Sue Storm's Panties

Moonstone stretched the little blue panties between her fingers. A symbol of her influence on one of the most powerful women in the world. It was almost...intoxicating. Part of the reason she had studied psychology in the first place. To learn how people work. How to manipulate them.

That had led her to power. Real power. The alien moonstone had transformed her from just another shrink into the top tier of supervillain powerhouses. Able to go toe to toe with Captain Marvel. To replace her. Now, with Doom's enhancements...

Karla brought the blue cloth closer to her face. She could still smell Sue Storm's pussy on them. Still see the little golden curls that had been trapped in the fabric. All those years punching things, when she could have done this. Combined her power and knowledge. Peel away a woman's desires, nudge her brain this direction and that. The deeper that the Invisible Woman fell under her sway, the more excited Moonstone became at her own power.

She shifted her position on the chair, and pulled up her black pencil skirt. There was no one to watch, no one to see as Karla slid into one of her private kinks. The blue fabric was pressed against her face. The elastic band pulled over her head. The used panties stretched across her face like a mask, and the slightly fishy smell of Sue Storm's slit seemed to fill her brain. Her tongue stretched out and tasted the fabric stretched over her mouth.

Moonstone's fingers slipped beneath her own panties as she tasted the Invisible Woman. Hot breath came hot and heavy as her tongue over and over the fabric. She couldn't rush things, but she wanted more than this. Wanted that beautiful bitch on her knees, wanted Sue Storm's tongue buried in her twat...

It wasn't the first time that Karla Sofen had imagined herself with a woman. Yet it was stronger, this time. Her implants buzzed imperceptibly, almost as if she was using her powers. Her head swam as she frigged herself with sudden, **** need.

"Susan," she moaned into the stolen panties. "Susan susan susan!"

Over and over like a mantra, as her eyes glowed. Lost in self-hypnosis as she fell deeper and deeper into own obsession.

In Doomstadt, the Latverian monarch watched the proceedings. Moonstone had no idea that the implants could be activated remotely, or that she was as susceptible to her own powers as anyone else. He watched in silence as the prim and proper villainess lost herself in an ecstatic goon session, utterly pathetic in her loss of self-control.

All was going as planned. The more dedicated Moonstone was to the task, the swifter and surer would Susan Storm be doomed...and through her, the hated Reed Richards would know the agony of utter defeat.