Sue Storm Embraces Being A Superslut

"What can I do?" Sue Storm said. "I...I can't save the world if I cum so easily! If I'm distracted...someone could...die. Reed...Johnny...Ben...they're counting on me! Everyone is counting on me!"

Sue Storm curled up in on herself, faced away from her. Karla smiled. Now was the moment. Moonstone's eyes began to glow. She slid her hand between the Invisible Woman's thighs. Sue stiffened, but didn't pull away.

"That's right. Everyone is counting on you. Which means you need to do whatever it takes not to let them down," Karla said, as her gravity powers played with Sue Storm's brain, lowering her already lowered inhibitions. "You know what I noticed? At the end, when you were cumming non-stop, the weight didn't drop. You were holding it up even though you were whimpering like a needy whore. And you know why?"

Sue couldn't answer. Her breath came in short gasps as Karla's hand cupped her pussy. The heat of Sue Storm's pussy was intense. Blood flooded and inflamed her labia. It was amazing how quickly Sue's body had learned to enter this aroused state.

"In BDSM, there's a psychological state that submissives enter—sub-space, they call it. An altered state of consciousness where they submerge their desires and exist in a state of heightened arousal and calm. When you entered sub-space, you could use your powers despite cumming continously."

Karla leaned forward, to press her breasts against Sue's back, to place her lips next to the heroine's ear.

"What you need, Sue, is to embrace that you're a superslut. Let me help you. If you can keep yourself in that heightened state of submissive arousal, you can still be the Invisible Woman...and a nasty slut. They're both aspects of yourself. Different sides of the same coin."

Sue Storm gulped. Even though she had cum so many times today, she was quivering, ready to explode at the merest touch...or word.

"What do I have to do?"

The next day, in the Baxter Building, Sue Storm called a meeting. She wore her old costume—the revealing one, with the bare midriff and the cutout cleavage. To this she had added a blue and white collar, and, snug inside her bum, a vibrating plug.

"Reed...Johnny...Ben," she said. "I...have to tell you some things. About myself. About how things have to be from now on."

The words came out, as Sue and Karla had rehearsed them. A tastefully edited version of Sue's psychological counseling. Her sexual frustration, the way it was affecting her health and work, and finally the disastrous fight with the golden villain that had attacked the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier.

"When I went to Japan the other day, it was so Dr. Stone and I could try and address my failure," Sue Storm said. "But...it didn't work. It can't work. I can't bottle up my sexual desires again. And I can't operate as a superheroine if I can't control those same desires. If I climax whenever a villain tells me too, I'm worse than useless. But...there is an alternative. Something we worked out together. But I need your help, all your help, with it."

The three men looked at each other, each increasingly uncomfortable with where this was going.

"I mean...of course, Suzy. Anything we can do," Ben said. "We got your back, you know that."

"What he said, sis," Johnny Storm said. "We're there for you. Always."

"Sue," Reed said, his voice more neutral than the others—after all, her failure to be sexually satisfied was in part his own fault—"how can we help?"

Sue took a deep breath. This was the tricky part.

"I can maintain control my powers if I remain in a state of sexual arousal and **** submission," she said. "But to do that on a mission, I—I need you all to treat me like a dirty little whore. Order me around. Make lewd comments. Treat me like a superslut."

You could have heard Antman crawling across the ceiling.

"What," Ben said, unable to believe his stony ears.

"I need to keep my head in the game. The more I feel aroused, the more I feel deprecated, the greater the control of my own powers!" Sue said. "That's why I'm going back to this old uniform—for starters. And why I've started wearing a butt plug. But if this is going to work, I need you all to....to sexually harass and denigrate me."

"That's...that's a lot to ask," Johnny Storm said.

Reed was tense. When he finally spoke, it was with the calm authority of a scientist and a concerned husband. "Darling, while you mean well, I think perhaps a second opinion—"

Which was when the alarm blared.

The meeting was over. The Fantastic Four leaped into action. Sue Storm's vibrating plug buzzing frantically.