Porkum Tries To Find The Invisible Woman By Touch

The dark, piggy eyes scanned the room. The heaps of trash made any footing uncertain, there was hardly place for any individual to stand. The naked mutant grunted in satisfaction as he strode boldly across the room, headless of the heaped bottles and fast food containers, and shut and locked the door. The Invisible Woman was stunned at this sudden burst of speed, and as Porkum turned, his back to the locked door, she realized that now she was trapped with him.

The atmosphere of the room seemed to intensify. Porkum's pheromonal reek was stronger than the smell of stale ****, tobacco, and wasted food. The invisible heroine shivered as a sensual heat bloomed over her. Pussy clamped, a wet dribble oozed down her thighs. She had spoken to Jessica Jones once, about the Purple Man. The way that Jessica's own body had betrayed her, how just the presence of him had been enough to make her wet and ready for whatever the villain had in mind. How it wasn't a matter of willpower at all, that the power had simply reached past her conscious brain entirely as if it wasn't there.

Sue hadn't been able to comprehend that. Now, she began to have an inkling. It scared her to the core.

He bent his legs. The cock stood out in front of him two feet, the last ten or twelve inches bowed under its own weight. The pig-man spread his arms wide—he was barely taller than Sue, and wider than he was tall. With his great flabby arms extended, Porkum could encompass much of the room easily. With slow deliberation, he stepped forward from the door—and now the Invisible Woman saw his plan.

Blindly, Porkum was trying to touch the unseen intruder. To lay his filthy hands on her invisible form. Probably to grope and squeeze her body, to crush her beneath him, and—

The Invisible Woman's face flushed with the sudden erotic fantasy that filled her lust-contaminated brain. Porkum moved slowly, deliberately, his cock forward and arms waving. Sue had to retreat carefully, barely able to maintain her invisibility, scarcely able to breathe—and every breath brought more of his pheromonal musk into her lungs, into her brain. So that her crotch throbbed with liquid heat, and she could feel the dampness of her pussy-juice as it reached her boot.

She had backed up until she was at the door to the bathroom. There was no where further to go to escape. Desperately, Sue eyed her chances of trying to rush past him, to gain the far door, escape into the open air where she could think clearly, maybe smash him with an invisible **** field from a safe distance once she could concentrate.