Porkum Breaks Black Widow's Ass

Sue Storm lay collapsed, her ass spasming, full of Porkum's jizz. Unable to move. Natasha Romanoff had a feeling she was going to know what that was going to feel like.

Porkum, meanwhile, had produced a bottle of pills from somewhere.

"Normally, I don't like pharmaceuticals," he said. "But when it comes to gettin' my full length into a Man of Steel..."

The Black Widow felt him pull her butt up to his snout. His tongue stabbed into her asshole. Deep. Deeper than Clint or Fury had ever gone. A pathetic mewl escaped her mouth. If the spy had not been under the effects of Porkum's pheromones, she could have broken his neck from this position. Just wrapped her thighs around him and twisted, using her whole body for extra torque.

Instead, she found herself staring at Sue Storm's gaping asshole. It wasn't closing. Not completely.

Time ceased to mean anything. Deep inside her brain, the real Black Widow was aware of the defilement of her ass. All she needed was a break from Porkum's pheromonal control, and she could re-emerge...but not now. Not with her body shivering and shaking. Drooling like a bitch in heat...

Then something sticky and hard hit her breastbone. The redhead looked down and saw an impossibly swollen shaft. Normally, even when hard, Porkum's cock was soft, spongy, compressible. Now...now it was three feet long, as thick as the Black Widow's forearm, and swollen an angry purple.

Porkum pushed forward and dropped Natasha so her face landed in Sue Storm's butt. His thumbs dug apart the spy's asscheeks. Something massive pressed against her gaping hole...but with a shiver of excitement and fear, Natasha knew what it was.

"You're gonna take every inch," he said. "Until your super-spy ass breaks. I might not be able to knock you up, but I'll leave you a prolapse to remember me by."

He held her thighs in his hands and pressed forward. Sue Storm, the cum-drunk bitch, moaned and pressed her ass back in Natasha's face, forcing more of the mutant spunk into Natasha's mouth. The spy's eyes rolled up in the back of her head as Porkum's cock slowly pushed forward, stretching her colon past anything it had experienced...even that ill-advised tryst with the Hulk....and when he reached the start of her intestines, Porkum didn't stop.

Nausea warred with excitement as Natasha's sphincter was stretched like a rubber band around the invading dick. She could feel the hot mass of him like a pillar of fire inside of her. The merely human anatomy gave way as the swollen shaft pushed forward, like the worst case of gas in her life.

By the time Porkum's balls came to rest against the Black Widow's labia, her ass was numb. Just a thin red circle around the unholy circumference of that dick. She swore she felt her heart throb against the tip.

"See? All in. Now..."

Porkum pulled it out. Swiftly. And nearly dragged half of the Black Widow's guts out with him. Her asshole, pushed to its limit, inverted, the colon clinging to his cock like a red sock as something tore inside of her.

It made Porkum laugh.

"All right! Back in my world, a prolapse like this is a work of art!"

His fist closed on the prolapsed flesh and began to stroke the smooth integument. Bubbles burbled through the cum that covered Natasha's face as she struggled to breathe through the mingled pain and pleasure. Her body shouldn't be getting off to this. She was being destroyed.

Yet it hurt so good.

The eruption in her guts was like nothing in Natasha's training. What felt like a gallon of potent spunk poured into her intestines and bloated her belly to the point of distension. New and terrible pains afflicted her as she swelled like an obscene balloon.

Porkum flipped her over, just to admire his handiwork. The small, dark, cruel eyes drank in her pain and humiliation, all the while certain he could do nothing to stop him. One great pink hand caressed her distended abdomen.

"No kids," he said, poking her belly button. "Still, maybe Doomie will have something..."

The mutant didn't bother to pull the Black Widow off his cock. He simply hauled her up and told her to hang on. The Invisible Woman, still high on his pheromones, was a limp ragdoll over one shoulder.

Doctor Doom, Natasha thought, deep in her mind where Porkum's pheromones had not yet reached. So he's in league with Porkum.

What she would or could do with that information, the Black Widow did not know. Yet she would wait, and watch for her opening.