A Year

The cock punched deep in Sue Storm's gooey cunt. Porkum held her legs up, and the exhausted heroine balanced on shaky arms as tears dropped down her face. When she had first come to this place, a thrust like that would have left her bleeding and incoherent with pain. Now she could take it almost without flinching.

The pig-man grunted as he thrust, his eyes focused on the porn on the screen before them, not on how his thick prick threatened to break her pussy with each push. Sue stared dead-eyed at the graphic sexual acts on the screen. She counted under her breath. Sixty-seven thrust, sixty-eight, sixty-nine...

"Hggngh!" Porkum grunted as a hot wet burst of spunk pumped into Sue's sore stomach. He held her in the wheelbarrow pose for long moment, sucking in air, squeezing every last drop into Sue's overflowing cockhole.

Then he let her drop. Sue rolled over, instinctively. Hips up as she hugged her knees to her chest. Holding his cum inside of her.

"Let that soak in," Porkum grunted as he stood up. "Gonna get another beer."

There had been days, during her largely sexless marriage, when Sue Storm had dreamed of dirty weekends and long getaways like a second honeymoon. Making love all day and night. Passionate embraces, gentle explorations, dirty dreams shared and indulged in.

This was different. Hour after hour, day after day, Porkum emptied his seed into her. It wasn't lovemaking. It was barely sex. She was being bred with all the love and affection of a teenager emptying their spunk into a sock. At first, Sue had felt a certain charm to the scenario—the lack of control, the powerlessness thanks to the defraudium crystals, the change in pace from her normal life—yet as days had stretched into weeks and months, something had changed inside of her.

Maybe her body finally developed a resistance to Porkum's pheromones and mind-altering chemicals. Constant exposure to his spunk would definitely have helped in that regard. Yet more than that had been the mutant pig-man's utter boorishness. His every self-centered action was about his pleasure, his purpose. He was never gentle, never gave a word of kindness, even when she had begged for relief. She rememebred when he had pushed too deep and her labia had split, her clit burst in half by the massive prick pushed too greedily and deep inside of her pussy, and he had laughed as the blood ran down his cock and dripped off his balls as he pumped another fat load of spunk into her broken cunny.

Robots had treated the wound. Dermal regenerators, intravenous antibiotics. Food and water was provided, entertainment in the form of a constant stream of hardcore pornography to fit Porkum's endless need for stimulation. Yet every day was the same thing. Constant fucking, without preamble or foreplay. Sue had taken to masturbating as soon as she woke up, just to be wet enough so that the first thrust of the day didn't leave her in agony until Porkum would take a break after the third creampie to let the robots do their job.

Her body had changed as the months went by. Still thin, still fit from the constant exercise and diet, but her skin was pale, her hair fell to her lower back, her untrimmed nails were long and ragged. Sue could feel how the constant sex had left her pussy stretched, the labia darker. Her clitoris, though it had healed, was still torn in two, and less sensitive. While she had always needed more than just penetration to cum with Reed, now even Porkum's mind-altering jizz and immense prick wasn't enough to really get her off. If Sue needed actual sexual satisfaction, she had to tug hard at her tits, push her pussy to the point of pain, ask him to smack her ass.

She looked down at the way her stiff, dark nipples had grown thicker and longer from the constant tit-**** of his groping hands and her **** need for some kind of climax after hours of empty, loveless copulation.

After a few minutes holding in Porkum's sperm, a sudden bout of nausea made Sue roll off the bed and onto the floor. She scrabbled across the floor, nails clicking, and made it to the toilet in time to empty her guts.

That was how Porkum found her. Ass in the air, head in the bowl, her trim stomach heaving, tits pressed against the cool porcelain. Her cum-filled cunt dripped with his seed, the flesh around it caked with the dried remnants of dozens of older creampies she had never bothered to wash out. She stared at the wall next to the toilet, where she'd scratched a tally of the days. It had been four long fucking weeks since her last period.

Porkum's snout twitched. He let his cock slap against her ass as Sue puked.

"Well, well, well. Looks like you finally caught," he said.

Sue Storm's heart leaped with joy. She knew he had been trying to impregnate her. Over the months, Sue had hated every time her period had come. Cursed her body for its lack of fertility, despite all the supplements in her food, the constant deluge of sperm. Getting knocked up was Porkum's goal, and Sue had begged and prayed to the God she still believed in to have his babies, if only to finally face an end to the long months of constant breeding sex.

Then she felt the familiar sensation of his cock squelching against her sticky jizz-hole.

"Best to give you one more, just to make sure."

That was when the last spark of love and lust Sue Storm had for Porkum was exhausted, replaced with a cold, **** hate as she realized what he meant...and what he intended.

Sue Storm staggered out of the room. Her eyes blinked against the light from the window. She was naked, and fresh, hot rivulets of spunk dripped down from her pregnant pussy.

"It's the same day you left," Porkum said, as he scratched his balls. "Have fun explaining that brat to your hubby! Maybe when you're done squatting that one out, I'll put another one in you."

She staggered forward. Away from the glowing doorway. Away from Porkum. Away from the defraudium rays. A dozen steps took her to the glass door that led out of the building. Sue didn't even care that she was naked as she pushed her way out. Her pale skin burned beneath the sun, and she went invisible for the first time in twelve long months.

The Invisible Woman stepped forward, free at last. Pregnant. Exhausted to her core. And with a dark, burning need for **** against the one who wronged her.