There was a sudden commotion upstairs that drew Susan’s attention away from trying to free herself. She could hear Malice shouting furiously at whatever newcomer had arrived and Susan wondered who could be so formidable to set her evil doppelganger off. Not that it took much, Susan thought.
Just then, there was a loud crash and the sound of someone falling down the cold stone steps to the dungeon could be heard, and Susan once more felt the all-too familiar feeling of defeat course through her worn out body as it dangled from the chains holding her wrists over her head. Finally, the body fell in a heap at the bottom of the winding stairs and Susan looked up expecting to see the poor sap who had run afoul of Malice.
What she saw, however, caused Susan’s breath to catch in her throat. Her eyes grew wide and goosebumps formed on the Invisible Woman’s naked flesh.
There, at the bottom of the stairs layed out in a heap was Malice herself! The tall, red-lined collar of her long cape had been twisted around so it now partially obscured the evil villainess’ face and her skintight latex mask with the spikes on the crown was also crooked. Some of Malice’s blonde hair could be seen poking out, a painful reminder of who the villainess really was. Malice stood up on unsteady legs and brushed herself off. She then turned to Susan with a menacing glare on her face, and the heroine couldn’t help but chuckle at how her evil double’s appearance. It didn’t long for Malice to realize how she looked, and with a frustrated growl, she attempted to straighten herself out as fast as she could.
Susan wondered who could have possibly done this to Malice in her own lair, when the sound of girlish hums and leisurely skips could be heard echoing their way down the stairs. Finally, Malice’s supposed attacker rounded the corner and Susan’s eyes lit up in surprise. It was her, but just like Malice before, a her that was very different from the heroine known throughout the world as the Invisible Woman!
This Susan Storm before her looked very much like Alice from the storybook that the heroine had so adored so much as a child. Her golden hair was pulled back off her face in a black bow and she wore a blue dress with a white apron tied around her slim waist, as well as white stockings on her legs. Her feet were encased in black Mary Janes and had white gloves tied neatly around her wrists in a cute little frill. A wide, beaming smile filled her face as she gazed at the worn-out Susan in her bondage.
“Oh!” Alice peeped, her voice was bright and chipper, “Look what that mean Malice has done to you, dear Susan! Between you and me, she is quite the pompous, old tyrant.”
“Are you…” Susan asked with eyes filled with wonder, “But you couldn’t be.”
“Why, my name is Alice,” Alice said, curtsying girlishly for Susan, “Pleased to finally meet you, Susan. My, my. You have gotten yourself into quite a fix.”
“Can you help me?” Susan asked, motioning to her bindings.
“Don’t you fucking dare, you little brat!” Malice spat, and shot out a forcefield at Alice. The villainess howled out in frustrastration when it had zero effect on the newcomer.
“Oh, hush up. You’re being quite rude!” Alice tisked, and skipped over to Susan. In no time at all, the Invisible Woman was freed from her bondage and she dropped down into Alice’s arms. She gazed up with bleary eyes at her surprising savior. Alice, meanwhile, continued to beam down lovingly at Susan, her grin stretching wider and wider. She rubbed the side of Susan’s face and cooed out, “There, there. You’re finally safe, you sweet girl!”
“Can you take me away from all of this suffering?” Susan asked, her voice was weak after Malice’s bondage and torture.
For a moment, Alice’s friendly eyes grew big and her face lit up, “Do you really mean it?/” Alice asked, staring Susan directly in her eyes. The heroine saw almost a crazed zeal in her double’s blue orbs, “Because I can do it. I can take you away from this mean, nasty world. I can deliver you to Him!”
“To who?” Susan asked.
“Oh, we’re going to have ever so much fun! You and I!” Alice said, clapping her hands lightly, “You’ll see.”
Alice helped Susan up to her feet, just as both women heard a venomous roar from behind them. It was Malice and she glared wickedly at both Alice and Susan. Her chest was heaving she was so upset. “No! No! No! No!” Malice screamed, stomping hard on the ground with her towering boot until the tile split in two, “How dare you take my favorite plaything away! Why must everyone always ruin my fun?”
“Malice, you are completely mad,” Susan groaned, and doubled over in pain.
“And we don’t want to be amongst mad people,” Alice said, nodding to Susan as she braced her new friend’s injured body. She then reached behind her back and pulled out a small bottle seemingly out of nowhere with a note tied to it that read ‘Drink Me.’ Alice tossed the bottle to Malice, “Malice, be a dear and follow the directions on the bottle. Trust me. You’ll calm down.”
Malice’s eyes grew wide in utter panic and found herself removing the cork. With a quivering voice, the villainess moaned out, “Nooooo!” She brought the bottle up to her lips, her hand shaking. It was clear she was trying to stop herself, but was fighting a losing battle. Finally, she downed the entire bottle, “Hmmm,” she said in a strangely cheerful voice for someone so furious and domineering just seconds before. It was just as Alice had said. She had calmed down, “Tastes like custard…”
Malice was smacking her lips and then, without warning, shrunk a foot. This didn’t seem to register to the evil woman and she continued her observations, “Now it tastes like pineapple.”
Malice continued to shrink down even more. “Now it tastes like a peanut butter and pickle sandwich, now broasted chicken covered in chocolate…”
Malice continued talking until, to Susan’s amazement, she disappeared in a small puff of smoke. Susan was overjoyed, but continued to be wracked with unbearable pain. Her once perfect body was covered in nasty-looking whip marks and it was clear that she didn’t have long until she passed out. Still, something Alice had said appealed to her greatly.
“Alice,” Susan managed to say, “Did you mean what you said? That you can take me away from all of this?”
“Why, of course I did,” Alice cooed lovingly, “But don’t you want to help your family in the Fantastic Four?”
Susan took a long look over at her captured teammates. Reed was still frantically scribbling on the board in front of him, Johnny had moved onto fucking yet another slut and Ben and Alicia were still sealed together as a life-sized statue. Susan had half-expected them all to be returned to their normal states once Malice had been defeated, but to her surprise they remained in their bondage. A strangely devious look and smile came over Susan’s face, despite the pain she felt, and she turned to Alice, who smiled broadly back at her heroic twin. A rush of excitement flowed through Susan at what she was feeling.
“I think we’ll leave them as is, Alice. The worthless fools deserve to be taught a lesson and more time in the dungeon will do just that,” Susan murmured, and yet another pleasant rush flowed through her. For a moment, she didn’t feel any pain at all, and she looked over to Susan in a look of wonder. Finally, she asked, “What’s happening?”
“Oh, Susan, it’s so wonderful!” Alice giggled, “You’re so very close. There’s just one problem.”
“What’s that?” Susan asked.
“You can’t go…” Alice said, her face winced for a moment and she motioned from Sue’s half-naked, abused form, “Well, you can’t go like this. And you are also far too weak.”
“What must I do?” Susan asked in a frantic tone. She gripped her cheery double by the arm as a mad look came over her face, “I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” Alice said with an overjoyed giggle. Susan nodded her head enthusiastically, and Alice continued excitedly, “It’s ever so simple, Susan. Just take my hands and all of the suffering, all the responsibility, all the hardship that these fools that you have called a family have brought upon you will disappear forever. Susan Storm-Richards will no longer exist. You will be reborn and live happily ever after in Wonderland!”
“In Wonderland?” Susan asked. Her voice filled with awed wonder.
“Forever and ever,” Alice cooed out.
Susan thought over what Alice had promised her, and for a while, the gravity of giving up her old life as a wife, heroine and businesswoman struck her. She would be giving up so, so much. As she thought things over, Alice rose up and rubbed the side of Susan’s face with her gloved hand lovingly. Her cheery doppelganger walked a few feet away from Susan and held her hands up. She then cooed out a brief spell, “Callooh Callay!”
With that, the wall in front of the two women seemed to ripple outwards and then it caved in on itself in a round hole of sorts. The sides of this portal quaked with what what appeared to be blue flame. Then, the black vortex that was the center slowly grew lighter and lighter until it showed an amazing new world with multi-toned trees and plants. At the center of it all was a picturesque green hill and at the center was a lone figure wearing a top hat. Behind him off in the far distance was a gleaming castle. To Susan, it all seemed like something from a fairy tale and her eyes grew wide in a desperate need.
With considerable effort, the Invisible Woman managed to stand up. On wobbly legs, Susan strode forward, and Alice, overjoyed at what was about to happen, quickly turned around, holding her hands out for the heroine to accept them. A wide, grateful smile was plastered on Susan’s face and tears had begun to roll down her cheeks. Everything about this seemed so right. With one final look at the top hat-wearing man standing on the hill, Susan and Alice joined hands and in a blinding flash of white light, the two women became one.
Susan had become Alice, or was it that Alice had become Susan? To the new creature standing before the portal nothing mattered except for the fact that she would soon be in Wonderland and she sighed out a long, pleasurable sigh at that very thought. She smiled broadly and took a moment to looked down at herself. She still wore the blue dress and all the accessories Alice had worn seconds before, but she also felt the powers of Susan Storm still bubbling within herself.
“This is much better,” Alice cooed out, smoothing down the silk fabric of her long dress when a thought struck her, “But it could be better. Malice was surely mad, but she was absolutely, positively correct about one thing and one thing only...”
The former Susan Storm closed her eyes and a new blinding flash consumed her. When she opened her again, Alice looked down at herself, “Now that is much, much, muchier,” she said out loud to no one in particular.
Her new dress was now made of the shiniest powder blue latex. It featured a plunging neckline with a cute little bow at the center that revealed Alice’s generous cleavage, poofed out short sleeves and a white belt around her slim waist. The hem of the dress was much higher than before and revealed Alice’s white latex stockings and her tall black stiletto heels. To further accent her look, Alice wore white latex gloves and there was a big, poofy bow in her now-curled hair. Alice’s face was graced with smoldering-looking makeup and her pink, glossy lips curled in a wide, pleased smile as she continued to vainly take in her appearance. Finally, she spoke, her voice just as cheery but now with an additional husky purr, “Now I am much, much, muchier!”
“That you are, my dear,” came a masculine voice, which snapped Alice out of checking herself out. She turned in the direction of the voice, causing the tight latex to squeak as she moved, and saw that it had come from the mysterious top hat-wearing man that stood on the hill. This man, her prince perhaps, held out his hand for her and she squealed girlishly in utter delight.
Then, without a single thought for her teammates/family or old life, Alice skipped her way through the portal and into Wonderland. The second both of her high-heeled feet hit the plush Wonderland ground, the portal vanished in a blinding flash.
Susan Storm was no more. All that existed now was Alice, and she skipped, pranced and hummed her way up the hill to meet the man of her dreams.
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Susan snapped awake. She found that she had somehow made it to her own bedroom and was laying next to Reed in their bed. In an instant, she found herself drenched in sweat and she frantically looked around the dark room. She was in a panic, and her heart was pounded in her chest. Trying to catch her breath, the heroine soon understood that it had all been nothing more than a dream. Make that, dreams, Susan thought. She was relieved, for the most part, but also a part of her was disappointed. A part that she didn’t realize was slowly growing inside her ever-softening mind.
She slowly got up from the bed, careful not to wake Reed, and slipped out of the bedroom and into the bedroom. The blonde heroine turned on the light and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like an utter wreck, and were her pupils dilated? She furrowed her brow and turned on the faucet. Splashing some water in her face, she thought back to her dream. It had all been so strange and yet, so wonderful as well. The way she felt.
Alice bit her bottom lip and thought back to everything that she had experienced. She rubbed her thighs together recalling the Hatter saving her and wearing that tight, tight latex dress. Alice then recalled what the Caterpillar had said, and then it dawned on her. She was thinking of herself as Alice! Susan’s eyes grew wide and she stared at herself in the mirror with a lost expression on her face. Once more, the Caterpillar’s words struck her and they echoed around in her mind.
“Who...are...you?”
The normally self-assured Susan would ponder this for the rest of the night.