Moonstone Convinces Sue To Break & Enter

"Do you like our little risk-taking, Susan?" Dr. Stone asked when Sue arrived for her next session.

"I did," Sue Storm admitted.

The Invisible Woman had been thinking about this session all week. It had been so thrilling last time—out in public, naked, obeying every little tug of the leash. Sue Storm had never felt anything like that, not even during her battles with Doctor Doom. It was a kind of complete surrender she had never experienced—and yet she had felt safe with Karla as well.

"Don't sit," Dr. Stone ordered. The doctor was dressed casually today—jeans, a light jacket, a plain white shirt so thin that Sue could see the other woman wasn't wearing a bra, a Mets ballcap on her head, sunglasses. The type of person that Sue wouldn't look twice at on the street, despite her thin, well-maintained physique.

"This is part of your therapy," Dr. Stone said, as she pulled Sue's shirt up over her head. "Not just trust-building, but risk-taking. You take so many risks in your daily life, but that stress builds and builds and you have no outlet for it. What you need is not just stress, but release. For someone to take you out of your comfort zone, but to help you release all that cumulative stress."

Sue didn't resist as Dr. Stone helped the Invisible Woman undress. Until Sue stood there in her shoes once again. Pussy squeezed tight, strangely unselfconscious about her nudity as Dr. Stone stuffed the Invisible Woman's clothes into a large woven bag.

Dr. Stone handed Sue the collar. Let the heroine place it around her own neck...then gave the leash a little tug.

"Turn invisible," Dr. Stone ordered. Sue obediently blinked out of existence. Dr. Stone smiled.

"Good girl."

They went out for another walk. Once again Sue felt the air on her naked skin, kept close to Karla to avoid bumping into other people. Except this time, they didn't go around the block. Dr. Stone led her down through several alleys, across a street, to a mattress retail store that was closed. Sue frowned to herself. She vaguely recalled that this chain had been closed, accused of money laundering.

Dr. Stone led them around to a back door. There was no one around. The doctor gestured at the lock.

"Open it," she said.

"What?" It was the first time Sue had spoken in minutes.

"The door. It's locked. Open it," Dr. Stone said, looking around to make sure no one was watching. Sue felt glad there was no camera.

"But I—I can't do that. It's breaking and entering!" Sue whispered.

"It's urban exploration," Dr. Stone countered. "The store is closed, there's no one there. We're not stealing anything. We're just taking a look around. You need this transgression. It's part of your therapy."

Sue hesitated. Then Dr. Stone's head tilted. There was something wrong with her sunglasses, the dark lenses suddenly limned with light—and Sue's thoughts grew fuzzy.

"I said, open the fucking door, Susan," Dr. Stone said.

Thoughts slipped in and out of Sue Storm's head. She blinked, unable to focus on anything except the collar that tugged at her unseen neck. She gestured at the door. Part of the outside became transparent. Showed the inner mechanism. Sue slid an invisible pick inside, moved the tumblers. The lock clunked open. Dr. Stone smiled as she opened the door.

"Good girl."

They walked into the darkened store, to the shop floor. Mattresses in bedframes were everywhere, wrapped in plastic. All was dark, quiet, serene, sterile. Sue Storm felt her head nodding, slightly off balance. Dr. Stone tugged on the leash, and then by touch found the Invisible Woman's shoulders and guided her down to lay on a pillowtop matress. Her heart hammered in her chest. Something glowed in the darkness around Karla's head.

"Just relax," Dr. Stone ordered. "You've been such a good girl. And good girls get rewards..."

A hot breath on Sue Storm's pussy made her quiver. Karla's mouth engulfed her cunny. The Invisible Woman flickered in and out of sight as an electric tingle ran up her spine. A soft hot tongue slid out of Karla's mouth and ran all the way from Sue's taint to her clit. Over and over. Exploring, pushing inside the labia now, tracing the Invisible Woman's internal geography. The muffled moans grew louder, echoed in the empty store.

Until Sue's back arched, her buttocks clenched, toes curled, fingers gripped the plastic covering the mattress until it almost tore, and the Invisible Woman's muffled scream ripped past tightly-clenched teeth.

Dr. Stone stood up, chin dripping, smiling.

"Very good girl. Don't you feel better now?"

She helped Sue from the bed. The Invisible Woman's form flickered in and out of sight, but as Sue got her breath back, her invisibility stabilized.

"Yes. Thank you...Karla," she said.

"You're welcome. Now let's get you back. And imagine how much fun we can have next time."