Marvel's Notorious Gnawbarque Issue 5

Issue 5: A New World! A New Life!

Day 64 of Servitude

It was 813 BD (Before Distorion Flare) the equivalent of 813 AM on Earth. The Distortion Flare was something that occured in both the Crossroads of Infinity and the Distortion area. Sort of Noon on Earth. Except here in the Zone where days were 32 hours, it was even early than the equivalent time on Earth. Still, for some it was late. The regulars Bucktooths Betting House casino and resort were starting to file in. Soon the resort guests would be up and about.

The green skinned Aakon accountant Aalbort paced and checked his chrono-watch. "This is the third time this week!" The stiff alien accountant complained. He looked around the area of the gaming floor of the casino where the days briefing was to begin. "Has anyone heard from him this morning?"

Skippi, the skrull head of maintenance for the casino shook his head. The skrull was fixing a light fixture in his hand that he was going to replace that day.

Brother Lepain, the warrior rabbit from Half-World didn't seem to care. He was speaking with the large blue bruiser of a woman known as Gatecrasher, former leader of Technet, current co-head of security here at the casino along with Lepain. They were speaking of the days missions amongst themselves.

Yik Arkanian, Laxadazian head of food services removed a toothpick from his mouth. "He's with his girl!" He smiled. "Where I'd be." He muttered softly.

"He brought us all here to the Negatvie Zone to run this company," a shrill voice spoke from a desk in the corner. Veech, the head of entertainment and hospitality looked odd sitting in the seat he was in. He was annoyed. "He spends all day with that floozy!" The alien spineless one lifted a hand and pointed to the Chandelier shaped like a beavers head above the gaming floor.

Sure enough, Veech was right. Inside that 'headelier' the man (or being) they were searching for was kneeling on a large bed with silken sheets. He had his three piece suit on and was ready to make the meeting. He had planned on being on time. But the best laid plans of Beavers and Men fall apart when tight human pussy is involved. Castor Buchtooth Gnawbarque rubbed his furry head, a little sweat began to form from his early morning work. Just a few more minutes he told himself looking down at his black cock that slid into the tight pussy of Susan Storm the earth heroine known as the Invisible Woman. It was fascinating to watch her pussy walls slide along his cock when he pulled out and push inside when he thrust moments later. His cock disappeared into the bent over beauty. He held her hips watching his cock slide in and out with her white human butt up in the air.

"Ohhhh Bucky," the blonde beauty moaned feeling the black alien cock impale her once more. Susan was naked on all fours on the bed and getting fucked slowly from behind. How long had she been here, maybe two months and she already moaned the nickname she'd made for him. He pulled several inches of beaver cock slowly out and slipped it quickly and forcefully "Unnnnnnh," she cried out, the sensation of his thrusting causing her to grip the sheets. Why could this alien fuck so good, she thought. Another slow draw out of his cock followed by a hard thrust. "Unnnnhhhh Bucky.....you feel soooo good today." She whimpered. She was so close to release. His prick slowly, ever so slowly came out, and slid in fast, and deep, so deep the furry brown balls of her lover smacked her pubic region. "Ohhhh gods Bucky I'm cummimg!" She moaned dropping her head. Her toes curled and her cheeks blushed from a strong and extraordinary early morning orgasm.

Castor smiled and ran his tongue on his lower teeth. His prick was shoved up the human cunt and cumming, the balls between his legs clenched, feeding his black beaver dick with purple sperm to unload inside the human. Her felt her body shaking under him.

"Mmmmm," she cooed. "I love these wake and fucks baby!" She laughed rotating her hips on the cock. Already calling him baby, she sighed in her head. Had she ever fallen this fast? For Reed? She had a crush but it was unrequited. For Rocket? That was more animalistic. This was...was somehow both...and so much more. She kept cumming on the cock, feeling his got cum. When he finally pulled out, she fell over laughing on the bed.

The girls human ass hung in the air. Castor took a look at her gaped and fucked pussy. It winked at him and then purple cum spewed out her fucked slit. His dicktip dripped. He was still hard. He wanted more. But he couldn't. The gorgeous human was like a fucking ****, yet more addictive than anything he'd ever taken. "You'll be the **** of me young lady," he said still staring at the winking gaped fucked hole that poured his seed. He stood up off the bed, and went to the tall mirror attempting to readjust his vest and tie.

Susan giggled. "Fun **** for you."

"I'm late," he groaned trying to get his tie back in place.

She rolled over, sat up, and pulled her knees to her with her arms. "You will be fine. You own the place."

Castor turned to her. The short beaver in the three piece suit adjusted his tie. "How do I look?"

The superheroine turned sex **** snickered. "Men!" She rolled her eyes and hopped off the bed. "Turn around!" She instructed.

The businessman did as instructed. The much taller nude human female got behind him, and reached down around his neck. Her heavy tits were on the back of his shoulders. She sighed. "Does no one know how to tie a tie." She'd done this for Johnny for over a decade. She completely undid the tie. It wasn't badly done. It's just that the type of knot Castor had done wasn't good for the suit he wore. "Castor Gnawbarque isn't a standard tie person," she told him, wrapping the tie around his neck. She began to tie the knot, "Castor Gnawbarque is a classic Tarkan beaver," she added, finishing the knot. She patted the knot. "Classy men need classy knots." She kissed his head. "You're a Windsor man Bucky!" She smiled at him in the mirror. She moved back to the bed and sat watching Castor. He looked so handsome she thought.

He checked the mirror once more

"Much appreciated young lady,' He thanked her and began to walk towards the stairs to get downstairs from the loft to reach the elevator.

But she stopped him. "Bucky...you're!" The girl was smiling pointing down.

Castor looked to his tie, then his vest. He couldn't figure it out. The young naked human slid off the bed again and walked over.

Susan was laughing the whole time. She bent down and reached down between his legs. "Bucky...," she smiled lookin up at him. "You're cock is out." The girl pushed the semihard black cock into his slacks and zipped him up. "See you at 1130," she told him laying another kiss on his furry head.

Castor left her then. Alone in his room. Her room? She hadn't used the guest room he'd offered her early on in weeks. The giddy, well fucked hottie walked to the bathroom next to the bed, inside was another Jacuzzi, smaller and more intimate than the one downstairs. She sat upon the toiled and began to piss. Her urine began to flow above the cum that seeped from her fucked hole. "Messy messy Susie and Bucky," she sang.

Susan wiped pee and purple cum. The girl walked out to the bedroom and looked at herself, checking her curves, her tits and swaying her ass making sure she "still had it". Sh checked her teeth quickly, making sure nothing was in them from last night's wonderful dinner with Bucky.

Ughhhh, she thought. You're falling for him. A beaver. You're master. It wasn't uncommon. Sue wrote about Stockholm Syndrome. She didn't like the term. Made it sound like a disease. In reality it was more about proximity to your captor/master and how he treated you. If he or she treated you better than anyone in your life, how would you NOT respond positively to that.

This wasn't that, she thought diving back into bed and pulling the warm covers over her nude body. This was more like the honeymoon phase of a new relationship than it was a master/**** relationship. He already called her "dear' and "darling". She did the same. They traded "babe" and "baby" back and forth after only two months. She had a nickname...Bucky. After his middle name Bucktooth, which was his father's nickname. No one could call him that but her.

She had to be careful, and the Susan who wrote the book on sex slavery would warn this smitten Sue that these relationships can turn.

"I'll just fuck his brains out." Sue joked outloud to herself. She felt something slick between her legs. She pulled the sheets back. A messy gooey pile of cum was forming between her legs flowing from her hole. "Messy messy Susie and Bucky!" She sang and laid the covers back down. The Invisible Woman put head on a pillow and napped with a smile ear to ear.

The girl had a blissful sleep.

She woke up, yawning and stretching an hour later. She felt Fantastic, which made her giggle at the word. The morning sex always made her feel great.

Quite literally Susan Storm felt like she could conquer the NZ. She was smiling ear to ear. Unable to stop. She wanted to shower, but decided it was better to work out first.

She pulled open the top drawer of Castor's large dresser. The drawer normally containing undershirts, socks and underwear for the beaver businessman had been emptied. Now, it was filled to the brim with Susan's bras, panties and work out clothes. Well, maybe the workout clothed were in the second drawer. She opened the sliding wood drawer and retrieved a top, a bra and yoga pants.

She looked at herself in the mirror on the wall next to the dresser. "You're all moved in you little slut!" She shook her head. "Slaves don't become wives," she told herself quoting her own book. "Maybe they can become girlfriends tho," she stuck her tongue out playfully debating herself.

Sue pulled the bra top of her huge boobs. She then pulled the black and white crop with full arm sleeves over. The 'V' cut between the cleavage was clearly for show. With Sue's rack it was almost obscene. Next she pulled her tight charcoal yoga pants over her thick ass and thighs.

The normally reserved heroine went about putting on makeup and doing her hair. Something she once thought absurd when she saw such girls at the gym. She kind of understood now. This wasn't just a workout. She wanted to be seen. She took in her outfit and gave her ass a spank. So tight were the pants that there was no giggle.

She wanted to look nice. When she went down there she knew she'd have an audience. Employees, partrons, regulars, locals, tourists, guests would all crowd and walk by to catch a glimpse of Susan Storm working out.

The NZ equivalent of the internet even had a site dedicated to her. Well several sites, but this one was called "Sue Storm's Workouts!" And had pictures, videos and average times and areas she's known to workout. She had fans.

Susan Storm was known around here as Negative Zone Gooner bait.

Which really meant that most men spent more time masturbating to her than actually trying to converse with her.

She went to the bin of Castor's socks she'd stuffed her socks in. He got pissed whenever he found himself at work in dainty girls socks. Which made Susan laugh.

Before going down to the floor, Sue opened the large walk in closet. Castor's suits lined the hangers. But her own dresses and gowns now hung equally on one side. She sighed realizing Castor didn't take his shirts and suits for dry cleaning. Her intention was to grab shoes but now she pulled out a bunch of clothes to drop off. Setting the clothes on thr bed she returned to the back of the closet. On one side were Castor's nice shoes. On the other were Sue's heels and sneakers. She grabbed a pair of white Beavertron 2025 'Slip' sneaker for her workout. She was gonna workout barefoot as always but needed shoes.

The girl sat on a bench she placed in the closet. She tied her shoes. "Lil slutty **** playing house," she said in her head. She knew better than this. But she couldn't stop herself. There was a pep in her step and she hummed as she moved. Her head was high, her ass was tight and her boobs were bouncing. She had pride. She felt good. Content with her sneakers, Sue stood up. She noted the suit, her own suit. She'd just bought it. Or Castor did. She'd applied for a position here. Beyond ****. One which Castor informed her of. She was nervous, but Castor assured her she'd get it. If she wanted it. She WAS fucking the owner after all.

It took a few minutes to gather her things. She held the clothes and made her way down to the studio area beneath the loft and out to the elevators. Sue walked through the gaming area, and said hello to the Keatoran ladies who did the dry cleaning. She offered to pay. They refused. She WAS fucking the owner after all.

After the dry cleaning, Sue found her way to the fifth floor to use Gym 3. Some lucky guests, employees and locals were waiting. Sh smiled, took picturs and signed autographs. Just like New York City on Earth it was becoming harder to go unseen which was a unique problem for an Invisible Woman.

Th beauty did her usual Annilsday (Similar to Tuesday but on a 8 day work week) workout. A jog on the treadmill. Her boobs bouncing like melons up an down. Male aliens using the gym were leering and adjusting obvious boners. It made Sue laugh when Castor would say she did more for the male guests than any masseuse. He said she put more men to sleep from pulling 'their lil peckers' than any doctor or therapist on site.

Annilsday was leg day, well, they're all leg day. Her squats made males groan and growl in envy. They were jealous of the short portly beaver of all people. It was well known...Sue WAS fucking the owner after all.

This workout wasn't for them. It was to excite one male. And she knew he was watching. She had to do Kegel exercises.

Sure enough, in his high tower office Castor watched the feed of the gym on a screen above the far wall. Even though he'd just fucked the lovely human less than three hours ago his slacks were getting tight in the crotch region.

"Are you even listening sir?" Ask the tall lanky Veech, the alien spineless one who was in charge of entertainment and hospitality. "Or staring at her ass?"

The beaver huffed and paused the feed on his security holovision. "I can do both, thank you!" Castor looked at the projections that Aalbort, the green Aakon alien had laid out moments ago. "From what I see profits for this casino are up!" He looked at more information. "We're ahead of schedule on the next resort. The shipments are running smoothly from Dartayan space, and mining of the Ma'os Spires is in the works pending the permits." He dropped his reading glasses from his furry face. "What is the big issue here?"

The tall alien, Veech, from Mojoverse came out and said it. "Susan Storm is a distraction!" He looked to Aalbort for support but got none. The green alien pulled his white beard not saying a word.

There was a knock at he door. A robotic voice came over the room's announcer. "Ms. Storm is here!"

"Send her in," Castor smiled. "We're done in here!"

Veech was livid. Castor shooed him and Aalbort. The door opened and Susan walked in holding a bag. "Al!" She greeted the green skinned alien. "Veeeech," she mocked his name and gave him a look. "

"Bucky I got you a Mazlo steak and Ghletyk cheese sandwich." She smiled and walked past the employees to the bosses desk.

"With Mydon fried greeelik!" The beaver rubbed his hands in glee and anticipation

Aalbort pulled a fuming Veech out of the room. They heard Susan respond. "We've talked about this Bucky with your weight. I got T'Manja Berries as a side" There was an angry grunt from Castor. As the door closed Susan was heard saying. "Stop Bucky! You love T'manja Berries."

Veech stopped by the robot secretaries desk. The bot was counting something. "She's going to ruin all this!" The entertainers expert from the Mojoverse whined.

It was then that Aalbort surprised Veech. "Actually since she's arrived productivity has tripled in the company. Not just here." The green bearded alien explained that Beavertron's problem has always been its two paranoid and neurotic owners the Gnawbarques. But since Sue showed up Castor was different. He wasn't up and around checking on everyone and making everyone unhappy and nervous. Morale was up. Castor's enitire demeanor was different and it reflected well in profit and productivity...for now. "That could change!" He finished.

"We need to get rid of her!" Veech insisted.

Aalbort shrugged. "That could prove quite difficult! You see she...."

From the office loud moaning rose up. "Oh fuck...oh fuck..." Susan's raunchy howling voice could be heard. "Don't stop Bucky....stick in deeper! Oh gods I'm gonna cum!"

Aalbort pointed to the room. "She fucks the boss."

And that is exactly what she was doing. Or, more like, the other way around. Castor had her pinned down on his desk, her yoga pants and panties around her knees. He was shoving his black prick into her tight sopping human fuckhole. This might be his favorite position. Sue's fat muscular ass bent over, quite literally watching his dick sink into her wet cunt. His hand on her hips he started to pound her, making her ass jiggle with his hard thrusts. "Everyone wants to fuck you." He taunted. "Fuck MY humi! My pussy!"

Susan was lost in abject ecstacy. "It's yours baby, your little humi pussy!" She cooed. He hadn't waited a moment. When the door closed he bent her over pulled her panties down, spanked her ass and started fucking her. "Uh...," she moaned at his hard thrusts. "Uhhh," another moan escaping due to a butt smashing pump by Castor. The wood desk moved now.

"Castor Gnawbarque's lil humi cocksleave!" He teased pushing hard all the way inside her and pulling out.

"Uhhhhhhh," another thrust caused her to moan again. "Just a cocksleave," she sighed. He was pumping her so hard her ankles came out of her shoes. The desk moved with a thrust and Sue stepped forward, her sock covered feet out of her sneakers now. He had her on her tip toes with the next hard bang.

"Uuuuuunnnnnnnnn," she came hard and her mouth hung open, tongue out, cheeks red, eyes white from rolling back. Her fingers scratched along the wooden desk. "Cum in your humi cocksleave Bucky!" She begged. Then she flexed whe kegel muscles tightly.

"Oh dear gods girl!" Castor held her hips and stuffed his black prick deep up in her. Her body lurched up once again on her tiptoes. The beaver pumped his purple seed inside her. Gobs and jets of gooey alien cum in her tunnel. When he finally pulled out he fell back huffing and puffing on his large chair.

Sue laid upon the desk. "Oh Bucky!" She was writhing on her stomach, still cumming. "Susie got her fucky!" She rhymed. With a heavy breath she picked herself up. Before cum could pour out she pulled her panties and yoga pants up.

The Invisible Woman grabbed the bag off the table, pulled out the sandwicb and sat in Castor's lap. She hung her legs off the side of his legs. She held her socked foot up. "Fucked me right outta my shoes stud!" She joked. She reached in to pull some meat off the sandwich and eat it. The girl pulled more meat off and fed the beaver.

"I would have preferred fried greeelik!" He grumbled.

Sue rolled her eyes in annoyance. She fed her beau and then left him to his work. The girl was on a mission. She made her way through the gaming floor to Veech who stood talking to a dealer.

"Don't fuck with me Veech!" She said.

"Ha...." the alien laughed. "And why not?"

Susan pointed between her legs. Purple cum oozed through the crotch of her yoga pants. "Because I FUCK the boss!" When Veech gasped at the sight Sue smiled and walked away.