Porkum Sends Sue Storm A Challenge

The Invisible Woman scrubbed the stink of Porkum off of her body before she collapsed into bed. H.E.R.B.I.E. collected her discarded clothes—not for washing, but for quarantine and further analysis. Although Susan Storm did not know it, the little robot focused the sensors in the house on the heroine and noted the changes in her body. The elevated heart rate and body temperature. Increased vaginal wetness and bloodflow in the genitalia. The mere presence of Porkum's ejaculate stimulated her.

Yet that observation was the limit of H.E.R.B.I.E.'s programming. He lacked the imperative to act on these observations. Perhaps when Reed Richards returned, then Mister Fantastic would know what to do with that data.

Morning saw Sue Storm wake in a puddle of her own juices. The Invisible Woman shuddered in the grip of a sexual heat unnatural in her experience—and a craving that was all too familiar. She knotted the sheets in her hands and moaned as she writhed on the bed, a cat-like mewl on her lips of sheer sexual frustration. It sickened her to be like this. To want to taste Porkum's essence. To want to feel him inside of her. The fact that she knew this was just a side effect of his powers, of her exposure to the mutant pig-man's pheromones, only made it worse.

Guilt wracked her as she fought the urge to masturbate. Then H.E.R.B.I.E. interrupted.

"Mrs. Richards. An urgent message has arrived from Porkum."

"I thought I told you not to bring my anything from him—" Sue barked, suddenly irritated.

Then a shadow fell across her face. The light of the sun temporarily muted. H.E.R.B.I.E. pointed with one tiny arm, and Sue turned to look out the window.

A pair of quad-copter drones held the banner between them. The message was simple.

SUE SLUT,

TONIGHT, I WILL BE AT THE MALLOMARS FACTORY. UNLESS YOU STOP ME, EVERY BITCH IN NEW YORK WILL TASTE MY CREAM. CUM GET ME IF YOU DARE.

PORKUM

The insulting name barely registered. A pathetic taunt to draw her ire. What caught Sue's attention was the true threat.

Mallomars. New York's favorite native confection. Sue Storm's lip curled as she thought of the innocent women of the city, tainted by Porkum's seed, just as she herself had been. The thought **** Sue out of bed. There were hours of daylight left before night...and a plan had begun to form in the Invisible Woman's mind. A way to confront Porkum. She vowed to herself that this would be different than last night. Sue Storm would not allow herself to fall victim to temptation again.

"Come on, H.E.R.B.I.E.," Sue Storm said, and didn't even bother to put on clothes. "We have work to do!"