"If you want more, it'll cost you."

The words echoed over and over in Sue Storm's mind as Porkum took his leave. Once the mutant and the defraudium were out of sight, strength began to flow back into the heroine's muscles—and with it, pain. Muscles that she hadn't used in too long had been stretched almost to the breaking point. There were bruises on her crotch as she pulled up her pants. Dimly, as she staggered out past the remains of the Porkum-robot, Sue felt as loop-legged as a sailor on dry land after a long voyage.

She had never been fucked like that. Never felt the aftereffects of being fucked by someone with super-strength. Her poor body ached everywhere, and Sue shuddered as she heard voices and turned invisible.

With as much stealth as Sue Storm could manage, she staggered out of the building. Out on the street, it was like she stepped into a different world. Even invisible, the smell of Porkum clung to her. His virile goo dribbled out of her aching slit. Passers-by crinkled their nose. It was the wee hours of the morning in the city that never slept, and the early morning workers were already on their way, though the sun hadn't risen yet.

The Fantasticar carried the sperm-spattered Susan Storm home. She didn't even bother with the decontamination shower, simply stripped her clothes and hosed off out on the roof. The cold water and the rush of air helped to sober her up from the weird lust that Porkum's powers had unlocked in her. Sue shuddered and felt dizzy as she spread her sticky labia with one hand and directed the stream of icy water into her slit.

Great gobs of semen were washed out of her gaping hole. Sue bit her lip and tried not to scream as she directed the hose as deep as she dared. A river of white scum oozed down the roof toward the gutter. Enough semen to knock up every woman in New York, and it had all been for the Invisible Woman.

It wasn't that Sue Storm's life had been sexless. Two children and a happy marriage spoke to that. Yet after a fuck like that—Sue swallowed hard. She couldn't go back to a life of trying to coax Reed back into bed every couple of weeks. Twenty minutes of mindless humping followed by Sue finishing herself off on the toilet. Cunnilingus on birthdays and anniversaries. The naked, wet blonde limped into the living quarters of the Fantastic Four and dumped the semen-stained costume down the chute that went to the molecular disintegrator in the basement.

Even now, with a pussy that ached from a hard fuck that had left her nearly paralyzed, Sue knew she needed to feel Porkum's prick up inside of her again. Needed to feel that relentless pounding, as if she was a piece of meat, a mere sex toy. The rough, uncaring hands that groped her breasts. The unbelievable sensation of that eruption inside of her.

It was worth any price. Even the one that Porkum had named.

Sue Storm set her mouth in a grim line as she sat in front of the computer console, the one that was networked with the Avengers database—and, with the right permissions, Cerebro and S.H.I.E.L.D. as well. An archive of most of the superhumans on the planet, at her fingertips.

She hesitated before setting the search parameters. Porkum hadn't been very specific. All he had said was that he wanted her to bring a friend. Another superheroine for Porkum to corrupt. To fuck. The Invisible Woman's hands itched. She knew what would happen. Any woman she brought to Porkum would be overwhelmed by his powers, just as she had been. Would fall under his influence. Any woman she brought would be betrayed utterly, and Sue Storm would damn herself to the lowest circle of hell as she gave them up to be **** and sexually destroyed, just as she had been.

All for another hard dicking by that master cocksman.

It was a testament to the strength of Sue Storm's morality that she hesitated. Yet she had already gone too far. She couldn't even think about Porkum without the warm, fuzzy feeling of a woman in love. A blush rose to her cheeks. Her wounded pussy squeezed involuntarily and grew wet as she thought about another epic fuck.

The rest was simple. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she selected his next victim.