Sue Storm Embraces The Obscene Toy

Sue Storm's fingers trembled as she lifted the massive pink toy out of the box. The synthetic skin was soft and squishy beneath her fingers. Her throat was suddenly dry, eyes fixed on the huge pink prick. It was bigger than her arm, and heavier than it looked. The floppy end of it flailed around as she cradled it to her chest. The length of the toy was obscene when pressed against her body. The dangling testes pressed against her thighs as the body of it nestled between her tits.

"Damn, stud," Sue whispered in a throaty voice. "All this cock for me?"

The Invisible Woman breathed in the aroma that emerged from the strangely inhuman cock. It felt oily against her skin, though that might have been her own sweat that dripped down her body. A part of her wondered what it tasted like. Whether it was like licking silicone and rubber, or if it tasted like him.

"Mrs. Richards, the nurse is here," H.E.R.B.I.E. chimed in.

"Tell her I'm indisposed," Sue said absently as she lurched to her feet.

The gangly dick was unwieldy in her arms. Slickly, it slid out of her hands and plopped onto the floor. Sue heard the PLOP as the suction cup adhered to the mailroom floor. She stood there, suddenly dizzy. The tip of the artificial dick could just rub against her pussy.

The naked blonde bent her knees a little, and rubbed the tip of the toy between her legs. The soft tip pressed against her clit, and elicited a gasp of animal pleasure. It was obvious to Sue Storm that her fingers wouldn't cut it anymore. She needed this. Needed it inside of her.

"Mrs. Richards, the nurse is insistent," H.E.R.B.I.E. added. "She is worried about your health."

"Not now, H.E.R.B.I.E.!" Sue growled as she rubbed the tip back and forth over her labia. The oily foreskin felt good against her aching pussy lips. Instinctively, she tried to press the tip inside of her, but her wounded leg began to scream in pain at the angle involved...and then, with a cry of pain, Sue's leg gave out, and she landed hard on her knee.

"Mrs. Richards, are you injured?" H.E.R.B.I.E. asked.

"H.E.R.B.I.E., shut the fuck up!" Sue growled, her patience evaporated. The massive dildo was stuck to the floor, and on one knee Sue could only rub her pussy against it. Her cunt burned for more. Even through the pain of her wounded leg, Sue couldn't think straight. Her animal need was overwhelming.

"Get me some lube!" she ordered the robot, as she bent the tip of the dildo down.

H.E.R.B.I.E. paused for a moment as it navigated a complex decision tree. Reed Richards had programmed H.E.R.B.I.E. for many eventualities, but this uncharacteristic display by Sue Storm had not been one of them. Under the circumstances, the robot could only do as it was programmed.

"Affirmative," H.E.R.B.I.E. says, and turned to fetch the personal lubricant from the master bedroom.

Yet that was not all the robot did.