When Porkum Cums In Sue Storm's Ass

The screen flashed, overlaid with strange pink swirls, words that went by too fast for Natasha Romanov's conscious mind to read, but which buried themselves in her subconscious. Yet the image on the screen showed a woman that the Black Widow knew well—the Invisible Woman. She was naked, her feet balanced on Porkum's knees, his hands on her arms as her hips rose and fell. Sue Storm was on the screen, impaling herself on the mutant pig-man's immense pink cock, her ass stretched wider than Natasha could imagine any asshole could stretch.

The look on the Invisible Woman's face was one of idiotic ecstasy. There was nothing of the intelligent, capable, willful superheroine, one of the most powerful superhumans in the world. It was the face of a cock-hungry slut that had achieved her life's ambition of being a mutant cock-sleeve.

Then she watched as Porkum roughly dragged the Invisible Woman onto his cock. She saw his immense nuts seem to bulge. They grew taut. Visibly throbbed...and Sue Storm screamed. Her body quivered, her pussy spasming uncontrollably, letting loose with a stream of squirt that hit the camera. And as she sat there, her abdomen began to distend slightly. The Black Widow watched in disbelief. She had seen women tortured with enemas, water pumped into their guts to make them talk, distend, and bloat in just that way.

Except it wasn't water that Porkum was pumping into her. It was cum. An impossible, inhuman amount of virile jizz.

Of course, Porkum wasn't entirely human...

His cock fell onto the Black Widow's shoulder with a wet smack. Her holes clenched around her wrists.

"Never gets old, really," he said. "Seeing one of you super-bitches break. Of course, it's usually more fun when they have powers. When they think they're safe. You, on the other hand—I read about you. You don't have any powers, not really. Super-spy type. I even read in your file that they took your uterus and ovaries out, so you can't get knocked up. That's sad. I kinda like knocking up sluts."

Black Widow couldn't look away as the image of the Invisible Woman being filled continued. Her stomach continued to distend. She calculated there had to be at least a gallon of spunk in there. The Invisible Woman almost looked pregnant.

Porkum still held Natasha's eyes open, but she could feel her conscious mind withdraw. She almost seemed to be watching herself, fisting both of her holes like some cock-obsessed slut, watching this pornography filled with subliminal imagery. It was an old, old part of her training, a psychic defense mechanism against brainwashing. A way to preserve who she was, deep down inside.

"But you know what? There are a lot of other ways we can have fun."