Chapter 28
“Subject Sue, strip down!” Dante knew he had to show his control fast before Minh got any ideas about reducing his fee or even negating the second half balance of it entirely.
Sue Richards looked up from her position on the floor, clinging to Dante Allamordo’s pant leg with shaking, clutching fingers. With her blue eyes brightened by tears, the once-formidable heroine blinked as she bit her lip, panicked like a frozen deer for the moment.
Just do what he tells you, Sue. Follow master’s commands and all will be fine!
The moment her training kicked in, Sue calmed down, released Dante’s leg and immediately stood up. She crossed her arms at her waist, released the miniscule tabs that held her top to her form-hugging leggings and pulled her costume top up over her head. Her breasts shimmied briefly within the royal blue cotton bra before she bent over and pushed down the leggings. She stepped out of them, leaving them clumped on the floor and promptly dropped her costume top on the leggings, Then the blonde beauty straightened up. At attention, hands at her sides, palms facing her thighs as trained, Sue awaited the next command. She would stand there as long as necessary.
I am a good heroine who obeys. Dante says I’m the best he’s ever trained! I make Dante proud!
“I need you to apologize to Mr. Jones, here, Sue,” Dante declared, less stern now that Sue was back to behaving. “You don’t want him to think that his dick doesn’t deserve to be nestled inside your butt, do you?”
“No, Dante. I’m sorry that I…”
“Not to me, bimbo! Apologize to him. Face him. Show him you’re eager to please him, yes?”
“Yes,” Sue replied as she turned around to face the older gentleman. “I apologize, Mr. Jones,” Sue declared, facing Guilford. “I would be … happy… to have you sodomize me.”
“That’s more like it!” Guilford went back to smiling like the Cheshire cat. “But what say you clean up that costume? I’m keen to bugger you in that famous uniform of yours but I don’t fancy the scent of piss while I’m at it.”
“Yes, of course, Mr. Jones,” Sue nodded demurely.
“And call me Guilford, seeing as I’m going to be balls deep between those lovely round cheeks of yours.”
“Yes, Guilford,” Sue agreed with another nod. “Shall I go over to the bar sink and wash my costume there?”
“Excellent idea,” the randy gent said with delight. “Except let’s do it together.”
“Okay.” Wearing just her royal blue bra and panties, Sue bent over at the waist and gathered up her costume in her arms only to have Guildford grab her waist and nestle his crotch into hers.
With only the layer of her cotton briefs to protect her, Invisible Woman felt the old man’s stiffy nudged into her ass crack. She stood up slowly and wiggled her butt slowly and provocatively. She felt the hardness in the man’s pants increase.
Compliance is the key to getting along with everybody.
Dante’s training had been heavily sprinkled with catch phrases to help Sue learn quickly. That one was repeated often.
As a unit, the mismatched pair made their awkward way over to the bar sink where Sue plugged the drain, squeezed out some liquid dish soap and ran both taps, creating a bubble bath for her costume. After a good six inches of water filled the bottom of the sink, Sue dropped her costume in it and then picked up the leggings, found the crotch and squirted a dollop of more dish soap on it. She began to scrub the fabric together with busy hands even as Guilford rested his chin on her shoulder and casually ground his pelvis against her shapely rear.
“What a lovely wash maid you are, Invisible Woman.” Guilford’s hands moved from holding her hips to sliding up her torso until they reached her breasts. He squeezed them gently within their cups as she continued to clean her costume. His bulge never left her butt crack, pressing her forward slightly into the counter. She pressed her rear end backward as best as she could in this awkward position, continuing to scrub the fabric of her leggings while the rest of the costume soaked in the suds.
“You have lovely soft titties for a woman your age, you know that?”
“Yes, Reed mentions that from time…” Sue stopped herself. Compliance was one thing, sharing secrets was something else. “Thank you,” she concluded abruptly.
“No, thank you, Invisible Woman. Your body was meant to give a man pleasure. And yours is doing that, I guarantee it.”
“I can tell,” Sue said with a self-conscious smile, arching her back against the old man with an obligatory thrust of her rear so the bulge in his pants was as deep into her crack as conditions allowed. Sue dropped the leggings and squished the rest of the costume in the sudsy water, making sure the entire costume would be clean of any offending scent.
After another minute of that, Sue drained out the foamy water and ran the hot and cold tap with nice warm water to rinse the costume completely. She squeezed and manipulated and held the costume under the running water until no trace of foam remained. It took a while and throughout the entire time, Guilford Jones happily held on to the shapely blonde heroine and ground against her and mauled her tits and whispered taunting promises of his sexual skill in her ear to which Sue pleasantly murmured agreement and eager anticipation, like any skilled prostitute would.
Whores do have power. You just have to let the man get a taste of what he wants and then you can be in control.
Except that second part never seemed to arrive during the training sessions. Still, Sue suspected there was some truth behind it.
Once the entire outfit was fully rinsed, Sue called over to Dante, asking where she could hang it up to dry. Dante and Minh and Rick were all quietly conversing out of earshot, going over the plans for the umpteenth time regarding tomorrow’s art heist.
“I don’t mind you getting things a bit wet, Sue. I’m guessing that Mr. Jones doesn’t either?”
“I do not,” Guilford called back, then whispered into Sue’s ear. “You’re going to look great in that wet costume of yours I’m guessing Invisible Woman. Can’t wait to see that.”
Sue merely nodded lifting the soddened mass of fabric from out of the sink and letting it drip into the steel basin for a moment. She turned her head and politely asked the gent still clinging tightly to her warm body. “I think you need to back off a bit so I can actually don the costume for you, Guilford.”
“Oh, sure, certainly,” The man grinned. “Got carried away a bit, I suppose.”
“Quite understandable. Your body is in high gear.”
“So’s yours, sweetie. Those nips of yours are poking out pretty prominently.”
Sue looked down and realized that Minh’s major domo’s constant squeezing and rubbing of her breasts had indeed worked her nipples into a highly excited state. They jutted against the dark blue cotton of her bra most noticeably.
“Guess you’re right,” she looked up, her face barely acknowledging her arousal.
Everybody loves happy nips, Subject Sue. The heroine remembered Dante’s encouraging phrasing from her many hours under his command. And smiled to be polite. “Oops,” she teased.
“Where do you want us, Dante?” The balding old fellow asked. “Bedroom?”
“No, I think you should take her here on this couch,” Dante replied with a pat of the cushion. He stood up as did Rick and moved over to the open armchairs on either side of Madame Minh and sat down. They sipped their drinks and waited as if the Dinner Show at some community theater was about to begin.
With just over two hours left to go in their home-bound flight, Reed dialed yet again on the FantastiCar’s communications link to Sue’s cell phone. And once again the call went directly to voice mail. Reed’s message was shorter than any of the dozen others he’d left.
“Sue, call me! I’m worried! It’s Reed.” He disengaged the link and scowled.
“You don’t think she knows your voice by now, Stretch?” Ben glared at the salt and pepper hair peeking over the chair in front of him.
“He’s just insecure. It’s been almost a full week away. His wife may have forgotten who he is,” Johnny said, sarcasm thick in the air.
“What would you know about relationships, Torch? You’ve burned through more of them than projectiles thrown at you by our adversaries! And with less subtlety.”
“Fuck you, Reed, you pompous ass. And I say that with only love in my heart for you.”
“He’s the one you love? No wonder you keep going through the ladies,” Thing chuckled. “You picked the wrong gender, Flame Boy!”
“At least I have a gender, Rocky!”
“This has been a fun trip,” Reed frowned deeply and went back to drumming his fingers on the wheel of the aircraft.
The Thing decided not to kill him then and there. A most generous gesture on his part.
With Guilford Jones backing off a step or two, Sue was finally able to get into her sopping wet costume. After a final squeeze of the heavy dripping leggings into the sink, she snapped them out with a jerk that had water splashing everywhere: against the polished mahogany bar cabinet, the parquet floor and even against Sue’s own legs. She gingerly stepped into the uniform pants and pulled them up her legs working them slowly up her shapely body and over the curves of her beautiful round butt.
The water sluiced off her thighs in thin rivulets as the combination of woven Kevlar and spandex material was pulled up, then smoothed down to perfection. Pulling the resistant leggings up tight with a final little jump up and a yank, Sue landed back on the wood floor with a thump and a prominent camel toe. The wet fabric outlined her sex in folded detail. Invisible Woman pulled at the cloth around her crotch, trying to minimize the effect of the wet uniform but there was little she could do. The camel toe wasn’t going away so Sue merely moved on to her top. Once again, she shook the tunic hard and splashed water in all directions before pulling it over her head and yanking on the material until it slid down her upper torso and gave the crowd a delightful view of Invisible Woman’s chest with her curves blatantly clung to by the wet material and her excited nipples accenting the beauty of her bosom.
Guilford’s eyes widened at the prize before him. And those of the remaining afficionados of the female form across the room matched his own for all their long experience. This woman was in incredible shape: thin waist, flaring hips, athletic muscular arms and legs and a face designed by angels having a good day.
“Shall we get to it,” Sue prompted with a flourish of her arm at the couch across the room.
“By all means,” Jones agreed, stepping lively before Sue, making quick progress toward the sofa.
For just a moment, Invisible Woman thought about phasing out and making a run for the front door to escape. The fight or flight instinct surged a rush of adrenaline into her body but the contemplation of pulling the covers over her head and assuming the fetal position back in bed in the Baxter Building lasted only seconds. Dante’s training had been quite explicit about the consequences of bad decisions. Sue chose the option of giving her body up to those who wanted it.
The sex will never hurt nearly as much as what will happen if you disobey, Subject Sue!
Sue quickly followed the nearly prancing Guilford over to the couch, skipping after him thanks to all the energy from the adrenaline spiking her system. In fact, she passed him on the way and gave his butt a graceful little rub to show her eager complicity with the upcoming activities.
A real heroine knows when to act and when to wait. Waiting is always best for you, Sue.
Dante had dozens of helpful little mantras to support his training. Sue had little choice but to memorize them all. They were repeated often enough, usually with negative reinforcement. Dante wasn’t a big believer in positive reinforcement. He used it only very rarely. Sue would wait. She’d take a dick up her rear and, well, just wait to see if things changed for the better. With Dante, that would be a first.
Sue stood facing the couch dripping on the rug while Guilford waited quietly off near the left armrest. Angled slightly behind her and to her left, Dante, Minh and Rick enjoyed the sexy curves of Invisible Woman’s ass. The Kevlar, spandex and wetness gave it a shine.
Behind the couch was a window wall that looked out on a magnificent New York skyline to the south. Prominent landmarks like the Empire State Building and, further south, the Freedom Tower, were lit up with colored lights in the clear black sky. Sue found it hard to fathom the fact that she was about to be cruelly abused on such a lovely evening.
Without warning, Dante loudly barked, “What a bitch!”
Sue dropped to her hands and knees immediately, the command training kicking in like a reflex. The trio in the armchairs smiled at that while the old man standing by the couch nodded and murmured, “Good, good!”
““Present Ass!” Dante commanded and Sue lowered her front torso slightly and raised her rump in the air. “You see, Madame, control has been reestablished. Invisible Woman is once again fully compliant.”
“But will that hold during the robbery, Allamordo? That’s my concern.”
“She will not face anything during the heist nearly as demanding as what she is now about to endure, will she?”
“As demanding as what, exactly?” Minh knew what was coming but she had a fondness for the dramatic on occasion and this seemed to be the perfect occasion.
“As this: Allow cornhole,” Dante said, speaking with a quiet matter-of-factness that was somehow more embarrassing to Sue than all she’d endured this long evening. Nevertheless, she quickly did as she was ordered She stretched out the leggings until the roll of fabric clung to the underside of her butt cheeks, the full moon given to the trio in the armchairs much to their delight.
Without waiting a moment longer, Guilford Jones walked from the end of the couch and positioned his hard cock right at the glory hole he’d been waiting to fill for, well, a lifetime it seemed. He prodded the tip of his prick against Sue’s wet balloon knot and, taking her hips in his palms, steadily forced his rock-hard shaft into the clenched orifice.
Feeling some resistance, Guilford uttered the required command once again, “Hey! Fucking Allow Cornhole, InvisiBitch!”
Lowering her head, Sue tried to relax her butt as best she could. She was nervous about seeming to be obstinate, worried about the possible pain levels and near panic-stricken about Dante’s possible response if Guilford back there couldn’t stay stiff enough to get into her rear.
“I’m allowing! I’m allowing,” Sue whimpered. “Maybe some lube. NOT FOR ME! I promise! Not for me. For Mr. Jones. For YOUR pleasure, sir! Honest!! Please, for him!!”
“Merde!” Minh swore in the French, a familiar language from her youth spent in Vietnam. “Work with the man, you pitiful ass virgin. Reach back and pull your cheeks open.” The whorehouse madam knew all the tricks of the trade, of course. “That will help him push through. Either you spit on your hand and lube your butthole or let him do it. Store bought lube is for amateurs!” Minh half scowled and half grinned, enjoying the heroine’s humiliation.
“I got this,” Guilford declared, leaning back a bit, spitting a generous dollop into his palm and then rubbing his dick. The remaining moisture he took from his slippery palm after that using the finger on his other hand. He smeared it all around Sue’s tight anus as she held her cheeks apart for him. That done, he leaned forward into the compliant heroine with her head pressed against the couch seat cushion, centered the head of his still stiff cock against her pale pink hole and pushed himself hard into her.
“Uuughhnn!” Sue grunted as three wide inches of hot male muscle drove inside her rear.
“Mais non, you see, you see? This always works,” Minh gestured at the famous blonde heroine impaled by her elderly assistant. “Now, forward, mon amie. Harder and deeper. But slow, yes. Make her feel every inch of you as you take her completely.”
“Uuhhmm, Minh. I’ve buggered women before. I can take it solo from here, thanks,” Guilford admonished his boss slightly. “I’ve got my own set of skills, believe you me.”
Minh’s eyes sparkled as she leaned into the view of the mated bodies before her, her tongue slightly between her teeth, her breath shortened. She caught the annoyance in Guilford’s tone and waved her hand at them, settling back now and taking a long final pull at her drink. “Yes, of course. Plow away!”
And plow he did, showing the energy of man ten years younger. Inspired by the thrill of butt-fucking one of the most famous and desirable women on the planet, Guilford Jones drove himself like a man possessed, working his pole in and out in an ever-shifting variety of pacing. He thrusted fast and hard, bumping his thighs against shimmying soft round butt cheeks over and over as Sue grunted before him, her body rocked with each forward jerk.
He also switched off to a slow dreamy rhythm of an oil well pump on the Texas plains; all the time in the world to drill, drill, drill. He varied off this theme, too, leaning in and just holding her close, unmoving with his chest against her back, her wet costume tunic soaking his shirt. He’d unzipped her top just enough to have her breasts dangling out. When they weren’t rocking back and forth in a frenzy, they were held still and quietly squeezed and mauled. At times, his palms caressed her exposed tits as she knelt beneath him with the old man merely swaying in place, his stiff heat centered in her tightly clenched rear.
Having given herself up to the inevitable ass-pounding she couldn’t avoid Sue was flabbergasted to discover herself transported to a wonderful state of bliss. Her body lit up like a pin ball machine with his tricky hands, energetic hips and even his eager murmurs of encouragement in her ear. It was the very last thing she expected. She anticipated a torturous session of pain and humiliation and it was the exact opposite.
This Jones guy is fucking good! Literally!
When Guilford switched back to his tight tit grip and quick rhythm humping, going for the gold medal so to speak, Sue lost all composure. She thrust her rear back and forth, matching his motion and momentum stroke for stroke.
So hot. He’s got me….sooo hot….
He was shockingly relentless and Sue shrieked out loud as he grunted, finishing her off with a jet of jizz deep inside her rear. The mutual sensations had shoved them both over the edge into white oblivion. They wavered there on the floor, Sue held tightly coupled to the old man, both of them wheezing and panting and sighing and moaning. Fluids dripped and drizzled everywhere, from holes, from wet crotches, from sweaty thighs and damp pants legs. Pleasure inundated the pair as they bathed together in a miasma of bliss.
Minh raised her empty glass in dry toast to Dante’s successful presentation of a completely submissive and cooperative Invisible Woman.
“Phase out, Sue,” Dante commanded, just for fun.
She did. Fully empowered and completely subjugated. Everyone could hear the famous heroine panting and moaning. They could see the splashes on the carpet and they could sense the friction and just make out the pop as Jones pulled out of the invisible woman’s butt. A thick white clot of semen appeared in mid-air and fell on the carpet.
“Phase in, Sue.”
Invisible Woman did so and them promptly slid off the couch cushion and stretched out on the floor on her back, simply staring at the ceiling, dumbfounded in a puddle of her and Jones’ liquid ecstasy…and her own absolute satisfaction. Before she went under every one heard her mumble something.
Most believed it was, “…i…never….knew…”