Sue Storm Uses Her Powers In A Perverted Way

The use of her powers was like a nail in Sue Storm's brain. Headaches were a constant peril of prolonged use of her powers, but this felt different. Whether it was because of her injury, the remains of that radioactive isotope in her wounded leg, or whether it was from the strange pheromones in Porkum's reeking jizz, the heroine didn't know. Yet she could tell his was different.

For one thing, it had begun to excite her. Like the few times in her love-life with Reed when she had convinced him to spank her. The sharp impact of flesh on flesh. The sudden brief pain that made her pussy squeeze tight on his cock. It was a part of herself that Sue Storm had never told anyone. Yet as she stared through the cum-encrusted invisible **** field at the grotesque pig-man and his oversized pecker—and her lips curled as a cruel possibility came to mind.

The Invisible Woman stood stock-still as she extended her power outward. Her imagination worked, and the nail seemed to twist in her brain. Yet Sue welcomed the pain, focused on it, as her stiff nipples pressed against the sports bra in her costume. Eyes locked on Porkum's prick.

The mutant pig-man didn't know what was happening until invisible hands seized his half-erect prick. The small dark eyes bulged as the invisible forces squeezed hard at the root, and slid along the nearly three-foot length of it. Four or five hands held him as blood instinctively flooded the cock, made it swell and pushed against the hands that held it.

"What are you doin'?" he said, as he stared past his own swollen stomach to where invisible fingers, slim and delicate, peeled back his grotesque foreskin to expose his narrow, soft, spongy glans.

Sue didn't answer. Dark, sensual instincts moved through her, stirred up from the pain in her head. She watched with terrible fascination as one slim invisible finger rubbed along the huge piss-slit in Porkum's cock. So much like a little pussy, because Porkum came with such **** that the sensitive inner walls had long ago been **** outside the lips of his urethra. The pig-man's jaw dropped in shock as with but a thought, the finger plunged into his dickhole.

"Hey! Knock that off. I mean it!"

Porkum didn't dare move. The invisible hands held him in place, utterly immobile as Sue Storm's invisible finger delved a little deeper and began to stir up the inside of Porkum's prick. Her cruel smile grew wider as he began to panic, to throw any trash within reach at her. It bounced harmlessly off the Invisible Woman's **** field.

It was as if all the pain and humiliation crystallized in Sue Storm's skull. She felt a hint of an old, old emotion come to the forefront as the invisible "finger" widened, to stretch Porkum's pisshole further, and lengthened. She could actually see the bulge in his grotesque dick as her invisible "finger" stretched down through his urethra. The pig-man sat in impotent fury, unable to tear himself away or do anything except blubber as his prized cock was violated.

A name for that emotion came to Sue.

Malice.