Porkum Orders Sue Storm To Walk Home In the Semen-Stained Panties

"In fact," Porkum said, and he stepped closer. "You're going to keep wearing those panties. You're gonna feel my hot nut squelch with every step all the way back to the Baxter Building. And tomorrow I'm going to send you another pair. And the day after that. And you're going to wear my filthy, cum-crusted underoos every day, even after your limp-dick husband gets back."

He stepped forward boldly, the tip of his two-foot cock pressed into her panties hard enough to make fresh dribbles of cum ooze down her legs. Porkum's small, dark, deep-set eyes met hers. He couldn't see the invisible filter she'd set up over her face, only the dilation of her pupils, the lips drawn into a tight line, barely breathing.

"Nod once if you understand," he said.

She nodded. It was instant. Her body shook and a sickening shame came over her as she resisted the urge to rub her crotch over the cock that poked her. Porkum grunted, satisfied.

"All right then, Invisible Slut. Get going. I'll give you a fresh load tomorrow."

Shock went through Sue Storm. This was her chance. The arrogant asshole had actually ordered her to leave. Obediently, she took a step back and turned. Every step made her damp, disgusting panties, full of his jizz, ooze and squelch. He watched her go, knees trembling like a newborn faun as she aimed her body at the nearest exit. Leaving behind the mutant, many of her weapons, large parts of her costume—but outside—yet every step took her further away from Porkum and his pheromones, from the defraudium gem whose sickly light drained her strength and made any use of her powers a painful ordeal.

She burst through the door and let the invisible filter dissolve. Sue Storm exhaled sharply, then drew in a double lungful of clean, untainted air. The stabbing pain in her head was a memory, her thighs and ass were cold. She reeled drunkenly to the opposite side of the alley and braced herself against the wall.

Got to get home, she thought. Whatever control Porkum had exercised over her thanks to her pheromones, she could still feel that order resonate through her brain.

Yet he hadn't told her when to go home. Or by what route.

Sue Storm faded from view. Careful to avoid being detected, she made a small patch of the wall next to the door invisible—and saw Porkum moving away, toward the opposite side of the factory. As quiet as she could manage with a pussy sticky and dripping with semen, Sue followed, keeping an eye on Porkum.

If I keep my distance, she thought to herself. I can follow Porkum right back to his lair! Or get the drop on him—knock him out from afar somehow!

What Sue Storm did not count on was that another hero would stumble across Porkum and foil her **** plan.