Marvel's Notorious Gnawbarque Issue 1

Issue 1: A bet is a bet!!

Starring:

Castor Gnawbarque & Susan Storm

Day 1 of Servitude

The villainous casino owner and former CEO of Beavertron Incorporated, Castor Gnawbarque III, beamed with excitement. The brown furred beaver alien was from Tarkan, animal like aliens that were decendants of Half-Worlders like Rocket. This was far from Tarkan.

His eyes took in the pile of money on the Sabaak table. Long ago, his father, Castor Gnawbarque II had all but banished Castor to this godforsaken Negative Zone in an effort to start Beavertron NZ (Negative Zone) Inc.

His father had punished Castor for failing to use the D-tyle Converter to siphon energy from Daggett's World in the Positive Universe. While the Guardians of the Galaxy initially believed this was all Castors idea, and that he'd died in the explosion of the D-type converter, in reality it was Castors father's idea. Neither Castor nor his father were dead as once believed. Due to increased pressure from Daggett World authorities, Castor had been secreted to the Negative Zone.

His mandate, given by his father was to grow the galactic energy corporation known as Beavertron Corp in the Negative Zone as "Beavetron NZ". From an initial shipping and logistics company moving products from the positive universe through the Distortion area, Castor had built and empire in months. In fact, he'd recently opened his newest HQ, a casino known as "Bucktooths Betting House", the first of many in series of establishments being set up by Castors subsidiary, "Bucktooth Gaming".

Now the fruits of his labors were taking shape. On the Sabaak table before him was a pile of credits, from Arhtrosian Chits, Baluuran Dragma coins, Shadow City credits, and even Collective Core World credits known as Dosh lined the table. There must be over 6 million credits being played. Even if the players won the pot, Castors casino would make a killing from it. Fees and all.

A boisterous shrill voice that Castor recognized called out "Give me a card!" It was a shocking move that made the growing crowd gasp. The infamous Rocket Racoon sat smiling holding two cards. The "Ten of Flasks" and the "Ten of Sabers". To ask for another card would be ridiculous. A bettor wanted twenty three or less and anything over was a "bomb out". Sabaak was a mixture of Poker and Blackjack that aliens from a galaxy on the farthest reaches of the Zone brought to the core worlds.

The dealer, a short pig alien criminal hired by Castor from the Positive Universe looked over to his boss. Castor nodded to Ziggy Pig to do as told and not tell Rocket the usual lines of how to bet. Castor Gnawbarque didn't just hate Rocket Raccoon, he wanted to kill him. And had tried numerous times. In fact, he would have had his Cadre of Positive World enforcers do just that. But when Rocket had come into the casino, he brought something that made Castor's heart stop. The beautiful, and scantily clad Susan Storm-Richards who following the little rodent shit around. He'd heard Rocket had a new girl. Never did Castor imagine it would be that one.

Now the beauty, in a revealing gold bikini stood behind Rocket as he played. Next to her was that weasel, both figurative and literal Ferros2.

When Ziggy Pig flipped a card and threw it on the table. The crowd cheered. Castor watched Susan gasp.

Susan couldn't The believe she was here let alone allowing Rocket to gamble. They'd come to the Zone for a break but now here they were, with Rocket gambling all there money. She barely understood the game but when she watched the "Two of Coins" flop onto Rockets cards making a 22 she jumped up in glee. The girl, forgetting her revealing bikini bounced up and down giving the table a show. She reached down to pat Rockets back, instantly getting horny.

The furred hand of their companion, Ferros2 came up and gripped Sue's hand in the celebration as Rocket raked in the loot. No one could beat that hand at that moment. Sue just jumped up and down holding the skinny Fox or ferret like aliens hand. "Let's go Rocket. While your up!" She felt three fingers grip hers as they cheered together. Then Ferros2 moved her hands down with his, and she felt two fat fingers. The girl gripped the fat fingers and celebrated. "We can walk away WAY up."

"Nah babe," Rocket shook his head. "Not yet." Rocket pushed the pile of Dosh and other creds in. The rest of the table sat back. Too rich for anyone to go in. Except the "house". Castor pulled his own Dosh from a wallet and then wrote a note promising to equal Rockets bet. This meant that the dealer, Ziggy Piggy was in.

"Cards up!" Rocket brazenly declared, meaning there would be no cards dealt down. He then pushed his remaining credits in.

Ziggy Piggy looked to an equally confident Castor who nodded.

Susan Storm looked at the owner and gasped again, gripping the fat two fingers of Ferros2. She must have let go of the third. It caused him to groan and she eased up. There must be 12 millions credits on the table.

Rocket got his first card, the 'Ten of Staves'. The crowd cheered and Susan nodded with a smile her hand once again squeezing Ferros2's hand in anticipation. This caused another squeal.

Ziggy Piggy drew a 'Two of Coins'. More cheering from the crowd and more jumping up and down from Susan. Her fist pumping Ferros2's lower left hand. She didn't even care when the four armed ferret alien grabbed her right buttocks in the white shorts. She let him rest his hand on her cheek. Which was odd though, because it looked like he was pumping his fist with his upper left hand and gripping her ass with his lower. Susan, meanwhile pumped his hand. 'Must be holding a right hand', she thought

It was now Rocket's card and when the dealer flipped the card the crowd went wild. It was one of Sabaak's face cards "The Mistress" worth Positive 13 points. While there were negative point cards, and random card shifts in most Sabaak halls, in this casino there were no "negatives" or "shifts". Susan was elated. She was bouncing up and down, Ferros2 buried his face in her cleavage and Susan didn't care. One hand of his on her ass, one on her back and one of her right tit now. His fourth hand on his head. Susan was eagerly pumping the last hand in excitement. Ferros2 was squealing loudly.

Rocket Raccoon had a "Pure Sabaak" a nearly unbeatable hand. Only an 'Idiots Array' could beat Rockets hand. While the dealer next drew a 'Three of Staves' in line to get an Idiot's Array, the chances of the dealer pulling what had to be a single Idiot face card from a depleted deck was near improbable. If there even was an Idiot face-card left.

The crowd was already cheering for Rockets win. But Ziggy the dealer wasn't giving in he looked at Castor. The villainous casino owner looked at Rocket and then silently nodded with confidence. "House doubles the bet!"

The crowd utterly gasped in a collective manner. Castor Gnawbarque was betting the next card was 'the Idiot', and if he was scared he didn't show it. Even if it wasn't, Rocket couldn't stay in the game. He didn't have the credits.

"Let's go babe," Susan pleaded once more. He didn't listen. "They're scamming you."

With a jerk of his paw, Rocket made a move. Susan yelped when Rocket Raccoon threw the keys to their M-Class star cruiser "The Benatar" on the table.

"Rocket no," she pleaded and reached for Rocket with her free hand. Ferros2 gripped her left hand with both his furry palms. He then held her waist. His last hand on her ass. That's when she realized the 'hand count' was off and looked to what she was gripping. Her hand was wrapped around a heavy bulge in Ferros2's pants. Sue gasped

"Bet is on the table," Ziggy acknowledged. Castor nodded as well behind the pig dealer.

Sue picked her head up. "Wait no!" Her grip still on the thick bulge, now the grip got tighter when her attention was taken. "Wait!"

Ferros2 groaned in glee. "Don't stop!" His bulge fucked her gripping hand. "Right there....right there....yaaaaaaa!"

Susan grimaced, feeling hot wetness around her hand. She looked down, her concentration now at the bulge and not the table.

"The Idiot!" Someone shouted and the crowd went silent looking around.

Susan glanced up, her hand still getting fucked by Ferros2's bulge. Her attention once more back to the table. Ziggy Piggy was pulling all the credits and the keys to the ship towards himself and Castor behind him. The fucker drew 'the Idiot'. "Enough!" Susan shouted. She lifted her left hand, ready to send a **** brick-wall right into Castor and his goon squad. But before she could she felt something lock around her neck.

"Sorry Susie darling!" Ferros2 shrugged his shoulders attaching a control collar to her neck rendering her powerless. "Thanks for the handjibber though!" He looked down.

Susan Storm sighed and pulled her dripping hand from his bulge. Cum seeped through the treacherous aliens pants. Susan ran her hand into her side and produced an invisible gun, that was suddenly very visible. Her hand, dripping with alien cum pointed the gun towards Castor. The crowd looked on.

Rocket was stuck. Stiff as stone gazing at the Idiot card on the table. How? How could that Pig pull "the Idiot'.

"Keep the credits," Susan said pushing Ferros2 away with her free hand, removing her ass from his grip. "We want the ship back."

Castor Gnawbarque finally had a chance to personally engage the girl. "A bets a bet," he leered, and pulled out a piece of oak to chew like a cigar. "How many of my men can you take out Mrs. Richards!"

The girls looked around acknowledging the crowd was being surrounded by Castor's goons. She already noted Skulker of the Lunatic Legion, a red kree with dreads and metal eye. He could shoot tendril mists that solidified around people. There was the Technet green goon Bodybag, who secreted a paralyzing liquid. Both could stop Sue and Rocket from leaving. And Coldwar, an insectoid from 17A, where Annihilus was born. He was dangerous.

If they made it past them, then Sue would have to deal with Tweedle Dope and the Blood Brothers, brutes of villains who now flanked the table.

Smiling against a pillar near the table was Macho Gomez, the worst bounty hunter and a dirty idiot alien.

Behind Castor and behind it all.probably, was Gatecrasher, the blue skinned big momma of Technet. Clearly head of Gnawbarque's security. Sue noted a small rabbit similar to BlackJack O'Hare standing with Gatecrasher, as well as a tall Kymellian female.

"What do we do Rocket?" Sue began pointing her gun all around the crowd. Even at patrons. She didn't trust anyone.

Rocket simply stared at the table. "How?"

Castor Gnawbaque, in full confident control chewed his stick with his big beaver teeth. "You lost Rocket. And by my count there are 18 millions credits on that table. You owe six million to the house Rocket."

The smart talking Raccoon reminded the beaver of the ship. "You got the Benatar!"

Castor came around and picked up the keys. A fluffy pair of dice chained to the large starship keys. The beaver chewed his wood in front of a hushed crowd. "This junker isn't worth the debt Rocket." He sighed and threw the keys to Macho Gomez. "But I'll spot you 1.5 million for the ship."

"It's worth twice that," Rocket snarled slamming he gaming table causing chips and credits to fly around.

Sue still waved the gun above Rocket's head.

"I'll give you 3.5 million credits," Castor responded. "But you still owe 2.5 million Dosh my friend." Castor snapped his fingers and the larger goons moved in. He was content with killing this rat of a fink named Rocket Raccoon once and for all in the alley. It was time.

"He will get the money," the girl spoke up looking at Castor. Rocket, in front of her, shot her a wide eyed glance. "You will Rocket." Sue pointed the gun at Castor. "And he's leaving collateral," she added.

"And what collateral does Mr. Raccoon have that I would want Madam." Castor laughed and the crowd joined.

"ME!" Sue answered and flipped the gun around so the handle was facing Castor, a sign of giving up. Ferros2 reached for the gun and she let him take it.

An intrigued Castor Gnawbarque ogled the Invivible Woman. "What would I do with YOU?"

The heroine was tired of the games. "Whatever you want Gnawbarque." When he simply kept staring, right in front of the crowd Susan blurted out, "I'll suck your cock so good you'll beg me to stay!" She added and crossed her arms in annoyance.

And like that, Castor Gnawbarque made a deal that would change his life. He sent Rocket away, roughly having him dragged from the table and chucked out thr front doors for all to see. Susan merely watched, shaking her head at her lover. Once again, Rocket's Ego was being paid for with Sue's body.

When the commotion died down and the crowd dispersed, Sue was still with the goon squad, now alone. She wasn't hashed scared and still hashed out the deal further. "My services aren't cheap. Ten thousand credits a day towards our debt."

This caused a chorus of laughter from the beaver and his henchmen. "Even our finest women are only 2 thousand credits a night."

Sue didn't give in, "I'm worth it. Seven thousand credits."

"I'll do five," Castor stared at her ample form. "But I'm open for renegotiating the contract in the future."

She nodded. At 5 thousand credits a day, it would take over a year, 500 days, to pay the debt off if Rocket didn't come through. And Sue had no idea how Rocket would come through. Over another full year in the Zone. And this time, no one would look for her on Earth until a week past. The Guardians of the Milky Way, Sue's side team, had saved a planet from the Cotati, plant like conquering beings. They had done it in one day. Sue told Reed it would take over a week. Then she jumped into the Zone with Rocket expecting a quick break. No help...for potentially seven years if she didn't pay the debt off.

Sighing at her fate, she made one more request. "One more thing....I want him gone!" She pointed at the traitor Ferros2. Her former teammate. "Space him." She wanted him chucked into open space. It wouldn't kill him. But he'd have to figure it all out on his own....alone.

"Done!" Castor smiled. He clapped and goons were on the four armed Ferros2 restraining him and taking the gun Ferros2 took from Sue.

"Hey what gives," a fighting Ferros2 pleaded. "We had a deal!"

But Castor Gnawbarque had a new deal. Soon, Ferros2 was being dragged away, towards the alley. "Come," Castor asked Susan holding out his arm. Sue Storm ran her hand under the beaver's arm and locked herself in wrapping her hands around his bicep.

Eye-candy. Thats what she was then. His big win of day. And he walked her around the tables displaying his big prize. Forget the money. This beauty was the win. And standing a foot taller than him and looking stunning in the bikini helped to get the "trophy effect" as Susan called it.

Susan Storm didn't just understand the "trophy effect", she coined it and created it. Sadly, this wasn't her first time as a ****, and probably wouldn't be her last. When she returned from the Negative Zone after her time on a pleasure ship, she had a strained relationship with Reed and her team. To heal from her trauma, Susan literally wrote the book on sexual servitude. Called "Anyway Through: My Story of Sex Slavery", Susan became a best selling author.

Instead of shaming sex slaves, Sue took a different look at the dynamic. Far from Earth, many cultures, races and beings saw sex slavery quite differently. For some, it was a part of life. So Sue empowered these slaves with her writing,. More often than not, sex slaves were females. Sue's perspective gave them a voice. She wrote the book with an aim towards helping young women live with such a status.

Don't get her wrong, Susan abhorred violent slavery and indentured servitude. If **** was the way of life for a **** then **** should be brought back to the master. It was inevitable.

But being a sex ****, or a sexual servant wasn't something to downright shame and dismiss, Sue wrote. In doing so, she was able to reclaim her time as a ****. In fact, she was a New York Times best seller.

Sadly she couldn't mend her relationship with Reed. She loved him but still felt shame. Not at her actions, it was about survival, as Sue would write. But after her experiences, she couldn't face Reed with her newfound sexuality. She couldn't explain it. And they separated.

She hated how Alyssa Moy came right back into Reed's life, but they seemed happy. Sue jumped on with Rocket, Groot and Ferros2 as the Guaridans of the Milky Way or GMW when she wasn't doing Fantastic Four duties.

Rocket became her lover again. And once again his arrogance was cashing checks that Sue's body would be paying.

Here we go again, she thought, hanging on the smaller beings arm. His hand on her waist. Castor was making sure to display his "trophy". Sue's chapter on the "trophy effect" explained that the 'master' will want to show off his newest toy. It's best to accept the "trophy effect" and play into it to have a more satisfied master. "Dress nice, make-up, and head high," Sue wrote in her book. If you WERE the Trophy, he'd (often male masters, but not always) treat you like the trophy.

And that was the point of "Anyway Through". 'Surviving servitude with satisfaction for all' was the tagline on the book.

When it was finally time to be alone, Castor took her up and elevator. Sue could see the whole casino as the elevator rose. She felt his hand on the small of her back. The doors opened on the top floor, and Castor lead her down a hall. Through another set of doors was a second elevator. The pair entered, his hand still around her. They now descended into what had to be that large beaver head Chandelier in the center of the casino. Shaped like Castor's head. She'd heard he's egotistical and paranoid.

The doors opened and Susan's eyes went wide with shock. It was a living space. A kitchen to straight ahead. A living room and dining room to the left and a staircase going up to a loft to the right. There was a room with a desk right before the staircase. Next to the kitchen was another door.

Castor locked heavy doors that led out to the elevators and ushered her inside.

The windows surrounding the entire room were tinted, and while no one could see inside the head, those on the inside could see everything clear as day below them. The walls were lined with paintings and televisions showing sports and live shots of the gaming floor.

But instead of seeming stunned and overwhelmed by the opulence, Sue stopped turned to Castor in the middle of the room and sank to her knees quickly and reached for the zipper on his suit pants.

Even Castor Gnawbarque was taken aback. "My my Susan Richards," he taunted her.

"Susan Storm please," she corrected him. It needed to be dealt with immediately. She didn't want constantly mock Reed's last name. Something else also had to be dealt with immediately. Sue's hand unzipped the fly of the nice suit. She took in a strong musky scent. Not unpleasant, but in fact quite exquisite like a deep forest. Her hand reached in to pants to find a hard cock beneath trousers. The beaver-man groaned and let the girl work her cold hand over his cock. She pulled it through underwear the slit for pissing and pulled it then through his suit pants until a fat black veiny beaver cock was out in the air. She gasped holding the cock. It was huge. Much bigger and fatter than even Rocket's ten inch rocket.

Susan Storm licked her lips and then slid them over the black alien cock. The taste was like a fine wooden wine. She began to slide her mouth over the dick using her tongue as a warm wet padding to further its entrance into her throat.

This was literally the subject of one of Susan's earliest chapters in her book. "Prove your worth". Make sure the master knows what you can do, what you will do, and what joy can come from treating a sexual **** with dignity and respect.

During a book signing a fan asked what the best way to "prove your worth". Susan without missing a beat dropped her reading glasses, looked at the female fan (an obvious ****), and told her to "suck cock...right away."

That's what Susan was doing. Castor was feeling the joys of Susan's cock sucking experience. She had her eyes locked on to his and her lips wrapped around his prick. Her hand held his white fleshy base that extended from his beaver sheath. Inches of black alien cock disappeared down Susan's throat until her nose hit her hand. She kept sliding it back and forth down her throat. Before even Castor knew he was going to cum, Susan did. Her left free hand gripped his furry balls hard. And she slid her mouth over his entire prick releasing her right and and hitting her nose on his stomach, sucking down even the white portions.

"By the gods!" Castor shouted to the ceiling, his prick stuffed down the beautiful throat of the Invisible Woman. He began blasting hot loads right down her throat. She didn't stop, even when her eyes teared and makeup ran. She kept drinking his seed, swallowing his essence. The scent of his prick was intoxicating. A wonderful wooden musk. It made her eyes flutter and water more. And before even Castor knew he was done, Susan did. She pulled the prick from her mouth, holding the now spent prick. The head came out with a "pop".

Susan opened her mouth showing Castor his own purple cum in her mouth. She slapped her cheek with his dripping now flaccid cock, tears running down the side of her face. A look of abject "whore" upon her visage.

She'd proved her worth!