Porkum Makes Sue Storm Rub Herself On His Cock Until She Cums Continuously

Or, better yet, Porkum thought to himself. Make the Invisible Bitch work for it.

"You want to get off, don't you?" Porkum asked.

"Yes...I mean no..." Sue Storm said, confused. The pig-man's mighty grip held her knees against her shoulders. His massive hard-on rubbed against her crotch, with only the thin material of her costume between his cock and her cunt. Her face was crimson, eyes dilated, dizzy and weak from the defraudium and the extended exposure to his pheromones.

"But we're so close," Porkum said. "All you need to do is take off your pants and cum. Then we'll be done. One good orgasm, and you're free! You want that don't you?"

The Invisible Woman's heart leaped in her breast. The ray of hope nearly burst through the fog of lust that enveloped her as Porkum's chemicals inundated her brain. She fervently wanted to believe the villain's words. What was more, her body wanted it. Her cunny throbbed in pent-up need.

"Yes," Sue gasped as she let go of his cock and reached down, in her awkward, painful position, to pull her pants and panties up her thighs. So that her bare pussy pressed against the swollen base of Porkum's porcine prick.

The touch of flesh on flesh was almost electric. Porkum felt the heroine shiver in his grip. Her knees bent, to bring as much of her slit to bare and press against his fuckmeat as possible. Sue Storm's blue eyes rolled into her head as a cock other than her husband's touched her pussy for the first time. Even without it inserted, the mere betrayal was a taboo thrill that would normally have sent her into despair...but her mind was so mixed up that all she could concentrate on was the immediate goal:

Getting off.

"That's it," Porkum coaxed her as Sue's gloved hands gripped his forearm. She lifted her body up and let it slide down, the hot wet pussy a slug-like smear against his dick. Pre-cum oozed freely down from his dick and mingled with her own vaginal fluids. The chemicals in his natural lubricant stimualted her own genitals and drove them into overdrive. Her cunt burned and throbbed almost painfully as blood rushed to her labia, the normally demure lips swollen to almost twice their normal size, her mons puffy and exquisitely sensitive as she lifted herself up and down, up and down.

It was like Porkum was her exercise equipment. Or her personal sex toy. Sue storm gasped for air and drew in lungfuls of the hot, humid air laced with his sweat and pheromones. The smell of him seemed to imprint itself on her body as she sweated and grunted in the bare remnants of the suit she had hoped would save her. The white foam had weakened it to the point where bits and pieces fell off with every surge as she flexed her muscles and dragged her pussy up and down his cock.

Porkum said nothing as her panting breaths grew quicker. He had seen this before, when bitches were on the verge of breaking through their last inhibition. When their conscious mind, so full of morals and righteousness gave way to the animal need to mate. To get off. He doubted that any of her friends or family would recognize the bitch that rubbed herself so furiously against his prick. The closer she got to climax, the most of her pussy slobber she left on his pole. Her whole body went into the frantic need for more friction, to scrape her swollen clit along the big ropy vein that ran along the back of his girthy rod. The tip of his prick flailed as she increased her motion, and drops of pre-cum splattered her face. Drops which her tongue instinctively sought to catch, to swallow...

His own balls ached as they rose and fell. He could feel the load he'd held in for tonight, the familiar pressure of billions of sperm that needed to let loose. Enough of his potent mind-altering chemicals to reduce the most powerful amazon to a pathetic bitch addicted to his seed, willing to offer up any hole for his attention. Porkum's eyes drank in the sight of the blonde goddess that bucked like a lust-maddened prom queen against his great pink erection.

The anticipation built and built inside her. Faster and faster she moved, and the pleasant burn of her pussy became an all-consuming passion. Her hips ached and her muscles squeezed tightly. Sue began to hyperventilate, her heart fluttered, nipples achingly hard and swollen, and the sense of anticipation grew and grew and she couldn't stop...didn't want to stop...never wanted to stop...

Until her whole body arched. Sue Storm's hips thrust upwards. Porkum laughed as she bucked wildly in mid-air, and a scream ripped forth from her lips.

"YES!" Sue Storm shouted as an electric wave swept up from her crotch. Every muscle in her body seemed to contract and she quivered for a moment in Porkum's grip, his hands still firmly about her ankles. Her pussy spasmed and squirted out of control.

Then, with a grunt, Porkum flexed his ab muscles. His cock twitched until it slapped against her lust-swollen pussy.

"You're not done, slut," Porkum said. "Keep going. Keep cumming. You can do that, can't you?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes..." She moaned, with more fervor than any porn star ever begged for cock.

It wasn't clear at first if Sue Storm heard him. Then her lower body collapsed. Her pussy juice ran in rivulets to drip off Porkum's balls. Yet the normal post-coital lassitude did not fill Sue Storm. Her pussy touched his prick again...and she began to repeat her performance. Her sore, swollen pussy rubbed against that slick cock. Her eyes rolled as she moved of her own volition, and she felt it began to build inside of her again. Sue Storm had never been multi-orgasmic, but as Porkum's biochemical cocktail worked on her brain and nervous system, such cascades of pleasure became much more likely.

It was a long night. Porkum was in no rush. Doom had bought them time in this factory, for him to coax Sue Storm to climax after climax. With each one, more of her old self was lost. Pleasure chemicals ripped through her brain. Love and affection for her husband and children replaced by the overpowering need for Porkum's cock, his touch, his smell. A normal woman, without protections, would have been his within minutes. With the Invisible Woman's cosmic-ray-enhanced physiology, however, Porkum took no chances. He let her fuck herself silly, to give his powers the maximum opportunity to work.

With each climax, whatever vestige of resistance Sue Storm had faded. She forgot her desire to escape. Forgot the vows she had made when she married Reed Richards. Even her life as a superheroine dwindled against the cocaine-like rush of dopamine as her body quivered and quaked with orgasm after orgasm...until, as dawn came, Porkum let her slide onto the floor.

Sue Storm's ass was in the air, pants down around her ankles. Her pussy was a wet, sopping mess, a mix of her own juices and Porkum's pre-cum. The Invisible Woman's cheek was flat against the floor, her blonde hair in wild disarray. She quivered and moaned as her pussy seemed to gulp for air, her tired muscles spasmed, **** for something anything.

"Please," the corrupted heroine said. "Please, I need your cock...I need it..."