Porkum Pisses On The Corrupted Heroine

There was something about a beautiful woman humbled that stirred Porkum's black heart. He was not one of those villains who imagined himself a hero with good intentions, a strong man in a world of weaklings. Porkum knew exactly what he was: a pervert, a beast of lust in semi-human shape, a degenerate whose powers made sex the whole of his life. No woman could give herself to him freely, because all of them were subject to his manipulations...not that he cared. Because he truly enjoyed seeing how low he could bring these sluts, how far he could despoil the goddesses that walked this Earth.

Which is why, when Porkum took his pizzle in hand, he aimed the floppy tip at Sue Storm's exposed pussy.

The Invisible Woman's gasp as the hot stream hit her slit was in part out of shock. She raised her face from the floor just as the looming mutant swung his immense prick toward her head. As the pungent yellow stream struck her eye, the Invisible Woman was jolted entirely out her moment of lust-crazed delirium. She scrabbled away, momentarily blind in one eye, body weak and wearing from the defraudium's rays.

Porkum followed her as she tried to crawl away on the floor. His small dark eyes drank in the sight of the hurt and humiliated heroine as her kept the steady stream aimed at her face. Sue Storm's mouth pleaded for him to stop. He aimed for that. The hot liquor struck her mouth and the defiled woman instinctively gulped, then almost immediately retched as it stung her tongue, and the liquid slid down her throat.

"What?" Porkum said as he stepped swiftly, until he stood over the retreating heroine. Maneuvered Sue until her back hit one of the metal tanks, and she was trapped between that metal wall and his bulk. With a slight exertion, Porkum paused his piss in mid-stream, though he kept the cock aimed at her face. "Are you too good for my piss?"

Sue kept her mouth shut. Her left eye burned, vision blurred. She could smell it now, like the nights when her father would come home drunk and miss the toilet entirely. Or when one of the children had an accident. Like every mother, Sue had spent not an inconsiderable part of her life cleaning up other people's piss.

Porkum rubbed the wet tip of his prick against her face.

"Open up," he said, voice low and almost a growl. "Open up or I'll break your teeth. The only way you're leaving this place is with a gutful of piss."

The Invisible Woman shook uncontrollably. Her skin crawled. Yet the worst part—the very worst part—was that Porkum's chemicals were still re-wiring her brain. Even now, disgusted and appalled, Sue could feel the sickly lust build inside of her body. The excitement. The terrible need for sexual release.

She wondered if this was what it felt like to uncover a new kink.