Sue Storm Fails, As Dr. Stone Predicted

The exercise bell hit the floor with a crash. Sue Storm moaned, thighs quivering. The riding crop was in Dr. Stone's hand in an instant. It came crashing down on the Invisible Woman's naked backside. The sharp shock was so unexpected that Sue cried out.

"Again," Dr. Stone said, her voice stern.

Sue Storm took a deep breath. The vibrators buzzed against clit and nipple. Porn played continuously all around her. She focused her concentration, and the exercise weight rose off the ground on an invisible column.

Dr. Stone waited for what she judged to be the right moment. She studied Sue's face. The flushed cheeks. The dilated eyes. Signs of arousal. Signs of her concentration about to slip.

"Cum for me," she whispered.

The face transformed into an idiot mask of ecstasy. The eyes lost focus, the lips pursed, forehead uncreased as conscious thought stopped. Once again, the exercise weight crashed to the floor.

Dr. Stone brought the whip down again. A red stripe already crossed the heroine's ass.

This time, Sue didn't yelp.

"Again," she said, fighting to keep her lips from curling into a smile.

One of the most powerful women in the world was kneeling naked before her. Letting her punish her with both pleasure and pain. It sent a thrill through the villain, a kind of high that exceeded any manipulation she had ever known.

She could see it in Sue's eyes. With each failure, the heroine's confidence took a hit. The quiet strength and composure of the Invisible Woman unraveled, inch by inch. Still...Moonstone was under no illusions. Sue Storm wouldn't break completely, not even after weeks of preparation.

Not unless she was given a push.

Moonstone's eyes glowed. Sue Storm shuddered in a different way. Her body, reeling after multiple climaxes, suddenly slackened. The exercise weight wobbled.

"You keep failing," Dr. Stone said. "You keep cumming. Are you that much of a slut? Are you that weak? Can you not do anything except think about your pussy?"

The riding crop touched the swollen, sensitive labia. Sue Storm gave a little mewl. This time, Moonstone couldn't resist a smile.

"Maybe you should stop pretending to be a superheroine," she said. "You're just a slut who likes to cum. It's good to cum."

The climax rippled through Sue Storm's body. Different, this time. The programmed response was stronger, more natural this time.

What Moonstone did not notice at the time was that the weight remained suspended.