Sue wakes up in an unfamiliar bed

Sue awoke in a large opulent bed, her heart thumping and her skin glistening with sweat. Her body, still flushed from her earlier arousal, was a vision of sensuality. She was still nearly naked, clad in the salacious “outfit” the **** girls had dressed her in. Her pierced nipples throbbed gently; the erect buds and the metal rings dangling from them were clearly visible through the barely-there bra that struggled to contain her plump, rosy breasts. The luxurious sheets clung to her curves, accentuating her slender waist and full hips.

Time passed differently in the Negative Zone, and Sue struggled to grasp how long she’d been held captive. Hours? Days? It was a blur, her mind hazy from the events that had transpired.

Defiance coursed through her veins as her fingers traced the skimpy fabric of her costume. How dare that monster steal her away and violate her like this? She wanted to unleash her powers, bring down Blastaar's whole damn castle, but the power-dampening collar around her neck made that impossible. Seething, she thrashed against the silken sheets, letting out an echoing scream.

Yet as her skin brushed against the soft, smooth linens, something else stirred inside her. Somehow, she was still hypersensitive from the harem girls’ attentions, and the friction of the silks against her bare skin sent a jolt of unexpected pleasure coursing through her. She moaned, her body arching slightly. Her pierced nipples hardened further, and her cunt quivered, a warm ache blooming between her thighs.

Sue froze, her eyes wide with shock. What the hell was wrong with her? How could she be responding like this? She was a prisoner, for God's sake! And yet her chest was pounding with forbidden desire. The thought of succumbing to Blastaar's will, of becoming his ultimate prize, both terrified and excited her.

Sue's hands traveled down her chest, over her pierced nipples, and down her stomach, tracing the edge of her thong. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as she rubbed her thighs together, seeking relief from the growing heat between them. Her fingers dipped lower, following the G-string as it dove between her pussy lips, imagining Blastaar's rough hands on her. Losing herself, she tugged at the tiny scrap of fabric, rubbing it against her clit, gasping at the sudden, intense pleasure.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her voice ragged, her perfect, perky tits heaving with every breath. She couldn't believe she was thinking of her captor as she teased herself to the brink, but she couldn't help it. He was so big and strong and forceful, manhandling her and taking what he wanted, so unlike Reed —

“Reed!” she muttered, the thought of her husband jolting her back to reality. She snatched her hand away from her pussy, her buxom bosom heaving with both shame and need.

“Enjoying yourself?” a voice boomed from the doorway. Blastaar’s imposing figure filled the entrance, his eyes fixed on Sue.

“Why are you doing this?” she demanded, striving to maintain a steady tone. She hurried to shield herself with the luxurious sheets, remnants of her earlier arousal battling her resolve.

"Because, my dear,” he rasped. “You are a **** to be reckoned with. And I intend to unleash that power. To make you mine."

Her heart raced at the implication. She knew she should resist, fight against the magnetic pull he exerted. "I will NEVER be yours!" she burst out.

A sly smile curved Blastaar’s lips, and he strode into the room. The towering alien warlord was shirtless, and even though he was covered in gray fur, his well-defined muscles were very plain to see. His toned chest and washboard abdomen were hairless, like a gorilla’s, covered with smooth charcoal skin. He still wore the lower half of his war garb, basically nothing more than armored, skintight shorts; she never noticed before in the heat of battle, but now, Sue could clearly see the outline of his massive cock straining against the leather. A breath hitched in her throat.

Quickly closing the distance to the bed, Blastaar wrenched the sheets away from Sue’s grasp with a powerful yank. His eyes darkened with greed as he drank in the length of her nearly nude body. Sue scrambled to cover herself with her hands, but to no avail; in her current state of undress, her curves and softness were on full display for his ravenous gaze.

“You will be, my pet,” he replied. “You will learn to embrace your desires, to become my willing consort. Let me show you how thrilling it can be to embrace the shadows.”

She scoffed at him, drawing another pompous grin on Blastaar’s face. He sat on the edge of the bed, his massive frame casting a shadow over Sue. With predatory poise, he brushed a finger along the curve of her jaw.

“Tell me, Susan Richards,” he continued, leaning in slightly. “How long have you felt constrained by your family? Your bookish husband keeps you tethered. Your brother's myriad failures, always for you to clean up. Even the man of rock doesn’t see your true power. The most formidable member of the Fantastic Four, held back by the very people you protect.”

His words wrapped around her like a spell, igniting a fierce struggle within. Her pulse quickened at his words, each one striking a nerve. A flicker of resentment stirred within her. Blastaar’s taunts cut deep, unearthing doubts she had long buried. She had always played the role of caregiver, the peacekeeper, but was that all she was meant to be? She recalled when Psycho-Man had unlocked her Malice persona, a darkness that had once threatened to consume her. The seductive power she felt then still lingered in the back of her mind, and Blastaar was now bringing it back to the forefront.

“You don’t have to resist, my dear,” he said, his voice smooth and intoxicating. “Embrace yourself without fear. The freedom to explore your own passions, to be who you truly are. Imagine who you could become.”

Sue felt a thrill at his words, a dangerous excitement igniting her rebellious spirit. “Don’t you dare talk about my family!” she snapped, but the conviction in her voice faltered.

“They were nothing but shackles to you,” Blastaar rumbled, before lowering his voice to a husky whisper. “But here… no more holding back.

“Here,” he declared, “you will never be invisible.”

Sue couldn’t shake the feeling that he was speaking to a part of her she had kept hidden for too long. The promise of liberation was intoxicating. This was a side of herself she had locked away, and part of her still yearned to unleash it once more.

She hated him for making her feel this way, for forcing her to confront these unwanted emotions. But even more, she hated herself for even entertaining the thoughts he was planting in her mind. Her exposed, creamy breasts rose and fell with each long breath. Blastaar seemed to sense her inner turmoil, his eyes smoldering with triumph.

His hands found her waist with a possessive grip, and he captured her lips in a bruising, dominant kiss. She gasped, her hands flying up to push her away, but he seized them easily, pinning them above her head. His tongue **** its way into her mouth, exploring every inch, tasting her, marking her as his own.

Despite her resistance, she found herself melting into the kiss, a soft moan escaping her lips. She felt helpless beneath his powerful frame, a sensation that both terrified and thrilled her. She could feel his giant cock pressing against her stomach, hard and insistent, her pussy aching with thirst.

Blastaar felt her resolve fading, and he doubled down, sliding a hand between her legs and cupping her soaked thong. She gasped again, her hips bucking involuntarily. With another wicked grin, he slipped a thick finger under the flimsy fabric, stroking her wet slit. Her pussy lips, slick with her juices, parted easily, inviting him in. Sue whimpered, her body betraying her as it responded to his touch, and she began rolling her pelvis against his fingertip, driving him deeper inside her and grinding her clit against his palm.

Blastaar broke their forbidden kiss and laughed, his hot breath against her mouth, and slid a second finger inside her, stretching her tight cunt. Sue cried out, her pussy clenching around his digits, her body arching towards him despite her protests. He began to fuck her with his fingers, his thumb circling her clit, his rough touch sending jolts of pleasure through her. She started bouncing eagerly on his hand, her arousal mounting as the fire inside her burned hotter and brighter.

Almost as if acting on their own, her hands reached for his tented bulge. Even through his shorts, the massive erection pulsed with primal heat under her touch. Her hands greedily roamed his hardness, tracing every corded vein, every inch of his tremendous length. It was so big, so manly, so mouth-watering. Poor Reed's little dick was the only part of him that couldn't stretch, and even on his best day, this beast dwarfed Reed's —

“No!" she screamed, the thought of her husband once again snapping her out of her lust-drunk haze. She stumbled backwards, sending her sprawling on the sumptuous bedding. Her head swam, torn between the treacherous urges flooding through her and the outrage she felt at her own body's reaction. She gasped and twisted away, curling into a ball, head between her knees, arms wrapped around her trembling form.

Blastaar's brusque laughter rang throughout the room, Amused at her repressed response, he **** himself next to her on the rumpled bed, once again transgressed the imagined barrier dividing the two. A wicked smirk washed across his face.

"Taste yourself, my pet," he commanded in her ear.

Sue hesitated, her body still quaking with unspent desire, her breasts rising and falling with each panting breath. She looked up at him, staring daggers through his eyes, but Blastaar's fingers, glistening with her juices, pressed against her lips, demanding entry. She could smell her own pussy honey, a heady, intoxicating aroma that made her mouth water despite herself. With an obstinate glare, she parted her lips, allowing his fingers to slide inside. She closed her eyes, sucking them clean, her tongue swirling around the digits, tasting her own arousal.

Blastaar's growl of approval reverberated through her, vibrating down to her core. “Good girl,” he said, patting her head.

Sue turned away, spitting his fingertips out of her mouth. “You think this will break me?” she jeered. “I won’t give in to you.”

Blastaar sneered. “You cannot hide what you want from me, woman,” he barked. “You’ve taken the first step toward embracing your true self. There’s no turning back now.”

He turned and marched away, leaving her alone and reeling. The door slammed shut behind him, the sound resonating like a gunshot in the sudden silence. Even from the other side of the heavy door, Sue heard Blastaar barking orders to his **** girls. She imagined them scurrying to obey his every whim, sharing his bed, enjoying that enormous cock... and despite her defiance, a twinge of envy stirred within her.

Sue was left panting, her mind racing, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and longing. Blastaar had left, but his presence still hung heavy in the air, his words echoing in her mind. She knew she should feel relieved, but all she felt was a gnawing emptiness, a void that craved to be filled.