Sue Is Tied Up By A Villain

The Invisible Woman's thoughts turned back to that session often during the following days. The rope, Dr. Stone's commanding tone, the sensation of surrender—it still sent a delicious shiver down her spine, put a spring into her step. Yet Sue Storm's life could not be devoted solely to her therapy-cum-bondage sessions. Valeria got an ear infection, the poor young thing. Sue stepped out to get the antibiotics in costume, not wanting to wait for Willy the Mailman to deliver them.

The first hint that something was going wrong was when Sue Storm stepped out of the pharmacy, and the soles of her costume stuck to the ground. She didn't topple over, she simply stared down stupidly at her own feet. The Fantastic Four costume was a full-body affair, including gloves and booties, and as she looked down, the blonde heroine saw that a small transparent film had been laid on the square of sidewalk outside of door. It was a glue trap.

The sticky rope, like a long roll of flypaper, that descended around Sue Storm was equally unexpected. It cinched tight, pulling her arms against her sides, and Sue looked up to see where it had come from—and that was when she saw him. A ridiculous figure in purple and yellow, covered with tubes and piping, dangling off the side of the pharmacy building.

"Paste-Pot Pete!" she said.

He scowled. "The name's the Trapster! And you're caught!"

Sue Storm raised an eyebrow. With a thought, an invisible pair of scissors cut his harness. Pete had a Wiley Coyote moment, eyes wide as he plunged groundward. At almost the last moment he pointed his arms toward the ground and released a white, foam-like mass. She hoped it cushioned his landing a little, because he slammed into it with a WHUMP! that sent a shiver up her heels.

For a moment, she simply stood there. Feeling both ridiculous and yet—rather deliciously—unable to move. She allowed herself a moment to squirm. To close her eyes and imagine. She grew a little wet. If the Trapster had been only modestly more competent, or had targeted someone without her powers...

With a sigh, Sue created a microscopic **** field all around her. Her feet popped free of the adhesive patch, and the sticky fly-paper rope. She gestured, and the Trapster—still ensconced in the sticky mass he had hoped would cushion his fall—floated freely in the air. His goggles had cracked, and there was blood trickling from his mouth.

"It was a nice try, Pete," she said, without rancor. "But I have to get this medicine home for my daughter."

He mumbled something. Then cops arrived, and the Invisible Woman carefully floated the Trapster into the back of the police wagon. A few words, a promise to give a statement, and Sue Storm was off, back to the Baxter Building.

Only this time, she was really horny. Next week's session couldn't get here soon enough.