Sue Gets A Little Too Into It

As Sue sat in the bathroom, waiting on tenterhooks, Reed sent her a reply:

RR: Dirty girl. What would you do? How far would you go?

Sue Storm bit her lip. There it was. An opening. Her imagination fired with possibilities. It was like that one creative writing class she had taken at university. She had so many ideas, but struggled to get them all out. Yet she had to play the part of the hotwife. And she couldn't take so long. Reed was waiting for her reply.

SSR: It isn't about what I would do, it's about what they would make me do. I could try to leave and they'd crowd me close, until I could hardly breathe. No way to get out, even if invisible. One of them, a huge man used to command, would tell me to he had to pee, and order me to get his cock out.

The Invisible Woman tapped rapidly, hitting some creative stride, an image she had to get out.

SSR: A cock as thick as my wrist, barely able to fit my fingers around it. So hot and heavy. It would pulse as his acrid urine hit the toilet, the smell so strong it makes my head spin. The others might crowd close, but he would silence them with a glare, dare any of them to come forward. Maybe his hand would roam over my body as he emptied his bladder, until there was nothing left and it was dripping.

Something broke in Sue Storm. A wall to internal kinks she didn't realize she had. She could see that Reed was typing something, but she continued on, unable to stop:

SSR: Then his hand would grab my hair, and I'd look into his Atlantean eyes and order me to get on my knees and clean him with my mouth...and I would do it, shaking with need, with desire, unable to resist that raw animal magnetism and royal demeanor.

Sue Storm blinked as she reread the message she had just sent, and a cold pressure seemed to grasp her heart.

Namor. She had just been thinking about Namor. Fantasizing. And she had sent it to Reed...