H.E.R.B.I.E. Uses A Mental Programming Device To Control Sue Storms's Urges

Sue Storm could barely keep her hands from herself as H.E.R.B.I.E. led her deeper into Reed's lab. Her husband's laboratory reflected his mind; oddly compartmentalized, arranged according to a logic that only made sense to himself. This section of the lab, set apart from the others by temporary walls in a modular fashion, consisted of a chair that looked, at first glance, oddly like an old-fashioned hair dryer chair, with a mechanical arm that rose from the back to a chrome bucket over the seat.

Only there were straps on the arms and legs of the padded chair, and the mechanical arm crawled with metal cables and wires and blinked with indicator lights.

"Reed Richards has been reverse-engineering and adapting elements of mental manipulation and imaging technology from several sources, including the Psycho-Man's emotional control devices, in an effort to find a cure for many common forms of mental illness," the small robot said, as Sue sat in the chair. Her fingers gripped the arms of the chair as the restraints slid into place. "While the device is not yet ready for such application, I believe I can use it to alleviate your current psychological distress."

"Hurry," Sue said, as her pussy pulsed. She could barely control herself. The Invisible Woman had never felt such a strong sexual urge before. She wanted to make love. No, she wanted sex. Fucked. Bred. Her hips gyrated in her seat as the ankle restraints snapped into place, and the metal dome lowered to cover her head, so that the small robot disappeared from her sight.

In the darkness, Sue Storm's libido raged. She swore she could feel her ovaries pulse, which shouldn't have been possible. The Invisible Woman ground her teeth as she fought the urge to use her invisible **** fields to pierce her pussy to the cor—

The needle slipped into the back of Sue Storm's neck, just below the hairline. A pinprick, that broaded until it felt as thick as a heavy sewing needle, terribly cold and deep.

She felt the chair hum and vibrate slightly. In the darkness, lights seemed to explode in odd shapes and patterns. It was like when Sue closed her eyes at in absolute darkness, to watch the strange patterns generated by her brain, then opened them again and found she couldn't see any difference. The heroine had no idea how Reed's machine worked. When the Psycho-Man used his device, the effect was instantaneous and yet utterly natural in all except intensity.

Fear. Doubt. Hate. Sue sat on edge, her entire body tense, unsure what to expect.

Then, without any action or effort on Sue Storm's part, the tension drained from her body. The patterns in her vision resolved into a field of almost perfectly still midnight blue. The heroine breathed. Found herself focused on her breathing. In and out. The unnatural heat in her body was still there; but it was as if it simmered beneath a surface. Sue Storm felt as calm and still as a mountain lake, even though her pussy boiled with urgent need, she felt no wish to actually resolve the situation. If anything, she felt a slight pleasure grow within her at this aspect of denial.

Sue felt a weird peace engulf of her, even as the biological fever-heat of her transformed reproductive system made demands, her icy mind easily ignored them. She breathed a sigh of relief as the needle retracted, and the metal cone rose. The Invisible Woman opened her eyes and smiled at H.E.R.B.I.E. Once again, she was in control, even if she could still feel the terrible biological urges within her body, none of them actually touched her mind.

"Thank you H.E.R.B.I.E.," she said, as the restraints retracted. "That's much better."

"Mrs. Richards. I must inform you that this is an imperfect technology. There are still limitations, possible side effects, that you should be aware of," the small robot said.

"Yes?" Sue sais, as she stepped out of the chair, calm and collected despite the heat that raged in her body.