Sue Storm Extracts Information From Porkum

No! Sue Storm denied her own base urges. With a thought, an invisible cap covered the head of Porkum's shaft. Her blazing blue gaze met his small, dark, deepset eyes. For a moment, there was a battle of wills—and in that fierce exchange, both heroine and villain found a grudging respect for the other. Porkum had rarely met any woman who could resist his pheromones, especially once she had tasted his addictive jizz; Sue Storm saw that this was a man, not just a beast—and a man whose lurid thrills were backed by a terrible, implacable intellect.

Yet she had questions. Porkum was going to give her answers.

"Where are you from?" she asked.

The corner of Porkum's mouth beneath his snout smirked up.

"What is this, a date? You want to make small talk, get to know me?" he barked with laughter. "I'm your nightmare, you beautiful cunt. I'm the faceless guy you dream about raping you. The date who won't stop when you say 'no.' The cock you think of when you touch yourself and can't stand to imagine that limp-prick husband of yours spitting his watery seed in you again."

Porkum was spitballing, playing on Sue's nerves, and for time. She couldn't resist his pheromones forever. No bitch could. All he had to do was keep working her, and eventually she would be his new cocksleeve.

Sue Storm frowned.

"No," she said seriously. "I don't think so. I've fought creatures from the nightmare realms. You're too solid, too physical. You're trying to play me. It won't work."

Porkum's smile flickered. Either the bitch was nuts, or she had a lot more experience of weird shit than he'd credited. Either way, he had to keep her talking, keep her breathing in his musk. That pussy was wet, he knew it.

"You're crazy. Beautiful, but crazy. What I wouldn't give to squeeze those tits in my mitts—"

The ring around Porkum's cock tightened. Not much. A fraction of an inch. Enough to make the pink pig-man blanch in pain, as his cock took on an ugly purple color, parts of it already going numb. Sue knew she couldn't keep that up forever—he could suffer necrosis, blood clots. Eventually, she would have to let him go. Yet right now, she had him.

"No more games!" The Invisible Woman hissed. "Tell me where you're from now, or I'll squeeze that dick off and mount it in my trophy room!"

It was a bluff. Sue Storm didn't even have a trophy room in the Baxter Building. Yet Porkum didn't know that. All he saw was a woman in pain, aroused, and pissed as hell.