Guardians of the Zone: Drugged by the gang leader

Susan Storm-Richards sat nervously in the passenger seat of the speeder car. Where were they going. Why had she agreed to a date with this punk. Why had she dressed like this. She checked her blue skirt. Sort of modest. Still a skirt. Her tight white top. Not her most modest, but still. Why had she made her makeup so heavy and down her hair so well. Why was she so excited about this date. The boy was just that...a kid. Just turned eighteen and a punk to boot. There was something about him though and Susan couldn't deny it. She crossed her legs looking down at her high heels. She was dressed like...like a teen. Like a....like a lil schutta, as the kids of this world say.

Good thing she was drunk.

Sue sighed, she sipped the brown liquid alcoholic Tharg's bottle. The pair was passing a Tye-stick and the bottle, alternating as the teen drove the two person hover speeder. He wore a white suit which made his orange skin pop and his blue hair. He was handsome. She'd admit that. She handed him the bottle and took the cigarette. She was concerned about his drinking and driving. Not so much if he could do it, but the consequences if they got caught.

She shouldn't feel so nervous. So enthralled by this youth. But here she was barely saying a word. The woman who killed a Celestial. He put his hands on her knee and she almost melted. Didn't she hate this youth. She watched as they made there way up a hover lane. Up to a mountain that floated in the air. Past rows of hover-cars each taking position. The boy seemed on a mission. He shocked Susan when they made it to a field of humungous flowers that towered up like trees. He held her stomach. "Hang on!". The speeder shot up a thick stock of one of the purple flower trees.

Sue could see other speeders on large petals the size of roofs. All teens. They must know something the public doesnt, she thought. Foggy windows suggested the purpose of this place.

They managed to find the petal that stood the tallest over the city in the distance. The ocean to their right and resort to the left. It was striking and beautiful. Dracce parked. The twins moons were already rising. "Beatiful!" She breathed softly. It truly was.

"You are!" He stated. He was looking at her. She hadn't noticed but when she turned her head his eyes were on hers.

"Smooth," she joked. This time, when the teen moved in his seat, closing his eyes and pushing his head and lips towards Sue, she gave no resistance. Once again, Susan found herself kissimg a teenage alien boy. Passionately. Their hands searched one anothers body. She gave him room to cup her heavy breast. He was a horny teen. She broke the kiss to joke. "Do you take all the hotel guests up here."

He smiled. "Just the smoking hot Earthlings." He added.

She laughed. "Good answer." Then she went back to pushing her lips to his. Her hand found his waist. There was a naughty idea. Susan pulled off the kiss. "Have you ever done Crawl?" She asked.

Dracce looked at her. "Slow-mo?" He nodded. "Have you?"

Susan Storm-Richards bit her lip. "No...but i have some."

Twenty minutes later, Susan was sitting on a couch in the dirty unfinished area of the hotel. They had decided that being seen doing Crawl might get them arrested in the open. This place was safe. Dracce promised they'd hear someone coming. Despite this, Susan was staring at her name scrawled on the wall with alien words that meant 'is a horny slut'. "I know what that means you know!."

Dracce was still confident. "I think its true." He said preparing the inhaler Susan had produced from his bag.

She playfully elbowed him. "Watch it kid."

"Here," Dracce, stunned he was about to do Crawl with Susan Storm eagerly held $or her the ihhaler, charged with the strong narcotic.

She knew she shouldn't be with this kid. Knew she shouldn't be drunk like this...again. Knew she shouldn't be doing this drug. But recently...she'd felt...so...so bored. Since returnting from the Zone life had become so mundane again. Stop galactus with the Fantastic Four. Fight bank robbers with Janet. Prevent an incursion from Annihilus with the Guardians...

...rinse...repeat.

This was something different. Something new. How bad could this be. The Danae lady stated it would change the way she looked at the world. 'Don't knock it until you try it' the drug addicted woman had chastised Susan.

Now, Sue put her head to the inhaler's tip. It was just going to be a little fun. Just like making out with this boy, she wasn't going to take it much further than....

Swoooosh!!

The teen hit the button on the cartridge. A mist of green came from the top and swirled down through the tub and into Susan's mouth.

"Huuuuuuuhhhhhhh," Sue sucked in the surprisingly sweet, no wonderfully sweet tasting drug. She kept sucking and sucking it down. Well, that's what it felt like. Her lungs burned. Like fire. A never-ending fire. Suddenly something slowly crept from Sue's mouth. No longer a green mist that she would see if she hadn't inhaled, a dance of colors swirled from her mouth. A rainbow, thought Sue. That's what Danae was trying to explain. Was there no word for it in Mydon. "Huuuuuuuuhhhhhh," she finally breathed out after what seemed like hours. A plume of bright colored smoke bellowed from her lungs, throat and mouth. Every color she'd ever know and somehow more swirled. Her smoke suddenly joined the boys. She hadn't even noticed he took a hit.

Susan couldn't help but stare in awe at the colored smoke. There seemed to be a prismic affect on anything bathed in light. It was wonderul. Nothing mattered in that moment. Like the world hasld rolled off her shoulders. It took her a lifetime to even turn her head and see her date, his eyes purple bloodshot, as she no doubt was herself. He smiling and watching the smoke pour from both of their lips himself. Were they not done breathing out the smoke? How much had she taken in.

She felt a hand on her knee. It took her forever just to look down to see the teen's orange hand on her knee. It felt like his hand was a thousand degrees.

Susan could barely move. On the other hand the teen seemed to move at lightning speed. Each touch felt intense and prolonged. He ran up her thigh, his fingers burning her leg. Just when she thought he'd snake his hand up, he pushed it down on her skirt. Suddenly she felt his mouth on her neck. Soon it moved up. And the fucking little shit was sucking on Susan's ear in the back of hotel. Her body was on fire. She kept trying to fight it, to fight the sensation, to fight the horny boy. She never intended to go this far.

The boy's fingers were pressing on her skirt. Inexperience reared its head. But he found her place. He pressed the skirt. Right over her sensitive area. Cross your legs, she told herself, in an effort to protest. But everything seemed so fucking slow. She knew the horny kid was searching with his hand for her pussy mounds, covered in the skirt. Would he ever find it? How long had he been searching? A month. She still felt the heat of his hand. While she told herself to cross her legs, she tried, and it took her an hour to even move them. Or so she felt.

During her struggle to cross her legs, the searching teens hand found the top of her skirt covered caneltoe slit and pressed right on her clitoris. For what seemed like ages Susan's mouth swung open, slowly, ever so slowly to let out a gasp at the incursion. Why had she dressed so suggestively for this punk? She was paying for it.

Despite her protests and resistance, the boys constant seemingly never ending searching for her panty covered pussy had her body eager and dripping in her loins. When he found the sensitive bud to press, Susan's resistance broke, if there ever was any and she came hard.

She watched in shock and horror as the boys head turned and moved towards hers. Her body cumming hard for what felt like an hour, her mouth agape. She couldn't fight the hungry horny teens lips when they smashed upon hers. A tongue ever so slowly pushed into her mouth. She wanted to fight, but her head turned slowly and her tongue pushed slowly against the boys.

This truly had gome too far.

You're kissing this little punk, she told herself, unable to stop the slow passionate kiss. You're doing it...again.

A warm hand found her navel, and searched for the waistband of her skirt. Would he ever find it? It felt like he was searching forever. She was so eager for his hand to just slip inside. Why? Did she truly want this? The hand move around and finally dipped down, past her uniform and below her white panties. She finally felt the warm fingers slide down her skin. Fingers that burned as they slowly crept down past her panties. Slowly and further and farther. It drove her insane. It seemed like an eternity as the fingers slid down, and suddenly hit her slit. Her now sopping wet slit.

The boys fingers hit her clit and she came hard again, an impossibly long orgasm. Her legs were not crossed, instead wide open. Her hips pumping up. It was now her tongue that pushed into the teens mouth and her head pushing his down in a reverse of the control of the passion of the kiss.

Her own hand running up his right thigh. Where was it? The thing she searched for? How long would it take to...there...the bluge. Her fingers gripped the hard cock in the boys pants.

You're making out with an eighteen year old alien kid, Susan, she told herself. Getting fingered no less.

And she now had his cock in her hand. He had taunted her with it for days. Now she finally felt it. So hard. So hot. Her powers, on some instinctual level kicked in on their own, or so it felt like. She felt the boys zipper begin to slide open. Her hand lifted to allow the pants to come open. She hesitated as his underwear moved. Then after an eternity she resettled her hand on the bugle. Now a hard orange cock released from its clothing prison. Hot like scalding iron to Susan's touch. The boy moaned in her mouth. The drawn out moan made her think she was hurting him.

She didn't care. The heat of his fingers dipped into her sopping pussy was causing her to cum wildly and uncontrollably. There was a puddle under her. This would be payback she thought and began to stroke the hard orange cock. For taunting her, teasing her, seducing her. His shaft seemed so long. She couldn't even find the base. It took her a lifetime to feel his heavy balls hit the bottom of her hand as she pumped.

To the two "jumpers" time was at a standstill. Fingering and jerking for an eternity. For passersby, and there were several, it looked like teens making out and giving each other hand-scuzzing as it was called. Few stopped to see the human woman was Sue Storm, they left the pair alone.

Except one very jealous onlooker. Drex simply couldn't believe that Dracce had shown up. He saw him in the parking lot. With her. She'd followed him and held his hand as they strolled down the path. Were they dating. Drex followed and was shocked when the pair did Crawl. Susan Storm did Crawl...with his asshole cousin? Then Drexson's young heart broke when Susan ans Dracce began to kiss. Like two people who clearly had before. Green bland mist poured from their mouths and they acted as if they were seeing the Crossroads of Infinity.

And while Susan felt like Dracce's fingers were burning her to cumming and her hand couldn't pump hard enough and was so slow, Drex saw the reality. Dracce's fingers were under Sue's blue skirt. An occasional moan escaped from Sue's lips right into Dracce's mouth followed by a splashing sound. It happened like four times, a small puddle began to flow from between Susan's legs and drip on the floor.

Meanwhile Dracce was now staring at the ceiling. It felt like an eternity for him just to look up. He was winning once again. Getting hie beauty. Now close to scuzzing. The buildup welled inside his balls. It hurt like hell to be honest.

Drex could see his cousins face. As if he was looking up at the gods themselves. There was a sudden pain on his face. A wincing motion on his features.

Susan felt Dracce's alien hand release her pussy. Finally. The beated hand letting go of its hostage pussy...but why? The kiss was broke. Dracce spent and hour lifting his head. Suddenly Susan heard a grunt. A slow guttural low groan. She spent her time moving her head to glimpse the prick in her hand. When she finally saw the tip a colorful display of liquid shot up from the cockhole like a geyser.

"Ohhhhhh wowwwww!" Susan smiled surrounded by the beauty of shimmering multicolored cum spraying up like a geyser. It showered her and she reveled in the glowing beauty covering her chest, her skirt and her legs.

Dracce was in a heaven he had never known. On his eighteenth birth cycle he was finally being handscuzzed by a female. A beauty from earth. THE Susan Storm. He had time to lower his head, still cumming to see the geyser of kaleidoscopic cum raining down on Sue. It went on for hours.

In reality, Drex watched the whole thing. His cousins face turned from pain to pleasure and relief and release. Shots of gray scuzz plopped out a few times all over Susan. Dracce grunted like a wild hogar. The pair acted as if they were watching a negastar be born.

Drex watchd Susan hold her hands out like she was covered in Vonsalvant gems and not gray cum. "It's soooo beautifuuuuul." She said in a drawn out manner.

Suddenly like a sling shot, while admiring the beauty, Sue felt herself almost pulled back to normal time. It was jarring and uncomfortable. Painful. Head ached. She put her cum covered hand to her head. "What the fuck!"

Dracce, accustomed to it all knew, as it happened to him as well. "You're coming back....it sucks."

Sue found herself shaking her head. "I don't wanna be back!" She admitted. She understood Danae now. It wasn't fair. This version of reality.

Dracce got out his bag of Tzin. He lined one long line on his figners. "This will help!"

Susan took a long snort of the drug off the teen's fingers. It did help. Instantly.

That's when they heard a gasp. Sue looked up, holding her head. It was Drex. "Is your cousin watching us?"

"Told you he was a loser!" Dracce said wrapping an arm around the Invisile Woman.

"Yuck...I.....I think he's got a boner," Sue sighed holding her hurting head. "Dude just beat it...I mean leave." She waved Drex off. Dracce laughed at Sue's correction. "Do whatever you want just not here." She shooed him away.

Drex felt ashamed. He'd never self-skuzzed despite the girls insistance. He began to walk away.

"I need a fucking drink," Susan angrily grumbled. "When can we go back. When can we jump again?" She knew it would be an hour at least.

"Hour." The young punk added. Any earlier would fry their brains. Dracce called to Drex. "Can you grab us a bottle dude. Tharg's or Angargal's?"

Susan waved her arms. "Uh...uh. Not that dude. He can't even find the good stuff, let alone make a drink."

Drex again felt shame. Now at Sue Storm's words instead of his cousins. He watched the heroin stand up and disappear from view. Suddenly his cousin disappeared as well.

"Whoa!" Dracce called from seemingly thin air.

"Come here," Sue's voice spoke. "Let me get your hand!"

Drex felt breeze just then and his cousin grunted. "Uhhh...that's not my hand!" His cousins voice was further down the path heading back to the finished resort.

"I can still lead you with this thing!" Sue's voice moving down the corridor spoke.

Drex felt embarassed. And horny as hell. He stood feeling stupid for watching his cousin and Susan. But why his cousin? Why did he get her? Why was she dressed up for the jerk? Were they on a date? Jealousy and envy filled the teen. He was close to leaving but heard footsteps. And laughter.

Coming down the hall was Susan, her heels clicking. Drex watched his cousin's arm around Sue's waist. In his other hand was a bottle of dark liquid. Sue was swigging her own bottle. "You're the one who almost got us caught!" She laughed.

"You had me by the dick!" Dracce reminded her.

Sue shrugged walking. "Easy thing to hold onto!"

The pair stopped suddenly and Sue turned to Dracce. Right there on the path Drex watched them kiss. Dracce's hand sank under Sue's skirt. When this happened she slapped him playfully. The pair walked arm in arm back to rhe area with the couch. Back to the area where Drex stood nervously.

"You're still here dude?" Sue laughed. "Shows over dude!" She plopped down on the couch. She was chugging the bottle in her hand. She looked up. "Want some?" She offered some to Drex.

Dracce sat next to Susan. "He doesn't drink!"

Drex shook his head. "Im working!"

His cousin corrected him. "You're not on the clock dude. You just don't have anything else to do!" Dracce put his arm around Susan. "Its his eighteenth cycle period," Dracce explaind that his whole crew had been 'hatched' this month eighteen cycles ago.

"It's your birthday dude," Sue handed him the bottle. "Just drink!"

Drex took the bottle. He then tipped it to his mouth and let a good amount flow into his throat. Too fast and too quick, it burned instantly and made him cough.

Sue and Dracce laughed hard almost falling off the couch. Sue lit a Tye-stick and shared it with Dracce. They watched in disbelief as Drex kept coughing.

Sue stood up. "First sip of booze dude!" She rubbed Drex's back. "Try this," Sue offered the Tye-stick but Drex refused. "Stop being lame kid!" She insisted.

Now the teen took a drag for the first time. Again he was coughing. But he wasnt in pain. His head swam and he felt light. Both drunk and high he warbled on his feet.

"One shot and a puff off a tye-stick," Sue laughed sitting back down. "Light weight."

Sue and Dracce drank and smoked. Drex stood, the best he could. He took another shot. This time of Tharg's. And another haul off the tye-stick. He watched through bloodshot eyes as Sue and Dracce snorted a red dust. Dracce was saying something about Drex. But Sue shook her head. They laughed and whispered. And soon they kissed. Drex opened his mouth pretending it was him. The pairs tongues moved around one another. A pink human tongue and a blue Mydonian tongue. It looked so lewd, thought Drex. But fun.

Drex was losing his ability to think clearly. He found himself in the back of Dracce's speeder, stuffed behind the front seat and passenger seat. Sue was sitting in passenger seat. She was talking to Dracce about something. A fast food restaurant was their first stop.

"Its a date," Susan joked. "You pay!" She rubbed Dracce's head.

"You guys are on a daaate?" Drex asked sad, jealous, drunk and conusfused. "You're sooo lucky Dracce!" He didn't recall the drive-through. But suddenly he had food.

Sue laughed, looking back, she was suddenly eating a Maazlo burger. "Is he alright?"

Pieces and parts. That's all Drex had.

Food. Then a drive. A fast drive. Up a electro-stalk. Where they going up to Speeder Point. They were. The tip top. Two twin suns. Dracce and Sue....kissing. In the car. Then out.

Drex recalled them standing off in front of car. Holding hands. Kissing. Then...then it happened. Dracce lifted her skirt. Yeah, it happened. Dracce had Sue's skirt up, exposing her white human ass in schutta like panties. Barely a string. Blue. Her ass mesmerized Drex. Then his cousins hands were on that ass squeezing it.

Now, memories of being back in the car. Sue and Dracce whispering and laughing. Green smoke. The smell of exhaust. Were Dracce and Sue doing Crawl. They must have. Purple eyes. Slow movments. Where did Sue's head go? It was gone. But was that her hair. In Dracce's lap. His cousin was looking up again, searching the skies.

That noise, Drex recalled that noise. A slurping. Like a fizzy drink and the end. Constant. Sue's hair, but not her head. Bobbing. Up and down. Slurping. Her head was up. She wiped some purple from her lips and chin. She kissed Dracce and said "happy birthday".

Drex couldn't remember much more. He woke up in the midnight with a headache in his academy bed. His cousin in the bunk across slept, snoring.

Drex had a hardon that kept him awake and a burning image of Susan Storm-Richards ass. He found himself unable to stop himself. He pulled his cock out of his pants and pulled it to the image of Susan's ass burned in his head. It didn't take long for a pleasure unlike anything he'd known built in his loins. The teen ejaculated his seed so hard it splashed the wall behind him, and his face and chest. The boy fell asleep moment later covered in 'scuzz'.

A birthday for both. Very different days.