Adamantium Nipple Piercings

This wasn't Sue Storm's first time being held captive. While she gave a defiant wiggle or two, she saved most of her energy for when she had a proper opportunity for escape. Porkum, for his part, was relatively gentle. He carried the heroine out of his sty of a room and into the kitchen, which was spotlessly clean. A chain and hook hung from the ceiling above a drain in the floor, one of the few features of the old pork packing plant that remained intact.

For a brief moment, the Invisible Woman had a modicum of hope. Porkum only had two hands. When he moved to tie her to the chain, he'd have to put the Defraudium crystal down. With a burst of strength, she might be able to tear herself free.

Porkum realized the problem as well. His solution was simple as it was cruel. Still holding her aloft with one paw, one great pink finger of the hand that held the crystal grabbed the waistband of her costume and pulled. Sue paled and began to kick. Her hands went down to grab at the yellow crystal as he stuffed it unceremoniously down the front of her crotch. When in direct contact with her skin, Sue went instantly limp. All the strength went out of her, and she was little more than dead weight.

"Defraudium makes amazons weak as normal bitches," Porkum said. "You might be powerful, but you're not physically strong."

Sue couldn't reply. She could barely blink. The sensation of weakness, of helplessness, was utterly unlike anything she had experienced. Even when she had been hit with paralyzing rays, there had been some sense of strength in her muscles, but with that pale warm crystal held in place against her flat stomach by her own elastic waistband, Sue couldn't lift a finger. The most powerful member of the Fantastic Four was limp as a dead body in Porkum's arms as he fished a pair of handcuffs out of a drawer, snapped them on Sue's wrists, and hung her on the hook.

The blonde head hung limp between her shoulders. The links bit cruelly into her wrists. Porkum hadn't bothered to do anything else. In normal circumstances, the Invisible Woman would have been fit enough to pull herself up and off. Now, she hung like a piece of meat. Unable to lift her head to see what Porkum did as he rummaged through drawers. She heard metal clatter on metal, and the ripe of plastic. A hospital smell came to her. Antiseptic.

Yet Sue Storm's eyelids grew heavy. Her lower body shook, the skin burned unpleasantly where it touched the crystal. Like that part of her had been left out in the sun too long. As she swayed gently on the hook, Sue felt consciousness ebb from her. Her eyes closed, breathing shallow. Her whole world narrowed to her own heartbeat that began to slow...down...

"You fool! Prolonged direct skin contact could kill her!"

The voice came from somewhere far away. By the time the crystal was yanked unceremoniously away. The Invisible Woman was only barely conscious.

Later, she would recall the moment when a rough hand jerked up her shirt and snapped her bra, to expose her soft, pale breasts with their dark nipples. The freezing cold hands, hard and yet gentle, squeezed and held each breast in turn. The coldness of the **** pad on her exposed nips. The shock of pain pierced even through her semi-conscious daze, to engrave itself on her brain. Once, twice. Then the aftersting as something cold and wet was applied.

A sense of weightlessness. Travel. The taste of outside air.

Movement ceased. Cold ground. The smell of plastic. Rancid trash.

A light rain began to fall. Strength slid back into Sue's body. Her eyelids flickered—with consciousness came pain, her chest on fire, nipples oddly cold and heavy. The blue eyes adjusted to the light, and she found herself in an alley across from the Baxter Building, lying atop a heap of trash bags. The Defraudium crystal was gone now, and though her wounded left leg felt like it was about to fall off and her wrists chaffed, with but a flicker of thought Sue burst the steel handcuffs that held her. With an invisible crutch, she lumbered to her feet. Instinctively, she went invisible, and half-stumbled, half-floated above the road and its traffic.

The door to the Baxter Building opened at her touch. The elevator recognized her passcode and let her up back to the living quarters. Sue's face burned with shame and anger at the knowledge of her defeat, at how easily she had been taken unawares. A part of her knew she should be grateful they had let her go without doing more to her. She thought of Jessica Jones and the months she had spent as the Purple Man's ****, and shuddered.

In the bathroom, Sue peeled off her costume and examined the damage.

There was a bright red area by her crotch, like a sunburn, where the Defraudium crystal had touched her directly. Yet what caught the heroine's attention was her nipples. The dark, prominent nips stood erect...but sagged under the weight of their new additions. A pair of heavy, thick metal rings. Sue frowned, and **** herself to turn them through the new holes in her body, to seek out a seam. To find nothing. The heavy metal rings were perfect, as if they had been cast that way. Which should have been impossible.

Later, in the lab, Sue learned why.

Adamantium. Her new nipple rings were made of adamantium. Nearly indestructible. It took extremely high tech to manufacture, much less manipulate, that material.

Sue remembered the second voice. The cold, hard hands. Porkum's partner or backer. Someone with the technology to do this. A shiver went down her spine as she thought of the very few people who could have visited this humiliation on her—and she thought of the one name near the top. Yet why would Victor von Doom defile her body in this manner?

"And what am I going to tell Reed?" Sue said aloud to herself.