24 Hours

The hours ticked by, without rest, with barely a break for water, bathroom, or to service Porkum's insatiable sexual demands. An orgy that put even the sapphic fetes of Krakoa to shame.

Blinding, biochemical lust is a wonderful motivator. Shiri and Shuri crawled over the Psycho-Prism, re-engineering Doctor Doom's original design to account for Porkum's mutant physiology. Pepper Potts, less the scientific genius, interfaced her armor with the control systems, guided by Sage. Sue Storm turned panels invisible to give better access to key systems, could apply infinite **** to any problem. She was a universal tool and diagnostic engine all in one. Destiny was not a scientific mind, but she foresaw problems before they arose. She was always at hand with the exact tool that someone needed at the precise moment they needed it.

When she wasn't taking Porkum's cock.

"Fuck, you're tight," the pig-man mutant growled as he **** his mammoth man-meat in her mutant muff. "Don't you ever take a dick?"

"N-not often," Destiny gasped. "I'm a lesbian."

Porkum grinned. He loved making lesbians take cock. It was like a special treat. He pushed forward until she squealed, an inhuman sound that combined pleasure and pain, and wasn't surprised to see blood run down the length of his pink shaft.

"You're a psychic," he grunted. "Are you going to survive this?"

"Y-yes," Destiny voice was a whisper of pain and self-disgust.

He leaned down and pressed his snout against her ear.

"Are you going to survive this...without getting knocked up?"

Destiny's head hung low. She could already feel the pulse as his balls jumped. What felt like a pint of potent semen pumped into her defenseless pussy, washing against her womb.

"No," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Porkum laughed.

He was cruel. Strong. Venal. Clever, in his own way. Destiny admitted that to herself as she fell forward, and he allowed her to drag herself off of his dick, because it was Sue Storm's turn to service him next. In her own way, Destiny admired Porkum, as she admired all the great villains she had come across, the ones who had combined power and ambition in order to achieve a goal which, if terrible, was still a dark dream bigger than anything the normal human being ever managed.

She had not lied to him about surviving this. About the child even now being conceived in her womb, though she had thought herself long past such things.

But they did come smarter.

A smart villain, faced with a precognitive, would have asked if getting captured and fucked half to **** was part of the plan.

To which Destiny, still bound by Porkum's pheromones, would have honestly answered yes.

She allowed herself a smile as Shuri and Shiri, their lips and chins crusted with mutant spunk, announced that the Pscyho-Prism was now ready for Porkum's use.