Sue Storm Corks Porkum's Prick Until S.H.I.E.L.D. Picks Him Up

The Invisible Woman closed her fist. Whit goo oozed out between her clenched fingers. A thought. The merest expression of her power. And an invisible cone slid, point first, into the mutant's trapped urethra. The small dark eyes went wide, sweat beaded the prominent brow as the tip slowly expanded, like the bubble at the end of a glassblower's tube, until it formed a sphere that visibly bulged the captive cock. Invisible as the plug was, Sue could look down inside Porkum's shaft and see the white liquid flood, now unable to escape.

Sue rose to her one good foot, limped to the nearest sink, and rinsed off her hand. The sticky cum clung to the fingers of her glove, and Sue had to fight the terrible urge to lick it off her hand, but the pain in her thigh helped her focus.

Then used her communicator to call S.H.I.E.L.D.

Heroine though she was, the Invisible Woman admired her handiwork, the trapped mutant's increasingly strained efforts to escape. The way his cock was now a terrible purple, now swollen as thick as her thigh, those massive testes producing cum that had nowhere to go, and the lack of ejaculation was driving the villain mad.

Sue didn't care. Her empathy was burnt out by what Porkum had tried to do to her.

S.H.I.E.L.D. arrived in full chemical-biological-radiological suits. A female medic took a look at her leg, and Sue allowed her wound to be treated, restitched, antibiotics and painkillers injected. A hazardous material team found some sort of exotic interdimensional isotope and removed it in a lead case.

Maria Hill couldn't keep a snarl off her lips as she saw two massive Mandroids haul Porkum into a bio-containment truck. Sue maintained the **** fields binding Porkum until the doors closed. The howls from within as his overproducing balls finally unleashed sent a shiver of sadistic joy down her spine.

"Initial analysis shows pheromones almost as strong as the Mandrill's," she said. Her eyes found Sue Storm's own. "Are you okay? You were exposed."

"The pain helped me focus," Sue said, with a frown. "But I need to go back to the Baxter Building, go through decontamination. Sleep..."

Maria nodded.

"We'll take care of Porkum. You get some rest."

Sue took the Fantasticar home. The image of Porkum's corked cock never far from her thoughts. She had rarely met such a perverse villain. Her left leg felt dead as she limped into decontamination. When she finally collapsed onto the bed, Sue expected sleep to come easily.

It did not.