The Photos Show Sue's Introduction to Bondage

The younger Sue Storm hadn't really been prepared when Mae had pulled out the hemp rope. There had been a glint in her friend's grey eyes—a curl to her lip—that the slightly **** young woman hadn't seen before. The undressed co-ed had squirmed.

"Is this really necessary?" Sue whispered.

"It's another two hundred bucks," Mae whispered back. "Come on. Maybe you'll like being tied up. I'm really good at this."

She had been too. Sue sat patiently on the bed and did what she was told. Held her arms out in front of her as the rope passed over and around her wrists. Above and below the elbow. Then her forearms drawn back, against her sternum, so that her soft young breasts peaked out from either side.

The guy behind the camera had gone nuts. Utterly ecstatic.

Looking back at the photos so many years later, Sue blushed. She'd been so young and innocent then. That had been the first time she'd been tied up. She hadn't even heard about the "scene" yet. Didn't discover that there was a name for bondage until later, on her own, as she researched it. Then had come the little experiments in her dorm room. She'd tied herself up. Pretend she'd been kidnapped. It had been...interesting. Different.

Not enough.

Little did the young Sue Storm know she would soon become the Invisible Girl, and then the Invisible Woman. Nowadays, when Sue ended up tied up during a mission, it sometimes gave her a few naughty ideas. Reed hadn't really understood, not at first, but after a while he had kind of gotten into it. Except he liked to tie her up with himself. Wrap himself in knots around her. Being trapped helplessly by a living, breathing, hot, rubbery thing was its own kind of kink. Sue felt her face burn a little as she remembered once, when he had clung to her like a living latex suit, only her nostrils exposed, and his face had been pressed against her crotch...

The ding of her phone broke Sue out of her reverie.

JVD: Damn girl! That's kind of kinky for your first time.

SSR: BDSM is pretty common in the cape community. All that leather and latex, the roleplay potentials of costumes...you know Spider-Man and his wife have fun times in the bedroom with all that webbing.

Sue felt a little naughty to type that out loud, but it came surprisingly easy to her. That bondage photo shoot had subtly altered the course of her life, and she felt no shame in admitting that to Janet van Dyne, even if to the rest of the world Sue Storm was prim and proper. She snorted as she thought about how some people imagined she and Reed had sex between sheets or something. If only they knew.

"Ping," the flux chronometer went. Reed frowned.

"Hmm. That's another change," he said as he tapped the readout on the device for more data. "Interesting."

"Stretch, if yer gonna play with that, I'm settin' this down," Ben Grimm said. The Thing then did just that, careful to make sure the landing gear could support the weight, small stony ears perked for any hint of screeching metal.

"It's a very tightly controlled change," Reed said. "But multiple changes in short succession often create unintended changes. I should probably investigate this further—who knows what ramifications this has had!"