The Controller Examines His New Possession

A mirrored wall opened up, to reveal a secret passage. Nissa and Susan Storm walked obediently down the opening, prompted by some unspoken mental impulse. The door closed behind her, leaving the cocaine in an empty V.I.P. room.

Inwardly, a part of the Invisible Woman realized her helplessness. Watched her body move. Yet she could not summon the will to resist or disobey. She was a dispassionate passenger in her own body. The narrow corridor led to what looked to be a laboratory; Sue recognized the pre-fabricated metal paneling that was a hallmark of the quick pop-up facilities sold by AIM; a popular option for the mad scientist on a budget. Racks of equipment covered one wall, while on the other stood women in what Sue took at first to be various states of undress, but quickly realized were strippers in various revealing outfits. There a thick Black woman in overalls that bared her enormous breasts, there a willowy bottle-blonde in a ballet outfit, the crotch carefully cut out and the pierced labia splayed open with pink ribbons...

Sue felt something stir inside of her. An echo of the emotion she knew she should feel, to see these women on such barbaric display.

Then the Controller stepped forward.

He was a beastly hulk of a man, easily over six feet and with the wide shoulders of a linebacker, at least in the mechanical blue exoskeleton that was his hallmark. The Controller's face, however was line, wrinkled, prematurely aged from the strain of his experiments on himself. He loomed over the Invisible Woman and circled her like a dog at the park admiring a new bitch.

"A little old for my tastes," he mumbled.

With a perfunctory lift of her hair, the Controller first checked to make sure the control disc was in place. Then he began to rip off her clothes. She stood there, perfectly still as he used his superhuman strength, derived from the psychic energies siphoned from those he controlled, to tear her clothes off. He could as easily have instructed her to strip, and Sue would have obeyed. Yet he wanted to do this himself. To bear her breasts, her pussy.

The Controller's strange white eyes drank in Sue's naked body. The soft breasts with the dark nipples, still perky after two children. The very faint white stretch marks. The carefully trimmed golden triangle of pubic hair. Fingers arrogantly flicked her nipple. The blow to the sensitive spot hurt, but in her current state, Sue didn't even flinch. It was a test of his control.

"Pathetic," he said. "I ask for hot young sluts, and you bring me an over-the-hill sow. What is your name, cunt?"

"Susan Storm-Richards," the Invisible Woman said obediently.

The Controller stiffened. His eyes narrowed.

"The Invisible Woman?" he said, his voice suddenly very quiet.

"Yes," Sue replied.

The Controller chewed on this piece of information. It was like going to the corner store for a paperback horror novel and walking out with the Darkhold.

"Prove it," he said. "Turn invisible."

Sue vanished. The world brightened slightly, as it did when she went invisible, her eyelids no longer able to block out photons. The Controller reached forward with both hands, found her shoulders. With unnecessary roughness he groped her arms, her breasts. Then, an impulse tickled the back of her brain. An unspoken order.

Sue reappeared.

The Controller grinned.

He had the Invisible Woman under his control. The possibilities were endless...