Chapter 4
Sue rose through the fog of consciousness with a groan. All her muscles felt as tight and drawn as a bowstring, demanding release. Her lower back and legs were knotted tight, twitching with tension. Her headache was an unpleasant addition to her overall distress. She moved to bring her hand up to massage her left temple but was brought up short with a clank of metal restraining her forearm. She opened her eyes and looked down at her arm.
The long, wide manacle circling her radius muscles between her elbow and her wrist was quite shiny and quite daunting. The thick chain connecting the manacle to the side of the chair was no less imposing, as was the matching manacle and chain on her right arm. She mumbled her resentment looking around the room. She was in some sort of medical bay it seemed.
“These people have made a big mistake taking me,” Sue murmured in growing anger, noticing the shiny matching manacles that chained both her shins to the metal sides of the soft leather recliner on which she lay.
“No, we haven’t, my dear. We know exactly what we are doing. You should relax, though, you’re in good hands here.”
The quiet voice behind her startled Sue but for some reason she didn’t feel scared. She felt calm despite being chained to this chair in this unfamiliar place. She could probably get out of…
“Oww!” The jab of the needle in her neck was the second time that day that Sue’s body had been unceremoniously attacked without warning. The hand of the voice behind her gathered a generous handful of hair while the other pressed the plunger on a syringe and fed a dose of something into Sue’s bloodstream.
Much too late, the blonde beauty attempted to draw a concentrated ball of invisible energy from the air surrounding her. All she felt however was the rustle of white silk from the woman’s blouse sleeve against the curve of her jaw. Immediately after that, Sue felt her chest grow warm beneath her Mexican blouse and a moment later her fingers twitched with a mild tickling sensation…and then her toes. Whatever they gave her acted incredibly fast.
“What have you…gibben…muh…” Sue’s body suddenly went limp, all tension gone, her head lolled lazily in the woman’s grip until she released the hair and Sue’s heavy skull dropped to the headrest of the chair with a soft thump. The rest of her body settled into the soft leather that supported her completely. Sue’s mouth sagged open slightly, dumbly slack, matching her drooping eyelids.
“A special formula of my own design, Ms. Richards,” said the stern feminine voice “Unfortunately for you, it interferes with your nervous system so there will be no impenetrable force fields coming out of you for quite a while, Invisible Woman.”
“…R..Ruh…Reed…”
Madame Minh unlocked the metal cuffs around Sue’s legs and efficiently unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her jeans with deft practiced hands. Courtesy of her years in the whorehouse catering to servicemen rich with shore leave funds, she had an easy familiarity with removing the clothes of her sex-dazed willing partners. The befuddled blonde lay on the chair unable to gather her wits as the rush of dope in her system rendered her helpless with lethargy. Minh stripped off her jeans and tossed them aside. The delighted Asian took in the sight of a very attractive Sue Richards laying there in dumb confusion wearing nothing below the waist except her pale turquoise cotton panties. Her shoes were lying on the floor next to a cabinet far behind the chair. Sighing with satisfaction, Minh reattached the shin manacles to Sue's long naked legs as she spoke.
“Reed? Oh, well, we both know he won’t be showing up anytime soon with that little assignment he and your brother and that Thing went on together. A week in the Sudan wasn’t it?”
“..wh..wha…you wand…?...”
“We’ll cover all that later, dear. For now, though, I just want you to enjoy yourself, to feel the pleasure that your own body can provide under the guidance of a female who knows her way around the human form like few others on this planet.”
“..whuh…no…nod right…”
“Hush now, Susan. It’s alright. You want me to play with you. You’ve always been curious to feel a woman’s touch. Men can be so abrupt and insensitive, for example, when it comes to the nipples. Not like this… how I can caress them like so…”
The feminine hands took both of Sue’s nipples through the soft fabric of her blouse and the silky layer of her bra, capturing the protruding nubs between the gentlest of finger holds. Madame Minh squeezed down with the lightest of teasing pinches, drawing blood to the nipples and stiffening them with arousal. Sue squirmed in her chair, huffing a gentle grunt and wondering why she felt she needed this sensation. She hadn’t ever been all that bi-curious, even when younger and in college. But now…now this exploration seemed appropriate. Why was that?
“Doesn’t that just feel delightful? Imagine how you’d feel if I kept it up for, say, ten minutes. Wouldn’t that be just heavenly, Susan?”
“..whut…no….i don’t…maybe…” Sue’s chest rose slightly to meet the stimulating fingers. The nipples hardened even more.
Phase 2 had begun.