The observation deck of the Helicarrier medical center was usually a crowded place when there were prisoners in the ward.  It was almost surreal how quiet it was up there today, but when Nick Fury wanted a private talk, it didn't matter where he wanted it... S.H.I.E.L.D. agents jumped to make it happen.  

Ben looked down at the patients.  Natasha and Maria were still raving about their fanatic devotion to Killgrave as sedatives and anti-toxin treatments were pumped into their arms. Johnny was ranting too, but his frame of mind was not nearly so one tracked.  He was raging at everyone in sight. He spent his ire on the medical staff that restrained him and fitted him with the power nullifying collar. He raged at Ben for not rescuing him from his tormentors. 

Ben turned to the director and said "They've been getting crap pumped in 'em for a day now Nick, and their still off their nut. I thought your mojo was gonna fix 'em all up?"

Director Fury sneered "Yeah, right! That purple bastard was pumping his spunk down the girls' throats like it was Mommy's milk! Believe it or not, they're already getting better but it will be a long time recovering. The mind control experts tell me it will be at least 6 weeks strapped down getting treatments  for them and that's just how long it will be before we can let them out of full restraints.  It will be 2 to 3 times that long in the equivalent of our own little agent asylum until we are sure they are completely free of his influence."

Ben looked down in concern at Johnny as he asked "Holey smokes! Killgrave only had them for about a week. He was influencing us for *months*! Why aren't we as messed up as Natasha and Maria?"

The older soldier gave no sign of emotional investment as he replied "Killgrave tends to try to stay in the background as much as possible. He tends to take his time and let his influence grow, but with you heroes hot on his ass, he decided to up the anti.  This is the first time he tried large amounts of sex over a short period of time and its effects were devastating. We had theorized this possibility but up to now, the only long term victim we know if is Jessica Jones. He had her under his thumb for a couple months but even then he wasn't having her give him blow jobs as fast as he could get it up. Even so, it took months for her to recover as well, but here is the real difference... He didn't have sex with any of your team.  Oh, he played Suzy and that hot little PhD like a fiddle, but as far as we can tell he didn't drown them in cum like he did these two.  Added to that, the near constant sex he used this time around also adds a psychological component that amplifies his control. That's why Johnny was messed up more this time as well. Hothead is just lucky that the prick doesn't swing that way or he would be in for a long stay in our infirmary too."

The rocky hero rubbed his chin as he thought over the information before he asked "So, what's the word on the kid anyway? How long is he going to take to recover?"

Nick laughed "He'll be irritating the hell out of you before you know it.  We figure about three more days observation and treatment before we let him go?"

Ben looked back confused "Only three days? If he's not that bad, then why is he strapped down like the girls?"

Fury leveled dangerous eyes back at his friend and growled "Because the little shit irritates *me*! This stupid shit doesn't know how much crap he started! Slorenia is a hotbed to begin with. Purple Man in that environment ain't good, but he's no genius. It would have taken about a week to get a good lock on him and we could of cleared the situation in a simple op. Throwing Ghost Rider and Punisher into the mix that close to Latveria could have caused a flippin war with Doom! Johnny boy is lucky I'm not sending his sparking ass to Wonderland Prison with Killgrave!" Fury's stare softened for a second as he continued "He's damn lucky I had a sister myself or I would have zero compassion for the bum." 

Ben smiled as he patted his friend's shoulder and said "Well, Nick, I consider your givin the kid a break as a favor so thanks for all the help." The Thing's expression took a more serious tone as he looked at Killgrave in the hibernation chamber.  The hero continued "I can't say I blame the kid this time. I've gotta say I wanted to crush the bum's purple skull myself. Took more willpower than I would of ever believed not to, but no promises if I ever see the mook again!"

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In Latveria, sinister eyes observed the conversation. The perspective on three separate monitors were strange as they looked up at Fury and the Thing. Their points of view shifted violently about the room and up to the observation deck. Occasionally medical personnel drifted in and out view or it shifted to restraints holding the observers securely. The sound on each monitor was muted but on a fourth big screen, the most stable view of the S.H.I.E.L.D. director and the hero from the three observers viewpoints was amalgamated for Dr. Doom.  The villain observed the conversation with interest as he effortlessly read the men's lips. As his armored fingers rapped lightly on the desk as he spoke to himself "I knew taking the opportunity to infest Killgrave and his minions with nanobot spy-tech was a worthwhile effort.  Of course Deadpool's healing factor already made the invading technology mute in him and it will only be a matter of weeks before the same could be said for all the captured fools, but already this shows Doom items of interest.  It's no surprise that the Human Torch was incited to reckless decisions, but this revelation of Grimm's need for extra restraint begs questions... What did Killgrave do to Susan to cause such near murderess response.  This is a mystery that Doom must solve!"

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As Sue and Alicia enjoyed a smoke break on the balcony, Roberta appeared to women. "Good morning Susan. Good morning Alicia.  I thought I should inform you that we have guests this morning."

Susan looked at the holographic AI and purred "Good morning Roberta. Who is our guest this morning?"

Roberta smiled sweetly as she replied "Mayor Johnson has returned to speak with you. He sounded most earnest on the phone."

Alicia laughed "I told ya Suzy.  That sugar daddy is hot for my black ass! I'm telling you, one taste of me and he'll be a regular for life!"

As Susan cleared her throat roughly, Alicia realized her error and looked back at Roberta.  The synthetic servant laughed pleasantly as she said "It's quite alright Alicia.  I am well aware of Susan and your discussions.  As Susan can tell you, my top priority is the protection of family. I would never betray that."

Alicia eyed the artificial woman carefully as she asked "Yeah.. yeah, that leaves Suzy smelling like a rose, but how about me? Am I just here to be the fall gal if everything goes bust? And what about *our* family? You just gonna cut those women loose when they start turning tricks again too?"

Roberta replied "Oh heavens no!  Susan has made it clear that you are her ward.  You are family just as much as Johnny or the children.  By extension, the women you have brought here are under my protection as well but not as close family like Susan or yourself. My protection covers them as well up to the point where they violate the trust or security of you, Susan, or the rest of the team and family.  Susan can confirm that I could never betray that trust."  The beautiful avatar smiled wryly as she continued "Besides, Alicia... You believe you may be right about Mayor Johnson."

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On the main floor of the Baxter Building, six men entered via the VIP entrance.  Several security droids guided the men to the nearest elevator to the heros' headquarters. As Mayor Johnson told his security force to wait for him there, he entered the private elevator to the Fantastic Four living quarters.  Just yesterday he had been here and had the most deliciously erotic fantasy of his life! Since then he couldn't get the vision of the irresistible Susan Richards and her enthrallingly exotic new ward out of his mind. Even before what happened at the press conference, his normally puritan thoughts had been banished by his long repressed needs.  For the sake of his marriage and demands of his political campaigns he had long since exiled those needs from his conscious thoughts, but as happens many times with forced purity, the needs denied can be inescapable obsessions given the right circumstances. Alexander Johnson simply had to know what really happened yesterday despite the consequences.

As the elevator opened up, Susan was already in the main suite lobby to meet the guest. The Mayor's jaw dropped slightly as he took in the woman's sensual elegance.  She was by no means cheap or slutty, but then again even yesterday her appearance was far less erotic than now.  Her black mini dress hugged her curvy form like a second skin as the net 'window' up top gave a glorious view of her deep sexy cleavage.  He sheer stockings rose majestically from her black stiletto knee high boots past her high skirt hem line. Her gold belt matched gold settings of her lavish diamond necklace, bracelets, and dangling earrings. Her makeup, while flawlessly erotic was far from whorish as the smoky shadows set off the brilliant blue of her eyes while the brightly red lips and nails gave her the look of a high end model.  The beautiful woman reached out to the man cordially as she cooed "Why Mayor Johnson, what a pleasant surprise." The sexy heroine hugged him warmly as she continued "It's always a pleasure to see you, darling. Tell me, what makes the most *powerful* man in New York City grace my doorstep?"

As the heroine's lush body caressed the horny man he almost lost his load in his pants.  Sue didn't need her lessons from the street to know this man was hers.  His need for her was so palpable in was as obvious as a light house on a dark shoreline. As he pulled back, the politician cleared his throat "Well.. Mrs. Richards... I would hazard to say that with the many superheroes in our fair city I am hardly the most powerful man."

Susan giggled like a school girl as she pulled the man gently into the living room.  Her deep sultry voice replied "Oh, my dear Mayor, there are always strong men and even men of power, but the man that rules is always the most powerful, don't you agreed?" As he went to reply, the sultry vixen purred "And to my dear friends, its Suzy Mr. Mayor.  I do hope you'll consider me a dear, dear friend."  As the man sat in a living room chair, Suzy turned toward the bar and cooed over her shoulder "How about a drink, Mayor?  What's your poison?"

The Mayor was perplexed.  Was this another dream? As he struggled to respond he managed to rasp "Um, no thank you... Suzy... I think I'll pass for now."

When Suzy turned back she had two glasses in hand "Are you sure hun? I have a Kentucky bourbon with branch water right here for you. That is your favorite, isn't it?" The surprised man accepted the drink as he thought that the woman seemed to know him better than he thought.  Maybe this was another dream.

Suzy sat demurely at the chair closest to the befuddled man.  Her stance was gentile but her body language gave more suggestive thoughts as she purred "So, Mayor Johnson, you haven't answered my question... What brings you to see me darling?"

The politically savy man had meant to ease into this conversation. He wanted to test the waters but it appeared that the woman of the house would settle for nothing less than head first dive in the deep end, so be it. Alexander Johnson took a deep breath before he answered "Well, my dear, there appears to be more going on here that meets the eye.  Yesterday I thought it was simply my imagination going wild. You and your friend had me quite pleasantly... piqued. Then at the press conference I was sure that someone was doing... more than dreaming.  When I looked your way you appeared to be concentrating on something you found enjoyable yourself. Anything you mind sharing with me?"

The sexy sired smiled wickedly as she put a cigarette to her pouting lips and lit it. Her reply dripped of lusty need as she purred "There are many things I would love to share with you, Mr. Mayor. What I was thinking is by far the lest fun of them, but I'll be happy to reply." As she took another drag from her smoke and did an exquisite French exhale, Johnson was floored by the display.  This hot sexy woman was not the prim and proper heroine he thought she was. So taken in by his hostess, the man didn't even notice his zipper moving of its own accord as she continued her reply "It's simple, darling, I was thinking how much I would love to take that long hard cock of yours into my willing mouth.  Does that shock you? That Susan Storm Richards would love to make love to a powerful man like you? That she would gladly sate your most carnal lusts with the utmost of discretion?  Of course, the fact that a man is tuned in as you had no idea of the desires and activities of my true passions is a testament to how utterly discrete my services are, isn't it darling?"

Johnson looked shocked as he asked "Am I to understand that you are propositioning me? Are you attempting to seduce me or enlist me as a client?" Suddenly the man gasped "Oh MY!" as he felt a hand grasp his cock and pull it out of his now open pants.  Unlike yesterday, this hand was warm but it delicate skill was similar. He had very little time to think about what was happening when the first kiss of warm lips thrilled his dick head.  The man threw his head back in heady passion as the silky soft mouth engulfed his throbbing cock while the delicate hands skillfully played with his needy balls. When he looked down, he saw a blond head bobbing up and down the length of his shaft. When the saucy minx looked up at him and smiled, he looked deeply into Alicia's evil green eyes and in that moment he was hooked. He would do anything... pay anything to fuck this slut.

Suzy laughed delightedly as she replied "My dear Mayor, since Reed and I broke up we have moved our separate ways.  He has his new woman and I have my new family.  I believe you've met them yesterday. But in any case, while Alicia and I run our service, we also participate in the fun for nominal fees, so you tell me, do we have a new customer?"

Mayor Johnson's elated smile was all the answer the ladies needed. After all, their elite brothel was going to need powerful friends like dear Alexander Johnson, Mayor of New York City.