Marvel's Notorious Gnawbarque Issue 3

Issue 3: A shipment so dangerous!!!

Day 134 of Servitude

"This has become to risky of a venture" The Blue skinned Augor from the planet Dartayus was getting frustrated. He adjusted his position in the long resort chair. This was infuriating. He was mad not just at the owner and proprietor of this resort, but at the blistering twin suns above head. And these chairs for sunbathing. He ran his four fingered hand through his sweaty white hair. Dartayans were not used to such heat, their planets cities were covered by clouds. Further his red eyes couldn't adjust properly to the constant sunlight. It didn't seem that his companions from the Dartayus Union felt such added stress. It seemed their eyes were all glued the pool. Just like the owner of the casino.

Augor looked over to see the focus of their eye, that white skinned sunbathing human in the revealing white bikini. Her breasts bounced while she moved through the knee length water. For a moment, his own maleness got the best of him and he leered a moment longer when the girl ran her hands through her wet hair. How could he not, the crotch of her bikini was barely there, and there was even less in the back. Her dark nipples could be seen through the material.

But Augor wasn't only into girls. "Ahem," he called to his host and his cohorts, breaking the seductive hold the girl had on them all. "As I said these shipments are not as easy to conceal." The Dartayan now had the beaver alien's attention. Augor noted how the beaverman looked fatter in the stomach.

The Tarkan known as Castor Gnawbarque pulled a piece of Birchwood from a pile and chewed it. He then sipped a glass of Ginsky. "I will double your fee for the safe passage of the product through the Distortion area."

Augor and his Dartayus Union were secretly helping to import certain items from the Positive Universe. Certain items that Beavertron NZ and its reputable shipping company couldn't afford to be associated with.

"Things have changed." Augor continued. "The Lord Ascendant of the Union no longer has sway since the um...incident."

Castor Gnawbarque laughed in his tanning chair. "When he summoned a giant demon to destroy the Earth...yah mean that incident." The beaver was referring to mutant Dartayan Kologoth Antares, former Lord Ascendant of the Dartayus Union political party that was ow underground on planet Dartayus. Kologoth had summoned and ancient demon and was stopped by the X-Men of Earth. The short beaver slapped the gray uniform of Augor. "Auggiie my dear boy, we can figure this out." The beaverman returned his gaze to the human girl, who now walked over to the fully clothed group sitting on the lawn chairs.

"Susie," he called over. The beauty walked over and twisted her hair so water poured down to the ground. "I want you to meet my colleagues," he put his hand on the girl's right ass cheek. "This is my newest assistant Susan Storm!"

Augor, sweating in his seat, was not as amused or star struck as his cohorts. "I'm aware of who Ms. Storm is." He continued, "She's aligned with the X-Men."

"Barely Augor," Susan Storm crossed her arms. She showed that she too had knowledge of the person with whom she was conversing. "Where is Kologoth?"

Castor could sense Susan was trying to rile the Dartayan up. "Susan dear, be a doll and fill up the bosses glass of Ginsky." He pointed to the group of blue skinned Dartayans with white hair and pointed ears. "Bring everyone a drink."

The seasoned politician sighed when his cohorts stared at Susan's ass while she walked by. It was an old tactic, designed to confuse and distract during negotiations. "You're new assistant is a famous heroine from Earth?" Augor asked. "Where is Otta Spice?"

The owner of the resort chugged what was left of his booze. "She's indisposed at the moment." Castor shot a glance at Sue's swaying ass. "Susan is more than qualified for the position." Susan was at the bar moving her ass slowly. "Even better than Otta if you ask me." He chewed a bark. "Besides she's fully depowered."

Augor leaned in. "Earthlings and Dartayans have a strained relationship." The politician turned criminal smuggler admitted his concern. "I don't think someone like Sue Storm can be trusted with our work."

Castor watched Susan get the drinks quickly from the bartender. She held them on a flat brown setving tray and walked over. Susan did not have to wait anymore than Castor did for drinks at this newest resort and casino. The newest addition to "Bucktooths Gaming". A stantionary casino in the Maos Spires. Though Susan was an executive secretary of the compan, she didnt wait for drinks thanks to that body, more so than her position. So fast, that she arrived just as Augor was talking of trust.

"Who can't be trusted?" Susan asked and handed Castor his glass. Then she went about passing out the drinks. All but Augor seemed eager to savor the strong Ginsky's.

Gnawbarque didn't hide Augors fear of her. "He's afraid we can't trust you."

Susan reached down and grabbed the glass from Castor. She took a sip. "Trust me with what?"

And Castor Gnawbarque explained something he'd never explained to Susan before. That he uses the Dartayan Union to move illicit products through Dartayan friendly space until Castors goons can secure the loads. Augor was shocked that Castor blurted out their business.

Instead of asking about what "products" where being shipped, or accusing anyone of black market smuggling, Susan asked a simple question. "What's the problem with the shipments?" She scanned the faces of the Dartayans. "Would it be that your benefactor summoned Scythian Algurus to destroy Dartayus? Maybe friendly space to the Dartayus Union is shrinking?"

She was right. With Baluuran space to the east, the Shadow City Collective to the west, and Arthrosian to the north, friendly space for the destructive Dartayus Union was shrinking by the day.

"You have a business dilemma," Susan stated standing above the group of Dartayans. "I have a solution."

Augor shot her a weary, unconvinced glance. "What's your solution Earth woman?" He said 'Earth Woman' in a derogatory manner.

She stood directly above him, hands on her hips, her body blocking a portion of the twin suns. "I'm the Invisible Woman." She laughed. "You need to be invisible!" She turned now to Gnawbarque, not intending to give the Dartayan delegation the ass show that she was. "I can do this Bucky...I mean Castor!"

The sly businessman rubbed his chin. "What's in it for you?"

"Ten percent of the profit!" Susan stated confidently.

The Dartayans laughed heartedly. "We don't get ten percent," Augor snickered. "Foolish girl."

Susan crossed her arms. "Castor....sir, may we talk". She angrily walked across the side of the pool towards a cabana covered in thin white sheets as drapes. Her movements lacked the sensuality and confidence from before.

Castor Gnawbarque looked to Augor. "You wanna see why I trust her," he informed the four Dartayans softly while Sue was out of earshot. "Walk over there in two minutes!"

Augor and his closest confidant waited the time alloted. The other Dartayan seemed even more eager than Augor to see what the fuss was about. He made sure the other two stayed, and they seemed happy to sit in the sun and drink. The politician turned smuggler walked slowly towards the cabana. Strange alien resort guests walked around the pair of Dartayan aliens unaware of the deals being made.

The bisexual blue skinned male was the first to approach the white cabana where Susan and Castor had disappeared. He found a small slit in the drapes that hid the interior. If someone could see him, they didn't make any mention. His companion all but pushed him aside to get his own view.

Susan Storm was standing about two feet from the short brown beaver whose head came up to Sue's ample chest. "We talked about this Bucky!" She had her hands on her hips. "We discussed me having a bigger role in Beavertron NZ..." Susan urged, "I don't want to be seen as only table game eye candy or jerk off fodder for clients and investors!" She seemed serious. And she explained that..."I'm serious!"

Castor Gnawbarque, in his business suit walked close to the girl in the bikini and put his arms around her waist. "I know darling." The beaver was staring at Susan's chest. He reached around her back to undo the tie of her top. It didn't take much tugging for the top to come free and fall off. Castor took the right heavy tit in his hands and began to suck, while the Daytarans looked on in stunned silence.

'They're mates,' thought Augor silently in his head. He'd suspected something between Otta Spice and the lowly Beaver from Tarkan, but his was different. How did such a lowlife get this lovely human.

The deceptive casino owner stood back and put a piece of wood in his mouth. "Be a darling and jump around like a Toraxisi field Starg dear," the beaver asked. He took a step back.

Susan Storm sighed. She began hoping up and down with her hand out by her jaw like paws. Her huge boobs bounced up and down. Both watching Dartayan males were beginning to respond in their crotches. She stopped suddenly and put her hands on her hips. "So what do you think?"

The duplicitous little shit of a businessman picked his clawed semi-webbed hand up and reached up to Susan's blonde forehead and pushed down.. "Down dear," he instructed.

The girl's began to sink her body low. The girl quickly grabbed a towel on a table and put them below her knees before they hit the floor. She then began to unbunkle his suit pants belt. "Soooo...." Susan asked unzipping the beaver's fly. She reached in and grabbed the hard cock covered by silk undergarments. Susan worked the black cock through the pisshole until it reached open air. "What do you think?" She asked and sank her mouth over the hand black alien cock.

The two onlookers were intrigued. Such blatant and wanton behavior for one known for heroism and supposed piety.

The girl slid her mouth over the alien cock, her blue eyes looking up to the furry whispered face of the beaverman, trying to gage his thoughts. She gripped the base when no response came from the portly beaver, she pulled her mouth of, still kissing his black cockhead. "Well?"

Castor's head was staring at the ceiling, seemingly lost in the joys of the blowjob. "What's that now dear?" He asked, evidencing that he wasn't listening. He reached out and pushed the buxom beauty's head back towards his cock, she obliged by taking the prick back in her mouth.

Susan gripped the shaft and slid her mouth down the length of the black cock. It made the beaver groan But she apparently wasn't going to be deterred. She slid her mouth off the dick, and then leaned forward catching the dick's white fleshy base between the cleavage of her tits. Kissing the cockhead, she made a request sternly. "I think I'd be good taking over as junior director of logistics for Beavertron NZ!" She sucked on the black cockhead, using her tits to slide over the shaft. "I've already talked to Sister Pale Horse and Brother Lepain," she added, sliding her mouth down the dick, holding her tits over the long shaft.

Augor knew she was referring to the survivors of the former Order of the Glorious End and current directors of logistics for Beavertron Import and Export Co. He had worked with them.

But Castor was more interested in the minsitrations of the girl than her words. He pushed her head down sliding his cock further into her mouth. "I already pay you 6,500 credits a day dear," he added. "Isn't that enough!"

Susan's face went red. With teary eyes due to ****, she fought her head off the alien prick. "No...you know I would never mess with Rocket's debt. This isn't that." She insisted. "This is part of my salary as an employee of Beavertron." She pushed her heavy tits into the hard cock. Her hands pulled the breasts apart and then she crushed them over the black cock. The jutting head popping from the top of her cleavage. "If you want me to remain here doing shit like this after the debt is paid," she stated honesty," I'm going to need a serious place and stake in this business."

The owner of the resort finally nodded, acknowledging her was listening. "Of course my dear." He held her boobs now and sliced his prick in the cavern of her mounds occasionally hitting her chin with his black tip. "But ten percent?" He laughed.

Augor watched as the girl's demeanor again changed. She pulled her tits away, and the black cock swung back and forth in the air. Sue stood up. "You're words Castor Bucktooth Gnawbarque the THIRD!" She taunted and teased with his full name, something she knew he disliked. She was pointing at him. "Always overplay your hand! Exaggerate your worth!" Susan quoted him. "Your EXACT words!"

The beaver rubbed his whiskers and nodded warmly. "Turn around my dear," he instructed her. She did as told and Castor reached to her left side and began undoing her bikini bottom tie. "You asked for too much young lady!" He undid the bikini bottom and Susan opened her legs to let it fall. He lightly tapped her left buttocks. "Be a dear and do that shake the Tarsuu girls do that I like."

The Dartayan males watched the human female begin to swing her hips, her bare ass sway seductively. Her hands went to her hair and she swung her hips in a circular motion. "How much should I ask for?" The girl inquired, she dropped her hands to cup her ass and giggled the buttocks suggestively.

Castor Gnawbarque was pulling his pants down. "You have to be reasonable dear!" He answered. "Spank that ass young lady!" He added. The beaver dropped his pants and then slid his undergarment trousers down.

Susan bent over and obliged her boss, she slapped her ass. Her hips still swayed slowly, inviting male eyes to take in her ass and as she bent, also her exposed pussy lips. "How about five percent?" She looked back, still shaking her ass towards Castor.

The beaver alien sighed. "That's the Dartayan cut dear," he walked up, or waddled up behind her. The beaver man grabbed his prick and pushed it down, right level with the girls slick swollen slit. He slid his tip slowly into the girl's waiting pussy. "You have to prove your worth first," he said soflty, slipping an inch of cock into the girl. "You're EXACT words," he teased turning her own argument against her.

The Blue voyeur aliens watched amazed as the black beaver cock dove and disappeared inside the sopping human cunt.

"Jerk," Susan laughed and the girl lurched forward and moaned when several inches crept into her pussy. "Ohhhhh Bucky!" She began cooing. Her ass swaying still, even while Castor stuffed more inches inside. It was a slow rhythmic fuck. Susan's moving ass helping to slide the cock inside her. "Ohhh Bucky....Susie needs a fucky!" She chuckled and ran her hand through her blonde hair.

Negotiatons were apparently on hold, Augor thought. The beaver began thrusting as much as he could inside the young beauty. Such a contrast, a portly short beaver and a long legged, big tittied human fucking like it was nothing.

"Susie needs a fucky..." her voice more wanton now. "Ohhh Bucky." She sounded like a Dartayan tramp, thought Augor. The beaver was slowly pushing half his entire length in. "Don't stop Bucky...I'm gonna cum," she begged. "Don't stop!". Her hips pushed back to take more than the six to seven inches he was giving. The chubby brown furred gangster let the girl slide herself all the way back, until her bum hit his furry body. "Ohhhh Bucky," she held her forehead, eyes fluttering, her hips swaying, impaled on a alien cock.

Castor let her cum on his dick. But his orgasm wasn't going inside her apparently. The beaver pulled out and used the crack of her ass like he had used her tits. He fucked her asscrack and began spraying purple cum all over the beautiful toned back of Susan Storm.

"Three percent!" A smiling red cheeked Susan, bent over and getting her back covered in cum restarted negotiations.

Castor nodded still fucking her asscrack. "More reasonable."

From outside the cabana, two erect Dartayans were getting anxious. The show seemed to be ending. "Let's get back," Augor commanded his subordinate. It was time to return.

The pair walked back quickly to the other two from the Union. "Did you see," Augor's subordinate asked. "Susan Storm does anything Castor Gnawbarque asks like a doting whore."

Augor shook his head. "Judging by that bracelet she wears I'd say she's his ****." It was a smart estimation by the blue politician.

The Dartayans sipped their drinks. Surprisingly, Susan and Castor returned within a few minutes.

It was Sue who spoke first. "I have requested a 1 percent cut of the shipments I will assist with!" She looked at Castor who nodded and then she turned to Augor. "Is that agreeable? I will be taking 1 percent from the Dartayan Union but providing much needed assurance against detection."

The elderly stateman from Dartayus sighed deeply. "That is...reasonable," he looked at Castor. "But I'm still not sure you can be trusted Ms. Storm. Im sorry. I don't think the Lord Ascendant will allow this merger." He stood up in his gray nazi like garb and motioned to the others.

Susan stepped forward and held his arm. "What if I sucked your cock?" She asked matter of factly. "Would that build trust." She knew she had his attention. "If you get your cock sucked by the Invisible Woman, surely that should be enough." Susan pointed around to the guests. "All these people would know, if you were inclined to tell them, that Susan Storm, THE Invisible Woman of Earth is just a whore." She explained. "I wouldn't want that secret out..." she pointed to Augor, "...you...Augor of Dartayan would hold that secret." She gripped his arm looking at his red eyes.

Minutes later...inside the cabana...

The Dartayan Augor as politician was always smart and cunning. He prided himself on making the correct decisions and assumptions. This time, he wasn't sure. He looked down to see the human girl Susan Storm's blue eyes locked on to his own red eyes. Her mouth slowly sliding on his blue prick. The human could suck cock. It was probably a bad decision. But he made it. She began to suck his entire length down. All five inches. For a Dartayan he was huge. Not for a Tarkan apparently. Sue didn't seem to care or mind

She was eagerly sucking the blue cock.

Augor looked to his left where his three men, his subordinates were all naked waste down. They seemed fine with this decision. Their cocks at attention and waiting for service.

The alien sighed and looked up praying to his Scythian gods. They rewarded him with an orgasm in the humans mouth. "By the gods!" He chirped, the cum being drunk down by the sucking human.

She pulled off his prick. "Do we have a deal?"

The blue man ran his hands through his white hair. "If you keep this all a secret from everyone...we do." He implied to keep it a secret from Kologoth as well.

Sue was fine with that. She moved on to the next blue alien and slid her mouth on the next dick.

Castor was pouring straight Tharg's original shots in glasses across the room with no worries. "Let's celebrate!".

Days later.....

Young deck cadet Yarko of the Dartayan Union couldn't believe he was on this convoy. The large shipping space vessel with hundreds of cargo conex boxes wasn't anything different than normal, or so Yarko thought. What was different to him was the new Master of the ship. It was hard to believe that the famous human Susan Storm was heading the route but there she was walking back and forth briefing the men. Thirty two men in all. All Dartayan and males except for Sue. There were two shifts of ten, four security (two per shift), two cooks (one per shift), two mechanics, two janitors, and two officers of the Dartayan Union.

Susan Storm, the only female and the only non Dartayan walked the deck as the men all stood in line for the first day. "Men," the beautiful human with pink skin all but shouted. "This is a Dartayan Union ship. Do not let my presence change that." She had her hands behind her back as she walked in her thick boots. She was dressed just like a female in the Dartayan Union, with the suit, coat, skirt and hat. "Beavertron thanks you for your service!" The garb on Earth was very similar to Nazis. Susan wore it non the less. "As a Dartayan ship you will all receive equal pay for equal work." She shouted.

She continud her walk. "Unlike Shadow City...the Dartayan Union understands what it means to add your service to the whole." This got a chuckle and cheer from the crowd. "We will work our shifts, do our jobs, and prosper!" She held up her arm, again quite similar to a Nazi gesture, but Sue played the part. The crew saluted.

She went over chow times, break schedules and what to do in case if inspection. Which was nothing out of the ordinary, except Susan would take on blue skin and become a Dartayan look alike with the name Oulgra. She was wanted here by many factions. She kept pacing and addressing the men. "Like all of you I have my part on this route." She pointed to the lounge bathroom. "The 'Box' will be in operation on all of you break schedules. If you need a service do not hesitate to schedule a time." She kept pacing. "I encourage everyone to use the Box as often as possible." She was about to dismiss the crowd.

But a man in the back shouted. "What about mutants!"

Susan stopped. Smiled. And said. "Not on my fucking ship." She played the part of prejudice against mutants both Earthbound and Dartayan. This caused the crowd to cheer and applaud. "Get to work sailors!" She saluted. "For Union!"

A salute and a response from the crowd rose up. "Always the Union!" The crowd answered in unison.

Yarko was taken aback by Susan's character. He went about preparing for his shift. He was to inventory the cargo everyday, ensuring the product was all there. He had no idea that Invisible conex boxes rode in the back of the ship. Boxes filled with contraband. Only Susan knew that.

It was around midday when Yarko decided to take his scheduled break. He made his way to the lounge. He really needed to piss. The young sailor moved up to a stall and relieved himself. He washed his hands and was about to leave. But the Master's female voice came over the bathroom PA.

"Yarko Fretyla," the woman spoke. "Please do not pass up relief at the Box!"

Yarko walked over to the large black metal box unsure of what it was. There was a large hole with rubber around it. On the side of the whole were instructions. Yet, the instructions seemed to show a man pulling his pants down and sticking his cock in the hole. "What is this?"

The voice came back over the PA. "Follow the instructions Mr. Fretyla!" The voice continued. "If you need aid, please see wall above the box."

A confused and nervous Yarko pulled his pants down. Then he removed his underwear. He finally looked above the box to see Susan Storm in her Dartayan Union outfit. It stirred his blue cock.

"Insert your penis Yarko," the female voice spoke again over the PA.

The boy sighed and pushed his prick into the dark hole. Almost immediately a warm sensation washed over his cock. A thick tongue ran under his shaft. "By the gods," Yarko uttered and pushed wanting more. Someone was sucking his cock. Hard and deep. Long intense sucks. The sounds filled the room. The boy didn't last and he ejaculated into the mouth. He all but fell back.

After a second a voice spoke from the box. "Thank you for your service Yarko!" It was the ship master Susan Storm.

"Madam Herrin Storm?" He asked.

The voice responded. "We all have a job to do here. Even me." She ushered him along. "Please let the next sailor know to utilize the box. I want to ensure everyone on this ship gets plenty of chances at relief."

Yarko went to tell this to his coworkers with a smile.

Sue was good at building moral.