Three Days

"Darling!" Sue Storm said into the video screen. "When will you be back?"

"Tomorrow," Reed Richards said. He looked tired. There were bags under his eyes, and the stubble on his chin was giving way to a full beard. "We didn't find the origin dimension, though we collected a few samples. Still, it will be good to be home."

"Yes...I can't wait," Sue smiled. Yet the smile didn't reach her eyes. "Neither can the children."

She blew him a kiss as they finished their goodbyes.

Then she grabbed the last of the frothy little cum-shakes that H.E.R.B.I.E. had made for her. She pushed the straw between her lips and sucked it dry.

There had been no way to cut back. If Sue didn't drink some of Porkum's seed every few hours, the shakes started. Then her heart began to palpitate, a wave of weakness would flow through her. Once, she had tried to go cold turkey. After six hours, shooting pains had started in her guts. She had ended up crawling toward the special fridge, and collapsed short. Gasping for breath. Sue had to order H.E.R.B.I.E. to feed the jizz to her, one quivering spoonful at a time.

Twenty-four hours. Less than that. The kids would return from Agatha Harkness first. Then Reed and the others would arrive. Sue had to get more of Porkum's jizz, and she needed to do it today.

So she called.

Her heart fell with each ring. The gnawing ache inside of her body, her apprehension grew. What if Porkum didn't answer? What if he couldn't? If some other hero had captured him...

Then the call went threw. A heavy, phlegmy voice growled on the other end.

"You hungry, bitch?" Porkum growled.

"Yes," Sue admitted, ignoring the insult. "I need it. When can we meet?"

"Hungry for this cock," Porkum said. "Say it?"

"I need your big thick dick," Sue said, with a hint of desperation. "I can't sleep without it. My cunt is wet just thinking about it."

In fact, Sue's pussy was still swollen and sore. Her body ached and was covered with bruises. She didn't want to have anything cock-shaped near her holes for a week, at least. Yet she was wet. Her aching pussy felt like a swamp. It throbbed painfully and yet Sue ached for his fuckmeat. If only to get one more drop of that liquid gold he spurted.

"Well...I suppose I could fuck you again," Porkum said. "But first, you gotta do something for me..."

"Anything," said breathlessly. In that moment, she meant it. And the worst part was, she didn't even regret it. Her need was overpowering all reason, all morality. In that instant, she realized how completely she had become Porkum's cum-addicted slut...and she didn't even care.