At that moment in the Baxter Building, Susan Storm Richards had
just sent her little darlings, Franklin and Valaria with their babysitter,
Roberta 3.0. It was such a Godsend that Sue was able to retrofit an LMD with
some of Reeds best technologies and connect it with the Baxter Building AI.
Roberta also seemed to love the ability to get out and about, or at least her
emotion simulations strongly indicated that. In any case, with the defenses
present in the new android platform, Roberta could protect the kids from any
attack and still draw no more attention than any perfectly normal young woman.
This allowed Susan a luxury she had not had since Franklin’s birth… PRIVACY!
Sue had the next three hours planned. First, a long hot bath
with nothing to do but let the heat settle in as she read a trashy romance
novel. Sure, Sue was a PhD holder, but everyone had their guilty pleasures. Sue
smiled wickedly as she thought of her second guilty pleasure; her favorite bath
toy, Namor 2.0. She had to chuckle to herself when she thought of all the mad money
she secretly made off the sales of her patented ‘Submariner’ vibrator. She had
to create a shell corporation to hold the patent and produce the product which
also had the SHE Sex Toy of the Year awards for both 2015 and 2016! Needless to
say, Namor 2.0’s performance underwater was a phenomenal part of the heroine’s
enjoyment of alone time seeing as her beloved husband was usually preoccupied in
the lab when he should be with his wife, but that was another story.
As Sue entered the bathroom, she heard a noise coming from
the bedroom that sounded almost like muffled talking on a TV with the volume
low. As she turned, she would have sworn she saw a shadow move, but that wasn’t
possible. All the family was elsewhere and the building systems would have
detected an intruder, but that didn’t matter now. Alone time was only fun when
one was completely alone so the heroine had to verify that status before she
could proceed.
As the heroine returned to the bedroom she surveyed the
scene carefully and found the only thing out of place was strange flashing
messages on the wall panel near the bed. Error codes with meaningless gibberish
flashed across the touch screen at a furious place. The heroine sighed heavily
as she approached the malfunctioning device, relieved that the disturbance was
this minor. As she touched the screen to engage the reset function, wild static
danced up her nervous system like pins and needles. Sue immediately tried to
pull back but found that she not only couldn’t but that her hand was being
drawn inside the touch screen! Immediately she tried to protect herself with
her force field, but found that her powers no longer functioned. By now the
pins and needles effect had encompassed her whole body and it was getting hard
to think. No matter how hard she tried to resist, her muscles first relaxed and
then actually began to work with the force drawing her into the 14” display. As
she got elbow deep into the shimmering device, suddenly her body began to
shimmer and distort until the display sucked the heroine in like just so much
soda by a straw. When the heroine was gone, the room returned to normal as if
nothing had ever happened.
When Sue popped out the other side of the mystic rabbit hole
she had been sucked down, she found a six armed woman standing in the room,
staring forward at the series of portals opening before her. Sue recognized the
woman as the sorceress Spiral and deduced that she must now be in the
Mojoverse. Whatever spells the mystic was weaving, Sue found that she still
could not control her powers or her body. She just had to stand at attention as
she moved on a conveyer belt. Sue couldn’t look side to side, but she could
count the belts in the distance. There were 37 belts including hers that seemed
to go on forever and now she could see dozens of people approaching the belts.
The first person to get to her pressed something like an old
Star Trek hypo-spray into her neck. Sue began to panic as the shot went on for
a couple minutes and felt like they injected something the size of a stick of
butter into her. That much matter should cause radical hemorrhaging and, that
near the brain, should have been fatal, but she survived. It would be an exaggeration
to say she was good though. Now the feeling of detachment had spread across her
thoughts and feelings. She could feel whatever was injected incorporating into
her biology and engaging. It would be inaccurate to say it was mind control.
That would be a gross understatement. This stuff didn’t just change thinking,
it altered everything in how information, memory, and stimuli were processed as
well. For lack of a better term, it altered the victims reality as much as it
did their mind.
Sue’s panic faded quickly, not because she thought she was
in any less danger, but due to her new concept of reality. As she sighed
contentedly the moving alongside her announced “Agent 3.6 injected and online.
Sue smiled contentedly as another person handed her a clipboard and sweetly
asked “Sign here please.”
Sue looked down at the Mojo Enterprises Contract and smiled
as she quickly read it. Essentially this piece of paper made her the willing
slave of the creature for life, but even though the heroine inside screamed in
terror, the Agent 3.6 inside her made her feel elated at *finally* making the
big time. With a squeal of delight, the heroine signed her life and soul away.
Now as more people arrived, Sue realized she was not the
only person on a conveyor belt. She listened as the technicians spoke about the
other people “Well, the user did say anything about Futa, but there are 10
females and the way he specified end conditions, I don’t see any other way
about it… Fit the bitches with new plumbing!” Somehow Sue knew they didn’t mean
her, but with an extreme act of will, she was able to sneak a quick look to the
sides and was able to identify Medusa and Thundra on the belts nearest her. The
muffled protests of the women were quickly quelled by their own internal Agents
that made this all natural to the women. Deep inside Mrs. Richards, her old
self shuddered in terror at the horrors that awaited her.
The next set of people were wardrobe and makeup artists. The
makeup people were mum as they worked their magic, but the wardrobe people were
far more vocal as they groaned “No, No, NO!!! This white Freedom Foundation
uniform is atrocious!” “So true. It looks like you wrapped this hot minx in
generic aisle wrapper! This simply WON’T DO!!!” “I know what we’re looking for!”
The crew smiled as the shared knowing glances and announced in unison “BOOB
WINDOW BARBIE!” “Oh, I love that uniform.” “Yes, it has the functionality of
screen doors on submarines, but man does it have SEXAPEAL!” “Oh, it’s worth
rating points, no question there!”
As the effervescent wardrobe crew waved what looked like
hand held metal detectors over the heroine’s body, her Freedom Foundation
uniform disappeared and her old uniform from the Malice influenced days which showed
more skin than cloth, appeared in its place. The mega-hot MILF felt her sex
moisten at the prospect of being high on the viewers spank bank list again. In
her new mindset, this is how she always should have been.
As she stepped off the conveyor belt, the heroine trapped
deep Susan Storm Richards shook with rage and terror, but on the outside, it
was the content and confident actress her Agent forced upon her that moved to
the studio. The last crew member to approach her handed her a script and a Venti
Cinnamon Dolce Latte. The heroine smiled excitedly as she sat in her assigned
chair and absorbed the script while drinking her favorite coffee drink. Soon
she was joined by her costars as, one by one, they finished their preparations.
Sue smiled as she looked each in the eye as they passed by on their way to
their chair and she could tell that most of the women were on the same Agent
driven auto pilot she was while almost all of the men were enjoying the
situation for real, at least until the performance was over!