Sue is taken to an old enemy...

Sue moved quickly through the streets quickly. She turned from the person who called to her, though it was a feminine voice, and a quick glance back confirmed that it was a rather beautiful elderly blue skinned woman, she couldn't trust anyone here. If someone recognized her there would be dire consequences.

Something began to beep, and out of the corner of Susan's eyes she saw a red flashing which must be coming from her collar. Her feet carried her faster through the streets. The sound of buzzing could be heard behind her, with a loud voice speaking over a megaphone, “Halt prisoner.....do not attempt to escape.” Since there was enough pedestrian traffic to cover her, the Invisible Woman was sure she hadn't been seen in the crowd. Her fears began to grow when the beeping became more frequent and louder. She picked up the pace and pushed people aside. The large lights of the casino called to her. Maybe in there she could lose them. That's when she felt her leg hit something. It sent her flying face forward into the hard pavement, she was lucky her hands caught her fall. She turned to see a black boot had tripped her.

She looked up to see several guards with blasters surrounding her. Her escape had failed. The men with silver helmets and the markings of the Collective grabbed her roughly, and pushed people away. A large leash like cord was attached to her collar, and one of the men yanked it in the direction he intended to bring Susan. As she was escorted off like a common criminal while people watched and pointed, Susan looked back to see the legs of the woman wearing the black boots. It was a woman wearing a black dress and covered in a dark veil. She had on a cape with a red inner lining. “KARISMA!” Sue shouted, fighting her restraints to get at the person who had cause her recapture. The guards were simply too string and forceful without her powers, and they all but dragged her away. What was she doing here in the Negative Zone, Susan thought as she tried to keep step back to the ship.

In time, she found herself back in her cell, albeit looking much different than the last visit. She sat on the metal bench that lined the wall and slapped her knees. “Don't go off on your own,” Sue heard Reed's words in her head. Still treating her like the Damsel in Distress, just like in the beginning. Though these words filled her with embarrassment at her current predicament.

The hours ticked away, and Sue thought of Johnny, hoping he'd return home. She knew her hopes were near impossible, and not even one hour had passed on Earth since she had left. Who were these captors the “Collective”? Where was she being taken and to whom? The uncertainty made her shiver.

One of her questions was soon answered, at least somewhat. The door to the empty cell hissed open, and Sue was shocked to see the smiling face of Bentley Whitman the Wizard, accompanied by Mac Gargan the villain know as the Scorpion. It was clear that the Wizard had tinkered with Gargan's suit as it appeared more like his own, but green and with specific adjustments. Two other male guards came in and moved to the corners.

“Whitman?” Sue stood up and put her hands on her hips. “What the hell are you doing in this place?”

The Wizard punched away on his handheld computer, not even looking up. “You'd be surprised how much these primitives will pay for technology,” he pointed to her collar. “Like your restraining collar, which quite frankly would never work on Earth. Negative Energy and all, I'd explain it but I think it'd be over your head.”

Sue spat at him, “Fuck you BENTLEY! RELEASE ME AT ONCE!”

The Wizard was not going to let this prize go, not now. “I'm afraid a certain party has paid quite heavily to have you delivered!” He pointed to Susan, “Prepare her properly....and do NOT touch her Gargan!” The door hissed and he exited.

Sue Storm looked over the villain, she didn't really know this man, other than a few tussles. Quite honeslty he wasn't exactly on her level or the Fantastic Four's level. “Not enough banks to rob on Earth Gargan?”

He smiled looking at her body in the revealing dress slowly taking her all in. “You'd be surprised what they offer someone with my abilities and skills here,” he licked his lips. “Bentley told me there would be perks to this. I just never imagined.” He produced a knife from his side, and Susan took a step back in fear. In his other hand was a scepter like device with buttons. He clicked one large green button and Sue felt a shock in her neck, causing her to fall to her knees. The man closed the gap and brought the knife to her neck, she kept his eye contact the entire time. “Defiant,” he laughed, “I like that,” the knife slowly moved towards the gold cinch that connected the two front portions of the dress. With a flick of his wrist he cut the side of the ring and the dress flaps came loose, exposing Susan's ample breasts and the sides of her nipples.

Sue kept her composure though it was hard. She had been here before, well, not this far, but she had been a captive of many men, from Rama-tut, to Namor and even Doom. Those men were much more respectful of a lady surprisingly, thought Sue at that moment. She felt his form move behind her and he lifted her to the feet by her pulling up her elbow. She felt the villain's hot breath on her neck, and then cringed when his left hand slid under the open dress, and over her exposed breast.

“Stop that,” one of the two guards stated, both pointed their blasters at the Scorpion. “If she is to be molested in ANY way, the client will know. HE will destroy us all.”

Gargan pushed Sue forward, and she fell to her knees with a thud. All these falls were creating various bruises and scrapes on her knees and hands. He nodded, “I know I know, not an OUNCE of DNA on her, and if we do.....” He chuckled, “I'm not even afraid of that guy!”

The outspoken guard took a breath. “You should be.”

The Scorpion moved back to the kneeling Sue. “Stand up!” He grabbed her forearm and pulled her to her feet. Sue stood motionless, not wanting to be hit or suffer another shock. Gargan cut the back of her dress, right down the crack of her ass. She was nude, right there, right in front of these men, and for the first time in a long time, she felt helpless, as Reed had once believed her. Stay strong, she kept telling herself.

The villain next pulled out a small device from his pocket. “We can have SOME fun. No one said we couldn't film this.” He yelled for Susan to pose for him as he snapped what appeared to be digital photos. Sue stood her ground, even after several shocks. “I don't really care what you do, men will pay top dollar here for pictures of THE Susan Richards nude.” He informed Susan, that if she told the client, then he'd bring these tapes to Earth. It was the only real leverage he had, but it was quite enough at that moment.

The camera device was pointed at her crotch. Her bush was rather fuzzy, as she hadn't shaven. But the outline of her wonderful vagina was clear. “Not ready for any fun are we?” He left the room and returned with a large white hose. “Let's get you wet!”

Sue felt the torrent of water hit her, and her natural reaction was to cover herself from the stream with her hands. As the firehouse of water cascaded across er body, sending her against the wall, she realized she was being cleaned just like a prisoner on Earth. Sue fell to her knees and tried to hide her sobbing face as water dripped from her body.

She heard the villain chuckle. “Nice and wet, just like the whore we all know you are.”

Sue didn't look up, but she felt a smaller stream of liquid hit her hair. A strong smell emanated from it, and when it ran to her lips, she momentarily tasted it. Piss. She looked up to see Gargan pissing on her, “You fucking pig, stop, stop, stop!” She cried out, holding up her hands.

“Come on boys, join in the fun,” Gargan chortled. “Let's take this uppity high society bitch down a notch! ” The two guards looked quickly at each other, and hesitated, “There ain't no DNA in pee!”

The guards moved to Gargan and dropped trow. If they couldn't fuck this beauty, why not. Who can say they pissed on a naked Invisible Woman. The three emptied there bladders on Sue, as she held her head down and didn't move. Gargan flipped his camera device back together and put it in his belt. “That'll catch a hefty price here.” He picked up the hose and began to spray her again, cleaning off the piss.

As he left her and moved towards the door, Sue put her hands on the ground and drenched in water, tears, and piss actually smiled up at him. “You will pay for this!” She seethed. It was a rather off thing for a heroine to say. Something a darker personality like Doom might utter. It felt perfectly succinct.

Sue remained in a ball, holding her legs close. She didn't move when a linen like sack was placed over her head. She was moved, and pushed, and shoved. Luckily, no one touched her. She heard voices, first Gargan's, then Whitman's, then unfamiliar ones. They spoke of prices and payment. She was given to a new group. She understood that. With husky deep voices. She tried in her mind to think about who the “client” was. She pieced together words Gargan and Whitman had spoken It was a male, a powerful male, someone who payed a hefty price for her, and didn't want her to be touched. Someone who was feared and respected in this place.

Finally after hours of movement, she finally stopped. The ground under her feet felt hard. The hood was lifted from her head, and she was pushed forward. It took her some time to look back, but she didn't see the person of people who brought her here. Her eyes adjusted to the lower light, and she saw a dank dungeon like structure lined with granite looking rocks, though she knew they weren't granite. A metal table was in the middle. That was all. She looked up towards the ceilings, and saw more large rock slabs, there were several flat screens adorning the walls.

The door creaked behind her and she saw her captor for the first time. The gray mane of hair gave him away instantly, and his hulking body had a hard time coming through the small metal door. Were it not for the blue familiar clothes, and the fact that she knew him, she'd think he was a large gray ape. Though even she knew the gray wasn't fur, just the hint of his skin.

Susan Storm-Richards actually let out a loud laugh, “Blastaar?” She couldn't believe it, “I mean I thought it was someone BIG TIME around here!” The large beast of a man just stood at the door smiling widely at her. She finally realized she was utterly naked in front of one of her oldest enemies. She covered herself, with both hands, but maintained her defiance and strength. “Nice place Blastie...could use some candles or...”

Sue was caught off guard when Blastaar closed the gap between them and she fell back against the table.. He grabbed her shoulder with his large hand and spun her around. She couldn't even fight when she felt his hand push her head down hard on the unforgiving metal table with a “THUD” that sent stars around her eyes.

“You'll forgive me for forgoing the pleasantries of foreplay Richards,” he spoke finally. “I have waited what seems like a life-time for this, and I will wait no longer.”

Sue heard the unbuckling of a belt and the movement of clothes. “Wait,” she cried out, “Please,” she begged, “We can talk about this.” She fought the large muscular hand that held her head, “This isn't what you want.” She pleaded. She felt something massive begin to rub itself near her dry womanhood. “NO! NO!”

From behind her, he muttered, “This is what Blastaar has always wanted Richards. And what Blastaar wants he gets.” He then pushed an inch of his immense gray cock-head, as thick as a baseball inside the dry pussy of the wife of his greatest enemy. The pussy was just as he imagined, IMPOSSIBLY tight, even for a woman married to a man who could stretch ANYTHING.

Susan felt as if he was trying to shove a Christmas Tree inside of her. “AHHHH!! NO!! NO!!! YOU CAN'T DO THAT! IT'S TOO BIG NO!!!! IT HURTS!” She was pleading with him to stop out of pain, not even registering the very nature of the act. The tremendous pressure and pain were too much for her to even think of anything else.

Blastaar was having trouble moving his cock forward, “I apologize Richards,” he huffed, “I don't have time to get you in the mood,” he licked his fingers and reached down and rubbed his saliva into her now wide open clitoris. It allowed him to enter three more inches. It was all he could muster now, a few inches, but the sensation was enough. He pumped, and thrust from behind her, until he felt his balls tighten. “FEEL THE MIGHT OF THE LIVING BOMBURST!” He shouted and his cock erupted. His powers didn't just come from his hands, and Susan's body found this out as she was shot forward when her vagina was hit with a torrent of energy and semen that made her scream in pain, like the fire-hose from earlier had been shoved directly up her pussy. It caused her to stand on her tippy-toes and collapse onto the table as it screeched across the floor from the semen blast.

The Invisible Woman rolled over and onto the floor, sobbing at the realization of what had just occurred. “FUCK YOU!” Was all she could muster, over and over. For years she had avoided all these advances from villains, heroes and males, and now here she was, taken by an enemy. This enemy no less. This brute. This beast.

Blastaar pulled up his blue pants and zipped them up. “ You may hate me now, but in time you will see Blastaar conquers all. Men, Armies, Planets, Galaxies, and now even the Invisible Woman. I do not expect you to understand or even like me. But I am sure in time you will respect me Susan. I am offering you a chance to rule at my side, as my equal.” He walked towards the door. “There is a darkness in you, that I have seen, and I like.” It was all he said and he left.

Sue sobbed, and curled up even tighter. She heard noise from above, and looked up to see the screens light up. They were visions of the Fantastic Four. They were from camera feeds, news reals, home-videos. This oddly gave her a small amount of ease as she saw her team. Her friends, her family. Her brother, and her husband.

The Invisible Woman remained in that position for hours. Nothing from Blastaar. The anger inside her was welling up, but she needed to control it. This was his play, his pitch after all. To bring out the darkness of “Malice” inside her. The Malice entity had many times taken over Susan, but she had fought it and won, killing this persona in spirit. After a few hours, the gray hand of a Baluuran opened a slat at the bottom of the metal door and pushed a plate of food through. This was folllowed by water, or what appeared to be water. Susan neither ate nor drank. She just sat wiping tears away, telling herself not to cry. Be strong. Hold out.

At some point, she found herself sleeping on her side. Her dreams were rough and hard. In the bedroom she shared with Reed, it was not her husband who opened the bathroom door in a robe. Blastaar appeared smiling. She woke with a start. Was it morning? She could not tell. Maybe a day had past in the Negative Zone, maybe two or three. That was only potentially several minutes on Earth.

The door opened, and Blastaar entered again, this time in more regal regalia. “I again don't have the time my darling for such tenderness as foreplay!” He walked over with purpose, even as Sue scrambled towards a corner where no escape would be found. He lifted her over his head easily. Without her powers, she was nothing against this brute, just a small although fit, and beautiful although frail woman. She was not strong enough to fight.

This time he laid her onto the metal table. She beat at his chest. This was no more than an annoyance, and Blastaar pulled his royal velvet pants down, his massive two foot cock pushing impossibly to the ceiling. It was a monster, a menace. It had been waiting eagerly for its newest prize. Blastaar pushed on her stomach to stop her movements. Her legs kicked, but he just pushed one to the side, and pushed his large gray tip inside of the Invisible Woman once again. Before he did this, he made sure to spit in his hands and rub her cunt to ensure some wetness.

Blastaar felt elated as he humped five inches of his wide cock inside the flailing heroine. Progress. He didn't care for her sobs or her pleas. He just wanted to enjoy his newest concubine. One he had waited on for ages. Ever since he first met her on the field of battle he desired to be in this very position. He knew it would happen. He was the mighty Blastaar. He would simply wait for this ultimate prize.

“RRRAAAAAAAGGGGGH!!!” He cried out as his cock erupted with an energy and cum blast that sent Susan's body and the table tumbling back. Blastaar explained her place once more, “You will be a fine consort Susan Storm-Richards, we will conquer this realm together. I have know this for some time. And one day you will sire me an heir to leave this all to.”

Sue spat at him, and turned her head, crawling into a ball as he left. She didn't even want to talk to this beast. Again, Susan sat with her knees up to her face. She watched the videos playing out above her. It seemed to be the same scenes. Then more food, another plate to add to the several already laying untouched in the cell.

Her eyes focused on the video feeds. Within the hour, it was clear that there was a slant in what was being shown. It was all occasions where Reed, Johnny or Ben chastised her for doing something or other in battle. It had been a constant theme early on. Everyone had been afraid that Susan couldn't handle herself as a heroine, since she was a woman. It was part of the reason she became Malice in the first place. The scenes from her time as Malice were often replayed on one monitor or the other. “Shut up Susan,” Reed's voice echoed through the cell as he smacked her. It had been his “way” of bringing Susan back. To this day she secretly resented that moment. He was a genius, and had all sorts of gadgets, and technologies. Instead he “hit” her to knock sense in to her.

The next day was the same, Blastaar eventually showed up, and took her again. It happened for an entire week. Now she just laid there staring at him as he violated her, with eyes that could pierce lead.

It must have been a little over a week, when Sue finally spoke for the first time in days. She knew she was being monitored. She pointed to the screeens. “I FUCKING GET IT!” Referring to the same scenes being played over and over. “THEY TREATED ME LIKE SHIT! I FUCKING GET IT! YOU HAPPY!” She did an impression of her husband, “I'm Reed Richards and you're not strong enough or smart enough to fend for yourself.” She laughed. “That was so ten years ago! We're a lot different now!”

She was surprised when the door opened.