The Invisible Woman Gets Clipped

by Scarlet

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations and sexual violence (nc, MF). It is to be read by adults only. If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further.
Credits: This story is based on a story idea suggested by The Sexecutor. The Invisible Woman, and Mad Thinker are Trademarked characters used in this not-for-profit fan-fiction; no Trademark infringement is intended. NOTE: Click on images to enlarge to full size.

Chapter 1. A Rude Awakening

“Whhhaa….” Sue Richards, better known as the Invisible Woman of the Fantastic Four, mumbled softly as her brain gradually crawled out of the darkness of unconsciousness and into the light of reality. The last thing the buxom 26-year-old 5-foot-6-inch-tall 120-pound blue-eyed blonde with shoulder-length hair remembered was walking down the sidewalk as she returned to the Baxter Building following an early evening visit with Alicia Masters, the Thing’s girlfriend.

Still quite foggy minded, Sue glanced around the beige and silver metal walls and ceiling of the room around her with a silly grin on her face. The night before Sue’s visit, Alicia had stumbled upon Sue and her three teammates in the Baxter Building while Sue was being used as the lynchpin of a Fantastic Foursome, and, although blind, the young sculptress had become quite embarrassed when she realized she was hearing the sounds of group sex. Once Sue had culminated her three teammates and had climaxed loudly herself, the men had talked Sue into performing cunnilingus on the curious but more than a little mortified Alicia. Sue, embarrassed at having performed the lesbian sex act, had been grateful to find Alicia in good spirits the next evening and without any expectations that the two girls might have a repeat performance. Sue considered herself to be strongly heterosexual, although flexible when necessary.

“Whaa…what is this?” the Invisible Woman gasped as, while seeking to cover her face as she blushed badly at the sordid memory, Sue discovered she couldn’t move her arm. Suddenly fully alert, Sue yanked desperately on her limbs, which she immediately realized were secured to the extensions of the short table she was lying on. Quite aware that little good could come of being semi-spread-eagled face up in a strange room, the blonde matriarch of the Fantastic Four quickly noted that she still seemed to be fully dressed in her blue uniform, before concentrating on forming an invisible force shield between her right wrist and the restraint. Sue intended to use her super power to wedge the restraint open. The Invisible Woman frowned as the force field ring failed to form, and she realized she was wearing a collar around her neck—a metahuman power inhibiting collar!

Sue Richards shivered in trepidation as she called out as calmly as she could manage, “Hello…is anyone there? I don’t know where I am…or what is happening!” The Invisible Woman noted several, apparently dormant, armed robots around the room, a row of computer terminals facing the other way to her right, and a metal table with some unpleasant looking instruments on it to her left. “I’m Sue Richards of the Fantastic Four. Please free me before my teammates, who are no doubt tracking me right now, arrive. They will be angry with whoever bound me like this.”

“I calculate that there is a 99.98 percent probability that Mister Fantastic doesn’t have the slightest idea of where the Invisible Woman is right now, Sue,” a male voice behind the computer terminals called out and there was the sound of a wheeled chair rolling backwards. “I am allowed to call you Sue, aren’t I, Mrs. Richards?” the voice continued as the man stood.

“The Mad Thinker!” the Invisible Woman gasped and then yanked on her restraints as she recognized the portly, shaggy-haired genius dressed in green coveralls and brown boots. The robotics expert with a calculator-like brain had battled the Fantastic Four many times in the past.

“The Thinker, yes, Sue,” the master of computers acknowledged as contempt filled his face and his blue eyes burned with hatred, “but mad…never! That adjective was never used to describe me until I suffered my first defeat at the hands of the Fantastic Four.” The villain’s eyes gleamed and a lecherous grin gradually filled his face as he stepped around the computers to ogle his vivaciously gorgeous captive’s more than adequate D-cups as he stood just beyond her head.

“You attacked us!” the Invisible Woman protested nervously as she recognized the lust filling the Mad Thinker’s face. “So you forced us to defeat you and reveal you to be the unbalanced criminal you are. Now release me immediately…before you bring more trouble on yourself.”

“Unbalanced?” the Thinker spat angrily and then clucked softly to himself as he stepped around the restraint table to stand between the Invisible Woman’s spread legs. “I’m far from that. Statistically you should never have defeated me…during any of our battles. You and your husband and your brother and that monster Grimm are just lucky fools. Well, for once your luck has run out, Sue. Your fate was sealed the minute you succumbed to my knockout gas grenade an hour ago.”

“My fate….” Sue stammered as a grim foreboding began to swallow her id. “Is that what this is all about…petty vengeance for your past defeats? Yes…petty I said! Killing me won’t erase the past…it will just create more trouble than you can possibly imagine for yourself. Reed will want to see you dead in turn…but won’t be able to bring himself to taking your life…but then he won’t stop either the Thing or the Human Torch from either tearing you limb from limb or roasting you alive.”

“You think I plan to kill you, Sue?” the Mad Thinker replied with contempt on his face. “You really underestimate me, Mrs. Richards! I have no intention of martyring the Invisible Woman. I don’t need to be a mathematical genius to recognize that THAT would result in a 99.9999 percent probability that I would indeed suffer the fate you just described. Additionally, your suffering, and therefore the suffering of your teammates would be far too short. I’m quite sure the dead don’t care what happened to them once the light goes out forevermore…and those left behind only grieve for so long. No, I think we’ll see to it that you have a fate far worse than death!”

“You’re going to rape me, Mad Thinker?” the Invisible Woman asked contemptuously as she glared upwards at the unkempt villain. “That’s disgusting! That said, surely you must realize that being soiled by the likes of you is no longer considered by superheroines like me to be a fate worse than death. Your stink will wash off me…just like the stink of others of your ilk before you!”

The Mad Thinker grinned from ear-to-ear as he stared down at the smoking hot blonde before him, and chortled, “Yes, you superheroines are costumed whores, aren’t you, Invisible Woman? From what I’ve heard, you super bimbos climax as soon as you feel a gentle breeze on your freshly exposed quims. However, I’m not one to put much stock in hearsay. Not when I have what I need before me to put those claims to the test. In answer to your question, Sue, yes, I am going to rape you. I must warn you, there is a 95.63 percent probability that I am about to give you the second-to-the-last orgasm you will ever have the joy of experiencing. Additionally, I’ve scanned for pregnancy protection and know that for some reason you are not using any. Therefore, I should also warn you that there is a 7.35 percent probability that whatever morning-after treatment you use later will fail, and you will be impregnated.”

The Invisible Woman gagged with disgust while she pulled helplessly at her bonds as she watched the Mad Thinker reach down and tap a computer terminal attached to the end of the restraint table below her buttocks. “NO!” Sue shrilled as a robotic arm rose upward on each side of the restraint table, one arm tipped with a sharp looking cutting blade and the other with a mechanical claw. “You mustn’t do this, Thinker! I’m not a sex toy for you to experiment with!” The Mad Thinker laughed as he stepped back behind the computer terminals to Sue’s right.

Sue Richards blushed beet red as the claw lowered to grasp and pull her uniform between her breasts away from her body. Then the blade descended and with unbelievable precision cut her Fantastic Four logo out of her uniform, before the claw arm deposited to the logo atop the instrument table to her left. The blade sliced her uniform open upward to its neckline, and then downward to her crotch, deftly working under and over the computer module above her waist, and slicing open her brassiere and panties at the same time.

The claw arm moved to pinch the tip of her left glove’s middle finger, and deftly pulled it off her hand. The blade arm sliced her left bra strap and the left arm of her costume open as it descended from her neck, along the top of her shoulder, and then down her arm to her wrist, while the claw arm removed her right glove. The claw arm moved down her body to pull off her boots and socks in four deft moves, while the blade arm parted the uniform around her right arm, and right bra strap. As the claw arm began piling the Invisible Woman’s gloves and boots and socks on the floor between her legs, the blade arm deftly sliced the insides of the legs of her costume and panties open from crotch to ankles in two deft strokes. Finally, the claw arm yanked her splayed open costume out from under Sue’s back, followed by her brassiere and panties, adding to the pile of clothing on the floor.

“Disrobed without a nick to that flawless skin of yours, I trust, Sue,” the Mad Thinker chortled softly as he stepped back around the other side of the computer terminals. “I never fail to impress myself with my mastery of computer programming.” The brainy villain chuckled softly as the Invisible Woman gaped at him with horror and disgust on her fine-featured face. “Yes, I took the opportunity to undress as well, Sue. I wouldn’t want to keep my eager lover waiting when it comes to copulation would I, Mrs. Richards. My clothes are still serviceable, however,” the Thinker pointed out as he stooped and collected the Invisible Woman’s accoutrement, “while yours are mostly trash. Speaking of trash, let me dump these in a waste basket, and then we can begin to REALLY get to know each other, Sue.”

Chapter 2. Touched and Terrorized

“I think this has gone far enough, Thinker!” the Invisible Woman spat tremulously as the nude villain returned to stand between her elevated and spread feet. Sue cringed at the shrillness in her protest and blushed as she found herself staring at the thick, nine-inch erection now just inches from her vulva, before continuing with, “Raping me is not going to be worth the retribution you’re going to get for doing so. I’m a mother for God’s sake! Do you really think I’m worth the beating my teammates are going to give you when they catch you, and catch you they will, before they turn you over to the police and have you charged with rape?”

“Yes, Sue,” the Mad Thinker laconically replied as he casually reached forward to gently touch the shivering blonde’s neatly trimmed pubic mound with the fingers of his right hand. “You, my dear Invisible Woman, are the hottest MILF on the planet. You would definitely be worth that beating that will never happen; the fact that I raped you won’t be your teammates’ primary concern. As for the rape charges; we both know that superheroines never press rape charges. Even if they did, the cops and D.A.s wouldn’t arrest or prosecute…because they can’t be seen as officially sanctioning vigilantism or protecting vigilantes. Now, let’s see if you’re ready for me to feed you the big willie your eyes say you’re craving.”

The Invisible Woman shook her head from side to side while she groaned despairingly as the Mad Thinker slowly lowered his fingers to gently brush and probe between her labia minora, before whining, “NO! No…you don’t want to do this. Just let me go! I won’t tell anyone about this if you just let me go.”

“You lying superheroine whore!” the criminal mastermind hissed angrily as he slowly pulled his hand back from the blushing superheroine’s crotch. “Your gash is moist, Sue. Not as wet as I’d like, but moist enough to tell me that you want my cock inside you badly. I’ll give it to you soon enough, Mrs. Richards, but first I think I’d like to play with those massive tits you’re sporting. Yeah, I know! Not an original idea, is it? Still, a guy’s got to do what a guy’s got to do!”

The Invisible Woman shivered as she watched the Mad Thinker step back from between her legs and walk around her and the table upon which she was secured while lecherously ogling her breasts. Sue contemplated begging the human computer again to release her, but bit her lower lip as she realized how useless, not to mention pathetic, that would be. When evil men like the Mad Thinker captured their superheroine foes, they tended to become rather single minded with respect to the treatment of those helpless captives—in this case Sue herself! The Invisible Woman knew one of three things was about to happen: Sue would be rescued by her teammates, the Mad Thinker would make a mistake and Sue would manage to turn the tables on him, or Sue would suffer whatever penalty or penalties for defeat the pudgy, shaggy-haired man chose to heap upon her. Susan Richards didn’t need a computer to tell her that the odds were heavily in favor of option three occurring. Sue knew she had little choice but to survive the Mad Thinker’s unwanted attentions with as much dignity as possible.

“I’ll be right with you, Sue,” the Thinker chortled as he plucked the round Fantastic Four logo off the end of the equipment table and took a small can and brush out of a shallow drawer in the table’s far end. As the robotics master used the brush to paint thick liquid onto the back of the logo patch, he quipped, “As available data leads me to calculate that, despite the fact that my search of these facilities identified no audio/video recording equipment, there is a 97.86 percent probability that your superheroine setback at my hands will end up being made available as a webcast…most likely on ‘The Wizard’s Lair’ website…I think it prudent that we make just exactly who I’m toying with readily identifiable, Mrs. Richards.” The Mad Thinker chuckled heartily as he put the can and brush back and closed the drawer before bending over the Invisible Woman and carefully pressing the sticky side of the logo against her upper chest. “Don’t worry! It’s just spirit gum. I don’t think superglue would have presented your husband with any real challenge.”

“Now…where was I?” the Mad Thinker asked rhetorically with a smug grin on his face as he leaned over the Invisible Woman’s restrained body and stared with laughing blue eyes into the matriarch of the Fantastic Four’s frowning face. “Oh yes! I was going to test the firmness of these massive chest pillows, wasn’t I, Sue? VERY nice!” The soft-bodied middle-aged male chuckled with obvious relish as he gently massaged the gravity-flattened orbs at the top of the prone superheroine’s torso while Sue groaned with disgust. “According to ‘Chickipedia’ these are 36D’s, and, naturally, they’re perfect shaped. Lovely milk bags! Let’s see if I can get the turrets at their tips even longer.”

Susan Richard’s groans of disgust involuntarily morphed into moans of pleasure as the Mad Thinker repeatedly suckled on one brownish-pink breast tip and then the other in 15 second intervals for several minutes. “P…pl…please stop!” the Invisible Woman stammered red faced. “Look…let’s just get this over with. If you’re going to rape me…just get to it and send me home to shamefully face my family and friends. I still think you’re unbalanced and a danger to society, and that the Fantastic Four were right to thwart your criminal plans, but you’re also right. As a superheroine who has been captured by the bad guys…in this case you, Mad Thinker…I have to be prepared to pay the price of defeat. Go ahead and rape me! Enjoy yourself…but I swear I won’t…even if my body betrays me and you manage to force a climax upon me.”

“My dear Sue,” the Mad Thinker growled softly as he stopped suckling and grinned downward into the determined look on the Invisible Woman’s face, “there was a 99.95 percent probability that you would try to deny that sexual climax is a proxy for sexual enjoyment. I’m not buying your argument that the scientific method doesn’t apply to biology. You will climax for me…and it will be because I have forced pleasure upon you. And with that victory of biological function over mental denial, I will extract my pound of flesh that will ensure you remember your defeat and debasement at my hands forever. As will your husband, that smug self-absorbed cretin, Mister Fantastic. In fact, maybe I’ll take that pound of flesh now…given that your climaxes to come are foregone conclusions!”

The Invisible Woman quaked in nervous trepidation as she watched the Mad Thinker straighten up, reach over to the equipment table, and bring a four-pronged tongs-like instrument over her body. As the chubby, disheveled villain lowered the tongs-like tool, inward pointing prongs vertically below the squeezable handle, toward her right breast, Sue recognized the device made famous by its liberal usage during the Spanish Inquisition that began in the late 15^th Century—it was a breast ripper!

Bravery fled Susan Richards’ id as she screamed shrilly as the lowering torture device surrounded her right mammary. If the Mad Thinker knew how to properly use the torture tool—and the master analyst was known to be a thorough researcher—when the bends in the prongs reached her chest, the villain would squeeze the tongs burying the brutally sharp tips of the prongs deeply into the base of her breast. The vengeful villain would then twist the breast ripper first one way and then the other while simultaneously pulling viciously outward away from her chest. The Invisible Woman’s D-cup would be rendered into ragged strips of flesh, and possibly even wholly or partially ripped away from her heaving chest.

“NOOOooo!” Sue squealed. “Please stop!” The Invisible Woman knew that her breasts, for the left would surely get the same treatment as the right, would be ruined beyond repair. If the Mad Thinker continued with his horrid and brutal torture, Sue would be facing a double mastectomy to remove the remnants of the damaged appendages when, no if, she made it home alive. Susan Richards would no longer be the curvy beauty she was so proud of being.

“So it’s true!” the Mad Thinker spat victoriously as he squeezed the tongs until the pointed prongs made indentations in the skin at the base of the Invisible Woman’s right breast while the smoking hot blonde’s chest heaved in response to the heroine’s obvious terror. “The tissue regenerator you hero types have been relying on to undo my colleagues’ previous attempts to maim you heroines is indeed non-functional. Analysis of available data gave a 73.38 percent probability that this was the case, but your reaction, Mrs. Richards raises that probability to near certainty. My vengeance today will not be undone! Sue…you’ve made me a happy man!”

“You brutal bastard, Mad Thinker!” the Invisible Woman hissed as her heart pounded with dread-filled panic. “Yes! You’re about to earn my undying hate. Given the mess you’re about to make of my chest…well you’re going to prove that you’re one really sick puppy if you can maintain enough of an erection to rape me while you stare at what you’ve done. Come on! Get it over with! Get on with that maiming you claim will make you so happy!”

“Hmmmm!” the master of computers grunted softly as he leered downward at the quaking Invisible Woman. “It seems I’m not the only one excited at the prospect of turning these pretty melons inside out, Sue. Look at the length of those turreted nipples now! Hmmmm! Still, you may have a valid point regarding visual aesthetics and male arousal. Besides, I don’t need to take a pound of flesh when an ounce will do. Additionally, I’ve had an epiphany as to how to demonstrate once and all that you heroines are slaves to your libidos. The key, of course, to that epiphany and the game we are about to play, is those rock-hard nipples you’re sporting, Sue.”

The Invisible Woman gasped with surprise and relief as the Mad Thinker allowed the breast ripper to open, pulled it upward, and returned it to its position on the instrument table. Sue listened as he then began tapping on the restraint table’s computer module, just beyond her head, and then gasped as the table’s robotic arms began moving again. The mechanical claw arm lowered and the claw pinched inward to clamp the tip of her right nipple and then pulled upward, stretching the nipple, while the cutting blade arm lowered, rotated, and twisted until the razor-sharp cutting edge was lined up with the base of the pinched nipple. The Fantastic Four’s female member puckered her lips at the pinch and steeled herself for the white-hot poker sensation that was about to accompany the severing of her sensitive breast tip.

“Not yet, Sue,” the Mad Thinker spat as he began his trip back around her table and pointed at the robotic arms. “The cut will come when the table’s sensors detect your climax, which I calculate I have a 95.63 percent chance of forcing upon you before I seed your uterus. Then, when I give you a second and final climax, you’ll lose the other nipple. You’ll keep your curves, but the world will miss seeing the wonderful headlights pushing out of those chest bumps when you’re excited. No more nursing babies…the newspapers said you liked to do that with your son when he was new born…Mrs. Richards. Shall we get started with that challenge of biology against fantasy, Sue?”

Chapter 3. Soiled

Susan Richards managed to drag her widened blue eyes away from the razor-sharp blade so close to the bottom of her trapped right nipple long enough to watch the Mad Thinker slide a remote-controlled adjustable-height lifter onto the floor between her splayed legs. The brainy villain stepped onto the lifter and grinned maliciously at the shivering Invisible Woman as the platform lifted him a few inches upward, and he palmed the knee of a long athletic leg in each hand. The Thinker’s grin widened as Sue gasped at his touch, and then the human calculator chuckled softly as the exquisite blonde’s eyes darted downward and she visibly gulped as the tip of his erection hovered within an inch of her obviously moist vulva. The soft-bodied slob’s chuckle became louder as the world-renowned superheroine’s eyes were drug back to her turreted right nipple and the computer-controlled blade that threatened to dock it.

“Sensory overload can be difficult to avoid, Sue,” the Mad Thinker observed wryly as he watched confusion on the Invisible Woman’s face morph back into concern, “with so many things happening or about to happen at the same time. Let me help you get your priorities ordered, Mrs. Richards. As I said earlier, there is there is a 95.63 percent probability that I am about to give you the second to the last orgasm you will ever have the joy of experiencing, and, as that blade you’re staring at will make quick work of de-nippling your right breast when you climax, the probability that you are about to be in agony is exactly the same as the probability that you will succumb to my efforts to force sexual bliss on you. Given that linkage, I would think that my cock should be your primary concern, Sue. My cock and your own efforts to suppress your libido! Does that make sense to you, my blonde super toy?”

The Invisible Woman nodded slowly as her gaze drifted back to the pre-cum dribbling penis glans twitching just before her vulva, and rasped, “Yes…your logic is impeccable! I have a question…before you begin to test my self control. That’s the second time you’ve declared my future sexual climaxes to be numbered, Mad Thinker. Are you telling me that you DO plan on killing me after you’ve had your fill of rape…or are you saying…?”

“Or, Sue!” the Mad Thinker declared jubilantly before chiding. “However, you would be very foolish to worry about a future threat before a linked double threat has either been forestalled or made good. I think it’s time I tried to turn my threat to force climax on you into a promise that’s been carried out, resulting in the agony that will come with the removal of your first nipple, Sue. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy proving that the Invisible Woman is a wanton whore!”

“Whores get rewarded not punished for their wantonness, Mad Thinker!” Susan Richards rasped softly as she watched the unkempt villain lower his right hand to his tumid penis as he leaned inward. Sue gagged as she felt the spongy glans begin to push against her labium—the math wizard was really going to rape her!

“Not superheroine whore’s, Sue!” the Thinker spat back as he used his hand to brush the tip of his erection upward and downward between the Invisible Woman’s labia minora. Then the soft-bodied middle-aged criminal leaned yet further inward, and chuckled loudly as the slow entry of his manhood into the sultry blonde’s vagina was accompanied by her loud throaty moan. The Mad Thinker’s chuckles subsided as he watched Susan Richard’s eyes lift to stare at the ceiling as she appeared to be trying to concentrate on ignoring his sexual ministrations.

“I doubt that strategy is going to work, Sue,” the Mad Thinker chortled softly as he lowered his right hand and rested his fingers on the Invisible Woman’s lower torso and began to fornicate with her with slow but firm thrusts of his hips. “While I’ve never been known as a lady’s man, my cock is big and I know how to use it. You’ll cum before I do, and then I’ll seed your unprotected uterus with copious quantities of my very potent seed. Just you wait and see!”

Susan Richards groaned as the Mad Thinker began to copulate earnestly with her. Sue desperately tried to ignore the familiar sensation of coitus. The Invisible Woman could never deny that she liked having sex—liked it a lot! Sue had to find a way to distract her mind from the pleasant glow growing in her loins. Susan briefly considered trying to use the threat of the blade so close to her trapped right nipple as that distraction. Sue groaned as the glow grew warmer! The Invisible Woman didn’t like pain—well at least she wasn’t nearly the pain slut that others of her ilk, such as the Wasp, were—but the threatened diminishment of her femininity, for some reason, added to her arousal.

The Mad Thinker felt the Invisible Woman grow wetter around his member and heard her begin issuing soft needful gasps. The portly arch villain began humping his manhood even harder into the delectable blonde’s vagina. This, the brainy bad man reasoned, was going to be his greatest triumph, his sweetest revenge. He would seed Mister Fantastic’s wife’s uterus and then begin to slowly destroy her sexuality. The Thinker grinned as he felt the Invisible Woman begin to somehow push her hips forward to meet his firm inward thrusts.

Sue groaned as she found herself sliding towards the edge of climatic oblivion. Somehow, the Invisible Woman had to outlast the fornicating monster above her. Sue lowered her eyes to note the glee on the Mad Thinker’s less than pleasing face. This wasn’t a man making love to a woman; this was a repulsive beast humping his disgusting inseminator into the nearest hole at hand! Susan Richards took in the unkempt hair above her and the fat sweaty body that was driving a disgusting erection into her vagina, soiling her. A pig was fucking her! A disgusting pig…and she was fucking the pig back! Sue gagged!

The Mad Thinker threw his head back as he humped his man-meat into the world’s finest MILF’s honeypot! The Invisible Woman was bumping pelvises with him. He was fucking Reed Richards’ wife, and she was fucking him back. The Thinker had Susan Richards on the edge of ecstasy and at the door of irreversible disaster. The human computer began furiously pounding his erection into the gasping superheroine’s tight vagina, seeking to push her over the edge of the climactic cliff she was so obviously straddling. So focused was the Mad Thinker on his goal of jubilant revenge, that he failed to notice the tightness grow in his loins, the faint burning sensation beginning to fill his scrotum. The intense pleasure and sense of fulfillment that suddenly erupted from his crotch took him by surprise.

“EEEUUUUGGGHH!” the Mad Thinker gasped as he began ejaculating copious quantities of warm, sticky sperm into the Invisible Woman’s vagina. “CUM FOR ME, SUE!” the portly computer wizard roared, and then he stilled while his powerful ejaculation continued and joy radiated from his upturned face. The Thinker moaned with triumph and pleasure as he felt ejaculate oozing out of the Invisible Woman’s vulva to coat his pulsing shaft and the blonde’s thighs, and drip onto the floor below them.

“NO!” a shivering Invisible Woman spat a few seconds later, although it seemed an eternity had passed since the Mad Thinker’s sordid command. Sue Richards gagged and gasped as she tried to regain her composure before repeating, “No! I won’t climax for you, BASTARD! I found rape at your hands to be disgusting. Now pull that filthy prick out of me and let me go!”

“Well done, Sue!” the Mad Thinker proclaimed with chagrin on his face as he held the Invisible Woman’s shivering knees. The calculating crook moaned as he pulled his penis backwards to unsheathe it from Sue’s vagina, allowing gobs of ejaculate to flow back out of the vacated orifice, before thrusting his member forward over the sultry blonde’s mons pubis. The Thinker chuckled as two more weak spurts of semen dropped downward onto a noxious looking Mrs. Richards’ neatly trimmed landing strip, before acknowledging, “You’ve beat the odds yet again, Invisible Woman, and by doing so have vouchsafed your breast tips.”

“You’ve had…your fun…and…probably…knocked me up…Mad Thinker,” the Invisible Woman stammered softly in obvious discomfort. Sue hated being left just short of climax more than she hated being raped, but in this case, having avoided the agony of a nipple docking, Sue would accept being left hung up as a plus rather than a negative. “Let me go now. You’ll have plenty of time to make your getaway while I’m finding my way back to the Baxter Building.”

“I’m not done with you yet, Sue,” the master of mathematical calculation replied matter-of-factly as he tapped on the computer terminal beneath the Invisible Woman’s buttocks, and the mechanical arms folded outward away from the restraining table and then downward. “In a few minutes, I’ll have recovered my wits and sexual appetite enough to give raping you another go.” The Mad Thinker laughed as the relief that had formed on Sue’s face as the claw released her right nipple and the threatening blade and claw moved away from her was replaced with the consternation imparted by his announcement of his intentions. “I might as well make myself useful in the meantime.”

“No…let me go, now!” Susan Richards pleaded softly as the Mad Thinker stepped backwards and then around her to the left. “You’ve filled me with your filthy seed! You know I’m not protected against pregnancy…and I’m guessing you also know that I’ve ovulated in the last day or two. Hank Pym warned me that would happen when he flushed the broad-spectrum pregnancy protection chemicals from my system a few days ago. I’m desperate to get home and get that morning-after treatment you claim has an uncomfortably large probability of not working. Please let me go now!”

“I’ll say this just one more time, Sue,” the Mad Thinker replied contemptuously as he opened a compartment in the floor, removed the cutting blade module from the robotic arm, and replaced it with a hypodermic syringe module. “I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to rape you again and take my pound…no ounce…no gram…of flesh. Then I’ll have my robotic arm give you a sedative and dump your buck-naked sleeping body before the Baxter Building’s foyer doors. The whole world is going to know the Invisible Woman has been the Thinker’s sex toy, and that I’ve sent you back to your husband broken beyond repair.”

The Invisible Woman choked back a fearful gasp as rage filled the Mad Thinker’s face. Sue watched the pudgy maniac stand after closing the floor compartment, step over to the instrument table and pluck something from the top of it, and then move back between her legs. The foxy blond bombshell moaned in despair as the Thinker abruptly slid his manhood back into her vagina and grinned jubilantly down at her.

“That’s right…I said I would settle for a gram or so of your flesh, sweet Sue,” the Mad Thinker chortled jovially as he glared down at the Invisible Woman’s quaking form and rubbed the drops of semen on her lower belly into her pubic hair. “I think you know full well what is about to happen to you, Sue. I think you are very aware that I am going to send you back to Mister Fantastic short one sensitive and, I’m guessing, highly valued clitoris. Yes, one way or another, I’m going to send you home sexually neutered, my brave Invisible Woman!”

“OH, GOD NO!” Susan Richards squealed as the Mad Thinker brought his left hand forward and she saw the declitting tube it held hovering above her mons pubis. “Please…don’t use that on me! Don’t steal my sex life from me. I have a chance…right? If I don’t climax…?”

“If you don’t climax, Sue,” the Mad Thinker replied calmly with a stern look on his face, “I lose and Doctor Doom wins. If you can yet again resist my forcing a climax on you, Invisible Woman, I will use this infamous clitoridectomy tool on you. I say that, in that case, Doctor Doom wins because the Latverian monarch invented the declitting tube, the most effective tool ever designed to root out a human female’s sex organ, and he will no doubt be thrilled when he learns his invention has been used on an arch enemy. I’ll get little credit for the role I played in your comeuppance, Mrs. Richards. You won’t be happy either, Sue, because your final climax will have occurred the last time you had sex before I captured you.”

“If you can’t resist my finally forcing a climax on you, Sue,” the master computer programmer continued in a serious tone, “I’ll still take my gram of flesh, but not with this declitting tube. I’ll do it using technology your husband had a hand in developing. I wonder how he will feel about making it possible for me to end his wife’s sex life…your sex life, Invisible Woman! I have a pneumatic vacuum extractor on the floor next to the instrument table, complete with an impeder valve designed to simulate a declitting tube at work, Sue. The hose isn’t connected at the moment, but that’s easily remedied. You did know that Reed worked with Tony Stark to develop that alternative to the declitting tube? No? The pneumatic vacuum extractor, while not as efficient when it comes to the quantity of clitoris rooted out, is much more efficient in processing large numbers of females in need of neutering…such as during a superheroine slave auction. Perhaps your husband has worked on other similar devices you don’t know about, Mrs. Richards!”

“However, what say we talk about clitoridectomy tools after we’ve fucked a second time, my lovely Sue,” the Mad Thinker chortled jovially as he tossed the declitting tube back onto the metal instrument table. “I wouldn’t want my lover to think I’d forgotten her. That said, I’ll make the two possible outcomes crystal clear. Resist cumming and I’ll root your clitoris out with brutal efficiency using Doctor Doom’s invention! Climax for me and I’ll be a little less efficient in forcing female castration upon you, Invisible Woman, but I’ll do so using one of Mister Fantastic’s own inventions. That should make for some interesting pillow talk, don’t you think?”

Susan Richards groaned with despair as the Mad Thinker began slowly copulating with her. Sue’s loins ached with unfulfilled need for relief; a result of being left hung up on the edge of climax during the math wizard’s first stint at raping her. The blonde matriarch of the Fantastic Four felt helpless and debased. Her brain was muddled as she fought against drowning in the terrible terror she felt as she considered a life of forced celibacy, and struggled to absorb the crushing shame and revulsion that accompanied rape by a revoltingly disgusting villain. The Invisible Woman shivered in fear and blushed with humiliation as she felt the glow in her sex begin to grow and the ache begin to fade. Could she dare to refuse one last chance to experience climactic ecstasy? Could she make that sacrifice, even to spare her loving husband some underserved feeling of guilt because of the misuse of one of his inventions?

The Mad Thinker grinned with satisfaction as the Invisible Woman’s dour frown slowly morphed into introspective engrossment, and the sultry blonde MILF began grunting with each inward thrust of his erection. The portly pundit of probabilities slowly increased the tempo of his vaginal plundering striving desperately to get the Fantastic Four’s female member back to edge of climax. The Thinker’s self-esteem depended upon his success in forcing orgasm upon Susan Richards. Taking her sex life away from her would be so much more satisfying if he could say that he was the man that gave the Invisible Woman her final climax.

Sue moaned softly as the Mad Thinker began pounding his manhood into her wet vagina as her sex glowed with pleasure. The statistics fanatic was a gross villain, to be sure, but the man was well hung and, despite his portly nature, seemed to be hammering his manhood into her as if he was one of his indefatigable robots. The Invisible Woman moaned more loudly as she felt herself again pulling on her bonds to push her pelvis forward with each inward thrust of the Mad Thinker’s turgid penis. Just a hint of a silly smile formed of Susan Richards’ fine-featured face as she realized that her subconscious was choosing climax over intractability, and that the glow in her loins was climbing towards satiation.

The Mad Thinker chuckled loudly as he watched the emotions play across the Invisible Woman’s face as he hammered is cock into her sopping wet vagina. What had started out as a desperate and bitter resistance to the pleasure he was forcing upon the stunningly beautiful superheroine was becoming reluctant acceptance. The Thinker had no doubt that Susan Richards would soon fully embrace climax; he decided to encourage that embracement to occur sooner rather than later.

“You’ve the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked, Sue!” the slovenly villain offered jovially. “I’m going to splort soon, and, as I’ve already seeded your uterus, I’m going to spray my spunk all over you when I do. I might have to rest for a bit afterwards, but I’ll retrieve the declitting tube…unless you cum for me now…as soon as I’m able. I’d really like to demonstrate one of your husband’s amazing inventions to you, Sue. Cum for me…NOW!”

The Invisible Woman shook her head defiantly as she heard the Mad Thinker’s announcement and command as she tottered on the precipice of climax. The unkempt criminal mastermind was going to add insult to injury by soiling her with his ejaculate! He was going to debase her with his spunk; he was going to befoul Sue’s body in the most disrespectful manner imaginable. He was going to degrade her soon, and then he would see to it that she never again found sexual satisfaction. Her last chance for climactic release was slipping away. Sue had to let go and accept moral defeat! “OHHHHhhhh! AAAAHHHhhhhh! UHHhhhhuuuuHHH!” rang through the room as the world shattered around the Invisible Woman

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“YES!” the Mad Thinker roared jubilantly as he watched the Invisible Woman issue the staccato, triple sigh of climax with her eyes closed and ecstasy beaming from her lovely face while he fucked her hard. “Give it to me, you superheroine whore! Enjoy it baby! It’s going to be…. FUCK! I’m splorting!” The Thinker grinned as he stared down at the bucking blonde’s buxom but fit body as he pulled his pulsing erection out of her vagina and pushed it forward into the air above her vulva. “YES!” he hollered enthusiastically as gob after gob of ejaculate spurted out his penis’s meatus to land in puddles on the Invisible Woman’s lower torso, and the sultry superheroine’s blue eyes snapped open as she felt the warm sticky liquid on her belly. “That’s what we call the ‘money shot’!”

“Well,” the king of computers gasped a few seconds later as he regained his composure, “that was the finest fuck of my life, Sue. Thank you! Fortunately for me…not so much so, for you, my dear Invisible Woman…the fun’s not over yet. I really must have that gram of flesh to make my vengeance complete, mustn’t I, Sue?”

Chapter 4. Technology Talk

“NO!” Susan Richards spat back with terror and remorse on her face. “You don’t need to declit me to make your vengeance complete, Mad Thinker! Can’t you see how sick the very thought of doing that to a girl is? As you already admitted, it’s the same thing as castration is to a male. Do you think it would be fair if someone who you had defeated in battle castrated you when the tables were turned?”

“In a word, Sue,” the Mad Thinker replied with a malicious grin on his face, “yes. If that someone I had defeated and had turned the tables on me was a villain like me, yes. You’re not going to change my mind, Mrs. Richards, but I’ll show just a small bit of kindness while I satisfy my morbid curiosity. I’ll give you a chance to increase the probability that you will escape this room in one piece by a factor of ten. To be totally transparent, I’m letting you decrease the probability that you will leave here declitted from 99.9999 percent to 99.9990 percent by allowing you to delay your penalty while you share your knowledge of clitoridectomy tools with me. Tell me about the declitting tube.”

Susan Richards bit her lower lip as she contemplated the Mad Thinker’s request. Was delaying her imminent maiming worth the embarrassment of admitting the full extent of her knowledge of clitoridectomy paraphernalia and procedures? The Invisible Woman shrugged her shoulders as she blushed badly. To not do everything possible to attempt to prevent or at least delay the extermination of her sex life would be the same as embracing a future of celibacy.

“Ummm…actually I can tell you quite a bit about how a declitting tube works and what it feels like to have one used on you,” Sue admitted softly as her blush deepened. “I’ve had one used on me…well used to stretch me…it turned out to be a tease, so I didn’t get cut. I’ve also seen one used to its full extent on another girl…we chatted about the experience I managed to avoid…the cutting part. Even though I’ll leave out the names of the declitters and declitties, and where and when this all occurred, the telling will take a few minutes…just so you know I’m not stalling. Do you want me to go on, Mad Thinker?”

“Please do, Sue!” the robotics expert agreed with excitement on his face. “This should be quite fascinating.”

“Okay,” Susan Richards replied softly as she struggled to get her thoughts in order, “as you said, the six-inch-long, three-quarter-inch diameter declitting tube was invented by the Fantastic Four’s arch enemy, Doctor Doom, who had the audacity to claim that he did so to make female circumcision as practiced in the Middle East and Africa safer. The transparent tube has a detachable lower ring-shaped disk that forms the open base, which is actually a contractible metal diaphragm having complicated equipment on its inner surface. Behind this basal disk are many closely spaced black, doughnut-like tori that are sticky, rubber diaphragms connected together with complicated mechanical mechanisms. These mechanisms cause the diaphragms, beginning with the torus near the very tip of the tube, to contract, retract a short distance toward the back of the tube, hold, expand, push back to their original position, and then repeat the sequence. The mechanisms in the tube and on the basal disk are controlled by a multi-positional slide button on the barrel of the tube.”

“When this button is in its ‘on’ position,” the Invisible Woman continued softly with a faraway look in her eyes, “the tube makes a whirring sound as the tori begin a mechanical dance that will cause a girl’s clitoris to be dragged out of its burrow. This begins as the rubber torus nearest the tip of the tube contracts around the targeted clitoral glans, retracts, and then holds. Then the next torus contracts around the outward tugged clitoral glans, the first torus expands while the second torus retracts, and the second torus holds while the first torus pushes back to its original position and the third torus contracts around the trapped clitoral glans. This coordinated sequence of grabbing, tugging, and passing off clitoral tissue continues torus by torus further into the tube, each torus designed to function with the torus in front of it. It’s a mesmerizing mechanical dance to watch, and the stretching part feels fascinating to the girl whose sex life is about to meet a brutal end.”

“Doctor Doom really showed off his genius when he invented the declitting tube,” Susan Richards admitted with a sheepish grin on her face. “As your sexual center becomes ever more stretched, the feeling morphs from a strange sensation to discomfort, but never quite becomes painful. Towards the end of the stretching, you find yourself terrified that your organ is just going to rip away! However, the tube is equipped with powerful microcomputers and sensors that carefully calculate the tensile strength of any clitoris entering the barrel of the device, as well as the exact amount of tension the lower rubber diaphragm can exert on the organ to get the maximum possible amount of the girl’s clitoris trapped in the tube…without tearing it.”

“The tugging stops just before tearing occurs,” the Invisible Woman explained with a sheepish grin on her face, “and the slide button can then be used to make the basal diaphragm contract and detach from the tube in which all of the stretching tori have opened, allowing the clitoral shaft above the diaphragm that has been stretched out of its natural cavity to un-stretch back into its natural shape, while the basal diaphragm keeps the shaft below it, still in the clitoral cavity, stretched to its elastic limit. When the declitting tube operator is ready, usually when the un-stretching is finished and a little girl penis has formed above the basal disk, micro-lasers on the basal disk can be activated, by the slide button again, to rotate around and burn through the clitoral shaft, beheading the clitoris. Alternatively the operator can wedge a pry bar under the disk to make some additional space and clip the girl penis free with surgical scissors.”

“Either way,” Sue concluded with a shrug of her shoulders, “there is an audible SNAP as the shaft that was below the disk flashes back into the clitoral cavity, the severed girl penis topples away from its position at the apex of the vulva, and the sensation of a white-hot poker being applied to her love button leaves the girl who had the declitting tube used on her with no doubt as to her clitless condition. Nasty! You should now understand why, in addition to not wanting Victor von Doom to have the pleasure of knowing his device was used on me, I chose to let you declit me, if you really must do so, using any other device, Mad Thinker!”

“Very nicely explained, Sue,” the Mad Thinker replied with a look of genuine appreciation on his face, “although your explanation leaves me with some questions I’d like you to try to answer. Before I get started with those questions, though, I should make it clear that I’m dead set on sending you home in that clitless condition you mentioned. However, we needn’t dwell on that troubling matter just yet. My first question is, how much clitoris does a declitting tube remove from a girl?”

The Invisible Woman frowned as she listened to the Mad Thinker’s declaration, and then blushed as he asked his sordid question. “Well,” Sue began as she sorted through the memories of the declittings she had witnessed during her time travel adventures to the 41^st Century male utopia, “that varies with the size and physical condition of the girl being…treated, the skill of the person operating the declitting tube, and whether or not a pry bar is employed to stretch even more clitoral shaft past the scissor blades. With the declitting tube the ratio of stretched flesh to un-stretched flesh is about 4 to 1.”

“If the declitting tube operator doesn’t work at it,” Sue continued with a nervous frown on her face, “you can expect the 6-inch tube to be at least one-third filled, with a lot of work two-thirds filled, and with a professional operator and a particularly suitable girl having it used on her, perhaps nearly completely filled. Without a pry bar the declitting tube may take as little as a half-inch of clitoral glans and shaft, but more likely at least three-fourths of an inch. Using a pry bar, a girl can expect to have an inch of clitoral tissue extracted, but possibly up to an inch-and-a-half or, under extreme conditions, two inches…which, for the average girl, represents the entire clitoral shaft before the tiny organ turns downward and splits to form the crura. Those statistics are pretty meaningless, Mad Thinker. If my clitoral glans is removed, or even a significant portion of it, I’ll never climax again. The half-inch minimum I just estimated for a declitting tube is overkill!”

“Yes,” the Mad Thinker replied thoughtfully, and then began fingering Sue’s swollen clitoris with the fingers of his right hand while the blonde superheroine squirmed on the restraint table, “I would think so, Invisible Woman. What you described doesn’t really seem possible. I mean…your little love button seems rather snuggly attached to the apex of your pussy. You said you had a declitting tube used to stretch you, Sue. How much of the tube did you fill?”

“Over two-thirds,” the Invisible Woman admitted as she turned beet red. “After I un-stretched there was just short of an inch-and-a-half of me waving in the wind above the basal disk waiting to be lasered off. As I said earlier, the threat was a sham and I went home whole. I’m hoping you’ll change your mind and I’ll get lucky again. To that end, as you’re a curious guy, and as at the time I had the same question you just raised, I’ll tell you what I was told with respect to a snug seeming love button yielding so much tissue.”

“Firstly,” Susan Richards continued as she tried to remember what had been conveyed to her, “the diameter of the declitting tube’s basal diaphragm, unlike a clitoral pump that some girls use to make their love buttons larger or more sensitive, isn’t much larger than the clitoral glans. This means the metal surrounding the diaphragm opening pushes against the vulva roof as the clitoris itself is pulled outward. This essentially ensures that everything except the clitoris is held in place.”

“Secondly,” Sue lectured after taking a deep breath, “the clitoral shaft is mostly surrounded in its cavity by mucous membranes, like many other internal organs, the primary function of which is to keep the organ moist, not secured in the clitoral cavity. There may be other connective tissues as well, but the membranes and tissues heal/reattach quickly once any stretching ends. That could be important, if I can get you to change your mind…say, mid procedure.”

“Finally,” the Invisible Woman concluded with obvious appreciation of the technology involved, “Doctor Doom included ultrasonic projectors in his declitting tube design that project forward from the back of the declitting tube, softening the mucous membranes and weakening the tensile strength of any connective tissue, or even muscles, encountered in the clitoral cavity while the clitoral shaft is being stretched. You could say the ultrasonic projectors un-snug the snugness!”

“You are obviously a scientist’s wife, if not a scientist yourself, Sue!” The Mad Thinker chirped gleefully. “I could not have given a better explanation of the declitting tube and its function myself, and could most certainly not have added the details about how it feels to have one used on you. With the next two-part question, we will begin to move towards making this long discussion of a declitting tube…which we are not going to use to extirpate your clitoris, Invisible Woman…relevant to your own imminent neutering. Sue, how much do you think a declitting tube costs, and why do you think Victor von Doom spent some of his genius on developing it?”

“I have no idea of how much a declitting tube costs, Mad Thinker!” Susan Richards spat back as she struggled to not be totally demoralized by the pudgy pundit of probabilities’ intractability regarding her own sex life. “The tubes are small, so the material costs are low, but the electronics, ultrasonic emitters, and microcomputers involved must be state-of-the-art technology. The real cost must be in the thousands of dollars for each tube. Given that the general populations in the Middle East and Africa are typically near the poverty level, and the selfish nature of most of the affluent upper class, I’m quite certain declitting tubes are not making Doctor Doom a small fortune if his true goal is to make female circumcision as practiced in the Middle East and Africa safer. Frankly, I think he designed them to be used on his superheroine foes, with particular hopes that he would be able to use one on me!”

“Bravo, Sue!” the Thinker chortled with a knowing look on his face. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. The only retail market for declitting tubes is ‘Sunni Circumcision Services, Inc.’, and their list price is $10,000 each. However, SCS offers discounts through what is officially termed ‘hardship’ grants, which are approved by a Board, one of whose members is a Latverian representative. Any Board member may approve a ‘hardship’ grant, so long as the entity they represent pays SCS the balance of the cost of the approved sale. I supplied SCS with my resume and a ‘hardship’ grant application form for one declitting tube that included the following one-sentence justification for grant approval: ‘I intend on capturing the Invisible Woman for the purpose of excising her clitoris.’ The Latverian Board member had SCS send me the declitting tube I just showed you free of charge.”

The Mad Thinker chuckled as he watched the color rush from the Invisible Woman’s face as she gagged and coughed, before suggesting, “Why don’t we move on to pneumatic vacuum extractors, Sue. DID you did know that your husband, Mister Fantastic, worked with Tony Stark to develop the vacuum extractor as an alternative to the declitting tube? His role in the project was reverse engineering von Doom’s ultrasonic emitter and improving its efficiency in softening up those clitoral cavity mucous membranes and connective tissues you mentioned.”

“No, Thinker, I didn’t know Reed worked with Tony on such a project,” Susan Richards replied warily as she tried to understand the purpose of the Mad Thinker’s question. “I’m not aware of a lot of things that my husband works on. However, I do know that Tony Stark owns a lot of stock in Van Dyne Enterprises, and that Stark and Hank Pym have been heavily involved in setting up equipment for the new business that Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, is starting up under the Van Dyne Enterprises’ umbrella. As a result of newly passed laws and newly acquired interests on Wanda’s part, the ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’ will soon open. Wanda would have a use for a pneumatic vacuum extractor, I think, and Reed may have been drafted to help Hank and Tony on the project.”

“Yes, the Scarlet Witch’s new career as a castratrix is part of the story, as I’ll clarify shortly, Sue,” the Mad Thinker announced with an ear-to-ear grin on his face. “Tell me how the pneumatic vacuum extractor works.”

“I don’t really know, Thinker,” the Invisible Woman replied with a confused look on her face. “I’ve never seen the pneumatic variation at work, but I assume that air suction is applied to a girl’s clitoris via a narrow tube fit over the apex of her vulva. The girl’s love button is pulled into the tube and then stretched out of the clitoral cavity as the suction is increased. With the manual version—essentially a plastic syringe that sucks air, and whatever else, into a narrow tube as a stopper is pulled back in the larger-diameter syringe barrel—there is a small-diameter highly compressive elastic rubber band stretched around the end of the narrow suction tube tip, which is pushed off the tube tip and over the base of the stretched clitoral shaft when suction has reached maximum, trapping the stretched flesh and preventing it from retracting back into its cavity. Then its pry bar and surgical scissors, a snip, and a less girlish girl.”

“Again, very good, Invisible Woman!” the Mad Thinker acknowledged as he grinned gleefully. “With the pneumatic vacuum extractor, suction, produced by an electric motor, is controlled with a rheostat with preset intensity levels marked out on a dial. The physical limitations of tensile strength are not measured for each girl’s clitoris, as von Doom’s declitting tube does. Instead engineering calculations of average clitoral tensile strength with built-in factor-of-safety margins are used to set the vacuum intensity level presets, and the operator can always exceed the presets. I mentioned extraction efficiency has been improved with the ultrasonic technology. The pneumatic model also deploys the tiny elastic compression bands to prevent clitoral shaft retraction, and yes, the targeted clitoris is simply pried outward and clipped off below the band with surgical scissors.”

“The genius of the Stark Industry manufactured pneumatic vacuum extractor is really measured in processing efficiency,” the Thinker observed as he began to emphasize his point. “You secure a girl standing with her legs spread and her vulva uncovered before an operator. The operator pushes the end of a narrow plastic extraction tube over the targeted clitoris. The rheostat vacuum intensity control is slowly twisted higher in brief steps as the tube end is held firmly in position until the operator has the clitoral glans and a pre-determined length of clitoral shaft in the barrel of the extraction tube. The hand moves from the rheostat control to push the compression band off the end of the extraction tube, trapping the stretched clitoris out of the clitoral cavity. The free hand moves back to the rheostat control, the suction is turned off, and the extraction tube is pulled away. The operator drops the tube, picks up a pry bar and surgical scissors, pries, snips, and disposes of a severed sex life. A pliers like device is used to stretch and load a new compression band onto the end of the extraction tube, and the neutered girl is freed into whoever’s custody while a new girl is secured in the requisite position with her vulva uncovered before the operator. An efficient operator can easily convert a pristine girl into a neutered girl every five minutes. Your thoughts, Sue?”

“I’m overwhelmed, Mad Thinker!” the Invisible Woman admitted with a mixture of disgust and disconcertment on her face. “It’s bad enough that someone would consider neutering a girl against her will, but to turn it into such an impersonal assembly line process…. Well, it’s unthinkable! I do not believe for a second that the Scarlet Witch will run her business that way. I don’t understand why Stark, let alone my husband, would involve themselves in such a project.”

“To be clear, Sue,” the Mad Thinker explained softly while chuckling triumphantly, “Stark’s work for the Scarlet Witch involved only modifications to his and your husband’s existing pneumatic vacuum extractor design. Miss Maximoff merely had Stark add the impeder valve, to simulate the jerky pulls of the declitting tube…I’m assuming she must have thought the clitoral stretching process was as fascinating as you seem to have found it, Sue...and a scale on the end of the transparent extraction tube so that she can measure the length of clitorises stretched out of her customers’ vulvas. Those modifications were recent. The pneumatic vacuum extractor was designed, and the first models constructed, under contract with ‘Sunni Circumcision Services, Inc.’ nearly six months before the laws that made the Scarlet Witch’s new business possible were passed. I’ll clarify momentarily. How much do you think a pneumatic vacuum extractor, the only retail outlet for which is SCS, costs, Sue?”

The Invisible Woman frowned as the Mad Thinker stepped away from her spread legs and soiled torso to lift a white piece of machinery into the air, set it down, and stepped back between her legs. “I have no idea what something like that costs,” Sue admitted softly with confusion on her face. “I’ll guess the cost is a few hundred dollars…maybe a thousand with the ultrasonic emitter and other bells and whistles. I’m not eager to get on to whatever further you have planned for me, Thinker, and I still hope I can talk you into being reasonable, but I must say, I really don’t see how this discussion is relevant.”

“You will, Sue, and soon,” the Mad Thinker hissed threateningly. “And there will be no reasoning with me concerning my plans for you, Invisible Woman. ‘Sunni Circumcision Services, Inc.’ sells the pneumatic vacuum extractor for $3000 per unit, including a pry bar, surgical scissors, band expander, and a generous supply of compression bands, but sales are restricted to Stark Industries, Van Dyne Enterprises, and SCS, and those three companies subsidiaries. I’m afraid my unit was stolen for me from a SCS warehouse. Once again, Stark and Richards’ alternative to the declitting tube will not be making female circumcision in the Middle East and Africa safer. I wonder why sales of the pneumatic vacuum extractor are so limited, Sue? What do you know about slave auctions?”

“Nothing, Mad Thinker!” Sue spat with sudden emotion.

“That’s a lie, Invisible Woman!” the Mad Thinker hissed back. “I know for a fact that you’ve been on stage being bid on at least once. I heard you cost some Saudi sheik a pretty penny too, Sue.”

“He made a bad bargain!” the Invisible Woman barked back. “I escaped two days later before he had any fun with me!”

“They’re more careful with their attention to superheroine slaves these days, Sue,” the Mad Thinker chortled softly back. “Yes, slave auctions are incredibly rare these days, but those that are held commonly feature captured superheroines. Who hosts superheroine slave auctions, Sue?”

“Rogue countries like Latveria, Iran, and North Korea,” Sue replied softly as she blushed badly, “at least usually. I’ve heard of a group of rich industrialists in the U.S. organizing such events as well…some kind of secret club.”

“The Hellfire Club, Sue!” the Mad Thinker pounced jubilantly. “Guess who won the contract to supply female circumcision services for Hellfire Club superheroine slave auctions for the next decade, Invisible Woman? ‘Sunni Circumcision Services, Inc.’! Do you think it a coincidence that bidding for the contract to develop the pneumatic vacuum extractor was initiated only days after that superheroine slave auction contract was signed by SCS, Sue? Who did Stark and Richards hurt when they won that bid? Doctor Doom! His declitting tubes are obsolete when it comes to processing sold superheroines!”

“That’s right, Sue!” the Thinker roared as he saw disbelief form on the Invisible Woman’s face. “In order to win a pissing match with Doctor Doom, Stark and your husband have provided ‘Sunni Circumcision Services, Inc.’ with the means to circumcise…meaning declit…superheroines as quickly as they’re sold to the highest bidder. At this very moment, plans are in the works for holding the largest superheroine slave auction in history…an auction that will take place in an environment where forced climaxes are undervalued and less-than-randy slaves are overvalued…and at a time when the Avengers’ tissue regenerator is toast. Stark and your husband have screwed your friends, Sue! But don’t let that concern you too much, Mrs. Richards! Even if you get captured and sold, Invisible Woman, they won’t need to have SCS process you. I’ll have done that job for them!”

“You’re lying about my husband’s role in developing the pneumatic vacuum extractor, aren’t you, Mad Thinker?” Susan Richards asked softly as the hopelessness of her situation finally began to sink in. “You’re doing it in hopes that I’ll blame him for my declitting…whether that happens at your hands today or at some superheroine slave auction in the future, aren’t you?”

“No, Sue, I’m neither lying nor exaggerating about your husband’s involvement in the development of the pneumatic vacuum extractor,” the Mad Thinker replied with a smirk on his face. “You know it’s true and that your husband did what he did to prove himself superior to Victor von Doom. Maybe Mister Fantastic didn’t know of the link between ‘Sunni Circumcision Services, Inc.’ and the Hellfire Club. Maybe he knows now…too late…and that’s why he’s come up with his latest invention…one that will finally make female circumcision as practiced in the Middle East and Africa safer at an affordable cost.”

“You see, Sue,” the Mad Thinker continued with excitement in his eyes and a grin on his face, “only weeks ago the Richards’ FGC clamp began rolling off of Stark Industries’ production lines. Although SCS is the only retail outlet for the Richards’ FGC clamp, the cost is only $200 a unit and a clamp will be provided free of charge to any licensed medical doctor requesting one. I’m sure your stuck-up husband is proud of himself for coming up with a device that is so easy to use that declitting tubes should be almost completely obsolete. I’m going to make Mister Fantastic choke on that pride, Invisible Woman! Do I need to explain anything to you, Sue?”

Sue Richards coughed, before rasping, “FGC? What exactly has my husband invented?”

“Female Genital Cutting!” the Mad Thinker replied matter-of-factly. “The Richards’ FGC clamp is patterned somewhat after the Rathman FGC clamp developed by an American doctor in the late 1950s. The primary difference is that the Rathman FGC clamp had a flat shield on its lower jaw to protect the clitoris while the clamp’s jaws were closed to pinch off the blood supply to and facilitate the removal of the female prepuce. The tool was used to help girls that had trouble climaxing due to hooded clitorises, Sue. The Richards’ FGC clamp has a domed shield designed to protect the clitoral hood as the device is used, and a hole through which the clitoris can be mechanically stretched through to facilitate excision. I’m going to show you exactly what your husband has invented, Invisible Woman. The layperson’s name for the Richards’ FGC clamp is clit clipper, and I’m going to use one on YOU, Sue!”

Chapter 5. The Clit Clipper

“NO!” Susan Richards squealed with dread and fear obvious in her strident voice. “You mustn’t do that, Thinker! I don’t want to be sexually neutered…but…even more…I don’t want Reed feeling responsible for…guilty over…the loss of my…ability to achieve sexual climax. PLEASE! Let me bring you off again…this time with my mouth…and then use the breast ripper on me…but then let me go without declitting me.”

“Not a chance, Sue!” the Mad Thinker spat back with a mean grin on his roundish face and excitement shinning from his gleaming blue eyes. “I want my vengeance for those past defeats at the hands of the Fantastic Four, and for you and your teammates hanging the label ‘Mad’ before my nom de guerre through the press coverage you received after our battles. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the many times this evening where you’ve chosen to avoid using that libelous label, Invisible Woman. Well, the avoidance isn’t going to keep me from clipping your clit with your husband’s invention, Sue. Like I said, the fun we are about to have is going to make for some interesting pillow talk.”

“You ARE mad!” the Invisible Woman hissed with obvious exasperation as she watched the Mad Thinker step back and then hurry to the far side of the instrument table to once again open the shallow drawer. “If you think you can do what you plan to me and get away with it, you are a fool as well. I’ll kill you myself when I get the chance…or better yet…sign you up for the works at the Scarlet Witch’s clinic!”

The Mad Thinker laughed out loud as he pulled a small silver-colored instrument out of the drawer and stepped over to stand behind the Invisible Woman’s head. “That will never happen, and you know it, Sue!” the unkempt robotics expert growled as he set the metal device on the quaking blonde’s chest, just below the ‘4’ patch and between the superheroine’s ample breasts. “Miss Maximoff would not provide her castratrix services to anyone who had not signed her consent forms for fear of losing her professional body modification practitioner license. Not even for you, Sue, and we both know I’ll never sign said forms! Additionally, we both know you don’t have murder in you. Now, I’m going to get dressed while you gather your composure so that you can accept your penalty for being a captured superheroine with the dignity your avocation demands!”

The Invisible Woman hardly noticed the Mad Thinker walk behind the computer terminals as she stared slack-jawed at the two-and-half-inch-long one-and-a-half inch-wide device that was roughly shaped like an oval boat. The bottom of the device was flat along the margins and at the front, but the center and back of the bottom surface bulged outward to form a smooth shallow rounded ‘hull’. Sue knew instinctively that the rounded bulge was designed to fit comfortably between the forward portion of her labial lips.

The top of the device was a flat surface decorated with some intricate mostly metal constructs which obviously were the ‘clamp’ mechanisms. Toward the front of the device, the bottom surface thinned to merge with the top so that the bow formed a very thin flat projection. Centered about three-fourths of an inch back from the tip of the bow, Sue could see a pea-sized cutout in the upper surface with a shallow half-circle bulge around the forward edge; the cutout was presently occluded, and Sue had an epiphany that the paper thin metal surface causing the occlusion was a razorblade.

The Invisible Woman coughed as tears began to well in her blue eyes, and blushed as her nipples hardened and she felt her clitoris begin to swell. Her husband’s device was most elegantly designed! It seemed it was also aesthetically pleasing to both a captive superheroine and her doomed clitoris!

Returning her attention to the flat surface of the Richards’ FGC clamp, Sue noted two round metal levers held in place by raised brackets, one at the very tip of the bow, and one centered at the end of the rounded stern. Both levers presently leaned inward, just short of horizontal, from the ends of the boat-shaped device. Sue could see rods attached to the bottoms of the levers that disappeared into holes in the ‘hull’ body, and thin cables, hydraulic hoses, and wires led from the holes in the ‘hull’ body to slotted posts, which were hinged to the flat surface at each end of the half-circle bulge and were presently flush with that surface. Attached at right angles to each of the post’s slots and surrounding the occluded cutout was a small one-eighth-inch-thick horseshoe-shaped construct, stacked one above the other but open in opposite directions. The curved U’s were hinged at their bases and appeared to be covered with sticky rubber, although Sue could see two small circular glassy surfaces on each arm of each horseshoe.

At the stern of the boat, barely under the flat surface, the horrified but engrossed blonde could just make out what she guessed to be an activation button on one corner, and a tab-like projection on the other, no doubt in a horizontal slot, which was obviously the cocking mechanism for the spring-loaded razorblade. Below the cocking lever slot, Sue could make out what looked to be the ends of two circular rods or tubes; probably, the blonde superheroine reasoned, detachable accessories stored in the Richards’ FGC clamp ‘hull’.

“Do you like what you see, Sue?” The Mad Thinker chuckled heartily from his position just beyond the Invisible Woman’s head as she jumped in her bonds as his voice suddenly disturbed her thoughts. “Have you figured out how the Richards’ FGC clamp works?”

“It’s a very elegant, but obviously insidiously deadly, tool, Mad Thinker,” Susan Richards replied matter-of-factly as she blushed badly. “While I desperately hope you are NOT going to use that sordid device on me, I’ll admit that I’m pretty sure my husband’s invention is going to make me quite rich. The clitoris portal is presently blocked by an un-cocked spring-loaded razorblade, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I’ll cock it momentarily,” the calculation happy criminal announced laconically. “I’ll do that because I AM going to use the clit clipper on you, Sue. I need you to accept your fate and try to show some dignity…at least until I cut you.”

“Okay,” the Invisible Woman replied in a quivering voice as she forced herself to admit that she could do nothing to avoid the cruel punishment the Mad Thinker would soon submit her to. “Can you dry my eyes…without mussing my makeup?” Sue tried to manage a shy grin as the computer minded villain pulled a tissue from the shallow drawer and gently touched it to her eyes. Sue realized that, if she couldn’t avoid being maimed, she needed to begin to try to control the aftermath.

“Do I look all right?” Sue asked softly as the Mad Thinker tossed the tissue back into the drawer. “If what you’re about to do to me does end up on the internet, Mad Thinker, I’m sure I’ll be the girl on television doing the testimonial advertisements plugging the Richards’ FGC clamp as the best thing that ever happened to girls in need of getting their libidos diminished. What are the glassy circles on the inner surfaces of the horseshoe clamps?”

“You look stunningly beautiful, Sue,” the master of calculating probabilities admitted as he grinned down at his favorite MILF. “Your makeup is, amazingly, still in pristine condition. The circular projectors on the clitoris clamps are orgasm inducers…based on technology your husband pirated from Doctor Doom. Orgasm detectors are also built into the hydraulic clamps. I told you there was a 95.63 percent probability that I would give you your second-to-the-last orgasm earlier when I planned on only raping you once, Invisible Woman. I always planned to let your husband’s clit clipper give you what should be your final orgasm, Mrs. Richards. Are we done with questions?”

“Ummm, not quite, Mad Thinker,” the Invisible Woman replied with a giggle as her shy smile became a sheepish grin. “I think I have three more. Before I ask them I’m going to admit that I am very relieved at my…or rather my libido’s…choice to let you force climax on me during rape. I’ll gladly trade the fascinating stretching sensation before I get the white hot poker applied to my sexual center for one more climax before the same. First question…am I the Richards’ FGC clamp’s first…ummm?”

“I’m sure Mister Fantastic would prefer that ‘patient’ be the term you’re looking for, Sue,” the Thinker quickly suggested as he grinned malevolently, “but let’s be honest, in your situation the more appropriate term is ‘victim’. Although this is my trial run with the clit clipper, Invisible Woman, as I said, the device has been for sale for weeks. I’m sure dozens of girls have enjoyed getting their libidos crushed by your husband’s invention by now.”

“To be fair,” the Mad Thinker admitted with a wry smile on his face, “elective clitoridectomies are no longer particularly appalling to most cultures, as the Scarlet Witch’s body modification clinic attests to in the U.S. I’ve calculated that there is a 95 percent probability that the Richards’ FGC clamp’s low cost, ease of use, and the offer of that final climax that has cheered you up, Sue, will result, within a few decades, in 94 percent of the female population in the Islamic world having gotten themselves neutered before the age of 40. Similar calculations for the non-Islamic world yield a 93 percent probability that 42 percent of the female population will have been neutered by the same age. I’d do the same calculation for superheroines, if it wasn’t obvious that both percent probability and percent population would be extremely close to 100, given our knowledge of superheroine slave auction contracts. The condition I’m going to send you home in will not be particularly abnormal in the near future, Sue. Question two?”

“Yeah, I guess I’m just getting my sex life murdered a little sooner than my peers, Mister Statistics,” the Invisible Woman acknowledged as she tried to force a smile on her face. “I’d still rather not be in the position I am now, but, well, as another blonde I know said in a similar situation, c′est la vie. How much clitoris and clitoral shaft am I about to lose, Mad Thinker?”

“Somewhere close to an inch, I would imagine, Invisible Woman,” the Mad Thinker announced with a jubilant grin on his face. “The device should have around two inches of you stretched out above the clitoral portal, Sue, but I’m quite sure that your declitting tube rule-of-thumb ratio doesn’t apply due to changes in the tensile equation variables. Maybe less than an inch of tissue, but the Richards’ FGC clamp comes with an automobile-cigarette-lighter-like attachment in a non-heat conducting sheath that will be used to cauterize your subsurface wound, destroying another eighth of an inch or so of clitoral nerves. Healthy clitoral nerves will be buried at least an inch below the surface of the apex of your pussy, Mrs. Richards. Your sex life will indeed be toast! And it will be toast in much less time than we’ve already spent answering your questions, Sue. Let’s have your last question so that I can get on with your clit clipping!”

“Eager are we, Mad Thinker?” Susan Richards asked softly in her sexiest bedroom voice. “Okay. I guess it’s no use delaying the inevitable. What are you going to do with my severed clitoris?” Sue paused as she watched surprise flash across the pudgy villain’s face, and then, with carefully calculated timing and wording, she continued with, “Are you going to sell it to Van Dyne Enterprises so that they can turn it into a necklace pendant core with my name engraved into the pendant in gold inlay? They sell those very rare necklaces through the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of women’s accessories and sex toys. I’d like to imagine that little bit of myself becoming a family heirloom to be passed down through the generations. Also, the existence of such an heirloom could be used in the marketing of the Richards’ FGC clamp”

The Invisible Woman tried to look wistful as she waited nervously for the Mad Thinker’s reply. In truth, Sue was worried that the villain would keep her severed flesh to use as proof that he HAD declitted the female member of the Fantastic Four, while Sue hoped to keep her eminent disgraceful downfall a secret from the public for as long as she could. Sue hoped that the Mad Thinker would want to hurt her further by destroying her clitoris, post severing, so that it could never be used to make the memento Sue was suggesting she would like it to be.

“Well, I was going to tape your severed sex organ to the Fantastic Four emblem on your chest, Mrs. Richards,” the Mad Thinker admitted in obvious consternation, “as an additional insult to your husband when I send you home. However, I now realize you would probably sell your clit to Van Dyne Enterprises yourself and donate the proceeds to charity as part of that marketing campaign you’ve mentioned. I’ll decide what to do with your clit after I’ve clipped it, Invisible Woman, which I’m going to do right now!”

Sue shivered in trepidation as the Mad Thinker snatched the metal female genital cutting clamp from between her goose-bump-covered breasts, and quickly made his way around the restraint table. The vibrant blonde superheroine blushed badly as her nipples grew harder and her sex grew wetter as the pudgy shaggy-haired villain kicked the adjustable-height lifter out of the way, and used the fingers of his right hand to part her labial lips while he held the clamp over her mons pubis with his left hand. As she felt her clitoris swell as it became engorged with blood, ‘Good Lord!’ sprung into the Invisible Woman’s mind. ‘The sick bastard is really going to declit me, and my little warrior is saluting and volunteering to be cannon fodder!’

“I’ll make this quick and painful, Invisible Woman,” the Mad Thinker announced as he looked up from the stunningly beautiful blonde’s vulva and stared into her widened blue eyes. “This is payback for my past defeats at the hands of you and your teammates!” The geeky villain returned his attention to the clitoridectomy device, and carefully pulled the tab-like extension in the boat-shaped machine’s left rear corner to the right. “We’re locked and loaded and ready to stick a clit into the path of the spring-loaded razorblade. Are you ready, Sue?”

“As ready as a girl about to be involuntarily declitted will ever be, Mad Thinker,” the Invisible Woman admitted in a quivering voice as she shivered in her bonds. “I have a request! The curvature of my breasts, belly, and pubic mound will block my view and I want to know what is happening…what is causing the feelings I will be sensing in my privates. Please give me verbal descriptions of what you’re doing. If you do, I’ll tell you what having the device used on me feels like. I’ll even tell you what I’m thinking…about the emotions running through my mind as you use the clit clipper on me.”

“I think I’d like that a lot, Sue,” the Mad Thinker replied softly as he gave the Invisible Woman a friendly smile. “What are you thinking now, as I’m about to fit an armed clit clipper over your vulva.”

“I’m terrified to my wits’ end, Mad Thinker,” Susan Richards admitted with obvious veracity, “but also mortified with embarrassment. My sex feels sopping wet and my little warrior…my love button… feels like it’s getting very tumid…ummm…as if she was eager to stick her neck under the guillotine blade for a quick beheading. I feel betrayed by my own clitoral glans, but, deep down, I know my physical reactions must mean I think female castration…my castration…is somehow erotic. I’ll shut up now!”

“Thank you for being honest, Sue,” the Mad Thinker acknowledged and then shrugged his shoulders, “although I could have guessed that thoughts of your imminent neutering were making you horny given the amount of clitoral glans protruding out from under your hood. I know a number of men that read castration stories as part of their pornography binges. There’s no reason why women shouldn’t have similar tastes. I’m going to fit the clamp into your pussy now, Invisible Woman. The clamps are available with several clitoral portal sizes…I could tell from nude pictures of you on the ‘Wizard’s Lair’ website that you haven’t been using clitoral pumps…the standard model should work perfectly on your just-less-than-pea-sized pearl.”

The Invisible Woman blushed badly and coughed nervously as she felt the Mad Thinker use his left hand to push the cool, smooth metal between the forward portion of her labial lips, which he still held spread with his right hand. The matriarch of the Fantastic Four felt the master of robotics wiggle the clamp for a few seconds before pressing the device firmly into her vulva with his left hand while his right hand moved away.

“I’ve got the clitoral portal over your clit now, Sue,” the Thinker explained matter-of-factly, “and have made more delicate positioning adjustments to get your clitoral hood into the slight hollow designed to protect it and keep it out of the arc of the clit clipping blade. The package the Richards’ FGC clamp comes in includes a bottle of lidocaine and a hypodermic needle for those ‘patients’ who want to be numb when they get their clit clipped. Sorry, but I’m not giving you that option.”

“Don’t be sorry, Mad Thinker,” the Invisible Woman spat back with obvious disgust, “at least not for not numbing me. I want to feel every sensation associated with what you’re doing to me. And thanks for being methodical. With the Avengers’ tissue regenerator not functioning, you only get to declit me once, Mad Thinker! And, this is certainly my only turn at getting my clit clipped with a Richards’ FGC clamp.”

“I certainly hope that is the case, Invisible Woman,” the Thinker chortled back jovially before continuing in a more serious tone. “However, please note that while I said that there was a 99.9990 percent probability you would leave here declitted, I also said there is a 95.63 percent probability that I gave you your second to the last orgasm. My computations take into account a long list of variables, but the bottom line is that there is a 4.37 percent probability that somehow your clitoris will be restored to you through technology, magic, or some unknown force. In that unlikely event, I will not have given you your second to the last orgasm, and this clamp will not be giving you your last. Should the improbable occur I will be very unhappy, for I’ll have to do this to you all over again, sometime in the future.”

“I see we are both easily distracted from our goal of getting your clit clipped, Sue,” the Mad Thinker continued almost apologetically, before adding with a hurt look on his face in a facetious tone. “I shouldn’t have mentioned the lidocaine, which I assume is mostly there to make those mothers out there that decide clipping the clits off their daughters as they reach puberty, probably on the same day they give them their first birth control pill prescription, would be a reasonable approach to keeping their daughters out of boy trouble. I would think most adults getting themselves clipped would want to feel the white-hot-poker-applied-to-their-love-button sensation you described earlier, and would use the lidocaine post clipping.”

“Never mind!” the portly pundit of probabilities spat, now sounding exasperated. “Along with the lidocaine, the clamp package contained an eyedropper capped bottle of liquid that is a topical sexual stimulant…Spanish fly for your clitoris, if you will. I’m going to put a couple of drops on your love button now, Sue. While you’re already quite swollen down there, I’d like your clit to protrude a little further through the clitoral portal, so I don’t have to use the soft-tipped tweezers that also came in the package. The downside for you, Invisible Woman, is that the topical solution I’m about to apply to your clitoris should intensify the sensation the orgasm inducers impart, and shorten our fun.”

“No!” Sue called out nervously. “Please try to do it without the clitoral stimulant. I want to fight the orgasm inducers as long as I can. I want to resist the forced climax that will end my sex life with all my will power!”

“Oh, I’m sure you can still both fight and resist for as long as you can, Sue,” the Mad Thinker observed with a quirky grin on his face as he took a small bottle with a dropper cap out of his pocket and unscrewed the cap. As he squirted two drops of the liquid through the clamp’s clitoral portal, and the Invisible Woman moaned with a mixture of disappointment and pleasure, he added, “However, the length of your efforts to resist climax and concomitant declitting may be a bit foreshortened. How does that feel, Sue?” the computer wizard asked as he capped the bottle and returned it to his pocket.

“OHHhhhhh!” Susan Richards moaned softly before replying with, “My love button feels tingly and it’s causing the glowing sensation in my loins that I feel when I begin building towards climax. It also feels like my sexual center is swelling…becoming even more engorged with blood.”

“It is!” the Thinker concurred with a chuckle. “Virtually your entire glans is protruding below your clitoral hood, Sue. Which means most of your glans is on the business side of the clit clipper. If I activated the razorblade now…without using the extraction derricks…your sex life would be toast, Invisible Woman. Shall we go that route and send you home right away, or shall we go full monty and see just how effective your husband’s invention is, Mrs. Richards?”

Sue gasped softly as she heard the Mad Thinkers’ question. The nearer healthy clitoral nerves were to the surface of her body, the greater the possibility was that she would experience some clitoral stimulation, possibly contributing to climax. Should she take the unkempt villain’s offer, and hope to leave his horrid company minus only her clitoral glans? But what if she still couldn’t climax after she had been released…released before the Richards’ FGC clamp had been implemented as designed? And what if the Mad Thinker’s offer was just a ruse to further break her spirit? Susan Richards blushed as she replied in a quivering voice, “If you’re going to do something, do it right. Don’t send me home half cut!”

Chapter 6. Clipped!

“Bravo, Sue!” the Mad Thinker chortled with a prideful look on his face. “That’s why you’re my favorite MILF. Such bravery and commitment on top of the beauty queen looks! Okay, I’m going to begin lifting the forward extraction derrick toggle. This pushes a rod forward that will turn the first in a complicated series of interlocking gears and trigger the pressurization of the hydraulics that make the horseshoe clamps close and later rise. Here we go!” The nerdy mathematician slowly began pushing the forward round metal lever upward.

“OHHhhh!” the Invisible Woman squealed softly, “Yes, I can feel something…feel the lower horseshoe clamp pinching my clitoral glans. AHHhhh! It’s getting tighter. UMMmmm. It’s biting tighter than the lowest declitting tube torus did…but still not terribly painfully.”

“It won’t damage your organ, Sue,” the Thinker said softly as he flashed a look of reassurance at the Invisible Woman, before adding mischievously, “that’s what the spring-loaded razorblade is for. Really! The pressure the horseshoe clamps exert on your flesh has been carefully calculated with factors-of-safety given due consideration. Additionally, now that the lower horseshoe clamp is closed, it can easily fit through the upper clamp that was stacked atop it. Okay, I’m going to pull the lever further upward and raise the shorter extraction derrick. That’s what the old-watch-like gears in the body of the clamp are for. A short push of the rod attached to the bottom of the lever gets magnified many times.”

The slovenly villain watched as the slotted post, projecting from the hinge at the end of one side of the half-circle bulge nearly to the bow of the boat-shaped clamp, rose rearward from being flush with the clamp top to a vertical position on one side of the clitoral portal, while the horseshoe clamp’s connection to the slot in the post rotated. “And now we are ready to begin stretching your clit out for amputation, Invisible Woman!” the Mad Thinker announced and laughed loudly for a few seconds before continuing. “When I raise the forward lever to lock it into its full vertical position, a second micro-hydraulic pump will be activated causing a piston in the slotted extraction derrick post, which the horseshoe clamp is attached to, to slowly rise to the top of the shorter extraction derrick. I’ll bet this is going to feel really cool, Sue!”

“AAaaaauuuuuuuhhh!” the Invisible Woman hissed softly as a silly grin formed on her face and introspective wonder beamed from her gleaming blue eyes. “Yeah! The slow steady tug on the tip of my tender nub does create and interesting sensation. Ah, there! The tugging seems to have stopped and the apex of my vulva just feels sort of…taut. How much of me has been pulled…?”

“Pulled past the path of the rotating razorblade when the spring is released, Sue?” the Mad Thinker queried softly with a grin of satisfaction on his face. “The shorter extraction derrick is a half-inch tall. The lower eighth-inch-thick horseshoe clamp is now at the top of that. But there is quite a bit of your rounded clitoral glans above the clamp’s upper edge. So let’s go with a half inch of clitoral tissue, which hardly narrowed at all as it was tugged upward, indicating that what we have trapped on the business side of the clit clipper won’t shrink much when the tension is rather abruptly terminated. However, before that termination of tension makes you howl, Invisible Woman, I’m going to use the rear lever to close the upper horseshoe clamp and raise the inch-and-a-half-high extraction derrick. Tell me what you’re thinking now, Sue, and what the next part feels like as its happening.”

“I’m thinking that there is no way I’ll be able to talk you out of clipping away my precious clitoris, Mad Thinker,” Susan Richards admitted in a cracking voice as she sensed the unkempt computer master lower his right hand to the rear lever and prepare to pry it upwards and backwards, “and that thought is filling my soul with terror. My love button feels pulled taut, and despite the tingly glowing sensation that the solution you put on my tender nub caused, I’m afraid the next stage of implementation of the Richards’ FGC clamp will begin to cause my privates to feel discomfort.”

The Invisible Woman gasped softly as she felt a second clamping sensation around her clitoral shaft, this time feeling as if the squeeze was below the surface of the apex of her vulva where the point of compression would have been only minutes earlier. “The second horseshoe clamp just grabbed my sexual center,” Sue announced, still trying to give the Mad Thinker a running account of how having the Richards’ FGC clamp used on her felt and how her mind was reacting to the procedure. The buxom blonde was hoping her cooperation would gain her some concessions from the portly villain post-neutering. “The compression is again much firmer than I remember the declitting tube contractible tori being, although it is again only uncomfortable, not painful. The strangest part of the sensation is that it feels like the squeezing is occurring below the surface of my skin.”

A number of seconds passed while Sue could just barely hear a faint grinding sound, no doubt made by the interlocking gears, more of them probably needed for the taller extraction derrick than the shorter, turning in the ‘hull’ of the device. When the tension on her love button suddenly began to increase again, Susan Richards again let out an audible gasp, before asking, “What just happened? It feels like the first horseshoe clamp is gone now!”

“What began as the lower clamp, attached to the shorter extraction derrick, has just opened up as a valve controlling its hydraulic pressure was closed in the body of the device, freeing the clitoral tissue above it,” the Mad Thinker explained while chuckling gleefully. “The horseshoe clamp attached to the taller derrick has taken over the clitoral extraction process and is now rising; soon it will rise above the level of the soon-to-again-be lower clamp. The first horseshoe clamp had to open to let the second clamp pass through its position and continue onward to full extraction. How does the stretching feel now? Are you getting comfortable with the fate I am forcing upon you, Mrs. Richards?”

“I'll never be comfortable with having my sex life extinguished, Mad Thinker!” the Invisible Woman spat vehemently as she shivered in trepidation. “However,” Sue continued in a softer, calmer tone. “I have more or less resigned myself to the notion that getting myself neutered is pretty much unavoidable at this point. The pull at the apex of my vulva feels pretty strong now, but still not the uncomfortable bowstring taut sensation that causes you to think your clitoral shaft is about to tear, which you feel at the end with the declitting tube.”

“Give it a few more seconds, Sue,” the Thinker admonished cynically. “The horseshoe clamp is only halfway up the taller extraction derrick. You still have about three-quarter inches of clitoral stretching to experience. I'm looking forward to hearing how you feel then, Invisible Woman. Then I'll let you have a minute to get more accustomed to that tightly strung bow tugging on your sex organ sensation, before I begin the process of ending the tugging once and for all?” The Mad Thinker roared with laughter as the color rushed out of Susan Richards’ face.

“UUUOOOooohh!” the Invisible Woman groaned 1.5 seconds later as her face re-reddened and her thin but buxom form began to shudder on the restraint table. “AAaaahhhh! Yes, you were right you pompous ass! Now it feels like someone is playing tug-of-war with the apex of my vulva, using my clitoris for the rope! How close…?”

“The horseshoe clamp just topped out at the end of the one-and-a-half-inch-tall extraction derrick, Sue,” the Mad Thinker replied with more than a little irritation in his voice. “There is close to a half-inch of mini-penis-looking flesh above the upper edge of the clamp. So I’m a pompous ass now, am I, Sue?”

“Sorry!” Sue Richards squeaked nervously as she struggled to get used to the strange tension at the apex of her vulva. “NO! What am I saying? Look, Mad Thinker, it’s damn cruel of you to be declitting me in the first place. To rub my face into the fact that you’re momentarily about to murder my sex life is just plain mean and uncouth. Can’t we do this ‘superheroine about to be taught what happens to her when she’s caught by the bad guy’ scene in a civilized manner?”

“You holier than thou, biiii…!” the Thinker began to hiss and then closed his mouth. The brainy criminal slob pulled one of the circular rod/tubes out of the back of the body of the FGC clamp device with his right hand while he continued to press the device firmly into the Invisible Woman’s vulva with his left hand, and acknowledged in a calm even voice, “No. I’m sorry, Sue. You’ve actually been quite pleasant to me despite the rape earlier and the punishment I’m preparing to mete out to you. I’ll try not to tease you quite so much, or at least not in such an ill-mannered way. Do, let us continue to exchange information regarding what I and the clit clipper are doing to you, and what that doing feels like to you and what you are thinking and feeling emotionally as it is done.”

“Okay,” Susan Richards replied softly in a quivering voice as she continued to shiver atop the restraint table as her mind focused on the discomfort at the apex of her vulva. “What are you going to do with that?” the smoking hot blonde asked as she noticed the Mad Thinker push a short, small diameter, round rubber rod forward.

“The extraction of much of your clitoral shaft may very well have caused the rim of your clitoral cavity to tent up slightly,” the Mad Thinker explained matter-of-factly as he began pushing the end of the rubber rod downward through the clitoral portal around the margins of the tightly stretched clitoral shaft projecting upward through the portal. “I’m pressing around the margins of your clit shaft to push any other flesh out of the path of the spring-loaded razorblade.”

“The blade is set in a very shallow circular depression in the bottom of the clit clipper,” the probability freak continued in a calm voice, “and there is a slight rim around the upper half of that circular depression to, in addition to the sight upward hollow you may have noticed form a half circle bulge around the clitoral port on the upper surface of the device, protect the clitoral hood when the blade release is activated. Basically, we’re trying to prevent damage to the vulva roof as well as the hood. There, I think that should prevent any surface bleeding problems.”

After returning the rubber rod to its socket in the Richards’ FGC clamp, the Thinker noted, “The stretching we just finished putting your clitoral shaft through, Invisible Woman, will have created greater tension on that portion of the shaft that was extracted. As the seconds go by, that tension should slowly be distributed inward to be shared by all of your clitoral tissue. As this redistribution of tension occurs, the discomfort the stretching is causing you may diminish a bit, Sue.”

“Yes, I think you’re right, Thinker,” Sue chirped softly with a hint of a sheepish grin on her face. “I thought I was just beginning to get used to the tautness, but yours is a better explanation. Look…I have to ask…maybe even beg…one last time. Can we please not do this? Just let me go…and I’ll be so very grateful. Just let me go…and…I swear…I’ll never mention the rape…to my husband…or anyone else. I swear!”

“Oh, I believe you, Invisible Woman,” the Mad Thinker replied truthfully and then shrugged. “However, I really must have my revenge for all of those confidence crushing defeats you and your friends managed to put me through, despite the improbability of those defeats occurring. On that sour note, I think I’ll turn the clit clipper on. When I do, just to be clear, I won’t be triggering the spring-loaded blade that will neuter you, Sue. You will! You will when the orgasm inducers Mister Fantastic built into the Richards’ FGC clamp force a very final climax on you, Invisible Woman!” The master of calculations tapped the activator button on the right rear corner of the device he continued to press firmly over the Fantasic Four’s female member’s vulva.

“AAaaooohh!” the Invisible Woman gasped softly as an intense pleasurable sensation immediately began to build in her pleasure button. “CRAP! That feels soooo good! The orgasm inducers must be set for full intensity as soon as their activated. Why can’t my husband build something half wrong?”

“Because Mister Fantastic takes great pride in his work, Sue,” the Mad Thinker chortled softly. “It may interest you to know that even the lower, open horseshoe clamp’s orgasmatron emitters are radiating pleasure into your clitoral shaft. I calculate there is a 32.46 percent probability that you will climax in less than one minute, Invisible Woman. Then there will be a fifteen second delay to allow you to enjoy that final climax, before the spring-loaded razorblade is released to flash through your tender clitoral shaft.”

“If I…can…stave off…climax…for…three…minutes…will you…release me…unharmed…Thinker?” Susan Richards managed to stutter as she fought to resist the pleasant glow growing in her loins.

“There is only a 3.76 percent probability that you will be able to resist forced orgasm for longer than three minutes, Sue,” the Thinker replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “As you’ve nothing to offer me that would tempt me to make such a wager with you…even with the probabilities stacked heavily in my favor…the answer is no deal, Invisible Woman.”

“Besides,” the Mad Thinker observed gleefully as he watched the Invisible Woman squirm on the restraint table with a frown on her face and her eyes tightly closed as she desperately sought to stave off climax, “it’s going to be interesting to hear that audible SNAP you described as the shaft of your clitoris below the cut flashes back into the clitoral cavity. While I think you’re exaggerating the elastic nature of your precious sex organ, Sue, you should know that the upper horseshoe clamp will be opened a microsecond after the razorblade spring is released. Your stretched clitoral shaft above the cut point will snap forward toward your clitoral glans, perhaps propelling your severed sex organ a bit outward from your body. If I’m able, I’ll snatch it out of mid air.”

The Invisible Woman moaned softly and pulled on her restrained limbs as she sought desperately to ignore the intensely pleasant glow growing at the apex of her legs. Sue had to stave off forced climax for as long as she could, even though logic told her the effort would, in the end, be fruitless. Regardless of how long she held out, the Mad Thinker would have his desire to see her sexually neutered fulfilled. Pride demanded she prove just how strong her will to remain whole could be.

“One minute fifteen seconds!” the Thinker announced with a grin on his face as he stared down at the writhing blonde superheroine and pressed firmly downward to keep the clit clipper in place over the Invisible Woman’s vulva. “Well done, Sue. There is a 61.04 percent probability that you won’t make it to the two minute mark, though.”

“OOOUuuuuhh!” Susan Richards groaned softly as her tightly stretched clitoris continued to soak up the orgasmatron radiation being emitted by the eight orgasm inducers surrounding her trapped sex organ. Sue moaned as the glow at the apex of her legs threatened to drown her desire to resist climax. The matriarch of the Fantastic Four knew full well she was fighting an unwinnable battle. The sultry vivacious blonde bombshell would soon have to surrender to sweet ecstasy.

“Two minutes ten seconds, Sue,” the Mad Thinker whispered huskily a short time later as he pressed down on the quaking MILF’s pelvis. “You are one hell of a woman, Mrs. Richards. Still, there is a 96.24 percent probability that you will accept forced climax by the three minute mark. Your face is very red, Sue, and you’ve been holding your breath for long stretches as you shiver and shake on that restraint table. I think I should have accepted your bet, and agreed to use the breast ripper on you when you don’t reach the three minute mark. Do you still want to make that bet…to have a chance to save your sex life, Invisible Woman?”

“UUuuuuuhhhh!” the Invisible Woman moaned as she tried to ignore the orgasmic explosion building in her loins. Sue knew she was about to climax. Could she hold herself together for another thirty seconds? “Eeeerrrrggghhh!” Susan Richards gasped as she shook her head negatively. Climax was imminent! Sue couldn’t chance the breast ripper! The smoking hot blonde sucked in a lungful of air and held her breath as she tried to fight against the impending orgasm for just a bit longer.

“Three minutes five seconds!” the Thinker soon called out with obvious disbelief as he grinned down at his squirming victim before lying. “I don’t think I would have accepted the bet anyhow, Sue. Get ready for your comeuppance, Invisible Woman. There is a 99.01 percent probability that you will be forced climaxed during the next fifty seconds. You’ve done well, my favorite MILF, but I’m going to have my gram of flesh in the end. Cum for me, Invisible Woman!”

“NnnnnoooooooOOOhhh!” Susan Richards gasped as she was forced to breathe out. The glow radiating from her privates felt SO very nice. Sue sucked in another lungful of air and again held her breath, and concentrated on the pleasure bathing her loins and threatening to swallow her id. The Invisible Woman’s mind was too numb to think about the Mad Thinker’s threats and demands. The feminine member of the Fantastic Four stilled as she pushed back one more time against the forced orgasm that would end her sex life.

“OHHHHhhhhaaahhh! AAAAHHHUUuuuhhhhh! UUHHhhhhuuuuuHHHhhhh!” the Invisible Woman triple sighed as her universe was shattered by an explosion of ecstasy! Susan Richards grinned with intense satisfaction as her loins burned with mind boggling sexual pleasure. The throbbing orgasm was wonderful, perhaps the most gratifying climax Sue had ever experienced. Wave after wave of joy flooded from blonde superheroine’s tautly stretched sex organ to muddle and befuddle her mind as time seemed to stand still and each second became an eternity.

‘The clit clipper!’ flashed through the Invisible Woman’s mind, despite the tsunami of ecstasy threatening to drown her id, as she sensed the Mad Thinker squat downward and stare intently at her vulva while he continued to hold the Richards’ FGC clamp firmly in place over her sexual center. “AAAAhhhhaaahh! OOoooohhh! OHHHhyyeeesss!” Susan Richards sighed in ongoing climax as she sought to sight the pudgy, shaggy haired villain peering between her legs and concern began to form in her widened blue eyes. ‘Fifteen seconds…how long since the pleasure dam broke?’ the matriarch of the Fantastic Four wondered through the muddle of mind numbing pleasure.

“OOOOhhhhhh! AHHHHhhhh! Pfffpp! SNAP! EEIIIIAAAARRRRRGGGGGgggghhhhh!” rang out from above the Mad Thinker, first from the Invisible Woman’s mouth as she began her third triple sigh of pleasure, then from the clit clipper followed by the blonde MILF’s vulva, and finally again from Susan Richard’s throat as she screamed in agony. The portly pundit of probability had yanked the triggered and unclamped clit clipper away from the Invisible Woman’s vulva at the first sound of her strident bellow, and was now trying to use his cupped right hand to snatch the dropping severed sex organ, which had popped outward from the apex of the gorgeous blonde superheroine’s vulva, out of the air. Making a perfect catch, the Thinker roared with jubilation.

“EEEeeiiiiieeeeehhhh!” the Invisible Woman screamed again as the agony caused by the amputation of her sexual center crashed through her brain and then began to meld with the ecstasy of orgasm. “OOOoooHHHHhhh! FUUuuuuccckkk! UUUhhhhhhhuuhhhh!” exploded from Susan Richards’ throat as her crotch burned with a mixture of intense pain and potent pleasure, and she found herself reminded of the Scarlet Witch’s theory that it was often difficult to tell the two dichotomous sensations, carried to the brain by their shared nervous system, apart. ‘Wanda is right!’ washed through Sue’s brain as she bathed herself in the unique sensations threatening to drown her soul.

The Mad Thinker, confused by the sounds above him, stopped cheering and pulled the Richards’ FGC clamp’s second accessory out of the back of its ‘hull’ as the Invisible Woman sighed, “UUuuhhh! OOOOhhh! NOOoooo!” Despite the final drawn out word, the sighs seemed to mostly be the sound of pleasure. Staring into the open barrel of the very small diameter ceramic tube, the robotics expert could see the yellowish-red glow of extremely hot coils of metal inside the barrel of the tube’s ceramic non-heat-conducting outer surface, about one-fourth inch back from the open barrel. Glancing to the back of the tube, he could see that the basal push-pull plunger fit inside the ceramic shell.

“Ooooohhhh! AAahhhh! OhhhGodNoooo!” gasped the Invisible Woman as the waves of pleasure began to weaken. Sue, fully aware that she had been declitted, began to sob in sorrow and pain.

The Thinker stared at the open cavity below Susan Richards’ clitoral hood, noting it was leaking a rivulet of blood, before pushing the open end of the small diameter tube against the opening of the newly created orifice. The computer geek pushed hard, and the tube slid into the narrow opening. The forward progress was halted by blockage of the cavity about three-fourths of an inch inside, and the Mad Thinker called out, “Steel yourself, Sue! I’m going to cauterize your wound and destroy another fraction of an inch of clitoral nerves. I expect this might hurt just a touch!” The mathematically minded sadist pushed the plunger firmly inward, and chuckled heartily at the resulting sizzling sound.

“EEEEIIiiiiiGGGHHH!” screeched the Invisible Woman as the sensation of a catheter in her vulva was replaced by intensified agony where her clitoris used to protrude, finally putting an end to her final climax. Sue gagged at the soft sound of frying flesh over which she heard the Mad Thinker count, “One…two…three…four…five! That should do it!” Through blurry eyes that were sending a torrent of tears down her comely face, Susan Richards watched the gloating Thinker straighten upwards and shove a tube into the back of the clit clipper and turn the device off. Sue bawled even harder as she watched thin wisps of smoke rise from the apex of the crotch hidden below the curvature of her body.

“You, BASTARD, Mad Thinker,” the Invisible Woman roared in rage, suddenly forgetting the agony radiating from her loins as adrenalin flooded her circulatory system, while she locked eyes with the unkempt villain wearing a jubilant grin on his gloating face. “You declitted me! You’ve destroyed my sex life! Show me my severed clitoris, you unscrupulous monster!”

“Yes, I’ve clipped you, Invisible Woman,” The Mad Thinker replied with obvious satisfaction. “I’ve made you pay for all those defeats you helped your teammates heap upon me by taking my gram of flesh from you. The most precious gram of flesh you had, Mrs. Richards, and I did it with your husband’s invention. Here it is right here, Sue,” the portly shaggy-haired villain announced as he opened his right hand to show the weeping blonde superheroine her amputated clitoris.

Susan Richards stared with disgust at the nearly inch-long severed girl penis in the Mad Thinker’s hand, and asked in a cracking voice, “Now that you’ve traumatized me to get that, what will you do with it? Are you going to send it home with me so that my husband can see the full measure of what you’ve done to me, Thinker, as you said you planned to do? Are you going to sell it to Van Dyne Enterprises so they can turn it into the core of a memento necklace pendent? They’ll probably pay you a grand for it, or maybe even ten times that if a recording of what happened here tonight does turn up and circumstances remain as they are, and that nub of flesh remains unique; they’ll sell the resulting heirloom for ten times more, of course,” the Invisible Woman asserted decreasing her actual monetary estimates by a factor of ten.

“You said you’d like that, didn’t you, Sue?” the Thinker queried softly with a thoughtful look on his face. “Van Dyne Enterprises is owned by your friend, the Wasp, isn’t it? I’m sure Janet Van Dyne would see to it that you and your husband are offered the chance to purchase the unique jewelry for yourselves before it is made available to the public. It would become YOUR family’s heirloom, Invisible Woman. My intention was to destroy your clit, Mrs. Richards, not merely disconnect it from your pussy. I have a better idea. Before I tell you what my idea is, I want you to tell me what it felt like when I used the clit clipper on you. I want you to tell me how you’re feeling about your clitless status now, Invisible Woman.”

Susan Richards gasped softly as she tried to regain her composure, hardly believing the cruel villain wanted to continue their sordid play-by-play. Still, Sue did need to continue to control the aftermath of her brutal comeuppance as best she could. “I felt helpless as I tried to avoid having the fatal climax forced upon me,” the Invisible Woman admitted with a reddening face in a cracking voice as she frowned at the Mad Thinker. “When I lost the battle with my libido, I was forced to enjoy one of the juiciest orgasms I’ve ever experience. Fifteen seconds later, that fun was interrupted with the excruciating white-hot poker sensation I mentioned earlier this evening. It was worse than advertised at first, but then the agony melded with the ecstasy and the sensation was…well interesting if not pleasant. I now feel debased, disheartened, dismayed, morally crushed, physically broken, and angry as hell at you, Mad Thinker. How do you feel about what you’ve done?”

“Extremely satisfied and eager to hurt the Fantastic Four again in a similar way by giving the Thing’s main squeeze, Alicia Masters, the same treatment you just got, if her stepfather, my erstwhile partner in crime, the Puppet Master, doesn’t object,” the Mad Thinker replied matter-of-factly as he grinned malevolently at the Invisible Woman and walked around the restraining table to stand behind Sue’s head. “Then I’ll find out who the Human Torch is sweet on and clip her as well. Now, about your severed clitoris, Invisible Woman, open your mouth. I’m going to make you obliterate your sex life by eating what’s left of it!”

“NEVER!” the Invisible Woman hissed angrily as disgust filled her face.

“Open up…or I’ll use the breast ripper on you, Sue,” the Thinker growled as he tossed the clit clipper into the instrument table’s drawer and pushed the drawer shut. “If you cooperate, I promise I’m done hurting you. If you don’t cooperate, I assure you I’ll do as I threatened.”

“NO!” Susan Richards barked as she shook her head, before suddenly exclaiming, “Wait! I’ve changed my mind. I’ll let you make me chew my own severed clitoris if you don’t hurt me anymore, AND if you’ll promise to leave Alicia alone.”

“Why would you think you could talk me out of clipping the Masters girl,” the Mad Thinker asked gruffly as he glared at the Invisible Woman, “if you couldn’t talk me out of clipping you, Sue, my favorite MILF? Settle for my promise that I’m done hurting you and open up your mouth.”

The Invisible Woman yanked on her bonds with rage on her face before finally shrugging her shoulders, and replying softly, “Okay. I’ll let you debase me even further to avoid any additional damage to myself, and hope we’re able to protect Alicia from you. Feed me!”

As the Mad Thinker watched the Invisible Woman open her mouth so that he could put her severed clitoris in it, he roared with laughter. “Don’t ever say that I don’t treat my dates well, Mrs. Richards. I even provided your dinner!” Without further ado the portly prince of probability calculations popped the Invisible Woman’s amputated clitoris into her mouth. As he watched the smoking hot superheroine chew, evidently with relish, he tapped on the computer terminal below her head, before asking, “How do you taste, Sue?”

“Like lobster, this part of me at least, Mad Thinker,” the Invisible Woman replied after swallowing. As she watched the robotic arm to her left, now equipped with a hypodermic syringe module, rise up and the module’s needle moved slowly towards her neck, Sue added as she grinned at the perplexed looking math wizard, “The clit candy would have tasted better served chilled after being after being mixed with just a little olive oil and spices.”

“However, one shouldn’t expect too much, even from a tiny morsel of very rare flesh,” Sue observed as she grimaced as the needle poked into her neck and began injecting a powerful sedative, “that no doubt, due to its uniqueness, would have sold to some very rich superheroine memento collector for nine figures on eBay…unless, of course, I get lucky and hit the jackpot with that 4.37 percent probability you mentioned, making it not so unique, Mad Thinker.” Perhaps due to the sedatives entering her bloodstream, but more likely due to the astonishment and chagrin on the criminal mastermind’s face, Sue was giggling with a silly look on her face as agony-filled reality faded into the darkness of unconsciousness.

The End?

The Scarlet Witch gang raped by the Red Skull and his henchmen. The Wasp beat down and gangbanged by the Brutal Rape Club (with the help of several so called heroes). The Invisible Woman raped and maimed by the Mad Thinker. Can things get any worse? Of course they can! The American legal system turns against the costumed vigilante community when the Invisible Woman returns in ‘The Invisible Woman Gets Clipped—An Unhappy Ending’.

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