Sue Storm Sucked Porkum's Cock

Porkum's cock was in Sue Storm's mouth. The cock was huge, impossibly long. Sue Storm's mouth, throat, and chest were partially transparent, to show how the pink pulsing prick filled her esophagus, and a white splurt of cum shot directly into her stomach. The Invisible Woman's stomach churned. It was impossible. It couldn't be real.

"H.E.R.B.I.E.," Sue said. "When I threw up. Was there any semen in it?"

"Affirmative," the robot said. "Copius amounts of partially-digested semen were discovered. Genetic analysis is complicated, but trace elements match compounds from Porkum's chocolates."

"Oh God," Sue said, as realization dawned. After she had blacked out, Porkum must have **** her to suck his cock. It explained her nausea, the ache in her jaw, the terrible taste in her mouth. The bastard had violated one of the unwritten rules of heroes and villains.

And he was about to learn the consequences.

SSR: A villain got the drop on me. Walked right into a trap that drained my powers. He **** me with ****. I just woke up.

JVD: I believe you. But the photo's gone viral. "Invisible Cocksucker!" "Does Sue Storm's Kids Know Their Mother Is A Cheating Whore?" "Reed Richards Cucked (Again?)" "Namor Jealous!?"

Sue groaned. This was the kind of situation she had always dreaded. It was impossible to go back and rewind events, or to make everyone forget...

...unless...

The Invisible Woman remembered Spider-Man's little favor from Doctor Strange. The global evidence-and-memory-erasing spell. That had been a disaster, of course. However, right here and now, Sue could think of few other ways to repair her reputation. Especially before Reed got home.

JVD: Sue? What do you want me to do? I can call the Avengers, we can get this guy. Hank just texted me and said he's found a way to remove this guy from the informational substructure of reality. I don't know what that means, but if you want, I could tell him to do it.

Sue Storm pondered that. Hank Pym was unpredictable, but he made science look like magic. If anyone could make it look like Porkum never existed, it was him. The heroine rubbed her stomach, head pounding as she contemplated the weighty moral decision. Did she erase Porkum from reality—or just the memories and evidence of what he had done—or did she call on every cape she knew to squash him into a little pink paste?