Porkum Prepares Sue Storm's Pussy For His Cock

Another villain would have reveled at the sight before them. The Invisible Woman, one of the most powerful superheroines on the planet, on her knees with her ass in the air, begging for cock. It was the stuff of the crude dreams of low-rent thugs and galactic conquerors. Many had strained and struggled to bring Sue Storm into this position. Only one, with a little help from Doctor Doom, had actually accomplished that goal.

Nor was Porkum averse to sealing the deal. His nuts ached. Yet he was also well aware of how weak—fragile, in fact—Sue Storm was when exposed to the defraudium. Her strength right now as actually less than that of a normal human woman. A full-on dicking would split her in two and send her straight to the hospital, if it didn't kill her outright. So it was with the patience of a pimp of long experience rather than the caution of a lover that saw Porkum shove one pink thumb into the dripping slit that presented itself to him.

Sue moaned and her whole body seized up at the penetration. Porkum's thumb was, by itself, thicker than Reed Richard's normally slender cock, when Mister Fantastic didn't use his powers to shape it. Thicker than anything Sue had inside of her tight twat for long years. The pig-man's free hand grabbed one motherly hip as he pushed his thumb in, as deep as it would go—and began to slowly tug at the Invisible Woman's pussy.

She offered no resistance. Utterly lost in the unfamiliar sensations as Porkum slowly ran his thick thumb around her cunt, always with a constant pressure that **** the vaginal muscles to stretch against him. While he worked, the dark eyes admired the peach shape of her ass, the bare expanse of her lower back. His tongue hung lazily out of his mouth as his flat snout snuffled and drank in the scent of a woman in heat. His erection bobbed between her legs and slapped occasionally against her toned stomach. Yet he kept it up. It wouldn't do to give a bitch the chance to think.

Because as sure as Porkum was that he had corrupted Sue Storm, that he had made her into his personal fucktoy and that he could easily turn her against even her most loved ones, his power was not mind control. It was degradation, the use of sex to degenerate the high morals and intelligence of the stuck-up super-sluts of the world. Such women remained capable of independent thought and action. Some of them got ideas. That could be dangerous.

Not that Sue Storm gave any indication of being a problem. Not yet. Her face was pressed against the floor, in a puddle of his precum, her tongue hung out of her mouth and an idiotic expression on her beautiful face. The slow, careful manipulations of his fingers held her on the edge of climax, and he could feel that cunny begin to loosen up. She had, after all, given birth twice. The muscles were already a little weaker down there than they might be. A part of Porkum wondered if he could make the slut prolapse...and he gave a phlegmy chuckle as he imagined the mighty Invisible Woman trying to explain to her husband why her womb was falling out of her baggy cunt!

Sue Storm snorted. An almost animal whine came from her throat—and then she felt it. As Porkum's thumb tugged her pussy downward, almost hard enough to draw her whole body with it, something soft and spongy tickled the entrance of her pussy. The softer, floppier tip of Porkum's immense prick pressed at the entrance of her fuckhole, which gaped to welcome it. The Invisible slut's heart hammered in her chest as he slowly fed it deeper, the front portion no harder than a loofah. It squished as he crammed it deeper into her cunny. Yet the further it got into her, the harder and thicker the cock got...and Sue's eyes rolled up into her head as she felt, at last, the cunt-stretching mass of the monster dick press into her, to fill her up completely.

It was all her cock-addled brain could think about.

Not her children.

Not her husband.

Not her family.

Not saving the world.

Not even saving herself.

Her cheek slid along the floor as Porkum's first thrust, with all the mass of his heavy, muscle-and-fat swollen body behind it, pressed against her. Sue Storm's knees burned as she was pushed across the flat concrete floor of the factor, her golden hair like a mop as it smeared the pre-cum around. Porkum grunted as, too soon, he bottomed out inside of Sue Storm.

Barely a third of his prick fit into the Invisible bitch.

Which wasn't bad, for a start. There was only one question left...to cum, or not to cum?