Sue Storm Obeys

The Invisible Woman hooked her thumbs into her panties before she could consciously resist Porkum's order. Her suit was already compromised, and the defraudium gem made her feel weak. An iron spike seemed to drive through her skull as she formed small **** fields over her nostrils, mouth closed. She wasn't sure it would help—Porkum's porcine prick wavered in the air, two feet of magnificent man-meat, and he had to be spewing pheromones out of every pore—but she hoped that if she could hold out long enough, maybe she could get one clean shot in. Get some distance, some air between them.

As her panties hit her ankles, and Sue stepped out of them, Porkum grinned hugely. One fat pink hand gripped his colossal cock and stroked it. There was a twinkle of dark humor in those small black eyes.

"Toss those panties here," Porkum ordered.

Sue did. The soft blue panties with a white 4 on them tossed with her left hand, the pulse disruptor still held loosely in her right. Yet the heroine couldn't bring herself to lift her arm and shoot him. She swayed there, bottomless, legs and ass cold, but her pussy hot and throbbing now, little trickles of liquid down her thighs.

She couldn't bring herself to run. Or fight. Every breath through the invisible baffle was strained, hot. Her heart hammered harder, the spike of pain from maintaining even these small, weak **** fields incandescent in her brain.

The Invisible Woman watched as Porkum stroked his prick with the blue underwear. In moments, the once-pristine panties were wet and sticky. His grin was terrible. He could see her eyes follow every movement. Could see Sue's knees quiver. The heat between her legs grew in intensity and began to spread up and out from her crotch. It made her stomach flutter and her thighs shake without control.

With a grunt, an impossibly thick, white glop of raw semen emptied itself into her stained panties. It dripped onto the floor, thick as pudding. Porkum's grin was feral as he tossed the soiled underwear back to the Invisible Woman, who caught it with her left hand.

"Put them back on," he ordered.

The flutter in Sue Storm's stomach turned into a knot of rage. The spike of pain in her head was constant. Yet for a moment she hesitated. For a moment, she could almost resist. Maybe the invisible air filter was working.

Then she bent down and stepped into the panties. White streams of cum ran down her legs. A puddle of hot ejaculate lay in the middle as she brought them up her pale, quivering thighs. Sue felt tears in her eyes as the wet, sticky, virile mass pressed against her fever-hot cunny, her pubes immediately soaked with Porkum's mutant sperm. A part of her brain flashed a warning; old sex ed warnings that even a drop of sperm could lead to pregnancy.

She pulled the panties up over her hips.

"Good girl. Bet that feels nice, doesn't it? Just think, if we were dating, I'd make you walk around like that all the time," he rumbled...and a strange, terrible thought seemed to race through his brain. Porkum's grin widened.