Porkum Lets Sue Storm Lick His Cock

The mutant pig-man thrust his drooping pink prick through the bars of Sue Storm's cage. The smell intensified. Despite her nauseating meal, and the terrible weakness in her body from the defraudium gems in her collar, she felt a terrible arousal building inside of her. Her pussy began to drip, leaking like a runny nose, and her nipples were painfully stiff and erect.

"Fifteen minutes," Porkum said.

Sue couldn't turn around in the cage. Couldn't offer her needy cunt to that inhuman staff. Yet she had to do something.

The old Invisible Woman would have tried to bite it off. Yet the new Sue Storm's brain was already fogging with Porkum's pheromones. Her needy body whined. The smell of that fantastic fuckmeat stirred her aching cunny and made her drool. Tongue hanging out of her mouth as she salivated, nuzzling and licking the long shafte, tasting the cum-scum that crusted the prick, cleaning the accumulated smegma from the distorted glans, plunging her tongue into that massive piss-slit, and being rewarded with a dribble of splooge.

That set the tone. Sue Storm soon lost track of hours and days. Sometimes, she slept. Porkum would wake her for a new "meal," and the degraded heroine would eat it. For the first few "meals," it was with reluctance that she licked the bowl clean. Yet as her incarceration continued, Sue found herself craving the jizz, appreciating its flavors—sometimes salty-sweet, depending on how heavily Porkum had been drinking—and then he would begin "training" her.

The early training was simple. Porkum would bark a command, and Sue would do it. Usually something like being let out of the cage to go to the bathroom on command. Or cleaning the room. Sit up. Open her mouth. Spread her pussy. Spread her ass. Finger herself until told to stop.

The reward was always the same: Porkum's cock.

It was enough.

The pounds melted from Sue Storm's lean frame until her ribs showed. Her skin grew pale. A part of her was always hungry, and always horny. Her pussy was on fire, her thirst for Porkum's spunk seemingly endless. She didn't wait for his command to eat. Rubbed her needy cunny against the cold metal bars and masturbated herself to sleep.

The life, and her world, seemed impossibly distant now. Her husband, her family, her children, the pride she had as a woman and a heroine all replaced by the constant brain-numbing effects of continual exposure to Porkum's jizz and pheromones.

Until Porkum decided she was ready for more advanced training.