Chapter 5
Sue’s bleary confusion grew into concern, the furrow between her eyebrows creasing heavily. Her excitement from some fairly basic nipple play by this perverted bitch who’d chained her to a steel and leather chair was far beyond her usual mild nipple sensitivity. Groggily she realized that whatever concoction she’d been dosed with had not only interfered with her ability to project an invisible force field but had some sensitizing component, too. She felt aroused despite herself.
Sue tried again to draw up any kind of invisible cone and failed miserably as the Asian bitch continued to pinch and caress her nipples. A soft groan slipped out inadvertently from the captive heroine’s lips, drawing a sigh and a soft chuckle from the woman just to her left.
Madame Minh was wearing a white silk blouse, a form-fitting mid-length navy blue leather skirt, dark stockings, and navy pumps with 4” heels. Her long nails were painted a matching dark blue with a hint of silver edging. The forefinger nail on her right hand featured a five-pointed star. The attractive Asian was dressed to kill. Sue hoped it wasn’t literal.
“Now, now, there’s no shame in taking pleasure from your own body, Susan. Humans were given erogenous areas to encourage lubrication and fornication. Nature herself designed you to get wet when you’re ready and judging by that wet spot on those pretty blue panties of yours, you want something fat and hard between your legs, don’t you?”
Sue was both angry and despondent. The woman seemed to have intuited her inner urges while noting that her pussy was already slightly damp…and with only the most cursory of erotic manipulation. The nipple play, the long fingers caressing her inner thighs, the warm breath on the back of her neck, heck, they were little more than simplistic eighth grade movie balcony make out moves. She was about to give the woman a harsh reply when she realized that the idea of something thick and sturdy filling her loins wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Sue shook her head in denial, frowning even as she blurted out,
“What did you have in mind?”
Where did that come from?
“I think a good-sized sex shop dildo would be just the thing for a discriminating woman like yourself,” answered the Asian woman, pulling open the drawer from a nearby credenza and hoisting up a stiff rubber penis of eye-watering size.
“Something like this, yes?”
“…that...?...is that for me…?...” Sue was shocked at the tremor of desire in her tone.
“You want it don’t you?”
“…i…no…” She lied badly.
“Oh, don’t be coy, Sue sweetie. We both know exactly how much you want this big fella pushing into your cooz. You’re positively dripping for it.”
How has this woman reduced me to such a horny, addled-minded slut in such a short time with so little effort?
Her phrasing, her description of herself in such terms …in her own thoughts… filled Sue with a sudden cold terror. She was a prisoner in body and mind!
The grazing of the Asian’s fingernail on her inner thigh, a mere inch from her now slickly greasy camel toe of turquoise cotton folds brought a jerking twitch from Sue and the softest whimper. Sue’s baby blue eyes searched her captor’s dark brown ones for answers, for hesitation, for mercy. She found nothing there but a cool expectation and then a hint of a smirk.
“Oh yes, you’re ready for a nice shafting, aren’t you, Ms. Richards?” The insistent fingertip now circled within the oily folds of Sue’s panties and her hips bucked despite herself. The pleasure was forbidden yet undeniable.
“…h…how…?...how did you….do this…?..” The circling digit was draining every iota of willpower from Sue’s being.
“A little preparation and a lifetime of practice, Invisible Woman. Now lie back and spread your thighs open. You’re going to enjoy this, I promise you.”
“…feels…wrong…” Sue protested verbally even as she spread her thighs apart, subconsciously submitting herself.
“It won’t for long,” replied the Asian, aiming the large rubber sex toy at the damp crevice in the panties and grinding it there, making the tip slick even as Invisible Woman began to moan.
The narcotic, the aphrodisiac and Madame Minh’s mental manipulation of Sue Richards was all working quickly and beautifully. Invisible Woman arched her back a bit and ground her pelvis against the wide mushroomed tip of the dildo, biting her lower lip and fulfilling her body’s function without any additional complaints from her higher brain functions.
The toy shifted and burrowed into the sopping wet cotton creases while the other end was held firmly by a smiling Madame Minh. The attractive wide face and oval eyes nodded encouragement to the eagerly submissive blonde in the chair below her, the powerful Asian telepath sending signals that this was the very joy, the very toy that Susan absolutely craved to experience. Susan’s hot, wet vagina was more than ready to accept that concept and that fat dildo in whatever order that the nice lady with the dong in her hand felt was appropriate.
“I’m going to pull aside the crotch of your panties here and thrust the full length of this big guy right into you. That’s something you just can’t wait for; right, Sue?”
“…yes…you’re right…you know…how did you know…what I want…?”
“That’s an easy one, Sue darling,” Minh replies, drawing the now deeply drenched panties to the side. “Good girls always thrill to being bad. They just never realize it. Not until someone POINTS…”
The hard flesh-colored shaft is suddenly thrust deep into Invisible Woman’s all-too accepting pussy, widening the astounded eyes and dropping her mouth open with a harsh gasp.
“…IT OUT TO THEM!”
And then the pulling, the pushing, the grinding of the rubber sex toy begins in earnest, as well as the invasive finger work against Invisible Woman’s slippery clit. The helpless heroine’s mind and muscles melt as quickly and surely as butter in a frypan.