Sue Storm is Intrigued

The session ended abruptly, from Sue Storm's perspective. One moment, the Invisible Woman was bound, her face being used like a lonely housewife's washing machine. The heroine could still hear the echo of Karla's moans in her ears, feel the wet fluids from the doctor's pussy on her face. Dr. Stone held a strange, satisfied smirk on her face as she undid the knots.

Sue blinked, licked her lips, tasted something oddly fishy...and realized it was pussy. The blonde was talking about aftercare, gently massaging an aloe-based gel into the small pink rope burns on the Invisible Woman's bare skin, but Sue was barely listening. Her head felt mushy, as if her brain had been wrapped in cotton wool.

That had been...interesting.

The Invisible Woman had been tied up many times in her life. More than most women; hell, more than most heroines, if only because she had been in the business longer than most of the others. Sometimes, villains had broken the unspoken rule and made some sexual comment, or tried to cop a feel. Yet this was the first time that Sue had been...used.

More importantly, it was the first time that she hadn't fought back against it. There had been no effort to escape, no resistance, no threats or curses or stoic dignity. Sue had been a sexual object, and a part of her thrilled at the excitement that had accompanied that objectification. The strange mental release that came from not having to fight the feelings and sensations that had gone through her body.

She had simply...been. Aware. Conscious. Maybe even eager. The experience had been so fast, that Sue hadn't been able to properly process it all. Even now, the memories were oddly muffled in her brain.

As they dressed, Sue stole glances at Dr. Stone. The soft curve of Karla's ass. The swell of her breasts. The flat, toned stomach, the slight bulge of muscles in thigh, bicep, and shoulder.

Sue licked her lips again. A strange flutter went through her stomach. She was already looking forward to her next session.