Send Me A Copy

A secure email appeared, in the wee hours of the night. It contained only a single link, and a random string of characters for a password. Moonstone, dressed in only the sheer amber-colored silk bathrobe she preferred when at home, clicked through, entered the code...and watched.

As a grown woman, Karla Sofen had seen her share of pornographic videos. Even home-made sex tapes involving celebrities. Yet there was something different as she saw the master bedroom of the Fantastic Four, with all the little details. The pictures of the family on the walls above the bed. The sleek blue-and-white shape of the custom headboard, with the 4 logo. The way the Invisible Woman slowly faded into view, recognizable even from behind in her Fantastic Four uniform. Then the uniform itself faded, and Moonstone caught sight of Sue's pert little pink asshole between her well-toned buttocks, stretched around an anal plug marked with a 4 logo. Below that, the tight little line of her pussy.

With voyeuristic fervor, Moonstone watched as Sue's hands tore the invisible fabric. Not her real costume then; something designed specifically for this film. Sue's fingers pulled the chrome butt-plug, and her asshole flexed, as if winking. A little wet trickle of lube oozed as she held it agape for a long heartbeat...and then something slithered on screen. Like a flesh-colored, scale-less snake. The swollen purple head bulbous, the foreskin pronounced. It moved with unerring accuracy toward the exposed anus.

Yet the speed with which it dived into that hole struck Moonstone with almost physical ****. She heard Sue gasp, saw the heroine's fingers quiver as she held her asscheeks apart. Moonstone watched in silent fascination as the cock continued to plunge deeper, and seemed to thicken. She could see the Invisible Woman's asshole stretch to accommodate the growing girth. It was almost a relief when Mister Fantastic's testicles came into view, as the rest of his body entered into the scene, arms and legs stretching as he positioned himself over his wife's body, mounting her from behind.

Moonstone stared in silent fascination as his balls grew to inhuman size and slapped hard against the Invisible Woman's slit. She heard the soft moans of Sue Storm grow louder...and then words became audible. A litany, spoken with passion and fervor.

"Fuck my ass...harder daddy...I'm your little buttslut...your anal whore...God, I love it in my ass..."

The villain heard the words over and over. The slap of Mister Fantastic's balls against the Invisible Woman's pussy. Saw the wet slit drip as her thighs shivered, saw the labia grow redder and redder as Sue Storm's pussy was spanked relentlessly.

On their own, Moonstone's thighs spread. Her hand found its way down to her own shaven slit. A touch told her how wet she was, even as she found herself unable to look away from the screen. Locked in a voyeuristic mode that precluded all else.

Her cheeks flushed as she let her fingers, wet with her own juices, dip deeper. To tentatively touch her own asshole, and the little plug she wore. Moonstone bit her lip as she pressed the flared base of her own toy, in weak mockery of the ass-reaming that appeared on the screen.

Moonstone knew her task was to corrupt Susan Storm, to ruin her marriage and take the Fantastic Four apart from within...but right now, eyes locked on their passionate lovemaking...the villain's mind was filled with mingled lust and jealousy. She wondered what it felt like to have her own ass fucked that hard, that fast, with such...care.

Perhaps there was a way for her to find out.