When Sue Storm Tries To Use Her Powers, The Suit Vibrates

This has gone too far, the Invisible Woman admitted to herself as the henchwomen slurped her holes. I need to end this.

Sue Storm visualized her body and sought to project a thin force field around her entire body—which she could then push outward into a bubble that would protect her as she got out of this latex bodysuit the henchwomen had stuffed her in.

The visualization went fine. When Sue attempted to actually use her powers, however, the whole suit began to vibrate. It was so shocking that Sue's concentration was immediately lost. It was like a million ants walked over her skin, wherever the latex clung to her. The henchwomen noticed it too.

"Looks like she's awake," One grunted. "Something you should know, superslut. That suit is designed to disrupt your powers. Any time it detects you trying to form a thought more complex than 'I want to cum from getting my MILF-y ass eaten out,' you're going to feel like a virgin humping a washing machine."

There was an audible smack. Two, probably.

"Maybe don't tell the superheroine how she's being constrained so she can make plans to circumvent it? Stupid twat," Two said.

"Does it matter? Look at her! The Invisible MILF has a tongue up her ass!" One complained.

It was true. Sue Storm had never had a tongue lick her butt before, but Three's warm, strong tongue was pushing past her sphincter and into her colon. Beneath the latex mask, Sue's face burned. Four wasn't trying to lick her cervix, but she was sucking on the Invisible Woman's clit, and Sue felt the flush spread across her body at this sexual stimulation.

If she wasn't so powerless, this would be exactly the kind of sexual encounter she had guiltily dreamed about. Sue could almost imagine what Dr. Stone would say to her when she told her about this. Probably encourage her to focus on the experience and use it to fuel her personal growth.

Except Sue didn't want personal growth at the moment. She felt the guilt of her situation. She was going to have to tell Reed about this. Sue hoped that he would forgive her. But first, she had to escape.

Sue focused on turning her mask invisible. Immediately, the vibration started. Impossibly distracting. Yet the Invisible Woman dealt with distractions every day. She well remembered when her children had discovered the Baby Shark songs. Ben Grimm's chili experiment that had left him with horrible flatulence for three entire days while they were trapped in a small spaceship in the Negative Zone. The constant smell that had clung to her brother when he thought that he could go three weeks without showering by just burning the filth off of his body.

Her mind narrowed into a single point, pushing aside the vibrating suit, the probing tongue in her ass, the mouth sucking on her pussy. Slowly, achingly slowly, the mask grew transparent.