Susan Storm: Captured

The Negative Zone screamed around them, violet lightning tearing open pockets of starless dark. Susan Storm Richards, the Invisible Woman, glided through the chaos, her powers forming a protective, unseen veil around her.

Her sleek, midnight blue costume clung to her like a second skin, the unstable molecules shimmering under kaleidoscopic light. Energy cracked; each pulsing flash lit the inward sweep of her waist, the rich curve of her hips, and the full, inviting swell of her perfect, perky breasts.

She felt the stares of the enemy before she saw them—hungry glances crawling over the bounce of her ass, the sway of gold hair across her shoulders, the quiver of her cleavage. Part of her liked it; the part she never confesses to Reed.

“Johnny, left flank!” she called. A wall of flame roared past her shoulder, heat licking her cheek as Johnny ignited a firestorm that cut down a wave of Blastaar’s minions.

Reed and Ben, meanwhile, were already locked in a struggle with the towering warlord himself. “You think your feeble efforts can challenge me?” he boomed, unleashing a burst of energy that sent them reeling.

Just as Sue was about to launch an attack, a sudden shift in the air caught her attention. A rift in reality opened nearby, pulsing with dark energy. Before she could react, Blastaar’s eyes locked onto her, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Ah, the elusive Invisible Woman. Now is the time for my true prize!” he bellowed, extending his arm toward her. A wave of energy surged from him, ensnaring Sue in its grip. The rift snapped shut the instant it swallowed her—no sound, no resistance, just the gut-plunge of falling off the edge of reality.

• • •

Her head throbbed. She felt cold, hard stone under her palms.

Sue staggered upright, fighting dizziness as her vision cleared into shapes—a cavernous hall, harsh angles, towering pillars of black crystal pulsing with strange, violet light. She was in Blastaar’s throne room, the heart of his grand castle on his home planet of Baluur. Guards stood in silent formation along the walls, armor like obsidian plates, energy-spears crackling at their sides.

His voice boomed at her ear before she realized he was behind her.

“Welcome to my realm, Susan Richards.”

Her entire body jolted, but he was already upon her. She felt his touch tracing her curves; he ogled his prize as he slid his hands over her chest, bold and possessive, testing the give of the fabric.

Sue screamed and stumbled forward, not realizing her captor was so close to her body. As she regained her footing and turned to face him, his voice rumbled once more.

“Resistance is futile, my dear,” Blastaar continued in a low, sultry growl. “Surrender to the pleasure I offer, and your every desire will be laid bare.”

“What have you done?” Sue demanded, her voice laced with defiance. “You can’t hold me here!”

Blastaar chuckled, a deep, menacing rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

“Oh, Susan Richards, you already belong to me. Your powers, your beauty — they are now mine to possess. You will have a cherished place among my harem. Your power is intoxicating, and together, we can reshape this realm.”

Sue's heart pounded. “I’ll never be yours,” she yelled as her form shimmered out of sight. But as she faded from view, Blastaar’s gaze didn’t waver, a smirk creeping across his face.

“You think you can hide from me?” he taunted, his voice echoing through the throne room.

His hands snapped outward, summoning a surge of raw kinetic energy. The air crackled around him as he unleashed a powerful blast in her direction, sending a shockwave through the chamber. The blast hit her like a freight train—pressure, heat, then the hard slam of stone against her back as her invisibility faltered. Before she could react, one of the towering guards lunged forward. In an instant, he clamped a power-dampening collar around her neck, the cold metal leaving goosebumps all over her soft skin.

Blastaar stepped closer, and Sue felt his triumphant, predatory gaze piercing through her uniform.

“You see? You can’t escape me. Every attempt you make to resist only brings you closer to your fate. Soon, you will learn to embrace what I can give you.”

Sue felt a chill run through her. She could sense the pull of his presence, the raw power radiating from him. Blastaar was clearly an alpha male, and a royal one at that: exasperatingly imperious, but regal, intense, commanding — even magnetic. It was a charisma she couldn’t ignore, a stark contrast to Reed’s reserved intellect. For a moment, she found herself oddly enticed; try as she might to deny it, she found such unapologetic bravado undeniably attractive in men like the Sub-Mariner and Doom. On many a night when Reed was in his lab and she was alone in their bed, thinking about it left her breathless and yearning. Still, Blastaar wasn’t like them — no refined seduction, no poetry. He was raw, unapologetic, and that made him terrifying... and thrilling.

And just as it did whenever she thought of Namor and Victor, guilt crept in as her thoughts returned to Reed, her steadfast husband, who was fighting off hordes of Blastaar’s forces as she jawed with the alien warlord himself.

She re-centered herself. She couldn’t let any of this distract her now. She had to find a way back to her team and escape Blastaar’s grasp. “Your games won’t work on me,” she spat out in spite.

“Ah, but this is just the beginning, Susan Richards,” Blastaar replied, his voice smooth and dangerous. “You will come to realize that I can give you pleasures and power beyond your wildest dreams. And soon enough, you will be begging to stay.”