Sue Storm Confronts Porkum

It probably wasn't a good idea for the Invisible Woman to confront the mutant pig-man...not after she had so narrowly escaped his clutches last time. Yet at the same time, it was something that Sue Storm knew she needed to do. For her own self-respect, she needed to be able to face her foe, to show that she wasn't afraid of him.

Afraid, or anything else.

"H.E.R.B.I.E., make sure the building is hermetically sealed," Sue said, before she stepped into the elevator. "I don't want any of his pheromones to come into the lobby."

"Affirmative," the small robot replied.

The pig-man stood in the rain. His attention went to the elevator doors as they opened into the empty lobby. Sue Storm stepped forth, invisible. She had thrown on a clean uniform, just for this encounter, but her skin and hair was still wet, and it clung to her every curve. The Invisible Woman stepped up right to the clear doors—which weren't just glass, but transparent aluminum. It would take someone much stronger than Porkum to break through those by brute ****. At least, she hoped.

One of his pink ears twitched. Did he have super-hearing? Sue didn't know. She didn't know so much about her foe. In hindsight, she could have kicked herself for taking him so lightly, and took the opportunity now to study him. The pig-man grinned, and he stared right at where she was. He couldn't see her—Sue was certain of that—but he opened his trenchcoat and...

There was a wet smack as his glans pressed against the door.

Sue Storm stood stock-still. Her cheeks flushed, she could feel the burn in her face. She shivered in the air-conditioned lobby as Porkum, without his hands but only careful muscular control and gentle hip-thrusts, drew a heart on the door. The cloudy, milky goo dribbled down the glass, and Sue was weirdly rooted in place during the entire performance. When he had finished, Porkum closed the trenchcoat, with difficulty, over his erect cock. He winked, and blew a kiss.

The Invisible Woman simply stood there for a moment, as Porkum turned and walked away. A part of her knew she should do something—anything. She could manifest an invisible wall to trap him, invisible hobbles to prevent him from walking away, an invisible boot to smash him flat, or...or...

In the time it took Sue to decide to do something, the pig-man was gone. He had moved into the darkness with surprising speed, disappeared across the street and was gone.

To leave behind only his disgusting remainder. As what? A twisted statement of love? A challenge?

"H.E.R.B.I.E.," Sue said aloud. "Confirm: none of Porkum's pheromones breached the lobby, correct?"

"Affirmative, Mrs. Richards," H.E.R.B.I.E.'s voice came from the lobby's speakers. "Air in the lobby is clean of alien contaminants."

Sue shivered. Guts twisted. Nipples hard. Pussy suddenly hot and damp. She wished it had been otherwise. She wished it had been Porkum's powers that had made her freeze when she had meant to confront him.