Malice Breaks Porkum's Balls

Cold blue eyes lowered to stare at the twin great pink orbs that dangled from beneath Porkum's tumescent prick.

"You chauvinist pig," Sue said, as she opened a hole in the **** field. For a moment, Porkum felt a measure of relief, as his testes hung free. Then the hole shrank until it cinched tight around the base of his hairy gonads, and the mutant pig-man gasped and squirmed. "You sent me your disgusting seed. You let me ingest it!"

The hole closed tighter. Bloodflow out of the balls was constricted, and they began to turn an alarming shade of purple, the blue veins beneath the surface prominent. Sue stepped carefully through the piles of junk and refuse on the floor to get a closer look.

Cum still drenched the Invisible Woman's face. It fueled the cold anger that went through her. Anger and something else—an excitement, a lust for **** she had so rarely indulged or even admitted.

"I should cut these off," she said. "As a service to all women, everywhere!"

Porkum scrabbled, barely able to breathe due to the pain in his swollen nutsack.

"Pig!" Sue shouted as she kicked at the purple plums with her good leg. Porkum squealed. Sue would have enjoyed it better if her wounded leg didn't collapse beneath her. She collapsed onto one knee, her face level with Porkum's swollen sack. With a rage she unleashed a left hook, and felt satisfaction as her fist sank into the rubbery mass like a teardrop heavy punching bag.

A part of Sue Storm knew she should stop, that she had already gone too far. Porkum wasn't a threat now, not pinned against the wall. This was cruelty.

Not cruelty, Malice whispered in her mind. Payback. Vengeance.

Porkum's cum was still drying on her face. It didn't take much to convince the Invisible Woman.

Her blow rained down on the helpless scrotum like the wrath of an angry domme stomping on the scrote of a pathetic paypig. Porkum's animalistic howls became high-pitched squeals and whimpers for mercy as Sue Storm unleashed her pent-up fury on his babymakers. Each time her knuckles sank into the taut, sensitive, swollen flesh she felt an almost erotic thrill rush through her body. Every ball-busting hook and jab brought forth more of the inner sadist.

Until by the end, when Sue could hardly lift her arms, shoulders sore and knuckles bleeding, sex and **** were deeply intertwined in her psyche—and Porkum himself hung there like a masochist Christ, his once-proud testes a black and purple mass, swollen twice the normal size.

With effort, Sue **** herself back to her feet. Her left leg throbbed with pain, the constant use of her powers was like a nail driven through her left eye—yet she relished the victory over this sexual predator that had thought her its prey.

The only question was...what do do with Porkum now?