A Dream of Power & Domination

A whimper slipped past Sue Storm's lips. She felt the iron chains about her wrists and ankles, the iron collar about her neck, and the iron band about her waist. Hard wood pressed against her back as she stood on the X-shaped cross. The glow of a fire in a brazier lit the dark dungeon, and there were iron brands stuck in that fire, the grey steel slowly turning a glowing red. Sue knew these ancient stones of old. It was the lowermost original level of Doomstadt, the oldest part of the castle, the foundations that had been sunk into the bedrock.

Sue had been here before. In life, and more often in dreams.

The blonde heroine struggled against her bonds, but it was useless. Yet something was different this time. The cloaked and masked figure that stoked the fire was not Doom. Sue couldn't tell how she knew that. Not until the figure stood up to their full height, and stared into Sue's eyes.

How many times over her life Sue had stared through those armored eyeslits to the intense, blue eyes of Victor von Doom? Surrounded by the self-inflicted scar tissue from where he had placed his own red-hot mask onto his features. Yet the skin around these eyes was clear. Soft. And the eyes were hard, like chips of blue ice in a glacier.

An armored gauntlet shot forth and grabbed the figure four emblazoned on Sue's chest. With a contemptuous show of strength, the false Doom wrenched their arm down, and tore Sue's costumer from collar to crotch. The Invisible Woman stood aghast, exposed. In all of her dealings with Doom, he had never done this.

"The Invisible Girl," the voice was a synthetic approximation of Doom's own harsh tones. "The Fantastic Four's weakest link. For too long have you used your sex as a shield. Let others protect you. Dainty, fragile..."

The figure moved forward, grabbed the ripped edges of the costume and pulled them downward. The balled blue fabric came off Sue's shoulders and pinned her arms to her sides. Her pale breasts popped out, the dark nipples soft in the hot, close air of the dungeon. Sweat ran down Sue's chest as she renewed her struggle against her bonds.

If only I could use my powers! Sue thought.

A steel gauntlet clasped around Sue's throat. The cold eyes fixed on Sue as pressure was applied against her throat. Immediately, Sue couldn't breathe. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish as she tried to gasp for air.

Then insult was added to injury.

Down between her legs, hard, cold fingers tore away the last little bit of fabric that covered Sue's crotch. The false Doom stared into Sue's eyes as the gauntlet between her legs turned. Her whole body stiffened as she felt the penetration of those metal digits. Her merely human vaginal muscles could not resist the armored figure as they violated her body. A line that Doctor Doom, Sue was sure, had never and would never cross.

Like a true sadist, the false Doom drank in the sight of Sue's suffering. Her humiliation, her degradation. The pain in her pussy, the burning in her lungs as they strove for oxygen, was as nothing compared to those eyes that drew such pleasure from her weakness, her powerlessness.

"This is only the beginning," the armored figure whispered. "Wait until I show your friends what has become of you. How do you think your husband will feel, when I make you howl like a whore before his eyes? Will your brother burn with lust when he sees his sister reduced to a quivering slut, naked and begging for release? Perhaps even the Thing will grow hard when he sees you grovel for a cock to suck!"

Anger flared through Sue. Indignation. Rage.

If only I had my powers, I...

Then realization dawned on Sue. The collar about her neck was not one of Doom's devices that suppressed her powers. As the darkness crept in on the edges of her vision, Sue stared into her tormenter's eyes. With a thought, she imagined an invisible vise on the hand inserted in her pussy.

Then she made it happen.

"Aaaargh!" the false Doom roared as metal crushed and the bones in their wrist were reduced to powder. Immediately, they released Sue Storm's throat to cradle their wounded arm. A mistake that the real Doctor Doom would never make.

With a thought, Sue Storm imagined a skin-tight ****-field all around her body. She let it expand an inch away from her skin. Her bonds burst from within, bits of metal ricocheted around the dungeon. The false Doom, their left hand dangling uselessly from the pinched wrist, raised their right hand, and the tips of the metal gauntlet glowed with menace.

Invisible razor-edged ribbons tore through the gauntlet and the arm underneath. Without lifting a finger, invisible hands lifted the figure of Sue's tormenter into the air. The Invisible Woman's blue eyes flashed with menace as she sucked in air, and a giant invisible crab cracker settled around her enemy's chest.

The electric scream brought a smile to Sue's face. With the patience of a gourmand, she used invisible picks and hooks to pry off the metal shell. The false Doom struggled. Incandescent energies burned from last-ditch weapons. Acid sprayed onto invisible walls from hidden vents. Yet there was nothing in this fraud's arsenal that could protect them from the half-naked figure of the Invisible Woman.

At last, only the mask and helmet remained, the wounded and bloody figure dressed only in the ragged pajama-like outfit that was all there was left between the armor and skin.

With a contemptuous gesture, Sue raised the broken figure and **** them against the X-shaped cross where she herself had just been bound. Sue couldn't repress her smile, her face hurt from smiling so much. The rush of power after that period of powerlessness, the turning of the tables, was intoxicating.

The Invisible Woman placed her fingertips into the eyeholes of the mask. The figure struggled useless, just as Sue had struggled, as invisible tools popped the bolts and screws that held the mask in place. Until she felt it come loose. With one grand gesture, Sue could not reveal who her tormenter was.

"Let's see how you like it!" Sue said, and there was a relish in her voice as she ripped the mask away.

Only to awake in her own bed, in a cold sweat and utter shock at the vision that had been too much for her sleeping mind.