Porkum Sends Sue A Dildo Cast From His Own Cock

Time seemed to lose meaning. There was only the insatiable heat within her body, like a furnace. H.E.R.B.I.E. constantly pushed fluids at her. The Invisible Woman felt like a furnace. Her leg throbbed. Pussy ached from ****. Even the photo of Porkum in her hand was sweat-stained and greasy. She hobbled around the living quarters, one hand cupped her pussy, never quite able to scratch the itch.

Some instinct brought her to the mail room. Or perhaps it was something else. Some subtle sense that didn't quite penetrate to her waking mind. Sue Storm leaned against the doorway, and her fever-bright eyes fell on the long, pink package that dominated the mail table. She ran her tongue over wet lips. Half-hopped forward on invisible crutches, just a few steps until she could lean on the table and collapse into a chair.

It was like Christmas morning as she tore into the paper. There was no need to look for a card or an address. The paper felt oddly like thin pink leather as it tore under her nails. The box was surprisingly thick—some kind of black foam—but there was a seam that ran the length of the package. An invisible knife slid along that seam, and a weird smell filled the room. A scent that reminded Sue of a machine in the Museum of Natural History that the children had played with. They got to pick out a mold and watch as hot plastic was pumped into it. Crank a lever and when it cooled, out popped a fresh dinosaur toy.

She pulled the two halves of the box apart—and her mouth dropped open as she saw the contents.

Sue Storm, like any woman her age, had seen sex toys before. She even owned a few, for those times when she was pregnant and Reed had been afraid to even touch her, or gone off into the Negative Zone and left her to her own needs. Yet the monster that lay in this box, cast in soft pink silicone, was nothing like those. It was nearly three feet long, for one thing; the floppy tip was soft and pliable, while the last third was hard and stiff as if there was a bone in it, and so thick around at the base she couldn't get both hands about it. There was a pair of huge, pendulous, cantaloupe-sized testicles at the base too, and a mammoth suction cup so it could be affixed to the wall or floor.

Gently, Sue touched it. She nearly recoiled as the soft skin of the thing moved, almost like the real thing. She'd heard of dildos with such covering, but never felt one. There were veins. Bumps. Tiny raised lines of scar tissue. Lost in fascination, Sue peeled the foreskin back and stared at the flared, almost inhuman cock. The urethra was so big she could French kiss it...and the smell...bitter and heady...made the room seem to spin around her.

Unseen, the photo of Porkum floated to the floor.

Between her legs, her cunny throbbed.

It would never fit. It was impossible. Sue Storm knew that. She had found the limits of her endurance with her own Mister Fantastic. With a cock that could achieve any shape, any dimensions. As a woman, Sue had learned that she was not a size queen, that she couldn't handle the kind of cervix-crushing sex that seemed to drive some porn stars to the heights of ecstasy, to stretch out their baggy pussies with bigger and bigger cocks. Even after two children, her tiny twat was tight.

Yet Sue couldn't deny the ache inside of her. The sick madness that seemed to rise to a fever pitch as she touched Porkum's latest gift. The need to at least...try.

"This move seems precipitous," Doctor Doom said. "How do you know she has even eaten your chocolates? Been affected by your...musk?"

"Trust me, Doomy," Porkum rubbed his swollen belly in contentment. "You might think she's smart, but she's only smart for a blonde. With the surprises you packed in there, Sue Storm is gonna crave my porcine pecker in no time. You'll see. I know my bitches."

"She is not yours yet," Doom said, as he ended the call.

The Latverian monarch stared at the screen. Though to Porkum it seemed as if Doom had ended the communication, the hidden cameras in the pig-man's layer continued to show his filthy habits. Watched as the crude villain touched the plexiglass wall above the hole where he would insert his inhuman prick for its next milking. To frame one of the photos of Susan Storm when she had a haircut like Marilyn Monroe. So soft that Doom's microphones could hardly hear, Porkum murmured.

"A blonde goddess," the pig-man grunted as his hips pushed his cock forward. "Gonna drag you down from Olympus."

It was the most emotion Doctor Doom had ever heard from Porkum. Something about the intensity of those words made even the Latverian monarch pause. If he did ever get Susan Storm under his power...then he feared for what Porkum would do to her.