"And they Will obey my commands?" Ms Menace, now the white queen of the Hellfire club, demanded as she pressed Peter Parker up against the wall of Reed Richard's laboratory. He had been able to re-purpose some of Mr Fantastic's equipment and fashion
a mind-control collar that would give her complete control of anyone wearing it, so long as she had the master control headset on her head.
"As long...." he gasped as she squeezed his neck, "as it isn't damaged....." he said as she tossed him to the ground.
"I told you to use the vibranium!" she shouted angrily.
"There was...only enough for the master control," he replied as he massaged his throat. "Unless you invade Wakanda, there's no way of getting any more. Or if you melt Captain America's shield. But that will only be enough for you to control the Fantastic
Four..."
"And yourself," she smirked as she turned her goddess-like body around to face him. "I'm not just going to let you run around free while I take over the entire planet," she said with cold sensuality as she flaunted her completely naked body for him to
see. "Not until you can prove your unyielding devotion to me....now put one of those collars on," she ordered.
"Once I do," he replied with a shaky tone, not wanting to earn her wrath. "my higher brain functions will be over-written. I won't be able to make any more. And all my notes are mental ones," he continued, praying that his excuse would be enough to spare
him becoming a mindless drone.
"You planned it that way," Ms Menace cooed as she sauntered over, and pressed her extremely firm breasts into his face. "Didn't you, spider-man?" She continued as she forced him back, against the wall. "I'll tell you what," she whispered into his ear.
"If the test goes well today, you get a four-way with me, MoonBitch and the Invisible Whore," she continued as she lifted him into the air with one hand, and kissed his neck. "But if it goes wrong, then I start breaking bones. Am I clear?"
"Very," he moaned as she set him down and put on the headpiece.
*********<Resistance Hideout:
In lumbered the Thing and Human Torch. Both of whom were wearing collars around their neck and bore glazed-over expressions that told Nick Fury that they were being mind-controlled by someone. Most likely the Invisible Woman, who was now the head of the
hellfire club.
He, however, knew enough to not engage them in a fight. He simply didn't have the firepower to break through the Thing's skin, all the while keeping out of the Human Torch's range. So that was why he shut the trap door behind him before they were noticed.
"Where to?" Electro asked as he sparked, providing some light for them.
"There's an old S.H.I.E.L.D bunker," Nick replied hastily, "in that direction fifty miles out of the city. We can call for help from there," he finished.
"No offense," Wolverine grunted. "But who can we call? The Avengers, Fantastic Four and X-men are all out of commission, unless you count the psycho bitches," he spat as they walked.
"Latveria," Nick replied.