Blackfire's Betrayal and Sue's Malice

Sue was carrying the bottle of Thanagarian brandy back to the hidden laboratory of Emperor Doom when a figure stepped from a side-corridor, blocking her path. This person had chosen a point where Sue was far from her husband’s guards or Doombots. Cries would not be heard. But Sue was not afraid. She was far from powerless. An invisible ****-field sprung up between them.

Sue recognised the woman as soon as she was over her surprise. The figure was dressed in the tight-fitting silver-banded armor of a Tamaran warrior. A voluminous mane of deepest black hair framed a cruel smirking face. They had met before. This was the princess that her husband Doom had, in his unquestionable wisdom, raised to be a queen. Komand'r was an ally, but an unexpected guest. Sue frowned, uncertain whether to raise the alarm or show her to her husband’s side. She lowered her ****-field.

“I would speak to you, ‘Sue’,” Blackfire spoke softly but commandingly.

Blackfire had said Sue’s name as if it were some private joke. And if Luthor had looked at Sue like she was an insect to be studied, then Blackfire’s gaze was worse. She wore an expression of contempt and lust without the least attempt to disguise either. Luthor had studied her like she wasn’t there; Blackfire gave the impression she intended to use Sue as if she very much were. Still Sue was unafraid. None would dare cross Doom in his own castle.

“Let me show you to my husband, Emperor Doom,” Sue said, with emphasis on the word ‘emperor’. And then after a long enough delay to be noticed added, “Your Majesty.”

Blackfire grinned viciously in return and did not get out of Sue’s way. Instead she asked a question, “Do you remember your marriage to Doom, ‘Sue’? It must have been a spectacular ceremony. The talk of the galaxy.”

Whatever confrontation or provocation Blackfire intended, Sue could see no harm in humoring the alien beauty by answering her question. But this time the moments stretched on as Sue found she had no answer. A look of puzzlement settled on her lovely face. Doom is my love. Doom is my husband. I serve Doom. She shook her head as if clearing cobwebs.

“Come, let me show you to the Emperor.” She moved to pass Queen Blackfire, but stopped. Blackfire had taken hold of Sue’s arm. Not painfully but firmly.

“What were your daughter Valeria’s first words, ‘Sue’?” There was a vicious glee in Blackfire’s question. Sue’s discomfort was clearly giving the Tamaran royal pleasure.

“I- I…,” Sue felt a pressure in her mind. Her hands went to her temples, to soothe the pain, to press her own brain for answers. Why couldn’t she remember? Where was Valeria? Surely this was exactly what a mother would-- Doom is my love. Doom is my husband. I serve Doom. The mantra swept away her doubts and the strange pressure vanished. She was filled with love for Doom and that was enough. “I don’t remember. It was before I became Emperor Doom’s loving wife. Nothing before that joyous moment matters.”

Sue gave no sign that only seconds before she had failed to remember becoming Doom’s wife.

Blackfire released her grip on Sue’s arm and gestured for Sue to lead the way. Sue continued passed. So it was that Sue was unprepared when Blackfire pressed something to her neck. Or more precisely, pressed something against the metal collar hidden beneath the white fabric around her neck. The collar Sue never took off, not even to bathe.

Blackfire stepped back as Sue froze in place. For a moment nothing happened. Then the collar squirmed through the fabric that hid it. It was black and pulsing with some weird hybrid of mechanical and biological life. Tendrils sank into Sue’s flawless skin and snaked up her neck towards her mouth. Sue’s eyes began to fill with black from the pupils, spreading outwards over her blue irises and the whites of her eyes like corrupting oil. Her ears began to leak the same black oil. As she opened her mouth as if to scream oil sprayed down from behind her upper lips and up from her lower, sealing her mouth in a glistening gag.

Sue shook. The mantra of “Doom is my love. Doom is my husband. I serve Doom” coming from the collar and being injected directly into her helpless brain stopped. A new mantra took its place. Long sharp black spikes erupted from her collar. The collar sent new tendrils of oily black corruption down Sue’s body from her neck now. Her costume turned black and became skimpier. Her tits expanded.

Sue stopped shaking, and relaxed. Her nipples were like bullets, and the shifting black fabric over her crotch had moulded itself to her pussy lips. The oily liquid fabric might even have been flowing in through them. Whether or not was the case, her cameltoe proclaimed her sexual arousal. Sue’s limbs unfroze, and her hands went eagerly to her breasts and crotch. She began to masturbate with abandon, flaunting her corrupted body before Blackfire’s eager gaze.

Finally the oily gag over her mouth broke. Like an egg hatching, some part of Blackfire thought.

“DARKSEID IS!” Sue Storm proclaimed in triumph.”Darkseid is my master. I am the **** of Darkseid. I am his Malice!”