The Untold Origin of Spellbinder

by Vladi the Wizard 

Spellbinder is owned by Harmony Communications, and Vladi the Wizard by myself. Any similarities between people, places, things, or whatnot are purely coincidental and a figment of my own, and no one else's, twisted imagination.

Part Three - Magical Mage Moves

Chapter Seven - Vladi the Jailbird

Vladi woke up with a headache. It had been a long time since he had been knocked out unconscious, and he had forgotten how bad it actually felt. He was laying on his back, on a rather stiff bed, covered in a overly starched sheet. He could feel a needle in his arm, and the pinching of a nasal oxygen line at his nose.

At first he thought he was in a hospital, as it had much of the same smells and sounds, but as he started to become more aware of his surroundings, he could tell that it wasn't quite as large as the last hospital he was in, Saint Mary's in San Francisco. When he finally was able to blink his eyes open past his headache, he could see why that was.

He was in a cell. Sure, it had the indications of a medical room, but it was the bars over the window that gave him the first clue. That there was a policeman stationed in the room next to the door, confirmed his suspicions.

"He's awake now," the officer said into his portable radio, it's microphone clipped to his shoulder epaulette.

Vladi blinked again and then lifted up the edge of the sheet over his chest and looked down. Yes, he was naked.

"Umm... where are my clothes?" he asked the officer.

"Well, I don't rightly know, sir. I would imagine that they are in processing," the officer answered, with a slight smirk, obviously enjoying Vladi's distress.

However, Vladi wasn't distressed because of his nakedness, as much as he was because his clothes, and thus many of his magical items, were not within his immediate reach. He demonstrated that to the officer by whipping the sheet off of himself, and swinging his feet around towards the floor as he started to sit up.

"Whoa! Easy there, sir!" his watcher warned, but it was a bit too late for the wizard to understand the warning before the room started to swirl around him, and he toppled back onto the mattress of the bed. He sighed as he recognized the signs of a minor concussion.

"I am under arrest, I take it?" he then asked the officer, who had moved away from the door to look down at him, to see if he was alright.

"Yes, sir. For a little bit anyway. We are still waiting for formal charges to arrive from Spellbinder," the officer answered, turning around and returning back to his station by the door. He was a bit embarrassed by his prisoner's nakedness, and a bit surprised that the man wasn't that concerned about his john willy hanging in the breeze.

"How long have I been here?" Vladi then asked, looking out the barred window to the sky, but really could not determine the time, what little sky he could see was grey with storm clouds. The officer looked up at the round clock on the wall.

"You have been here almost a full day, sir," the officer then replied, drawing the mages attention to him, "We were actually getting ready to bring in a specialist NDC General to look in on you." He saw the look on the man's face, and knew the upcoming question. "We have our own doctor here. He is used to handling cases like yours, where we bring in someone that has had the good fortune to run up against Spellbinder," the officer chuckled before continuing, now on a roll. "We used to send guys like you to the hospital first, but found out that it cost us time and money to ship you first to the hospital and then back to the stations for processing. So, we built in a couple rooms for medical treatment at the stations. It seems to really have speeded things along and made booking much easier for us."

"I'm happy to hear that," the wizard sighed as the room finally stopped swirling around him, and he sat up again, this time much slower. It seemed to work this time as he put his feet on the floor and then looked around the small room. He wiggled his nose then reached up and plucked the nasal hose from his nose, then the IV needle from his arm. He looked again to the officer who was watching him, but didn't seem like he was concerned about stopping him.

"When do I get my clothes back," he started to ask, when there was a knock on the door, which then opened and a stocky man in an ill-fitting suit barged in.

"You'll get them when I say you'll get them," the new man growled. "Jackson, you can go."

"Yes, sir," the officer Jackson replied, the 'sir' given to that man much more respectful than the automatic 'sir' that he had given his prisoner. Vladi watched as he went out of the room, and into a hall, which he saw was full of uniforms moving up and down the hall before the door swung shut.

"I'm Detective Giles. I am in charge of this precinct's SHS division, and thus, am in charge of your case," the burly man said, standing before the wizard, casting a shadow over him as he stood between him and the window. 

"S...H... S?" Vladi asked, already not liking this man. It was rare that he ever really didn't like someone, but this detective was just rubbing him the wrong way. 

"Super Heroine Support."

"Oh? And, how many superheroines do you support here, detective," Vladi asked as momentarily thought of sticking his IV needle in the man's neck, but decided not to and put the line on the bed next to him, so that his hands were now free, which he placed on his knees. He didn't want to overly alarm the policeman with any sort of threatening motions. Also, his head was still swimming and he was needing his hands more to keep himself stable more than anything else. 

The detective gave him a dark look, and the wizard could tell that he wasn't pleased with his job. Either because he thought it beneath him, or that it was totally unnecessary. 

"Spellbinder. You know, the one that put you here," Giles remarked with a bit of sadistic glee. He didn't like Spellbinder, who he thought was a slutty showboat, but he really hated criminals, and couldn't deny her making an impact on the New Delta City underworld. 

"Hrmph, yes. I do know, detective. So, when can I get my clothes back?" 

The detective shook his head and went to closet and opened it and pulled out an orange jump suit, which he tossed to Vladi. 

"Here. Put this on," Giles directed before reaching in to get out a large plastic bag and then tore it open. He removed a pair of flip flops and tossed them onto the floor in front of Vladi. He then crossed his massive arms across his broad chest and gave Vladi a look that would tolerate no disobedience or dilly-dallying. 

The mage opened up the orange jump suit, then slowly pulled it on, standing up once he had his feet completely through the legs. His concentration on dressing himself helped assuage his nausea from standing, but before too long, he was clothed. The sleeves and legs were a bit short, but otherwise it fit. He slide his feet into the plastic flip flops and looked expectantly at the detective. 

The detective then reached behind him and his hand came back around, holding a set of chrome handcuffs.

"Turn around, and put your hands behind your back," the man commanded gruffly. Vladi sighed and complied, understanding that it was a policy for police that was almost universal. He felt the cuffs click around his wrists and then the detective took ahold of his upper left arm. Giles opened the door, and then escorted the cuffed mage to the booking desk.

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Jennifer disconnected the call, and momentarily thought of throwing up. She had worried about what she had done to Vladimire all day, and only now, after work, was she able to call the SHS and tell them that she did not want to press any charges against him. She told them that it was because he was involved in an ongoing investigation that she was handling, and needed him out on the streets again.

"Dammit. Why am I doing this??" she swore at herself as she tossed the phone onto her couch, before she plopped down onto the couch next to it. She was the champion of JUSTICE, and justice was honest and true. She looked at The Box before her, and for the first time, feared opening it's lid.

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Giles hung up the phone and looked over at the dark featured man sitting across the desk from him.

"Okay, Mister Meyer, you are free to go. Spellbinder is dropping all charges against you," he said as he stood up, motioning Vladi to do the same.

Vladi was a perplexed by this, but also grateful, as he didn't want to have to break out of yet another jail. He was also glad that they hadn't taken his fingerprints yet, as well, as he would not be surprised if he was still wanted for escape by the San Francisco County Sheriff's Department. He almost asked what the statute of limitations was for escape, but decided not to, as that would be tempting the fates too grandly.

"Oh? Well... that's good," he was able to say, as he was turned around, and then felt the cuffs releasing from his wrists. He then followed Giles to the property manager, who gave the detective a package of wrapped paper, with the name John Doe on it and todays date and a case number. Vladi figured that he was the John Doe, and soon had confirmation to that when the detective gave him the package, and showed him to a restroom where he was allowed to get out of his jail garb of orange jumpsuit and flip flops, and back into his black tunic, trousers and soft boots. His hands quickly roamed over the outfit, finding the hidden pockets and he assured himself that all the contents of the hidden dimensional pockets, including his flying carpet, were still in place.

Detective Giles closed up the file of Vlad Edward Myers and put it into one of the many SHS file cabinets, filing under non-convicted contacts. When Myers came back out of the restroom, he thanked the man for his cooperation, and then had one of the officers escort him from the building, and hoped that he didn't have to face any complaints from his lawyer. Giles did think it a bit odd that the man never even asked for one, even when told of his Miranda Rights. He then dropped Myers completely from his mind and picked up the next file in his "IN" box and went to work.

Chapter Eight - Stirring the Pot

In the weeks that followed, Spellbinder went on a tear, and kept the SHS hopping in trying to keep up with the large influx of arrested (and all to often hospitalized) criminals. Jennifer was feeling a need to atone for her mistake with Vladimire, and had even taken a couple weeks off from her job at the mayor's office for her annual vacation, in order to hit the streets during the day, as well as during the nights. Thus, she was able to surprise many a criminal who was more used to seeing her at night.

Vladi was busy, as well. But, while Spellbinder was out kicking ass and taking names, the wizard was looking for, and purchasing, real estate. He had never had a problem with funding his operations, once he came to understand that value of gold that most of the societies of Earth had. The most difficult task he had in that wasn't the acquisition of gold, which he mostly conjured up, but finding a trustworthy middleman who he could use to turn the gold into ready credit for his usage.

He was also looking for some men to assist him in his goals for New Delta City. He wanted to hire on men who were not morally adverse to doing what he wanted to do, as long as the money was right. That these subjects would be engaging in illegal activities on occasion did not bother the mage, as he never felt the need to stay within the parameters of societies particular laws, which seemed to change from place to place, and time to time. Also, considering the the societies tended to enforce these laws most often among those who were less financially affluent, gave him the understanding that it was "he who had the gold made the rules". And, since he was the one with the gold, he understood that he would not have to worry about anyone's rules, but his own.

Jennifer had wondered about Vladimire, who the SHS had identified to her as being one Vlad Edward Myer. However, other than a name, every bit of information that he had given to them about his residence in San Francisco, or his employment as a Paranormal Consultant, had not panned out. There had been someone with a similar name there in in the Seventies, who had some history with Supergirl there, but he would of been much older now than the age that he had given them.

Spellbinder was feeling better about her contact with Vlad E. Myer, but still was upset with herself for attacking him and knocking him out. It was one thing to knock out the teeth of a mugger, or break some balls of a rapist, but the only thing that she could determine that he had done was to have broken into her apartment. Even then, he didn't 'break' in, as there was no damage to anything. But then, he was a wizard, wasn't he? But, just what was a wizard, Jennifer wondered. Yes, she knew of such from fantasy movies and fiction, men like Merlin or Gandalf, who controlled powerful mystical forces. But, such men really didn't exist.

Jennifer knew that such was ridiculous now, because of her awareness, and acceptance of the power of The Box, which was a powerful magical artifact, given to her by a goddess. Many things had changed in her life since it's appearance, and she knew that many more surprises were most probably in store for her in the future, thanks to the influence on the box by the second god involved in it's making, the mischievous Monkey.

The wizard, on the other hand, was more curious about finding answers to what he didn't know. He understood that the power of The Box came from a pair of gods, but he was wanting to know more about those powers and abilities that had been given to Spellbinder by her costume that came from within the powerful artifact. He knew that he could just confront the superheroine in her civilian apartment, and may have done that in the past, but after her assault on him, he had changed his mind on how he wanted to deal with her. She had treated him like a criminal, so he would treat her as a criminal would then, in return!

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Jennifer had run into a bit of a wall in her offensive against the New Delta City underworld. She was running out of bad guys to arrest. She knew that she should feel happy in that, but she was, instead, feeling a sense of unease.

Spellbinder started to contact her informants more often, and with more aggression than she normally did, hoping to pull out something ... anything that would steer her to some crime that she could stop. She was feeling better emotionally, as she believed that her mistakes of the past have been paid for. Paid for by the criminals blood that all too often had stained her gloves from a busted lip or a broken nose.

And Jen started to get results. There apparently was a new gang that was moving into town, to take over some of the territory that had been left open by her aggressive crime fighting. She wasn't all that alarmed by that, as it was logical that for any power vacuum, there would be someone trying to fill it. At first, there wasn't much known about that new gang, but in time Spellbinder learned that it was primarily in the business of hijacking trucks, and then selling the stolen goods on the black market, before shipping the stolen vehicles overseas to sell in third world countries.

Jen was getting more and more eager to close down this new gang. It was getting close to the end of her vacation, and she would have to be returning to her day job, and thus restricting her heroine activities to the night. She knew that she shouldn't be over-anxious and impatient, that her work at night had been just as impactful as during the day, but she was wanting to close out her vacation on a high note.

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Vladi was almost ready. The men had been hired and the property purchased and prepared. The wizard had even hired a couple of criminal attorneys on retainer, giving them a large signing bonus to assure their enthusiasm in defending his employees. Vladi was never ceased to be amazed by how little it cost for someone to toss aside their morality, and he took advantage of such greed every chance he could find.

He also made sure that his men had a very good medical and dental insurance plan. He explained to him the hazards of the jobs that he would be having them perform, but that he would make sure that they had the best medical, as well as legal, help. Vladi understood that in leadership, the best way to get the best results from your men, was to take care of them. And, his men responded in appreciation as he gave them the finest weapons, best of supplies, and highest of pay.

It was easy then to find volunteers to participate in a special hijacking of a Best Buy truck. The men were given specific instructions, and told to expect Spellbinder, and to resist, but not too vigorously. They were told what to say, and to who, as the wizard didn't want the heroine to be made suspicious by everyone being too eager to give information, that could just as easily be given to the NDCPD, or to a caring paramedic or EMT. The men were also given a few items to be found on their persons, a matchbook here, a ticket stub there, or a personalized keychain. Everything was meticulously planned by the wizard for his next encounter with Spellbinder. An encounter that would be completely different from their last meeting.

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Spellbinder dusted off her hands, with great satisfaction, as she looked over the crime scene. The NDCPD SHS squad was in force, and a handful of men were now in custody. They had tried to hijack a large blue transport truck that was delivering high value electronics to the Best Buy stores, but thanks to some tips from her informants, she had been ready and waiting for them, ambushing the ambushers.

After knocking a couple of the gunmen out, the rest had tossed up their hands in surrender, knowing that their weapons would do them no good against the mighty and amazing Spellbinder. That's what they told her, anyway. They were also quite willing to give up those men that hired them, and she had a good conversation with Detective Giles to exchange information, as he was able to get some more clues from a the man who was going to drive off the semi.

After checking in with the paramedics, who were finishing loading up one of the men into their ambulance and given a matchbook which had fallen out of his pocket, she had a pretty good idea on where the hijacking crew was going to take the stolen semi, and where the rest of the gang would be waiting. With a dazzling smile and a jaunty wave, Spellbinder sped off into the night, eager to finish up this hijacking gang, once and for all!

Chapter Nine - Eagerly into the Trap

Spellbinder drove slowly past the rowdy dive, ignoring the hoots and whistles from the men who were lounging on their Harley motorcycles, her attention to the side streets, as she sought out a particular warehouse.

Finally, she saw what she was looking for, an alley that was wide enough for heavy trucks, that shown signs of recent traffic. There were little lights in this area, whether from design, or planning, or circumstance she didn't know. But, such was not a deterrent to her as her mask allowed her to see very well in the dark, as she turned her motorcycle down the alley, and cut the engine to roll silently closer to her target, looking for any signs of lookouts.

It wasn't long that she saw the glow of someone pulling on a cigarette, and stopped her bike and quickly put down it's kickstand and moved quietly towards the guard, who she could now see behind a number of boxes, catching an unseen smoke.

Her bright red cape as seeming to catch the shadows just right to hide her from the watchman as she stalked him, her three inch heels surprisingly silent. She knew that the man's night time vision would be hindered by the glow of his cigarette, and he had started to inhale another puff when a red gloved fist pounded his cigarette into his mouth, along with two front teeth. Jen caught him and his assault rifle, and slowly lowered them to the ground so that they wouldn't make a sound, as she looked around for any additional sentries.

There were none to be seen, and she took in the large bay door that went off the alley into the warehouse, which was closed. She knew that would be where the trucks would be using, but was more interested in finding the door that people would use. Leaning out a bit from behind the crates where the gunman lay, she saw it, as well as the small camera above the door that was pointed her way. As she didn't hear any alarm, she figured that she had not been spotted yet, but it was a bit over a hundred feet to the door from where she was, and though she was fast, she didn't think she could get from where she was to the door without being seen and the alarm raised.

Finding a rock, Jen hefted it and tested its weight, before leaning out a bit and then slinging the rock towards the camera, left handed. The mask and her gloves gave her arm unerring aim, and she was satisfied to hear a metallic clang. Spellbinder leaned out from behind the crates and saw that the camera was now swinging by a sparking wire, and she launched herself towards the door.

In a blink of an eye she was at the door, and she pressed her head to the steel door and listened. She could hear activity within, the sounds of a forklift and a number of men yelling back and forth. She didn't hear anyone near the door, and straightened up and then kicking out with her right foot, slamming into the door just above the jab, which cried in protest as it failed to keep the door shut any longer. Before the door could swing back shut in it's rebound, she was through the door and inside.

Jen's heart was pounding, as she looked around the darkness. A number of men were using a forklift to unload a truck, while more men were opening up the crates with crowbars and taking inventory of their contents. She noticed another gunman by the main drive through door, but no one else appeared to be watching out for trouble. The trouble that had laid low their outside watchman and was getting ready to lay into the rest of the hijackers.

This part of the game always thrilled her. She knew the risk that she was taking as she was greatly out-numbered. That she was enhanced in strength and speed and skill made little difference to the excitement she felt, as while she was tougher than normal, she really wasn't invulnerable. She had taken her share of lumps in the past two years, but so far she had been victorious every time, and there was no reason to think that this time would be any different. Still, it was a great turn on to Jen.

Spellbinder slowly made her way towards the group of men, moving along the sides of the various shelving units and stacked crates, making sure that she was in the shadows and absolutely quiet of foot. She worked her way towards the gunman first, who was paying more attention to the goods that were being lifted out of their boxes than anything that may come from the shadows.

When every eye was turned away, a pair of red gloves shoot out of the dark, one slamming a head into a wooden beam, while the other snatched the assault rifle from limp hands. She quickly backpedaled and drug the man into the shadows, before anyone could look his way.

'Two down, five to go,' Spellbinder told herself as she lined up her next attack. She would take the driver of the forklift last, the men unloading the boxes first, followed by the men at the truck.

A red, white, and blue spangled tornado swept across the warehouse, and the men all stopped what they were doing to watched stunned as the heroine burst into their midst from the darkness. She had caught them completely flat-footed, and used that moment of shock and inaction to gut punch one man with her left as she rushed forwards, her right hand slamming into the jaw of his partner. As they both started to fall over, she turned towards the truck as the men there were starting to react, hands going to belt holsters to pull free guns. She was across a open piece of ground which the forklift was using, and saw that she wouldn't reach the fastest in time to stop his draw.

She heard the clatter of one of the iron crowbars, and swept her left leg to hook the crowbar as it bounced on the concrete floor, and sent it twirling across the room, where it slammed into the chest of the gunman, who dropped to the floor, his pistol spinning away under the truck. His partner, having seen enough, turned and started to run towards the rear exit, the door she had just entered through just minutes before.

Spellbinder darted after him in a reflexive action, before suddenly remembering the man on the forklift. She turned from her pursuit to face the man in the forklift who was stopped near the end of the truck, and suddenly stopped when she saw his eyes. Very pale ice blue eyes which locked in on hers.

"Vladimire!" Jennifer called out, more in surprise to herself to the wizard in the forklift, who she saw motion towards the ceiling. She stood in the middle of the open area and wondered who he was signaling, as he had spoken some strange word. She heard something, and looked up, just in time to see a large rope net dropping towards her!

The wizard watched as the superheroine thrust up a pair of red gloved hand over her head, catching the strands before they could close in around her. He knew that she would be instinctively going to try to catch and then tear apart the netting, to step through the hole and thus escape his trap. He smiled as he then rewarded with a sound that both thrilled him, and told him that his suspicions about Spellbinder's 'curse' was correct.

"AAAAaauuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Jennifer suddenly was hammered with that shocking strange feeling that she had felt only once, when she had touched the rope that had bound Becky, when she had rescued her from her kidnappers. But, this was a hundred times worse. A thousand times! Before she was able to immediately release the rope that had tied Becky to her cot, but here, the ropes were all around her.

"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh...wha...what is this??" Spellbinder gasped as she strained to tear the strands of the netting, but she could not bring the strength that she had depended on to her hands to do so. Instead, she felt as if her strength was actually going to the ropes that she was gripping.

"So, Spellbinder, it would appear that we have both just learned something new about you powers," Vladi said as he shut off the electrical motor and stepped down from the forklift. He saw the heroine look over at him from the strands overhead, strain on her face that seemed to make her all the more beautiful.

"Oohh... uhhh... What... what are you.... uuuuhhhhh... talking about??" Jennifer gasped. The ropes seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and she was finding it harder to keep her arms locked to hold the netting off of her. Her eyes went back to the strands, and she suddenly understood what Vladimire was talking about. With powers come vulnerabilities, and the greater the powers the greater the vulnerabilities. While the goddess gave her great strengths to enhance her abilities through her costume from The Box, it was the Monkey who had laid upon a curse upon the costume as well. Until now, she had never known what that curse was, though she did have a hint of it when she had rescued Becky.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I am talking about, my dear," the mage answered as he went to the man moaning on the ground next to the truck. He saw that he would recover, though with a separated sternum, but while not running anytime soon, would make a full recovery. Vladi moved around the heroine towards the men who lay on the other side of her, looking to his men to make sure that there were okay, while taking continual note of the superheroine's struggles within the netting.

Jen did. She could feel her legs start to feel like she had just gotten done running a marathon, feeling them getting rubbery and threatening to give way under her. She gritted her teeth and spread her legs a bit wider, to brace her stance as she looked around the room for anything that could possibly help her. There was nothing in sight, and she looked again over at Vladimire as he moved to check on the men laying on the ground near the crates. One was just starting to get his breath back, while his partner would be out for some time.

Her chest heaved, and Vladi took in the sight of her large red and white clade breasts with interest. Spellbinder could tell what he was looking at, and she felt blood rush to her face, as she knew that her breasts were quite prominent, considering her position with her hands over her head holding the netting off of her. She felt her nipples tingling, and her eyes widened as she realized that she was starting to get a sexual rush from her predicament. Yes, she was always a bit turned on while in her costume, but this new dynamic of a weakness to her powers, was stirring her in a way that she didn't want to face. Not now! Not here!!

But, the affairs of heroines and wizards occurred when they did, not when they were hoped, and Spellbinder was now faced with something that she had never really faced before. She had always been the one victorious. She had always been the one that saw her foes taken away in handcuffs, captured by Justice! Now, she realized that Vladimire had the upper hand, and unless she could think of something (anything!) fast, she would be the one who was defeated and captured.

She wondered briefly what he would do with her, and felt an immediate spasming in her pussy. She looked over at Vladi, and knew that her face was as red as her cape, as she was SURE that he had known what had just happened to her. She bit her lip to stifle another groan, this time of a different type of frustration.

"What ... what are you doing to ... to me?!" she finally choked out, as she felt her powers waning even faster. But, as she could feel her strength and speed and endurance and vitality draining from her into the ropes, she could also feel herself becoming more sensitive, as if her nerves were starting to take the power drawn from her muscles into them. Her arms were starting to shake, as were her legs, and she could feel the material of her costume at her legs and arms and against her back and ass as her cape quivered against her as she shook under the net.

Vladi was momentarily met by the one remaining unhurt henchman, who he sent to check on the two guards, before turning his attention back to Spellbinder, moving just to the edge of the netting that was on the floor, surrounding the tent of strands that was being held up by the superheroine, straining to keep them from touching her. He took in her expression, and could see the confusion there. Not just of what was happening to her physically by the loss of her powers, but also happening to her mentally and emotionally by the awareness of what such loss of powers would mean to her... and to her captor.

"I am simply getting some answers from you, Spellbinder. I tried to have a discussion with you before, but you didn't want to talk to me, so instead knocked me unconscious and sent me to jail," Vladi reminded her, with a voice much calmer than she would have expected. "And, since you didn't want to communicate with me on neutral ground, I decided that I would get the answers that I sought from you, on a ground of my choosing, and to my advantage."

"Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Jennifer groaned as she felt her legs starting to give out. She thought of the smart phone in an inner cape pocket, but knew that as soon as she let go of the net with her hand to reach it, the other arm would give way, and the netting would collapse completely around her. She didn't know what would happen to her then, but considering how the rope of the netting was affecting her just by her holding on to it, she knew that having the netting all over her would totally assure her defeat.

Jen looked over at Vladimire again, seeing him standing there outside the net so calmly. She knew that he wasn't going to harm her, as he could easily do that at any time. Just pick up one of the guns and shoot her in the head while she struggled with the net. But, he didn't. He only watched her with those strange, intense ice-blue eyes. His gaze would move to her arms and shoulders, then rest for a while on her flat muscular abs as they undulated under her skin, before moving down her legs. He wasn't stripping her with his eyes like she had seen many a man do, but was looking at her like one would a masterpiece sculpture at a museum, she saw, as she had seen that expression at the NDC Center of Art many a time. 

Spellbinder was feeling helpless for the very first time since putting on the red mask of Chuan-Yin. It was not as terrible a feeling as she was fearing, for some reason, though. She closed her eyes to help will herself to greater strength, willing her arms to tear the strands asunder. But, all she was able to do then was look further into herself, and discover that having someone else in control of her, someone else in power over her, was something that she had quietly, and secretly dreamed of. It was a fantasy that was lost when she had put on the mask from inside the spell binder box, which was now being torn from it's secret vault within her soul by the power of Monkey's curse.

"OOOOOooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Jennifer moaned as her left leg gave out under her, and she dropped to her knees. The tent of netting collapsed in as she dropped, and strands moved in to touch against her body at her hips, back, and boots. The leather of her boots she could sense was giving her some protection against the draining power of the ropes, but the rest of her costume was not thick enough. Satin and nylon and silk did not stop the energy from being pulled from her and her arms slowly started to come down, so that the netting was soon over her head and shoulders.

"Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... no.... I can... can't.... stop.... it..." Jen groaned weakly as her arms collapsed to her sides, and the netting was no longer held away from encasing her completely now. She could feel the strands over her breasts and her stomach as she started to arch over backwards, her bottom going over her calves to rest on her booted heels. She could see a dark shape looming over her, but was having a hard time making out Vladi as he stood over her as she slowly fell over backwards.

Spellbinder could sense that her knees were parted and that she was completely vulnerable to the wizard who was standing there over her. Her skin seemed to catch on fire by the ropes that were touching bare skin, but the fire was one that was not of a burning pain, but of a cool pressure, that seemed to press into her skin, the way a lover's finger would. She knew that she was losing it, that she was going into a strange delirium, but she couldn't stop herself. So it was, that she was thankful when the blackness of unconsciousness finally took her.