Sue Lets Herself Get Used To Level One

"Let's just...stay here for a minute," Sue Storm said aloud.

She felt ridiculous. Here she was, in a sex chair, robotic vibrator-tipped arms pressed against her most intimate places. On the other hand, Sue couldn't deny that it also felt...good. Not overly stimulating, but a bit like sitting in a massage chair.

It's just therapy, she told herself. It's not like I'm cheating on Reed. No one is touching me. This is no different than if I use a vibrator at home.

The buzz of the vibrators was a pleasant constant. The Invisible Woman closed her eyes and tried to relax into the cushions. To enjoy the constant, low-level stimulation of her nipples and clit. There was a time, she knew, before she was married when such a high-tech setup as this would have been the subject of strange wet dreams. Even after her marriage, Sue had definitely felt times when she needed more than Reed had been willing or able to give her.

So Sue Storm breathed deep and felt her chest press against the little buzzing vibes on her nipples. Her dark nips grew engorged as she felt that odd, melty-feeling in her stomach. The chill of her naked skin was chased away as her skin slowly flushed, and Sue felt the warmth of her cheeks, let her fingers grip the ends of the chair arms as she adjusted her position minutely, to let the buzzing toys touch her just right.

It was pleasant. There were no clocks in the tiny room, nothing to indicate the passage of time except the sense of her tension slowly draining, her muscles easing as she settled more completely into the chair. Her breathing was easy, slow, and deep. She was aroused, but not frantic with lust. It almost felt like she might fall asleep.

Moonstone stared at her "client" on the monitor. The hidden camera in the room captured the naked blonde beauty, who was still stuck on the lowest setting. Sue Storm's expression was serene.

Which was a start. Yet it seemed clear that the Invisible Woman needed a little push.

So the villain concentrated. The light around Moonstone's head distorted into a kind of halo. Light burned in her eyes. She had no worry right now that Sue Storm would see her. There was no need to hold back. Around Sue's own head, in the chair, a similar halo distorted the light in the room.