Sue felt a flood of despair as she was led into a room full of bikers, sprawled around in chairs, swigging from beer bottles as thrashing rock pumped out of the sound system in the corner. Watching helplessly from within the body of Christy Chung, she was dismayed to feel the rush of lustful excitement that began to throb through the nubile young Asian body at the thought of what was to come. She heard the growling voice of Klein at her side, as he pushed her into the centre of the room. "OK boys, we've taken care of business, now it's time to play. You can do whatever you like with my baby here.
These drug dealing scum were the sort of criminal vermin that the old Sue Storm would have crushed without a thought, but the new Sue Storm was trapped in a body that seethed with perverse desires and seemingly had no morals - in fact, she seemed to revel in all the depraved acts that she knew her dear hypocritical Daddy would never dream that his dear sweet daughter could engage in. Sue tried to control the mounting lust that boiled within her, but it was useless - Christy's perversions were now hers too and the thought of the impending gang-bang with these reprobates was almost enough to make her come on the spot.
Giving in to her passions, Sue/Christy climbed up onto a table in the centre of the crowded room, and began to sway her toned young body in time with the savage beat. Running her hands over the skin-tight black fabric of her tank top, her small but pert breasts strained against the material, the bar-bells through the nipples standing out in sharp relief. Once again, Sue felt the thrill of excitement she had been enjoying in her guise as stripper Suzanne for the past few months. Her life seemed to have spiralled out of control since she made the fateful decision to indulge her secret fantasies, but there was no denying that she was having a sexual adventure that she could never have dreamed of with boring old Reed.
The thought of her husband and what he would think of all this sent a wave of conflicting emotions flooding through her that almost drove her insane. She needed to put a stop to all this, but first, she might as well go with it and enjoy the moment. Bending over she ran her hands over the tight jeans that clung to Christy's perfect ass, then reached round and began to lower the zipper, then slipped the tight jeans down her silky hips, revealing the tiny black thong. Sue felt a shiver of excitement as one of the biker gang leaders reached forward and gripped one of her firm ass cheeks in his sweaty hand. He spun her round and her eyes widened as she saw the fat meaty cock he held in his other hand. She fell to her knees, her mouth opening and pierced tongue extended towards the hard cock as the rest of the bikers roared approval and moved towards her, most with their cocks hard and ready...
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Only a few blocks away, in a secret base beneath a seemingly unremarkable warehouse near the docks, Doom sat behind a massive bank of holographic displays, showing various news reports and surveillance camera footage of recent events. Close by, Namor stood imperiously, arms folded and watching the images on the screens - several of them were showing video footage of Sue Storm-Richards engaging in almost every form of carnal debauchery with an army of men and women, some of whom Namor recognized as old enemies of the Fantastic Four.
Doom gestured with a metal gauntlet and his eyes blazed from behind his mask. "Clearly the Susan Storm we know would never become the whore we see before us if not for some outside force. We traced that influence to Mephisto, and I travelled to his infernal plane with the other members of that pitiful team, but the fools failed to crush the Hell Lord when they had the chance! Now I sense that his plans are moving forward, and since the Fantastic Four are as inept as ever, it falls to Doom to take matters in hand! I feel we are approaching the point where Mephisto's power here on Earth will become too strong to break, and that would benefit neither of us. But there are powerful magicks at work here and we will need assistance from one whose grasp of the dark arts is greater than mine. To that end, I have asked another to join us here."
At that moment, and intercom squawked inside Doom's helmet and he pressed a button on the control panel before him. The huge metallic door to the control room hissed open and Damien Hellstrom strode into the room, and at his side, and voluptuous redheaded woman that both Doom and Namor recognised as Mary Jane Watson! But she had changed. Whereas before, she had been a beautiful model and actress, now she was a vision of lust. As the smiling seductress approached, Doom and Namor - both men with iron wills and deep reserves of self control - could feel their cocks stiffen at the sight of her. She wore a red spandex minidress that clung to her curvaceous body and a pair of tall stiletto heels with ankle straps. Her arms and legs were adorned with intricate tattoos and her various piercings twinkled in the dim light.
Hellstrom smirked at the obvious sexual charge his consort had awoken in the room. "Well Doom, here I am. If you can tear your eyes away from my little pet long enough, we should get down to business. I know you plan to thwart the schemes of Mephisto, and you need my help. I will offer it, once I have certain assurances from you..."
Doom waved a hand. "That can wait until after you explain why this woman is here!"
"Oh, Ms Watson is possibly the key to our victory. You see, the same sorcery that has brought about the delightful change you see before you is also the cause for Susan Storm's new, ah, "lifestyle choices". Allow me to explain further..."
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