Dr. Stone Suggests Hypnosis To Make The Onahole Seem More Real

"I know you're uneasy about hypnosis," Dr. Stone said. "But in cases like this where there's a mental block—it could help."

Sue Storm sat in the chair. Her frustration was evident, even now. It was all she could do to avoid rubbing her thighs together in front of the psychiatrist. She winced at the need that burned inside of her. Yet Sue was hesitant.

"I've had bad experiences with mind control," Sue said.

"This isn't mind control," Dr. Stone insisted. "It cannot make you do anything you don't want to do. Think of it as a creative exercise. I way for you to help focus and align your imagination and your desires."

Sue's jaw worked. It was a question of trust. And despite her frustration, Sue realized she did trust Dr. Stone. The psychiatrist had exposed the depths of her sexual frustration, had tried to help Sue deal with it—and despite the distrust Sue had developed over years of adventuring, she was wise enough to accept help when it was offered honestly.

"What do I do?" Sue asked.

Which was how, a few minutes later, Sue Storm found herself staring at another onahole, modeled after Dr. Stone's pussy. Just like the one at home.

"Let your mind relax," Dr. Stone said, her tone calm, steady. "Focus on what is behind you. Breath in...slowly, deeply. Hold it for a moment. Taste it. Then exhale."

The Invisible Woman did as she was bid. The smell of medical-grade silicone filled her head—and something else. Maybe it was just her imagination. A warm, organic scent, slightly musky and slightly fishy, but not unpleasant. Sue breathed in deeper this time, Dr. Stone's words pouring past her, hearing them without really listening.

"...it's a real pussy. A real pussy. You can see it can't you? Every little fold, the gentle warmth of the labia, the little veins beneath the skin, how it quivers, waiting, needing your touch..."

Sue Storm's eyes unfocused. The scent filled her mind. She could not see Dr. Stone's glowing eyes. Or the psychiatrist pull her panties down and hike up her skirt. The heroine was slumped in her chair, blue eyes blinked slowly as Dr. Stone pulled the onahole from Sue's unresisting hands and levitated in front of her, the very real, very warm and wet pussy less than an inch from Sue's face.

"Lick it," Moonstone said, her voice tense with concentration. "Lick that beautiful cunt. It's so warm and wet for you...it turns you on so much..."

The Invisible Woman's mouth opened. Karla's lips twitched as she floated forward, pushing her pussy into Sue's face.