The images flooding Sue’s mind were scenes of carnal debauchery that would normally have shocked and disgusted her, but her mind was being reshaped. Her previously rigid sense of morality was crumbling under the onslaught of the mind control device.
It was if a sensual voice were whispering in her ear, telling her that there was nothing wrong with cheating on her husband with any man that took her fancy. Women too, for that matter. She had always been such a prude! It was time for that to change. The most important thing was pleasure, and dirty, forbidden sexual pleasure was the best of all. She squirmed in the chair and smiled under the helmet as her mind accepted this basic truth.
In her mind she now saw herself, no longer in her guise as Suzanne, but as Susan Storm. Her golden blonde hair had returned, but other than that, she looked very different from her old self. Her beautiful body was now adorned with several tattoos. Both arms bore swirling serpentine shapes coiling around barbed wire and thorn bushes. Across her shoulders and back was a depiction of the Fallen Angel, with wings spread over her shoulders and its pointed tail coiling down her back, where it terminated at the cleft of her exquisite ass. Above her shaved pussy was a pentagram with a red Devil’s head at the centre, its lolling forked tongue poised just above her clit.
She was pierced too. She now had a silver stud on either side of her perfect nose, silver rings in each eyebrow and four studs in each ear. Her erect nipples sported two sliver spikes each like tiny devil’s horns. Her now shaved pussy had a stud in the clit. Her tongue had not one but two silver studs. She knew this because she watched that tongue lapping eagerly at the huge hard cock of the biker who stood before her.
The biker held down a hand to her face, and she saw a small pill in his palm. A drug of some sort. Ecstasy, perhaps? Sue felt a shiver of excitement as she watched her new slutty self smile wickedly and then take the capsule on her tongue and swallow it. Again, this was something that would have reviled the old Sue Storm, but her new amoral outlook had no problem with the notion of taking drugs. They brought pleasure, didn’t they? And pleasure was her whole world now. She watched in lustful awe as her new self smiled up at the biker again with a look of seductive glee, and then wolfed his cock down to the root.
Then the scene shifted, and now she saw her new self on all fours before Doom, as he fucked her from behind with hard powerful strokes. He still wore his armor but a small panel at his crotch was open, and his rigid cock stood proud and hard. She could see that like the rest of his body, his cock was horribly scarred and the sight of it pumping in and out of her own perfect pussy should have revolted her, but it had the opposite effect. She could see the rest of the Fantastic Four nearby, each restrained by a device similar to the one she knew her real self was strapped into. Each of them watched on with helpless horror as they saw her being pounded by their hated enemy, and clearly loving every minute of it...
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The real Doom stood by the heroine, watching with satisfaction as the new programming took root. The metal helmet that completely encased Sue’s head gave no indication of what was happening beneath, but the sensual writhing of her exquisite body told him that she was accepting the reconditioning without too much trouble, confirming what he’d come to believe – that beneath her respectable exterior, there was a wanton slut just waiting to come forth. He didn’t know exactly what images the machine was causing to be dredged up from her subconscious, but they were clearly causing her immense pleasure and arousal. A few more minutes of this and she would be changed forever, and then he could go to the next step:
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