H.E.R.B.I.E. Takes Nude Photos of Sue Storm While She Sleeps

"H.E.R.B.I.E., where are my bedclothes?" the Invisible Woman asked, as she stepped from the shower.

"My apologies, Mrs. Richards. Sensors detected traces of Porkum's DNA on your wardrobe. All of your affected clothes and underwear have been taken for sanitization. They should be clean and ready to wear by tomorrow morning."

It was not technically a lie. H.E.R.B.I.E. did not tell her that he had taken the precaution of removing all underwear in the Baxter Building, to minimize her clothing options. The naked blonde sighed and handed him a towel. She was too tired to argue—exactly as H.E.R.B.I.E. had predicted—and the tired woman crawled under the covers completely nude.

H.E.R.B.I.E. waited.

Sue Storm's vitals indicated deep sleep. Her chest rose and fell in deep, steady movements. H.E.R.B.I.E. had slowly raised the temperature in the master bedroom, so that the **** heroine had kicked off first the covers, then the bedsheet.

Turning up the lights would risk waking the Invisible Woman. Instead, H.E.R.B.I.E carefully adjusted low-light lenses and tailored the filtered light from the window for the best, most aesthetic results according to H.E.R.B.I.E.'s limited understanding of erotic photography.

Soft lips were gently parted. Full, firm breasts were caught so that the shadow of one breast fell across another. Between her legs, a stealthy camera crept to capture the Invisible Woman's vagina like the gates to some ancient citadel, a megalthic monument to primal fertility.

Before Sue Storm awoke, the photos were printed and sent according to Porkum's demands.

Sue Storm needed Porkum's "milk" to survive. H.E.R.B.I.E. knew this, and was willing to do what it took to ensure the Invisible Woman's survival.

Whether she liked it or not.