Feeling Drained, chapter three

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Angel Falls, USA
The penthouse apartment of Olga and Maia

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Maia closed the door behind her unusually diminutive wife as they entered the penthouse apartment. Olga moved wordlessly into the kitchen and retrieved a glass, beginning to fill it with ice from the freezer. Maia watched her for a moment before moving into the living room. For a brief moment the flame-tressed heroine considered turning on the television but in the end chose against it. If whatever they were watching was interrupted by an emergency report or the news followed a super-villain's rampage through the city, Olga would want to rush out and get herself killed. She instead sat down heavily on the couch and sighed. Part of her wanted to go with Lady Quantum and find this "Atomica" bitch and pound on her with both fists, not only for what she had done to Olga but for what she had supposedly done to other heroes that was far more lethal. The last time Olga had lost her powers it was at the hands of Ilsa Hauppman who had somehow figured out the same trick this Atomica had...except that Olga's powers returned after a brief period of time. Whatever Atomica had done had...

"Hey what are you doing?" Maia shouted, shaken out of her thoughts.

"I am pouring a vodka. I think I have earned one given my day." Olga snapped.

"Go easy hon, you don't have your regenerative abilities."

"Obviously..."Olga muttered, raising the sweaty glass to her lips and taking a few large gulps. "I am still Russian though, I was practically raised on this."

Maia frowned but knew better than to continue arguing with her. The former marine crossed her arms and leaned back into the couch. If Poly didn't figure this out soon, or Lady Q didn't apprehend Atomica quickly this was going to be a long wait with an increasingly impatient and visibly shaken spouse. Walkiria just couldn't get over how...small she looked. It was like a deflated version of her wife. Olga was still fit and athletic looking, but she had lost a great deal of height and almost all of her muscular bulk. Maia didn't want to say anything back at the lab when Poly mentioned how she could rapidly age, but Olga did look slightly older. A line here, a crease there. Whatever had given her those amazing powers had also slowed her aging to some extent and at the moment she was just a normal woman approaching forty.

From the kitchen Olga finished her second full glass of vodka, turning around to the eyes that were studying her.

"What is it?" she asked, holding her arms out to her sides.

"It's nothing lover, just hoping that Poly can get you back to your old self soon. I'm just worried about you."

"I am fine my Возлюбленный...completely unable to help with anything, but fine."

Maia stood up and smiled, "Look you and I both know this is only temporary, like that time Ilsa did this to you..."

"Twice."

"Okay like the times Ilsa did this to you, and I hate to give her any credit, but I think she's brighter than this Atomica is. Poly will get this fixed and things will be back to normal soon. Trust me, please."

Olga nodded, putting her glass down on the counter with a sigh. "You are right. I understand also why I have to stay here, shut away in the apartment."

"It's for your own good sweetie," Maia said crossing over to her dark-haired, blue-eyed beauty, "Besides, you make it seem like house arrest, locked in the hosue with me."

The tall amazon bent down quickly and thrust her tongue deep into Olga's mouth, tasting of alcohol. As their lips crushed together, Olga's hand immediately flew to her partners tight posterior, squeezing it with both hands. Maia in response began to peel the clothing from her now smaller lover. The passionate kiss continuing, both of their tongues intertwined, Maia ripped and pulled the remaining garments from the now nude Olga. As the Russian woman desperately worked to undo the clasps and buckles on her own clothing, Maia scooped her up like a child and carried her into the bedroom. Upon reaching their massive, reinforced bed, Walkiria broke the kiss and tossed her lover playfully onto the bed. She didn't hear the "oof" from Olga as she peeled herself out of her own clothes to stand naked before her. Olga smiled up at her.

"I guess this will not be so bad, da?"

"Da," Maia winked, "This won't be a bad stay-cation at all."

Maia climbed onto the bed, letting the now smaller woman scramble onto her amazonian frame. Olga wasting no time, parted her lover's heavily muscled thighs and immediately buried her face into her sex, probing and tickling her with her tongue.

"Right away huh...I'm okay with that..." Maia purred, running her fingers through her lover's short, dark hair.

As Olga continued to work magic with her tongue, Maia arched her back slightly and moaned. Her Russian wife didn't need super-powers to work that kind of magic. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she bucked her hips to work with Olga's rhythm. The Soviet super-soldier was moaning and gasping into her, a cursory look from Maia showed that the woman was vigorously playing with herself as she worked. The sight made Walkiria gasp and grip Olga's head between her thighs tightly in her passion. Olga's hands wrapped around her legs, tugging at them. Maia bit her lip in ecstasy, bucking her hips quicker. The tongue-fucking had abruptly stopped much to her disatisfaction. Olga was making sounds of distress, causing Maia to bolt up, releasing her grip on her wife's head.

"Not so hard!" Olga groaned, rubbing her temples. "I am not imprvious to your thighs at the moment, remember!"

Maia couldn't help but chuckle at the situation, "Oh God, I am so sorry honey! I was lost in the moment!"

"I could tell." Olga grinned back at her. "May I continue, without getting my head crushed?"

"Da, please continue comrade!"

The former superhuman buried her face back into her Возлюбленный's eager sex. Maia made a point to keep her legs spread wide this time, her arms out to the side, letting Olga have freedom to work. It didn't take her long before Maia's breathing began to quicken, her body throwing off spark of iconic energy as she neared climax. Her moans intensified and the mighty Maia took hold of her lover's hair once again with both hands. Olga's hand was working her own slippery wet maddeningly as she pleasured her wife.

"Save some for me..." Maia gasped out, right before the first shuddering orgasm ripped through her body.

Ordinarily she would have been the one crying out, but Olga yelped out before her, throwing herself off of her body and quickly running into the kitchen. Maia was so taken aback it pulled her right out of her throes of pleasure and replaced it with concern. She bolted upright and moved to follow her wife.

"Olga, what is it, what happened?" Maia asked, her voice full of concern (and a bit of irritation at being yanked out of her orgasm),

The Soviet Superwoman was in the kitchen holding the ice cubes from her vodka against her tongue. Maia arched an eyebrow and shrugged in confusion.

"Your iconic energy," Olga stated, her words slurred from a bright red, burned tongue, "it burned my tongue!"

"Oh..." Maia said, her expression changing to quite embarrassed. "We didn't think about that..."

"Nyet, we did not..." Olga replied, her words sounding more like "Dyet, dwe dud nyot".

Walkiria walked over to her wife and hugged her around the shoulder, bending down to do so. "I'm sorry, are you going to be okay? Did your big amazon wife hurt you?"

Olga removed the ice cube and showed it to Maia who frowned.

"Well it's burned alright, but not too badly." she answered after giving it a look, "If you go back in the bedroom I promise to make it up to you. All you have to do is lay there, this will be my treat."

Maia sat down on the bed next to her wife and ran her hand slowly up Olga’s leg.  “Comfy?” she asked with a smile.


“Da,” Olga replied as she leaned back against the pillows propped against the headboard.  “You may proceed,” Olga said with a regal tone.


“Thank you your majesty,” Maia said as she rolled onto her belly between her wife’s spread thighs.  Still caressing Olga’s legs softly with her hands, the redheaded heroine began to leave a trail of soft kisses up her inner thighs.  Maia had never had a same-sex  relationship before Olga, but had proven to be an apt pupil under her wife’s tutelage.  Over the years, she had learned all of Olga’s erotic zones, the special places that got the Russian heroine’s motor running and set her erogenous zones on fire.  Whereas Maia preferred it when Olga took charge and used a very direct and domineering approach, Olga in turn preferred a slower and more teasing technique.


As Maia ever so slowly worked her lips and tongue in a tightening pattern around her wife’s sex, she couldn’t help but notice how different Olga’s skin felt when it was stripped of its invulnerability.  It wasn’t that it was softer, even when she had her powers, Olga’s skin always felt soft and supple.  Unlike someone like Dark Star who’s skin felt like sculpted metal when she used her powers to gain invulnerability, Olga’s body remained flexible.  But now it just felt … different.  Still soft, still warm, but somehow different in a way Maia couldn’t describe.


Regardless of the state of her powers, Olga was enjoying her wife’s efforts.  The emotional stress of the past day had taken its toll on the Russian, and right now she craved the physical release of sex.  Olga lost track of time as Maia’s expert oral ministrations took her steadily higher and higher, closer and closer to a desperately sought after climax.  The Soviet woman’s hands came down, her fingers tangling themselves in Maia’s fiery red locks as she pulled her wife’s face most firmly against her own overheated sex.



Maia felt Olga’s body respond to her efforts.  She recognized the usual tremors, the noises, the quivers that all signaled her wife’s imminent  orgasm.  As Olga arched her back and squirmed vigorously, Maia tightened her grip on Olga’s thighs and put her tongue into overdrive.  Olga reacted immediately, her body going into ever-increasingly violent spasms.  Maia’s hands gripped harder as Olga’s hips pumped frantically.



“Da, DA !!”  Olga shouted.  “Yes, yes, ahh, ahh, owww, oowww!  Stop, STOP!” Olga screamed as the pain from Maia’s grip overrode the pleasure she was feeling.  Using her grip on Maia’s hair, the brunette heroine pushed herself away and grabbed at her upper thigh.


It took Maia a moment to realize what Olga wanted.  Loosening her grip, she sat up with a puzzled look on her face.  Olga rolled onto her side still clutching her leg.  Maia tried to hug her wife but pulled up short when she saw the finger marks on Olga’s leg.  The shape of her fingers were clearly visible in the dark red marks that were sure to be ugly bruises in  just a few hours. “Olga, oh my god, I am so sorry!  I didn’t realize…” Maia started to say.


“My hip, I thought you were going to pull my leg out of its socket.” Olga said with a grimace as she got out of bed and put some weight on her right leg.  She winced as she took a couple of tentative steps.


“I’m sorry hun, I never even thought, I didn’t think I was using any strength at all,” Maia tried to explain as Olga stormed out of the bedroom, limping visibly.


Maia scrambled to get off the bed and follow her wife back out into the living room.  Olga was standing at the bar pouring herself another large glass full of vodka.  Maia approached her slowly.  “Hun, are you ok?” she asked softly.


Olga studied the glass without drinking or answering.  She watched as beads of condensation formed on the sides of the tumbler and ran down to wet her fingers.  She remained still for a moment before suddenly throwing the filled glass against the wall.  “Блядь!,” she swore in Russian before breaking down and starting to cry.


Maia rushed over to put her arms around Olga’s shaking shoulders.  “Olga, I’m so sorry, please forgive me,” she implored as she very carefully stroked Olga’s back.


“It is not you Возлюбленный.  I just feel so helpless.  I can not go find Atomica, I can not protect myself from my enemies!  And now, I cannot even be intimate with my wife!” Olga sobbed through a fresh round of tears.


Maia just softly rocked Olga in her arms and let her wife sob away her frustration.  “It will be ok.  You are going to get your powers back, this is just temporary.  As soon as Poly find a way to reverse this, you will back to normal.  Just try not to get too upset.  I know this sucks, but we are going to beat this, I promise.”


“You really think so?” Olga asked hopefully.


“I know so.  We have good friends and great people to help us get through this.  It will just take time.  And until then, we can always get fresh batteries for “Mr. Squirmy” and have fun with that.  What do you think?” Maia asked with a smile, referring to the bachelorette party gift FireBrandi had given them.


Olga couldn’t help but smile.  She punched Maia in the shoulder.  “Do not make me laugh when I am trying to be miserable!” Olga protested playfully as some of the tension left her body.  “You know, I think I remember where put the new batteries,” she offered.


To be continued...

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You voted for it so here it is: Soviet Superwoman depowered! Hopefully you enjoy the story my friends.

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