I'm Going To Hell For This!

Sue Storm buried her head in her hands. Warm, wet tears ran down her face. Sobs wracked her body.

Dr. Stone froze. She had obviously pushed the Invisible Woman too far, too fast. Nor had she taken the religious angle into account. Sue Storm's faith was not something that she pressed into the faces of the masses, she did not wear a crucifix or ask for donations. It was a quiet source of strength for troubled times, a private faith for moments when her world seemed to crumble around her.

The villain sighed. She was going to have to deal with that, one way or another.

Moonstone's eyes burned as her implants buzzed into a more intense focus. The gravimetric waves that pummeled Sue Storm's brain cut off the heroine's choked sobs, and Sue slumped into an utter stupor, warm tears still leaking from her eyes.

"You are NOT going to hell, Sue Storm," Dr. Stone said with the voice of absolute conviction. "You have saved this planet multiple times over. Whatever petty sins you may imagine heaped on your plate, you have more than made up for it. If you want forgiveness, then you can go to confession, but I say to you now that after all the countless lives you've saved, the billions of people who are only alive today because of you and your actions, that you deserve some strange pussy. You've earned it."

Sue Storm said nothing. The words sank into her brain, her normal mind repressed so that she was little more than a sponge, soaking in information. Her tears still flowed, however.

"God has forgiven murderers and rapists," Dr. Stone said. "All you did was let a woman rub her cunt in your face. That's okay. You don't need to feel guilty about that. The world owes you! Any woman on this planet should pull down her pants and sit on your face!"

That was, Moonstone thought, laying it on a little thick. However, she noted that the tears had stopped flowing. The buzz in the villain's head was terrible, threatening to shake her skull apart, and Moonstone could feel blood ooze down from her nostrils, taste it in her mouth. Synaptic seepage. A sure sign that she should stop before she did herself an injury.

Yet she had to take care of this situation first.

"Say it with me," Dr. Stone insisted. "I feel no guilt from a face full of pussy."

"I...I feel no guilt...from a face full of pussy..." Sue Storm said. The words broken. Hesitant.

Then again. Stronger. Dr. Stone repeated them with her, ensuring that they were embedded deep in the Invisible Woman's brain.