Sue Storm Sends A Tasteful Nude Photo That Shows Nothing

The impromptu photo session was staged in the living room. Plenty of light from the big windows, the skyline of Manhattan beyond. Sue Storm was not self-conscious in her nudity. There was no one around her to see, except H.E.R.B.I.E., who was operating the camera.

"Mrs. Richards, I do not know if this will satisfy Porkum's demands in his missive," the robot noted.

The Invisible Woman's thighs were together. The pale curve of her buttocks was visible, the dark nipples, swollen and hard thanks to the careful application of ice cubes. She had positioned herself to hide the wounded thigh, and her vulva.

"I've thought of that," she said. "Take the picture."

A flash.

The next part was trickier. Sue sighed as she spread her legs and began to apply the whipped cream. She was going to have to be careful to wash herself out. The cherry, placed approximately above her clitoris, was the piece de resistance. The Invisible Woman gave H.E.R.B.I.E. what she hoped was a sultry smile.

Another flash.

Sue Storm got on her knees, ass in the air, hand between her legs to cover the important bits. She hated doing this, but she needed this to look good...

The courier delivered the envelope. Porkum's hands trembled a little in excitement as he opened it. A sweep of his arm cleared a cluttered table so that he could spread them out. His small dark eyes drank in the delicious sight of the naked blonde goddess. His pink prick hit the underside of the table. Unseen to him, Doom's cameras hovered and broadcast, the monarch of Latveria looking over his "partner's" shoulder.

"She did not follow the directions exactly," Doctor Doom observed. "The vulva is obscured."

Porkum nodded, unable to keep a smile off his face.

"Yeah. But we want her to have more chocolates. So we'll send her an extra-special batch," the pig-man mutant declared.

"And if she does synthesize an antidote?" Doom countered.

"She won't. Because I'm going to ask for another picture," Porkum said.

The pink box arrived. It was immediately quarantined. Sue was in a silky blue robe, trimmed with black, as she watched the robotic arms on the other side of the glass barrier unwrap it. There inside were twenty-four perfect bonbons, drizzled with what might be white chocolate, but which Sue strongly suspected was something else.

And there was another card.

"I'm so pleased to see you enjoy my treats enough to acquiesce to my little request," she read aloud. "I might just use this as advertisements. They should be quite popular on the internet. Unless, of course, you can provide me with another photo—of you consuming one of my fine, handmade products. I eagerly await your response. Signed, Porkum."

After a moment, she added: "Bastard!"

"Mrs. Richards, I strongly advise against consuming any of these confections," H.E.R.B.I.E. said. "You are already physically addicted to these products, another dose will—"

"I know, H.E.R.B.I.E.!" the Invisible Woman shouted, and then a wave of weakness came over her and she sagged against the glass barrier. On the other side, she could see the robotic arms dissect a bonbon, revealing the creamy white filling that would be sucked out for analysis. Her stomach rumbled and mouth watered. "I know. But what can I do?"