Sue Storm Makes A Run For It

Cum ran down Sue Storm's legs as she bolted for the door. She didn't even bother to turn invisible; it would have left a cum-spattered trail that even the dullest of thugs could have followed. The Invisible Woman put all of her power into an invisible brace for her leg, something to keep her on the move despite the pain and weakness that assailed her.

It wasn't until she was halfway up the stairs that Sue realized she hadn't heard any sign of pursuit. She breathed hard, and despite her headache she formed an invisible chair that would float her up the stairs. For a moment she considered turning back—but she didn't need Porkum to literally breathe down her neck to keep her going.

Just the thought of that cock. The heat of it between her legs. Her one moment of weakness, when she'd let himself rub against her. The pleasure of it. The nastiness. Like nothing that Sue Storm had ever felt. In that moment she had been a slut, a whore, a demented sex freak. As Sue scrambled up the stairs, a part of her knew that if she turned back, if she dared confront him unprepared again—she might succumb to temptation.

Perhaps Porkum knew too, as he watched on the cameras. Sue limped from the building, and tears streamed down her face even as his how cum stained her costume. His great pink tongue licked out of his mouth to wet his snout. Now that he'd marked her, he knew Sue Storm would be more **** to his powers. They always were, the superheroines. Once they got a taste of him, it got in their heads.

"You should relocate," Doctor Doom's voice came through the speaker, as Sue Storm clambered into the Fantasticar and sped away toward the Baxter Building. "She knows who you are now, and where to find you. It would seem your ploy to corrupt her has failed. She has only to spread the word and any number of forces will come down on this place—"

"Nah," Porkum leaned back and scratched his immense balls. His dark piggy eyes stared at Sue Storm's cum-spattered images on the wall. "She's proud. Too proud. Won't want to admit what happened to her. She'll be wary, sure. Try to think up some other way to come at me. But she's not that smart. Just a blonde, after all."

"You underestimate Susan Storm at your peril," Doom's voice rumbled. "Still, how will you get at her now that she is aware of you?"

"Just need to get her attention, and keep it," Porkum grunted. "Keep her off-guard. Make it so she doesn't have a chance to think straight. She gave in once, she'll give in again, and again, if the opportunity is presented to her."