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FANTASTIC FOUR: EARTH GIRLS AIN'T EASY, THE DORREK CUT

by JR / ksennin 

DISCLAIMER: The following story is an adult-themed parody of the Fantastic Four comic book, issues 204-217, by Marv Wolfman, John Byrne, and others.  The Fantastic Four and all related characters are property, copyright and trademark of Marvel Comics.  Go buy their comics.  No copyright infringement is intended.  The author received no payment for this story, and no money shall be earned by its distribution. 

 WARNING: The following story contains adult themes and explicit descriptions of extreme sexual events.  MINORS MUST NOT READ THIS.  Many so-called adults shouldn't, either.  If you are below your country's age of legal majority, kindly bugger off.  

FANTASTIC FOUR: EARTH GIRLS AIN'T EASY, THE DORREK CUT

PROLOGUE:  THE UNBEARABLE HARDNESS OF BEING

At the desolate moonscape, unaffected by the harshness of the lunar environs, the robed, bald human-like figure looked up at the star-studded panorama beyond his usual scope of studies, frowning.

Uatu the Watcher had witnessed the multi-threaded unfolding of destiny linked to these Earth beings, the Fantastic Four, of whom he had grown so fond over his recent years of watching, and never been less than surprised at the uniqueness of their spirit and fortitude, at the wide-ranging breadth of their adventures, so extraordinary for such a species still barely out from the virtual infancy of its development.   

So many things could wrong, for their survival, for that of their whole species and world.   The possible timelines were open to the eyes of a Watcher, some more likely than others, and some proving surprising even to one such as he, when, unlikely as they were in many ways, they still proved strangely compelling in their urgency and intense teleological necessity.

Sometimes could even a Watcher judge which path was truly right or wrong?

FANTASTIC FOUR: EARTH GIRLS AIN'T EASY, THE DORREK CUT

ALTERNATE PART ONE:  SHE'S GOT THE LOOK

The Super-Skrull had made Susan invisible and wrapped about her a tight band of invisible force, keeping her close to him while they walked through the many corridors and levels of the Imperial complex, passing unchallenged the multiple checkpoints, the authority of his high rank and reputation forestalling any elaborate scans.

The neutralizer band on her neck gave just the faintest tingling sensation.

Sue tracked their progress carefully, matching it as well as she could against the model of the place in her head, constructed painstakingly from the descriptions given by the servant girls who prepared her for the party.  She would need to find the way on her own if she managed to escape, unlikely as that seemed.

All around her milled scores of heavily armed Skrull warriors, the elite forces of the Empire, and she was held by its very greatest champion.

But she could not lose hope.

"What if she turns on you?"

"I told you to be silent."

"What if she decides to get rid of you, once you are no longer useful?"

"That will not happen."

"Really?  Seems like she isn't above betraying those close to her."

His invisible force seized her shoulders, applying pressure to her.

"You are just wasting our time.  You want to create doubt and discord.  But it will not work.  You know nothing about us, Earthling, about the powers and influences at play, about...  Nothing.  You know nothing."

"What about Dorrek?  What if he has leverage that you don't know about?  That even she doesn't know about?"

"There is nothing he can do."

"What if he makes her change her mind?  If they reach a new political compromise, a new arrangement?"

"You do not know her.  Or how it is between them."

Susan pursed her lips.  "I do know that Dorrek can be...  persuasive." 

"No.  Not this time.  There is no turning back now."

"He may surprise you.  He can be more dangerous than you expected.  I know.  Much, much more.  How else did he get his position?  Get to be emperor?"  

"Dirty politics got him the throne."

"What if that works out again for him?  Who would take the fall, then?"

"Nonsense."  

"How can you be sure?"

"Because before Dorrek can work out anything he will be dead."

Her fair eyebrows rose in surprise.  

"Dead?  Dorrek?"

"Yes.  Dead."  

"I-I thought the plan was to overthrow him."

"That is how that is done here."  

"Then she-?"

"Yes."

"His very own wife-?"

"He did the same to her father, many years ago."  He shrugged.  "I thought you'd be pleased." 

She looked down, then to a side, still startled.  

Should she?  Be pleased?  

If it was true.  About him.  Dorrek.  Being dead.  Now.  Now that...  

Could he really be dead?  Just like that?  

Should that please her?  Make her feel better?  After what had happened?  After...  everything?

Hadn't she wished for it?  Didn't she have reasons enough?  Hadn't she thought of it?  Many times?  During the worst of it?   Even while he...  while he had...?  

Her lips pressed tightly together.

Would it be wrong?   To have wanted him dead?  That hateful, cruel fiend?  To have wanted it?  Wanted it?  Wanted...?

She breathed deeply, and willed her fists to unclench.

He certainly deserved to be punished.  For everything.  Everything.

She should thankful.  Or at least, relieved.  If it was true, that meant one less threat to worry about.

Yet she found it uncomfortable to even think about it, to think that Dorrek's own wife could have killed him, and while looking just like her, too.  

Yet it would not be her.  It would not be her doing.  Nor her choice.  She should not feel troubled, or guilty.  

She should not feel guilty.  Even if she had wanted it.  Really wanted it.  

Because she had.  Hadn't she?  Wanted it?  Really wanted...  it?

What if it had been her choice?  Would she have...  done it?  Really done it?  

What if it still was?  

What if it had not happened yet and she could still somehow...  stop it?  Warn him?  

Could she?  

Would she?  

Or would she let him die?  Let him pay for everything he had done?  Let him be gone?  Gone.  Forever.  

She pressed her head to the wall behind her.

Even if she could somehow warn him, or even help him, could that...  change things?  Made it different?  Really different?  Could she perhaps earn that their freedom and safety?  But could she have trusted him to be thankful?  Trusted his gratitude?  Trusted... him?  Him?  Afterwards?  Or ever?  Trust him to...?

She shook her head.

No.  Never.  Not with him.  Not Dorrek.  Not ever.  

Even as a conjecture, she couldn't have.  It was too big a risk.  Too big to take.

She breathed in deeply.

If Dorrek was really dead, then she never would need to, or have to...  fear him again.  Or hate him.  Or even think about him.  Or about...  About what had happened, and all that...  that almost had.  

Never.  Never again.  Right?

***************************************************

It had taken what felt like forever to be finished with all those fools, to finally get free, free to come back.  

Dorrek IV, emperor of all Skrulls, entered the room and smiled at the unobstructed view of the blonde Earthling beauty stretched upright by the restrains, naked and helpless before him.

Waiting.  For him.  

So beautiful.  So mouth-watering beautiful.

He had so much to catch up with.

He addressed his guards behind him, not looking at them, his eyes fixed on her.

Susan Storm, the Invisible Girl of the Fantastic Four of Earth, long-time enemies of the Skrulls, long-time thorn in his side.  She was the wife to their leader, Reed Richards, too, and as powerful as she was physically desirable, with her golden hair and fair-skinned voluptuous body.  A body he had already begun to explore and enjoy as such a body should be.

He would not tire easily of this one, not like with the others.  

No, not with her.       

"Stay outside.  This time, whoever interrupts me will be executed, along with all relatives, to the third degree.  No, fourth, the fourth degree.  Understood?"

The guards bowed and exited.  The door closed.

"That all took too long, far too long," he told his captive, out loud.  "You must have grown desperate, waiting for me.  Needing me."

He let his robes fall to the floor.  He was already hard and growing even harder, with anticipation.

"I will spare you any further waiting."

Naked, he went to inspect the displayed implements of his collection.  He needed something less benevolent than the whip, now.

"We have to get back to checking how that delicious tightness of yours holds up."

He ran his hand over the specially-crafted metal surfaces.

"I am sure it will take a long time to stretch you properly.  A long, happy, painful time."

He picked up a couple of exotic choices, setting others aside for later.

"I bet you cannot wait for it.  Wait for this."  He gestured at his oversized erection.  "All of this."

Turning to let her watch, he slipped on heavily studded cock-rings on his member, specially designed and made for him.

"You will grow to love every inch of this cock, my dear, just as much as you fear it."

He felt his flesh grow even harder under the rings' pressure.

"You will love having it stretch you, stretch your tight, wet, hot cunt, so, so much..."

His mouth spread in a twisted smile.

"So unlike that bitch of my wife who cannot appreciate a good thing."

He also studied various clamps and tweezers, verifying that their energy functions were in working order.

"She would... stretch around me, you see, but not the proper way.  Not letting my size do it.  No, she would not have it.  She would not let me, not ever.   She wasted this.  All of this.  Can you believe that?  She made herself looser and looser each time, always too loose by far, no matter how much I tried to catch up.  Always denying her husband and emperor the satisfaction of seeing her wince and moan and cry in pain, just as she should, denying me the rightful pleasure of making it hurt for her.  The fucking bitch."

He nodded.  These would do.

"But you will give me that pleasure, won't you?  You will hurt for me.  You will be so deliciously tight and will hurt, hurt so, so much for me."

He turned towards her, beaming broadly.

"And I may keep you, as my favorite, my official...  Uh?"

The restrains now hung open and empty.

She stood, blonde and beautiful, still naked as before, but unbound, her limbs free.  A weapon, a blaster, was in her hand.

"What are-?"

"What if I take the pleasure of hurting you, instead?"

He dropped everything to reach for his wrist-band, but the energy blast was there first, reducing his hand to fiery ashes, along with most of his lower forearm.

He screamed, staggering back.

"Will that be rightful enough for you?"

Another blast took his other arm off from the elbow down, and he fell to his knees.

"Will that be proper homage to your imperial privilege?"

He wanted to speak, to ask how, why, to demand an explanation of what was happening, but his voice failed him.  He could only let out a shrill whine of pain.

"Proper tribute to your great cock?"

The blast struck right between his legs.

He collapsed to the floor, crouching, his voice returning in a loud, primal scream, and squirmed on the floor, crouched around his charred crotch, flailing his useless, mutilated arms.  His eyes bulged, and his mouth struggled to form words.

She tossed aside the golden hair from her face with a mocking smile.  "Will it?" 

Her eyes sparkled green, bright green, as she walked towards him, blonde and fair, slim yet voluptuous, her large round breasts bouncing with each step, so like the beautiful Earthling he had held at his mercy, but the weapon was in her hand, its muzzle smoking faintly.

"So, was it good for you, too?"

***************************************************

Weapons were strewn on the floor before her, but even if Susan could use them, there would be no difference.  Not against him.

Against the Super-Skrull.

Susan grimaced.  "You want to blame it on us.  That's what all this is about.  That's why she took my place, looking just like me, and why you rushed me out of there, invisible.  So you could blame Dorrek's death on us.  On me."

"Someone must always be responsible."

"That's why you had the symbol put back on my uniform, too, to make me more recognizable as one of the Fantastic Four, when you restore the media feeds.  After you have killed us."

"The emperor must be avenged."

***************************************************

Whimpering, he tried to crawl away but his limbs were too damaged to be of any use, and barely gained an inch at a time, as his flesh twisted and shifted down between his legs, trying desperately to mend the charred tissues, to fix his ruined anatomy.

"Oh, you're really trying to fix that thing?"

She aimed and fired again, and he screamed in agony, as the air filled with the cloying stench of burned meat.

"Maybe we should give it some encouraging stimulus, don't you think?"  She spread her arms out, turning about, flaunting her lush, nude body.  "Isn't she just gorgeous?  So lushly busty and firm and golden haired..."

She tapped at her control wristband and a life-sized holographic image filled the room before his sight, an image of the very same blond woman now aiming a blaster at the fallen Skrull emperor, or one just like her.  Then the holo split in two views, spreading to cover more of the space before them, each half picturing different locations but with the same participant, all images changing in fast succession, showing different angles and distances.  Each then split into two views, spread across the room into four scenarios now, always changing, yet always displaying her, gloriously blonde and nude, each instance in different positions and with different companions.

"You wanted her so much, didn't you?  Wanted her fucked?"

His eyes were clouded with pain, with tears, but he still stared up at the holo images surrounding him.

"You should at least get to see her done.  Or the best next thing."

All holo images stabilized into a single scenario, taken from different angles, showing the blonde woman entangled in an embrace with an exact copy of her very self, one just as beautiful, spread upright by heavy, restrains, their mirrored mouths joined in a deep, sensuous kiss.

"And see it done well."

The image changed in the holos, the two women again one, as she slid provocatively over the big, rock-skinned creature stretched face-up over a bare, metal floor, her fair, bare skin contrasting with his coarse earthly hide.

"Done well, and hard, and long.  So fucking well, and hard, and long."

Dorrek moaned with mixed pain and bafflement.

"I knew you would like it.  I know I certainly did.  Every second of it.  And I am going to share every single moment with you, my dear husband.  Every single moment as I fucked each of these Earthlings, like this, in her shape, mostly.  For our pleasure.  Yours and mine.  But mostly mine.  And you will watch all of it, until the very end.  Until your very end."

He muttered faint, almost inaudible curses.

"And why did you start that damn stupid war in the first place?  Oh, yes.  The Xandarian Suzerain.  Adora, right?"

In the holo the svelte brunette moaned and laughed, her blue-decorated eyes closed in delight as she rode furiously the young fair-haired human.

"You got us into that disastrous mess that cost us half our fleet and an absurd amount of resources all because you wanted to fuck this slut, this damned painted Xandarian harlot, and others like her.  Yes, look, look at her, look at her being fucked.  As you will never get to."

She leveled the weapon at him again.

***************************************************

With eyes closed and teeth gritted, Dorrek waited for it, for the next searing blast and the further escalation of the agony.  He knew K'Rlll would draw it out, making it slow, making it last as long as possible.  She had learned well, learned from him, the damn traitorous bitch.  

He had always known it could happen; such was the way of his people.  But not like this.  Not so soon.  Not when he had been so close to owning the real Earthling woman's body as fully as he had planed to, as he had so long wanted to, so close to making her belong to him in every possible way.  That jealous bitch of his wife had not even allowed him that final satisfaction. 

He heard the shrill noise of the blaster discharge and flinched, but there was no increase in his pain.

Had K'Rlll missed?

He looked up just as the sound of another discharge resonated in the room but its energies flared harmlessly in mid-air, mere handspans before him, unable to reach him somehow, blocked by something he could not see.

K'Rlll, still wearing the Earthling shape, cursed loudly before being thrown sideways through half the width of the room, the smoking blaster falling from her hand before she was slammed against a draped wall by an unseen force.

Through the daze of his pain, he heard a high gasp coming from the other direction, near the chamber's doors, and hesitant footsteps approaching.

"Oh, my God...  You-You really need help,"  said Susan Storm, becoming visible right before Dorrek, one hand moving to cover her mouth, her eyes wide open in obvious shock.    

Despite the terrible pain, despite the horrible injuries crippling him, the Skrull emperor smiled.  

ALTERNATE PART TWO:  THE DEVIL YOU KNOW

Invisible force exploded with such violence that the walls all around were visibly dented, particularly where the Super-Skrull hit, thrown with rocket-like speed.

The Super-Skrull collapsed to the floor, the wall he had struck dented in his wake as deeply as if a giant fist had punched it.  He shook momentarily and his body shifted hesitantly between orange-like cragginess and pliability in a late, ineffective reflex of self-defense.  Some flames burst weakly at scattered spots in his frame, and then went out as finally he lay completely still.

Sue gasped weakly for air and her whole body still trembled with the fading echoes of her having nearly reached the brink, the edge of no return.  But she had prevailed, there, at the very last moment, the very last gasp of her strength, of her will.

At her neck, the power-inhibiting band had snapped, the once-faint silvery circuit lines now blackened, overloaded.

Sue had noticed the tingling, the buzzing at her neck, whenever he used his invisible force power on her, the invisible force that her neckband had been calibrated to neutralize to keep her from using it.  The closer and stronger his invisible force worked, the more noticeable the distortion became, and the more convinced she became it was her only hope for escape.

Each time he had used it on her, she had focused her own power, too, fighting the power inhibition, at the very same time as it reacted to the overlap of the one wielded by the Super-Skrull.  All in order to overtax it, to push it beyond its parameter.  But it had not been enough when used as restrains, on her wrists, waist and ankles.  The joint effect had not been strong enough.

She had needed to goad him into using it on her, much more aggressively, asking him to choke her with it, to kill her with it.  Only then, when exerted directly against her neck, with power enough to choke her to death, and matched by her focused, maximum effort, had it finally been enough to overload the device's tolerances.

She had almost lost consciousness, almost failed to pull it together, to marshal enough strength, enough resistance, enough power to strike back at him.  Almost.

But she had done it.

Grimacing, she fought the conflicting obstacles of simultaneous numbness and soreness, to sit up, to rise off the console, and then faltered, stumbling down to her knees.

She covered her face with her hands and crouched down.  

Her shoulders shook.

With a deliberate effort, she reached up and threw away the now useless neckband, feeling a soft sense of victory, misplaced as it was.  She had won, but had also lost.  Lost so much.  

Warily, she approached where the Super-Skrull lay unconscious.  

Her power lifted him up and slammed him hard against the metal ceiling, then brought him down with to strike the floor with equal violence.  She repeated it twice.  Just in case.

A faint groan rose weakly from the other side of the room.

"Rich?"

The young man was on his knees, or trying to stay there, unsteadily leaning against a wall and shaking his head.

She went to him, concerned.  "Are you alright?"

"Must be.  I hurt too much to be dead."  He glanced around him.  "Oh, damn...  What hit here?"

The guard room was in ruins, devastated by the invisible force blast.  All the equipment, including that which had not been damaged before, was now completely destroyed.  Several of the Skrull guards were now piled over each other near a corner in a bundle of bent limbs. 

Sue grimaced.  "There was... a struggle."

***************************************************

"Reed, wake up.  WAKE UP."

The words called Reed Richards back from an immeasurably long distance, back from a vast structure of ideas, of complex interlocking theories still needing to be polished, debugged and cross-checked.  

"WAKE!  UP!"

The slap on his face made the trip back much quicker.

"I'm up.  I'm up."

"Reed, this is important.  We're escaping."

"Escaping?"

"The Skrull throne world.  We're getting the hell out."

"Oh.  Yes.  Good idea."

"We need you sharp.  Thinking."

"Thinking, yes."  He rubbed at his eyes, sitting on the cot.  "I can do that.  I think."

"Good.  Why are you naked?"

"I am naked?"

"Yes.  Oh, forget it.  Here.  Put your clothes on."

"Why am I naked?"

"That's what I asked you.  Alright, give me.  Let me help."

"Thanks.  This is all very strange.  I had a very peculiar dream, too."

"A dream?"

"Yes.  Quite vivid, too.  And you were there."

"Oh, really?  I was?"

But then he was unconscious again.

***************************************************

"Ms. Richards!  Lights started to flash on that console over there!  May be bad news!" 

"Wouldn't surprise me," she sighed.

Johnny stepped up, smiling broadly.  "Rich!  Dude, have I got something to tell you!  You won't believe what...  Ah, well, maybe later, but...  Hey, why are you dressed like that?"

"They took my Nova suit.  I got what I could."  He wore a loose purple and black bodysuit, several sizes too big.  "Everyone here's too big."

Sue nodded, wincing.  "Yes.  I know."

Johnny raised his hands.  "Oh, yes, wait."  He rushed back to the cells and returned with a grayish box.  "Got this from ah, a friendly local.  Couldn't manage to get it to work, though."

"My Nova suit!  Oh, man, thanks!"  Rich grabbed the box and began to undress.  "Only works for whom it's attuned to-"

"Hey, dude, my sister is right here."

Sue waved her hand, exasperated.  "Never mind that.  There's likely an army of Skrulls on the way down.  Get whatever weapons you can and stand near me-"

Ben muttered angrily, tugging weakly against the heavy metal restrains still binding his limbs, his oversized digits moving stiffly against their very own granite-like skin.  "Dis gots me all weak as a kitty, Suzie.  Won't be much use inna tussle." 

"If only we could rouse Reed, maybe he could, I dunno, tinker with the neckbands or something,"  Johnny said.  "And get us back into full strength."

Sue grimaced, looking at her husband, still limp and unresponsive, then glanced back at the rest of the group.

"We can't risk to wait for that."

"Sue, you know I'm not selling short your girl-power or any of that, but I don't think you can take on the whole damn Skrull empire on your own.  Not even with Rich here helping.  No offense, dude."

"Uh, I don't know-"

"Really, Sis, if we can't get Reed to come to, we'll have to find another way to-"

"Yes."  She breathed deeply, closing her fists tightly.  "I know." 

***************************************************

They walked quickly out the corridor, all them made invisible by Susan's power.  They managed to evade various heavily-armed patrols but their luck may run out at any moment.

"You all stay here,"  she said, after having found a secluded-enough hiding spot near the docks.  "Rich, keeping everyone safe is up to you, now.  If I'm not back in half an hour or so, or your invibility suddenly ends, just go that way and steal a ship somehow, alright?  And get away at any cost, understand?  All of you.  Any cost." 

"Suzie, watcha talkin' 'bout?  We couldna leave you behind!"

"Sis, we're all in this together.  As always."

"You must get safely out of here!  You must!  Once Reed is better and you have your powers back, you can come back for me.  Or-"

"But why must we split up, anyway?"

"I think I can... get help."  She grimaced, behind her invisibility.  "But I-I must go alone."  

ALTERNATE PART THREE:  DECISIONS, DECISIONS

"You...  could not...  keep away,"  Dorrek gasped weakly.

Sue shook her head in disbelief, staring with horror at the maimed Skrull emperor, shaken by the extent of his injuries.  

How could he even speak, much less posture like that?

There was little blood, the charred flesh having been cauterized instantly, but it made the sight no less gruesome.  Much of both arms had been burned away down to the bone, nearly up to the elbows, but her eyes were instead drawn instantly to the even more obvious damage at Dorrek's groin, where so much of all that she knew should have been there was now missing almost completely, leaving only a blackened fragment of all that had once been, of all that which she had known, and which had undeniably been such a literally large part of her impression of him, of how she thought of him.  And... felt about him.  It was a shock to try to even recognize Dorrek like that, to realize that all of that could actually be gone...

She looked away, her stomach queasy.  "I-I came...  back... to offer you a deal."

"You damn meddling Earthling," Empress K'Rlll muttered, wincing, while stumbling up to her knees and reaching to tap at the control band on her wrist.

Invisible force encircled the silvery wristband to deny access to its activation, before expanding to seize all of the Empress and push her violently to the wall, keeping her body pinned against it, flattened out and inmobile, a body that still was a nearly perfect copy of Susan's own, although a fully naked one, while Susan wore the tattered remnants of her Fantastic Four outfit, somehow making the partial coverage more tintillating to the emperor's eyes than the other's full exposure.

"Stay there,"  Susan said.

She glanced briefly agai at Dorrek's ruined anatomy, before hesitantly looking up, to meet his eyes, trying to hold back her many-layered discomfort at the awfulness of his injuries, at her uneasy, deep-gut reaction to that very particular mutilation.  

"I just saved your life, Dorrek."

"So...  you did.  Your concern...  for me... is quite touching."

"But you still need medical attention."

Dorrek gestured at an alcove between the drapes at his right.  "Medical...  drone...  there.  Just...  touch..." 

She shook her head.  Why wasn't she surprised that a medical drone was kept at Dorrek's private sex rooms?

"No.  Not yet."  She felt uneasy about this, about bartering with someone's actual life, but it also meant the life of her loved one.  "Not until we reach an agreement, Dorrek."

"We could reach any agreement you want, Susan,"  R'Klll cut in, her voice still an unnerving copy of Susan's own.  "Just let that hideous gnome die, as he deserves to, and then I'll give you anything you want."

"You meant for us to be blamed for that, for your killing him.  And then we'd be killed, too."

Susan's mirrored face smiled mirthlessly.  "That was just politics.  Nothing personal, really.  And it was the most expedient plan, you must agree.  But it can be changed.  I can let you go, Susan, you and your companions.  Let you go free.  And the war with Xandar will be over, too."

"How can we trust you, Empress?  After you used us and almost had us defamed and murdered?"

"You can't."  Dorrek lifted his head painstakingly, laboring for breath.  "She...  She's a...  traitorous bitch..."

R'Klll laughed out loud.  "And was he any different?  He had you all judged and condemned to death!  You're alive only because he wanted to have your little tight Earthling cunt for his use!" 

Susan pursed her mouth.  "Maybe.  But at least he was open and honest about it."

"He also started the war.  For the sake of conquering yet another piece of non-Skrull ass, too.  I would end it, and have peace instead."

"That's not that great a concession, Empress.  I know now that your invasion force was defeated, even as we were captured.  You lost the war already."

"You-You can have peace.  And more."   Dorrek coughed weakly.  "Just kill her...  Kill that traitorous bitch...  Then you...  You can take her place.  At my side.  To rule the Empire.  As my wife.  As my Empress." 

Susan stepped back, face reddening with anger.  "You-You... dare to still-?"

"You Earthling slut, was that what you wanted all along?"

"NO!"

"Don't worry about...  this..."  He nodded at his lower body.  "It will grow back.  Just as it was.  Just as you knew it.  Just as you came to-"

"It's not that!"

"Was that it, then?  That's the big selling point?  I can more than match that."

Turning to the Empress as she spoke, Susan was shocked to see something begin to grow and grow between the legs of her apparent double, something thick and long and green, as inhumanly thick and long and green as what was now missing between  Dorrek's legs, the monstrously big phallus seeming even more alien and inhumanly sized than ever in its sharp, incongrous contrast with the otherwise still femenine shape copying Susan's own.  

"You really liked that big, fat cock of his, didn't you, Susan?  Maybe even loved it?  Really loved it?  As it stretched so wide and deep your wet, formerly tight Earthling cunt?  Loved it so much you may even fool yourself that you also love the evil, selfish creep bearing that oversized bitch-tamer, too?  So much that you'd just love so much being the bitch he tames long and hard with it?  Oh, I can't blame you for that.  Yes, that hateful ugly bastard can really fuck a girl's brains out, with it, with all of it, and make her love it, and love him.  I do know that.  I know that so, so well.  I can't blame you.  For wanting it.  For running back to him because of it-"

"I DIDN'T RUN BACK TO HIM BECAUSE OF-!"

"But he's still a hateful selfish bastard!  No matter how better than anyone else he can fuck!  And you can do better, Susan.  A smart, powerful and gorgeous female like you deserves better.  And I can give you better."  The huge member between her legs rose up, rampant.  "Much, much better."

Susan stepped backward, shaking her head, color drained from her face.  "No.  No.  NO.  I NEVER-!"

"But if you're really sweet on him, on all of him, not just his big, fat cock, despite how truly ugly and disgusting he is...  or maybe precisely because of that...  because of how dirty and naughty you feel for falling so hard for such an ugly and disgusting runt with a huge cock, well, I can give you all that, too."  Her face began to change, to turn green and lined and alien.  "I can fuck you just as he would, looking just as he would while fucking your brains out with his huge, hard cock-"

"NO!"

Her invisible force struck the Empress, slamming her against the hard wall behind the draperies.  Her body falling limp to the floor, an unsettling combination of Susan's female body with large breasts and fair skin, combined with Dorrek's green Skrull face and oversized phallus.

Susan frowned, taken aback by her too-violent reaction.  She had not struck so hard even at the beefy guards right outside the chambers.  She hoped she had not hurt the Empress too badly.  Why had her words gotten so badly to her?  It was all nonsense, after all.  Nonsense.  How could she ever...?  But she was still too shaken, too disturbed, too emotionally raw after all that had happened, to them, to her, after the ordeals she had gone through.  With Dorrek.  With Kl'rt.   After...  everything. 

But that meant she had rather already made a choice of which Skrull to back.

She turned towards Dorrek, only to realize he was no longer breathing. 

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"Reed, wake up.  We need your brains, damn it."

"It's no use, Matchstick, Stretcho's really outta it."

"Um, what time is it?  Ms. Susan said that-"

Johnny frowned.  "Dude.  We wait for her."

"We wait till da cows come home and den we go look for her."

Rich did not argue.

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>>IMPERIAL MEDICAL DRONE ZEPHA GATHA SEVEN FOUR SYSTEM STARTING<<

Sue cursed between her teeth.  What was taking the damn machine so long to get started?  Did Microsoft sell operating systems here, too?

Maybe the Empress was right, and Dorrek deserved to die.  Part of her certainly wished him dead, for what he had done, for what she still feared about him, for...  everything.  But he was now likely her best chance to get her loved ones out of this hateful place.  How could she keep him alive long enough for that?

She quickly knelt by his side and began to give him mouth-to-mouth resucitation.  

Her open mouth covered his broad, corrugated-lipped one, again and again, forcing air into him, again and again.  

She had to do this.  Had to.  To keep him alive.  To keep them alive.  It was nothing how like it had been before, she told herself.  Even if that had also been about keeping her loved ones alive, too.  But it was different.  They called it "the kiss of life" but it was not a kiss.  Not like before, when they had indeed kissed, again and again.  No.  When he had kissed her, forcibly kissed her, violently kissed her against her will, roughly forcing his coarse lips against hers, his long, long tongue deeply all about hers, their mouths mashed together in a violent struggle between denial and overbearing demand, between reluctance and assertive domination, her awareness filling with his taste and his heat and the pressure of his touch.

Then at some point he did breathe again, to her grateful relief, and his breath mixed with hers, halting, hesitant, warm and gradually rousing just like their lips and tongues and...

She pulled back abruptly, sitting back on her heels, her face flushed, feeling the heat run from her head to her toes.

What had that been?  What had she been doing?  There, at the end?  

How had...  that happened? 

How had that ended being a... kiss?  Again?

>>NANOBOT-ENHANCED INFUSION COMPLETED<<

The drone withdrew an extended probe with a retracting syringe, which had pierced briefly Dorrek's upper arm.

"Why, were you taking advantage of me, my dear?"

Her face flushed even warmer.  "You-You were fading out.  I just gave you mouth to mouth-"

He coughed weakly.  "Ah, your mouth can certainly give me-"

"Stop that.  Stay still, will you?"

>>FIRST STAGE EMERGENCY RECOVERY EFFECTED.  BEGINNING MONITORING OF LOW THRESHOLD VITAL SIGNS.<<

"See, you're still dangerously weak.  And I..."  She closed her eyes, grimacing.  "I need you alive."

The broad, gleeful smile came back.  "Of course you need me, dear.  And once I'm back on my feet I'll take care of your need-"

"You damn bastard.  Cut that out.  NOW.  I just saved your life.  And your throne, too.  You owe me.  YOU OWE ME."

"Oh, I will gladly pay you back, my darling, every night at-"

"We go free.  All of us.  Now.  Back to Xandar.  And the war is over.  For good."

"Why would you want to go there?  Such a dump, really.  As the Skrull Empire's new ruling Empress-"

"CUT THAT OUT."

"You killed that bitch K'Rlll, right?"

"No! I didn't.  You work things out between you both.  Get therapy or whatever.  But you order your goons right now to give us a ship and let us go, or I will crush this medical drone right now and let your wife have her weapon back-"

"Fine, fine.  Sue, I'll let your friends go, while you and I discuss at leisure the terms of the formal armistice between-"  

"WE ALL GO.  NOW.  RIGHT AWAY.  No strings attached."

"Must you?  There is still so much unfinished business we could take care of, in just a few-"

"NOW.  Or the wife gets the gun back."  She blandished the Skrull wristband she had taken from Kl'tr.  "Give the orders.  And carefully, too."

Still on his back, Dorrek narrowed his eyes.  "Why, there's more to you than I believed, Susan Storm of Earth.  Much more than the delectably self-evident."

"And there used to be a lot more of you before, Dorrek.  Quite a lot more, indeed.  And if you want a chance to get it back, GIVE THE ORDERS."

"Indeed I underestimated you, my dear, in my previous interactions.  You certainly deserved to be much more than a mere sex slave, or even a favored concubine."

She stood up, incensed at his bravado.  "Really?  Don't you say?"

"You...  You would have made a truly magnificent wife and empress."

She smiled.  "Please.  You couldn't have handled me as your wife."

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"You waited."

"Aw, Suzie.  Ya know we ain't dat good at counting anyways, kiddo."

She sighed.  "I thought you would.  Come on, get Reed up.  A ship is there for us."

"And the Skrulls?"

"The fight with them is over now.  We can just go."

Johnny's eyebrows rose.  "You made peace?  With the Skrulls?"

Susan frowned.  "Something like that."

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With the assistance of the medical drone, Dorrek got up.  Leaning against the null-grav metal body he moved to where R'Klll had begun stirring as well.  

"You were always so proud of your shape-shifting skills, dear wife, but really...  Not even you could get right such perfect teats as hers.  Should have noticed sooner."

The full guard would arrive in no time, so Dorrek muttered the override code for the medical drone and had it pick up the dropped blaster.

"She thinks I could not handle her.  As my wife.  I should get about proving her wrong, shouldn't I?"

He gave the order.

TO BE CONTINUED