Malice of Intent
Invisible Woman
Date: 6/14/04
Mars Lovely (marslovely@yahoo.com)

NOTE: The following story contains elements of an adult nature, and those less than 18 years of age, or those who are offended by bondage, non-consensual sex, rape and torture should read no further. The characters herein are the property of Marvel Comics.

It was just another day for Sue Richards. Some days she was saving the world from invading aliens, other days she was a house wife, maintaining order in the technological wonder she called home. Most of the storage space throughout the Four Freedoms building was filled with Reed’s inventions. Though she always insisted that Reed keep his work out of their living quarters, it always seemed to appear like magic, and he always promised to have Ben carry it out later. While it bothered her that Reed didn’t seem to notice it, from a space planning perspective, it wasn’t a problem. Over the years Sue’s wardrobe had shrunk. She usually wore the Fantastic Four costume from day to day, and kept a minimal amount of civilian clothes for the rare special occasions.

While cleaning out her tiny closet, she came across an envelope that contained a deed and keys for an apartment suite, in her maiden name, Sue Storm. The deed listed her as the owner of hotel that the suite is in, though it is maintained by a holding company. Intrigued, Sue decided to check it out in person. She was sick to death of the cleaning routine and the children were with her brother. Besides, she had no memory of ever having been there, let alone purchasing it. After leaving a note that she was going out, Sue made her way to the roof. Stepping off the roof of the building, Sue glided on a series of her invisible force field ramps till she arrived at the hotel.

Going invisible herself, Sue slipped into the lobby of what was obviously a seedy hotel. She could tell immediately that it is a questionable establishment. There was a small bar/restaurant filled with people trying not to be recognized. Many still wear hats or sunglasses, and face away from the doors and windows, cautiously looking around but never making eye contact. There is a noticeable surplus of women staffing the place. Each of them is attractive, distinctly so, and extremely well built. Sue might not have noticed such details except for the uniforms. Most wore an outfit that consisted of a jacket over street clothes. Though many look completely normal, several of the women who seemed to come and go with patrons had tiny skirts with fish net stockings or thigh high boots. Each also wore a fresh flower, either in their hair or in their lapels. Oddly familiar, Sue couldn’t place the name of the flower, or where she had seen it before.

One of thee women, obviously a prostitute even to Sue’s gilded mind set, led a nervous man to the elevator. Sneaking behind one of this ‘lady’, as Sue smugly referred to the prostitute in her head, Sue entered an elevator car and stood quietly and unseen in a corner. As the door closed, the elderly man gained some confidence, standing up straighter and pulling off his sunglasses.

“Mr. Jameson,” the woman said, turning towards him and unbuttoning her jacket, “would you like to continue your adventure?” Under her jacket she wore familiar costume. Despite being skin tight to a markedly different physique then Spider Man, the bright red and blue costume was an obvious homage to NYC’s famous wall crawler. Pulling a matching mask from her pocket, she slipped it over her head. It was different from Spider Man’s as it allowed from her red hair to flow out the back, and that curiously enough, the mouth was covered with a ball. She pulled its straps back behind her head and fastened them there, gagging herself. With a deft move, she unzipped her skirt, dropping it to the floor. Underneath she wore a web embossed panties that adhered tightly to her well defined ass checks. Turning away from Jameson, and unknowingly facing Sue, she put her arms behind her back. Jameson grabbed her wrists and slapped a pair of handcuffs onto her.

The elevator chimed a moment before the door opened. Grabbing her by the hair, he roughly led her into the hallway towards an awaiting room. Another woman, in a similarly modified Daredevil custom took her place in the elevator. The black and red leather outfit clung to her magnificent form. The bodice had a plunging neckline, revealing her abundant cleavage. Full length leather gloves covered her arms, with straps and buckles dangling from her wrists. “Daredevil’s” boots ran up her legs, stopping just inches from the G-String bottom of her costume. As she bent to pick up the jacket and skirt of her coworker, Jameson backtracked and spanked her exposed ass, leaving a red hand print on top of flushed welts that already crisscrossed her rear. “Don’t think I forgot about you either…”

Sue continued up in the car with “Daredevil.” Once the door closed, the woman pulled off her mask, revealing what pretty young face, but was covered with bruises and a split lip.. She was covered in sweat and red in the face from exertion. She reached behind herself, and pulled the thong loose as it had worked itself into a deep wedgie in sore ass. That caused a business card to fall from the waist of it. Sue only caught a glimpse before “Daredevil” retrieved it. “F. Nelson, Attorney At Law” it read.

The woman looked in the mirror, and straight through the Invisible Woman standing there while she lightly touched the swelling on her face. Obviously distressed and her injuries, she spit on the card and threw it into the garbage can under the elevator’s control panel. She took a moment to reposition herself inside the leather top. Pulling one of her enormous tits free of the costume, she adjusted the metal barbell pin that pierced her nipple. Sue felt herself blush, feeling a camaraderie with the girl. During a fight with the Psycho Man, Sue had lost control of her mind and assumed a different mental identity. For a short while, she had been told later by Reed and the team, she had become a dominating bitch of a villain. Calling herself Malice, she had fought the rest of the team to a stand still.

Unknown to Reed, Malice had done many other things besides fight for the Psycho Man. Sue touched her own breast, remembering the nipple rings she had found, after recovering from her time as Malice. Nipples, nose, tongue, belly button…everything had been pierced. Many places more then once. Sue’s hand drifted lower to her crotch. She had so much metal down there that she had thought she could never recover. Reed’s dermal regenerator had restored all here abused parts back to perfect condition. Sue had secretly wished she had kept some of them though, but Reed always seemed so repulsed by the thought of the mother of his children having such accessories before then, that she never acted on it.

Her hand lingered, lightly resting on her outside of her paints as she watched “Daredevil” put herself back into her costume. Sue noticed that the nightclub strapped to this hero’s leg was actually a large dildo, recently used by the glistening moisture on it. The other end was tipped with leather tassels that were about the size of the welts across her butt. “I guess they specialize in super hero fantasies” Sue thought to herself. “Daredevil” ran her hands through her short black hair, un-matting it from the hood-hair that plagued all masked heroes.

The door chimed again, as the elevator car stopped several floors higher. “Daredevil” collected her things and exited into a busy hallway, filled with half naked woman in variations of super hero costumes. A woman that closely resembled Janet Van Dyne, but wearing a version of a Wasp costume that would even have the risqué socialite/adventurer blushing, stopped “Daredevil” as she exited. “Oh sweetie,” she cooed, “That’s a nasty black eye. C’mon, we’ll get you into the Blue Room and take care of it.”

“Oh no!” Daredevil mimed an aura of self importance, “the fat fuck wants a rematch in a hour when he catches his breath!” I’ll need the bruise to look even worse for that. I’ll be in the Blue Room all night healing this. Why is it always the soft looking ones that need to prove themselves…”

The door closed as they wandered down the hallway discussing their theories on men. Sue pressed the button for the eighth floor. That had been the suite number she found back in the closet at the Four Freedom’s plaza. Sue was puzzled. Reed’s dermal regenerator was a blue light. How could a brothel have gotten hold of something like his technology? She was glad on the other hand, that the girl wouldn’t suffer from the beating she took. Why on earth would any one do this to her self for a living? No one could enjoy sex that much, could they? She was an attractive girl, clearly good enough to model like Sue had done while in college. There seemed to be many more questions and no answers at this point.

Sue exited the elevator into an ornately arranged sitting room. Large strangely exotic plants filled the room with color and thickly scented the air. Almost overpowering, Sue had to gasp for air through her mouth while she adjusted to the sickly sweet aroma. They were the flower she saw on the girls wore downstairs, but these were much larger.

The chairs and couches were angled for an intimate setting. Along one wall was a large flat screen. At the moment, the panel was divided among 20 or so smaller pictures. Picking up the remote, Sue stared at it for moment, and then pushed in the number 2 and the select button. Like the remote at home, the second picture-in-picture panel expanded to fill the whole screen. The picture was perfectly clear in high definition. It was the lobby, with much of the same crowd milling about, trying not to be noticed. However, as each of their faces came into view on the screen, it became highlighted and a text description of them, their names, addresses, and personalities popped up. Credit Card numbers, past purchases from this establishment, personal notes. The facial recognition software triggered a database look up, so that all their secrets revealed themselves, despite the hats pulled low and trench coats draped tightly around them. “Well, well, well…” Sue said to herself, amazed at the list of names that bounced around the screen. Politicians, businessmen, clergy, and even a movie star were currently waiting for their turn with the girls.

Sue had begun to notice a look when she was out saving the day, or making an appearance. There was the normal admiration or star struck awe to be seen by their fans, but more often she had noticed a leer on the faces in the crowds. Having always been attractive, Sue was used to being stared at before she became Invisible Woman. Lewd looks were to be expected, but now she began to realize it was more then just a hormonally challenged masturbator, those looks might well have been from people who had paid to have sex with a look-a-like hooker. Sue wanted to be taken aback by the thought, but she wasn’t. It is just the way things go, those men who felt emasculated by heroes, male or female, could subject their superiors these denigrations. For the right price they could exert their inadequacies over their idols. “At least there wasn’t anyone like me there” she thought. On a second thought, she wondered why there wasn’t. She was pretty enough wasn’t she?

Pushing more of the buttons, Sue flipped through more of the pictures. The Spider Girl she had seen in the elevator was bound tightly in ropes around her arms and legs. Her mask had been pulled up over her nose revealing her full red lips. Jameson stood before her, waving his semi erect cock in her face. Grabbing her hair, he forced his way into her mouth. She struggled for a moment, feigning indignation, before finally accepting his cock. Even as he grabbed her hair and jammed it deep into her throat, she sucked and licked at his penis. Pulling out after only a minute of this, he spewed his load into her face. As he used a hand full of her hair to wipe himself clean, she licked at the fluids running down her mouth.

Pulling her up to her feet, where she wobbled awkwardly from being bound, Jameson yanked her Spider Man costume up over her breasts. She flinched has his coarse hands squeezed her bare chest and crudely pinched her nipples. Raising one hand he lashed out slapping her right tit. Spider Girl spun, falling to her knees from the impact. Grabbing the cloth that bunched up at her throat he pulled her back to her feet and slapped the other one.

Sue watched, entranced by the scene. She recoiled at the violence, watching this old man abuse the girl. Looking closely, Sue could see that the knots had been poorly tied and it was Spider Girl actually holding the ropes, pretending to still be bound throughout the whole ordeal. “It’s not real,” Sue assured herself, “she’s really in control down there, even if he doesn’t know it.”

That thought made Sue a little more comfortable with the situation, though she was still tempted to go bust into the room and stop it. Room after room, Sue watched these woman, all dressed to resemble heroes she knew as friends, being abused and dominated.

A tall black woman with long white hair was forced over a bench and being fucked by two men. One slid his rock hard member in and out of her mouth. The other positioned himself behind her, lubricating his dick. Reaching back, she pulled her buttock wide, exposing her puckered hole for him. Stepping close, he began to push the swollen head of his shaft against her, slowly forcing himself in. Her face winced at the pressure, but she arched her back more, shoving her hips back against him until he was completed embedded into her. The two men seesawed back and forth slamming her form both directions, each driving the other one deeper into the Storm imposter. Each came within seconds of each other and gave a high-five to celebrate. Storm, swallowing the load, turned to wipe the flaccid cock that had been in her ass. Once clean, she began to lick it while fondling his balls. Springing back to life in her mouth, she reclined, pulling him on top of her, guiding his meat between her ebony breasts. Each dark brown nipple was adorned with gold rings that the man pulled on with his fingers. Pressing her brown tits together the man began thrusting between them. On each upstroke, she lapped at the head of his penis, licking away the pre-cum that leaked from it. The other man moved around, lifting her legs into the air and with a quick thrust, drove deeply into her wet cunt.

Sue noticed that she had been absent mindedly running her hand across her stomach. She still felt distain for what she was watching, but the revulsion was gone. Not just gone, but completely absent, like it had never occurred to her that such things were wrong. Standing there watching this rampant sexual debauchery as she rubbed her moist pussy through her costume, Sue began to feel more comfortable with it all, and that this is where she should be. Not running around saving the world and serving her prudish husband’s mundane carnal needs. “With all their powers, she thought, they should be having crazy sex like that,” she thought watching muscular woman in a Punisher tube top force a vibrator into a man’s ass as he cowered at her feet.

Startled, Sue felt a pressure against her crotch. Slowly, she expanded the force field to fill her aroused pussy. It was a treat she occasionally gave herself while Reed was busy in the lab. The force field swelled till it fully fit her, and then a little more, stretching the muscles. It pulsed, growing and shrinking, extending and receding. She fell backwards onto the couch, throwing one leg over the back, spreading herself wide open. Closing her eyes, her hands wandered to her chest, gently squeezing them, pushing them together imaging that she was tittie fucking a man like Storm had. Two more force fields materialized around her nipples, contracting on them till it hurt, and then pulling the hard little buds till she gasped in pain. Sue was beside herself with lust. She had so much longing built up inside that she could no longer suppress her need for a good fucking. Through half closed eyes she caught her reflection in a mirror. Her gloved hands on her face, her fingers in her mouth pulling at her lips while her invisible constructs throbbed in her pussy.

Using her powers again, the blue of her costume faded away, revealing her black bra and panties. The bra faded away as well, so she could see her tits being invisibly manhandled, her nipples pulled around in circles and shoved back deep into her buxom chest. Sue pushed her hips down against a second, smaller force field cock that pressed against her ass. Being frictionless, it slid into quickly and moved in tempo with the larger one filling her cunt.
“ohhhh…yesss…” she sighed.

Though Reed could have stretched his dick in a thinning shape and done this, he never did. He always seemed so detached while they made love. She had decided she loved sliding an invisible cock up her ass after once she had slipping invisibly into Johnny’s room and watching him do it to his girl friend at the time. She was a short Puerto Rican girl that he dated for a while a few years back. Sue had actually only wanted to retrieve his dirty laundry to wash, but became trapped when they closed the door and begin to make out. It was apparently their first time havening sex. She was mostly naked leaning over the footboard of his bed, and Johnny was behind her stroking his penis with a lubricant. She pulled the fabric off her panties to one side to reveal her olive skinned ass. It took some effort as Johnny was quite gifted in the man department, but he managed to penetrate her anus and eventually sink all the way in so that his blonde hairs rushed her cheeks.

Releasing his grip on her hips, he reached around first to play with her tiny breasts, then to her crotch. She looked back at Johnny, and whispered to him not to be surprised.

“I know Rosa…” he answered as his hand freed a small but growing dick. Sue had been shocked watching Johnny stroking the cock as he rammed his own into the transvestite. Sue was open minded enough to respect all walks of life, but never guessed that Johnny swung both ways. After watching the two of them reverse places and seeing the pained excitement on Johnny’s face, Sue had added it to her own masturbation routine after that.

Sue reached down to touch herself, but realized, though invisible, her clothes were in the way. Her force field shifted, forming a skin-tight barrier, and then expanded till her costume popped and flew away from her in a shredded mass of unstable molecules. They would reform given time, but Sue wasn’t concerned with that now. With unfettered access she went straight for her swollen clit, rubbing it and sliding her now wet fingers against the nub while the force field sex toys returned to their job of fulfilling her.

Sue was delirious with the pressure of the invisible cocks hammering into her from both ends. She groaned and cried out as she drew close to orgasm. The cool air of the room heightened the sensations. Her skin was covered in a fine layer of perspiration as she writhed on the cold leather couch. Her pussy oozed with her own juices and coated her fingers as she furiously rubbed her clit. Sue’s guttural noises quickened as she closed in on orgasm. Her muscles tensed, clenching the twin invaders in her cunt and ass. Just moments before cumming they stopped and dematerialized. Sue jolted upright, shocked that they were gone. She was startled more when she noticed the woman standing behind the couch, watching her.

“Ms. Storm?” the woman asked. She was a tall woman, with her blonde haired pulled back into a pony tail. Strikingly beautiful, she stood in thigh high patent leather boots with matching arm length gloves. Her large tits were covered, but not concealed by metal chains hanging between black straps that ran from a neck collar and down around her back. She wore an ankle length skirt that was slit clear up to its waist, which hung low on her hips.

“Mrs. R…” Sue started to correct her, pulling a couch pillow up to cover her nakedness, but she stopped short, thinking twice about announcing who she was, given the situation she found herself in. “Yes, I am she.”

Sue realized, looking at this half dress woman, that they looked very similar, close enough to be sisters with wide blue eyes, fine pale skin. Where Sue went with the ‘natural beauty’ look with minimal makeup, this woman wore a vivid red lip gloss, with sharp and almost cruel black eye liner. Sue desperately wanted to turn invisible and flew from here, to hide from the embarrassment she felt, but couldn’t. She was oddly drawn to something about this woman.

Looking her over, Sue noticed that slung along her hip was a baton. Like the “Daredevil” Sue had seen in the elevator, one end was shaped like a penis shape, with rings of small rounded spikes along the shaft. The other end was a matching semi-transparent cock, with faint lights flickering within it. Coming around the couch, the blonde knelt before Sue and held the baton out for her. Cautiously, Sue reached out to take the bizarre object. A charge flushed through her hand as she touched it. It seemed to jump from the blonde’s hand into her own. Instantly Sue felt more confident.

Standing, she let the pillow fall to the floor. The blonde leaned in, pressing her check to the side of Sue’s leg. Looking down at the girl, Sue instinctively pointed the cock-head baton towards her face, which she quickly took into her mouth. Sue gasped. She could feel the other woman’s lips and tongue lavish attention on the cock-head as if it were part of her. The woman wrapped her hands around the shaft and stroked it, working the head deeper into her mouth, into her throat while Sue tossed her head back and sighed at the sensations. The feelings were strange, alien to her gender. As if she had become a man through this baton, she felt a powerful urge in her groin and a sudden release that took her breath away. She shuddered from the intensity of cumming like a man.

The woman on the floor gagged, still sucking on the baton’s head. Drawing back, Sue could see she had a mouthful of fluid, which leaked from her lips as she climbed to her feet. Unlike Reed’s semen, this liquid had a luminescent green glow. Now standing face to face, the blonde woman leaned in and kissed her. Sue responded on instinct, kissing her back, and accepting her tongue as it crossed over her lips. The green cum, flowed into her mouth as well. Sharing its unique flavor and texture, they pushed it back and forth between their lips. Finally Sue swallowed the load as they broke from their kiss.

The blonde licked Sue’s lips, then her own. Collecting the remaining cum from her cheek on a gloved finger, she offered it to Sue, who accepted the finger into her mouth, savoring the last drop. For the first time in a long time Sue felt alive. The green cum invigorated her as it filled her with a warm feeling of self reliance and control. She felt heady, almost tipsy from it, but unlike being drunk Sue felt empowered and focused. She turned, slowly surveying the room. This was hers. All hers, and she deserved it. She heard the slight sound of the metal chains hitting against each other as the blonde removed her outfit. She neatly folded the leather garments on the couch, leaving the boots along side. Naked she returned to her kneeling position along side Sue, gently kissing her leg in an adoring fashion. As Sue pivoted to view her new home, she rose on her knees, hugging her mistress’ hips and demonstrating her loyalties by placing her lips to Sue’s ass. Touched by the complete submission of this girl, Sue reached back and stroked her hair. The resemblance again struck Sue. It was like looking in a personality distorting mirror. Except now, Sue felt the girl wore too much makeup, and on reflecting, she herself wasn’t wearing enough.

As if on queue, the girl disengaged herself from Sue leg, took her hand and lead her to a door, partially hidden by the flowering plants. Though she hadn’t recognized them before, Sue now remembered these odd plants. They were not from Earth, but rather a floral paradise in the Microverse that she and the others visited once. Their scent, Reed postulated, could have a strong pheromone component as the people of that world had a preternatural peaceful and sexually open society, despite having come from various warring races in that vicinity. Laughing to herself, Sue thought “that explains why I was so horny earlier, not that it matters now.”

Placing her hand on a panel, the door opened itself and the lights glowed to a gentle illumination. Closets lined the personal dressing room. Each filled with various outfits, most in black leather. Some had spikes, some chains, but all were finely crafted and tailored to Sue’s body. She didn’t question how she knew this, just that it was so. Striding over to a vanity, Sue sat in front of the mirror, examining her reflection. She sighed over the bland appearance. She needed to correct this right away. Washing the make up from her face, she noticed the girl had joined her, and was doing the same. As Sue applied her racy red lipstick, the girl applied a modest shade. As Sue’s eye liner darkened her glare, the girl’s eye took a certain doe eyed innocence. Each stroke of the makeup tantalized Sue. She was still aroused, from the plant fumes, but more so by her own changes. Gone were the self doubts and secret longings. Now she could play out every thought or fantasy that crossed her mind.

When they were done, Sue smiled for they had effectively changed places. The girl wore the simple look that Sue had walked in here with, and she was now sharply painted up to match her attitude. Looking at the new image in the mirror, she knew something was missing. Flicking her nipple with her long red nails, she remembered her rings. All of her beautiful body rings that she had thrown away for fear of Reed’s reaction. “Stupid!” She cursed at herself. The holes had long since been healed, so she would have to start from scratch. She thought for a moment, trying to recapture a fleeting half forgotten memory.

“Terry” she said in a commanding tone to the girl, as she finished feathering her hair back, the way Sue used to wear her own. The Punisher girl, Sue remembered, had a talent for it. It was just a small part of her repertoire of the Sensual Pain skills that the clients loved so much. The girl quickly walked off to summon her. “And Samanthi” she added, deciding it was time for a haircut as well.

The tall black woman arrived first. She was the woman who played Storm for the mutant gang bang Sue had watched earlier. Now changed to her civilian look, the long white wig was gone. She wore her hair cut short, almost shaved. She walked with the confident, sensual ease of all Sue’s top performers. They were the best in the world and each of the girl’s knew it. The front button of her low hung leather paints was undone, helping to accentuate the pink thong, whose hips strings contrasted with her dark skin. Sue, still naked, sat on a chair within a tiled bathing section of the room. Her look-a-like was drawing a bath for her, seeding the warm waters with oils and petals from the exotic plant. Opening a drawer, Samanthi laid out razors, scissors, shavers and other tools for her trade.

“I understand” she spoke reverently to Sue, “Terry is to be joining us. Shall I start there?”

Without a word, Sue answered her by opening her legs. Though trimmed neatly, Sue disliked the look of hair on her pussy. Reclining the back of the chair she was sitting in, Sue lifted her legs, resting them on the edge to better expose herself for the procedure. Before starting, Samanthi bent over and kissed Sue’s moist lips. Using her scissors, she cut away most of the fine light hair. Rubbing a cream over the remaining stubble, she sharpened her razor against its strap. With controlled swipes, she cleared Sue’s pubic hair, leaving a cleanly shaved mound. Carefully Samanthi removed any remaining hairs from below her crotch and between her ass checks. There hadn’t been much, but even that little amount was too much for Sue to tolerate. Samanthi used a warm clothe to wipe away any cream or cut hairs. Cleaning the scissors, she next took to trimming Sue’s head hair. “Shorter and more stylish, lighten it too.”

Within an hour, Sue was transformed. Her hear was, what was left of it, a platinum blonde with a spikiness to it. She rubbed the cock-head of her baton across her lips as she reviewed her look in the mirror. The new hair cut and clean pussy made her look younger, much younger. Whether it was a by-product of the cosmic radiation that gave her super powers, or the demanding life style of being a hero, she had always kept her body lithe and fit. Kissing the cock-head, she turned announcing she was ready for Terry.

Still wearing her Punisher tank top, Terry also wore a gypsy looking skirt/wrap that was so low, had she any pubic hair herself, it would have shown. Approaching Sue, she examined her nose, looking for the spot of her previous ring. Using a pliers-ish looking device she quickly pierced her left nostril. The sharp pain of the needle and ring going in set Sue’s skin buzzing again. Every little touch, from the hair cut till now had kept the desire burning between her legs, but this pain was exquisite. She quickly followed up piercing several more rings into each of Sue’s ears. As she moved around the chair, Sue reached out to tug the hem of Terry’s wrap, casing it to fall to the ground. Licking her middle finger, Sue tickled Terry’s clit for a moment before thrusting it into her. Terry giggled in a very un-Punisher manner as she constricting her well trained vaginal muscles against Sue’s finger, milking it as it were a penis that she desperately wanted to please. Sue directed Terry to straddle her lap so their two smooth pussies rubbed against one another as Terry continued her work.

Switching tools, the Punisher girl showed Sue the hollow needle. Leaning close, she gripped Sue’s nipple with her teeth, and gently pulled back. Sue ground her crotch into Terry’s as the needle was shoved through, behind the erect nipple. Releasing her bite, she quickly inserted the ring. She repeated this with the other breast, taking a little longer to kiss and suck on it as they mashed their wet cunts together, spreading their juices on each other. Gently pressing Sue’s mouth open, she pulled out her tongue and inserted the barbell through it.

Turning, Terry knelt over Sue’s face while preparing to pierce her belly button. Enticed by the strong aroma of Terry’s excitement, Sue began lapping at the wet lips and using her new tongue toy to stimulate her clit and click against the jewelry Terry wore there. Thrilled at the taste and her own willingness to pleasure another woman, Sue was thrusting her tongue deep into that hot hole and enjoying the juices as they flowed back into her mouth. Truly a professional, Terry was able to place the navel ring despite Sue’s distraction. Like the other, it was a white gold ring. The one however, had a jeweled charm in the shape of the letter “M”.

“M” was for Malice, her evil alter ego, but Sue didn’t feel like Malice. First off, she was aware of what was happening and what she was doing. As Malice, Sue’s personality had been separate and suppressed, with no idea what was going on. The Psycho Man’s emotion manipulating technology had effectively created a new consciousness. Now Sue felt liberated from the mental baggage and free to act on her whims without the concerns of being a wife or mother, or even a hero. Maybe, she thought, Malice wasn’t a different consciousness after all, maybe she was just the wanton part Sue denied and never wanted to admit to having

The blonde girl who had played as Malice during Sue’s absence sat nearby, watching the piercing ceremony. As Sue’s rings were restored, she had removed her own matching body work. Now free of metal, and the role as Malice, she walked to the closet pulling out a new costume. The bright blue was instantly recognizable, while the outfit was surprisingly different. Instead of tight fitting leggings, her legs were exposed. The white boots had O-rings stitched along the ankles, as did the gloves as the wrists. “So much the better to bind her with,” Sue thought as she watched from between Terry’s thighs. The top was closer to the original, except as a jacket, it was left open the G-string body suit. Narrow cut in the front and the back, the thong was already visibly damp from her excitement. The top of it was cut so that her ample cleavage was exposed. The fabric was silky and fine so that her hard nipples were clear to see as they pressed against it.

Both Malice and Terry shuddered together, the former from orgasming from her mistress’ skilled tonguing, and the later from the sharp pain of a fine wire piercing her excited clit. All of Malice’s most sensitive places ached from the new body but at the same, they tingled with wave of pleasure as her blood pumped through them. As Terry dismounted, Malice signaled the new Sue to come closer. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, Malice pulled her closer for a vicious kiss. Biting her lips, and tongue as it ventured out of her mouth, the new Sue gasped for air, panting desperately. Lapping at glaze Terry’s pussy left around Malice’s mouth, she blinked putting on a terrorized look. As Sue, she was as submissive as the persona of Malice had been dominating.

Pushing Sue back so hard she collapsed to the floor, Malice signaled for the other two girls. “Hook her up” she commanded. Terry and Samanthi roughly hauled the girl up to the chair. Wrenching her arms above her head, that clipped the O-rings onto a hook behind her head. It forced her to arch her back and thrust her heaving chest up. Hooking each ankle along side the chair, they stepped back to watch from the shadows. Terry picked up her wrap and twisting it tight like a rope, forced it into Sue’s mouth, tying it off behind her head. Pulling her Punisher tub top off, she twisted it around and fit it over Sue’s eyes.

Rejoining Samanthi, she tugged on her own nipple rings, still anxious for more action. Malice turned towards her and rolled her eyes towards Samanthi. Terry immediately turned to the dark skinned beauty and kissed her with a passion. Together they pulled her leather pants down as Samanthi wiggled to help get them past her hips. The two settled to the floor as they explored each others bodies with their hands and mouths. Their legs intertwined and rubbing at each others cunts.

Malice watched for a moment, feeling her own pussy heating up from the show. A low moan from the bound Sue Richards brought her attentions back. Reaching her hand out, the baton flew across the room to her. Closing her eyes, she ran her tongue alongside the bottom of this life-like cock. The sensation was relayed to her own body, as if it were her dick being touched. Sucking on the head, Malice lubed the monster cock with her spit. The rounded spike rings began to turn, each in the opposite direction then the ring above it. Standing between Sue’s spread legs; Malice grabbed the silky fabric and pulled it aside. This Sue had a thin strip of blonde pubic hair left forming a line above her sex. Malice twirled the fine hair between her fingers, as she created a force field between Sue’s slickening lips. From behind the gag, Sue gasped at the intrusion.

Malice ran the cock-head along her ribs, slowly trailing it down across her taunt stomach muscles that quivered uncontrollably as it pass over. Licking it again, Malice placed the head of it against her open hole and began pressing it in. Using another force field to keep Sue’s legs open, Malice stroked the baton in and out, up to the first set of rings. Malice’s own pussy throbbed as the sensation was played out on her nervous system. They both began to pant in ragged breathes. As Sue’s pussy juices lubricated the baton, Malice picked up the pace of her methodical pumping. Each pump, she drove it deeper until with a guttural groan Malice buried the first of the spiked rings inside her. Malice slumped forward, overcome with the pleasure. Sue’s head lolled side to side, as her body writhed on the chair. She had to leverage but she tried to push her hips forward to drive the baton deeper.

“Well bitch,” Malice teased her victim, “you like being fucked hard don’t you! Reed never fucked you like this did he?”

Giving it a final push, Malice forced all three rotating rings into Sue, before dropping to her knees. The waves of pleasure buffeted her. Each throb of her body piercings arched like an electrical shock, each culminating in her clitoris which screamed from the sensation. Terry and Samanthi appeared at her side, helping her to her feet. Barely aware of their presence Malice was carried to the awaiting tub and lowered into it. Each woman held Malice’s head with one hand and caressed her quivering body with the other. Alternating, they lowered their heads to take a nipple into their mouths; kissing, biting and twisting the rings with their tongues.

Sue meanwhile began thrashing about on the chair, trying to scream into the gag. The cock-head continued to pulse and twirl inside her, driving her past orgasm into a tortuous state of overpowering passion. Unable to cum, she struggled against her bindings like an animal. Conscious thought fled away from her as all she could comprehend was the massive tool began to vibrate inside her with such force that it jiggled her body. In the tub, Malice began flexing her hips, gyrating as she fucked Sue across the room. Turning her head she, her mouth found the large brown globe of Samanthi’s boob as it dangled over the edge. Mercilessly Malice sunk her teeth into the soft flesh even as she grabbed Terry’s hand and dragged it to her enflamed cunt. Holding the fingers straight, Malice drove them into herself. Two then three fingers rammed their way in, and Malice kept pushing. She needed more. “Deeper you whore” she cursed clamping her legs on Terry’s wrist.

On her command Terry shoved her hand in, stretching Malice’s burning pussy to its limits. The pain flashed like fireworks across her brain. Thrusting her hips and splashing the water over the edge, Malice took the fisting and screamed in agonizing delight. Terry’s arm was buried halfway into her cunt when she started to open it and drag her finger nails across the soft skin inside. Samanthi shoved her pendulous breast back into Malice’s mouth where she sucked and chewed on her stiff nipple that jutted out like a black rod.

All remnants of Sue Richard vanished as Malice arched her back in climax. She stiffened with such forced that she pulled the ring from her abused chew toy and banged her head against the bottom of the tub underwater. Simultaneously, the cock-head spewed its load into Sue releasing her from the sexual stasis so that multiple orgasms crashed down on her all at once. Her body twisted and bucked in a frenzy that ripped the O-rings from their stitching. Contorting uncontrollably she fell from the chair into a sobbing heap on the floor.

Pulling her hand free, Terry raced to lift her mistress’ head out of the water as Samanthi clasped at her bloody breast. Recovering, she helped to lift Malice from the tub. Gently drying her, they carried her unconscious body into the master suite and laying her out on the bed. Malice grabbed Terry’s hand as she drew the blanket over her. Opening her mouth, she lifted the golden loop on her tongue, hooked on her own tongue piercing. Faint traces of blood still coated it. Terry took the ring and showed it to Samanthi who had returned carrying Sue’s unconscious body.

Pulling the costume from Sue, they laid her out next to Malice, who embraced her before slipping into sleep. Even unconscious, she rubbed her long red finger nails across Sue’s stomach and cupped her breast.

The two quietly took stock of their injuries. Samanthi was still holding her breast and Terry massaging a strained wrist. Walking back to the dressing room, they recovered their clothes and heading out to enjoy the Blue Room’s healing rays. Now that Malice was back, they knew they would be sending a lot more time there.