Sue Storm Undresses Moonstone

The Invisible Woman's hands reached for the mask when suddenly the eyes of the villain glowed. An aura radiated from her blonde hair. Sue hesitated, instinctively throwing up a **** field around herself. Except she saw, through the glare, that Moonstone's eyes were closed. The villain was ****. Sue frowned and found herself suddenly lightheaded. The museum was quiet, someone had shut off the alarm.

For a moment, all was still above the nearly naked villain.

Nearly...

From afar, Doctor Doom manipulated the implants. Moonstone's alien artifact vibrated in accordance to his directions, though he knew his control was not so precise as Karla Sofen's own. Sue Storm's inhibitions were dropping. Doom could not direct her further than that, but all he needed was to buy time and allow the manipulation to work, until the Invisible Woman either gave in or assistance arrived—and on other screens, Doom wsa monitoring the approach of other forces, managing them.

Not forever. Minutes. But...

Sue Storm consciously relaxed her **** fields. She was not sure what was happening with Moonstone, but she could see no threat. Her hands touched the shredded costume. Felt the tense muscle beneath. Squeezed the soft breasts. The nipples so pink. Almost absently, Sue began to strip off what was left of the costume. Invisible scissors sliced through the fabric, but left the flesh untouched. All except the mask. That lent an air of mystery to her. A mystery that Sue wanted to save until last.

Later, when she was alone, Sue Storm would tell herself that she had been searching Moonstone for hidden devices. Weapons. Tracking bugs. Right here and now though, Sue wasn't thinking at all. She felt almost drunk, utterly absorbed in the naked body before her.

Her hands touched that mask. The last thing that Moonstone was wearing. The final mystery.

Which is when it happened.