Important Note: The Invisible Woman character and the name Sue Richards are properties of Marvel Comics, as are all other references to the Fantastic Four and those characters. All are used herein exclusively for the purpose of parody. There are no claims of ownership of these characters and no profit will be seen from the publication of this work. All the other original characters in this story are the property of this author and any use of them requires permission from Dr. Dominator.
Ch. 1
Walking briskly down New York City’s posh Fifth Avenue on a warm summer day, Sue Richards was enjoying the start of two hours of freedom from her usual duty of being a trusted member of the Fantastic Four. A nice breeze in the air was carrying to her the fresh scent of pine from Central Park across the street. Sue crossed 61st street heading downtown, striding beneath the awning of the famous Pierre Hotel.
Dressed in a pair of $200 blue jeans, a colorful Mexican blouse featuring embroidered fruit arranged around a low scoop neck and a pair of blue leather pumps with 4-inch heels, the shapely blonde was drawing appreciative looks from passersby, doormen and the vendor at the hot dog cart across the avenue. She wasn’t upset at the attention her body and smartly-displayed cleavage received. She was proud of her figure and while it was heightened in her Fantastic Four uniform, it felt nice not to be so constrained and enshrined in Kevlar and spandex. Besides, she loved this blouse, one she’d picked up on a shopping spree at Mercado Libertad in Guadalajara.
Just after she passed under the second awning that protected the main entrance of the fancy hotel, she heard a deep voice calling out to her with alarm. Looking to her left, she saw a long, lean Nordic-looking man in a tan suit with blond hair done up in a man bun. He was half bent over next to a small guard’s booth in a narrow courtyard off the main avenue. Calling out again, the clearly distressed man motioned to her with a frantic wave.
“Miss! Over here. Help!” the man in tan implored her. Still bent forward, his face was turned to her and he looked quite concerned. His mouth was quivering under his small mustache and his short, pointed goatee was bobbing up and down. “I think this guy, this guard, doorman, whatever… he’s hurt!”
Sue took the four quick steps past the open iron gate and up to the guard’s booth and looked down. Indeed, the uniformed figure there was prone on the ground, his face squashed against the concrete drive with one arm flung out. Sue knelt down to examine him more closely and that’s when the prone figure’s second arm came out from under his torso and jammed something into her side. Behind Sue, the tall blond in tan gripped her shoulders and pinned her down hard until her bent knees met the asphalt with a painful smack. He quickly lifted his hands and a nanosecond later, before Sue could rise up, the taser lit up and she jerked helplessly in place.
The weight of her breasts jolted against herself, shuddering in a random dance of spontaneous spasms. She was barely aware of it; in fact, barely cognizant of any thoughts she’d had just 30 seconds before of her nice two hours of freedom. All instincts and memories sizzled away with a searing blindness that left her falling away from the man’s hovering hands behind her. She flopped and twitched on the ground, helplessly twisting and knocking her body parts in all directions with no sense of control. There was only jaw-tightening panic. The taser was pulled away and still she spasmed on the ground.
It wasn’t even half a minute from the time she knelt down to the moment she was tossed into the back of the white van onto a shag carpet. The tan man climbed in beside her quaking form while the uniformed guard dashed along the side of the truck and hopped behind the wheel. Mere seconds after that, the vehicle pulled out onto Fifth Avenue. Unfortunately for Sue, Fifth Avenue was remarkably free of traffic at the moment, and the vehicle sped away through a long, lucky run of bright green lights. The hot dog vendor across the street stood there slack jawed and immobile, barely certain he’d witnessed the speedy abduction at all.