Sue Storm's Mind Goes Blank

Just like that, Sue Storm ceased to think.

She wasn't **** in the usual sense of the term. Her eyes remained open, breathing and heartbeat regular. Body responsive, pussy drooled on Porkum's lap. Little spasms went through her body as micro-climaxes ripped through her body steadily. Yet Sue Storm was in no position to actually appreciate the endless chain of mini-orgasms.

Her nose and cheek were wet with Porkum's pre-cum. The Invisible Woman did not flinch as her unblinking eye slid across his urethra. Whatever the chemicals in the mutant pig-man's bodily fluids were doing to her brain, Sue Storm registered external stimuli only by automatic responses. There was no sign that any of the sensory impressions were being recorded in her memory. No sign that she was aware of what was happening at all.

Head empty.

Porkum noticed, and frowned. He was used to superheroines becoming fawning sluts. The Invisible Woman's apparent short-circuiting was atypical, and it pissed him off.

"Hey," he said and gave her a little shake, so that her face slapped against the head of his prick. "Hey, c'mon. Starting sucking. Something."

Sue Storm was warm in his grasp. Yet she did not respond. He turned her around and stared her full in the face.

The Invisible Woman's face was caught in a smile. A toothy grin. Pupils fully dilated, with the iris just a thin ring of blue against great black voids. Porkum felt as if he could see straight into Susan Storm's soul.

Except there was nothing there.

"Fuck, that's just disturbing," Porkum said. His dark eyes stared into Sue Storm's, and all he saw there was his own face, reflected back at him. His jaw worked for a moment. He had fucked women who were asleep. He had fucked women into unconsciousness and continued to fuck them afterward...sometimes until they woke up again. This shouldn't be any different.

Except something about that blissful smile unnerved him to the core.