Chapter 16
Yet again, Sue Richards woke up groggy and disoriented. Her jaw hurt as did the rest of her body. She felt like she’d pulled a muscle in her neck and in her back, too.
“…ohhhhh…what was the license plate on that truck…” she murmured as she got to her feet. She was sore all over and tried to stretch this way and that to limber up. She looked around the bare room. There was a steel table, a simple steel folding chair that Dante would sit in from time to time during her training, four blank heavily sound-proofed white walls and the only exit, a heavy gray steel door that locked from both sides. Sue knew the key was hung on a chain around Dante’s neck but there had been no opportunities for Sue to get it away from him. Heck there’d barely been any time to even think how she might accomplish that.
For the first time in ages, Sue was on her own in the room and not even restrained. Clearly Dante didn’t consider her any kind of a threat. She tried to summon any smidgeon of invisibility, concentrating on her hands to make them transparent. They did not comply. They just trembled there before her as she held them out and willed them to fade away.
“Dammit!” She was only giving herself a headache. She reached up to her hood to feel for the device sewn inside, her fingers finding the hard edges of the receiver? No, more likely some box that held the receiver that relayed the dampening gamma rays that rendered her powerless. She squeezed on the square edges with all her strength but the protective box was far too sturdy. She then tried to pull open her panties at least so she could remove the two dildoes filling her crotch holes but there too she was foiled by a magnetic lock that kept the panties securely wrapped around her cute butt.
Glancing at the door and then the small steel table, Sue dashed over to it and pulled open the drawer hoping to find something of use, to crush the box, to pry open her corset or to use as a weapon against the smug Italian bastard. There was a very short-handled whip with leather strips that had been used to arouse her earlier. It wouldn’t be much of a weapon. Sue looked deeper into the drawer, finding only ball gags, nipple clips, dildoes and anal beads. Sue heard footsteps outside the door and chose the string of anal beads. They hadn’t been used on her yet, thank goodness. The string of six silicone beads was about 9” long with a looped handle. Sue wielded it above her head, swinging it in a slow and steady humming circle as the key in the lock clicked.
Dante pushed through the open door carefully using one arm. He took in the view. His incredibly beautiful blonde captive wearing the tight leather bondage hood, the figure-hugging corset and the form-fitting training panties was slowly swinging a string of anal beads in a circle over her head with a look of fierce determination.
He actually smiled. “That’s something you don’t see every day.”
“I could say I don’t want to hurt you, Dante, but we both know I’d be lying,” Sue said, advancing slowly as she kept the beads whirring over her head.
“We’ve been over this. It’s either Master, Owner or Sir. And you’re breaking the rules yet again, Subject Sue.”
“That’s not all I’m going to break, you bastard!” Screaming, Sue leapt in the air and swung the beaded string with all her might at Dante’s face, hoping to get a high angle down in a surprise maneuver he wouldn’t be able to fight against. But the man was fast. He ducked just in time as the beads clanged against the steel door behind him and broke apart. The smooth silicon balls flew everywhere, recoiling against the walls and even the table in loud clattering rhythmic crescendos. Sue turned to backhand Dante with a hard sweep of her arm but he seemed to know her moves by instinct and she missed him again. Barely brushing his cheek with a passing whistle of her short fingernails, her frustration bloomed in her.
Still, she persisted, rounding about, she thrust a mule kick at his midsection with a grunt of focused rage. She got through his blocking arm but just as her stockinged foot was about to thump home in his gut, the hand in his pocket pressed the remote there and the effectiveness of the strike was ruined by a shocking cramp in Sue’s rear. The shocking anal dildo spasmed Sue’s body and her foot thumped into Dante’s abs but without nearly the force needed to render him helpless. Quite to the contrary, it was Sue Richards who dropped to the hard floor and writhed at her opponent’s feet.
Dante dropped down beside Sue and delivered a hard elbow to her temple stunning the heroine even more. As the anal shock subsided and Sue quaked and moaned in utter defeat, Dante grabbed a painful clump of blonde hair and leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“Enough of this shit, Richards! I own you. And if you don’t suck my cock for real, right this second, I will kill you. That’s a promise! I will refund my fee to Madame Minh with an apologetic note that you were an untrainable cunt. She’ll have to move on with her art heist using a different heroine. That’s all. Case closed. No more Invisible Woman. I will slit your throat and toss you out like so much garbage in the building’s dumpster. You will end up as a missing person in some landfill on Staten Island. Say goodbye to your beloved husband and your stupid team of heroes, lady!”
Sue sees the switchblade pulled from the same pocket as the remote, the shiny steel blade flicking open as it comes against her throat. Her hair is pulled back, her neck arched, Dante’s hand deadly calm as he holds the razor-sharp knife against the alabaster skin.
“Well, Subject Sue? Are you trainable or not?”
“…iam…”
“Louder, Subject. Much louder and with feeling.”
“I. AM. TRAINABLE!” Sue answered, her eyes clenched, praying it would be enough.
“Then get started, bitch.” Allamordo rose from his squatting position and stepped back a pace from the dazed woman. He put his hands on his hips and nodded down at his crotch. Looking up through a tuft of her hair, Sue saw the switchblade was still in Dante’s hand, held ready to do damage at the first hint of aggression.
I have to do this. He’s beaten me. I’m sorry Reed. I tried to fight. I really did. Have to do this to stay alive…for you, my love
Leaking tears, a dispirited Sue Richards brought herself up to her hands and knees and crawled the short humiliating distance across the floor to where Dante stood. Her lithe body clad in tight black leather from head to ass gleamed under the harsh fluorescent light as she made her way to her foe’s feet. Her sweaty arm and thigh muscles flexed with a wan strength laid low.
On all fours before Dante, Sue looked up at the blade and past that to his eyes. She searched for mercy and found nothing but an almost robotic presence peering back at her, calculating the subroutine of her behavior probability. The voice to go with it was equally unnerving.
“Proceed slowly but with the same dedication and techniques you demonstrated on the fake cocks, subject. Nod in affirmation of my command.”
Sue nodded, knocking a large fresh tear from her eye in the process. She reached up to the suit pants and smoothly pulled down the nylon zipper. The bulge in the dark blue briefs was significant. The man wasn’t even hard yet but Sue realized when engorged it would be a tool of a worthy size on which she’d be working.
Of course he’s packing heat, dammit! Why wouldn’t he be with the way things have gone for me.
Sue palmed the bulge and squeezed it gently through the cloth, nervous with the deadly knife hovering a mere eight inches over her head. The snake hinted at life with a subtle quiver and Sue squeezed again, pulsing her palm in a slow rhythm before moving it up and down, caressing the bulge with earnest interest. Slowly, the serpent began to uncoil at Sue’s quiet but deft attention. Glancing up at the cold eyes above, they reflected nothing to Sue but she knew her responsibility. She reached through the flap in the briefs, took the warm penis in her grip and carefully pulled the fleshy rod free from its confines. It nodded in her hand, pleased to be uncaged. The penis seemed to have more character than the man himself at the moment.
“…c..can you…p..put away the knife? It’s…m…making me nervous.”
“Not at this time. I don’t trust you in the least. I will jam it between your shoulder blades if I have to. Stop stalling and follow the command, Subject Sue. Suck cock!”
Sue wasn’t stalling. Not intentionally anyway. She was simply gathering herself before this humiliation. She was going to do it and do it right. Living was all that mattered now!
Sucking cock isn’t torture, Sue. It isn’t torture. You actually enjoy it. Just close your mind and just let go. Think of Reed. Oh, hell no! That’s wrong! Think of nothing but the physical sensation. Be the mouth. Savor the dick. Lose yourself, girl. It’s the only way to get through this! Lose yourself to the penis, the warmth, the flesh. Come on, Sue. Make this happen!!
With an open mouth and a firm guiding hand, Sue began. She followed the command as demanded. She sucked the head of the penis in front of her, popping her lips before running her tongue over the mushroom tip to leave it glistening and bobbing in the light. She drizzled saliva strings on the gland and took in the generous length and sucked in her cheeks and gave glory to the cock. Head bobbing, mouth slurping, humming with the motions of her hands and nodding head, Sue delivered her best work with gusto. Her mind concentrated only on the task, making this penis glow with the heat of arousal, the engorgement of delight, the flush of need.
Sue stroked the shaft with a glistening slippery hand, she throated him fully, she caressed his balls and tickled his inner thigh. Everything required to bring the snake to full length, to bobbing ecstatic luxury she did. And despite herself, she found that she was enjoying the process. She’d always loved the game that blow jobs were for her. The control she felt over the dick she was playing like an instrument. The feel of the full cock in her mouth, the sensation of the warm flesh rolling against her lips. So, she concentrated on that pleasure alone…for her own peace of mind and the delight of the man she serviced.
The arpeggio she performed on the cock was brilliant, from staccato attention up and down the shaft to full-fingered chords that gripped him tightly and held down the excitement, squeezing the thrill off so it could build more slowly in the afterward. Beethoven never provided more finales, more closing crescendos in his symphonies than Sue offered.
From the heights of Dante’s raging hard-on, Sue would then coax him down with a sudden quiet teasing delight, suckling at his balls with soft gentle nips that built up a painful need in the man’s gonads, Sue suspected. She’d done this before and knew her craft well. In fact, she felt her own nipples harden and her loins getting moist. Sexual pleasure in the service of a penis was her reward as well as the man’s. And it blossomed in Sue with a familiar heat; a fact of her nature.
Once Dante was straining and becalmed, Sue then raised the stakes yet again, bringing the man’s cock to the brink with jerking hands and a fully encompassing mouth. She delivered to him the fulsome joy of getting head from a willing woman. She yanked him up figuratively and literally to the very pinnacle of passion. He even groaned aloud in one moment and teetered on shaky legs. On her knees before him, the famous heroine in the sleek black leather outfit of his own design gave of herself without reservation, desperate to please so she would live another day.
The moment was close now. Sue held his shaft as she worked his cock with her mouth, deep throating him over and over and over with a relentless mechanical insistence that seemed to match the robotic nature of the man she served. She hilted him now, enclosing his full length with her throat, her eyes fixed on the dark curly pubic hair before her. She didn’t gag but she croaked in a way that she knew dominant men loved. Pretending his size was too much for her. It wasn’t, of course, but he was too much the narcissist to care, so she gave him that, too.
She fingered his balls and backed her head up and went deep again, burying her nose in his tuft of dark, feathery pubes so it grazed his skin. That did the trick. She felt the palms of his hands cup the back of her head, resting lightly there and only pressing her head forward an extra inch as Dante’s breath caught with a moan. His eyes rolled up slightly and his body froze momentarily before he released a thick jet of hot jizz into Sue’s belly. It was followed by another, equally generous and warm. This gave Sue a flush of accomplishment that she simultaneously appreciated and detested. There was another jerk, a third splatter down her gullet before, unexpectedly, Dante yanked the dick out of her throat and spurted yet more cum from his dick, hosing a thick clot onto Sue’s face just under her eye. And then another spurt on her upper lip and more clots on her cheeks and her chin. The man had reservoirs she hadn’t expected. Much more than Reed ever expelled. Or anyone in her experience.
Fuck this guy! He’s a fucking animal. I’m a mess! I’m a fucking mess!
Sue tried to pull away but the hands cupping her head clamped down and the penis, shockingly stiff still, batted at her face, smearing cum on her cheeks, pasting it against her lips and sticking it onto her eyelids. Helplessly held in place on her knees with her head locked in a death grip of male dominance and satisfaction, the shocked heroine was shamed into realizing she had the face of a dazed cum slut. Her humiliation and defeat were nothing short of absolute!
It was then, in the very throes of her ultimate depression with her head clamped tightly in place and her semen-glazed face staring at the now deflating cock before her, that Sue saw in her peripheral vision the switchblade. It must have been dropped during Dante’s orgasm. It lay on the floor just inches from her fingertips. Beckoning retaliation.