Chapter 25
The pain radiating in Sue’s crotch was so intense it was nauseating.
…powerful taser….in his belt….
The nearly naked heroine laid curled up on her side, her hands gripped between her legs as she massaged herself to try to ease the agony there. She got her nausea under control but her low moan droned on like a mantra, her distress filling the air with a steady tone. It was matched by the stuttering choking sound and high-pitched wheezes from Dante lying on the floor not five feet away. Even without her hands compressed like a vise on his throat, the prone Italian with the mussed brown hair and worried eyes was still having trouble drawing a full clean breath. He lied there on his back wondering.
…cracked my….windpipe…?...
Simultaneously they both came to the same conclusion through their pain-addled brains.
Got to get up. Get the upper hand!
Both put their hands down on the tile and pushed off against it, fighting their ailments and fighting for balance. Neither succeeded at first, with both keeling over and flattening out on the floor with an awkwardness that would have been humorous if the outcome wasn’t so dire. Whoever gained an advantage first could end the fight right here.
It wasn’t Sue.
Though she rose as quickly as she could, the pain and the blurred vision from the tears in her eyes impeded her ability to react quickly enough to Dante’s scrambling for the steel baton he’d rested on the floor beside the folding chair earlier. She tried to duck his awkward backhand swing at her head with the extended steel rod but her shoulder bumped against that same folding chair, knocking it over with a loud clang even as the baton struck her temple.
“UUUNNGHH!!”
Sue went down like a stunned steer in an abattoir. Her beautiful body was sprawled out on her back with her eyes unfocused, staring up at the ceiling. It was impossible for Dante to determine if she was completely unconscious. He suspected she was on the thin edge of awareness but, in any case, clearly, she presented no threat. Her breasts swelled within their slippery champagne bra rising and falling slowly. Her legs were spread in a V and her matching panties with their thin purple glaze revealed her bush and cleft in all-too-intimate detail.
A crouching Dante stood up to his full height and winced. He was grateful he hadn’t been so dumb as to swing that baton with his bad shoulder. He could have ripped the stitches and done great harm to his doctor’s good work there. As it was, even using his good arm had uncomfortably strained at his other side with the violence of his swing.
But the results were worth it!
Dante proceeded to drag Invisible Woman toward his equipment, ready to begin his second to last extended training session with Subject Sue. When all was said and done, the sadist used everything at his disposal. He was meticulous. He was scientific. He was relentless.
The torment that Dante Allamordo dished out to Sue Richards over the next seven hours was cruel and brutal and insistently efficient. The foundations of her mental and physical structure were assaulted relentlessly, minute after minute, hour after hour.
If it wasn’t the weighted nipple rings with their powerful batteries dragging ragged cries of pain from her throat with successive shocks to her sweaty breasts, it was the alternating cries of pleasure shrieked out during her seemingly endless periods strapped into the steel tube domination chair with his vaginal vibrator set to maximum.
Her resistance faltered then shattered like glass goblets in a hurricane. The carnage of physical, mental and sexual abuse formed a cage in her mind that was inescapable. It buried her in despair, pulled her into obedience, collared her in confusion and drained her in helpless mental fatigue. And all along, tied to the commands were the matching audio tones that Sue learned to obey as quickly as the words themselves.
The leather hobby horse with its dildoes and mink cuffs and all Dante’s commands; the whippings of alternating rawhide and silk while hanging from the ceiling and all Dante’s commands; the rebuilt hood with its throat-constricting collar and all Dante’s commands: Sue broke down. The repetition, the commands, the brain-itching musical notes, the overwhelming attack on her very being. It was all far too overwhelming to resist.
Down her throat and between her legs, the assault was relentless, shoved deep were fingers, dildos, stim toys of every ilk and Dante's own cock. Powerless in her condition, Sue’s juices ran out like a roughly-crushed grapefruit and her eyes rolled back in her head like marbles under a blanket. Sightless and thoughtless, she came and screamed and came and screamed until there was nothing left but the dull repetition of her own breathing.
Ultimately, whatever there was of Sue Richards before this final training session was no longer resident in her being. It faded into obscurity and the being that replaced her was little more than a mindless automaton that was rigidly adherent to all those commands or accompanying tones to which she’d been painstakingly indoctrinated. The woman was little more than a puppet for the master psychologist’s whims or the whims of those he would be telling Subject Sue to obey.
It was 10 p.m. on Saturday night and Dante Allamardo was wearing a suit and tie, looking polished, dapper and relaxed. The day couldn’t have gone better from the moment he’d clubbed the pathetic heroine in the head, putting her down and out just as he needed. After that, his regimen worked to perfection and the results he would be presenting to Madame Minh upon her arrival would be self-evident. The Richards bitch was completely tamed and ready to show off his brilliance. She’d be performing like a trained seal blowing trumpets in a circus act.
“Trumpets indeed,” chuckled the self-satisfied psychologist. “That’s not quite what she’ll be blowing.”
Minh, he knew, would be bringing her two top henchmen, Guilford Jones, the balding butler/advisor and Rick Tillman, her enforcer. Both men expected that Sue would sexually prostrate herself at their beck and call. Both men would be satisfied. Would Minh herself want to get in on the party? Dante wasn’t sure. He’d play it by ear. Whatever happened, he knew that Invisible Woman would do as she was told. Eagerly and quickly.
Dante walked out of the bathroom attached to the master bedroom and eyed the tightly clad Invisible Woman in her costume lying on his bed with her hands resting on her belly. There were no restraints anywhere to be seen. They had all been thoroughly installed in Sue’s brain at this point. The lovely blonde was catching up on some much-needed sleep. But Minh would be here anytime so Dante spoke down at her, watching her blank expression as he said, “Rise and shine, Susan. Company will be here any moment. You want to please me and my guests, don’t you?”
“What? Oh, yes, yes, of course.” Sue slowly came to, then quickly sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up facing Dante with dull blue eyes.
“Good, follow me to the study. You will sit there until I call you.”
“Yes, Dante. I’d like that.”
“Of course, you would, my dear. Back straight, no slouching. You’re a superheroine, after all.”
“Sorry, Dante.”
“Smile Susan, this should be fun.”
A crushed and submissive Susan Richards suspected that would not be the case.
The Sudan assignment had gone well after all for Reed, Johnny and Ben. Reed’s missing snitch had turned up at last after a two-day bender in the seedy illegal bars of back-alley Khartoum and he groggily gave them the location of a terrorist cell hunkered down in an abandoned hotel on the outskirts of the city.
In a raid on the broken-down building, there was a short standoff when the terrorists fortuitously spotted the encircling assault team and opened fire on the Sudanese soldiers before they got into place. A brief firefight started but the terrorist cell’s fortunes quickly turned against them when the Human Torch showed them what real fire could do when thrown as hot balls of destruction through the cheap plasterboard walls of an abandoned hotel. The charging Thing who confronted the four terrified men had them turning their rifles at him in panic only to have their weapons snatched away from behind by the stretchy Mr. Fantastic who had flowed through an open window in a dark basement supply room and quickly made his way upstairs. The Sudanese assault team came in to mop up the situation and thank the heroic team for their excellent work.
After returning to the Acropole Hotel, Reed was just getting out of the shower when his room phone rang.
“Hello,” he answered, clinging to the towel around his waist with his free hand.
“Reed, hi. It’s Dan Sheridan.”
“Aahh, hi Dan, thanks for returning my call so quickly.”
“Sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner actually. I was on a radio-silent stakeout.”
“No problem at all, Dan. Was that part of the huge meth bust that Sue helped out on?”
“Huge meth bust? I didn’t hear anything about it.”
“Are you still in the field?”
“No, I’m in the station house. I certainly would have heard about any huge meth bust if it’d gone down in this city. I’m one of the ranking officers in the Drug Crimes Unit, Reed. That stuff doesn’t tend to slip by me,” Dan noted with a chuckle from across the world.
“I see, no, of course not,” Reed said, stunned and perplexed.
Sue lied to me?
“Everything okay there, Reed? Dan asked with concern.
“What? Oh, sure, Dan. I guess Sue and I just got our wires crossed.”
“She’s not there with you?”
“No, she’s holding down the fort for the team in NYC.”
“Well, I hope all is well. We need to get together for a drink soon, Reed. When are you coming back from the Sudan.”
“Thanks, Dan. I’d like that drink. Khartoum is hot and dusty. But we’re wrapped up here now…so I’ll be back soon. Bye.”
“Bye Reed.”
Hanging up the phone, Reed thoughtfully stared off into space. “Sooner than soon! As fast as the Fantastic Car can fly, I’d say.”
What is Sue hiding from me?
Minh swept into Dante’s condo like she owned the place herself. As soon as he pulled the door open and made to greet her with an outstretched hand, she brushed right by him with her silken yellow scarf wafting against his cheek. He moved to brush it away but her passage was so quick, his hand never touched the fabric before it was pulled past him. It settled against her back as she turned and surveyed the living room.
“Nice digs. Where’s the girl?”
“A pleasure to see you again, too, Minh,”
Guilford Jones and Rick Tillman walked past Dante with civil nods which he returned.
Decked out in a cream-colored figure-hugging business suit, Minh’s expression showed all the patience of a fox checking out the open door of a chicken coop.
“Yes, yes, Dr. Allamordo. It’s kind of you to entertain us in your lovely abode. I just wish you hadn’t pushed things so close to the limit of our time frame. Everything is scheduled for tomorrow as you are well aware and it’s now already 10 at night!”
“You have a good 24 hours before you need to be at the museum. There’s plenty of time, as I’ve assured you repeatedly, Madame Minh. Would you and your companions like a drink? It seems you could use one to settle your nerves.”
“What I could use is a demonstration of your training discipline to set my mind at ease, Dante. You’ve been well paid for this. You’re working for me, don’t forget.”
“How could I when you remind me at every opportunity. But seriously Minh, I’ve done all you’ve asked and more as you will soon see. I promise you that you won’t be disappointed in the least. In fact, you will be thrilled and delighted. So, you really do need to unclench your sphincter just a tad so you can enjoy the moment.”
Rick couldn’t stifle his guffaw and even Guilford mouth was twitching to suppress a smile. Both men were well accustomed to Madame Minh’s titanic need for control.
Minh fixed a deadly stare at Allamordo that could freeze nitrogen. And then she flung her arms out with exasperation and sat down on the nearby dove gray armchair and sighed heavily.
“You’re right, of course, Dante. Always the brilliant psychologist. You’ve pegged me. I’ve been working myself to a frazzle and these two unfortunate souls as well, planning and thinking and making certain that every variable and possible scenario in our heist was considered and analyzed. So yes, I’ll take that drink. Sit down, gentlemen. What do you stock in your bar?”
“Whatever the lady desires, she has but to ask,” Dante answered with a bow.
“I would like a Rusty Nail. Do you know what that is?”
“Three parts scotch and one part Drambuie. On the rocks or neat?”
“Rocks please,” Minh replied, then nodded at her cohorts. “And you men?”
“That sounds fine for me,” Rick answered convivially from the matching gray couch.
“And me as well, but neat,” Guilford replied, sitting up straight beside his lounging companion.
While Dante went to the bar to fix the cocktails, Madame Minh looked around the room with appreciation.
“You have excellent taste, doctor. Are those original Klee’s?”
“They are,” Dante affirmed.
“I’m not sure why but I find his work very comforting.” Minh absorbed the beauty of the painting with greedy eyes.
“For me, it’s his palette,” their smooth Italian host declared. “His colors are relaxing even though there’s much dynamism in his subject matter.”
“That must be it,” acknowledged Minh thoughtfully.
“His background washes are exquisite,” Guilford offered.
“Nice frame,” Rick threw out there.
Dante delivered two glasses to Minh and Guilford first and then returned with Rick’s drink and his own as he seated himself in a matching armchair. He raised his glass high and Minh’s crew hoisted theirs in turn.
“To successful endeavors all,” Dante toasted.
“Indeed,” said Minh.
“Amen to that,” answered Guilford.
“Back at ya’,” Rick replied. The silence was thick as they all sipped their drinks until Minh broke the tension from Rick’s boorishness with a query to Dante.
“So, you’re truly satisfied with how Sue’s training went? No rough patches?”
“None that couldn’t be smoothed out or steamrollered as the case demanded,” the psychologist affirmed. “She will be more than compliant. Your commands will be followed as dutifully as if I had uttered them myself.”
“Good. I really am looking forward to this demonstration. Do you have her tied up then. Is she secure?”
“There is no need to tie the lady. You can’t have her going in tied during your robbery. She has to look like herself and act accordingly so that’s how I trained her.”
“I know that’s what I asked for, I just find it uncanny that you’ve succeeded in that, I suppose.”
“You’ve paid me a pretty penny for her to comply to that scenario. I’m almost insulted that you are so dubious that I have accomplished that goal.”
“Well, I certainly hope the vast sum I forked over will sufficiently paper over that insult,” Minh said with a twinkle in her eye and a hefty sip of her drink.
“I will have to stuff the dent in my ego with hundreds.”
“I hope that will do. You have a good-sized ego.”
“True but you make good-sized dents.”
“Then we understand each other. Shall we get to the presentation?” Minh downed the rest of her drink with a gulp and placed the tumbler on the table beside the couch. The attractive Vietnamese madame began to rise but Dante waved her down with a flourish of his hand.
“Please sit. I will bring her in here for your evaluation and your amusement.”
“Amusement,” declared Rick. “I like that.”
Minh shot her flunky a glare but Dante covered the moment elegantly.
“You all will like that, I assure you.”
The threesome that was Minh’s contingent all had dreamy visions rise in their minds with smiles to match.
Dante went to a door off the living room and opened it wide, speaking to the woman in the other room, “Oh Susan, would you mind joining us now?” The reply given was too soft to be heard.
Dante returned to the center of the living room with the world-renowned Invisible Woman following closely behind him taking mincing steps with her head bowed. Her costume was gloriously tight and displayed her incredible figure to its best advantage. The famous numeral four over the white square sat prominently in the middle of her chest, bent around Sue’s ample breasts. The dark gloves, boots, hip band and neck piece all gleamed brightly in the lights. Sue stood there not looking up yet, just letting herself be appraised by the foursome without acknowledging them at all.
“Hello, Invisible Woman,” Minh said. “It’s nice to see you in costume for us.”
“Hello Madame Minh,” Sue replied, looking up nervously. “I’m glad you’re pleased.”
“So far I am…with your deference. Manners are important.”
“They are,” Sue Richards agreed, nodding a tad more enthusiastically than necessary.
“I wonder,” Rick declared, “do those manners include sucking dick, Invisible Bitch?”
The room went dead quiet. Minh turned her head slowly toward Rick, ready to slap him or give him a blistering tongue lashing the likes of which he’d never heard before. But before Minh could launch into either, Sue spoke.
“Of course, they do, Mr. Tillman. Would it be okay with everyone here if I sucked his cock first? He seems to be the one most ready.” Sue’s deadpan delivery and seeming willingness to immediately debase herself brought a second pause of absolute silence that lasted for a good six seconds.
“Oh yeah I am!” Rick nearly shouted.
And then Sue approached him and got down on her knees; ready, willing and able.