Alice suddenly gave Ben and Alicia a look and all the laughter in the room died down. She then leaned in and pressed her body firmly against Johnny. The former heroine hissed out, “You don’t understand, Johnny. It is soooo, soooo WONDERful to be crazy! What an absolute joy it is to abandon everything you ever knew and to embrace madness!”
When Alice uttered the phrase ‘embrace madness,’ Johnny’s mind was suddenly flooded with images of his very own sister, in a variety of erotic scenarios. She cackled with mad glee and her eyes flashed with carnal ecstacy as she fucked and was fucked by a bewildering succession of partners. Men and women rapidly tore into his sister and she howled out in delirious pleasure. He saw flashes of Sue...no, Alice...with Cheshi, Ben and Alicia and then the Mad Hatter. The thrill of seeing her cavorting wildly with anyone but her husband was intoxicating to watch. Her sister had such an amazing body, and he couldn’t get enough of seeing her use it like a whore in heat. Unknown to Johnny Storm, the Mad Hatter had implanted special subliminal conditioning deep within his mind and a with it, a deep desire to witness her cheat on her husband.
His fantasies quickly shifted. He was moving down a corridor inside an insane asylum. He passed cell after cell and could see that all of the doors had been opened. The inmates were free to do as they wished, and normally, Johnny would have expected pure chaos to erupt inside the building, or at the very least for them to attempt an escape. Instead, moans and groans of erotic pleasure could be heard all around him. His head turned from the left and to the right and he could see in each of the cells copies of his own sister fucking each of the inmates.
He moved to one of the padded cells and saw her squatting over a man in a straight-jacket whose white trousers were pulled down to his ankles. Alice rode him cowgirl style, his huge cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy as she humped him frantically. The mad-man’s head lolled back and forth and froth began to appear at his mouth. His madly staring eyes rolled back into his skull until only the bloodshot whites were visible. Alice arched her back and howled out madly and soon, they were both hit with the most intense climax. As she came wildly, the entire room filled with a white glow that consumed them all and Johnny felt himself fade away into nothingness.
A moment later, he was snapped back into another padded cell and his eyes opened with a start at the disoriented sensation of being remade. He looked around frantically and saw that this cell was bigger than the others and he was certainly not alone. There were hordes of mental patients before him scrambling to be close to...something or someone at the center of the room. It looked as if they had all torn away their straight jackets and had free access to move about as they pleased. And move they did! The lunatics were ravenous as they tried to get at whatever was at the center of the room. Some were even somehow crawling up the walls like insects and falling from the ceiling in an attempt to get close to their prize.
Johnny wanted to step forward and control the situation. It was what a hero would do, he thought valiantly to himself. However, when he attempted to stride forward he found he couldn’t move. He looked down and to his horror, he found that he was strapped to a medical gurney and that he, himself, the Human Torch, was secured tightly inside his own white straight jacket! He was like the other lunatics in the asylum, but he wasn’t insane, he thought. He tried his best to free himself by using his pure strength and when that didn’t work, he attempted to flame on in the hopes of burning the restrictive garment off of him. It was no use. He couldn’t use his powers for some reason. He gritted his teeth and continued to try to free himself, but everything he tried to do only made the straight-jacket tighten around his lean yet muscular form.
For some time all Johnny could hear was the low, masculine rumble of moans and groans of the men rutting away at whatever was at the center of the room, and Johnny’s head slumped forward in defeat. Time passed and he felt completely helpless. Then, suddenly, Johnny heard what sounded like the sweetest of music at the center of the giant padded cell. He looked up and narrowed his eyes in curiosity at who could be making this beautiful sound?
All at once, the crowd seemed to part and the captive hero was confronted with a vision directly from some hellish bedlam. Susan...no, Alice...was at the center of a cavorting, convulsing mass of howling humanity and was moaning out in higher and higher heights of wantonness. She had become the life of the frantically debauched orgy of insane perversion. He saw her on all fours, with leering, cackling, drooling maniacs pounding away at each of her holes, while countless others fought around her for the right to thrust their own painfully hard members into her delectable body. Others jerked their hard cocks spasmodically in the hopes their hot, steamy seed would land on her exquisite form. Alice herself stared around with a look of infernally deranged delight as her whole being was sexually worshipped by the salvering loons.
When the first set of madmen fell away their spent cocks slipping from her, they were quickly replaced immediately by another horse of stiff erections hell-bent on devouring each of her hungry holes. The scene seemed to twitch and speed up before Johnny’s wondrous eyes and then slow down like he was on some bizarre acid trip.
Johnny knew the overwhelming scene playing out before him was so wrong and that he should look away from his sister’s mad depravity. But then he became aware of his own painful erection that strained against his white trousers. He tried to fight it, but he couldn’t deny that the sight of Alice’s debauchery was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the carnal vision playing out in front of him.
Little did he know, that if he continued to watch would aid in shattering his already fragile sanity...