Sue Storm Becomes Chemically Enslaved To The Smell of Porkum's Cock

The change, when it came, was so subtle that Sue Storm didn't notice it. A subtle shift in her brain chemistry, a slight reconfiguration of cells. A glazed expression came to Sue Storm's dilated eyes. Docile. Compliant. Porkum rubbed her face into his glans, liberally coated her face with his pre-cum, but all the resistance within the heroine had drained out of her.

Porkum grunted. He had seen this reaction before, from some women who were unusually **** to his powers. The merest whiff of his cock was enough to send them into a kind of trance. Like the living zombies from those old voodoo films. The pig-man smiled as he remembered watching Bela Lugosi in White Zombie as teenager. Even then, he had imagined what he would do with such power—what he would order bitches to do.

Now, of course, he was grown—and as much as he would enjoy using and abusing Sue Storm's body and treating her as a helpless fuckpuppet, he had to hold up his end of the bargain with Doom first.

To use Sue Storm to destroy the Fantastic Four from within.

"Listen, pet," Porkum said as he continued to rub her face against his cock. "Here's what you're going to do...you're going to forget this night ever happened. You're going to go back home and forget all about Porkum. Destroy all the evidence you ever had any contact with me. Go back to your normal life. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master," Sue Storm said, as his cockhead gouged into her cheek. Her lips brushed his dick as she spoke. "Whatever you say."

It was three A.M. when the Invisible Woman slipped back into the Baxter Building. The smell of him still clung to her face, her costume. H.E.R.B.I.E. greeted her, which she ignored. Like a woman in a trance, the blonde went to the master control panel at the heart of the Fantastic Four's living quarters and entered the commands that would remove all traces of Porkum from the building.

Even the uniform she wore went into the trash, to be destroyed by the molecular disassembler in the basement. She washed diligently, scrubbed at her skin—and sometime near dawn, Sue Storm blinked and stared into the mirror. Naked, with no memory of how and why she had left the bed. The heroine frowned as she noticed bruises on her body that had not been there the night before—and then felt between her legs, and was amazed at the wetness there.

Her face blushed as she came to the wrong conclusion—that she had a particularly intense erotic dream. With a shake of her head, she scrubbed her face with a towel, and ran a wet cloth between her legs. She sighed as she returned to the cold bed, and wished Reed were back.

Never knowing that all the time, in secret, she was Porkum's ****. All it would take was the merest scent of his cock to reawaken her to thrallhood—and do whatever he wished.