The Frightful Four Trapped In The Zone: Issue 1: The LOCKDOWN Begins!!

Sue moved quickly through the streets quickly. She turned from the person who called to her, though it was a feminine voice, and a quick glance back confirmed that it was a rather beautiful elderly blue skinned woman, she couldn't trust anyone here. If someone recognized her there would be dire consequences.

Something began to beep, and out of the corner of Susan's eyes she saw a red flashing which must be coming from her collar. Her feet carried her faster through the streets. The sound of buzzing could be heard behind her, with a loud voice speaking over a megaphone, “Halt prisoner.....do not attempt to escape.” Since there was enough pedestrian traffic to cover her, the Invisible Woman was sure she hadn't been seen in the crowd. Her fears began to grow when the beeping became more frequent and louder. She picked up the pace and pushed people aside. The large lights of the casino called to her. Maybe in there she could lose them. That's when she felt her leg hit something. It sent her flying face forward into the hard pavement, she was lucky her hands caught her fall. She turned to see a black boot had tripped her.

She looked up to see several guards with blasters surrounding her. Her escape had failed. The men with silver helmets and the markings of the Collective grabbed her roughly, and pushed people away. A large leash like cord was attached to her collar, and one of the men yanked it in the direction he intended to bring Susan. As she was escorted off like a common criminal while people watched and pointed, Susan looked back to see the legs of the woman wearing the black boots. It was a woman wearing a black dress and covered in a dark veil. She had on a cape with a red inner lining. “KARISMA!” Sue shouted, fighting her restraints to get at the person who had cause her recapture. The guards were simply too string and forceful without her powers, and they all but dragged her away. What was she doing here in the Negative Zone, Susan thought as she tried to keep step back to the ship.

In time, she found herself back in her cell, albeit looking much different than the last visit. She sat on the metal bench that lined the wall and slapped her knees. “Don't go off on your own,” Sue heard Reed's words in her head. Still treating her like the Damsel in Distress, just like in the beginning. Though these words filled her with embarrassment at her current predicament.

The hours ticked away, and Sue thought of Johnny, hoping he'd return home. She knew her hopes were near impossible, and not even one hour had passed on Earth since she had left. Who were these captors the “Collective”? Where was she being taken and to whom? The uncertainty made her shiver.

One of her questions was soon answered, at least somewhat. The door to the empty cell hissed open, and Sue was shocked to see the smiling face of Bentley Wittman the Wizard, accompanied by Mac Gargan the villain know as the Scorpion. It was clear that the Wizard had tinkered with Gargan's suit as it appeared more like his own, but green and with specific adjustments. Two other male guards came in and moved to the corners.

“Wittman?” Sue stood up and put her hands on her hips. “What the hell are you doing in this place?”

The Wizard punched away on his handheld computer, not even looking up. “You'd be surprised how much these primitives will pay for technology,” he pointed to her collar. “Like your restraining collar, which quite frankly would never work on Earth. Negative Energy and all, I'd explain it but I think it'd be over your head.”

Sue spat at him, “Fuck you BENTLEY! RELEASE ME AT ONCE!”

The Wizard was not going to let this prize go, not now. “I'm afraid a certain party has paid quite heavily to have you delivered!” He pointed to Susan, “Prepare her properly....and do NOT touch her Gargan!” The door hissed and he exited.

Sue Storm looked over the villain, she didn't really know this man, other than a few tussles. Quite honeslty he wasn't exactly on her level or the Fantastic Four's level. “Not enough banks to rob on Earth Gargan?”

He smiled looking at her body in the revealing dress slowly taking her all in. “You'd be surprised what they offer someone with my abilities and skills here,” he licked his lips. “Bentley told me there would be perks to this. I just never imagined.” He produced a knife from his side, and Susan took a step back in fear. In his other hand was a scepter like device with buttons. He clicked one large green button and Sue felt a shock in her neck, causing her to fall to her knees. The man closed the gap and brought the knife to her neck, she kept his eye contact the entire time. “Defiant,” he laughed, “I like that,” the knife slowly moved towards the gold cinch that connected the two front portions of the dress. With a flick of his wrist he cut the side of the ring and the dress flaps came loose, exposing Susan's ample breasts and the sides of her nipples.

Sue kept her composure though it was hard. She had been here before, well, not this far, but she had been a captive of many men, from Rama-tut, to Namor and even Doom. Those men were much more respectful of a lady surprisingly, thought Sue at that moment. She felt his form move behind her and he lifted her to the feet by her pulling up her elbow. She felt the villain's hot breath on her neck, and then cringed when his left hand slid under the open dress, and over her exposed breast.

“Stop that,” one of the two guards stated, both pointed their blasters at the Scorpion. “If she is to be molested in ANY way, the client will know. HE will destroy us all.”

Gargan pushed Sue forward, and she fell to her knees with a thud. All these falls were creating various bruises and scrapes on her knees and hands. He nodded, “I know I know, not an OUNCE of DNA on her, and if we do.....” He chuckled, “I'm not even afraid of that guy!”

The outspoken guard took a breath. “You should be.”

The Scorpion moved back to the kneeling Sue. “Stand up!” He grabbed her forearm and pulled her to her feet. Sue stood motionless, not wanting to be hit or suffer another shock. Gargan cut the back of her dress, right down the crack of her ass. She was nude, right there, right in front of these men, and for the first time in a long time, she felt helpless, as Reed had once believed her. Stay strong, she kept telling herself.

The villain next pulled out a small device from his pocket. “We can have SOME fun. No one said we couldn't film this.” He yelled for Susan to pose for him as he snapped what appeared to be digital photos. Sue stood her ground, even after several shocks. “I don't really care what you do, men will pay top dollar here for pictures of THE Susan Richards nude.” He informed Susan, that if she told the client, then he'd bring these tapes to Earth. It was the only real leverage he had, but it was quite enough at that moment.

The camera device was pointed at her crotch. Her bush was rather fuzzy, as she hadn't shaven. But the outline of her wonderful vagina was clear. “Not ready for any fun are we?” He left the room and returned with a large white hose. “Let's get you wet!”

Sue felt the torrent of water hit her, and her natural reaction was to cover herself from the stream with her hands. As the firehouse of water cascaded across er body, sending her against the wall, she realized she was being cleaned just like a prisoner on Earth. Sue fell to her knees and tried to hide her sobbing face as water dripped from her body.

She heard the villain chuckle. “Nice and wet, just like the whore we all know you are.”

Sue didn't look up, but she felt a smaller stream of liquid hit her hair. A strong smell emanated from it, and when it ran to her lips, she momentarily tasted it. Piss. She looked up to see Gargan pissing on her, “You fucking pig, stop, stop, stop!” She cried out, holding up her hands.

“Come on boys, join in the fun,” Gargan chortled. “Let's take this uppity high society bitch down a notch! ” The two guards looked quickly at each other, and hesitated, “There ain't no DNA in pee!”

The guards moved to Gargan and dropped trow. If they couldn't fuck this beauty, why not. Who can say they pissed on a naked Invisible Woman. The three emptied there bladders on Sue, as she held her head down and didn't move. Gargan flipped his camera device back together and put it in his belt. “That'll catch a hefty price here.” He picked up the hose and began to spray her again, cleaning off the piss.

As he left her and moved towards the door, Sue put her hands on the ground and drenched in water, tears, and piss actually smiled up at him. “You will pay for this!” She seethed. It was a rather off thing for a heroine to say. Something a darker personality like Doom might utter. It felt perfectly succinct.

Sue remained in a ball, holding her legs close. She didn't move when a linen like sack was placed over her head. She was moved, and pushed, and shoved. Luckily, no one touched her. She heard voices, first Gargan's, then Wittman's, then unfamiliar ones. They spoke of prices and payment. She was given to a new group. She understood that. With husky deep voices. She tried in her mind to think about who the “client” was. She pieced together words Gargan and Wittman had spoken It was a male, a powerful male, someone who payed a hefty price for her, and didn't want her to be touched. Someone who was feared and respected in this place.

Finally after hours of movement, she finally stopped. The ground under her feet felt hard. The hood was lifted from her head, and she was pushed forward. It took her some time to look back, but she didn't see the person of people who brought her here. Her eyes adjusted to the lower light, and she saw a dank dungeon like structure lined with granite looking rocks, though she knew they weren't granite. A metal table was in the middle. That was all. She looked up towards the ceilings, and saw more large rock slabs, there were several flat screens adorning the walls.

She noticed machines in corners. Plenty of them. They had an odd familiarty to them. Susan felt a presence behind her head. A dark shadow filled her vision from the side, and from the darkness a familiar face appeared, clad in the signature purple helmet. "Hello Susan," Bentley Wittman, the Wingless Wizard once again smiled. "I apologize for the theatrics," he nodded to her. "And for the behavior of my less reputable colleagues. But you are quite the prize in this Zone."

Susan laughed, though still naked. "I guess you stole enough shit on Earth to purchase me."

The Wizard shook his head, "Heavans no," he laughed. "I saw an opportunity present itself." He walked around her. "And I took it." He clicked something on his metal wristbands which dispalyed a console. An image of Annihilus's cosmic control rod appeared. "I want this....and you're going to help me."

Susan Storm-Richards laughed out loud. "Why would I help you." She heard Bentley click his wrist console again and she felt a tinge of electricity rock her body, pusling from her neck.

"I've hacked your control collar." He sneered down at her. "Which I will remove."

Five years later.....

Jomo Kimanye sat watching the footage of the latest break in by the Fearsome Four. Shadow City's greatest hero stood with his arms crossed in annoyance as The Wizard and The Scorpion fought with bank guards in downtown Shadow City. The third member of the cadre, Wizard's "Punisher Robot" was already defeated by the guards EMP tech which rendered him inert.

Commissioner O'Neil, Shadow City's top cop shook his head. "How could they hit another bank." He pointed to the screen. "They look outnumbered...."

Lockdown stopped his companion with a wave of his costumed hand. "There," he pointed, and as like an apparition, the Wizard's female counterpart with no name appeared. The media called ber Wizardess. She was dressed in a helmet and outfit that matched the Wizard, but with a more revealing chest plate. Using her "magic" she moved cop cars with her hands and blocked bullets, creating a magical field around the four villains. The tide soon turned in favor of the Fearsome Four and in under a minute, ten million credits and the entire villainous team were caught.

O'Neil grumbled. "We need the task **** on this." He turned to Lockdown. "Where is Rosetta Stone."

Lockdown shook his head, "we cant let her know just yet." He went out of the room quickly. "I can track them". It was a lie, he couldn't he knew that, he thought as he walked to the Night Cruiser. This was his mess. He had put the Frightful Four in his "training simulation". He'd put other Earth heroes in the simulation. It was a world designed to fit Lockdowns hunting ability. He fancied himself the Zones greatest hero. So when The Frightful Four had been captured, he put them under anesthesia and then placed them on life support as he hooked their minds up to the simulation.

He knew Bentley Wittmann, The Wizard. He knew The Scorpion, Mac Gargan. He knew the Punisher droid. He did not know the girl who wore the Wizards same helmet. Didn't even know her name thanks to the helmet, which he couldn't take off. He knew nothing and the helmet blocked all ability to gage anything. Same as the Wizard's helemet.

So he placed her mind in the simulation as the Wizard's moll. He crafted her persona to be "The Apprentice" or "Couquette Conjurer". But she was beautiful and Jomo fell for her. It was his downfall. The Four escaped.

Now they wanted vengeance.