An Offer To Watch the Recording Being Made

"I wanted to let you know," the voice over the phone was phlegmy, thick, a little smarmy. It made Janet van Dyne's ear feel dirty just to listen to it. "That the star of the last recording is planning to make another little film."

The Wasp gritted her teeth. If the pig-man was right here, she'd have zapped him.

"So you're offering a pre-order?" she said, voice as carefully neutral as she could manage.

"I'm asking if you want to watch."

She paid the money through an escrow account in the Cayman Islands and received, in return, a time and address.

Her heels clicked on the sidewalk as she turned down the alley. Just another woman in oversize shades and an expensive trenchcoat. Underneath, Janet wore her Wasp costume. If the seller had planned a trap, she was prepared to fight her way out. And if...

No. It wouldn't be Sue Storm. A Skrull, a Life Model Decoy, maybe Mystique working some kind of scam. Hell, with image inducer technology it could be any whore taking the pig-man's cock. Whoever it was, this was Janet's opportunity to find out. Expose this fraud. Protect the Invisible Woman's reputation.

At the end of the alley was a door. The Wasp didn't even have to knock. It unlocked as she approached with an audible clunk, and she stepped forward into a small room. Grey foam pyramids covered three walls and the ceiling—noise dampening. The fourth wall, opposite the door, was a thick double pane of glass. One-way, no doubt. There was a chair in the middle of the room, facing this window. A small vent near the ceiling, a drain in the bare concrete floor beneath the chair. Speakers in the corners. Janet could hear voices.

The Wasp walked into the room and shut the door behind her. She took her seat in the chair and stared through the window.

The voice was awfully like Sue Storm's.

Through the glass, she saw another room. Bare concrete walls. A central bed. Cameras set up on tripods. The naked, obese form of the pig-man was tied spread-eagled to the bed, a black blindfold over his eyes, a black ballgag in his mouth. A woman dressed entirely in black latex checked the bonds that held him in place. Her lower face was uncovered, and she whispered soft obscenities as she stroked the bound mutant's cock.

"This big nasty thing. Porkum and his giant prick. How many sluts have you knocked up with this disgusting dick? Do you even wash it, Captain Cockstink? Fucking nasty, disgusting pig in word, name, and deed..."

The latex-clad figure peeled back Porkum's foreskin. The base of the inhumanly huge fuckmuscle was swollen thick and solid now, and Janet gaped at the two feet of cockmeat that stood up, the first third of it soft and spongy, the nasty latex slut sucking and slurping on the grotesquely distorted head.

Unseen to the Wasp, something began to issue from the ceiling vent. Porkum's pheromones began to gently waft down as her gaze remained fixed on the performance in front of her. The dirty-talking slut with her shiny black latex slowly being smeared with Porkum's pre-cum as she wrestled with his huge cock. Janet van Dyne breathed in his pheromones, and her nipples went rock hard, a pleasant warmth filled her crotch. She watched intently, focused on any detail related to her mission...yet her hand strayed closer and closer to her pelvis, her ass shifted back and forth on the chair, unconsciously rubbing as the slut unzipped her crotch, the latex splitting as she guided the tip of the bound pigman's immense prick to her nasty hole.

That was when Janet noticed something very important...