Three Months

It sounded like fun. A week of sex. Of getting her pussy scraped until she was red raw. Seemingly endless ejaculations as Porkum pumped rope after rope of seed into her spasming slit, day after day. Like a honeymoon night that never ended. A dirty weekend stretched out like a carnal vacation, full of laughs and erotic discoveries.

In truth, it was an endurance test. A test of Sue Storm's mental and physical stamina. Porkum was not gentle. There was a grinding monotony to the seemingly endless rut. Days when Sue woke up to find his cock plugging away at her sore and aching pussy, and fell asleep the same way. There was no window so that she could look out and see whether it was day or not. Clothes were not a luxury she was granted, and even eating and sleeping were strictly regulated.

Dimly, through the endless sex, the haze of Porkum's pheromones, Sue Storm became aware that he was not alone in this endeavor. There was someone else calling the shots, from beyond the room that reeked of sex. Someone who made sure to send in proper meals, not just the malt liquor and fast food that Porkum greedily gorged on. Who insisted on Porkum giving her regular shots and pills to encourage her fertility. Provided the fertility tests that she peed on, day after day.

As the days—Sue thought it was days—wore on, with nothing to do but fuck, no stimulation except the porn that Porkum liked to blast on the screen at all hours, the Invisible Woman felt a creeping disgust curdle her admiration and devotion to Porkum. It was still there; the chemicals in his seed she was constantly exposed to made sure she couldn't but love him—but as her brain strove for any stimulation, she became aware of his faults. The smell, the mess, the roughness that sometimes left her bleeding and whimpering on the stained mattress. She became disgusted at herself, her body paling from the lack of sunlight, the tone of her muscles slightly softer since the only exercise she received was energetic sex, the constant coating of dried saliva and semen that made her beg for a bath, which seldom came.

Because Porkum liked her like that. Liked her to smell like him. Finger her gooey, cum-filled cunny during his rare refractory period. Every week, no matter how hard they went at it, how much she hurt as if his cock had cored her out, something happened. She would wake up to find the bruises on her pussy had dulled from dark blues and violets to pale yellow. The hair between her legs had grown wild. The pain dulled.

What Sue herself wanted didn't matter. Porkum wouldn't even ask her to spread her legs, he'd simply pick her up and skewer her on his cock. She would spend hours a day, bouncing up and down, hot jizz splashing against her cervix. Watching the dull parade of porn. Always blondes. Always taking dick. Nearly always finishing off with a creampie in their slutty slits. In her dreams, their moans echoed; the sight of their gooey gashes reminded Sue of her own perpetually dripping and nasty cunt.

She wasn't sure when the porn began to shift to pregnant women. The bulging bellies and swollen breasts came to dominate the stream of videos. Sometimes Porkum would take about her, as if she wasn't there. All the babies he'd pump into her. How big she'd get. What Reed would say when he saw her all big and swollen with another man's child.

Sue started to cum when he talked like that. She hated herself for that. For how thoroughly she had betrayed Reed. How low she had fallen, becoming the breeding slut of this filthy pig-man. There were times she couldn't even move, her cheek stuck into a puddle of cum, ass in the air, as Porkum stood and pumped his hips, his immense cock sliding easily in and out of her lubricated channel, and Sue's thoughts just went blank. Moments where she was little more than an animal, mind empty, just a brainless fucktoy for him to breed.

Then the day came.

The pregnancy test came back positive.

Sue Storm stared at it dully, barely able to comprehend what she felt. Excitement? Nausea? Self-disgust? A part of her wanted to stick the test in her gaping fuckhole and frig herself until she came. It wasn't like her previous pregnancies. Franklin, Valeria...she had wanted them so badly. Been so excited about it. Now she just felt...numb.

"Well, that was a fun three months," Porkum announced, as he took the test from her hands. "Time to go home."