Sue Storm Wants Moonstone At Her Beck and Call

It was a Tuesday night. Karla was at home, in her apartment, wearing only a vintage Dazzler T-shirt. The vibrator buzzed in her pussy. Where it had been for the last six hours. The juices dripped down her thighs, but she didn't touch herself. Her mistress had ordered her not to.

Her mistress. She bit her lip as the pleasure seemed to peak inside of her. Not enough to send her over the edge. Just enough to make her thoughts feel...mushy.

Karla's phone buzzed with a text message. The villain almost tripped over her own feet and floated the last meter or so to the phone.

It was Sue Storm.

COTATI INVASION THWARTED. WANT TO TASTE THAT PUSSY. 20 MIN.

Nineteen minutes later, an invisible key slid into a lock. Karla was on her knees, nipples so hard they tented her shirt. Sue Storm was wearing a leather jacket over a battle-damaged Fantastic Four costume. Her eyes were tired. It was past midnight. Yet a smile graced those lips as she saw Karla's bare legs, the pink vibrating egg buzzing away, the juice dripping onto the floor.

With a thought, invisible hands grabbed Karla's heels and shoulders. There was no asking. No need. Karla didn't struggle. She welcomed it. Her mistress pulled the vibrating egg out of her pussy with a wet pop, and moments later Sue's mouth was pressed against that gooey slit, sucking hard, listening to the sounds of delight that Karla made as her personal sex toy thrilled at that touch.

Instinctively, the implants in Karla's head buzzed. Her eyes began to glow.

"Use me, mistress...I'm all yours...eat me, fuck me, beat me..."

The words sank into the insatiable Invisible Woman's brain, enflaming and directing her desires. At the same time, Karla's own brain felt the backwash, her formerly independent personality collapsing into a submissive fuckpuddle. Her body utterly pliant as Sue shifted her position, the legs spread painfully wide, cunny on display.

The invisible dildo pushed inside her pussy. Karla began to pant. She saw Sue's own slit spread wide. A double-ended dildo. The two of them connected by a rod as thick as Karla's wrist.

"We only have an hour before Reed notices I'm gone," Sue said. "Let's see if I can make you cum..."

The first thrust of Sue's hips was violent, Karla's superhuman body bucking beneath the ****, her lower abdomen distending as the invisible dildo stabbed deep. Lesser women would have screamed in pain, but Moonstone was stronger, tougher. She had fought toe-to-toe with Captain Marvel and She-Hulk. She didn't scream. Her toes curled as the sudden sensation sent her over the edge.

Unobserved by both of them, Doctor Doom watched his "partner" get fucked like a cheap super-whore. Observed, too, Sue Storm's lack of control of her own desires, the weird co-dependency that Moonstone's implants had wrought.

As Sue Storm's pussy pounding became an unstoppable, frantic movement, uncontrolled, her body and mind lost in the moment, Doom made a decision.

The time of watching had ended. Moonstone had done her part. It was time to act.