Porkum Leaves Sue Storm Wanting More

Something thick pushed into Sue Storm's aching hole—but it wasn't Porkum's cock. The small dark eyes twinkled with amusement as he slid one massive finger in, knuckle deep. The tight twat squeezed around his finger as the sex-starved heroine instinctively sought to draw him in deep and hold him inside of her. His hand twisted forward and back, tugged experimentally. The pussy clung to him and stretched backward grotesquely.

With a wet pop he pulled the finger free, and admired the way Sue Storm's hole gaped for a moment, before it squeezed tight again. Like a fish that gasped for air. The mutant nodded his head.

"You want it," he said. "But you're not ready yet. You need practice."

"Please," Sue begged, all pride gone for a moment. She raised her face up out of the puddle of pre-cum. It dripped from her cheek. "I need it. Please."

Porkum grinned at the plaintitive whine in her voice. So different from the haughty, superior tone she had adopted when she came in here, to hunt him. He chuckled until his great belly shook. This one would be fun to play with.

"I'll tell you what, Invisible Slut," he said to the sullied goddess of his dreams. "I'll let you earn a fucking."

He stood up and walked over to the remnants of his robotic alter-ego. The fake prick had survived mainly intact, with only a few black scorch marks on the life-like epidermis, although the huge testicles hadn't. Porkum gripped the cock, which was stuck in full erection mode, and pulled and twisted until he heard a click. It came away from the broken remnants of the pelvis, and he carried it back over to her.

Sue had raised herself into a seated position. She hadn't even bothered to pull her pants back up. Her hands reached up to take the false cock as Porkum handed it to her.

"You're going back home. You're going to hide this from your family and friends. Fuck yourself with it every chance you get. Every week, you're going to send me a video show me how much of this cock you can take. And when you can take it all..."

He left the last part unsaid. Sue Storm clutched her new sex toy to her chest.

"Yes...yes, thank you..." she murmured, brain still addled. Her eyes fell to his cock, and she bit her lips.

Porkum knew it would pass. But the seed was planted. Sue Storm would fuck herself on the dismembered cock, and each time she did a little of his seed that Doom had planted inside of it would soak into her and reinforce her corruption. The mutant grinned as he thought about how she would fuck away everything in her life, just for another taste of his cock.

"Now go on. Get out of here. I'll clean up," he said, though he had no intention of doing that. It was what Doombots were for.

Sue Storm staggered to her feet. She clutched the cock between her breasts as she staggered away, haggard and half-naked. At the door, she looked back...and then vanished from sight. Invisible, but still dripping with his pre-cum, Sue Storm slipped back into the streets with her new mission.

Porkum scratched his balls. Not a bad night's work.