Harvest Some of Porkum's Semen While He Sleeps

While awake, Porkum masturbated. Sue Storm found herself before the monitor for hours, almost hypnotized by the endless energy of his wrist and hand, the size and girth of his bizarre prick. H.E.R.B.I.E. waited until the few hours when Porkum was asleep to send a probe in to sample some of the semen from the walls or floor.

Days passed in that way. The hunger ate at Sue. It became harder to sleep. To eat. Nothing felt right in her mouth. She felt the shakes came, sometimes, when she forgot to eat for too long, as she sat in front of that screen, eyes focused on the white liquid bounty that was so close and yet so far away.

Porkum knew. That was obvious. Many hours of the day, he would speak...long, filthy monologues of past conquests. Sue Storm heard of his sex-drenched world, dominated by Amazonian women who were little more than overpowered bimbos, sluts whose carnal appetites were beyond anything Sue had ever conceived. With their added strength and endurance, they could survive penetration by cocks bigger than Sue's thigh, engage in sexual marathons for hours and days at a time, and yet according to Porkum, he was able to bed any of those super-bitches that he chose.

"Mrs. Richards," H.E.R.B.I.E. said, one day. Sue, weak and shaky, turned her head from the screen with an effort. The small robot held up a large aluminum canister with a straw at the top. "You are dehydrated and in need of nutrition. Please consume this special protein shake."

Listlessly, Sue reached for the cup and brought the straw to her lips. Her half-lidded eyes went back toward Porkum, who was busy smearing his glans on the wall. Then the watery liquid hit her tongue...and Sue realized how thirsty she was. The heroine's whole attention turned to the cup in her hand as she sucked hard at the straw. Barely tasted the warm liquid as it surged down her throat. For the first time in days, Sue realized how thirsty she was, and her stomach growled in protest as she hoovered the protein shake down, and then when the straw made a loud slurp she tore off the lid and pointed the cup at the ceiling to catch the last few white drops.

A sense of wellness and energy surged through Sue, along with the languor that came from a heavy meal. A warm sweat broke out on her body as her hand went to her now too-full stomach. H.E.R.B.I.E., the diligent little robot, collected the cup from her hand and disappeared with it. Only to return in a few moments with it refilled.

"H.E.R.B.I.E.," Sue asked suspiciously, even as she clutched at the cup. "What is this?"

"This formulation contains a diluted and fortified mixture of Porkum's semen, collected during the night," the little robot admitted. "Analysis of the samples will take days, your physical and mental condition deteriorated too fast. This is a temporary measure to keep you healthy until a permanent cure for the addictive qualities of Porkum's semen can be devised."

With a frown, Sue sucked at the straw. She was unhappy at the robot's initiative. Yet she had to admit that even that brief liquid meal, still digesting in her gut, made her feel better than she had since she'd brought Porkum here.

"Well, let's hope you do find a cure soon," Sue said. "I don't want to have to explain this to Reed, or anyone else!"

In his cell, Porkum let out a loud grunt. A white geyser spat out of the end of his cock and hit the ceiling. His dark eyes considered the slot where the food trays came in...and the door the small robot used to collect his semen when he thought Porkum was asleep. The pig-man licked his nose. He had no doubt Sue Storm was sucking on his sperm, even now.