Porkum Makes Himself At Home

The detention cells in the Baxter Building were one of the Fantastic Four's better-kept secrets. Officially, they were quarantine chambers for extraterrestrial and interdimensional guests. Chambers that locked from the outside, with security measures in place to jam communications, the six walls fortified to resist **** forces. Not that they had ever used them much, but when they needed them—

Porkum didn't struggle as the Invisible Woman slid him into the cell, trundled in his invisible bonds. Once the doors were closed and locked, she released him. Watched on the monitor as the naked pig-man hit the ground.

"Nearly landed on my dick!" the mutant said, but with a smile on his face as he picked himself up and explored his new cage with the air of someone who had been in more than one. The Invisible Woman grit her teeth as she stared at him pace out the room. It had been configured for humanoids. An empty cube three meters square. The bed and toilet both folded out from the wall. There was a faucet that let purified, distilled water out, one liter at a time. The temperature was stable, and warm enough to accommodate his lack of clothes. One of the screens set flat in the wall could double as a television or a two-way video phone, at Sue's discretion. Right now it was off. Most of the cameras were well-hidden, and Porkum never looked directly at them.

Yet he knew she was watching.

She could see it in the insolent way he stroked that massive, strange prick of his. It wasn't idly. It was as though with purpose. His left hand ran from the wide, thick, stiff base to the soft, spongy, floppy tip and back down again. Sue watched him walk up and down the room, the small dark eyes roamed.

He stopped in front of the view screen, the only visible camera. Aimed. Smirked.

A white burst glazed the camera with a sudden **** that shook the heroine to her core.

Two days.

Reed and the others hadn't called for two days. Sue hadn't decided what to do with Porkum. Three t.v. dinners slid into his cell each day. The Invisible Woman went about her routine, but checked in with him from time to time. Never talking. Just watched. He hadn't stopped masturbating, except to sleep. Every wall and surface seemed stained by his jizz. The food containers lay scattered on the floor, even though waste receptacles had been provided.

He seemed...almost comfortable. That strange smile rarely left his face. Seated on the bed, with that fat stomach, endlessly stroking his swollen prick, he looked like a lewd Buddha statue. Some blasphemous parody.

When she saw his mouth move, Sue turned on the audio.

"No clocks in here, but judgin' by the food, it should be about 48 hours...so assumin' you ate any of my bonbons, you should be cluckin' soon. Needin' another hit of the sweet stuff. Well don't worry babe, I got plenty for you. Any time you're ready. And when you do...we're gonna have a lot of fun."

Sue Storm shivered. She swallowed hard. Felt a cold wet pit open inside of her.

She had to do something with Porkum. But what?