Tell Me Who You're Working For

Moonstone froze. Her heart skipped a beat. Her tongue was lodged in Sue Storm's pussy. In her mistress's pussy. Her hazel eyes rose to meet Sue's...

...and she stared into the cold, icy blue eyes of the Invisible Woman. Arctic depths.

With a thought, Moonstone knew, Sue could end her. An invisible bubble could burst in her brain. Or compress her into a ball of meat. Fear shook her. The terribly certainty that Sue knew. That she had seen through Karla's careful deceptions, that this was all a game and now Karla was going to prison or work...

...and that was if Doctor Doom didn't kill her just to protect his secrets.

Sue's smile broke through Karla's fear. Her mistress's hands gripped Karla's face. The blue eyes, so frightening a moment before, seemed to sparkle with secret mirth.

"It's not a hard question, you silly slut," Sue Storm said. "Who owns you? Whos is your domme? Whose pussy do you want to eat as soon as you get up in the morning, and before you go to bed at night? Who owns your sodden, sloppy cunt?"

Just like that, Karla's heart melted. Her vision blurred with hot tears. Her tongue, stuck in Sue Storm's pussy, pulled back.

"You," Karla said, and made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "I work for your. My pussy belongs to you. Mistress."

For Sue Storm, perhaps it was still a dominance game. Her heart seemed to sing within her, elated that she had exhibited such effortless dominance to reduce the haughty psychiatrist to tears. Yet for Moonstone, whose own submissive personality waxed just as the Invisible Woman's dominance gathered strength, it's was a declaration from the heart. Like carving Sue's initials on her own heart.

She didn't love Sue Storm. Yet she had just declared herself Sue's property.

Karla meant every word.

Now, all she had to do was make Sue Storm into the mistress she could be.