THE VULTURE'S FEAST!!!!

Marvel Team-Up...

Nick Katzenberg and Sue Storm

Enter the Wasp...Fighting for her life....AGAINST THE VULTURE!

Two Weeks Ago: (Earth Time)

Janet Van Dyne-Pym, the short haired Vixen known as the Wasp, adjusted her dark hair and make-up. She had on a pretty cute white blouse and jeans. She walked into the bar, a seedier place, where her best friend in the whole world, Susan Storm-Richards had told her to meet. She bit her lip and took a deep breath, she couldn't believe she was doing this. A date. An actual date, set up by Susan. Sure, she was separated from her husband Hank Pym, but this was a first for her. And a blind date to boot. Susan had recently admitted one night after several drinks that she may or may not be in an adulterous affair.

Despite goading, Janet couldn't get it out of Sue who the man was. She knew that like herself, Susan had problems keeping the attentions of her husband. She had even noticed Sue taking a back seat to her duties with the Fantastic Four. It seemed that the Thing was off with the Guardians of the Galaxy, and Johnny was tangled up with the Inhumans rather often. These kinds of lulls were not uncommon in the superhero community. Janet had sworn she wouldn't tell a soul. Susan had all but begged her to go on this double date, claiming it was more for Jan to “let her hair down”. During their talks, Susan stated firmly that her new “boyfriend” as she called this man was not the obvious choice in Janet's head, Namor. In fact, Sue said she just didn't find Namor all that good-looking.

It was around this time that Janet noticed that Susan was spending an inordinate amount of time with one Spider-man. They had been seen tussling with the Wrecking Crew, and the Sinister Six. Spider-man, or Peter Parker, as many secretly knew him, even had his white Future Foundation suit on more often. The one he wore when he joined the Fantastic Four while Johnny was caught in the Negative Zone and believed dead. Though publicly the pair claimed there union was platonic, many were calling them the “Fantastic Two” or even Spider-Sue in the tabloids. Now it became all too apparent to Janet that the possibility of them being “more” than just friends was all too real.

Janet saw Sue drinking some red drink from a straw at the bar. She was shocked to see her friend in a tight blue dress, with blue strap heels. Maybe Janet was a little undressed she told herself looking down at her attire. “Hey you slut,” Janet winked at Sue and told the bartender to give her one of whatever Sue was drinking.

The Invisible Woman was more than happy to see her friend. “I'm so happy you decided to come,” she put her hand on Janet's shoulder, “You will have so much fun. And no judgment from me tonight OK?” The pair ordered drinks, and Sue informed Jan that they'd have to meet up with the “boys” soon. The two paid their bill and left the bar. To be honest, it was almost too perfect, as Reed and Hank were off world saving some primitive race. They'd be gone a while. The idea that neither of their genius husbands had any idea what they're wives were doing sent chills of excitement through Janet's small tight body. She just let her friend basically pull her around, taking note of how much more confident her taller, firmer breasted blonde friend was.

The Wasp finally started to feel odd, when Susan brought her to the Baxter Building and then to the Negative Zone lab. “The Negative Zone?” Janet said as she watched Sue put on a a distortion area backpack, to enter the Zone. It would help them move about the Zone more quickly, and safely. There were jet propellers in the packs.

Sue told her to relax, that it was just a precaution to avoid getting caught outright. “How does Peter get to the Zone?” Jan mumbled, allowing Sue to put a pack on her own back.

“Peter who?” Sue looked at her friend and adjusted the buckles and straps to tighten the pack to her slender friend's body.

Ten minutes later, Janet Van Dyne, and Susan Storm landed on a planet, near the distortion area's entrance. It was weird to glide through the empty space in these “outfits”. They arrived in a city, like any other, with various creatures all around taking no mind of them. Now it became clear why Sue chose this place. No one recognized them, but they sure did hit on the pair of gorgeous humans.

Jan had to admit to herself she was excited beyond belief at that point. When the girls entered a dive bar, Sue lit up when she saw the fat man sitting in the corner with a cigar. She ran over and sat in his lap. “Nicky...I want you to meet Janet Van Dyne,” Sue pointed to her friend whose mouth hung open slacked jawed.

“You have to be kidding me,” Janet refused to hold her hand out to the sweaty fat man in a brown trench coat. “FUCKING NICK KATZENBERG!” He was the sleazy reporter that had stalked Sue. “This can't be real,” Janet's eyes took in Susan sitting in the fat short man's lap. It looked so odd to see this pair. Her friend was light-years out of this slimeball's league.

Sue slapped her friends hand playfully, “Jan...be nice,” she then pointed to the man sitting across from Nick. He was an elderly old man, with a hunchback, in a green tuxedo. At least this one was dressed nice, his bald head shining in the dim lights of the bar. “This is Adrian, he's...” Sue tried to introduce the man, but Janet already knew him.

“It's the FUCKING VULTURE SUE!” She looked at her friend, “You HAVE to be kidding me?” Was Sue really trying to set her up with this old villain. Nevermind that this man was an outright villains, one her and the Avengers had fought on numerous occasions, Janet was barely thirty years old and gorgeous, this man was in his sixties and ugly. Janet turned and stormed out. She began putting her pack back on. “What the fuck?” She heard Sue's heels clicking behind her. Jan whipped her head around “Is this mind control Sue? Or a **** of some type?” She moved quicker to get away from this odd scene. “I can't believe you are FUCKING NICK KATZENBERG!”

“Of all my friends,” Sue scolded her, “I'd think you would be more understanding and accepting, you're being rude Janet!” Still, to prove there was no mind control, and no **** (well, maybe some spice) Susan helped her friend get back to Earth. Janet had it out with Susan right in the Baxter Building lab. She told Sue she should “rethink” her choices. She still promised she wouldn't say a word to anyone. She called Sue “crazy”, and Sue called her a “bitch”, and they parted ways.

A week ago...(Earth Time)

Peter Parker stood up in the dais with Susan Storm-Richards. They were opening a superhero themed restaurant with the proceeds going to a Future Foundation charity. Spider-man was in full costume, the white one of the Future Foundation. He looked over the crowd, and numerous news outlets. His own paper, or Peter's paper, was represented by Felicia Hardy, who had just joined the Daily Bugle. She had on glasses, and held a notepad in one hand. They had dated on an off, and recently had a fling. Felicia was clearly jealous of Sue, and had all but told Peter. They were just spending so much time together.

Peter then looked to the back to see Nick Katzenberg fidgeting. Susan had tried to get him thrown out, but this was a public place, and as long as he stayed within the parameters of the restraining order, he was not going to be bothered. Though, he was sweating back there, and sure looked bothered. His face was in a perpetual state of what looked like pain. Peter had to admit, Nick was getting some scoops. Freelancing for whatever outlet would pay him. He just got a picture that TMZ paid almost 10 grand for. It was after Peter saved Sue from some muggers in an alley. She hadn't even known they were there, otherwise Peter was sure that she would have walloped them herself. He saw the knife from the rooftop and sensed something was wrong. Spider-man made quick work of the three men. Susan had turned to see them in webbing and smiled when Peter had dropped down upside down. “My hero,” Sue had cooed, and lifted up his mask to give him a quick peck on the lips. It was harmless, and playful, but Nick, who Peter hadn't even seen snapped the pic at the exact right moment when there lips locked. It only fueled the “Spider-Sue” flames with the media. They weren't dating, as Peter couldn't do that to Reed or his BFF Johnny. But damn, she was hot, and he had to adjust his suit after that kiss. Peter chalked it up to Nick still stalking Sue.

Now he kept his eyes on the little fat sleazeball, who was grunting and fidgeting in his seat. Sue was answering questions and getting ready to cut the ribbon.

“Thank you all for coming,” She smiled, and handed Spidey a large pair of scissors.

“Try the Spidey burger! It's FANTASTIC!” Spider-man joked and did his part in cutting the ribbon. The people applauded and laughed. He lifted his mask slightly to take a sip of his coffee. “Yuck,” he thought, for some reason it was salty and bitter. He began to field questions while Sue stood back.

As Sue listened to more questions about their relationship, and the menu of the restaurant, she rolled her eyes at his quips and puns. “SO UNFUNNY,” she told herself. She hated his humor. He was such and annoying tool. She smiled each time he sipped his coffee. “Enjoy the cream,” she joked in her head. She was referring to the “shot” she had just put in there. For the past ten minutes, Sue had been using an invisible **** hand to jerk off Nick from across the room. She had to hold in laughter as he squirmed in his seat. Right when she said “Thank you all for coming”, she had felt his sperm splash into the invisible ball she had made. Using her powers she floated the invisible sperm over the heads of the patrons. Putting a shot of “cream” in Spidey's coffee. And a little in her own. She sipped her own frothy coffee, a large cream mustache on her upper lip for all to see, which she licked off. “Mmmmmm,” she cooed. Damn, she hated the need for secrecy, but she didn't want to risk EVERYTHING. Still, the idea of the media seeing Nick and her openly dating in public made her wet.

Felicia Hardy looked at Sue the whole time. That bitch, she mused, trying to steal HER man. She even watched her lick off a milk mustache. Hamm it up, Felicia seethed. Something was wrong here. Felicia was going to get to the bottom of it. After the ceremony, Felicia went to change out of her journalist garb and put on her Black Cat gear. As the Black Cat she could follow the “Invisible Bitch” better. Two could play at this being “invisible” game. Black Cat was a world renowned burglar, and could stay out of sight when she wanted.

She came back to the roof-top of the building adjacent to the restaurant. Sue was no where to be found. Peter had swung off on his own. She was about to follow after Peter when she heard noises coming from an alley several buildings down. Someone had tipped over a trash can. She jumped over to the building's roof and looked down. It was Nick Katzenberg. Felicia's interest picked up. The sleazeball was up to something, she thought. He was getting shots of Spidey, other heroes and even herself as if he were flying in the air right next to them. She remembered seeing a picture he took in a tabloid of her at night on a rooftop watching over the city, which was odd, as she was SURE she was alone that night. Not a soul around. So how? Black Cat's eyes bugged out when she saw his cock out in the open. She better call the police on this creep. She grabbed her phone from her pocket and was dialing, when she heard a voice call out “OH GOD NICKY BABY!”

Black Cat lifted her phone and pointed it down to Nick. She zoomed in on her camera to see Nick humping at thin air. Something was odd about the way his cock looked. As if it was being squished by some unseen.....

“It can't be,” Felicia finally realized.

But she heard the voice again, “Fuck me Nicky! Fuck me!”

“Why you Invisible sick slut!” Mumbled softly. Sue was down there. She knew it. She was fucking this fucking slob! How long had the two been fucking? Felicia recorded the entire scene. It ended with Nick's cock turning slightly down at a strange angle. The slurping noises gave it away. Black Cat was a woman. She had sucked a dick. Sue was deepthroating Nick. The outline of his dick began to snake down until it exploded and the cum formed the unmistakable outline of a stomach. Felicia actually watched Sue's stomach begin to digest Nick's cum right there on camera. “Looks like Sue is eating off the menu,” Felicia joked to herself about the new restaurant.

“FUCK YOU CAN SUCK A DICK BLONDIE!” Nick groaned happily. He zipped up his pants and then began to walk out of the alley. The two were talking softly. Hardy caught it all. Was this enough? What had Felicia actually caught on camera? Would she need more proof? Some would say it was just Nick being a perv. He had been caught jerking off before. The Black Cat worried that they'd say she doctored the video, and added Sue's voice. It wouldn't be impossible to do. How could she out this bitch?

Present....

Janet Van Dyne couldn't believe herself. What was she doing, she thought to herself, moaning softly as the elderly man's fingers twirled around her pussylips. She had to adjust her legs in her black dress to allow more of Toomes' hand access to her pussy. “Ohhhhh,” she moaned looking at the old man's face. He had the look of a man in the throws of ultimate passion. It was clear, this man wanted nothing more than HER.

She had talked to Sue again after their spat, had even given her the benefit of the doubt. This was her best friend, and someone she had trusted with her life numerous times. Further, Janet noticed a renewed confidence in Sue she hadn't seen in years. The Invisible Woman was carrying herself with her head high, a smile on her face, and an almost tangible glow about her. Some reporters and journalists said it was because she was “working out, exercising more, and getting more sleep”. Jan got the real scoop, when Sue told her it was her amazing sex life. \

They mended the fences of their friendship, and the Wasp kept Sue's secret. Her friend was BEGGING her daily for a second date with Toomes, who according to Sue, “really had a thing for Janet.” She insisted that the Vulture was a villain, but he was sweet too, and only wanted to steal and do petty crimes. He didn't really hurt people. Apparently, he was Nick's best friend.

Reluctantly, she eventually agreed. Hank had not even called in a day. Her own husband. She was downright bored and lonely. Further, she wanted to give Sue a chance more so than Toomes. The Wasp went out on the double date. Adrian Toomes, a man twice her age, was the opposite of Nick. He was polite, cordial, and kind, holding doors for the young heroine, and buying her dinner, drinks, and anything she wanted. It was clear he had feelings for her. He gave her his undivided attention and Janet soon found it rather sweet. He wasn't a boorish scumball likes Sue's boyfriend. He held doors and even brought flowers. It was a level of attention she wasn't getting from Hank. Jan was Toomes “world” while they were out. It was much more attention that she had gotten from men in years. Why shouldn't they give her the attention they give Sue. She was hot, young, and had a tight little body. She might not have Sue's breasts, or height, or blonde hair, but Janet Van-Dyne was gorgeous in her own right.

Hell, Toomes even commented on her outfits. Being in the fashion industry on her time off from being the Wasp, was her main source of income. It was more than just a hobby, or livelihood. It was her passion. No one had really been coming to her stores. The fact that Toomes was interested in her outfits had her talking for hours. Which made Sue smile. Janet even talked about setting Nick and Adrian with some clothes at a later date. Sue insisted that she “only help Adrian”. Janet began forming jacket and pants matches in her head that would suit his slender and tall body.

This time around, Janet was more open to having fun. Thanks in large part to the drinks Sue kept buying. She let her hair down, and even played up the part of a hot young girl on a date with an older man. Her and Susan giggled and joked and acted seductively around their MUCH older dates. Nick was almost twice Sue's age, but younger than Toomes. When Sue would show a little leg, Jan would follow with a slow cross of her own small legs. Trust Sue, the Wasp had told herself.

So by the end of the next double date. That first real date, she had kissed him while being walked home. A simple walk home from a date. Something she couldn't even remember Hank ever doing in the first place. She knew she shouldn't have. They might have been seen. He was a villain and a much older man. Not handsome by traditional standards, but there was something about the way he looked at her. Initially, she had pulled back on the kiss, but for an old man, he was eager and a little forceful. Made sense, being a villain after all. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her lips to his. A quick kiss that would have ended had he not put his arm around her waist causing a momentary gasp. His tongue entered her mouth, and she tasted his sweet breath. He must have been popping mints the whole time. The whole thing made her feel once again like a girl in high-school on a date with a much older man. These thoughts made her knees weak, and she swirled her tongue around the older mans. She had even joked after he broke the kiss, “You stole that one Mr. Vulture...you thief!”

It was why she had agreed to this second date. Well, actually, it was a third date, technically, since she had agreed and shown up to the original date, even though she left almost immediately in initial shock and disbelief. The idea of this being their “third date” was not lost on Janet. It made her tingle with anticipation at the implications. Things “happened” on third dates. It was why she took the time with her hair, and make-up.

This time, it was dinner and drinks in Ibiza Spain, courtesy of the Fantasticar. They still couldn't do this publicly in New York. The date had taken them all back to the Baxter Building. Johnny, Ben, and Reed were gone on their own adventures as per usual. Hank was with Reed and some other scientists doing research in another part of the galaxy. The idea of being wild while Hank was away was getting to Janet again. She had drank too much, and now she was being fingered by this old man on the couch of her friend. Sue was off with Nick, they rarely kept their hands off each other.

She didn't know why she did it, but after talking for some time, she just kissed Toomes. Then he got aggressive, but in a almost loving way. He was cute for an old man, in his own way. And all he wanted was HER. It made her feel like the center of the Universe....of HIS Universe. Something she hadn't felt in ages. The very idea of being out on a date with this man, like she was a young girl once again, was exciting. She almost came right there as his fingers pushed inside her. The idea of being fingered like some high-school girl. Even though he'd probably have been her teacher. This excited her even more.

She grabbed his hands and stopped his advance. She flipped her hair back and smiled at him warmly. “Do you have a condom?” She asked with earnest. As Janet watched him fumble in his jacket, which she had designed, she laughed. He was eager. He wanted her so badly, he was shaking. She laughed at the sight. She watched him unzip his pants, and clumsily pull out his long, thin cock. She laughed again, at how much it curved and looked surprisingly like his long nose. She laid back down, and felt him get on top of her. Her hands held the sides of his face. “You really are a sneaky thief of a villain Vulture....you're about to steal Hank Pym's pussy.”

Susan Richards watched the whole thing from her room. She took a sip of her “White Nicky” as she called the drink. It was really just Nick's cum, some ice, and some vodka. She watched the screen as the Vulture got on top of her friend, hiking her dress up. Her friends eyes lit up and Sue heard her moan “Oh my....” It was the same look Sue had on her face when she first slept with Nick. Janet was giving in and enjoying every minute of it. Sure, Sue helped it along by putting “spice” in Jan's drink. A little libido boost for her lovely young friend. After one drink, Janet would have fucked ANYONE. Sue was just glad that it was Nick's friend the Vulture. The two had become friends while facing off against their mutual enemy Spider-man. Sue had made sure that the two weren't going to hurt Spidey outright, but she'd help them stick it to the tool.

She watched as Janet's legs wrapped around the old man's waist as he humped her. “I'm cumming,” Janet moaned softly, the camera picking up every word. Good for you Jan, Sue thought. She felt Nick put his hands on her shoulder.

“Good for Toomes,” he said. “He has wanted to hit that for years!”

She turned to see him in Reed's sport-coat, and a pair of Reed's Fantastic Four blue uniform pants. It didn't fit, and looked ridiculous. So hot, Sue couldn't lie to herself, watching her man puff on Reed's corn cob pipe. She bent over the desk, and was rewarded by his hot meat slicing into her from behind. “Fuck me Nick,” she called. “Fuck me while we watch Jan get fucked!” He did as asked, and sawed in and out of the Invisible Woman, her body smacking into the table, pushing it forward. The pair watched as Toomes bent over the Wasp on the couch on the floor below them. The two friends got equal fuckings from behind from their men, who had wide smiles.

Sue felt bad for Jan, who had to endure “condom” sex. She didn't have the powers that Sue did, to block the cum. Sue had to block Nick's loads. His cum was thick and white, and even at his age, she knew it was more dangerous to Sue than the Cosmic Cube itself. If she even failed to stop him once, it could mean never returning to the old way of life. Nick taunted her, “I'm gonna fucking knock you up so good Blondie,” he said and spanked her ass. The words caused Sue to moisten at their utter depravity and she lost control of her knees as an orgasm rocked her body. “SHIT NICK! OH GOD!” She felt the blast of his cum, and put up a field deep in her womb. She was shocked when the **** of his orgasm made her head ring. It was as if she was trying to stop a Tsunami down there. She wiped the trickle of blood from her nose.

Sue was realizing it was hard to stop Nick's seed. It made her so wet at the thought. It wasn't just the **** of his blasts, but his taunting words of “knocking” her up. It reminded her of the Desare stories Nick had written. She had read them by now. They were filled with girls, mostly superheroines giving in to all kinds of lowlifes (aka Nick himself) and D-list villains (mostly Nick's friends). What would start as sexual encounters would turn to the women giving in to their partners. Allowing them complete access to their bodies and any consequences that came from their union. She read how sexually liberating the experiences of the woman were, even if the stories were untrue. For the heroines in Nick's stories, there was no going back. And they all loved it.

She regained her composure to see Janet riding the Vulture's cock. “You little slut,” Sue laughed, “Ride em cowgirl!”

Nick was smoking the pipe in her marital bed. She slumped down next to him and watched the camera intently with Nick.