Displeased; Dr. Stone Wants To Focus on Sue's Need To Hide

Sue Storm wore her new costume beneath her civilian clothes. Dr. Stone took in the high collar, the long sleeves that extended over the hands. For someone who didn't look close, it might look like someone wearing their exercise clothes under their normal day clothes. Yet Dr. Stone knew better. She knew what Sue Storm was trying to hide.

"Does it embarrass you?" Dr. Stone asked. "The marks from the rope. It's been a week. They must have healed."

"Mostly," Sue admitted. "And it's not that I'm embarrassed, I just...don't want to show them."

"Why?" the doctor's voice was casual, but her gaze was piercing.

"I...I just don't want anyone to ask questions. How I got them. It would be difficult to explain," she said.

"Would it?" Dr. Stone asked. "It seems simple. You were tied up. How difficult is that?"

Sue's cheeks began to burn.

"It's not just that, and you know it," the Invisible Woman said.

"I know," Dr. Stone said. "That you're hiding. That you're afraid. Turn your clothes invisible."

Sue Storm blinked. "What?"

"It's only the two of us. There's no one else here. We both know what happened last week," Dr. Stone gestured at Sue. "So why are you afraid to show me?"

"It's just...I don't..." Sue protested.

Dr. Stone stood up and took off her top. She let it fall to the floor. Kicked off her heels. Pulled down her skirt. Sue Storm watched, not sure what else she was supposed to do, as panties and bra followed. The heroine stared at the naked psychiatrist before her, the woman unafraid to be...visible.

"When you were pregnant," Dr. Stone said. "Did you ever do a nude pregnancy shoot?"

"No," Sue said.

"Why not?" Dr. Stone stepped forward. She raised one leg and planted her foot on the arm of Sue Storm's chair. She leaned forward, and Sue sank into the seat back, as Dr. Stone's pussy was pushed into her face. The heroine didn't even notice Dr. Stone's eyes glowing, the gravimetric pulse making the Invisible Woman's brain suggestive and pliable.

"If I was pregnant," Dr. Stone said. "I would flaunt it. Look at how fertile I am. Look at me, I fucked. Don't you want people to know you had sex?"

"No," Sue's voice was soft, a whisper. Dr. Stone's labia were a centimeter from her lips. The smell filled the heroine's head.

"Wrong answer," Dr. Stone said.