Porkum Sells a Copy To Sue Storm's Friend

"Oh fuck...fuck...fuck...you're splitting me in two!"

The smartphone played the video in high definition. It was Starktech, top of the line. Yet the image on the screen was of a very familiar blonde, her pussy stuffed to bursting with an inhuman cock.

"So, Miss van Dyne," Porkum said. "What do you think? Worth the price?"

The lips of Janet van Dyne, the Wasp, were drawn in a tight line. A part of her wanted to just zap Porkum with her wasp's sting. Grow to giant size and smash him like a bug. Except...except if she did, she'd lose her only link to where this stuff was coming from.

Because the one thing the Wasp was absolutely sure about is that there was no way her friend, Susan Storm, the Invisible Woman, wife of Reed Richards, would be impaling herself on a mutant cock on video.

Yet it absolutely looked liked it.

Janet laid a wad of bills on the table. Porkum offered a smile as he reached over to take it.

"A word of warning," the Wasp said. "I'm paying for exclusive access. If this shows up anywhere—on the web, say—I'll find you, and I'll end you."

Porkum grinned. "Understood. And if I, ah, happen to come across some other videos—"

"I'll buy them," Janet said. "You know how to get in touch with me."

If only to buy time while she figured out what to actually do with the recording.

In her Manhattan apartment, Janet sipped a glass of wine and watched the video again. She couldn't take this to just anyone. The natural thing to do would be to visit Sue—discreetly—and let her know this filth was being put out. Janet felt glad for her foresight in establishing an anonymous presence in the superhero dark nets, buying up porn before it could be released to the general public. Porkum had come to her first—at least, she hoped he had.

The video ended, and Janet set it to replay.

Starktech. Tony could crack this open, probably find out a lot about where it came from, who made the file. Maybe that was a better way of going about things. There was no need to confront Sue about it directly. She might take it the wrong way. In fact, it might be possible to take care of this without Sue knowing about it at all.

Assuming that Sue Storm didn't actually make the video.

The Wasp's eyes were half-lidded as she watched the blonde on the tiny screen. She looked like Susan, yet Janet had never seen Sue in the throes of ecstasy. Had never imagined any woman could take a cock that size, even though the blonde slut seemed to have trouble taking more than about half of it. The poor cunt looked like it would never be the same size again.

Almost unconsciously, Janet's thighs parted a little wider. Her skirt hiked up. One hand fell to her panties.

It wasn't Sue. It was just porn. Hot, raunchy porn. Some blonde bimbo getting her cunny remodeled. Janet's fingers rubbed her panties as her tongue circled her lips, unable to look away.