Sue Storm Is Feverish and Craves Porkum's Cock

The first light of morning fell across Sue Storm as she lay, naked and exposed, in a tumult of dirty bedding. A malaise filled the heroine's body, an overall weakness accompanied by occasional shivers. Her tussled hair fell over her face as she crawled off the bed. Left leg afire she limped toward the kitchen, ravenously hungry.

Especially for the one thing she knew she shouldn't have.

Porkum's bonbons were still in the quarantine chamber as H.E.R.B.I.E. conducted his analysis. Sue **** herself to eat a banana and muesli, swallowed her antibiotic pills with black coffee that burned its way down her throat and sat in her stomach like a pool of acid. None of it touched the craving inside of her.

It was one thing to be sick. It was something else again to be sick and face the first symptoms of withdrawal, though Sue had never learned what the signs for that were.

Memories of last night continued to run through her head. Shame. Guilt. The sense of betrayal. Her fingers found the wedding band on her left hand, and Sue twisted it back and forth nervously as she staggered, naked and disheveled, through the living quarters. She knew she couldn't let the others see her like this. Not her husband, not the kids. Already, Sue tried to think of excuses to turn the nurse away when she came.

"When I came..." Sue whispered hoarsely, and her hand went between her legs. She shivered as she drew her fingers back, surprised at how wet she was. The fever made her light-headed, her eyes felt hot in their sockets, but there was something in her that made her want to move, to do something. A restlessness that would not be denied.

Unconsciously, her footsteps took her back to the mailroom.

The photo of Porkum's cock lay on the floor where she had dropped it.

Sue licked her lips. A gesture, an invisible column of **** rose from the floor, to carry the photo up to her.

Then her leg spasmed. Sue's concentration broke. She saw the picture of the pink cock flutter and fall to the floor again.

With exaggerated care, wounded leg stiff, Susan Storm lowered herself down to the ground to pick it up. By the time she rose again, her breath came in hot little gasps. Eyes fixated on the image that had burned itself into her brain. The dick was huge. Inhuman. Filthy. She could see the dried scum of crusty cum along its length. The white hint of smegma in that grotesquely overgrown foreskin. Sue wanted to wretch as her fever-addled mind immediately wondered what that would smell like, what it would taste like.

Her bare ass pressed against the edge of the mail-room table. Picture in her left hand. Her right found its way between her legs.

It had been a long time since Sue had cum so hard. That was part of the shame she felt. All the good, sexy times with her husband had felt so weak by comparison. Her eyes drank in the length of that impossible cock and how small Reed seemed in comparison. Her husband had never wanted to hurt her. Never wanted to be rough with her. Just bend her over and **** her to take his dick like she was a sow in heat.

She hated herself for feeling that way. Yet she couldn't stop.

Sue Storm's fingers ran up and down her sticky slit. They settled on her clit and began to move in slow circles. The pads of her fingers against her stiffening love button. Sue began to pant as she pressed harder, faster. She could feel the muscles in her shoulder and arm as the need gripped her, the almost mechanical frenzy as she found her rhythm, and her ass began to flex as her hips shifted. Sue's eyes barely blinked as her mind fixated on the photo in her hand, and the gasps became soft moans...louder...louder...

The cry as her naked, sweaty body arched and spasmed, awoke H.E.R.B.I.E. from his charging station. He appeared in the mail room just as Sue's fingers furiously spasmed over her cunny, to send forth a jet of clear liquid that landed on the tiny robot's head.

Unconcerned, he held up a bottle of some sports drink.

"Mrs. Richards. You are dangerously dehydrated. Please hydrate before continuing strenuous activities," the little robot chirped.

"Th-thank you, H.E.R.B.I.E," Sue said as the fire in her crotch died down a little. With shaky hand she grabbed the bottle, opened it, and slugged half of it down in one huge gulp. The rest was slow, but as the cool liquid flowed through her overheated body, Sue knew that H.E.R.B.I.E. was right.

"How is...the analysis coming along?" she asked.

"Unknown biological material detected. Mutant DNA. Not in database. Several exotic biochemical compounds potentially hazardous to human health. Further analysis needed," H.E.R.B.I.E. was quiet a moment, then added. "An additional package from Porkum arrived today."

Sue's heart seemed to stop for a moment.

"More chocolates?"

"Affirmative," H.E.R.B.I.E. replied.

The Invisible Woman bit her lip. She could almost taste them on her lips. But no. Bad idea.

"Send all packages from Porkum straight to quarantine," she said. Then she glanced at the photo. "But...let me know if there are any other photos."

"Affirmative."

Sue Storm staggered out of the mail room. The photo in her left hand. She would look at it again in a little while. On the couch in the living room, as the sun shone in. In her bedroom, on the bed that she and Reed shared. In the bathroom, as the shower attachment blasted away at her sore cunt. In the kitchen, where the ribbed plastic handle of a spatula was repurposed, and the sick woman found herself on the floor, as one hand rubbed the impromptu toy vigorously against her aching clit while the other held the photo just inches from her face.

Everywhere that Sue Storm went, H.E.R.B.I.E. followed. He ensured she remained hydrated, and that she took her antibiotic pills. Monitored her temperature and tasked the cleaning robots to sanitize wherever she had stopped to relieve the sexual heat that gripped her.