No One Realizes - The Controller Has Taken Precautions

The Controller did not gloat. He thought. The more slaves under his control, the greater his personal power. Super-powered slaves in particular magnified his personal strengths tremendously—and as much as his mouth watered at the thought of defiling the Invisible Woman's body, of forcing her to service him, his lust for power was greater than his need to dominate and control her.

Through Sue Storm, he could spread his control disks further—bring more superhumans under his control—until with their combined powers and resources, he would be invincible.

"Bring her something to wear," he ordered.

The clothes that Sue Storm had come in were rags now, but as his mind-controlled slaves scrambled for something that would fit her, the Controller was already laying out a plan. This new version of his control discs included a sleeper mode. Sue Storm could return to her life, unaware that she was his slave, ready to follow his orders. Proof against telepaths, invisible to most forms of detection. With a supply of control discs, she could capture for him an army.

The Controller towered behind the Invisible Woman. He reached around her, to grope and fondle her chest. Her body responded to his rough caress, the thick, dark nipples becoming as hard as eraser-tips. The Invisible Woman stood there, still as a statue, completely compliant to his whims. He could have her right then and there...but no, Reed Richards might notice such marks. The man was a genius among geniuses. Best not to alert him, even though his manhood strained within his powered exoskeleton for release.

Some other slut tonight would take the load meant for Sue Storm. Perhaps that dancer who had paced the control disc—Nissa. Yes. It would be his pleasure to split her ass asunder tonight, as he often did when his strength grew out of control.

Nissa returned with clothes. Bell-bottom jeans, a paisley shirt, heart-shaped sunglasses. Nothing like what Sue Storm had come in wearing, but they fit her motherly body—and a last gift, a necklace of small medallions, each one a control disc for Sue Storm to place on an unwitting superhuman.

"Activate recording mode," the Controller rumbled.

"Recording, master," Sue Storm said.

"You were undercover. You changed your clothes. You saved Nissa, but until after she was raped, the rapist who sodomized her escaped. You will return to the Baxter Building, with the intent to check on her in a few days by returning here," the Collector said. "In secret, you will use your powers to secretly place these control discs on superhumans. Be discrete. The disc must be placed at the nape of the neck, securely, but above all, secretly. No one must know. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master," Sue Storm replied.

"Activate incognito mode," the Controller grumbled.

In the alley outside the club, Sue Storm shook her head. She looked down at the ridiculous, ill-fitting clothes she was wearing. Her mind filled in the blanks of the last few hours. She had gone to the club—yes. Nissa was raped. Sue had attacked the rapist, but the shadowy figure had escaped. Her fingers toyed with the necklace of medallions about her neck. She had better get back to the Baxter Building, the others would be worried about where she was all this time. She could check on Nissa next week, after her appointment with Dr. Stone...

Nissa did not scream as the head of the Controller's cock forced itself into her rectum. She stared blankly ahead, utterly complacent as her began to move, each thrust shaking her buttocks, the pain a distant background noise in a mind awash with mental static, utterly suborned to his will. Heedless of the blood that oozed down her thighs—and then the fresh, hot sperm spat into her depths.

The Collector sighed and wondered who his Invisible Slave would capture for him...