Sue Jills Off In The Nearest Bathroom

There was a bathroom on this floor, right beside the elevator. Sue Storm barely took twenty steps out of Dr. Stone's office before she found herself in a stall, panties around her knees, two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy with one hand while the other flicked her clit in angry, agitated circles. Realization kicked in, too late.

"Fucking bitch," the Invisible Woman swore. "She put the whammy on me!"

Away from Moonstone's influence and flicking her bean with a furious need that made Sue glad she kept her nails trimmed. Her mind raced. She remembered pretending to fall under the villain's thrall...but at some point she must have actually succumbed.

"God damn it!" Sue growled, uncharacteristically angry. And horny. So fucking horny.

Her fingers blurred on her clit, and images of Moonstone pushed themselves into her forebrain. Sue's thighs shook as the wet, sloppy sounds of her fingers tearing up her cunny echoed in the small bathroom. The heroine's mind was filled with very un-heroic thoughts—like bending Moonstone into a pretzel with eating out that hot, juicy fucking cunt—

"No!" Sue roared softly to herself, even as her pleasure peaked. She shivered with terrible, **** intensity, her cunt squirting into the toilet bowl, to sit there panting heavily, breasts heaving, mind still racing.

Still, with climax came clarity. Her bid to fool Moonstone had obviously failed. Every session, the villain was manipulating Susan more and more, forcing her mind and behavior into lascivious directions. Now that Sue was aware of it, however, she was determined that it wasn't going to happen again.

"I need to gain the upper hand on her," Sue told herself. "Maybe I could confront her in her office...or follow her home..."