Sue finds the orb

The red twilight hues of the setting Baluuran sun bathed the captive Invisible Woman’s bedchamber in a hypnotic glow, casting long, dark shadows on the stone walls. The air hung thick as Sue lay on the grandiose, ornate bed, draped in a silken, crimson sheet that accentuated the swell of her buxom cleavage and the curve of her hips.

Blastaar had fucked her senseless hours ago, departing once he’d had his fill. Sue had lost herself and surrendered to her darkest cravings, her inhibitions shattered as she begged for his cock and screamed his name like a depraved whore.

Ashamed of her wanton surrender, Sue had redressed herself after the brutish warlord had taken his pleasure and and locked her alone in her lavish prison once again. But even as she hid under the sheets, the slutty outfit that Blastaar had **** on her only made her feel like even more of a sex object.

The tiny blue bra struggled to contain her ample bosom. Her nipples, pierced by Blastaar's **** girls, throbbed against what little fabric contained them, the gold rings sending jolts of pleasure straight to her clit. The matching thong left little to the imagination, the thin strip of fabric disappearing between her round ass cheeks, while the front rode up, revealing the smooth, bare lips of her pussy. She could still feel the ache from Blastaar's monstrous cock, her cunt tender and swollen, the sticky remnants of Blastaar's cum still inside her.

Her thighs were still sticky with their combined juices. Her blonde hair was a wild mess, cascading down her back in loose, tangled waves. She looked like a fuckdoll, a plaything for Blastaar's twisted whims. The realization made her stomach churn, and yet her body still hummed with satisfaction, longing for more.

She was supposed to be a hero, a member of the Fantastic Four, not some conquered prize for this brute to use as he pleased. She wanted desperately to be able to summon her powers and put an end to this sick game. The thought of Reed, Johnny, and Ben made her heart ache. What would they think if they saw her now, helpless and spread out like a feast for this monster? Or even worse, if they saw her enjoying it?

A glimmer of gold on her own hand caught her eye. Her wedding ring, a symbol of her love for Reed, still adorned her finger. The sight of it intensified her guilt, a stark reminder of the man she had left behind. She had cheated on him, surrendered to her desires for Blastaar, and now, she felt the weight of her betrayal.

But Blastaar was right about one thing: she couldn't deny her body's response to him. Try as she had to fight it, she’d loved every filthy second that Blastaar used her. Perhaps it was the oils — those damn aphrodisiac oils — that his **** girls keep her soaked in, igniting her senses and making her head swim. Maybe it was a shadow of her Malice persona, rearing its appalling head after being repressed for so long. Whatever the reason, Sue had relished the pleasure — and she despised herself for it.

But before she could spiral further into self-loathing, a noise startled her — a low hum, followed by a soft click. She turned her head towards the sound, her eyes widening as a large crystal orb in the middle of the room flickered to life. Sue hadn't paid the orb much mind before, assuming it was purely decorative. But now, its surface glowed with an otherworldly light, displaying a scene that made her blush instantly.

One of the harem girls, a petite beauty with emerald green skin and dark, flowing curls, approached Blastaar demurely. She knelt between his muscular thighs, her eyes locking with his for a moment before she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the length of his massive cock.

Captivated, Sue rose from the bed, the sheet slipping from her body and pooling behind her. She stepped toward the shimmering globe, her eyes locked on the erotic tableau unfolding before her. She gasped as her bare feet touched the cool stone floor, a cold shiver running up her spine.

Blastaar grunted, his hips bucking slightly, and Sue could see the girl's lips stretch wide as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She sucked gently, her cheeks hollowing, and Blastaar's hand came up to tangle in her hair, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down on his shaft. Another girl joined her, her tongue lapping at Blastaar's heavy balls, making him groan.

The sight of the girls' submission sent a jolt of arousal through Sue, a potent sliver of envy worming its way into her psyche. She scoffed — "that savage bastard," she hissed — and tore herself away from the vulgar orb, only to find her eyes drawn back to it. She couldn't look away, transfixed by the primal display of power and pleasure that played out in front of her.

Blastaar groaned louder as the emerald-skinned girl's head bobbed up and down, her lips stretched wide around his thick shaft, taking him deep into her throat. The other girl worked his heavy balls, her tongue lapping at them, her fingers stroking the sensitive skin behind them.

His growls rumbled in Sue's ears, and she squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease the yearning in her pussy. But it only made it worse, and her fingers moved on their own down her body, tracing the curve of her breast, the indent of her waist, until they reached the edge of her thong. She hesitated, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short gasps.

She shouldn't do this. She shouldn't give in, not again. Not after Blastaar had already taken so much from her. But her body refused to listen to reason. She hooked her fingers under the tiny G-string and pulled it aside, slipping easily beneath her plump, slick folds, soaked in pussy juice. She found her clit thrumming and swollen, and she circled it, her hips arching into her own touch. It was almost too much, her body still sensitive from Blastaar’s earlier conquest. Her knees weak, she stumbled forward against the orb, her tits pillowing against its cool, smooth surface.

That's when she noticed it. Blastaar, his cock buried deep in his **** girl's throat, was staring right into her eyes, a pompous, knowing grin etched into his face.

Sue's eyes went wide with horror, a flush creeping into her cheeks. She tried to pull her hand from her pussy, but again, her traitorous body refused to obey, her fingers still frantically working away at her clit.

"Y-you can see me," she whispered between moans, her voice barely audible. Blastaar's grin only grew wider, and he placed his hand on the back of the emerald-skinned girl's head, pushing her down further onto his cock. Sue watched, awestruck and aroused, as the girl gagged, taking Blastaar's monstrous cock even deeper, her nose pressing against his abdomen.

His stare never left Sue's, eyes burning with raw, possessive greed. Sue tried to look away, to break the connection, but she was ensnared, caught in Blastaar's depraved trap. He removed his hand from the girl's head, allowing her to come up for air, her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum. The girl gasped for a moment, her eyes watering, before she dove back in, working in concert with her fellow concubine to pleasure Blastaar's thick, dark cock with their lips and tongues.

The erotic spectacle of the tandem blowjob momentarily drew Sue's attention away from Blastaar's gaze. She licked her lips, her body tingling as she watched the alien beauties worshipping their master's massive manhood. The wet, passionate sounds of their oral servitude filled Sue's ears, intensifying the yearning between her thighs.

Curious jealousy stabbed at her, and she closed her eyes, picturing herself in their place, on her knees before him, her mouth on his cock, his hands in her hair. She finger-fucked herself with abandon, her gasps matching the servant girls' rhythmic slurping on Blastaar's behemoth member. Her wet, exposed folds grew even slicker around her thrusting fingers, hugging the gusset of her thong. Even in the cool night, Sue's skin glistened with perspiration, her bare flesh shimmering with desire as beads of sweat formed in the heat of her arousal.

She was a sloppy mess, a fucking slut, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed — but in that moment, she didn't care. Her fingers were relentless, a blur of motion against her clit, slick with her own juices and Blastaar’s lingering cum. Every gasp she bit back sent a jolt down to her cunt, her hips bucking against nothing.

Her eyes fluttered open, turning back to Blastaar. His eyes bored into hers, commanding her obedience. Sneering, he beckoned her with an arrogant curl of his finger. Sue huffed, but her cunt quivered at the imperious gesture. She was so urgently close to cumming, her body aching for release, ready to explode. But before she could reach the precipice, the orb suddenly went dark, and the racy spectacle vanished as quickly as it had appeared, bathing the room in sudden silence.

"No!" she heard herself gasp, her voice sounding needy even to her own ears. Sue's body crumpled against the large crystal orb, her legs giving out beneath her. She yanked her hand away from her pussy and ran her sex-slicked fingers over the orb's smooth surface, leaving a glistening trail. "Fuck," she muttered, her heart hammering through her chest, her body begging for release.

She cursed Blastaar in her mind, but her thoughts were a tangle: Was she furious because he plunged her into this waking nightmare, or because he'd drawn her into his debauchery, only to vanish before she could cum? But before she could sort through her chaotic emotions, the stillness was broken by a deep, resonant clank from the heavy, wooden door.

Startled and still reeling from her unfulfilled orgasm, Sue tiptoed toward the door, her pulse racing. She pressed her ear against the cool wood, listening intently, and heard nothing. Unspent desire still simmering beneath her skin, she grasped the cold iron handle and, with a shiver, pushed the door open.

Barefoot and still mostly naked, Sue stepped cautiously into the dimly lit hallway. The stone floor of the corridor felt even colder against her soles, chilling her body, but she barely noticed. Her thoughts were still clouded by the maddening need that hadn’t been satisfied — by the ache in her core that seemed to burn with every breath.

The hall was eerily quiet, save for the soft hum of glowing crystals lining the walls. Sue's chest tightened as she crept along, every step driven by the insistent, unquenched craving stirring between her supple thighs. The silence heightened her senses, and as she rounded a corner, she was startled by a faint noise: a moan, low and sultry, echoing through the passageway.

The moan was soon followed by another, then a slurp, then a deep, guttural grunt. The unmistakable sounds of sex — wet, slick, ****. The sounds of bodies in a frenzy, of pleasure, raw and uninhibited. Soft at first, the sounds grew louder with each step Sue took. Soon, they echoed off the walls, vibrating through the floor and up her legs. She was drawn to them, helpless to ignore the perverse call.

Finally, she spotted the source of the shameless chorus. The door to the chamber was wide open, and Sue's pussy clenched as her eyes were greeted once again by the lurid view of Blastaar's concubines kneeling before him, their lips working in unison on his thick cock. Entranced, Sue watched them from the hallway, a twinge of jealousy piercing her heart. Every instinct told her to turn around, to leave. But she was already too far gone. She hated the way it made her feel — hated how her body responded, how it wanted to respond, but the more she resisted, the more intense the pull became. The rhythm of the girls’ movements, the way their mouths and bodies worshipped him… it was intoxicating.

Her feet moved forward, her body swaying with each step. As soon as she crossed the threshold and entered the chamber, the scent hit her: a musky, sweet aroma of sex and sweat, of pussy juice and cum. It was overwhelming, and Sue's breath caught in her throat as her eyes widened, drinking in the decadent sight before her.

Blastaar smiled as she entered, placing his hands on the concubines' heads. Their emerald skin contrasted sharply with his dark complexion, their lips and tongues lavishing attention on every inch of his enormous, pulsing dick. Again, his eyes locked onto hers with a knowing glint.

"Well, well, Susan Richards," he rumbled. "It seems you've found us."