Sue Storm Is Too Busy For Me Time

The Moloids were revolting.

That meant seven days in Subterranea, dealing with the resulting civil war. Slightly complicated on Friday by the fact that a Moloid sorcerer made a pact with Dormammu and received a contingent of Nameless Ones to supplement the rebel forces. Alicia Masters babysat the children while the Fantastic Four was away, and Sue Storm's smartphone and the Me Time app on it was ignored.

There was no time to masturbate.

Meals consisted of food pills, eaten on the run, which minimized restroom breaks. Sleep was a luxury the family could ill afford. After the first 72 hours, Sue managed a three-hour catnap, and awoke groggy and unhappy as her brother Johnny collapsed into bed for his own stint of rest. When, at last, the peace accord was signed and the Democratic Republic of Moloidia assumed its place in Subterranea, Sue Storm wanted nothing more than to kiss her children good night, take a shower, and collapse into bed for 24 hours.

Her plan was well on the way when, while brushing her teeth, a familiar and insistent chime issued from her smartphone.

And because no one was actively trying to kill Sue Storm and her family at the moment, she answered it.

YOU ARE UNDERSEXED. FOR YOUR OWN WELLNESS, YOU NEED SOME ME TIME.
SEX TIME DEFICIT: 70 MINUTES
PENALTY: 110 MINUTES
ME TIME BEGINS NOW

Sue pulled the toothbrush out of her mouth and stared at the screen. It was blinking rapidly, pink flashes that made her blink.

Until she couldn't blink.

Until she couldn't look away as the masked woman came on screen.

Couldn't look away as the camera slid down to that shaven pussy, bare and naked, the fingers rubbing against it.

Couldn't stop her own left hand as it slid down between her legs and matched those patterns.

A time clicked down on the screen, but the world had shrunk down to Sue's phone and her pussy. She had no control, no ability to stop as her fingers matched the masked bitch on the screen. When she heard a moan, she moaned. When the woman squeezed her clit, so did Sue. When the woman came...

The bathroom soundproofing hid Sue Storm's cry as a wave flooded up her body, from the pulsing, needy clit that she relentlessly assaulted with her fingers and outward, muscles contracting as the wave of long-denied pleasure overwhelmed her.

The timer read:

170.00 minutes remaining

Her hand didn't stop. Neither did the woman on screen.

Three hours. Reed was already asleep in the bedroom. Food pills, when they caught up to you, could often lead to extended bathroom situations. He didn't bother to check on how Sue was doing.