In the dungeon of Susan’s subconscious, Malice sat on an ornate throne with cruel metal spikes jutting out from the sides and a plush leather seat. In her hand she held the end of a siver chain. The other end was fastened to a metal collar, which belonged to the bound and nude Invisible Woman. The subdued heroine knelt at Malice’s feet. They both looked up at a large screen on the wall that showed a scene from the ‘outside’ that featured Alice and the Mad Hatter in the Richards’s master bedroom.
The bubbly batty blonde that had, in essence, taken over the blonde heroine’s body had just wailed out in shere revulsion that she would be forced to wear the clothing of Susan Storm. Malice’s glossy blood-red lips parted in a cruel smile, while Susan could only look up in helpless horror at what was happening.
“Poor, poor Alice is going to have to wear your prissy designer clothing. What a good little girl she is, though. Dressed head to toe in the best Anne Taylor has to offer,” Malice murmured, as both the crazed dominatrix and the bound heroine looked on, “And all so Master Hatter’s vision of Wonderland can become a reality.”
“Never!” Susan spat out in disgust.
Malice tisked and rolled her eyes at her defiant double, “And what are you going to do about it? Alice certainly seems to have full control of this oh so sexy body now doesn’t she?”
Susan glared up at the image on the screen and saw her beautiful face pouting like a spoiled brat as Jervis Tetch worked his hands over her body. She closed her eyes and felt every second of his probing caresses. She tried her hardest to push the erotic tingle it was causing down, down, down, but she knew it was having an effect on her fragile mind. She needed to fight it. She turned to Malice and scowled out a look of pure hatred.
“It’s only temporary,” she vowed, “I’ll break free of the Hatter’s control sooner or later!”
Malice looked down at her and raised a perfectly-sculpted black eyebrow and saw that Susan was trying desperately to not give into the pleasure being assaulted upon her. The latex-clad villainess flashed an evil smile and hissed out, “Nice to see you showing a bit more fight, my pet. I almost thought I’d broken you. My, would that have been disappointing. But you see, it’s not a question of breaking free of Master Hatter’s control. It’s about breaking free from the prison of your own foolish repression that you sealed around yourself, you silly girl!”
Susan glared at her tormentor and hissed out defiantly, “Keep your lies to yourself, you evil witch!”
Malice smiled down at her and spoke out, “Oh, I’d never lie to you, my dear. But you really don’t understand. It is you that have lied to yourself for all these years. Playing the part of the immaculate paragon of virtue. The loving wife. The matriarch of the superhero community’s first family, the Fantastic Four. The pristine Invisible Woman.”
Every word Malice punctuated with a sarcastic sting.
She waved her hand dismissively and next to the bound-Susan formed a vision of the Invisible Woman of old. She stood tall and proud, with her hands at her sides. Her blue, black and white uniform was unblemished. Her golden hair looked perfect and she had a beaming smile on her face. Susan looked at the new vision before her. The Invisible Woman as she used to be, with her immaculate public image. She looked like she was ready to be the cover model for a best selling magazine or the subject of a news report on the Fantastic Four.
“Deep down you know you aren’t...this,” Malice said with a sneer, “Face it, sweetie. You are far closer to sweet, sweet Alice than you may realize. Did you not get off on what the Mad Hatter did to you last night?”
“It wasn’t me. It was her,” Susan said, a sick frown forming on her face, “That perverted slut.”
“Sue, Sue, Sue. How many times do I have to tell you? You are a perverted slut. This perfect version of yourself is the lie!” the evil dominatrix murmured and waved her hand again, this time with clear disgust. The perfect version of the Invisible Woman faded away, “Do you really want to know the difference between you and Alice? She doesn’t lie to herself about what she is. I heard you moaning when Master Hatter and that frisky little pussy, Cheshi, fucked her last night. You are her and she is you! Accept it!”
Susan only glowered in silence. She looked up at the cruel dominatrix version of herself and then at the screen again where they mischievous ‘little girl’ version was being pampered by the Mad Hatter and Cheshi.
Malice looked at the screen too. She looked at Alice longingly and went on, “Yes, in many ways, Alice is the most perfect version of us.”
At that moment, in the real world, Cheshi was sliding a baby blue latex thong up Alice’s thighs. In the dungeon of her subconscious, Susan shivered as she felt the sensation too, and suddenly her eyes were transfixed on the image on the screen. The image before her seemed to play out in slow motion. As she felt the exquisite sensation of the delicious latex touching her skin, she let out a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure, which turned into, “Peeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfect!”
Malice smiled down at her, “Oh, yes, you like that, don’t you? Thanks to sweet little Alice, you can now indulge in your latex fetishism to the fullest. You lucky, lucky slut.”
Cheshi pulled the latex thong into position between Alice’s magnificent asscheeks, and Susan felt the sensation of the stretchy fabric cupping her loins. It was so tight and shiny and she couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure once more. The bound-Susan’s eyes had become half-lidded and a small smile of acceptance played at the corners of her mouth. Malice saw this and she laughed in amusement at what she was seeing.
“Yessssss,” the dominatrix hissed, “I see you’re getting into the spirit of things now. How WONDERful!”
Malice gestured down with her black-gloved hand, and Susan looked down at herself. She gasped in shock when she saw that she was suddenly wearing a skintight, extra shiny latex version of the classic Fantastic Four uniform. Her eyes widened in surprise, but her body positively trembled with arousal. She couldn’t help but run her own gloved-hands delightfully over her shiny second skin. As she did, Malice reached down and began caressing Susan’s golden hair like a beloved pet. The captive Invisible Woman never flinched or made any move to pull away from Malice’s touch.
“Yes! That’s it, Sue. Learn to revel in what you are,” Malice murmured. She waved her hand free hand slightly and an ornate mirror formed next to Susan so she could see her reflection.
Once more, Susan gasped. She saw her latex-clad self, but also saw other changes that had taken place. She now wore blood-red glossy lipstick, just like Malice, and her eyes were painted in dark, heavily eyeliner and surrounded by extra-long lashes that set off her sapphire-blue eyes to exquisite effect. Her hair blonde hair was much lighter in color, almost a platinum blonde, and was tossed in a looser, sexier style than the way she usually wore it. Shocked though she was at these changes, she had to admit that she did look amazingly hot.
Mesmerized by the beauty of her reflection, Sue’s eyes opened wide and her gorgeous lips parted in a wide, approving smile. Her perfect teeth flashing her pearly whites. Some time passed, and Susan still vainly took in her new reflection. She then opened her mouth and ran her tongue along her glossy lips. Completely lost in the moment, she then reached out her tongue and licked the mirror. Her pussy tingled at the thought of perversely licking her own tongue in the reflective surface. Once she was finished, she returned to staring at her sexy, sexy reflection in the mirror and staring deeply into her newly manic eyes.
Malice looked down at Sue and then up at Alice and noticed with approval that for the moment, both faces had the same dreamy and deranged look.
On the screen, Cheshi was now moving up Alice’s magnificent body, planting soft kisses and licking at her flawless skin as she did. Inside her mind, Susan’s eyelids fluttered with arousal and she moaned in response to the attentions of Cheshi’s talented lips and tongue. And yet, her eyes remained glued to her own reflection.
Malice couldn’t contain herself anymore and snorted out a deep cackle of a laugh, “What a WONDERful narcissist you are, Susan! But that’s just the tip of the iceberg. I know all of your secret vices, fantasies and perversions. I know you want to be a really bad girl!”
Malice then gestured at the screen, and the image changed to one from the night before. The scene was in the master bedroom, where the Mad Hatter stood naked, apart from his preposterous top hat, while Alice and Cheshi knelt at his feet, each taking turns to worship his cock. Then the screen showed Alice on all fours, being ass-fucked by Tetch, while she lapped and slurped at Cheshi’s pussy. Then the scene shifted again, showing Alice riding the Hatter cowgirl style with Cheshi kneeling behind her, the two gorgeous women sharing a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues probing deeply in each other’s mouths.
Malice moaned with lust as she enjoyed the spectacle. “Wow, Sue. Just look at Alice go! She is one talented fuck-slut!”
“I wonder how she could have learned these skills so quickly when she's only existed for a couple of days!” Malice tapped her chin and a mocking expression of her being lost in thought came over her darkly-made up face. She then continued in a spitefully teasing tone, “She couldn’t have learned all of this from you, could she? You’re so chaste and prudish! Have you secretly been practicing inside your mind? Years and years worth of perverted fantasies finally coming to the surface at long last? You poor, poor girl, having to keep all of that cooped up for so long!”
Sue darted a look of hate up at the dominatrix and hissed out venomously, "You say you know all my deep, dark secrets, bitch, so you tell me where those skills came from!"
“With pleasure, my pet,” Malice laughed, leering down at her captive, “With pleasure.”