Sue Successfully Plays With Her Ass Thinking About Karla

The discussion with Agatha Harkness crystallized something in Sue Storm. She had been making excuses, letting life get in the way. Maybe she was secretly afraid of playing with her ass. Yet that wasn't how heroes approached problems. Not by avoidance or running away. Evil never backed down without a fight, and nothing good ever got done in the Invisible Woman's life by sitting around and waiting for the right moment to present herself. Justice was never accomplished by doing nothing.

"I'm going to fuck my ass," she promised herself that night. "Like a hero!"

Three enemas. A tube of surgical-grade lubricant. Reed was putting on another pot of coffee, trying to map out the Summers Family Tree in six-dimensional space with Hank McCoy and Moira Mactaggart. Sue Storm was exhausted, sore, but an iron determination had settled into her. Tonight was the night. No more excuses. No more interruptions.

Sue bit down on her pillow. Ass in the air. She closed her blue eyes and concentrated. Invisible forces squeezed a bit of lube from the tube. The gel felt cool and slimy against her butthole. The Invisible Woman felt her heart pound, but in her mind's eye she pictured a small, smooth cylinder with a rounded tip, the size of her index finger. It pressed against her hole—and Sue expected pain, or an immediate urge to vacate her now thoroughly-clean-and-empty bowels.

Instead, it just...slid in.

Her blue eyes fluttered open. The asshole scrunched against the impossible ****, instinctively trying to expel it, but nothing could move that invisible rod except Sue's own mind. She had expected pain, but it just felt...weird. Not unpleasant. Not orgasmic. Just...there.

Tentatively, Sue let made the rod begin to move. Back and forth. Just a fraction of an inch, the thin rod sliding on a coating of lubricant. The Invisible Woman **** her body to relax, tension draining from her shoulders and thighs as she got used to the small moving presence.

"I'm fucking my own ass," she said aloud, just in a whisper, to put into words what she was feeling and experiencing.

Slowly, carefully, she increased the diameter of the cylinder. Not much. No thicker than her thumb. Yet that made a difference. The rectal muscles felt the pressure, the difference. The sensation was more intense now, the rounded end of the cylinder hit Sue's colon wall sometimes.

It wasn't unpleasant.

Carefully, Sue reached between her legs with her right hand. Her fingers found her clit and she began to rub. Those blue eyes closed again, and this time not in the expectation of pain, but to shut out visual distractions as she let her imagination go to work.

In her mind's eye, she saw Karla with a strap on. Slowly and lovingly pushing her toy in and out of Sue's butt. Making calm, clinical observations about how well she was taking it, what a good girl she was. Sue's breath came quicker, a heat spreading out from her ass as she slowly increased the length and diameter of the invisible rod, adjusted the pace with which it was plunging in and out. The initially weird sensations were still there, but as she grew more excited, Sue could feel something else—almost as if her ass were melting. The nerves and muscles dedicated to helping her go to the bathroom were receiving new input, and awakening...

Something.

"Am I a butt slut?" Sue Storm wondered, her fingers frantic on her clit now. Body tensing as she felt her climax approach. Not from the anal play, but from the total stimulation. Mind, clit, asshole—it was all mingling together as her body pushed toward the climax she had so long denied. In her mind, Sue could almost hear Karla's voice.

"You're an anal slut, now!" Karla seemed to whisper. "You're my anal slut!"

Sue turned her head into her pillow and screamed as the wave of excitement and pleasure washed over her. Toes curling almost painfully, ass on fire as the invisible dildo plunged fast enough Sue feared it would cause friction burns. Yet as the wave passed, and Sue dismissed the invisible rod, leaving her ass sore—but not unpleasantly so—she smiled to herself.

She had done it. She could tell Dr. Stone that she had played with her butt. Despite all obstacles. Like a true hero.