Engage Level Three?

Sue Storm's clit buzzed. Her muscles vibrated. Even her nipples shook. The heroine's brow furrowed, her whole body feeling like one enormous erogenous zone.

"Level three?" she said, her voice thick.

A soft chime echoed throughout the small chamber.

"Acknowledged. Level three: direct nerve induction. Engaged."

Something touched the base of Sue Storm's spine and the nape of her neck. There was a high-pitched electrical buzz.

Then her world went white.

Sue Storm's naked body spasmed. Her eyes began to roll in different directions as her face flickered through a dozen different emotions. Drool began to foam out of the corners of her mouth as she twitched from the pussy up, a series of full-body ripples that ended at Sue's neck, her unfocused eyes seeing nothing.

Her conscious mind had shut down. Electrical signals ripped straight through her brain, pleasure receptors artificially stimulated to a constant, all-consuming high that her biology was slowly reacting to. Her pussy dribbled continually, even as the vibrators slowly retracted, the nerve inductors more than enough to keep Sue Storm catatonic with orgasmic pleasure.

On the other side of the wall, Moonstone accessed a screen.

Sue Storm was blissed out. Her mind like putty, ready to be moulded.

"So," the villain whispered. "Let's mould you a little. Not too much. Nothing anyone else will notice. Not yet. Little by little, that's the key..."