Moonstone Rubs Sue Storm's Pussy Through Her Clothes

Moonstone licked her lips. Doom's implants seemed to buzz in her brain as they focused her gravitic powers in ways she had never thought possible. Here she was, with the Invisible Woman under her sway. The villain felt the temptation to go further. To make the most of his opportunity.

So she stood up, and stepped forward. Her right hand came up between the heroine's thighs. Until her finger touched the smooth material of her crotch.

There were at least two or three layers down there. Sue Storm's panties. Her Fantastic Four costume. Then over that, the thin exercise pants of her civilian disguise. Moonstone pressed her fingers harder, until she felt warm resistance. Until she saw the blush across Sue Storm's placid face spread to the tips of the blonde's ears.

"You are not to touch yourself, Sue. Do you understand?" Moonstone said.

"Yes..."

"Not your husband, either. Not all the way. Hugs, kisses, but not down between your legs. You don't want him to touch you there either. Do you understand?"

"Yes..." Sue half-spoke, half-moaned the word as Moonstone began to rub her fingers up and down the heroine's labia through her clothes.

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes..."

"Remember this feeling. In your dreams. Whenever you want to touch yourself," Moonstone said, and the light shone from her eyes with a cold heat, and the villain could taste blood in her mouth, feel a hot, runny drip from her nose. Synaptic seepage. She was pushing Doom's implants to their limit. They were only meant to help her suggest, not imprint complex commands. "You'll look forward to our next appointment, won't you?"

"Yes..." Sue said, and the way she said it, the breathy need, the excitement, the eagerness, made Moonstone's heart skip a beat.

"Good," Moonstone said as she smiled and sat back down. The light faded from her eyes and the buzz in her brain lessened. "Very good."

When Sue Storm blinked, realizing she had lost her train of thought for a moment, she saw that Dr. Stone dabbed at her nose with a tissue.

"Nosebleed. I really need to set up a humidifier in my office," the psychiatrist said. "Anyway, I'm glad to have met you Susan. I think we've had a fruitful session. I hope you feel a bit less stressed now. Next week, I'd like to go a little deeper—there are some mental exercises that might help you deal with your stress in positive ways."

"Thank you doctor," the Invisible Woman said as she stood up. She smiled, though inwardly she felt a weird wetness in her panties, and wondered if she didn't have to go visit the bathroom. Dr. Stone rose, and they shook hands.

Sue Storm turned and left, back to her life as a mother, a wife, a superheroine.

Yet as she did so, the posthypnotic suggestions that Moonstone had set in her mind continued to work.

Dr. Stone grinned. It would be interesting to see what kind of week Sue Storm would have, unable to touch her pussy.