Porkum Removes A Defraudium Crystal From Her Collar

All of a sudden, the pain lessened. Sue Storm blinked, surprised. She saw a sickly yellow glow in the palm of Porkum's hand as he showed her the radioactive gem he removed from her collar. Then his palm closed.

"Obey me," he said. "And you'll feel good. Disobey, and you'll be weak and in pain."

It was a simple lesson. A basic incentive. Something that Sue Storm was sure wouldn't work on her.

In that, she was wrong.

Throughout the day, Porkum introduced Sue Storm to her new schedule. Simple stretching exercises, like Yoga—if Yoga was accomplished with dildos in ass, pussy, and throat. She watched on screen and tried to mimic the positions as she gagged around the skinny pink schlong that filled her mouth. The added pressure in her pussy and ass added an erotic thrill to many positions, while others felt almost impossibly uncomfortable as the intruding sex toys seemed to rub against each other inside her body.

She was made to wash herself. Not in water. The liquid was thick, oily, and permeated her skin and hair. Until she smelled like him. Sue shivered as she rubbed the clear liquid over herself in accordance with his instructions. She imagined it was the sweat that dripped from his balls. Some concentrated liquid pheromone so that his chemicals would wear down her rational mind.

The room was hot enough that she didn't mind the nudity after a while, but the "bath" made her skin itch.

Meals were laced with Porkum's spunk. It was the only time Sue was allowed to take the dildo out of her mouth all day. At least, Sue thought of the passage of time in terms of days. There was no clock, no window, no daylight or night. The light was constant, even when she was allowed to sleep. The cycle of activities was regular, with just enough variety to keep her from going mad.

Sometimes Porkum ordered her to service him. Sue found herself obeying. Things she had never done for Reed. Once, she cleaned every inch of Porkum's enormous balls with her mouth. Another time, she did squats on his cock, the two-foot long prick stood tall and proud thanks to a hard ring around the base. Sue stood above him and bent down, let it penetrate her, pushed down as far as she dared—until it began to hurt—then stood up again on trembling thighs. Over and over, until at last her legs gave out beneath her, and Porkum caught her as she fell, still impaled on his cock.

She thought perhaps as the days went on, the dildos got bigger. She could hardly breathe around the one in her throat now, and her jaw ached constantly. Her ass and pussy were stuffed all the time, so sore she could hardly walk at times, yet her progress with the strange yoga exercises grew—more fluid, more confident.

Yet the only true measure of her advance was the times when Porkum pulled a gem from her collar. Then, Sue would feel a little stronger, a little more confident. Then Sue knew she was one step further—toward freedom, or being Porkum's complete bitch, she wasn't sure. Nor, increasingly, did Sue care. It felt like the two states were one and the same. That when she was finally free of the last gem, she would have surrendered all of herself to Porkum.