Malice Wants To Milk Porkum's Shaft

Something steeled inside Sue Storm's mind. It flashed dangerously in her cold blue eyes. Her tongue stole out and licked the sperm from her face. The pain in her mind suddenly gave her focus—and in a moment, Porkum's world went wrong.

The invisible **** field inverted. Instead of keeping Porkum out, it now clung to him like a second skin. His feet left the cluttered floor, and he found himself unable to move as Sue placed him in mid-air, so that his immense pink prick would hang down like a perverted stalactite. With an invisible forcefield wrapped around his snout, Porkum couldn't even grunt. He could hardly breathe.

Sue ignored his plight as she picked among his trash until she found a fairly clean and empty paper cup. This she situated directly beneath Porkum's two-foot cock.

"Mggh," Porkum made an inarticulate sound. The Invisible Woman ignored him. Her eyes focused on that immense prick, those swollen, massive balls. With her fingers, she scraped the rest of the cum from her face into her mouth.

Two immense invisible hands gripped Porkum's prick. His small dark eyes shot open, bulged as much as Sue Storm's **** fields allowed. He was used to being in control. To having bitches fawn over his dick. Porkum had never been in this position where an impossible **** could rip his cock out at the root with the merest thought.

Instead, Sue made the invisible hands stroke the prick as though she milked a cow. Her lips twitched in a cruel smile as she saw the impressions of the invisible fingers on the swollen pink shaft. Porkum tried to fight it...but there was no fighting it. He was helpless as Sue's great invisible hands stroked him.

As that happened, Sue slowly circled him. Sneered at his swollen, tubby body; the massive muscles that couldn't be brought to bear, the great gut, the little triangular ears...and finally, to the swollen sack of his nuts. She stepped forward, curious, and lifted these in her hands. They were so warm, she could feel the heat of them through her gloves. The great scrotum quivered and squeezed in her grasp, one of the few parts of him that Sue allowed any freedom.

The darkest part of Sue whispered to hear. Her hands squeezed.

Through his clamped lips, Porkum squealed in pain and alarm.

Down below, a hot white froth of virile seed shot out of the tip of his immense prick, directly into the paper cup the Invisible Woman had placed below.