No, Sue Can't—And She Doesn't Want To

For years, Sue Storm had fought against her reputation as a meek and submissive woman, the weak link of the Fantastic Four. They had called her the Invisible Girl, looked down on her as the team mom and only female member. After she had married Reed, so many men—even other superheroes—had deferred to her husband instead of herself. It had taken years of standing up for herself to prove to everyone that the Invisible Woman was a hero to be respected, even feared, in her own right.

Which should have made it all the more frustrating that she couldn't break Porkum's grip. That should have eaten at her soul like acid, that she was so weak and powerless in his big brawny arms, her superhuman abilities negated by a glowing rock, her will sapped by the pheromonal secretions of this incredibly hung, pig-like mutant. Yet as her face bent down toward his disgusting dick, Sue Storm recognized that not only did she lack the strength or means to escape—she no longer wanted to.

Her mouth opened like some wanton slut's and glommed onto the thick, soft head of Porkum's prick. It was the kind of cock that Sue Storm had dreamed of in her darkest nightmares and wet dreams, back when she had first learned about sex. As a young woman, Sue's active imagination had pictured her bedroom life after marriage as a succession of sexual experiments, each more daring than the last, which would test her body and mind to the limit. Her dreams had imagined a carnal feast with cocks of ludicrous, inhuman sizes and endless stamina and endurance, unleashing virile loads of impossible volume and thickness.

Reality had been a dash of cold water. Reed Richards was a bit longer than normal, and his body was thin and fit, yet his mind was never on matters of sex. He had never pushed his abilities in their bedroom to the extant that Sue had desired. Nor had she made her desires plain. It had been an effort just to get him to impregnate her. She'd had to beg and plead like some needy whore for them to try again after the miscarriage—and the last few months, he had been even less receptive to her charms than usual.

Perhaps that was why Sue responded so eagerly to Porkum's order. Why he loosened his grip a little and she did not immediately squirm off of his lap, but grabbed that throbbing fuckmuscle with both hands and peeled back the foreskin so that she could lick the filth off the glans of his rubbery prick. Or perhaps it was just that Porkum's pheromones and the strange chemicals he secreted into her brain worked little neurological tricks. Sue could feel the affection in her heart as a splash of pre-cum smeared across her cheek. A hot burn of receptive pleasure as Porkum rubbed her thighs with both hands.

He was trying to make her feel good. That was oddly touching to the cock-drunk heroine. Her rational mind tried to make up excuses for her behavior, but in truth she was in thrall to emotions and sensations that she had long buried. Repressed sexual desires blossomed in Sue's brain, chemical bonds of affection were being deliberately built to grease the wheels of Porkum's conquest.

Sue Storm's opportunities to escape from Porkum were rapidly dwindling...and the pig-man knew it. Unless something major distracted them, the Invisible Woman would soon be his.