When Reed Richards Returns, He Finds His Wife A Broken Whore

"Uh...uh...uh..."

The blonde moaned as the cock pumped into her. There were no clocks in the stall, and she had no idea how long she had been here. Eventually, it pulled out, and a hot flow of spunk ran out of her swollen and bruised cunt lips. The next one pressed into her. Vaguely, she was aware that there was money around her. Filthy dollar bills, a few cum-splecked coins.

It was easier to think, when Porkum was gone for a while. He came back every few hours, with a bag of junk food. Sue Storm would watch him cover the greasy burgers and fries with a fresh coating of spunk. The last few drops went into the dark cola drink. The Invisible Woman would tear into the food, and taste the thick, bitter seed along with the meat.

Then Porkum would be gone. And it would just be Sue and whatever cocks came through the hole. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass...it didn't matter what they wanted. Sue's world had shrunk to the gloryhole bathroom stall. The dangling defraudium gem kept her from using her powers, but what kept her there was something more fundamental. An erosion of will, purpose, identity. Sometimes she would curl up, exhausted from a day of taking cock, naked and filthy, jizz matted in her hair, and dream of Porkum fucking her. His jizz filling her up like a balloon.

Then she would wake to some swollen shaft thrust through the hole...and like a good slut, Sue would wrap her lips around it. Or hear the angry voice on the other side that demanded pussy or ass.

"Ngh...yeah...give it to me...cum for me..." Sue Storm's tired voice was barely recognized as her own.

Sue Storm turned, still spitted on a dick, and saw a familiar blue shape stretch under the door of the stall. A face she recognized, dimly. Reed. Her husband. She met his eyes as the cock pulled out of her suddenly. Her hands clutched convulsively on the filthy money that covered the floor. She couldn't feel shame or guilt. Couldn't feel anything. Sue Storm's heart felt like a hole in her chest, and her brain was numb. Opened her mouth to say something...anything...

"My pussy's empty," she said, her voice small and hoarse. She squeezed her aching cunny, and streams of jizz ran down her thighs.

Then there was a blue blanket, which she later recognized was Reed's own body, stretched out to cover her naked, cum-splattered form. In the Baxter Building there was a bath...a woman in a nurse's uniform...Sue stared at her curiously as the woman examined her pussy and ass. Took blood samples. The dark-haired nurse was calm, clinical. Then questions. So many questions.

Sue told them about the cocks. The money. Then, finally, about Porkum.

"...severe physical and psychological trauma," Night Nurse said. "She's in the early stages of malnutrition and has lost muscle tone. Fortunately, her 'clients' appear to be clean, because there isn't any trace of sexually transmitted disease, but her vagina and anus have suffered the expected trauma from repeated use and excessive insertions, similar to those seen by some **** porn stars. I've also administered a morning-after pill, just to be safe, but the more severe damage appears to be to her psyche. She needs to be treated by a professional, like Dr. Samson."

"We've already called him," Reed Richards said. He was unshaven, and there were dark bags under his eyes. The search for his wife had been arduous, but finding her in that state... "What about the one who did this to her?"

"An unknown mutant with pig-like animal powers. There are traces of a pheromone clinging to her body that show effects similar to the Mandrill's, but the structure is distinctly different. There are also copious semen samples. She calls him 'Porkum,'" Night Nurse said. "But Mr. Richards, you need to understand the effects of what happened to your wife. Porkum wasn't just holding her prisoner there. His pheromones, the **** she suffered, have fundamentally altered your wife's neurochemistry. She may recover something of her old personality, but she will never be the wife you knew."

Reed's mouth twisted in a grimace. There was a dangerous look in his eye.

"Thank you," he said flatly. "But I'll do everything I can to get the old Sue back."