Porkum Makes Sue Storm Suck Her Own Brother

The dress was so short that if Sue Storm still had pussy hair, it would have been visible beneath the hem. The heels were high, adding to her height; the push-up bra presented her breasts to best advantage in the plunging neckline of the silvery dress. The collar about her throat was of gold, with no stones, but a small dangling phallic charm that stretched down into her cleavage.

A reminder of who her master was.

Porkum's order had been clear: the target was in the club. Find him and suck his cock. Return to where she'd left. Don't let him follow her.

It was a test of how thoroughly he had broken her.

Sue Storm would not fail.

Nuevo Attilan was an Inhuman bar. It catered to the community of those exposed and transformed by the Terrigen Mists. Even members of the royal family dropped in from time to time—there was a special bowl set aside for Lockjaw with his favorite beer—and mere humans and mutants lined up around the block for a chance to get in and dance with men and women with scales, fur, strange bioelectric auras, and more bizarre shapes and powers.

Sue did not bother with the line outside. The bouncers were focused on watching the front doors; Sue slipped in the back, invisible, thin force fields popping locks, concealing the sound of her steps, avoiding pressure plates, and laser-based sensors. When she emerged from the back, Sue coolly surveyed the room.

Half-naked bodies rhythmically moved to Attilan techno, which sounded like gamelan music on steroids, multilayered instrumentation and beats that created a solid wall of sound. Elegant blue women with three breasts drank glowing green cocktails from tall, futed glasses, as hulking centaurs in thongs that left nothing to the imagination enjoyed the attention of human groupies. Everywhere Sue looked, she saw humans and Inhumans engaging in dancing, drinks, shouted conversations.

Her target was near the back, heading for the men's restroom, weaving slightly, obviously drunk. A tall blonde man with boyish looks, in a silver-threaded suit, no tie.

She followed him in. Excitement rising as she saw him standing at the urinal. With a thought, she locked the door. She let everything except her face become visible as she approached.

The tall blonde man turned around. Younger than her. Blue eyes piercing. He stared at where her face should have been and recoiled in shock.

Sue didn't care. She dropped down into a squat as force fields pinned him against the toilet. His cock was still wet as she took it into her mouth. He strained, muscles bulging, calling on her to stop, to let him go, barking questions, commands.

She ignored him. The tangy taste in her mouth as she slurped on his prick. Blood engorged the organ, a pleasant hardness, not bad for a man of his age, but little more than a toothpick compared to Porkum's bitchbreaker.

Too late, flames burst up around him as he tried to use his powers to break free. Yet the tile and ceramic fixtures could take the heat, at least for a little while. His voice rose in pitch. Begging. Pleading.

His cock throbbed. Swelled. He gave a strangled cry as a sticky, bittersweet load pumped into the Invisible Woman's mouth.

Sue Storm let her face fade into view. There were tears in her target's eyes, quickly turning into steam. Face twisted into a look of embarrassment, shame, denial.

She smiled at her brother as she stood up and walked away.

Mission accomplished.