Susan falls asleep... and has a revelation...

Gorgmoth watched and smiled as Susan's eyes closed and a look of bliss crossed her face. She stood there wobbling for a few moments before collapsing on the floor in a deep slumber. He took the opportunity to lick his prize from head to toe, before ordering two slaves to 'get her ready for what was to come'.

Susan's dreams were a wild combination of colors, faces, feelings, emotions. She found herself in her old Fantastic Four uniform, snug and comfy, but the pride she once felt at wearing it seemed gone. Indeed, all of her old attachments of love she once had -her husband, and former flings and love interests, her friends and family- and even the attachments of duty, or hate towards enemies and all those feelings in-between seemed to dull, and fade into nothing. It wasn’t that she was forgetting about them, as much as they were fading back into being some kind of dull and boring melancholy.

At least at first.

As the dream went on these figures began hounding her. Pressing on continuously, trying to run her down in her own dreamscape, shouting and grabbing. Demanding her attention, demanding her passions good or bad, but demanding all the same that she once again SUBMIT to them, to be the person they wanted -needed- her to be in order exist.

Susan ran, screaming.

The faces of her pasts appeared before her, screaming and shrieking – wails of sadness, imploring her, begging her to remember them, remember who she was. But as she continued running these faces turned evil, and hideous, and angry- some, like old enemies were always that way. But others, Like Reed... it was heartbreaking to see him as this monster, and she ran. Ran though her dreams and memories now casting off her old life. Stripping herself of her uniform, telling her tormentors to leave and never return.

But still they chased her.

Finally, in her dream, naked and panting -on the verge of collapsing and being over taken by her pursuers she game to a lake. On a small island in the center of that lake sat Gorgmoth the Frog-Lord, king and high general of the southland Frog tribe.

In one hand held a scepter, and in the other a collar. But he sat, looking at her, saying nothing yet.

He wasn't chasing her, demanding her to conform to the ideas, the image, the duties and expectation of the old Susan Richards, or Susan Storm. He was different. He was a new way, a different path to go down.

The sound of her tormentors grew louder. They were catching up.

Susan threw herself onto her knees, arms stretched out and bowed to the ground.

“Please Gorgmoth. Pease my lord. Save me! Save me from these monsters!”

The Frog Lord looked at her.

“But am I not a monster, too?” he said.

“No. I know what you want from me. I know why you desire me. I know what my destiny is to be, and it is not with the people of my past. I see them as they monsters they are...and I see you for the simple truths, the primal, natural way embedded in us all... and is now awakened in me.” Susan was crying now, her arms out stretched.

“I am...unconvinced” Gorgmoth responded, his croaking voice deep and bellowing.

But Susan felt the heat, pressure and torment of her former life directly behind her now, and shouted:

“TAKE ME! Take me then, Frog King! I will be yours to do with as you please, be it misery or pleasure, but save me! Save me from this forsaken past and build me a future! I will do anything you desire, but make it stop!”

With that The Frog-Lord stood up. He first held out the hand with the collar, and it appeared by magic around her neck. A beautiful, golden thing.

And when he raised his sceptered hand a tidal wave rose from the lake, sweeping onto shore as the unstoppable **** of nature that it was, sweeping away everything save for Gorgmoth himself. It swept away Reed, Johnny, Ben – it swept away all the heroes and villains, friends, family and enemies she had ever known. Swept away her former duties and loves and interests, and these all made way to a new beginning, a new birth.

But caught up in the wave she felt like she was drowning, chocking, under the water struggling to get free...

Susan woke up with a start. She was in a small stone lined pool. There were some human **** girl attendants by her side, lifting her out of the water, and on the opposite end above the pool on a throne sat the Frog-Lord.

Susan, weak and wobbly got to her feet, and wadded through the waist high water as best she could, throwing herself on her knees, and grabbing Gorgmoth's knees.

“I understand now. I understand so much now.” She said while panting, still shocked by her dreams and revelations.

“Then you accept your place as my ****? To do with as a please? To fuck you, and breed you as I desire?”

“Of course my lord- I am yours. I will do anything you desire.”

Gorgmoth laughed, filling the chamber.

“Excellent!” he croaked. “I have some ideas on where to begin...”