Sue Storm Resists Eating Her Out

The Invisible Woman's fists clenched until the knuckles turned white. She stared at the wet, ready slit between her psychiatrist's knees. The order was clear. So were the consequences. And worse, there was a part of Sue Storm that wanted to. The same part of her that had thrilled to touch Nairobi, that had been so excited to cheat on Reed, that had screamed in forbidden excitement when Sue had gone into a public bathroom with another woman, that had felt a sick elation at being caught in the act, to be known as a cheating sapphic slut.

It was the part of Sue that had led her to this impasse. The consequences of her bad decisions, her slipping morality, her latent desires stirred to the surface and indulged in without thought. Something else rose in Sue then. Not Catholic guilt, or moral self-disgust at her lusty actions, or some juvenile rebellion.

"No," the heroine whispered.

Sue Storm had stood up to space gods and stared down demons from Hell. She had known the temptations of a mutant king of Atlantis and the trials of motherhood. Whatever else she had been, whatever she had done these last few weeks, she had rare courage—not just the easy courage of risking life and limb, of rushing toward an explosion or a fire instead of away from it, but the quiet mental fortitude to face her own flaws and rise above them.

"What did you say?" Dr. Stone asked.

"I said no," Sue said, her voice conversational, but louder and clearer this time. "I'm not going to lick your pussy."

Dr. Stone leaned forward. Legs still apart. Pretty pussy still on display as she rested her elbows on her knees and her chin on her clasped hands.

"Is that so? Even knowing the consequences? And why is that?" Dr. Stone said.

"Because I'm not a slut," Sue Storm said. "I may have made a mistake—several mistakes—but I do not let my mistakes define me. I was with Nairobi because I chose to be. I am not going to whore myself out for you or anyone else. So close your legs. If you want some bitch to lick you, buy a jar of peanut butter and a puppy."

Dr. Stone smiled. Then she laughed. She didn't close her legs, exactly, but she folded her legs up to sit cross-legged.

"Very good. I was wondering if you were too far gone, yet," she said.

Sue frowned.

"What?"

"That was a test," Dr. Stone said. "One you passed. I needed to see if you could really control yourself, or if your sex addiction had gotten out of control. In the latter case, I would have had to take steps. S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot afford super-heroes running around fucking everything in a skirt, you understand."

Sue Storm blinked as understanding dawned inside of her.

"Oh," she said.

"Yes," Dr. Stone nodded. "Oh. Now, as I said, this is a good sign. It means your sex addiction is manageable. But I'm still concerned about your risk-taking behavior. Which is why I'd like to move to a new phase of treatment..."