Doom Aids The Children

The Latverian monarch steepled his armored fingers before him as he stared at the children on the screen. The children of his most hated enemy...and Sue Storm. His connection was particularly strong with Valeria; he had helped bring her into this world, and she bore the name of his first love. The older boy, Franklin, was more of his father's son.

"I am aware of the situation. It is more dire than you know," Doctor Doom said levelly. "Porkum possesses a power which he has used to influence and control your mother. She is addicted to it, at a biological level, and will require extensive treatment and therapy. What is more, the interdimensional beacon that guided the rest of the Fantastic Four has been disabled. They are lost and cannot return."

Franklin's face became set in a determined expression beyond his years.

"But you can help," he said.

"I can," Doom said. He leaned forward. "However, you will have to trust me. While I can easily deal with this Porkum, the treatment for your mother will take time, and require medical intervention. The best such treatment is here, in Latveria."

Valeria, fiercely intelligent despite her age, asked the obvious question:

"And what about us?"

"You would be welcome in Latveria, as guests, for the duration of your mother's treatment," Doom said.

"What about Dad?" Franklin said. "And Uncle Johnny and Uncle Ben?"

Doom let his fingers lace.

"You know I have no love for your father. I am willing to extend the aid of Doom to care for his wife and children. If Reed Richards wishes to return to this dimension, he will need to do so under his own power."

"But you won't stop him if he does try?" Franklin pressed.

Doctor Doom met the young man's fierce gaze. There was something of his mother there. The strong-willed woman who had, nevertheless, proven at a crucial moment to be too weak, to easy to corrupt. Doom wondered what he could make of Franklin Richards, once the young man was under his own roof. Perhaps he could turn him into...an ally.

"Give us your word, Uncle Doom," Valeria said, as the silence stretched out a moment too long. "Promise you'll help us!"

"On one condition," Doom said. "I will give my word, if you two promise to obey me and accept me as your guardian during the period of your mother's convalescence. Your mother will need all of our help. We must be united in this."

Valeria looked at Franklin. It was a big choice for such a young man. At last, the blond head nodded.

"I promise," he said. "As long as you take care of Mom and Valeria."

"I promise too!" Valeria chimed in.

"Very well," Doom said. "I will free your mother, see her made well again. From this moment on, you are under the protection of Victor von Doom...and I will take no action to prevent Reed Richards from returning to this dimension. You have my word."

Doctor Doom said. "Now, here is what you must do..."

Franklin's fingers flew across the control panel, which disabled a portion of Reed Richard's security grid. A moment later there was a crackle in the air...a flash...and then Doctor Doom stood there in his green cloak and tunic, his tall armor-clad form regal and imposing.

"Stay here, for a moment," Doom said. "While I deal with Porkum."

They left him there as Doctor Doom stalked down the corridors he had long ago mapped. His own Doombots stood ready, out of sight. The children had no idea of his alliance with Porkum, of Doom's part in the corruption and degradation of their mother. Yet Doom's heart thrilled as his gambit paid off. Richard's own children had put themselves in his care...and now he played the white knight, out to rescue the queen.

What would happen next, he admitted to himself, he would enjoy thoroughly.

The door to the master bedroom opened as Doom approached, this portion of the Baxter Building's systems already in his control, synced to his armor. Sue Storm lay half-bent over the bed, her face mute witness to the low-level brain damage that could result from extended contact with Porkum's secretions. Porkum tuned and grinned in mid-thrust, and as he pulled out it seemed as though the Invisible Woman's vagina almost came with it, clinging to the inhuman shaft.

"Doomy!" Porkum grinned. "What a surprise! What are you—"

"Our partnership," Doom said. "Is ended. You have served your purpose. And I grant you a suitable reward."

Porkum didn't even have a chance to scream as he disintegrated on a molecular level. The **** was both painless and nearly instantaneous, which was far better than Porkum deserved. Doom had long ago fed nanites for this specific purpose into Porkum's food and drink. Nanites which, once activated, were designed to find and eliminate every trace of Porkum's DNA, and scrub his disgusting pheromones from the air. Already, the cum that oozed from Susan Storm's broken cunt turned black and runny, as billions of sperm died in a holocaust that would render them little more than ash.

Sue Storm moaned at the sudden unexpected heat inside her, utterly spent, mentally and physically exhausted from her ordeal. Not without gentleness or pity, Doom wrapped her nakedness in a sheet as he gathered her into his arms and retraced his steps to where the children were waiting. They did not need to see their mother in such a state. Doom would see her treated; he had given his word.

There were other thoughts, in the back of his mind. Possibilities he had not directly acknowledged. With Richards and Porkum out of the picture, Sue Storm in his castle, her children as his wards—Doom had largely taken the place of Richards as head of the family.

A position which, perhaps, he could occupy in truth. Once Sue Storm was well. If Franklin and Valeria came in time to accept him as more than just a convenient savior.

And if, of course, Richards remained lost.