Making sure everyone knows, no one is safe...

Sue wasn’t dressed in latex, but rather silk. She walked into the office of Tony Stark’s penthouse workshop.

“Sue,” Tony said, “I was hoping to speak with Reed.”

“He is tied up in his work as usual,” Sue rolled her eyes, “Literally, Ben is helping untie him from reaching all over the labs.”

Tony laughed. Sue reached into her purse and pulled out a few external hard drives. She handed them to the billionaire hero and inventor.

“What are you working on?” Sue asked mildly curious.

“Oh this?” Tony slapped a metal box on his work bench, “Missile launchers.”

“Please tell me there are no missiles in it right now,” Sue arched an eyebrow.

“No,” Tony smiled, “This is the fire control unit, the 3d printed tube is over there and the missiles themselves are being 3d printed for aerodynamics testing downstairs.”

“You never can tell sometimes,” Pepper said as she came in, “Sue.”

“Are you wearing hearing protection?” Sue asked.

“Naw, just listening to music while I work,” Tony smiled and removed the Bluetooth ear buds, “I am just checking the screw down points right now.”

“He has been throwing it against all the walls and what not,” Pepper sighed.

“Sorry about splashing you,” Tony repeated.

“Splashing?” Sue asked.

“I was working next to the pool outside and Tony just tossed it into the pool from the balcony above,” Pepper crossed her arms across her chest.

“Sorry, I said sorry!” Tony said.

“Ok, I am going to interrupt here,” Sue said not wanting to witness careless genius husband’s making an idiot of themselves in another household, “In stead I am going to say…”

Sue let out a purr.

*

Hank stopped and stretched. He looked at his watch and sighed. Hank cleaned up his stuff and went over to check on Janet. Janet was working on a pink… something, completely oblivious to anything going on in the world around him. Hank smiled and went to the kitchen and made some dinner. Elbow pasta and pre-made pasta sauce with pre-cooked ground beef mixed in. Not a fancy dinner, but it was calories and nutrients. Hank filled two bowls and grabbed a bottle of grape juice.

“Janet!” Hank called, “Janet!”

Janet looked around after Hank called her name a second time.

“Hay,” Janet said, “What do you have?”

“Dinner,” Hank smiled.

“Dinner,” Janet said looking at her watch, “It’s only… oh. Ok. Yeah, dinner.”

Hank smiled.

“Here,” Hank handed Janet a bowl.

*

Hank and Janet walked back towards Hanks lab after having shared dinner together.

“So you have upgraded the Pym Particle containment?” Janet asked.

“Sort of,” Hank said, “I have the increased the system capacity by thirty percent in the simulations.”

“Now you need to check the simulations against reality?” Janet asked.

Hank smiled, as much as people tended to write off his wife as a vapid bimbo, she wasn’t an idiot.

“Yeah,” Hank said, “And of course I need a buddy to monitor things while I go over the modifications…”

Hank stopped and wiped his forehead. He felt odd all of a sudden. As he looked behind him, Janet was looking at him like it was their wedding night. Hank had to admit that she seemed really hot to him too… The sound of a door opening broke them out of their lustful glares.

“What the hell?” Hank shouted at the sight of the shiny black woman, “Who are you?”

“That doesn’t matter right now,” the mechanic female voice intoned, “What maters is that you two have to make babies right now, and I have other things to do.”

“Hank…” Janet half said, half moaned.

Hank turned back to his wife and forgot all about the intruder that was going into his lab. Both husband and wife started making out and having sex together right there in the hallway. Janet ended up on her face and knees with Hank behind her fucking her doggy style.

*

Sue strutted back out of Hanks lab sealed behind her black latex catsuit. She had the tech that Janet had described to her and Janet was getting rammed in the ass by Hank thanks to Sue’s use of Catnip in the hallway that they wondered into. Janet was lost in pleasure as Hank rammed his cock into her with wild abandonment. Sue wanted to join in, but she knew that she needed to make her escape. Later she would enjoy a dose of catnip with her fellow kittens back at her goddess’ temple of fetish fuckery.

“Harder,” Janet gasped, “Harder.”

*

Sue was in her private room with her pets Peter and MJ hard at work. Sue was in her blue latex catsuit, MJ in the tiger stripe latex catsuit, and Peter in his spider cat latex suit. Sue was bouncing up and down with Peter’s cock up her ass and MJ eating out her pussy.

*

Hank looked like hell.

“What the hell happened to you?” Tony asked.

“Tony,” Hank collapsed into a chair, “Last night we had a run in with the rubber cat lady.”

“What happened?” Tony asked.

“She used the over rides and walked into our building,” Hank said, “Then she pumped a hyper aphrodisiac into the halls and took a couple things from the from my lab.”

“What did she take?” Tony asked, “Which over ride did she use?”

Tony went and took a seat next to Hank.

“You look like you just out ran a zombie horde all the way from Philadelphia,” Tony said, “What happened?”

“I am pretty sure Janet is pregnant,” Hank said and stopped.

“OK,” Tony said leaving that bit alone.

Both men sat there for a long silent moment. Tony naturally started talking.

“You built that security system yourself, so who’s override did she use?” Tony asked, “Pirate McSuper-Spy? That Lang kid you are interning from prison? Spider-kid was compromised by that THOT… It was Reed’s back door, wasn’t it? The cat snuck in and asked him and he gave her the codes thinking it was Sue asking.”

“Tony,” Hank said, “It was yours.”

“Mine?” Tony asked.

“Yes Tony,” Hank said, “Did you tell anyone?”

“No,” Pepper said as she walked in, “In fact the notes he gave me on the meeting were a drawing of a cartoon dog surfing.”

“Yeah, no man,” Tony said, “I haven’t told anyone the override you gave me, ask Friday!”

“Friday?” Hank asked, “Has anyone asked Tony about hot to get into Hank’s lab?”

“No, the last time the subject of ‘Hank’s supper creepy bughouse of doom’ came up was when you met with Tony to discuss your security measures five years, four months, six days, eighteen hours and seven minutes ago in this office,” the Building AI announced.

“Super Creepy Bughouse of Doom?” Hank said.

“I don’t even want to know what he calls my closet,” Pepper rolled her eyes.

“So I haven’t ratted you out man,” Tony said, “but that means we have to ask how did they figure our the code you gave me?”

“I don’t know,” Hank sighed, “All I know is that no one is safe from her. She can break in anywhere and take from anyone, and no one can stop her… hmm. Maybe…”

“What?” Pepper asked.

“I thought of someone who might be immune to her charms,” Hank said, “But getting him here would be about impossible in and by itself.”