Tess Tempest Wants To Strip Sue Storm Herself

"Wait!" Mae said. There was a wicked smile on the blonde's face. "Change of plans. I want to strip you myself."

Sue Storm blanched. Then her blue eyes grew hard. Her mouth set into a thin line.

"Very well," Sue said.

The naked woman stood up, a strange smile on her face. She gestured toward a corner of the living room with more space; dominated as it was by a floor-to-ceiling metal pole.

"Go over there. Take off your shoes. Stand with your arms and legs apart."

The Invisible Woman swallowed her pride and complied. Her feet weren't bare—the Fantastic Four uniform that Sue wore beneath her civilian clothes included soft booties that slipped inside her sneakers—yet somehow Sue felt more naked already.

It didn't help that Mae took a moment to admire Sue as she stood before the pole. There was a light in the woman's eyes that Sue didn't like. As if she was undressing Sue mentally before she undressed her in fact. Sue had seen that look in the eyes of men, sometimes, and even in her own woman. But as the naked pornstar stood up, her swollen breasts jigging at every step, Sue felt a lurch in her stomach.

Mae reached for the zipper of Sue Storm's hoodie, and Sue's face was an impassive mask as her old friend pulled it down. Nor the the Invisible Woman give any resistance as the naked woman pulled it off of her shoulders and down her arms, until it slipped free. Slowly, carefully, Mae folded the garment and laid it on the couch cushion.

They continued with the rest of Sue's civilian garb. The tight-fitting exercise clothes she wore on top of her uniform were peeled off easily. Mae's delight as she saw the 4-symbol over Sue's breast emerge was real. Sue couldn't help but notice that the pink nipples on those silicone-swollen breasts were erect, the shaven puss seemed damp.

Until Sue stood there in her Fantastic Four uniform. As if she was ready to go out on an adventure.

"You know, I'm part of the Fantastic Four fanclub," Mae said, as her fingers brushed Sue's collar. "I've seen the changes to your uniform over the years. They tend to look like they're all of one piece, but that wouldn't be very practical. You'd want to be able to get into it and out of it quickly—ah!"

Mae smiled broadly as her fingers found the hidden seam. With the soft peel of velcro—Reed insisted it wasn't velcro at all, but some nano-material he'd cooked up from unstable molecules, but it acted and sounded much the same way when coming apart—the flap came down, over Sue Storm's breasts. All the way down the trim stomach to the waist, where it parted. The naked woman peeled it aside, cool air brushed against Sue's skin—and the Invisible Woman saw Mae's delight turn to momentary horror at the bloody mass beneath.

Making her skin invisible was a party trick that the Invisible Woman seldom employed. The exposure of bright sunlight to exposed muscles and nerves could cause burns on those sensitive tissues; that was why animals had skin in the first place. Yet here, indoors, it had its uses. A good trick to frighten and disorient opponents—or to cool the ardor of a blackmailing bitch.

Yet Sue had underestimated Mae.

"That's so cool!" The naked woman said, as she excitedly peeled off more of the Fantastic Four uniform. Sue frowned as the woman stared at the red exposed muscle and yellow fat. Hurriedly now, Mae worked to get the rest of Sue's top off, so that the Invisible Woman stood topless in her Fantastic Four-themed bra, for all the world like an anatomy lesson beneath her neck.

"Did you do this when you were pregnant?" Mae asked excitedly, as she unhooked Sue's bra. The Invisible Woman's cheeks burned as her skinless breasts came into view. Yellow fat, red veins, little pink milk glands.

"It's not good for the baby," Sue said.

Mae barely listened. Her eyes were focused on those breasts.

"All natural," Mae whispered. "You really never had any work done? Not even a tummy tuck?"

"No. Just lots of exercise. And I've basically been on a diet my entire life," the heroine said. The Invisible Woman's skin crawled. She had let this situation go too far, and she knew it. Yet there seemed nothing to do but to go through with it, embarrassing as it was, get the rights to the photos and get out.

Mae's hands went to Sue's waistband. The Invisible Woman's frown deepened as she felt the fings locate the next seam. The on that ran down the heroine's crotch, then split to go down each leg. Reed had insisted that this was the most efficient design.

Yet it meant that Sue could feel Mae's fingers press against her pussy as the naked woman got down on her knees to undo the pants. Had to lift one foot and then the other as Mae pulled the booties off of her feet. Sue could see how Mae's gaze returned every time to her panties, the light blue ones with the 4 embossed on them. They had to be skimpy panties, to not show a panty-line beneath the almost skin-tight suit, and right now Sue was dearly aware of how visible her cameltoe was, her whole vulva outlined against the fabric, more apparent with her skin transparent than without.

The folded costume went on the couch with the rest. Then Sue stood there, armed crossd over her breasts, hands on her shoulders. Not so much to hide her nipples, which were invisible, but to conceal how fast her heart beat.

There was only one last piece of clothing for Mae to remove.