Moonstone Gets Wrecked

It was too late for Moonstone. She knew that now. Too late when she had pushed Sue Storm past her limits. Too late when she had accepted Doom's implants in her skull. Probably too late when she had accepted this mad "partnership."

In a last-ditch effort at self-preservation, Karla Sofen tried to tone down her power. Not to end this, but maybe to walk away from this with a pussy that wasn't a gaping fuckhole.

Nothing happened. The implants continued to buzz maddeningly in her skull. Blood continued to ooze from her nostrils. The alien gem at the heart of her being continued to feed the implants' power. Twisting one of the fundamental forces of the universe to the singular purpose of turning the Invisible Woman into a sex-mad, angry, dominant bitch. Sue was still in the suggestible mode, all inhibitions torn away, and the raw, unfettered sexual psyche was an ugly thing.

The invisible shape that **** its way into Moonstone's cunt had spikes.

Anyone without her superhuman endurance would have been torn apart. Sue Storm twisted her around in mid-air, the office spinning wildly in the blonde villain's vision as Sue Storm began to thrust, the base of the invisible shape pressed against her cunt, curved inside her blonde pussy. The second shape pressed against Karla's ass.

Moonstone couldn't scream. Her jaw was locked solid as she grunted through her teeth. Yet she felt the hum of the implants in her skull change pitch. Her power redirected. Enhanced physiology shifting to accommodate the inhuman forces that plunged into her pussy and ass. Even as they slowly swelled and stroked, threatening to tear her fragile tissues, Karla's superhuman durability increased commensurately. Hardening her against the sexual ****.

Doom, Karla realized. He was controlling her implants. Her powers. He had planned this all...or perhaps simply had taken advantage of the opportunity.

Sue Storm, somewhat freed from the influence of the gravimetric waves as the implants recalibrated, established her punishing pace. Moonstone could hear the Invisible Woman huff and puff, her toned, athletic body dripping sweat as she put her muscles to working, pumping the massive, impossible invisible phallic objects in Moonstone's cunt and ass fast and hard. Karla, bent almost double, could feel and see the **** on her own uterus, Sue pummelling her cervix as if she intended to hammer her way straight into Moonstone's womb.

But that wasn't her intent. Karla saw that as Sue pushed each of her invisible toys as deep as they could go in the villain's body.

Karla's eyes went wide as she felt the bulbous swell. Strong muscles were stretched to their absolute limit. Pussy and ass on the verge of bleeding.

Then Sue Storm pulled back.

Things broke inside of Karla. Not all at once. Not with a massive shock of pain that would have plunged her into merciful oblivion. Sue Storm was panting, moaning, lost in an erotic trance as she slowly, methodically pulled and turned Karla Sofen's ass and pussy inside out. The soft tissues gave way without tearing, Moonstone noted duly. They exited her body like a pair of pink socks, slick with her own juices.

Bent nearly double, Karla was face-to-face with her own prolapsed pussy. Close enough she could have opened her mouth and licked it.

At last, Karla dropped to the floor, no longer suspended, no longer **** into an uncomfortable position. The psychiatrist unfolded and sprawled on the carpet as Sue Storm stood above her, fingering her cunt, grunting and frigging herself with **** satisfaction as she stared down at Karla's broken pussy and ass.

"Fuck that was good," the Invisible Woman said, as Moonstone's implants finally turned off. They felt like lead weights in her skull. "Oh God, what have I done?"