The Chemicals Cannot Be Synthesized - Malice Needs To Seek Out The Source

A razor swept away the golden curls of pubic hair, to leave a clean, bald labia behind.

Invisible fingers pinched the thick, dark nipples as the needles slid through the flesh. Blood made dark stains on the black fabric, but the sigh that issued from her lips was as much pleasure as pain.

Black lipstick, left over from a Hallowe'en party, was painted onto the dull pink lips.

One of Reed's black leather belts, cut down, made a fitting collar.

The black hood slid over Malice's hair, and the half-mask pressed against her face. Now, at last, she felt more complete. More herself.

The former heroine stared into the mirror. There hadn't been time to fabricate an entire costume out of unstable molecules, but a few judicious alterations to the Invisible Woman's existing costumes produced something that suited her resurgent dark personality. A black shirt had been cut down to rags that barely covered Malice's breasts, the underside of her soft, swollen bosom clearly visible, nipples threatening to be revealed with every twist of her torso—or they would, except the safety-pins that now pierced each nipple held the shred of fabric firmly in place. Tight black pants, altered to ride low on her hips, exposed the cleavage of Malice's ass, and would have revealed her pubic hair, if she had any. The tall black boots with their heels looked wicked with the addition of a few metal spikes.

There was more that Malice wanted to do. Much more. She deserved a cape, broad shoulder pads adorned with spikes, black nails long and sharp enough to cut flesh, a crotch-piece mounted with spikes. To walk into a room and be an immediate figure of fear and dominance. Yet that would only be possible so long as Sue Storm's nervous system remained under the effects of whatever strange substance was in Porkum's bonbons. The villain was sure of that.

"H.E.R.B.I.E.!" Malice growled. "Are there any results yet?"

"Initial analysis complete," the robot chirped. "Primary ingredient is mutant sperm and seminal fluid. DNA not on file. Several exotic biological compounds are present, including dimeth..."

Malice glowered as the tiny robot spewed forth a stream of chemical names. Some she recognized, or could parse due to her own studies in chemistry and biology, but her temper grew short.

"Can it be synthesized?" she said.

"Negative. No synthesis method possible without access to unknown source compounds. Additional analysis required."

"Unknown?" Malice said, and her blue eyes became half-lidded. "No. A mutant pig-man sends us tainted chocolates full of sperm from an unknown mutant? Clearly, this is the pervert's own disgusting seed. Part of some nefarious scheme..."

The black-clad villain stalked into the kitchen, and H.E.R.B.I.E. followed her as she put on a pot of coffee. She could feel the physical and mental exhaustion in her body and mind. Sue Storm had laid down to bed, tired from her wound and a long day. Yet Malice did not dare sleep. If she did, Sue Storm might gain resurgence once more. Malice was not about to surrender her existence so easily.

"How many bonbons are left?" Sue asked.

"Ten," H.E.R.B.I.E. replied.

It roiled Malice's stomach to think about actually ingesting those things. Yet if she did not, then Sue might take control. Or...she could arrange for Sue to eat them. That might stretch out her existence a little longer.

"H.E.R.B.I.E.," Malice asked. "What are the effects of these bonbons, if ingested?"

"Exact effects unclear. Chemical compounds show similarity to pheromones associated with the criminal known as the Mandrill and designer **** such as 3,4-Methyl​enedioxy​methamphetamine..."

"Ecstasy," Malice translated, as a black stream of coffee poured into a cup. She didn't both with cream or sugar, but took the hot caffeinated liquid into her body. It would help, if only a little.

The villain took a deep breath. For a moment, she centered herself, as Sue Storm had learned to do long ago. To extend her awareness to her entire body...and listen to its needs. The aching throb of the wound in her leg. Her sore, sensitive nipples that she had pierced, the fabric now stiff with dried blood. A hunger...no, a need. The thought of Porkum's bonbons made her mouth water and her stomach gurgle. Malice opened her icy blue eyes and felt the edges of that nascent addiction.

"I need more of Porkum's seed," Malice said aloud to herself, unaware that H.E.R.B.I.E. was listening. "I need to find the pig-man, and..."