Porkum & Sue Have Already Left

"No life signs in the building," Reed Richards said, voice tight. He went first. A web of scanning devices attached to his body. Scouring the dark rooms for information. Traces of radiation. DNA.

Lots of DNA.

Roaches crawled across the floor of Porkum's lair. Feasting on ancient remnants of a dozen take-out Chinese containers and pizza crusts, drowning themselves in the spilled puddles of beer and liquor. The room didn't just reek of sex. Every surface was coated with a scum. Dried rivulets ran down the walls, where Sue's pictures were pinned behind glass.

They found some of her clothes there too. Panties stiff with semen. The scowl in Mister Fantastic's face seemed carved in stone. Ben Grimm hung back, trembling with barely contained rage, like a volcano about to go off. Johnny couldn't take it. He had to fly up to the rooftop, white flames licking about his body as he resisted the urge to wipe this place off the face of the Earth with a nova blast.

"They're gone," Reed said. "And they've been gone. They must have abandoned this place yesterday, before we came back. Porkum knew we would be coming."

"So whatta we do?" Ben Grimm rumbled.

"Protect Franklin and Valeria. We don't know what Porkum is after, but with Sue under his control, he may try to head back to the Baxter Building. I've already changed our passwords and security, but—"

"—but Suzie knows how it works," Ben said. "She's too powerful. We gotta bring other people in on this. Get 'em looking for her. The X-Men, they got that Cerebro. Might be able to track this Porkum bastard down. If not...the telepaths...S.H.I.E.L.D...Doctor Strange got that Orb of Agamotto..."

"Yes," Reed said. Yet there was little hope in his voice.

"And what is your plan now?" Doctor Doom's hologram hovered over Porkum's smartphone.

The back-up safehouse was in New Jersey. A little farmhouse on the edges of the Pine Barrens. Quiet. Serene. Boring. Sue Storm lay asleep on the bed, his latest load oozing out of her ass. She slept a lot these days. Sometimes, at night, she cried. But his control held. There were nights he woke up to find her sucking the tip of his cock. Eyes placid as a cow's chewing its cud.

"You wanted the Fantastic Four broken," Porkum said. "So we hide, we run. Keep a step ahead. It'll take awhile, but the stress will break 'em down. Every time they think they're gettin' over the loss, we send 'em a little reminder. Tear that wound wide open. Years-long psychological ****."

The mutant pig-man reached down and scratched his balls. This wasn't his usual play. Normally, he'd get bored of a super-slut, send her back to hubby after a while. Build his own criminal empire. But he was in a strange world...and if Doom was willing to fund his little spree, that would work.

"You must eliminate any hope," Doctor Doom said, his voice cold. "Lay low, for now. I will seek to cover your trail. But they will come for you. And when they do, you must be ready to move."

Porkum chuckled. One hand slapped the Invisible Woman's ass. He gave it a squeeze. She half-whimpered, half-moaned in her sleep. He thought about the pair of her jizz-soaked panties that had been left behind for her simp of a husband to find. The pig-man gave a nasty grin. He would show that cuck what a nasty slut his wife was. Break him down.

Until there was nothing left.