Moonstone Presses Her Pussy Into Sue Storm's Face And Forces Her To Memorize Her Scent

The Invisible Woman sat in front of Moonstone. Utterly enthralled. Momentarily completely inside the villain's power. Which sent an erotic thrill down Moonstone's spine, birthed a sensual heat in her body.

Moonstone had almost forgotten what it was like. The sense of power. Control. It made her bold. Perhaps even a little reckless.

Yet there was a smile on Moonstone's face as she stood up and slide her panties down her legs, to step out of them. Golden light spilled from the villain's eyes. Microgravitic fluctuations played out inside the Invisible Woman's skull with a precision that the villain could never have achieved before Doom's enhancements.

"I think we should try a little association," Moonstone said in her calm, collected Dr. Stone voice. Naked from the waist-down, the villain lifted one leg high and set her calf on the back of the chair. The blonde heroine's face was only a few inches from the Moonstone's clean-shaven labia. "What do you smell?"

Sue Storm's nostrils flared. Her eyes were closed, but Moonstone could see movement behind the lids.

"F-fish?" The heroine said. Her voice soft, barely a whisper.

Moonstone's lip twitched. She leaned forward. Until the lips of her labia nearly swallowed the heroine's nose.

"This is the smell of pussy. Breath it in. Etch it into your brain," Moonstone said.

Those nostrils flared so wide that they brushed the dark lips of the villain's cunny. Moonstone could actually sense the activity in different parts of Sue Storm's brain. The sense-memory of her pussy being dutifully recorded. Neural connections being made. Associations.

"When you think of pussy, you'll remember this," Moonstone said, and she could feel the heat in her eyes, the buzz of her implants louder in her skull. She was nearing her limit. Soon, she'd have to release Sue from her powers or risk damaging herself. Yet before the villain did that.

"When you get hot and wet, you'll think of this pussy. And when you think of pussy, you'll get hot and wet. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Sue Storm's answer was barely a whisper. Moonstone shivered as she felt the warmth of that breath on her naked and exposed cunt. She couldn't believe how wet she was right now. A part of her wanted to just ride that face...but Moonstone's self-control was not completely exhausted. The villain lifted her leg and retreated, to redress and sit herself. So that when Sue Storm came to herself a moment later, she would see only her psychiatrist, calm, quiet, and professional.

"Thank you," Sue Storm said, a blush on her cheeks. "I actually feel much more relaxed."

"Next time, we'll try some mental exercises to help manage your stress," Dr. Stone promised. There was something furtive about the Invisible Woman's manner. A way that Sue seemed to refuse to meet her eye. "Is there something wrong?"

"No! Nothing," Sue said. "Just, um...you left your panties on the floor near the chair. Unless those are from another patient."

Now it was Dr. Stone's turn to blush. The blonde twisted and there, where she'd dropped them in her haste, was the black lace thong.

"Oh God, I'm..." Dr. Stone said, as her heart hammered in her chest, momentarily taken aback. "I wouldn't...never with a patient..."

"No worries, doc," the Invisible Woman said, with a curious smile. "We all have our secrets, right?"

As the heroine left the room, Moonstone collapsed into her chair. There were a million ways that could have gone wrong. The whole plan depended on Sue Storm continuing to visit "Dr. Stone" for more sessions of mind manipulation. The villain berated herself for her stupidity...and wondered how this would effect her ongoing relationship with her patient.