Sue Storm Gets Cuntblocked

The massage parlor wasn't far. Sue Storm was on her way, in a dreamy half-daze after another profound, mind-opening session with Dr. Stone. She steeled herself, nervous and yet excited as her feet guided her toward something new—an experience she had never dared even contemplate before.

Then her Fantastic Four communicator rang.

Automatically, she acknowledged the call.

"Sue! Symbiotes are attacking a fashion show...I need you to meet us at these coordinates..."

The Invisible Woman was already moving, ascending invisible steps, shedding clothes to reveal her costume underneath. She stopped running and instead rode an invisible surfboard guiding it between buildings, ducking pigeons and wires, picking up speed as she pushed herself through the air, her blonde hair whipping behind her, invisible goggles protecting her eyes.

Reed and Ben arrived in the Fantasticar, her husband loaded with sonic weapons. Johnny came streaming in, an incandescent comet. Together the four of them cornered the four afflicted models...whose exotic costumes, it turned out, had been dormant symbiotes, awoken by some remote control. Under the influence of Johnny's flame and the sonic weapons, the symbiotes were **** from their hosts, and Sue was there to trap them in invisible **** bubbles.

That set the tone for the week, really.

More terrorist attacks followed. Reed desperately tracked the outbreaks, sought clues. The Fantastic Four was at the forefront of a seemingly endless series of attacks. The New York School of Design. Major fashion magazine offices. Modeling agencies, high-end couture shops...there was a definite theme, and at last we found the mastermind behind the attacks. A disaffected fashion student who had somehow found a version of the machine that had made Spider-Man's costume.

By the time Sue Storm was due for her next appointment with Dr. Stone, she had slept maybe three hours a night for the last seven days. She had barely showered or eaten, had hardly seen her own children or her own bed. There were bags under her eyes and she was bodily exhausted, bruises hidden by makeup and long, loose clothing, as she dragged herself back to the psychiatrist's office.

"You've had a busy week," Dr. Stone observed. "I'm guessing you didn't get that happy ending?"

Sue gave a bitter grin. If she wasn't so exhausted, she would have found more polite words, but sore and tired as she was, the Invisible Woman was blunt.

"I've been cuntblocked all week."

Dr. Stone smiled. Her sweater seemed tighter and thinner today, emphasizing the shape of her breasts, and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra beneath it. The tight leggings she wore were almost sheer, and she wasn't even wearing any underwear beneath. It was a daring appearance, like being fully clothed and naked at the same time.

"Well, we'll have to do something about that," she said.