Porkum Plans to Pierce Sue Storm's Labia

"Porkie?" Sue said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice as she stepped into the old pork packing plant that Porkum called home. She wasn't sure when she had started to call him by that little term of endearment. It had started in her head, after the last weekend.

She'd spent the whole week thinking about it—and thinking too, about next weekend. The days seemed to stretch by slowly. The children were due back next week, along with Reed and the others. The thought set her teeth on edge. She knew what she was doing was wrong—yet neither could she stop herself. When he called her to confirm, he gave her explicit instructions.

"Shave yer pussy. No panties. Wear something accessible."

So she had. The Invisible Woman had shaved her golden pubes, and let H.E.R.B.I.E. vacuum them off the floor as she cut a few more inches off her most daring dress. The slinky black tube now barely covered her breasts and the tops of her thighs. If she actually bent over, she would give anyone behind her a show. It made Sue's heart flutter with excitement as she walked the streets in her slutty dress to her rendezvous with her lover.

Now here she was.

"In here," Porkum called, not from the stairs that led down to his lair, but from one of the rooms that led off from the office. Once, it must have been a little staff kitchen. Now the counters and cubbards were bare—and there was a woman there, with a mask over her face and black latex surgical gloves on her hands. Young, early twenties, Asian, with dark hair tied back in a bun. Strange angular black tattoos covered her exposed arms, and her ears and eyebrows were a forest of piercings.

There was a tray on the counter beside her.

Porkum stood in a trench coat and fedora behind her, a looming bulk. The disguise was thin, but

"C'mon," Porkum said. "Climb up on that counter and spread your legs."

Sue Storm swallowed, but obeyed. Not sure what she was getting herself into.

The piercer—for Sue was certain that was what she was—stared at the thin-lipped hairless pink twat with professional interest. She ran one black-gloved finger down Sue's slit, and then pushed inside, just enough so that she could grasp the labia between thumba nd forefinger and examine it a little, exposing the salmon-pink insides.

"Her labia minora are fairly small and non-protuberant," she said flatly. "I can go through the labia majora, but it'll hurt, and for what you want we'll need to use a thicker gauge. It'll take more time to heal."

"What do you think, Suzie?" Porkum asked.

The Invisible Woman blinked. They were talking about piercing her pussy. Was this what Porkum had in mind as a surprise? It was so...slutty. She smiled at the young woman that studied her pussy so avidly.

"Whatever you think is best. If you need to go through the outer labia or use a thicker gauge, that's fine."

Sue hardly knew what she was saying. Yet the young woman nodded and reached for her tray. She took an **** pad and wiped down Sue's pussy. Then she grasped one of the thicker, larger-gauge needles.

The needle was thick. Sharp. Sterilized. Sue held her breath as the pain began. her thighs trembled as the needle pushed through the thicker outer lips, all the way through from the outside to the inside. It took a steady hand and some strength and skill, to pierce through the outer labia without stabbing Sue in the pussy.

Yet it was what came next that caught Sue by surprise. The small grommets that the skilled fingers pushed into the wound, until the shiny metal snapped together. When she pulled her hands away, Sue saw a smear of blood on her shaven pussy—but also a little metal circle that held open a hole in the flesh, like the eyelet of a sneaker.

Over the next excruciating thirty minutes, seven more holes were pierced in Sue Storm's pussy, for a total of four on each side. The heroine looked down at her bloody crotch in amazement. Not sure what she was looking at. Until the piercer took out a fresh black shoestring and fed it through the holes. Like tying a shoe, she laced Sue Storm's pussy up until the labia smooshed tightly together, and then tied a complex knot.

"No sexual contact until it heals—at least two weeks. Keep the area clean, and rinse it with salt water at least once a day. If it gets discolored or starts to ooze, you've got an infection. Treat it. Understand?"

Sue blink. Despite the haze of pain. No sex? For two weeks? Why? What was Porkum's game?

"Yes, I understand," Sue said.

As the piercer cleaned up after herself, Porkum stepped forward and handed her a clip full of bills. The young woman accepted it and left, never taking off her mask.

"What—" Sue asked, but Porkum just took off his hat and undid the belt of his coat. As it fell open, his pecker rose up, all two feet of his massive erection.

"Suck me," he said.

Like the obedient slut she was, Sue slid off the counter and got on her knees, Her handsreached up to fondle his huge, heavy, hot balls as her lips embraced his distended prickhead in an obscene kiss.

"Your pussy stays tied up until I untie it," Porkum said, by way of explanation. "Your cunt belongs to me. Not your husband. He doesn't get to use it anymore."

His hands patted her blonde head, and a wave of love and affection ran through Sue Storm's body. Her pussy throbbed with pain, but also dripped with excitement. She had no idea how this was going to work—how long she could hide this from Reed and the others.