Chapter 24
Dazed and confused, Sue felt herself carried on Allamordo’s shoulder through the rooms of his condo, seeing nothing more than wood floors and carpets and area rugs as she was conveyed from room to room. Well, not nothing else, there were also the occasional dripping bright purple strings from her body from the nanobot glue plastered to her costume. She felt damp and dirty and very weak in this debilitating gunk. She forgot why.
Throughout the journey through his vast apartment, Dante was softly singing “The Girl from Ipanema” while ferrying her like some stunned game bird to his larder. Except it was his training room that was the destination and he’d switched out the lyrics of the old song.
“Tall and blonde and awfully stupid, the girl fantastic came gently stalking. And when she loses each time she loses… goes ‘Nooo!” Changing verses Dante finished up with a flourish, “But each time when she tries to beat me…she just fails oh so completely!” He chuckles even as Sue’s head bumps none to gently against a very thick soundproofed door that swings away once it’s opened.
“We’re back to the site of your greatest failure, Subject Sue: my delightful training room. This session will not be as easy as those in the past. This will be strenuous to say the least.”
Leaning to his good side, Dante lets go his grip on Sue’s waist and her body slides off the man’s shoulder and flops down on the hard, white tile with a resonant thump of her inert soft weight.
“…ooohhhhhh…” Her moan is thick with bewilderment.
I’m back…in this room. Why am I here? I can’t be here again…how’d I let this…happen?
Sue has no answers. All she has is sudden agony as her hair is grabbed and she’s pulled on her side along the surface of the tile floor. She yelps from the pain searing within the very roots of her tresses embedded in her skull even as the speed of her slide across the smooth white plain increases exponentially. Sue is still too disoriented to think about braking her forward motion in any way. She feels herself as little more than dead weight in brain and body alike. At this point her path carves a curve across the floor and at some fulcrum of speed and strength she feels herself flung hard away, the hair released, the lack of friction on the smooth tile enabled by the slimy aspect of her doused costume. Then a dawning awareness fills Sue with icy fear.
OHH…NO…IMPACT!
It happens and it happens cruelly. Sue’s upper back hits hard concrete and then her lower back whiplashes against it with a thunk that sends a world of bursting stars and bright blue dots into her field of vision. Her left ankle hits wall next and that brings a sharp brightness all its own along with a shriek. Sue feels herself bounce forward, rolling face first with her arms akimbo with a flood of nausea surging through her very existence. She lies there forcing herself not to puke. It’s her entire world just now. Forcing away the nausea, shutting down the pain.
There’s a voice from far away. It’s muffled. All she hears is Dante’s condescending tone and two words: “Shoulder” and “Deserve!” And then Sue passes out.
“Well, I was hoping for much more fun than just one hard high-speed spin into a concrete soundproofing wall. You call yourself a superheroine? By what fucking standard, lady?”
Dante walks over and glares down at the limp figure sprawled out on the floor at his feet. “You’re pathetic, Invisible Woman. Thinking you could best me! Me, with all my planning, my resources and my psychological profiling skills. You never had a chance, cunt!”
The shallow breathing, the soft curves of the rounded butt in that form-fitting costume, the awkward sprawl of a defeated foe laid out before him whom he’s already fucked and abused in countless ways gets Dante rock hard as he enjoys immensely the tableau before him.
“Well, all my delightful plans for punishing this lamentable bitch will have to be put on hold for now. She’s clearly fighting above her weight class. But that’s why I get paid the big bucks! No super hero is in my weight class once I put them through my analysis. But enough of that, let’s get you out of that silly costume and onto my table for the next stage of your humiliation, training and total mental control.”
Sue wakes up some unknown time later, slowly creeping her way reluctantly toward consciousness. The pain in her body and head make her think twice about crossing the threshold into full awareness. Maybe she should just sink back into the blackness of her dreamless state. Maybe she doesn’t want to know what she’s facing. Maybe she’s just facing too much to bear!
Sue opens her eyes. She makes that choice. She’s a hero, right? No choice, right? Greater good, right? Habit, right? Right! Also, she feels cold.
She’s on her back on a table under a large rectangular fluorescent light fixture way overhead that throws out very little heat even as it shines down on her…nearly naked form? She’s been stripped down to her champagne-colored matching silk bra and panties. They are damp and cool against her skin, purplish glints gleaming off the golden-brown fabric. She sees the soft bulge of her blonde bush clearly through the panties.
She’s not bound in any way so she instinctively brings her hands up to cover her ample cleavage and the cleft of her panties. The goo must have slipped past the belt and down inside her costume because the panties feel slightly slick. Even her bra had somehow been second-hand slimed. Maybe down her collar from her doused hair? Sue sits up quickly, her breasts sagging in the slippery bra, her nipples showing clearly through the damp fabric. She swings her legs off the table rapidly preparing to leap into action. That is a mistake!
“Ooohhhhh!” Sue swoons badly, her thighs spreading wide in a lurching attempt at centering her balance before she holds herself frozen in place with her hands gripping the edge of the steel table and trying not to fall forward onto the floor. Her head hangs low on her shoulders as she burps out a gaseous bubble of bile.
“Wow, not very heroic there, Sue.”
The sickened beauty looks out from under her barely lifted brow through limp strands of blonde hair glazed with pale purple goo and sees Dante Allamordo sitting face forward on a steel folding chair that’s turned around. His legs straddle the chair seat, his crossed elbows rest on the chair back.
“Bite me, loser,” Sue snaps angrily.
“Susan, Susan, Susan. Have you learned nothing from all our hours together? You know you will be severely punished for that comment. Why put yourself through that misery?”
“Maybe it just feels too good not to say it,” Sue replies coldly. She looks around the room. Everything’s pretty much the same. The leather hobby horse with its mink cuff restraints, the steel tube domination chair, the hanging hook dangling from the ceiling, the whip rack: All the greatest hits of Dante’s training dungeon all cleaned up and ready for use.
“You should realize giving in to such foolish impulses hasn’t worked out for you yet. I’m disappointed that you are this slow to learn, Subject. Clearly, I have to bear down on my training methods.”
Sue’s jaw twitches and her pupils dilate at this but she speaks up anyway. “It’s called heroism, strength of character, spirit or any other of a wide range of traits that you have no clue about, you pretentious ass!”
“You’re lecturing me about strength of character while you sit there with your glazed cunt on full display through those nearly transparent camel toe panties, hero? That’s rich!”
Sue looks down to see the truth of his statement and snaps her legs closed but his point scores and she averts her eyes momentarily in disgust at the humiliation he’s heaped on her over the last few days.
“I’ll tell you what, Subject. I will overlook your insolence if you remove your bra and shake your titties at me.”
“Never going to happen, Allamordo.”
“Never. Hah! You are so wrong about that. You must recall how persuasive I can be, Subject Sue.”
The blonde heroine has been stalling in order to recharge her strength, to ready her powers for a focused attack on this madman. She’s ready now!
Sue launches herself off the table with both arms flexing hard, her mind focused. Landing two feet away from the table, she aims her palm at the tall blonde Italian just rising from the folding chair and blasts him with her invisible shield. The shield cone she sends out is a weak and pathetic thing. No better than the rush of air from a hand-held battery-powered fan you’d buy at some cheap flea market stall. Dante smiles and un-straddles from the chair, walking forward with a head shake of pity as Sue recoils a step from his advance. Her fear and frustration on her face show clearly.
“It was an interesting test of calibration, Subject Sue. I had to arrange it so you didn’t feel the absence of your full powers while still damping them down to the pitiful level you just ridiculously displayed. I think I did admirably, don’t you?”
“…h..how…” is all Sue can say.
“It required a profoundly careful calculation of just the right amount of those miniaturized nanobots in the goo that I so patiently smeared all over those impressive jugs of yours and down inside the petal-soft folds of your lovely super snatch.”
“…you…fondled me…groped me…while I was out…?...”
“Most assuredly! It took patience and dedication to manipulate those marvelous melons of yours just so. Not to mention fingering your twat at just the perfect depth but one does what one has to for one’s science, right?”
“You are one sick fuck,” Sue growled.
“Me? I’m not the one who was moaning and writhing with pleasure like some randy slut while I felt you up! Do you sound like that when Reed is doing you? Bet that gets him stretching out all over, huh?”
Sue needed to bash that arrogant smirk off the bastard’s face. All reason fled her. She might not have her invisible powers but she was well-trained in many martial arts disciplines. Dante might be in decent shape and had several inches on her but she was skilled, had righteous anger on her side and didn’t think he’d expect her to attack. She figured he’d expect her to wilt like some pitiful waif.
Fuck that noise!!
Sue charged forward and when her adversary immediately shifted to a sideways posture to present a smaller target, she went low, going for a leg sweep. He almost hopped over her long luscious bare leg but she was too fast. No superpowers but still a daunting fighter, she took him down hard on his back. Her elbow strike to his gut drove all the breath out of Allamordo and had his eyes bulging. He even arched his neck back and banged his head on the hard tile floor. Sue pressed her attack, hopping up and straddling his waist, her knees spread to the side as she pummeled his face with her fists. Left and right she delivered blows to his face, knocking it side to side until the man’s eyes glazed into near unconscious shock. His hands reached up to protect himself but Sue easily knocked them aside and delivered more punishing strikes to either cheek in turn.
“OWW! No more! Don’t! Please! Stop!” Dante pleas were cut short when Sue’s right fist landed a good shot to his mouth, spraying a string of blood from his cut lip.
“Stopping is not on the menu, dirtbag!” Sue leaned forward and gripped his throat, squeezing her hands together with a malicious madness she was unable to rein in. Her fingers pressed in, dimpling the skin of his throat as his face bloomed a tomato red.
“Ghhrrggkk!!” His right hand went to her wrist, desperately trying to pry it off. His left hand went to her inner thigh, trying to shove her up and away from him. She leaned in and bared down on him, her ample breasts bobbing inches away in her slippery, clinging bra, the nipple nubs showing prominently against the silky material.
“…geht…toffff!!” Dante rasped. His hand shifted even as Sue watched his face go from a rich tomato color to pale eggplant. She was over the edge of fanatical anger, a righteous wrath that was well deserved for all the man had visited on her. She hesitated with this inner knowledge of a boundary transgressed, her tight thighs relaxing just slightly enough for Dante to wedge his hand deeper between her legs. His eyelids began to flicker even as his quivering fingers twitched and tried to stretch longer, just enough to…
REACHED IT!
The tiny button on his belt buckle was jabbed inward and the light show of bright blue lightning between Sue’s legs flooded her thighs with an unearthly glow. Sue’s hips jerked and bucked in helpless spasms. Her hands clutched Dante’s neck with a rigor of defenseless muscle tension that he had to break with one hard upward jamming thrust with his forearm. The movement knocked the blonde heroine off his waist and sent her sprawling in twitching helplessness on the tile nearby. Dante gasped hard, swallowing precious air in huge gulping draws. His face drained from purple to red to a wan pale fleshy white. Both figures groaned and moaned in pitiful weakness, lying on the floor trying to recapture enough sensibility to gain an advantage. It is a race but neither person seems up to the challenge right at the moment.