Chapter
Fantastic Four.
Johnny,
Ben, Reed and Susan just landed on the roof of the Baxter Building in the
Fantastic Car. While the engines were slowly going down, the team members
jumped out of the car and spread out in a hurry. Only Reed and Susan stayed
behind and Susan looked at her husband.
"You
realize you should apologize to them," his wife smiled gently at him and
kissed him on the cheek.
"Why
is that?" he asked confusedly.
"Because
Johnny was swimming and Ben fell a mountain on his head." She laughed and
grinned. "And don't count on me! I have a lot to do!
Reed
watched as his beautiful wife went off and disappeared in the stairs as he
thought about how to apologize. Susan went into the bathroom in a good mood and
went into the shower. She hated this travels to the negative zone. Almost as
bad as time travel. She could literally feel the water flushing the dirt and
negative energy of the zone from her body. Longer than necessary she stayed in
the shower and took the time to enjoy it all. Surely the next catastrophe would
soon break over the world and then they would be ready again. Dressed with a
bathrobe and a towel on her head she went to the kitchen where Ben was already
doing Spare Rips.
"Hey
Sue! Do you want some too? There's a soccer match from Germany tonight!"
"No
thanks Ben. That's not mine. How's your head?" she asked worriedly but Ben
just laughed and rubbed his head.
"Don't
worry. I am probably harder than such a stupid mountain! I am curious when Reed
will come to apologize.
"You
know he didn't want you to get hurt." She said gently and he nodded.
"Don't
worry Sue. I do know."
Grinning
she went on but found her brother's room already abandoned. It was clear that
he had left the house immediately to visit one of his bitches. She rolled her
eyes. What did he find in such cheap women? He was a clever guy with a lot of
talents and yet he was with brainless women who were looking for nothing but
glory.
Sighing,
she went into her office. Surely there was a lot of work waiting for her. But
someone had to run the company. So she sat down at her desk and went through
the e-mails she had missed in that time. Some info from SHIELD that there was
no new information about the sabotage. Some mails from different companies
asking for help with technical problems and half a dozen mails asking her to
finally leave Reed Richards.
Smiling she
deleted the last ones. There was a lot more needed than money, power or good
looks for her to leave the love of her life. When she read the last mail fron
some V.S. she sighed and also deleted it. Then she went back to her bedroom and
dressed. Shortly after she left the estate and drove to Chinatown. There she
had rented a small apartment and had it furnished. As she entered the room she
looked around. It was beautifully furnished for this neighborhood. For a moment
she wondered why she was here at all. When she closed the door and looked
around the living room she could see a comfortable chair and a big screen TV.
Another door led into the kitchen and another seemed to lead into the bedroom.
Scratching
her head, she looked around and took a seat on the chair. The television's
remote control was right next to her on the floor. Actually, it was just a
single button on it. Curiously she pressed it. For some reason she was here
after all. As soon as she pressed the button the 80 inch screen in front of her
jumped on. Immediately her pupils widened and her body tightened. She sat candle-straight
on the chair, staring at the monitor, in which a spinning spiral was visible
and which was interrupted again and again by flashes of light. For two hours
she sat on the chair without the slightest movement. Even her eyes didn't blink
once. Exactly after 120 minutes the sequence ended and the monitor simply
switched itself off again. Mechanically Susan took the remote control and put
it back on the same spot on the floor where he had picked it up.
Then she
rose and slowly undressed. Carefully, still without blinking, she undressed
herself completely and laid her clothes neatly folded on the chair. Naked as
she was now, she went to the bedroom. The room was dominated by a huge bed with
four posts. At each of the posts different chains were fastened to which one a
woman or a man could have tied. At a wall stood a large wardrobe on which she
just walked towards. The most striking thing about this room, however, was that
both the walls and the ceiling were covered with mirrors. When Susan opened the
wardrobe she could see extremely dirty and erotic clothes, as well as an
assortment of wigs. Like a robot she took a skintight leather trousers, a black
tank top and a leather jacket out of the closet. She also took a vinyl bra and
a matching thong. When she had finally put on her clothes she took a blue wig
and pulled it over her own hair. When she was finally dressed she shook her
head and blinked several times. Her eyes were reddened and it took some time
for her to recover from the long time of being open.
She knew
exactly what to do now. She needed a trustworthy messenger. And the easiest way
to send a message was to use a messenger who didn't know he was a messenger.
And the information she had stolen from the hard drives inside the Baxter
Building had to reach her master. Vandal Savage had to get that information
immediately.
She looked
at herself again in the mirror and licked her lips. In this outfit it wouldn't
take long for her to find a suitable Stud. In her handbag she found a small
hypospray pistol with a transparent liquid in it. It was this liquid that
contained the message. She would inject it into the lucky guy who would fuck
her cunt and then let him run. Then it would be easy for Vandal to find this
man and filter the information out of his blood.
And so
began her mission. In the worst case one would discover that Susan Storm let
herself be fucked by strangers but not that she was a spy. Her master was a
genius.
Determined
she walked through the streets. Despite all the optical changes she avoided
places where surveillance cameras were attached. On the data carrier were the
construction plans of the Watchtower and since this space station had been
built Vandal tried to get it. It had taken an eternity to get Reed to work as
an external consultant for the JLA just so they could give him access to the
blueprints. Finally, Vandal's work on her paid off. She remembered well how she
had been to college back then. Free, rebellious and above all, highly lesbian.
But Vandal had already recognized the potential in her and Reed Richards back
then. Since he didn't want to destroy his brilliant mind, it was only logical
that he had kidnapped her. A shiver of lust flowed through her as she thought
of all the sadistic experiments he had done with her. The nerve shocks, the
drugs, the permanent suggestion.
And so the
man-loathing Susan Storm went to a summer camp and came back as a purified
woman who immediately dealt with Reed Richards. Friendship turned into
partnership and partnership into love. To stupid but Susan had no clue how bad
her betrayal really was.
However,
today she was almost haunted by bad luck. She did not find a single guy who
showed interest in her. She rolled her eyes and felt personally insulted. With
the dress she just had and that body, she really didn't find anyone who wanted
to fuck her. Insulted she sat in a small teahouse and looked around.
"Cursed!
If I'm away any longer, Reed might end up suspecting something." She
mumbled and sighed. If it didn't work out on the natural way then just on the
backstabbing tour. She quickly looked around for a suitable candidate and was
lucky. Right next to her was a businessman who was absorbed in his newspaper.
She took a pill in her hand and made it invisible. Then she dropped the pill directly
into his tea. Now all she had to do was wait.
The man
sipped his tea and Sue grinned. As expected, it didn't take long until the
effect came. The man's pupils dilated extremely and he seemed to have problems
concentrating on the newspaper. She stood up and went to his table, bent down
to him and whispered in his ear.
"Come
to the toilet! I'll give you what you need, sweetie!"
The man
looked confusedly up at her and his eyes wandered aimlessly over her hot body.
The Exctasy in his blood ensured that he was no longer quite master of his
senses and so he let himself be pulled up by her and followed her towards the
toilet. As soon as Sue had him in the room she grinned and pulled up her tank
top.
"Come
on, you horny goat! Take what you need" she grinned and pulled the
completely foggy man on her tits. Immediately she grabbed the Hydro Spray and
pressed it into his neck. Unfortunately her time was over and she couldn't wait
any longer. As much as she would have liked to be fucked, she now had to go back
immediately. She dragged the man to a toilet and closed the door. Then she
hurried immediately back to her apartment. As expected, there was already a
large collection of bags filled with food. As fast as she could she changed her
clothes again and sent a message to Vandal Savage with a photo of the man in
the toilet.
Susan
stretched out bored. Shopping was always the worst thing for her. Someday she
would ask Reed if he could invent something for it. But here in Chinatown there
were simply the best spices of the whole city! So she picked up her bags and
left the apartment.