Sue Needs Another Bottle of Pills Next Week

The Nazis returned. Again.

The Invisible Woman spent most of the week in space, dealing with swastika-adorned flying saucers powered by the cloned brains of Adolf Hitler. Ben Grimm was in his element, an almost permanent smile on his stony face as his ship zipped and zoomed among the invading bigots, zapping them into oblivion with the sort of childish glee that Sue normally associated with her kids and video games. Sue could hardly throw stones; she got in a few kills too, although most of her efforts were spent protecting the ship with her invisible **** fields, making them untouchable to the super-science weapons of the resurrected facists.

It was easy enough for Sue to keep taking her pills; she simply slipped them in among her vitamin supplements at each mealtime, which consisted of the typical astronaut food: tubes of strange pastes, freeze-dried ice cream, metallic-tasting water. In the cramped quarters of the Fantastic Four's space ship there was little room or privacy to relieve her libido, and Sue Storm practically quivered with barely-suppressed erotic need as she walked tiredly toward her appointment with Dr. Stone.

The bottle was empty. Sue licked her lips and nervously looked forward to a refill. The pills had helped get her through the long nights up in space, even if it had meant biting her lip as her pussy leaked into panties. Her dreams during snatches of sleep had been erotic nightmares of being captured by space Nazis, stripped and used as Hitler's personal Aryan breeding stock. The wet dreams had left her wet and gasping, which she had managed to play off to the others as fear and stress...

Dr. Stone greeted her with a knowing smile, a hug, and...glory be! A new bottle of those little pink pills.

Then the psychiatrist's eyes had narrowed. She studied Sue Storm carefully as they sat down. Sue didn't bother with formalities but opened the bottle and swallowed a pill with her tea. The blonde heroine, still dressed in her stained and sweaty costume after her long trip, knew she must look and smell a fright...but the trembling in her fingers eased, even as a familiar warm glow spread through her body, and she rubbed her thighs together.

"You haven't been able to masturbate this week at all, have you?" Dr. Stone asked.

"No," Sue admitted, and gave a brief outline of her adventures as the heat spread to her cheeks. She was really feeling the pill now, and the heroine could feel her nipples press hard against the blue fabric of her costume.

"Well, that won't do at all," Dr. Stone said. "We'll need to help you relieve some stress immediately."

"Huh?" Sue Storm blinked.

The heroine stared full into Dr. Stone's eyes...and the sun through the window caught the lenses of the other woman's glasses just right, so that the eyes behind them seemed to glow from within.

What Dr. Stone said next she said carefully, each word sinking into the Invisible Woman's tired and ****-addled brain like a nail being driven into rotten wood with ringing strikes of a hammer.