Porkum Wants To Eat Her Pussy

"Take off your pants and let me taste that sweet little heroine pussy," Porkum said. "And I'll let you go."

"What!?" Sue Storm couldn't believe what she had heard. "Never!"

The words were defiant. Yet they didn't come out with the **** Sue intended. Whether it was the defraudium crystal or the way Porkum's pheromones leaked through her ruptured suit, Sue couldn't deny the sensual heat in her body. It seemed to sap her will, the normally strong superheroine uncharacteristically lacking in conviction. Desperation ran through her as she struggled on the pig-man's lap, as one arm was wrapped around her neck, and the other groped her breasts through her costume.

"I'm married!" Sue said, as if that would make any difference.

"So? Hubby doesn't need to know," Porkum said. "I tell you, there's nothin' sweeter than a bit of hero pussy. In fact, sometimes I think the only reason I commit crimes at all is to get a taste of it. So what do you say? Give Porkum a little taste of cunt-juice, and we can both leave quietly..."

His free hand roamed about her body, and the strong fingers peeled off more and more of her decaying suit. He bore down on her body so that her crotch rubbed against the base of his girthy prick, and despite the way Sue tried to twist, she could not overcome his ****-hold. Her elbow-jabs bounced harmlessly over the swollen stomach, and when she tried to go for his eyes or snout, the mutant easily avoided her flailing arms.

Without her powers, Sue was helpless in his grasp.

"Of course, some women like to make a show of resisting," Porkum said. "Which suits me fine, whether you take it off willingly, and leave here with some decency—or if I just bend you over, lick you 'til you scream, and then strip you naked and shove you out into the street that way."

"You wouldn't!" Sue declared.

Yet in her heart of hearts, she knew he might. Most supervillains exercised a certain code—or at least, an unwritten understanding—with superheroes. Sex was off-limits. **** was a crime that had a way of challenging even the most moral and upstanding heroes. The kind of thing that led to villains like the Purple Man or the Hood getting bloody beat downs that left them in the hospital for months, sucking their food through straws. When superheroines got together, they'd sometimes share stories of villains so bad that they were left trussed up for the Punisher to deal with—and no one, not even Sue Storm, had much sympathy for them. Even the Mandrill had largely kept his depredations out of the superhero community, for fear of the consequences.

Porkum was different, though. He wasn't from around here. Didn't know the rules. He might not even know who the Punisher was—and even if he did, that might not stop him.

Porkum's laughter made his belly shake. Sue jumped in his lap.

"Wouldn't I?" he said, and his hands picked at her costume, to try and find the seam.

It was a hard math that went through Sue Storm's head right then. To let herself get eaten out by the pig man willingly was disgusting and a betrayal of her vows of marriage—but was it really any better if he **** her into it, and perhaps did worse to her? It galled the Invisible Woman to even contemplate the course of action she was now considering...

But do I really have any other choice? Sue wondered to herself.