A Week - Until Porkum Suddenly Stops Sending More Milk

Every morning, Sue Storm woke from dreams of sexual pleasure, the lurid fantasies that faded swiftly from her mind with the rising of the sun. Every day, a fresh container of Porkum's Organic Nut Milk was there for her to drink. In her coffee. On her cereal. A warm glass at night before she slept paired well with a bonbon. The Invisible Woman could feel the protein-rich liquid doing her good. Each afternoon, when the nurse changed the bandage, the wound in her leg seemed to have healed a little more, swifter than normal. Before many days, Sue almost felt like her old self. Strong, athletic. Ready to tackle whatever the universe threw at her.

Every night, as she sank into well-deserved sleep, those strange, lusty dreams assailed Sue. Or perhaps that wasn't the right word. At first, she had been disturbed by the intensity of her erotic imagination. The strange, perverse roles that her friends and family increasingly came to play in her dreams of erotic bondage and domination, exhibitionism and voyeurism. In some, she was a queen in an invisible city, who stalked the streets with invisible dildos playing inside her pussy and ass as she watched the lovers of the city fuck. No one could hide from her sight. In others, Sue found herself bound by invisible chains, suspended above her brother's stiff prick, the head of which burned like a candle. If she relaxed, even for a moment, her snatch would descend toward that ever-burning wick. When she awoke from that dream, Sue could still smell the singed cunt-hair...and had shuddered in terrible climax.

As the days wore on, Sue's disturbance quickly became acceptance. There was even a sort of eagerness that came upon her, as she drank the last of the day's nut milk, the heavy, thick liquid pooled in her stomach, to induce lethargy. She would go to bed earlier and sleep later. A tingle of excitement accompanied her night-time preparations, where she laid a towel on the bed but wore no panties to be ruined. Naked beneath a thin sheet, the blonde closed her eyes and felt her nipples harden and pussy moisten as her brain gave vent to a last burst of activity which was the preliminary to true unconsciousness and the dreams to come.

Cum...cum...Sue had felt the ache in her muscles the morning after. A part of her had wondered if she should have H.E.R.B.I.E. film her during her sleep, for the Invisible Woman was sure that she came more than once during the night. The first few nights she had awoken in a wet spot that had soaked right down to the mattress, ravenously thristy and barely able to walk, every muscle in her crotch sore. It was still sore...her pussy almost supremely sensitive to any touch...but Sue came to welcome these langurous mornings, to bask in the afterglow.

Until, after a week of such delicious dreams, H.E.R.B.I.E. announced:

"I am sorry Mrs. Richards. Porkum's Organic Nut Milk has not arrived today."

The heroine was stung by the words. Her little protein-rich liquid treat had swiftly become such a part of her routine that the sudden absence caught her entirely off-guard.

Then she reproved herself. Of course Porkum wouldn't send her the milk for free forever, at his own expense.

"H.E.R.B.I.E., in the packaging...was there a phone number, an email, any way to contact Mr. Porkum?"

There was. In yesterday's box, a single pink card with a phone number. Sue wore only her exercise gear, a stripped-down version of her Fantastic Four costume with the arms and legs cut off for maximum mobility, and she managed to walk to the communications station without even a limp, despite the bandage still on her thigh.

In a moment she dialed the number. Heard it ring once, twice...

"Hello," the voice came from the other end of the line. Deep, bass, somewhat gruff. Sue Storm couldn't place the accent; Chicago, maybe. Each breath was heavy, as if he sucked in the air through his nostrils noisily before he spoke. "This is Porkum."

"Mr. Porkum? This is Sue Storm. I just wanted to thank you so much for your Organic Nut Milk...I can't begin to tell you how much I've been enjoying it. I really think it's been doing wonders for my health. I was just wondering how much it would cost to have a...er, two bottles delivered here, every day?"

That heavy breathing sounded from the other end of the phone.

Then Porkum named his price.

It wasn't what Sue Storm expected at all.