Proper containment procedures.

Walking down the narrow metal causeway of the SHIELD supermax prison complex; the Raft. Two men went from check point to check point, scanned and checked for their identities with each checkpoint until they reached the sub levels. Here the absolute worst and dangerous were contained, no extremes were off limits in making sure their prisoners were allowed even the idea of escape. Two weeks ago, a new wing was rapidly and painstakingly constructed to house their new inmates, their designs a conglomerate of Richards and Stark technologies and planning to make sure the subjects didn’t escape or influence the outside world from their cells. Reaching the last check point, the two men stopped to talk while their credentials were looked over by the female guard in front of the door.

“How is she doing?”

“She and the other five have fully recovered from their infection of the flu, we were grateful the containment procedures were set up before they got back on their feet.” Waiting for the guard to return his credentials, he continued. “Twelve hours after they were all fully contained, they began to regenerate at an incredible rate, we had some trouble after the first few days but afterwards the prisoners seemed to get the idea they were not getting out.”

“They survived because they had a history of flu inoculations over the last few years, their complex DNA has a kind of genetic memory, allowing it to adapt to any form of infection or trauma after exposure.” Sighing, the other man rubbed the bridge of his nose. “The majority of her swarm had all died from rapid cellular degeneration, brought upon by the flu infection, I checked the organic samples left behind and found all of it to be neutralised.”

“We had all that material incinerated just to be safe, from what we’ve read from your report, these bugs are highly adaptive, we’ve been keeping our eyes on these things twenty-four seven just in case after we hermetically sealed their cells.”

A feminine voice from a speaker sounded off to get the two men’s attention. “You’re both clear, please step away from the door until it is completely open, when entering the hallway be sure to keep your hands to your sides and keep to the far right of the walkway for your own safety.” The grinding squeal of metal alerted Reed Richards and Nicholas fury to the door opening, stepping back with their hands up just as a dozen armed guards aimed weapons at them before lowering their guns and stepping aside to let them pass. All the guards and staff were female, for precautionary steps. Men were not trusted for the task of guarding the area simply because the prisoners had a long history of manipulating men, not only that but they were all screened and tested psychologically to make sure they could handle being around the prisoners without being tempted. Stepping inside and keeping to the right of the walkway, the two men look to the left to find six prison cells measuring 18 feet wide by 10 feet tall, and more than likely another 18 feet deep.

Unseen from the hallway was a command center that kept a visual and audio surveillance on the contained subjects, logging all their behaviour and biometric at all times for both research and observation. On the right side of the walkway was a yellow and red plaque with a series of instructions for all guards and visitors to follow:

WARNING! SUBJECTS ARE CONSIDERED CLASS 7 BIOLOGICAL THREATS AND ARE TO BE TREATED AS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS AT ALL TIMES! ALL SUBJECTS ARE TO REMAIN IN THEIR ENCLOSURES WITH NO EXCEPTIONS REGARDLESS OF GOOD OR BENIGN BEHAVIOUR. ALL RESOURCES ARE TO BE STRICKLY CATALOGUED WHEN OFFERING SUBJECTS FOOD AND/OR WATER AND ALL WASTES ARE TO BE DESTROYED BY PLASMA DESINTIGRATION. NO OUTSIDE MATERIALS ARE PERMITTED. NO INTERACTION WITH SUBJECTS MUST SURPASS 10 MINUTES. NO ATTEMPT TO MAKE PHYSICAL CONTACT OR MEANS OF ESCAPE ARE PERMITTED. FAILURE TO COMPLY TO THESE RESTRICTIONS WILL RESULT IN IMMEDIATE TERMINATION OF SUBJECT AND OFFENDER(S) FOLLOWED BY PLASMA DESINTIGRATION TO PREVENT OUTSIDE EXPOSURE…

Sighing under his breath, Reed straightened himself and slowly walked down the catwalk to the farthest cell. Looking over his left shoulder, he spotted each of the alien women leering back at him like hungry predators staring at their next meal. The first three he and Fury passed used to be models under Janet’s employ, he had forgotten their names and more than likely they didn’t care to know his. One stalked back and forth in her cell, the tentacles that grew from her scalp coiled around themselves like braids, very much like her former profession her stance and pois was both elegant and statuesque as she briskly turned and stalked back across her cell. Her hand at her hip while blowing Reed a kiss. One sat on her chair, watching television, only to turn her attention to the two men passing her cell, licking her lips at the two. The third pressed up against the glass, licking its surface as if doing so would allow her to cross the distance between her and the two men.

She would never be able to do so; her cell was composed of both solid granite and titanium/coltan alloy nearly 3 feet thick on all sides, the materials specifically chosen to withstand **** environmental changes such as 3000 degree heat, toxic chemical and biological exposure or intense electrical activity. But even so it didn’t stop the she-creature from showing off to the two men as her tongue extended nearly two feet long to lick and slither over the transparent surface of her cell. Several of the countermeasures were to make their cells a total vacuum, or ignite the entire area in intense heat, or fill the cell with potent corrosives or toxins. Nothing was considered taboo, not with them, but with every countermeasure used, was a countermeasure that could no longer be used again. The creatures adapting quickly to the trauma so long as they could survive it.

Passing her by, the two found Alicia Masters and Janet Van Dyne. Both women looked up at their former friend not with warmth or sentimentality… But with a predatory look of lust. Janet had decided to keep her four diaphanous wings; the thin, green, veiny blades flickered and buzzed behind her with more intensity the longer her leering eyes drew on the two men. No longer the petite woman she was known for, Janet was now tall and curvaceous, as was Alicia who breathed in sharply eyeing the pair walking by. Many of the tentacles that grew from her scalp now coiled together into a single braid that dangled behind her, the tips at the end twitching like idle fingers.

Their path finally brought them to the last cell, containing the prisoner Susan Storm. Her back turned to the glass viewing wall behind her while she sat on a chair watching television. Noticing she had company, the alien she-creature stood up and slowly padded her way to the viewing wall. The way her tentacles swayed and flowing behind her along with her Amazonian physique and full curves made Susan look like the embodiment of allure and seduction itself.

“Hello Reed… Fury, what brings you to my abode?” She purred, her voice smooth like honey and even without the hermetical cell preventing her pheromones from reaching the two men, both shifted where they stood, uncomfortable.

“H-hello Suzie, have you been treated well?”

Pressing up against the foot-thick polymer glass so that her G cup breasts mashed against the smooth surface, her four talons delicately pressed up against the wall, her lips pursed into a smile. “I hardly get an audience with anyone of the MALE variety anymore, and the guards aren’t exactly friendly.” Pouted the creature, her reptilian eyes studying the two men. Folding her lower sets of arms behind her, the creature changed, her green translucent flesh becoming creamy smooth, her clawed hands and feet becoming delicate fingers and toes as the spurs on her ankles and wrists retracted back into her flesh. The sea of tentacles fell loose and became a mane of silky blonde hair that flowed down her back and shoulders, framing an angelic face with crystal blue eyes.

If this was the image of Susan Richards, then it was an idealistic version of her old self; young, flawless, beautiful, perfect. Reed found himself shifting in his feet again when his wife gave him a demur smile that melted his heart. “Why do you have to keep me here Reed? I’ve gotten over my flu, I’m better now.”

“I know Suzie, I know… The kids want to say hello, t-they miss you and hope you can get back home soon, so do Ben and Johnny.”

“I want to see them too, I’ve yet to sample their flesh like I had you…”

Breathing in deeply and shaking his head, Reed continued. “I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been spending time trying to find a cure to your condition, I’ve been making strides, but I feel I could be close.”

“But I LIKE being me Reed… I know HE likes me this way.” Changing her attention to Nick Fury, the blonde beauty changed again. Her skin turning a chocolate mocha colour while her bottom lip plumped ever so much, her silky blonde locks filling out into an afro of jet-black hair as she gave the SHIELD director a look that could melt hearts. “I could be this way any time you want Fury, I can be any woman you desire…”

“You’re not leaving your cell Mrs. Richards.”

The two men jumped, put off guard when the sound of a bullwhip came before the blade of a stinger tail tapped against the glass surface of the cell, triggering alarms and a woman’s voice over an intercom demanding Susan to step away from the glass. With a smirk, the woman reverted to her alien form, her four hands up over her head until the alarms ended, and she turned her back, folding her arms under her impressive bust.

“I think we’re done here Reed; next time don’t visit unless its to let me out!”

“Susan…”

Glaring over her shoulder, the slit, reptilian eye glared back over her shoulder, giving the man the hint, Reed slowly nodded and turned to leave.

Hearing them both walk out of sight and back down the hallway, Susan closed her eyes and let her senses explore her confines, hearing the empathic connection she had with the others of her species contained nearby. She could hear their complaints, like her they ached to be free, to hunt and breed and spread their kind to innumerable hordes and swarms. Sighing out loud she calmed them all, letting them know that they were not defeated. Time was but a window and opportunity a doorway, their prison would not hold them forever.

*

Meanwhile in a bar somewhere in New Jersey…

“Hey handsome, looking for a little company?”

Looking up from his spot at the bar while having a drink, the man looked up to find a stunningly beautiful woman leaning against the bar table, her shoulder up in a coy stance while smiling down back at him. “I just got into town and I don’t know anybody here, mind showing me around?” Tossing her silky blonde hair over her shoulder, the effort of the act made the woman’s bust sway, her cleavage showing in the loose slip of a top she wore with her matching skirt.

“Oh yeah, sure! Come on and take a seat, you wanna drink?”

Tapping her finger against the drink list at the bar, the woman’s eyes fluttered for a second before she smiled back again at the man. “How about a kalua mudslide?” Leaning forward until her nose and forehead pressed against his, her hand reached down ad squeezed at the crotch of his denim pants. “Followed by a little Irish cream.”

“S-sure, what was your name again? Mine’s Kevin.”

“You can call me Lilith; you’ll be screaming it later tonight.”

*

Looking over the logs of activity and vitals of all the subjects in the biohazard wing of the Raft, two SHIELD attendants looked over Susan’s biometrics with confusion. “Huh, what’s causing that?”

“I don’t know, what do you make of it?”

“Her heart rate has increased, and her endorphin levels spiked.” Scratching his head, he looked at her previously recorded biometrics as an outlier. “She looks like she’s about to reach a climax, what the hell is she doing?”

Looking over to the live video feed, the guard found the she-creature returned to her chair, watching the television while squirming in her chair, hugging herself tightly. “According to the channel, she’s watching a local baseball broadcast.”

“Pff…Must be one hell of a game then!” Documenting the odd activity, the two guards continued their observation, completely unaware of the cause of their prisoner’s sudden elation.

The end?