Dr. Stone Convinces Sue To Take A Day For Intensive Orgasm Training

"I'll be back tomorrow, darling," Sue Storm said, and kissed Reed Richards on the cheek. "That new villain shook my confidence a little. Dr. Stone thinks an intense session will help."

It was the whitest of lies. Hiding the blackest of sins.

"Alright, Sue," Reed says. "She-Hulk will cover for you if the Fantastic Four is needed. Go do what you need to get better. You know we always have your back."

"I know," Sue said with a smile.

Sue arrived not at Dr. Stone's office, but her apartment. A room had been prepared for their session. There was plastic sheeting on the floor, and a kind of cushion. Large plasma screens had been set up on each wall. She was dressed in thigh-high black latex boots, elbow-length black latex gloves, and matching panties and underwear.

"You'll take your clothes off, lube up, and insert this vibrator inside of you," Dr. Stone said, her voice stern. The device was black, smooth silicone, vaguely U-shaped and with little raised bumps. "Make sure the outside vibe is fixed on your clit."

"Okay," Sue said. Her cheeks flushed, embarrassed at the explicit orders. But this is what she had signed up for and agreed to. And, she had to admit to herself, this was a little exciting.

With her own hands, Dr. Stone taped small pink egg-shaped vibrators to Sue's nipples. The doctor did this with clinical detachment, minimal contact, but Sue's face flushed harder anyway.

There was a 50-kilogram weighted ball set before the cushion. At Dr. Stone's direction, Sue knelt down on it in a comfortable position.

"Now," Dr. Stone said. "I'm going to turn on the monitors. They're going to show you porn. I'm going to turn on the vibrator. It's going to stimulate you, inside and out. You are not going to resist. You're going to let the pleasure rise and rise. And you're going to cum. You're going to cum a lot. But what I want you to focus on is lifting that weight with your powers. You need to maintain that **** field as long as you can, no matter how hard or how often you come. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," Sue said, and nodded her head.

With a thought, a simple pillar of invisible **** raised the weight off the floor. Under normal circumstances, Sue could hold it aloft for hours.

Then the porn started. Gonzo, porn without plot, humping bodies and breathless moans, screams of ecstasy, wet slaps of flesh on flesh. Sue narrowed her gaze on the weight in front of her. A calm island in the midst of four simultaneous audiovisual orgies.

Then the vibrators started. The simulation was low at first. A simple rhythmic buzzing. Sue focused on her breathing. Her naked body toned and perfect. Warmth radiated from each point of contact with the vibrators. An erotic heat that filled her, and Sue tried to welcome it, to experience it, even as her brain maintained concentration on holding aloft that pillar of ****.

Dr. Stone smiled. It was an exercise designed to fail. To break Sue Storm down further than before. To reduce her confidence in her own abilities.

"Cum for me," she whispered, just loud enough over the porn to be heard.

Sue did. Her whole body spasmed, and the speed and intensity of it made her gasp. Dr. Stone looked at the weight, sure it would crash, fall, that Sue would fail...the first of many failures...