They Hunt Porkum—And Find Sue Storm

The recording ended. Ben Grimm's stony lips ground like the San Andreas Fault. Johnny Storm's eyebrows were alight, the young man unable to control himself. Only Reed Richards gave no overt sign of his agitation.

"The children are still safe with Agatha Harkness," he said. "Ben, contact the Avengers, X-Men, every hero we have in our network. Johnny, contact S.H.I.E.L.D. and S.W.O.R.D. We need everything we have on this Porkum. Where he came from, what his capabilities are."

"What about you, Stretch?" Ben said.

Mister Fantastic didn't answer for a moment. He stared straight ahead at the blank screen. He pressed a button to eject the drive that contained the video.

"I'm going to...make a call."

In the private communications room in his lab, Reed Richards stared at the screen, waiting for the call to come through. It took long moments for the security protocols on the receiver's end to confirm it was Reed that was calling. The image of the screen flickered, and a familiar iron mask appeared on screen.

"Richards," Doctor Doom said, the voice dripping with venom.

"Doom," Reed Richards said. "I need your help."

Mister Fantastic didn't bother looking for any sign from that impassive face. He focused instead on the brown eyes of the Latverian monarch. The man he had known had been many things, but he was never without honor.

"Go on," Doom said.

"While we were away trying to uncover the source of a dimensional incursion, a villain has attacked my wife," Reed said. "He called himself Porkum. He **** her, and is holding Sue hostage."

Was there a flicker of emotion in those eyes? Reed's jaws clenched.

"Are you certain?" Doom said. "Perhaps she was simply responding to your—neglect. Your failures as a husband. Such things happen."

"Victor, I know you hate me—but this is Sue. I'll put all I have into finding her, but you have resources that I don't have. Contacts. Intelligence-gathering. We need to find her, and this Porkum, as soon as possible. Please. Will you help us?"

For a moment, Reed Richards thought Doom would gloat. A well of desperation rose in him. Then, the Latverian monarch seemed to come to some internal decision.

"Send me what you have. I will make inquiries," Doom said at last. "But know I do not do this for you, Richards. But...for your wife."

"Thank you," Richards said with relief. He inserted the drive containing the video. "Submitting data now."

An hour later, Reed Richards received an address from Doom. Five minutes later, the Fantastic Three were in the air. Five minutes after that, the Thing stomped toward the former pork-packing plant. He did not bother with doors; he simply walked through the walls, concrete and rebar splintering as he barged through with implacable strength. The Human Torch maintained overwatch above, his flame burning hotter than normal as he selectively destroyed telephone and power lines leading into the building.

Mister Fantastic had stretched himself into a long, skinny, boa-constrictor-like form. He slipped quietly into the sewer system, guided by the blueprints of the building he had swiftly memorized. With a deep breath, he plunged upward through a narrow pipe. Water stung against his eyes as he half-slithered, half-swam—only to emerge through a toilet in the building's basement.

Reed Richard's first glimpse of his wife was her naked body on a disheveled bed. Ass in the air, pussy dripping with still-fresh white jizz of incredibly volume and thickness.

"P-porkie...more..." she murmured.

By the time Ben Grimm arrived, Reed Richards had wrapped up his wife in the sex-stained sheets. The Thing's blue eyes were cold as glacier ice.

"Porkum?" he rumbled.

"Gone," Reed said. "But we'll find him. Right now, we have to take care of Sue."

The Invisible Woman was limp in his arms. Eyes dilated. This close, they could see the toll that the mating with the superhumanly strong mutant had taken on her body. The marks of his thick fingers had left bruises on her limbs. Her breasts showed marks from his teeth. Deep inside her uterus, Reed knew, Porkum's seed were swimming in search of Sue's eggs. If they hadn't found it already.

"I'm gonna turn him into spam," the Thing said. "I'll track that bastard to the ends of the Earth and beyond."