Already the gnawing hunger of withdrawal was quickly eclipsing the the ungodly hedonistic pleasures of her dreams, but Susan Storm Richards hung on to the dark pleasures like a scared child would their mother. This dream was different as it seemed to last for days and in all that time she clearly remembered the hours of dominating sex it took to break Steve as well as the days of booze, drugs, and wonderful sex with Tony that followed. She felt so deliciously wicked and although it was the bright rays of dawn that warmed her body, it was her darkest desires that warmed her soul.

As she stretched to greet the morning she noted how sweat still glistened on her soft skin and sticky love juices clung to her legs and fingers.  A look at the clock told her that it had been over 12 hours since she laid down for her nap, but there was very little rest in her invigorating visit to slumber land.  An evil chuckle escaped her soft lips as she spied her escort also rising slowly from his less than restful sleep.  Captain America's 'morning wood' stood proudly underneath his wet and stained uniform pants.  The flush on his face and sweat running down his handsome features told her the erotic nature of his dreams as well but it was the way he looked at her before turning away that confirmed that his dreams were about her. The horny vixen thought 'Oh captain, *my* captain... I am going to enjoy playing with your darker fantasies.'

It was a dark thought for the heroine; one a loving mother and wife would have been mortified of thinking but that mattered little to Sue this morning. She knew she was well into her withdrawal but surprisingly she really wasn't in any pain. No, it was the needs she felt that was overpowering.  She needed another score... Coke, heroine, Rohypnol... It didn't matter much which as long as it came soon. Hell, even though she only smoked for 3 weeks while on the street, she would kill for a cigarette right now. Yes, she hungered for the heady taste of a menthol cigarette but there was something she needed even more... And the nice hard *cock* of the Captain would be a wonderful start.

Sue snapped to with a start as she realized what truly made the difference this morning.  She hastily grabbed her robe before she got out of bed and moved to the bathroom but this last set of thoughts dominated her attention.  Certainly her dreams since returning home had all been erotic, but the non stop fuck fest of last night's dream had showed her two things. First and foremost, the drugs she craved were neither her strongest nor worse addictions. She was even more strongly addicted to sex but above that she was addicted to the rapt attention of worshiping men, the thrill of living outside the acceptable norms of her old life, and the sheer power of controlling the acts and thoughts of others sheerly through her own attractiveness and ability to dominate. The heroine looked at herself in the mirror. With the Perception Filter off, she looked far more like Starr that Susan Richards, but if she could not control her needs the person she was becoming would make Starr look like a nun!

From the door, a quick rap signaled the concern of her guardian angel as the Avenger called out "Sue, is everything alright?  You looked a bit... disconcerted... when you got up." The fallen heroine turned silently to face the closed door and stared at it for a minute, either unable or unwilling to respond. As the tension mounted, Cap's voice rang out "That's it Sue. My apologies, but in your state this door has to remain open. I'm coming in."

Sue smiled evilly as she dropped her robe to the floor and struck a seductive pose. An invisible force field shredded her clothes so that her 'rescuer' would have the best view on entry. The horny vixen answered her escort "I'm warning you once Steve... Stay to hell out!" Her body was aflame with desire as she knew that her response was like waving a red flag in a bulls face and soon he would force entry. Silly boy, he was no match for her but she would teach him that while she was living her fantasies with this Living Legend.

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As Tony approached the Baxter Building, Jarvis informed him "Sir, Captain Rogers and Mrs Richards are in her bedroom at the moment. Master Grimm is still on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier and Master Johnny appears to be sleeping in."

As he landed on the building roof, Tony asked "Thats great Jarvis, but where is Reed?"

Jarvis hesitated before he responded "Oh dear... I'm afraid you won't like this sir. It appears that Doctors Richards and Rodriguez have set up housekeeping in an apartment on the 20th floor. They are there now, Sir."

Tony hesitated as he took in this new information but after a second he responded "What? They're on the 20th floor?  What the hell are they doing there?"

Jarvis replied "Showering, it would appear, sir. However their current mode of cleaning each other seems hardly... hygienic."  Tony nearly ripped the door off as he entered the building.

After the subway incident, Gina had set up a nice apartment for herself several floors below the Fantastic Four headquarters.  This floor use to have several tenets but between the Registration Civil War, World War Hulk, and several attacks from villains ranging from the Frightful Four to Doctor Doom practically no one lived here anymore. It made the perfect love nest for her and Reed and now that the sex barrier had been broken she was finally putting it to its designed purpose.  The curvy minx squealed in delight as Reed plowed her from behind while the shower covered them in an invigorating stream of water. With Sue and Cap wide awake she could actually give her lover her full undivided attention and she was loving every second of it. Unfortunately it was someone else that disturbed her pleasure.

From outside the door she heard Roberta yelling "This is a private residence Mr. Stark.  Stand down now!" The iron covered hand that smashed the door to smithereens attested to her guests determination.

More for effect than anything else, Gina screamed as if terrified as Reed held her tight, but Iron Man was not impressed as he opened the shower door and growled "What the hell is *wrong* with you, Reed! You're wife is recovering from weeks of abuse on the streets where some prick addicted her to drugs and made her turn tricks and you're playing hide the sausage with you're science slut groupie? Where are your values man? What the hell happened to 'love, honor, and cherish in sickness and in health'? Your wife *needs* you now!" 

Reed's response was heated as he growled back "I'm aware of Sue's issues Tony and how our presence affects her ore maybe *you* didn't notice how contact with either Gina or myself drains her. But no, your to deeply into judgement to hear truth now. You want me to lie to Susan more don't you? Lets not help her deal with reality when it would be so wonderful to fill her full of bullshit and sunshine until she believes that we are getting back together so that I can destroy her *again* by leaving her for Gina. Great plan, Iron Man! I see now why the Avengers made you their leader. It's such a brilliant plan that leaves poor Gina, who has been dealing with the perverted whiles of the Purple man for *months* to be put back on a back burner while the man she loves panders ineffectually with his soon to be ex. Excuse me if I chose to put my fiance first in that scenario."

Gina, for the first time in many months was shocked at Reed's last statement.  She knew it was fury and frustration that made him make the statement and he was just now starting to register what he said but she knew she had to capitalize on this opportunity now as she turned to face her lover and cooed "Oh *Reed*! Yes, yes I will marry you!" 

As Iron Man shock his head, the happy couple exchanged a fiery embrace. This whole scenario had gone wildly wrong. He had hoped to shock Reed back to reality but instead drove an even bigger wedge between him and poor Susan. As he looked back he found himself almost mesmerized by Gina's glorious ass as she kissed Mr. Fantastic as if there were no one else in the world, let alone someone in the same room.  As she turned back to face the unwanted guest she purred in a voice dripping with contentment "I'm sorry Mister Stark.  You have to understand that we both love Susan.  It's just that this situation has moved us all down different paths than we ever expected and as things are, we are unfortunately the last people that can truly help her. Reed's right that lying more to her will not help her in the least, but I do think that for the foreseeable future, Reed's and my plans need to stay private.  When she is strong enough to deal with it we will talk to her personally.  Until then, we hope and pray that the help that you and Captain Rogers are giving her can see her through this storm."

Tony was outraged but he really couldn't argue the situation. After a minute's consideration he pointed an armored finger at the lovers and growled "So there is *not an iota of misconception* between us I'll spell this out for you: I will *not* lie to Susan! Nor will I contribute to a conspiracy to mislead her! You are right though, that the conveying of this new development needs to come from you so I will give you the opportunity to tell her yourself, but be warned that I will not hold this information back for long." The iron clad Avenger turned his back on the couple and continued "Were the guys folks, so get off your asses and do the right thing!"

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Johnny Storm smiled wickedly as he watched HLN.  While the TV screen displayed the rapidly moving line of flame crossing the Atlantic Ocean, the reporter said "Here we have pictures from NASA's Terra spacecraft which clearly show the phenomenon.  Although the resolution is not great enough to see what the cause is, it does clearly show a course that will cut through the heart of Europe."

Johnny was delighted that the Ghost Rider had at least taken him up on this quest.  It wouldn't be long now before that fool Killgrave got eternal judgement.

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In the days since his escape from the enraged Fantastic Four, things had been a bit harder than Zebediah Killgrave had imagined.  He could have sworn he had the nerd babe set the transporter to take him to the heart of Rio where he not only would have a gorgeous climate free of extradition at his disposal, he would have been surrounded by millions of people he could almost instantly enslave.  It didn't take long to realize he was somewhere else but the general lack of people about him hampered his ability to settle in or even find out where he was.  It took almost 6 hours before he found out he was in Slorenia and when he did find out it was at the hands of some particularly nasty warlord troops.  Fortunately he was practically unknown so he was able to convince them that he was a rich man they could ransom and by the time they had him in their stronghold, he had full control of them.  Once he had taken control of everyone in the makeshift fortress, he used their resources to reach out to Dr. Doom, but frankly he had no idea if the dictator had even seen his message as of yet.  Still, this gang had some nice things going on... Drugs and human trafficking are always profitable and his abilities made the later an easy career choice. He smiled as one of the prettier white slaves sucked his cock in devoted awe.  At this rate, if Doom didn't contact him first, he might just be able to make himself the principle warlord of the capital city, but that was when his bubble burst.

Serge Amitov once was the leader of this group, but now he was merely Killgrave's lieutenant.  The rough and rugged man ran into the room like he was being chased by a tiger "Master, it is horrible.  It is as if Hell itself has opened up and spit out demons! On the north side of the city, an American is taking out the soldiers like they were naught but little children.  He has blown up strongholds and assassinated Warlords but those he does not kill he tortures while asking them what they know of  'Purple Man'. My master, he is looking for you, but he is not the worst.  THe devil that rides a motorcycle is a horror to behold.  All but one that has encountered him have been left a quivering shell.  The one survivor was a local cleric that was being robbed.  He said that the evil spirit stared into each man's eyes and drank deeply of their souls.  The demon forced them to live every evil they ever committed.  As the creature approached the cleric he paused and said but one word before leaving... He said only 'Innocent!'" For once, the Purple Man's face turned ashen as the realization of who was after him set in.