Chapter 21
Sue struggled out of consciousness with a piercing headache, a sour stomach and a deep sense of lethargy that was hard to shake. Her mouth felt cottony and she knew her breath was probably lethal. She needed to get up and use the bathroom, not just to pee but to splash water on her face, brush her teeth and climb back into being a human; a responsible human who had to deal with a bad hangover.
The thing was, she couldn’t do that because when she went to throw off her sheet and blanket, Sue suddenly realized she was completely naked with her wrists and ankles tied down to her bed corners. Looking left and right, she saw thick white cotton rope coiled around her appendages and stretching down out of sight. She struggled mightily but immediately realized the bindings were far too tight. And for some reason, she had no powers again. She didn’t feel the punishment hood on or its nullifying receiver but the power cancellation technology must have been installed somewhere nearby.
“What the hell! Where are you, Allamardo?! How did you get in here? How did you get past Reed’s security? It’s the best in the world!”
Casually sauntering out of the bathroom, the sadistic psychologist was wiping his hands with a hand towel that he then draped over the back of a comfortable armchair set by the bathroom door.
“If that’s Mr. Fantastic’s best effort, I can’t imagine he’s much good at anything, including his bedroom skills, Subject Susan.”
“I’m not your subject. Release me at once! I escaped you once, I can do it again.”
“Not this time you won’t, blondie. I have special leverage this time.” Gesturing at the closet door on the far side of the armchair, Dante smirks at Sue from the end of her bed. “I’ve got hubby bound up nice and tight in there. You will let me have my pleasure with you or things will not go well for Mr. Fantastic. In fact, they will go fatally wrong, I’d say.”
“You’re a lying sack of shit. Reed is in the Sudan as we speak.”
“Uh uhh, stupid Sue. Reedy boy came rushing back in his sonic booming FantastiCar after your phone call. You think he bought that bullshit story you told him about that meth bust? You must think Reed is as dumb as I do. We both know the truth about that. Smart in science, total feeb in the emotional IQ department. He was all too easy to distract and capture with a liquid nitrogen spray when he came dashing into the empty lobby downstairs in the middle of the night.”
“It’s not true,” whined Sue. But looking under the crack of the closet door, she definitely saw a moving shadow there. And then there was a muffled cry of what sounded like “Sue!” by someone who was probably cleave gagged, followed by some mild thumping against the door.
“I’m afraid it is true, champ. You know that I’ve been two or three moves ahead of you since we grabbed you on the street. My psych profile of you is perfection itself. For example, it says you not only will go down on me to save Reed but that you’ll enjoy it. So, let’s do that right now, shall we?”
The wiry man unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and fished his penis out of his black satin boxers. It is the same healthy rod that had been punishing Sue for hours and hours of her captivity back in Dante’s condo. And now it was here, waving in the air right before her as she laid helplessly bound in her own bed! The sight of it filled Sue with dread and a familiarity at the same time. She knew every contour of this dick by now, and knew, too, its likes and sensitivities. So, with no options and her husband’s life at risk, she watched Dante still wearing his dress shirt kneel on the end of the bed and eagerly make his way up it, until the head of his prick was inches from her mouth while his bare knees straddled her torso. She heard his expected command and obeyed.
“Suck on it, Sue.”
Lifting her head, Sue opened wide and took the entire cock in her throat in one smooth arc forward, letting its head tickle her tonsils as she closed her lips over the warm flesh and slid her head back and forth with very speedy strokes. She wanted to bring this dick and this man to a fast climax, getting it over as soon as possible. But then two very strong hands grabbed her by the hair close to her skull and yanked her head back, disgorging the cock.
“What’s the rush, Suzy Q? Make this last, Reed’s not going anywhere soon, we’ve got plenty of time, right?”
Sue said nothing, just looked up into the cold reptilian eyes staring back down at her.
“Right?” Allamordo said again, ice hanging off his word.
“…r…right…” Sue mumbled. She felt the hands relax their grip slightly in her hair and went about her blow job with her typical expertise and fervor. She kissed and licked the fat head of the penis, making it gleam with her foamy drool. She sucked balls, used her teeth gently to excite his nutsack with the most careful attention, rubbing the surface of them against the base of his dick, using every trick she knew to bring the shaft to a stiffness that had her heady with delight at not just her own technique but at the thrill of having a big fat penis all for herself. Sue really did love giving head. She loved the taste of cock, the feel of one in her mouth, pressing down her throat, filling her oral cavity to its utmost. Dante was enjoying the full benefits of her concentration, her dedication, her fixation.
Lost in the moment, Sue gobbled him up like candy and before she knew it, she’d overshot herself and Dante’s dick ejaculated with sudden force and fury down her throat. His hands renewed his grip on her scalp and he milked himself into her, slowly easing his penis back and forth, to elicit every final spasm of joy possible, every spewing spray of jizz of which he was possible. Sue relaxed her throat completely and let it happen. Quietly pleased at the sensation despite the circumstances. What could she do anyway? It was completely out of her control.
The moment Dante pulled out of her mouth Sue swallowed his load with two throaty gulps.
The bastard then patted her on the head as he swung his leg away and got off the bed, saying, “Good girl” like she was his pet. That incensed her more than the entire humiliation of the blowjob. By far.
Bending down, Dante reached beside the bed and pulled on something and the ropes magically went slack. He gestured at the closet door. “You are free to rescue your pathetic husband, now that I’ve made my point. You’re nothing but a slut, Invisible Woman. An immorally perverse, cock-loving, jizz-sucking tool who can be easily had for the cost of a trip to the local mall.”
“What? What are you talking about?” Sue quickly pulled out of the loose cotton rope and unwound it off her arms and legs and stood up on the plush carpet in her bare feet, not even bothering to cover up her nakedness. She hesitated for a second, scared to see how badly Reed might have been injured, then ran to the closet door and yanked it open. Her husband wasn’t there at all. She was staring at a trio of things she took a moment to process: a cheap Mr. Fantastic Halloween costume draped before her on a tilted plastic hanger; a hanging stick attached to some motorized pulley setup was dangling in front of the costume and a miniature voice recorder was sitting on the high shelf over the railing holding the costume.
Behind her, admiring the curve of Sue’s gorgeous ass and shadowed butt crack, Dante must have pushed a remote in his pocket because the stick jerked upward and swung in the air where the closet door would have been. Two seconds later, the voice of someone imitating Reed gave out a muffled “help… Sue…help me…” from the recorder’s speaker.
Sue Richards stood frozen in place, horrified at how easily she’d been fooled.
“Didn’t take much, did it, Subject Sue?” The voice behind her was soft and smugly condescending.
The shove in her back was as harsh as it was startling and Sue was propelled into the dark recesses of the closet. She banged against the far wall face first and collapsed in a heap.
“Such a foolish bitch. So easy.” Allamordo’s words sifted to her in a fog as she went down into the black.
When she awoke, Sue didn’t know how long she’d been out but she was bound yet again, this time bent over a cushioned sawhorse-type device. Leather buckles at her wrists and ankles kept her tightly posed in her still-naked condition with her head hanging down, her hair brushing the wood floor of the closet, her ass and vagina exposed in the dim light of the domed ceiling fixture overhead.
“Seems like your body just can’t get enough of me, Invisible Woman,” Dante virtually purred into her ear, bending beside her. One hand cupped her breast and squeezed it while the fingers of his other hand gently circled through the soft flaps of her labia. Sue gasped at the sudden pleasure. The man had his ways and his many hours of sexually tormenting her gave him intimate knowledge of just how she liked being manipulated.
All too clever fingers now rubbed, squeezed and circled her nipple, teasing it to a stiffness that made Sue’s head swim a bit. Or maybe it was just because she was hanging upside down from her waist. His other hand worked her pussy with equal alacrity, dancing lightly into her creases, circling her clit and then rubbing against it with the edge of his fingernail. Now her brain was definitely feeling fuzzy, the excitement building.
“Oh, is that a certain slickness I feel, hero? I’m not actually getting you aroused, am I?”
“Prick!” Sue grunts moodily.
“Be patient, it’s on the way soon, my dear.”
“…no…I didn’t mean it…that…WHAAAYY!”
The sudden furious simultaneous rubbing of her clit and nipple drove a spike of lust into Sue’s brain. She trembled and shook against the sawhorse frame with rush of pleasure that had her eyes drifting up behind her lids. And the man didn’t stop when he saw the effect he was having. Instead, he doubled down. He mauled her tits and finger-fucked her moist snatch with a piston-like motion that was accelerating the heroine up to a sexual peak that had her looking directly into white oblivion.
“Cum, Sue. Cum now.”
Helpless in his magic hands, she obeyed. She grunted and flexed and moaned, releasing a warm steady drizzle of juicy ecstasy down her bare trembling thighs. Her soft panting was the only sound in the warm, stifling closet. Until his taunting chuckle joined it.
“So easy. So predictable. So ready.”
He walked behind her and slid himself deeply into her very prepared pussy, hilting himself to his limit. Warm balls tickled and bounced against her crotch as Dante set up a calm steady rhythm within her. His wide palms held her hips lightly, not needing to restrain her since the tan leather buckles were doing all that work for him. All he had to do was slowly and deliciously rock his hips against her buttocks and feel the joy as her cavity enclosed around him, gripping him with eager friction as he drove in and out at will.
Sue’s throat was drying out from the activity and the excitement. She wished she could have a cold bottle of water to suck on. Anything to suck on. She croaked out a pleading “no more” from the depths of the floor from where her head was lightly bumping. That got only a guffaw and a more aggressive thrust and withdraw motion now.
“I’m almost done, blondie. Just take it like a good girl. As if you had a choice!”
The sawing in and out of the wide hot shaft got more and more urgent. The fingertips on his grip on her hips dug in deeper and his panting increased with the vigor of his tempo.
Sue wondered why she wasn’t even trying to use her invisibility powers. Maybe here in the closet that nullification device might not work as effectively. She was about to send out a debilitating force field from her very core when suddenly she realized she was already projecting a protective shield. She turned her head and saw three figures huddled at in the distance, at the door of the closet seemingly so far away. It was Reed and Johnny and Ben, all of them standing there not just watching her being fucked from behind but banging on an invisible force field she herself had created to keep them out. The look of horror and desperation on their faces felt like an ice pick in her heart. She was keeping them out because she wanted to cum again. Dante’s long hard shaft just felt too wonderful to give up, too fat to release, too warm and penetrating and fulfilling to deny.
“Like I said, Subject Sue. So easy. So foolish. So completely fucked!”
He put his pacing into overdrive and Sue could do nothing but hang there and be battered into sexual insanity. The driving thrusting rod owned her. Possessed her. Delivered her into the blindness once again. She felt his hand move off her tit and then suddenly felt a finger pushing into her ass. That was a finger too far! The unending rolling pleasure overwhelmed her and she wept and laughed with mindless delight as she and Dante came together, a spurting, rushing, jerking pair of frenzied bodies wrapped in white hot lust, drowned in each other’s sweat, longing and sexually conjoined brain-dead liquidity.
It takes a minute for Sue to focus. When she does, she looks back from her posed helplessness over the sawhorse to see the look of utter disappointment in the eyes of her teammates. Their faces seem to be fading away though. Backing away from the door into the bedroom? She can’t tell.
“Look down, Subject Sue,” Dante says softly. “Look at your wrists, your ankles.”
Sue does and is shocked to see no leather cuffs there at all. It’s just her hands, her palms wrapped around the legs of the sawhorse. And her legs too are free, just the calves wrapped around the legs there, holding her in place. She is too stunned to do anything but stare at her own palms, gripping the wooden leg of the frame, the knuckles white. She feels the dripping of her own cum seeping out of her loins, that and the greasy white spillage of Allamordo’s seed also draining out of her.
Sue hears him laughing behind her as his body moves away. And then he’s no longer there at all. Sue finds herself suddenly back in her bed, the sheet below her sticky and wet with her fingers forced deep into her snatch and her butt, just resting there now, done with their work.
“Oh, god!! NOO!! NOOO!!” Invisible Woman screams to the empty bedroom “GET OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU DEMON! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! GET OUT! GET OUT!”
Sue kept repeating this over and over as she pounded on her mattress with her sticky fists. Her eyes poured out tears like a fountain down her cheeks. She didn’t brush them away. She didn’t have to, her face banging against the mattress over and over was taking care of that.