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An hour later Rhodan found himself back at the strange, and highly illegal modification warehouse. Aliens from all over Shadow City planets and the Zone itself came to this place to get body modifications, ****, weapons, and other things Rhodan didn’t even want to know about. He was in the far back room once more, with his Tysillent friend “Dusk”. Really that was a name for any Tysillent who went against the strict and dogmatic caste system and religious doctrine of the inhabitants of the planet Tysillent. Many took the name to remain anonymous. Authorities were looking for dozens of “Dusks” across the Zone.

“You I can’t condone this,” Dusk told his friend…well, client was more like it. “Jacking a former slaves identity and overwriting it, and changing you to her master is one thing. Behavioral modifications are another.” The yellow alien with twisting muscles all over his body watched the old rat at the computer. The rat was typing away.

“Relax,” Rhodan brushed off his friend’s annoying fears. “This is done all the time.”

The yellow alien crossed his twisted arms. “Yes, by professional slaving scientists. This shit is like surgery.” Essentially, Rhodan would be pumping programming into Sue’s spinal cord which would then travel to her brain to prompt the release of endorphins, brain chemicals, pheromones, and hormones in an effort to change the behavior of a ****. Usually to make them more docile. “You could kill this girl. Give her a heart attack, stroke, brain hemorrhage, or an aneurism. This shit wasn’t designed for humanoid-things from Earth.”

The ratman was busy looking at all the categories that could be “modded” in the program that Dusk had given him access to. “Close enough to Shadow-City humanoids, or Mantracorians.” The rat alien started by saying the **** was part Mantracorian, part Shadow City humanoid and even part Ootahan. He figured that would offset the chemical imbalance created in the human’s head.

“A dead **** will bring attention to this place….to me.” The Tysillent reiterated his fears.

Rhodan assured his Sue “would be fine”. He began to list the changes “Aaahaaaa,” he smiled and clicked a column that said “increase sexuality”. The line from the computer was hooked to his control rod which was sending signals to Susan’s neck collar. It had the ability to control Sue from planets away.

The giddy ratman started his modifications and pushed the rate of “sexuality” high, but not to the top. He didn’t want to go nuts with her. He decided he was going to make her more “flirtatious”, “adventurous”, “open”, “risk taking”, “fun”, “fierce” and “content”. A lot of things that Sue’s brain already actually registered high without modifications. Yet he made sure to up her “loyalty” quotient to almost the top.

The mutant beast alien couldn’t find a section where he could literally make her more susceptible to “cheat on her husband”. But, he figured some traits may help. He dialed down the section for “apologetic nature” and any penchant for “remorse” was at zero now. He wanted her “strong and confident” both sexually and personally in her body and her interactions. Again, she already was these things according to her brain read-outs, he just amplified these traits.

He found a way to make her more “amorous”. The rat was shocked she was already quite amorous. Yet, he made sure to limit this to her set “attractions”. He couldn’t find his particular species, since he was a mutant rat from Counter-Earth. But he was able to modify her “attractions” include key words like “short”, “furry”, “clawed”, “snouts”, “LONG tails”, “whiskers”, “musky smells” and “big teeth” and “red eyes”. All things that fit his description.

Dusk watched his client literally change everything he could. “You’re going to short her very brain Rhodan.”

Rhodan the ratman smiled. “I don’t care about the girl’s brain, I just want what’s between her legs.” He then hit enter. The device began to send signals to the rod, which in turn would send signals to Susan’s spinal column.

“What’s so special about this Earth-thing?” The Tysillent asked, but even the strange yellow alien was attracted to the raven haired beauties curves. This was dangerous though. A dead **** raised questions in Shadow City. Slaving was allowed but regulated. Slaves were kept well here unlike other parts of the Zone.

“You have no idea.” Rhodan smiled and picked up his platinum control rod.

As the ratman walked out, Dusk called to him. “If this works….I get a blowjob.”

Rhodan laughed as he left. “If this works that little slut will be serving us beers and sucking our cocks.” The control rod buzzed in his hand, signaling that it was working.

The rod was downloading instructions that were piped into Susan Storm’s spinal cord as she slept across town in the dingy bed above Rhodan’s junker shop. Susan’s body twitched and shook as the instructions went to her brain and informed her mind to release chemicals that would ensure the proper changes as Rhodan wanted. She even began to sweat from the pumping of the chemicals throughout her body, yet she slept, deep and hard. Her dreams wild and erratic, like floating and bouncing wildly in a sea of colors and emotions swirling in her. Anger, sadness, happiness, laughter, despair, elation, all rolling around her in a sea of color and feeling. Like being pushed through years of emotions in moments. One minute in her floating colored dream she wanted to punch a hole in reality, and the next she was downright….horny.

From his home, downstairs as his wife slept, Rhodan watched Sue’s erratic movements from his hidden camera. She gripped sheets, growled, sweat, bit her lip hard, and even thrust her hips. Her body undulating in apparent tension, anger and arousal. He heard shrieks and moans all at once. Maybe he was killing her. As he walked up the steps to his fat old sleeping rat wife, he feared he’d go to the shop in the morning and she’d be dead.

The next morning when he awoke he was frightened, none of the cameras showed Susan in the shop. But oddly enough her tracker showed her presence in the vicinity. After a quick breakfast and Baluuran coffee, Rhodan jetted to his shop.

He was utterly floored to find her in the junk yard, wiping her dirty hands and walking towards him.

“Do you really not come to work until ten in the morning,” she shrugged.

Rhodan smiled at her upbeat demeanor, much different than the day before. “There are thirty-six hours in a day on this planet.” He chuckled and looked over her garb. She’d clearly taken clothes. He could punish her but the ratman let it go.

“I took the liberty of getting clothes from the shop.” She confidently stated. “Hope you’re not mad.” She walked over to what was once a junked hover-bus. “If we charge the nega-battery in the hangar-bay, and replace the rusted couplings to the grav-magnets on the undercarriage, we can get this bitch running.” She lifted the front hood of the holo-bus and showed him that she’d changed the exhaust tubes. “They had holes, I just grabbed some from the bay that were lying around.”

“Remarkable,” Rhodan said his whiskers moving as he looked at the bus and then the girl before him. “How did you….”

Sue turned and walked towards the hangar bay. Rhodan watched her hips sway as she held her head high with confidence. “I been space bound since I was a teen, I told you.” She began revving up the negative energy battery charger by pulling a cord like an Earth lawn mower. “You learn a thing or two being married to Reed Richards.”

Rhodan found himself on a rolling back creeper under the bus. They’d put it on a lift as it charged with negative energy. Susan was across from him, her head not too far from his facing the other way on her own rolling ground creeper. She was turning a wrench to release the couplings. “When we finish switching out the couplings, we should…”

“Grease the magnets,” Sue nodded still cranking the bolts on the couplings to free them. “It will stop the gravity wobble once we get it running.”

“Correct,” Rhodan smiled, pulling a coupling off himself.

They spent the morning fixing the bus. When it was done, Rhodan’s stomach rumbled. He offered to get “Mazlo-Beast shank sandwiches”.

“I game,” Susan said wiping her hands. She continued to work on the bus while Rhodan got the food. When he came back, they sat in the shop. Susan took a bite of the blue meat, and her mouth watered. It was delicious. She had to admit it. Normally she was apprehensive about trying alien foods, something Reed warned of her and the team. It might not “go well” he told them. But Susan was feeling…well, adventurous with her appetite. In fact, when Susan woke up, she didn’t have that sinking feeling she had the night before. She wouldn’t say she felt “happy” per-se, but she just wasn’t depressed or upset. In a way she felt eager to get out and prove her worth. Show this being she wasn’t just a woman, like so many saw her. She had a brain, and a very analytical one. And it seemed Rhodan didn’t just appreciate her ability, he actually listened and picked her brain. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, she thought munching a delicious alien meat sandwich.

After lunch, they went back to work. Susan got in the cockpit of the speeder bus, and began hitting the power-up levers and switches. They’d charged the battery, replaced the couplings and shined the magnets. But sadly, the machine didn’t come to life. Rhodan was in front under the hood. Susan came out, and asked “let me get a look”.

Rhodan took a step back and Susan bent down to look in the hood.

Her ass in the Tyannan denim jeans stuck up and swayed slightly as Susan worked. It was as if her ass was made for the tight Tyannan fabric. Rhodan’s eyes moved with the ass, instinct now racing in his rat brain. His hands reached out to wrap around her waist in preparation for a ‘mount’ but Sue picked her head up. “It’s this crystal inverter!” Sue stated bringing Rhodan out his instinct rattled daze.

Rhodan watched the girl walk to the hangar-bay as if she’d been there for years. “It’s in the second…”

“Drawer up from the blue shelves.” Sue nodded walking over. “The red shelves. I saw them earlier.” She brought the inverter back and bent down once more, again causing instinct to take over in the mutant rat’s brain. This time she popped up quickly, and ran to the cockpit. Rhodan merely watched as Sue again tried to fire the vehicle up. He looked down to see his bulge was sticking out very noticeably.

Suddenly, with a ‘whirl’, the speeder bus came to life and lifted in the air on the anti-grav-magnets. “Whooooo,” Susan shouted clapping her hands. She jumped down and was giddy. She had her back to the bus. Susan reached up to ‘high-five’ the short rat, but he clasped her hand, not sure what she was trying to do. As their hands clasped, the bus shot forward with a bang, pushing Susan forward. The bus slowly smashed into another ship and stopped. Susan had lost her footing. Still holding Rhodan’s rat claw she fell forward on him, causing him to fall as well. She gripped his other hand in a frantic action to stop her momentum, but they both fell. He fell back and Susan fell on top of him. Susan was straddling the ratman who was pinned to the ground. Her crotch was sitting on Rhodan’s erection. Sheer fabric from their clothes separated their sex. Susan found herself looking into the ratman’s red eyes momentarily and blushed. “Sorry,” she said standing up. She pulled the small rat up. “I should have turned on the hyper-break.”

It wasn’t much damage. They had the bus up and running. This made Rhodan quite happy. It would fetch a nice haul. He placed a ‘for sale’ add on the holo-feeds. Susan actually took pictures. It didn’t take long before aliens rolled in to check the bus.

At one point two horned Gyraxians, both short and fat waddled in. The woman seemed annoyed her husband was investing in a speeder-bus. “He always has these dumb investment ideas. Now he’s going to be a bus-driver?” She huffed.

Susan smiled at the alien woman. “You know what,” she said and put her arm on the shoulder of the woman. “Let the men deal with their dumb trucks or whatever. We have silks from Mantracore I think you’ll love.” Susan was sort of a fashionista, and she was helping that woman feel confident in some of the garments that the junker shop was selling.

“What’s that,” the Gyraxian short horned woman asked walking into the appliance section. A small device was under a holo-television.

The Invisible Woman rubbed her chin. “I believe it’s a holo-enhancer.” She nodded and walked over. Sue turned on the small holo-tv, and then the ‘enhancer’. The screen went from small to almost the entire wall. While the heroine found herself enjoying sales, she watched Rhodan. It was clear the Gyraxian man wasn’t looking for a bus that large and pricey. But Rhodan wasn’t letting up the little rat.

Susan brought an armful of fine garments to the front, and began ringing the woman up. It wasn’t too much different than an Earth register. Besides, Sue and the Fantastic Four had spent months on Chelemek-Prime doing odd jobs including working for the Bureau of Monsters Management. She even got the Gyraxian woman to buy the expensive ‘enhancer’.

When Rhodan came over with the husband, the being seemed apprehensive. “You can’t afford NOT to buy that bus my good man!”

“How much,” the alien wife asked.

The Gyraxian male sighed. “Ten thousand credits.” It was a price that made even Susan cringe. It wasn’t worth six-thousand let alone ten.

The female horned alien shook her head. She wasn’t having any of it. “It’s not worth it.”

“Well,” Sue smiled to the small woman. “The bus pays for itself. It fits twenty riders. At ten credits a pop, that’s two-hundred credits a day.” She laughed. “You’ll have that paid off in less than two years!” Before the woman could respond with doubt Susan added. “Plus, if you start earning the money on the bus now, you can come in here.” She smiled at the Gyrax woman. “I have it on good authority,” she said in a low voice, “we’re getting garments from the capital of Gyrax….not New Gyrax,” she added.

The woman stopped dead in her tracks. “You can get products imported from the original Gyrax…in the Positive Universe?” The woman turned to her husband. “Buy it…NOW!” She then began to fill out an order for high-end clothes to be imported from the Positive Universe. “ACTUAL GYRAXIAN SILKS!” She sounded giddy and handed Susan the money for her current purchase and had the money for her order.

Before long, Susan and Rhodan had sold the bus, and a boat load of expensive clothes, including placing an order for more to be imported. Susan had helped the ratman make close to twenty-five thousand credits in a single day. He didn’t make that much in a month.

“You can import that shit right?” Susan asked watching the couple drive off from the back gate of the lot.

Rhodan shrugged. “I think…it will cost us.”

Sue laughed. “You mean them.”

It had been a long day. Susan wanted to retire upstairs and rest. She was going to do a workout. She’d fashioned weights from ball bearings of a ship. The heroine also ‘borrowed’ some tight fitting black leggings and a top from the shop. Rhodan ‘owed’ her, she reminded him. She wanted provisions, and Rhodan agreed to bring fruits, drinks, snacks, and another “Mazlo-meat” sandwich. “And some wine from Baluur…or whiskey….whichever you can find.” She said walking up the stairs to her loft.

Susan closed and locked the secret door in the back of the office that led to the hidden loft. She began a slow jog around the circular loft that was open and above the shop. She’d run to the far wall halfway across the circle, squat low with a heavy ball bearing, and then run back around and squat again on the other side. She couldn’t deny how much well….’fun’ she had that day. Selling to those sappy aliens was a blast. Easy as hell in fact. There was a rush about it. Getting a sale was almost a high. She up her workout, trying desperately to break a sweat. It was as if the running and squatting was scratching and itch. She thought about how well Rhodan treated her, how he respected her. It made her run even faster, and squat lower. She thought about how confident and strong the little shit looked when selling the bus to that rube alien. She didn’t see him as the slimy worm she did that day before. Soon, she was almost sprinting the circle, her sweat dripping down her body.

Downstairs, in the street, in his speeder, Rhodan watched the girl, taking in every deep squat as he pulled his pink prick. Things were going well. But before he finished himself off, the little ratman had a plan. He raced in his speeder to grab the sandwiches that Susan had requested, as well as food stuffs, drinks and ****.

When he returned, he pulled out Susan’s sandwich. He pulled out his comm box and fired up the hidden cameras. He found Susan in the shower, her breasts. Her left side was facing the camera, and he got a good shot of her amazing left breast that jiggled while she soaped her body. Rhodan began to masturbate his pink rat cock right over Susan’s sandwich. “You’re gonna make me the happiest man in the Negative Zone Susan Storm!” He smiled and he grunted as he began coating the blue meat in the black roll that was similar to a sub roll on Earth. His white hot jizz splashed onto the sandwich. When he was finished, he rolled the sub back up in the paper casing and put it back in the bag.

Rhodan went inside the shop and the bell above the door rang. Susan in her workout clothes walked down the stairs. “You got the food?” She asked rather eagerly.

Rhodan nodded and pulled the sub he hadn’t messed with out, and handed it to Susan. She sat behind the front desk and began to unwrap her prize. Rhodan was smart, he made it a point to open the tainted sandwich himself, and then placed it on the table. A curious Susan asked. “What’s that on yours?”

“Special sauce,” he looked at the sub, “too spicy for humans.”

Susan was appalled. “Let me at least try it before you make decisions,” the heroine didn’t even ask. She reached down and grabbed the sandwich covered in the white goo. She wasted no time and sank her teeth on the end, making sure to get a large glob of the white goo in the bite. Sue’s eyes rolled at the delicious flavor that added to the meat. “Fuuuuck that’s good,” Susan uttered a swear without a thought, something she rarely did. She held her head up to her chewing mouth. “It’s not spicy,” she added. “It’s salty.” She explained. “And hot…which not all sauces are.”

“You can have mine,” Rhodan offered, his cock beginning to harden watching Susan literally consume his cum and enjoy every bite.

Susan thanked him and munched another bite, the gooey thick white sauce added a smoky flavor to the meat. She wondered if she as being rude when she took a third bite, since Rhodan was staring quietly and rather amazed. ‘Maybe I should slow down’, she thought. The girl swiped some thick white sauce from the meat and held it above her mouth. “We can fix that speeder-bike in the way back I think,” she added changing the subject. Drops of the thick white goo splashed onto her tongue. She then tore a small piece of meat off and stamped it in the sauce and put it in her mouth.

Rhodan was floored at what he watched. “Yes….yes….yes….” he just kept saying softly. He watched her take a huge bite then, and his white cum rolled out her mouth and down the left side of her mouth. She caught it on her finger and then sucked the cream from her finger.

“I think I need to get a tan as well,” Susan stated looking back at the lot. She was thinking about laying out in the Great Spires three suns before they all set. The authorities were looking for a white skinned blonde heroine from Earth. She already had changed her hair with the oil. Now she needed darker skin. She had to admit, she kind of liked the hair. It was new, different, unique and a little risky. Made her look sort of ‘bad’.

The ratman was going to have to go home soon, his wife would want to know where he was. He left the groceries. He informed Sue that there was a small bag of Tyannan “spice” which he claimed ‘takes the edge off’ along with the Baluuran wine and whiskey.

The little alien rat left Susan in the shop and locked up for the night. He sat in his speeder in the front and smiled seeing Susan pick out a bikini from the store. He watched her strip right there in the store and get naked. She pulled the bikini on her breasts, and then the bottoms and went out to the lot and laid out on a speeder-car.

Rhodan went home and constantly checked Susan’s position. She hadn’t moved. She didn’t move until later that night when the suns finally went down. Rhodan ate his dinner with his short fat bitch of a wife and secretly kept checking. Before bed, he noticed Susan on the couch, fully clothed. She was giggling every few seconds, her body swaying. She’d tried the spice, a narcotic that made humanoids horny as all hell. The giggling gave it away.

Things were moving.