Skip forward a week: The FF & Avengers investigate the of Dr. Strange With an enigmatic sword.

Reed surveyed the scene of Dr. Strange's Sanctum Sanctorum. There dangling from the wall was the world's Sorcerer Supreme pinned to there like a butterfly in a collector's display case. Most of the dead man's blood pooled on the floor beneath him. Across the room was a foot wide hole through the thick brownstone wall where, apparently, the strange sword that still held the fallen hero to the wall had entered the room.

The trajectory had been nearly ballistic and had cut through other buildings on its way here. The path of destruction had gone through stone, mortar, brick, and even steel, yet this blade did not appear to even be tarnished. Reed had much to consider while the base calculations he had programmed into his hand-held computer strove to find answers.

She Hulk gently touched Reed's shoulder and informed him "Reed, Iron Man found something on the sword that needs your attention." When Reed looked up from his calculations, he could not miss Jennifer's sad look as she continued, "It isn't good news."

Reed made his way to the armored avenger. "Tony, what did you find?"

Tony Stark barely looked up from the sword as he spoke. "Reed, this sword is an enigma. All analysis shows it to simply be finely crafted high carbon steel, but it has properties that make adamantium look fragile. Even my plasma blade can't scratch it. It is like nothing I have ever seen before."

Reed looked at the ornate runes that were near the hilt. He nodded his head and said the only word that made sense. "Magic!" Both men of science suppressed a shudder of revulsion at the mere mention of the word, but there was no getting away from the data.

Iron Man quickly agreed, "And that explains why they attacked Strange. They wanted to be sure that he did not interfere with their plans. But who has the power needed to take out the Sorcerer Supreme so easily? Who has the knowledge to challenge him? And why would they have a reason to involve your wife?"

Reed's jaw dropped in shock. It was a rare thing to catch this man unawares, but that last conclusion came from completely out of the blue. Reed stammered "Sue? What? Why would you think she were somehow involved? How could this have anything to do with her?"

Iron Man filled his friend in "The hilt of this sword has some strange properties that make it almost impossible to pick up prints from it. There certainly aren't anything remotely like a print on it, but the blade itself is a different story. Most of the surface has a highly reflective sheen and when I checked there, I found one perfect print. Sue's left thumb print is right here." Iron Man exposed the print with a black light emitter on his gauntlet and Reed saw the print shimmer on the lustrous blade.

"Sue has been on a retreat in the Finger Lakes area," Reed volunteered. "She has called a few times to check in. I was quite sure she was fine. Could this evidence have been planted?" Both men knew a dozen criminals that would have wanted the Fantastic Four and Sue in particular to get framed for a crime, but none of them would have even thought of going after Dr Strange.

"Of course it could be planted Reed, but does it really matter? Anyway you slice it, the clue is Sue," Iron Man reasoned.

Reed shook his head and began with his findings "The trajectory this sword took started out in a wharf side warehouse in Baltimore. That is where this investigation needs to go next. I have a proposal. The Avengers can check the warehouse and the Fantastic Four can check on the retreat where Sue has been staying. We can then attack this problem from two sides and see if it helps us converge on the solution. Do you agree?"

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In his bedroom Diablo reviewed the salient points of the last few hours as his favorite ****'s head rhythmically moved up and down his erection. He had thought that Susan had accepted her role as his mate, even embraced it. It had been a week since she had first fallen to the sword's power and he had not used it again on her to strengthen his hold. He hadn't needed to. Even when the weakest willed of his other slaves were completely free of the sword, she reveled in his villainy. She helped plan his great schemes and participated in the crimes he needed to set events in motion without the slightest pangs of guilt or hesitation. He was certain that she was his forever until he asked one thing of her last night.

When Diablo handed Farslayer to Susan and told her both how to use it and who to send it against, for the first time she hesitated. When he asked her if she understood his request she asked if there was another way. She even began to look confused like she was trying to find her way through a foggy night. That is when he realized, although he had made her happy beyond her wildest dreams, a part of the old heroine was still fighting to regain control.

No matter. With a thought, Skulltwister appeared in the mystic's hand and again Susan was awash in complete devotion and loyalty. Once she recovered her senses she jumped to her feet and with a joyful smile said the chant and performed the dance that sent the Sword of Vengeance straight to her old friends heart.

That was 12 hours ago and he had kept the sword in his hand while he pleasured his queen. With this long an exposure and the combined sexual pleasures who knows if she would ever recover her old self, but he was certain that the more he got her to accept under the sword's sway, the less likely she would break free. He had already made a **** out of her and when her former family arrived, he would make her do far worse. The power of the Mindsword made sure that she would not only do his bidding, she would enjoy it. Soon they would arrive at the retreat and fall into Diablo's trap while the Avengers met their fate in Baltimore. As Diablo gifted Susan's mouth and face with his seed, he gloated on his soon to be complete victory over Richards.