Sue Storm's Confidence Is Shattered

When it was over, Karla led the shaking, naked heroine away.

They bathed, then soaked in a Japanese hot tub. Sue Storm stared blearily as the psychiatrist massaged her sore body, carefully spreading a cooling ointment on the red and purple stripes on the heroine's buttocks and labia. Karla watched her carefully. There was a haunted look to those blue eyes. The Invisible Woman was working through the sensations she had felt today, but it was more than that the effects of orgasm after orgasm and the strokes of a horsecrop.

Failure. The immensity of her failure. The utter inability of the Invisible Woman to stop climaxing. The complete loss of self-control.

She had been a superhero for years. Traveled to other planets, other dimensions. Yet all that confidence, all that resilience, was fragile. One failure was a crack. Repeated failures though...it was like quicksand. The harder you fought, the deeper your sank. Until you couldn't sink any further. It wasn't always enough to break them, but when their self-confidence was at its lowest...that was when they were truly ****. When all their trauma, so long suppressed, could come out.

The battles. The stress. The people they'd seen die. The ones they'd killed, and the ones they couldn't save. No hero ever made it their entire year without regrets, without seeing blood and bodies, without facing every time they hadn't been strong enough, or fast enough. Now Sue Storm was processing all of that.

They had a single room, together, with a single bed. Karla wore only a plain white t-shirt for pajamas, not bothering with panties; she made Sue shrug into an oversized Fantastic 4 t-shirt, and then she guided Sue to a mirror and brushed her hair. Waiting patiently for what was coming.

Wet tears trickled from the Invisible Woman's eyes like diamonds.

"I'm a pathetic superslut," Sue Storm whispered. Her first word in hours.

"Yes," Karla said. Softly. Confidently. As the heroine turned and buried her head in her shoulder, Karla wrapped her arms around her. She let Sue sob, all the pent-up emotions forcing themselves out. In the mirror, Moonstone saw her own smile. There was a terrible excitement that came when someone broke. It was a thrill that went beyond the erotic, to hold someone's life in her hands.

Because once they were broken, she could remake them.

"Now, you know," Karla said. "You know your weakness. You know what might happen. You've bottled up your sexuality so long that it was hurting you, and now it's come to the point where it might hurt other people. So you need to make a decision. About what you're going to do next. Do you go on as the Invisible Woman, knowing you might cum at a critical moment?"

Even the word made Sue Storm quiver and shake. A soft moan escaped her lips, unbidden, inevitable.

"Or," Karla said, her smile a little wider. "Will you do something else?"