One of the panels from the spiked, padded walls rotated to reveal Malice’s first victim. Susan looked on in horror at what had become of the mighty Ben Grimm, and he wasn’t alone.
There on the platform seemingly frozen forever as a statue was The Thing laying down while Alicia Masters impaled herself on his huge cock. Susan, knowing Malice’s wicked sense of humor and interest in all things erotic, knew instantly that this was in fact the loving pair and not some perverse statue. Malice noticed Susan looking on in utter defeat at what had become of the loving couple and grinned sinisterly.
“I haven’t yet decided where I am going to place my newest art piece within my lair,” Malice husked, feeling up Susan’s bruised breasts. This caused Susan to groan out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, “Now, let’s see what’s behind door number two, shall we?”
Susan took one last look at Ben and Alicia, and wondered if they were still conscious now frozen forever as living statues or if they were truly gone for good?
“Her attention was soon drawn to a new platform that revealed Johnny fucking a woman who wore seven-inch spiked heeled thigh-high latex boots, black latex opera gloves and her head was bound tightly by a black latex mask that obscured her identity. The rest of her oil-covered form was on display display. The Human Torch, meanwhile, had a metal collar secured tightly around his neck that was attached to a chain mounted to an o-ring on the floor that limited his movements. He also had a ball-gag lodged within his mouth. Susan tried to look away at the disturbing sight of her brother fucking this woman, but Malice darted over quickly and took her place directly behind her heroic double. She wrapped the whip around the Invisible Woman’s neck and forced Susan to look straight ahead.
“Keep your eyes open and don’t you dare look away,” Malice ordered, tightening the whip, “Or else I will be forced to make things most uncomfortable for our dear Johnny.”
Susan, not wanting any harm to come to Johnny, continued to look on. It disgusted her to watch her own brother continue to thrust with all of his might into the latex-clad slut beneath him. Both the woman and Johnny moaned and groaned in their rutting, the sounds being obscured by the mask and the ball-gag. Finally, Johnny roared out through the obstruction in his mouth and came hard inside the oil-slicked slut beneath him, triggering her own orgasm. Both lovers road their swelling climaxes to their crescendo until Johnny collapsed under the unknown girl. Susan was transfixed by the display, something that wasn’t lost on Malice. The crazed dominatrix gazed over at Susan, who was breathing heavier and heavier as she dangled down from her own chains holding her up above her head. Both women watched as the latex-clad woman slowly peeled herself away from Johnny and rose to her feet. She then teetered towards the edge of the platform until she vanished into the thin air.
“Johnny!” Susan gasped. She had never seen her brother this way. He laid on the cold tiled ground and appeared half-conscious. Then, without warning the sound of more high-heeled boots clicking away on the tiled floor could be heard, and Susan saw another latex-clad slut that was dressed exactly the same as the one who had just been fucked senseless by Johnny became visible as she entered the raised platform where the Human Torch rested. He looked up at her and watched her assume the position underneath him. Johnny reluctantly pulled himself up and began fucking the new slut.
“Insatiable, is’t he?” Malice whispered into Susan’s ear.
Susan turned her head and looked defiantly at Malice, “You’re making him do this.”
“I’m only letting your pathetic little team engage in their most basic desires,” Malice hissed, “Ben and Alicia together forever! Johnny will fuck an endless supply of my sluts for the rest of his life. And don’t act so innocent, dearie! You are so repressed, I bet you enjoy watching your brother fuck my girls.”
“No,” Susan gasped.
“Liar!” Malice hissed, and tightened the whip around Susan’s neck to the point that it was choking the bound woman. The evil villainess eventually relented and let Susan go, but she still remained pressed up against her doppleganger from behind, “Listen to me, Susan! You can lie to anyone else, but not to me! I know all your deepest, darkest secrets. I know you have fantasized about your sweet baby brother and imagined him fucking all those starlets and bimbos. Secretly, you wish he was fucking you! Don’t deny it.”
“No…” Susan repeated, but suddenly, her body was responding to watching her own brother fuck the oil-slicked whore beneath him. Disgust turned to burning desire and she found herself being drawn to the image of her own brother furiously fucking the bucking slut beneath him. A part of her tried to resist, but it seemed as if Malice’s influence over her was growing and she parted her lips, groaning softly in desire at what she was watching. A part of her wished she could be the latex-bound slut taking the full force of Johnny’s hard cock as they both drowned in one another’s carnal delights. The idea was so utterly wicked and perverse, and Susan grinned in debauched delight. Even when Malice reached her gloved hands around Susan and began to knead and massage the heroine’s slick, oil-drenched breasts Susan never looked away. She just exhaled out at the wicked sensations running through her hot little body.
“No, no, no, no, no, no!” came the same feminine voice from before. Both Susan and Malice once more looked around for its source, “This won’t do! No, not one bit! This is all mad, and we don’t want to be amongst mad people!”
“Who the fuck keeps talking?” Malice demanded.
The voice telling Susan that they ‘don’t want to be amongst mad people’ echoed in Susan’s head and she recalled dimly that she had been mad at Johnny. The girl-crazy, irresponsible jerk...
“Where is Reed?” Susan asked. The World’s Smartest Man would certainly find some way to free them all from their current predicaments.
“Fine,” Malice said, rolling her eyes. She kept looking around for where the voice was coming from. If she ever caught it, she would make quick work in snuffing it out for good. The third platform rotated out and Malice said distractingly, “Behold. Now, I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
With that, Malice marched away to find the source of the voice.
The final platform revolved around, and Sue’s heart immediately sank. Reed had been stretched out wide on a large X-frame. Malice had chosen not to bind him with chains or cuffs, but rather she had tied his wrists and ankles in various knots around the frame, using Mr. Fantastic’s stretching ability against him. It was a strange sight, to be certain, but it got even weirder. Somehow, Reed had managed to set up a whiteboard in front of him and he had his neck stretched out and the back end of the marker inside his mouth held tightly by his teeth. He was trying his best to write on the surface, furiously scribbling various equations and notes to himself. This rang a bell inside Sue’s mind. It was as if she had seen him writing on this board before.
“Reed!” Susan yelled, drawing her husband’s attention away from his work.
“Oh, hullo dere, Shhhushhhan,” Reed said, trying his best to speak and not drop the marker. He then looked over at her and saw that she was practically naked with her arms bound high above her head. His eyes fell in disappointment, “I shhhee Malishe got you too. Dat eliminashhh dis pwan.”
The marker lodged in Reed’s mouth made him sound like an utter fool, and Susan could only watch as Reed crossed out a large portion on the board that had been filled with notes and equations. As he ran the straight line down on its diagonal path, the Fantastic Four leader accidentally dropped the marker from his mouth.
“Not again,” Reed moaned, shaking his head and extended his neck down to the floor to pick up the marker with his mouth.
“Reed, listen to me,” Susan said, her voice was low and urgent, “Malice has left but she will be back at any second. Look around the room. All these pointy torture devices. There must be something in here that can free me.”
“Now, now, Susan, formulating a winning strategy takes time. It takes time and a marker so I may work out every single possible path to victory,” Reed said, before he grabbed the marker with his teeth, “You will shee.” He said, his voice once more muffled by the obstruction in his mouth.
Susan’s heart sank. She looked on at her teammates. One was locked away forever in a cold, rocky shell with his girlfriend, the next would fuck Malice’s latex-bound sluts for the rest of his life and the supposed leader of this outfit was too distracted with his equations to find a practical way to save her. Susan wanted to scream she was so frustrated and fed up with these helpless fools!
She looked up at the chains holding her place and pulled on them once more. She tried to use her powers but they just wouldn’t work in Malice’s domain. Susan looked down and sighed out in utter frustration. How would she ever be saved?