Sue Sucks Someone Else's Cock At Porkum's Command

There was a hole in the wall today. Sue Storm sat up in bed and stared at it. The last defraudium gem glowed its sickly yellow light in her collar. Her hair was longer, her skin itched where Porkum's cum had dried on it. She looked around for her morning bowl of jizz, for the long pink pig cock she had sucked for day after day.

Yet she was alone.

Until something pale and soft slipped through the hole.

The Invisible Woman's blue eyes moved toward it. The skin was smooth. The pink tip of the glans poked out from the foreskin. After so much sex with Porkum's inhuman prick, the merely human dick looked...cute. Nonthreatening.

Sue hesitated. All of the sex and degradation she'd experienced had been with Porkum. His cock, his cum. For all that she'd betrayed her marriage vows, cheated on her husband, debased herself with sexual acts she had barely imagined, it had all been under the influence of Porkum's cock and cum. Now...now she sat there, staring at the almost pathetic prick that hung small and soft through the hole in the wall, and Sue knew she had a choice.

She didn't have to suck this dick. Didn't have to do anything. Could just ignore it.

"Suck his cock," Porkum's voice seemed to come from inside of her head.

The moment passed. Like a well-trained whore, Sue slipped onto all fours. Her tongue extended, she explored the soft cock. So small and frail compared to the hose that jutted from Porkum's crotch, the smell and taste so subtle compared to his. As she kissed and licked it, the cute little cock began to swell and stiffen. She encouraged it, eyes wide, getting into it now as she peeled back the foreskin to admire the rubbery stiffness of the little purple helmet, to catch the first drop of pre-cum on her tongue.

It might as well have been a drop of water compared to Porkum's thick, oily pre-jizz.

Stiff, the cock stood a laughable five inches, with a slight upward curve. Sue ran her tongue along the soft, sensitive underside of the stiff little shaft as her mouth, trained for cocks better suited for something on four legs, utterly engulfed it to the base without effort. The tip of the cock tickled the back of her throat pleasantly as Sue Storm's cheeks hollowed. With a wet schluup, she drew her face back until her lips touched the sensitive, flared head, and then her whole head moved forward again, until her nose touched the wall just above the hole.

By the time Sue set up a steady rhythm, the little prick was already trembling. A salty trickle spurted into her mouth, and Sue drew her face back to let the dribble coat her tongue. Compared to Porkum's jizz, which was always thick enough to chew, this felt like skim milk. Barely enough to whet the hungry cockwhore's appetite.

Sue held the tip of the dick in her mouth and sucked the last few drops of sperm out of the pisshole, but the cock was spent. It flopped down, wet and limp, and drew back through the hole. The Invisible Woman stared and waited, oddly unsatisfied.

Then Porkum stepped forward. She wasn't sure how long he had been behind her, but his stubby pink fingers gripped the back of her neck and popped the last of the defraudium gems from her collar.

"Good girl," he said, his voice a low rumble of approval that made her shiver, pussy already wet and ready for her morning fuck.

Except there wasn't going to be any morning fuck. No bowl of jizz for her to lap up. Porkum told her to take a shower, and Sue stood up and went to the bathroom, where the shower was ready. On the toilet seat was a brand new costume, just like her old one. That was when Sue realized that something had changed. That she had passed some final test.

She was going home.