Sue Hesitates, So Moonstone Offers To Eat Her Out

Sue Storm had spent her life thinking of herself as purely heterosexual; her every lesbian desire ignored or suppressed. In her sexual life, she had been an equal partner with her husband; the whole BDSM scene was new to her too, and the mantle of a dominatrix sat lightly on her shoulders. In the face of Dr. Stone's fervor, Sue Storm's heart leaped—but her confidence wavered.

She was new to this. Unsure of how to respond.

Karla noticed immediately. The hesitation. The moment of silence.

"Shall I eat you out, mistress?" Karla said, her tone supplicant. "May this slut pleasure your pussy?"

The Invisible Woman's mind seized on the suggestion. Her heart quickened. But deep instincts warred with Sue Storm's artificially-awakened desires.

She needed a little push.

Karla was still suspended in mid-air. Sue's hand cupped her muff. With careful muscular control, the woman in the invisible bonds shifted her crotch and hips just enough so that the fingers penetrated her—and then she squeezed. Tight enough to get Sue's attention. Tight enough to send little drops of pussy juice oozing down the Invisible Woman's fingers.

"Please, mistress. I can't do it on my own. You have to tell me to do it!" Karla said—and she closed her eyes to hide as best she could the glow from the tell-tale use of her powers, the little gravimetric pulse that sent Sue into a suggestive state. The implants in Moonstone's skull shifted into a higher frequency, one that made her back teeth ache, but the villain endured.

"Yes," Sue Storm said hesitantly, as that pussy clamped and unclamped around her fingers. "You—you should lick my pussy. That's what you deserve. That's all that you're good for."

With a thought, Karla swung around and flipped over. Her ass, warm and red from the spanking, now pointed toward the floor. Her head descended to barely a foot above the floor.

And Sue Storm's ass descended, eclipsing the light that shone through the closed eyelids. Until Karla could feel the hot, muscular mass press against her cheeks, and something warm and salty met her eager lips and tongue.

"Suck my twat, cuntslave!" Sue Storm barked.