Dr. Stone Offers An Advanced Massage Device

The psychiatrist stood up from her chair. Sue Storm followed her with curiosity as she walked to the far end of the room, which was solid bookshelves—or so Sue had thought. Yet Dr. Stone pulled a book from the shelf, and an entire section of the bookcase opened and swung outward on hidden hinges, to reveal a door. At Dr. Stone's nod, Sue stood up and followed her through the door into a smaller room—barely five feet square, with subdued, recessed lighting and discreet drains in the floor. Barely large enough to accommodate a very strange chair. Almost like a gynaecologist's chair, but pudded in leather. There were some empty shelves built into the wall, but no other furnishings.

"Stark Industries is very good at discreet security technology," Dr. Stone said. "I had this room installed for complete privacy for the occupant; the door locks from the inside, it is completely soundproof, regularly swept for bugs, and self-sanitizing once the user leaves."

"Oookay," Sue Storm said. "But what is it?"

"The most advanced massage device ever built," Dr. Stone said with a smile. "With an emphasis on intimate massage. You've had difficulty getting to a massage parlor—well, this is an option I'm offering to you."

Sue Storm blinked. A slow flush came to her cheeks.

"That's—I mean that's—really?" she said. "Does it work?"

Dr. Stone smiled. "It does. Why don't you try it? I'll be out here. You can keep your communicator with you, for emergencies. If you don't like it, you can leave at any time."

Which was how, a minute later, Sue found herself in the room. The door shut and locked behind her.

Just her and the chair.

"Welcome," a soft, artificial voice came from hidden speakers in the chair. "Please disrobe and sit down."

Sue Storm's spine stiffened.

"Are you an artificial intelligence?"

"Please disrobe and sit down," the voice repeated, in exactly the same tone and cadence.

Ironically, the chair sticking to its script was more reassuring than if it had tried to argue that it was not, in fact, intelligent. Sue Storm sighed. Her life was crazy sometimes, and she couldn't help but think of the dangers if Ultron took control of the chair and decided to **** her with metallic tentacles or whatever. However, she still had her powers—a quick check, turning various parts of the chair and room invisible showed a variety of electrical and mechanical devices, but no weapons or tentacles.

With that bare reassurance, Sue Storm disrobed. A part of her couldn't believe she was doing this. Going to sit in an advanced massage chair. A glorified sex toy. It spoke to how stressed—and sexually frustrated—the Invisible Woman was that she settled herself into the comfortable cushions, feet on the padded stirrups.

"Thank you. Beginning with Level Zero stimulation." The chair spoke.

Almost immediately, a soft vibration went through the whole chair. Sue experienced a disconcerting moment as cushions began to inflate and shift beneath her, until she realized that the vibrations were targeting specific muscle groups. The chair shifted position slightly, leaning back as heavy massagers focused on her neck and spine.

Sue Storm closed her eyes. It was almost as if she was floating. The vibrations seemed to permeate her body. it wasn't erotic, but it was pleasant. Incredibly relaxing, really.

"Level Zero stimulation," the chair said. "Proceed to Level One?"

Sue's nose twitched. She wasn't sure what Level One meant, but as much as she enjoyed the deep tissue massage, it wasn't going to get her off.

"Proceed," she said, as loud and clear as she could without shouting.

So slowly that Sue almost didn't notice, the stirrups moved, to spread her legs a little wider apart. The chair shifted to raise her hips. Even as Sue lay there, utterly exposed, she wasn't prepared as panels opened and small mechanical arms that ended in black ovals arched over her body, like the legs of a tarantula.

The vibrators struck her nipples, clit, and labia simultaneously. For a moment, Sue felt a surge of panic, her body arched—and, to her surprise, the arms immediately retreated. Sue panted, heart a-flutter...but then she settled back into the chair. She watched, eyes open now, as the vibrator-tipped arms slowly lowered back into place. This time, Sue didn't jump. There was no surprise. Just a powerful stimulation to multiple erogenous zones at once.

"Level One stimulation," the chair's voice said. "Proceed to Level Two?"