Sue Storm Steps on Moonstone's Pussy

The Invisible Woman put the full weight of her body on her toes. Moonstone grunted, the blonde pinned to the ground, unable to resist as her clit was crushed beneath Sue Storm's foot. Pain shot through the villain's crotch. Yet Sue Storm didn't use the Rigellian gravity nullifier again. Not yet.

This was...more interesting.

It wasn't like Sue Storm was one of those sick people who got off on torture, she told herself. Yet there was something fascinating, even beautiful, in the blush that spread across Moonstone's face. The way her nipples hardened, the squelch of wetness as Sue pressed down. The villain was getting off on this, at least to some degree.

Sue decided to use that.

"I know you're working with Doom," the heroine said. "And you know what he'll do to you if he thinks he's been betrayed. There's nowhere you can run from him. But if you surrender and tell me everything, I can protect you."

Sue shifted her weight, taking some of the pressure off. Rubbed the ball of her foot against Karla's crotch.

"I can be very gentle and considerate, if you're a good girl," the Invisible Woman said.

Karla's hazel eyes shifted from defiant to worried. She stared up at the Invisible Woman, and knew without saying so that her hypnotic sessions with Sue Storm must have unlocked something inside of her. A latent BDSM kink, a dominant personality, something. Probably only a temporary aberration, without more sessions, but that could be a problem, going forward...or an opportunity.

Moonstone licked her lips.

"And what happens if I don't cooperate?" the villain insisted.

A thought. Invisible scissors sliced through pants and sweaters. The fragments of clothing were peeled away by invisible hands, so that Karla lay there, naked and exposed. Helpless.

Sue Storm moved the toe of her shoe to the entrance of Karla's pussy.

"I have ways of making you talk," the Invisible Woman said, without any trace of irony.

Karla's eyes glowed. The implants buzzed in her head. To Sue Storm, it looked like Moonstone was trying vainly to bust free from her invisible manacles. The heroine blinked, suddenly dizzy as the gravimetric pulse hit her brain, knocking her into a state of suggestibility akin to three-quarters of a liter of tequila.

"Fine," Moonstone said. "Let's talk...."