The next morning

Sue woke the next morning, feeling groggy. That Baluuran wine packed quite a punch! She realised she was in the bed alone Blastaar must have risen early and gone about his Kingly duties.

She groaned when she remembered how the previous night had ended. She couldn’t believe she’d finally given herself willingly to him. She could tell herself that it was because of the influence of the wine. That would be easier than admitting that she was starting to enjoy taking the massive cock of the Living Bomb-Burst and having him fuck her roughly like a prime bitch…

Perhaps she was rewarding him for letting her administer justice on the vile scum who had nearly killed sweet Yuunar. It was only fair, she supposed. Perhaps she could offer certain other sexual rewards to him in return for other favors? That way, she could take more control of the relationship and soon she might have him eating out of her hand. Or just eating her out…

She shook her head and tried to clear it. Why was she thinking such strange and uncharacteristic thoughts? Was Blastaar getting to her? Was the Negative Zone? She felt some alarm at the change she’d noticed in her powers and she felt like she should probably be more alarmed about the change that was coming over her, but in a way, it felt so right. She had always felt that she was really the most powerful member of the Fantastic Four and that was without any obvious destructive power. And now it seemed that her powers enabled her to destroy matter as well as make it invisible!

She felt a strange new sensation that she’d never felt before. Enjoying her power for its own sake. Getting pleasure from the knowledge that she could dominate and destroy. Of course, she would only use this new power for good. Or what she considered to be good!

Returning to her own rooms, she decided to explore more of her hugely extensive wardrobe. Turning her attention away from the modified versions of the FF uniforms with the ‘B’ emblem in place of the ‘4’, she noticed a whole section of clothing that she hadn’t noticed before. It looked like someone had brought the contents of several fetish-wear shops! She saw racks and racks of leather, PVC and latex garments.

The clothes ranged from high-class fashion to the sort of skanky outfits that only hookers or porn-stars would dare to wear. Not the sort of thing she’d ever dream of wearing back in her old life, not even on date nights with Reed. His sexual tastes really didn’t lean that way, which had made her feel almost disappointed once or twice. Of course, as Malice, she’d totally embraced the kinky leather dominatrix look. But that had been an aberrant form of her personality, created by Psycho-Man. Or had it? Maybe she had a kinky side that he’d simply unleashed?

Anyway, here she had the perfect chance to try on some outfits she’d never wear back in her old life, and she whiled away the morning, trying on slutty outfit after slutty outfit, enjoying how she looked in them and wondering mildly how Reed would react to seeing her in them. More than that though, she wondered how turned on Blastaar would be to see her in them. Quite a bit, she supposed, since it must have been his order to have these clothes imported from Earth…

Hours later, at dinner, Blastaar sat at the huge table alone, eyeing the empty chair of his consort. She knew the hour she was expected to attend him at dinner, but she was a few minutes late. Then he heard the click-click of high heels on the marble floor of the massive dining chamber, and looked up.

Sue entered the room, flanked by her Baluuran guards. Blastaar smiled broadly as he realised she had discovered the more risqué area of her wardrobe. She wore a long black latex dress which hugged her splendid body in all the right places. Her hair was gathered up into an elaborate style and her makeup was slightly heavier than he’d seen it before. She looked like a new woman, one he thoroughly approved of!

“Good evening, my dear. You were worth the wait!”

After dinner, they sipped more of the delicious and intoxicating wine. Blastaar felt the time was right to offer his new consort another gift.

“Sue my dear, I have a little surprise for you.”

“Oh?” she asked coquettishly, raising her beautiful eyebrows. “Why, you spoil me my King.”

“It is no less than you deserve. Bring them!”

With that, the doors to the chamber were flung open and she gasped to see Bentley Whitman, The Wizard and Mac Gargan, The Scorpion, manacled and fitted with restraining collars, being led into the room by armed guards.

“I know that these two scum mistreated you, my dear. That cannot be tolerated. I saw how much you relished dishing out justice for the terrorists yesterday, so I give you these two to do with as you wish.”

Sue smiled broadly and felt that warm glow again, relishing the power she held over two of her most hated enemies. Whitman was the one who had brought her into this predicament, and Gargan had stripped her naked and pissed on her. Actually pissed on her! No doubt she would have been merciful once, but the new Susan Storm had a rapidly growing cruel streak and a mind that was becoming able to devise the most vengeful punishment.

“Tell me, my King,” she purred. “How advanced are the surgical techniques your medical people have here? There are some modifications I’d like to make to these two…”