Sue Storm's Inhibitions Fade

Porkum grinned to himself. He couldn't see Sue Storm's eyes, but he could feel her mouth seize onto his prick as she slurped his pre-cum. Like the clear ooze of all men's cocks, it was designed to lubricate things. Yet where most guys were only worried about penetration, Porkum's precum lubricated minds. Even now, the special chemicals were at work on the Invisible Woman's brain. The bitches he had asked about it described it as not unlike being drunk. That pleasant buzz that made all their cares and inhibitions fade away.

After a few minutes, he relaxed his grip. A contented sigh came out of his mouth as he felt her tongue slide around inside his big piss-slit. The mighty Invisible Woman pressed her face into his cock like a Tijuana whore.

She was almost his. Almost. Right now, he knew, his special brew was working on her brain. Rewiring it. Didn't matter how smart she was, none of these super-bitches could resist the simple allure of chemistry. Evolution had built them to fuck, and Porkum's powers were the key that unlocked their sexy potential. The inner slut that the Invisible Woman kept hidden deep down inside was about to be unleashed.

Then it was just a matter of imprinting her. Making sure that she was his slut, and nobody else's. Porkum grimaced as he thought about what Doom would think of, if he could see what he was going to do to Sue Storm. The things he would make her do. Once she was his.

"That's it, baby," Porkum cooed as his hands grabbed the back of her collar and tugged. The fabric ripped raggedly down her spine. "Drink deep. As much as you want. There's plenty more where that came from."

Sue Storm barely listened to him. Her brain was on fire. Her mouth filled with the taste of his cock. She brought his distended foreskin into her mouth and sucked on it, the rich, nasty smegma mixed with the salty, intoxicating liquor that flowed endlessly from the end of his porcine prick.

All of her concerns, her guilt, her shame, seemed to melt away. Her head swam, but her tongue and lips kept working. Sue could barely remember the last time she did something like this for Reed—her husband—she loved her husband.

Even when a woman is drunk with lust, she is not wholly lost. Sue Storm's thoughts of her husband stuck in her brain, even while she slurped on someone else's cock. Her face flushed and she moaned as Porkum slowly peeled off her costume. The Invisible Woman felt herself on a mental precipice—on the fulcrum of her existence. One which could see her fall forever into being Porkum's slut. Porkum was ready to make sure she did just that.

Already, her brain was saturated with Porkum's mutant secretions. The inhibitions stripped from her, so that her mind stood bare of protection. Ready to receive any impression strong enough to tilt her one way or another.