Dr. Stone Encourages Sue To Do What It Takes

Sue Storm had thrown a coat on over her "costume," but when Karla opened the door she saw the Invisible Woman in a gold thong and tassels, mascara running down her cheeks, eyes red and with something white crusted at the corner of her mouth. She ushered the blonde stripper-heroine in and gave silent thanks that Fisk was making her job so easy.

"I sucked his cock!" Sue babbled as Karla sat her down at her vanity and broke out the makeup remover. "I swallowed his cum! How am I going to face my husband!? What am I going to tell him!?"

"Nothing," Karla said firmly. Her glasses glowed like twin circles of fire, the implants in her head buzzed madly as she began to clean off Sue's face. Gravimetric pulses knocked Sue Storm into a state of suggestibility that was normally only achieved by two bottles of Thunderbird wine on an empty stomach. "You're undercover, remember? You knew that this would require to do some things you wouldn't normally do. And you knew it would require not telling your husband everything. You don't need to lie to him about what you do on Tuesdays and Thursdays—only tell him that it's S.H.I.E.L.D. business and he doesn't need to know."

Sue Storm sniffed. Yet she had stopped crying. She looked more like her old self without the makeup.

"Look, sucking off Fisk is a good thing in the long run. It gets you closer to him, to his operation," Moonstone insisted. "You should do it again if you can. Remember, the point of this is to gather enough evidence to put him away. Really, you're making a heroic sacrifice. Sucking cock to save lives."

Sue sniffed again, but it was smaller this time.

"I guess you're right," she said.

The heroine stared into the mirror and touched her lips.

"Life-saving cocksuckers," she murmured. "I never thought about it like that before."

Karla looked away. She couldn't let Sue see her glowing eyes, not when this was going so well.

"Come on," Karla said. "I have some clothes you can borrow. Go home. Leave Sizzlin' Suzy behind, until it's time for your next session. And when you're in her clear heels, be her. She's a bit of a slut. She likes sucking Fisk's cock. She's a money-grubbing stripper, little better than a whore."

"...a whore," Sue Storm murmured.

"It's all for a good cause," Karla insisted with a smile. She tasted blood in her mouth, and let her power end, the implants in her skull winding down their interminable buzzing.

The villain has no doubt that Fisk would demand more of Sue Storm next time. And it was her job to make sure that Sizzlin' Suzy was prepared to put out. To drag her down, deeper and deeper, into a life of sex and drugs until it spilled over into her other life and she could no longer pretend to be the pure, upstanding heroine.

Karla smiled as she dug out a t-shirt and yoga pants for Sue Storm. When she had agreed to this pact with Doctor Doom, Moonstone had never imagined corrupting a heroine would be so fun!