Sue Storm Needs To Cum Once A Day

Moonstone's hands clutched Sue Storm's head. The Invisible Woman's eyes rolled back in her skull as the air seemed to vibrate around the villain's fingertips. Froth flecked the blonde beauty's lips, and the villain grinned with maniacal intensity as gravimetric waves buffeted the heroine's brain with greater intensity than she had ever dared before. To plant a complex instruction deep inside of her brain.

"You're going to be a GOOD GIRL. GOOD GIRLS cum, everyday. You NEED to cum, everyday. You will MAKE yourself cum, everyday. While thinking of me."

Sue Storm's pussy convulsed as gravimetric pressure was applied to the pleasure centers of her brain. Her pussy squirted hot and wet, her body heaved against the ropes. Over and over, the words sank into Sue's mind, each time they became more true...

When the Invisible Woman came back to her senses, Dr. Stone was already untying the knots. The doctor smiled, massaged the places where the rope had rubbed against the skin. Sue blinked, her body trembling in the aftermath of an intense experience, with that familiar lassitude that came after a good climax...but also a head that felt like it was stuffed full of cotton wool.

Is this a reaction to BDSM play? Sue thought to herself. She took her time getting dressed, casting eyes over at Dr. Stone as the other blonde did likewise. There was a satisfied smile on the doctor's face, an air of confidence, flushed cheeks. She looked so happy and content. Sue herself felt...good.

Yet there was something else. Something unfulfilled inside of her.

They parted with a hug, and Sue Storm walked the streets of New York City, trying to clear her head. To figure out what was wrong with her.

In the Baxter Building, it was Taco Night. Reed Richards was giving a lecture on capsaicin. Johnny was providing the heat. Ben was doing the actual cooking. Alicia Masters was putting the tacos together by touch while the children helped. Sue smiled, enjoyed a fish taco and sipped at a Perrier while Ben and Johnny enjoyed a couple of cold Mexican cervizas.

The children were put to bed. Reed had work in the lab, as usual. Sue gave him a kiss and told him not to work too late, though she knew he would. It was practically their little ritual.

Sue Storm showered and changed into a large Fantastic Four t-shirt, not even bothering with panties. She lay down alone in bed, as she always did. Tucked between the cool sheets. All by herself.

Except...her hand pulled up the hem of the t-shirt. Found her clit. The soft pads of her fingers found the little sensitive nub of her clit and began to rub. At first idly, as if to relax herself before she slept. Then with increasing purpose. Need. Sue huffed, suddenly hot, eyes squeezed shut as she imagined Dr. Stone's face, her body. Her cunt. The image burned in her mind as Sue frigged herself terrible frantic speed. Until her knees bent and her lower body arched up, and a soft cry burst from her lips.

"Karla!"

Unaware that someone heard her exclamation.