Moonstone Encourages Sue Storm To Fantasize About Other Men

"...just frustrated," Sue Storm finished.

Dr. Stone leaned forward and took the tea cup from the heroine's limp hands. The Invisible Woman's eyes were closed, and she lay slumped in the chair. A golden halo surrounded the villain's head. It had been easier this time to knock Sue Storm into a receptive state. The blonde heroine had spared nothing in her recital of the last week. Moonstone smiled as she heard of Sue's ever-increasing sexual frustration. A normal woman would have resolved that issue by now, by masturbation or cold showers, but Moonstone's influence had dampened Sue's ability to come up to solutions to her little problem.

No, right now the Invisible Woman's mind was a blank void. Utterly open to suggestion.

"If you want my advice," Dr. Stone said, her voice calm and clear. "You need to find sexual satisfaction."

"...satisfaction," Sue repeated.

"All that stress, it's not good for your health, is it?" Dr. Stone said.

"...not good," Sue said, softly.

"You need to masturbate until you cum. Hard." Dr. Stone said bluntly.

"...cum hard," and as she said it a furrow flickered briefly over the heroine's brow, and her hips squirmed in the seat.

"What do you think about when you masturbate, Susan?" Dr. Stone asked.

"...Reed," Sue said, automatically.

"But you've been having trouble cumming," Dr. Stone said, and her voice was direct, commanding. Like an order, not a question.

"...trouble cumming," Sue replied.

"You should fantasize about something else," Dr. Stone pressed, and her eyes burned with golden light. "What do you think you should fantasize about when you masturbate?"

Parts of Sue Storm's brain were called into play at the question. Moonstone's lips twitched as she struggled to maintain the delicate operation. It wasn't enough to just plant the idea in the heroine's head. Sue Storm had to participate in the process. Make it feel like it had arisen naturally from within.

"Other...men?" Sue said. Soft and hesitant.

"You know a lot of men, don't you, Susan?" Dr. Stone said. "Heroes...villains...all those strong, manly types. Nothing like your husband. You can picture them in your mind, can't you?"

"Yes..." Sue said, and in her mind's eye flashes came to her of all the men she knew. The well-muscled physiques. The parts of their anatomy she had never seen, but now imagined. She had seen their eyes on her. The way they'd undressed her with their gaze. Imagined what they would do to her. She had never left them. Never even imagined letting them. But now...she did...and a soft moan slid out of her lips and a damp stain appeared on her panties.

A snap. Sue Storm blinked, straightened in the chair. Dr. Stone's face was buried in her notebook. Then the psychiatrist checked her watch, looked up, met Sue's eyes and smiled.

"Time's up. I think this has been a productive session. Do you?"

"Yes," Sue said automatically. "Yes, thank you, I...feel much better now."

The heroine stood up, embarrassed that she had been momentarily distracted.

"Just think about what we've talked about," Dr. Stone said as she rose. They shook hands. "I'll see you next week."