THE FANTASTIC FOUR: THE PLEASURE TRAP

By Juniper

WARNING: The following story contains scenes of strong and/or nonconsensual sex. If such topics offend or upset you, do not read any further.

All characters in this story are the property of Marvel Comics. This story is not in removal of that copyright nor has it been written for financial purposes. This story may not be reprinted without the explicit permission of the author (me).

* * *

Victor von Doom sat on his throne, fingertips together, staring silently at the person standing before him. This individual had battled his way in to face Doom in person – no small feat, thought Doom – and presented Doom with a plan to conquer the Fantastic Four.

“But why come to me?” asked Doom. “You have faced the Fantastic Four before, and done quite well against them. You do not strike me as the type who needs… assistance.”

“I could defeat them,” he responded proudly, “but I am not looking for a simple test of strength. Indeed, that is where we have both failed. Relying on force, we allowed the Four to use their wits and powers to regain an advantage. But by distracting them…”

Doom considered this. In truth, his thoughts had wandered this way in the past; but such thoughts did not mix with conquest, and that was the area on which Doom focused. “Agreed,” the monarch decided. “I’ll need three of your people; plus bring along any you want as well. And, this being your plan, you will have to lure them in for me. I will do the rest.”

“I agree as well,” the figure said, turning and walking out of the chamber. Left alone, Doom sent commands out to both his Doombots and human minions to prepare suitable chambers.

And if Doom felt any pleasure, his mask revealed nothing.

* * *

The FantastiCar flew high above the New England shore, circling. While Mr. Fantastic scanned the area with the ship’s equipment, the others peered over the side.

As usual, the Thing was fidgeting. “Just drop me down there, Stretcho. I’ll splash around in da waves and Attuma’ll come out to fight me. I can take him solo, but if youse want to join in, you can.”

“I appreciate your help, Ben,” replied their leader, “but we don’t know exactly what Attuma is planning. If he’s amassed another army, he may be seeking something here on the land before heading for Atlantis. We don’t know if he’s after control of Atlantis or destroying the Sub-Mariner.”

“Probably both,” the Invisible Woman chimed in. “He’s a big brute who’d mix revenge and conquest if he could.”

“All the more reason for us to stay together. For all we know – wait! The scanners are picking up a single Atlantean life form. Two miles east, just on the shoreline and heading inwards. Johnny, take the point and we’ll follow.”

“’Bout time. FLAME ON!” Johnny leaped out of the seat, flames engulfing him and carrying him upwards. The Human Torch extended his arms and then aimed down, his body a plummeting missile. Reed guided the FantastiCar close behind, Sue Storm’s golden hair blowing back in the wind; and Ben Grimm clutched the sides of the car a little tighter, since no one was looking.

After a minute, the Fantastic Four spied their quarry: a large figure, trudging across the barren coast, fully concealed within thick aqua-blue Atlantean armor and wielding a three-pronged sword. “Lure him out!” shouted Reed, and Johnny swept in. The Torch flung a series of fireballs, which the target deflected with his sword; but he also moved further inwards, away from the ocean, towards the Fantastic Four.

The large Atlantean turned and ran, hoping to find some debris to hurl at his hovering opponent. A crushing blow stopped him, and he found himself flung backwards from an invisible force. “Nice work, Suzie, but I can take it from here” spoke a voice, and an instant later the field of invisibility dropped, revealing the Thing rubbing his fist in anticipation. The marauder spun, finding Mr. Fantastic on one side, the Invisible Woman next to him, and the Human Torch hovering above.

The four advanced slowly, focusing on their adversary. In fact, they were so focused that they did not see the four small devices emerging from the ground. A moment later, twin beams of ice burst forth. The Torch was frozen in the air, falling the ground before able to dodge or increase his flame; while Mister Fantastic found himself encased in ice before he could stretch out of the way.

Quickly, the Invisible Woman threw force fields around the beams, and they were encased in their own ice. The Thing ran to the Human Torch, planning to free his closest teammate. Unfortunately, two more devices emerged from the ground and sent sonic beams into the two remaining heroes. The Invisible Woman fell immediately, succumbing to the sonic vibrations running through her body.

The Thing was also struck, but he remained standing. After a moment, though, both beams converged on him. Still the Thing remained standing, fighting the waves of nausea and dizziness washing over him. And as he struggled to reach the source of the beams, the Atlantean dropped the blunt end of the sword on the Thing’s skull, knocking him unconscious.

A few moments later, a vehicle emerged from the water’s depths. It landed on the shore, and four Doombots emerged to load the heroes onto the vessel. The Atlantean nodded in satisfaction, then leaped onto the vessel.

Almost as quickly as it appeared, the vessel vanished in the sky, hurrying its cargo to Doom.

* * *

Even as the Invisible Girl slowly gained consciousness, she knew something was… different. There seemed to be some sort of tightness running along her body. She opened her eyes, to find herself lying down in an all-white room. Looking herself over, she discovered that a tight leather-strapped outfit had been put on her. Strips of thick black leather circled her arms and legs every few inches, a thick leather strap ran across her breasts, and two leather straps ran from between her legs, up her chest and back, joining the leather collar she was wearing.

As Sue began to rise, she felt something else: a thick, long dildo held deep inside her pussy by her leather costume. It was a familiar feeling – she often used the toy Reed had designed for her when he would be away for extended times – but she wasn’t in the mood right now. She had to find the others, figure out who had kidnapped them, stop whatever plot was underway, so she reached down---

A massive jolt of energy surged through every strap on her body. The sensation was one of pure pleasure, and she groaned aloud as her whole body tensed and stretched out. In addition, the energy apparently turned the dildo into a vibrator, as it slowly buzzed inside her, increasing her pleasure. Even when Reed had enveloped her body when they made love, the sensations were nothing compared to what she felt now.

“I’m not anyone’s sex show!” she decided, turning invisible. Before she could vanish, another jolt of sexual energy coursed over her. This time, it was as if strong hands were massaging every inch of her while a strong cock filled her. Her nipples, hard after the first jolt, pressed deeply into the strap stretched across her breasts.

“Greetings, Susan Richards” a robotic voice spoke. “I see that you’re enjoying the special outfit we designed for you.” Sue, panting as her body tried to calm down despite the vibrator’s pleasuring, could not respond. “If you try to use your powers, or try to take off any part of the suit, you won’t get very far.”

“We’ll see about that,” thought the Invisible Woman, creating a force field around her vagina to shield her from the device’s effects. “Aaahhhhhhh!” she cried with delight as her body was filled with sheer pleasure.

“I believe a formidable woman such as yourself will be determined to escape. So, I think you should enjoy yourself instead. I’ve set the suit to activate, say, every five seconds or so.”

Sue braced herself, trying to think of a way out. But before she could, another burst made her arch her back to the ceiling as she came, grasping at the floor with her fingers and tightening around the invading vibrator. She was moaning, the vibrator keeping her aroused as she rested for moments. Then the next jolt brought her to orgasm again, as she pumped her hips in the air, and as she panted her breath barely returned before it happened again, and again, and again…

* * *

Reed Richards awoke to find himself in a completely empty room, save for a nozzle in the top corner of the room. He slowly looked around and, finding nothing, stretched himself out to find an opening. Deciding to avoid the more obvious opening of the nozzle, he probed every inch of the floors, walls, and ceiling for an opening or loose screw he could squeeze through. Finding none, he turned his attentions to the nozzle, but a force field prevented him from getting close.

“Richards,” boomed the voice of Doctor Doom through the room, “welcome to my castle. I believe you will be feeling quite comfortable here quite soon.”

”What’s your game, Doom?” responded Richards. He wanted to keep the tyrant talking, feel out what he was planning.

“This game was actually suggested by a mutual acquaintance of ours. In your case, the game is bioengineering. One of my latest creations – a quite unique one,” spoke Doom as a grayish mass slowly oozed through the nozzle in the room. “It is designed purely for pleasure – both physically and mentally – as you’re about to discover. Enjoy, Richards.”

As the blob continued oozing into the room, Mister Fantastic felt mental images of pleasure flowing over his mind. He ignored them, as he had prepared himself years ago to resist mental conditioning, and focused on avoiding the creature. He maneuvered around the room, but the creature – apparently as pliable as he – tracked him unerringly. It was also expanding, growing to fill the confines of the room. The pleasure in his mind grew; but Richards pushed it down, focusing on avoiding his relentless predator.

Eventually the creature expanded, cornering Richards in one of the corners. He expanded his hands into a large shield, hoping to push the creature away. Instead it oozed around him, somehow slithering between his skin and the unstable molecules of his costume, and quickly covered his entire body.

The thing was warm, and as it coiled and writhed against his skin, Mister Fantastic could not help but feel aroused. As he began to harden, the creature’s telepathic assault began anew. Mister Fantastic felt his mind fill lustful thoughts: both memories of him and Sue, and wilder, more provocative fantasies.

Richards knew this was the creature’s doing, and he tried to block out those thoughts. But the creature had now covered his entire body, and it was now slowly churning around his penis. As the creature stroked his cock, the rest of it massaged Richards all over, as if caressing him with multiple hands. As the sexual conquest continued, the blob flooded Richards with mental images: the first time he and Sue had made love; Susan in her alter-ego of Malice, tying him up; Medusa, sharing a forbidden tryst with him…

His cock was now hard, growing, and the creature began pumping it up and down, sucking at the tip while rubbing the rest of his body. Unable to focus, his mind drowning in pleasure, Mister Fantastic moaned, stretching his whole body as he came, the creature relentlessly sucking and winding around his cock as his semen spurted forth.

After his orgasm, Richards tried to focus, to see if there was an avenue of escape he hadn’t considered yet. But the creature was not done, and as it caressed his body and mind Richards knew that he was not close to finished…

* * *

Floating. The first thing Johnny knew when he awoke was that he was floating.

The next thing he realized was that he was wearing some type of oxygen mask. It fit snugly, covering the lower half of his head; a tube ran about three feet from the ceiling. Looking around, Johnny saw that he was in a room filled top to bottom with water. For some reason, Johnny was naked. It was a perfect trap: There wasn’t enough oxygen here for him to flame on, and without his flames he was a regular person.

“Weird. Ah well,” thought Johnny, as he began swimming around as much as the tube would allow. He half expected the rest of the team to come barging in and rescue him, but he hoped he could find a way out – and some clothes – before the others had to get him out of here.

As soon as he began swimming, he saw movement from below. Looking down, he saw three beautiful women swimming towards him. Their blue skin and lack of any breathing equipment told him that they were Atlanteans. He shouted “Hey, a little help here!” but if they heard him they paid him no heed. They continued swimming, as leisurely as before, towards him.

When they reached him, they surrounded him. The first one quickly looked him over top to bottom, then swam down and fastened her mouth on Johnny’s prick. Johnny didn’t mind a little action, but he knew this was some part of the trap. “Knock it off,” he told her, trying to push her away from him. As he did so, the second woman grabbed his arms and twisted them behind his back. As Johnny struggled, the third Atlantean began rubbing her hands over Johnny’s chest and licking playfully at his nipples. It didn’t take long for Johnny to stop struggling, as the touch of the other two intensified the feelings of the blowjob he was receiving.

Before he came, though, the Atlantean stopped and swam back. Johnny tried to control his cock, but it was twitching urgently with need. He would have tried to jerk himself off, but the woman who was holding him kept his arms back tight. She and the other switched places, and Johnny remained bound by strong, sensual arms. Before he could try and shake her off, the Atlantean had wrapped her legs around his waist. Johnny stared, aroused again, as she slid herself onto his cock. When he was all the way inside her, she began writhing, swimming up and down. As she rode him, the third Atlantean was caressing the breasts of the woman Johnny was fucking; while the one behind him was now sucking on his neck.

“Oh god,” thought Johnny as the three women kept having their way with him, “please let me come!”

* * *

After her latest orgasm, Susan Richards was shocked at the sound of the door opening. An Atlantean woman, dressed in the revealing fashion of Atlantean royalty, entered the room. Susan tried to regain her strength, to jump this woman and find out what was going on, but the leather outfit Susan was wearing had other ideas. In a flash the leather felt hard as steel as it moved, keeping the Invisible Woman’s hands on the ground while her legs parted and bent upwards.

Without saying a word, the mysterious woman reached between Sue’s legs and slowly pulled out the vibrator. The Invisible Woman shuddered involuntary at the sensation; but after the device had given her so much pleasure, she now felt the need to feel something between her legs, filling her again.

The woman went to the edge of the room, and the door opened again. Sue stared, her mouth open in surprise.

Looming over her, being undressed by the fair-blue woman, was the massive figure in Atlantean armor

* * *

“What thuh?”

The Thing awoke, lying on his back, suspended in the air. His arms and legs were spread apart, with thick chains around his wrists and ankles pulling him towards the ground. Ben looked down, and saw he was about four feet off the ground. He also saw he was wearing some type of thick metal shorts, which were keeping him off the ground.

Ben sighed. “You gotta be kidding me,” he muttered, then bent his arms to snap the chains. Immediately a massive jolt of electricity surged through his body, stunning him. In addition, whatever the device he was wearing began to hum and move.

“Uh oh.” Ben struggled more, but every movement gave him another electrical shock. Pretty soon he stopped struggling, not from lack of trying but from the volts sent through his body.

With his body relaxed, the Thing felt what was happening… below. Whoever had put him into the device has apparently put his… thing inside some sort of tube. Ben felt a strong suction around his prick, alternating pumping air and sucking it out around him.

“Hey! Live little Benjy alone!” he shouted but the device kept pumping and sucking, pumping and sucking. At the same time, the Thing heard a small grinding noise from behind him. “Aw, no…” The drill began whirring, pushing its way between Ben Grimm’s buttocks. He tried to tighten his buttocks, to push it out, but the drill was pressing forward relentlessly; and the suction on his cock left him unable to concentrate.

The Thing had never had anything up there before, and while his mind fought the idea, his body responded very willingly. Plus it had been so long since he’d been with a woman, let alone one able to satisfy him down there. It took mere minutes before the Thing came, shooting out his thick semen as the device kept sucking on him and his butt clenched around the drill inside him.

Ben rested a moment, thinking how to break out of the chains. Then he felt the suction grabbing at his penis again, and the drill began pushing further into him, and he thought “Aw no, not again…”

* * *

The Invisible Woman stared, her mouth open from fading pleasure and new shock. Her captor stood naked before her, undressed by his female.

Prince Namor. The Sub-Mariner.

“Surprised, Susan?” he asked, stepping forward. As he stood before her, staring with desire, the blue-skinned woman knelt before Namor and caressing his cock. “My… ally felt it would be the easiest way to lure you and your companions into my clutches. And he was right.”

”Namor… please…”

Namor’s words took on a strained sound as the Atlantean woman began fellating him. “Just think, Susan. You could have been my consort. My queen. And here we are. Tell me, Susan, do you want me now?”

Susan’s pussy, so recently filled by the vibrator, ached to be filled, and she had always fantasized about Namor. He was powerful where Reed was intelligent, forceful where Reed was accommodating, so handsome and muscular. She watched the woman pleasuring him, imagined herself kneeling at his feet, her lips wrapped around him…

No, she had to be strong. “Namor, listen to me. I can’t do this!”

“Can’t you? Let me taste what you want.” And with one quick motion, he effortlessly lifted the Invisible Woman up, placing her vagina over his lips. Before she could protest Sue felt his tongue inside her, exploring her. His body was bucking as he tasted her wetness, struggling to maintain control as the other woman continued sucking him. The Invisible Woman instinctively wrapped her legs around his shoulders, pushing against his powerful tongue, and she felt another orgasm approaching.

Suddenly Namor dropped her to the floor. Pushing the blue woman off her, he grabbed Sue, holding her against his chest. “You are as wet as the ocean, Susan.” She could not deny how her body responded. Even now she was aroused, her nipples separated from his chest by the thin leather straps. “But you rejected me,” Namor continued, “You chose someone else. You can never be my consort. You will be my whore!”

With that, Namor flipped Susan over onto her hands and knees. Before she could react, he grabbed her thighs and plunged himself into her. Susan’s whole body exploded with pleasure: His cock was hard as iron, wet from the woman’s mouth. She began to push herself back on him…

“Not yet,” Namor commanded. He placed his hands on her sides, keeping her still. “As you rejected me before, I want you to beg me now.”

The Invisible Woman tried to push back, but his grip was relentless. “Please, Namor. I need you, please…”

”Beg me!”

She tried to resist, but his cock filled her so much, waiting to please her. “Please, my lord. My ruler, please.”

”Please what, my whore?”

”Please fuck me,” she begged. “Please fuck mEEEEEEEE!” He pushed into her before she could finish pleasing, almost lifting her off the ground. As she moaned and writhed, his hands moved to her breasts, caressing her as he rammed inside her. He was relentless, ruthless, and she lost track of all time as his cock slid in and out of her, his hands caressing her, and as he began to tense and grab at her she smiled in anticipation. As he came, his warmth rushed inside her, bringing her to the most intense orgasm of the day, and she screamed his name over and over, gripping at the floor while her pussy fluttered tight around his cock. Finally they were both sated and remained still, the proud warrior kneeling behind his leather-bound woman. Without saying a word, the Sub-Mariner stood and strode out of the room. The Invisible Woman remained still, her body continuing to quiver after their powerful fucking.

Her body eventually calmed, but the trace of a smile remained long after.

* * *

After his fourth orgasm Reed Richards figured out how to escape. Before the creature could begin on him again, he contracted his body within the creature. As the blob enveloped him, Mister Fantastic pushed himself and the blob towards the force field. The force field allowed the creature through, and Mister Fantastic passed through from inside the creature.

Once through, he guided the creature into some wiring, and the electricity jolted it free. Richards quickly found a computer, bypassing the security and deactivating the traps around his team. He suspected that they had been imprisoned as he had been, and they all had to regroup.

Then they could get to the bottom of what had happened…

* * *

Doctor Doom stared at his monitor, observing Richards working to free his teammates. Doom could have interfered, but the experiment provided him with all the data he needed. Pleasure may not leave the Fantastic Four helpless, but it certainly kept them imprisoned and distracted for much longer than a typical deathtrap. When Doom was fully ready to act, this knowledge could be useful.

Everything had been videotaped. A lesser man might have used the tapes for blackmail or embarrassment, but Doom considered such pettiness beneath him.

But did Doctor Doom feel pleasure or lust, watching his enemies trapped by physical pleasures, brought to orgasm at his doing?

As always, Doom’s mask revealed nothing.