Back with Sue

In the Baxter Building, Sue was luxuriating in the warm whirlpool bath, enjoying the warm water as it flowed and lapped around her body. She felt all tension leave her and her body relaxed completely, and her anger at Reed was replaced with a glow of contentment.

This was helped in no small part by the influence of Roberta, who was using the Pacifier contacts to nudge Sue’s mind to a place where it was receptive and open to new sensations. Roberta was also able to trigger sexual arousal in Sue, and the AI did that now. A detailed study of Sue’s sexual fantasies would be essential if she was going to help Sue achieve the maximum pleasure and contentment in future.

Sighing happily, Sue’s mind drifted to her usual sexual fantasies – forbidden sexual encounters with some of the heroes they associated with, but also some villains. She had barely admitted it to herself in the past but the prospect of being captured and ravaged by some of their greatest enemies caused a swell of dark excitement deep within her.

But now, at the center of her fantasies, was Slick. The black pimp was hardly as impressive or as dangerous as Doctor Doom, who had played the main role in many of her masturbation fantasies in the past, but there was something too reserved about Doom. In all the years they’d been enemies, there had always been a simmering tension between them, but Doom had never done the things that Slick had done to her that very night. How could any fantasy come close to the amazing heights of sexual delight she’d experienced with the pimp, just an hour before?

Her hand snaked to her pussy and she rubbed at her clit as images of Slick’s muscular body replaced the vision of Doom’s shiny metal armor. The prospect of being taken off to a Latverian castle and ravaged by Doom now looked like a childish princess fantasy. Being taken and fucked hard and made into a whore by the black pimp was a far more grounded and primal delight, and it was within her grasp!

Remembering how it felt to have Slick’s long, thick, hard cock thrust deep into her ass caused Sue to moan with wanton pleasure, and she began to rub her clit more frantically. She remembered him grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head up so he could growl in her ear. In her imagination, he now said, “You fucking love this. Your sweet fuckin’ ass is mine now. Aint that right, you dirty fuckin’ bitch?”

Murmuring in the bath as her hand thrashed at her clit, Sue purred, “Yes Slick, yes.. I'm yours... I’m YOURS!!!"

With that, Sue tensed as a titanic orgasm slammed through her body and she splashed the water out of the bath and yelped with ecstasy.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Roberta appeared beside the bath, a look of concern on her face. “Is everything alright, Sue? Your vital signs just peaked in a most alarming fashion. However, it seems to have been quite pleasurable for you.”

Sue would normally be embarrassed at this, but considering the day she’d had, she was pretty hard to embarrass at this point.

Sue laughed. “Don’t worry Roberta, I feel better than I have in a long time. I’m just mulling over the idea of taking Slick up on his offer.”

The AI smiled. “As you know, I am in favor of it. With my help, you could avoid any negative consequences. There is no reason why you should not be able to pursue your desires and make them a reality. After all the sacrifices you have made for the good of humanity, I think you owe it to yourself to take something back.”

Sue raised an eyebrow. “That’s certainly an interesting way of looking at it. But I’m not sure, Roberta. It would mean crossing a line that I’m not sure there’s any coming back from.”

Roberta smiled sympathetically. “Wouldn’t you say you’ve already crossed that line, Sue?”

Sue just shrugged her lovely shoulders, then climbed out of the bath and began drying herself with a towel. “I just don’t know, Roberta. I’ll have to sleep on it. And boy, do I need some sleep after the day I’ve had!”

“Very well, Sue. I’ll see to it that you are undisturbed and that you have a relaxing night.”

Sue went to bed, and within moments she drifted off into a deep sleep. As she did, Roberta activated the Pacifier contacts once more. From behind her closed eyelids, the devices were able to transmit impulses and data directly into the sleeping brain of the Invisible Woman, so that she would experience whatever sights, sounds and physical sensations the AI chose. Roberta manipulated Sue’s brainwave activity to ensure that she was in the most receptive and impressionable state while she experienced the virtual input.

Sue’s emotional and physical responses would be recorded and studied in detail to make sure that future input was tailored exactly to appeal most deeply to Sue’s needs and desires.

Deep in her sleep, Sue was totally unaware that she was being fed any of these thoughts and feelings from an external source. To her, it would simply seem that she was experiencing the most intense and persuasive dreams. In her mind, this would only serve to reinforce her belief that something deep within her had been unlocked by the intensity of her experiences with Slick.

Once Sue’s brainwave activity was at the optimal level, Roberta began the input.

In her dream, Sue began to relive her evening’s experience with Slick, but this time, there was no **** and no hint of ****. She happily, gleefully blew him in the alley, using all her natural ability to deep-throat his huge black cock, reveling in the pleasurable sensations as she slid her head back and forth along the thick, slimy shaft. Roberta spoke in her mind, but using Sue’s own voice. To Sue, it was as if her innermost self was speaking, cooing and purring to her from deep in her mind. “Yes, Susan. You are a whore. You LOVE being a whore!”

Sue squirmed and moaned in her sleep, smiling and nodding her agreement as her body lit up with lust and pleasure.

Then she saw herself in Slick’s room, dancing seductively and stripping off her Fantastic Four uniform, posing her luscious body for the leering gaze of her pimp.

The seductive voice spoke again in her mind. “You love Slick for taking you in as his whore.”

Next, she saw herself in a variety of disguises, courtesy of the Perception Filter. In each of them, she was performing exquisite sexual services for an endless parade of clients. She watched with dark delight as her dream self had sex in alleyways, in hotel rooms, in the back of cars. She had sex with men and women, alone and in groups. She experienced gang-bangs with football teams, rap bands, and groups of frat-boys.

She also had sex with less than respectable members of society, and the images of her carnal antics with various criminals caused her a particular sexual thrill, which Roberta duly noted.

She was always able to recognise herself in each of her disguises, but no-one else would. The occasional client might notice a certain facial resemblance to the famous Susan Storm-Richards, but they would never guess that it was actually her!

She was able to take on a variety of forms, but in her mind’s eye, she kept coming back to one particular disguise. One which best seemed to represent every dark desire she had kept repressed all these years. Through it, she was able to display her inner self in ways that would raise far too many eyebrows and cause too much controversy if they were part of her public persona.

First, her body was adorned with a large number of tattoos. Each arm was covered with a tattoo sleeve, she had tattoos swirling up each thigh, joining tattoos on the sides of her torso and all over her back. She had tattoos above her hairless pussy and some on her neck and chest. Then there were the piercings. Her ears, eyebrows, nose, nipples, and pussy all glittered with silver rings and studs, and her tongue bore not one but two silver studs, proclaiming her to be a mistress of the oral arts.

Her hair was dyed a severe silver platinum, but with dark roots showing. Her makeup was heavy and slutty, her eyes rimmed with black and her lips blood-red and glossy.

But the disguises were for the public. When she was alone with Slick, or with the chosen few who were allowed to know the secret, she was herself. She saw an endless parade of images featuring herself and the black pimp in a dizzying variety of sexual acts and positions, and saw herself writhing and thrashing about with total sexual delight, her body slammed by orgasm after incredible orgasm. These were far more intense than any she could ever experience with Reed, no matter how hard he might try to satisfy her.

She wasn’t convinced that it could really be called love, but she felt a deep devotion and attachment to Slick, as well as eternal gratitude for enabling her to embrace her inner whore. But she was under no illusions about him. He was criminal scum, but that was a huge part of the attraction too. She truly loved Reed, but Slick was everything Reed was not. Her husband was virtuous, kind and gentle. Slick was villainous, cruel and rough. And this turned her on to no end. Serving as his whore, bringing him each night’s take and being fucked by him would give her primal, savage pleasure that she could never experience in her respectable life as the Invisible Woman.

The voice spoke again. “You want to be the best whore you can be. You will be the ultimate whore! You will be a legend and bring men and women pleasure they never knew existed. The more pleasure they feel, the more pleasure you feel too!”

The images now flashed by so fast they would barely register on the conscious mind, but Sue’s receptive brain soaked them all in. As the dream images flickered frantically through Sue’s mind, the subliminal input was cycling through a concentrated series of virtual sexual training programs. For each hour of sleep, Sue experienced the equivalent of a week’s instruction in the carnal arts. Roberta had selected the best and most instructive footage from the whole of Slick’s video library, recorded from the secret cameras scattered throughout his ho hotel. The AI mixed these with selections from the almost limitless array of pornographic scenes that she had plucked from the web.

On a deep subconscious level, Sue was able to study these scenes and the techniques and skills were imprinted deeply within her memory, as though she had performed the acts herself. Indeed, Roberta was able to replace some of the women in the footage with flawless replicas of Sue, so that she was able to watch herself and learn how to bring her endless horde of clients to previously unknown heights of sexual delight. Sue would be unaware that she had been trained, but would merely remember intensely erotic dreams which would help to reinforce the idea that she had been gifted with natural talents that would make all but the most seasoned pro envious - basically, that she was born to be a whore!

As an endless wave of orgasmic bliss caused her body to writhe and thrash beneath the sheets, her mind was blasted with a barrage of sexual learning and intense pleasure which carried on through the night…