Reed Richards Investigates The Video

Doctor Doom watched and waited. There was no immediate summoning of lawyers, no notice of impending divorce. The Fantastic Four continued their adventures, saving the world.

And yet...

His digital agents found the trail of Reed Richards sniffing at Sue Storm's search history, her credit card payments. The slight uptick of traffic was the network of drones that began to tail the Invisible Woman like an entourage. Tracking her movement. Gathering data.

Confirming what Richards already knew.

Behind his metal mask, Doctor Doom did not smile. This evidence of Richard's suspicion, of the first crack in his psyche, was promising. Yet it was not the revenge he sought. Already he could see that Richards was investigating the video as well, trying to prove that it wasn't a hologram, a Life Model Decoy, a clone, an extradimensional counterpart from some alternate timeline. His brilliant mind was reaching for explanations except that one that was right in front of him.

Sue Storm, meanwhile, was utterly unaware that she had broken her husband's heart. Her sessions with Moonstone became more elaborate. Almost sadistic. Doom observed his "partner" in a straitjacket, bottomless, with a ball-gag, slowly being impaled on an invisible shaft that pushed her superhuman anatomy to its limit. The Invisible Woman seemed delighted in penetration, in forcing Karla wider and wider, and then licking her clit to stimulate the psychiatrist to climax.

Doom observed this with detachment. Such games were not for him. They served a purpose, that was all. Yet he believed that Karla could still serve a further purpose, now that she had corrupted Sue Storm into such sapphic delights.

"...and I want that asshole bleached tomorrow," Sue Storm told her beloved bitch. "I want to see if I can get both fists inside of it."

"Y-yes, mistress," Karla managed as she lay splayed out on the bed in her apartment. Her pussy hurt. Her chest heaved. When the Invisible Woman left, the villain floated over to where she hid the bourbon, not trusting her legs to hold her. Moonstone sloshed the amber alcohol in the glass and downed it at a gulp.

How the fuck did I let my life get like this? Karla wondered. Something dribbled out of her pussy as a spasm went through her body. I was supposed to be in charge, but she's so...forceful.

Doom's hologram flashed into existence. Karla didn't even bother to try and cover up.

"Your progress," Doctor Doom said. "Has been adequate. Reed Richard's suspicions are raised. He knows, yet pretends he needs confirmation. He has begun to surveil Sue Storm. How do you suggest we proceed?"

She stared up at him, a supervillain who had whored herself out for the sake of his revenge. Bitterly, she asked: "I'm still going to get fucked, no matter what happens."

The cowled head nodded.

Moonstone sighed. "Alright. Here's what we do..."