Sue Storm Buys A Gimp Suit

"This mask allows breathability, but completely covers sight. You see the O-shaped gag? Keeps your mouth available for use, but doesn't allow you to speak. Optional restraints for the arms and legs with these straps. The stiletto heels do take some getting used to—most of our clients can barely walk in them—not that they mind. It is all part of the aesthetic. You are enclosed, you are controlled!"

The young Asian woman giving the sales pitch was taking Sue Storm's measurement. The heroine stared at the feaureless, shiny black expanse of the eyes. The suit was designed to accentuate the female figure while concealing the identity. Once you were in the suit, you weren't a person anymore. Just a sex toy. Something to be used.

"It's perfect," Sue said, and flourished her credit card—the black one without a credit limit that Tony Stark provided them. "I'll take it."

"Darling, are you sure about this?" Reed said, as he saw his wife lube her body up to squeeze into the black latex shell.

"Dr. Stone said I need to form positive associations," Sue Storm said. "What is more positive than getting fucked like a ragdoll while trapped in latex?"

She gave him a leer.

"Just think, you can do anything to me. And it could be anyone doing anything to me. We can pretend you're passing me around to your friends," Sue said. She smiled at him, glad that since she had started her sessions with Dr. Stone she had learned how to push some of Reed's buttons. "Think about that. Me waiting there, meek and patient, as all those strong, hard cocks dump their cum in my unprotected cunt—"

Reed didn't sigh. He stiffened. Trousers tented massively. Sue grinned. This was going to feel great.

Inside the latex suit was something else. It gripped her, all over. Squeezed her body. The gag let her tongue play, and she could breath through the nose-holes or her mouth, but she couldn't see and her body was unnaturally stiff, her balance off as she tried to take baby-steps in the stilettos. Reed had fastened the straps so that Sue's arms were behind her back, unable to even use them for balance.

It was hot. Literally hot. Sweat running down her skin. In the darkness behind the mask, she tried to navigate their bedroom. Reed guided her, his hand a comforting presence on her shoulder.

Until her knocked her onto the bed.

The zipper over her crotch was pulled down, to expose her pussy and ass. Sue shivered, wondered if this was what it was like to be raped. Yet she wasn't scared, for all that her heart hammered in her chest. She was excited. This is what Dr. Stone had told her to do, this was what...

"Excellent," Dr. Stone's voice came from somewhere off to the right. "She's helpless?"

"Utterly," Reed Richards said. Sue twisted her neck, momentarily tempted to use her powers, to make the mask transparent. What was this? A betrayal, an affair, an unplanned menage a trois?"

"Good," Dr. Stone's voice came from behind her. "Because I've been wanting to taste this cunt for a long time."

When a mouth closed over her pussy, Sue Storm screamed into her gag.