Sue Tries To Control Her Pill Habit

The Invisible Woman didn't tell Reed or the others. She couldn't. Not just because of the shame and embarrassment, but because of the very real possibility that they would take the pills away from her. And as much as Sue Storm knew the dangers of addiction, she could not, would not, give up the screaming, white-knuckle orgasms that each pill promised her.

Yet at the same time, she knew this couldn't go on forever. Sooner or later, she would slip, or Porkum would make a demand. She had no idea what else the pills were doing to her.

Which meant Sue Storm needed help.

S.H.I.E.L.D. and most of the heroic community were out; Sue Storm's reputation would be ruined. The villainous community could not be trusted. This left Sue Storm hunting through the back files of the Avengers databases, looking for that grey fringe between hero and villain. Someone with the expertise and resources to help her, and yet not the motivation to report or blackmail her.

Which is why, one afternoon, she took an unannounced side trip to New Jersey, ostensibly to follow up a lead on a new source of mutant growth hormone that was plaguing Newark. She took a cab to a sedate neighborhood, went invisible for a few miles as she tracked and backtracked to make sure no one was following her, then turned visible again on the doorstep of a nondescript four-bedroom house.

She rang the doorbell.

It opened almost immediately. Sue Storm stared into a metal face, smooth and beautiful as some ancient Greek statue of a goddess, if the Greeks had worked in steel and adamantium. Even the "hair" was of a piece with the head, a shoulder-length bob with smooth art-deco curves. Her metal body was covered in a red-and-green plaid shirt, the slim waist tucked into tight-fitting women's jeans.

"Sue Storm," the gynoid said.

"Jocasta," Sue greeted her. "I need your help."

"Please, come in."

The interior of the home seemed stuck in 1969. Everything was deliberately old-fashioned, a thrift store shopper's dream of some grandparent's house unravaged by the eons. In a lounge chair, reading a newspaper, was what looked like a mannikin with a plastic face.

"Hello, Aaron," Sue greeted him.

The Machine Man didn't lower his paper. His head telescoped up and the cold metal-and-glass eyes observed her. The head nodded.

"Mrs. Richards," he greeted her.

She was invited to sit, and did. Jocata took her own seat. The Machine Man carefully folded his paper and put it away. Sue dug out the bottle of Porkum's pills.

"For the last several weeks, I've been receiving these pills. I discovered they are from a villain named Porkum. I need someone to quietly analyze the contents, see if they can be synthesized. Porkum hasn't made any demands yet, but..." Sue hesitated.

"He will," Jocasta said with quiet surety. "Tell us the rest of it, please."

So Sue did. In explicit detail. More detail than she thought she could remember. The confession came tumbling out, the human woman unburdening herself to the two thinking machines. Sue felt her hands trembling. The need ached at her. She needed one right now, her hand went to the bottle, fumbling with the childproof lid—

"Should we stop her?" Aaron asked.

"No," Jocasta said. "We need to observe the effects. And it might be helpful, later..."

Sue Storm didn't swallow the pill. The two synthetic intelligences watched as the addicted woman pulled down her pants, cramming the small pink pill deep inside her pussy. They saw the nearly instant change that came over her. The flushing of the outer skin, the erection of her nipples, dilation of her eyes. Sue muffled a scream as she writhed in place, conscious control of her body lost as involuntary muscle spasms radiated out away from her squeezing cunt. They watched and recorded it all. Even the little white dribble that oozed out of her bared slit.

Jocasta collected it on one sterile metal finger.

"We will begin analysis immediately," the gynoid promised.