Reed Wants To Film Sue Acting Like A Slut

Sue Storm bit her lip. Her pause gave Dr. Stone a chance to better take in the Invisible Woman's dress and pose. The woman before her was dressed in comfortable and yet conservative fashion; the athleisure wear suit and jacket hid her Fantastic Four uniform, covered most of her body except face and hands, while still emphasizing her motherly curves, the swell of the breast, the trim waist. At last, the blonde heroine brushed her hair back and admitted:

"Reed has been thinking we might make some videos. Just for our own use. He wants me to—act like a porn star. Say dirty things. Be a slut in front of the camera."

"And you feel hesitant about that," Dr. Stone said. She tilted her head back, so the light through the window seemed to catch the lenses of her glasses. Good cover as she activated her powers. The implants thrummed in her skull as she subtly manipulated gravity inside Sue Storm's skull, to send the heroine into a suggestive state.

"You shouldn't be," Dr. Stone added.

"I...shouldn't?" Sue's voice held a note of uncertainty.

"Of course not. It's what you wanted, isn't it? Better sexual relations with your husband. More intimacy. A chance to...let loose. You've bottled up so many things over the years, haven't you? Been the good girl all your life," Dr. Stone said.

"Yes..." Sue agreed, her eyes suddenly dazed.

"All those dirty, nasty things you never got a chance to say or do. Reed is practically begging for you to show him how bad you can be," Moonstone said.

"Yes..."

"Push your limits a little. Your vocabulary. Show him what a whore you are."

"I'm a whore," Sue repeated duly.

"A slut."

"I'm a slut," she said.

"A nasty little cum-guzzling cooze," Dr. Stone added, unable to keep a smile from her face.

"I'm a nasty little cum-guzzling cooze," Sue said and shifted gently in her seat. Dr. Stone noticed the motion.

"Are you getting wet, cunt?" she asked. "Is all this dirty talk turning you on?"

"Yes, I am getting wet," Sue said, as color bloomed on her cheeks.

"Just think how good it will feel, when you tell him how much you want his cock in your asshole," Dr. Stone said. "You're quite the buttslut after all, aren't you? You love it in the ass."

"I'm a buttslut," Sue repeated, despite the soreness in her ass. "I love it in the ass."

"Good," Moonstone said, her teeth on edge as pain suddenly built up behind her eyes. She could taste the telltale copper flavor of blood from the synaptic seepage. "One last thing, slut, when you make your recording..."