A Latex Bodysuit

"Boss lady says she wants us to put her in the suit," Two said. "Keep the chloroform handy. This bitch breathes wrong, you put her back under."

Sue Storm lay as limp as a cat that doesn't want to be moved as the vehicle lurched to a stop and the four henchwomen carried her out. Yet she opened another pinhole in one eyelid. They were entering a warehouse. Parts of it seemed set up as a kind of studio, with cameras and a table and...that was both concerning and exciting...manacles. The women carried the naked heroine over to the table. As one leaned down toward her, Sue let the invisible pinhole fade.

"How long as she been out? Twelve minutes?" One said. "How long does it last?"

"Fifteen to twenty, depending on how much she breathed," Two said. "Mask, now."

Strong hands opened Sue Storm's mouth and slid a tube inside of her of some rigid material that prevented her from closing her jaw. The tube was attached to a hood, which went up and over the heroine's face and cinched to a collar around her neck. The Invisible Woman brought the pinhole back, but could only see darkness. She opened one eye. No change. So the mask had no eyeholes. That was interesting.

Her arms slid into a kind of jacket, though the Invisible Woman could still feel air on her bare breasts. She let the others proper her up, head lolling back as they strapped her in. Some kind of tight, latex straightjacket with a boob window.

Kinky, Sue Storm thought, feeling her nipples stiffen in the cool air. She wasn't the only one that noticed.

"I think she likes it," Three said, and two fingers pinched a thick, dark nipple.

"The suit isn't active yet," Two hissed. "Knocked it off and get her legs in."

Sue Storm's legs were pressed together and slid into a single tight tube, which cinched tight around mid-thigh, leaving her crotch and buttocks bare. More straps connected the bottom of the jacket to the top of the tube. The Invisible Woman could feel herself effectively immobilized, though she was certain she could cut her way out with invisible force fields in a second if she chose.

Though there was that 'active' comment. Sue wanted to chew her lip. Maybe she'd let this go too far. If they had power-suppressing technology, then this had ceased to be fun and become dangerous. Was it her imagination that she heard a click, like a plug being plugged in? Was the suit humming, or was that just her imagination? No, it was definitely time to...

The Invisible Woman was flipped onto her side. Her legs were Pressed up against her chest, just under her breasts, and more straps were applied. It wasn't exactly a comfortable position. but what concerned Sue most were the hands that pulled at her labia.

"Finally," Three said. "Dibs on her pussy."

"Dibs on the ass," Four said. "What a super-MILF..."

The heroine held her breath as she head the muffled sounds of masks and gloves being discarded, bulky costumed out of the way. She had to breathe in and out through her mouth, heart hammering in her chest as she felt warm fingers pry at her holes. The latex trapped the heat inside, so a blush felt like a fever in her flesh. Against her will, her muscles contracted, arms and legs straining against the latex shell and straps. Useless, for mere human strength.

Then the tongues attacked at once. Two probing, warm, soft muscles that lapped at her ass and cunt at once, like eager dogs searching for the last bit of peanut butter in a jar. It was all Sue could do not to make a sound. Thrilled and disgusted with herself by this strange situation. Wondering when she would escape...