Sue Storm Is Becoming A Sex Addict

There is no recovery period for women. Unlike men, women can crest immediately from climax to climax, peaks of pleasure chaining together so long as sufficient stimulation remains, until their brain is awash in endorphins. In the chair, Sue Storm was beginning to experience that. Her body grew more and more sensitive, every sense alert, her body not acclimating to the stimulation but swiftly moving from one explosive orgasm to the next.

It was an experience designed to be addictive.

Outside the room, Moonstone's implants buzzed as she helped facilitate the chair's stimulation. Heightening Sue's receptiveness to this formative experience. Letting the pleasure etch itself into the Invisible Woman's brain. The more she came, the more Sue Storm wanted to cum. Needed to cum. Her mind, which was not normally given to thinking about sex and climaxing, was being introduced to the fine art of gooning.

Pornographic images and sounds inundated Sue Storm's mind. The vibrations in her pussy, ass, clit, and nipples seemed to resonate deep in her body. It was a revelation, her body and mind jolted into an ecstatic state of altered consciousness most often associated with intense religious experiences. For the first time in her life, Sue Storm didn't just enjoy sex, she understood it. The primal horniess that drove bad decisions. The utter need that pushed men and women into self-destructive spirals.

"Nnngh," Moonstone's head throbbed. Doom's implants glowed beneath the skin, outlining her skull as she pushed her augmented powers to the limit. It would take time—probably multiple sessions over a period of weeks—to reduce Sue Storm to the helpless sex addict that Moonstone's plan called for. Blood dripped down Moonstone's face from eyes, ears, and nose as she struggled to hold Sue in the correct state.

Until she couldn't anymore.

Moonstone sank to the floor, breathing heavily. The machine continued on for a few minutes, but began to slow, working on a cooldown cycle. The villain could hear Sue Storm's moans decrease in volume and intensity, even as the psychiatrist cleaned the blood from her face.

Sue Storm emerged from the room on shaky legs. She found a towel, her clothes, and a bottle of water. The Invisible Woman chugged that without thinking, her sweaty body **** for refreshment. When she finally saw Dr. Stone, the psychiatrist was pouring a cup of tea.

"Feel better?" Dr. Stone said.

"Yes," Sue Storm said, voice thick, slightly hoarse.

"Good," Dr. Stone said. "If you need it, you can use the chair during our future sessions."

"Okay," Sue said, and then blinking rapidly added: "Thank you."

Despite the painful pounding in her head, Dr. Stone offered her most winning smile.