Moonstone's Henchwomen Get Sue Storm Hot And Bothered

Sue Storm was wary as she entered the American Museum of Natural History—but not invisible. She wanted the security guards, staff, and civilians to see her costume, to give her information or get out of the way as appropriate. Invisibility had its benefits, but sometimes visibility saved lives. So she charged through the door, in blue and white, a gigantic 4 emblazoned on her chest. Expecting to see Moonstone before the villain saw her.

The Invisible Woman had read Moonstone's S.H.I.E.L.D. file. She knew that the villain normally worked alone, or sometimes in a group as with the Dark Avengers or Masters of Evil. There was no record of her using henchwomen or hired help.

Which is why she wasn't prepared when she saw the three buxom women in gold-and-white costumes dismantling the security around a display of moon rocks.

Criminals! Sue thought, and brought up one hand. With a gesture, an invisible cylinder slammed into them and knocked them down. A little shudder of excitement went through Sue, a thrill that was more than adrenaline.

Too caught up in the action to notice the fifth henchwoman behind her.

A cloth, damp with some chemical, was pressed against the Invisible Woman's face. With practiced efficiency, a hand grabbed at Sue's wrist and bent it back in an arm bar. Sue recognized the move—evidence of police training—and recognized too the way that brief whiff of chemicals made her dizzy and her vision to begin to tunnel. Chloroform.

Sue instantly went limp, holding her breath. The henchwoman should have held the chloroform-soaked cloth over her face longer, to ensure that Sue was asleep. Instead, she pulled it away to support the heroine's sudden dead weight. The other henchwomen picked themselves up approached gently.

"What do we do with her?" One said.

"I'm not being paid enough to kill supes," another said. "Let's tie her up, stick her in a closet, and finish the job."

"Maybe we should strip her?" a third added. "Might have some surprises in that costume."

"You just want to see her tits," the first said.

"We should ask the boss. She could be a useful bargaining chip. Take her back to the hideout—" Number three said.

"That's not the job," Number two, the professional one added.

"She's right," the fourth one, who had ambushed Sue said. "First, get the rocks. Then we'll figure what to do with Cape Cunt here."

Sue Storm, feigning unconsciousness, felt her heart hammer and cunny clench. Plans ripped through her mind, as the brief brush with chloroform left her. She could take out all four of these henchwomen easily. Yet maybe there was potential in seeing what their plans were—who knows? Maybe they'd even tie her up...