Porkum Breaks Her

Porkum stood. The Invisible Woman wiggled in his grasp, weak, already entranced by his pheromones. She sagged in his arms as he lifted her up, so light he could hold her easily in one hand as he reached behind him for his little tool.

The cockring harness consisted of three donuts of low-grade adamantium, with a simple, idiot-proof spring-loaded catch so that he could release the whole thing with a gesture. Porkum grunted in discomfort as he slid it into place. Cold, hard metal slipped around his nuts and the base of his prick, the whole anchored to his body.

Veins popped out on his crotch and prick as the blood pressure inside his already-monstrous genitalia rose. Blood flooded into his prick faster than it could flow out. Erectile tissue swelled, far past the point where a lesser man's prick would have literally burst, the skin flushed a deep violet. The normally spongy tip became as thick as a human fist, and as hard as wood. With his mutant anatomy, Porkum could maintain a normal erection for days; with the little tool Doom had forged hor him, his cock went from a bestial instrument of **** to a true sex weapon. Made for one purpose.

Sue Storm's head swam as Porkum lifted her up and pressed the head of his three solid feet of cock against her crotch. The pig-man didn't even bother to remove her pants or panties. He simply took a firm grip on her crotch and began to pull her down.

It was too big. Too thick. The crotch-plate of the suit shattered and the cloudy gray pre-cum immediately soaked her costume. The dick should have slipped, slid off of her. The impossible **** meeting the immovable object. Except Porkum wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Ow!" Sue grimaced as his grip on her body tightened. Her waist was so narrow and his hands big enough that his fingertips almost met at her navel. The heroine squirmed in discomfort as the pressure on her pussy increased. Her labia crushed as the unstable molecule fabric stretched and distorted.

Porkum was implacable. He continued to pull Sue Storm onto him. She thrashed as the discomfort increased, transitioned into true pain as her labia were crushed against the massive, quivering cock. His stiff shaft stabbed at her slit...and the harder he pressed, the more Sue weakly thrashed.

Something had to give.

It was her costume.

Unstable molecules rent and panties tore around the monstrous erection. Sue gasped as she felt the heat of his tower of fuckmeat against her naked slit for the first time. Porkum ignored her shudder as his precum leaked into her already-drenched honeypot. He shifted his grip as he **** the head of his cock slowly into the heroine's quim. The Invisible Woman gave a scream as an oddly familiar sensation ripped through her.

It was like giving birth—only in reverse.

Sue's labia split as Porkum **** his swollen shaft into her fuckhole. The heroine panted and screamed, her hands grabbed at Porkum's shoulders, her nails dug into his skin. He ignored it; without her powers, there was almost nothing Sue could do to hurt him. With implacable strength, he began to raise and lower the Invisible Woman on his cock, as if she was no more than one of those Japanese sex toys that she'd once caught Johnny Storm using.

Every time she slid a little deeper onto his dick, he labia split more. Her pussy was a ragged, bloody wound of pain, and her stomach distended grotesquely where the head of the cock bulged outward.

Sue screamed. She writhed. Porkum's precum soaked into her mucous membranes, his chemicals raced through her bloodstream. Stupid, unwanted pleasures ripped through the heroine's body as she was bounced up and down, deeper and deeper, agony and ecstasy mingled in a way that tested her sanity as Porkum's cock punched as deep inside of her as it could with each standing thrust. Though it had been a long time since mother of two had been a virgin, she knew that Porkum's prick had hit virgin territory inside of her.

When Porkum finally gave a little grunt, Sue Storm's eyes bulged. She felt the surge of burning jism that assailed her like a physical **** on her bruised and bloody cervix. Her body spasmed uncontrollably, eyes rolled up in the back of her head, and foam flecked her lips as a sudden overdose of his specialized brain-altering chemicals flooded her system.

For the first time that night, Sue Storm passed out.

Perhaps that was a blessing. When Sue awoke, Porkum's cock had already broken her ass. Pain lanced through Sue's body as she jogged, limp as a ragdoll, in the pig-man's hands. Her bloody and gaping cunt oozed a pink liquid mess onto the floor; her ass was a pink sock of integument that gripped Porkum's swollen shaft as it plunged in and out of her colon. He grunted again, and Sue's hoarse voice gave out a rasp as boiling-hot sperm flooded her intestines.

She had screamed her voice out in her sleep.

When Sue Storm was pulled off of Porkum's cock, there was no effort to try and hold in the mass of stinky nutjuice. Her asshole lay limp and prolapsed, and all the liquid filth inside of her simply fell out the instant Porkum ceased to plug up the broken hole.

He held her then, the panting woman held by the waist, legs limp, her torso swayed dangerously, head hung on a limp neck, blue eyes bright with pain.

Something had broken inside of her. Not just her body, but in her brain. Porkum had made no demands. Had not bothered with Sue Storm's compliance or her emotions at all. She was no more than a fuckdoll for him, and as he lowered her down to the floor, Sue couldn't even think of resistance. Of anything. Shock, trauma...

The thoughts ended as Porkum's hands clamped onto the sides of Sue Storm's head. He brought her face to his dick. The flesh was almost black now, and she could see the flesh bulged up on either side of the adamantium cock harness. Porkum's dark eyes drank in the site of Sue's mouth stretched as far as it could go, unable to take even a third of his cockhead in between her lips.

The third shot was like steaming apple sauce that poured down her throat. Her stomach wanted to revolt against this latest desecration, but Sue couldn't even manage the energy to resist this. Her body hung limp, held up only by Porkum's hands as his potent load filled her body, billions of sperm swam around in her stomach, their little heads bumped against her walls, trying to impregnate eggs that weren't there.

"Invisible cumrag," Porkum growled, and Sue Storm realized it was the first words he had spoken in a long time. His thumbs rubbed at her cheeks, and Sue Storm realized she had run out of tears a long time ago. Her body shivered as a cold breeze from the air-conditioning blew across the ragged wound that was her pussy and ass. "I've got such plans for you..."