Smell It

Porkum's hand clamped down on the top of Sue Storm's skull. With slow, inexorable strength, he applied pressure. With his meaty arm across her throat, Sue could do nothing as she was slowly bent forward. Her gloved hands ran up and down that great pink shaft. The softer tip she could get her fingers around, but the thick base that her crotch rested on was too thick for her fingers.

"Keep jerkin'. Don't you dare fuckin' stop."

The Invisible Woman felt panic set in as her face was slowly lowered. Pain spread down her spine and across her shoulders. Taut and toned abs folded as she leaned forward, further and further, and Sue gave quiet thanks to her daily regimen of yoga that kept her flexible. Even so, she felt the shiver of fear and excitement, the unsettled sensation in her stomach that presaged blind fear. She had never been under the power of a villain this perverse, and she was keenly aware of her vulnerability.

The cock began to flex. The thick truck bunched, and she felt the muscles behind the blubbery belly behind her flex. The cock jumped in her hands, even though she carressed it up and down. The stink of the precum made her woozy, and the motion set drops of it to run down the length of the pink prick. Sue kept her mouth shut and tried to breathe shallowly through her nose, yet as her head was bent down further and further, she found it harder to draw air...her nostrils flared and filled with the weird masculine musk of the pig man.

Until the cock seemed to stand straight up, and hovered just an inch beneath the small, straight nose of the Invisible Woman.

"Smell it," Porkum ordered.

Sue had ****. Even if she had tried to hold her breath, she could feel her eyeballs itch as the fumes from that potent pre-cum overflow the weird fleshy crater of his distended foreskin. It trickled out like some obscene stream, and Sue could see small white bits in the cloudy liquid. Her eyes teared up and her vision grew cloudy...but the smell was impossible. It reminded her of when she had first gone down on Reed—how she had wrinkled her nose at the bathroom smell, which reminded her so much of Johnny's dirty underwear and crusty socks, that bathroom smell, rich with ammonia, that yet smelled strangely like and unlike a ripe cheese, a morel mushroom...

Now that smelll seemed to fill her head. Sue gasped, unable to hold her breath, and sucked in hot air impregnated with Porkum's smell. Sue shivered as she recalled that all smell was particulate. That even now, she was breathing in bits of him, his seed. She panted, unable to control herself. Her arms moved jerkily, automatically, and continued to stroke that fat, long shaft as Porkum held her face just above his cock, his principal weapon, the tool he used to break superheroines.

Something had to give—the tension in Sue Storm's body was terrible and she shook and shivered in Porkum's grip. The defraudium crystal burned behind her, and added to Sue's sense of weakness and helplessness. Porkum grinned.

"Breathe deep. Take it all in. You're gonna come to love that smell. I'm gonna mark you with it so everyone knows who the Invisible Bitch belongs to..."

Sue moaned—not from Porkum's words, but from the sense that despite her efforts to resist, her body was about to react to this ****.