Sue uses Doom to her advantage

Arcade had built this doombot with amazing accuracy right down to his arrogance. Sue wondered if she could take advantage of that. The real Doom would never tolerate being a subordinate of someone else. She wondered if Arcade had taken this into account when building this bot or if he stayed true to the real man’s true nature.

“Hold on, Doombot,” Sue said, ignoring the artificial monarch’s hand. “How am I supposed to fall for you when you’re not even close to the real Victor Doom?”

“Blasphemy!” the simulacrum declared. “I am every bit the equivalent of the real Latverian King, if not more, due to my superior build! If you need proof, then my suit can perform a self diagnostic and report how physically capable this Doom really is!”

“I wasn’t talking physically,” Sue countered. “I meant that the real Doom would never be someone else’s lapdog! You’re a tool for Arcade!”

“Such wretched accusations!” Doom scoffed. “Doom works for no man!”

“Is that so?” Sue replied, sitting up on the floor. “Why don’t you run that self diagnostic and do a search for mind altering nanobots in your system, ones that are set up to be injected into others through intercourse!”

“Very well, wife of Richards! We shall see…” Doom still stood over her, quite capable of stopping her if she were to take the opportunity to run. A moment later, he stirred with a low growl. “That cretinous lech!” he glowered. “Doom shall have his head for attempting to commit such reprehensible acts using this image!”

He balled his gauntlet into a fist and a flash of electricity sparked around him. “Doom has been cleansed,” he declared with small wafts of smoke emanating from his suit. “Next, Doom shall have his ****!”

“Wait…” Sue interrupted.

Doom paused and turned to the naked blonde. “What is it?”

As confident as this Doom was that he could exact **** on his creator, Susan highly suspected that the gamemaster had fail-safes in place for just such an occasion. Arcade wasn’t an idiot and probably had a contingency against robot uprisings. Sue didn’t want to risk it. Instead, she thought she could get Doom to enlist some more reliable reinforcements.

Sue got to her feet and walked up to the imposing Doombot. She brushed her hand along his arm and said, “Well… now that the danger of the nanobots are gone, I actually don’t see a reason why we can’t… you know…” she gave him an impish smile while biting her finger.

“Hrm…” Doom mused. His true purpose was to be a sex robot and his higher level programming betrayed him. The artificial being took Sue’s arm and graciously guided her toward the bedroom. Susan’s heart fluttered. She was going to willingly bed with her husband’s arch rival. She hasn’t had this sort of feeling since her tryst with Namor.

They entered the bedchamber where there was a giant four posted bed draped in red silk curtains against the middle of the far wall. Sue stepped over and crawled into the bed, feeling the cool silk sheets across her naked skin. It was like floating on a lake. She rested on one elbow and looked over, expectantly, at the metal man she had offered her body to.

Doom’s armor hissed and sprung open, then dropped to the floor with heavy thuds and clanks. Underneath he wore nothing underneath but tight briefs. Sue crawled over to the edge of the bed and slid the trunks down, marveling in the equipment kept underneath. She reached out and stroked it. As it grew in her hand, she wondered if it was an accurate facsimile of the true Latverian Monarch.

She was tempted to try and taste it, but reminded herself that she had a plan. “You know what would turn me on even more?” she asked Doom in a low, seductive tone.

“Go on…” the ruler sanctioned.

Sue slid back on the bed and started playing with herself. She didn’t realize how wet she already was, but leaned into it, taking her slick finger tips and licking them as she replied, “If Reed could watch you having your way with me!”

There was a gruff chuckle under the metallic mask of the manbot called Doom. “Ah… that would amuse me as well…”

Sue plunged her fingers deeper into her honeypot as she asked, “Could you do it? Could you send my husband a live feed of what we’re doing right now?”

“There isn’t even the need to question the abilities of Doom!” the Doombot replied with a wave of the hand. “Richards shall witness what transpires here and it will hang over him for the rest of his days!” Susan smiled and licked her lips. Doom stood still for a moment. “Hrm…” he mused. “There is a barrier preventing data from coming in or out. No matter, I simply need to amplify my own signal... aha, located your residence and, knowing your mate, I will transmit to all displays in the laboratory! You are now streaming live, Sue Storm!”

Sue’s body shivered. Her plan was going accordingly but she was unprepared to be broadcast live, even if it was a direct feed. In the back of her mind, she worried that the stream could get out to the public and every joe around the city, even the world, would see her laid out on the bed, completely nude and playing with herself. It actually got her juices flowing even more. She licked her lips and curled her fingers for Doom to join her.

“Then let’s start the show!” She encouraged him.

A small drone popped up from Doom’s discarded armor and it zoomed around the room before hovering in front of the masked man in the green hood.

“Behold, Reed Richards!” Doom said to the camera. “It is I, Victor Von Doom! I am about to do something that you have failed to do, time and time again! Satisfy your wife!”

The cam drone turned to Sue and she **** herself not to hide. She splayed her legs and worked her hips as she stared, lustfully, at the lens. She had to play up to the camera to lure her husband in, so she mustered up some courage for what she was about to say. “Please, Doom… my pussy is aching… fill me up with your big, hard cock!”

“Of course!” Doom replied, climbing into bed with her.

Sue moved up to the headboard and spread her legs. She wondered how soon Reed would get there. Usually he would come in the nick of time. Sue watched the Doombot crawl up closer and her mind raced. She was taking a big risk! Was Doom really projecting a live feed to Reed? Was Reed even seeing it? Would he come for her? If not, did Doom really destroy all the nanobots in his system?

Doom hovered over her, dick in hand. It pressed against her puffed up pussy and was about to push in! Sue held her breath. Now was as good a time as any for a last second save!