Reed Richards Freaks Out

Mister Fantastic was in the kitchen, making himself a late-night sandwich when the elevator door opened. He turned, a smile on his face, expecting to see his wife back from wherever she had been. Reed Richards had seen her come through those doors thousands of times. In various costumes and outfits, injured and whole. He thought he was ready for anything.

But not this.

The woman who staggered through the doors, naked and filthy, abdomen distended and anus leaking, barely resembled his wife. Yet her smile, when she caught his eye, was a shadow of the one he knew and loved.

"Susan!" he dropped the sandwich and stretched to catch her as she collapsed, at the end of her strength.

"The beads!" she gasped. "I can't...I need to..."

Reed Richards carried his wife to the laboratory. Ben Grimm would find the half-eaten sandwich on the counter the next morning.

On the table in the medical wing of the lab, scanners analyzed what Reed's own eyes and ears were already telling him. Sue Storm reeked of sex. Her body was sticky with sweat and cum. Dried globs of it stuck in her hair, and her asshole was a red angry weal of flesh about the anal beads holding back the accumulated filth.

As Reed carefully pulled them free, Sue Storm yammered. About her betrayal.

"He fucked me," she said, and there was a hint of pride in her voice. "He fucked my ass raw and filled me to bursting. I took all of it. Two feet of cock! I don't care if my ass is never the same again."

Warning signs flashed on screens. Biological contaminants. Biohazard. Mutant DNA. Unknown pheromonal secretion. Warning. Warning. Warning...

Reed Richards listened, even as he turned Sue Storm over and over, massaging her stomach to pump out more of the mutant seed. He was not gentle with the needles that pushed into his wife's arm, but his face showed no enjoyment at her little gasps of pain. She was dehydrated; she needed the IV. She had been inseminated; she needed hormonal birth control. Her brain...

He mapped the damage as automated arms went to work, holding her gaping ass and pussy open with little clamps as they disinfected her cavernous cunny and bowels. Reed could not put a word to the emotions he felt. The shame, the anger, were beyond his vocabulary. A part of his mind briefly considered devising new words to fit this unique situation.

Yet as he stared into the depths of his wife's violated holes, he recognized there was no need for words. This demanded action.

Vengeance.

"Will you forgive me?" Sue Storm gasped, held aloft as the disinfectant fluid dripped from her gaping fuckholes. She was clean now, held suspended by mechanical arms. Reed knew that her brain was still processing weeks of sex with that maniac, that to recover the old Sue was impossible. It was only a question of what he was going to do with this cheating slut now.

"No," Reed said. A part of him knew it had not been entirely her fault. This Porkum was to blame.

"Will you let me fuck him again?" Sue asked.

That question snapped whatever thin cord of sanity remained in Reed Richards. Because what he did next was something that could not be undone.