Porkum Cums Inside Sue Storm

Sue Storm was not prepared for the moment of penetration. Of violation.

There was an unspoken code among heroes and criminals. A line that was very, very seldom crossed. Sexual assault was the kind of beyond-the-pale that made otherwise upstanding heroes look the other way as Wolverine or the Punisher passed. Even in the super-prisons like the Raft, sex criminals were held to be a different quality of scum. Very few heroes from this universe would even consider what Porkum was now doing.

Doctor Doom knew this. It spoke to how cold and hard his heart had grown that he had listened to Porkum's plan and realized the audacity. Only someone not from this world could have conceived of what Porkum now did joyfully. Only someone who had no idea of the consequences would laugh as the tip of their immense, inhuman prick pierced to the core of Sue Storm in one smooth movement. Would grow harder as Sue Storm screamed.

The head of his cock slammed against the Invisible Woman's cervix and her whole body spasmed in pain, mollified only slightly by the soft, spongy nature of the tip of that deformed prick. Huge balls rose and fell and Porkum's paws gripped the heroine's waist and held her in place as he began to pump his cum into her depths.

Sue Storm couldn't escape. She writhed, screamed, weakly clawed at his arms and kicked at his shins. Every pulse of hot cum that slammed against the opening to her womb was like a shotgun burst inside of her. Every pulse of that thick man-meat stretched her pussy past her limit.

She exhausted herself quickly. Tears ran from her blue eyes. Hot spunk flooded her aching cunny, her abdomen distending slightly from the sheer volume of seed.

Pregnancy, disease, dishonor, all ran through Sue Storm's head. She sobbed as unwanted orgasms rippled through her body, a biological engine following an ancient, primeval protocol. Welcoming that mutant seed into her womb.

Where it could do the most damage.

When Porkum let go, the weight of Sue Storm bent his prick downwards. She slid off, onto the floor. Thick, jelly-like jizz oozing out of her battered and broken pussy.

"If it's a boy," Porkum said. "Call him Porkum Junior."

His hateful laughter echoed throughout the factory as he left. Sure that Sue Storm was just another broken cocksocket that would come thirsting for another shot of vitamin P. Just like dozens of other heroines he had turned inside-out in his own world.

Sue Storm lay there in her agony and embarrassment of defeat. Yet inside herself, something resolved. A hard shift from the upstanding heroine. A dark change that threatened to overwhelm her innate goodness.

Just as Doctor Doom had predicted.