Sue Storm Keeps It To Herself Out of Embarrassment

There were congratulations. As far as S.H.I.E.L.D. was concerned, the Invisible Woman had fought off the unknown invader. Maria Hill debriefed her. Sue Storm told white lies. The surprise blast from the villain had caught her off-guard. The split-second of lost concentration had almost been the end of her. Long enough for the villain to get away.

"Outstanding job," Maria Hill said. "You saved our lives. Hopefully, the sensors pulled enough data that we can find this individual before they strike next."

"Call me if she does," Sue said earnestly. "I want a rematch!"

The Invisible Woman meant what she said. Yet the words felt hollow. Her panties were still damp.

"I just feel like such a fraud!" Sue admitted as Dr. Stone pressed a cup of tea into her hand.

The blonde heroine had called for an emergency appointment. Dr. Stone had invited Sue over to her apartment. A cozier setting where they could talk freely. They sat at Dr. Stone's kitchen table. Sue sipped her tea. An open bottle of whiskey on the table showed that Dr. Stone was drinking something harder...and there was a vivid bruise on the psychiatrist's left cheek.

"How did that happen, by the way?" Sue asked.

"Ran into a door," Dr. Stone lied smoothly. Sue felt a misgiving there. She wanted to ask follow up questions. It was the kind of mark a fist left behind. The Invisible Woman had seen that before. When Hank had punched Janet. The blonde heroine felt a trickle of rage overcome her sensation of feeling sorry for herself. If someone was hurting Dr. Stone.

"Walk me through it again," Dr. Stone suggested as she poured herself a little more whiskey. "What happened?"

So Sue Storm repeated the story. The heroine was staring into her tea cup, and didn't notice as Dr. Stone's eyes began to glow, the little satisfied smile on her mouth growing wider as she saw the Invisible Woman's cheeks flush as she relived the moment. It was a little feedback loop, the story being told over and over, each time with more intensity, more detail, until finally on the third retelling Dr. Stone said at the right point:

"Cum for me."

The Invisible Woman fell off the chair, her whole body seizing as a white hot memory replayed through her body. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, lost in the recall of her embarrassing defeat, cumming so hard she couldn't think.

When it was over, tears streamed down Sue's face. She climbed back onto the chair. Dr. Stone poured an inch of whiskey into Sue's teacup. Her eyes no longer glowed.

"I can see," the psychiatrist said. "That we'll have to work on that."