Porkum Calls on Doctor Doom For Aid

"I think you don't know who you're dealing with, blondie," Porkum sneered. "Right, Doomie?"

Something in the gleam of Porkum's small black eyes made Malice raise her force field and turn around. If she was shocked to see the armored figure in the green cape behind her, the cold blue eyes did not show it. The Doombot stood poised, ready for action, yet making no immediate move.

"Victor," she said. "So you're the brains of this operation?"

"I have provided Porkum with the resources for his scheme," Doom's voice came through the robot with only the tiniest delay. If Malice did not already know any better, she would say it was the man himself standing before her. Yet the true Victor von Doom would not be that foolish. "Susan."

It was neither a question nor a statement, but a probing barb. The villainess gave a thin-lipped smile.

"Malice. Your...partner's...biochemicals have unlocked me from her brain," Malice said.

"I gathered as much," Doom said levelly. "What now?"

"Now you kick her ass!" Porkum broke in. "I'm going to fuck this bitch until her pussy prolapses."

Malice and Doom ignored him.

"You wanted him to corrupt Sue Storm," she said. "I'll need a regular supply of his output. Surely we can come to an accommodation?"

"It seems our interests align," Doom agreed.

"We'll discuss the specifics," Malice said, as she floated the invisible bottle of Porkum's spunk to her lips and took a sip. "But it would be convenient if our little piggy was in his cage. You can handle that?"

"Of course," Doom said. "Let us discuss the matter upstairs."

Porkum wasn't sure what was happening until two Doombots grabbed his shoulders and physically lifted him in the air. His legs kicked fruitlessly as Malice and the main Doombot left.

The Doombots carried Porkum to his recliner, in his filth-strewn bedroom, and planted him in it. The door clanged shut. Locked with a thunk.

"Fuck me," he said, staring up at the two robots who stood above him. "What just happened?"

"You achieved part of your purpose," Doom's voice came through one of the robots. "Your ejaculate is still needed and will be harvested. Cooperate, and you will be provided with a comfortable existence. Attempt to escape, and you will be restrained and milked."

The mutant pig-man's jaw dropped.

He was a prisoner.