Dr. Stone Suggests Sue Express Interest In Alicia's Piercings

"...and I just...I could see everything," Sue Storm said. "And I can't undo it, can't unsee it. What do I do?"

"Well, tell me this," Dr. Stone said, leaning back in her chair. She was wearing a golden, shimmery blouse today that hung rather low on her, and Sue was doing her best not to stare at the bit of cleavage revealed. "Do you feel guilty?"

"Of course I do!" the Invisible Woman said.

"Really?" Dr. Stone tilted her head, and her rimless glasses became twin circles of fire, as if her eyes were glowing. "Because you don't sound guilty."

"I... don't?" Sue blinked, suddenly slightly dizzy. She could not feel the gravimetric pulse that Moonstone had sent out, but the heroine could feel the effects. Like that time she had accidentally finished off an entire bottle of peppermint schnapps by herself.

"You aren't guilty about seeing her naked," Dr. Stone said to the suggestible heroine. Doom's implants buzzed maddeningly in the villain's skull, directing the alien gravity-manipulating powers in ways counter to how Moonstone normally used them. It set her teeth on edge, and the synaptic seepage was painful. Yet she persevered. In a few minutes, she could achieve effects that months of therapy could not. "You sound interested."

"Interested?" Sue repeated, her brain accepting and rationalizing the words. She wouldn' respond to commands, but suggestions, ideas...these sank into Sue's brain like mammoths into a tarpit.

"The piercings. What they feel like. How and when she got them. Perhaps you could ask her about that. If you interested in such piercings yourself, why—Alicia would be the natural person to ask, wouldn't she?" Dr. Stone felt the warm ooze of blood from her left nostril. Her eyes remained fixed on Sue Storm. Those blue eyes were blinking rapidly, processing each word.

"Yes," Sue said. "If I—was—interested, I could ask her—"

"And you are interested, aren't you?" Dr. Stone said. "That's why you were staring. It gives you an excited tingle, doesn't it? The thought of such a naughty secret, hidden from the prying eyes of the world. Why, you're almost jealous of Alicia—"

"Jealous," Sue repeated, stronger now. That was when Moonstone knew she had her.

"Just think about it," Dr. Stone said. "The weight of the rings, ever present. A constant stimulation. I bet your slit gets wet just thinking about it."

They repeated it a few more times, just for safety, until Moonstone could no longer think straight. When Sue Storm suddenly blinked, the last few minutes a blur, she found Dr. Stone holding a handkerchief to her face, trying to stem a massive nosebleed.

"That does it!" Sue Storm said with concern, taking out her smartphone. "I'm buying you a humidifier for this office, right this minute!"

Dr. Stone grinned.

"Oh, if you insist," Moonstone said. The humidifier would make it more difficult to hide her manipulations, but as long as Sue acted on them—that was acceptable.