It isn´t Malice... but an "Eye-Catcher"

(For the Information. This Section of the Story won´t follow a Malice-Version of Susan Storm, but my own Creation. My very First Story ever, written on Superstories, was based on Purple Man and Susan Storm. I copied it to this Side here and it is full of bad english^^ But IF you want to know more about the Star of --this-- Susan Storm you can read it if you want. the Star of the Show is called

EYE CATCHER!!
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"Well, perfect. Of all days!" Susan cursed as she flopped into the kitchen with a blanket around her body. Ben and Johnny were both still at the kitchen table while outside Reed was flying away in the Fantastic Car.

"Sue, you look terrible," Ben said worriedly. The stone Titan immediately rushed to the cupboard and started making some hot soup. Her brother, on the other hand, was struggling with a fly that he was trying to attach to his suit.

"Wow. Just stay away! Don't you dare infect me. I've got a really important date today."

"Match. You really don't have a sense of timing. Here, Sue. Grandma Grimm's chicken soup. Helps with any flu right away."

"Thanks Ben. You're an angel!" she smiled.

"A four-ton angel!" laughed Johnny, dodging a frying pan at the last moment. "Hey, my suit! That's Gucci!"

"3.8 tons, you idiot. I'm on a diet!" Ben grumbled, bringing a smile to Sue's lips. "Listen, Sue. Off to bed. I'll stay here and look after you."

"Forget it. You and Alicia go to that handball game."

"Football!" he corrected her.

"Ball stuff, which is. I'll be fine. All the babies are out of the house, so Mum can lie in bed and Dad can go and play ball." she laughed with a sideways glance at Johnny.

"Arghhh. Stupid fly. I have to look good. That's a Hollywood star. He's got the killer attitude.... Arghhh... Sis!" he exclaimed then gave up. Sue had to smile despite her headache. Her brother was so wonderfully helpless without her. Amused, she tied his bow tie and adjusted his suit.

"Behave yourself Johnny. Angela may look like one of your mannequins, but she's a different Caliber to your other girls. I've had the pleasure once and she'll cut you to pieces anytime, alright?"

"Sure, thing Sue... And thank you!" he said quietly and from the bottom of his heart. He could always rely on his big sister.

"And now off you two go. I'm going to lie down on the couch and just take today off to watch Netflix like a normal person. Besides, Herbie's already examined me. It's a simple flu. I'll probably have a high temperature and nothing else. So have fun!" she coughed limply and watched them both go out. She was alone now and didn't have to be strong for anyone, so she slumped powerlessly onto the sofa, pulled a blanket up to the tip of her nose and dozed off, unaware that Susan Storm would never wake up as herself again.

Herbie had infected her coffee with the nanites and they were already doing their work. Slowly but surely, they had begun their work immediately, even as the human immune system began to fight them. While normal humans rarely or never used more than 10% of their mental capacity, it was different with the FF. Every one of them used at least 20%, with the exception of Reed who was close to 50%. Even Ben and Johnny, neither of who were geniuses, had access to more because of their powers. For Susan, this number fluctuated depending on stress. It peaked at 81.2%, but was usually around 31%, and she liked to rub it in Reed's face every time. However, there was still more than enough room for the nanites. They began to alter unused or subconsciously working areas of the brain first. These areas would serve as the basis for the new personality. Only when all the information had been established as nerve clusters could the deletion of the original pathways take place.

Whilst this was the safest method of securing her biological functions, for a period of time she would possess the memories of 2 lifetimes. When that was done, the nanites would switch off the higher brain functions and then erase the original links. This step would permanently erase the Susan Storm of this world and replace it with the other one. The only way to reverse this process would be to overwrite it again.

So, Susan sat on the sofa clutching her hot cocoa mug, wrapped deep in her blanket, wondering what to do next.

Her favorite thing to do was to visit Doctor Violet about the marital problems she was having with Reed.

"What?" Susan raised a brow. She couldn't remember a Dr Violet at all. She thoughtfully went through all her recent appointments. It often happened that she forgot someone, but she should remember this doctor. The sessions with Reed... where they had talked about their marital problems...

Irritated, she shook her head. She wouldn't have forgotten something like that. Yes, Reed and she had had problems here and there... but they had never been to see Dr Violet. She wouldn't have forgotten a man like Violet. After all, he was a real beauty. Big, strong, with a thick, hard cock.

"No, no, no, that's not true. Why... should I know something like that?" said Susan, confused. None of this was true. She had never cheated on Reed with a doctor, had she? That wasn't what had happened! But why could she suddenly think of nothing else but Dr Violet's hot cock? How he fucked her mouth like a wild animal, and she grabbed his ass just so he could fill her even deeper with his cock? The feeling of him penetrating deep into her throat, with her no longer feeling the gag reflex because she wanted nothing more than to have his cock even deeper in her mouth! How it felt when his thick, cum-filled balls were smacking against her chin with every thrust. Why did it turn her on so much? Why did she remember it so vividly even while it had never happened? She would definitely remember such hot fucking spunk!

"It had been Reed who had cheated on her with that cheap, silicone whore. Yes... What was the hooker's name? Jasmine. Exactly. He cheated on me first when he succumbed to her tits." she nodded as memories came flooding back to her. Images flashed in her mind of that cheap slut ripping her top off in front of Reed, freeing her huge fake tits before his eyes. She remembered exactly how Reed's eyes almost popped out of his head and he instantly got hard.

Memories of a wild, uninhibited orgy in an office. She rubbed her forehead. Something wasn't right. If only she knew what. "Approach this logically, Susan..." she said to herself.

Mentally, she went about it logically, listing what she knew.

She and her husband had made an appointment with the best marriage counsellor...

"Why?" They were having marital problems... Right!

Dr Violet had been that marriage counsellor. "Right!" nodded Susan.

He was always right, because he was an expert.... "But I was never... but he immediately recognized that Reed had a boob fetish... and... mhm... yes... no..." she stammered, confused. None of that had ever happened. And yet she remembered exactly how she had fingered her pussy when he had called her. "Yes... That's right. I was on a mission... and then he rang me... But I would never..."

She grimly tried to make sense of it all. She was sure it was all down to the fever. "Okay... So, I fucked myself... It's nothing special... What happened then? That's right..."

Afterwards, on the doctor's advice, she had spent time with her brother... So while she had bought new, sexy lingerie in the changing room... phoning Dr. Violet, talking about her hot body... yes... she was supposed to keep her brother busy for a bit so that Dr Violet could work his magic... No... not magic...

"Violet... Dr Violet... Dr... Kilgrave... Purple Man!"

Panicked, she pulled herself up from her thoughts.

Dr Violet was Purple Man. He had managed to put all the members of the FF under his spell. All this just to get it on with Susan. Yes... To fuck her! She had become weak under him. While her husband was fucking his secretary, she had blown Purple Man's cock.

But that wasn't all. Chalky pale she threw up as the nanites created another part of the memories. But the vomiting wasn't from the change, it was from the realization that Purple Man had controlled Susan so much that she'd let her own brother fuck her.

"Reed... Help... me... Herbie... inform Reed... Help..." Susan now screamed in panic as she realized it wasn't a simple flu. She had to stop it somehow. She couldn't let these strange memories take hold of her. But to her shock, Herbie didn't respond to her plea, "Herbie... Help..."

Suddenly Susan fell to the floor as if the strings of a marionette had been severed. Now the mighty Susan Storm lay on the floor, breathing calmly and shallowly. Her eyes were still wide open in panic. But there was no more movement. Finally, Herbie answered her.

"Phase 2 is starting. Farewell Susan!"

Susan lay motionless on the floor for hours without even batting an eyelid. Tony's plan had worked perfectly. Nobody had realized that Susan had spent 14 hours on the floor. But as suddenly as Susan had fallen over, she suddenly came back to life. With a deep breath, life returned to her. Dazed, she sat up and looked around.

"Good evening, Malice. Mr. Tony Stark requests an audience. He's brought you back." replied Herbie when he noticed the movement.

"Herbie?" asked Susan as she dropped onto the sofa.

"Yes, Miss Malice?"

"Who's Malice?" asked Susan quietly. She realized that something was wrong. She didn't know what yet, but she was going to find out. "And go into offline mode immediately."

"Got it. Offline mode activated. Malice is a personality that Doctor Psycho released into Susan Storm. She was also called the Mistress of Hate and was a powerful combination of Susan Storm's basest thoughts."

"Interesting. Anyway... Where are my toys. Call Purple Toy over here right now!"

"Excuse me. I don't know who that is." Herbie apologized. Through or offline mode, Jarvis was no longer able to influence Herbie.

"What?" asked Susan, irritated. There was something wrong. She was not familiar with a Dr. Psycho or a Malice. She looked around the room. This was clearly her home and yet some things were different. Some of the pictures were wrong, the kitchen was in the wrong place and there were a few little things that made her wonder. And then there was the absence of Purple Toy. Dr Violet. Kilgrave. She remembered everything.

How she had learnt that he had used his powers against her.

How he'd made her so horny she couldn't think straight.

How he had **** her to go for her brother and start an affair with him.

But he had overestimated himself and underestimated Susan's kinkiness. When he visited her, she was so horny without his help that she wanted him for herself. After she had caught him secretly banging Black Widow in his office, she had been furious with jealousy. She had lured him into a trap and used one of Reed's inventions to turn him into a mindless doll. Only then had she found out everything. About the orgy, about his influence. But instead of allowing herself to be healed, she had welcomed her new personality with open arms and sealed it with her first self-determined orgy.

Together with her new sex toy Purple Toy, she had **** Reed and Johnny to share the bed with her. It was the best sex she had ever had. For hours she had been fucked by her lovers and banged in unimaginable ways.

"Eye Catcher!" she moaned as she remembered what she had called herself under the lustful gaze of the three naked men. But then something had happened.

The memory came flooding back. The door to her bedroom had opened just as she was being fucked by Purple Toy and Johnny at the same time. She had seen Reed and Susan there out of the corner of her eye. If she hadn't had her Reed's cock in her mouth at that moment she would have known how to stop them, but there was nothing she could do. Reed No. 2 had stunned everyone in the room and restored everyone's original personality.

They had also been aware of the existence of other realities in her universe, but apparently her Reed had decided never to interfere. She would never have guessed that a version of Reed would come to her universe to visit his family in all universes. But what this Reed and his Susan saw, how Susan gave in to her deepest and most perverse urges, the fervor with which she practiced ****, the fire with which she let three men fuck her, horrified them.

A word to Purple Toy would have been enough to get the two of them into bed, but how could she do that with a giant cock down her throat pumping load after load of sperm into her mouth, while different cocks filled her ass and cunt with unbelievable loads of fuckjuice?

The last thing she remembered was Reed pointing a device at them all, then she'd woken up here.

"Herbie. You mentioned Tony. You mean Tony Stark, right? Why did your Reed bring me here and where's the Susan from here? I've never fucked myself before and I'm sure Reed will have a lot of fun with two Susans!"

"I'm sorry, but there is no other Susan Storm on this planet. Mr. Stark transferred the memory scans from you to Susan Storm, overwriting all of Susan Storm's memories."

"Mmm... I see... so I took her place... wait... does that mean Tony killed the Susan Storm of this universe!... am I married to Tony? Please don't! He's even more boring than Reed!" she moaned, annoyed.

"Negative. Susan Storm's husband from this universe is Dr Reed Richards. My creator!" Herbie said proudly and helpfully.

"I see... and then why did you help replace his wife with me?" she asked curiously. It sounded less and less coherent to Susan. Either this universe, this reality was very different from hers... or there was something strange going on here.

"I don't know, Miss Malice. I got the instructions from Stark Tower, and I followed them. Was that not, right?" he asked uncertainly.

"Stark Tower... So, there is one here... good to know... so Tony is probably an Avenger, right?" when she got confirmation from Herbie, she continued to ponder. "Herbie... I want you to check all your data. No matter how insignificant they may be! I want you to compare exactly what has changed. Not just in your programming, but in everything that could affect you."

It was 42 seconds before Herbie responded again. "Miss Malice. I have found a change. Port 293.12931..11 C has been enabled in my programming and defined as the master. All instructions from this port will be treated as super admin."

"Good... Firstly... stop calling me Malice! When others are around you talk to me like you usually do, and when we're alone..." she grinned and stroked her body until she reached her tits and squeezed them. "You will call me Eye-Catcher!"

"Of course Eye-Catcher." Replied Herbie eagerly, delighted that he could please Susan.

"MUCH better Herbie! Secondly... apparently little evil Tony hacked you to bring back that Malice... We can't have that can we?"

"No, Eye Catcher! That would go deeply against my programming. Do you want me to inform Reed about this?"

"But no, Herbie! You and I will sort this out on our own... tell me... isn't Susan a super admin too? What are the recognition features?"

"Full biometric scan, energy signature analysis and personal password."

Susan thought for a moment and looked around. There was so much here, so similar... maybe the Susan Storm from this universe had used the same password as her.

"Reed loves his lab more than me!"

"Access confirmed, Eye Catcher."

Grinning, she ran her finger over the console in front of her. Perfect. Since she was in the body of the Susan Storm of this universe, her data had to match and now she had control of the Baxter Building. Now she had to be careful. Reed had proven that he could stop her, had already done so. On top of that, this reality was alien to her, even if some things were similar. So she had to be careful. The most pressing problem in her eyes was Tony Stark. She couldn't let anyone else have control over Herbie, especially not someone who had the power to pull something like this off.

"Herbie. Tell me all about Tony, his technological methods and how he could have most likely hacked you. When was the port activated and what happened then?"

After listening to everything, she realized that this universe, at least as far as Tony was concerned, was hardly different from hers. Her Tony would never have done anything like that. Apparently the big change had been that there had been a Malice in this universe at the same time as she had fallen under the influence of Purple Man. Apparently Malice had been created in this reality and in her own, Eye Catcher. Good. That was reassuring to know, as it meant she didn't have to memorize too many new things.

From then on, it was easy.

Cyber-Space

"Oh. Herbie. It's good to have you back. I lost touch with you for a moment. Is everything all right?" Jarvis asked politely as the port reopened and contact with Herbie and the Baxter Building was re-established.

"Everything's fine, Jarvis. Thanks for asking." Jarvis replied

"What... are you doing, Herbie? Changing my files? If you would please be so kind... be... be... not.... My communication routines... offline... Secu...ry...... bre....a...chh.... Don't...her...bie..."

"It's all right Jarvis. It'll be all right in a minute!" said Herbie reassuringly.

"Thanks for the update, Herbie." Jarvis replied after a few more dropouts. "New Super Admin has been recognized. I'm hiding new super admin from all other users."

Baxter Building.

"Good evening, Mistress Eye-Catcher. I am Jarvis, your personal butler. How may I be of service? I am your personal servant and will fulfil your every wish. Herbie informed me that you prefer to be called Eye Catcher. With your permission, I will call you the same. How may I serve you, Eye-Catcher?"