Chapter 7
Once Dante left the Captivity Room, Madame Minh looked down at Sue Richards and then bowed low over her waist. She lifted the hem of the blouse to better smell the perspiration, the desire emanating from the woman’s body. Minh’s nostrils flared as she drew in the scent of submission. The warmth, the odors drifting off the languid woman were intoxicating, casting off the chill that Allamordo’s presence had imbued into the air. The oval eyes glimmered brightly as Minh’s tongue slowly extended to taste the lust she’d stirred within her captive. She swept up the tang of salt on the smooth wide belly, savored the sensation of the quivering flesh that she’d lightly tickled, smiled at the hitch in Richards’ breathing.
“You want me to caress your loins with my mouth, don’t you, Suzy dear? You yearn for that. You tremble for it. Is that not so?”
“…don’t…I…don’t…”
“Such a bad liar. You came hard there, hero. Very hard. I know orgasms. I’ve seen thousands of them. It was my job to gauge them and it’s a skill I haven’t lost. You went over fast. You went deep. You will go over again. And like it. Again!”
“…please…no…!...too much…”
“I’ll be the judge of that. Let’s go again. blondie!”
The mewling whimper was an answer of sorts and Minh knew she was on her way to breaking Sue’s spirit, preparing her for defeat and submission. And that was even before the horrors that Dante would impose upon her. By the time Sue was ultimately returned to her, she would be the perfect puppet to pull off the perfect crime. With a gleam of earnest purpose in her eyes, Madame Minh went low and fixed her mouth on Sue Richards’ snatch and began to feast on victory. It tasted wonderfully sweet.
After hoisting Willie’s chunky dead body onto a flatbed dolly, Rick Tillman mopped his damp brow with a handkerchief before stuffing it into his back pocket. He then wheeled the corpse down the hall to the brownstone’s elevator. After the elevator arrived and the doors slid apart, Rick reached in and pulled out the stop button to keep the doors open and the cab from moving. It was a very cramped space once Rick maneuvered in the short dolly, arranged Willie’s lifeless legs into a hasty pretzel and squeezed himself into the tiny cubicle. Swearing as he released the stop function, Rick thumped the button for the basement and then mollified his anger at the literal grunt work by visualizing his last bank statement as the cab descended. He had never had such a large balance before, certainly nothing with six digits before the decimal point. When the doors slowly opened on the wide-open space and the coolness of the cellar, Rick was feeling better and a lot less hot under the collar.
He wheeled dead Willie across the expansive concrete area and up to a large gray painted patch in the opposite wall. He pressed a hidden button recessed into a red painted square patch, just to the left and behind a crude patch of rough cement. The whole gray wall slid to the right exposing a square brick oven with a set of ominous steel doors curved at the top. This crematorium was where the failed subjects of Madame Minh’s experiments had gone, the vagrants, the whores, the homeless and the forgotten. Anyone who had grievously wronged the vengeful queen of influence had also been consigned here. Rick was fairly new to the operation, just two years hired, but he had been down to these doors of death dozens of times, cleaning up Madame Minh’s affairs. Rick shuddered momentarily at that thought and he forcefully put Willie into the oven and started it up. In the elevator, he visualized the numbers on his statement again but this time it wasn’t nearly as comforting.
Madame Minh’s tongue was a writhing, twisting serpent in the soft folds of Sue Richards’ sex, bumping and rubbing against the sensitive pink lips with aggravated intention. Determined to make space for itself, the insistent tongue moved and grooved within every slippery crease, every sacred indentation, every warm pinkish drape of flesh that guarded Sue’s inner sanctum.
“Nnnngghhh!”
There was no cease and the mouth that sucked against the width of her crotch did not desist…not in the least! The hungry maw sealed the gap with firm lips even as the twining tongue darted and snaked, brushing aside cobwebs of alarm to plunge deeper into the cavern. The vindictive viper explored the space with a sudden stretch to the roof for a grazing pass at the dangling pink stalactite there before an unexpected rush to floor of the vault. Both surfaces sparkled with yearning, glistened with twitchy need. The results were wet trails, spasming muscles and quaking limbs.
“…ohhhhhhh….pleeeeaaaasee…stopppphhhh…!”
The battered fortress resisted at first. The heart was hardened momentarily, the brain closed away from the spiking tendrils of excitement in a cocoon of stubborn willpower. Sue panted and gritted her teeth and tried to block all the sensations. She closed her eyes, focusing on the staccato rhythm of her breathing and nothing else, trying with all her soul to be darkness itself, to be the black of nothingness, no light, no feeling, no…
It was not to be. The lightning shocked her inner firmament with blinding jagged whiteness of joy. Horny, craving lust blasted through her shield of willpower like fork tines through rice paper. The drugs coursing through her and the voice that told her to let go and feel every single sensation inside her crotch …inside the very core of her being… were far too much for Sue Richards to withstand. There was no holding back from this surging need. It was elemental, it was overwhelming, it was inevitable!
Sue’s body shuddered and her brain crumbled like Pompei on its worst day. The ground shook and the temples fell and Sue Richards’ very being thrashed and jolted in the leather chair as her world crashed around her. Vesuvius had blown its top and the ash and destruction of Invisible Woman’s psyche was spread everywhere on the landscape of her soul.
Who is shrieking? Why won’t someone help that poor soul?
Time shifted back for her but Sue had no idea how long she had drifted.
“That was too much fun!”
“…uuuuuhhhhnnnnnnnn…”
“You are a sweaty mess, Suzy!”
“…..nuh…………..more…….”
“Oh yes. More!”
The mouth work resumed and the fatigued and rattled Invisible Woman whimpered loudly even as her tired limbs pulled in desperate futility at the shackles that bound her to the leather and steel torture chair. The drugs were her undoing. The accented voice inside her head told her so and she believed it. She would never escape this room. She would have to be let out by the one who controlled her. That could and would happen if she behaved, if she simply followed her true nature, if she did what she’d always enjoyed doing anyway. Would she do it, the voice wanted to know.
“…do…what…?...”
“You’ll know when the time comes. Just do what comes naturally,” Minh replied after taking her mouth from Sue’s pussy for a moment.
“…i…i…need to rest…”
“No you don’t. You’re a superhero. Show a little self-respect.”
“…can’t……think…”
“Not your strong point, blondie, so it doesn’t matter, does it?”
“…you…won’t……break me…”
“That’s not my plan,” the Asian dominatrix smiled as she straightened up and moved back from Sue’s crotch. She walked over to the nearby table and retrieved a small jar of Vaseline before returning to Sue’s side. “I’m just doing this for fun. Someone else will do the breaking.”
“…you……are a…nasty………bitch…!...”
“And you’re a dumb cunt, but nobody’s perfect.”
Madame Minh popped the top off the Vaseline jar and dug her left forefinger into it, scooping out a generous dollop of the greasy gel on her long dark blue fingernail. Rubbing the middle finger of her right hand against this soft globe of gel, Minh gathered it onto the lone fingertip without an elongated nail on it and proceeded to smear the clump of Vaseline against the warm clenched knot of muscles at Sue Richards’ anus.
“..whaahh…?” The blonde gasped in surprise at the sudden wiping passes at her rear, the shocking application of grease up and down the length of her ass crack. “N…NO …DON’T!!”
That was the sole brief complaint issued before the digit dug another globe of Vaseline from the jar and burrowed deep into the defenseless orifice and roamed around there with circling insistence.
“…you can’t…do this…”
“Not only can I, Mrs. Richards, but you want me to! In fact, you dearly need me to! You crave this, for me to ream this butthole of yours, to sensitize it, to please it, to pamper it, to awaken it to your deepest desire. Anal penetration, Susan. This is what you live for!”
Slowly, steadily, around and around the finger churned, coating the inner walls there with a smoothing fervor that would not be denied.
“…I…i…don’t… you…you are lying…confusing me!”
“The confusion is that you have never been taken here before. You are virgin tight. Tense. Reed is sorely lacking as a husband, as a sexual companion, as a man!”
“…liar…” Sue breathed, baffled and forlorn.
“A lie? No, not at all! The lie is Mr. Fantastic. What a crock! How can you tolerate such a lousy lover? Oh, such a waste! But those days are done. Open yourself, Susan. Feel the thrill. The sensation is glorious, yes?”
Minh grinned, bending low to Sue’s bottom. She watched her offending digit as it flexed at its base while the length of it circled within the pink hole, laying on a vibrant ring of pleasant warmth. Far off from Minh’s greedy dark eyes, Sue’s own sprung wide apart with a shock of delight as the relentless probe drew ring after ring of sparkling pleasure inside her. The surge of delight flushed high up inside her to her clenching stomach, her tingling breasts, her much too receptive mind.
“…ohhhhh…my…dear…lord…!....”
A thumbnail suddenly found its way to the opening of her vagina, dancing and twirling before moving on to her inner thigh. The combination of such attentive caresses there while matched with the finger cycling inside her rear drew a long hard grunt from the woman chained to the chair.
“There is no escaping your own pleasure, Susan. Luxuriate within the blinding glow. Let your body release itself. Over and over and over. You have an inexhaustible supply of orgasms. Invisible Woman deserves to live at the center of clarity. To see through the sham of what her life has become. Reach through yourself and pull the joy tight to yourself, just as I am doing for you. Let me help you see through to your true self, Sue Storm. Be the woman you were before shackling yourself to a husband and a team that thinks of you as a lesser member of their team. Be the vibrant woman you so clearly have become, a roaring female lioness in her domain!”
The fingers played everywhere, dragging the heroine to the heights of ecstasy itself. The clit was rubbed and held, massaged and squeezed, teased and tortured beyond measure. The finger within her ass played and toyed, circled and stroked, drove her around and around until the clit and her brain vibrated in unison to a place where everything froze in white blinding nothingness.
“Roar, Susan! Roar with pleasure, Roar with Victory. Roar with your soul released to do your own bidding. You are the lioness here. Let the world hear you. Now!”
And Susan did roar, her throat opened and the yell of absolute joy and freedom, orgasm and death, pure delight and life, came streaming out it in a yell of such powerful throaty need that the walls of the basement seemed to waver for a moment. The cascade of cum from Susan’s snatch ran rich with the fragrance of release, flowing down her thighs, puddling in the creases in the leather chair, draining thinly in silver ribbons to the floor. The body collapsed in the chair, the eyes barely slits as Invisible Woman lay wasted in her juices, pleased beyond belief. Satiated with the joy of being one with the world, Sue Richards whimpered into a swoon of darkness.