Sue Storm Rejects The Obscene Toy

"No!" Sue Storm pushed herself away from the table. Unwilling even to look at the inhuman sex toy. Revulsion filled her being—revulsion and shame. Sue recognized that thing that lay in its box on the table as a model of Porkum's own cock. Recognized the temptation in her own body and mind.

What is wrong with me? Sue asked herself. I'm a wife, a mother. I'm not some cock-obsessed slut. Am I?

"H.E.R.B.I.E.!" she shouted. In the doorway, the little robot beeped.

"Yes, Mrs. Richards?"

"Take that...thing away. Put it in quarantine. Put everything that comes from Porkum into quarantine!" Sue said as she **** herself to her feet.

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

The Invisible Woman tried to lose herself in her routine. Light exercise. Eating. A conference call with her kids. A visit from the nurse. Yet the one thing that Sue Storm could not escape was her own mind. The picture of Porkum's cock had been one thing. Actually seeing the obscene toy was another. In odd moments throughout the day she found her hand drift back toward her cunny, and had to stop herself from jilling off.

I don't want that, Sue told herself. I don't want to masturbate thinking of his cock.

Which meant not masturbating at all.

The more Sue denied herself, the worse it got. The fever heat in her body, which she thought had broken, returned with a vengeance as the night grew dark. Listless and exhausted, Sue found herself on her bed, dressed only in an old t-shirt, her pussy bare and legs spread because the heat from her cunny was too much, a towel under her ass to catch the fluid that seemed to drip endlessly from her aching cunny. H.E.R.B.I.E. was ever at her side, to bring her bottles of electrolyte-laden fluid she could suck through a straw. Antibiotics. Cold and flu medicines to try and break her fever. Yet nothing worked.

Unable to bring herself to sleep, unwilling to touch herself, Sue Storm turned to the one mindless release guaranteed to turn off her brain, at least for a little while: television.

The widescreen occupied most of the wall. Idly, Sue Storm flipped through the channels. Meaningless sports. Boring news. Cartoons. Late in the night, as she shivered in the grip of the fever, head heavy, eyelids half-lidded, her breath a rasp through parted lips...Sue Storm found herself watching a documentary on pigs. Grotesque, near-pornographic close-ups of massive testicles. Squealing sows penetrated and inseminated by a prize stud. Sue licked the sweat from her lips as her stomach growled. Vaginal muscles tensed and released in involuntary kegels. Her heartbeat hammered in her ears.

A small, perverse thought went through Sue's brain. Her power made it real. If anyone could have seen her then, they would have seen her labia part as an invisible phallus rubbed up and down her labia. The rounded head of the human-shaped cock crushed her clit, and the juices ran down from her pussy in tiny rivulets. Sue Storm's chest heaved, the hard nipples tented her shirt.

In the dark, H.E.R.B.I.E. watched. Recorded. Interpreted data from the analysis of Porkum's bonbons, the sex toy he had sent. Sue Storm had not asked him for the results, but as his sensors read the data from her body, algorithms computed dangerous vectors. Sue Storm was in peril. Her body already addicted to the biological contaminants in Porkum's chocolates. Sudden withdrawal was having an adverse effect on her mental and physical health. Something must be done.

So H.E.R.B.I.E. did what he was programmed to do.