Street-Level Sue

Sue had been at the launch of a new charity foundation that FF Inc were funding, when the question of street crime had come up. At the dinner afterward she’d been seated next to the Police Commissioner of the NYPD and he’d made some half-humorous comment about the Fantastic Four being too grand and important to bother themselves with ordinary crime in their own home city.

This had immediately annoyed Sue, partly because there was a lot of truth in it. Yes, the FF were usually concerned with problems on a more cosmic scale, but that didn’t mean they didn’t care about crime in New York. She had suggested that there were plenty of street-level heroes that the Police could reach out to, like Spider-Man and Daredevil. But she caught herself and almost blushed at how arrogant she sounded. Wasn’t she just proving he was right – she was too high and mighty to bother with petty street crime?

Perhaps against her better judgement, she had agreed to assist the NYPD on some operation – really more of a PR exercise than anything, but at least she’d have a ready answer next time someone said she was too grand to bother with street problems in NY!

So here she was, standing at the end of a grimy alleyway in one of the least respectable areas of the city, listening to the Police radio chatter coming through the earpiece she’d been given. She looked down the alleyway at the entrance to the building that was to be raided. Apparently it was a hotspot for all kinds of crime – ****, gun running, prostitution. A successful operation would mean shutting down several operations in one fell swoop.

Sue knew there were several teams of heavily armed cops in unmarked vans and cars nearby, poised and waiting to strike. She had been told not to get involved as the Invisible Woman unless things went badly wrong. After all, the NYPD didn’t want to give the impression that they NEEDED her help. No, she was just there as a friendly courtesy. Consequently, she was rather bored.

At least she didn’t need to skulk in the shadows like some vigilante. Thanks to her powers, she could stand right beneath a street light, as she was right now. She would be in full view of everyone within a hundred yards, if she weren’t invisible!

*****

She was barely aware that the light from the lamp above her was a slightly different color from what she was used to from the city’s street lights. Thanks to Killgrave’s interference, the shift in the color of light emitted was very slight, but it was enough for the newly discovered part of the light spectrum to swamp Sue’s body with its insidious radiation.

Because she was invisible, the light was able to penetrate every atom of her brain through her visual cortex, bathing them in its influence which would slowly and surely alter her mind. The alterations would be gradual, but irreversible. The old Susan Storm was already slipping away forever, to be replaced by a new one. The light began to permanently erase her inhibitions and sense or morality. These were all that stood between her conscious mind and the near bottomless well of untapped lusts and perversions that she had been repressing for years. And further still, those lusts and perversions grew as they were bathed in the strange new purple light, feeding on its weird energy and growing stronger and more intense…

*****

Sue found her attention drifting away from the target building towards a group of young women who were clustered across the street from her. They too were standing under a street light, so she was able to get a very good look at them. Their scandalous, trashy clothing made it clear they were plying their trade as street hookers.

Normally Sue would have looked away in disgust and disapproval, but now she found herself strangely fascinated. This was certainly more interesting than her boring stake-out!

The whores were decked out in skin-tight skimpy leather, PVC, and latex, fishnet stockings, studded leather bracelets, spiked collars, all complimented by a range of exotic footwear sporting ‘fuck-me’ spiked high heels. The whores also sported a myriad of tattoos and piercings, and their hair and makeup was trashy and slutty, designed to announce to the world that they were available for hot, nasty sex, at the right price.

All of this was familiar to Sue. She had often imagined herself wearing similar clothes in her recent masturbation fantasies. But none of the whores looked as good in these outfits as Sue would, she knew. Her beauty and body were hard to match, and the prospect of seeing her broad, toned ass barely contained in that tight latex miniskirt and torn fishnets was a mouth-watering prospect!

But even though she looked better, the whores had something Sue lacked – a certain confidence, a certain freedom. They were free from the crushing expectations of society. They weren’t expected to always do good, make the right choices, to uphold certain values.

As the mind-warping rays from the street light flooded down upon her, Sue could almost hear a sensually wicked voice whisper in her mind – it was her own subconscious self, telling her that she could easily enjoy the same kind of freedom as these whores. She just needed to turn her back on the tiresome business of heroism and learn to enjoy the delicious possibilities of wickedness, depravity, perversion, and evil.

She began to understand that she had always yearned for these things. She’d just never been able to admit it to herself. But what was once securely locked away in her subconscious mind was now seeping through into her conscious thoughts. She knew that if she really let herself go, she would be able to revel in the kind of forbidden delights that these pathetic street whores could never dream of…

A sudden squawking in her earpiece snapped Sue out of her reverie. Her brow furrowed as she was pulled back to full awareness of her surroundings. The Police were swinging into action around her! As several groups of armed cops rushed towards the target building, the cluster of street whores scattered and quickly faded into the night. Sue couldn’t help but watch that latex-clad ass as it disappeared into the shadows of an alley across the street.

*****

Later, as she posed for photos back at Police HQ with the smugly grinning Commissioner, her smile was fixed and her gaze was distracted. She was wondering how many clothing boutiques in New York specialized in fetish wear, or whether she’d need to go online to find the kind of clothes she wanted. She had decided that she really needed to spice up her boring, conservative wardrobe.

“But that’s just the beginning,” the sinister, sensual voice whispered in her mind. Sue’s thoughts were betrayed by a slight mischievous smile as she contemplated where her newly discovered impulses would take her next…