Doctor Doom Does Not Reveal Her...For Now

"Let me cook!" Moonstone said. "This is the honeymoon phase of the relationship! I need to draw her into a deeper emotional dependency. Then I can fake my ****, and it'll destroy her emotionally. I can frame Richards for it, and her husband won't be able to deny that is wife is a cheating, pussy-licking superdyke!"

Doctor Doom's hologram was still. That terrible mind processed Karla Sofen's impromptu plan like a three-dimensional puzzle, testing each possible rotation before making a single move. Finally, his sonorous voice spoke again.

"Very well. You will have time. And I will prepare your...untimely demise. For the appropriate moment," he said.

The hologram vanished.

Moonstone's body was tense. She acknowledged the implicit threat in Doom's statement. Her ****, real or fake, would serve his purposes either way.

The smartphone beeped. Moonstone stared down at a pink slit surrounded by damp golden curls. It looked yummy.

The villain's heart was heavy. As fond as she had grown of the Invisible Woman, as much as she enjoyed this illicit affair, Doom scared her more. She tapped away, mind only have on her flirtatious sexting. Thinking instead how she was going to arrange her own ****, and frame Mister Fantastic for it.

"You know what would be hot," Karla said during their next rendezvous. "Eating you out in the Baxter Building."

Sue Storm, who had become accustomed to having sex with Karla in any number of places where they might be caught, stiffened.

"That's...not possible. There are sensors everywhere. Reed designed that system specifically to keep people out. To keep us safe. And my family is there. We'd be found out in an instant."

Karla raised an eyebrow.

"Really? Absolutely no way for someone to get in? There must be some exceptions...some little loophole we can exploit. Think how hot it would be, getting eaten out in your own bed, your husband no more the wiser. How much harder your cheating cunt will cum..."

Sue Storm quivered slightly. Karla saw her mouth the words. Weeks of such liaisons had let her sink the conditioning deep into the Invisible Woman's brain. The heroine recovered herself a little, and bit her lower lip.

"I guess...there is one way," she said, hesitantly.