Dr. Stone Doesn't Need To Use Her Powers - But Gives Sue A Push Anyway

Sue Stone's moan was louder, more urgent. The soft cry of a soccer mom trying to get her groove back. The naked body writhed against the rope, her dark nipples pinched and pulled away from her body, the gap in her pussy showing an invisible cock pumping faster.

Trying so hard to cum for Karla. To be a good, submissive little slut for her.

Dr. Stone rubbed her pussy lips, wetter than she thought she would be. She had primed and goaded Sue Storm to this point, had nudged and questioned her until the Invisible Woman was tied up and using her own powers to fuck herself. Karla knew that Sue didn't need another push, that the heroine was already doing her best to obey—

—but Moonstone's lips pulled into a cruel smile as golden light burned from her eyes.

Immediately, Sue's pupils dilated. This was different than before. Sue was still using her powers. The invisible cock continued to piston in and out of her pussy. Invisible fingers still pinched the dark nipples. Yet now Sue was on automatic pilot, fucking herself relentlessly without active thought. Just a machine for sex, receptive to new inputs.

"This is better," Dr. Stone said. "This is what good girls feel. Obedience is pleasure. Your pathetic husband could never give you this. Only me."

Sue Storm's blue eyes were half-lidded. Her breathing was regular, little gasps and moans of pleasure escaped her lips. Nothing like intelligible sleep. It was like she was masturbating in her sleep, barely aware of what she was doing.

"Good girl. Obedience is pleasure. Good girl. Obedience is pleasure. Good..." Karla repeated, over and over. The villain rubbed her own clit, sexual excitement building in her body as she held Sue in this state, the implants in Moonstone's skull buzzing. It was a delicate act. Doing her best to reinforce the suggestion while her own pleasure built and built. Until her voice grew hoarse and her hand's motions frantic. Hips jerking uncontrollably. Sue's own body was quivering and straining against the robe bonds, pink marks forming on the skin from constant constraint, rubbing. Pussy an angry red from the constant friction of the invisible cock.

It was all a question of who would cum first. Karla's grin turned maniacal. Maybe it was the maddening buzz of the implants, but she had an idea...something that would make this session truly memorable.