Madame Hydra Brainwashes Sue Storm Into A Loyal Agent of HYDRA!

The helmet was fixed on Sue Storm's head, so she could not see or hear anything. Her arms and legs were bound so that she could not move her limbs. She knew that she was standing upright, but nothing else. Instinctively, she tried to turn the mask invisible, but when she did a blinding light burst in front of her eyes...and in the blinking aftermath she saw flashes of a skull with tentacles, of bare breasts and hard cocks, and a voice began to echo in her ears... "Hail HYDRA Hail HYDRA Hail HYDRA," running over and over, interspersed with moans.

Some of them were Sue's.

Kneeling before and after her, Thornn and her sister Feral ran their tongues over the Invisible Woman's pussy and ass. Collars on the mutant sisters' necks were mostly for show; Madame Hydra had been assured of their obedience by the architect of this new device.

"Are you sure this brainwashing device will work, M.O.D.A.M.?" the green-haired woman said to the giant head mounted on a stunted body. The distorted features of M.O.D.A.M. did not change, but the whole being on its hover chair tilted forward and back.

"Every time Sue Storm climaxes, her defenses to the mental programming collapse," M.O.D.A.M. said. "Even now, we map her neural pathways. Whatever Moonstone has done to manipulate her is facilitating the process. By morning, the Invisible Woman will be a loyal agent of HYDRA!"

The green lips of Madame Hydra frowned she reached forward and pinched Sue's nipple, eliciting a gasp. There were many technologies to reprogram an agent. None of them were infallible. Worse, she knew that the Fantastic Four were already looking for their missing member. The Invisible Woman would be a valuable soldier...but a deadly enemy.

Better dead.

"Lick harder, sluts!" Madame Hydra ordered. "I don't care how deep you have to shove your tongues in that asshole! I want this cunt to cum like she's never cum before!"

Moonstone's mistake was trying to fight.

Her first punch had everything she had in it. All the gravity-assisted strength of her alien-enhanced physiology, packing into a few square inches. If Ben Grimm hadn't been expecting it, the blow might have shattered his jaw.

Instead, he sidestepped, the blow glancing off his brow, breaking off a chunk of his stony hide.

Leaving her wide open.

Ben Grimm didn't normally like to hit women. He made an exception for villains that hurt Sue Storm. The Thing's fist slammed into Moonstone's midriff hard enough to rattle her spine and bruise her kidneys. She collapsed immediately, the way a good bodyblow could knock out even a heavyweight champion. Dimly aware she was going to be pissing blood tonight.

If she survived.

"Let's try that again," Ben said, hauling her up, arms pinned beneath her so that she had no leverage. "Where's Suzy? What were you doing to her?"

Reed Richards was busy with Moonstone's laptop.

"Karla Stone is Karla Sofen," he said. "The villain known as Moonstone. And...I recognize this digital architecture. Latverian. You're in cahoots with Victor von Doom."

Moonstone spat. She couldn't believe this square used the word "cahoots."

"We need to move her," Reed said, packing up her laptop. "Doom doesn't leave his failed agents alive."

Johnny Storm melted a hole in Karla's window. The Fantasticar hovered just outside of the building. For a moment, Moonstone thought she saw an opening.

Her heel slammed into the Thing's crotch. For just a moment, his grip loosened. She tore herself from his grasp, losing some skin in the process, and leaped out of the window. Her moonstone allowed her to fly...

...and as she fell toward the street, nothing happening, she realized that Doom had no intention of allowing Karla to be captured.