Sue Storm Is The Wasp's Sexual Plaything

The costume was more BDSM-influenced than Janet van Dyne normally cared for. The black latex half-mask included insectoid hubs over the eyes and little antennae. The black hardness that went over and under her breasts hid nothing, but gave a place for her obviously fake wings. The elbow-length black latex gloves and knee-length black high-heeled latex boots screamed dominatrix; the black panties with the eight-inch black silicone cock jutting out of it was just pure fetish territory.

The "studio" was a single large bed, with rings and black ropes set at intervals along the edge. There were three cameras, strategically-placed bottles of lube...no condoms. Janet laid a hand on the sheets. Shiny, thick, heavy, waterproof. The kind you just had to hose down.

"Okay babe," Porkum said as he guided the blonde actress in. "In this scene, you've been kidnapped by the evil, er, MILFthra! Yeah. She's rendered you powerless thanks to the power-inhibiting collar. You're helpless, and totally **** as she sates her every sexual whim on your body..."

The blonde looked at Janet, and the Wasp's heart leaped. She really did look just like Sue Storm, although with heavier makeup.

"I don't normally go in for girls," the blonde said. "But if you say it's okay, Porkie..."

Even sounded like Sue.

The blonde shucked her robe, and Janet saw a collar studded with glowing yellow gems around her neck...and the tattered remains of something very much like a Fantastic Four uniform, though the material was much cheaper. Janet could clearly see those matronly breasts, the dark nipples visible, the golden curls between her legs.

"Trust me, babe," Porkum said, the immense pig-man was still in his trench coat, but there was a distinctive bulge in the front. If Janet hadn't seen the previous recordings, she would have taken it for a badly-concealed shotgun. "Just roll with it..."

"So," Sue looked "MILFthra" in the eyes. "What do you want to do with me?"

Instinct drove Janet forward. Her hand cupped Sue's cunny, gloved fingers driving into the already-wet slit so hard that the blonde went up on her toes. When the blonde opened her mouth to gasp, whether in shock, pain, or pleasure, Janet covered her mouth with her own.

She stole their first kiss, her free hand on Sue's back as she half-carried, half-guided Sue to the bed. Mind aflame with ideas.

Although she felt a strange weakness flow through her body. The sickly yellow light of the gems in that collar looked oddly real for a porn-film prop. Janet tried to ignore it. She bore down on Sue, who seemed weak as a kitten. The Wasp's teeth caught at the torn costume and ripped it savagely from Sue's body. She left little love-bites on the exposed flesh. Beneath her, Sue began to buck, obviously turned on despite how rough Jan was being. An utter slut, already soaking wet, as Jane's gloved fingers easily squelched as they twisted and pistoned in and out of her little pink slit.

This slut could never be Susan Storm! Janet told herself as she pulled at a dark nipple with her teeth, tugging the tit upwards, Sue's whole body arched as she moaned in pain and ecstasy...and Jan's fingers plunged in and out of her slutty slit without mercy as the blonde ground her body against her. That odd sense of weakness grew and grew, but Janet pushed it aside, trembling in the grip of a sexual excitement like nothing she had ever known.

Around the two women, the cameras rolled.