle herself together to cover up, but she was still paralyzed and unable to move. She ended up flat on her back, left at the foot of the large wheel while the crowd went about their business, almost as if the heroine did not exist.
It took over an hour for Voltage to regain movement in her limbs, but once she did, she was careful not to reveal that fact. Laying perfectly still, she tried to devise a plan for her escape, also eyeing the whereabouts of her top and mask in order to cover herself. With Diva long gone, the task at hand was to, if at all possible, prevent the publication of the pictures and video taken and keep this humiliating event from becoming public knowledge. Several more minutes passed, when finally, Voltage made her move. Though still groggy, she struggled to her feet, unnoticed by the drunken crowd, who was drinking more heavily than ever.
With her top and mask now both back in place, Voltage raced over to the foot of the stage, grabbed the hose and hastily sprayed it out into the crowd, drenching the entire group. Breathing heavily, Voltage stared out from the stage as the crowd become paralyzed, the super heroine able to give them a taste of their own medicine. Still struggling, she nevertheless climbed back to center stage, angrily pushing the Carnival Gaming Wheel aside as she stood erect, her body glistening under the spotlights. With a now captive audience, in her most powerful voice, Voltage addressed the crowd.
"What you have done to mer here today it is not only despicable and immoral... but it is also illegal. I can have each and every one of you arrested for kidnapping, wrongful imprisonment, pornography, aiding and abetting a criminal... amongst other charges!"
The room was now not only silent, but it felt as if all the air had been let out of it. Miraculously though, most of these men seemed to think that they did nothing wrong so the heroine's speech seemed to shake them into reality as they stared at her, listening intently.
"But I cannot afford to let this day's events be made public, so rather than bring in the authorities and have you all brought up on charges....we'll handle this right here, right now!"
Voltage then stumbled off of the stage and slowly made her way around the room, confiscating every camera and gathering them together onstage. She then took one of the video cameras and methodically made her way around the room, filming a close up of each of each and every one of the men in the room, demanding that they state their name and admit to their crimes, on videotape. Once finished, she again made her way up and onto the stage to address them.
" I now have all of you on film with a taped confession. I will be taking these with me and securing them in a safe place so that no one will ever know what happened here today except you and I.. But should any of you ever speak of this, I will immediately turn over the film to the police, including all of your confessions, and bring charges against each and everyone of you. And just so you understand the consequences, the sentences levied against you when convicted would keep you in jail until you are all very old men. So do we have a deal?"
The silence in the room spoke volumes, even though each was still paralyzed from the liquid. Voltage gathered up all of the film, tossed it in a sack and tied it together. Without another word, she grabbed the sack, walked outside and flew off into the night, humiliated, defeated and hoping that her secret identity, for the first time revealed to someone other than her husband, would remain a secret.