Chapter 14
When Sue came back to herself after her immense climax, her mind was still a bit scattered.
“…d..drugs…?...”
“Actually, no. You haven’t been drugged since I uncrated you. It’s all you, Subject Sue. Your body, your libido, your acceptance of your status,” Allamordo declared with imperturbable confidence.
“I will escape. You will pay!” Sue’s eyes shot beams of hate at the man standing before her who was calmly studying his cuticles. He finally looked up with total composure.
“Drop jaw!”
“The hell I wi…AARRGGHHH!” The howl of pain caused by the sudden cinching of the carbon strap around Sue’s ribs rebounded from the walls. The Iron Maiden was proving true to its name. Tears sprung from the heroine’s clenched eyes and her mouth dropped so wide open her back teeth were visible.
“Keep it open,” Dante demanded and walked to the small table and withdrew a flexible pink rubber dildo from the drawer. He crossed over to a painfully panting Sue and shoved the tip of the pliant sex toy into her mouth. “Now, suck dick!”
The eyes inside the leather mask holes blazed in defiance, that is until Dante tipped the remote in his palm side to side before her face. Then those brilliant blue irises were doused of their hate, replaced by a dulled hue of fear and self-doubt.
“Subjects who require multiple promptings do not fare well in the long run. My journals are filled with a variety of sad consequences including psychotic breaks, self-mutilation and the occasional death. Are you to be one of those?”
Still burning from the painful rib compression, Sue reluctantly sucked on the rubber phallus. She drew in her cheeks and bobbed her head back and forth a bit. The taste of the cold rubber wasn’t unpleasant but it was foreign. Sue preferred the warmth of a real penis. She really did.
“Work it all over and go deeper. Fill your throat, woman.”
Sue obliged. She had little choice. Dante’s finger was on the remote ready to give her another agonizing rib crushing if she hesitated or rebelled in the least. That last one had nearly cracked her rib. So, the distraught heroine told herself she was giving herself options, biding her time, watching for every opening. But she sucked on that fake rubber penis like a practiced back-street whore and felt her soul eroding by the second.
Once she had the long pink rubber toy glistening from tip to base under the lights after five minutes of steady deep-throating, Dante pulled the toy out of Sue’s mouth with a nod of satisfaction.
“Excellent breath control, Subject. I am delighted I don’t have to train you in that procedure. A real time saver. Clearly you enjoy the act. Such a convenience…you being a slut.”
“The fact that I enjoy giving oral pleasure and am practiced in it doesn’t make me a slut. It makes me a caring love partner.” Sue was surprised at her own comment. Dante’s eyebrow arched, then he smiled.
“Whatever gets you through the night. Self-delusion or self-acceptance. As long as you perform up to specifications.”
“What exactly am I being groomed for. Trafficked sex slave? Concubine for some rich potentate? Porn star for some heroine peril video?”
“All worthy occupations. Ones I’ve been contracted to provide for in the past, but this one is a bit different: an art heist.”
Sue’s mouth dropped open and Dante smirked.
“Simon didn’t say ‘drop jaw.’”
Sue clamped shut before asking, “Art heist? Why on earth would I need sex techniques for an art heist?”
“That’s only for contingency plans, maybe a guard we might miss in the planning. You can be the distraction.”
“You’re joking.”
“Not really. The fact is, I’m training you to be instantly obedient to any command at the blink of an eye. Therefore, your compliance with even the most debasing sex act serves to assure your compliance with any simple command when on scene."
“That’s insane.”
“No, that’s my procedure.”
“It’s overkill. Completely!”
“No, it’s effective. Proven again and again. And now, time to learn some fun new commands, Subject Sue.”
The fear returned to Sue’s eyes.
That fear was followed by pain and lust and despair and mindless confusion as the training went into high gear over the next ten hours. The pain controlled her behavior and completely eradicated any moves to escape, even when her wrists were unshackled and Sue was given free rein inside the training room. Of course, all the doors were locked, with Dante wearing the key around his neck on a chain. But the Iron Maiden corset ensured complete compliance. The threat of a cracked rib and perhaps a punctured lung kept Sue Richards cowed and obedient.
She was trained to obey the command “Such a bitch” which meant she had to drop to her hands and knees and remain there on all fours until the release command “Up” was given. Sue was also trained to rub a crotch through a man’s pants or up a woman’s skirt. Sue had to practice on her own crotch for 30 minutes until she brought herself to climax. The Drop Jaw command was added to,“Suck Cock” being the follow-up, of course. And those commands were followed in Sue’s training to: “Spread Thighs”, “Present Ass”, “Allow Fuck”, “Allow Cornhole” and finally, a combination of those behaviors under the command “Seduce.” That was the last item on the list of sex objectification training commands that Sue was ultimately forced to obey.
By the end of ten hours of training, Sue had been rendered defenseless, confused and thoroughly compliant. The use of an aphrodisiac drug was re-introduced in the course of the training regimen as were the punishment panties. That combination turned out to be the crushing blow that destroyed Sue’s willpower. With oversized dildoes packing both her holes, the pleasure was overwhelming to the thrusting, bucking, weeping blonde heroine. Her eyes rolled in untold bliss again and again. Climax after climax was pulled from her as she thrashed on gym mats, went fetal on the floor, and poured out sweat and moaning tears in a volume that threatened dehydration. Sue begged for water and followed commands to get plastic bottles of it that she downed in loud, sloppy gulps.
Then, after that, Dante introduced the unknown factor of whether three minutes of untold pleasure or three minutes of unbearable agony would be delved out. That proved far too much for a weakened and bewildered Sue Richards to take. All semblance of willpower evaporated during her ten-hour ordeal. By the time Dante’s watch read 4 pm, his female subject was obeying everything she was told to do. The pain boots weren’t even necessary.
“That was an excellent session, Subject Sue,” Dante commended her and himself as Sue laid stretched out on her back, her eyes droopy with exhaustion. “Long, yes, but fruitful. We’re almost done.”
“…all…most…?...”
The heavy mournful sigh from the blonde secretly thrilled Dante. The training had gone even better than he’d dared hope. He had one final test of Sue’s obedience ready to go. He was about to let her suck on his own cock. Not a rubber stand-in. His own dick! Her act of giving head without resistance to a real penis would be the signal the indominable Invisible Woman was just about ready to be returned to Madame Minh. She would prove she was a broken shell of herself, totally trained and ready to use in the Asian’s plans.
As he stood before the prone blonde beauty, Dante was, for the first time all day, a bit nervous.