Porkum Catches Sue Storm In A Trap

Sue Storm could have made the entire building as transparent as crystal. Yet that would give away her position. So she contented herself with a stealthy approach, using her powers sparingly. She walked a half-inch above the floor on an invisible forcefield, so that her steps would make no sound. Stayed invisible and let her eyes adjust to the dark as she moved downstairs, to a large space that had been re-styled as an immense kitchen. The smell of chocolate powder tickled her nostrils. Like a ghost, she moved through the darkness, locked in on her target.

The Invisible Woman lifted her hands. Immense invisible gloves covered her arms, modeled on the Thing's stony mitts. She was prepared to pummel Porkum into submission.

A step at a time, she slid silently through the dark.

Later, Sue Storm wondered what would have happened if she had moved faster. Or if she had used her powers more blatantly. Whether she would have seen the trap before she stepped right into it.

Above her, a pale, sickly yellow light burst into existence. Immediately, pain stabbed into Sue Storm's head, like a nail driven into her skull. Her powers failed her, and the forcefields collapsed. Simultaneously, the floor beneath her fell away. Sue felt gravity take hold, a moment's free-fall...

...and then the splash.

Sue Storm slipped beneath the surface. Whatever it was, wasn't water. Thicker, more viscous. Her booted feet hit bottom, and she braced against it and pushed up. Even so, she had to work hard against the liquid to break the surface. She gasped the air, and almost gagged and went under again. The smell was redolent with ammonia, it burned her lungs, nostrils, and eyes. Sue coughed and struggled to stay afloat in the thick liquid. The pale light of a radioactive crystal shone down on her, and Sue felt oddly weak. Her wounded left leg immediately began to ache from this unexpected exertion.

The heroine **** herself to breathe as she surveyed her situation. The floor was about four feet above. She was in a rounded tube or vat, about six feet in diameter, and filled to the brim with a thick, runny liquid that gleamed weirdly in the sickly light. Sue could taste the stuff as she struggled to stay afloat. It was...like the cream inside Porkum's bonbons.

Oh no, Sue thought, as she realized what she was swimming in. She tried to use her powers, to form a forcefield to lift her up, and nearly sank under the surface again. Trying to use her powers felt like an ice-pick jammed into her brain.

Desperately, Sue swam over to the side of the tank, to see how smooth it is, whether there was any sort of hand- or foot-hold. Her arms and legs were weary after she made a full circuit, unable to find any way out. Even the trap doors were just out of her reach.

Then a pink, piggy head poked over the lid of the pit.

"Sue Storm! As I live and breathe," he grinned down at her. "Did you like my balls that much, darlin'?"

"Porkum!" she said. "Help me out."

One great pink paw reached up to scratch the hairs of his chin.

"Well now. I might could do that," he said. The dark eyes seemed to glimmer in the yellow light. "But what's in it for me?"

"If you don't let me out right now, my friends are going to kill you!" Sue said.

Porkum nodded. "Sure. If they can find me. If they can find you. Of course, I hear they're out of town. Might take them a while. How long do you think you can keep afloat in all that jizz?"

Sue Storm winced. It seemed impossible that any human being could be responsible for all this semen. Yet she couldn't deny what her senses told her, and Porkum's word had simply confirmed what she thought.

His great pink hands gripped the edge of the pit and he leaned down. Sue wished she had the strength to leap up and drag him down here with her.

"But I tell you what. I'll make you a little deal. You do somethin' for me, and I'll get you out of there."

The Invisible Woman bit back the angry retort. Instead, as clumps of Porkum's jizz covered her hair and face, she glared up at him and asked: "What do you want?"