Porkum Grabs Her From Behind And Gropes Her Through The Suit

A great pink arm wrapped around the Invisible Woman's throat. She was pulled against a meaty chest. Her suit continued to blare and flash little warnings of imminent containment breach. The unstable molecules bubbled and fizzed as they interacted with the weird white goo that covered her suit. Some chemical reaction...something that was literally eating her suit, weakening the bonds that held it together.

"Couldn't keep away, could ya?" Porkum growled as one hand crushed the heroine's breast. The armor crumpled around his fingers. Sue could smell him as the suit's containment failed. The internal air supply sputtered and died. "Bet you were lookin' forward to seein' me again. Or did you miss somethin' else?"

Pain stabbed through Sue Storm's head as she tried to use her powers. She flickered, briefly, in and out of visibility. Yet he had her in his grip now. The strength seemed to drain out of her. The failing warning lights on the suit showed UNKNOWN RADIOLOGICAL HAZARD. The Invisible Woman couldn't see the chunk of Defraudium on a gold chain about Porkum's short, thick neck.

His hands ran up and down her body, and the weakened suit cracked and splintered. Pieces of it fell to the ground, to reveal Sue's normal costume underneath. Sue struggled and twisted in his grip, but could do nothing. Her kicks seemed feeble as she banged them against legs like ham hocks. Then his groping hand caught her waist, hefted her up—and the pig-man's girthy prick pressed against her crotch. The suit began to buckle as he let her weight settle on his turgid erection, and she could feel the heat of his manhood through the layers of armor and fabric.

"Bet you missed this, didn't ya?" Porkum said as Sue Storm writhed in his arms. With a chuckle, he held her fast against his bulk, and his free hand alternately stripped away her weapons and groped her through the decaying armor, pieces of which fell away at every touch.

The smell filled her helmet. Concentrated it. The Invisible Woman's head swam as Porkum's masculine musk filled her head. She wished it made it hard to think—but the problem was the opposite. Sue Storm could think far too clearly. Utterly aware of her failure, caught off guard once again, manhandled by the pig-man, molested by his hard, hot cock, that rubbed her so viciously down there, where no one but her husband should touch her. Acutely conscious as Porkum ripped the armored chest plate off the suit, so that he could grope her breasts directly through her uniform. The big 4 symbol on her right tit grotesquely distorted as he squeezed it between his fingers.

"You want it bad," Porkum said, deep low and deep. "You've been wanting it ever since you first got a taste of me. It's just nature. Bitches like you always want the stronger, more virile man. Not that wimp of a husband of yours. A body like you have, it was made to be worshipped. Made to take my cock."

"Nooo..." Sue moaned as she strained to get away from him. Desperately she fought against the rising sexual heat in her body. She had to do something to get out this situation.

"Tell you what, though," Porkum said. "I'll make you a little deal. I'll let you go. But you gotta do a little thing for me..."

Sue Storm listened to what he said...and her stomach flipped, in mingled horror and excitement.