For some time, the heroes and Doom seemed to be lost in a maze of tunnels and caverns. Strange was becoming more and more frustrated."Some sorcery is keeping us off the scent!" "Dammit Stephen!",yelled Reed. "You have to find my wife!"
At that moment, they all distinctly heard Sue's voice calling from a dark tunnel to their left. "Oh Reed, is that you? Please save me!" she cried. Reed immediately rushed in the direction of the voice,with the others close behind.
They emerged into a great cavernous space, lit with fire pits and great flaming braziers. In the center of the room was a great carven throne,and sitting in it was Mephisto, lounging nonchalantly and grinning at them."Oh, I'm so glad you found your way, eventually" he sniggered.
"Curse you demon!", bellowed Reed. "What have you done with her?!?"
Mephisto raised himself up and looked over his shoulder."Well my dear, what HAVE I done with you?"
"Nothing I didn't enjoy," purred a voice of pure sensuality.
From behind the throne slinked a vision of sexuality that made all the men gasp and they all felt their cocks begin to stiffen. It was Susan Storm, for sure, but she had undergone a stunning change. Her features were basically the same, but she now wore a look of seductive wickedness. Her blonde hair was now an almost silver platinum, her eye makeup was shimmering black and her lipstick was a deep, dark red. She smiled at her "rescuers", and ran her tongue along her glossy lips. The light twinkled off the silver stud that now pierced her tongue.
Her outfit was a like a hybrid of what she'd worn as Malice and the more revealing Fantastic Four costume she'd once worn. Her torso was sheathed in what looked like a black latex swimsuit with silver trimmings. There was a hole revealing her wondrous cleavage, but this one wasn't shaped like a 4, it was shaped like a pentagram. She wore black latex thigh boots with six inch heels and small silver studs around the tops. Her arms were sheathed in black latex opera gloves, and she wore studded leather bracelets round each wrist. Around her neck, was Malice's trademark studded leather collar.
Her already beautiful figure seemed slightly enhanced. Her hips slightly wider, her breasts slightly larger, her ass slightly fuller, her waist slightly narrower. Her face seemed somehow more beautiful too. Her eyebrows were more arched, her cheekbones a little more prominent, her lips fuller and more succulent. In short, she was a walking wet dream - a vision of smoldering sexuality.
All of the rescuers were struck dumb except for Johnny. The greatest shock was his because here was his sister, but she was the hottest bitch he'd ever seen. He was ashamed at his own arousal and fought against it."Sue, for god's sake", he called. "This isn't you!"
"Oh, but it is me, baby brother", Sue cooed."It's the me that I've kept buried for far too long. All that goody goody stuff is behind me now. And I can see from that bulge in your costume that you'd quite like to be behind me too."