Moonstone Intensifies Sue Storm's Next Session

It was a week between appointments. A week for Moonstone to adjust to the new level of power that the second alien gemstone provided. A week for her to plan.

Karla Sofen quivered with anticipation. She dressed more provocatively than usual. Crotchless panties. Garterbelt. Stockings. Gold pencil skirt. A broad-shouldered white blouse with a neckline that plunged straight down to her navel. With two moonstones, and Doom's implants, she was more powerful than ever before. Powerful enough to forego subtlety.

Almost.

She still had to be careful. Powerful as she was, she wanted more than to just overwhelm Sue Storm. Moonstone had searched her own feelings, extended her plans. No longer was she interested in just breaking up the Invisible Woman's marriage. She wanted the heroine for herself. Her perfect little submissive housewife sextoy fantasy.

That required patience. Confidence. Courage.

Sue Storm knocked, then opened the door. She was still in her Fantastic Four costume, bits of which were blackened and singed.

"Sorry, fire vampires from Fomalhaut. They thought Johnny was some sort of prophesied queen they needed to impregnate, and it took us all day and a team-up with Doctor Strange to...oh, wow."

The heroine paused, blinked, finally taking in Dr. Stone's appearance. The psychiatrist smiled. With a slight gravimetric push, the door closed behind Sue Storm.

"That must have been very stressful," Dr. Stone said. "I think you need an especially intense roleplay session today."

Sue blinked. Dr. Stone's eyes flashed in a weird, strobing pattern. No longer a simple gravimetric push to knock her brain in a suggestible state. Now as the implants buzzed in her skull, Moonstone could alternate pulses, matching the binaural beat of the Invisible Woman's brain. Making it seem like her words were the Invisible Woman's own idea.

"You've waited all week to taste this pussy, haven't you?" she said, pulling up her skirt. The hairless mons exerted its own subtle gravity, drawing Sue's gaze towards it. "Come on. Worship it. This pussy is right here. All for you. A reward, for being such a good girl."

Sue Storm's heart pulsed. The words seemed to echo in her head. All of her attention focused on the wet slit before her. Dimly, the Invisible Woman realized that she was peeling off her damaged costume. Bare breasts heaving. Pussy tingling in anticipation. Salivating like a dog that smells steak.

She dropped onto her knees, such a natural position. It was where she was supposed to be. The plush carpet beneath her palms and knees. She walked straight forward and nuzzled her face between Dr. Stone's thighs. Felt the silky stockings. Drank in the smell of that hot, ready cunt. Her tongue lapped at the fresh-shaven slit, and a tingle of pleasure ran down her spine, unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Unaware that Dr. Stone had dropped her hands down to hover on either side of Sue Storm's head, the air distorting as gravity waves directly manipulated the pleasure centers of the heroine's brain.

"When you're with me, you're going to be a good little wife. Prim. Proper. Slutty," Moonstone said, each word impressed into Sue Storm's brain. Beneath the ****, the Invisible Woman had no defense. It was less like a suggestion and more like being programmed.