Doom: Invisible Conquest
Castle Cassidy Ireland, February 1
Black
Tom Cassidy, mutant and super criminal channelled his power through
the wooden club, the traditional Shillelagh at the hovering Doom-bot.
The lance of force projecting from the club hit the Doom Bot
squarely in its chest, shattering the machine, it was the nineth he
had shattered.
“Do ye think yer toys are any match for
Black Tom Cassidy, Doom? I have handed Cyclops his ass, broken Iron
Man’s tin suit, and left Black Panther under a truck while I made
off with his Vibranium. Your toys have no chance against me, fool.”
Black Tom shouted as he let his shillelagh blaze with power in
defiance of the Latverian tyrant.
The air in front of
Black Tom shimmered and Doctor Doom was revealed, standing inside a
magical circle hovering in mid air behind a technological cloaking
field generated by his armour. “No, but if you left less than half
a dozen Doom bots scattered about, Cain Marko would likely never
figure out it was Doom who put you in the hospital. I decided to err
on the side of caution, once I saw how stupid you were, if Juggernaut
lets you do his thinking, he might require as many as nine Doom bots
to establish my responsibility for your coma.”
Black
Tom swung his energized shillelagh at Doom’s cowled head roaring,
“I don’t need Juggernaut to fight my battles, dog. I will mount
your armour over my fireplace and use your mask as my urinal.”
Doom
ducked under Black Tom’s swing and caught his elbow as it passed
over his head. Driving his power amplified armoured fist into Black
Tom’s knee, he felt it shatter beneath his enhanced strength.
While it was lower than the output of Iron Man’s newest version, it
was far better articulated, as befitted a fighter based on skill and
will, rather than artificial enhancements. He was no mutant, nor was
his power based in his suit. He was Doom. His mind, his body, and
his soul were all weapons. In combat, in science, in sorcery, he had
few peers. In their combined use, he had none.
Black Tom
cried out in pain and spun on his remaining leg to ram his fist into
Doom’s chest, channelling his awesome power through the bones of
his palm, feeling them explode as the living tissues around the bone,
unlike the wood he usually used, could not handle the immense power
he poured through his off hand. Lacking the focus of his shillelagh,
the power reflected off the sorcerous shield covering Doom’s breast
plate, and while it drove the Lord of Latveria back three steps, it
blasted Black Tom off his feet, and left Doom holding Black Tom’s
shillelagh.
As Black Tom rose to his feet, a blast from
Doom’s left gauntlet struck him in the face, blinding and stunning
him as Black Tom’s shillelagh came down on his good knee with a
sickening crack. A second and third crack sounded as both elbows
were also shattered, then Doom pulled Black Tom’s semi conscious
gaze to meet his, and he began chanting a spell that shared with
Black Tom the torments that Doom had suffered in Hell when he had
come to rescue the soul of his mother. Each one of his trials, some
of which lasted for weeks, were experienced by Black Tom in mere
moments, and the mutant criminal lacked the will of Doom who had
endured and conquered them. His mind shattered, his body shattered,
he fell limply to the ground at Doom’s feet.
Snapping
the shillelagh over his knee, he used the jagged end to carve into
the mud before Black Tom Cassidy.
“If you would seek the
Doom that befell your partner, I will remain in the village until you
seek to avenge your friend, or I dispose of him as unfit even for
bait.”
It was a long sentence, and without Black Tom to
translate it, Juggernaut may not be able to read it all. Still, he
could beat one of the Garda police until they read it for him, so he
shouldn’t have to wait long.
Village of Cassidy, Ireland
February 4
Juggernaut in his classic brown iron smashed into the wall of the pub, a pub cleared of all but a single figure seated before the fire, brooding over a mug of ale. The figure of Doom.
“Where are you hiding DOOM?” Roared Juggernaut, seeking the one who crippled his only friend.
“Ah
good. I was beginning to think I would have to supply a seeing eye
dog to guide you. I was reviewing if Ireland has service dogs for
the irredeemably stupid, but we are spared waiting for one to be
delivered.” Doom said, calm as no one but his hated brother
Charles Xavier had ever been before his rage. Cain Marko drew on the
power of the ruby of Cyttorak, surrounding himself with a protection
field that could stave off the attacking power of the heaviest
conventional explosives known to man, or the punch of the Hulk, and
granting him the physical power of a speeding locomotive when he
struck.
Charging forward Juggernaut failed to notice the
circle beneath his feet, or the symbols on the walls as the bands of
arcane energy began to warp space around him. The charge that cannot
be opposed, the unstoppable force of the Juggernaut met a space that
bent before him, stretching so time and space formed a bubble in
which eternity and infinity met in a circle no larger than one
armoured form.
Doom
walked forward, and a second circle bound Juggernaut.
“Cyttorak,
your avatar is caged. He will never fight again unless I will it.
You will yield your jewel, and your power to me for one week, and
then I will return it to your chosen champion, and release him to the
world.” Doom spoke to the dimensional rift that clawed through our
reality and leaked into the space of forbidden and forgotten elder
gods of slaughter. Cain Marko howled as a ruby gem floated free of
him, and his swollen body shrank to normal man sized as Doom clutched
the ruby of Cyttorak in his hand, and his eyes blazed with power.
February 14 New York City, USA
“Reed,
aren’t we going out to dinner?” Susan Storm Richards asked her
husband, the genius of geniuses and leader of the Fantastic Four,
Reed Richards, Mr Fantastic.
“Hmm, was that tonight?”
Reed asked distractedly. “I just got some new observations from
the deep space radioscopes that are at odds with predictions. I
think I am on the edge of understanding the gravitational effects of
intersecting dimensions in matterless space.” He muttered, his arm
lengthening to cross the room and adjust the feed of one of his
arcane instruments to meet his ever-changing demands. She had hoped
on Valentines day the infinitely adjustable body would be proving to
her why she named him Mr Fantastic when the cosmic rays changed all
of their bodies, turning her into the Invisible Girl. It seems he
would rather play with his instruments than his wife this, and so
many other Valentines days, deeply probing the mysteries of the
universe, and not her needy golden center. Honestly, if it wasn’t
for her ability to manipulate force fields into any shape and force
she desires, she would have developed carpal tunnel from all her solo
sessions of frustration venting.
Stalking out of the
Baxter Building in her Fantastic Four uniform under a rain coat, she
stalked down the street to the restaurant she had booked for a
romantic dinner for two. Well, she would at least have the
candlelight so no one would see her tears, and enough wine and she
could at least get through another lonely night.
It was
then that Doom soared down from the sky and landed before
her.
“Tonight is the last night you weep for a man who
does not deserve you. Tonight, Doom takes what is rightfully his.”
Doctor Doom said as his armour blazed in crackling energy and Susan
Storm called up a force shield strong enough to hold off the charge
of Ben Grim, the Thing.
Calling
on her emergency communicator, knowing Reed would ignore his and Ben
Grim was off with Alicia on a date, she called her brother Johnny
Storm, the Human Torch. “Johny, Doom ambushed me in the street,
come quick!”
Doctor Doom was not pressing his attack,
choosing to stalk around her with his hands behind his back as if
examining an animal at auction he was considering buying.
“It
is good that you summon aid, it would not be right for me to take you
unopposed. You need not think me unworthy of owning you, nor will I
allow you the crutch of thinking I used some trickery to neutralize
your power, and that of your fellow Fantastic Four. Of all of the
Fantastic Four, only you are worthy of my time and esteem. Your
husband has a great mind, but lacks any trace of manhood to leave you
so alone. He lacks the passion to love you until you cannot do
anything but beg for his touch, as you will beg for mine. When I am
done, you will crawl to me and kiss my feet to beg for another
touch.” Doom boasted.
Sue Storm lanced a force spear at
him strong enough to flip over an armoured car or stop a tank dead in
its tracks. Doom’s cloak didn’t even twitch. Alarm bells went
off in her mind as she failed to notice any of the blazing runes,
circles, or leaking energy that marked his sorcerous defenses, nor
did her own senses, long tuned to the super science of her genius
husband and the many galactic races they had encountered detected
none of the emissions of higher-level science based defensive
shielding. Something had changed! Just as she was about to radio
her update, a blazing comet of pure power lanced down from the sky,
the Human Torch burned not just the scarlet of flame, but the
white-hot heat of solar fusion as he dove to his sisters defense like
an avenging angel.
“GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER YOU DEMON!”
Roared Johnny Storm as he unleashed fire so potent the wet concrete
blasted into flaming plasma all around an unmoved and uncaring Doom
who didn’t bother to remove his hands from behind his back. Johnny
dove, focusing his hottest flame into a spear before his fists, and
dove right at Doom.
Moving too fast for Johnny to react,
Doom caught him by the neck and thigh and slammed him down onto the
shattered concrete, the explosion of fire and force enough to toss
cars through the air and shatter the windows up to the tenth floor.
Sue quickly cast her force bubble to black the falling shards that
might otherwise have killed Johnny who gasped like a fish out of
water, his flames extinguished as he was slammed into the ground by
Doom with force greater than The Thing, only slightly less than the
Hulk.
Doom turned to Susan and stalked towards her.
“Your husband does not even bother to leave his work to defend you.
Your brother isn’t even worth a slap to defeat. Only you are
worth of Doom’s efforts. Only you are worthy of Doom’s thoughts,
and his touch.” Doom said as he pushed towards her. Her force
bubble flashed on full power and met HIS OWN. A force shield equal
to her own met hers and the two bubbles clashed, then struggled to
merge.
“Yes, this is what you needed. A battle of
wills, my will to possess you and your will to resist me. Your power
in unquestioned, your intelligence beyond question, but that very
intelligence will betray you, for you know Doom is the superior man,
and you know that Doom’s desire for you knows no equal, and the
woman in you yearns for my hunger like your hot-headed fool of a
brother’s flame yearns for oxygen.” Doom asserted, his gaze
locking on to Susan’s with a feral hunger that would shame a
starving wolf.
On his chest blazed a scarlet gem, and as
it burned, their two force bubbles merged and her powers and Doom’s
sorcery warred for control of their merged power.
“Reed
is my husband, you will never change that!” Susan screamed,
putting her power and her will into the force bubble, raising it to
powers she had never dared use before.
“I do not seek to
be your husband. I will make myself your master. You have stood
alone in an empty house with a ring on your finger being wife to a
husband who views you as a piece of lab equipment he can’t remember
ordering or what he used it for, but keeps it out of fear he may one
day remember what it is for. I will but a collar on your neck, and
you will spend every evening writhing in pleasure that claws at your
very sanity, you will scream my name until your throat can stand no
more, then you will sit at my feet by my throne so all my people can
know I have taken you for my consort. When you present me with my
heir, you will sit on a throne beside me, bare breasted to show the
world what Doom possesses, while you learn to rule our people by my
side.”
Doom pushed forward, Susan’s mind filled with
the images of his lust and she felt her own neglected body responding
not only to his lust but to the dominance that called to the feminine
heart of her. A normal woman turned superheroine by a twist of fate,
granted powers she never asked for, forced to battle to save the
world so many times, her powers had brought her glory and separation,
isolation, loneliness. She could not ever be a normal woman again,
yet who on this whole world would dare to reach out a hand to the
wife of Mr Fantastic, a genius who stood off entire galactic empires?
Who, but Doom.
She felt his hand close on her neck, and
waiting to feel him choke her out, instead she felt him turn her eyes
up to face him.
“Doom’s woman does not cast her eyes
down, not from me, not from any man. Doom’s woman looks him in the
eye, and any lesser man bows down rather than meet her gaze.” He
said, as a cold iron hand closed on her breast with a hungry
brutality She felt her body arch as the passion of his rough embrace
caused a shock to run from nipple to vagina, the fantasies about Reed
finally noticing her and taking her like she so yearned to be taken
betrayed her as Reed’s face suddenly was filled with the iron mask
of Doom.
“Doom takes what is his.” Doom spoke, and
tore her uniform top, revealing her great white breasts and the pale
pink nipples that were larger than silver dollars and jutted forth
proud and needy as they stiffened beneath the gaze of Doom.
“You
think you are a big man because you can strip me in public?
Humiliate me?” Susan glared, her anger flared, and Doom took her
breast in his cold iron hand as he buried his mask in her neck, his
hot lips pressing into her flesh as his words caressed her neck and
ear.
“Doom strips you to reveal your glory. All shall
bow before your beauty, save Doom who shall possess it utterly. No
man, no woman, no god shall dare to look upon your beauty save Doom.
All you are belongs to Doom, all you can be, all you have never been
allowed to be belongs to Doom, and I shall strip every weakness,
every pathetic limit from you until you are worthy to sit by my side
and rule.” Doom rasped, and he pulled her hair back, arching her
back and taking her breast into his mouth, his cold iron mask opening
to allow him to ravage her. His passion, his hunger, and his
knowledgeable tongue had reached her in ways Reed’s cold aloofness
left her vulnerable to.
Doom saw her as a woman, as a
power, and he did not shy from her, he wanted her more. He did not
fear her power, nor reject it. He would enslave her with her power,
seeking to strip her of clothes and of limitations, simultaneously
making her slave and goddess, stripping her of resistance and
stripping her of weakness until nothing was left of the meek
housewife turned superheroine, only the love slave and consort of
DOOM.
Her cry sounded as Doom’s iron gauntlet pressed
between her legs and the vibrator function of his glove, runes of
pleasure enhancement won from decades of study under the fairy
enchantress Morganna Le Fey shot pleasure beyond her entire life
experience as Doom took her in the streets in front of the Baxter
building and a growing crowd. He ravaged her breast, and she felt
her body begin to helplessly hump his hand, pushing herself onto his
cold iron fingers with hot feminine need until she came helplessly
and slit to the ground before him.
Pulling his cock from
his armour, he raised her head up to see his eyes, and demanded.
“Use your power, for you alone, will Doom bare himself always and
utterly.”
Reaching up with her mind, she turned his
armour and robes invisible and looked naked upon the face and body of
Doom.
He was not a mutant, not genetically altered by
cosmic rays. His was a body that was pure human, all of his power
was born of his will, his knowledge of both sorcery and science, his
training in martial arts, his military and strategic genius the work
of a human driven to exceed all human limitations by will alone. His
body was sculpted perfection but covered with scars. No magical
healing, no super powers that allowed his flesh to bend before every
bullet and blade, no stone hard skin or living flame to defend it,
his flesh bore the mark of every battle fought, lost or won, and yet
these were living testaments to his will.
His face was
horribly scarred, yet his blue eyes blazed with hunger beyond that of
Galactus the World Eater, beyond reason, beyond madness, beyond
limits. Doom hungered for her in a way that made the universe bend
before his will, and her body responded. His lips curved in a smile
as hers pressed into his balls to kiss them hungrily, nuzzling upon
the carriers of his blessed seed until he reached down and wrapped a
fist in her hair and guided her to his shaft. She took him in her
mouth, ten inches of hard and demanding manhood, not infinite shapes
and sizes that conformed to her whim, his was a hard unyielding
length that demanded she conform to his needs, to his desires, to his
pleasures. She felt herself grow wet as he took her mouth like
conquered territory, letting her spit coat her heaving breasts as
they slapped against his thigh plates as she fellated him before a
crowd of nearly a hundred, and as many filming cameras.
The
police had arrived, and several snipers with heavy anti-material
rifles, and a SHIELD tactical team with a heavy beam cannon had
already begun slamming shots into the combined shield of Doom and his
consort, but Doom ignored them until at last he pulled back from his
conquest of Susan’s mouth to begin to blast her face with his seed,
marking his conquered territory as clearly as if he branded her
breast with his flag. Letting go her hair, the crowd gasped as she
drove herself back onto his cock, hand cupping his balls and a second
cluching his robes to pull him deeper into her mouth, so she could
drink the last of his conquering seed.
Pulling his cock
back, he slapped it on her face, and spread his cum over the married
Fantastic Four matriarch.
“Now you begin to understand
how you need me, but you have yet to grasp how I need you. Doom does
not take you out of petty jealousy of your pathetic husband, Doom
takes you because only you are worthy of my seed, of my passion, of
my dominance. Now Doom will show the world how he takes his
slave.”
Doom picked her up with the strength greater
than her teammate, The Thing, and slammed her down onto the hood of a
SHIELD hovercar. Reaching down, he touched her pants, and spoke a
word of power, and her clothes exploded from her like they had been
blown off by an invisible bomb. He ran a cold iron finger over her
hot and puffy lips, tracing the blonde hairs of her mound and down
into the soft needy depths of her sex as she arched against
him.
“Unhand her Victor, this is between you and me!”
Roared Mr Fantastic, as Reed Richards stretched like a living shadow
to reach through the crowd to batter impotently against the force
field. His fists pounded helplessly against the force field, even as
Doom pushed his wife’s legs wide, and lowered his cold iron mask
until only his hot gaze and hot breath grazed that most sensitive of
her flesh as Doom wasted few words on his erstwhile rival.
“Even
now you do not see her. You never saw her, and never deserved her.
This is between my slave and her master. Your wife died of neglect
while you were busy writing a paper on forces of attraction that
never led you to her, nor protected her from me. It was always her I
saw. Only ever her that was real to me. Begone wretch, or watch. I
make her mine now, teach her what it is to writhe helpless in the
power of Doom.”
With that, Doom was done talking, his
lips pressing gently at first into her sex as he explored her pussy
with the reverence of a priest at the altar, the gentle love of a
virgin with his first love, until her rising need had her clawing at
his cloak, her heels pressing into his back, her voice crying out
again and again.
“Victor, Victor, please good Victor.
Take me, Victor. Please god in heaven, make me yours, make me
CUM!”
She howled like an animal as her body bent in two,
her forcefield flared out of control, blasting Reed and the assembled
troops through the air as if a bomb went off as her power erupted in
hurricane force as she came, and again, and again as Doom ate her now
with the rabid hunger of a starving wolf, tearing away the last of
her reserve and resistance.
“Fuck me Victor, please god,
fuck me!” Susan Storm, wife of Reed Richards, begged Doctor Doom
as he ate her through another soul devouring orgasm.
“Beg
me to take you as my slave. Beg to be mine and only mine for all
eternity. Tell the world you would rather be my slave than his
wife!” Doom demanded as he pinned her to the SHIELD hovercar hood
as she tried to force herself onto the all conquering cock of
Doom.
Susan whimpered, but Doom only stroked her sex with
his vibrating and lust enhancing iron finger as he let her force
herself onto that while her fingers stroked the cock she needed, the
salvation she begged for, but would be denied until she met his terms
in ultimate surrender.
“Please let me be your slave, let
me be your slut. I would rather be Doom’s whore than Reed
Richard’s wife!” Sue howled as her body arched helplessly around
the punishing gauntlet of Doom as he edged her but denied her orgasm
until she yielded utterly.
Doom pulled her to his lips,
and through his cold iron mask kissed her. Reed Richards alone was
close enough to see her make his mask go invisible, as she looked
upon the naked face of Doom as she drove her tongue into his mouth,
as the cock of Doom took from her both freedom and wedding vows. He
rode her into one orgasm brutally, breaking her will, then slowly
brought them together into a far more devastating and gentle final
orgasm together as he spilled the royal seed of Latveria into the
only worthy womb of this world.
When her strength failed,
she slid to his feet and took his half hard cock into her mouth.
Looking up in worship, she cleaned him with her mouth as he fashioned
a collar of solid gold around her throat, and snapped a leash onto
it. As he walked away, leading Invisible Girl, now slave concubine
of Doom away on hands and knees, he raised his fist to the sky and
screamed.
“ON YOUR BELLY BEFORE DOOM. If my slave
crawls on her knees, then you will be ON YOUR BELLY BEFORE HER!”
Lightning crashed down from the sky, and aircraft plummeted in fire,
powered armour suits and police tactical squads alike collapsed
twitching on the ground. Mr Fantastic, reduced to a twitching mass
of uncontrolled flesh, watched from his belly as Doom led his,
former, wife away like Doom’s dog, while the rest of the world
groveled on its belly before them both.
Reaching down,
Doom rubbed her head and rumbled softly.
“Good
girl Susan. Training you to be mine will teach you that you will
hold nothing back from me. Not a single thing. You will give me
your mind, your body, and your soul, and in return the whole world
will grovel at your feet. When you have learned to be the perfect
slave, then and only then can I teach you to be my queen. My people
will worship and love you, as they worship and fear me.”
She
kissed his armoured boot with love.
The world would not
understand, but she was beginning to believe she no longer needed to
care.