Porkum Wants Sue Storm's Clothes

The pig-man leaned over the edge of the pit. The dark eyes were small and deep-set, yet gleamed like a beast's.

"Your clothes. Give them to me."

His voice in that moment was a thick, gravelly parody of an Austrian accent, and the Porkum chuckled at his own joke. Yet his eyes, which never left the feminine form that desperately tried to keep afloat in the cum-filled tank, were dead serious.

"Go to hell!" Sue Storm snarled.

Yet there was more bravado than conviction in her voice. The Invisible Woman knew she was in a terrible state. The disgusting trap had been set too well. She would drown here, in Porkum's own filthy jizz, unless he helped her out.

Her jaw worked as she tried to keep afloat. Porkum was a veritable statue on the edge, the naked pig-man didn't miss a single movement as Sue did her damndest to keep her head above the surface. Yet despite how athletic she was, her wounded leg ached badly. She didn't know how long she could keep this up.

"I want your word," Sue said. "If I give you my clothes, you'll help me up and let me go free."

Porkum's snout twitched, just like a real pig's.

"Sure," he said. "On one condition. You walk the rest of the way back home. Covered in my cum. You don't clean off until you get there."

Outrage soared in the Invisible Woman's heart—but she had **** but to agree.

Then she took a deep breath and ducked under the surface of the liquid.

Disrobing under water was a tricky enough practice at the best of times—and this was not the best of times. Sue struggled to hold her breath as she sank down and pulled the shirt over her head. As soon as the garment was free, she kicked against the bottom of the tank and pushed and dragged herself to the surface. She flung the shirt at his face, and Porkum grinned as he caught sight of the sperm-drenched breasts of the Invisible Woman.

Sue repeated the procedure with her lower half. Her lungs burned as she sought to pull off the boots and leggings. Already she could feel fatigue set in as she struggled to remain above the surface and not gulp down a mouthful of rancid semen. Porkum caught her flung garment and set it aside. His dark eyes never left her.

"All of it," he said. "Underwear too."

Sue Storm's face burned with embarrassment. Yet she had come too far now to back out. As she sank down beneath the surface again, Sue unlatched her bra and slid it out. It might have been her imagination, but the cum seemed warmer than before. She grimaced as she wriggled out of her panties, tried not to think about how much of that seed was going up her snatch. A problem for later. It took almost all of her strength to push off the bottom once again, to break the surface, to fling up one white, sticky arm with her bra and panties...

A great pink hand clasped her wrist. Naked, Sue Storm panted, sucked in air, heady from the fumes of the accumulated jizz. With care, Porkum plucked her underwear from her hand—and that was the moment the Invisible Woman knew that she was completely in the mutant pig-man's power.