Sue Storm Should Get Her Money's Worth

"Honestly, it's been fantastic," Sue Storm said, holding her teacup in both hands. "I mean, Nairobi is just a godsend. She's been getting paid, has plenty of time for her studies, and I'm getting my pussy eaten every day of the week. Frankly, I never imagined life like this. I don't know how I'll ever go back to not getting my cunt licked on demand."

The heroine sipped her tea. She had an oddly relaxed air to her. She smiled easily. Her movements were loose and limber. Radiant with health and happiness.

Time to pop that bubble, Moonstone thought to herself.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," Dr. Stone said, and her head tilted forward, catching the light in that way that made her glasses circles of flame. "But are you enjoying yourself enough?"

Sue Storm blinked slowly. Dr. Stone caught the tea cup before it slipped from the heroine's hands, the blonde languidly settling into the chair.

"After all, you're paying for Nairobi's services. Her body. You practically own her. She's your mistress. Your personal fucking whore."

Each word was punctuated by a specific gravimetric pulse, a technique that Moonstone had been developing to lead Sue even further along the path of degeneracy.

"She owes you more than sex. You need to use her. She's your bitch, your slut, your cunt. Say it."

"She's my bitch," Sue Storm repeated numbly.

"And?"

"She's my...slut," Sue said hesitantly.

"And?"

"She's my cunt," Sue said with more confidence.

Moonstone's lips curled into a smile.

"That's right. Let's say it together. What is Nairobi?"

"She's my bitch, slut, cunt," they repeated, saying the words together.

They repeated it several times. Just to make sure Sue Storm got the message.

Sue Storm rode the elevator of the Baxter Building up to the living quarters. Her thoughts were oddly clear, as they often were after one of her sessions with Dr. Stone. Sue wasn't sure what it was about their conversations that gave her such a sense of confidence and purpose, but the Invisible Woman knew she would never have had her relationship with Nairobi without Dr. Stone's help. She was grateful for that.

The Invisible Woman waved at her children in the living room as she headed straight toward her personal masseuse. They waved back, busy building something with glowing blue and purple blocks that crackled with barely-contained energies. She wasn't too worried. Reed was with them. She really wasn't sure what she would do without her husband.

Nairobi was bent over a desk, doing some homework when Sue walked in. They hadn't decided on a particular uniform, but the dark-skinned young woman was in a metallic blue dress that left her arms bare. She looked up as the Invisible Woman closed and locked the door behind her.

"Need a rub down?" Nairobi asked, a knowing smile on her face.

Sue gestured. Invisible hands grabbed and lifted the young woman bodily into the air.

"What I need," Sue said, as she pulled up Nairobi's dress and tore off the panties. "Is this pussy I'm paying so much for."

Nairobi wiggled against her bonds as Sue licked her clit roughly, stabbing a thumb into her clit and tugging so that she could really dig her tongue into the juicy slit. Then she started to moan. Like the whore she was.