Sue Storm Pretends To Fall Deeper Under Moonstone's Thrall

Today, Dr. Stone wore a tight purple vest over a white blouse, with matching skirt and three-inch heels. The vest...and the way the breasts were pushed up and the blouse opened...did amazing things to the blonde villain's cleavage, and Sue Storm had to focus to avoid her gaze being drawn down into those fleshy depths. The heroine herself was dressed comparatively casual: blue sweat pants and shirt over a modified Fantastic Four costume that was little more than a tank top and thigh-hugging shorts.

The two women smiled, shook hands, and took their accustomed seats. Dr. Stone poured the tea, and Sue waited patiently. Tony Stark had told her it would take a session or two for his device to map out the network of whoever Moonstone was in league with. That meant she needed to hold out that long without arousing suspicion before she could retrieve it.

Sue took the cup of tea gratefully and enjoyed a sip. It was a different blend today—jasmine, with a hint of something else, sharp and acidic, underneath. Dr. Stone sipped hers demurely, and for a moment the two of them just sat opposite one another, players in an invisible chess game, each unaware how much the other knew.

They spoke about the past week. Sue Storm answered honestly about her life: the Mad Thinker's attempt to use his androids to conquer New York's Uber market, Franklin accidentally making a colored pencil in a color that existed outside human perception, the need to install more adamantium toilets before Ben Grimm's next poker night...and her continued lack of sex with her husband. The last presented an opening for what Sue thought might be Moonstone's true question.

"Have you been getting your exercise in at night, like we discussed?" Dr. Stone said, her gaze sharp and penetrating.

"A little," Sue lied, thinking of the nights she'd frigged herself almost raw. She needed to pretend to be under Moonstone's thrall, so she pitched her voice to show contrition. "I want to, I really do, but I've been so busy lately. Sometimes I just go straight to bed."

"Well, that's no good!" Dr. Stone said firmly. "You can't continue to neglect your sexual health like that! And I've got just the thing—"

All of a sudden, Dr. Stone's eyes began to glow. At first, Sue had taken it to be a trick of the light, but now that she looked for it, the Invisible Woman could see it clearly, a sign that Moonstone was using her alien-derived powers in some fashion—and then her eyes fluttered heavily, and the heroine slumped in the chair.

Dr. Stone unbuttoned her vest. She wasn't wearing a bra beneath her blouse, and sweat made the wet fabric cling to her nipples. The villain thrust her breasts into Sue Storm's face. Moonstone's head buzzed maddeningly as the implants directed her power to keeping Sue Storm in a suggestible state.

"Masturbate more," Moonstone said, her voice husky. "Whenever you get a chance, even during the day. Think about my tits when you touch yourself. Not your limp-dicked husband, not some super-stud. You want these titties, don't you?"

"...yes," Sue's voice came out silence. All the fight and planning had drained out of her. She was utterly **** to any question Dr. Stone might ask.

"Good. What are you going to masturbate to tonight?" Dr. Stone said.

"Your breasts," Sue Storm said.

"Do you love my juggs?" Dr. Stone prompted.

"I love them," Sue said, head drooping a little but eyes fixed on the soft, pillowy masses barely contained by the wet cloth. "They're perfect."

"Well, we have a little while," Dr. Stone said, her voice cruel. "Touch yourself. Through your clothes. Masturbate while thinking about nothing but my magnificent mammaries until I tell you to stop!"

The Invisible Woman's right hand went to her crotch. She had to press hard through the soft fabric of the sweat pants, and then the thin unstable molecule fabric of her costume shorts, and the padded panty underneath, to really feel it. Yet she rubbed her slit. Her blue eyes drank in the sight of those tights, every little bump and soft puling vein, the beautiful curve of them that made the white clouse cling to them, the stiffness of the little nipples...Sue moaned as she rubbed harder, a pleasant warmth spreading outward from her crotch.

Moonstone gritted her teeth. If Sue hadn't been masturbating, then the suggestion at last week's session hadn't gone through strongly enough. That threw off her timetable. She needed Sue Storm to be a lesbian slut addicted to her body if she was going to break up the Fantastic Four. As the implants in her skull buzzed with a maddening intensity, Moonstone closed her eyes and tried to hold Sue in this state as long as she could. Ignoring the pain that built and built in her skull, the hot wet blood that oozed from one nostril as synaptic seepage took its toll.

Minutes passed. The two women were locked in a bizarre moment that would have shocked anyone who walked in. Yet they were alone in the private office, secure and unharried by the outside world.

Until at last, Moonstone fell back with a gasp, turning around quickly and reaching for a red handkerchief in her drawer.

Sue Storm blinked and stood up. Had she dozed off? She saw Moonstone's back to her, the villain doing something.

"Sorry!" Dr. Stone said as she turned around, one hand adjusting her vest, the other holding the handkerchief to her nose. "I really need to get a humidifier. The dryness up here is killing my sinuses."

The Invisible Woman kept a poker face of motherly concern on, still trying to process what happened. She knew something had happened. One moment, she and Moonstone had been talking. The next...Sue recalled the glowing eyes. The realization came that Moonstone had done something to her. But what?

"Why don't we call the session here? I hope you remember what we've talked about. See you next week, unless you're saving the world?" Dr. Stone said.

"Unless," Sue Storm agreed as she stood, aware now of the liquid heat in her crotch, glad that the absorbent panties would hide it. She almost felt as though she had wet herself, except...except her pussy was sore. Pleasantly sore. In fact, she wanted to touch it right now.

The Invisible Woman stole one more glance at Moonstone's cleavage, fixing the sight in her mind as she said her final goodbyes and left.