Sue Storm Tells The Truth

The Invisible Woman sighed. There was no way around it. Her head bent, eyes to the table, Sue Storm told her tale. The college photoshoot, Janet van Dyne finding the pictures online, her meeting with Tess Tempest, the deal she'd struck—all of it. The men listened, silent, and Sue couldn't lift her face to see their expressions, how they judged her.

It was Ben Grimm who finally broke the silence.

"Huh. Well, don't that beat all," the Thing said. "An' here I was gettin' ready to smash somebody into paste."

"Well, I understand why you kept this to yourself, sis," Johnny Storm said. "But I'm glad you're all right."

Sue raised her head. She stared from one teammate to the other. Her lower lip quivered.

"You're...you don't think I'm a slut?" she asked.

Ben Grimm made a sound like a mouse caught in a vacuum cleaner.

"Suzy...yer a saint. I mean, compared to some of the stuff Stretch and I got up to at university..."

"None of that now, chum," Reed Richards broke in. His rubbery limbs stretched across the table to take Sue's hands in his. "I'm not concerned about the photos, darling. I am concerned about the woman you dealt with. What she might do with your costume now that she has it."

In her home, Tess Tempest waited impatiently as the Mad Thinker scraped a few pubic hairs from the crotch of Sue Storm's costume. The porn star was naked, as was her wont. The Mad Thinker wore a full-body green garment, his wild shock of brown hair carefully controlled by a hairness, a mask on his face, gloves on his hands as he pulled skin and hair samples from the unstable molecule fabric.

"Is it enough?" she asked.

"The DNA samples are plentiful," the Mad Thinker said. "Once cultured, they should be more than sufficient to provide a supply of Mutant Growth Hormone for your needs."

"And then," Tess whispered with a smile. "I'll have Sue's powers and her costume."

The Thinker's eyes flicked towards her.

"As long as you keep up your end of the deal."

Lewdly, Tess Tempest spread her thighs. One hand reached down to her crotch, where she splayed the lips open, the pink insides glistening and wet.

"Oh, trust me. I'm wet, willing, and ready when you are, darling," Tess Tempest's smile was cold and wicked. "I love fucking intelligent men."

"It seems that your approach has failed," Doctor Doom said. The image on the quantum tunnelscope provided a hazy vision of the inside of the Baxter Building, but the audio was clear enough. "The trust of the Fantastic Four is as strong as ever, even given this revelation."

"Patience, my good doctor," Mysterio said. "Sue Storm's admission only confirms to her family that she lied to them. Now they must concern themselves with what else she has kept from them. Our associate is already implementing her next part in my plan. The Invisible Woman will soon find that her actions have far-reaching consequences."

"For your own sake," Doom said, her metal-clad arms crossed before his chest. "You had best pray that you are correct."