“Crystal!
That’ll be your stripper name!”, chortled Rocko as he stuffed Rocko 2 back into
his jeans and zipped them up.
The bitter irony of the name wasn’t lost on Sue. To take the
name of the Inhuman who had once taken her place in the Fantastic Four was just
another reminder of how far she had fallen since her glory days as the
Invisible Woman. Here she was, about to start a career as a stripper and had
just sucked the cock of her new employer. How much worse could things get?
***
In the lab, Maria stood over the body of Sue Storm Richards in
the stasis pod and laughed wickedly as she watched the expression of anxiety on
the beautiful face. The twisted genius had programmed a basic
scenario into the virtual reality that Sue was experiencing but it could be
affected in various different ways by the choices Sue made. But whatever happened,
the programming would ensure that things spiraled downwards and forced Sue
into various situations that were designed to maximize her humiliation,
degradation and emotional suffering.
Maria had also devised a system that would allow a
visualization of what was happening inside the virtual world to appear on a viewscreen, and she had just enjoyed
seeing Sue on her knees in the strip club owner’s office, sucking his cock
reluctantly but dutifully. Maria savored the look of resigned humiliation on
Sue’s beautiful face as it bobbed up and down on Rocko’s hard cock, and she
cackled with glee when she saw Sue’s throat gulping down the torrent of cum
when he climaxed. Oh, if only Reed could see his beloved wife now!
***
Back in the virtual world, Rocko was giving Sue more advice
on her new career. “You could do with looking at some porn and working on that
cock sucking technique. Rocko 2 likes to be deep in a lady’s throat, so you
need to work on that.”
Sue winced at the thought of watching pornography, but how
else was she to improve her felatio skills?
“And get yourself a new wardrobe, so you look like a
stripper and not a fuckin’ school teacher. Mind you, that’s not a bad idea.
Your strip routine could start with you dressed as a teacher, or a librarian,
or a fuckin’ nun! Guys go crazy when uptight spinster types let their hair down
and show that they’re really hot bitches. You could work on that.”
Sue imagined herself on the strip club stage, dancing in a
nun’s habit, then slowly stripping it off to reveal skimpy lingerie underneath,
while a crowd of lustful males howled and threw dollar bills at her. A fresh wave of humiliation washed through
her, but this time it was tinged with an undeniable flutter of excitement…
“Hey, you could maybe dress as a superheroine too! Guys
REALLY go crazy for that shit. In fact, now that I think about it, you’re a
dead ringer for the Invisible Woman…Hey! Holy shit! I THOUGHT you looked
familiar!”