Start With A Sponge Bath

"First, we're going to do a sponge bath," Sue Storm said firmly.

Dr. Stone sighed. The Invisible Woman's tone of voice brooked no argument. The villain had hoped to avoid using her powers unless necessary, but obviously she had to put Sue back into her suggestive state. A sponge bath was a step too far.

"That won't be necessary..." Dr. Stone said, her tone smooth and controlled.

Except nothing happened. The implants in her head were quiet.

"It is very necessary," Sue countered. "I can smell you from here."

That is how, Moonstone found herself being guided out of her office and wheeled down the corridor. Once they hit the street, her wheels left the pavement. Sue Storm's casual use of her powers saw them move through Manhattan traffic with ease.

It gave Moonstone time to figure out what was going on. The answer was pathetically simple: the anklet that restricted her powers was still on—underneath the cast. The villain had no way to get it off without breaking the plaster. Which she couldn't do with Sue around.

So it was, powerless and unhappy, that Dr. Stone returned to her spartan apartment. She had tried to formulate excuses, objections, anything that would prevent the utter embarrassment of what was about to happen.

Then invisible hands lifted her from the chair.

The alien moonstone gave Karla Sofen the ability to fly, an experience that she had quickly found empowered and exhilarating—a kind of freedom she had never known. This was different. The blonde rotated gently in the air, not weightless but held aloft by invisible hands, that plucked at her clothing with persistent ****. The villain's face burned as shirt, skirt, and bra came off, until she was utterly naked, her hands immediately covering her nipples...which made no sense, she realized, as Sue had already seen and felt her breasts.

Sue's invisible **** fields carried Karla into the bathroom, to sit her on an invisible bath chair.

"I've put water-tight forcefields around your legs," Sue said. "Though we'll want to spray something on your toes, to keep you from getting athlete's foot. Maybe rub some vaseline where they meet your thighs, to prevent chafing."

The water came on, Sue chatted away about meal services, rescheduling her appointments for her living room, redecorating for mobility issues, not even really looking at Karla as the psychiatrist sat there, naked and helpless.

Exactly as Doom wanted it, Moonstone realized. He wanted me to be helpless. To invoke this kind of response in Sue Storm, this kind of intimacy. Counting on me to make the most of it. Maybe I can still...seduce her. A little.

A warm, wet, sudsy washcloth appeared in the Invisible Woman's hands. Her real hands, not an invisible **** field. With a soft smile and business-like motions, she began to rub Moonstone's tits. Sue's hand moved in and around with firm pressure, careful not to miss a square millimeter of breastflesh. Then she moved on, rinsing the cloth and applying more soap. Over Karla's stomach and along her sides. Under her arms, and then along them. That firm hand rubbed her shoulders and neck, and then Karla leaned forward so Sue could scrub her back.

Some parts of her anatomy Sue allowed Dr. Stone to clean herself. Karla removed her own makeup, and ran a handtowel down her crotch and the crack of her ass. She could feel the edges of the invisible forcefields that encased her legs. With the merest thought, Sue could have **** her into a split, and Karla would have been utterly helpless before the other woman.

The naked villain shivered, and only partially because her wet skin was cold. She needed to shift things up. Change the dynamic of power, at least a little, in her favor.

"Sue," Dr. Stone said. "I hate to ask, but since we're here...could you do one more thing for me? As a favor?"