Porkum Gives Sue Storm A Septum Ring

Sue Storm sat on her haunches like a good little piggy as Porkum slid the hooks into her nostrils. The strap went over her forehead and the crown of her skull, down to the base, where it latched onto the collar she'd fixed around her neck. She grimaced in discomfort as he tightened the strap, which tugged at her nostrils and turned the tip of her nose up, in pale mockery of Porkum's piggy snout.

Except the mutant wasn't trying to make Sue more like him. He wanted to mark her as his.

God help me, Sue thought to herself as she saw him slip on the gloves and bring the needle up to her nose. I want that too.

There was a pinch. A pain short, sharp intense. Sue closed her eyes, so that she couldn't see the moment when the sanitized needle pierced the flesh and integument just before the cartilage in her nose. Then something cold and heavy slid into place, a weight that tugged down—and the sharp pain was replaced by a dull ache.

"There you go," Porkum said as he admired his handiwork. The small adamantium ring hung from Sue Storm's nostrils. He had to resist the urge to rub his cock over that beautiful face. Not because Sue Storm would have minded, but because he didn't want to infect her new wound. No, he wanted Sue Storm to be healthy when her husband got back and saw what she'd done to herself.

With a flick of the wrist, he undid the nose hook—but he left the black collar around her throat.

She stayed where she was, obedient as a dog. When his hand brushed her cheek, she nuzzled him like a bitch in heat. The blue eyes were dilated, and she looked up at him with an adoration beyond normal human emotion. Porkum's cum had her brain swimming in love chemicals. Utter infatuation overwhelmed her rational brain. He knew he would need to keep her topped up to maintain the effect.

"You're gonna go home. Take care of that. Let it heal. Tomorrow morning, 6 AM sharp, go to the Starbucks nearest Four Freedoms Plaza. Men's restroom, the stall at the end. I'll give you some cream for your coffee."

"Yes," Sue said. She blinked, and her brow furrowed for a moment.

"What do I tell people when they ask about my ring?"

Porkum grinned.

"Think up a lie. A good one. But keep it. Don't take it out. Understand?"

"Yes," she whispered. Then her eyes fell down to his cock. She sucked in her bottom lip. Even with the cum that filled her stomach, the desire for more of his addictive splooge filled her.

"Kiss it goodbye," he said, as the cock lifted erect, so the scuzzy tip waved in front of Sue Storm's face. "Until tomorrow."

Sue leaned forward and pressed her lips against that soft, spongy tip. Then her lips opened and she slurped, noisily. Her tongue stole out to brush his piss-hole, and Porkum had to put his hand on her head, grab a fistful of hair, and haul her to her feet.

"Ah ah ah," he said. "Get yourself together. No one can find out about us, okay?"

"Yes," she said, breathlessly. "Yes, of course. Tomorrow...I'll see you tomorrow..."

She took halting steps out of the factory, with many looks back. Her hands fumbled with her clothes. Porkum waited until she stepped out of the doors and blinked out of sight. Then he looked at the mess he'd made. From the shadows, five Doombots emerged, with cleaning gear that ranged from some sort of high-tech power-washer to what looked like a simple broom.

"Your subterfuge will not last for long," Doom spoke through one of the robots. "Richards and the others are already on their way back. They will return soon."

"Let 'em," Porkum grinned. "Can't wait to see how they respond to Suzie's little septum piercing."