Doom laid his hand on the metal dome that engulfed Sue’s head, while he manipulated the device’s controls with the other. She struggled against the metal restraints but they held her fast.
“The fact that you went so far to act out your sordid fantasy tells me that you are deeply unfulfilled in your normal life. This should come as no surprise! How could a woman like you be fulfilled as a member of that pack of fools, the Fantastic Four? Or worse yet, as the loyal wife of that pathetic weakling, Reed Richards?”
Images began to pulse through Sue’s mind, showing Reed, her brother and Ben Grimm at their worst. Johnny and Ben squabbled like unruly children while Reed pottered about like some absent-minded professor, totally oblivious to most of what was happening around him. Especially the gorgeous and intelligent woman he was married to! Feelings of irritation and frustration she had felt in the past were inflated and enhanced, until she began to feel something like real hate for the men she’d spent far too much of her life running about with.
“However, your understandable frustration with your role as Invisible Woman and Mrs Reed Richards caused you to take on a disguise as a common harlot who danced and stripped for a horde of drunken cretins! Really Susan, is that the best you could do? I expected more from you. I once held you in high regard, but perhaps I was mistaken.”
Now, feelings of shame and worthlessness washed over Sue. She saw herself dancing sensually and stripping out of her exquisite latex clothing to reveal her lovely body. But all around her were leering ugly faces. Brutish men who howled and hooted like animals, their chins shiny with beer and drool and their eyes red and mad with bestial lust for her supple body. They were not worthy of her. They didn’t deserve the magnificent shows she put on for them.
“But I should thank you for choosing that outlet for your repressed desires, because it isolated you from your team-mates and made you leave the Baxter Building alone. Vulnerable and lost in the hedonistic joy of your secret life, you were easy to capture. And now I have you in my power. Secretly, you know that it is where you belong!”
Now, images of Doom appeared in her mind. She saw him standing proud and majestic, his metal armour gleaming, his green cloak billowing and his mesmerising eyes blazing with power and intellect from behind his iron mask. He looked like a god! He was a god. HER god! She should worship him and serve him in any way he asked. She should grovel at his feet and lick the dirt from his shining metal boots. And she should lick more than that…
Doom manipulated a few more controls on his mind control, device, and now the feelings of devotion and adoration Sue felt were inflamed with a terrible burning lust. Thoughts of being subservient to Doom made her more aroused than she had ever been, and now her mind was awash with images of her being his sex slave, doing anything possible to bring him total sexual delight.
Doom’s eyes blazed with triumph and he sneered with contempt as he watched Susan’s lovely body begin to squirm and writhe with pleasure. The restraints that held her only seemed to inflame her arousal even further, and he could hear her groaning and moaning lustily from under the control helmet that was reprogramming her mind.
“You will serve me willingly, gleefully. And if you displease me, you will be punished. That too will bring you pleasure. Pain at the hands of Doom is its own sweet gift.”
Sue moaned with lust as she saw images of herself in a broad variety of bondage and S&M scenarios, tied in restraints and whipped by Doom or one of his minions.
“Perhaps there was a time when Susan Storm might have become Doom’s bride. But you have proven yourself unworthy of that honour. You are fit only to be my slave. And being my slave will fulfil you beyond your wildest fantasies.”
Sue was now wracked with a thunderous orgasm as she understood the truth of this, and that her new life, her TRUE life, was just beginning!
Watching with satisfaction, Doom waited until her body was still and then manipulated the controls for the last time, and the metal helmet began to lift from Sue’s head.
“Now my slave, you will prove your devotion for Doom…”