Marvel Team-Up: Nick and Sue at the mercy of...THE CONTRACT!!

Marvel Team-Up

Nick Katzenberg and The Invisible Woman

A Month Later....Earth Time (little more in Zone time)

A hooded figure came to the stands of a small market on a backwater planet in the Negative Zone. A woman in a purple dress sat behind a small counter under a tent. The figure approached. “Come here for this Mr. Flame?” She held up a small package wrapped in a black bag. The man nodded. “That'll be four hundred credits!” The man dejectedly pulled out the amount and slammed it on the table, ferreting away with the package.

An hour later, Johnny Storm sat in the Fantastic Four den. He made sure Ben was still away with the Guardians of the Galaxy, and Reed was off in Attilan with Black-bolt and the Inhumans. He had time. He pulled out the black bag, and unwrapped it. This cost him a pretty penny. And he was surely stupid to go to the Zone to get it. Truth be told, he thought, as he pulled out the Earth compatible disc that could be played on a DVD, it was hard to find. Not even on the dark web could you get Gilty porn. Not this new one.

Johnny looked over the DVD. “Jane and the Fat-Man: The Series” He read the title and credits. Produced by Gilty-Katz films. A subsidiary of SIGANOSP Inc. He was elated. There were like ten episodes. Johnny popped the DVD in the player and sat back. Then he opened the bag even further to pull out a pair of lacy pink panties. There was a picture of Gilty blowing a kiss and a signature, and certificate of authenticity. He lifted the panties to his nose, and they smelled like wonderful pussy. Johnny had a thing for Gilty, and when he heard about the new series, he had to go get it. He also had a thing for Mary Jane, who Gilty was playing.

The first episode came on. Johnny pressed fast-forward and waited. There was an actual show here. It seemed that Jane and the Fatman were solving some sort of theft on a Negative Zone casino ship, or something. This was ridiculous. He kept going, and then stopped it as he saw the two wrap up the mystery. Apparently, the Zone like some dialogue and plot. Gilty didn't have a red wig this time. It was her real hair dyed. She didn't have the curves of MJ, or the dimple. She was much more fit, with firmer tits. Same height, and hot as fuck, even if she wasn't MJ, the wife of his buddy Spider-man. She had on a black cocktail dress and heels. The Fatman was smoking as cigarette and sitting in a chair behind a desk and said “Looks like the firstmate will be spending time in the brig!”

Gilty lifted her skirt. “Let's get that cock out and fucked, before my husband or your wife finds out!” Gilty wasted no time unbuckling the Fatman's captains outfit, complete with captain's hat. “Can't believe that slimeball Katzenberg is so lucky,” Johnny thought. The Human Torch got his own cock out as Gilty lowered herself onto the huge shaft of the Fatman. “He is lucky,” thought Johnny looking at his own cock, which was shorted and much thinner. “Fucking asshole,” he began to jerk off as he watched Gilty bounce up and down on the cock. The camera zoomed in to show her pussy impaled on the cock.

“OH FUCK! YOU FAT FUCK! FUCK ME!” She screamed in a her high-pitched bubbly voice. “Sooooo good....soooo much better than my pussy husband!” The sound could be heard, but all Johnny saw was the girl's pussy moving up and down on the cock.

“Fuck bbbbaaaabbbeee!” grunted the “Fatman” as his cock began to show signs of cum dribbing down and out the spread pussy.

The scene ended with Gilty saying “You know I'm not on birth control Fatman!” And a studio audience began to laugh. The credits rolled. Johnny began to jut his own cock while sniffing the panties. He began to rewind the episode.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” He heard Sue call from behind him. He pushed a pillow over his cock and lifted the remote to turn off the DVD. He made a mistake and only turned the volume up and Gilty's moans could be heard.

“It's not what you think,” He stood up, pillow over his dick.

Sue held out a hand. Her face white as a ghost. “Johnathan Storm, this is by far the most disgusting thing I have ever witnessed.” She couldn't even get the words out. “I...I...I...eewwwww.....” she slammed the door and left.

The Invisible Woman covered her mouth, as she was about to hurl. Johnny was watching her porn. And...and jerking off....so gross. She had seen him do some gross things, and had seen her brother nude, he was her brother after all, but this made her sick. She had to focus. She had a photo shoot and phone interview to get to. She needed a drink first. Maybe then.

Hours later.....

Lance Bannon sat looking through the photos on his desk, his phone in hand. On the other line was Susan Storm-Richards, the subject of the artsy photos. “These are some pretty nice photos Mrs. Richards!” He said looking them over. There was one of Sue as Mona Lisa, one of her as the girl in the “We Can Do It” iconic photo, one of her as Marilyn Monroe as above the heater with her white dress coming up, and even one of her in the equally iconic “Jessica Rabbit” outfit. He adjusted his jeans looking at the last one and how perfectly her body fit in the red dress.

The voice on the other line spoke, “Thank you Mr. Bannon. I'm sorry we couldn't meet, I'm still here with my photographer! We're finishing up some work!”

The journalist agreed, “I understand. Let's get to the questions I have.” He began to take out a paper to write upon. “So what was your motivation for buying the “Under the Mask” magazine and posing for photos on the next issue?”

“Mmmmm....hmmmm,” Sue answered, Bannon heard a weird smacking noise on the other end. “It was an idea I came up with during a session with my new partner.”

The reporter wrote down her answers. “I see. You are referring to your new venture, what is is called. “SIGA NOSP” Incorporated? That's a mouthful Mrs. Richards.”

He heard more smacking, “It certainly is Mr. Bannon. It certainly is.” He heard her laugh. “Its an acronym that came from this new collaborative effort!” She explained how its meaning is somewhat nonsense to outsiders.

“And this silent partner,” Bannon continued taking notes, “It appears you are the major money behind this endeavor,” he stated. “What does he or she add to this project. It doesn't appear much?”

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!” the voice on the other end rose.

“Mrs. Richards,” Bannon stated, “is everything alright”

There was a short commotion on the other end. “Yes, its fine. I was just surprised, because my partner is very well endowed...I mean...he has assets....I mean a wealth....a wealth of talent. He is making HUGE contributions to me...and...the collaborative.”

Bannon listened as she spoke about how the collaborative would be to fund art, photography and journalism to those less fortunate. She also explained that the new direction of “Under the Mask” was to not expose heroes and heroines but to peak into their lives. To show the world what it was all like “under the mask” truly. He heard several smacking sounds now and again.

The investigative journalist still was unconvinced. “Well, you know they want me to ask about your love life. That's what the magazine does. So...” he thought about his words, “what about your marriage?”

There was a pause, Sue stated, “I can assure you that at no point up until this moment have I cheated on my husband with anyone on this Earth.” Bannon wrote the odd words, not thinking twice about them.

Bannon took the bait finally, “So what questions would you ask if you were an interviewer for your new magazine?”

Sue hesitated. “Well,” she paused, “Stuff like what do you like to eat? What is your favorite activity. You know stuff that gets to someones personality.”

The photographer asked that very question, “So what does Mrs. Richards like to eat?”

“Mmmmmmmm,” he heard her slowly moaning, “these days I could go for some real thick sausage. You know the kind you get on the streets! Mmmmmmmmmmppphhh,” she trailed off, “It's all about the smell, it has to be strong, Mmmmmmmm, and dirty....I mean with all the fixins.”

“What's your favorite activity?” He asked, writing the responses down in a manner that was more fit for print.

“I really like just grinding it out with my new partner....really getting at it....you know...over and over. We could work on this project for hours. It's our passion!” She answered.

Bannon looked at his notes, “I think I'm good, I'll call later with more...if that's ok...”

“I'M COMING! I'M COMING!” The girl on the phone screamed as if in the distance, after some rustling, she came back on, “Sorry. I think the photographer is going to be ready to go again soon. At least he better be.”

“Thank you Mrs. Richards,” he hung up the phone. He took some long looks at the one of her in the Jessica Rabbit outfit, and began to rub his crotch. He turned off the light. “What it must be like to fuck her,” he thought, and then thought some more as he savaged his cock with his fist.

The Perspective from the other end of the line.....(right before the interview)

Nick Katzenberg, the sleaziest reporter in ANY Universe laid back on his bed which has several brown stains lining the mattress. His apartment was a mess. Half eaten buckets of chicken and empty beer cans were the decor of the filthy little studio apartment. To be honest, he had done his work. The professionally made backdrops to the shoots (thanks to money from the Fantastic Four Foundation) littered the already cluttered apartment. The sets, dresses, outfits and cameras were everywhere. Again, Nick Katzenberg had just put in some work. Major work. Five or six shoots, and five or six fucks for the ages with his “star”.

The subject of his photos and sex, Susan Richards was walked back towards the bed from the bathroom with her cellphone to her ear. Nick took in her amazing nude body, caked with dry semen on her massive breasts. Gobs of his jizz dripped down her long legs from the epicenter of his loads, her pussy. She was trying to step through the muck, occasionally stepping in a wet spot. It was hard to tell what was her juices on the floor, and what was his cum. A good gauge was whether it was just wet (her) or whether it was sticky (him). Sometimes it was both. A quick squishy then ripping noise from the carpet and a lifted foot told Nick her lovely feet were right on one of his massive ejaculations.

She seemed deep in conversation with that asshole Bannon, a hot shot who always thought of Nick as a lowly punk, while Nick thought of him as a rival. When the bombshell that was Sue Storm got back into his bed, he smiled, knowing that this wasn't a rivalry for women, as Nick had won. Not really for photography either, as to Nick, he nailed the pictures, just as he nailed Susan.

Sue nodded, as the bed sank when she knelt on it. Her nose burned with the ever so lovely stink of the bed, the apartment and her lover. “These are some pretty nice photos Mrs. Richards!” She heard him say. They had done several iconic pictures. A rather classy. There was one of Sue as Mona Lisa, one of her as the girl in the “We Can Do It” iconic photo, one of her as Marilyn Monroe as above the heater with her white dress coming up, and even one of her in the equally iconic “Jessica Rabbit” outfit. Sue could see in her minds eye that Bannon was probably touching himself to the last one. Like Nick had said, this guy was a loser. She had met him before. He was tall, handsome, fit, confident, broad shouldered. He always wore nice clothes, and had his hair in perfect order. The exact opposite of what Sue found attractive. Guys like that deserved to sit at home jerking off to woman like Susan.

Susan winked at Nick and stuck out her tongue playfully. Nick was the complete opposite of Lance. Short, fat, balding, stinking like BO, cigs and beer. God he was so sexy and hot. “Thank you Mr. Bannon. I'm sorry we couldn't meet, I'm still here with my photographer! We're finishing up some work!” She said before leaning down to kiss the tip of Nick's cockhead.

The journalist agreed, “I understand. Let's get to the questions I have. So what was your motivation for buying the “Under the Mask” magazine and posing for photos on the next issue?”

“Mmmmm....hmmmm,” Sue answered sucking Nick's cock slowly, inch by inch disappearing in her mouth. She came up for a second, phone to her ear. “It was an idea I came up with during a session with my new partner.” She was jerking Katzenberg's stiff erection hard and fast.

She heard the reporter answer. “I see. You are referring to your new venture, what is is called. “SIGA NOSP” Incorporated? That's a mouthful Mrs. Richards.”

Sue went back to sucking Nick's cock while the loser spoke in the phone, “It certainly is Mr. Bannon. It certainly is.” She finally answered the unintended pun. “Its an acronym that came from this new collaborative effort!” She explained how its meaning is somewhat nonsense to outsiders. However, it actually stood for Sue Is Gilty, And Nick Owns Sue's Pussy. They thought of that at Nick's place on Valeria in the Zone. Sue had been fucked to frenzy that night. It still made her legs weak thinking about it. Nick had said “Just one night in the sack,” back in the day, or something to that effect. Fucking Nick Katzenberg was like eating Pringles. Once you pop open his pants, you can't stop. So much so, that she had to fuck him. She began to move in position to straddle him in the reverse cowgirl style, her ass facing Nick.

“And this silent partner,” Bannon continued, “It appears you are the major money behind this endeavor,” he stated. “What does he or she add to this project. It doesn't appear much?”

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!” Sue was screaming as she had to hold onto Nick's ankles while she bounced up and down on his massive meat.

“Mrs. Richards,” Bannon stated, “is everything alright”

Sue sat back up momentarily, still pushing down slowly onto his cock to feel its girth against her walls. “Yes, its fine. I was just surprised, because my partner is very well endowed...I mean...he has assets....I mean a wealth....a wealth of talent. He is making HUGE contributions to me...and...the collaborative.”

Sue rode Nick soft and slowly, savoring the cock deep inside her, as she spoke about how the collaborative would be to fund art, photography and journalism to those less fortunate. She also explained that the new direction of “Under the Mask” was to not expose heroes and heroines but to peak into their lives. To show the world what it was all like “under the mask” truly. She felt the warm blast of Nick's cock as it erupted inside her. Like clockwork, Nick reached up and grabbed her tits when he came. At least in this position.

She got off his cock quickly, and then went about cleaning her own juices and his spunk from his cock with her tongue. The bitch investigative journalist prattled on. “Well, you know they want me to ask about your love life. That's what the magazine does. So...what about your marriage?”

The question made Sue think for a minute. Then she nodded to herself, “I can assure you that at no point up until this moment have I cheated on my husband with anyone on this Earth.” She was pleased with her rather honest response.

Bannon took the bait finally, “So what questions would you ask if you were an interviewer for your new magazine?”

Sue hesitated. “Well,” she paused, “Stuff like what do you like to eat? What is your favorite activity. You know stuff that gets to someones personality.”

The photographer asked that very question, “So what does Mrs. Richards like to eat?”

“Mmmmmmmm,” Sue moaned looking down at the cock glistening with cum, spittle, and womanly honey. “These days I could go for some real thick sausage. You know the kind you get on the streets! Mmmmmmmmmmppphhh,” she slurped his tip into her mouth, “It's all about the smell, it has to be strong, Mmmmmmmm, and dirty....I mean with all the fixins.”

“What's your favorite activity?” He asked.

“I really like just grinding it out with my new partner....really getting at it....you know...over and over. We could work on this project for hours. It's our passion!” She answered rolling over and moving herself to lay on Nick's fat chest. She twirled her fingers in the unclean chest hair. So sexy. She planted her lips onto Nick's and kissed the sexiest man she had ever known deeply and passionately. She felt Nick's fat digit push right into her pussy, hitting her G-spot. It wouldn't be long for her with this fat man's digits pumping in and out.

She heard the reporter FINALLY say, “I think I'm good, I'll call later with more...if that's ok...”

“I'M CUMING! I'M CUMING!” Sue screamed slamming the phone down into the sheets as she needed something to hold onto, Sue caught her breath and picked up the phone, “Sorry. I think the photographer is going to be ready to go again soon. At least he better be.” She checked to see Nick's half erect cock. Had she known how good her stalker would be in bed, he would have moved right from stalker to lover on day one.

“Thank you Mrs. Richards,” he hung up the phone.

Nick burped loudly, his upper lip trembled distinctly as he did. It sent shockwaves through Susan's body to watch the grotesque man just be himself. “I think he knows you were blowing me the whole time?”

Sue chuckled, taking a drag, “He's an idiot. An unattractive toolbag.” She was slowly stroking his cock, she wanted to fuck again, but she also wanted to just watch that thing cum. It smelled to high heaven of unwashed grime, and sex.

“We got some more photos to take!” Nick said sitting up. “Get dressed Blondie!” Sue stood up and the bed creaked. She walked past the empty buckets of chicken and beer bottles. He watched her perfect naked form walk through the grime. “Maybe I should buy a new place, with all the money,” he was referring to all the money that was flowing into his account as the beneficiary of all the grants and funding. It was just going to him as owner and proprietor of Gilty-Katz Films and “SIGA NOPS, Inc”. Sue flipped throug the outfits, and Nick made a suggestion. “How about the Fantastic Four outfit, you can be Gilty playing Sue fucking the Fatman.”

Sue shook her head, “Ewww...no...my brother is watching Gilty porn. It would be weird.” She selected the Wasps outfit. “This one will do.” It was a skirt costume, and Sue opened her legs as Nick took photos for the Nega-Hoody Whores” magazine they had created in the Zone. She got on all fours and Nick got behind her and filmed him pounding her pussy as the Wasp. He pushed deep one last time an erupted in her.

“I can't believe Reed signed the papers!” He laughed eating a piece of chicken off the floor as Sue went back to the rack of clothes.

“I told him to read the fine print.” She said. She had. She had presented the papers for “SIGA NOSP” which stood for “Sue is Gilty and Nick Owns Sue's Pussy!” It was stated right in the papers. The documents created the company and signed the rights to Sue's pussy over to Nick Katzenberg. Reed had waved her off in his lab, saying he trusted her. She represented herself in court when the company was incorporated. Even the Judge said “she's the most trustworthy person” in the room. No one had read the terms. The document was legal and binding. Cum was rolling out of her pussy...no...Nick's pussy, by law.

“And you're sure its taking payments out of his account automatically each month,” Nick said setting up the camera.

Sue nodded, and put on a Magik of the X-Men outfit. She had to put on a blonde wig and change some things around to look like Gilty playing Magik. They had incorporated Gilty-Katz pictures in the Zone. They had films to make. “As far as Reed is concerned,” Sue said presenting her fucked pussy and ass in front of the camera, “he rents my pussy from you.” It made her tingle with sexual glee at the thought. Her husband was paying her stalker for access to her pussy. Maybe once every month he'd get his own access. More like every six months, Sue thought.