Ravaged By Reed Richards update (Patreon)

He kissed her hard, seeming inflamed with lust. Sue tried to keep her lips cold, but Reed didn’t care. He enjoyed kissing her unwilling mouth as much as he seemed to enjoy groping her ass. Then he thrust her down onto the ground.

“STOP! STOP! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” Sue cried with her mouth free.

Reed straddled her waist, running his hands over her tits now. He roughly groped them, making them flush with pleasure no matter how Sue felt about it.

“I can see you’re most enthused by the prospect of uselessly calling for help—“

“HELP!” Sue screamed.

Reed slapped her across the face. “Sorry about that, my love. But I’ve skimmed all the erotic fiction you’ve read in the past six months and that does seem to be a recurring theme in the treatment of the audience identification figure. Now I should also inform you that you’re a whore, Sue. A slut. I can see you enjoying having your breasts fondled, despite your supposed unwillingness, and feeling sexual pleasure at a time like this—well, it really is a sign that you’re a bitch in heat. I feel I must treat you in accordance with the dirty little cock holster you’re acting like.”

He bit at her soft shoulders like an animal. Then Sue felt his tongue moving down her body. He kissed harshly, sucking, at one creamy breast, then the other. Sue was trying not to let herself feel anything at all, to deny him the use of her sensations, but she couldn’t stop the lovely ripples that slowly trailed through her flesh.

“Reed, stop!” she pleaded. “I’m your wife! Please don’t do this!”

“Exactly, Sue. You’re my wife and it’s my duty to properly satisfy you. I’d tell you that I’m taking no pleasure in this, but, well, that would be a lie.”

Sue could tell that he would go through with it. If she didn’t stop him soon, he would actually do this. She grabbed his hair and tried to pull his head back. It went, his neck stretching out like a slinky, but the expression on his face was one of lust and anger.

“I can see you’re nowhere near satisfied yet. This is your subconscious’s way of asking for more stimulation—you bitch. You dirty bitch. Keep fucking around with me and I’ll tan your hide. I don’t care if we are married. You’re a hot-assed slut, just like any of the other cunts I’ve had in my life, and I’m gonna get you off just like I got all of them off, whether you want it or not! Lousy whore!”

Sue realized now that she couldn’t fight him. Not when he was truly convinced that this was what she really wanted. She relaxed, no longer resisting, and he returned his mouth to her nipple, sucking hard. If there was a fury in his body to go with the rage in his voice, it was that of passion—heat encircling her pink nipple, making it as hard as diamond.

Sue had thought that she was choosing to surrender, but now she wondered if she even had that much control. Her hips were moving in response to Reed’s impassioned play with her breasts. Her cunt was getting wet. Sue wasn’t sure how to feel about that; she didn’t like not knowing.

She was used to Reed getting her wet—anyone with his inquisitive nature was obviously quick in discovering what her body responded to—but this felt like more than simple arousal. It felt like her sex, her sensations, her very soul responding to what was happening to her—being used, abused, ravished—and not just who was doing it. Good Christ, could the fact that it was Reed really make her enjoy being raped?

Then, just as her breasts were at their ripest with feeling, Reed moved his lips up their slopes, kissing his way along the upper reaches of her chest before teasing, nibbling the soft skin of her throat. Sue panted for breath. Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue stabbing its way in. Sue somehow found herself parting her lips and letting Reed kiss her. For a few minutes, he kissed her and she kissed back. Powerless… but still delighted.

His hands came up her body, catching her breasts before the touch of his mouth had faded from them, and he massaged their swollen ache. Returning a passionate heaving to their abundance, tenfold what it had been before. Sue couldn’t control herself any longer. It just didn’t seem to matter anymore that he was assaulting her. She could only think of how good it’d felt when he’d been inside her other times—and wonder how good it would be now.

“God, Reed,” she gasped. “You’re going to fuck me. I just know you’re going to fuck me!”

“That’s right,” Reed said, seeming delighted that she was catching on. “It’d hardly be a worthwhile expenditure to set up this exercise just for the sake of some foreplay, much as I value that portion of the sexual experience. No, this must culminate in penetration. Please, try to cooperate and achieve orgasm. It does bother me somewhat to have to force this upon you—even if it does hold some appeal. How could your body not inspire lust in a suitably oriented male, even under such extreme circumstances? Am I being crude enough for you, Sue dear, or should I reiterate that you’re nothing more than a dirty cocksleeve and you’re only good for the current, sexualized treatment you’re receiving?”

He reached between her thighs. Sue couldn’t even think of keeping her legs together. His fingers stroked over her sex, then cupped it. She felt the heat of his palm. It made her tremble. She tried one last time not to be responsive but, like it was happening to someone else, her ass lifted up off the ground to press her cunt into his feeling touch.

Fire went through her pussy.

In response to all this luscious pleasure, Sue panicked. She simply could not enjoy being raped. She tried to tell Reed to stop but already she could feel his hands peeling her stockings down her long legs. She herself kicked them off. His hand skated back up her legs. His fingers caressed her through her panties again. Every time he touched her, there was less and less in the way—he was closer and closer to being inside her. And it felt better and better.

“You’re acting crazy, Reed,” she sighed. “This isn’t you. You shouldn’t be doing this! I shouldn’t be—“

“Shouldn’t be what?” Reed demanded of her, pleasure evident in his voice. He wasn’t just enjoying touching her. He was enjoying being proven right. “Shouldn’t be about to come? Shouldn’t be such a whore? But you are, Sue. And you should. After all, doesn’t it feel that way?”

She knew now that Reed had convinced himself, by her own response, that she wanted this, maybe even needed it. Nothing was going to stop him now.

She didn’t want him to stop. She enjoyed his hands. Siu spread her legs wider and pushed her sex up into his touch.

“It certainly feels that way to me… That’s a good bitch,” he said. “Please continue being a good bitch and take your panties off.”

Sue could barely hear him—she’d abandoned herself, lost all thought in the thrill of whatever this was. Of letting herself be overpowered, she guessed. But Reed wasn’t content with that. He didn’t want her just to be submissive, he wanted her to submit. And she would…

“Take off the fucking panties, whore,” he said, his voice cool through the excitement, the rush of sex controlled and calm. He called her a whore like he’d call a scientific instrument by the proper name or an animal by its species. He called her a whore and a bitch and a slut because right now, she was all those things. She didn’t know if she’d ever be Sue Richards, wife and mother, again. Not without being his sex slave too. “Take them the fuck off, now.”

It was the final conquest—the coup de grâce. She had to take off her own panties so that Reed could better ravish her. And he rewarded her for it. Once she’d done it, she felt two of his fingers snaking carefully into her sex.

“Oh, Reed,” she gasped softly. As rapturously as she would if his mouth were between her legs, tongue lavishing her with delicious strokes, romancing her instead of ravaging her.

He worked his fingers in and out, curling them as they moved back and forth. His other hand went up to her breast, squeezing its ample flesh hard, thumb and forefinger catching the nipple. Every time he rolled it inside his grip, another thrilled shudder went through Sue’s body.

Reed chuckled to himself. He had to admit, he was getting used to this. Getting to like it. He had worried that this would only be pleasing on Sue’s side of the equation—something he would do to satisfy her, but not truly share in, his own enjoyment at the remove of being happy that Sue was happy.

But now he felt a rush of arousal. He liked the control he felt, treating Sue like one of his experiments, to be given the proper reactants as he saw fit, her own considerations irrelevant, so long as they arrived at the correct solution.

He could see that Sue wanted to be his ‘sex slave,’ as it were. And he was more than willing to play the part of her master. Giving her a little pain along with her pleasure added a note of experimentation—proper ratios, risk, reward, balance—to the otherwise quite unchallenging biology of the sex act. And Sue was obviously delighting in this as well. They were meant for each other, as ever they were.

Reed gave a wry shake of his head. This was indeed an odd outcome to the initial line of query that had provoked the present encounter. He would not ever have described Sue as one to welcome disrespect or even a lack of consideration. And now she was enjoying herself more than any amount of politeness or courtesy could engender. Perhaps that was finally the solution to keeping Sue from desiring more personal interaction than he could provide. He would just have to treat her as the slutty little cunt she was from now on.

Reed took his fingers away from Sue’s pussy. He lifted himself up onto his knees.

“I want you to take my clothes off now, bitch. You were so good at stripping your own clothes off that I want to see you handle mine.” It was important that he preface his orders with reminders that they were his wants, so that she could properly associate ‘what he wanted’ with ‘things she must do’ with ‘things that brought her pleasure.’ The correlation should prove quite irresistible to her.

Sue trembled all over. She got up onto her feet and started undressing Reed. She couldn’t understand why he was acting this was. He wasn’t the man she knew. He was a maniac.

And what was she? She had enjoyed what he was doing. She had wanted more. Quietly, inwardly, trying to restrain it, trying to hide it—she had begged him not to stop. Her thoughts had joined in the rebellion, betraying her right alongside her lusciously aroused body.

She pulled Reed’s costume off his hips and down his legs. His cock was as big and plump as a sausage. Obviously not stretching, not inflating, but throbbing with honest arousal. It shocked her how big he’d gotten, because it was an answering response to how turned on she was. She wrapped her fingers around his thick endowment and began to stroke it.

“That’s good,” Reed told her, making her realize she hadn’t been told to do that. “You’re free to act like a whore whenever you like, Sue. That is, after all, what you are. You’re playing with my cock like a whore right now, so keep doing that. You’re doing good, my little slut. You’re being a real good bitch right now. Just like a prostitute on the street, a hooker, a harlot, but far more skill—far more enthusiasm. No matter how much one pays, they can’t get a cunt to really enjoy being fucked unless she’s a born cockholster like you.”

His cock was getting even harder, even bigger. That was the thing about Reed. He could always have more cock for you. Sue could barely fit her fingers around it now, but she did, jerking them slowly up and down.

She felt some of his precum trickle over her fingers. For some reason, the thought that it was her husband’s seed—Reed’s seed being felt by her whorish touch—made her moan. Her own husband… she was being such a slut… Sue squeezed her fingers tighter and closed her eyes.

“Look at me, you little cum dumpster,” Reed insisted. “Look at my big hard prick. Look what you’re doing to it. It’s not doing anything to pleasure you, but you’re getting off on it still. Fucking it with your hand like a bitch in heat. Sue, are you really going to tell me this isn’t your fantasy? Not what you were meant for? That you’re not the dirty cum-slut you’re being right now?”