Sue walks farther inside the chamber

The air in the chamber was thick with tension, the weight of it hanging heavy like a storm cloud as Sue stood in the doorway before the savage, bestial warlord. Blastaar lay sprawled across the grand divan, his cock standing erect and proud, glistening with the saliva of his eager concubines.

The chamber was a sensual symphony of shadows and light, glowing crystals hanging from the ceiling casting an ethereal glow on the vulgar tapestries adorning the walls and the rich velvets, cushions, and silks strewn around Blastaar and his whores.

The ripe aroma of sex and sweat still lingered, tinged in the harem girls' sweet, exotic perfume, creating a heady, intoxicating atmosphere that made Sue's head swim. Sue's pierced nipples stiffened into tight peaks, visible through the thin fabric of her bra. Her tiny thong did little to hide her smooth pussy, and she could feel the dampness pooled between her thighs, her unbidden lust growing with each passing moment.

"Come, Susan Richards," Blastaar commanded, his deep voice dripping with arrogance. "I want to feel your lips around my cock."

Sue wavered, her heart pounding through her chest. She knew she should resist, but her legs moved of their own accord, carrying her toward him, her tits jiggling teasingly with each step. Still, she tried to project resistance — fists balled, jaw clenched, glaring daggers through his skull even as she stepped closer to the enormous divan.

It only drove Blastaar's grin wider; his hubris was infuriating. He loved breaking strong women, and Susan Richards was proving to be quite the prize. Returning Sue's stare, he placed a large hand on a harem girl's head as she lavished the side of his shaft, as if to show the Invisible Woman her place.

She scoffed, but charged friction crackled between Sue and her captor with each step she took. Blastaar feasted his gaze on her nearly nude body, and Sue felt his eyes all over her, igniting sparks across bare skin. She could feel his hunger, and it fueled her own. She hated him, hated what he was doing to her, and yet instinctively, her hips began to sway just so with each footfall, her toes sinking into the warm, plush rug that covered the floor.

Sue stopped mere inches from the lounging alien brute, her eyes locked onto his. She refused to look down at the monstrous cock that strained towards her, even as the pair of green-skinned **** girls played tongue tag with its girth. Blastaar's hand remained on one girl's head, petting her hair as she moaned around his spit-slicked shaft. The other girl, still tonguing the underside of Blastaar's pulsing organ, smiled an inviting smile at Sue, her emerald skin gleaming under the chamber's otherworldly lights.

A voice in Sue's mind screamed at her to turn around, to run, to fight against this monster who had **** her, stripped her, held her captive, and violated her. Yet, here she stood before him, buzzing with a desire she couldn't control. Her breath faltered in her throat, her indignant silence wavering as her body responded to his commanding presence. The scent of her own treasonous arousal filled her nostrils, and she knew she was in trouble. The soaked gusset of her thong was evidence enough of it, and Blastaar's smirk told her he knew it too.

The servant girls moaned again around Blastaar's big, dark dick, and finally, Sue's eyes flicked downwards, unable to resist any longer. She gasped at the sight of it: thick, veiny, and imposing, glistening with the combined saliva of the two green-skinned beauties whose tongues glided along its length. It was an absolute beast, and laying her eyes on it up close triggered flashbacks of how it had stretched her cunt, filled her to the brim, and made her scream like the slut she was becoming.

"Fuck," she whispered under her breath. Somewhere deep inside her, Malice smiled.

"Kneel," rumbled Blastaar, and the word hung in the room, demanding Sue's submission.

Susan's knees weakened at his words, her body betraying her once more. Idly, she ran her finger against her wet pussy, feeling the slickness that coated her lips. She was soaking, her juices flowing freely, and she knew there was no use denying it. She was turned on, and Blastaar knew it too.

Slowly, reluctantly, she sank to her knees on the plush rug, her ass perched on her heels. She refused to look away, defiance flickering in her eyes even as she complied. Her knees spread slightly as she settled in front of Blastaar, a telltale sign of her wetness dripping from her cunt as she knelt before her captor.

The harem girls on either side of him paused, pulling their mouths off Blastaar's imposing cock. One of them, her small hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, pointed the organ's bulbous tip towards Sue, a silent invitation. Susan's eyes widened as she stared at the glistening length; the thought of tasting it made her nipples harden even further, her piercings rubbing deliciously against her flimsy bra.

She leaned forward, lips parting, her breath hot against the head of his cock. With a trembling hand, she wrapped her slender fingers around the meaty shaft, feeling the heat and power of his erection. It twitched in her grip, hard and alive, the veins throbbing beneath her touch. Blastaar's other concubines released their grasp, leaving Blastaar's dick entirely to Sue.

She wrapped her other hand around the thick, proud cock, her fingers barely able to meet around its girth. "Go on, pet" she heard him growl. "Show these girls how a real whore submits to her master."

Susan's body quivered at his words, her mouth watering at the thought of pleasing him. She looked up at Blastaar, her eyes meeting his, and she saw the challenge in his gaze, daring her to submit, to give in to the filthy desires he'd awakened within her. And God help her, she wanted to.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" thought Sue. "I should be repulsed. I should be fighting this, but... fuck. I can't stop thinking about it..."

She couldn't stop herself any longer. Her tongue darted out, tentatively touching the tip of his dick. The taste was a heady mix of salty and sweet, and she moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the flavor. Sue swirled her tongue around the head, exploring the sensitive ridge, feeling it twitch against her full, pink lips. She leaned in, French kissing his entire cockhead, and Blastaar groaned, his massive frame shifting on the divan as he watched her.

"Mmmmm," Sue hummed, her tongue tracing the ridge of his helmet. She could feel his eyes burning into her, and it only spurred her on: she dove in, her tongue tracing the length of his manhood from crown to hilt, then again, then again. Her pussy clenched with each lick and slurp, and she reveled in the sensation of his hot, throbbing flesh against her tongue. She could feel the raw power coursing through his magnificent cock, the blood rushing through it, and it only made her hungry for more.

Sue dropped to all fours as she slurped eagerly at the huge dick, crawling closer to her master until her tits pressed against his muscular thighs. Her moans grew louder and louder as she lost herself in her lust. She was a flawless vision of shameless, whorish submission, her luscious, soft, pink lips a stark contrast to Blastaar's hard, charcoal cock. Reaching up with one hand, she cupped his hefty, pendulous balls, rolling them tenderly between her fingers before regaling each one with wet, thirsty kisses.

Blastaar grunted with approval as she serviced him, placing his hand on her head, running his fingers through her blonde locks, gripping her hair tightly. The touch sent a shudder of submissive delight straight down Sue's spine, her clit throbbing and pussy gushing. She was amazed at what Blastaar could do to her — how he seemed to tap directly into this depraved need that had been hidden deep within her, a need that boring, bookish Reed could never fulfill.

She didn't even protest as the tyrant grabbed a fistful of her golden hair, pulling her back up toward his swollen cockhead, only gasping meekly before planting an obedient, open-mouthed kiss on the tip. His other hand reached down and tore the barely-there bra from her body, her buxom, creamy titties bouncing obligingly out into her captor’s view. Moaning again, she slid her plump lips over the spongy, mushroomed crown of Blastaar’s dick, taking it into her mouth as she curled her fingers around his girth.

She swirled her tongue around the underside and tasted the salty precum that beaded at the tip. Blastaar's groans grew louder, his hips lifting off the divan, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. She gagged slightly, her throat constricting around the thick intruder, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she relaxed her throat, allowing him to fuck her mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts.

Blastaar groaned. "Yes, you filthy bitch," he hissed. "Take it all, you cocksucking slut."

She felt the giant organ pulsate in her mouth, the veins throbbing against her tongue as she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing out. Blastaar's hand tightened in her hair, guiding her head up and down his shaft as she bobbed eagerly on his dark dick. The sounds of her wet, sloppy sucking filled the chamber, punctuated by her muffled whimpers and Blastaar's grunts of pleasure. She could feel his cock swelling in her mouth, growing harder and thicker with each passing second. She knew he was close, and the thought of him cumming in her mouth, of tasting his hot, sticky seed, made her pussy clench. Blastaar growled, his hips bucking as he fucked her mouth with increasing fervor.

Sue gagged again, her eyes watering as his hardness rammed against the back of her throat. She seethed at Blastaar for making her debase herself in front of him like this, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. She was lost in a haze of lust and degradation, loving every dirty second of it as she slobbered and choked on his length. She wanted to loathe him, to fight him, but all she could do was moan around his cock as her body gave in to the twisted bliss of submission. Drool dripped wantonly from her chin, her throat constricting around Blastaar's girth as her lips struggled to slurp up more of his length.

"You're going to swallow every drop," he grunted, his fingers tightening in her hair. "You're going to take it all like a good little whore."

Blastaar felt his balls tighten, and Sue felt it, too; again, she reached for them, gently clutching and squeezing as much of the hanging fruit as she was able. She wanted to taste him, to feel him explode in her mouth. She wanted to be his filthy little slut, and she didn't care anymore. She was beyond caring.

His cock erupted like a geyser in Sue's mouth, her cheeks expanding and then contracting as Blastaar unleashed a torrent of cum. She began to chug long, thick waves of his seed down into her belly, jerking his cock and kneading his balls to wring every last drop from his tank. Blastaar's hand tightened in her hair, his fingers digging into her scalp as he held her head in place, forcing her to take every last drop, and she swallowed eagerly, **** to take it all.

Finally, Blastaar grunted and loosened his grip on her blonde locks, and Sue gasped for air. She could still taste his hot, sticky cum all over her mouth, feel it coating in her tongue—and despite herself, she loved it. She sat back on her heels, panting, her chest heaving with exertion.

"Good girl," Blastaar sneered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're a natural at this, aren't you?"

His taunting snapped her back to reality, and she glared up at him, her eyes blazing with anger and humilation. But even as she seethed, her body spoke the truth: her lips glistening, her chin and neck dripping with his cum, her nipples still hard and aching.

"This changes nothing," she spat back. "I'll never feel anything but disgust for you," she screamed, even as her cunt still dripped with need.

Blastaar stood up, his titanic frame casting a dark shadow over Sue, his thick, turgid cock hanging heavy between his legs, gleaming with her saliva and his cum. Towering over his newest conquest, he smiled. The night wasn't over just yet.