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She tried to get past the wedge of overmuscled Skrulls, but there were nearly a dozen of them blocking the door.  

It was unbelievable.  Would everyone in the damn party eventually drop by here?

Her invisible force subtly pushed a pair aside, making it seem like they pushed each other, and she slid through the gap.  Just then, a hand grabbed hers.  Large and strong, too strong.  She tried to pull her own away but could not.   

"Let go,"  she whispered, irritated, once the door and then the inner draperies had closed behind them.

"Must I remind you that you lost?  That you gave in to my kiss, in my arms?"  

"I-I know I did, but..."

"You can no longer claim to dislike my touch."

"That's not..."  Her fingers shifted futilely, caught in that firm grasp, in that touch, and she winced, thankful that her face could not be seen, and would not show how conflicted she truly felt about that statement.  "My body may have reacted, physically, to it, to you...  but that doesn't mean..."  

"It doesn't?"

She glanced nervously at the large crowd before them.  Thankfully most faced away, rapt in their respective revelries.  

"Just be more discreet.  Can you?"  She dropped the invisibility, despite her discomfort at the idea of being seen like this, holding hands.  With him.  "You are being clingy."

He laughed, yet did not release her.  

"Sue!  There you are!"

"I knew I saw your companion near this vicinity."

Reed Richards came forward through the nearest gap in the crowd, with Master Xar close behind.

"Yes, thank you, Master Xar.  I thought I had already looked here."

"It was no problem.  We'll meet later to examine the oscillation records?"

"Of course.  My wife wanted to leave early, anyway."

"Reed!"  Flustered, Sue tried to jerk her captive hand away, but unsuccessfully, while her other hand quickly sought to rearrange her loose, disheveled blond locks.  "Honey.  Hello.  You were... looking for me?"

"Yes, yes.  It just was a bit difficult to disentangle myself from Adora's demands."

Her blond eyebrows rose.  "Oh, yes.  I'm sure.  Really."

Reed glanced down at the joined hands.  "You and Ambassador Dorrek are getting along better, I see."

"We-?"  Her face warmed, her hand squirming in the firm hold.  "I wouldn't say-"

"Indeed we are."  The Skrull casually raised Sue's hand up, the broad smile flashing bright.   "She agreed to join me.  In a dance."

"Oh, really?"  Reed regarded her.  "I thought you wanted to leave the party early."

"Oh, she's getting more into it, now.  Much more."

"Ah, good to know."

"Of course, you don't mind it, do you?  I mean, I can have your wife, right?" 

"Oh, certainly."

Before the startled Sue could protest, she was pulled towards the nearest raised dance platform, where several couples were moving rythmically to a shrill melodic progression built over a heavy, cacophonous beat.

Sue fidgeted in his tow, almost as shocked by the recent exchange as by what had happened before, in the balcony.  The arrogant bastard had actually dared to ask Reed directly, to ask for her, to claim her, from her actual husband.  And now she was in his arms, before everyone.  And she was expected to... dance?  With him?  

She was taken by the waist yet again and drawn much closer.  Held firmly by a hand and the lowest part of her back, much like back at balcony, she was led in short flowing steps that turned into abrupt jerking lunges at each main crash-beat of the music, her hips forcefully tugged forward towards her partner.

She reluctantly followed his lead, baffled by the absurdity of the situation, of being made to dance in public, right before the whole crowd, right before her own husband, with the very evil, murderous Skrull who had abused her, and who was now openly pressuring her, coercing her, aggressively, into becoming intimate again.  With him.  Her and him.  

She shook her head, trying to pull away.   "I-I can't."

"It's easy.  Hold on to me and just follow."  

"Not... this.  I meant... what we agreed-"

"So did I."  

She was jerked against him much more aggressively, made to more much more suggestively, in a pace that recalled a more aggressive, more provocative version of tango.  Meanwhile, her held hand was made to slide up and down her own flank, from where the silvery dress hugged tightly her ribcage and down all the way along her fully exposed leg, as the high cut let its smooth, toned length escape forward and backward from the flowing silver skirt-part.  Again and again, in repetitive patterns.

She was surprised by how well he could dance, using just the right angles and level of pressure to nudge and pull and tug her into following his lead, to move along with him, held tightly in his arms.  But why should she?  Be surprised?  That he could take command of her body with such smooth, manly assurance?  Had he not done the same, before?  In a different kind of dance?  Was he not showcasing just that?  Flaunting it?  By having her like this, in his arms, against him, before the crowd?

He was making a statement.  Making it clear.  To everyone.  And to her.  How easily, how skillfully, he could make her do what he wanted of her.  How easily he could...  seduce her.  In every way.  

She felt the many eyes following their motions, all around them.  Staring at her.  At them.  

"Everyone is...  watching us,"  she muttered, discomforted.  Was Reed seeing this, too?  Seeing her?  In Dorrek's arms, like this?  Right before him?

"Of course.  Why shouldn't they?  How couldn't they?  "You're beautiful, wearing a most artful dress.  Your sight enriches their lives.  Even more so next to me."

"More so-?"  She glanced about.  

"Most find the coupling of our respective species an exciting fetish." 

"Fetish?"

"Statistically, Terran-type human females have the tightest cunts, while Skrull males have the largest cocks, even without shape-shifting.  As you know well."   The hand at her waist moved lower, stroking the upper curve of her firm behind while pulling her even closer with each dancing step.  "For most, it sparks imaginations.  Suggests exciting scenarios.  An exquisite Terran beauty like you being thoroughly owned by the biggest, thickest Skrull cock.  Is so fitting.  So very fitting.  Wouldn't you agree?"

Her face burned furiously.   "It's not always just about... size,"  she protested, yet all too aware of how her lower body pressed against the hardness at his groin.   "It's...  never unwelcome, but-"

"Why, was Kl'rt disappointing?  Didn't he measure up?"

"Kl'rt?  No!  No, I-I mean-I never said that-"

She was forcefully pulled in, even closer than before.  "Did he measure up to this?"

Her loins pressed hard against his and felt more than ever how hard and big he was against her, how frighteningly hard and big, as their bodies clung tightly to each other while moving, jerking roughly in unison, their dancing an upright semblance of so much more, with her chest pressed over his, bunched just under his face, which was so close to hers, as ugly as it had ever been, but the green eyes shone bright and she did not look away even as his mouth came alarmingly closer and closer with each aggressive dancing motion.

She should say it right away.  Say could not go through with it.  That even if she had lost his damned test, if she had failed to prove herself unaffected by him, failed to prove she was not excited by his touch, she still could not do what he wanted of her.  She could not and would not.

The kissing had been too much.  The dancing was too much.  Even their talking was too much.

"No,"  she began, her voice hoarse.  She could no longer follow this charade, pretend to be friendly.  Could not go on, or go further.  "I can't.  We can't-"

"You're doing fine."  Smiling, the alien mouth moved closer to hers.  "We're doing...  fine."

She felt short of breath, and her eyes grew wide.  Surely he wouldn't.  Couldn't.  Not here.  Not before everyone.  Not before Reed.  

She tried to back away but could not.  And then the coarsely corrugated green lips grazed her own.

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The loud commotion helped him locate the balcony, and he landed on it, his flame lighting it brightly.

"HEY!  What's going on down here?  Stop!"  A tongue of flame rose from his fist, threateningly.  "That's my buddy there!"

The Skrulls did not back away, but glared at him sullenly   "You, human.  No weapons.  No powers."

"What's that?"

"We are at peace.  We have orders.  No weapons.  No deaths.  Only fists."

Johnny frowned.  Those were a shitload of Skrull, all built like line-backers.  But he had been taking lessons with Danny Rand.  

"What the hell."  He flamed off.  "At last we're getting some action tonight."

From the general reaction he was reminded that his black tie suit had not been made of unstable molecules.

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"NO."  

Invisible force expanded between them, forcing her alien dance-partner to release her and stumble back against the couple just behind.  

"I said I can't."  Her mouth trembled.  "Can't do this.  This charade.  As if we were... friendly.  Much less...  Even if I...  if I said I would, I can't.  I just... can't."

The green eyes sparkled under the flickering lights.  "So you will you go back on your word?"

She moved farther away, breathing deeply.  "I agreed to the test.  Just that."

"And you lost."

"Yes, I did.  I won't argue that.  I did... respond.  To what happened.  Maybe a part of me...  always would, always did.  You can read whatever you want into that.  But you're not the only one who has done that to me.  Not... anymore.  And it doesn't really matter.  I'm married and I love my husband, Dorrek.  And I will not willingly cheat on him.  No matter what."

She thrust the holo disk against the narrow alien chest before her.  "Here.  Take it.  Do whatever you want.  Make it public.  But I won't become your whore."

She strode off the dance platform, while the voices in the crowd rose behind her.

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"You're all red-faced, dear.  That must have been some dancing."

She embraced his arm, trembling, looking for solace, refuge.  "It... was.  You didn't...  see-?"  

"Uh?  Should I have-?"

"No.  No.  Let's leave, Reed.  Now.  Right away."

"I thought-"

"Please.  NOW."

"Sure, dear."

Just as they began to walk away, her right arm was suddenly seized and Dorrek's face leaned close to her side, just as she held onto Reed on her left, being framed between the two of them.  

"I'd have kept this, but maybe you should."  The words were softly whispered in her ear as a small, soft bundle was pressed into her hand, before she could protest.  Then she was released and it was just she and Reed again.

She paled, and brought her hand down, low against her side, holding away from sight her crumpled, damp panties.

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"Are you sure you don't mind?  Master Xar said that these readings opened up whole new-"

Sue did not look away from the view through the floor-to-ceiling windows.   "Sure, Reed.  Go.  I-I could use some time... alone."

"Thank you, dear."  He kissed her cheek from behind.

"Keep away from Adora,"  she muttered, half-heartedly, watching him leave for his preferred idea of night-time revels.

She kicked off her shoes and went to her room.  After a moment of closed-eyed silence, in a sudden flare of temper, she threw her still-wet panties to the floor.  

To her surprise, a couple of thumbnail-sized metal disks were revealed inside the folded, stained cloth.

It was the holo chip, she realized.  Again.  And the other looked just a personalized ID chip much like the one that opened her guest quarters here.

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The outer, ceremonial robes were cast aside carelessly, on the floor, to a side of the plush recreation-platform centered in the luxurious bedchambers.

The smile spread wide across Dorrek's face as she walked in, already naked.

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Two massively-built Skrull warrior stood guard before the outer doors.  Other four were placed strategically farther along each stretch of the private access corridor.  All had extensive bruises on their face and knuckles.  Mostly the former.

The doors suddenly opened wide.

"What the fuck-?"  Multiple curses in gutter Skrullian rose up.  Heavy weaponry was unholstered and the guards deployed into the foyer.  After a lengthy examination, they returned to their position outside, puzzled.  No alarms had been activated at any time.

"Bl'kd, shouldn't we report-?"

"We have orders.  Not be disturbed unless confirmed extreme threat."  He slapped angrily the control pad to shut the door again.  "Shitty Xandarian systems.  Can't wait to get back home."

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Cries rose high and loud, filling the large room, followed by groans and moans and more cries at ever more urgnet paces.  

The enormous phallus pushed forward, forcing tender flesh to yield before its massive girth, quickly reaching bottom with the power of its thrust, to then withdraw and repeat its motion back and forth with relentless fury, in and out of the drenched depths, the swollen pink trim of the entrance proving shy witness to the repeated rushing passage of the monstrous invader.

How could she take all that?  All of that?  So deep?  So hard?  

It did not seem even physically possible.

Fists clenched handfuls of the silken bedsheets, trembling, spasming violently, and finally unclenched in slow, gradual collapse into weak, quivering lassitude.

The phallus took a daunting long time to pull out, dripping plentiful fluids with its retreat.  

A hand reached for a nearby placed dispenser of clear, viscous fluid, and Susan Storm opened her eyes wide.  Surely he would not try that.  He could not.  He would tear her apart.

After a lengthy squirt and careful application of fluid, the bulbous huge head pressed against the puckered anal entrance, firmly forcing its way in.

A low, deep groan rose, like the desperate grumble of an injured animal, the first of many, many more.

No wonder, she thought, horrified.  He must be splitting her in two.

The thrusts began deliberately slow, but quickly built up its cadence, until it was a savage, brutal pumping that shook all of her body.  Soon the tautly contracted buttocks and spread thighs began to tremble violently, and hoarse cries rose higher than ever, as the raised perky rear was completely pounded down against the thick  bedding.  It took a long while for the cries and moans to fade into hoarse gasps, and the huge green penis finally exited the ravaged orifice, glistening with fluid, while her body lay limp, face down, and her eyes remained closed, the blue make-up running dark down her face with the sweat and tears, her loose straight brown head a sweaty mess spread around her head.

The scrawny, knobby-jointed, naked green Skrull body looked even more grotesque over the limp form of the unconscious Suzerain of Xandar, the oversized phallus still throbbing from its recent use of both her contiguous openings.  Still breathing heavily with the recent exertions, the green, dark-visaged face turned around, towards the open door to the bedchambers, where Susan Storm stood, invisible.

"So, did you enjoy watching?"

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"Can we see go over the data now?"

"Why, of course, but it's quite late, Great Mind Richards.  Will your companion not protest?"

"Oh, she doesn't mind if I keep odd hours."

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"Let her rest here.  It was hard for her, as you saw."  The odious grin spread wider.  "Come, follow me."  

At the luxurious lounge with all-white-decor, golden liquid was decanted into a cut-crystal wineglass.  "Will you have some?"

There was no reply, and the bony shoulders shrugged.

"The security system told me when the access chip I gave you was used."  The emptied wineglass was placed back at the beverage station.  "I was just too busy to welcome you at the moment, as you noticed.  But I'm pleased to accepted my...  invitation."

"I haven't accepted anything."   Her voice contrasted with the deep Skrull one.  "I'm just here to return these to you."  

The holo and ID chips appeared next to the wineglass.  

"But you don't have to."

"I'm not keeping anything of yours.  You're not going to pressure me into anything.  Now I'm done, and I'm going."

"What about the dress?  Are you wearing it now?"  There was a long moment of tense silence.  "You said you weren't keeping anything of mine."

A thin layer of cloth began to appear in mid-air, becoming visible just as it was peeled off the body it tightly hugged.  More of the silvery fabric came into view as it slid down snugly Susan Storm's invisible body,  pulled, gathered, and shrugged off, briefly defining the contours underneath in its path, the shape of the jutting breats with their pointed nipples, the trim midsection, and shapely hips, until it was finally left in a shimmery heap on the floor.  

"There."  The dress was kicked over by an invisible foot.  " Took it off myself, too, as you said it had to be.  Satisfied?"

"Had to be?"

"What you said.  That clothes must be torn off men but a woman must be made to undress herself."

"Yes?  Ah, of course."  With a shrug, the Skrull sidestepped around the bundle of silvery cloth.  "A pity.  Your body deserved such a piece.  The best pieces, really."   The thick, still-erect green phallus pointed at the area from where her voice came.  

"Not everyone gets what they deserve.  Even those who most should.  Keep your holos and do your worst, Dorrek.  I'll just face it."

"Really?  Yet you don't even dare face me, here.  You hide behind your invisibility."

"I'm not hiding."  There was another pause.  "I'm not becoming visible, either.  I won't-"

"Be naked before me?  Yet am I.  Naked before you."  The thick member oscillated heavily with each step taken towards her voice.  "Is that fair?"  

"I'd rather you covered yourself, actually.  There's no need for us to ever see anything of each other, ever again-"

"Please, aren't you watching me carefully just now?  All of me?  Taking your time, too?  That's why you haven't left yet.  Because you don't want to leave."

"Don't be ridiculous.  I just-"

"Just as you took your time watching me fuck that hot Xandadrian minx.  A luscious morsel.  Almost as delicious as you are. Tell me, did you touch yourself?  Did you finger your wet cunt while watching us?"

"NO!"  A bar stool was roughly thrown aside by an unseen hand, crashing noisily to the floor.   "I DID NOT!"

"Oh, don't be angry.  She was just a quick diversion.  A warm-up, while I waited for you.  There's no need to be jealous."

"JEALOUS?  I'M NOT-!  Alright.  That's it.  I'm out of here."  Another stool was pushed away.  "And you can't stop me, no matter what you say or do-"

"Really?"  

At a tap on a control pad, the holo disk left at the beverage station was activated.

"Maybe you'd want to see this."

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"But the implications of these are beyond my ability to understand."

"I have to test and confirm, but if the results support the model, this may clear many standing issues with the prediction of higher-dimensional topology."

He could not wait to show Susan this.

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Sue's eyes opened wide.

"Reed-?  Where was-?  But... that's not me!  I know I wasn't there.  What's that about?  Who-?  Oh, fuck.  No...  No!  That's my husband!  That's...   No!  NO!"  

A moment of stunned silence followed, before she could finally speak up again.

"Why-Why is she-?  Oh, gross.  What-?  Really?"

She was shocked and disgusted.  Reed was almost wholy unconscious.  He was basically being raped.  

But she still could not look away.

Poor Reed.  She thought she had been the only one who had been abused there.  Her heart ached for him.  Even as she bristled at what she was seeing.  

Why was he so big down there?  So huge?  Was it like that for everyone but her?  What did that mean?  

To her relief, it seemed to be over quickly, but then the images just changed.

"Wait...  Ben?  What-?"

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Benjamin Grimm walked away from Alicia's apartment building.  A nice dinner at a discreet Italian place and then an open-air concert with his lady.  Didn't get much better than that.  He was glad he had skipped that stuffy event at Xandar.  They had probably all been bored to death there with speeches and whatnot.

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She had no idea.  No idea.  About Ben.  About...

Of course it wasn't her.  Ben must have figured it out, too, at some point.  Certainly had enough time to do it.  But still she felt perturbed, embarrassed, for both.  Even if she had nothing to do with it.  But it was still about her, wasn't it?  

How had Ben dealt with it?  With seeing her, after...  How could she now look at him and not think that...  Think about...

She shook her head.  This was going to make everything so uncomfortable, back at home.  How much worse could it now get?

"Wait, what...  Oh, my God... JOHNNY?"

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Johnny Storm groaned, sitting up, trying to clear his head.  He hurt everywhere.  Everywhere.

Rich was huddled by a corner.

"Hey, why are we both naked?"

"Shut up.  Just shut up."

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"Oh, no...  No.  NO!"

She covered her mouth.  Her eyes grew wider and wider.

Johnny?  Her baby brother?  How could he?  

And come on!  Her breasts were already more than big enough.  Why would he...?

What was wrong with him?  How MUCH was wrong with him?

Now she had to kill him.  She had to.  

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"Damn!  They locked the balcony doors, too?  Now how do we-?   Hey, don't look at me like that.  Really.  Hey, it's cold here."

"It's your fucking fault."

"What?"

"All this!  Why did you lose the fucking message?  Why didn't you even... try?"

"Hey!  You had no idea of how I was being distracted at that time!  No fucking idea!"

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The holo shut off.  Her mouth was dry, her body tense.  

How could this have happened to them?  She could have never imagined anything like that.

How would this affect them?  If everything was to come out, openly?   If they all to face it?  How would it affect their relationships?  How they regarded each other?  

It could change everything.  In many ways, it may already had.  But to add public exposure?  Public judgement?  

For all of them?  

It had changed everything.

"Was... all that... there?  All along?"

"Yes.  It was only fair to give all of it to you.  All of it."  

She was startled by the stiff Skrull phallus brushing against the back of her leg, and instantly stepped away, nervously.  How had he come to stand right behind her?  Had she been that distracted, watching the recordings?  Her voice, and her gasps of surprise and disbelief must have given away where she was.  "Fair?"

"Don't you feel you had to know?"

She grimaced.  "No.  Some things... it's better not to.  It's better that... nobody knows."  

How Ben...  And Johnny...  And even Reed...

She let out a long exhalation, in a mixture of both resolve and bitter defeat.  

"Nobody."

It was no longer just about her, about her pride, or reputation, or self-regard.  It wasn't.

Her contours began to appear out of thin air, filling with the texture and color of her flesh and hair, from her head and feet and filling out progressively from each direction, revealing the complete volumetry of her unclothed body in all its detail, until she finally stood fully visible before the Skrull's hungry eyes, her fair-skinned body as fully nude as the shorter, far less-symetrical green one facing her.

"This is what you wanted,"  she said.  It was not a question.

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"Don't worry.  I just need to rest a bit before I can get it on again."

"WHAT?"

"Jeez!  My flame!  Flame on and all that.  Are you touchy or what?"

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"Once."

"A whole night."

She winced.  A whole night?  With him?  Under him?  How many times could he...?

She breathed deeply.  

She could do it.  She had taken Kl'rt.  She had taken Terrax.  Surely she could take this short, pathetic lout.  Even if...

"Fine.  One night.  This night.  For you to have me.  Until the break of dawn.  There is dawn here, right?"  

The Skrull nodded and stepped forward, making Susan step back by reflex, as if pushed backward by the pressure of the misshapen green figure approaching, a dark-green stain of ugliness in the enormous, white-decor rooms.  

"My body.  That's what you'll have.  Just that.  Just my body."

"Your body will be more than good enough.  Anything else... is up to you."

"There won't be anything else."  She stepped back again, covering her jostling breasts with one arm, pointless as it was, like trying to keep as much distance between them for as long as possible.  "Ever."

"We shall see."  

Standing before the much taller, buxom blonde, the short, thin-limbed Skrull reached for the arm she held before her creamy chest.

She tried to step back again, but was halted by the surface of the floor-to-ceiling, wall-wide window that framed the lighted cityscape behind her.  She shivered at the contact, although the material was not cold.  And neither was she.  Her body felt hot, feverish, raised to a boil in a crucible of troubling impulses.  

Held by the wrist, her hand was pulled down to her side, exposing again her chest, and as the green face leaned towards hers panic threated to overtake her.  She felt the urge to become invisible again, to raise her force-field, anything to shield herself, to somehow protect herself.  From him.  From what was about to happen.  Between them.  Her and him.  Her and Dorrek.  

Why was she so physically unnerved by this sorry-looking dwarvish creature?  

His mouth nearly brushed hers but she twisted her face to a side, away from his. 

"Don't.  No more kissing.  We had enough of that already."

"We had?"  

She nodded.  She knew she had.  

"You wanted to fuck me?  Just do it.  Just get it over with."

"Oh, I will.  Soon enough."  Strong bony fingers seized her chin, making her face forward, the green thumb brushing her open pink lips.  "Let's take the time to fully enjoy ourselves."

She fidgeted, the soft surface of her lips yielding under the thumb's touch.  "There's no need for this...  foreplay."

"But you need it, to be ready."

"I am.  Ready."

"Are you?"  The hand left her mouth to caress her cheek and then move down her throat and over her chest, following the high curve of her full breast, a fingertip locating the hard, compact nub of a nipple, stiff to the touch.  "Ready enough?"

She frowned as the finger nudged and rotated her very obviously erect nipple.  "What do you care?"

"If you're not.  It will hurt."  He twisted the hard nub.  "A lot.  Really hurt.  You know that."

She nodded, wincing.  Even while staring firmly into the deep-set Skrull eyes, she remained fully aware of the huge phallic mass dangling between them, aware of its monstrous size, its massive inhuman threat.  "I'd... rather it did."  

The hand left her out-thrust chest to move down her taut midsection.  "You do? How daring."

"I'm not the same person I was, Dorrek, last time you saw me.  I have already...  experienced more than you can think."

A her mound, fingers traced the contours of her pubis teasingly.  "I can think of a lot."  

She tightened her mouth.  "I had a lot.  Quite a lot."

"As much as this?"  Seized by the wrist, her hand was pulled to the massive rod of hard flesh.  "All of this?"  

She stiffened at the contact with the huge alien phallus, her hand forcefully kept in place, fingers pressed on its rugged, veiny skin, and made to slide downward from the base, along the hard cylindrical shaft.  It was a long, long way down.  

"I...  Yes.  As much."  

Yet there was hesitation in her voice, as in her hand, that trembled over the daunting erect length, her fingers spreading out uneasily over its inhuman girth, while the alien fingers playfully explored her moist outer folds.  

"Or...  almost," she added reluctantly.  How could he be so big?  

"Almost is not the same."  

At that, the wandering Skrull fingers eased their way past her outer folds to thrust forcefully up into her sex.

She breathed in sharply at the intrusion, but did not look away from the fixed green stare, or halt her hand's motion over the hard phallus, even as the knobby Skrull fingers slid in and out of her depths with obvious fluid ease.

"Well, maybe you are... ready enough."  

Her face grew much warmer, as did her lower body.  There was no denying that the invading digits found her to be wet, very wet, as wet as she had ever been, with Kl'rt or anyone else.  

"You bastard."  Her eyes were wet, too, with anger and frustration and shame, matching the demanding green stare, and her hand closed around his shaft angrily, fingers barely wrapping halfway around it.  "You think that you can fuck anyone you want just because you have a huge cock?  A huge fat hard cock?  You think it's that easy?"   

The broad mouth spread mockingly.  "It isn't?"

She leaned forward, her hand squeezing furiosuly his thick hardness.  "You really think that just because you have such a great big hard cock and it can get me so wet, then you can just fuck me and make me to love it?  Make me love being your latest fuck?  Just like that?  You think I'm that... easy?"

The green eyes glinted, close, very close to hers.  "Are you?"  

Their mouths came together with frenzied intensity, her previous reticence forgotten, their tongues and lips and teeth working feverishly even as their hands kept working on each other with furious intensity.  The fingers impaled her all the way to the bony knuckles and she pushed hard, eagerly, against them, so wet that she dripped all around them.

And why shouldn't she?  Be wet?  Drenched wet with nerve-inflaming excitement?  Just because he was an hateful alien enemy and she should not be excited by someone like him?  Not as much as she was?  

Why shouldn't she?  

Hadn't this huge-dicked evil alien fiend been working to seduce her for hours now, pressuring and teasing and fondling and man-handling her aggressively all night?  Readying her?  For him?  Just as he had done each time before?  

Hadn't she grown wet while watching Dorrek's giant cock fuck Adora senseless?  Or while watching those recordings?  Of Dorrek working on her, while she was chained and helpless?  Of her double being fucked by her husband with that heart-breaking big cock, the kind Sue wished he'd use on her yet he would not?  And by Ben, with that even more surprisingly huge, rock-like orange cock?  Even by Johnny, her own brother, fucking her nearly identical image while calling out her name...?

How could she not be wet? 

Hadn't much of her anger at Dorrek been at his actually being right?  On how she had felt at just facing him again, even before he had actually touched her, there, at the party, or at the balcony, or later at the dance floor.  Felt...  excited.  Aroused.  Actually turned on by an evil hideous alien enemy who wanted to fuck her with his giant cock, his giant alien monster cock.  

Their kiss rose in frenzied intensity, her voluptuous body whrithing passionately against the gangly green frame.

Could she say it had not been the same before?  When she had been helpless under his power, back in the Skrull world?  Maybe even when forced to just be near him?  Maybe each single time they had faced each other?  Ever since she had been first forced to strip for him and he had first flaunted his monstrous cock before her?  Hadn't see grown wet at just seeing that?

Or was it more than just that shockingly oversized cock?  

Was it how dominating and confident he was, from the very start?  How brashly self-assured of his power over her?  And much as it angered her, maybe rightly so?  Was it how dangerous he had undeniably proved to be?  In every way?  As great a threat to her as any of her other, more physically powerful recent ravishers?  Maybe even a greater one?  Was she not still in his power, even now?  Hadn't he proved again capable of forcing her to submit to him?  To surrender into his arms, like this?  Was that which made him feel so intensely...  virile?  So overpoweringly masculine, despite his disgusting alien ugliness?  Or maybe, also because of it?  Did knowing how dangerous and wrong he was for her just make her feel more drawn to him? Physically?  Sexually?  Just as much as she had been with Kl'rt, at the end, or maybe even more?  

Could it be a Skrull thing?  Could she really have a thing for...  Skrull things?  

Maybe she was not that different from her brother, after all.  

Maybe she was that easy.  

The fingers exited her sloppy depths, and she gasped amidst the frantic tongue-wrestling.  She was then pushed harder against the window behind her, reluctantly relinquishin her hold on the thick member, to instead have it press firmly against her lower body, her mound, while she rose onto tip-toes, straddling its massive thickness as it rubbed against her, so big and thick and hard and big. 

"You monster,"  she gasped, grinding forcefully against the giant member's astonishing length, coating so much of it with her gushing wetness.  Yet she knew no amount of foreplay could really ready anyone for that, all that.  "You're going to split me apart with this cock.  You know you are."  

The alien smile flashed.  "We both do.  And you can't wait for it."

Biting her lip, she nodded.

She was suddenly pulled back and slammed again against the window behind her, then roughly forced to turn around, to face the transparent surface.  Her hands were forced up high over the  window, while her legs were tugged back and spread apart.  She trembled then, realizing what would happen.

The breath was hot against her ear.  "Bind yourself."

She frowned, baffled.  "What?"

"Use your power.  Bind yourself.  Hands and feet.  As you were, back then."

Too short of breath to speak, she nodded, understanding.    

Summoning her invisible force, she created solid constructs around her wrists and ankles that linked to the columns at the far corners of the lounge.

"Further apart."

She nodded again and winced as her own constructs tugged her limbs, stretching her to full extension, her forehead and chest against the window before her, while her rear was thrust back and up, expectantly, her back arched to better present her rounded buttocks, not knowing whether to feel frightened or thrilled by the fallback to their previous time together and the state of helplessness it had exploited.  She was even barefoot, as she had been then, having decided for the sake of stealthiness against wearing again her silver high heels, thankfully, as they would have made her stance far more unstable.  

The massive piece of Skrull meat then dropped heavily over her callipygian rear.  It began to rock back and forth, its thickness sliding along that cleft between her tense, round buttocks, brushing against her lower back.  After a few strokes it shifted underneath her, making her squirm as it pressed up against her sex, the swollen head sliding well past her mound and right under her midsection, like a giant cannon protruding from a gunnery emplacement, so hot and hard and big she whimpered with need, while she could watch herself and all of them partially reflected in the window before her, just like in that first time, their first time together, when she could see both of them together, reflected in the mirrors of his rooms, when he had been Emperor of the Skrulls and she his helpless captive, sacrificing herself to his lust, yielding reluctantly to his power over her, knowing he would be the first to finally take from her by force what many others had certainly wanted, but few had ever even came close to, becoming the first to finally take her, to force himself onto her, to rape her.  

Kl'rt may have been the first to ultimately rape her in full, making her enjoy it, too, impossible as the idea could seem,  but Dorrek was the first to not just make her think she would be raped, or get her ready to be raped, but to even worse, make at least part of her really desire to be raped.  

And now it would finally happen, between them.  All the way.  As she had feared it would.  As she had longed it had.

When that frightening monster of a cock finally drew back and moved to position itself against her lips, making her gasp at the oversized pressure from behind, she was more than ready to yield submissively, she was trembling in desperation for it.  

The Skrull cock slowly pushed forward and she whimpered a faint supplication.

"Do it.  Take me.  Fuck me!  Please!"

Then, with a single forceful push, she was drastically reacquainted with the full magnitude of his size, of his shocking girth, in a way mere visual perception or external contact could not achieve, and could only be delivered by the stark, physical, tangible reality of full penetration, the massive tangible reality that now slowly stretched her with inch after inch of painful impalement as the giant Skrull cock began to slide deeper and deeper into her.

She had known it would hurt.  At a point, in her initial resistance and defiance, she had been counting on it.  To hurt, as much as she thought it would, as much as she remembered it had, or even more, so perhaps she could at least prove him wrong in that, beat the damn bastard in that, so she would not enjoy it as much as she feared she could, as much as she was more and more certain she would.  And soon she knew here was no way she could avoid enjoying it, not matter how it hurt, maybe even more so because of how much knew it would.  

In that instant of slow, relentless penetration, she got all that she wished and feared and more, much more.  

Unlike their first time, unlike that past instance she had so much wanted to forget and deny before, the Skrull cock just kept driving forward, deeper and deeper, past the point it had reached that time before, and delivering everything she had narrowly missed before and more, reaching depth she had hardly dared to imagine ever being explored before, or believed possible, in a slow, relentless push that felt like a virtual eternity of sheer mind-blowing and body-oblitterating agony and pleasure, until the massive head finally reached all the way under her cervix, brushing past its too-sensitive entrance and bottoming just underneath, making her shudder with violent intensity, her sex seizing, completely over-stuffed of that excess of hard, hot green alien cock.

She let out a gasp that shifted into a high cry and exploded into a loud, long scream, followed by many other shorter cries and gasps, accompanying violent shudders that racked her body, and she knew not whether she managed to stay upright because of unknown reserves of strength or from the extreme tension on her body because her mind anchored desperately on her force-field bindings, stretching her and holding her tightly in place during that final instant of her complete penetration and the sensory conflagration it unleashed in her.

When her physical and vocal pyrotechnics slowly subsided, the huge invading phallus, which had remained still, lodged deep inside her, drew back, pulling half its length from the taut sleeve of her sex, making her gaspe weakly at the renewed stimulation of her over-worked nerves.  

"Did you come?  Just now?"

Tremors still ran through her body and she could not reply, her breathing a ragged effort, her blue eyes shinning wet, struggling to focus, much like her mind, seizing on the force-field shapes for support, both mentally and physically, one thing aiding the other.

With a single, brutal thrust the thick dark green rod buried again all the way into Sue's soft, delicate pink flesh, making her yelp and moan.  

"Did you come?"

She could only glance up at him in shock and confusion, gasping for breath.  

Was there even need to ask?  

The huge member again withdrew halfway out to then drive forward in another forceful thrust.

"Did you come?  From just feeling my cock all the way inside you?"

Sue could just nod weakly.

Once again it pulled back and then pushed forward, making her cry weakly.  

"Say it.  Say that you came."

"I-I did," she gasped faintly.

"Say it, say that you came."  Another forceful thrust underscored the demand.  "Came with my big, thick Skrull cock."

"Please... don't-"

A new, harder thrust cut her words short.

"SAY IT."

"Yes.  I-I came.  I did.  Oh, my...  I came...  I came so hard... so..."

The next thrust was the most violent yet, making her arch her back and flail weakly about her.  

"SAY ALL OF IT!"

"I came-I CAME!  I came with you big, thick Skrull cock!  I DID!"

"Good."

Only then did her alien ravisher began to really fuck her in earnest.

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Reed Richards quickly ran the figures again.  The results matched those of the previous run.

It was beyond exciting.  This could open complete new possibilities to consider.  

He would have to do further tests.  Right now.  

Sue would surely understand.

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Sue's loose blond locks were grabbed roughly and pulled back, just as she was pierced from behind, much faster and fluidly but not any less painfully than before.  

More likely, it hurt even more.  

The furious barrages of thrusts kept a steady two-shallow-one-deep pace, and with her head pressed hard against the window, oblivious to the vast night-lit capitol city extending before her, she struggled for breath and balance and strength, both physical and mental, feeling every single vein and bump and corrugation of the massive phallus with uncanny detail, as it plumbed her depths, and her sweat and vaginal fluids streamed and mingled and dripped down her legs.  

She felt like crying in conflicting pain and joy and regret and relief.  After all her past resistance, all her previous denial and struggles, she was finally being fully possessed by him, by Dorrek, the evil, ugly alien who had threatened and tortured and teased her like no one ever had before and had forced her to first face things about her own self she had never suspected could exist or could ever become true, pushing her into a dark path of self-discovery whose destination she could still not fathom, to her shame and regret and reluctant pleasure.  Thus it was perhaps fitting that she had come back to him, to finish what had been started, to finally, briefly as it may be, become in full this evil, ugly alien's sexual contest, his mate, his sex slave, his fuck-toy, as he had first meant her to be, and as a twisted part of herself had also felt she should be and wished she would be. 

Because she had.  She could now admit it.  Just as much as she had been relieved, gladdened, of being spared the horrible prospect of being owned sexually by this evil alien foe, she had also known it had been too late already, she had already experienced too much, of it, of him, and could not help but feel a secret, lingering disappointement at not having been as thoroughly fucked by this hateful monster as she could have been, as a deep part of her wished she had been, knew she should have been.

As she now was.  To her utter shame and delight.

A knobby finger then forced its way deep into her anus without any relapse in her vaginal pounding and she felt her lower sensitivity increase exponentially, making her cry out and moaned loudly from the dual stimulation.  She did not know how she kept herself standing, enduring the brutal ravishment, keeping herself bound firmly by the invisible force-fields, her mind holding onto that notion of strength just as her body did to the endurance of the savage pain and pleasure she was experiencing.

"Oh, Dorrek!"

She was just about to climax again, breathlessly muttering his name, again and again, so near to a new orgasmic explosion she could cry, when the thick alien member suddenly slid wetly all the way out of her, making her whimper in pain and bafflement.  

She struggled to remain in position, and stiffened when she felt the new intent.  From a small flask she had not noticed near them, her ravisher dripped a copious stream of oily liquid between her buttocks, using the previously probing finger to apply it to the inside of her trembling anal entrance.

"No, wait,"  she gasped weakly.  "Please...  Not that...   Not there...  You're too big...  Far too big to-"

Before she could protest further, she felt it, impossibly thick and hard, forcing its way, pushing into her, cruelly stretching her shy rear sphincter to conquering her tight anus, until she could feel her assailant's bony hips bump hard against the firm cushion of her butt-cheeks.  

Her eyes widened and her voice went from a high squeal to a choked gasp to a low moan and finally back again to a loud cry.  And there, with her recent proximity to her point of no return, with the excruciating pain of her sodomization, Susan Storm climaxed again, loudly, violently, her ass full of her Skrull ravisher's giant phallus.

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"For fuck's sake, Rich, stop whining like a little bitch!  So we got our asses handed to us?  Big deal.  We'll get them at back another day."

"Shut up.  Just shut up."

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This time it was too much.  Far too much.  

She struggled to remain standing, but her mind lost it.  Lost focus.  Lost control.  Of her invisible force.  Of her muscles.  Of all her body.  Her legs were about to give from the intensity of her pleasure, and for a moment, it was almost like the massive rod impaling her from the rear was the only thing that  kept her upright, preventing her from collapsing limply to the floor.  As if to confirm this, the long, thick shaft exited her abruptly and she instantly  dropped weakly to her knees, her hands and forehead sliding down the surface of the windows before, too weak to find purchase or even seek any.  

Dazed, after a moment of just catching her breath, she looked back up and behind, towards her Skrull mate, and was rewarded by a forceful smack of the heavy, residue-covered green phallus against her startled face, the same phallus that had just probed the extreme depths of her rectum.  It swung again and again, slapping against her cheeks and chin and mouth repeatedly, before finally hanging stiffly before her face, a looming, grotesquely oversized presence coated in her own fluids.

"Clean me."

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"This may take a considerable while longer and it is quite late already, Professor Richards.  Should I order you some refreshments?  A repast?"

"No, thank you, Master Xar.  I'm fine."  

He paused briefly between the reviewing of multiple tables of data.  Remembering their abridged stay at the night's event, he wondered if Susan had a chance to eat something.  

He shrugged.  Surely she would have seen about catching a bite if she so wanted.

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The dark-green shaft dangled heavily before her face, its hard alien meat rubbing over her open, soft lips, its length reaching all the way down to the top of her breasts, where the swollen head with its furrowed texture brushed near her nipples.  

"You know you want to."

Hesitantly, her tongue reached for it, quivering slightly just before it made contact with its surface, sticky wet from lubricant and her own secretions.  

"Yes, like that.  Yes."

She licked tentatively down its length, following the path of a thick, raised vein, and back up, exploring the contours of the cylindrical mass, the roughly ` corrugated edge of its alien glans, and the moist deep cleft at its top.  

Was the taste his, or hers?  She did not think he had even ejeculated yet, yet the taste was so strong and deep, recalling for her Kl'rt's flavor, intoxicating in a way much unlike human smegma or pre-ejaculate.

Her lips quickly joined in, briefly wrapping around some of the curved head and applying suction, pulling away then returning, again and again to take more of it each time, until she was eagerly taking a complete mouthfull of Skrull cock, nearly choking on its girth, even if barely taking in a fraction of its size.

She opened her mouth as wide as possible to swallow as much as she could of the huge alien cock, to taste, and relish, and treasure.  A cock so big and thick and literaly mouth-watering she felt like she could rush again towards orgasm just by sucking and licking and kissing its imposing mass, absurd as that sounded.  The kind of cock like she wished her husband could provide for her, yet he could not or would not.

In her mind, she begged Reed for forgiveness, while her hands and mouth worked the monstrous phallus with unabashed delight, condecing that Skrulls had indeed the edge on huge cocks that a girl just could not resist, not once she had already known their touch and size and taste.  

She wondered how long it would take for her to be able to taste his semen, and for an instant, could not help but recall with painful regret how her last moment of relishing Kl'rt's flavor had been rudely and cruelly interrupted.  

"Oh, that is tasty, isn't it?"

Surprised by the unexpected voice, Sue drew back, relinquishing the Skrull cock from her mouth with a gasp, letting spittle fly all about.

Leaning casually on the frame of the door to the bedchambers stood the Suzerain of Xandar, naked and smiling coyly.

"There's no cock like a Skrull cock, and no Skrull cock like that one, if you ask me."

Sue blushed at the parallel with her own thoughts.  "I-I can explain-"

"Oh please."  Adora moved towards them, licking her lips.  "Just look at that luscious giant Skrull cock.  What more explanation is needed?"

She knelt by Sue's side and her mouth opened to lick hungrily at the green shaft in Sue's hands, her tongue running all the way up the long shaft until reaching its base and the bony hips, before moving down to playfully lick the heavy hanging scrotum.

"Such an awesome cock.  So utterly delicious."

Her mouth then moved to join Sue's.

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"The Suzerain said she would try to convince you to relocate here-"

"Oh, that would be convenient at this point, certainly, now that we have to work all this out.  But I needed to decline, however.  I fear she and my wife do not get along that well."

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Not long before, Sue would have been surprised, startled, at being unexpectedly kissed like this by the very conniving hussy who had so shamelessly put the moves on Sue's very own husband, but she had just opened her legs and mouth for an alien enemy's monster cock.  She was far more ready to things in stride, now.

And the hussy could really kiss, too.  Almost as well as Dorrek.  She had to recognize that as well.  And her mouth tasted both of her natural sweet flavor and the pungent musk of Dorrek's cock and balls.

She had not shared a girl-girl kiss this intense since Tigra.

It was a while before their attention returned to the hard cock in their hands.

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They shared the licking and sucking and fondling of the oversized green phallus with a clear mutual competitiveness, seeking to out-do the other in the effort and daring each displayed, in an only partialy-playful challenge of skill and devotion as their lips and tongues worked all about its perimeter, meeting repeatedly while running from the bulbous corrugated head to the heavy scrotum, leaving the dark-green, heavily-veined shaft glistening with their mixed saliva.  

Opening her mouth as wide as it would go, Sue risked taking the huge bulging head into her mouth, her lips wrapping snuggly behind the corrugated lip of the swollen glans, fighting back her gag reflex as she nearly choked on the excessive mouthful of Skrull cock.  

Adora's brows rose in reluctant respect, before she slid sideways towards Susan's rear, to bite one round butt-cheek and slide her hands up the smooth, fair thighs, while under the soundtrack of wet suction slurping of Sue's strained oral efforts.  She played teasingly with the blonde's wet folds before finally inserting one thin finger after the other.  

"Damn.  How can you be so tight just after taking all that huge cock?  Can it be true what they say of Earthlings?"  She added more fingers to her probing, thusting hard into Sue's still wet sex, with non-disguised aggresion.  "Oh, I hate you and your hot tight Earthling cunt so much!"  

Pulling roughly one of Sue's legs aside, Adora repositioned herself to eagerly take in a mouthful of the other woman's sex, complementing the furious use of her fingers with her oral skills.

Coughing, Sue released the guivering penis from her aching mouth, even just its head being too large to really fellate properly.  She could have choked to death with that monster in her throat.  Struggling to catch her breath, she stared at the slender brunette beauty busy down between her legs.  

"I hate you, too, you damn Xandarian husband-stealing hussy." 

She turned about, reversing her position relative to that of Adora, going for her own mouthful of the younger woman's sex, to lick and suck and bite hungrily, furiously inserting fingers of her own, one after the other.  Under them, the floor's interactive surface texture instantly became softer and more elastic, as they writhed against each other, fighting for dominance, until their frenzied motions finally brought them face to face, one on top of each other.

"Ever given this tight ass to him as you did it to that big fat Skrull cock, you tease?"  Her finger teased that referenced location.

Sue's buttocks clenched at the deep instertion.  "Fuck you."

"Fuck you, too."

Their mouths met with savage violence, fistfuls of brunette and blond hair held bunched in their respective hands.  

Taking advantage of their position, the Skrull moved behind them and straddled their straining bodies, unceremoniously shoving the still erect green phallus into the closest vagina of the two.  Sue moaned at the sudden penetration and the pumping that followed, derrailing her assault on Adora's lips and tongue. 

"It's so big, isn't it?"  Adora smiled, tightening her grip on Sue's hair.  "Too fucking big for your tight Earthling cunt, I bet!"

"I can take it, you loose bitch,"  Sue gasped, trembling over the Xandarian with each thrust of the Skrull member.  "Oh, yes, I can!"

As if to help settle the conflict, the green phallus pulled out completely of the trembling blonde's sex, and thrust instead into the exposed loins of the young brunette under her.

The Xandarain Suzerain whimpered and arched her back in pain, big eyes fluttering open and shut. 

Sue held her down with her bodyweight.  "Oh, not so smug now?"  

She then kissed her again, the devotion in her lips and mouth contrasting with her words, fully sympathetic to the younger girl's writhing in joint distress and delight under the violent penetrations.  

The Skrull phallus abruptly exited Adora, whose cries of pain became a whimper of disappointment.  Instead, it entered Sue anew, for a set of frenzied, deep strokes, before changing target yet again, returning to Adora, proceeding to switch from one woman to the other repeatedly, after giving each a quick burst of violent thrusts, accompanied by the respective changes in their cries and moans.  

After many such alternations, the massive rod shoved right between them, into the crevice formed by the meeting of their respective mounds, sliding back and forth to rub against both at once, the flow of mutual vaginal fluids easing his forceful push between their tightly-pressed bodies.  Voicing hoarsely their appreciation, both pushed hips forward against the member caught between them, grinding hard against it and each other, loins trembling with anticipation.

"Oh, fuck!  FUCK!  Don't you just love this huge Skrull cock?"

Between groans and gasps and cries, Sue whimpered her agreement.  "Yes!  Yes!  Oh, yes!"

"Isn't his Skrull cock the best ever?  EVER?"

"Yes!  YES!"

"Don't you just love being owned by it?  Owned by this huge, thick, hard Skrull cock?"

"YES!  YES!  I LOVE SKRULL COCK!  I LOVE BIG FAT SKRULL COCK!"

"Don't you just love him, love him and his big fat Skrull cock?"

Susan chocked back a single, throaty, deeply-frightening word before she cried out loudly in orgasm.  Again and again.

Mere seconds later Adora joined her in climax, sharing many more throaty cries and gasped expletives.

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Sue and Adora remained entangled in a close embrace, gasping, struggling to recover their breath, their composture, while their Skrull ravisher stepped back and away, also breathing heavily, the erect member still dripping their juices.

Sue stared, still dazed, still shocked, by the intensity of the whole experience, of how she had given herself, to him, to both of them, by how she had almost said...

"Oh, fuck.  How can it still be that hard?"  Adora whimpered.  "It breaks my heart.  Just like it just did my cunt."

Sue nodded, blushing.  "It's a miracle we're not completely torn apart."  

"Speak for yourself.  I must be ruined now, useless for anything not a giant Skrull cock just like that.  I don't know how your damned tight Earthling cunt even managed.  It must have hurt so fucking much.  Like dying.  I'm so fucking jealous."

"Jealous?  You came so hard, I could feel it, all through me."

"Likewise,"  Adora added, smiling.  "You came like a wild Xunnar'th in heat.  No wonder they all love you so much."

"All?"

She tilted her head towards their Skrull partner.  "Him.  And your husband.  And Kl'rt, damn it.  And me, now.  You're just so-"  

"Wait, you also-?"

"I hate you so much."  Adora kissed her, deeply, passionately.  "And you've had them for years now!  All of them.  For so long!  To think I just barely-"

"It's not that long!"  She blushed, flustered.  It had indeed been many years since they first faced the Skrulls, or traveled to their planet.  She had not even been married back then!  "And I'd never...  been with a Skrull, actually, before you came to us for help, before-"

"Really?  What a waste of time!"   

The lounge door opened to reveal the four heavily-built Skrulls standing guard outside.  Surprised, Sue raised her force-field in instant defensive reaction.  

Sitting at a plush couch, their recent Skrull partner gestured casually at the guards.  "Perhaps you'd both want to catch up?"

Adora clapped her hands in delight.  "Oh, yes!  YES!"

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Beckoned in by an authoritative gesture, they entered the room, frowning, all four staring as one at the two beautiful human women kneeling nude and sweaty on the carpeted floor before them, trying to remain impassive, as was their duty, yet mostly failing, before the spectacle of those flawless, luscious bodies, all long legs and heaving breasts and erect nipples and long, disheveled hair, dark-brown for one, golden blonde the other, the loveliest of the two.    

"Be useful to the ladies."

Bl'kd hesitated for the briefest instant, as did his fellow guards.  All must be wondering whether this was a test, a trick.  Females such as those were not for ones like them, like him.  

Then he basked again in the sight of the two extraordinary beauties, particularly the blonde, she with the largest, juciest  breasts, so round and full and high, even if she had covered them with an arm in a fetching attempt at modesty, which just made her even more tempting.  

He was a Skrull warrior, was he not?  He should obey orders without question.

He placed his weapons aside and began to remove his clothing, and the others quickly emulated him.

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Sue's eyebrows rose.  So it was true about all male Skrulls, then.  

"Oh, yes.  Yes."  Adora clapped her hands with delight.  "They'll definitely do."

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The darker-haired one quickly stood up, her body long and graceful, pert breasts crowned by hard, compact nipples, which soon poked against his chest as she embraced him and pulled his face down towards her.  Her lips and tongue were sweet and hungry, and he reluctantly looked away from the blonde still kneeling several steps away.

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She hesitated, then let her force field drop.  

She should have turned invisible instead, as soon as the door opened, before they had seen her nude.  But it was too late now.  Their  eyes ran hungrily over her, all of her.  She shouldn't do the same, too.

All of them were considerably larger than any human would be.  In every sense.  

"This isn't...  what I agreed to."  She turned towards the older, shorter Skrull on the couch.  "You can't expect me to-"

"Can't I?"

"I just...  It was just...  us.  You and I."  She blushed at her own words.  It was not long past she had denied there could be an 'us' between them.

"You did not complain when she joined in, did you?"

She glanced nervously at Adora, who was enthusiastically kissing each of the now-naked guards in quick succession, while  fondling playfull their stiffening members.  She looked so frail and girlish and lovely against their big bulks, their big 

everything.

The bastard had a point.  But this was far different.  He could not demand this from her. 

It would be too much.  Too much.  She had already coupled with two of them, two Skrulls, two of their old alien enemies,  behind Reed's back.  She could not do it yet again, with several more of them.  Several more Skrulls.    

Several Skrulls.  Fucking her.  At once. 

"You-You actually want me to do...  this?"

"Do you?"

"Oh, come on!"  Adora pushed the nude Skrull warriors towards Sue.  "There's plenty enough for both.  I'll let you have the ones you like best."

She shook her head.  "No.  I-I can't.  I couldn't-" 

"Don't be silly!"  The Xandarian dropped to her knees, lunging to kiss Susan, her mouth full of the taste of the four alien strangers.  Grabbing the blonde's hands, Adora pulled them onto two of the already stiff penises standing at attention around them.  "You'll never forgive yourself if you pass on all this Skrull cock."

She then turned about to hungrily swallow much of another hard Skrull penis while reaching to handle the last unattended one.  

While Adora busily slurped and stroked Skrull cocks with relish, Sue looked up nervously at the two massive Skrulls standing before her, her hands still on their erect members, gingerly feeling the heat in each thick mass of hard flesh.  None of the guards was as exaggerateldy over-endowed as Dorrek, yet were still much larger than any human in length and thickness and their equally hard bodies were almost as impressively muscular as Kl'rt's had been, even if their alien faces were much uglier,   althought not as much as that of their former emperor.  But it was not really about them.

She looked back at Dorrek's attentive visage, frowning, her blue eyes wide, shinning bright.  Expectantly.   

Did he want to watch her coupling with other Skrulls?  Several other Skrulls?  At once?  

And more importantly, did she want that, too?  

Not merely want them, the guards.  She could not deny the appeal of their obvious virility, of the strong bodies and massive sexual organs, but that was marginal.  

The question was whether she wanted Dorrek to watch her, watch her doing it, doing them.  

Did she?  Could she?

Mere weeks ago she had been a faithful wife and mother, who would never cheat willingly on her husband.  Now she had not just been abused and raped, climaxing each time, climaxing while being fucked by extraterrestial enemies, she was also on her knees before more such aliens, surrounded by their big green cocks, two which she held in her hands, while staring at the same evil alien antagonist who had threatened the death of her loved ones and had just left her sex sore and wet from his inhuman pounding, looking for a clear answer in those narrowed green eyes, eyes that she now envisioned watching her, witnessing her becoming even more of a slut that she had already been, during all that savage and impossibly pleasurable alien sex.  

Why did the idea of being watched feel so strangely exciting?  Being watched while fucked long and hard by others who were not her husband?

She tensed, drawing a deep breath.

And what if it had been him?  Reed?  Watching?    Now?  Or before?  Or every thing?

Wouldn't that make it much worse?  Much more humilliating?  For both of them?  How could she even think of it?

Think of him, watching her, watching her being fucked every way possible by all these hard huge Skrull cocks?  While she came, screaming, just before him?  

The heavy Skrull penises throbbed in her hands, and her face burned with near-unbearable heat, as did other places.

There was just the briefest nod from Dorrek's head.  But it was not really his choice to make.  

It was hers.  

She took the largest of the two Skrull penises into her mouth.

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Sue licked and sucked and slobbered over the two thick, veiny rods, her hands and rosy lips and tongue working the dark-green shafts in alternating intervals.  

Next to her, Adora matched the intensity of her ministrations on the erect members of the other two Skrull guards, sometimes releasing their mouthfuls of alien cock to share a quick wet kiss, playfull exchanging saliva and the pungent flavor of their respective charges, before changing several times as well positions between them, so that all of the Skrull guards could have a chance at each of their mouths and hands.

It did not took long for the one of them to roughly grab Sue's blonde locks to keep her forcefully in place and push his member as far into her mouth as it would go, groaning loudly as it began to throb and ejaculate wildly, threatening to choke her with the volumen of thick, hot jism filling her her mouth and throat.  She pulled away, coughing, semen overflowing from her mouth while further jets of it still landed over her face.  She had barely caught her breath when her mouth was stuffed full again of by the next, equally ready phallus, which took only a few frenzied seconds to also blow its load within her mouth and over her face.

Sue gasped for breath, having swallowed as much as possible of the hot viscous fluids, which spilled from her face over her heaving chest, thick pale-green gobs dangling in stringy lengths from her stiff nipples.  

Nearby groans and grunts told her Adora's partners did not take long to follow the same paths.  Sue crawled toward Adora, whose face was being splattered by a last barrage of hot ejaculate, and pulled the Xandarian's head back by her hair to lick the greenish fluids off her lips.  Soon they were both lapping up the viscous Skrull semen coating each other's slippery skin, tongues running over faces, necks and breasts with relish.

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Surely it could not be true.  Bl'kd had soon recognized the two human females as the long-legged Xandarian Suzerain and the ever-admired blonde member of the damned Earthling Four, she who surely had the best, most luscious teats in a dozen galaxies, but how could he accept that such extraordinary females could be here, sucking wantonly all of their cocks like horny Krylorian whores?  Could even the best Skrull shifter have achieved such astonishing likenesses?  Recreated such exquisite beauty?

Then they began to lap the cum off each other, and he did not care any more.

He grabbed a fistfull of the golden hair and threw her to the ground, spreading her legs, and rammed himself deep into her.

He groaned out loud in amazed delight.  

It could not be a duplication.  Surely no Skrull female could be so hot and wet and deliciously tight.  

It had to be a tight Earthling cunt.  THE tight Earthling cunt.

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Sue gasped and yelped at the sudden assault, and her force-field struck out to knock the burly Skrull backwards, throwing him onto his back, dazed, yet without actually dislodging his thick member from inside her, so she ended up astride his spread out forms, her legs bent wide around his loins.  Placing her hands on the bulging pectorals for balance, she ground her hips down forcefully, moaning and arching her back with unabashed appreciation.  It was an easier coupling to handle than any she had recently, but it was still quite satisfying.  

Smiling broadly, Adora kissed Sue again, without making her break the pace of her motions over the downed Skrull, before turning to pull another of the still startled guards to the floor with her, not wanting to be left behind.  On her back, gasping at her own latest penetration, Adora gestured for the other two Skrulls to keel by her sides, so she could stroke and pull their penises to her face even as she was being pounded hard by the one between her legs.  

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The beautiful fair face had been full of anger as she had thrown Bl'kd violently to his back, just after he had forced himself on her.  He expected to be made to pay   for his impudence, but he now stared in disbelief as the blonde Earthling rode him furiously, her cunt grasping him vice-like, ravenously, like no female he had ever known.  He would surely be maimed or killed later, but he could not say it would be worth it.

He tried to hold back, to make this unique experience last as long as it could, be she was too much, too beautiful, too demanding, too hot, and he soon exploded again deep inside her, trembling and grunting in orgasm.

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Adora pushed her partner off unceremoniously and moved closer to Susan, beckoning the Skrulls to gather closer as well.  Kneeling down, she spread the Earthling's plump buttocks and dove aggressively for the exposed anal orifice, even as the other still rode the groaning Skrull underneath.  In her kneeling forward position, with her complete encouragement, a Skrull entered her from behind while she licked and probed the blonde's tight anus.

Susan moaned at the dual stimulation, louder when the tongue was alternated by thin, long daring fingers, but a sudden application of oily fluid there made her tense.  

Adora had a Skrull helpfully bring the lubricant dispenser and made sure a plentiful amount was doused into Sue's anal passage, before pushing him towards the now-well-readied ass.  

Susan paused, startled, realizing what Adora meant for her.  Even if she had already lost her anal virginity to even more overhung Skrull cocks, she was frightened for an instant at the prospect of being doubly reamed.  

"Adora, you don't really-?"  

But then the second Skrull was on her, and his weight made her feel smothered, sandwiched between the two heavy massively-muscled bodies, and she could just gasp while the thick hard rod slid forcefully past her tight sphincter, stuffing her with a second thick helping of hard Skrull cock, making her moan and squeal in painful delight.  The Skrull under her had already climaxed, yet remained hard, and she felt his jism seep from inside her, dripping all around his member as she slid over its sticky length, while the second Skrull probed her rectum with care to match her pace, letting her revel in the enormously fulfilling sensation of being so thoroughly-stuffed with Skrull cock.

Yet Adora was not done with her.  With the authoritative ease of the experienced ruler, she bade the Skrull behind her to withdraw and moved towards Susan as well, after dropping a low squirt of lubricant on his rampant member.

"Make way, will you, dears?  Be helpful."

Susan felt the Skrull above her move and shift.  Really shift.

"What-?  Wait!  WAIT!  Don't-!"  She almost summoned her force-field in panic, as she felt the two Skrulls crowd over her, their shapes changing to accomodate each other, so the newest arrival could gain access to her already well-accopied loins.  "That's not going to work!"

"Oh, quit bitching,"  Adora scoffed.  "Why fuck shape-shifters if you're not making the best of it?"

She did not know which entrance she feared the most the third Skrull would attempt to access, but it all seemed equally impossible physically, until the Skrulls bodies stretched and elongated and twisted enough and she felt the forceful pressure at her sex, right above the thick member already inside her, and before she could protest any more, it was her own time to be stretched beyond what she imagined possible. 

Her eyes bulged and her voice went from a high squeal to a choked gasp and a low moan.

Adora gestured at the last of the guards.  "Shut her up, will you?"

The guard obeying, seizing Sue's hair to forcing his erection past her lips.

"See?  It's all in the organization."  The Suzerain laughed, striding to the couch where she sat on the lap of its occupant, playfully nibble at a pointed Skrull ear.  "I wonder if they will all come before she does.  Want to bet?"

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It was a close call.  

Her eyes clouded with pleasure, trying to stay focused on the faces of Adora and Dorrek while she struggled with the multiple shafts thrusting in and out of her, and 

she almost came first, overwhelmed by the excess of Skrull cock violently stuffing her every opening, but the one at her mouth suddenly pulled out to spray her face yet again, before collapsing back, gasping, spent, and the one sodomizing her followed mere seconds later, staggering off her back after leaving her anus full of his hot seed.  

Then she finally could hold back no more, and exploded into orgasm, and the violent contractions of her overstretched sex rushed the two Skrulls sharing that tight, spasming orifice to their own, almost simultaneous climax.

Her last two partners finally slid off her twitching, ravaged sex, too drained to do more than lay limply on their backs, while Susan rested fitfully over the one under her, her whole body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, feeling that all of her had been pressure-filled of their hot seed, which now spilled wetly out of her, along with the last of her strength, dripping from her drenched sex and mouth and anus, the warm lingering evidence of her complete surrender to Skrull sexual supremacy.  

She had the presence of mind to be thankful that they were different species, otherwise she would be dead scared of the likelihood of becoming impregnated after taking in so much sperm, so many times, from so many virile males.  It was a relief that such a thing had to be biologically impossible.

"Fuck, that was hot,"  muttered Adora, standing up, rubbing deeply between her legs as she glanced at the bodies sprawled before her.  "We are going to need more help here, dear.  Plenty more."

TO BE CONCLUDED