A Weekend

Sue Storm swept back into her apartment. There were two to-go bags packed and ready to go by the door—one for extended Fantastic Four missions, and a smaller one for her occasional S.H.I.E.L.D. overnight work. The Invisible Woman grabbed the smaller, black bag, and a long black coat to throw on over the oversized t-shirt she wore, and slipped her feet into a pair of sneakers. As she headed back to the elevator, Sue ordered H.E.R.B.I.E.:

"As soon as I exit the building, erase the security recordings for the previous hour."

"Affirmative," the small robot chimed.

Porkum was smoking and pacing as Sue emerged. She favored him with a sheepish grin, a rosey bloom on her cheeks. It felt absolutely wicked to be doing this—to be off on a weekend of sin, without even telling Reed...without saying goodbye to her children...

For a moment, the Invisible Woman's footsteps faltered. She hesitated. The pig-like mutant noticed, and one arm slid inside her coat. Sue gasped as a pink hand pushed its way down behind her panties, until a thick finger thrust itself into her fundament. Her cunny squeezed tight around the intruder, and Sue's eyes went placid once more as she let out a little moan.

They made an odd pair as Porkum led her back to his lair. The pig-man chomped and chewed his cigar, which had burnt out to a stub; Sue's steps were small and awkward, face flushed, sure that everyone they passed on the night-washed streets of the Big Apple could see what Porkum was doing to her. There was a time, not long ago, when Sue would never have stood to be treated like that—and a thrill burned in her at how deliciously naughty this was, how wrong and terrible it was, how much a slut she had become...

...or perhaps had been all along.

Was I really always the prim and proper wife? Sue Storm wondered as they moved into the old pork-packing plant. Or was I always one thick prick away from cheating on Reed? I thought—I thought since I resisted with Namor, with T'Challa...it wasn't as if there hadn't been offers, over the years. She was still a beautiful woman.

But Porkum. Something was different about him. Sue knew it wasn't the finger in her pussy that kept her on tiptoes, that set a fire in her loins, a flutter of anticipation in her belly. No, it was the pink monster that dangled between Porkum's legs. Even sated as she was with all he'd given her, she could still feel the ragged edge of that hunger, that need, that soul-deep addiction to his cockjuice. She wanted all the milk that he would give her—and was willing to do almost anything for it.

It was the "almost" that gnawed at Porkum's mind. He normally preferred to take his time, enjoy the process of breaking down a superbitch, wrap them around his little pinkie until they'd do anything for him. The Invisible Woman, though...she was strong. His jizz took time to really curdle a bitch's brain. Time was not something Porkum had a lot of.

So he'd have to make up for it with volume.

He led her past the kitchen—not toward his filth-strewn lair, but to a separate room. Once, maybe, it had been an abattoir. There was a central drain set in the floor, and a kind of frame of pipes and dangling black velcro swatches. Sue had never quite seen the like.

Porkum pulled his finger out of her cunny with a wet pop.

"Strip," he said, as he took her bag away and set it by the door. As Sue rushed to comply, Porkum dropped his own coat. Naked, the pink bulk of him loomed in the sparse, cool room. Gooseflesh rose all over the blonde's naked body. Porkum could still see the bruises of their last session on her breasts and body. His dark eyes drank in the sight of her pale skin and the swollen, ripe breasts. For a moment, something warred in his eyes; the cock stirred to life like a sluggish snake as the sun rises.

Then the eyes hardened. He guided Sue to the contraption of bars and straps.

Showed her what it was. The velcro straps that hung from the bars went around her wrists and ankles, her stomach and beneath her breasts. A bar and straps went between her elbows, and another between her knees, so that the Invisible Woman hung suspended, body flat as if flying. Unable to close her legs. Unable to do anything but swing gently...her pussy and mouth both at hip-height for the rotund mutant.

When Porkum spoke, his voice was iron.

"For the next 48 hours, we're gonna fuck. No sleep. No food but my cum. You're gonna take every drop I've got in every hole. Scream if you want. You're gonna bleed. Gonna hurt. Gonna soak your body in cum until you think your brains are oozing out of your ears. And at the end of it, you're gonna be my personal cocksleeve."

It was almost an emotionless speech. That's what shocked Sue. The coldness of it. The utter lack of passion. Blood had filled Porkum's dick now, and Sue blinked as the three-foot tallywhacker was pointed right at her face, as though it would push straight through her and out the other side.

Instinctively, her mouth fell open...and Sue Storm knew, that whatever else happened this weekend, she would never be the same again.