Sue Storm Walks Out The Door (But Can't Go Home)

The Invisible Woman stared at that pussy the way a woman dying of thirst stares at a poison pool of water. The room was silent for a long, drawn-out moment. The steady light burned in Karla's eyes, the implants buzzed maddeningly in her skull. She could not control. Lower inhibitions, increase suggestibility, but not command. Sue Storm would have to do this herself if it were to have the desired effect.

Like a drunken woman, Sue Storm stood. Her face showed the strain of an internal struggle. It wasn't a matter of willpower; it was something more fundamental. Desires warred with her basic character. Sue Storm was a loving wife and mother. She was a hero. These were not masks she wore, roles that she could pick up and put down at her leisure. They were who she was.

Stiff-legged, Sue Storm turned. She tore her head away and walked out of the door. Karla's face twisted into a mask of frustration. For a moment, she thought of hitting Sue Storm with a real whammy—something that would send her to her knees.

But she had a better idea.

By the time Sue Storm hit the street, Moonstone was in costume and in the air. Her eyes glowed again when she caught sight of the Invisible Woman. The heroine's steps took her on a long, circuitous route, not directly home. Working through her thoughts, the internal conflict that shook the core of her building. Trying to reconcile her love for her husband and family with her awakened Sapphic desires, her experiences as a cheating lesbian slut.

What followed was a game of sorts. Moonstone kept Sue in sight as much as possible, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, sometimes flying or hovering between buildings. Doing her best to remain out of sight. With her inhibitions suppressed, Sue Storm was **** to undergo her long, dark night of the soul with a severe handicap. Blood oozed down Moonstone's nostrils as the continual low-level use of her powers strained her to the utmost. Yet she saw the longing in Sue's gaze as she passed lesbian bars, a pair of women kissing in the park, a woman not wearing a bra, her substantial tits clearly visible through a thin top.

With every step, Sue Storm felt the temptations that surrounded her. It would take only a single slip for her to fall prey to the aching need inside of her. The desires that Karla had awakened within her.

It was only a question of time. Yet as the blood oozed from her eyes in crimson tears, Karla wondered what would give out first—Sue's character, or Moonstone's brain.