Porkum Doesn't Wait For Sue To Call

"When do you imagine she will call?" Doom's voice was neutral. The eyes of the hologram seemed to follow Porkum around his rubbish-strewn lair.

"Not gonna wait for that," Porkum said as he chomped on an unlit cigar and pulled a trench coat from a box. Being newly delivered, it was the cleanest thing in the room. "The idea is to give the illusion of choice, but to reinforce the idea that I'm callin' the shots. Another dose or two won't hurt to reinforce her devotion to my dick."

Doom's eyes seemed to burn, even through the hologram. "Your lack of planning concerns me," the dictator said. "Richards and the others are set to return soon. You have not yet explained how your...affair...with the Invisible Woman will destroy the Fantastic Four from within."

"The blonde goddess is biochemically addicted to my dick," Porkum said as he tied the belt of the trenchcoat around his enormous girth, and then plucked a large-brimmed fedora from the box. His ears went flat as he fixed it on his bald pate. "She can't live without my dick. She just doesn't know it yet. Give me a month, and her kids will be calling me daddy."

"You do not have a month," Doom said flatly. "Nor do I think Richards will allow his wife to leave without a fight."

Doom's words haunted Porkum as he stalked the neon-lit streets of New York. Nearly as broad as he was tall, even hardened New Yorkers gave the stranger in the trenchcoat a wide berth. When he passed by some whores, the pig-man mutant smiled as he saw their nipples harden in their scanty garments, and their faces registered confusion as their instincts told them to stay away and their bodies became sexually excited. Just a whiff of his pheromones, in an exposed place like this, wouldn't do more than wet some pussies. They needed to be concentrated, in close quarters, to have their maximum impact.

The mutant went, not to the front entrance of the Baxter Building, but to the loading bay in the rear of the building. Still a secure area, Porkum grinned beneath his hat as he imagined the cameras and sensors that must be picking him up right now. His hand dug into his pocket and found the small burner phone there. Untraceable, Doom had assured him. Sue Storm's number was already programmed into it.

In the Fantastic Four's quarters, Sue Storm's phone went off. She glanced at the number—and froze as she saw Porkum's name. Her chest was suddenly tight as she accepted the call.

"Y-yes?" she said. Her own voice sounded strange to her. Excited. Scared. Hopeful.

"I'm at the loading dock at the back of the Baxter Building," he said. "Come down her and suck my cock."

"I—I can't—I..." Sue stammered, confused. Her body immediately flared into arousal. She shook as gooseflesh rose over her skin. The heroine wore only an oversized Fantastic Four t-shirt and panties.

"Now," he ordered.

There was nothing magical about his voice. Porkum had no ability to influence women with his voice. That was part of the reason he showed up here. Right now, Sue Storm's body still seethed with his biochemicals. They percolated in her brain. This was a test, as well as a reinforcement.

Sue Storm's brief struggle against the lingering chemical warfare in her brain was like an octogenarian raising a hand to Bruce Lee. Her head spun as a wave of arousal and attraction overwhelmed her. As her knees shook, a warm trickle ran down her thighs, her panties instantly drenched.

"Y-yes," she said, as she staggered to her feet. Giddy as a schoolgirl.

Porkum waited and thought. Normally, he'd be focused on whose throat he was going to fuck. Which asshole he was going to turn inside out. The women he'd break on his dick as he emptied his balls into them, and his seed washed through their body, to reduce the most prim and proper of heroines to whores.

Now, Doom's words haunted him. He needed to play this a little differently. Had to think ahead. He needed a more intense interaction with Sue Storm.

She opened the loading bay door. He rose with hardly a clatter, the chains well-greased. Porkum strode in on his thick-set legs. His small, dark eyes drank in the sight of the tall, lithe heroine dressed in nothing but an oversized blue t-shirt and a pair of panties so wet they were practically transparent, her golden curls plastered against her skin, the vulva clearly outlined between her thighs.

He didn't even have to tell her to drop to her knees. The Invisible Woman crawled to him and opened the flaps of his trench coat, even as the bay door closed behind him, so that no bystanders could see Sue Storm fetch out the great pink prick with both hands, giddy and shaking with excitement, eyes dilated as his pheromones worked on her brain like a ****.

Her lips slathered his prick. Porkum raised one hand and grabbed a handful of golden hair.

"Change of plans," he growled, even as his precum smeared her lips. "Go pack a bag. Make arrangements. You're staying with me for a bit."

Sue Storm's big blue eyes blinked. There was only the briefest flicker of confusion, rebellion. Then they went as placid as a cow's.

"For how long?"