Black Bolt

On this world, Black Bolt was chained up in a black leather gimp costume, almost identical to his garb on Earth-616. Standing behind him was his mistress Medusa, whipping his back with her long red hair.

She didn't need to show him she was superior, he could just shout really loudly while the other men could just stamp their feet or break things; even the teleporting dog put them to shame. No, she didn't need to show him she was superior, but she loved doing so oh so much.

She wished he would whisper, she wished he would scream, but he never would because that might destroy his beloved mistress and the poor mook loved his queen as much as she loved causing him pain.

Tired of whipping him out of shape, her hair gathered together at its ends, forming into a phallic shape.

Time to enter his hidden refuge.