Porkum Cannot Break Sue Storm's Field

It is said there is no rock that is immovable, no **** irresistible. Yet Porkum had never contended with the Invisible Woman or her **** fields. Like many, he had seen her as no more than a woman, with a woman's weaknesses. He little guessed at her full powers, or how easily she could have killed him then. For all his strength, Porkum could have pushed against that **** field until he died of old age, and it would not have moved a jot.

Yet Sue Storm was not as impenetrable as her **** fields. There was a limit to both her patience and endurance. In time, pain and exhaustion would wear down her concentration. In crisis, she would be **** to use her powers in ways that would be fatal to the mutant pig-man with the grotesque cock. It would be so easy, a dark part of her whispered in the back of her strained brain. A **** bubble up one piggy nostril, to cause an embolism in the brain. An invisible hand to crush the great clogged arteries of his heart. An invisible blade to slice off the head.

Dark thoughts. Yet Sue Storm's mood was dour. Her teeth bared savagely. Cum painted her face, and the fumes stung her eyes. The pain of Porkum's continued **** gave focus to her indignities, a target for a rage that slowly built inside of her, like a long-banked fire that finds a fresh new log to climb. Porkum grinned savagely as in reply, waggled his dick against that shield.

Long minutes passed. The Invisible Woman took long, slow, deliberate breaths. She did not even care about how much of Porkum's cum she inhaled. The **** field pushed back against Porkum, and his strength failed him utterly. In a moment, he was pinned even more securely against the wall than before, arms and fingers splayed out as Sue began to increase the invisible **** on him. It was as though a vast weight sat on his chest, his long dick pinched tight against his stomach as the pressure slowly increased. Until the **** field pressed savagely into his snout, and he was **** to breathe through his mouth.

In other situations, a villain might have chosen their words more carefully.

"Invisible cunt!" he wheezed, as Sue leaned against the wall to pull herself upright. Her left leg was largely limp, and she balanced on her right. She could feel blood ooze down from the wound in her thigh and fill her shoe. The unnatural sexual heat in her body only added to her cold rage. The Invisible Woman raised her right arm, the hand in a claw-like gesture...and the whispers in the back of her mind egged her on. Porkum had already denigrated and insulted her beyond measure. It was only fitting that she do the same to him.

Years ago, Sue Storm would have had a name for that voice. She would have called it Malice. The dark part of herself, long-repressed, had been psychically removed like a cancer and cast aside. Yet here it was once more, that seductive other-self, powerless and yet with access to all of Sue's memories, all of her innermost thoughts and desires. Though Sue knew it not, Porkum's cum was the catalyst for Malice's dark resurrection.

Sue's tongue licked at the pig-man's cum on her lips—and she listened to the dark whisper of the most twisted and perverted part of her psyche.