Sue Storm Maintains Her Field

Porkum growled in frustration. Despite his strength, the invisible bubble around Sue Storm was immovable. Worse, even though she'd been breathing in his pheromones, and even swallowed a dollop of his spunk, the bitch hadn't broken. She should be a quivering puddle of fuck juice begging for his cock right now. Instead, unbelievably, the heroine was holding on.

Which meant Porkum had to ramp up the pressure. His immense nuts heaved as another white rope erupted from his cock to splatter against her face.

"You like that, Invisible Slut?" Porkum said aloud, his voice low and husky. "Well there's more where that came from. A lot more."

His hips didn't stop. Porkum's nuts slammed into the invisible barrier with methodical regularity. Each slam felt like a punch to Sue Storm's brain. Her thrust ended with a spurt of snow-white jizz that splattered against her already-glazed face. Even with her mouth closed now, Sue couldn't escape the smell of it, or the warm wet spread as it soaked into her costume. She could feel the heat build inside her body, and she was perspiring freely. The drop of jizz she'd swallowed seemed to burn inside of her, like a cup of hot coffee on an empty stomach.

Sue couldn't run. Couldn't move. Her wounded leg throbbed in pain. Her head swam, dizzy, and it took all she had just to keep the invisible **** field up and not open her mouth to let that sticky liquid filth coat her tongue like some...some...cum-hungry slut...

Porkum hoped to wear down Sue Storm's resistance over time, like a date **** whose constant wheedling would finally make the panties drop. Sue Storm recognized the strategy, even as she sought to maintain her control. Unsure what she could do with her own body betraying her.

So she did the only thing that came to mind.

The Invisible Woman's thumb stabbed into the hole in her wounded thigh. Pain lanced through her body—yet it was clean pain, the kind that blotted out all else. As blood oozed up around her thumb, Sue Storm's world narrowed. She could feel her heart hammer in her chest. Yet for a moment, at least, her mind was mostly clear of Porkum's influence.

The first sign of her recovered resolve was when the jizz that coated her eyes went transparent, so that Sue Storm could see the cock that still thrust in and out with seemingly endless stamina. A virile fountain that erupted every time it approached her face.