Sue Storm Can't Leave, She Wants More

There were a thousand good reasons to leave. Some of them had names. Her children. Her husband. Family. Reputation. Porkum was a criminal, a mutant with some strange power over her. This whole thing was a trap, and Sue Storm had walked into it, arrogant despite her preparations.

Her feet didn't move, as if planted in place. Sue's pulse thundered in her ears, the liquid heat of Porkum's spunk spreading out through her chest. The Invisible Woman's whole body felt alive in a way it never had. This was different from the bonbons. Stronger, infinitely stronger. She quivered in place, torn between the shattered threads of her morality and this urgent need deep inside for more.

Porkum saw the inner struggle and gave a throaty chuckle.

"That's what you high-and-mighty bitches never understand," he said. "You're made to suck cock. Fighting crime? Being faithful to your loser husband? You're a cunt, and cunts are meant to be fucked. The duration of your life should be measured in orgasms and creampies."

He stepped forward, his prick hard again. The floppy end of his two-foot-long dick left a sticky smear on her abdomen.

"You can fight it, if you want. But that's what you're made for. Biological machines meant for extracting cum. And every minute you fight that, you suffer," he said.

Porkum stepped forward, driving his prick up between Sue's breasts. The tip hovered under her chin.

"This is your place," he said. "Right here. No thought. No hurting. Forget your old life. You're a cocksucking, cum-swallowing slut, and the sooner you accept that, the sooner you stop pretending at being a hero and be what you always were in secret, what you were always meant to be. No more games, no more pretense."

They were just words. Sue Storm was smart enough to realize that. She didn't believe the image of herself that Porkum was pushing. Yet she couldn't tear her eyes away from that one-eyed monster. Sue Storm panted, breathing in his pheromones with every lungful. Her tongue lolled out, the world narrowing to the hot, throbbing organ between her tits.

He caught her as she fell, her mouth engulfing the head of Porkum's prick. The mutant pig-man's laugh filled the factory.

"I win," he said, as Sue Storm desperately sucked at his schlong, all else fading away.

She sank to her knees, mouth full of cock. One pink hand guiding her head back and forth.

Doctor Doom watched. There was no twinge of conscience. He had known, when he had begun this partnership with Porkum, what was in store for Sue Storm. And if it broke Reed Richards, it would be worth it.

Unaware that somewhere, someone was watching.