Porkum Sue Storm

Porkum admired the round globe of Sue Storm's ass, which the tight-fitting encounter suit did nothing to hide. The fabric of the suit was a ballistic fiber, stronger than kevlar, with vital areas protected by harder plates. The helmet and its small air supply provided by the backpack-like affair prevented any attempt at gassing or chloroforming. Yet her ass...no one had thought to armor the Invisible Woman's butt.

The needle pushed through the layers of fabric easily, right into the meat. Sue yelped, jumped, but Porkum laid a restraining hand on her shoulder as he depressed the plunger. His own personal cocktail of party **** flooded Sue Storm's system. Something that would cause even hardcore **** addicts to crumple. For Sue Storm, who had never tried a **** stronger than the epidural they gave her during birth, it was like Bruce Lee kicking an octogenarian in the brain.

It took mere seconds for the **** to begin to take effect. Sue Storm spasmed, and invisible shapes filled the air in front of her as she instinctively fought against the heady mix of synthetic party ****, laced with Porkum's own pre-cum. The pig-man grunted as he saw an invisible herd of elephants seem to touch down on his robotic duplicate, to crush and mangle the remains. Well aware that had he been less stealthy, that might well be him.

Yet after a few minutes, the high blossomed inside Sue Storm's mind. A pleasure and languor unlike anything she had ever known. Every synapse seemed to be going off at once, thoughts to fast, strange hallucinations like fever-dreams played through her mind. The armored heroine crumpled to her knees, suddenly boneless. Sensations she had no word for suffused her body as the **** pulled her mind in brave new directions. Pupils dilated, she was but dimly aware as Porkum picked her up and slung her over her shoulder. Vaguely, she was conscious of robotic figures that stepped from the shadows to clean up the mess of the exploded Porkum-bot, and had she been in her right mind she would have gasped in horror at this revelation of Porkum's secret partner...

They traveled not through the streets, but down through tunnels in the basement, through the sewer. In the dark, Sue was aware only that she dripped with sweat inside the encounter suit, her body hotter than normal. It reminded her of nothing less than that moment she had first stepped through the portal to the negative zone, the sensation of momentarily being stretched everywhere at once, only the moment went on and on. She was the horny meat-sack on Porkum's shoulder, and she was one with the universe.

She giggled. Looking down over Porkum's shoulder, she could see his tail. The little curly pink tail, right above those massive buttocks. It was cute.

Sue Storm still had the giggles when they arrived back at Porkum's lair. She didn't protest as he peeled off the encounter suit...and then her costume. He was already naked, his cock so long that the tip brushed the floor. The **** heroine wondered what he did when he went to bed. Maybe he curled it up around a stick, to keep it out of the way? Another giggle came at the thought.

Porkum smiled.

"I'm glad you're taking it so well," he said, as he slipped the velvet-lined handcuffs about her wrist. "Because this next part? Well, this is going to be a bit harder on you."

Sue wasn't sure what Porkum had planned. High as a kite, she didn't care.

"You're so warm," she murmured, as she slipped another set of cuffs around her ankles. Vaguely, she realized there were surgical trays around filled with glistening needles...hooks that hung from the ceiling...

"Baby, I'm hot for you," Porkum said amiably. "And when I'm done here, you're gonna be hot for me too."