Sue Storm Succumbs To Temptation...Just A Little

Few of the Invisible Woman's friends or foes understood exactly how her power worked. Many thought she simply visualized something, and the invisible **** field popped into existence. That it was maintained by concentration or willpower alone. Sue Storm was loathe to correct them, for in truth the invisible **** fields were, to a degree, an extension of herself...and much was dependent on her careful control of her own mental and emotional state.

Sue panted and shivered at Porkum's words. Not because they were disgusting, but because some part of them rang true in the depths of her being. She could feel the wet heat in her pants that nearness to him brought. The terrible sensual urges that his words awoke in her mind conjured images of doing just as he said. Sue pictured a little hole in her **** field, just large enough for Porkum to stick his cock through.

Then it was there.

There was no conscious effort on her part. Just the combination of her own sexual desire, shaped by Porkum's suggestions and pheromonal influence, had worked the trick deep in her brain. Even as her pussy squeezed tight, Sue could feel the hole that had been opened in her defenses.

Porkum felt it too. With a cackle of glee, guided his cock down to that hole. With a single violent thrust, he shoved the pink pole through the invisible gloryhole. So long that the tip of it just touched against Sue's crotch and the top of her thighs. The terrible heat of that inhuman prick drew a gasp of shock from her lips. Porkum leered as he began to twist his hips, so that the soft, spongy tip of his impossibly long prick rubbed at Sue Storm's pussy, right through her uniform.

"You like that, don't you?" Porkum said, his voice soft series of grunts as he focused on his dick.

"S-s-stop that!" Sue stammered as she hugged the wall. Her left thigh throbbed painfully where she had been wounded, and her heart hammered in her chest. The Invisible Woman's breasts rose and fell, and she could almost taste the pig-man's sweat in the air. It made her feel unclean. Worse, it made her feel dirty. She couldn't seem to bring herself to move away from the cock that rubbed against her pussy through her pants.

"Bet it feels good," Porkum said. "Bet you haven't felt that good in a long time. But you know what'll feel better?"

"Shut up!" So yelled. A white hot needle of agony pierced her skull as she struggled to maintain the compromised **** field.

"Lose the pants," Porkum whispered. "I'll make it feel so much better."

His great pink tongue waggled out of his mouth and licked the invisible shield, to leave a filthy scum behind on the unseen surface. For Susan Storm, it felt for a moment as if he had just run his tongue along her front lobes. The heroine's body tensed as the prick moved back and forth, back and forth between her thighs...and the one thing Sue couldn't deny was that it did feel good. Her body trembled at that touch, even through her unstable molecule fabric.

Sue Storm didn't know how much more of this she could take.