Ruby Takes Sue's Body

Sue Storm had just stepped out from her hairdresser's shop on 45th St. and was contemplating a trip to the Gotham West Market when there was a flicker of pain in her neck. She tried to raise her hand to the spot of pain, but her arm did not move. Instead, the Invisible Woman's vision saw her fall forward, vision greying out at the edges.

There was a sense of falling in darkness. Yet the strangest thing was she couldn't feel her body. Couldn't feel anything.

Then she began to drown.

Liquid filled her mouth, her nostrils. She could feel the pressure of it all around her, and thrashed wildly, trying to swim, to form an invisible **** bubble around her head, to—

"Sue, stop!"

Reed Richard's voice, weirdly modulated, filtered through the liquid medium that Sue found herself in. Such was her love and trust for her husband, that for a moment his instruction overcame her survival instinct.

Which is when Sue realized she wasn't drowning. She wasn't even breathing.

Sue was floating in a tank of clear liquid, mouth opening and closing. She imagined it had to be a superoxygenated fluid, like the liquid breathing apparatus that divers used. Out beyond the curved glass barrier of the tank, she could see her family gathered together, staring at her. Ben Grimm and Alicia Masters, Johnny Storm who was carrying Valeria in his arms, Franklin clutching at his father's labcoat. All there for her. Sue's heart would have swelled with love and affection...

...if she still had one.

The Invisible Woman could see from the angle of her vision that something was wrong. The tank she was in was too small. Her eyes looked down as far as they could go, but she couldn't find the angle to see the rest of her.

"I know this is a shock to you dear, but someone has stolen your body," Reed Richards explained.

Sue's brow furrowed.

"But who?" she asked. "And why?"

In her lair, Ruby Thursday finished the last microsurgical adjustment to the metal collar attacked to the stump of Sue Storm's neck. The body had been stripped, and through the strange artificial senses her scarlet sphere allowed, the villain admired the ripe, swollen breasts with the dark, puffy nipples; the trim, toned physique of the Invisible Woman, with the high hills of the breasts running down into the flat plain of the abdomen with its firmly defined muscles, to the small golden triangle between her legs. Despite two children and years as a superhero and adventurer, Sue Storm had kept her body in excellent shape.

"And now," Ruby Thursday said aloud, though there was no one to hear but her. "Your body is mine!"

One gloved hand slid along a creamy pale thigh. Another gripped and gently squeezed a soft breast.

It was perfect for her plans.