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Chapter 32
After the training session that established a deep-seated fondness for anal penetration, Invisible Woman found herself undergoing yet one more final behavioral moderation regimen from Dante Allamordo. Over the past ten days, his large training room with its restraint tables, dangling ceiling hooks and storage counters filled with sex toys, mind altering drugs, along with myriad coils of colored nylon ropes and glinting steel chains had seen the complete break down of the daunting Invisible Woman from a world-class self-confident heroine to a flinching subservient puppet who would do the bidding of either Dante or Madame Minh without hesitation.
As for the final command, it wasn’t a particularly difficult or lengthy process to ingrain into the blonde’s pathetic brain. It was based on a fairly simple and oft-used power of Sue’s, only multiplied by a factor of four. Dante imbedded the verbal command in Sue’s mind in just a few minutes since she was already heavily conditioned by Dante’s techniques of punishment, command repetition, miniscule reward and then, far too often, yet more pain.
Pleased with his results, Dante escorted the dazed and weakened Sue Richards into the sealed storage room he’d prepared for her. She would spend most of the day in here until it was time to for the gang to gather together and head over to the museum.
Sue collapsed wearily onto the thin blanket in the dog cage placed in the middle of the room. She fell asleep face down as soon as her head hit the spread. Dante looked down at her sprawled figure, admiring the shapely curves of her fetching butt clad in her dark blue uniform leggings. Although he’d liberally taken his pleasure from that famous ass over the past hour, Dante was even now still drawn to the idea of taking one final plunging interlude within Sue’s inviting derriere. But tomorrow was going to be a long and stressful day. He needed a good night’s sleep much more than one final go-round at that accommodating ass. Lord knows, Sue certainly did!
“Did you check the homing signal in Sue’s missing suit,” Johnny asked Reed. Sue’s brother sat on the couch, on hold with Sue’s friend, Judy Bellows. The New York high school teacher and Sue had become fast friends after Invisible Woman saved her life a few years back.
“Of course, I checked the suit’s homing signal! First thing. Either it’s not transmitting or the signal’s being blocked somehow.”
“I checked out recent criminal activity in the city and its boroughs,” The Thing reported in a quiet tone as he put his heavy hand on Reed’s shoulder in an effort to comfort him. “I found no indication of any strange encounters with new villains…or any old villains for that matter…in the last five days. It’s been quiet. You want me to talk to Dan Sheridan again? Get further information about Sue’s bust?”
“There never was a bust, Ben,” Reed blurted angrily. “Sue was lying. I checked the apartment’s sensors. There’s not any trace evidence whatsoever of the meth cloud she said she walked through. Just vodka fumes that registered on the foreign elements panel. That minor anomaly occurred when we were talking on the phone last time. Whatever is going on with Sue, I’m deeply concerned she lied to me about that bust. She wouldn’t have done that unless she was under some kind of tremendous pressure,” Reed frowned.
“Maybe she was trying to protect you, Stretch,” Ben offered. “Or just not worry you while you were away and couldn’t do anything to help her. Suzy is like that. You know she likes to put up a forceful front being the only female on the team. If you don’t count, the marshmallow roaster over there,” Ben grinned, pointing at The Human Torch.
“I heard that Rocks for Brains!”
“You were ‘sposed to, Sparky. Any luck tracking Sue through any of her friends or associates?”
“Judy Bellows hasn’t heard from Sue since the day after we left for Sudan,” Johnny declared. “They had lunch plans for later in that week but Sue never showed and never returned any of Judy’s calls. So that’s about eight days ago. Not a good sign, I’d have to say. Wait, what’s that Judy?” Johnny shakes his head in dismay at what he’s hearing. “No contact between Sue and any other friends you two share? Well, okay, thanks Judy. I’ll have her call you as soon as we locate her. I promise!” Johnny disconnected the call and flipped the phone on the couch cushion in disgust. “Dead end!”
Reed pinched the bridge of his nose, searching for any possibility that would have taken Sue out of the picture. “We could be dealing with some new sort of team that hasn’t presented itself to the public yet. I’m stuck in neutral here. Until something breaks, I’m going to scour this apartment yet again to see if there are any more clues I’ve missed.”
“You’ve gone over this place twice, Reed. What do you think you’re going to find?”
“I don’t know. Something!” Reed moodily storms off to the living quarters for yet another search for any possible indication of what is going on with his missing wife.
Sunday, late morning on the day of the big heist finds Dante seated at his dining room table buttering a croissant with deliberate care, spreading the soft Le Beurre Bordier as if it were liquid gold on the flaky pastry and savoring it with a greedy bite. Allamordo considered that applying one the world’s premiere butters on his morning roll was a right that he’d earned through his many years of toil in the fields of advanced psychotherapy. He took another bite of the croissant as he mused aloud about the night to come.
“Well, tonight it all comes to a climax. We shall all get what we want this evening after months of endless planning and preparation: Me my exorbitant fee, Madame Minh getting her own huge payday for delivering “Starry Night” to her client. Invisible Woman earning the precious freedom she yearns for, and Reed Richards, finding himself the lucky owner of a world-class ass slut embedded with relentless dedication and unbridled cravings! How sweet for everyone!”
The bearded blond sociopath smiled at the prospect of another successful project brought to its conclusion, just as he’d promised Minh. He wouldn’t be going along on the heist. He didn’t need to. The risk wasn’t worth it. He’d done his job to perfection. All his commands were deeply ingrained in the heroine.
He’d take his half payment in a small cloth bag filled with $2.5 million in diamonds when Minh showed up to collect Sue at 4:00 p.m. The five-minute walk to the Museum of Modern Art would get the crew into edifice 90 minutes before closing, more than enough time to do any final casing of the place for unexpected changes in guard routines or other security concerns.
But that wasn’t Dante’s problem. The second payment of two and a half mil would arrive as a money transfer in a numbered account in the Caymans upon the successful completion of the heist and delivery to the client. That should be on Tuesday at the latest, allowing time for certification of the painting’s authenticity.
Dante looked at the plane ticket on the table beside his breakfast plate. A one-way ticket to Caracas, Venezuela. The name John Alighieri faced up at him, the same name he used to register at the best luxury spot in Caracas, the Eurobuilding Hotel and Suites. The penthouse was expensive but if he couldn’t blow off a little steam in a country with no extradition treaty with the U.S. and great beaches, where else should he go? No, a month laying low while drinking umbrella punches and partaking of the lovely beach beauties down there, that made all his hard work tolerable.
Dante finished the last of his croissant, sipped the final remnants of his coffee from his delicately-patterned Wedgewood cup and rose to go see how Sue had fared during the night in his training room cage.
Sue’s sweaty hair was plastered to her forehead as she blearily dozed on the threadbare blanket that barely withstood the seeping cold from the metal floor of the oversized steel dog crate into which she’d been locked. The room’s heat had been boosted which caused the sweat yet the cold metal beneath her still leached into her, to the core of her bones. Or maybe it wasn’t the metal floor of the cage at all. Maybe the cold came from her heart, her brain. From all lack of hope.
The noise of the door to the training room opening opened the weary blonde’s eyes and Invisible Woman looked at the man entering the room with a mix of resignation, horror and anxiety. What would he want of her now? Another session of anal invasion? Certainly probable. A forced oral humiliation? Never far down Dante’s menu of sexual abuse. The smile the bastard wore was off-putting to say the least.
“Good morning, sunshine? Tough night?”
“Slept like a baby,” countered Sue.
“You mean whining and crying on the hour?”
“I mean the blissful sleep of the innocent, Allamordo. Something you wouldn’t have a clue about.”
“Innocent? The way you yearn for a fat cock in your butthole? I think the innocence train has left the station, Subject Sue.”
Using the clinical term on the heroine shuts down Sue’s flippancy like a switch. Just as Dante knew it would.
“Madame Minh and her crew will be arriving here in a couple of hours. As we discussed ad infinitum, Subject Sue will follow all commands from Madame Minh…And her accomplices…” Dante added in for good measure “…with innate promptness and accuracy. They say it, you do it. Right?”
“Right,” Sue mumbled.
“Right, what?”
“Right, Master Dante,” Sue murmured, even quieter.
“Speak up!”
“RIGHT, MASTER DANTE!”
“Excellent, Subject Sue. Now strip. I’m going to wash your uniform. It stinks. Can’t have you tipping the guards with the smell of your sweaty fear now, can we, sweetheart?”
Saying nothing, Sue stripped down on command and obediently handed her costume through the cage bars, wearing nothing but pale, yellow panties and a bra. She’d long since lost any sense of decorum or shame at what Dante commanded her to do. Stripping down to her lingerie was far down the list of humiliations that Invisible Woman had been subjected to. She merely frowned as Dante took her costume in his fist and grinned at her from a mere two feet away. When she grabbed the bastard’s wrist and yanked him against the bars of the cage, the clang was loud enough to reverberate like a damaged tuning fork. The sour note hung in the air as Dante rebounded away from the cage and dropped to one knee. He stared through the bars at the defiant face looking back at him.
“You continue to be a constant source of disappointment to me, Subject Sue. Clearly, we need to spend yet one final hour or so to codify the concept of discipline into that stupid, stupid brain of yours. Let’s begin.”
When Dante turned away to take the shock probe out of a nearby table drawer and spun on his heels to wave the device in Invisible Woman’s direction, Sue’s face blanched at what her rebellious act had brought her. More sorrow. More pain. More training. Maybe she really was stupid. Heroism had its limits.