Karla Does Not Get A Turn

Moonstone had been in prison. More than once. The Vault, the Raft. Women in prison movies were never accurate to reality. No one felt sexy in the dull uniforms, without powers, constantly watched by the guards, constantly looking over their shoulder for the more psychotic supervillains, especially the ones with fighting skills who tended to dominate those that no longer had super strength or invulnerability.

The need to get laid as soon as you got out, though? Karla knew that, too. In prison you built up sexual feasts in your mind, endless banquets of cock to suck and fuck. There were women who insisted the first thing they were going to do was find a male porn star or two and ring them dry. Most of them, Karla included, settled for whoever was cute and available at the nearest bar once they'd gotten out. One-night stands, making up for weeks or months of enforced abstinence in one sex-drenched night.

Karla recognized that kind of insatiability in Sue Storm. Years of inadequacy in the bedroom were being expressed in a few hours. Invisible poles pounded her holes. Unbreakable force field bonds twisted Karla into position after position. The Invisible Woman's fingers and tongue explored every square millimeter of her pussy. Strong white teeth bit into her breasts. A wet, hungry pussy humped Karla's mouth.

A woman without Karla's superhuman strength and stamina might have been injured. Karla was merely...exhausted.

"Ah...ahhh....aaaaahhhhgghhggnn!" Karla groaned. Her wrists and ankles met each other in invisible cuffs behind her, knees balanced on the desk as the Invisible Woman slowly forced her hand in and out of the other woman's pussy. Moonstone shuddered and seized about Sue Storm's hand, which was wrist-deep in the psychiatrist's raw and swollen cunny, as the villain was forced into yet another orgasm.

"Thirty-two," Sue Storm said, panting hard, sweat dripping down her naked body. "Woo! Good workout."

The Invisible Woman's communicator chimed.

"Oh, darn," Sue said. "Just a sec, babe."

Karla felt an invisible sphere in her mouth, pinning her tongue to the floor, making speech impossible. She listened as Sue spoke.

"Hey, Reed! Yes, the session with Dr. Stone went a little long—I think we're really close to a breakthrough here. Why don't you order pizza for dinner?" Sue paused to listen. "Alright. See you in an hour or two, darling. Love you, bye."

The communicator clicked off. Sue turned back to her lover—or, as Karla was recognizing at long last, her living fuckdoll.

The Invisible Woman cupped Karla's cheek and stared into her eyes.

"You know, I never thought I would do this. Step out on my marriage. But after meeting with you, I've come to realize that this is exactly what I needed. You were just what I needed. Someone I could just vent all my pent up sexual frustration on. And I wanted to let you know, I appreciate that. I really do," Sue said.

She leaned forward, and the invisible ball gag shrank, so that their lips could meet. The softest, most tender kiss Karla had ever experienced.

"Now," Sue said, as one hand tickled Karla's clit. "I want to see if we can reach forty. And next week, I want to see how much that pretty little ass of yours can take..."

Despair and resignation warred with indignation in Moonstone's soul. She was helpless. Sue Storm was insatiable. Karla had tinkered with the Invisible Woman's mind, and unleashed a vein of nymphomania and presented herself as the target.

She was fucked.

And God help her, she was about to cum again.