To be prepared for his harem

The Invisible Woman had never seen anything like it.

She had been in foreboding castles before — Doom’s in Latveria was particularly imposing — but Blastaar’s castle felt like a nightmare come to life. As he dragged her through its cold stone halls, a deep dread washed over her. She had always known her work as a superhero would lead her into danger, but never like this.

Blastaar was a vile monster, infamous for his savagery. Sue struggled against his iron grip, but it was no use. Blastaar was too strong, and without her powers, she was completely at his mercy.

As they ventured deeper into the castle, Sue couldn't help but notice the gazes of the harem women, their eyes filled with pity and resignation. Clad in revealing outfits, they were living embodiments of servitude and pleasure, a fate she refused to accept. Sue, a symbol of strength and independence, recoiled at the thought of becoming a mere sex ****, a plaything in Blastaar's perverse collection.

And yet… despite her best efforts, an unsettling attraction to Blastaar's commanding presence tugged at her. His primal intensity, regal dominance, and obdurate craving for her were a stark contrast to Reed's mild nature. Even in this waking nightmare, she felt a strange weakness in her knees, a guilty curiosity flickering within.

Finally, they arrived at an enormous door adorned with intricate carvings. Blastaar threw it open, revealing a room bedecked in gaudy fabrics, rich silks, and ornate furnishings. Mirrors, strategically placed, reflected the flickering candlelight, casting a soft glow over the entire chamber.

The room was lavish, but the opulence felt suffocating. Sue’s heart sank as she realized the purpose of this place. It was meant for preparing the women of Blastaar’s harem, a den of objectification and submission.

“Prepare her!” Blastaar commanded, beckoning to the pair of women already in the room. Like the other concubines Sue saw, they wore revealing outfits; they approached Sue, their eyes downcast.

“Stay away from me!” Sue's voice echoed through the chamber as she struggled against Blastaar's iron grip, her golden hair cascading wildly as she fought in vain to break free. But Blastaar held her firmly, and the harem girls moved in to undress her with practiced precision.

As they removed her costume, Sue's skin tingled, exposed to the cold air. The suit's fabric slipped down her body, inch by inch, revealing her flawless curves, her soft skin beckoning to be touched. Soon, Sue was nude from head to toe, and the two women bowed to their master before stepping away, the Invisible Woman’s now discarded costume in hand.

Sue threw her hands over her bared breasts and pussy, but her attempt to cover herself only made Blastaar laugh. He grabbed her by her blonde locks with one hand and pulled both her wrists behind her back with the other, Sue grunting as his manhandling nearly popped her shoulder out of socket.

The girls returned with warm, scented water, silken cloths, and exotic perfumes, their fragrance intoxicating. They began to bathe her, their dainty touch a contrast to Blastaar’s balled fists around her hair and wrists. At first, Sue tried to squirm free, but Blastaar's grip was unyielding. Besides, the hot water and soothing caresses of the harem girls calmed her aching muscles, gradually melting her resistance away, and she slowly relented, letting the concubines tend to her body.

As warm, damp cloths glided over her skin, the perfumed water trickled down her body, tracing her curves. Sue couldn’t help but sigh a grateful sigh. For a moment, she allowed herself to forget where she was, and who these women were. They whispered softly, their words a strange lullaby of encouragement and seduction: “Relax, beautiful one. Let the water wash away your inhibitions.”

She found herself surrendering to the soothing sensations, her body unwinding under the harem girls’ skilled touch. It barely even registered to her that, in spite of everything, tiny, unexpected ripples of pleasure were washing over her body; her cunny was starting to grow a little bit damp.

But Blastaar, his leering eyes raking over Sue’s naked form, noticed the subtle yielding of her body to the harem girls’ ministrations. With a proud grin, he released his grip and pushed the now pliant Invisible Woman towards a nearby divan, her body crashing softly into the plush cushions.

Sue’s blonde hair fanned out around her face, her head swimming, her blue eyes glazed over. The two harem girls followed, kneeling beside her on the divan. Their hands, now slick with aphrodisiac-infused oils, began to roam over Sue's body, massaging her muscles, tracing her curves. The girls’ fingers lingered on Sue’s oil-sheened skin, caressing her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, her thighs. The oils’ exotic fragrance overtook Sue's senses, and she arched into their every touch. Her nipples hardened, and she could feel even more of a warmth building between her legs.

Blastaar noticed this, too, and a pompous smirk returned to his face. “Now,” he roared, jolting Sue out of her reverie. “Let her beauty be adorned with the marks of my possession.”

“What?” Sue shouted, the cobwebs suddenly shaking from her mind. The girls had scurried away, only to return with a collection of piercing instruments, their metallic glint sending a shiver down her spine. “No!” she cried out, and she tried to stand and run, but her suddenly heavy limbs refused to obey. The oils! Had she been ****?

Sue’s mind raced, but it was no use; soon, one of the concubines was at her side, positioning a slender needle-like instrument at the tip of her left nipple.

“A small sting, a lifetime of pleasure,” she whispered.

Before Sue could protest further, the girl pressed down on the needle. She was deft and precise, sparking a momentary pain that gave way to a unique sensation as the jewelry was inserted. Sue gasped, her body tensing, only to feel the same swift sting on her other nipple, leaving her breathless.

Her nipples, now adorned with gleaming golden rings that accentuated their fullness, stood erect. A navel piercing followed: a delicate barbell that added a tantalizing sparkle to Sue’s midriff. Blastaar watched, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. His monstrous cock throbbed in response.

The harem girls were quick to redress her, but it hardly mattered. Sue’s new outfit was a slutty, two-piece mockery of her Fantastic Four uniform. The top, a mere wisp of blue material, barely contained her full, plump tits, leaving her ample cleavage on display for Blastaar's hungry gaze. On the left cup of the tiny bra was a hastily scrawled white “4,” a taunting reminder of her team, her family. Her newly pierced nipples poked stiffly against the thin fabric, begging for attention.

The bottom was even worse, a scandalous thong that hugged her hips possessively and accentuated the curves of her buttocks and the slender length of her thighs. The little strip of blue disappeared between her plump ass cheeks and nestled scintillatingly between her glistening pussy lips, leaving Sue feeling utterly exposed. Every movement — every breath — caused the fabric to ride up, teasing her clit and labia, stirring her body's traitorous response.

As they dressed her in this erotic attire, Sue couldn't help but feel a strange mix of humiliation and arousal. Her body was now a canvas of adornments and desire, a captive to Blastaar's erotic whims. Despite her fear and contempt, a forbidden heat simmered within her. She could feel Blastaar's gaze on her, burning into her skin. He smirked, his eyes darkening with lust, clearly enjoying her discomfort and growing arousal.

“Behold, the true beauty of the Invisible Woman,” Blastaar thundered, his eyes devouring her. “Your resistance only makes the prize sweeter.”