Sue Storm's Panties and Bras Are Gone

Sue Storm awoke to find the covers thrown off.

Naked.

The cuff was off of her leg. She sat up, right away. The cuff had been unfastened. It was a simple velcro cuff. Something that a sleep-walking Sue Storm shouldn't have been able to remove, if she was just moving on automatic pilot. Her hand reached out and she shook Reed's shoulder.

He stirred, blinked—and then came awake instantly. His brown eyes took in her naked body, the cuff that was off her slim ankle—and he frowned.

"I woke up like this!" Sue Storm said.

He nodded. No accusations. No questioning her sanity. He raised his head and said:

"H.E.R.B.I.E.? Show us the footage from last night."

The great screen opposite the bed blinked into life. Reed sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He and Sue looked at the screen, which had divided into eight sectors, replaying the darkness in various spectrums.

"You filmed us last night!? Without telling me? " Sue said. Then realization hit her. "Because if I knew, I might go invisible and try to avoid it."

They zoomed in on a point not long after Sue and Reed were both sound asleep. Sue watched herself throw off the covers, reach down, undo the cuff, then slide off the bed. Watched herself strip, and then...

"Oh my God!" Sue said, horrified, as she saw herself ransack her own clothing. Panties and bras went into the chute to the molecular disintegrator in the basement. Then Sue began to...play with herself.

For hours. The pair watched in fascination, the footage fastforwarded, as the Invisible Woman's fingers explored her pussy, squeezed her tits, rubbed her cunny on various services. Bit her hand to avoid making noise when she came. It was only near dawn that the naked woman slid back into bed. She was asleep for only a few minutes before she woke up and Sue recognized her own surprised expression.

Then the crushing exhaustion hit her. The soreness of her pussy.

"What's happening to me!?" Sue asked. "Why would I do that?"

"I'm not sure you are doing that," Reed said, as he stroked his chin. "Your movements showed no familiarity with the layout of the room. You had to hunt for your underwear, the chute to the basement. You never turn invisible, even when you were in danger of being discovered. As if you didn't know how. I suspect your body is being puppeted by someone, or some thing. Perhaps someone who can only take control while you're asleep."

"I had that dream again," Sue Storm said, as she rubbed her tired eyes. She **** herself to her feet. "I need coffee. Then we're calling someone to make sure I'm not insane, and we can plan our next move."