Multiple End Credits Scene

I think of this like a movie series like Avengers, and you'll see why. Read the last chapter and imagine you stayed for the end-credits-bump.

Flash was humping the panties in his hand, giggling at the notion that he'd knock them up with all the fucking he was giving them. He felt a little odd now, but realized Sue had left the panties for him. “What's Nick Katzenberg doing,” he laughed, probably eating chicken while rubbing his greasy cock. He checked the subscriber names, but didn't find anything to tell him Nick was online. Flash Thompson actually felt a bit of pride that he was a least getting to fuck Sue's panties. Nick couldn't even touch her feet if he paid her, he laughed.

Back on screen, it all seemed to happen in unison. The three males reared their bodies and impaled their cocks into the three super-heroines. Sue felt the heat of Nick's fertile and foamy white cum deep inside her, and it made her moan in ecstasy. She came again from the blast of his hot seed filling her. There was no stopping the inevitable now. The “missile” had hit its mark. Sue no longer cared. Part of her wanted this, had always wanted this.

Moans and mewls and screams echoed in the small cavern in the Negative Zone where they were filming. The girls crawled to the center of the screen, and the cameras zoomed in on three pussies, each dripping with frothy bubbling cum.

The scene ended, and back on Earth Flash had his spent cock in his hands. His “girlfriend”, literally covered in his cum. The comments were still going. “I don't think the end was acting” one commenter added. “Good show” another stated.

End Credits....

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SIGANOSP Pictures

Starring “Anonymous” as Medusa

Starring “Anonymous” as Crystal

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Scene opens....

Flash put his “girlfriend” on the table, and went to take a break. He drank a few beers, and watched some TV. Around 2AM, he grabbed a beer, and wiped the sweat off his head. “Long night,” he said sipping the cool beer. He walked by the computer, which he hadn't turned off, and found a message light blinking on the screen. It read “private chat requested from SSK69”. Was that the person who had helped him find this negative-web site. He was intrigued and sat back down.

He clicked “accept” and sat down. The image that stared at him made him spit his beer out. It was the actress who played Medusa waving at him, in a seat in front of a computer. The red wig was still on, and she wore a purple top that was twisted and knotted between her breasts. Her legs were crossed, and she had a purple skirt, and long stiletto purple heels. She was gorgeous. It looked like one of those rooms that “cam-girls” used to chat with men for money. Where was this?

“Uh....hello?” Flash smiled and winked, trying to remain ever so cool.

The woman put her hands to her face. “OMG!” Her voice was high-pitched and ditzy, but there was something familiar about it. “You are fucking FLASH THOMPSON! It's really like...you?”

Flash pulled his seat closer, and flexed his muscles. He was only in his boxers. “Yeah babe, Agent Venom, at your service!”

“Oooooooh,” the actress said and ogled his body. “So strong. So I heard about you, and found your email from a mutual friend so I invited you to join!”

The young man nodded, “I figured,” he smiled confidently.

The woman looked around his room from her computer screen. “Where is the Venom suit, I want to see it.”

The young stud shrugged, “I don't know. SHIELD makes us keep powered stuff in their facilities, so as to not have accidents. I can get it signed out though.”

The fake Medusa waved her hand. “So lame.”

“So how are you tonight!”

The girl, whose black mask covered her face rolled her eyes. “OMG...I'm sooo tired, I think you know why, my boyfriend REALLY gave it too me in that scene!”

The hero in training was taken aback. “That's your boyfriend,” he couldn't believe it. “The fat guy.”

The red wigged woman smiled, “Of course silly. All the actresses date their co-workers, duh! It's like a porn rule!” She uncrossed her legs briefly, and Flash peered down to see if he could catch a glimpse, but it was too fast.

Flash had to ask, as her hair wasn't moving now. “What's with the hair earlier, how'd you get it to move like that!”

The woman twirled a red lock. “It's like lighting and stuff! Cool huh?”

Flash nodded. He smiled at her. “You're really hot!”

“Thanks,” he could swear she blushed as she answered him. The girl looked around Flash's room. “So, like, what's a stud like you doing home on a Friday night! Don't you have a girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” he said, “totally, I date Chili Storm.” He fumbled the words trying to sound confident. “We are going out tomorrow. I saw the message you sent and had to stay home.”

The girl turned her head, “Storm...like is that the Invisible Girl lady or whatever?”

Flash laughed, “Nah, but me and Susan Storm do have a thing kinda going too.”

The girl stopped in her tracks and seemed to study Flash. “I'll bet,” she said in a more serious tone, her voice deep and even more strangely familiar now. She picked up a nail file, and began to file her nails and dangle her feet. There was an awkward silence.

Thompson broke the ice. “So what are you up to this evening?”

She laughed, and filed her nails. “Just had sex with my boyfriend, like a normal person, who isn't like...a total loser.” Her feet dangled more now, she seemed annoyed.

The muscular man took it as an insult. “Hey I could have had sex babe,” he flexed again. “I chose not to, and I'll probably go out and get laid tomorrow, if you're interested.” He flipped his chin at her.

The woman in the Medusa costume, scratched her red wig. She pointed to the panties on the table. “Looks like you already GOT laid there stud.” She squinted, “what do those panties say?”

Flash grabbed them. He hid them behind him. “Nothing, they were a gift from...”

“Come on,” the girl begged, now again interested in him. “Show me,” she began undoing the tie of her top. “If you show me, I'll show you!”

Her face looked wanton, and she oozed sexuality. Flash brought the panties back and held them out, so she could see the words “Flash's Girlfriend”.

“HAHAHAHAAHA!” The girl all but rolled off her chair. “I thought you said you dated Sue Storm, not a pair of panties.”

His face went red, and he hid the panties again. He was getting annoyed. She was making him feel small. “Hey...you said you'd show me!”

The girl stood up, “Like...oh yeah,” she went back to the ditzy tone, and undid the straps of her top, pulling the purple pieces from her large tits. They were rock hard and firm, with wonderful nipples that poked out, she bounced them slowly for Flash and sat back down. She returned to filing her long nails, seeming to admire them more than Flash's presence. Her tits heaved as she took slow breaths. Flash was staring like it was the first time he saw a pair.

“What else can you show me,” Flash said lowly, in a seductive tone.

The girl lifted her eyes, and had a sensual look. “Now we're talking Flashy,” she pointed to his pants. “You show me what you're working with, and I'll show you what I'm working with!”

Flash stood up, and pulled his boxers down, his six inch cock plopped free, hard as a rock. He stood proudly bobbing it to the camera.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” The girl slapped her knee. “It's like...like a babies...”

“What the fuck,” Flash said, and started to get mad. “It's big! And you owe me,” He pointed to her crotch.

The red hair moved finally, as the woman shook her head. “I thought you played Varsity,” she pointed to his cock, “I'm not even sure that's like....Junior Varsity!”

He was about to slam the lap-top down and shut it off at her words, but she began pulling her skirt up slowly. “You're right, I do owe you, I said you'd get to see what I am working with!” She inched the flowing purple fabric up her thighs slowly, then stopped. She snapped her fingers and looked off screen. The fat body of the actor playing Moleman came into view, he was too close to see the face, but his fat hairy stomach was a dead giveaway. In between his legs was that monster cock, twice as big as Flash's but still flaccid. Right then Flash felt so small. The woman's eyes went from Flash's cock, to the fat man's large cock. At one point, she craned her eyes to look at Flash's.

The muscular man sat down, “What is this all about, why did you contact me,”

The fat man's cock was now inches from “Medusa's” face. “Listen, do you want to see me suck this cock in a private show or what?” She grabbed the heavy dick and her hands looked so small, as she groped it at its base, it flopped over her hand almost covering it.

Flash thought for a second, but was too hard and too horny. “Of course,” he sat down, his hand on his own cock.

The woman pointed to the screen. “Three hundred bucks! You can just pay directly with a credit card!”

Flash was livid. “Three hundred bucks, the videos aren't even that expensive?”

The girl seemed just as angry, “Listen, you want this private show you wimp, or what?” She shut the feed off, the screen went black, but a pop-up window came up, “Pay now for private show!”

This was humiliating, but he had to admit he was horny. He fished his wallet out, and paid the amount, which would mean he'd have to take some pictures to come up with rent. He clicked the “accept” button, and the screen came back on with the girl sitting, cock dangling next to her face, as she did her nails.

“That's more like it,” the girl looked up and smiled to Flash and blew him a kiss. She grabbed the fat man's massive cock and began to lick the base. The monstrosity in her hand grew at her stimulation. She pushed her mouth over the huge head. It came out with a “pop” and a “smack”. She turned to Flash, the mighty pork sword swelling between her fingers. “Fuck your girlfriend,” she flung her tongue at the screen. “Like...don't be shy!”

The young hero, who felt so small, yet so hard, produced the panties, still damp from his last time “getting laid”. He rubbed the wet panties over his crotch. The girl now was pushing her mouth over the fat man's cock, until Flash saw her throat begin to extend impossibly. She was making coughing noises, and her eyes began to tear, as she pushed more of the meat into her mouth. Flash was pumping his panties hard over his cock, covering it entirely, even as the beauty was somehow taking the cock all the way, until her nose hit the bottom of the fat man's belly. Her right hand was rubbing the huge sack like a stress toy. She was **** and her mouth was wide, her tears ran down her cheeks, but somehow she kept the entire cock in her throat, pulling only and inch out then back in. Her breathing through her nose began to echo in the room with the coughing and squishing of the cock. It was amazing. How could she suck it so good.

“Looks like Medusa can suck cock!” Flash taunted.

The girl pulled her mouth off the cock, and Flash watched her throat return back to normal, inch by inch. A torrent of cum and spit dropped from her mouth and a long trail of his fuck juices connected her lips to his cock. She coughed for several seconds, her face red. “I'm not that loser Medusa, and I've sucked this cock hundreds of times now.” She went under his penis and began making out with the fat man's huge balls sucking them into her mouth, and running her tongue all over the huge balls. The fat man's cock dropped over her head, resting there, her hand jerking it slowly.

“How does it feel Flashy,” she cooed, as she licked the large shaft above her. “Knowing you're at home fucking a pair of panties,” she sucked the man's tip back into her mouth, “mmmmmmmm,” and then she pulled off, lathering the tip with her tongue. “while this fat smelly man is getting the cum literally sucked from his balls!” She sucked several inches down her throat, and Flash caught her tongue trying to wrap around the huge girth pulling more of the cock into her mouth. “This wonderful, smelly stinky gorgeous fat bastard!” She cooed, as she pulled her head back and began to run her tongue around his shaft. She turned to Flash and raised an eyebrow, as she jerked the cock, which was jutting out like a cucumber, dripping with cum. “Where do you want him to cum?” She asked Flash.

Flash had been too busy pummeling his own cock, he hadn't even really listened,“Ummm....what,” he finally registered what she said.

The girl seemed annoyed again, and rolled her eyes with a sigh. “You just paid three hundred to savage yourself in a pair of panties,” she shook her head disapprovingly. “The least we could do is let you decide where my boyfriend cums! Ass, tits, face? What'll it be Flash?”

The hero was basically assaulting his own cock, it almost began to hurt. Everything was so hot and erotic, he couldn't stop. He felt there was some shaming to this, but he was too close to cumming to care. “Face...” he said between breaths, his face flush. “On your face!”

The girl snarled evilly, but with a grin, and went back to stroking the cock in her hand. “You got it stud,” she accentuated that last word. She began furiously pumping the cock in her hand, occasionally sucking several inches into her mouth. “Cum for me baby,” she cooed, “Show Flash how a real cock cums,” she teased as she pushed her mouth over half his cock, and hummed. She pulled back, and licked his tip. “Show Flash why real men get blowjobs from hot girls, and losers fuck panties on a Friday night!”

Thompson heard her words, and it embarrassed him, but it also egged him on as he pumped his cock. He watched intently, as the first shot hit the girl square between the eyes coating the black mask. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open and like a fire-hose the fat-man blasted her face. So much hot frothy thick white cum spewed from his dick and hit her face, covering her in white foamy goo, her mouth tried to catch as much as possible, and her throat movements signified she was swallowing as much as she could.

“Fuuuuck,” Flash muttered, cumming in his hands at the scene. He looked down to see his thin almost clear cum coat the panties. “Fuck,” he breathed softly. It was a great orgasm.

“Looks like Flash got laid,” the girl, whose face was pouring cum stated, she was licking her lips, as it rolled down her face. The wig was covered in a lot of semen as well. The man had disappeared. The girl sat close to the camera, her cumface shining in the light. “Listen Flashy,” she said in a whisper, “we can get you into one of your productions if you help us!”

Flash sat up now, “Really?” He looked down at his cock as it shrunk down to a miniscule size. “You want me to be in one of the videos?”

The girl ran a finger over her cum covered face, scooping some and eating it off her fingers. “Sure, I think we can put whatever is down there to SOME use,” she giggled.

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Thanks to the people of the negative zone Shadow City for allowing us to film....

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Scene opens again...

Flash looked around the classroom, no one was there. In his hand was the flashdrive, just like instructed. Could he really do this? He walked over to the lap-top of one of his professors in his SHIELD training. He popped the flashdrive into the lap-top, and saw the words “MEDUSA” printed on a label that was on the side of the computer. What if he got caught? He waited a minute, as instructed, since the drive would download the video for him. All he had to do was put it in and take it out. This idea made him laugh, hopefully he'd be doing that with one of the porn girls soon.

Flash left as quickly as he could, and wondered what Medusa would do once she saw this “film”. He smiled as his cock grew at the thought of getting the chance to fuck Medusa herself.

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All scenes, scenarios and accounts in this film were fictionalized (mostly) and did not occur (yet).

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Scene opens...

The cold outside in the deep Siberian wasteland was enough to kill any man, powered or not. In the middle of the vast empty track of snow, a small outpost beamed light in an otherwise sea of darkness.

Inside the bunker, that extended into the ground, Ivan Kragoff, known as the Red Ghost chided his young assistants. “Where can I find good help these days,” he huffed. They had screwed up the doses again, and now the large cats were ramming against their cages. “Just get out....” he waved them off. The two young assistants, both men from Moscow, both highly sought and recommended in the fields of science, stood motionless. “GET OUT!” Kragoff yelled again.

The two put their heads down, grabbed their belongings and headed for the corridor that led to the elevator to take them topside. One of them cringed at the smell one last time, muttering under his breath how it stunk. Few could even enter this zoo of a laboratory. It was all animal feces and dried foods, both human and animal. Kragoff left boxes of half eaten food around. Women would not apply to be his assistant, though he yearned for a female touch.

Kragoff slammed the door behind them. His black mutated cats, now agitated, sent the entire lab in a frenzy. All manner of animals hooted and hollered. He needed better assistants. Someone who could deal with the delicate nature of wild animals.

He went over his notes from the day, and was enraged that all the data would prove useless, once again. He threw the papers across the room. He rubbed his tattered and sweaty white hair. How long had it been since he even showered. Out here, hygiene was pointless. Still he had deadlines to make.

The Russian government was intent on creating super-soldiers to match the Americans. Even if it meant altering animals to get there. Kragoff wished to enhance the animals instead of the humans, something he hadn't told his superiors. He wasn't just experimenting on these wonderful creatures, he was making them better.

As he sat at the computer, he heard the door slide open. “I thought I told you to LEAVE!” He shouted and was grabbed a glass beaker. He was about to turn and throw it at the fools, not hurt them, but hopefully send a message if he hit the wall.

“I don't think we've spoken in quite some time actually Mr. Kragoff!” He heard a feminine voice. A voice that was calm, calculated, and very familiar. He craned he head to the side, trying to remember the voice, even as he turned to see the face. His eyes lit up wide at seeing the VERY familiar face of the beautiful Susan Storm-Richards.

“YOU!” He shot up, and got in a defensive stance, ready to use his powers and phase through a wall to escape.

“Sit down Mr. Kragoff,” Sue lifted her hand and used her own ****-fields to put him back in the chair.

Kragoff could do nothing, as the field came hard and fast. He was placed down without an effort. “What do you want with me?” He asked, watching the women walk slowly around the lab. His baser instincts took hold as he watched the beauty move around, picking up food cartons and laughing. She looked radiant, in a tight red sweater, with a white collared shirt beneath, her ample tits bouncing as she walked in her black high-heels. His gaze turned to her ass as she faced away from him. She wore a tight leather skirt, and his cock began to grow. There was something all business about the way she carried herself, and beneath that something...what was the word....almost sinister in her movements. It only intrigued and turned him on more.

“I love what you've done with the place Ghostie,” she licked her red lips, and smiled over to him. “Delightful really.” She took a deep breath and her eyes rolled. “What an intoxicating musk,” she smiled even wider.

“How did you even get in here?” He shook his head in disbelief. Something was odd, if she wanted to wallop him, she would have by now. He couldn't stop her. So powerful, so confident, so beautiful.

“I'm the Invisible Woman, Mr. Kragoff,” she rubbed a hand on the dust of his metal desk. “It's kind of my thing.”

Kragoff finally noticed the file in her hand. “So why has the Invisible Woman, of the most hated Fantastic Four come all the way to Siberia,” he leered at her long legs, covered in panty-hose, the kind where you saw the black line on the back of her long lovely legs. “ALONE!” He added lasciviously. Ivan was beginning to believe she wanted to be stared at. Something was truly different about her.

“I have a business proposition,” Sue said more seriously.

Kragoff huffed and looked away finally, filled with disgust. “I'm not interested in working with the Fantastic Four!”

Sue laughed. “I'm not here about that team.” She turned away and walked by the cages of the animals. They all began to go wild once again as she passed almost seductively. He wondered if they smelled her womanhood. “They bore me, Mr. Kragoff,” she circled back around to his desk. “I'm interested in another team.” She came back to his desk, looking down at his crotch. He tried to hide his now obvious erection. “I think you'll be interested in what I have to say...” she placed the file on his desk.

Kragoff looked at the file. “Classified: Slovenly Six Initiative”. He hesitated, but she slid it to him. The Red Ghost picked up the file. He thumbed through papers, contracts, and pictures. Did his eyes deceive him? Inside the file were individual files. There was one on the villain the Vulture, one on the villain Vermin, one on the Moleman, and even one on Nick Katzenberg of all people, going by the name “Hung”. He pulled out the file on Vulture and opened it. Inside was another file, one marked “Vulture's Girl: Janet Van Dyne; Codename: Wasp”. He flipped through it and gasped. There was a picture of the Wasp sucking Adrian Toome's cock. His cock twitched in his pants.

He next pulled out Vermin's file and the file marked “Vermin's Girl: Felicia Hardy; Codename: Black Cat”. Inside were similar pics, but this time, it was Black Cat getting fucked in a dungeon by the villain the Vermin.

The next file he thumbed through was the Moleman's. However, there was no further files, only an empty folder marked “Moleman's girl: Medusalith Amaquelin-Boltagon; Codename: Medusa”. He was confused.

“That one is a work in progress,” Sue laughed. “Give it a bit.”

The mad scientist was no truly intrigued. “Where do you fit into this Ms. Storm,” he accentuated Ms. In an attempt to mock her little game.

“I think you'll like “Hung's” file,” she said and pulled it out for him and handed it right to him.

The elderly man flipped through the pages, which spoke of Katzenberg's powers, and then he found the file “Hung's Girl: Susan Storm-Richards; Codename Invisible Girl/Woman”. In the file was a picture that almost made the Red Ghost burst in his pants. It was a selfie, somehow showing a smiling Sue with Nick Katzenberg fucking her from behind. “Is this real?”

“It certainly is buddy,” another voice spoke from the apparent ether. Red Ghost couldn't place it.

Sue walked back. “I didn't ACTUALLY come alone!” She sneered.

From out of nowhere, Nick Katzenberg appeared at her side. The balding short fat man, sucked in snot as he came into view. He wore a form fitting black outfit, which didn't hide the bulge in his pants. Around his wrists were what appeared to be gold power-bands. “Check it out buddy,” he grabbed the desk and lifted it over his head with ease, and set it back down. “These bands,” he added rubbing them, “make me super strong,” he laughed, “and I can go invisible,” he clicked a button and disappeared. He reappeared again and spanked Sue right on the ass. “My ol' lady here had her robot butler cook them up for me!”

“H.E.R.B.I.E., to be exact,” she giggled, and walked behind Nick. She rubbed his chubby arms and run her fingers over the bands. “They help enhance his strength, his speed, his agility, and his...uh...stamina....” her right hand roamed down his body and circled his bulge.

The Red Ghost just watched what was happening. Nick walked up and was eager to show his new power bands. “Check it bud,” he turned to Sue, “whose were these before?”

Sue nodded, “Those particular pair were an enhancement for Power-Man , aka Luke Cage, when he was briefly on the Fantastic Four. They were left in the archival laboratory just rotting away. I thought I'd put them to good use.”

Kragoff finally spoke up. “What is this Katzenberg? Mind control? Not the real Sue? A robot?”

Susan Storm-Richards sighed. “They always say that,” she walked over and had a device in her hand. She pulled out a small needle and pricked her finger. She placed a small drop of blood on a glass slide and put it under one of Red Ghost's microscopes. “Check it! Test my cosmically infused blood.”

Red Ghost did just that. He spent five minutes looking at the blood and running it through his own system of archival data on the Fantastic Four. This was Susan Storm-Richards, from this universe, without any **** in her system or modifications of her DNA. “This has to be mind control then,” he stood up away from the sample.

“No Mr. Kragoff,” Sue assured him, “just good sex. You'd be surprised what it can do to a girl.”

Nick walked up behind Sue. He reached around and began to rub her skirt covered crotch. “He needs a demonstration, just like they all do.”

Sue still had some dignity, or at least she told herself that. “No babe, not here. Not know, this is business.”

Nick just took a step back, and ripped the crotch of his suit. His cock flung out into the lad, the animals began to stir again. His cock was humungous and hard and veiny. It jutted up towards the ceiling. He clicked his fingers. “On your knees bitch, sell this for the man.”

Sue took a deep breath and sank to her knees. He was so short, she always had to sink really low, which made yoga useful. Ivan Kragoff watched in awe, as Sue kissed Nick's cockhead. “You can't keep ripping those suits darling, they cost a fortune,” she said and put her mouth over the massive fuckstick of the lowly bald man. Kragoff watched the cock disappear into the gorgeous ladies mouth. A woman he had lusted for for ages, was sucking this fat losers cock right in his lab. She didn't waste time, and began to suck him in earnest. Her slurping began to fill the room, followed by the motions of the caged animals. They sensed something was happening. Something primal.

“Babe,” Nick pushed Sue's head down. “Bend down like a good slut and let the men talk.”

Kragoff watched Sue get on all fours. He could no longer see her head below his metal desk. All he saw was that ass, as Nick pulled up the skirt, revealing the garter belt where the pantyhose attached in a most sexy manner.

Nick spoke matter-of-factly as he moved her panties aside, and pushed his cock into the bent over woman. “You see Krags ol buddy, these heroine bitches NEED cock,” he pushed his cock further, and it disappeared into the woman's rear-end which was ass up like a bitch in heat. Nick began to fuck the super-heroine slowly, right on the lab floor. Normally Kragoff would scream about the unsanitary nature of it all, but he found the scene so mesmerizing, as this fat little man fucked this perfect ten. A woman he had fantasies about for years.

His table moved, and Kragoff surmised her head was hitting the other side, “OH GOD NICK!” She began to moan. The animals were jumping around now, in a frenzy, no doubt smelling the sex in the room.

Nick began to sweat as he picked up his pace. Yet, he talked as if he wasn't fucking the Invisible Woman right then. “These “whoreines” as I call them,” he chortled, “they all need a good fuck. Join us and you'll get your own lady to please you, cook for you, clean for you, whatever,” he had her hips in his hand and was slamming into her. The desk moved with each hard thrust, making a grating sound as it slightly grinded on the floor. Nick lifted a hand. “Take a look at the “potentials”,” he pointed to a file within the larger file. “Choose a girl, and think about it.”

Ivan Kragoff was hard as a diamond and leaking in his lab clothes. He eagerly jumped up and grabbed the “potentials” files and thumbed through the multitude of superwomen he could choose. Never in his life had he imagined this would be a possibility. He felt resentment, envy and jealousy that Nick got the pick of the litter, at least in Red Ghost's mind. Sue was a walking boner, but she seemed more than taken.

As if to remind him, she shouted loudly. “OH GOD BABY! OH NICKY! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!” She shouted in wanton abandon. Kragoff heard a splash on his floor, and calculated that it must be her womanly juices coating his sanitized floor. For the first time in ages, he didn't give one shit.

He began searching the files. He looked at their bios, their shapes, their proportions, but something was missing. He was so deep in thought, he didn't hear Nick grunt loudly. He faintly heard Sue beg “not to pull it out”, but he was sure that wasn't real. It all seemed a dream. The animals were howling loudly now. It filled the room. The file was even separated into hair-color, as he reached “Redheads” seeing Jean Grey. He shook his head, the girl he wanted just wasn't there.

He finally looked up to see Sue adjusting her clothes, and Nick standing, cock dripping cum. In Sue's hand was the outline of what appeared to be an invisible cup, filled with white, thick gooey semen. Sue took a sip, as if it was coffee, and this was still an ordinary business endeavor. “See anything that catches your eye? Anything that will entice you to join?”

“I'm sorry,” he said sliding the folder back, “this is all...well...Fantastic really,” the Red Ghost's joke made everyone in the room laugh. “But seriously Ms. Storm,” he again toyed with this new open Susan Storm-Richards, “why even do this? Are we taking over the world?”

Sue answered quickly, “Not exactly,” she sipped her mug, and twirled the cum with her finger. “Soon some things will come to light, and people might come and try to stop this new way of life for me and my friends.” Her eyes went low. “I'm trying to make sure whoever comes for us will be met with a **** even the Avengers can't stop.” Something in her voice was menacing. Kragoff had no idea what she meant, but he was again intrigued beyond belief.

“Honestly,” he chuffed, “I would need an assistant, one who is good with animals. And...um...hot.” The scientist felt embarrassed to be so base with his criteria.

Sue looked to Nick and smiled as she sipped her “coffee”. “I told you I knew what he would want!” She held her hand out and began to click the communicator/computer on her arm that appeared to be a watch.

Nick shrugged. “Sorry ol' buddy I put those files together, thought you'd go exotic,” he chuckled, “Orroro Munroe or something.”

Sue clicked her watch and a hologram image popped up. “Doreen Green, aka Squirrel Girl...” Sue's smile widened. “You're welcome!”

Red Ghost looked at the hologram as it spun. “Not bad. Not bad at all!”

Screen goes black.

To be continued.....

Sue and Nick will return in THE RISE OF THE SLOVENLY SIX!

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