Sue Storm Agrees To Stay Another Day

48 hours. For 48 hours, Sue Storm was no longer a person. She was a cocksleeve. Porkum's sexual **** seemed relentless. Hung suspended by the straps, the Invisible Woman had no leverage, no way to escape. At first, she had almost enjoyed it—the roughness, the sense of helplessness. The thrill of danger as his cock **** itself down her throat, as her jaw stretched painfully. For the first few hours of fucking, Porkum was brutal, almost frightening, and Sue Storm felt her heart hammer. It was like being inside a horror movie, not sure when things would go to far—

She wasn't sure when the defraudium had been introduced into the chamber. It had to be there. She knew because as Porkum pried at her ass with his thick fingers, panic assailed her. She was already exhausted, her throat burned, her pussy hurt—she didn't know if she could survive a Porkum full-strength butt-fuck. Self-preservation made her try to use an invisible **** field to free herself.

Pain spiked through her head. A white-hot nail, driven straight between her eyes. Porkum ignored her noises as her bent down to **** his tongue into her butthole. Maybe he thought her groans and wiggling were from the pleasure of his thick tongue as it **** itself into her colon.

There were other times over the next forty hours or so when Sue tried again. Each time, the result was the same. She couldn't see the defaudium, but she could feel it. The reality dawned on her, slowly at first, but with increasing certainty, that she was trapped here. That she had given herself over to a ****.

A creative one.

The first day was largely penetration. When she tried to plead for a break, he stuffed his cock in her mouth. When she tried to twist away from him, his fingers would **** themselves roughly into her holes and pulled them wide. Sue was **** to squirm as he licked her cervix. Her skin itched as cum dried over her. She cried tears as he wiped his foreskin across her eyes, the stinging precum made her blue eyes burn.

Sue Storm knew she needed to resist. Get away. The constant sexual **** took its toll on her body. There were red marks where the strapped had rubbed against her skin. Her cunt and ass felt raw. As if something had broken inside of her. Hips stiff. Hot wetness dripped continually out of her. Sue's stomach roiled; the only thing she'd had to eat was Porkum's jizz, her stomach was stuffed with it. Nausea and weakness filled her brain...even though Porkum's dick was the only thing she could taste, smell...

She wasn't sure when nature called. Sue thought it was during her sixth's throat-fucking. Her jaw still ached, but the heat of Porkum's hug filled her esophagus, and her vision grew dark around the edges as oxygen grew scarce. The next sensation—the pressure, the shameful release, the even more shameful relief—was more intense than she had expected.

A part of her thought that might be the end of it. That Porkum would stop, give her time to clean up, to rest, to—

The cold spray of the hose was like shards of ice on her skin. It stung, and the exhausted heroine screamed and thrashed in her bonds. Just vomited forth from her hoarse throat.

Porkum washed her down without a care. He was utterly remorseless, even as the stream stabbed into Sue Storm's guts, washed her womb clean. Until in a few minutes, the Invisible Woman—one of the most powerful heroines in the world—hung there drenched, shivering, teeth chattering, sobbing...

The cock rose, as if aroused at her suffering. Perhaps something broke in Sue Storm as it headed toward her mouth. Perhaps something had already been eroding inside of her, from the moment she walked into this chamber. The prolonged exposure to Porkum's pheromones, combined with the lack of sleep and constant sexual activity—something changed inside of Sue Storm as she realized the true depths of her powerlessness.

Acceptance.

Her mouth opened willingly. Porkum was no less gentle, but as the hours wore on, Sue felt a subtle change within her. Every time Porkum pulled his still-dripping manhood out of her red gaping asshole or swollen, cum-drenched cunny, she felt a momentary twinge of sadness. Even though her muscles screamed, she clung to him as he withdrew, as if she didn't want him to go, and the absence of his prick from her depths was a **** more severe than when he had first pushed her past her limits.

Hour by hour, inch by inch, Porkum worked her. She learned to shudder in delight when he thrust his fingers into her fuckholes at the same time. The salty jizz she sucked off his immense scrote was a dark ambrosia to her dehydrated lips. The welts raised on her body as he smacked her with his dick was badges of honor.

It was crazy. It was stupid. Perhaps it was because he didn't allow her a moment's rest, that her head began to grow strange. The odd affection that blossomed inside of her changed into something else, a truer, more intense emotion than she ever knew.

"I love you," she croaked, voice nearly gone. Dried jizz on her face cracked as she grinned happily at him.

Porkum dropped into a squat. His dark eyes bored into hers, as if they searched for something. Yet Sue Storm's blue eyes were clear. Her head almost empty of any thought except to please Porkum. She wanted him to love her too. To show her he loved her.

"How would you feel," he said slowly. "About extending your stay another day?"

"Yessss..." Sue hissed, barely able to keep her head up.

She didn't care if she would be missed. Or if someone came looking for her. The thought of it didn't enter her mind.

Porkum was here. As he rose, she tilted her head to run her tongue along the length of his cock. Crusted with dried blood and cum. Sue Storm couldn't imagine how many loads he'd shot out onto her...into her...but she wanted more. Wanted it all. Whatever Porkum would give her.

It was Sue Storm's first true taste of submission. Porkum was ready to make sure it wouldn't be her last.