Sue Cannot Resist Harvesting Another Sample

The semen smoothies that H.E.R.B.I.E. prepared kept Sue Storm healthy. She didn't weaken, or get sick. The fever in her flesh was held at bay. Her wounded leg ached, but only the normal amount. Yet the one thing it couldn't do was assuage her hunger. Her need.

As the small robot worked on a cure for her addiction, Sue Storm found herself spending hours watching Porkum. He couldn't see her, but she could see him. The flabby, pink prick that stayed hard for hours, even after cumming. His masturbation was relentless, the volume and thickness of his seed disgusting, animalistic. When he complained of hunger or thirst, more food and water were provided, and she noticed that his overall weight remained stable. As if his body was extremely efficient at converting food into cum.

Sue gnawed at her lower lip as terrible fantasies rose in her mind. She sucked down her watered semen shakes, and the diluted dick-juice did nothing to meet the terrible craving in her body. What she wanted, what her body demanded, was just on the other side of that armored wall...

It wore on her all day. Until late at night, when Porkum finally collapsed into sleep, his half-hard cock draped over one thigh. A thick, white bead of jizz formed at the tip of his disgusting, animalistic prick. In the dark, Sue Storm watched it drip...drip...drip...

All that cum.

Going to waste.

Porkum wouldn't even notice.

That's what Sue said to herself as she went invisible and slipped into Porkum's cell.

The door opened silently, but the warm waft of funk from the enclosed space hit the Invisible Woman like a wall. Even with the air filters working nonstop, Porkum was basically stewing in his own pheromones, and cum covered nearly every surface. Her steps would have stuck to the floor if she didn't use invisible **** fields to pad silently over to where he lay snoring, his fat pink hose of a cock dribbling.

The Invisible Woman dropped down and flipped onto her back. There was a madness in her flesh, awoken by her exposure to Porkum once again. She was just going to position herself under his cock, mouth open, and let it drip into her mouth. That was all. As much as she had a plan, that was the plan.

Her blonde head bumped against the base of the bed. Mouth opened wide, angled perfectly. A fat white bead of sticky jizz hung suspended, ready release. She raised her invisible tongue, just to touch it, to break the surface tension, to let it run into her mouth, down into her throat.

Utterly unaware of what that would awake.