The Nerd

 

By Boomer


Diana turned on the computer and was startled to see the artist rendering of Satan appear on the screen. "What's this?" Then a sudden wave of dizziness overcame the young reporter. "Ooohh..wha...haapp..uuuhhhh." She turned the swivel chair away from the table, trying to stand up, but her legs gave way, sending the brunette  beauty sprawling onto the plush white carpet. "Sooo..tired." She lay there unable to move, as her eyes rolled back and she sank into dreamland.

"That worked great." A pair of old tennis shoes stepped over the still body and went over to the computer, where the intruder made some changes. "There we go."

A few minutes later Diana stirred. " Ohhh..my...head...What happened?" The young woman struggled to sit on the chair, and then sat rubbing her head. She looked at the computer screen and saw her normal desk top array. Turning it off, she then turned it back on the see the usual welcome and then the desk top array. "Was I dreaming?" It took several minutes for Diana to fully recover, so she could begin typing in her journal a report on the bank robbery she foiled earlier in the day.

"I received the alarm at ten, and immediately changed to Wonder Lady. Upon arriving at the Metro City Bank, the simple bank robbery had already turned into a hostage situation with the police massed outside the building, trying to make contact with the lone gunman. Leaping from the skylight I landed on the robber, quickly rendered him unconscious, and securely bound him.

Several of the hostages thanked me profusely, and one young man even hugged me. I bid my farewells, returned to the skylight, and flew back to my home at Pleasant Acres."

Signed,
Wonder Lady

"There that should do it." Diana started to turn off the computer, when a message scrolled across the screen. It read...'I know who you are.' She stared at the message as it continued scrolling. "What..who could this be?" Using all the tools at her disposal the Heroine tried to trace the sender, and was shocked to discover it came from her own computer. "How is that possible?" Then once again the screen blurred, and she instantly felt dizzy. "What is happening to meeeee?" Her limp figure fell from the chair onto the carpet, where she lay unable to move. Several minutes later a hand shifted her long curly tresses away from her face, and before losing consciousness she heard a voice echo through the impending darkness.

"Sleep tight Wonder Lady."

When Diana recovered, she felt a real sense of fear. All of her foes, no matter how strong and vaunted, were tangible. This foe was close and unseen. "What's going on, and how did he learn of my secret?" She rolled over to get on all fours, when another thought struck her. "I was helpless, and at his mercy, but he did nothing to me....Why, what's he up to?" She glanced at the clock. "I've been out for hours..got to get to the warehouse."

By the time Wonder Lady reached the warehouse, it started to rain, and a rivulet of water streamed down the center of the old brick alley. The smell of rotting fish permeated the air, as the Heroine crept towards the run down building, where the Big Man was supposed to be making a huge drug deal. "I'll finally put this creep behind bars." The Heroine thought as she entered the back door. "There are voices coming from the front."

"The Big Man had something else to attend to, so he's not coming." Announced a harsh, high toned voice.

"You got the money?" Asked the man across the table. The drugs are in the truck." He said, pointing to the panel truck parked next to the closed doors.

"I'LL TAKE CHARGE NOW!" Wonder Lady jumped into the open, and slammed her fist against one of the nearby thug's jaw. Several men then ran towards the beautiful Amazon, but each was quickly dispatched by the Heroine. "Where's the Big Man?" She insisted, while lifting the first man by his throat.

"I've gotta get outta here." Stammered the second man as he ran towards the truck.

"No you don't." Wonder Lady tossed the first man at the fleeing drug supplier. She then looked down at the fallen bodies. "Time to inform the police." Flipping open the cell phone she dialed 911, but as the phone neared her face, a familiar feeling overwhelmed her. "Nooo...please..not..again..oooohhhh." Her legs turned rubbery, and she started to sink towards the hard concrete floor, when a pair of arms caught her from behind. "Helllpp..meeee." Wonder Lady struggled, but was too weak to fend off the man. "C..can't...resist...mus..sleeeepp."

"Just relax, you're not in any trouble." The familiar voice rang out in the haze, and the helpless Heroine felt her body being dragged backwards.

"Whooo..arrrr..yoooo...oohhhhh." Wonder Lady's body went limp, and the man lifted her upwards, so that she fell loosely over his shoulder. He then gently laid the unconscious Superheroine in the back of his van and drove away.

It was morning as the dawn light filtered through the sheer curtains, causing Wonder Lady's body to jerk, and then her fore arm slowly raised to her forehead, as those long black lashes fluttered. "Uhhhhh..where?" She focused on the costume hanging over the chair back. "Good heavens, I'm naked." Then the realization hit her that she was not only free to move around, but she was in her own bed. "What is going on here?" Unnerved by the whole series of events, the Heroine searched the computer and everything on the table, but found nothing out of place. Then suddenly the screen lit up and a video began. "It's me at the warehouse....How was he able to follow me there?" She watched herself being overcome by the invisible and odorless gas, which emanated from her cell phone. The scene changed to the house, where her unconscious body was disrobed. A cold shudder went through her whole system. "This is not good."

Within sight of Diana's house, Jerry sat in his van watching the monitor, as Wonder Lady awoke, searched for the source of the gas, and then became entranced by the video. "She still hasn't discovered the GPS device I planted on her belt, when she was at the bank." After viewing the mysterious video, the Superheroine changed into her alter ego, Diana Duke, and when the transformation occurred, her costume slowly disappeared from the back of the chair. "Amazing!" He then watched Diana enter the bathroom, and turn on the shower. "Time to make a move."

Diana let the warm water splash onto her lovely face, then cascade over her large breasts, flow along that hour glass figure, wend its way down her two shapely legs to disappear into the drain. After a few minutes of the erotic pleasure of being stroked in her most sensitive parts, she turned off the shower and quickly dried off, unaware her privacy had been invaded.

Jerry waited by the bathroom door for the woman to appear. He held in his hand a chloroform soaked rag, and when the unsuspecting Diana exited the bathroom rubbing her hair with the towel, he struck by thrusting the rag against her face. "MMMNNPPHH!!" Diana screamed into the rag as she dropped the towel, and twisted her body, breaking away from the attacker. She stumbled backwards extending both arms in a futile attempt at warding off the man. "HELLLMMMPPHH!!" Jerry once again pressed the rag over Diana's sensuous mouth, while wrapping his other arm around the slim waist, pulling her tightly towards him. Her head was forced backwards, as she pounded her fists against the attacker's shoulders. "Can't let this creep put me under." Diana fought like a wild cat, kicking, squirming and pulling at the rag, but it was no use. Her eyes rolled back, and she felt her body go limp. "Uuuuhhhhhh." One final sigh and it was all over.

Jerry stood at attention as the woman's firm bare breasts rubbed against his chest, and then her head slumped forward, coming to rest on his shoulder. He could have her now, but it wouldn't be right, so he lifted the helpless beauty onto the bed and tied her wrists separately to the center post. She started to reawaken. "No no, not yet. Reapplying the rag over her face, he watched those big blue eyes slowly open, and saw the fear in them as the chloroform found its way into her nostrils.

"Nnnnmmmpphh!" There was a weak protest and then silence, as the woman succumbed to the powerful fumes. Jerry placed a dust mask over her nose and mouth, and then soaked it with ether. Making certain the camera was focused on Diana lying helpless in the bed, he exited the house to watch the monitor in the van.

Diana kept waking, struggling, and slowly succumbing to the ether, until the mask finally dried out. Jerry watched closely as Diana awoke, trying to hold her breath, and then realizing there were no more deadly fumes to knock her out, she crossed her wrists, and tapped them together. A sharp flash of light produced a fully costumed Wonder Lady.

"Amazing, simply awesome." Jerry commented to himself. He then reached over to push a switch. "That should do the trick."

Wonder Lady sprang from the bed and felt a weakness overtake her. "Oh no, this room must be filled with that odorless gas...Got to get out of here." She reached the door and turned the knob, only to discovered the door was locked. At first the Heroine threw her shoulder against it, but nothing happened. "Already too weak." She backed up against the wall, and was so dizzy and disoriented, she didn't notice her legs bending, and her body slowly sliding down the wall. "Whoo..ish..this..person. who can flolow meee around, know my ifentity..and defeat me sooo..readily?" For the first time, Wonder Lady knew real fear. She landed on her rear, and then slumped to the side, no longer able to hold herself erect. She lay helpless on her side, unable to move, when her bleary vision caught sight of a pair of worn tennis shoes."He's here, and I can do nothing...I'm at his mercy." She then felt her limp body being lifted onto the bed. "What is he going to do?" A familiar scent filled her nostrils. "Please..not chloroform..don't let him chloroform meeee." Her mind slowly drifted towards the swirling abyss, and then all went black.

The morning rays slowly crossed the room until they engulfed the sleeping Heroine's body. She stirred, and those big blue eyes fluttered. Her star studded panties were laying at the bottom of the bed and her shinny panty hose were on the floor. There was a note on the bedside table. "I'm watching you, my little concubine." She felt shame, loathing, and then a sense of fear, knowing this unknown threat had so easily conquered her.

 

Who is Jerry? Is he an enemy? What is he up to?