With quick, decisive motions Sue removed both of her dark gloves, which
a servant promptly took from her. She walked to one of the cushioned
benches near, and sat to unzip her calf-high soft-soled boots, lifting
each leg up and removing each boot in turn, handing them to the same
servant as she stood up, barefoot. She then reached to her waist and
ran her fingertips along the wide waist-band, opening the seal that kept
her top attached to the matching pants to resemble a continuous bodysuit.
Grabbing the lower edge of the form-fitting material, she pulled on it,
sliding it up and over her flat, toned abdomen, only to snag where her
bosom bulged out prominently from her torso.
Dorrek leaned forward with interest.
With a series of quick, wiggling motions, Sue edged the top's tight
fabric inch by inch over the generous volume of her jutting breasts,
stretching it taut across the wide expanse of the sports-bra-bunched
mounds, until a last sharp tug got it past that considerable obstacle.
The abrupt motion made the large globes jostle noticeably despite
their snug elastic support, as did her finally pulling the top past
her head, shaking her long blond hair as she freed her arms from its
sleeves.
Kl'rt crossed his arms before his chest, his eyes fixed on her.
Susan placed her removed top on the bench, and after a quick, angry
glance at her Skrull spectators, placed her thumbs in the waistband to
slide her skin-tight blue leggings past her womanly wide hips and down
her legs, swaying and wiggling as she bent to move the material along
her fleshy thighs. With the leggings at her knees, she sat down again
on the bench, to finish sliding fist one leg out and then the other,
freeing her lower limbs completely.
Kl'rt noticed the athletic mass and solidity of her legs with approval.
Worthy stems for a female warrior.
A servant gathered the two parts of her outfit, and obeying a gesture
from Dorrek, took both to him. The emperor rubbed the cloth between
finger and thumb, though his eyes did not leave Sue's figure.
"Unstable molecules. Of high quality, too. Perhaps Richards stole its
design from Skrull infiltration combat attire. We Skrulls had this for
centuries and centuries, to accommodate our shape-shifting. But it is
not... unflattering on your shape, too."
Without changing his gaze, he tossed the garments towards Kl'rt, who
caught them by stretching his arms.
"Have this promptly modified into something suitable by the imperial
tailor. Be sure to have put back that which you took."
"Is the emperor sure that a completely new garment may not be better-?"
"I stated what I wanted. Why would I do that if I wasn't sure?"
"It will be done." He gave detailed instructions to a newly summoned
servant, who hurried away with her charge.
"But please, dear," Dorrek told Sue, dressed before him now only in
her tight white underwear, the slight cold in the surroundings making
noticeable twin points poke through her tightly-fitting sports bra.
"Continue by all means."
Again Sue hesitated. How long had it been since anyone besides Reed
had seen her completely nude? Even the Brute had been Reed, too, in
a way. These however were Skrulls, their enemies, her enemies.
Literally deadly enemies. But she had no other acceptable choice.
With her lips pressed tightly, Susan breathed hard through her nose,
and tossed her blond hair back off from her shoulders. Tugging at the
left side of her bra, she drew it away from her skin until she could
reach with her left hand through the resulting gap and push her arm
completely under the elastic fabric, so she could then tug it up over
her shoulder, releasing from its confined hold first her left teat,
and then the right. As the now loose article was drawn up to her right
armpit and the left of her neck, both creamy globes bouncing free while
she completed sliding her right arm out and then drawing the bra over
her head.
Kl'rt stared, impressed with the symmetry of her mammary masses.
All accomplished Skrull shape-shifters were careful students of forms
and anatomies, and there was truly a lot to admire in the Earth-woman's
outstanding proportions.
Dorrek licked his lips lasciviously, his eyes following attentively the
jostling globes, eagerly thinking of those creamy mounds under his teeth.
The Earth-woman was everything he had anticipated and more.
"Your species too signals physical excitement with a hardening of the
milking buds, doesn't it? Yours seem to be becoming quite stiff, no?
Are you enjoying this? Displaying your exceptional body for us?"
She did not look down, but a quick glance to a side towards the mirrors
lining the walls confirmed Dorrek's observation, and her face grew red
with a sudden mixture of anger and embarrassment.
"The air here is cold," she replied curtly.
"Ah, yes. That must be it."
She tossed the bra aside with barely contained anger, and her unbound
breasts shook fluidly but without the looser jiggle of recent times.
They were noticeably steadier and firmer than before. Her reflection
showed them to be clearly more high-set and thrust-forward than in many
years past, and the undeniably stiff nipples clearly pointed proudly
upwards where each teat's roundness became slightly conical. While
keeping her more recent athletic proportions and muscle mass, the aging
reversal effect had somehow restored the youthful elasticity and
suppleness of her skin and other tissues to perhaps those of her early
twenties.
Best of both worlds, she thought bitterly, looking away from the mirrors.
She could perhaps be looking at her best in years, but knew too well for
whose appreciation were any such improvements in her appearance.
"Whatever the reason, the view is very pleasing." Dorrek's smile was
wider than ever. "However, you have yet to finish."
Sue clenched her fists. There was no point in delaying. Drawing her
legs together, she hooked her thumbs on the sides of her panties and
began to slide them downwards, her breasts swinging in pendulous
fashion as she leaned diagonally from side to side. They fell to her
ankles and she stepped out of them.
Fully nude at last, she stood before the evil alien despot and his
enforcer, feeling their eyes run greedily over her exposed skin, over
every private part of her body now on forced display, here on this
strange room, in this whole strange planet, surrounded by enemies.
Her instincts screamed for her to cover up, to shield with her arms
her chest and sex from their scrutiny, their leering, humiliating
contemplation, but instead, she firmly set her legs shoulder-width
apart, crossing both arms just under her chest, and stared back at
Dorrek defiantly. That was all she now had left.
Dorrek gripped the armrest of his seat, inching closer to its edge.
Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a small golden wedge pointing at
her sex, like an arrowhead defining a target, daring just where to go.
Had she done this on purpose to deliberately excite her suitors? How
many others besides her Earthly mate had enjoyed this view as he now did?
How many had enjoyed more than just a view, as he soon would? And were
those her lips, her delicate pink lips, peeking out of her snatch?
"Oh, my... How... inviting."
Dorrek gestured meaningfully to a servant, and the girl quickly picked up
and brought him the discarded panties. Slowly, he pressed them to his
nose, to sniff carefully. Sue looked away, grimacing.
"Nice... very nice. You have a rich, fetching scent." He put the
panties inside a fold in his robes. "But I think that for a formal
occasion you may need to be properly scrubbed."
He gestured at the holo pad forming over his wrist, and the complete
farthest wall sectioned and retracted into the corners, revealing another
room, also lined with mirrors, where a striated stone floor held a large
sunken pool full of water, already deeply heated, from the dense vapors
rising above it.
"You said you were cold, right? Please, go ahead, get properly... warmed up."
Obeying the unspoken command, all three servant girls unclasped their
gauzy clothes and let them drop to the floor. Nude, they walked to the
bath area and stopped at the tub's edge, waiting.
Kl'rt compared with interest their bodies. These were the emperor's
elite servants and concubines, and very few ever had the privilege of
admiring them so openly. Their respective contracts were likely worth
small fortunes, yet he felt that even they were easily outclassed by
the combination of unforced poise and earthy sensuality of the blond
Earthling's figure. The Kree was much taller and more athletic; the
starkly pale, raven-headed Shi'Ar had a delicate fragility and aloof
grace, while the redheaded Krylorian was softer, rounder, and even more
buxom that the quite curvy Earth-woman. But somehow Susan Storm managed
to embody a fetching balance between those different appeals, being fit
and firm while still lushly voluptuous, with a relaxed and effortlessly
self-confidence that still could not hide a strong semblance of shy,
feminine vulnerability and intense, even needful sexuality that seemed
to demand attention, to beg for forceful conquest and subjugation.
Even Adora of Xandar, whose charms were famous over various galaxies,
and who Kl'rt had verified as matching fully her exalted reputation in
both appearance and performance, now seemed too simplistic in her appeal
compared to this fascinating Earthly female.
Her belonging to Dorrek was nearly unthinkable.
Dorrek did not even register the other females present; while they were
still fairly recent additions to his harem, he had already dismissed
them from his concern, banished by the draw of his new acquisition.
His eyes remained fixed on Susan Storm, and her alone.
Sue hesitated for a brief moment in following the servant girls. Their
sudden, unexpected nudity held no relief for her discomfort at her own
nakedness. Instead, their bared bodies, their proximity, made her even
more painfully aware of how exposed and vulnerable she was, and of how
charged with tension the very air around her remained. She felt the
Skrulls' eyes roam her nude skin, their unwavering attention a louder,
more ominous threat than any spoken words could be. But pursing her
lips, she squared her shoulders and turned about, walking resolutely
towards the tub.
Dorrek licked his lips. Her swaying hips and rear drew his interest
just as much as her bouncy chest had. Her cheeks were high and solid,
tightening into more compact globes that shook tautly with each stride
she took towards the bath. Those big, tempting mounds would soon know
his touch, and that of his tools, too.
Yes, he had some many things he would want to try on them. On her. On all of her.
Kl'rt shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The woman could
not have been more sensuous in her motions if she had willingly tried.
Susan stepped down carefully into the water, welcoming its heat on her
bare flesh. She moved to the deepest point and sat on her heels so the
water covered her to the shoulders, then, leaning forward, submerged
her head. She had felt dirty, soiled, for so many reasons, and the hot
immersion afforded a much needed sense of cleansing, a brief relief,
even if merely momentary. She remained completely under for as long as
she could bear, and then rose, arching her back and throwing her wet
hair behind, while drawing a deep breath that made her breasts rise
just above the water.
The servants had followed her into the tub, carrying various containers
bearing aromatic substances. Sue reached for what appeared to be soap,
but Dorrek cut in:
"No. Let them wash you. And don't hide under the water. Stand up,
so I can better see you and be sure you are properly... readied."
She winced. Of course he would want that. And there was no point
in trying to hide, to pretend there was no danger or humiliation in
store for her. She stood, moving towards the shallower section of
the pool, leaving reluctantly the water's warm, protective embrace,
until its level was a mere hand span down from the top of her thighs.
Water ran all over her body, down along her torso and legs, dripping
from the tips of her chest and from the gap between her thighs.
The girls waded closer, intentionally avoiding her eyes. When the
bright-pink Krylorian reached for her arm, involuntarily Sue flinched
away, tensing violently at that first touch, that sudden reminder of
how open and vulnerable she was. Yet these women were guiltless,
harmless, surely victims just like her. They may even be punished
if she did not let them do what they were told. With eyes closed,
Sue breathed deeply, willing herself to be strong, and endure, for
the sake of those she loved. With renewed determination, she opened
her eyes and nodded towards the servant.
The redhead slid her hands along Sue's upper arm and shoulder with
tentative gentleness, moving behind her to gather and shift over her
shoulder the wet blond hair, before starting to rub her back with a
wet, soapy pellet, from shoulders to the narrow waist and upper hips.
A different set of hands joined in, using a soft sponge to further
rub at the now slippery skin with firm pressure. Another poured a
dense scented gel over her head and with expert fingers began to work
it in, all along the gathered length of hair, and down to her scalp.
The three girls rotated around Susan in nearly silent coordination,
exchanging barely a soft whisper or hum between them while working.
Sue remained tense at first under their touch, but soon her muscles
began to relax under their attentions. The Krylorian's slid the soap
slowly all over her back, arms, and down the sides of her hips and
legs, in fluid circular motions that felt almost playful. As she
moved from one area, she was followed with energetic rubbing and
kneading by the Kree, whose hands through the sponge squeezed on
Susan's sudsy flesh perhaps with more strength and insistence than
seemed necessary, but without being really unpleasant. Meanwhile
the Shi'Ar ran skillfully her fingertips not just through Sue's hair,
but also brushing delicately at her neck and ears, long fingernails
occasionally grazing her nape and lobes.
Of course Dorrek's servants would be well trained, Kl'rt thought.
The initial shared reserve gradually gave way to a far more assured
handling of Sue's body, as she also became more comfortable with the
multiple touching. She did not protest when the Kree girl began to
knead her buttocks more vigorously, squeezing the round cheeks with
greater aggressiveness, making Sue thankful of all those squats at the
weight room. Now at her front, the Krylorian's hands moved up from the
flat abdomen to the curved undersides of the breasts, which rose and
fell as Susan's breathing grew faster. Gently, with small circular
motions that grew in diameter with each stroke, the servant girl began
to encompass more and more of their yielding flesh, until she covered
the full roundness of each sizable teat with each flowing pass, though
taking deliberate care to avoid touching the nipples, which were still
obviously stiff despite the bath's persistent heat.
Dorrek and Kl'rt stared attentively, caught in the graceful dance of
hands over gleaming, wet flesh, made more captivating by the visual
contrast of the different stroking hands, light blue, nearly-cherry
pink and pale, almost white, against Susan's creamy, lightly tanned
skin.
Leaving Susan's chest glistering with sudsy fluid, the Krylorian knelt
down and slid both hands down the torso and hips, barely missing the
pubic mound before reaching to massage carefully along the sensitive
insides of the thighs. In response, Sue let out a barely audible gasp,
only to quickly follow it with a louder one, as the Kree behind her
reached under her armpits to cup the blonde's now available chest,
lifting and kneading both slippery globes, her strong fingers spread
wide to grab the most mass as possible, the sponge previously held now
discarded.
The Krylorian's hands moved along Susan's inner thighs more daringly,
reaching to slide in quick, teasing fashion along the union of leg and
private parts, and back-tracking until the start of the butt-cheeks,
making both legs and buttocks tremble softly, while above, the Kree
fondled Sue's teats with now open roughness, massaging them with wide
complementary motions, the abundant flesh soft enough to be forcefully
squeezed, pressed down, and tugged in many directions, though still too
firm to be either stretched or flattened too far beyond certain limits
past their normal roundness.
When the Shi'Ar at her side also nuzzled warmly against her neck, her
lips brushing her skin, Susan let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes.
There was little doubt that they were doing more than bathing her.
The Kree pressed Sue's teats firmly against each other, and brushed a
thumb around each rosy nipple, grazing each slightly even while groping
the surrounding flesh with even greater aggressiveness. The Krylorian
then rose from her knees, and with her hands still at Sue's uppermost
thighs, extended her tongue to gently lick, first at one of the nipples,
then at the other, moving back slowly to let a trail of saliva stretch
for a moment between the fully erect nub and the tip of her moist tongue.
The Kree squeezed Sue's breasts, pushing them out, her forefingers and
thumbs pressing the base of each nipple, presenting them thus to the
Kyrlorian, who leaned back to repeat her slow, careful licking, again
and again. Sue trembled with each touch, and gasped when the licking
suddenly turned into quick, delicate nibbles. Not to be outdone, the
Shi'Ar girl bit at a soft earlobe, before sliding her tongue into Sue's
ear, making her shiver. She was always too sensitive there. But she
did not try to avert her head.
Dorrek and Kl'tr stared, fidgeting with tension.
The Krylorian seized with her teeth one of the nipple and held still,
letting the Kree move the breasts around her bite instead, like in a
mock, playful struggle for control of the desired morsel.
Sue's breathing had become faster, more labored, and as she gasped with
her mouth open, the Shi'Ar pulled her face to hers and kissed her.
Flustered, Sue hesitated briefly before returning the unexpected kiss.
It had been a couple of years since last locking lips with another girl,
and she let the other do most of the work for a while before shyly
becoming more involved, her lips and tongue returning the caresses with
greater enthusiasm, enjoying her taste, distinctly different, but just as
pleasant, as that of Medusa, or Crystal, or Tigra, or Thundra.
The pale brunette relinquished her mouth only for the Kree to reach up
and pull Sue's head to her instead, kissing her with greater intensity.
The dark blue tongue dove forcefully down her throat, while the Shi'Ar
now bit at her shoulder. When Sue drew away, gasping for breath, the
Krylorian rose up, leaving the well-nibbled nipples, to press against
the blonde on tip-toes, and claim her own kiss. Sue's mouth was taken
from one deep kiss to another in rapid succession, while their caresses
of her body, the relentless fondling and licking, the scraping nails
over sensitive skin, grew in urgency.
Sue had thought she could face anything forced upon her, endure whatever
happened with cold detachment, but as she reluctantly felt more and more
affected by the relentless caresses of the three servants, she almost
wished that she could relax and bask in the simple sensual enjoyment of
the moment, forgetting for just a moment the abusive circumstances of
her situation, the coercion that had brought her to this.
And for a very brief instant, perhaps she almost did. Almost.
"Yes, yes, kiss, all of you," Dorrek muttered. "Use your tongues,
exchange spit, you sluts..."
Sue stiffened at the words, drawing back abruptly from the latest kiss
of the Shi'Ar, sharply reminded that no matter what these girls made
her feel, she just could not afford to lower her guard, to forget why
she was here, what was at stake, and the threat of what was yet to come.
Noticing Sue's rekindled reticence, the Krylorian let her hand slide
from the blonde's thigh to her mound, grazing up the pubis and then
diving for the cleft between the legs. Sue gasped and squirmed when
a finger parted her soft, moist labia with a long stroke that ended
at the toned butt-cheeks and then retreated between the swollen folds
until finding the small, delicate nub nestled under its fleshy hood.
Despite her original intention to refuse giving Dorrek the spectacle
he obviously wanted, Sue could not deny her body's natural reaction
as her clitoris was suddenly fingered with expert skill, and she let
out a loud, undeniable moan.
Matching her companion's escalation, the Kree knelt down to lick and
bite hungrily at Sue's creamy pert rear, exploring with one hand the
deep crevice behind the trembling cheeks, teasing with a fingertip
the puckered anal entrance. Startled, Sue jerked her hips forward,
away from such probing, but that made her push against the girl's
fingers at her front, and she also quickly pulled back, so that her
nervous squirming back and forth just made her grind against both of
their hands. The redhead smiled and moved down to her knees again,
to complement the work of her hands with her mouth, while the Shi'Ar
took over Sue's upper body to worry her nipples and neck with a
barrage of bites and licks.
While their hands and mouths worked on Sue, the Krylorian and Kree bade
her move to her legs further apart with firm guidance, to better access
her private parts, their tongues reaching as far and deep as Susan's
standing position allowed, fingers sliding and meeting again and again
in the wet valley between the labia. Once well-coated in her moisture,
two index fingers, one blue and and the other cherry-pink, zeroed onto
the contiguous intimate entrances to the blond Earthling's body, and
simultaneous penetrated her, vaginally and anally each one.
Sue moaned and reached for their heads, seizing blue and red hair in
each hand, trying ineffectually to hold back the assault on her core.
The two girls ignored her half-hearted attempt and focused on thrusting
their fingers knuckle-deep into her tight openings.
Sue's face was flushed so deeply that her color approached that of the
Krylorian. Under the Shi'Ar's teeth and hands, her breasts heaved with
her fast breathing, and her lower body began to tremble in response to
the fingers and tongues working her loins. Flustered, she realized
that no matter how much she tried to hold back, soon she would be made
to climax, and not softly or quietly, by the caresses of these girls,
these doubtlessly slave servants of the Skrull empire, while its evil
emperor and deadliest warrior watched her. But instead of derailing
her excitement, this disturbing awareness, and the nervous discomfort,
anger and near panic that it brought, somehow matched with the intense
physical stimulation, and actually edged her even closer to her
imminent moment of release, to her orgasms.
To her shame, she knew that she would not just merely come. She would
come hard, come loudly, come while these evil alien monsters watched her.
In some perverse, disturbing way, she would perhaps come even faster and
harder precisely because of that.
"Enough."
The three servants immediately stopped and withdrew, eyes downcast, at
Dorrek's curt order, before Sue could reach that point of no return.
She looked up, surprised, her breathing coming in hurried gasps, her
body trembling with the accumulated tension, the close proximity of its
release almost making her dizzy.
She did not know whether to feel relieved or shamefully disappointed.
It would not be that easy for her. No, it wouldn't.
He would make sure of it.
Dorrek stood up and walked towards the bath, his nervous fingers fidgeting with his robes.
He had planned to wait, to first allow other parts of his plans to play
out, and extend the preliminaries much further, but the woman had proved
even more exciting than he had expected, so much more exciting.
He could not wait. He would not wait.
Hurriedly, he discarded all of his clothes and came to the pool's edge.
Sue blanched.
Dorrek's thin, gangling limbs sprouted from a stocky body with a bulging,
low-hanging belly, the mottled shades of green of his skin even more
pronounced in those areas normally hidden from sight. But much more
low-hanging was the pendulous member dangling heavily between his legs
and reaching to his knobby knees, its dark green mass coursed by thick
veins and throbbing with its slowly increasing rigidity. The massive
bulbous head bore multiple corrugations deepening as they ran from its
tip to the irregular rim of the glans.
She stumbled back, aghast, almost slipping on the pool's floor, too
shaken to look away, her eyes locked on the danging alien member, her
mind full of horror, disgust and disbelief.
It had to be a trick, a Skrull shape-changing deception, a deliberate,
gross exaggeration meant to shock her, to frighten her with the sight,
with the menacing prospect of such monstrosity.
It just could not be really THAT big. Nothing could. Nothing natural.
Nothing human.
But Dorrek was not human. Dorrek was a Skrull.
And he wasn't even fully erect yet.
"Ah, fuck it!" Dorrek shook his head and turned about, walking away
from the bath. "Have her finish dressing and all that. Then have her
brought to me, as planned. Without delay." He stopped and glanced
quickly back at her. "It will be better anyway to... take my time."
He barged out of the room, naked, his phallus swinging grotesquely,
while he called out loudly, summoning his attendants.
Kl'rt turned towards Susan Storm. Color was barely returning to her
face, and she was staring at him, a strange expression in her large,
bright blue eyes.
Relief?
Gratitude?
Frowning, Kl'rt gave a curt series of orders to the slaves and exited the room.
The servants rinsed the soapy remnants off Sue's body, now with quick
efficiency, before leading her out of the water and towards a corner
translucent booth, where focused gusts of hot air helped them dry her.
The Shi'Ar servant took special care of her hair, using various exotic
implements to style the long blond locks into silken softness.
Susan let them attend her, acquiescent, trying to remain outwardly
composed, yet still deeply shaken, unnerved by what she had just seen,
and what it meant, for her, what was explicitly in store for her.
That... thing. That gruesome, monstrous thing.
She would have to... It would...
She shuddered.
It was too much. Just too much. Too horrifying, too absurd to even
contemplate. It did not even seem physically possible.
Yet she had agreed to it. She'd agreed for the sake of her loved ones.
No matter how disgusted and frightened she was, she could not back out,
not now, not if she wanted them to survive. Somehow, awful as it seemed,
she had to go along with Dorrek, long enough to buy them time, enough to
find some way out, some escape. The Fantastic Four always found a way.
But she had only three days to do it.
Unless she found an escape within the following hours, she would soon
have to somehow bear the revolting touch of that disgusting evil little
green creature, of his hands, of his mouth, and of that horrible thing
hanging obscenely between his skinny legs, nowhere little at all, but so
outrageously huge and green and horrible and outright frightening that
her legs trembled when even thinking of just having to touch it.
She closed her eyes, willing herself to focus on the all-important need
to seek and find their freedom, and banish from her mind that lingering
horrid image, that very dreadful idea, that should be absurd for her to
even contemplate, to even conceive at all, of touching that thing, and
much less of taking it, of being taken by it, of having it touch her,
enter her, penetrate her, so deeply and forcefully, hurting her so much,
filling her with so much of that horrible, gigantic green alien cock.
For an instant, her legs weakened, and gave. The strong hands of the
Kree grabbed and held her, keeping her upright. Embarrassed, Sue leaned
on the blue woman only for a moment, and straightened, regaining her
balance after her moment of weakness. All three women looked at her
intently, with apparent concern.
"Thank you," she muttered. "It... passed. I'm alright now."
It was the first time she had spoken to them, she realized. But there
was no comprehension on the Kree's face, only a calm, questioning look.
The aural translator was gone, of course, along with her uniform, and
she could not communicate with them any better that she had understood
the fast exchange between Dorrek and the Super-Skrull before they left,
sparing her, at least momentarily, from what had seemed about to happen.
She wondered what exactly had been said. Was she correct in feeling the
Super-Skrull was to thanked for her reprieve?
How close it had been. How close IT had been.
"Thanks," Sue repeated, looking at all three servants, smiling weakly
for reassurance. "I'm... fine. Really."
The bright-pink-colored Krylorian drew closer and smiled back, before
speaking softly, almost in a whisper: "Is alright. You afraid. Is alright."
Sue started, surprised at the words in English. "What? How-?"
"Is alright." The Krylorian held up her hands and drew both mutually
apart, nodding with a significant expression. "Is... big. Lot big.
You afraid. Is alright."
Sue's face warmed with a sudden blush, embarrassment following surprise.
"You can speak English? My language? Earth language?"
"Earth, yes." The girl's smile widened. "I... is good. With tongues."
Sue blushed more deeply. She would not dispute that assertion.
"You mean I'm alright to... be afraid?"
The Krylorian repeated the expansive gesture and arched her brows. "Yes. Is lot big. LOT."
Sue's faced remained warm. "He was... big, yes. Very big. That
just... surprised me. Just that. He must have... shape-changed."
She gestured uneasily, mimicking growth. "Changed it. Changed his...
member. To unsettle me. To frighten me. Surely it couldn't be always
so big, right? Right...?"
Her words trailed off, while the Krylorian quickly spoke to the other
servants in fast whispers. All exchanged meaningful glances, and
eyebrows were raised eloquently.
"Yes," the Krylorian whispered at Sue, while glancing at the sides with
obvious reference to being monitored. "Big. Yes. Always."
"Really?"
All girls nodded in reaction to her doubtful expression. The Kree added
something in a guttural mutter.
"Only good thing. About him," the Kylorian translated with an even
lower voice than before, before breaking into a nervous giggle.
"Only good thing? THAT thing? Are you joking? How can that be GOOD?"
The girl made a quick gesture for Sue to lower her voice and shrugged.
"Is lot big. Is good. Fill you... fill you good."
"You bet that must fill you up! How can it even-? Without-?" Sue
shook her head. "Wouldn't it just... hurt? Surely it'd hurt like hell!"
The girl frowned. "Hurt? Oh... hurt. Yes. Hurt. Lot. Lot hurt. Always."
She translated for the others and all nodded in agreement.
"Always hurt. But after... while? Good, too. Hurt, but good."
Sue stared at them. "Oh, my... You've all-?"
"He like. He happy. You hurt. But like. But good. He like. He happy. You happy. See?"
"What?"
The Kree muttered again, and the Shi'Ar shook her head.
"You... learn? Learn. Make he happy. You happy. Hurt, yes. Lot hurt.
Yes. But he happy. You learn. Hurt good. You learn... like. Lot.
Hurt? Yes. Hurt good. Lot. Then... good. Like. Lot." She pointed
at herself, then at the others. "You like lot. Like good. You.. come?"
"Come? You mean you-? You can-?"
The girl frowned. "Cum? Cum. You cum. Cum good. Cum lots. You like. Lots."
Sue stared with disbelief at the three women, unsure whether to be sad,
or worried, or both, for them, and for herself. They had surely been
forced to accept enduring what was demanded of them, in order to appease
their master and make their lives easier. Surely they could not really
mean that they had actually grown to... enjoy that size. It was hard to
believe that it was possible to even take something that size and have it
be anything less than actual torture.
She remembered her own experiences: how she had first playfully asked
Reed to use his stretching powers to make himself bigger inside her,
and how great it had certainly proved for her, that time and ever since.
It had truly given Reed a considerable advantage over Namor, sex-wise,
back in those early days of her... indecision.
But that had been just a couple of extra inches or so, not something... horse-sized!
She almost began pressing the girls further, but then shook her head.
Why was she wasting time on this?
Of course being worried was justified. And she should be fully aware
of each hardship involved in being forced to submit to Dorrek's designs,
to be ready to face them. But she had to move past that now.
Didn't she have more vital concerns on which she could use further information?
Before she could ask any further questions, one of the draperies at a
nearby wall moved aside, and a new servant entered the rooms, holding
aloft and before her a long metal tray bearing a carefully extended
item of cloth and other bundles. The Shi'Ar took this under her charge
by merely holding to one corner of the tray and drawing it to a side,
the whole thing floating effortlessly on air thanks to some gravitic
component. After a brief exchange of words, the new arrival bowed and
left the same way she had entered.
Sue stared at that point of exit. "Could it be possible to-?"
The Kree noticed her attention and quickly shook her head.
"Skrulls. Lot Skrulls," the Krylorian confirmed, in her faintest whisper yet.
Sue pursed her mouth. Of course there would be a heavy guard.
She tried to ask about other security arrangements, but her questions
were either not understood or deliberately ignored. Instead, the three
servants began to fuss over the new clothing items, extending the pieces
out for Sue while voicing words of obvious appreciation. It took her a
second look to realize that the long, skimpy dress made of seemingly
barely-there light-blue gauze and black strips, was actually recreating
the colors of her FF uniform, even including a disk reproducing their
"4" chest symbol as some kind of waist buckle or adornment.
All other similar questions met equal indifference, while the girls
began to dress her in the scanty outfit, which apparently did not include
any underwear.
Sue could not blame them for not wanting to get into trouble. They had
to worry about their own survival, and at least for now, Sue was just
another slave here. But while she was currently powerless, that didn't
mean she was helpless. She had her mind.
Perhaps she could lead them back to matters they would be more willing
to address. She needed all the knowledge she could get, if she wanted
to find a way out.
She had to understand the Skrulls.
She had to understand Dorrek.
"So... if Skrulls can change shape, why does Dorrek look... like he does?"
The Krylorian frowned at her. "Emperor Dorrek is Skrull."
"Yes, but why look weak and small? Not counting... there, of course.
But why not look tall and strong? Like... the Super-Skrull?"
"Super-?"
"The warrior with powers." She frowned, trying to remember the alien name.
"Kl'rt?"
"Kl'rt?" The Krylorian nodded and repeated the word at her companions,
both of whom, lifted their eyebrows in assent.
"Yes, why not look like him? Muscular and attractive-?" Sue blushed,
suddenly realizing what she had just said. "Well, not that I...
But he... I mean, Dorrek is certainly much worse to look at!"
The Kylorian chatted quickly with the others, smiling. She turned to
Sue with a glint in her eye.
"Kl'rt good too. Good look. Strong, yes. Big, yes." She gestured low. "Lot big too."
"Not that way!"
"Lot, lot big! You cum, too. Cum good. Cum lot!" She made very
suggestive motions and they laughed.
Flustered, Sue looked away. "That's not what I meant!"
Yet there had that moment in the infirmary, when it had briefly seemed
like Reed had just cheated on her, and she reacted angrily at his having
apparently become much bigger for Adora than he ever had for her. Much,
much bigger, to her shock and anger. So she had certainly noticed the
Super-Skrull's size, and the girls were not wrong at all in that. Could
that be something of the whole Skrull species?
Nervously, she tried to get back on track. "What I meant is: why doesn't
Dorrek improve his appearance with his power? Why not shape-change to
look... better? Or are their standards different?"
After some further elaborations, the servants spoke among themselves,
and the Shi'Ar went on for a while, her expression turned serious, as
did the Krylorian when finally addressing Sue.
"Bad... manners."
"Manners?"
"Skrulls, all change. More. Less. All change. You look. You are.
You... true. True you. Skrulls know."
"So they don't care about appearances? It isn't important for them?"
"No, no. Skrulls care. Is manners. Bad manners to... lie? Lie.
You lie. No... respect. No change, more true. True you. More respect."
Sue listened carefully to the halting explanations, trying to grasp the
psychological implications, the effects for a whole society. In a place
where anyone could change how they looked almost as easily as what they
said, where appearances could be manipulated as easily as words, then
willingly sustaining a constant appearance even when unsightly could be
perhaps a similar public gesture as keeping a given word when against
personal convenience. It could be a social or political expectation,
specially for those desiring public respect or status. Could Dorrek's
position, his hold onto power in the combative Skrull society, be partly
supported by his intentional showcase of his unchanged ugliness and the
corresponding social leverage it afforded?
But if being faithful to their true natures was so important for Skrulls,
then why have sex with females of other species? Could it be less about
personal desire and more of a gesture of dominance over an enemy?
Dorrek's behavior seemed to indicate differently.
Taking the women here as a representative sample, the emperor's harem
featured a wide range females of multiple human-like races, apparently
held as indentured slaves, with Sue now to become its latest addition.
Also, the Super-Skrull had clearly used his powers to seduce Adora
under false pretenses, effectively raping the Xandarian, without any
discernible strategic purpose beyond his personal satisfaction, and had
seemingly intended to do the same to her as well.
She felt uneasy recalling how he had forcefully held and kissed her,
back there at the Baxter Building's infirmary, just after having taken
advantage of Adora, not that the slut had protested at all at the time.
He had been... so forceful, aggressive, demanding. So unlike Reed.
Had he always meant to abuse her that way if he had ever defeated them?
How close had she been to such danger during their past encounters?
He certainly he had wanted her, right there. There was no doubt about it.
Much like with Dorrek.
So why did both want to fuck her? A woman of a different species?
Sue realized she was very sexually desirable by most standards, whether
of Earth or of other planets with similarly human-like inhabitants, but
even ignoring their shape-changing abilities, why would a Skrull regard
her, or any other female from a world with such obviously different basic
physiognomies, as so physically attractive as to influence the way they
handled their plans of planetary conquest? Was it somehow a convergent
evolutionary preference towards certain body proportions? Was it only
about her tits and ass, among Skrulls as well?
Or was it perhaps some kind of fetish? One not shared by all Skrulls?
Some personal deviance that could perhaps be exploited? Allow her to
better handle Dorrek?
Discomforting as the whole line of thought was, if she wanted to escape
and free her loved ones, she had to make use of every resource she could.
The servants had finished lacing her footwear and arranging her hair.
One of them was choosing among what looked like perfume bulbs.
She extended a hand to the closest of the three. "My name is Susan,
Susan Storm. My friends call me Sue."