Porkum Subverts The Wasp

The Invisible Woman was one of the most powerful superhumans on a planet crowded with superpowers. She was a member of the Fantastic Four, one of the pre-eminent and experienced groups of heroes on the planet, and with ties to both the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. Her living quarters, the Baxter Building, was hardened against exotic threats from outer space, beneath the Earth, and other dimensions; it was more secure than the White House or the Pentagon, comparable to the Royal Palace of Attilan or Doomstadt itself in terms of its ability to withstand a siege from extranormal threats or mundane forces.

Which is why Porkum turned his attention to Janet van Dyne, the Wasp. She was an Avenger, but her individual personal protection consisted solely of her personal powers and some of the basic precautions of rich people. Bespoke apartments in Los Angeles and New York, with all of the security that a wealthy heiress could afford.

As far as Porkum was concerned, she might as well have lived in a yurt on the naked and open tundra.

It was in the early hours of the morning when the Wasp retired to her Manhattan apartment. The red dress was one of her latest designs, showing an almost immodest amount of thigh and cleavage, with a diamond-shaped cutout to showcase her hardwon abs, while careful support held up and emphasized her modest breast to imply a greater depth of cleavage than she normally had. Her body was tight and showed wiry strength and athleticism—as it should, after the hours she spent in the gym to supplement the genetic augmentations that gave her superpowers, and the daily beauty regimen that kept her skin smooth and flawless, her dark brown hair bright and glossy, her teeth white and even and perfect.

The doorman smiled as he buzzed her in, and Janet smiled at him, still elated by the tasty cocktails served after the successful fashion show. Hank was in L.A.; something had come up with the West Coast Avengers involving complex physics. As the heroine slid off her heels, her nostrils flared. There was a smell...one that shouldn't be here...

Even slightly ****, Janet's eyes narrowed as she stared down the dark corridor that led toward her bedroom. She set purse and shoes down and held her hands before her, palms out. Bio-electricity crackled as she prepared a charge of her wasp's sting. Silent in her stocking feet, she slid forward. The smell was strange—a sort of animalistic musk, almost sweet. Like the not-unpleasant sweat of a burly man who has raised a sweat doing something manly—like Hercules after a workout. Even now, the Wasp could remember his hairy chest, those massively developed pectorals...

Janet felt heat bloom across her cheeks and a sudden weakness in her legs as her pussy clenched hard. She blinked and teetered on the balls of her feet as she fought for self-control, yet the sensation grew more intense. Her heart hammered in her chest, nipples suddenly stiff. The heat crept up to her ears, and something hot trickled down her inner thigh, almost as if she had peed herself—though the Wasp realized it wasn't that, and that made it all the more embarrassing.

This level of lust wasn't natural.

In the dark corridor, a sickly yellow light burned. The bioelectric charge that Janet had built up vanished, almost instantly, the hairs on her arms rose as it dissipated into harmless static electricity. Her leg muscles gave way beneath her, and she fell onto her knees.

Instinctively, the Wasp attempted to shrink to escape her foe. Nothing happened. Weakly, she turned and began to crawl away. She sought to contact any local insects, but her brain felt like it was wrapped in steel wool. In her purse was her smartphone, her Avengers communicator—

"Nice ass," a voice said. Gruff, low-pitched. The Wasp seized up for a minute. The combination of voice and pheromones seemed to do something in her brain. She felt like a bitch in heat. Panties soaked, body clenched. Her hand reached out for the purse, but it was like her body fought her.

Something heavy landed on her head. Hot and heavy, it flopped over her face like an obscene elephant's trunk. Two huge, warm masses pressed against the back of her head. The Wasp felt trapped. Worse than that, she felt the will to resist drain out of her almost as fast as her carefully trained muscles lost their strength.

The Wasp collapsed onto the floor mere inches from her purse. She was dimly aware of rough hands that flipped her over, but most of her attention was taken up with the smell and heat that flooded her brain. Janet lay sprawled on the floor, utterly defeated without a single punch thrown—and then a pair of huge, suffocating masses settled on her face. Salty, bitter sweat trickled off Porkum's balls, and the heroine beneath him opened her mouth and sucked on a handful of his scrotum. His sweat oozed down her mouth, even as the sack pressed like a hot compress on her eyes. It made her head spin...and her hips twitch as they humped the empty air.

"That's it," Porkum said as he teabagged the Wasp into submission. "We're gonna have a lot of fun...and then you're gonna do a little favor for me..."

If Janet van Dyne heard Porkum, she gave no sign. Already, his pheromones were re-writing her brain. The pig-man's thick pink fingers toyed with the chunk of defraudium that hung on a gold chain around his neck. His dark eyes stared into the darkness as he imagined the Baxter Building with all of its super-security. Nothing that Porkum could bust into...but the Wasp? His lips broke into a grin as he reached down to scratch the balls that rested like a suffocating pillow on Janet's face.

The Wasp would be able to go where he couldn't.