Sue Storm Can Drink An Entire Bottle In One Go

"You've made a grave mistake, Porkum," the Invisible Woman said, as she reached through the bars and grabbed the bottle of vodka. "I may only way 115 pounds—"

The pig-man snorted. "Where? In your bra?"

Sue Storm ignored him as she twisted off the threaded cap of the bottle.

"—but before I was the Invisible Woman. Before I was Susan Storm-Richards. I was a sorority sister!"

In the light of the defraudium crystal, Porkum's eyebrows rose at this statement. Sue Storm, on her knees, raised the mouth of the bottle to her lips.

Despite her bluster, Sue Storm knew this was stupid. Dangerous, even. She knew the technique. How to drink slowly, steadily; to control her breathing, let the worst of the **** fumes blow away. Yet it was still a lot of ****. Too much for her body mass. Even if she had been a heavy drinker and used to such massive alcoholic intake, it would leave her shitfaced. As it was, she would be lucky if all she ended up with was **** poisoning.

Porkum sat, impassive and without interfering. Little bubbles rose in the bottle as the level of the clear liquid inside slowly drained down the heroine's throat. There was no rush. Sue Storm dragged it out, but her lips never left the bottle. It gave him a chance to admire the swell of her breasts, the the trim waist. The way her face flushed as the first wave of booze hit her system. He wondered how many braincells she would lose from this little episode? It didn't really matter. This was all part of the plan.

Sue Storm focused on her drinking. Her world narrowed down to the bottle at her lips. The too-full feeling in her stomach. The way her head swam as the booze began to take effect. Too much ****, too fast. She didn't even have time to feel the pleasant buzz as it hit her system. Brow furrowed in concentration as she strove to raise the bottle up, only a little at a time. To give her body at least some chance to process the **** before it overwhelmed her.

The pig-man scratched his balls as an hour slowly crawled by. The bottle was almost empty. Sue Storm's eyes were nearly closed. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to control her breathing. Body limp as lassitude overtook her. She had already reached the point where she was black-out drunk, he judged, though she didn't know it yet. It would be dangerous for her to go to sleep right now; she might not wake up. He grinned savagely as he began to stroke his cock.

Maybe her cosmic-ray-enhanced anatomy gave her a little advantage over normal women. As she raised the bottle toward the ceiling and drained the last drop, he was sure that she was no threat to him right now, defraudium or no defraudium.

The bottle fell from the heroine's nerveless hand. She lay stretched out the length of the cage, unable to move, barely able to breathe. Her stomach burbled noisily as her body began to process the massive influx of ****.

At the push of a button, the adamantium bars of the cage lowered. Sue Storm was in no position to escape. The pig-man grunted as he rose to his feet.

"The sad thing is," he said as he began to stroke his shaft. "You won't remember any of this in the morning."