Porkum Wants Sue To Jerk Him Off

The Invisible Woman's blue eyes widened in horror at Porkum's demand.

"I can't!" she said. "I won't! You disgusting beast!"

The pig-man's meaty fist seized around Sue Storm's right forearm. The goo-covered suit shattered and shredded as he squeezed painfully tight. Porkum gave a phlegmy chuckle that echoed in the heroine's helmet.

"Sure you can," he said. "And sure you will."

Porkum took a step backward, so that his back rested against one of the large vats, and seated himself on a conveniently-placed pipe. With is grotesque gut, he didn't have much of a lap to speak of, and his naked prick shifted so that Sue was trapped between his stomach and his engorged cock. She squirmed and twisted, her left elbow stabbed into his sides, but all that managed to do was further worsen her armor, as bits and pieces of the dissolving suit fell off.

The mutant ignored her struggles. With easy strength, he **** her hand down to where the spongy tip of his oversized dick waved in the air, nearly even with the bottom of Sue Storm's breasts. In an act of defiance, the Invisible Woman formed a fist. Determined not to oblige Porkum's sick request.

Sue could not see Porkum's mouth gape wide. Yet the crunch as he bit down on her helmet rattled her skull. The wrench as he tore the helmet off with a quick jerk of his head was accompanied by a shower of sparks...and then Sue was exposed to the outside air. Panted hard. Inhaled his nasty, seductive musk, even as his snout snuffled in her blonde hair.

"Touch it," he ordered. "It's just a handjob. I could do worse. I could tear your pants off and pump a load of piglets into you. That would be fun to explain to your husband, wouldn't it? Or those kids of yours. What do you think they care about more—Mommy getting fucked half to **** and then a fun trip to the abortion clinic, or a quiet little blowjob that nobody needs to know about except you and me?"

The Invisible Woman grimaced. She bit back a curse. Her vision swam as an unnatural heat filled her head. She shivered, though she wasn't cold. Her cunt, pressed against the base of that hot cock, burned with need. It was everything she could do not to rock her hips back and forth, just to rub her pussy. Fear and disgust warred with unnatural lust inside of her.

She told herself it was Porkum's powers.

She told herself she didn't want this as her right hand unclenched.

As Porkum guided her hand to his huge, thick fuckmuscle.

Sue swallowed the saliva that had built up in her mouth as her hand gripped his shaft, right beneath the weird, distorted head with its floppy foreskin. She could feel the heat of his cock through her gloves.

"That's it," Porkum said as he moved her arm up and down. "Nice and slow. Look at you go..."

She told herself that she wasn't doing it. That it was Porkum's fist on her forearm that guided her arm up and down. Yet she could feel his skin beneath her hand. Felt the throb of thick veins, felt the ridge of the crest of his distorted glans beneath that foreskin, like a rubbery speedbump that her thumb ran over again and again.

Her eyes focused on the head of that prick. It was like the tip of an elephant's trunk, only pink. The last third or so of the cock was soft and squishy like a natural sponge. Further down, there was a harder core...and despite her focus on the task at hand, Sue started to wonder what it would feel like. If he did try to penetrate her. She remembered the first nights with Reed, how he had felt so big. Reed had even complained at how tight she was. Not that he complained much after she'd given birth. She had never quite been as tight afterwards. The Invisible Woman stared at the greasy, slick skin as her hand squeeze it up and down, up and down, over and over, until the cloudy juice overflowed the foreskin and began to dribble down the thick pink shaft.

It was several minutes before Sue realized the Porkum had released her arm and she had been jerking off his shaft on her own.

Which is when Porkum gave her another order.