Ultraboy intervenes, only to discover it’s the husband!

Ultraboy landed silently behind the figure and slammed into it from behind, tackling it, producing an impressive ruckus. Thirty seconds later, he was disappointed to discover, upon pulling the mask off that it was the husband, though he’d come equipped with burglar’s tools, a very sharp knife and a set of restraints out of a horror movie…

“Oh, for crying out loud, **** and ****? Why not just have divorced the cheater?” Ultraboy asked to the bruised and bound man on the floor. He didn’t continue on with the thought that the threat to expose her activities would have gotten him anything he wanted in the divorce, because that wasn’t a very heroic thought.

“Lesbian dyke just needed a good fucking!” the bruised man said. Ultraboy heard movement behind him, still out of range of a strike.

“Possibly true, but from the Librarian, who I’m looking for on urgent, planet-threatening business, which your petty, stupid **** has interfered with. I somehow doubt that she’s going to show up now.”

The redhead was coming down the stairs, a golf club in one hand, skimpy lingerie barely covering the rolling curves of her body. Ultraboy looked up at her and smiled, “No need for panic, ma’am, just an attempted **** and **** by your husband, who was jealous of your encounters with the Librarian. I’ll drop him off at jail in a moment, but in the meantime, I need to know where the Librarian is. Do you know?”

The movement behind him grew closer. Ultraboy spun, kicking the prone would-be-**** in the stomach hard enough to ensure he would be incapacitated for the immediate future and dove forward, catching the Librarian in an iron grip and pinned her to the wall by her throat. The raven-haired beauty was slim, wearing a black leather coat which parted at the **** of his pinning hand to reveal a black leather corset, which lifted and separated, but did not cover small, firm breasts. Her only weapon was a crop, which is not a weapon you want, when faced with an angry superhuman. Well, not quite her only weapon, she wore a black leather harness with a large, equally black strap-on, over what looked to be black silk panties. Ultraboy was once again grateful for his super-senses. Though her ebony eyes should have been on him, they were instead on the frightened redhead, seeking reaction…

“Nevermind, I found her,” Ultraboy said, glancing over to see the reaction of the redhead as well, which was fear and concern, for the woman pinned to the wall, not any of the others in the room.