She began to sway, sway slowly, shifting her weight from side to side,
loosening her shoulders and hips, letting her body rock and flow, gently,
to a silent rhythm.
Her hands went to her head and removed the adornments drawing her hair
back, freeing its long locks. Her head then arched back while moving
side to side, in time with her body's slow undulations, letting her hair
also flow side to side in slow swipes, a shifting cascade of shiny gold.
Her hands rose before her face, past her forehead and back through her
hair, back and down and onto her shoulders, where her fingertips moved
inward over her collarbones to join just under her neck, forearms held
now before her chest. They slid up her arched long neck, to her chin
and mouth. Then her lips parted slowly, very slowly, under her spread
fingertips, as she breathed out in a slow, extended exhalation.
Her hands then slid back down her chin and neck, and spread apart when
reaching her chest. She looked down at her pushed-out torso while her
nails grazed the straps of thin cloth over her breasts, her deliberately
slow and heavy breathing making them rise and fall under the hand's slow
progress. Following the stretched fabric, her hands reached her abdomen
and then backtracked up between the straps, along her flat midsection
and up her cleavage, before moving down again towards her waist and lower,
her body still swaying all the while.
The muttering of the crowd had subdued, as the party-goers gradually
became silent, following Susan's motions with more devoted attention.
Whoever was in charge of ambiance showed instinctive understanding of
the situation and changed the background music to a slow, rhythmical
cadence played with random unearthly alien clicks and vibrations.
Upon reaching the circular, brooch-like buckle with the four-symbol
low under her stomach, her hands spread to the sides following the
strips radiating over her hips, before running up and down her sides,
repeatedly rubbing the heel of her hands from lower rib-cage to the
upper sides of her thighs. Her hands then repeated the same vertical
movements closer to the center of her body, from the front of her
thighs up to her breasts, slowly squeezing and lifting each up under
their coverings before moving back down. A last squeeze was slower
and with more pressure, bunching her breasts together to form deep
cleavage before sliding her hand low and to the inside her now spread
thighs. There they gently rose under the front cloth strip hanging
her legs, towards the junction above.
Dorrek leaned forward, smiling with anticipation.
Abruptly, Sue spun about, facing away from the emperor, and leaned
forward, low, hands sliding down her legs all the way to the ankles.
Her hair fell to the floor, with her bottom, covered only by its thin
strip of hanging cloth, oriented towards Dorrek. She rose slowly,
sliding her hands along her legs, until she was again upright, hands
moving back from her hips over her butt-cheeks, fingers spreading to
squeeze her firm rounded flesh.
She let her head fall back, arching backwards until her hair reached to
her bottom, her gluteus muscles tightening, and then she jerked forward
again, dipping low, her hair pooling on the floor again, but with her
hands remaining on her now raised bottom, before they slid down her
legs again, with deliberate slowness.
With each dip forward and consequent straightening up, Sue spread her
legs further and further apart, while letting her hands slide up and
down along different paths over her legs in each instance.
Grabbing now her ankles while peeking back between her spread legs,
she swayed her bottom side to side.
Sue did wide rotations of her torso, her hair sweeping energetically
over the floor, and then she straightened up and turned about, striding
resolutely towards Dorrek.
The emperor frowned, as she stopped before him, hands on her hips,
breathing hard. His hand moved towards his opposite wrist.
Calmly, she lifted one foot and placed it on the couch by his side.
She then leaned forward, bending deep at the knee, running one hand
slowly along the length of her leg, from ankle to thigh, and then
moving back to upright position before leaning forward and doing it
again, leaning lower and closer to Dorrek with each motion.
Smiling, Dorrek reached up for her leg, but Sue then sprang back,
hands on hips, shaking her head with a faint smile.
She then lifted her other leg and repeated the process.
Again Dorrek tried to grab her and again she pulled away.
When Dorrek tried once more to grab her, Sue seized his wrist firmly instead.
He tensed, but she smiled calmly at him and rotated her hand around his
so they faced palm to palm, opening her fingers to interlace with his.
Reassured, he leaned back and let her grab his other hand and do the same.
Holding onto him by both hands for balance, Sue brought her knee down
to the couch by his side, and then placed the other by his other side,
effectively kneeling over him, astride his legs. Still gripping him
tightly, she began to sway, pushing her hips forward and back above him,
and leaning forward and settling lower over him, so her chest bounced
and jostled fetchingly above his face, precariously held by the twin
thin straps, and her rocking lower parts occasionally brushed over the
rising bulge on his lap.
Her motions brought her body lower and lower, so that she swiped hard
against him, and he could feel her tremble slightly at the contact,
yet not disengaging, while her chest jiggled more tantalizingly close
as well. He pushed upward with his hips in her next pass, and she rose
high, avoiding him at first, but then moved low again, and slowly let
her lower parts rub with greater pressure against him. He felt the
tension in her body and saw her close her eyes tight, as she actually
pushed forcefully against him now, grinding with deliberate pressure,
rubbing hard against him, letting him feel her softness.
He smiled. The bitch was an even hotter slut than he had expected.
He could feel her actually leaving the cloth over his hard member
wet with her juices.
She pushed down harder than ever, grinding her hips now in shorter arcs,
rocking faster in jerking motions, her hands squeezing his own tightly,
her arms quivering with visible tension. Her torso arched back and then
forward. Her breathing grew faster.
Dorrek stared. Was she...?
She jerked once more, harder than ever, and then stopped, leaning over
him, her head low, close to his, her long, loose blonde hair falling
forward over him, her mouth opened as she breathed fast and hard, making
her breasts shake slightly with each intake of air.
Dorrek could feel her trembling, against him.
He pushed forward, his wide mouth aiming for hers, for those rosy lips
spread open, so invitingly, so near him, demanding attention with the
labored breaths escaping them.
Abruptly, Susan jumped back, leaning hard against his hands to push her
whole body off his and the couch, her feet landing on the floor, spread
apart, her legs straight and her hips and rear thrown as far back as
possible, while she still held onto his hands with her arms stretched
out, still leaning forward before him.
Her weight on his hands made his bent arms rest against the back of the
couch, so that she leaned forward even lower and closer, her face coming
closer to his again, temptingly, but making it hard for him to lunge
forward to meet it. Her face was partially covered by her hair, and
her breathing was still loud and fast.
He smiled, his own breathing reflecting his excitement. "Did you-?"
Before he finished the question, she threw herself forward and lower,
with her legs still straight and her rear held high, her head turned
to a side, until her chest brushed against his thighs. She then began
to inch backwards while wiggling her shoulders, so her cushion-y bosom
rubbed against his legs as she retreated, their hands still joined as
she let him push her back. Still holding to him, she then let her
legs bend and knelt down before him, with her chest resting fully on
his knees, the large globes bunched and lifted high, jiggling softly
as she still rocked her shoulders, while looking up at him with bright
blue eyes peeking behind her curtain of blonde hair, her mouth still
open. He could feel her heart beating fast through her chest pressed
against his knees.
She surely had, he knew. The slut.
She bent forward slightly more, her face, her mouth, her open lips,
approaching the place where his robe bulged up visibly.
He held his breath, expectantly.
Sue turned her head, throwing her hair to a side, so only her cheek
brushed, gently, against the raised ridge on his lap, pressing against
its hardness just barely, while she pulled his right hand up, towards
the now exposed nape of her neck, drawing his fingers just below the
neutralizer neck-band and towards the clasp that joined there the two
upper body straps of her dress.
Dorrek winced with disappointment, but understood her intent, and
quickly unfastened the clasp.
Sue heard Ben yelp briefly and then turn silent, but she drew her lips
tighter and did not look back.
As the twin straps loosened and fell from her shoulders, she let go of
the Skrull emperor's hands and rose, stepping up and back, while holding
her arms before her chest, covering herself. She turned her back to
Dorrek, swaying again as she moved, and let each of the strips fall off
completely from her upper body, one after the other, so the lengths of
cloth now hung down from the fastener just under her waist, joining the
front length already hanging between her legs.
She spread her legs apart and dipped forward again, letting her breasts
jostle fluidly against the barrier of her arms with her motions as she
swayed vigorously in that position for several seconds. Then she stood
up straight and turned, walking again towards Dorrek, her arms now held
horizontally before her chest.
Standing now right before Dorrek, Sue extended one hand out, leaving
only one arm to partially cover her bosom, her considerable exuberance
making it quite inadequate for that task. She was still breathing hard,
and her bunched breasts rose and fell considerably behind her forearm.
Dorrek complied to her unspoken request, extending his hand, that she
took by the wrist and drew towards her body. She placed it, palm-first,
against her now exposed stomach, moving it down so his fingers brushed
against her navel, reaching the circular fastener set low just under
her stomach and above her pubis, then drawing it back up, over her
taut, faintly-trembling midsection, towards her chest. Slightly arching
forward at the wrist the arm holding her bosom, to allow space, Susan
then slid Dorrek hand under it, and onto her breast.
His hand was dry and rough over her soft, smooth skin. Her nipple was
stiff and tender as he rubbed it.
Leaning forward against his grasp, pushing against his hand as it firmly
cupped her teat, she lifted a leg and stepped again up onto the couch,
placing her foot on it, by his side, her leg bent at the knee. Her other
leg went to his other side, knee down on the couch, half-kneeling over
him, while she held his hand against her chest.
She pushed her hips forward, closer to him, and his eyes moved down,
focused hungrily on the treasure faintly visible behind the thin cloth
hanging low under her waist. His other hand moved to the outer side
of her thigh, sliding up, pulling her closer to him.
Susan's free hand slid slowly along his outstretched arm, caressing his
forearm, as his hands squeezed now both her teat and one buttock.
His face moved forward, towards the junction of her legs.
As all guards rushed towards the spot where the Thing had thunderously
crashed the party, Sue twisted nimbly before Dorrek, throwing one leg
over his arm and pulling him down and off the couch, while holding his
right arm tightly to her chest, locking both legs against his body in
a jumping arm-bar, using the leverage and strength of her legs, just as
Colleen Wing had taught her in ne-waza, the floor grappling practice of
her jujitsu classes.
With a wet noise, Dorrek's arm snapped at the elbow.
The emperor screamed, flailing in pain on the floor, but his voice was
lost in the loud chaos of multiple panicked party-goers fleeing and
guards shooting at the stunned Thing in the center of the wreckage from
his fall. Susan held onto Dorrek's limp arm, twisting it further, and
quickly tapped at the control band on his wrist, repeating the patterns
she had watched him use and had carefully memorized.
The holographic sensor pad, however, did not accept her commands.
She cursed between her teeth. She had feared it was keyed to Dorrek's
specific genetics, but had hoped that retaining contact with his wrist
would be enough.
Dorrek kept yelling in the Skrull language, and his arm, locked between
her legs and wedged against her hip and torso, suddenly jerked and
twisted, shifting and reshaping itself, undoing the dislocation and then
slipping from her hold with the ease afforded by shape-changing. Still
hollering for his guards, he tried to get up, but Susan pulled a foot
back and quickly kicked him in the face, repeating the blow again and
again, until he fell back unconscious, all while dozens of Skrulls and
humanoids of many other species ran wildly around them.
Quickly, Susan rolled to her feet and taking advantage of the confusion,
joined the fleeing mob.
She ran barefoot and bare-chested, again holding her bosom with her arm,
while forcing her way through the multitude crowding the exit, but many
of the female slaves all about were also topless, so she hopes she
would be able to blend in.
She had to get away, and quickly. Despite her self-defense training,
Sue held no illusion about being able to fight a trained warrior for
a weapon, so her priority was to get out of the palace complex before
the chaos subsided.
She had to escape the neck-band's range, by gaining enough distance or
having dense obstacles in-between to mute its reception. If that did
not stop its dampening effect, she would need to disable its functions
some way, perhaps improvising something at some clandestine hardware shop.
She would then return to free the others.
A heavy hand fell on her shoulder. "YOU! EARTHWO-!"
Crying out with recognition, Hagar grabbed the woman's shoulder.
He would take her into his custody and make the most of this stroke of luck.
He turned her about, to face him, and her bouncing bare breasts came
into full view, so big and round, the hard nipples pointing up, just
as the heel of her hand came up towards his face.
Dazed, his back somehow now against the floor, Hagar saw the Earth-woman
stand above over him, all long legs and heaving breasts, their underside
view proving quite flattering to their size and shape. She lifted one
leg up, affording Hagar a quick, exciting peek at her private parts past
the shifting lower cloth strap. Her foot then connected with his face
and he saw no more.
Quickly, Susan tore off a piece of dark cloth from Hagar's robe and
covered her head, gathering her blond hair under it, its hue being
probably the most distinctive part of her appearance in this place.
She could not risk being recognized again.
She then rushed among the frantic party-goers crowding the corridor,
forcing her way through their numbers, leaving the unconscious fat
Skrull behind without a second look.
Suddenly, the fleeing crowd stalled, their advance abruptly halted,
as they piled desperately into a stacked, struggling mass that could
not advance, blocked by something before them, something sealing the
corridor, damming their escape. Some cried out in fear, others struck
wildly against it, their blows harmlessly halted by a barrier that
could not be seen.
An invisible barrier.
Susan cursed, and turned to run the other way.
The Super-Skrull stood there, arms crossed before his wide chest.
"Going somewhere?"