Sluggo at the Casino...the luckiest man in the Negative Zone

Susan Storm Richards was fucked. "So fucking stupid Susan," her mind told herself, as she felt the pig's hoof-like hands wrap around her waist. As they walked, many people and beings took note of the pair. Sluggo was offered numerous amounts for his ****. He denied them all, only he knew what a prize she truly was. Who she truly was. None of the crup in this Negative Zone was actually worth this woman.

They entered the Casino, and Sluggo went to the weird looking creatures that accounted for Negative Zone hotel attendees. He began to haggle prices as Susan sat nervously with crossed legs, once again aware of her exposed body. Sluggo clicked his fingers at her, "I want to get some drinks, maybe throw down some of this money you stole Gilty!"

"Fine. Whatever, I need to use the restroom," Sue stated and added, "Don't call me that." She walked away as Sluggo went to the bar nearest the bathroom. No doubt to keep tabs on this beauty. Not like he didn't have a tracker. Arma had handed over her as property to Sluggo, and with it she registered a new name, "Gilty". Sluggo had showed Susan this. It was part of her punishment, almost a play on words that said so much more than anyone knew. Susan was "guilty" of thievery, and now Sluggo's "gilt" or young virgin female. She may not be a virgin, but she surely was to Sluggo's pig-kind. It was almost poetic.

The Invisible Woman sat, and for the first time took a pee in the white outfit while she wasn't on spice. The ease with which she could pee was remarkable, though, she'd have to entice Sluggo to buy more clothes. This wouldn't cut it out there. Too dangerous, she thought, as she washed her hands. She poured water in her hands and was about to wash her face when she stopped herself. Her reflection shown in the lighted mirror, a much clearer glass and more lit than the **** ship. Her face, her beautiful face. It was still there, gorgeous as ever, but largely unrecognizable in the black make-up and short dark black spikey hair that covered her head. She wondered if Reed would recognize her? Could Johnny if he came to her rescue? Could anyone. If she washed her face the make-up would be gone, and she was sure the potential to be "made" would be greater. She told herself this is why she wasn't going to mess up her make-up. That and the fact that she would look out of place here, dressed like this, with this collar. She had to play the part for now. "I'm sure Sluggo would be fine with me keeping it on," she shook her head, and found herself putting water in her mouth to use as a rinse. She must smell pretty bad.

Sue looked at her body as she dried her hands, the outfit still clung perfectly to her toned form, and ample bosom. Looks like she stays Suki, or Sucks, or what was it now "Gilty" for another day. "Looks like I stay a whore!" She muttered under her breath.

Whore! The word echoed in her head as she exited the bathroom. She remembered the first time Arma called her that. How many days ago was it now, when Arma and Sue spoke about her place. Whatever time had passed, it was the moment Sue began to resent Arma. At first, Sue saw her as a savior and a protector. After that night and that talk, Sue saw her as a captor. What kind of benevolent captain would keep women as slaves. Whatever accommodations she offered, Arma was still just a pimp. If she truly cared for these women she "helped", she would have set them free, including Susan. The hard truth that Sue realized that day was that she hadn't been "helped", she had simply been captured as she had by the Demilitarized Zone Collective. From that day forward Sue saw her self as a prisoner who would do anything to leave. She'd keep up appearances, but these people were NOT her friends. Well, maybe Chirp was a friend.

"Chirp," Sue thought back to how she treated the woman/bird. If she could do it again, she'd apologize at least to her, and maybe Zarn. She was harsh, but she had been mad, and pushed to the brink on that ship.

Sue found Sluggo pouring a green drink into his face. "Get Gilty here a "moist seat" he ordered the long snouted grey bartender. The man looked like an elephant. Sue asked what was in it, but Sluggo answered, "Whatever it is, it makes whatever seat the woman is sitting in moist." He winked at her.

"Gross," Sue shook her head and looked at the strange swirling orange and green drink. She lifted it to her mouth and sipped. Not bad.

Sluggo looked up at the Negative Zone clock. He could read the strange symbols, Sue couldn't. It wasn't even in the dial form of a Earth clock. "I'd say we got some time for some games, about a half hour less than a year," he laughed, as he knew of Susan's timeline. She had told him on the walk here.

The pigman grabbed her hand with his four fingered hoofed hand, and all but pulled her over to a table that was unoccupied. "This is barat," he told her, thought she couldn't even read the lettering on the checkered table. The dealer laid out some diamond shaped objects in front of him with what looked like spears and swords. Then the girl dealt her own. She watched cards dealt, and Sluggo put down several red solid blocks, almost like cards onto the table. Another card was dealt to Sluggo, and one to the dealer. "YES!" Sluggo cheered. The dealer pushed more credits his way.

He must have won, Susan thought. He had doubled the credit rectangles in front of him. The pig pushed another pile to the dealer. "Feeling lucky?" The purple skinned woman eyed him.

"Luckiest guy in the negative universe right now," he shot a glance to Susan, and then to her legs. Like he read the strange clock, he was reading her legs, watching her drink. When the forgle or legs on the clock (as it was called in the Negative Zone) split it was half-way through the day here. When Susan's crossed beauties split, she's be half-way to a well-fucked sow. He just had to keep checking.

Sue ordered another drink, the same "moist seat" drink as the last one. This time she ordered a straw. Not so much to avoid the Negative Zone germs, which was an ever likely threat, but to keep the part up. There were too many Collective agents here, or so Sluggo had told her at the bar. "Whores sip drinks through straws," Sue guessed.

Whore! That word again came to her as Sluggo gambled. She watched and tried to keep up, listening as he began to slur his words about how to play. She wasn't a whore, she reminded herself. Sure, she had danced, but she hand't fucked anyone. The waitress who must have been Chirp's species laid a drink in front of her, and asked Sluggo for money. Whores don't pay, Sue guessed. Her black lips went to the straw and sucked in the sweet yet somehow bitter drink. Bitter in the after taste. Still not bad.

She again thought of her time on the ship. She had been a ****, not a whore, just playing the part. Shame came over her at the memories of her seductive dancing. She had to do what she had to do. At least, that is what she told herself at first.

Stupid! Stupid! That was a more apropos word. In her heart of hearts, Sue knew that somewhere the lines began to blur. After the first few days, Sue had enough money to escape, find a ship, and buy her way to Shadow City. It was her initial plan. Once at Shadow City, she could send an rescue alert to Johnny, and tell him to find her on a planet close to the Crossroads at the center of the Zone. Rosetta Stone, a former enemy and now ally would assist her, she had no doubt. Might have even given Sue a ship to wait in. At the center of the Zone the time differential was almost one to one. She couldn't go to the exact center, as it would render her molecules asunder. Not even Sue's powers were strong enough to stop such forces that swirled around the deadly vortex of unspeakable power at the center of the Negative Zone. A place the Fantastic Four had visited in former battles with Blastaar and Annihilus.

She could still have waited near the center in a ship or on one of the many barren planetoids that orbited the black-hole like vortex. Then this trip would only have been a few days. When she reached the area near the vortex, she'd simply wait a few hours and the same time would pass on Earth.

Stupid! Stupid ****! Sue held her head down, realizing that the lines had truly blurred. Some time during her stay on the ship, she had come to enjoy the feeling of spice coursing through her body. She feared she may be an addict. It wasn't just the spice, it was also the freedom. Time away from the rigors of being on a team of superheroes. Time away from being den-mother to the other three male members. She knew she had the means to escape this place, but she told herself, one more day, time and again. It was almost like a vacation. Of course, a vacation where she was a ****.

Stupid ****! Sue had a chance early on to escape. A short Mantacorian, the race of insects that served Annihilus fell in love with Susan. He was not a solider of Annihilus he told her, and not to be feared. He was a business man. He had many breeders, as he called them, Sue guessed they were the equivalent of wives here, and he begged Sue to be one. He offered her to take her to his home-world, not Annihilus's world, but a quaint forest planet near the center of the Zone. Sue could have gone. Could have escaped even when the creature couldn't afford to buy her from Arma.

Stupid Bitch! Sue could have escaped, but she indulged as Arma instructed her. She knew it wasn't just the time off, but the attention she was getting. The neglectful Reed, began to anger Sue. It was helped by the Zone.'s effects. Sue felt more anger now than dread. It seemed the Zone pushed emotions to the forefront and made them stronger. The beauty deserved attention. Namor had known this, Rama-Tut/Kang, Doom and countless other powerful friends and enemies.

Stupid Tease! She enjoyed the attention, and it came in droves here. Susan was sure Zarn was in love with her. It broke her heart that she treated him poorly. She had used him. Truth be told, she thought about having an affair with him. Arma's words "do something depraved" kept ringing in her head daily. The Invisible Woman wasn't as smart as her world renowned scientist husband, but she wasn't dumb. One night as she watched Zarn while she danced for a fat alien, she thought about running over and kissing him. If a tree falls in the woods, would anyone here it. This place was her woods, and she was the tree. Sue could quite frankly do what she wanted, and with who she wanted here, and no one would be the wiser. She could just sit near the center after a few weeks of this "vacation" and wait for Johnny, as if nothing had occurred. No one would know how much time she really spent in the Zone. She could see it in her minds eye as Johnny appeared to bring her a distortion suit to pull her back to Earth. "Where have you been, I've been sitting her for hours," and that would be all. No need to even report such a thing, other than to note the loss of equipment. To everyone she would only have been gone a few hours, explaining that she went to Shadow City, called, and waited for pick up. No more than a day, she'd tell Reed.

Stupid Tree! Sue laughed, and ordered another drink, after finishing the last in a few minutes. "It's getting hot in here," she told Sluggo, and adjusted her dress and legs, uncrossing them.

The legs on the clock were moving, noted Sluggo, who was winning almost every hand.

Uhhh, Sue mumbled in her mind. She should have kissed Zarn. Things would have turned out different. There simply wasn't enough "there". Sure he was handsome, mysterious and kind. Namor was too. Like Namor, he had a whiny side, and a jealous side. Sue saw this when he all but fought numerous of her "clients". There was no "spice" there. It was a plain and rather boring puppy love coming from the cloaked man.

Stupid Bird! Sue laughed to herself, thinking of Chirp. Then there was Chirp. She had a beauty about her. Like a painting with ornate colors, her feathers were remarkable. They had kissed on the dance-floor, drunk. One time, while Sue was thoroughly "spiced up" she had felt Chirp's beak on her breasts. The slim tongue was odd and erotic, but the beak was rough and hard. It wasn't pleasant. As the days passed Sue noticed Chirp's attention was more playful than before. Soon, it was clear affection in the bird-girls eyes, and not the kind guide she was when they first met.

Again, Sue used her. She needed allies. Friends. Anyone who would help. An apology would definitely be needed. Maybe she could send a message someday when she got home. Not sure how it would ever get to Chirp, but one could hope. She had liked Chirp. Just not in that way. This would truly be "depraved" but the Earth woman simply wasn't into it. If her first true, non drunk lesbian experience (sorry Jen) was going to be with someone more "like" her. She wasn't racist, but as far as women went, if she gave herself to that lifestyle Sue always thought she would had a thing with a more confident women.

Stupid fool! The Invisible Woman called herself this in relation to the captain. She had trusted the woman. Her **** master. There had been long nights after the "speech" where Sue drank with Arma, as the blue skinned woman told her of her own exploits. Arma was poor, needed money, and it didn't take long to realize she could get it by wielding her beauty. The woman was truly beautiful. In her own way. Not as much as herself, Sue had reasoned in a downright Katty way, but still beautiful. The problem was that Sue could never get past the disparate position. Arma treated Sue as she claimed her to be, "a whore" on the run. She was kind, but Sue sensed she looked down on her in a way. Maybe it was the spice, or the fact that the normally defiant and strong Invisible Woman was in this position to begin with. She was NO ONE'S ****!

There were nights when Sue thought about seducing Arma. Then she watched nightly as girl after girl would retire to Arma's room. It didn't take Sue long to realize she was enjoying her "property" as were the clients. This strengthened a growing resentment for her captor. The woman spoke of strength over adversity and put on airs of helping the "girls". Yet she fucked them as slaves, and refused to release them.

Besides, if Susan was to choose an affair, this one would be the opposite of "depraved". It would be downright beautiful and sexy. The two of them were taller than average skinny statuesque women. As the days past Sue had emblazoned this word in her mind. If Sue was going to do this. If she was going to take this time to herself and enjoy it, then she wanted something as far against her character as possible. Something dirty, something despicable, something utterly depraved. She wanted to not journey down the rabbit hole of debauchery, but fall. And hard.

Stupid Depraved Susan! It became an obsession. She could fuck any of the many clients. Or all of them for that matter. Wealth, power, looks, some had a little, and some had it all. So did Namor, so did Doom, so did the countless suitors throughout the years. Once, even a Roman emperor had offered her his kingdom. These things didn't fit the darkness Susan wanted to explore. She didn't want power. She didn't want money. Hell, she didn't want looks. As she smoked, snorted and ingested spice the fantasy began to mold, shape, twist and turn. She wanted this "sexual vacation" to be like nothing she'd ever experienced or would again. Here in the Negative Zone, where everything was backwards, Susan Storm-Richards wanted the opposite of brilliant (Reed), the opposite of handsome (Namor, and well...Reed), the opposite of power (Doom, Namor, Kang, Emperor, random rich guy, blah blah blah). If the Negative Zone was to be the place where Sue had an affair, she wanted it to be the negative of every guy she ever dated or wanted to date or wanted to date her.

Stupid Gilty! Sue heard the loud slurp which signified she'd reached the bottom of the third drink. Her hand went up and she turned around, her legs parting slightly, "Can I get another," she called to the waitress. She turned back to Sluggo, "So are you winning us some money," She leaned in trying to sip more through the straw from the empty glass.

Sluggo looked down at her legs, her dress was riding up, and she didn't adjust, her legs were a few inches apart. The "legs" were opening on the clock. "Haven't you been paying attention," the short now sweaty pig chortled as he pushed a large pile of credits in front of her. He took a drag on a cigar and chugged a brown drink.

"This guy is the luckiest guy in the place," the dealer said.

Sue sipped the empty drink again, "You have no idea!"

"Here," Sluggo pushed a pile in front of her, "play".

The dealer dealt two hands this time. "I can't read these...what are they cards?" Sue was confused.

Sluggo looked over her hand, "You got a sleck there," he grabbed from her pile and put it on the table. More cards dealt to Sue and Sluggo, and Sluggo pumped his fists.

The dealer dealt another few diamonds to herself and shrugged, "House loses!"

Sue's eyes went wide at the haul presented to her. "How many credits was this?" Sluggo told her it was six thousand crup. Sue's eyes went wide, she had never gambled. Thought it stupid. Here and now it was exhillirating. So not like her. So depraved. She adjusted in her seat when the dealer asked if she was playing, her legs opening slightly in front of Sluggo, "I'm in," she pushed some of the box credits forward.

Stupid Whore! Sue shook her head, as she played and glanced at Sluggo. When had the obsession began. Who knows. Was it the night she had seen him roll over, and seen "it", or was it before that when he pushed "it" to her buttocks. Sluggo the short, sweaty, loud mouth, drunk pigman was truly the opposite of Susan and everything she had become accustomed to. It didn't take too long after Arma spoke the words do something 'depraved', that Sue linked the fantasy of "depraved" to this pig. She had no idea that there were cameras on the ship, but if they went back far enough in their investigation, which they surely did, they would have seen her creep nightly to his room in her "spiced up" state, to stare and gawk, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of the monster between his legs.

The waitress came back, and Sue grabbed the drink forcefully causing a slight spill wanting to return to her new vice, gambling. She dropped some box credits on the tray for a tip without a look to see she had given over a hundred crup in a tip. It ensured the waitress would return in minutes. Drink after drink, hand after hand. At one point Sue jumped up, starting to recognize the shapes on the cards and understand the odd game. She had won, and was enjoying the sensation. She sat back down, with her legs wide, and Sluggo caught the bottom of the white material that barely covered her pussy, it was a part of the dress itself, offering little if no protection in the form of a panty like garb. The end of the "V" which cut down her chest basically.

Sluggo knew it was almost time. Sue didn't even pay attention to the hoof on her knees, she was too into this new form of expression here in the Negative Zone. A crowd was forming, as the pair was winning a large amount. Not so much Sue, she still was losing as she didn't grasp everything, but Sluggo was creating a massive pile, to the point that he was offered the highest penthouse to stay the night.

Stupid Gilt Whore! Sue had known her growing obsession with this depraved alien was wrong. It was as if the Zone led her down this path or spice, pig and depraved debauchery. She had found herself in a moment of clarity from the spice watching Sluggo picking the locks of one of the girls. He was stealing. She was ready to report it, but in her state, her mind reeled with the thought of the act. Stealing was so wrong, so depraved. Just as he was so wrong, and so depraved. She found herself creeping into the lockers after he had left, and trying one of the combinations she had seen a rather bitchy girl use. It worked. She felt so alive and energized as she took a small portion of the crup pile. Sue couldn't keep the money herself. She didn't even need it. Instead, she wandered back to Sluggo's room and waited til her slept.

She told herself was going to steal the money of the ones who treated her poorly, including Arma, and give it to the hated pig out of spite. That night, however, she had dreams once again of being nude on a farm, with slop. This time she felt Sluggo's presence behind her. She turned to say "no" as his 'thing' touched her pussy, but a loud "oink" came from her mouth. It was all she could say. Then she awoke with a start.

Gilty Whore! The dreams came nightly, as did her "raids" on the women she despised. The obsession grew further and morphed as Sue truly wondered if Sluggo bought her, where would he take her. Part of her wanted a palace, which she was sure he didn't have, but part of her secretly envisioned the slop, the mud the dirt and grime. It was a mystery that made her knees weak. The idea of squealing and oinking in the mud of some backwoods world as he fucked her with that 'thing'. And so her intentions turned. He could get her off the ship and provide the "depravity" she craved, and no one would ever know. She knew it would mean she'd be helping him buy her as property. Sue was going to escape, she told herself, just when was the question. She'd at least see this slop-hole first. Right?

Depraved Whore! There was something more, something stranger about Sue's obsession. It was the fact that this disgusting pig knew who she was. She was the most sought after person in this universe not just for her "crimes" as a member of the Four, but also for her body. For all those searching, here was this lowly slug of a pig of a alien simply trying to raise enough crup to fuck her. Not to parade her around as a trophy or a prized **** who everyone knew as the Invisible Woman, but to simply fuck her until she "squealed" as he put it. It drove her wild at the thought.

There was nothing special about this pig. He was in the right place at the right time to have access to one of the most gorgeous women of this or any universe. Lucky son of a bitch.

The crowd cheered as both Sue and Sluggo won a large hand. Sue's legs were wide, and her hands were on her face which was beat red with awe and joyful surprise, she was unintentionally giving Sluggo the view of a lifetime. Just watch the "legs of the clock".

A very small man with a large brimmed hat, similar to a Earth cowboy patted the pigman on the back. "What's your name man?"

"The name's Sluggo," he winked turning to him.

"And this beauty of yours, what's her name?" the male asked.

Sue reached out and held out her hand for a shake, before Sluggo could speak. "Names Gilty. With no "u".

"Well, you must be the luckiest man in this place," the man tipped his hat, "or on this planet for that matter!"

Sue laughed, "Luckiest pig in the fucking UNIVERSE!" She shook her head in disbelief, "you have no idea!" She was staring down at Sluggo's trousers. Unbeknownst to the pig, Sue had secretly been watching the "clock" herself. It was at "six" o'clock when they got off the ship, about "nine" when they were drinking at the bar. Now, the "big hand" was definitely pointing up at the twelve. It was more than noticeable.