Sue Storm Escapes The Factory, Out Onto The Streets

Naked. Powerless. Hornier than she could ever remember being, liquid streaming down her thighs from her burning pussy. There was a part of Sue Storm that wanted to stop, to turn, to stuff her cunny full of that hard cock, to rub herself senseless.

Instead, clutching the sickly yellow gem, the Invisible Woman ran as fast as her legs could carry her. The wheezing, overweight villain was on her heels, blood streaming from his snout, but Sue Storm's years at the gym made her faster. The heroine slammed into the emergency exit door of the factory, and found herself out in the clean air.

Sue Storm didn't stop. She ran, out into the streets of New York City, a very visible woman. Cars screeched as she dashed across an intersection, pedestrians goggled at jiggling breasts with dark nipples. The Invisible Woman was glad that none of the schoolchildren would be out yet, but she couldn't just streak her way to the Baxter Building; the police would pick her up for indecent exposure before she got halfway there.

Instead, the heroine thought of the heroes she knew in Manhattan. There would be apartments, safehouses, secret headquarters. Someplace she could flee to. Friends and allies she could trust.

However, there were very few nearby, and Sue didn't dare slow down or look behind her. She had a feeling that as soon as she stopped, she would collapse. The yellow gem in her palm seemed to be getting heavier and heavier as strength fled her arm. As Sue dodged a woman who made a grab for her pussy, she realized there was only one place she could go to seek refuge...the abode of a fellow costumed crimefighter.