Sue Storm Does Not Fall To Temptation

Many villains underestimated the Invisible Woman. She was the only woman in the Fantastic Four, subject to all the sexism that women are prey to. More powerful and intelligent villains than Porkum had belittled and insulted her. The heroine was a veteran of such efforts, and the super-prisons of the world were full of the men and women who thought her just a pretty face, just the team mom.

Until they pissed her off and learned what she could do.

Sue exhaled...and Porkum's eyelids and eyeballs disappeared. There was nothing between all the ambient light in the room and the pig-man's optic nerves.

Porkum squealed and fell back, away from the invisible shield. His hands flew to his face, but Sue let the shield drop and Porkum's forearms disappeared. The villain thrashed as the light of the room burned at his optic nerves. Instinctively he tried to hide his face, to escape the all-consuming pain that encompassed his primary sense. Sue grimaced and **** herself to a standing position, one hand against the wall as Porkum blindly thrashed about the room like a maddened animal.

Except Porkum wasn't an animal. Not entirely.

The Invisible Woman had seen this before, with others. Porkum was in the center of the room now, in pain, maddened. Snot dripped from his snout. His invisible hands clawed at his eyes...but they didn't break skin. The naked mutant stood in the middle of the room, his grotesque prick limp as it scrawled a white signature on the floor. With gritted teeth, Porkum began to move, slowly, toward the wall.

He would be looking for a light switch. In the dark, Porkum's pain was diminish. Sue Storm's invisibility would no longer be an advantage.

Except Sue had no intention of letting Porkum go so easily. She was in control of this situation. With her back to the wall, Sue could use the pain to focus.

Porkum's feet barely left the floor, slid through the detritus of old bottles and junk food containers. Not liable to trip. Unless...

There was a soft chunk an invisible staple nailed the tip of Porkum's prick to the floor. For a moment, the rubbery foreskin stretched grotesquely, like something out of a perverted cartoon. Then the villain went off-balance. His body moved forward, but his cock remained nailed in place. Sue couldn't see his eyes bulge, but she saw the pink face turn cherry red. Then the fat villain's arms pinwheeled. He teetered. Toppled.

Sue Storm allowed herself a little smile as Porkum tripped over his own dick and fell flat on his face.

It was almost enough to make up for the splitting headache that was getting worse and worse. Something about Porkum, this room—it was interfering with her powers. With her. Sue grimaced as she limped around the pool of jizz on the floor. The smell of it was both disgusting and intoxicating. her head swam as if she was drunk, her pussy itched. She swallowed saliva as she resisted the sudden urge to drop down to the floor and suck up that nasty pig cum from the floor, just like she had sucked out the creamy center of those bonbons. Thoughts that Sue would normally never have or entertain. It was like some inner filter was gone.

"What did you do to me!?" Sue said.

"Question is, sweetcheeks," Porkum said. "What am I going to do with you..."

Porkum grunted in pain. He was on his hands and knees, dick still firmly stapled to the floor, blindly digging through the trash around him. Sue frowned...not sure what he was up to.