The Invisible Woman in;

“Don’t Make Such a Pig of Yourself!”

By Marcus

Disclaimer;

I am receiving no financial remuneration for this story and it is a work of fantasy only. So don't start getting any magic wands and doing this to your wife or girl friend. It’s not funny... it’s not clever... and they won’t appreciate it!

The Invisible Woman, Mr Fantastic and The Enchantress are all copyright of the Marvel Entertainment group; I know... Susan Richards copping for it yet again. Enjoy.

Episode one; A nice change

Okay dear, I’m leaving now…I’ll see you again in a fortnight.” Said Susan Richards AKA the Invisible Woman as she stood framed in the doorway of her husband’s lab.

“Goodbye dear... You just go and enjoy yourself.” He replied, stretching his long rubbery neck around to give his wife a quick peck on the cheek. Much as he adored her Dr. Reed Richards was secretly relived to get his beautiful wife out of his hair for awhile as it left him free to concentrate more on his various scientific projects. Truth be told he found Susan's constant demands for attention and affection very wearying. Not that he could really begrudge her that looking at her now, for once out of her famous skin tight blue jumpsuit and dressed in a light but expensive looking summer frock which clung snugly to her voluptuous figure and was cut short enough to show off all of her splendid legs.

“Be sure to give me a ring once you’ve arrived and settled in.” He said.

“I will dear.” She reassured him and he wistfully watched as, with her plump ass sashaying from side to side, she sauntered away towards the elevator. Then with a cheery little wave and a last blown kiss the doors closed and she was gone.

At the back of his mind Reed Richards could shake a nagging feeling of foreboding and danger about all this… but he knew he was just being ridiculous... What harm could Susan possibly come to where she was going? In fact privately he had considered it a godsend when Susan had received this invitation for a fortnight stay at an exclusive health spar. His glamour spouse was always keen on looking her best and this offer was just too good to turn down. Susan had phoned immediately to reply and to confirm her booking. So dismissing these vague presentiments from his mind he became engrossed again in his work.

And so it was that a few hours later Susan Richards disembarked from a taxi outside the front entrance of the Vanahime Institute, a very expensive looking health resort situated about seventy miles outside of New York and nestling within acres of its own beautiful parkland.

As she stepped through the sliding doors into the plush, well appointed foyer a pretty young receptionist hurried from behind the front desk to greet this famous visitor.

“Mrs Richards… We are so glad you could make it. If you would be so kind as to wait here, I’ll just inform Miss Du Vine of your arrival. Won’t you please be seated?”

Whilst she was waiting Susan idly flicking through one of the many lavishly produced brochures extolling the virtues of the resort. Swimming pools… gyms… Saunas... Jacuzzis... Massage... (It had been a long while since Susan had had a good massage!) Manicures and facials... Yes! A fortnight of pampering such as this would suit her just fine after all the hectic action and violence she had gone through of late.

The receptionist returned “Miss Du Vine will see you now.” she announced, “Follow me please.” and with that Susan was ushered into the spacious office of the resort’s director Ms. Amora Du Vine.

As she arose from behind her large modern desk, extending a slim hand in welcome and with a dazzling smile upon her face, Susan could see at once that the glamorous Ms. Du Vine was certainly a good advert for her own resort. She was an absolutely jaw dropingly beautiful woman, somewhere in her late twenties, fashionably attired, maybe just an inch or so shorter than Susan, and with a perfect fashion model face expertly made up. Her big green eyes were half hidden behind chic tinted glasses from behind which swept her curiously up slanting eyebrows. She had pert, full lips and a glorious cascade of golden hair that fell tumbling down her shoulders and back. Her figure was absolutely to die for and Susan was put in the unfamiliar (and uncomfortable) position of, for once, actual feeling a little bit envious and jealous of another woman's charms.

“Mrs Richards... or may I call you ‘Susan?’” Ms. Du Vine said, shaking Susan warmly by the hand and gestured for her to be seated.

“I’m so delighted to that you decided to accept my offer and grace us with your presence. It will do the reputation of my humble little resort no harm at all to be able to boast the patronage of someone as famous and glamorous as yourself.” She continued smoothly as she walked back around her desk and sat back down into her high back leather chair, crossing her elegant legs with a ‘snick snick’ of expensive fabric.

Susan smiled graciously at this flattery; she had, of course, expected that there would be some kind of quid pro quo arrangement. Well... she had no objections to endorsing this establishment... providing it was up to standard.

“Well now…” said her host with another gleaming smile “I’ll just give you a brief run down of we have to offer you during your stay here, then, if you like, I can take you on a full guided tour of our facilities... and afterwards we can start to plan out your itinerary. But first, some refreshments… would you like some tea or coffee Mrs Richards?”

“Coffee... Black, no sugar, please.” replied Susan.

Ms. Du Vine pressed a button on her intercom with one long, elegantly manicured finger and relayed their order before turning back to address Susan again.

“I would imagine, considering your hectic lifestyle and well... I suppose... ‘Career’ is the most appropriate choice of word, that you will be planning upon hitting the gym pretty hard during your stay here. A programme of aerobics, weights and martial arts training… yes?”

“Ha ha... hardly!” replied Susan with an easy laugh. “I get quite enough of that at home thank you. Just breaking up fights between Ben and Johnny... To be honest I was rather hoping for a holiday from all that physical effort for a few weeks… Just lazing around and relaxing is much more what I had in mind… Y’know... with plenty of good food. In fact I may be the only visitor coming here who is actually hoping to put on a few pounds.”

“Well... I’m sure that we will be able to accommodate you there.” replied Ms. Du Vine with what Susan took to be rather frosty looking smile.

They were interrupted by a polite knock on the door and in came Ms. Du Vine’s personal assistant carrying a tea tray with their drinks. Susan thanked her and began taking small sips of her hot coffee whilst Ms. Du Vine started to outline the health resorts many benefits.

Suddenly a woozy sensation came over Susan. She felt hot and faint and the room seemed to be tipping and spinning around.

“Ohh... I don’t feel so good.” She moaned weakly, her head collapsing back onto the chair’s head rest, the cup and saucer tumbling from her numbed fingers to clatterer upon the floor.

“What - have you - done to - me?” she croaked with effort. Although she could still, just about, manage to speak Susan found that she was no longer able to move, in fact she was completely paralysed! Amora Du Vine mouth twitched upward at one corner in a sly, crooked smile.

“It was your tea Mrs Richards…” explained her gloating host ”I had it laced with a powerful mind controlling potion made from mystic herbs from the Garden of The Norns. You are now completely under my control... STAND UP!”

Before she was even aware of what she was doing Susan found herself obeying her command. Unable anymore to exert the slightest control over her own body she jerked quickly to her feet and stood rigidly to attention, swaying slightly, her hands hanging loosely down by her sides.

“There... that’s much better. The effect will wear off in about ten minutes but, by then, it will be much too late.” Said Amora Du Vine arising from behind her desk. Susan noticed that her body language, her whole demeanour, had altered. She was now fairly stalking towards Susan, with a sinister gloating expression on her otherwise beautiful face that made Susan's skin crawl.

“So, now that there is no further need for any dissimulation I will remove the slight fait from your eyes that has prevented you from recognising me and resume my more familiar guise.”

As she spoke a green mist began billowing up from the floor, cloaking her body and, as she stepped through it, her shapely form shimmered and her earthly raiment seemed to melt and reform, resolving into a exotic costume resembling an elaborate emerald swim suit, cut low enough at the front to show off her impressive décolletage and cut high enough at her hips that it left all of her long, well toned legs bare.

Her flowing blonde hair was now confined by the twin pointed, crown like headdress which adorned her brow. The whole ensemble managed to look both regal and startlingly erotic simultaneously.

“Oh my God! Now I recognise you…” exclaimed Susan, her powers of speech now unaffected but her body still stubbornly refusing to obey her mental commands. “You’re The Enchantress! The wicked Asgardian sorceress and member of the ‘Masters of Evil.”

“I am indeed my fair little mortal captive. And now, I suppose, you would like an explanation of why I have gone to so much trouble to entrap you… Yes?”

“Allow me to explain… Once, a few years ago, at the very start of our career, the accursed Avengers managed to defeat the Masters of Evil by switching opponents. Learning from this setback we proposed using a variation on that strategy to in turn defeat them. So, at this very moment, the Frightful Four are launching their attack on the Avengers whilst the Masters of Evil set about the task of defeating the Fantastic Four. Imagine my surprise and delight when I discovered that I had drawn you as my opponent. And now...”

The enchantress pressed another button on her desk console and a circular panel slid soundlessly open on the highly polished desk top. A small device resembling a satellite dish with an ominous looking central ray projecting from it then arose with a faint mechanical hum.

“This little device was invented by the Wingless Wizard a few years ago... He calls it a C.P.N. a Cosmic Power Neutraliser. He abandoned the project because he believed it was far too slow to work on a rapidly moving target. But... That’s not a problem at the moment is it?”

As she began to adjust some of the controls on her desk console the disc swung around and homed in on the paralysed Susan. It then began to emit a broad beam of bright emerald light. As she was bathed in this sickly green radiance Susan began to feel weak and nauseous, her body started to shiver with involuntary spasms and all her bones and muscles began to ache. If not for the Enchantress hypnotic compulsion she would have collapsed onto the floor in a limp heap. As the ordeal continued her teeth started to chattered and her sight grew dim as the power draining ray continued to draining all the strength and power from her shuddering body. Suddenly, to her intense relief, it was switched off. Susan didn’t think she could have survived another second longer.

“There!” announced the Enchantress. “That’s taken you down a peg or two. Your powers have now been permanently drained. You are no longer the famous ‘Invisible Woman’ merely plain old Susan Storm Richards, just another dull and powerless specimen of the feeble human race. And, as such, it almost doesn’t seem fair to continue to punish you... but… I have my orders…”

Barely able to think straight any more Susan marshalled all her will power to try focus on turning herself invisible to test the veracity of the Enchantress’s statement. But her all too solid (and voluptuous) flesh refused to fade away. Her powers were gone! Was this a temporary effect? Or permanent? Susan couldn’t even guess.

“So...now for the fun part!” exclaimed the Enchantress snapping her fingers. Instantly she and Susan were both magically completely naked. Susan tried to raise her hands to cover her modesty, but they still remained obstinately down by her sides. The Enchantress approached her paralysed captive like a spider approaching an unfortunate fly trapped in her web, until she was stood face to face with Susan, their breasts now touching; their nipples rubbing against one another. Susan could feel the heat radiating from her captor’s warm body.

“Now then...before the effect of my potion wear off I will ensure your complete and permanent obedience to my commands…” she said, her hand soft caressing Susan's chin and gently forcing Susan's head up until she was forced to meet her dominant, hypnotic stare. “And do you know how I am going to do that... humm? Well, my pretty, as you probably aware, my greatest power is that whomsoever I kiss falls instantly under my spell… hopelessly and completely in love with me. But, what I’ll bet you didn’t know is that it works just as well on women as it does on men!”

So saying she grabbed Susan’s face roughly in both hands and planted a passionate smacker full upon her luscious lips. For a second all time seemed to stand still, then, suddenly, Susan began to return her kiss with equal ardour. Her arms, now freed from the paralysis spell, immediately rose up to hug and caress the Enchantress’s naked torso.

Susan’s long left leg slid up against the Asgardian’s smooth outer thigh as the two women continued running their hands hungrily over each other’s nubile bodies. Lost in a wild bewitching rapture Susan was already moaning and gasping, her breath coming out in little pants of hot feral lust. The evil Asgardian’s magic spell had done it’s work all too well and Susan had been involuntarily converted into a hopeless lesbian submissive, totally enslaved to her new mistress and burning with an all consuming desire for her more than perfect body.

Abruptly the Enchantress broke away from this passionate clinch and stepped back. Susan stumbled towards her, arms outstretched to continue their embrace, but the much stronger Asgardian was easily able to fend her off.

“No, my pet... No!...That’s enough! Not here... come with me.”

And then, with an arm wrapped companionly around Susan's slim naked waist, the Enchantress led her hypnotised captive towards a door at the other end of the spacious office.

“I have had the adjacent office refitted out to my own specifications in anticipation of our little tête-à-tête this afternoon…” She explained as the door swung open to reveal a sumptuous boudoir complete with expensive carpets, a king sized four poster bed, mirrored ceilings, and another large full figure mirror which stood over in one corner of the room.

The pair approached the bed and the evil immortal abruptly flung the mesmerised Invisible Woman roughly upon the soft silk sheets with one powerful thrust of her hand.

“And now, my little pet... I can enjoy you at my leisure." said the triumphant villainess, and, with that, she gave a quick, lazy flick of her wrist behind her and the door swung shut with a loud SLAM!... the key then turning all by itself in the lock... KLICK! Susan was now locked inside the room with her!

The renegade demi goddess turned back to gloat hungrily down at her naked prize, who was lying sprawled out before her upon the bed. Susan made no attempt to cover herself but simply smiled dreamily back up at her mistress, adoration glowing in her love sick eyes.

“You see my dear…” Continued the Enchantress, beginning to breathe heavily herself as her passion arose. “We immortals tend to develop very wide sexual tastes as the crushing boredom of eternity drives us to seek out fresh sensations and experiences, and I myself have acquired quite a taste for you poor fragile mortals, and have come to derive great pleasure from ravishing both men and women... As I will now ravish you!”

Then, with one agile leap, she was crouched astride Susan's torso, gazing down into her infatuated captive’s eyes. Her long blonde hair cascading down in a shimmering curtain as she fell to kissing the hungrily responsive Susan upon her face and neck, slowly working down to her shoulders as the two began to caress each other more energetically, but, with the on top Enchantress still obviously the one very much in charge.

Any observer (or rather voyeur) would have been hard pressed to tell these two entwined blonde beauties apart, although Susan was perhaps a shade paler skinned and fuller figured. The Enchantress had by now progressed to fondling Susan's large rounded breasts, lathing the stiff aching nipples with her flickering snakelike tongue and causing the recipient of this treatment to writhe and groan with pleasure. Then she spat down upon Susan's flat stomach and commenced to spread the clear sliver around with her tongue, before moving further down Susan's raunging body to begin kissing and softly biting the smooth flesh of her inner thighs

“Ohh GODDDD!” Groaned Susan as the Enchantress’ more than humanly long tongue plunged right into her wet pussy. This seemly endless appendage then slowly slithered even further out of her violators’ mouth, delving deeper and deeper inside Susan, filling her to capacity.

“OHHH... YESS… YESS!” She cried, her slim fingers entwined upon the bedding, gathering up small handfuls of silk as they convulsively clenched into tight little fists. Her back arched off the bed as keening shriek of rapture escaped her lips. The enchantress had brought Susan to orgasm for the first time… but not the last! As she was expertly licked out, Susan was force to cum again... and again... and again…

The Enchantress really got off on watching this puny little flesh puppet dance to her tune, flopping and writhing around on the sweat soaked sheets as her body was pushed far beyond it’s physical limits. When the Enchantress was satisfied that she had conclusively proved her total dominance over the helpless Susan she decided it was time for a turn about.

“And now... my dear …” She growled, positioning her own perfect pussy directly over Susan's flushed and perspiring face. “...show me how well you can lick!”

After what seemed to the renegade Asgardian to have been an all too brief period of love making, But which had actually been, as far as the human (all too human) Invisible Woman was concerned, an exhausting, sweaty, three hour long fuck marathon. She finally disentangled herself from her quiescent conquest and stood up, leaving Susan gasping and panting upon the rumpled blankets, lost in a delirium of total sexual overload.

“Get up slut.” ordered the Enchantress gesturing peremptorily for her to rise. The weary Susan pushed herself up from the wet steaming sheets, still breathing heavily and glistening with perspiration, and then, staggering ungainly upon wobbly legs, she padded after her new mistress. The immortal dominatrix led her across the room and made her stand in front of the tall ornate looking dressing mirror. Positioning Susan as if she were some compliant life sized doll.

As Susan gazed at her reflection in the mirror she once again concentrated hard upon turning invisible… but nothing happened! Her reflection remained stubbornly visible. It was the inescapable truth... her powers had gone for good!

“Now then… do you love me Susan?” said the Enchantress standing behind Susan and placing her hands gently upon her captives’ shoulders.

“Oh yes mistress.” replied her zombified victim dreamily, her eyes still glassy and unfocused.

“Well then... whatever I decide to do to you, that must be what you wish for as well... mustn't it? I mean, whatever I do to you... you must agree that that is what you deserve... yes?”

“Oh yes my mistress.” Gasped Susan again, sighing in ecstasy. “Please do unto me however you see fit my queen! I place myself willingly into your hands. Your will is my will! Do with me as thou wilt.” Even as she mouthed these strange words Susan's entrapped will was still struggling in vain to assert even the slightest control over her own words or actions. But it was like she was in a dream that she was unable to wake up from.

“You know Susan…” Continued the Enchantress, kissing her helpless subject softly upon her bare shoulders and playing absentmindedly with her long blonde hair. “You are a very beautiful woman... almost rivalling a goddess like myself in beauty... and... I'm not at all sure that I like that... we gods can be very jealous you know...”

“Of course...” she continued whispering into Susan's ear “the beauty of you mortals is, at best, very ephemeral and transient, in only another forty years or so you’ll be a withered up old crone. Mayhap I could cast a spell to speed that process along a bit... hum?” She was pleased to feel a shudder of fear run throughout Susan's naked body.

“But no... There is a different fate in store for you, my dear. For the moment all I want you to do is just stand there and admire your lovely body… for the last time…” she added sinisterly. “After all... I wouldn’t want you to miss any of this.”

So saying she walked over to the bedside cabinet and opened one of the drawers, reached inside, she drew out a thin stick much like a black board pointer or magician’s wand.

“Do you know what this is my dear Susan?” she asked, smiling wickedly “Well… I’ll admit, I would be surprised if you did. This is ‘The Wand of Circe’, another enchantress… albeit from a different, parallel Parthenon, and it has some really fascinating magical properties... allow me to demonstrate.”

So saying she approached her helpless victim again and began to wave it around in front of the passive mesmerised Susan as if she was conducting an orchestra. She then quickly touched Susan lightly on either side of her head. Susan made no attempt to defend herself.

The ex Invisible Woman instantly felt her ears start to tingle and burn, and then as she gazed in astonishment and horror at her reflection in the mirror, she could see their tips starting to part the waves of hair at the sides of her head as they grew rapidly larger. As she watched in stunned disbelief they continued growing bigger and bigger, changing their shape until finally they resemble nothing more than the huge wing like ears of a hog.

Next the Enchantress tapped Susan sharply on the end of her pert little nose and it to immediately began to swell and turn up, pulling Susan's upper lip away from her teeth until it looked as if she had a hair lip, the now huge nostrils gaping wide as the whole nose broadened and spread out over Susan's face, magically transformed into the pug like, wrinkled snout of a pig.

The Enchantress stepped back to admire the effect.

“Ohhh! Imagine having to go through the rest of your life sporting a deformity like that! Urghhh!” She exclaimed excitedly with a pretended shiver “It doesn’t bare thinking about, does it Susan?”

Susan yelped as the Enchantress quickly flicked her wand across the tips of her breasts, and, somewhat belatedly, placed her hands over them as if to protect them.

What hideous transformation was now in store for Susan's prize mams?

Within seconds Susan became aware of four small burning spots of discoloured skin that had suddenly appeared upon her lower torso. They resembled large insect bites and seemed to be aligned in a roughly symmetrical, regular pattern, two just under her rib cage, directly underneath each breast, and two more exactly beneath them this time about two inches above her belly button.

These ‘pimples’ rapidly grew in size until they became recognisable as identical copies of Susan's nipples and areolas. The skin underneath them beginning to fatten and bulge out as the mounds of small breasts started to form.

“Nooooo!” wailed Susan as she realised what was happening. She began dancing around in a state of high anxiety whilst her body underwent further transmogrification.

In less than half a minute her transformation was complete and Susan was now sporting a superb set of udders, six identical tities arranged in three pairs.

“Nooo!” screamed a distraught Susan “You’ve turned me into a freak!” she kept running her trembling hands compulsively over her extra dugs as if to confirm their reality. “I-I look like some kind of... of... f-farm animal!”

In one way at least Susan had little to complain about, as each of these new breasts was just as beautiful and shapely as her original pair... it was just that she now had four surplus to requirement.

The Enchantress took no notice of Susan’s outraged protests and now lightly tapped each of her hands in turn. Immediately Susan's hands began to shake uncontrollably and, in a disturbingly symbolic occurrence, her wedding ring flew off the trembling finger of her left hand and landed with a ting on the floor. Both her hands continued to rapidly change shape, the two outside fingers and her thumb on each hand began to shrink and wither away even as she watched. At the same time her second and index fingers grew much larger and broader, the nails thickening and lengthening. Susan's other digits continued to shrivel and diminish until they fell back into place behind the expanding two middle fingers which were now practically all that remained of her hands. Hands? No, not hands… Susan no longer possessed hands, just a pair of pig like trotters. She stared at her new transmogrified appendages with stunned horror and disbelief.

Preoccupied by her brand new set of hooves she was unaware of what the Enchantress was now doing until she suddenly felt a sharp tap behind her on her coccyx and, as she swivelled her head around with a swish of blonde hair to look over her shoulder in alarm, she notice that something was now growing from the base of her spine. Twisting frantically around to observe her own butt in the mirror she could see that a long curly tail had sprouting out from her rear. Susan gave a further shriek of horror as she watched the tail continued to grow and start to curl around itself of its own accord, twitching and writhing about, seemingly with a life of its own.

“Oh No! Please... stop this! Stop this…” She pleaded hysterically.

But the Enchantress just laughed cruelly and pointed her wand at Susan's feet. There was a flash of magical energy and Susan felt something like a an sharp electrical shock running up her trembling legs as her small dainty feet began to undergo the same hideous transformation as had her hands. Some of her toes shrinking back whilst others pushed forward and grew broader. Susan tumbled over, unable to maintain her balance on her rapidly deforming feet. And, as she lay there on her back, she could only look down in panic past her wobbling multiple breasts at her wildly kicking feet as they finished their horrific transformation into a pair of pig like trotters.

“NOOOOO!!” she wailed as she struggled to regain her feet, but all she managed to achieve was just some drunken looking skittering around on the carpeted floor. It was now impossible for her to keep her balance on her mutated legs and she realised that from now on she would be condemned to crawl around on her front trotters and knees. The Invisible Woman was now a quadruped!

The Enchantress squatted down next to her. “Well my dear... what do you think of your new body? Aren’t we a pretty little piglet now eh?”

“It’s h-horrible...sob…” Wailed Susan in terrible distress, trying desperately to crawl away from the gloating immortal, the tears streaming unashamedly down her face. “You can’t mean to...to l-leave me like this?!… You can’t!… I beg of you... t-turn me back!”

“Oh I can’t do that my dear... I’ve only just started with you… Now! One more thing... I want you to say "I will love you forever mistress Amora”… do you think you can you do that for me? Please?”

Still sick with love for the evil demi goddess Susan had no choice but to comply... “I I will love… you... Sob... Forever... mistress Amora.” she croaked.

“Thank you Susan, that was all I wanted to hear you say... and, incidentally, they shall be the last words that you will ever utter!”

So saying her wand flicked out again, this time striking Susan lightly on the throat “Wha-” said Susan and then. ”Hur... hur...oink!… H-oink!… skweeeee! Grunt... grunts...squeeeeee… squeeeeeeealll!”

A shrill cacophony of unintelligible pig like grunts and squeals was all that erupted from Susan’s throat as she realised with horror that she could no longer talk! She had been deprived of the power of human speech! From now on, she would only be able express herself with animal like grunts.

“Well Susan I’m afraid that since I have made all these bizarre alterations in you I no longer find you attractive… So now I will release you from the enchantment of my kiss.”

With that the evil sorceress bent down and kissed the tips of two of her own fingers, then held then to Susan's pig like snout. Instantly Susan felt as if a veil had been lifted from her mind and found that her will was once again her own. She was now finally able to exert normal control over her body... Now that it was tragically far, far too late!

Susan squirmed in misery and despair as the fully realisation of the horrible violation that had been perpetrated on her once beautiful body hit home. She had been transformed into some kind of grotesque half girl-half pig hybrid! Then she noticed that the evil immortal was approaching her again, this time with a strange set of implements in her hand.

“And now for the final touches.” said the Enchantress and before Susan could fully gather her wits and react (she was naturally still a bit shook up by the recent turn of events, poor thing!) her brand new snout had been seized by a pair of sharp metal callipers, one curved pincer going up each wide nostril. She squealed loudly in pain. Blood gushing out everywhere as the Enchantress forcefully snapped the two pincers together thereby piercing Susan's septum with the sharp metal blades. She then inserted large steel ring through the bloody hole and clipped it shut with a pair of pliers.

“There now... that didn’t hurt too much did it?” She cooed in false sympathy, wiping Susan's nose clean of gore with an iodine socked cloth.

“After all... What’s a piggywig without a ring through its nose, eh?”

Susan glared at her, now unable to communicate her outrage and hatred with anything other than her tear reddened eyes. As the Enchantress attached a thin gold chained to the nose ring Susan could guess all too well what future humiliation she was planning for her. In future she would have to endure the indignity of being led around on a lead. Like a pet pig with a ring through its nose.

. .”Now then…” continued the Enchantress standing up and giving the chain a gentle tug. “In case you are so foolish as to still be entertain any faint hopes of rescue... I’m afraid you’re in for a disappointment. Everyone in this resort has been is under my hypnotic spell for weeks now and I’ve arranged things so that once we leave here a post hypnotic command will activate and wipe all their memories completely clean. So that if any of your surviving team-mates do arrive here to investigate your disappearance no one will be able to recall anything about us, or furnish them with even the slightest clue to your whereabouts. You will have appeared to have simply vanished into thin air. So now, my little ‘Miss Piggy’... I believe it is time for us to take our leave.”

Then, with a casual snap of her fingers, the powerful sorceress ripped a hole in the fabric of reality and began to stroll towards it.

“C’malong my fat little piglet…” she said, grinning and giving Susan a sharp and painful flick of encouragement upon her buttocks with the slim switch of her wand.

“It’s time for you to go “Wee wee wee” all the way to your new home!” then she strode through the gap in the space time continuum, tugging sharply on the lead, and thus forcing the naked and transmogrified Susan to follow her, with her cute new curly tail wiggling away behind her.

Oh No! What a disastrous turn of events! What further degradations are in store for Susan Richards?... stay tuned.

Marcus.

Postscript;

I did originally write up all The Enchantress’ dialogue in faux Shakespearian ala Thor. Y’know, all ‘Doths’ and ‘Thous’ but it just wasn’t working. So I converted it back into the modern idiom. So, sue me! Okay.