Co-opted in latex

Wednesday was a normal day… well normalish, normalish for the Fantastic Four. Tony, Ben and Reed were installing an upgraded CAT scan machine in the radiology department while Johnny and Sue did a visit with the kids in the upper wards of the Children’s Hospital. A few kids wanted to meet Ben and Reed, but Johnny deflected with jokes about Ben being used to hold up the hospital for a while. Sue explained they were installing equipment and would be up when they were done. Of course, the Molemen had to attack, the kids watched as Spiderman, The Fantastic Four and Ironman all defended the hospital. Afterwards, Reed did a full inspection of the hospital for damage, which meant he met all the children, so there was that. Sue noted that that Parker guy taking pictures for the Daily Bugle had disappeared just before Spiderman showed up, but didn’t say anything. They had dinner at the tower before trying to relax for the night, only to get stuck on a conference call because Doom had issued a threat to all of the EU if they did not appoint him the permanent president of the organization.

*

“Hay Nat” Sue Storm-Richards grumbled as she came over to the open-air tables of the small Cuban coffee shop.

The red haired Russian woman pushed the paper coffee cup over to the empty seat and smiled at her friend.

“You look like you didn’t sleep well,” Nat noted before taking a sip of her own cup.

“We need to start charging people for after office hours consultations on Victor,” Sue said as she put her purse down and sat in the empty chair, “I get it, we are the experts of how he thinks and acts, but just tell him no, and call us or the Avengers when he tries some garbage.”

Nat chuckled.

“What are you doing today?” She asked as Sue took a tentative sip from the coffee.

“Oh, hot…” Sue sputtered for a half second, “Going to work with the lawyers about getting one of Reed’s latest do-dads patented.”

“Fair enough,” Nat smiled.

“What about you?” Sue asked before taking another sip.

“Nothing too big,” Nat said, “Steve, Clint and I got asked to go poke around about some street level folks that recently have been mentioned by more serious people.”

“So Sheild Business then?” Sue asked.

“Yep,” Nat said, “So for the rest of the day refer to me as Madame Klondike.”

Both women chuckled at the joke. Nat took another sip of her coffee before looking down the street.

“Everything good?” Sue asked.

“Yeah, just waiting for the boys so we can start checking with the knuckleheads,” Nat muttered, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Sue shrugged.

“Where did you get the shoes?” Nat asked.

Both women had looked each other over and Nat had dressed like the female detectives from Law and Order while Sue had dressed in a blue, black and silver accented skirt suit with similarly detailed shoes to match her skirt and belt.

“Oh, Jimmy Choo, custom made,” Sue took another sip, “A perk of being a public Identity.”

Sue’s status as a superhero was well known none of the Fantastic Four made any attempt to hide that. That meant that some times they were got ‘perks’, like the Jimmy Choo people making a model shoe based on her and ‘Serial Number 1” was custom made to fit her was an example she had no problem with.

“You know, I did over hear the team talking about making a ‘Black Widow’ boot in your honor,” Sue smirked teasing her more private friend.

“State would never allow it,” Nat shook her head, “They would qualify as lethal weapons by themselves.”

The pair chuckled at the joke as they noticed the movement to their left. Sue and Nat watched as the two men walked up to them and smiled.

“Hello ladies,” Clint smirked.

“Mrs Storm-Richards,” Steven nodded, “Miss Romanov.”

“How are you two doing?” Sue asked.

“Oh, you know,” Clint shrugged, “Getting into trouble when we have too.”

“Heard you had some uninvited guests at an even yesterday,” Steve said.

“Yeah, party crashers are no fun,” Sue rolled her eyes.

“Well, I hope you have a better day today madam,” Steve smiled.

“Good luck to you too,” Sue raised her cup, “I’ll give you a call later.”

“Later Sue,” Nat said getting up.

Clint waved.

*

The cab driver snapped his fingers and looked back at the three and pointed at Clint.

“You are that guy who played the second Jason Borne!” the Cab Driver said.

Nat looked at Clint with her dark sunglass covered eyes as Steven did likewise from the seat behind the driver.

“Yeah, you got me,” Clint said.

“What have you been in recently?” the Taxi driver asked.

“Stage plays…” Clint said.

“Really,” The Taxi driver said, “You folks going to do live show?”

“Naw, meet with a writer who locked himself in his apartment,” Clint smirked.

“Ah, I got a cousin that did that after he got mugged by aliens for the fifth time,” the Taxi driver said.

The taxi turned around a corner and came to a curb.

“Alright, it’s be….”

Nat held the four twenty-dollar bills in to the small window.

“Oh, let me get you your change miss.”

“No need,” She smiled as the three started shuffling out of the taxi.

The three stood on the sidewalk in front of the laundry mat. Steve looked up at the apartment above the laundry mat.

“There? No,” Nat said as she looked around, “Excuse me, I’ll catch up in a second.”

Steve and Clint looked where Nat was heading, it was a bodega across the street with some girls standing in front of it.

“What is she doing?” Steve asked.

“Recruiting,” Clint chuckled before slapping Steve’s shoulder, “This way, we’ll find him down here.”

Clint and Steve walked to the end of the building and down the alley way behind the building. There was an old black Ford Econoline van. Clint walked up and banged on the rear door. The door opened and a face glared at them.

“Hello Frank, we need your assistance,” Steve said recognizing Frank Castle.

The door slammed shut as he retreated back into the van. Steve looked at the POW sticker on the rear window of the van. The pair looked at each other and then looked around. Nat was coming around the corner of the building. Clint banged on the back of the van.

“Frank, this is a mater of national security,” Steve said.

The door opened just long enough to get a clear view of Frank’s bare ass before he pulled the door shut.

“So much for patriotism,” Clint smirked.

Nat walked up and looked at the two.

“What’s wrong?” Nat asked.

“Seems Frank doesn’t want to help,” Steve said scratching his head.

“He gave Capt the full moon,” Clint chuckled.

“Amateurs,” Nat said before knocking, “We have girl scout cookies.”

The door opened and a hand snatched the box of cookies before the door slammed shut again.

“One of these keys has the complete file on a child **** who cut a deal with the New Jersey State prosecutor for ratting out his partner, and the other is for an Antifa fucker who killed three when they fire bombed a church but is the child of a Federal prosecutor,” Clint said holding up to bus terminal locker keys.

The door flung open.

“What do you want?” Frank snarled.

“NSA caught Hydra talking about two new MCs, tell us what you know about the pics in the emails, and you get a key and a bonus of a roll of quarters for your laundry,” Clint pointed at the laundry bin next to the cot in the back of the van.

“Fine, walk with me,” Frank grunted getting out of the van and grabbing the laundry.

“A forward,” Clint said handing Frank one roll of quarters.

The four walked into the laundry mat and Frank went to start putting his dirty clothes into an open laundry machine. Nat pulled out her issued phone and brought up the first email screen shot and waited for Frank to give them his full attention. After a minute or two Frank turned to the three and gestured for the phone.

“Let’s see, ah, Dreadnoks. And before you start with the jokes, yeah, I can read, so can they, and from what I gathered, one of their founders was a PHD from a British Super elite college,” Frank said blowing up the screen to show off the name under the hooded skull logo as he handed the phone back, “First ran into them outside of Pheonix about six months ago. Bunch of new kids, claims their one percenter club started in the late 1970’s in Australia. Seems that the MC has a thing about hanging out at doughnut shops rather than bars.”

“Ok,” Steve said taking notes in a small pocket-sized note book.

“You called them one-percenters,” Clint noted.

“Yeah, they bragged about the arsons and the murders by arson they committed,” Frank noted, “Seems the club deals in bladed weapons, what firearms they use all have bayonets welded on, and they also have a big thing for explosives. They mostly work as saboteur mercenaries. They all are taking orders from someone called Zartan. No idea on who he is. If your buddies see them, take them out ASAP.”

“Duly noted,” Steve said.

“May I?” Nat asked before taking back the phone and bringing up the door bell security camera video and handing it back to Frank, “What about these women?”

“Coils,” Frank said, “Think of them as Dykes on Bikes only prettier and less exclusive.”

“What does that mean?” Steve asked.

“These chicks are all bisexual or lesbians,” Frank said, “And unlike the Dykes on Bikes, they tend to get the pretty chicks on those custom racing bikes.”

Frank messed with the phone and turned it around; it was zoomed in on the bisexual pride flag painted on the side of the blue race bike’s fairing. Clint also noted a name with “Attorney at Law” behind it.

“I have encountered them all over the place, started springing up a year and a half ago,” Frank said, “Definitely not ‘One Percenters’, the only things I can think of them doing is speeding and maybe running messages for other groups.”

Clint looked at Nat and then to Frank.

“And no, no prostitution as far as I have seen. If you don’t have game, you can’t buy in,” Frank addressed the unasked question, “Man or woman, you have to flirt your way into bed with them.”

“I wonder why Hydra was emailing this video around,” Clint mused.

“That seems simple, where was it taken?” Frank retorted looking at a guy standing by the bathroom looking very nervous.

“A B&B serving as a front for a Hydra Safe house,” Nat realized what it meant, “Of course, new people just show up, even to the wrong B&B, and Hydra will want a full portfolio…”

“Keep an eye out anyways, I said, I haven’t seen anything illegal out of them, yet,” Frank said before holding out his hand to Clint.

Clint shrugged and handed Frank the pair of keys and a roll of quarters.

“Happy hunting,” Clint said.

The three exited the laundry mat and put on their sunglasses.

“Did you really turn over those files?” Steve asked.

“Relax, Director Fury handed them to me two days ago while reporting them stolen from his SUV,” Clint said, “He figured we would need Frank’s help… Those a-holes have a three-day head start… want to wait for the supplier to show up so we can call in the **** deal gone bad? I say we get ice cream while we wait.”

*

Sue stood in front of the mirror as she held up the two dresses in front of her. She had found the clothing shop as a trusted partner on the Gordon’s Den club app and had decided to check them out after the meetings. She wasn’t surprised to see all of the latex after seeing the club the other night. A residual Malice part of her had wanted to fuck the store clerk as soon as she answered the door in that sexy latex catsuit and cotton store t-shirt. Despite the urge to get all of the kinky lingerie as catsuits, Sue knew she had to hold on to her public image and instead had gone to these two rubber dresses. Both were fitted and ended just above the knees with long sleeves. One was a green mock military uniform with a double row of snaps going down the front of the body so she could show as much or little as required and the other was more of a mock skirt suit with a peplum belt in black and baby pink trim.

“I think it really boils down to what award you are there to present,” the clerk said from a rank of tops.

That had been her flimsy excuse, she was here to get something do present an award at an award show, so it had to be interesting, appealing but classy… Oh how Sue wished she could publicly indulge in all of the naughtiness she had dreamed about since her Malice episode.

“That’s the problem, they haven’t told me which one yet…” Sue muttered going back to the mock military dress, “I really can’t decide…”

“Why not both? Or maybe a just a statement piece?” the clerk said pulling a short jacket from the rack, “This should fit you. Have a look.”

Sue transferred both dresses on their hangers to one hand and traded off with the clerk. Sue turned the short jacket around and looked at the front and realized it was the same as the uniform jackets of the Coils at the Gorgon’s Den, except in black without a cobra logo across the chest.

“I mean, it is just a jacket and rain proof, but it is still latex so it doesn’t breathe,” the clerk noted.

“Yes, how do you wear that all day?” Sue asked.

“Oh, I am a certified pervert and I am trying to sweat out a couple of pounds so, yeah, speaking of which, excuse me a sec,” the Clerk said wondering over to the checkout counter and picking up a giant mug and drinking, “Got to stay hydrated.”

“I think I like this,” Sue said holding it in front of her self in the mirror, “Can I try it on?”

“Sure,” the clerk said moving to stand in by the door with her mug.

Sue unzipped it and switched out the suit jacket with the latex biker jacket and looked at herself in the mirror.

“Oh, I like this,” Sue said zipping up the zipper on the right side of the chest, “I think I will take it.”

Sue took off the jacket and put it back on the hanger.

“You sure you don’t want anything for you and your husband?” the clerk said waving at the lingerie and bondage wear, “Our little secret.”

“No, but here,” Sue fished a credit card out of her purse and handed it and the jacket to the clerk, “I should try these on but I am going to take them too, just in case I need a different size.”

*

It was the normal Friday Morning workout; Sue was running on the treadmill while listening to the Cold Slither song. The “House Tunes” feature had a lot of their music on tap for streaming and they even had dancing and workout playlists preprogramed. Sue couldn’t get the dream from last night out of her head, she had dreamed of being kidnapped and fucked by a black-haired woman in black latex with glasses… rather than running from the dream, she felt the need to run towards it. She wanted the raw mind-blowing fucking that the dream had promised.

“Hay ahhh…. Sis… never mind, do you feel like you have a wedgie?” Johnny said loud enough to hear over the ear buds.

“You know a part of me really wouldn’t mind torturing you again as Malice,” Sue rolled her eyes.

“What did I do?” Johnny said.

“Do you know who messed with the tailoring setting on HERBI this week? Because all my clothes are now extra tight,” Sue glared at her brother.

“That would be an awesome prank… Damn, I wish I had thought of that… Fuck,” Johnny said, “Someone beat me to that one Sue. Honestly.”

Sue did not mind the alterations, but she it was something she wished she had known about because now all of her panties and leggings were showing too much crack even when fully clothed.

“Go for a swim in the Hudson,” Sue rolled her eyes.

*

The notice after lunch had been a siren’s spell for Sue, it became all she could think of. The promise of the Lesbian Orgy at the Gorgon’s Den was all she wanted. She had made up an excuse about going out, had dressed in the latex biker jacket, a black leather mini-skirt, a black lace G-string, some heels, her purse and nothing else, cloaked herself and slipped out of the Baxter Building. She walked the blocks to the club to avoid the need to make herself visible when getting on or off any sort of transport. That was her one advantage over the rest about keeping things about her life private.

She did become visible just before opening the door to the Gorgon’s Den and took a step in with excitement. As soon as she did, her phone pinged and the lady at the door smiled.

“Go right in miss Storm,” the bounce said opening the door.

“Thank you,” Sue not even concerned that the woman she had never met before called her out by name.

As soon as Sue walked in, the music was going and the place was pumping. Women were dancing all over the place. A blonde in a pink and black latex cheerleader dress walked up and kissed Sue on the lips. A red haired woman in a blue latex catsuit came up and replaced the blonde and handed Sue a drink when she broke the kiss.

“Mistress Bought you a drink,” the red head said, “Drink up.”

Sue obeyed without thinking about it.

*

Sue kept kissing the woman in the maids dress as she backed her into the massive gynecologist chair. Her skirt was gone, the g-string was hanging from an overhead light, somewhere and her jacket was open. The maid helped her lift her up into the chair and the other women around her strapped her wrist, ankles and waist into the chair. Once secured the other women went about kissing Sue’s neck and nipples. The Bartender broke the kiss and then backed away. Another woman started kissing Sue on the lips. There was the sound of heeled boots clicking as women in front of her parted to reveal the woman in black. Sue looked up at the beautiful black haired woman in the black latex catsuit with a red cobra logo on her chest.

“Hello Susan,” the woman smirked, “Code Pythona Two-Five-Eight-Seven.”

Suddenly Sue’s head cleared from the erotic bliss she had been feeling and she looked around, her wrist, elbows, shoulders, waist, thighs, knees and ankles were all strapped down, even a collar around her neck pressing something into her spine. Two of the woman behind her pressed disks to her temples and putting head phones on her.

“What? What? What is going on?” Sue stammered.

“Susan Storm Richards,” the woman smirked as she adjusted her glasses, “I must say, since we make entry into this dimension, we have been impressed with you and your abilities. Your ‘Malice’ episode only peaked my arousal.”

Sue noticed a woman in a blue rubber catsuit holding an IV needle as she waited for a second one to roll up the sleeve of her jacket. Sue tried to put an invisible **** field over her arm but to no avale.

“If you think we hadn’t secured the technology to render your powers useless before we captured you, then you haven’t the slightest idea who you are dealing with,” the black haired woman in the black catsuit mocked Sue, “This is the last time you will be Susan Storm-Richards, when you wake up from all of this, she will be nothing more than a mask you wear while undercover. You will truly be Sue Malice, a loyal agent of Cobra.”

The women around her put a mask over her face that had nose and mouth cup and a translucent screen for the eyes.

“Our research has shown the brainwashing is so much more effective when you stimulate the pleasure centers of the nervous system at the same time…” The black haired woman smiled as another handed her a black strap-on harness with a big red rubber cock sticking out, “I do not believe the terms ‘fucked silly’ and ‘mind fucked,’ were supposed to go hand in hand, but apparently they do!”

The black haired woman snapped her fingers and it all started. Sue smelled strawberries as she breathed, the IV started to drip into her arm, two of the blue women leaned over ands started kissing and sucking her nipples again and the black haired woman kneeled down and started to lick at Sue’s clit. In front of Sue’s eyes, a blue and red screen filled her vision with the big red cobra logo in front of each eye and then started to turn into spinning spirals as images of women kissing and fingering each other flicked on the screen in front of her. The last clear memory was registering a cold wet finger enter her anus as she registered the image of a dominatrix riding a man cowgirl style. After that everything blurred into a haze as the blue catsuited women and their black clad leader fucked Sue’s body while the **** and machines fucked her mind. One of the doctors watching noted that it took less than a minute for Sue to have her first orgasm with a twisted smile.

*

Sue woke in the bunk and looked at the alarm clock. Two thirty in the morning. Sue quickly got up and showered, dressed in the black latex leggings, the black latex tank top, the wool socks, black knee high riding boots, black rubber gloves and the cobra blue latex biker jacket with the red cobra logo on the chest. She smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. Sue ‘Malice’ Storm was ready to serve Cobra with what ever mission they needed of her.

Her phone pinged, three fifteen, she needed to report to the Baroness for a mission. Sue left the back room and went to the third floor of the Gorgon’s Den and stood at attention as she waited for the door to open. The door opened, Sue stepped forward and put her right arm across her chest.

“Cobra 19691101 reporting as ordered Mistress Baroness, Hail Cobra, Hail Victory!” Sue snapped with her entire soul.