"Wait! I can help you..."

Malice sneered. Her blue eyes flashed. She stared into Karla Sofen's eyes as the invisible strap-on grew spikes. Even with her superhuman durability, Moonstone's face became a mask of pain as two dozen points pushed against her sensitive vaginal walls. One move could shred the villain from inside out.

"Do I look like I need help!?" Malice said.

"Your personality is only temporarily dominant," Karla said.

That brought a pause. Just a bit of breathing room. Karla pushed for it.

"My implants let me focus my gravimetric pulses to suppress someone's inhibitions and push them into a suggestible state," she said. "Combined with hypnosis and therapy, they're capable of guiding an individual toward changing their behavior, sometimes substantially, but they can't rewrite a personality. I may have triggered some dormant personality or memories, but the effect isn't permanent."

Malice frowned. She studied Karla's eyes, her body language. The villain's nipples were hard, sweat dripped from every pore, the golden hair plastered against her forehead. Pussy juice dripped down the invisible length of the spiked strap-on, and her muscles quivered in their invisible bonds.

"You're lying," Malice said, but her voice wasn't certain.

"I can help manage your personality integration," Karla said. "I can cover for you if your personality shift becomes noticeable. We can call it a symptom of the therapy. Put the onus on me."

The former superheroine seemed to consider this.

"And in exchange?" she said.

"My life," Karla swallowed. "And...don't break my pussy."

The icy blue eyes held Karla's for several moments. Moonstone's chest grew tight. She had looked into the eyes of sociopaths who had a flat, emotionless stare. Yet this Malice, this dormant self that Sue Storm had repressed, was no sociopath. No, she was empathetic. She knew exactly how much pain she could cause Karla...and that excited her, inflamed her lust.

She was a sadist of an order that Karla had never dealt with before.

Then, without a thought, all the invisible force fields vanished. Karla hit the desk and bounced off onto the floor. Malice's foot was planted firmly on her neck.

"Alright, Karla," she said. "I'll give you your life and leave your pussy intact. But you and your cunt belong to me. You're my exclusive fuckpet. I can use your holes when I want, how I want, and no one else gets access. You want a gynecologist exam, you beg for permission like a dog. Understand?"

"Yes! Yes!" Karla said, barely repressing a whimper. It galled her to be this submissive, this subordinate, but she knew she had no choice. Her major fear right now was what Malice would do to her.

Her other, slightly more distant, fear was what Doctor Doom would do to her when he found out.