The Henchwomen Tie Sue Up And Take Her Back To Their Hideout

From the sound of things, it didn't take the henchwomen long to break into the case and retrieve the moonrocks. Alarms were blaring. The Invisible Woman's heart quickened. Instead of opening her eyes, she made a tiny part of one eyelid invisible, just enough for blurry vision.

The four costumed women had the loot in what looked like an oversized electrostatic protection bag, a kind of metal-and-plastic envelope, sealed at one end. Each was dressed head-to-toe in a baggy yellow uniform, with white masks over their mouths, white gloves and boots. Good costumes for concealing their identity; from a distance they might even be mistaken for a HAZMAT team.

"Take her with us," Number Two said, touching her ear, where there was obviously an earpiece. She was the shortest of the three, with a slender build. "Carry her to the van, tie her up. If she looks like she's waking up, give her another dose of the gas."

"What's the boss want with her?" Number Three said. She was the tallest of the four, broadest at the shoulder, and she grabbed Sue's shoulders like lifting a bag of flour. "Ransom? Make an example?"

"Maybe she's giving us a treat," Number One said, grabbing Sue's feet. Almost as tall as Number Three, but with bigger breasts; they distorted the front of her suit. "I haven't been laid since I got out of prison."

"Enough chatter," Number Four said. She leaned in close over Sue, and the heroine quickly let the invisible pinhole vanish. Apparently satisfied Sue wasn't about to wake up, the group moved, swiftly and silently.

There was a giddy excitement to the whole affair, and it was an effort of will for Sue Storm to remain slack and now stretch in their grip. She could feel the excitement at her "kidnapping," surrounded by these dastardly criminals. In her own mind, she knew she could escape at any time. The Invisible Woman pretended that she was just playing possum, letting them take her back to their lair so she could get them all.

Except that wasn't it.

They laid her down on a hard metal surface. A door slammed shut. The whole room began to move, and Sue knew they must be in the back of a van or getaway car.

"Does she need the suit?" Three asked.

Without waiting for a reply, there was the snip of a knife. A pinch, and then the dull back of a knife crept along Sue's stomach. It didn't stop when it hit her bra, which parted with a snap. As her clothing was peeled away, someone—possibly One—whistled.

"Those," she said. "Are some nice titties."

"Mine are bigger," Three grumbled.

"Yours are silicone," One said as a hand groped the Invisible Woman's bare left breast. "This is all-natural, grade-A titty."

"You really want to be molesting a superchica?" Four said, a little nervous. "You know what the heroes do to villains that do that shit."

"Yeah, yeah, the Wolverine carves 'em a new hole to piss out of," One said. "But we're not gonna rape her. She's out of it! Just...showing our appreciation. Like a couple good fans. Nothing wrong with that, is there?"

"She's dangerous," Two said. "Orders are to tie her up, gag her, and bring her back to base."

"I ain't even got a taste yet!" Three complained.

"Then eat that pussy fast," Two shot back. "We're back to base in ten minutes."

There was something in Two's bearing that screamed "military" to Sue Storm. Yet what thrilled her was the thought that this was really happening. Her heart hammered against her breastbone, nipples hard, pussy dripping. She was going to get tied up and eaten out!