Susan had her eyes closed and she continued to smile her wide, joyous smile. Her arms were outstretched wide to welcome her new, freed existence. She couldn’t have been happier, when slowly she realized she no longer felt the wind rushing through her golden hair. Her brow furrowed for a moment and she opened eyes, only to see that she had returned to the clearing from before and saw that the Caterpillar was still staring at her. She lowered her arms to her sides disappointedly, and his eyes narrowed quizzically.
“Not so sure, are you, Susan?” the Caterpillar asked. His snobbish demeanor was even more evident and he tilted his head away from her and took another deep pull from the hookah. He then added.
Susan looked defiantly at the Caterpillar and said, “Yes, I’m very sure, thank you very much!”
But she wasn’t sure, and had pretended to be much more confident than she really felt. In fact, she wasn’t sure of much at the moment. She looked down at what she was wearing and saw that she still had on her Fantastic Four uniform, much to her relief. Although, that wasn’t quite right, was it? The top was still her Fantastic Four suit, with the chest emblem of a black 4 inside a white circle around, however she no longer wore the highly-functional pants that were made out of unstable molecules. Instead, she wore a flowing blue dress with a white apron in front. Susan also saw that she wore black Mary Janes with a low heel in back. She twisted and turned to get a look at herself with a bewildered look on her face.
The Caterpillar blew smoke at her, which drew her attention from her new dress. She breathed in the intoxicating smoke and her big, round blues began to drift this way and that to take in her surroundings. The mushrooms seemed like they were slowly changing colors around her. Her face shifted from its questioning look to another pleased grin and a giggle escaped her lips. Susan’s hands immediately flew up to her face and covered her mouth in an attempt to stop herself when she got another surprise. She looked down at her hands and found that she was wearing dainty white gloves with frilly bands at the wrist. Her eyes grew wide in awe at this latest development.
“Hmmm,” the Caterpillar murmured suspiciously, his mouth wrapped tightly around the hookah hose. He then exhaled out the blue-hued smoke and he spoke, “Time to delve a little deeper…”
Once more Susan found herself consumed by the smoke and in seconds, her vision was obscured and all went dark.
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Susan’s vision was returned to her and she once more found herself in a place far different than the mushroom clearing.
With her vision, the rest of her senses seemed to rush back to her and she found herself in a most precarious and painful predicament. Susan Storm-Richards’ arms were raised high above her head and bound with painful studded leather cuffs that dug into her wrists. The cuffs were attached to another chain that had been strung through an O-ring that hung from the tall ceiling. Her body was stretched with her boot-clad feet just able to reach the floor. Susan’s toned body was arched forward with her back arched and breasts thrust forward.
Susan also wore a black latex open-faced hood and a studded leather dog collar that had been locked around her neck. Her body had been thoroughly oiled so it gleamed and glistened with her every move.
The Invisible Woman adjusted to the new dream without even realizing and quickly began to struggle against her binds. They wouldn’t budge. She quickly gave up on trying to free herself and looked around the dungeon. The walls were made of black leather and lined with steel spikes. That look reminded Susan of someone and then her eyes went wide in realization. ‘Not her!’ she thought as fear overtook her body.
Suddenly, the sound of of approaching high heels could be heard descending the steps of the dungeon. They were slow and deliberate and with each clicking foot fall, Susan grew more and more anxious. But also, excited somehow?
The steps came closer and closer and finally she appeared. It was Malice, Susan’s dark half. She strode confidently clad in spiked latex thigh-high boots with a towering seven-inch heel. She wore a skintight latex bodice that lifted up her tits and a latex g-string that covered her bald sex. Her arms were adorned with spiked latex opera gloves. To complete her menacing look, she wore a tight latex cowl with spikes at the crown of her head and a long, red-lined cape. The cowel revealed the lower portion of her face and had oval cut-outs that showcased Malice’s sinister eyes, lined with black eyeliner. Malice’s red painted lips smiled an evil grin as she proceeded to stroll into her bondage dungeon.
“Susan, Susan, Susan,” Malice purred out seductively, “I finally have you in my clutches. Aren’t you the lucky girl?”
Susan tried once more to free herself from her bonds but the chains wouldn’t budge. She tried to recall quickly how Malice could have captured her, but the she had no memory of it. The Invisible Woman even tried to shoot a forcefield at her evil doppelganger but Malice just swatted it away.
“Really Susan?” Malice grinned, “You know those things won’t have any effect on me. Don’t you realize it yet? I am you! Or at least the you that you could be if you ever got smart.” Malice then tisked her tongue and called out mockingly, “Always trying her best to be Miss Goody-Two-Shoes when all it does is get you nowhere. When will you learn that you, Susan Storm-Richards, are nothing! Join with me, the great Malice, and we will finally dominate this world!”
“No!” Susan called back at Malice, “My family in the Fantastic Four will save me from the likes of you!”
Malice looked at Susan long and hard with her cold, merciless eyes. It sent shivers down Susan’s spine. She held out her hand a whip slowly formed out of nothingness. Finally Malice murmured, “You have such faith. How adorable.”
“They will come,” Susan said resolutely.
“They may come, they may not,” Malice hissed, moving closer to the nude Susan. She gripped the Invisible Woman by the chin and tilted her head up so they were staring into each other’s beautiful blue eyes, “Either way, you will soon accept me.”
Malice suddenly cracked the whip violently against the ground and it made the sound echoed in the dungeon. “This is going to be so much fun!” She declared with an evil laugh, before her mad eyes turned to Susan and she shrugged, “...For me, of course.”