SOW

The letters were backward in the mirror, in a heavy Gothic font, the black dark and wet-looking, yet the Invisible Woman could clearly make out the word now splayed around her ass. There was even a pink swirl around the O, rooted in has ass-cleavage and extending up toward her spine. A curly tail like on a pig. The normally pale skin an angry pink tinged with red, and for just a moment Sue wondered if there was a laser in Reed's lab that could remove the offensive word before he ever saw it.

Before he saw that Porkum had marked her as his sow.

Sue Storm collapsed onto the bed and held her face in her hands for a moment. Unable to believe how this night had gone so wrong.

Not just this night, either. Ever since that accident in Central Park, when she had caught that bit of shrapnel in her leg. Stuck alone in the building, without her kids, her friends, her family. She saw plainly now how stupid she'd been ever to try Porkum's chocolates. How idiotic and egotistical it had been to go after Porkum on her own. The pain in her lower back was nothing compared to the emotional gut-wrench of having been beaten and humiliated so thoroughly and easily.

She couldn't let anyone see her shame. What would her kids think if they saw mommy's tramp stamp? How would Sue explain that?

"H.E.R.B.I.E.," Sue said aloud. "How soon can I get a tattoo removed?"

"A tattoo heals in 2-4 weeks. It is recommended to wait 8-16 weeks before laser tattoo removal," H.E.R.B.I.E said.

"Fuck!" The unfamiliar swear came to Sue Storm's lips unbidden. "Can we...can we do it in the lab?"

There was a hum from the small robot.

"There are lasers in the lab capable of laser tattoo removal," H.E.R.B.I.E. confirmed. "But the tissues must still heal before the procedure can be safely done."

"Doesn't Reed have a...dermal regenerator or something!?" Sue asked, a slight desperation in her voice.

"Negatory," H.E.R.B.I.E. replied. "We have medical gels that may speed the healing of the skin area."

Sue punched the mattress in frustration. Yet she knew it was her own impatience that had gotten her into this mess. For a moment she thought about contacting S.H.I.E.L.D. about Porkum. Of course, if they did capture him, he'd immediately reveal what he had done to her. That stung Sue Storm's already wounded pride. At least for right now, she could keep her humiliation secret.

"Bring me the gel," Sue Storm said. "Keep satellite surveillance on Porkum's lair. I want to know everything that goes on there. And no word of this to Reed. Understood?"

"Affirmative," the small robot replied.

The naked heroine collapsed onto the bed on her stomach. Tears trickled from her eyes now. Her lower back was a mass of pain. Her wounded leg throbbed. Exhaustion set in, even before the robot returned, the little arms spreading the pale green goo over the dark black letters that Porkum had etched above her ass. Weeks to heal. Then to have it removed. Then more healing. Yet Sue Storm knew she had to be patient. That she would get Porkum at some point, when she was ready, when he least expected it.

Her stomach rumbled. Sue shuddered. Even with everything she knew about Porkum, even after everything he had done to her, she still felt her mouth water at the thought of his chocolates...and her pussy dampened when she recalled the way he would stroke that inhumanly huge pink cock of his. So it was that Sue Storm's planning of her **** faded, gradually, into a disturbingly erotic dream.

Weeks would pass. Sue Storm would heal, and dream. Yet Porkum was not idle.