Mind Over Medusa

By KynSA

The characters of Medusa, the Fantastic Four, and any others mentioned are property of Marvel Comics. This story is a parody and is not written for profit, just fun. If you are not old or mature enough to read this story you should have stopped at the warning page 3 clicks ago.

As I lay in bed along side my latest celebrity treat, a vision of beauty and strength flashes onto the television screen. I sit up as the blond, tan pop singer rolls over and moans in her sleep. All memory of her nice, firm body bouncing up and down on me in passion flees my mind as I watch the wondrous creature move on the screen.
Her form fitting blue costume accentuates her marvelous body, the white 4 on her chest almost enveloped by here cleavage. But, it is not her perfect breasts, round firm ass, or sculptured legs that hold my attention. No, it is her long, flaming, red hair that she is using to dispose of the band of villains that she and her partners are fighting that draws me to the screen.
She uses her hair as if it were set of hands or tentacles. Picking men up, restraining them, or snatching flying objects from the air. She does this with no more strain than you are I swat at a fly with our hand. As I watch her finish off the battle, my ears pick up the sound of her name.
“Medusa,” the broadcaster says, “is the newest member of the Fantastic Four. She has taken the place of the Invisible Woman.”
“Medusa.” I let the name roll from my lips. Exotic and fitting for such an extraordinary woman. A woman that I must have and control.
I turn to the tart next to me and give her a shove.
“Time to get out Britt. I have places to go and things to do.”
“What?” she moans. “But we just got done. I thought we would spend the night together.”
I rise from the bed and head to the shower.
“You were as fun as I thought you would be, but it’s time to move on. Just be sure you are not here when I get out of the shower.”
I close the door to her protest and look in the mirror. Staring back is a 33 year old, slightly balding man that is 30 pounds over weight. I rub my face and smile, exposing my not quite pearly crooked teeth. As I give myself the once over and nod, I slip into my treat’s mind and remind her that there is a very important place she needs to be right now. This will prod her along with minimal complaint.
That is the secret of my success, by the way, my ability to go into other peoples minds and make them do as I please. It’s the reason I have banks full of money, a jet waiting on stand by at the air port, and a world famous singer scurrying out of my hotel suite at 1a.m. Before the accident in the laboratory I couldn’t get a woman like her to spit on me, now I can get them whenever I want.
I climb in the shower and wash the memory of her away as my new object of desire runs through my mind. Oh that hair! It looked so soft and silky, but so strong at the same time! I see her firm body moving in unison with her actions and plan just what I can do with it all.
I sit in a long black limousine as the action unfolds outside the window. The Wrecking Crew is battling, unsuccessfully, the Fantastic Four on the streets below the Baxter Building. I’m sure the Four are incredulous that the Crew would try to pull something right outside their headquarters, but they have no idea that it is I that put this motley group in such a precarious position.
I knew I would have to find a reason to get my prey into the open and was surprised to sense the Wrecking Crew hiding out near the airport. Never one to let opportunity pass by; I planted in their minds to be outside this building at noon the next day. As I sat in the dark ally across the way, I directed them to emerge from their van and start tearing things up. No real pattern, just general mayhem.
To no one’s surprise, the Fantastic Four emerged quickly and began going to work. I made sure to spread the opponents out to make my catch easier. I sent a small nudge to Medusa to move towards me as she surveyed the scene. The Crew moved the opposite way down the street, keeping the other 3 members of the super group occupied.
As Medusa came onto the street, she watched her teammates engage their opponents. She started to follow when she thought she saw something in the corner of her eye.
“Was that one of them going into that alley?” she thought.
Turning back and seeing the others deep in battle, she decides to check to be sure noone is trying to slip away. As she moves to the moth of the alley, she does no notice that noone is even watching her. All attention is on the battle down the road.
Peering into the alley, “There is nothing here but a limousine,”
“I wonder why anyone would park one here though?” she ponders as she walks closer to it.
The door to the limo opens and an average looking man climbs out.
“Excuse me, but did you see anyone running down this alley from the street?” she asks, looking over his shoulder.
A bolt of anger shoots through me for being ignored as I am asked the question.
“No, but I think it would be a good idea for you to get inside with me,” I reply.
Startled, she looks at me again.
“Now why would I want to do that?” she asks as she approaches the car.
Smiling I open the door wider. “Because I said so, my dear.”
Medusa realizes that she is indeed getting into the car and cannot stop herself. “What is the meaning of this? I have an important duty to uphold out there!”
I climb in the back seat next to her and motion the driver to take us away.
“Please turn your tracking and communication devise off,” I tell her.
To her shocked amazement she does as she is told. She looks at him as her hands drop to her sides.
“Who are you and why are you doing this?” she demands.
“Who I am is of little consequence and why I am doing it should be obvious. I don’t want any uninvited guests barging in on us.” I reach out and run my hand through her long hair.
“Get your hands off of me!” she yells, looking at me in disgust.
“It’s nice to see your temperament fits your fiery hair,” I say as my fingers continue to intertwine in the strands.
“It will make you much more fun to play with than if you were docile.”
She eyes me again with hatred as I feel her shiver. “What do you mean by playing with?”
Her eyes drop to her chest as a long strand of her hair slowly wraps itself around her firm right breast and squeezes it gently.
“Wha…,” she gasps.
“Heh, heh, heh, maybe I should say WE play with you,” smiling at her shocked face.
“You can’t be serious?!? You sick son of a bitch!” she spits, her furor rising.
The hair tightens sharply, squeezing her breast hard.
“AAAAHHH!” she screams.
“While I like your fire, I’ll have none of that attitude. Keep it up and there will be even more of that to come.” I whisper in her ear.
“OK, OK, just let it go!” she grunts through gritted teeth.
I run my eyes over her face; eyes shut tight, jaws clenched against the pain. Her red full lips trembled, slightly parted to reveal her perfect white teeth grinding together. I held her there as a small bead of sweat rolled down her cheek.
With but a thought the hair slowly loosened, allowing her breast to resume its natural shape. A small sign escaped her mouth as her face relaxed and she turned a narrowed gaze my direction.
“You realize that you will pay a high price after this is over, don’t you?” her question expressed softly but with an air of menace about it.
I reached out and placed a hand on her silky thigh, her muscles cording under it.
“What makes you think I will leave you in any position to tell tales?” an evil grin creeping over my face.
She stared at me, her face not changing. At that moment the car rolled to a stop and the door opened.
“Ladies first,” I merrily chimed motioning to the door.
Medusa climbed from the car, eyes taking in every detail of the garage in seconds. She knew she had to be aware of any opportunity. Unfortunately, the garage could have been one of millions in the greater New York area.
“Follow me my pet,” I casually strolled in from of her, leading her with my mind like a dog on a leash.
Medusa bristled inside at the name and the connotation the man’s nonchalant demeanor implied. He was not afraid of her and didn’t care that she knew.
I led her to an elevator and used her hair to push the penthouse button. I watched her profile as we rose through the building. Her breathing was shallow but rapid. Her eyes fixed straight ahead awaiting the next move. I could feel her hatred of me pouring from her body in waves. I could see every muscle in her body sharply defined in her skintight costume. Blue ripples as she fought against my paralyzing trap, trying to break free.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened, revealing not a penthouse sweet, but one large studio apartment. I could hear her breath catch as she saw the king sized bed covered with satin sheets and pillows occupying the center of the room. Surrounded by small cameras on 3 sides and hanging from the ceiling.
As I stood frozen in place by this madman, my stomach dropped. The scene in front of me looked like something from Hugh Hefner’s wet dreams. I turned to look at the man who was becoming my sickest enemy ever.
“You can’t be serious?” I stammered.
He waved his hand as he answered, “I have never been more serious in my life. I have had some of the most beautiful women in the world, but none compare to your combination of power and grandeur.”
With that I walked into a nightmare I hoped I would someday be able to forget. My body moved as if getting on that bed was as natural as breathing. I felt myself crawling into the middle of it and sitting. My feet tucked demurely under my bottom, back straight, and hands resting gently on my knees. I felt I would be sick if my body would let me.
I sat in a chair at the foot of the bed and watched as she slowly crawled onto the bed. She moved with slowness and sexiness that only a woman shaped like her could do.
Her hair billowed up and above her so that the cameras, which turned on when she was approaching the bed, could catch every inch of her body. As her hands sank into the silk, her firm ass, wrapped in tight blue material, rose into the air. The firm halves slowly parted as she moved across the sheets, allowing me to see her costume stretch tight across her most hidden place.
When she reached the center of the bed she turned to me like a cat finding a warm sleeping place. As she tucked her white booted feet under her, her hair fell as a frame around her body. Her erect poster emphasizing her beautiful breasts and the graceful arch of her neck which rose above her round black collar.
The most amazing part of the picture though was her face. Gone was the angry, violated woman. In its place was the amazingly attractive face of a woman that is happy, content, and ready to please. This face, which I had not seen before, caused me to stop the cameras. I moved to the edge of the bed and stared at her for what seemed like hours. I was looking at the face her husband or boyfriend must see when she comes to him for a night of passion.
As he moved from the chair towards the bed I wanted to recoil in disgust, but my body would not move. He was staring at me in a way that he had not before. As if he was seeing me for the first time. He was not looking at my body though, just my face. It made me feel more helpless than ever before not knowing why.
He seemed to feel my questioning and shook his head slightly.
“I’m sorry my dear. You are probably wondering about my sudden interest. Here, let me show you,” he said as he moved to the side and a TV monitor came into view.
What I saw almost made me faint! On the screen my face looked as if it belonged to someone else! A woman that wanted to be on this silk bed and to please this man. A woman that was ready to offer her inner most secrets to her lover. I felt as if I was dying inside. I was crying, but no tears would come.
“Why?” I heard myself softly ask.
“I want all of your beauty,” he replied, “not just the surface.”
With that he backed away from the bed and sat back in the chair.
As he sat I felt my tongue run slowly over my lips and my hair start to move. All I could do was sit in my shell of a body, a puppet as he pulled the strings. I felt my hair tickle the back of my neck as it gently grasped the zipper of my costume and pulled it down slowly. It felt it move inch by inch down my back, exposing not only my back, but my inner being.
As I sat in my chair and watched her pink tongue slip over her lips in slow motion I was in awe. Her hair came to life and her body moved in rhythm. On a monitor to my right I could see her back displayed as her hair worked the zipper down, alabaster skin revealed like treasure from the past.
Her costume was pulled gently over her shoulders as she held her arms away from her body. In one liquid motion her arms were bared and the top half dropped to her waist. I was surprised to see she wore nothing underneath it. Her firm white breasts toped with small rose colored nipples. Her hands moved behind her head as she arched her back and closed her eyes. Two strands of hair flowed from behind her on each side and gently tickle the tips of each nipple.
“Ohhhhhhh!” she moaned in as sexy a voice I have ever heard.
To have myself striped by my own hair was bad enough, but to feel my body react as if I was some Penthouse pet was even worse! I was screaming inside for my body to stop, but it was like I was in a deep dungeon. As the moan left my body, I felt something else touch me inside my head. Deep in a place that I had hidden away. It was then that I felt more violated than I ever would again.
I was drinking in the sight of Medusa pleasuring “herself” when I probed her mind deeper. That was when I found a secret she must have never shared. One that made what was happening to her ever the more painful. When I looked into that secret box I found that this was not the first time she had used her unnatural attributes to pleasure herself! The peek I stole let me know that there were ever more secrets to see!
Medusa lowered her head and I looked into her eyes. For a moment I gave them back to her and I saw the boiling tempest of rage, hurt, and loathing that simmered inside. My death would be quick if only she had the opportunity. I then took them back and settled in for the show.
I saw him see my feelings before he shut them back in the corner. I felt my hands go below me and prop me up on my elbows and my legs uncurled from beneath. My hair pulled the clinging fabric of my costume down my legs, leaving me reclining in nothing but my small purple thong. I could see on the monitor behind his head the image he saw; a woman in the throws of pleasure, glowing with love and passion. It was then I felt the secret that I hoped he would not have found.
She was looking at me as if I was her dearest lover. Her green eyes a glow with fire. Her bosom gently rising and falling with her breaths. Her long sculptured legs slightly spread and inviting. The thing that drew my attention though was the little purple thong, for beneath it lay her secret.
As I watched it, it started to ripple like water in a gentle breeze. Then, it slowly started to bunch up in the middle and pulling the sides in. The bottom of her pussy lips were exposed first as the material rode up between them. It was as the thong seemed to be “eaten” by her nether regions that it became apparent why it was moving. It seems the hair on her head wasn’t the only ones she could control!
I felt my pubic hairs come to life and start pulling my thong into my crotch. This seemed to throw a switch in me that sent me from despair to hatred. Never in my life had I wanted a man dead as much as I wanted this sorry excuse of a human destroyed! I knew that the opportunity would come; I just had to wait for it.
Outside of my husband, noone knew of my extra ability. I keep it long for his pleasure as well as my own. Now this scum was using it as a toy, working my thong into my cleft little by little until it would go no further. The exposed hair was moving in the air like hundreds of small snakes under a charmer’s spell, which in a way they were.
I watched the camera zoom in and on my crotch and catch the sight of my hairs dancing in the light. They shimmered a bright red as they swayed and danced for their new master. I wanted to close my eyes, but of course I did not have that option. I was forced to watch as the picture panned out and my feet rose from the bed into the air.
The site of those dancing hairs was amazing, but it was time to move on. I wasn’t worried about getting found, but I didn’t want to push my luck either. Reed Richards is a very smart man.
Medusa’s feet raised from the bed as her legs lifted into the air. This allowed her long strands to grasp each side of her thong and pull up and off of her. I extended my hand and took the silky prize from the offering hair. Lifting it to my face I inhaled her musky scent. Strong, exotic, and full of body, just as she was. I smiled to her as her legs returned to the bed, knees bent and spread open.
“Your fragrance is my powerful than the greatest pheromone. It is more intoxicating than the strongest drug. I could sustain myself for days on just this dose,” I told her smiling.
“I have many different ways of pleasuring the ones I love. I hope to show you all of them before we part ways,” she purred in a voice so deep and sultry that I almost lost control on the spot!
I wondered for a second who was talking until I realized those words had come from my own mouth! Not only was he using my body against me, he was making sure it looked like I was in control! I vowed then that killing him would be the nicest thing I did!
She pulled herself to the head of the bed to use the pillows to hold her up. I wanted to see her beautiful eyes as the events unfolded. Her red hair danced above her head as if a raging fire, whirling and cascading up and around. Her hands moved to her breasts, red tipped fingers gently pinching and tweaking her small hard nipples.
Two silky ropes of hair gently wrapped around her legs just below the knees. They pulled her legs up and out, revealing her lovely treasure even further. Under the small red patch of seaweed like hair I could see her outer lips, puffy and swollen. Unlike her alabaster body, these were full and red like the lips above. As if by magic, the lips opened to reveal her innermost sanctuary. Her flower was opened by the very hairs around it. They pulled and contracted in perfect unison to show me my reward.
“Mmmmmmmmm!” she moaned as her eyes shut in pleasure.
My eyes shutting at least saved me from seeing that monster enjoy his self. To have myself displayed like a common whore for who knows to see was beyond words. I felt the hairs above my opening move down and brush against my clitoris. The shock wave that hit my body caused me both anger and pain. To share this feeling with a stranger was humiliating.
“Ohhhhhh Yessssssssss!” my voice screamed and those hairs danced around my clit. They were brushing gently over the sensitive area, squeezing, and then turning around and around. My hands squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples in the way that only I know pleasures me the most. As much as I wanted to stop it and keep it away, the radiation of pleasure crashed through me to the core. I was not in control, but could not keep from feeling the pleasure!
A fine sheen of sweat covered her body as her hair and hands worked across her flesh. It seemed that every muscle in her body tightened in loosened in her throws of ecstasy. She trembled and shook, bucked and bounced like no other I have ever seen.
As I watched her pleasure, a thick limb of hair moved to my crotch and unzipped my pants. It then worked them open and my thin, 5 inch penis popped out. Wrapping around me it moved in silky softness over my organ. Never a feeling had I ever experienced! The perfect, snug grip soon had me as large as I had ever been! It felt better than any of the hundreds of virgins I had had, or any other woman for that matter.
“Oh my heavens I’m almost there!” I cried as I twitched on the bed.
My left hand left my breast, replaced by a tickling hair, and shoved two fingers into my flowing slit. I worked them in and out, my pussy squeezing as if to swallow my whole hand! Every erotic zone in my body was being inflamed and I was getting lost in the flood! It was like millions of tiny fingers were massaging my clit and sending me higher than I had ever been before.
“YES! YES! YES!” I screamed as my sweaty body bucked with energy. The tidal wave of passion that washed over my threatened to drown out that last small bit of control I had. I held on as my body froze momentarily at the height of my climax. That is when I opened my eyes and found a rock of reality to hold onto in the form of the sick little man causing all of this.
There he sat, eyes closed and trembling, as my hair stroked and squeezed his pathetic excuse of a cock. Anger filled me again as this vile man enjoyed a pleasure that only my husband had been given! To have him steal this intimate experience was yet another violation that he would have to pay for!
In that split second that my body reached its peak, so did his. His eyes opened and looked into mine as my caresses brought him to an explosive orgasm. He smiled at me, knowing how angry I was inside at this attack and being powerless to stop it.
As I exploded on to the floor, I opened my eyes to see her reach her glorious finish. Her hand almost half way in her pussy working to satisfy the hunger while the other pinched and squeezed he right breast. Her hair was like a red cloud floating about her in the air. But, it was her green eyes open and watching that drew me in. They were the hazy eyes of passion on the outside, but on the inside I knew they were showing this beauty the reality of my dominance over her.
“Oooooooooooooohhhhh,” she sighed as her body dropped to the bed in exhaustion, her long hair floating down and draping her in a soft, silky sheet of its own.
“I have never felt so good in my whole life!” my voice moaned. I felt my hair covering my body and wonder just how long this would continue. My eyes opened and looked at him again.
“I hope I was able to tale you to new heights as well, my lover,” my voice said in a smoky, sultry, whorish way. My stomach was ready to wretch any moment.
“You were marvelous Medusa my pet,” he replied with a smirky smile on his face. “As mind altering a passion I have never enjoyed before my love.”
The monitors then went dead and I could feel control returning to my face.
“You vile, inhuman creature! I will make you pay dearly for this!” I screamed at him.
Her face, an image of loving emotion just seconds before transformed into one of such deep hatred that I was startled for a moment. Her eyes shimmered with such malice that I was glad she could not use them as weapons.
“I have no doubt you would my dear, in many painful ways, but as I stated before we started, I don’t plan on leaving you in a position to do such a thing.” My eyes roamed her body as I allowed her to prop herself up on her elbows.
I felt his gaze run over me as I moved up. His words left me wondering what he had planned.
“You can’t keep me like this forever,” I hoped. “So what do you plan to do to keep me from extracting my revenge on you?”
He stared into my eyes and I could see his mind moving. I then felt the soft touch of my hair wrapping around my neck. My eyes widened as I felt it crawl around like a slow moving snake and then slightly exert pressure.
“No! You wou-eck!” my protest choked off.
“Obviously my dear, it would be very simple to keep you from even leaving this room.” He said in a matter of fact way.
I could not reply and was powerless to stop being strangled by my own body. He let me lay there fighting a battle I knew I would lose. As consciousness slipped away and sparks of white clouding my vision, he gave a wave of his hand and my hair released me.
I watched her gasping for air, her buxom bosom heaving to get oxygen back in her body. As her eyes cleared, the hate sparkled even more.
“You are much too enjoyable to do away with my pretty,” I said. “Why not let others enjoy your special attributes, besides I may want a sample myself again some time.”
“I’ll be dead before I let you do anything to me again!” she snarled at me.
“Oh my, not so pretty now are we. It’s a shame you must get so nasty like that.” I replied condescendingly.
I send her a thought and she rises from the bed, her hair retrieving her costume from the floor. As she slips back into it, I explain my plan.
“You, my dear, are going back to your precious little friends, but with a few changes made. You will remember what happened here, but not my face or anything that would lead you to me. I will erase those memories completely.” I rise as I tell her this, walking toward the door.
“You underestimate the power of my friends,” she threatens as she zips up the back of her suit. “They have ways of finding people like you with little difficulty.”
“I have no doubt that your friends are very resourceful indeed. I also know that you are not the first important person I have plucked and used, nor will you be the last. I think I will be just fine.” I give her a big grin as I motion her to the elevator.
I walk through the doors saying nothing. I feel his eyes on me like thousands of pairs of small hands sliding over my body. I feel some relief that I will be away from him soon.
“When we get downstairs I will tuck you in the limo and send you on your way. The driver will drop you off around the corner from your building. While you will be disoriented, you should be able to get back on your own. By the way, even if you think of it, the driver will remember nothing, and will be dead before you get to him anyway,” he tells me in his sure and confident way.

The elevator doors open and I walk out trying to remember everything about the garage. The driver is there with the door standing open. I’m not sure if it is the same driver or car that brought us here. I climb in and turn to the man.
“So this is it?” I ask. “I ride off into the night never to remember you again?”
“You will remember bits and pieces, as if it was a dream, but you will never be sure. As for meeting again, who knows? Maybe I will return for you again after sampling some of your delectable friends I learned of from your pretty little mind.” He said as he smirked evilly at me.
I felt my mouth drop as the door shut. In an instant things seemed to go foggy and I passed out.
When I saw the shocked look on her face at the mention of her friends I almost exploded again. I moved into her mind and erased any identifiable memory of myself, from my voice to my appearance to the smells she picked up. The rest of the experience became a dream like event that may have happened. With whom she would never be sure.
As the car pulled away I jogged through another door to my limo. I just had time to get back to my suite and prepare to attend the gala being held by one Ms. Janet Van Dyne. I wonder just how fun those shrinking powers can be!