Sue Says Nothing, Keeps Seeing Dr. Stone

"And how have you been?" Dr. Stone said.

The psychiatrist was wearing a black leather corset. No bra. Her impressive bust pushed up and together like two loaves of rising bread dough. Shoulders bare, golden hair loose. The leather pants and cowboy boots clinched a look somewhere between cowgirl and dominatrix. Sue Storm smiled outwardly, and inwardly too, aware of how her shrink was trying to catch her attention.

"Really good. That DVD you gave me, **** CHEATING LESBIAN WHORES, and the women are so hot...it really helps me get off, watching them break the bonds of matrimony. I especially like it when they make little rituals of it. This one woman, Kayla, made the blonde wife Shurie take off her wedding ring and piss on it..."

It was quiet banter. Sue Storm was glad she hadn't dressed too provocatively herself. The skirt went all the way to her knee, the t-shirt barely revealed her midriff, and the bra...

Sue blinked, realizing there was only bare fabric over her nipples. Am I not wearing a bra?

Dr. Stone nodded, tilted her head. Sue blinked at the glare of the sun reflected off the glasses. Then blinked again as Moonstone's gravimetric pulse hit her forebrain like a brick wrapped in Egyptian cotton. The heroine's eyelids fluttered heavily as she sank limply into the chair. Barely conscious. Very receptive.

Karla's smile faded. She stood, the buzzing in her skull from Doom's implants maddening. She crossed the few feet between them and stuck her hand under Sue Storm's skirt. Sue moaned as the fingers met no impedance. Moonstone gave a wicked grin as her fingers rubbed the bare slit.

"Good girl. You don't have to wear panties or a bra around me. You like to tease me with that beautiful body, after all," Karla said. Her words dripped with venom. "In fact, you like to taunt and tease me. It gets you excited to think of someone so obsessed with you. You wonder how far you can take it...and when you rub your pussy to that porn, you'll imagine yourself there, cheating on your husband with me. Just a harmless little fantasy..."

Sue mumbled something. The words sank into her brain. Karla felt the copper taste in her mouth, the neural seepage that prolonged use of the implants caused.

By the time Sue Storm left, a little dizzy and without clear memories of the last fifteen minutes, and a fresh DVD full of porn in her purse.

As Karla splashed two fingers of Canadian rye into a tumbler, Doctor Doom's holographic head came into being above the desk. He didn't look happy. His mask made him incapable of looking happy.

"Your mental suggestions have grown more detailed. Complex. Assertive," he said. "That could cause behavioral changes faster than scheduled."

"I know what I'm doing," Karla said, then felt the trickle of blood run down from her nose. It dripped into the whiskey glass.

She grimaced, and swallowed it anyway, shaking her head as she **** it down.

"Your jealousy might be your undoing," Doctor Doom said. "Sue Storm need not have an affair with you for the project to go forward. If necessary, I can arrange—"

"This is my project, Victor!" Karla stood up, voice raised as she glared at the hologram. Which was pointless. She had no idea where the camera was. "You came to me! Let me do this my own way! I'll steal Susan Storm from her gods-damned-husband and family if I have to fuck her brain until she loves me!"

Moonstone sat back down heavily. She poured herself another drink. More slowly this time.

"Let me work," she said.

After a long moment, Doctor Doom signed off with a curt: "Very well."