Taste It

Porkum's left hand gripped her hair, even as the arm across her throat retreated south, to pin her stomach. The Invisible Woman swallowed hard as his snout brushed her ear. He **** her head down until her chin pressed against her chest. So she could see herself stroke that cock, as the frothy goo from the destroyed robot dissolved the suit that she had hoped would protect her.

"Taste it," Porkum said, the command couched almost as a suggestion. The cock jumped from her hands and smacked against her chest. The soft tip brushed her chin, and her lips curled back in instinctive disgust.

"You want to, don't you?" Porkum's rumble was soft. "You tasted my balls before. Sucked the cream right out of them. Aren't you curious what it tastes like, straight from the source?"

"No..." Sue said, but the protest came out as a pathetic squeak. The pallid glow of the defraudium around Porkum's neck made the heroine's will weaken, as well as her powers. Doubt assailed her. Once again, she had been outmaneuvered by the mutant pig-man. Once again, she was **** to do a disgusting act if she hoped to escape.

"Just a little taste," Porkum went on. "You know I'm not that bad, right? I haven't hurt you yet. You're the one that keeps coming after me. You want it, even though you won't admit it. Want more of my juice in your mouth. Taste the tip of my prick. Who knows? Maybe you'll like it."

"No!" Sue said. "That's...that's not true. You're...you're a villain. You were going to...to...in the vat..."

"Was I?" Porkum mused, as his big pink fingers curled her golden hair. "Or did I just want to see you again? Did you ever think about that?"

Sue had no answer for that. She stared down at the grotesquely distorted cock in her hands. Her arms continued to pump the great pink schlong, even to pull the gross foreskin down and reveal the soft, squishy tip, as narrow as Reed's dick.

"I'll...I'll jerk you off, just don't, don't make me..." Sue hated how her attempt to bargain came out as a helpless plea.

"I'll let you go. I promise," Porkum said, and the great pink hand on her stomach moved upward to grope her left breast through her costume. The great pink paw encompassed her entire tit easily. "But first, you need to taste it."

Her head swam. The fumes from Porkum's prick engulfed her. Sue had felt this before, in his lair. How his pheromones reduced her inhibitions, made her suggestible. Except now it was stronger. Her pussy burned as it cried out for attention, and her whole body felt terribly sensitive, **** for her husband's touch.

She began to pant. Sue swayed on Porkum's lap as she stared at the cock that hovered just an inch from her lips. Her tongue was out. A little pink triangle of flesh that moved through the air. The hot, heavy scent of that prick filled her head. Sue's vision swam...and in the end, she was barely aware as her face dipped down, just a little...and the tip of her tongue slid into the cloudy stream of pre-cum that oozed out of the great pink crease that was Porkum's urethra.