Clean Up Crews

Clara was ecstatic.

It had always been a dream of hers to move out of tech bay, believing herself better than the others there, smarter at the very least. It was so hard to prove yourself as a human when you're surrounded by gods and heroes.

Battleworld's fractured world made it difficult to even have elected officials, let alone a similar governmental scientist role she had back in her old world. Sue, Helen, and Maxima all tried their best to make the awful situation tolerable for the most amount of people, but sometimes people slip through the cracks. As much as she wanted to work in the science wing, they were at capacity when she applied. As such, Clara had decided to just get a lower deck job and work her way up... which was proving harder and harder to do. Nothing ever happened in the tech lab to help her stand out. Until today, that is.

She'd been called down by the head scientist, Reed Richards! A call for a 'nearby female' by him sent her running in that direction. In reality, he hadn't requested her by name, but her inflated ego thought he had. Thinking whomst else could Reed possibly desire than her?

This was her chance. The time to prove to him that she could work on whatever project he needed her on. In her world, Clara had told others she had a PhD! And not the kind Drake kept flaunting about, making her compliment at all hours of the day.

Her rushing stance had transitioned smoothly into a cocky strut into Reed's lab. Cracking her knuckles as she burst open the double doors, "Welp, here I am! Dr. Richards! Where do I start!?"

The lab was enormous, really stretching that recovered Gallifreyan tech to fill more space into smaller containers. It needed to be for all the various pieces of technology that Reed and the other scientists were working on. Recovered tanks, upgrades to the various Zords, battle armours for tech heroes, etc. etc. It made Clara's skin tingle with excitement. Not the actual items, no no, just the recognition she would get for even being in the same room as Dr. Richards! Maybe he'll let her call him Reed!

"Dr. Richards!" She called out again, and was swiftly greeted by a long stretching upper torso of a man that made her jump.

"Hello there, ma'am. You must be the woman I requested."

Clara puffed her chest out, "That's right! I'm here to he-"

"Sorry to do this to you, but Susan hasn't been in today and I needed this beaker clear."

He then handed her a clear container of what was clearly semen. Clara blinked, looking down at the item then up at him, "Uh... wuh?"

Already Reed's attention was split, his head the other direction while he wrote something on a board far away from the pair, "Hmm. I performed my daily masturbation ritual--as per the guidelines of the base--but without a female mouth present, my seed has been sitting in this container, wasting space. The mess is distracting even me. If you wouldn't mind?"

"Oh... right..." said Clara, looking down at the messy container with a growing sense of dread, "...is that all you needed me for? To clean up your cum?"

"As I said, I would have asked Susan to do it, but she's been very busy." And with that, he had stretched away.

"...alright." She said with a wry smile. After a reserved sigh the cum went down the hatch with little resistance. Glugging down mouthful after mouthful of the sticky substance, making sure to at least do as good a job now as she could to make his beaker clean. After it filled her stomach, Clara was panting, wiping her mouth of the last of the drops before shouting out, "Is that all, Dr. Richards?!"

"Hm? Ah, my beaker, thank you."

Reed's rubber appendage had yanked the item from her palm with little care. Leaving Clara at only the entrance to the place of her dreams, and a dejected slump in her shoulders. "Okay..."

As soon as she turned to leave, a hand pressed against the door, shutting it.

"Actually, if you wouldn't mind staying? Billy still hasn't ejaculated today either." Said Reed, gesturing over to one of the other chief science officers.

"A-ah! Okay!" She said with growing excitement. Clara rushed over through the lab, ready to do whatever it took to stay, even if she had to edge the other science man and keep her in here. Though simpler tactics should be attmepted first, "Um, I can always stick around the lab all day? I-if you need it! Like a cleaner!"

"...that would be fine." said Reed with a shrug.

Clara chuckled under her breath.

Ever see the movie 'Good Will Hunting'? It's about a genius cleaner that solves a famous equation when no one is looking, leading him to fame and fortunes beyond his wildest dreams. Or at least, that's how Clara remembered it. Now she just had to do was drink semen and wait for an unsolvable equation to appear...

"GUH!"

A smell floated up between the two. The stench of sour salty surprises wafting from the sweaty man's lower reigon.

The comparison between the two quiet individuals was palpable. One wore pure white with golden adournments, shining brightly even in the overlit base, her golden hair and powerful stance making her look like an angel... while the other had a darkening crotch patch spreading at an alarming rate.

All she'd done was walk by him in the hallway, yet it was clear this man had just ejaculated in his pants.

"...you good there, dude?" Asked Starlight, tilting her head at the technician attempting to waddle away.

"Yes! N-no problems here!"

The blonde snorted at his attempt to be brave. Something about his cute and weaker stature compared to some of the others on the base made her think of someone from a long time ago. She easily caught up to him after just a few steps, grabbing his collar and dragging him to the shared bathrooms.

Starlight and the technician were alone in the room, yet she still brought him to a stall to be safe.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry!" The curly haired technician pleaded, "I-I've just been having to focus on a project all n-night with Ana, and I knew I needed to find a woman's mouth to dispense my daily s-seed into, b-but I'm so awkward around women and I didn't know who to ask without it being weird and-!"

"Sshhh. Let's just get you cleaned up, 'k sport?"

"Y-yes... thank you, Ms. Starlight..."

"Just call me Annie for now~" She said with a wink. Slinking to her knees in the slightly cramped booth while he loomed above her. Her golden gloves began peeling down his pants, and as she did Starlight was greeted with quite a sight.

The technicican's cock wasn't the biggest, missing out on the compliment range, but it wasn't small either. Pretty girthy, though it had been absolutely buried in jizz. The sticky strands splattered about like a web. Steam rose up from the sheer heat of the load, mixing with the smell to make quite a powerful attack on her senses.

Starlight paused.

A flicker of something crossed her mind—a memory, a feeling. She remembered another time, another place, a completely different man. She remembered *hating* the act, feeling degraded, and yet...

Her stomach churned with an odd sense of déjà vu. *No, that’s not how it’s supposed to feel.* She blinked, her head briefly pounding as the lights above seemed to intensify. She winced but pushed the thought aside.

She didn't mind it. It was her job to clean this man as the closest female mouth. She pulled down his pants and underwear until they were fully off his lower half, then got to work on the cock.

"Nn! A-Annie!" The man whimpered as her head dove into the mess below, gripping onto the walls of the cubicle for stability. Her tongue ran up his meat to collect a huge wad of messy semen, then another, then another, slowly having to dodge his growing erection. It was slightly inappropriate to be getting any enjoyment from her cleaning, but she knew men just couldn't help themselves. It was almost cute.

But as she cleaned him, her head throbbed again, the pain sharp and sudden. Her tongue faltered for a moment, and she pulled back slightly, her brow furrowing.

“Ugh...” she murmured, touching her temple as the lights overhead seemed to buzz louder. The pounding in her head didn’t make sense. “Why does this keep happening?” she whispered to herself, a strange sense of unease washing over her.

“Is... is something wrong?” the technician asked, his voice trembling.

Starlight shook her head quickly, forcing a reassuring smile as she resumed her work. “No, nothing’s wrong. Let’s finish this up.”

As she continued, the strange sensation lingered in the back of her mind—a sense that something wasn’t adding up. She’d done this countless times, hadn’t she? It was normal. Routine. And yet, deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it hadn’t always been this way.

Her lips suckled, her tongue flicked, and her throat gulped down all this man's cum. Though he was hard, he was clean. After that, Starlight took his underwear off the floor and started suckling on the fibres. The man watched on in awe as the blonde bombshell licked and sucked his filthy underwear for every drop of cum he'd produced.

After it was done, she was going to hand him back his stuff and be on her way. Problem was, the dude looked like he was about to make a mess again.

"Really? Really with this?"

"S-sorry! I would very much appreciate your continued help!" He said, clapping his hands together to both beg and pray.

"You're sort of taking advantage of my generosity here... but fine. Make it quick."

Never in a million years did he expect to have Starlight on her knees awaiting his cum. As inappropriate as it was to find cleaning anyway sexual, the image of her closed eyes and tongue hanging outside her open mouth would be burned into his mind forever.

The man nodded frantically, his hands already moving to grip his shaft. Starlight settled back onto her knees, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders as she tilted her head upward, her lips parting slightly. Her tongue slipped out just enough to rest against her lower lip, a perfect target for his release. She closed her eyes, waiting patiently as he began to stroke himself above her.

Her mind wandered as she knelt there, the rhythmic sound of his movements filling the quiet space. There was something oddly familiar about this, something that didn’t sit right. Her lips tingled as a memory surfaced, unbidden and unwelcome. She saw herself in the Seven’s meeting room —her mouth around The Deep, his smug voice ringing in her ears.

She’d hated him. Hated the way he’d **** her into that degrading act just to stay on The Seven, as if she’d needed his approval. And when he’d finished—when his cum had hit her tongue—she’d felt nothing but disgust. She remembered spitting it out into the toilet, the sharp, salty taste clinging to her palate.

But now... now the memory felt alien, almost wrong. Why had she spit it out? That didn’t make any sense. Semen didn’t belong in the toilet—it belonged in her stomach. Her mouth wasn’t for spitting, it was for swallowing. That was just common sense, wasn’t it?

A sharp pain jolted through her head, pulling her from the memory. She winced, her hand briefly lifting to her temple as the bathroom lights seemed to buzz louder, the brightness pressing against her senses.

“Annie?” the technician’s voice pulled her back to the present. “A-are you okay?”

Starlight **** a smile, shaking her head slightly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just... finish up already.”

Making it quick was not a problem. He wanked as hard as he could for a few minutes until he started blowing his load into Starlight's open mouth hole. Strand after strand blasting her tongue and lips, with a few hitting her cheek in wild friendly fire. The climax continued as long as he could make it happen, pumping his fist to surge as much semen into Starlight as he could.

Starlight's stomach was certainly filled after cleaning up this man for a second time. He didn't have it in him to make a third mess, thankfully, so after that she finally stood up again.

"Alright! Hope you're feeling better. Next time, don't be afraid to ask a woman for help, okay? We're not scary monsters, we know we have to clean up jizz."

"Yes... thank you, A-Annie." He said, shuffling out of the bathroom in a hurry.

With a final soft chuckle, Starlight began cleaning herself up. Readjusting her makeup, fixing her hair, licking up the last of the semen, that kind of thing.

After she finished a moment pass and she gripped the edge of the sink, her knuckles whitening as she stared into her own eyes. “Why did I spit it out?” she murmured to herself, the question echoing in her mind. The thought didn’t make sense—didn’t *fit*—but it wouldn’t go away.

The lights above buzzed louder, their brightness seeming to pulse against her skin. Her powers stirred faintly, responding to the intensity, but instead of comfort, it brought pain. She winced again, her hand flying to her temple as a sharp spike of discomfort flared through her head.

“This... doesn’t make sense,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the lights. She glanced around the bathroom, half-expecting to find some hidden enemy, some explanation for the strange sensations. But there was nothing. Just the lights, burning brighter and brighter, filling her vision with golden warmth.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as the pain began to fade. When she opened them again, the uneasy memory had receded, leaving only the familiar sense of routine. She licked her lips one final time, the taste of the technician’s release still lingering, before straightening and adjusting her suit.

“Must just be tired,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Nothing a little rest won’t fix.”

But as she stepped out into the hallway, the faint flicker of déjà vu followed her like a shadow.

Despite all the new worlds and stress they'd come under, Johnny Storm's room had not changed since the Earth he'd come from.

Sue knew this well. Obviously, she'd had to clean up for her lazy younger brother back then too. Family often cleans up after each other, so it made sense for her to be here, but it didn't bring her much joy. The confines of his room looked just like she'd remembered them. A few posters of cars and bikini clad women around, a half-eaten funnel cake from the night before, and a

He was also asleep in his bed, naked with a boner.

There were reasons why Sue felt a little weird to see her brother in such a state, but none enough to make her leave. For example; was it strange he was naked? Not really, 'The Human Torch ran hot' as Johnny would say. Pyjamas did nothing for him, needing the cooler air to reach sleep at all. So was it his boner that was strange? Again, not particularly. A man's libido was just an unavoidable part of male biology. Why would she worry about that? Johnny was probably just experiencing a sexy dream of someone he knew, nothing to get concerned about.

Supposedly, the question could also be turned to Susan. Wasn't it weird she was present at all to gaze upon his sleeping form? Perhaps, but then she was just here to clean up. Just like she had been the last few days. Never had this maid costume seen so much work, but then what else would you wear when cleaning?

Even though she was in a fairly revealing outfit, Sue Storm remained invisible during the process. Making Johnny embarrassed that his sister was cleaning up after him would be bad, so she did her best to stay hidden around him. Which was another reason she was almost glad he was still asleep. Made sneaking around even easier.

So she got to work. It was all fairly routine at this point, almost like he left his room dirty on purpose for her to clean up. His FF suit was hung up in his cupboard, books were put away on his desk, socks and underwear in the hamper, a bit of light dusting on the top shelves that made her outfit uncover her butt (if anyone could see it). He had a smear of sugar around his mouth from the funnel cake, which Sue was quick to lick up. Having to grab her brother's manly jaw and run her tongue along his lips to clean the sugar. Lighting on fire was a good way to burn calories, and Johnny ate almost as much as Dash some days to keep his powers flaming on.

It didn't take very long to be done, but it was still good to keep on top of these things. You never know when a bigger mess might come around...

"Nng!"

Just as she was about to leave, she'd heard her brother make a noise. Fearing she'd been found out, Susan stayed invisible to snap her head towards him. Johnny had not awoken, but perhaps that was worse than the reality.

The Human Torch's cock had spurted its load up into the air. Semen rained down upon his body and his bed for nearly a full half minute before finally sputtering out of its climax.

Susan stared at the muscular jizz splattered form, draped so loosely in his sheets, all while smiling peacefully before returning to quiet slumber.

The air was quiet for a moment before Sue exhaled a long breath.

'Oh great, another mess to clean up.'

Wasting no time, the curvy Susan Storm strutted over to the bed to begin her cleaning. To her, this was just like if Johnny had spilled his morning coffee on himself. In that scenario she'd have delivered him a tissue, in this scenario it was up to her to lick up the mess.

She could have gotten a different female mouth to do it, but that would have caused further embarrassment for him. Revealing he had a wet dream at his age, dragging Jen or Helen back to his quarters just to clean up. No, his family member was the best option to just do it now.

Sue began with the cock itself. It was always good to clean up the source of a spill first, lest more mess occur as you tidy the rest. She tried not to think too hard about the length and hardness compared to Reed, after all it was inappropriate to think like that while cleaning. Gripping her brother's incredibly warm phallus, her perfect invisible lips wrapped around his base to suckle on his tip, extracting the last few straggling strands of semen and gulping them down readily. Even his jizz felt so warm it nearly burnt her tongue, but the manly taste made up for the discomfort.

Next, Sue began licking his mons and abdomen. Her bumpy tongue ran along his skin to collect each drop of his jizz as quickly and efficently as possible. He had defined muscles that she had to really dig into with her tongue to clean every spec of cum from her brother. He shifted in his sleep from her wild tongue and Sue paused with a mouth full of cum. It had been hard not to rub her ample chest against her brother's crotch while licking his tummy for cum, which was causing a slight stir in his groyne. Even invisible, there was a worry she'd be discovered if he woke. That would be really embarrassing for Johnny to find out his sister was cleaning up his mess.

After he didn't awake, Sue swallowed and returned to her task.

With his body completed, all that was left was the surrounding area. To a casual observer, they'd see a man hard and clean, with magically disappearing jizz between his spread legs. Sue had to really dig her tongue deep into his sheets to get them tidy, scooping the salty substance into her waiting trash can of a mouth.

After a few strange shudders of her own and a mouth tasting heavily of her brother's cum, Sue decided Johnny was clean enough. He was beginning to wake, so she hurriedly exited the door before he realised she was there.

Though she had a feeling that wouldn't be the last time she'd have to clean up after her brother.