Dimensional Warp - The Rest of the Team Faces The Threat, Leaving Sue and Karla Alone

"DIMENSIONAL WARP DETECTED. ALL MEMBERS OF THE FANTASTIC FOUR—"

The alarm blared. Sue Storm shook her head and touched a glowing wall panel.

"Reed?" she asked.

"Don't worry darling, we've got it," Mister Fantastic said. "Continue with decontamination. We'll catch up after."

The panel ceased to glow. He had hung up. Sue Storm sighed. Then she turned and smiled at Karla.

"Guess it's just us girls. Ever been decontaminated before?" Sue asked.

"No?" Karla heard the questioning in her own voice.

The villain's clothes went into a burn bag, carried off by a small robot. The quarantine airlock opened into what looked like the inside of a microwave. All smooth white surfaces, marked with small jets recessed into the floor, every wall, and the ceiling. Light was provided by buried glowing lines that shifted beneath the surface.

Sue helped Karla into the center of the room. She made the naked psychiatrist stand up, arms out, legs apart. Karla shivered, the Mandrill's pheromones still affecting her. Hot liquid ran from her pussy, down her bare thighs, and dripped onto the jet positioned directly beneath Karla on the floor. To Sue Storm, it looked like the other woman, the normally confident and dominant psychiatrist who had tried to establish herself as the domme to Sue's sub, was flushed with lust and embarrassment.

"Close your eyes," The Invisible Woman said with a grin. "This is going to be intense."

"DECONTAMINATION BEGINS IN 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . ."

What burst out of the jets wasn't water. It was yellow beams of light, microwaves, and more exotic energies. Karla nearly jumped when the burst of golden heat hit her pussy directly, but Sue's hands on her arms held the psychiatrist down.

Beams of heat and light washed over them. Sensors measured the particulate remains and adjusted the intensity. It was like getting a massage by a solar god. On her nose, her crotch, her pussy and chest, the heat increased almost to the point of pain as top layers of skin were irradiated until the biochemical contaminants were reduced to a fine ash.

The process lasted less than a minute, and then the room went dark. Karla staggered, almost collapsed in Sue's arms. Her skin felt gritty where the ash clung to it. The whole of her skin felt like she'd been sunbathing, body trying to radiate out the heat it had absorbed. The naked villain found herself leaning against the heroine, felt Sue's breasts press into her back.

Sue's hands slid down Karla's body. Moonstone shivered as Sue's fingers cupped the shaven pussy. Karla was still wet, still dripping.

"It'll take time for your body to overcome the effects of the pheromones," Sue said. "But you're safe now. Come on. Let's get a shower."

At the word "shower," one of the walls opened into a large, white, shower. The light was blinding after the darkness of the decontamination room. The wall closed behind them as they stepped inside, and Sue fiddled with the controls with invisible hands, not taking her arms off of Karla. Not letting her go.

Cold water struck them both. Swiftly warming up. It was a rainfall shower, the water coming from above. Dispensers on the wall had body wash, shampoo, conditioners. Karla was aware of that, but more importantly, she was aware of the finger that had worked its way into her dripping cunt, the way Sue Storm was plunging it in and pulling it out slowly, evenly, listening to the soft mewl that came from Karla's mouth. The psychiatrist's entire body quivered in the gasps of the woman who was supposed to be her sub.

"You know," Sue whispered. "I think I like you like this. Oh, I'm sure it's still sexy to take orders and follow you around, naked and submissive, but switching roles feels good too, doesn't it?"

"Yes," Karla said. Then her thighs quivered. Water sluiced over her, washing the ashen remains of Mandrill's pheromones away. She leaned back against Sue, twisting her head, eager mouth seeking Sue's as the Invisible Woman slid a second finger into that hungry hole.

Their lips met. Two wet, naked blondes, alone in the Baxter Building, shared a moment where the world and their positions in it were locked away. Uncaring about tomorrow. Only tonight, together.