Sue Is Still Addicted To Porkum's Pheromones

Sue Storm hesitated. She bit her lip.

"I still need him, though," the blonde heroine said, and sat up to huddle her hands around her knees. "Her pheromones...they're addictive. I'm hooked bad. If I go too long without him, I start to feel like I'm coming apart inside. I don't know what I would do if he were gone...or dead."

Janet van Dyne wrapped her arms around her lover. Head against her neck.

"I know," the Wasp said. "Don't worry. I've thought of that. I've thought of everything. I just need you to do one little thing."

When she returned to the Baxter Building, Sue Storm hugged her children. Kissed her husband. Waved at Ben and Johnny, and went into her room to unpack.

"H.E.R.B.I.E.?" she said aloud, once she was sure she was alone.

The small robot floated towards her. Sue retrieved the flash drive that Janet had given her. She found the port on H.E.R.B.I.E.'s unit and plugged it in.

"Access this drive and run the executable. Authorization Susan Storm Richards, FF002A," she said. "Executive override of security precautions."

"Accessing," H.E.R.B.I.E. intoned. The robot's eyes flashed rapidly. "Containment protocols begun. Be well, Mrs. Richards."

The robot left about its duties. Sue sighed, suddenly tense. She said a little prayer.

In Janet van Dyne's Manhattan apartment, Jocasta suddenly spoke.

"Connection with the Baxter Building established. Containment protocols begun. Be well, Janet."

The Wasp squeezed a lemon into some soda water. Her hands shook. The containment protocols were one of Hank Pym's private, paranoid little projects. One of the ones he cooked up while Reed Richards was on his Illuminati power trip. A way to deal with villains like the Mandrill whose powers posed a threat to biological heroes.

Unseen forces converged on Porkum's hideout. Digital intelligences that picked apart the layers of security Doctor Doom had used to shield his ally. The Latverian monarch, technologically astute as he was, had not been prepared for a concerted hack using the full computing resources available to the entire Fantastic Four/S.H.I.E.L.D./Avengers network.

The first thing Porkum knew, the building went dark. His porn cut out mid-stroke. Like a wild animal, his ears perked up, his snout snuffled in the darkness. He couldn't smell anything. There was the high-pitched hum of a computer, somewhere...a kind of mechanical whirr...

The Machine Man's telescoping fist slammed into Porkum's snout with enough **** to snap his head back. The mutant pig-man staggered. Jocasta slammed into him, her fist buried nearly elbow-deep in his gut. Porkum's eyes bulged out, lungs expelling air as he collapsed to his knees.

His last conscious thought, as the Vision's intangible hand slid through his chest, was:

"Oh, fuck."

When the android solidified, the massive muscle convulsed. Porkum didn't even squeal. The shock to his system was too much. He collapsed, barely breathing. Several hundred pounds of dead weight.

In the secret sub-basement beneath the old Avengers Mansion, Porkum floated in a tube of pale pink liquid. Tubes slid down his throat and nostrils, up his ass, and clamped over his cock. Goggles covered his small black eyes. He moved weakly, his dick pulsing slowly at regular intervals.

"Subject contained," Jocasta said. "He is contained, his powers neutralized, his harmful biological products filtered and refined. Life and health can be sustained indefinitely. He's trapped in a living wet dream."

The Wasp nodded. She reached down and pulled out a small ampule of off-white liquid. The concentrated, refined essence of Porkum. What Sue needed to handle her addiction.

With Porkum under her control, Janet was her only source.

"Now, my pretty," Janet van Dyne said. "You are mine!"