The show begins

Opening herself to the effects of the ****, Sue felt as though she was floating through a sea of exquisite, warm pleasure, and her eyes stared in rapture at the visions that swam into focus all around her on holographic displays as the chair rotated and the room spun slowly around her.

She saw a dizzying array of pornographic video footage, showing all the wild carnal activities that humans could engage in. Not only humans, as she also saw some scenes featuring animals and a range of aliens too, footage that must have been captured in some exotic corners of the universe. But one thing was common to all the footage, there was always a nubile human female involved in all the various combinations of sexual activity.

As the **** continued to take effect, her pupils fully dilated and the images seemed to flood directly through her retina and into her brain, as did the subliminal visual signals that were interwoven with the footage. These visual signals were impossible to detect on a conscious level, but they registered fully on a subconscious level and the **** made her especially receptive to their influence.

Sue’s eyes darted back and forth from one scene to the next as the chair swept her round and round. Deep-throat blowjobs, gang-bangs, bukkake, double and triple penetration, ****, bondage, water-sports. Everything that a pornographer’s mind could conceive of was on display, and Sue drank it all in like a woman who had been dying of thirst.

At first, the women in the footage were different from each other, but as the room spun, her **** mind reeled and her body throbbed with enhanced sensation, she noticed that the women all began to look similar, then identical. They all looked like her! Advanced computer manipulation had been used to replace the faces, hair, even the skin tones of all the women, so they looked identical to Sue Storm-Richards. So now, Sue was able to watch herself taking part in a bewildering kaleidoscope of sex acts with seemingly endless legions of sexual partners.

Her **** mind embraced it all and she swooned with sheer delight at the thought of taking part in all these sex acts, not merely witnessing them. The effects of the **** on her body meant her physical sensations of pleasure were enhanced a thousand-fold and she was more aroused than she had imagined possible. Her nipples were hard as bullets and strained against the stretchy fabric of her Fantastic Four uniform. Her pussy juices flowed like a river of sweet honey, staining the crotch of the suit a darker blue.

Again, she moaned with frustration as she felt the restraints holding her in place. She yearned to use her hands to pleasure herself, but instead, she could only strain against the bonds. Still, even this felt exquisite. The friction of the restraints as she tugged at them was delicious, and the feel of the hard chair against her back, ass and legs was also delightful as she squirmed her body from side to side.

Now the sound kicked in, and the room was filled with the sounds of lusty moans, gasps, howls and panting breath. There was also the sound of wet, slapping, pounding bodies. A symphony of sex played all around her, and again, the subliminal signals embedded in the sounds flowed straight into her receptive brain, with various commands and suggestions seeping into her receptive subconscious and taking root. There was also a low, barely audible pulsing throb, a beat that was set at a specific sonic frequency that further stimulated her pleasure centers and made her mind that much more receptive to the ****’s effects and to the subliminal programming.

The combination of the **** and the audio-visual onslaught on her senses sent her arousal spiralling off the charts and even though she was unable to pleasure herself in a more direct way, her squirming and thrashing in the chair became more frantic as the sonic pulses grew faster. She squeezed her thighs together again and again in time with the pulses, and her loins started to boil as she felt herself ascending to a level of white-hot euphoria.

Then her mind and body seemed to explode in a supernova of pleasure. She threw her head back, her eyes rolled back showing only the whites, her whole face contorted with impossible pleasure and she screamed piercingly as she felt the most devastating orgasm of her life blast through her.

She stayed in that position for what seemed like an eternity, screaming while her body spasmed uncontrollably as though she had a powerful electrical current flowing through her. Then she slumped forward with a low groan, her golden hair fell over her face, and a line of drool trickled down from her panting lips. She twitched as she felt the aftershocks of the titanic orgasm, but the ****'s effects had not worn off yet and her body was not fully spent.

The holographic displays went blank, once again showing the blank walls of her prison. The sounds ceased, her exhausted panting now the only sound in the room. Then the sinister voice spoke again.

“A promising start! Now, for Phase 3.”

With that, the restraints on the chair hissed open, freeing her wrists and ankles. Sue rose from the chair on unsteady legs, but then her legs gave way and she fell forward onto all fours on the shiny floor. She heard a metallic hiss and looked up from behind her disarranged hair as she watched one of the walls sliding open, and she gasped as she saw what lay beyond…