Not Well

The BluRay played in the Baxter Building's communication suite. Johnny Storm and Ben Grimm stood behind Reed Richards, who was seated at the console. Alicia Masters was with Franklin and Valeria. The three men watched grimly as Sue Storm worshipped her master's cock. Even with the pig-man's cum streaming down her face, she was beautiful. Reed's heart ached.

"How did it come?" Ben Grimm grumbled.

"Teleporter. One-shot. I traced the matter-stream to Queens. Spider-Man found the device, but whoever sent it was long gone," Reed said.

"Any luck on finding her?" Johnny said, not because he expected a different answer, but for something to say.

"No. I expanded the search parameters. Not on Earth or in any adjacent dimension I can trace," Reed said. He took a deep breath. "There are a few places I can't scan. The innermost vaults of Stark Tower. Wakanda. Latveria. Project Pegasus. Some mystical locations. And that's assuming she's in one place; they could be moving her."

Ben slammed a stony fist against the wall. There were a line of dents there.

"All the power we got," he grumbled. "And we can't even protect our own!"

Reed said nothing. The impotence of the moment ate at him. There had been little sleep, the last few weeks. His efforts to find his wife were ****. The more so because of the taunting videos this Porkum kept sending him.

"What if we...asked for help?" Johnny said, carefully. "Iron Man. S.H.I.E.L.D. Doctor Strange. They have access to resources we don't."

Reed scratched at his beard.

"We don't know who is behind this. Who we can trust. And we don't want her...embarrassment...to spread to the whole wide world. She wouldn't want that."

"We gotta do somethin'," Ben said as he stared at the screen. Sue Storm was on her knees, spreading her ass open with an invisible **** field, the better to take the huge pink prick that slid into her guts. Her moans of sexual pleasure were like acid to his soul.

"There is one option," Reed said, and he stood up carefully. His skin was spare on his elastic body, ribs visible even through his uniform, which hung loose on his frame. Mister Fantastic hadn't been eating. "Though he won't want to help. Ben, get the rocket ready."

"Where we goin'?" The Thing said.

"The Moon," Reed said. "The Watcher sees everything. He knows where Sue is. And he's going to tell us. Even if I have to tear that information out of his brain."