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Their first night together, Dorrek had made Sue complicit in her own… pleasure, for lack of a better word. He’d pushed her into binding herself with force-constructs formed from her own power. Now, he didn’t bother with that step. Instead he bound her with simple rope, tying her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bedframe until she was spread-eagled on the bed she and Reed had brought from Earth, her marital bed, which she was only meant to share with her husband.

Dorrek had already dominated her by making her bind herself, but the primitive ropes she allowed herself to be tied up with were truly humiliating. She could’ve gotten out of them in a thousand ways, but she didn’t. Wouldn’t. And there was no threat keeping her in line now, only the thought of him withholding the sexual ecstasy she had become addicted to. She wasn’t even allowed to be involved in her own victimization anymore. The ropes took care of that for her. She still thought she could take Dorrek in a battle of power against power, but she would never start that fight. The alternative, for all its drawbacks, was too tempting. And, knowing he could bind the Invisible Woman with simple hemp and still keep her from escaping, Dorrek grew even smugger, his own pleasure keener. Which resulted in Sue’s satisfaction being all the greater. Maybe that was the truest measure of her incipient submissiveness. That the more Dorrek conquered her, the more pleasure she felt.

Sue’s body ached from the tautness of the rope, her skin burning where the hemp scratched it. Dorrek drew a knife and took it to Sue’s clothing, ruining one more set of Earth clothes and treating himself to her naked body once again. Sue would’ve stripped for him, as she had before, on more than one occasion, but now he preferred to reserve that pleasure for himself. It only underscored how he was taking this from her, not sharing it. And yet, she enjoyed it anyway. Perhaps more than the loving, bodily unions with her husband, she enjoyed being the victim of this creature who looked so disgusting, who was so disgusting.

“You won’t need these. Not for a long time,” he said, throwing the shreds of her clothing away. A part of Sue, perhaps, gloried in her naked body, still so trim and voluptuous and creamy after so many battles, her children, and encroaching age. But more of her was incensed by how a monster so deformed was even allowed to leer at her, clothed or unclothed, much less enjoy the pleasures of it, all of them promised to Reed alone.

“What are you going to do this time?” Sue gasped, staring in fright at his intense expression. A reassuring part of her feared each time that he would do physical harm to her beyond simply the painful, yet oh-so-satisfying impalement his massively oversized phallus inflicted on her. She had not totally surrendered to him. She still thought him an enemy. At least, she tried to convince herself that was the case—that she did not enjoy the fear.

“If you were truly so slow-witted as not to know, even your befuddled husband would not be interested in you,” Dorrek said, his eyes horribly alive with the enjoyment of her plight.