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From a crowd ahead of her in a market square Susan spied two large bug like creatures with staffs pointing at her. It didn’t take long for Susan to recognize the hairy purple bug race that she was looking at….Vrellnexians.

“SLAVERS!” Sue muttered to herself. She gazed past the crowd to a stage. On the stage were numerous aliens of varying races, species and genders. All had the same collar Sue now wore. She saw a large dark skinned Troxx on the stage, another slaver race, whose attention turned to her.

“You there,” the Troxx in the ornate blue cape called to Sue. “****….you were asked a question.”

Susan Storm-Richards, the most powerful member of the Fantastic Four, and with her powers, one of the most powerful beings of ANY planet in ANY universe, would normal wipe the floor with these goons and save the slaves. She took a step to do so, but thought twice, knowing it wouldn’t end well. So, for the first time, the strong willed, tough as nails female member of the Fantastic Four did what she never thought she’d do….she took off running in the opposite direction.

“ESCAPE ****!” One of the Vrellnexians shouted. “ESCAPE ****! STOP IT! STOP THE ****!”

At least Sue thought it was one with its hissing insect like voice. She wouldn’t know. She just ran and ran hard. Her breasts bounced in the ridiculous white outfit, and suddenly the previously harmless “hoots” and “hollers” from the male aliens in the crowd turned sinister. Sue felt her ass grabbed, and then her breasts. It seemed every male, once the call of “escaped ****” went up, wanted a feel. Sue was pushing her way through the crowd and suddenly a red hand ripped at the hooped ring holding her top together. Three other straps kept it in place but her left white creamy breast popped free. That same hand tweaked her nipple and Sue pushed the alien with horns away. Blue hands gripped her waist and she was pulled back. A being was literally violently dry humping her. She could feel something at her ass. She flung her head back with a “crack” to the unseen aliens head. Well, maybe a head. It released her and Susan took off. It was tough as she was in heels.

Suddenly her hands were grabbed and arms held. Her head was held down. She shrieked as alien hands groped her stomach, and then she felt a rip at the back of her dress. The cool air on her ass told her she was exposed, and she felt shame she hadn’t put on panties in that ratman’s shop. She felt her bare ass cheeks spread. A large digit, or she hoped pushed at her sex from under and behind. She gasped and another alien finger was shoved in her mouth.

“Get BACK!” The sound of a Vrellnexians actually was music to Sue’s ears for once. The being she couldn’t see was seemingly throwing the crowd of men to the side with ease.

Sue bit the thing in her mouth, and heard a cry of pain. She picked her head up and saw a green pig like alien holding his bit finger in his other free hand. She pushed him down and raced over the being. The Invisible Woman, now just an ordinary woman, and slightly nude one at that raced through the streets, now out of the main square. She could hear footsteps behind her. Suddenly, she recognized where she was. It was the vendors market and on the corner of the alley was the ratman’s shop.

The young beautiful heroine made a split decision, one that she hoped would save her life. Holding her breasts she raced into the shop. The door dinged as she entered. The old rat alien was behind the counter, shining a round metal object. “Welcome back Ms. Invisible,” he snickered and lifted his eyes to gaze at her but only momentarily.

Sue heard the commotion outside. “She went in there!” Someone called from outside the door.

The girl, who rarely felt fear was suddenly shaking, and she moved towards the front desk of the junker shop and mouthed the words “help me” to the ratman.

Two Vrellnexians entered the shop in a hurry. “What is the meaning of this?” One of the large purple bug aliens asked.

The ratman shrugged and put down his metal trinket, he then plopped off his stool and walked around to Susan’s side. “My **** is quite fun to look at,” he laughed wrapping an arm around Susan. She felt his clawed paw reach around and grab her exposed left muscular buttocks. It made Sue grimace, but she had to play along. “But she ain’t too bright.” The ratman added. “Now Suze,” the ratman muttered and pinched her asscheek, causing Sue to wince and stand up on her toes in the heels. “You know you can’t go to the market square this time of year without and escort.”

“Is this true female?” The purple insectoid spied Susan over, rolling his large red multi-sided insect eyes over her form. “Is this your master?”

The strong female heroine gulped a frog in her throat and nodded. “Like, yeah,” she said in a ditzy voice, “he’s definitely my master,” she reached her hand up releasing the breast in her hand, and reach up and rubbed the rat’s furry head. “I’m sorry master,” she said and then laughed. “I think I do it just to get punished.” She chuckled and rubbed the fur on the ratman’s head.

It made his eyes roll in delight. Her petting was exquisite, but not as much as the asscheek he was literally kneading in his hand. That asscheek belonging to THE Invisible Woman.

The other Vrellnexian ogled Susan in her ripped dress now. “An Earthling….lucky vermin.” He chortled and then chided the rat for letting his “pet” get loose. The two slavers left the shop.

When the aliens left, Sue pushed the rat alien away and cringed. “Whheeeeeehhhhh,” she sighed in a grossed out manner looking at the old being that repulsed her. The human female covered her breast and turned away from the short furry alien so that it couldn’t see her ass.

Surprisingly, the little vermin alien went back around the front desk and back to shining his metal circle thing. “So you ran into the **** festival no doubt?” He laughed, putting on small glasses onto his large whiskered snout.

“You knew,” an annoyed Susan responded.

The ratman nodded, and explained what this planet was. It was Ma’os Major, one of the planets in the Ma’os Spires orbiting Shadow City space. Susan was in the middle of a slaver convention. Slavers, hunters and trappers, along with slaves to sell were all over the Spires, and one of the biggest markets was right down the street from the shop.

“How long does the festival last?” Susan sighed in defeat.

“One…maybe two,” the ratman blew on the metal ball and wiped it with a rag, “months.”

The Invisible Woman gasped in shock. “MONTHS?” She took a deep breath of despair. “What am I gonna do?”

“You know anything about ships?” The ratman asked.

Sue pointed to what the ratman was holding. “I know that’s the cap of a converter for a Baluurian star-class cruiser. About ten years out of commission.” She’d been travelling the stars for some time now, since she was a teenager in fact. Reed made it a point for the team to learn not only about alien races, but technology as well. In fact, much to Johnny and Ben’s dislike, Reed held ‘classes’ teaching the other members of the Fantastic Four about ships, weapons, races, and whatever the week brought up. Sue ate all of it up and was naturally her scientist husband’s best and favorite pupil.

An impressed ratman nodded. “Pretty good. How’s about a deal. You be my **** for the next two months and help with my junker business and then you can be on your way. I’m trying to offload a bunch of old ships.”

“No way.” Sue shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest, not realizing she was exposing parts of her left nipple. “No deal.”

The ratman laughed. “You can try your luck out on the streets.” He now shook his head. “But without your powers….if the slavers don’t get you.” He then picked his eyes up, and looked upon her dress. “Actually…you netter hope the slavers get you.” He smiled. He pointed with his hand at her collar. “You’re not connected to any company or a master. You’re open game. For slavers and anyone that will grab you. You have no rights. Nameless, homeless, defenseless. You need to get that collar programmed.”

The Invisible Woman couldn’t believe that Shadow City would allow slavery. Not Rosetta Stone. She wasn’t a friend, but she’d become an ally. Rosetta was a politician and a powerful one. She’d lobby against it. “Nefer wouldn’t do that,” she stated. “She’d help.” Sue realized something. “She’d help me.” She picked her head up. “I need to get to Shadow City!”

The ratman laughed, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” and he then picked up a remote which turned on a holographic television above his head.

Susan Storm gasped watching Lockdown speaking at a news conference. The headline read “Susan Storm-Richards at large and wanted. Susan Storm Richards…aka the Invisible Girl…aka The Invisible Woman….aka Malice….aka Susan Storm…aka Stormy Sue…aka Baroness Von Doom…aka…Susan Benjamin…aka Tabitha Deneuve” It appeared they were listing every alias.

“Susan attacked a consortium ship earlier this day.” Lockdown spoke to flashing lights. “She’s considered powered and extremely dangerous.”

Suddenly a video of Sue destroying a fleet of ships was shown. Susan shouted. “That’s old footage.” It was from the Annihilation War. They appeared to be doctoring footage.

To her shock and horror, Rosetta Stone, Nefer Neith Sinué who Susan trusted, took the podium. ”It appears Susan Richards, the Invisible Woman has gone rogue.” The politician stated. Her words made Sue’s jaw drop. It was utterly unbelievable. “She has tortured her friends and the public in the past,” Rosetta Stone remarked and then images of Susan’s time as Malice appeared on screen.

“I was BRAINWASHED!” Sue gritted her teeth and clenched her fists at the outrageous claims on the holo-tv.

The ratman’s eyes worked up to the screen seeing the risqué leather outfit and measuring it against the woman feet away from him.

Sue winced in disgust at his gaze, but then let out a sigh of defeat once more. “Alright Rhodan,” she huffed. “What do I have to do?”

The aging ratman was surprised. “You know me?”

Susan nodded. “Reed has an archive of EVERY known villain.” She then pointed to a picture on the wall. “Plus you have a frigging photo with the High-Evolutionary.”

Rhodan the ratman villain smiled. “We’ve met you know?” He leered at her.

The girl rolled her eyes. “You mean when you sniffed my ass in the High-Evolutionary War….TWICE.” She moved her head in annoyance. “I wish I could forget.” She was adamant about getting everything in order now. “What do we have to do so I can be safe?”

Soon, the pair was in private speeder zipping through the streets of the market district of Ma’os Major. Sue was shocked about the bounties on her head. Holo-drones hovered with her face and golden hair. Baluur had a million credits for her ‘body’. Annihilus himself was broadcasting a call to double whatever bounty others offered for the Invisible Woman. She had to hide. To lay low. There was no other way.

Rhodan brought her to a warehouse. Inside was a sort of tech-hideaway, littered with different kinds of aliens in chairs undergoing various kinds of procedures and apparent surgeries. Screams litter the halls as the pair walked through the dank warehouse. Luckily Sue had been provided a tunic to wrap around her exposed body. The ratman guided her to the back. A being was retro-fitting a metallic arm on a blue skinned alien. The sinewy yellow alien was clearly from Tysillent (Sue did her homework after all).

“Rhodan my man,” the Tysillent stated, finally looking up from his work. He had a visor with one microscopic lens over his right eye. When the yellow alien took in Sue, he lifted the lens. “What do we have here?”

“My new ****,” a giddy rat villain licked his rat snout with a long dark tongue that made Sue cringe.

The Invisible Woman stood silent and watched the yellow alien finish his job. She was then instructed to sit in the chair. There was nothing she could do but except the deal. She felt something prick her neck from behind and felt a cold enter her body, as if ice entered her blood stream. The yellow alien typed on his keyboard. He wasn’t asking questions. No names. No reason why. But he had a hefty bill. One Sue would have to pay off. So the deal changed. More time as a ****. She had ****.

“This programming should work.” The alien tech-whiz stated. He was using the program stolen from another freed **** and re-writing the code. The previous owner’s information was replaced with Rhodan’s, and the previous ****’s information now reflected “Suze”. “From Earth” was the only other information attached to her profile. Rhodan was given a control rod, strikingly similar, in Sue’s opinion, to Annihilus’s, but platinum and not gold. “You’re good,” the yellow alien told Susan and he helped pull the wire from her collar and then got Sue to her feet. “Ain’t no one know who you were an hour ago and never will.”

“Thanks,” Susan brushed her tunic off from water and some substance that dripped from the ceiling.

As Suze the **** brushed her breasts off, removing the cape slightly, the yellow alien observed Rhodan’s stares. “Be careful with her. This is Shadow City programming….not some backwoods planet Rhodan. You’ll get hurt if it isn’t…if she gets hurt” he looked at Susan and then Rhodan. “You know.”

Susan watched Rhodan’s face drop. She then picked up what it all meant. “You can’t **** me or beat me can you?” Sue chortled. “Looks like Shadow City has rules for ****.” She kept laughing.

“Shut up ****,” Rhodan said and pressed a button on the rod. It made an electric shock hit Sue’s spinal cord from the collar. She yelped, but only slightly. It was a low shock. “That’s not what I wanted from you.”

“I know what you wanted Rhodan,” Sue clenched her teeth.

That was the start of “Suze the ****”.

Rhodan brought her back to the circular shaped junk shop (a Negative Zone version of a pawn shop) and showed her the shipyard, or ship graveyard in the back. Aliens on the run, fugitives, criminals, former military and anyone looking for cash came to Rhodan who didn’t ask question, and bought junk ships. It was a surprisingly huge junkyard with a working bay behind the shop. Above the shop, Rhodan took Susan to an office room with boxes of parts in the corner. Behind the boxes was a small door, fit for a three foot ratman, but not Susan who had to bend down. The human female was shocked to find a makeshift loft above the shop overlooking the entire shop, the hangar-bay, and the junkyard. A dirty bed, a shower, and a small couch all connected in a small circular walkaround. The bed was first and then the shower, then a kitchenette and a small den with the couch and holotelevision. This was to be Susan’s space.

He watched her walk around, taking in the circular loft about the shop. There was enough space on the side tracks of the loft to conceal that it was even there. Susan peeked down over the edge to see the junk shop. “This is mine?” She turned to him. “Do I have share it with you?”

Rhodan waved her off. “Of course not. I’m a married rat!” He said and held up his finger exposing gold band. “That’s not why you’re here!”

“Right!” Susan shrugged. “Can I get privacy?”

Rhodan nodded and assured her he was leaving and locking up anyways. There were blasters in every room if thieves or someone else came in. However, if “Suze” got an inkling to use a blaster on Rhodan, she’d die from the programming exploding her head for killing her master. Unless of course, he attacked her or made advances that she didn’t consent to. The ratman closed her door and went down the stairs.

The former villain got into his hover-speeder, and called his wife on his comm box. He informed her he’d be working late. He neglected to mention his new assistant. Then, the villainous little rat turned on the cameras he’d neglected to mention to Susan. One was rigged to view every room. He brought his alien whores to this place. It’s what he created it for. His wife had no idea. The whores in this place, this planet, this zone were nothing like the beauty Susan Storm.

Eagerly he searched the cameras in every room. He found her turning on the shower. The rat-alien smiled. “JACKPOT!” He pulled his loose pants down in the driver seat of his speeder. A bulge pushed up on his dirty underwear. He slid then down his furry legs and his long pink rat prick poked out and up as he watched the beauty undo her cape and let it fall to the floor.

Her creamy backside came into view on the camera with the straps that hung on the torn white dress. He could see her ass again. Perfect, white and round. He recalled how hard he got groping it. She let the straps of the dress fall, and then she shimmied out of the dress. The girl’s hand reached to check the water of the shower.

He recalled how hard he got groping it. The now nude girl stood in her heels, and appeared happy with the heat of the water. Sue bent down to undo her heel. Her ass facing the unseen camera across from the bathroom. She had no idea she was giving the ratman the perfect view. The view he longed for. Her pussy mounds visible, clear as day as she bent to undo her heels.

He recalled the day he faced the Fantastic Four in battle during the Evolutionary War. He only fought them briefly, but he smelt with his rat snout that wonderful thing between Sue’s legs. Now he could see it in all its glory, tight and slick. He recalled the smell. The entire crew of New Men that fought the Fantastic Four were dealt with easily. They all agreed, it was that intoxicating smell between Susan’s legs. Each beast-man got it in their nose and couldn’t concentrate. While Susan fought Man-beast himself, Rhodan couldn’t help it and snuck his snout in Sue’s ass, causing her to wallop him with her powers. In fact, he did it again when Sue was fighting Triax the Terrible. He actually stuck his snout in her ass four times that battle.

He had smelt it all day, and now it was on display. Perfect, if not a little swollen, and slick? Was she wet? Had today excited to Earth whore? Rhodan didn’t care if the Shadow Empire patrol caught him, he began pulling his pink prick as he watched Susan. With a sigh of disappointment he watched her stand up and get under the water. The oil ran down her body, and her gold locks began to come back. He watched her apply soap he’d left to her large earth girl breasts and began pumping harder. Then, Susan bent down at the waist, as if knowing he was watching (at least in Rhodan’s rat head) and again he could see that wonderful pussy as she lathered her legs.

“Screeeee,” he squealed and his cock erupted all over the dashboard. Huffing and puffing, the rat alien finished his orgasm. He had some cleaning to do. And some other tasks before going home.

What did Rhodan want with Susan? She was quite right. Of course he wanted to fuck her. It’s all he wanted. AND HE WOULD. If it was the last thing he did, he thought as his speeder sped away into the night.