Sue Needs To Infiltrate A Mutant Sex Trafficking Operation

"It's called the Panopticon," Fury explained. "Total surveillance, extradimensional space. Mutant girls are picked up and placed there. Zero privacy. Power-dampening collars. They're held there, abused, groomed, and when they're deemed docile enough they're sold to the highest bidder."

"That's horrible!" Sue Storm said.

Maria Hill nodded gravely.

"And impossible to infiltrate. The Panopticon only accesses out dimension for brief periods. Any intrusion is immediately noticed, and then the extradimensional space rotates out of sync with this dimension, trapping anyone inside. Where they are overwhelmed and, we believe, killed or processed."

"What we need," Fury said. "Is someone who can enter undetected, and remain undetected. According to our information, there's a central node—the Eyrie—which controls all the portals. If someone could access that, they could open all the doors at once. Set all the women free."

"I'll do it," the Invisible Woman said simply.

In the center of the Panopticon, the Vulture waited. The trap was laid. The bait prepared. At a prearranged time, a door opened. The Invisible Woman would already be there. Unseen, she would slip past the guards. Right behind the naked, mutant woman with the blue skin. Right through the doorway...which closed behind her as the Panopticon rotated along its extradimensional access.

Trapping her in here with him.

Sue Storm's eyes went wide. When she was invisible, she couldn't close her eyelids. Couldn't shut out the light that filtered through to her corneas. Couldn't look away.

Which meant she saw anything.

Dozens of naked women in an invisible prison. On every wall, pornographic images played. Messages flashed. Strange pink swirls glowed. In the first second, Sue Storm saw cocks spurting, while the message GOOD GIRLS SWALLOW CUM writhed in neon letters across her vision. There was nowhere in the prison she could escape from the sight, no way to look away—at least, not while she was invisible.

I have to find the Eyrie fast, Sue thought, as the blue-skinned mutant in front of her curled into a fetal ball, trying to hide her eyes from the constant deluge of writhing, naked bodies and hypnotic spirals.

The Vulture waited. It would take Sue Storm time to find her way here. And all that time, she couldn't close her eyes. Couldn't look away. The Panopticon showed everything.