Dr. Stone Subtly Encourages Sue's Use

"Well, of course, I can prescribe you some more pills," Dr. Stone said. Her head tilted, and a golden aura seemed to surround the psychiatrist's head. Immediately, Sue Storm seemed to calm down. "You just want to be a little careful how you use them. Don't stop, but you don't want people to think you're addicted."

"...addicted," the blonde heroine said.

"It would be bad if a heroine like yourself was hooked on ****," Dr. Stone insisted.

"...hooked on ****," Sue Storm repeated.

"No matter how good they make you feel," Dr. Stone's eyes began to glow, though Sue was past the point of noticing.

"...good," Sue felt a warm bloom of heat between her legs, her sore pussy squeezing tight.

"Of course, if you were really addicted, just touching yourself wouldn't be enough," Dr. Stone's voice was calm, but a drop of blood began to ooze down from her left nostril, curving over her lip.

Sue said nothing, her mind caught between the **** and Moonstone's gravitic manipulations.

"You'll need more to get the same high," Dr. Stone said, and now blood began to ooze from her right nostril. "Take more. Play with yourself harder. And when that's not enough..."

"Not...enough?" Sue's voice held a strange, querulous note.

"What will you do?" Dr. Stone's lips curled into a bloody sneer. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Who will you do?"

"Who..." Sue Storm repeated.

Dr. Stone went through the process several times. Just to make sure the compulsion sank in deep.

Sue Storm left the office with a new bottle of pills in her purse. There was a spring in her step. Her pussy still ached, but pleasantly so. As if preparing itself for further use. The heroine could hardy believe how much energy she had, how receptive Dr. Stone was when Sue told her how much she needed a renewal on her prescription.

It was good to know people who would recognize your needs. Sue wasn't sure what she would do without Dr. Stone. Or what—or who—she would do if she hadn't got them.

The Invisible Woman laughed to herself. She almost sounded like an addict.