Her highness gets new digs!!

She was surprised when the door opened. A female Baluuran, probably the first that Susan could remember seeing entered. “Good evening your highness! My name is Yunaar”. She was elderly, and much larger than Sue, with Blue hair on her mane.

Sue wiped her face, “Don't call me that...ever.”

The woman waved Sue off, “Nonsense, you are concubine of Blastaar, our lord. It is your title. I am here to help you adjust!” The Baluuran instructed Sue to follow her. The Invisible Woman merely curled back into her ball, and refused aid. The elderly alien woman threw down a pair of clothes and left with a bow. “Please at least eat Mrs. Richards!” She stated before closing the door.

“Don't call me that either,” Susan added. It was now weird, since Blastaar had constantly called her “Richards”. She knew it was further part of his plan to taunt her. She wasn't sure if it was designed to signify her as Reed's property, or simply to erk Reed, who wasn't even here.

The hours past, and finally Sue got up, and she walked over to the clothes. It was strange, a pair of black yoga pants and a white t-shirt, as if bought from a store on Earth. Susan pulled the pants up, and next flipped the shirt over her breasts and pulled it down. It was quite nice to not be naked. Then, with a sigh, she looked at the plate that had recently been left. Some sort of meat, and a chalice of some liquid. The heroine knew she'd probably be ****, but her stomach rumbled. Her mind told her not to, but her body wanted sustenance. Not one utensil was around, so she lifted the slab of brown meat to her mouth. The taste was not great, but at the same time it wasn't horrible, like bland chicken. Next she tried the liquid. Thankfully, it was water.

A few hours later, Blastaar entered in a robe. Sue just turned her head and huffed in annoyance. Remain strong, she told herself. “Making you self at home I see,” he dug at her, and soon he had her flipped over the table with her new pants at her feet. She merely held the edges, waiting for the “blast” at the end, knowing she had to brace herself. The beast now fit around six to seven inches of that baseball bat like cock inside her. It angered her to no end, that her body was slowly accommodating the size. As if accepting its place without asking her brain.

After her left, she wiped as much of his filthy seed from her body as possible. How much had he “blasted” inside her. How much more could she take. What if his seed....could they...him and her.....no...never, they weren't the same species. It wasn't possible. Couldn't be. This gave Sue some comfort. So much poured from her daily. The pain down there was subsiding, as long as he wasn't inside her. At first, it was like a burning that wouldn't go away down there. She dared not look at the state of her most private parts, afraid of how it would look.

The next day, Yunaar came again. She stood above Sue, who was lying on her side. “Would you at least like a shower your High....Mrs Rich.....Ms. Storm.” The alien woman had to correct herself, not wanting to upset her lord's new paramour.

The Invisible Woman pushed herself up onto her hands. “Honestly, I could use a shower.” She stood up and wiped away the dirt on her pants, not really knowing why. Who cared at this point. She shrugged at her new friend, “Lead the way!”

Susan was shocked she was allowed to leave, but at this point, getting out of that dungeon was a blessing. After what had already happened. Sue didn't care about what lied ahead. As she exited the dungeon two guards on the outside saw her and bowed. She felt shame for them, and pity, for acting so stupidly because of the brute. They didn't know any better. He corrupted them.

As they passed numerous cells and other dungeons, Sue thought about her neighbors and guests in this place. Possibly heroes, other heroines, dissenters, or political prisoners. The notion of the last thought made her laugh. Blastaar probably couldn't spell the word political. She noted how the Baluuran guards bowed as she passed. All like trained dogs. The pair walked up a set of stairs and as Yunaar walked right, Sue bolted the other way. Two guards attempted to block her path, but she was skilled in martial arts. She gave the first a roundhouse, sending him reeling, and grabbed his pike, which she used to smash the face of the second guard. The corridor led to a door, and as she opened it, she saw the outside. It was dark, and there were more guards ahead but she could possibly.....ZZAAAAAPPP!! Her movements were cut short as the collar on her next buzzed with electricity. Her hands clasped the gold collar as she fell to her knees in pain, unable to move forward.

Yunaar caught up to her charge, and put her hands to her mouth. “Ms. Storm, you cannot leave the grounds, not yet, not with that collar. It could kill you!” She helped Sue to her feet, and watched the Earth woman clench her fists. “This way Ms. Storm! Please!”

Sue walked behind the Baluuran, and was taken to a large set of metal doors. Yunaar opened the doors, revealing an ornate room. In the middle was a large bed with lavish purple covers and pillows. There was a bathroom to the left, with a shower, and small bath. It almost looked like a nice hotel. Susan walked around the room, and stopped at a closet. Inside were clothes she recognized from Earth. Jeans, T-shirts, Sweaters, dresses, skirts, heels, boots, sneakers. All were brands from Earth such as Nike, Versaci and Gucci. “Really?” She spoke aloud, not so much to Yunaar as herself.

“We had people who went to Earth and order such things for you!” She explained it was based on what the Baluurans knew of Susan, from the videos, magazines, and “TV” shows of Earth. This made Susan's ears perk up. There was a way home somewhere close by. The Baluuran woman stated that this was Susan's room and she was welcome to stay in here. However, if she left, she needed an escort. Either herself, or one of the two guards assigned to Sue's protection. She was allowed to walk the grounds when escorted only, because of the earlier incident. There was even a gym, specifically made for her, to work out, as it was known the Invisible Woman like to do. Had there been cameras on Earth when Sue worked out? Who had that ability to tap the Baxter Buildings computer firewalls. Or had they just followed her like creeps when she ran. She had used hats, large glasses, and basically anything to cover her person when going for runs. People were creeps on Earth, and in the Zone.

Yunaar further instructed that two decorated soldiers, Grajeer, and Gronkaar, would be right outside to tend to Susan's needs. The Invisible Woman knew better, and was sure they were there to ensure she didn't plan another escape.

The bed felt very soft and inviting, Sue thought as she sat on it. “You can leave me Yunaar.” The woman bowed her head and walked out the room. Sue sighed, and walked to the bathroom. There were cases of make-up and lipstick, and the like. It was more like a movie or modeling set than anything else. Sue had been on a few, back in her modeling days, prior to joining her boyfriend (at the time) Reed on his space flight.

Sue stripped off her yoga pants, and turned on the shower. It was clear the Baluuran's had studied Earth culture a lot, as it almost looked like an apartment in Manhattan. The water was hot to the touch, and she stepped in, feeling the warm water hit her body. There was a large glass container filled with a gel like substance on the side of the tub. Sue opened the top, and poured some on her hand. She pulled it to her nose. “Soap,” she thought, and lathered up her body slowly. For the first time in days, she relaxed slightly. Trying to let the water wash away what had happened. That's when she heard the door open from the bathroom. The hulking mass of Blastaar, in a robe entered the bathroom quickly. Sue held up her hands. “Wait, wait, just let me....”

It was no use. Sue found herself bent over in seconds. Blastaar joined her “shower”. Her face almost hitting the tiled wall, as Blastaar pushed his cock inside her from behind. He appeared to grunt louder this day, probably happy that the water made Sue's pussy wet for a change. Sue felt his cock now. She felt it each day. But today it moved more smoothly due to the water, faster, slicker and deeper. “Unnnhhh.” She muttered for the first time. Her face went red.

“Enjoying the might of Blastaar for a change are we Susan?” He laughed hesitating at her moan.

“FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!” Sue said, giving him and elbow to the gut.

“RAAARR!!” Blastaar roared in anger. He flipped her around, and pushed her head down. She was caught off guard and slipped. Her knees hit the bottom of the bath with a THUD, and the water was hitting her back from above. Blastaar grabbed her tits forcefully and squeezed them around his mighty cock. Sue caught a glimpse of the monstrosity for the first time, but looked away. This barely helped as it hit her chin as she pumped it between her tits. She felt it slide on her cheek and touch her ears as he fucked her tits. Then with a guttural grunt the “blast” came. She heard it hit the ceiling. Then felt him thwap her face with his dick as spurts, much more human splashed on her forehead and hair. This was merely the end of his orgasm. He left her kneeling in the water, as cum rained down from the ceiling. She had to wait several minutes for the rain of semen to end, before being able to enjoy a shower on her own. “Fucking asshole,” she muttered over and over, cleaning the thick cum from her hair. There was no sense in shedding tears anymore, she realized. Anger was a much more inviting and easy way to deal with this.

She toweled off, now sure that this entire room was bugged and watched. At this point, whoever was watching had seen everything. Oddly, she hoped it was only Blastaar watching in his own private viewing area. The idea of any of his staff, or guards or who knows who else watching her gave her the shivers of disgust. Hopefully, if no one could “touch” Sue, then they couldn't “watch” her either. Blastaar had seen it all and then some anyways. It was too late for that. Just no one else. That reminded her of Gargan. Where was all that video? It made her want to hurl. She was quite sure Blastaar was keeping her whereabouts underwraps for his own obvious reasons. Was Gargan? Was Whitman?

As she dried her hair. She looked up on the walls. Screens lined the walls. The scenes as in the dungeon. She'd have to call the cable guy, she told herself. The joke made her sigh, it was good to laugh. She had to stay strong.

The next day, Yunaar brought her something that tasted like pancakes. She washed it down with a blue drink, that had the texture of milk, but the taste of a fruit. Yunaar assured her nothing was poisoned. For some reason, Susan believed this woman. It was clear that she seemed to look up to Susan, and eagerly want to serve her. “Why do you think I'm here?” Susan asked the woman as she ate.

Yunaar's eyes lit up. “To finally take you place as consort and Queen to lord Blastaar!” She stated clapping her hands together.

“You're way off,” Sue laughed, eating another bite of the “pancake”.

Yunaar brought out magazines that showed doctored images of Sue in and around Blastaar. She explained that Baluur knew that when Sue had been capture the first time, she had fallen in love with Blastaar, and they had tried to meet after but the evil Dr. Richards prevented this love. The magazines, which Sue recognized as oddly like the same production style and type of “Under the Mask” on Earth, painted a sexual relationship between Sue and Blastaar. One image, where Sue fought with the Fantastic Four, was made to look like she fought with Blastaar, simply because she was behind him. Of course she had blasted him in the back with her ****-field, but that wasn't shown. Mind control, thought Sue.

“Where is this gym,” Sue finally asked. She had put on a pink workout tank-top and black yoga pants, with white sneakers. A nice run would help her focus and ease SOME tension. Yunaar escorted her out the bedroom, and down the hall. Sue watched as Grajeer and Gronkaar followed like dogs.

Grajeer hated this duty, he was a decorated soldier. He had fought with Blastaar himself. Now he was to watch this grotesque being. What did Blastaar even see in this filthy human. She smelled of flowers. It was disgusting. Yet, he had to complete his duty, to get back in the good graces of his commanders and get back to the front lines. His boasting and complaints had hurt his reputation and status in the army. Just a little more time here though. Then he'd prove his worth in battle again. He could bare this duty.

They came to another set of sliding metal doors. Remember the paths and the rooms, Sue told herself, thinking again of an eventual escape. The door opened to what appeared to be a full gym. It was perfect, right down to the treadmills and weights. They did their homework. The walls were oddly colored in a shimmering silver.

Yunaar noted the look of confusion on her face, and walked over to the control pad on the wall. She instructed Sue to step on the treadmill and turn it on. Sue did as instructed, and began to slowly walk. A moment later the walls changed, and the scene became that of Central Park. The vistas surrounded Sue, and she was momentarily amazed, wondering how the Baluurans of all races could make such technological wonders.

“It can be whatever you like,” Yunaar told her. “My favorite,” she punched some buttons. “Are the falls on Antraar!”

Sue's eyes widened when the room darkened and before her purple falls flowed next to a path as she walked on the treadmill, which had disappeared beneath her feet. She hadn't even realized it until now. A total immersive experience. Sighing, Sue began to stretch. A run would be good.

Grajeer had watched her the whole day. Now, the petite little thing bent over before him. Her ass jutting towards the ceiling, as she reached for her calves. Suddenly her pert, round, and muscular ass came directly into his view. Something about those strange black pants. His cock began to stir in his pants. Like a rush of a ****, he began to understand his lord's attentions towards this female. His eyes roamed her body, and his cock began to stir.

Sue put both hands on each foot and bent down low. She looked through her legs back at her “bodyguards” and saw them ogling her body. She shot up, embarrassed. Then she found herself laughing as she looked back in the mirror. “So I get it,” she said, and the guards looked at each other. She pointed to the area of their crotches in the mirror before her, “Looks like your king is little bit more mighty than you guys,” she made a “small” sign with her thumb and forefinger.

Yunaar laughed wildly.