Days

"Mommy? When can we come home?"

Franklin's voice was plaintive. The Invisible Woman's heart leaped into her chest.

"Your father gets home soon, dear," she said. "We...we have some things to work out. I'll let you know as soon as I do. I...have to go now. I love you."

Not a word of that was a lie. Yet it was still a betrayal. The video call showed Sue Storm dressed in her Fantastic Four uniform, prim and proper as always. Franklin wouldn't understand if he saw her mother as she really was. Her naked body riding up and down on Porkum's cock. Rivulets of jizz ran down her shaking thighs. Her hand went to her stomach as her vaginal muscles fluttered.

Porkum's sexual demands had been nearly constant. Even in the few hours Sue had been allowed some respite from the mutant pig-man's cock to eat and keep up appearances, her sore cunny was constantly dripping with his spunk, a stinking mess of dried and goopy jizz. A part of her wondered if she would even see her next period. A deeper, darker part of her hoped she had seen her last. Her hand touched her still-flat stomach and thought of the wicked dreams she had been having, of bearing litter after litter of the pig-man's children.

She had been almost oblivious to the work of the Doombots. They had meticulously gone over every square millimeter of Reed's laboratory, and were building...something. She didn't know the details. Porkum kept her occupied. His perverse mind was never at a loss for some new game or perversion. Lost in a constant pheromonal haze, the outside world had increasingly seemed a dim memory, as her world shrank down to the bedroom, a literal pigsty now, where she daily betrayed her husband with the licentious mutant.

Yet once, she was sure, she caught a glimpse of Doom—the real Doom—and wondered what hand he had in all of this.

"That's odd," Reed said. His tired eyes alighted on the sensor readout. During his trip, he had not shaved, and his beard had grown in. The long nights and little sleep had wasted his slim frame, and some of the skin hung from his muscles. He needed a good meal, sleep, a shower, to hug his children and kiss his wife. Johnny Storm and Ben Grimm were in little better shape, though the stoic Thing looked less the worst for wear.

"What is it Strech?" Ben said. He shifted his bulk carefully in the close confines of the ship, to stare over Reed's shoulder.

"Our access to the home portal is denied," Reed said, his eyebrows furrowed. "Someone's changed the password."

It was at that moment that a hail came through.

The visage of Sue Storm on the screen was heartaching. Exactly as Reed had left her. The golden hair, the blue eyes, the pale skin and full lips.

"Reed," she said. "I...I have to tell you something. I haven't been happy in our marriage. We've had our good times, and I love our children, but sexually you've been...a disappointment. I haven't been satisfied in bed in years. While you've been gone, I...I met someone else. Someone that can do for me what you cannot."

A tumult of emotions crossed her face, followed by a look Reed knew too well. Determination.

"A divorce...would be hard on everyone. Especially the children. I think...I think it would be better if you just...didn't come back. Then we can move on with our lives. I can...I can remarry. The children can have a new father. One that's there for them instead of in the lab all the time. And...brothers and sisters. So many siblings. I always wanted a big family..."

"Sue! Sue this is madness!" Reed said, his voice raised in pitch and volume. His body distorted as he screamed at the screen. "You can't! I—"

The transmission cut off. Mister Fantastic's body shivered, and his flesh seemed to droop off of his bones.

"She...oh no. She didn't just change the access code. Somehow she destroyed the interdimensional beacon!" Reed shook. "I don't know how to get home..."

Sue sank down before the viewscreen. There were tears in her eyes—and in her mixed-up head, she wasn't sure whether they were tears of joy or sadness. This betrayal had been particularly bitter. Even now, she imagined if she had a way to contact Reed, to tell him what happened, he would accept it—take her back...

"Dry your tears, babe," Porkum said. "After all, you have your children to think of. Follow through on our plans, and I guarantee they'll be taken care of."

"The...children. Yes," Sue said. That thought seemed to give her strength. "For the children."