Barely

Sue Storm had never licked a pussy before. A real one. The warmth, the scent, seemed to fill her head. Her tongue lapped at the juices that flowed freely from the sloppy slit, with all the enthusiasm of a bitch in heat. There were no more thoughts in the blonde heroine's head than in a golden retriever's. She was pure animal, a creature of instinct and desire, and all of her attention was focused on the pulsing pink pussy in front of her.

Moonstone, by contrast, was barely holding on. Maintaining her mental manipulation required concentration, which was difficult when a hot blonde bitch was digging into her cunt like it was the summer's sweetest watermelon. Worse, the longer Moonstone maintained the gravimetric pulse, the worse the buzzing of the implants became. Already her jaw ached as the vibrations rattled her skull. She tasted blood as the neural seepage burst small vessels.

But it was working, dammit. Sue Storm was lapping at her cunny with avid devotion. The sensation, the image, the smell, all of it was being imprinted on the heroine's brain. A little longer, and Sue Storm would be addicted to eating pussy.

"You love it," Karla said, as bloody tears oozed down from her eyes. "You adore it. This is what you want, what you've always wanted. Not cock. Never cock. You're a pussy-eating machine. The shape, the size, the color, the flavor. You love it..."

Sue Storm didn't respond. Her soft lips had found Karla's clit, and the villain's attempts at verbal manipulation gave way to a sound like a squirrel slowly being torn in half. The anticipation in Karla's body had risen to a fever pitch, and with a sudden, terrible awareness Moonstone knew she couldn't put off the coming climax. The pleasure continued to build dangerously, and in a moment Karla would lose all control.

She grabbed the sides of Sue Storm's head and hung on for dear life as the tongue twirled over her super-sensitive clit. Pain burst in her brain, and mingled with the exultant climaxed as Moonstone's cunt convulsed. A terrible masochistic impulse burned itself into Karla's brain as her thighs quivered uncontrollably, blood oozed from her ears, eyes rolled up in their sockets. For a moment, there was nothing but Sue's mouth and the twin implants in Karla's brain, and her nervous system in between those two points was a violin string on the verge of snapping.

The climax crested, passed. Karla pushed Sue Storm off.

"Clean up," Karla said, her head aching, light-headed from the blood loss. "Clean up, and remember what it was like. You need to remember that...whenever you...play with your toy..."

Sue Storm settled back into her chair. For a moment, her eyes closed. When she opened them again, Dr. Stone was behind her desk, wiping her face.

"S-sorry. Sudden nosebleed during the hypnosis. I think we should call the session here," the psychiatrist said, her voice shaky. Sue Storm rose in sudden concern. There was blood all down the front of the doctor's shirt.

"Doctor, this has gone far enough," Sue Storm said. "I'm ordering a humidifier and I'm not leaving until it's installed!"

Karla's protests were weak. Her legs didn't want to work right. She waited in the office, wiping at her face, head pounding until the delivery man arrived from Stark Industries. The woman technician pulled it out of the box and set it up. Within minutes, a soft fog began to pump out. Sue Storm seemed satisfied.

"I'm really concerned about you," the heroine said. "I really appreciate everything you do for me, but you're so...stressed."

"I'm fine," Karla lied. "Really. Please, let's continue this session next week. Just...remember to use your toy. Focus on relieving your own stress."

Sue Storm nodded. The onahole was in her purse. Moonstone gave a weak smile as the heroine left. Unaware of how deeply her mental manipulation had affected the Invisible Woman.