As always, a huge thank you for any readers still hanging about for the conclusion of this long-aborted story. There are several more chapters to come including the heist and more than a few fight scenes and yet even more humiliation for poor Sue. Enjoy!
Chapter 31
Around quarter to one in the morning, Dante sits on the couch in his living room next to a very spaced-out Sue Richards, his arm around her shoulder, his broad face placid, his cold brown eyes gleaming with victory. The psychiatrist’s visage is plastered with an expression of pure confidence.
Sue’s once-damp uniform has dried mostly as the limp-necked blonde’s head lolls on the couch cushion behind her. Dante’s palm moves over the befuddled heroine’s costume and gently squeezes the stylized number 4 displayed across Sue’s ample breasts, cupping the tit softly and demonstrating control and possession with one simple gesture. There is no defiance in Sue’s half-lidded eyes. Her mouth flutters a soft sigh under the final lingering effects of the powerful roofie that the mafia capo Dominick DeLeon had demanded the heroine be given.
“I will be doing some final adjustments to Invisible Woman’s behavior training tonight in order for her to be perfectly prepared for tomorrow night’s robbery.” Dante leans in, his smirking mouth sending warm breath directly into her ear, “You’re okay with a little more behavior training, aren’t you, Subject Sue?”
“…h…have had…enough…”
“Not until I say you’ve had enough, blondie,” snaps back Allemordo, his wavy chestnut hair tossed haughtily back with cold assertion.
Sue had heard that cautionary patronizing tone before and it always preceded punishment. She mumbles quickly aloud, “…shure…wh…whutevah…” And with that, the heroine face goes slack, her brain barely sending coherent signals to her body. There’s a strong ambience of dominance in the room but none of it issues from the dazed and defenseless Invisible Woman
“Very well then, Dante,” Madame Minh says brusquely, standing quickly and moving off to a nearby closet to gather her yellow lace shawl. All the men quietly contemplate the beautiful figure of the Asian gang leader in her tight cream-colored business suit as she stretches her short shapely form to pull the scarf around her neck. Her buttocks stretch the skirt material with mind-bending fantasies of quick access. Even Sue’s eyelids flicker as she sits on the couch drooling slightly as she watches her life crumble around her
“We three will be back her at 7 pm for last minute gear dispersal and final prep,” Minh declares, motioning at Rick and Guilford. Her clear dominance over the two men in her charge is clearly evident. The two men take final pulls of their cocktails and stand up to head for the double doors of the elegant condo. Their leader has given them their marching orders. Still, there are brief farewells to be bid.
“A very entertaining and highly instructive demonstration of your remarkable skills, Dante!” Rick shakes the psychologist’s hand with a bonhomie that makes Dante a bit queasy. Guilford notes the expression on the doctor’s face and while he too wanted to profusely thank the man for arranging the anal reaming of Invisible Woman that would fill his dreams for a lifetime, the wiser and older man simply nodded at Dante with a satisfied head tip of acknowledgment as a mute salute to his genius. That Dante appreciated far more.
After seeing the trio out of his condo, Dante returned to the living room and bent down to Sue whose upper body had fallen over to sprawl on the couch in a very unladylike manner. Her left hand was absently fingering her nipple while her left hand was buried in the crotch of her tightly clinging uniform pants, those busy digits circling with slow and steady purpose.
“Yes, turning you into a woman who freely embraces her complete sexuality despite the shame she might bring onto herself has been a very rewarding venture for me, Subject Sue. Both financially and professionally. Your total subjugation to my procedures will let me write my own ticket for the rest of my life, Sue. I honestly thank you for that. Now come with me, my pet, to the training room. We have just a bit more conditioning for you to undergo.
“…con…conditioning…?...like…for my hair…”
“No. Not your hair, you stupid girl. Oh, don’t bother your pretty head about it. Just stop trying to finger yourself to climax and take my hand. You know the way to the room but I’ll happy to help you along since you seem very shaky, my dear.”
“I am. I am shaky.”
“Well, who wouldn’t be after all you’ve been through tonight,” Dante coos as he and the bewildered blonde walk through his condo toward his training facility. “It’ll only take just two or three more hours for this final session.”
“….h…have…to be...tonight?
“Absolutely. Hey, who’s the doctor here?” Dante’s slick grin is not anything close to a thing of joy to behold.
The powerful jets on the FantastiCar gave a short final burst of thrust, allowing Reed Richards to gently land the vehicle on the roof of the Baxter Building in midtown New York. The anxious Mr. Fantastic leapt out of the jet car before it had even settled on the tarmac, dashing to the rooftop entrance door. With no response from Sue throughout his entire trip home, the brilliant scientist was beside himself with worry.
Lifting his huge suitcase and Reed’s equally heavy one as if they were no heavier than boxes of tissues, the Thing frowned at the disappearing figure of his team leader.
“I sure hope Suzy is okay. It’s not like your sister to go radio silent for so long, Johnny. What do you think might have happened?”
“I really don’t have a clue, Ben.”
“Well, that’s a refreshingly honest take from you, flame boy. It’s what I’ve been saying about you fer years!”
“Bite me, rock face.”
“Let’s go in and see what’s what. I’m ready for some clobberin’ time if anything has happened to Sue.”
“Hopefully that won’t be necessary and it’s just a misunderstanding,” the Human Torch declares, “but if it isn’t and Sue is in trouble, somebody is about to get seriously seared!”
Inside the expansive main room of the Fantastic Four’s headquarters, Reed has returned after searching every main room in the place. “Sue may be on some assignment of her own,” he states to his two team members. “Her most modern costume is missing from her closet. But she left no note of any kind. And that’s not like her.”
“Have you tried her cell phone again?”
“I did while I was searching our rooms, Johnny. It went straight to voice mail.”
“Maybe we can ping the phone and pinpoint her location,” Ben suggested.
“I tried that from the console on the FantastiCar and got nothing. Still, the equipment here is far stronger so it can’t hurt to give that a shot.” Reed sits down at his computer workstation and taps rapidly at the keyboard. The monitor showed no location. “The phone’s either shut down or destroyed,” Reed grimaced. “Although the records do show she was at this location the last time we did talk on her phone.”
“So whatever she’s doing or wherever she is, this has all happened in the last 48 hours or so?” Johnny asks.
“Maybe 60 hours. Anyway, that’s how I see it. Sue mentioned that she was on some meth sting operation but that was supposedly wrapped up and very successfully. She sounded odd but that was due to a cloud of meth she waded through. However, my contact Dan Sheridan told me there was no such bust so Sue lied to me about all that I think. Why would she do that?”
“Stretch, we’ve gone over all this in the car on the way back. We need clues now. New ones,” Ben declares. “Why don’t I check out the news and see what’s been going on while we were away. Maybe some villain has shown up suddenly. I’ll check it out.”
“Good idea, Ben. Johnny, please contact any of Sue’s friends to see if anybody’s heard anything or spoken to Sue. I’ll go over our apartment more closely and see if there are any clues in there.”
“Okay, Reed. Look, don’t worry. My sister is no fly-weight. She can handle herself. Let’s just be calm and find out what’s happened.”
Nodding solemnly, Reed turns and heads off to his and Sue’s living quarters to see if there’s any indication of something amiss in there.
Dante’s final training session was harsh but effective. Sue’s willpower was virtually non-existent at this stage. There were several modifications to Sue's behavior that Dante attended to but the most enjoyable one for him was indoctrinating her to accept anal sex as her far more preferred method of intercourse was not the challenge that the psychiatrist had anticipated. She accepted his stiff cock thrust deeply between her cheeks with quiet submissiveness. Her blue eyes were downcast but yet somehow eager too. A crazed little flame shone in the pupils. Sue realized that she really did find a special thrill in being reamed from behind this way. The pressure against her butt cheeks, the tightness, the naughtiness, the utter surrender of herself to the humiliation held a draw for her that she was stunned to discover within herself.
Dante was right. “There’s nothing to fear about taking it up the rear!”