H.E.R.B.I.E. Provides Sue Storm With Sexual Satisfaction

Who can say how the mind of a genius works? What seems like madness and impossibility to those of normal intellect are plainly rational to those whose minds reach cosmic levels of thought. Reed Richards, who had fathomed aspects of physics that most could not dream of, had planned for contingencies he had never told his wife of. Provided H.E.R.B.I.E. with capabilities that the Invisible Woman was entirely ignorant of.

Under H.E.R.B.I.E.'s direction, Sue Storm was guided to a part of Reed's lab that she had never visited. A small, closet-like room, hidden behind a false panel. Barely large enough for the chair.

It looked like a gynaecologist's chair, but there was a hole in the seat. The naked, horny heroine seated herself on the padded cusion. She felt the restraints lock in place on her limbs. The chair leaned back, her legs spread.

"H.E.R.B.I.E.?" Sue said anxiously, unable to touch her needy cunt. A sudden wave of claustrophobia surrounded her as the walls seemed to close in. "What is this? What's going on?"

"One moment, Mrs. Richards," H.E.R.B.I.E. said as the small robot lowered its torso into a receptacle on the floor. "I am installing the upgrade Mr. Richards prepared for this contingency."

Feverishly, Sue stared from beyond the confines of the small chamber, past her spread-open legs to see H.E.R.B.I.E. framed in the doorway. Except now the small robot was perched atop a pair of mechanical legs, oddly bird-like in construction, the knees pointed backwards. Between the wide tips rose a dozen inch-thick metal capables covered with transparent skin, each one tipped with a metal sphere that sparked gently.

"Running program Emergency Sexual Satiation 1.exe," H.E.R.B.I.E. intoned. Around Sue, the walls and ceiling of the small room came to life. Lurid images played across every surface. Sue's eyes widened as she recognized her own wedding night, recorded all those years ago, upscaled into high definition and playing.

"How—how the fuck?" Sue asked, to shocked for a moment ot twist against the chair's restraints.

"Mr. Richards has recorded all of your sexual activities," H.E.R.B.I.E. said. The small robot's normal body looked absurd atop the huge legs. Warm metallic tentacles played against Sue's thighs. The tiny electrical pulses made her muscles involuntarily flutter. A small nozzle opened on the robot's crotch and sprayed her pussy with a perfumed lube. "He believed the images might be comforting during the sexual satiation program."

"H.E.R.B.I.E., no!" Sue shouted, as the first bulbous tip of a tenta-cock pushed past her labia.

Yet her heart was not in it. Her new reproductive system left her too horny to resist the stimulation as H.E.R.B.I.E. began his program. Sue looked all around her, unable to shut out the images of herself, in better days, enjoying healthy sex with her husband—while the small robot pushed three or four small tenta-cocks inside of her, while the rest zpped her thighs, rubbed her clit, toyed with her asshole. Lubricant dripped from her sodden slit as H.E.R.B.I.E. loomed over her, to push the invaders deeper. They sought out her most sensitive spots, the better to stimulate them.

Within her restraints, Sue began to moan. Her body bucked and heaved, as she sought even greater stimulation.