Susan Storm Intergalactic Breeder: Issue 7: Punk's Moll

Susan Storm-Richards sat in the warm water of the lagoon on her private planet. On Earth time, she’d just given birth to her second child by Grondaar….Barataar. So she’d come here to take a relaxing rest for a few weeks after months of growing and birthing a hybrid human-Baluurian child. Her newborn son, and first born Klataar were soundly sleeping back on Baluur Vertat. Reed had created a literal interdimensional baby monitor, that read the boys heart rates, breaths per minute, body temperature and the status of their sleep and movement. Only a night would pass for her babies, but months would pass on her special planet.

As much as she came here to rest, she also came here to be bred by her starfish lover. When her ink began to come, Susan felt compelled to return to this place. To return to her starfish mate. Every fiber of her being called her back. She’d been on the planet maybe twenty minutes before Namo was inside her, filling her with his phallus and his seed, fertilizing her dropping eggs.

This wasn’t like giving birth to a humanoid baby. It was far easier. Sure, at the end, when her stomach was filled with Namo’s starlings, things got heavy, but the birthing was actually quite pleasant, and Susan could even orgasm, but often tried to fight that, not wanting to sully the experience.

A few more days past and Susan was ready to birth the starlings. This time her water broke in the dead of night. But Susan knew where to sit, to open her legs more this time, to help push. Her ink filled the lagoon and small eggs filled with baby starfish emerged in the pool and floated and blinked with bio-luminescent light. Susan and Namo, proud new parents once more watched their starlings float around and take hold in different places. Susan’s swollen breasts made a ‘pop’ and then her tits began to pour milk like a faucet into the pool.

Weeks later….

Susan adjusted her tan tube top. She fixed her black and purple skirt. Next to her, Reed Richards was uncommonly dressed down, in a t-shirt and jeans. He still had that swimmer’s physique Susan loved with the wide muscled shoulders and thin waist. Susan went to the kids room, and saw Alicia Masters rocking the newborn Barataar to sleep.

“Are you good Alicia,” Susan asked, knowing that her oldest and dearest friend was just fine, even if she was blind.

The soft spoken orange haired girl shrugged. “Not like I have a date.” She joked.

Sue Storm again went over all the safety precautions, including the pediatricians number and hospital information. Not like they’d understand hybrid kids.

She went out to greet Reed, who was working on something on his roll out laptop. Susan stopped him from his thoughts. “You put in all that paperwork Reed Richards, and the Baluurian congress FINALLY approved you and I having a kid.” She scolded him and took his device. They had put the paperwork in TWO years prior, when Susan was pregnant with Klataar and it was just approved. Under the condition that the ‘bastard’ never come to Baluur Vertat or claim the throne. Susan laughed at those demands. Her babies would come and go as they pleased.

Suddenly, a very loud alarm sounded. It was the Negative Zone entry alarm. But this one was private. Specifically for…

“WHERE IS SHE?” Cried out a booming alien voice. “WHERE IS MY CONSORT!” The large hulling mass of gray alien known as Grondaar came through the living quarters. Sue’s ‘master’ so to speak. Tonight, she was a little annoyed. He was clearly drunk.

Susan crossed her arms. “You know this isn’t right...Reed put the paperwork in.”

Grondaar eased his temper. “May I speak with you briefly Muktaar,” the alien King asked. He used his language’s word for ‘little one’.

Reed watched his wife debate, then ultimately give up. The pair went into the bathroom to talk. Reed Richards heard his wife begin to talk loudly, and then Grondaar did as well. They seemed to fight. Soon, Susan merely said. “Just be quick.” And then silence.

What few knew, was that Reed had been trained to be a cuckold, and his body had taken to the training. He used his powers to slip under the door and flatten himself. His eyes looked up, and Reed watched his wife, bent over, her skirt hiked, a huge black, white and gray alien cock slicing in her cunt. Even in her high heels, she had to use her powers to stand up high enough for the beast alien to fuck her, several inches off the floor. Even then she was on her tiptoes.

Grondaar was humping her hard from behind, holding her hips. Susan’s hands ran through her blonde hair, she was moaning. “Ohhhh gaawwd.” She let out. Her body shook.

The alien Warlord King let out a bellow so loud and low it rocked the very Baxter Building. His head flung up in delight. Reed was watching their faces, unaware he’d gotten too close, as drips of cum began to hit his flat head. On instinct he flung himself out of the bathroom and wiped his head in disgust.

Moments later, Grondaar came out fixing his royal red garb. He ran hands through his lion’s mane and patted Reed’s back. “She is yours now Richards.” The alien walked past him in the direction of the private Negative Zone portal.

Susan came out with a red face, but seeming relaxed. She was looking through her purse and talking about how ‘drunk’ Grondaar was. Reed noted something directly above her breasts. Another lineage line was beginning to form, a third, already. Reed commented about it, and Sue tried to wipe it off. It was no use. She sighed and looked at Reed. “I’m sorry….next time.” She then added. “You’re still taking me to dinner.”

8 and a half months later…

Susan Storm walked her blind friend to the beach of the her own private planet. This was the first person other than Sue to touch these shores. “Come on Alicia,” Susan stated, “we’re almost there.”

Alicia Masters was a little afraid. As a blind woman most of her life, she could handle her own. But she always had to rely on her friends the Fantastic Four on these...these...space adventures. Quite frankly, she had no idea where she was, but Susan insisted on her coming after the birth of Sue’s THIRD Baluurian child...Niktaar. Sue called it her own heaven.

Alicia’s friend had promised ‘rest, relaxation and a man’, but Alicia heard no one on this planet. She heard nothing but strange chirping. But Alicia trusted Susan. So much so, she let the blonde heroine lead her to this weird beach. Then, Susan instructed her to put her feet in the water.

The blind beauty with short hair and a tight body did as told. She had on a bikini, showing her rather skinny but gorgeous form. She waded her toes in the warm water and smiled. “It’s nice.” Suddenly, she felt something touch her foot. It was quick but it hurt like ice being rubbed on her foot. Cold ice. She instinctual tried to move away, but found herself blocked by Susan’s body. Her friend grabbed her arms. “What’s going on,” Alicia asked, feeling that stinging ice on both her feet.

“You have to trust me Alicia,” Susan’s voice spoke, as the heroine kept her friend from moving now. Using her powers to restrict Alicia’s movement.

Alicia felt the stinging ice, and something crawling up her legs. Heavy. Something touched her bikini, then slid past, and dipped into Alicia’s pussy with lightening speed. “No...wait….what is that...Susan...help.” She pleaded in fear. While her legs were feeling numb and cold, her pussy suddenly burned with a previously unknown fire, stimulating her entire inner walls. Alicia buckled and fell back. Her friend caught her. Alicia held her sweating head as the heat of an orgasm rolled through her. It seemed narcotics were being pumped into her body, she thought. She was lightheaded and euphoric. “What’s happening to me...why….” she pleaded as more things slithered around her body. One went up and she felt it split and move around her neck and then up into her ears. “Aaaiiiieeee,” Alicia cried out. Suddenly there was a bright light, a blinding light. Alicia was sure she’d been killed. She’d never seen a light like this before. She’d never seen anything. Instinct again caused her to raise her hand to her eyes, but it didn’t block the light. “It’s too bright”, Alicia shouted.

“Sorry,” a polite male voice spoke, but in Alicia’s mind. “My fault.”

All of the sudden, Alicia could see a face, a beautiful young woman with orange hair. Alicia stared at her. “I CAN SEE!” She began to sob, and watched as the orange haired beauty sobbed with her. Without the voice having to speak, Alicia could read its mind. “That’s me...it’s me…” she gasped. Alicia watched herself put her hands to her face in a gasp. She could see someone behind her, holding her up. A beautiful blonde (well Alicia didn’t know what beauty was yet, but she understood deep down) was staring and smiling at...at her...her...starfish eye. So much information was happening in Alicia’s head. It was all so fast.

“I’m in here too,” Susan’s voice spoke in Alicia’s head.

Alicia used the starfish’s eye, Namo’s eye (she knew his name) to observe tentacles inside Susan’s pussy and in her ears similar to the tentacles that surrounded Alicia’s own body. Suddenly her body felt warm, and that heat swelled. “Oh god….I'm going to….I’m going to….”

“CUM!” Susan, Alicia and Namo all said in unison. They felt each others orgasm. It was intense and incredibly satisfying.

With Namo’s eye, Alicia turned her body, and kissed Susan. “Thank you” she told her friend.

Weeks later…..

Susan sat in the lagoon pool, the tide out. Her ink filled the pool. She was close to giving birth. Beside her, Namo sat on Alicia’s face, allowing her a sort of vision. Namo let Alicia’s mouth be free though, as he enjoyed Susan and Alicia’s constant tongue kisses. It made him spray his seed up inside his fertile mates.

“I’m so glad you brought me here.” Alicia said to her friend with a starfish over her face. “I’m truly happy.”

Susan found it odd to look at her this way, but she got past it. Her fear was laid bare to her two friends and lovers. She grabbed Alicia’s chin softly, and then she kissed her beautiful friend. It caused Namo to ripple and send sperm into both girls. Both still had some eggs left he could fertilize. “I quite enjoy her presence as well,” he sighed feeling the end of his orgasm. “You girls both make me happy.” He added.

“Ya think.” Susan joked pointing to her pregnant belly lit with starlings and then to Alicia’s similarly pregnant belly.

Weeks later….

Young Hiriam Riddley was a little scared. This gang was tough. Led by green mowhawked Johnny Punk, the Sweets Gang was sort of a ‘super’ gang. Filling out the roster was K.C. Ritter and Willie of the former Teen Brigade, Samson Rourke, Little Larry Lee of the Yancy Street gang, some of the Bedrock boys and some of the Joy boys. As far as youth street gangs went, this one was the top dog in Manhattan. They were into **** and guns and that racket. Riddley knew that. But this was different.

The boys were moving a sack, once that was heavy, even with a bunch of guys carrying it. They were in their lair in an abandoned warehouse up on Yancy Street.

“Put it on the table,” Johnny Punk said. He began to undo his pants as the boys did what they were told.

Riddley again objected, “I don’t think we should do this.”

Johnny unzipped the black bag revealing the tattooed bitch who’d insulted him at the Baxter Building. She had on a gray tight top and yoga pants. They chloroformed the bitch when she came from the Baxter Building. They’d been casing the joint ever since she said she’d be back. Got her on a run. Was she living there? Probably a squatter. The girl was blindfolded. She was also gagged. Her body was slowly rubbing the metal table.

“Why’s she doing that?” Riddley asked.

The boys laughed. “She’s been pumped with so much special K and female lady punch she’s losing it.” The teen Johnny Punk stated. Before Riddley could ask what ‘lady punch’ was, Punk said. “Female Viagra.” He walked over and put his hand on her knee, the girl’s leg moved from his touch, but he did it again more softly. He had the guys hold the girls arms apart and then her legs, as she was a little resistant still. The teen gang leader ran his hands to the girl’s yoga pants covered crotch. He pressed his thumb to her pussy, and she arched her back slightly and moaned in the gag but pulled away. “Still no ready.” He joked. The boys held her arms and legs down, and she couldn’t resist much now. Johnny came to her side and shoved his hands down the hem of the front of her yoga pants. She tried to pull away, but it was no use. His fingers found what they were looking for, under a pair of workout panties. The quite warehouse filled with a squishing sound, signifying how wet she was, and her face blushed.

Riddley felt bad for her. “We shouldn’t do this.”

K.C Ritter laughed. “This is how Johnny get girls bro,” he slapped Riddley on the back softly. “Let the man work.”

Johnny shook his head as he fingered the bound girl. “You saw the video Ritter brought from the hotel. This bitch is a whore.” He pulled his fingers out of her pants and they dripped with her fluid. “Bend her over.”

The boys pulled the tattooed beauty around and pulled her arms apart, and made it so she was bent over the table. She was struggling less and less, and moving her hips around more and more. Johnny got behind her, and he pulled her gray yoga pants down, exposing a creamy white ass with Victoria Secret black panties. He then slipped the panties down. “You remember this pussy boys.” Punk asked his crew.

The crew cheered. Riddley got back pats, as he helped expose the girl’s pussy against her will. He watched cringing as Johnny dipped a finger into the girls pussy.

Her lips were swollen and slick, and all but sucked on Johnny’s hands. Johnny Punk began to dip his index and middle finger on his right hand into the girl’s exposed pussy, he twisted and pushed, until more squishing. Then she moaned in gag, “mmmmmmppppphhhh,” and her pussy began to pour clear honey.

“I think we struck oil,” Johnny joked and picked up his hands. The fingers dripped with lady juice. Johnny got behind her, his pants down, his long hard cock out. “I’m gonna enjoy this.” He then put his dick at her entrance.

Riddley watched as the blindfolded girl could do nothing. Johnny Punk entered her and began to hump the girl slowly. She must have been fighting the guy’s restraining her arms cause the boys let her arms go. Instead of doing much, her fingers scrapped the metal table as Johnny fucked her. There wasn’t anything holding her back now. They’d already released her feet. Johnny kept fucking her, and picked the pace up.

The girl let out a deep moan. “MMMMMMPpppppphhhhh,” and she clenched her fists.

“Oh fuck yeah she’s ready.” Johnny uttered and pulled out his prick. He ran his hands through his green mowhawk. He then pulled out, and held a dripping cock. The girl’s pussy was open, and then closed, and then opened again, spraying jets of her juice. He clicked his fingers and the boys helped flip the girl over. “I’m going to remove the gag and the blindfold.” He told her. “You going to be a good girl?” The girl nodded and they removed her gag and the blindfold. The dark haired tattooed beauty was on her back on the table staring up at Johnny Punk. The gang leader asked again. “You’re going to be a good girl?”

The girl shocked them all by sitting up and grabbing Johnny’s neck with anger in her eyes. “No,” she said. “I’m going to be a bad girl….” She then shocked the gang once more when her other hand grabbed Johnny’s cock. “The baddest bitch you EVER MET!” She said her eyes locked onto the teen punk’s as she slid down and shoved his cock in her pussy. The girl pushed her mouth to Johnny’s and stuck her tongue in his mouth as she slid on his cock to get it inside her.

The gang cheered loudly. Riddley was shocked at the turn of events. Suddenly, the gang began to party. As if two people weren’t fucking on the table. Which they did. They fucked, and fucked, and fucked. Riddley eventually passed out, but he recalled looking over to see the girl bouncing hard on Johnny’s dick.

That was the day Cyleer Susan Muktaar...aka Suzie Q orphan of Madripoor, joined the Sweets Gang. She was always on Johnny’s arm. The doting moll to the gang leader. If the gang was dangerous before, it got worse. From petty theft to armed robbery. Johnny himself seemed to a have a four leaf clover since she arrived. He had been ‘almost’ shot several times, but he seemed bulletproof. Lucky Johnny they called him, and not just for being seemingly invincible, but for also having the smoking hot Suzie-Q at this side.

She was the honeypot, and when a store owner was distracted by her beauty, they’d turn to see a gun in their face.

Riddley watched one heist go bad, while Suzie acted as if nothing was happening. Shots rang out from the liquor store owners, and Suzie just asked if Riddley was ‘seeing anyone’ in her tight pink dress.

It was so strange. As bullets whizzed by them, Riddley took cover. Susan merely chatted about “hooking everyone up in the gang with their favorite heroines”. Miraculously, no one got shot. No one ever did for some reason. The Sweats gang was lucky.

What was confusing the most was Johnny’s distrust of the girl. He began to suspect something, but wouldn’t share it with the group. At one point he had Riddley buy a very unique pair of panties and bra for her. Riddley watched Johnny grab the girl by the head and command her to wear them on Thursday of that week.

When Thursday rolled around, Riddley was shocked when Johnny took the gang BACK to the Baxter Building. Johnny had become sort of obsessed with the Invisible Woman, constantly looking at her pictures and shaking his head. He’d always been obsessed, Riddley thought.

The gang, definitely not welcome, **** their way into a conference room where Susan Storm-Richards was giving a speech about the newest wing of the museum. Relics from their greatest battles were donated and scenes recreated. Riddley noticed that when Johnny Punk loudly came into the large room, Susan looked his way. His presence made her nervous.

After the speech, Johnny had the gang push to the front. Susan had already exited, and a new speaker was talking. Johnny was confronted by security, but insisted he HAD to see Susan Storm. Riddley was sure they’d be arrested, but after the security guard said something in his ear-piece, Riddley was dumbfounded when the gang was led to a back area. They were placed on an elevator and told to go to a specific room on the 17th floor. The gang kept asking Johnny what was going on, but he refused to admit anything. The floor seemed empty and abandoned. No cameras, Riddley noted. They found the room, and inside were some chairs, but nothing else. Empty and white.

“What do you want?” Sue’s invisible voice spoke, and suddenly, it felt oddly familiar to Riddley.

Johnny twirled around. “Enough tricks bitch, let’s go….”

Riddley and other members were scared at Johnny’s bravado. Not here, not now, not with her. But they watched Susan appear, in a blue Fantastic Four uniform. She had her arms crossed and had a feigned annoyed look, that in reality seemed more scared and apprehensive. “What do you want?” She asked again. “I could have you arrested or worse.”

Johnny shocked the entire gang when he said. “Suck my dick for starters.” He took a deep breath. “I need to think what to do next.” Johnny was rubbing his mowhawk. The gang stood still, afraid they were all going to be squished by an invisible projection. Susan just stood motionless looking shocked herself at the Punk’s words. Johnny snapped his fingers. “Suck my dick lets go.” He said irate.

The gang watched Susan Storm-Richards, in her Fantastic Four outfit drop to her knees. Her powers were unbuckling Johnny’s pants. Never in a million years would Riddley believe his eyes as Susan Storm eagerly and quickly pulled Johnny Punk’s dick into her mouth and began to suck his cock.

“Good girl,” Johnny said rubbing his chin, trying to think.

“What the fuck is going on,” Samson Rourke spoke up.

Johnny clicked his fingers. “Stand up. Show em.” They watched as Susan complied but stood motionless. “Go on...show em your fucking panties. With your tatoos”

The gang was in disbelief as Susan’s uniform disappeared showing the VERY panty set Riddley had bought, and Johnny gave to Suzie-Q.

Johnny clicked his fingers. “Show em your ass...they wanna see your ass.” He commanded, and the young heroine turned to show her ass.

“Without the panties!” Johnny Punk ordered and soon her panties were invisible, displaying her wonderful ass. "Ain't no one wanna see a panty covered ass." He spanked Susan's ass.

"Of course Johnny," one of the strongest women on any planet submissively replied. She could kill them all with a thought in a mere second, but she let them see her ass, cause Johnny wanted her to.

“Turn around and show my boys them super titties.” Johnny instructed. The gang was treated with the bombs of the Invisible Woman as she turned.

Riddley was confused.

Johnny read the rooms confusion. “Bitch is just Suzie-Q...MY Suzie-Q.” He clicked his fingers and pointed to his hard cock. The gang watched Susan fall to her knees, her uniform visible again and she began to suck down their leaders cock. He gripped the back of her head and began to fuck her face. “We’ve had this bitch saving us every-time,” Johnny looked down at the girl whose eyes began to tear as he fucked her mouth. “You won’t let me die, will you.” He asked still fucking her face, but she managed to nod. “I’d say...you’re going to be a good girl aren’t you,” he said fucking her face. “But nah...you’re my bad bitch aren’t you…”

Susan pulled the teen punk’s cock from her mouth and smiled with tear filled eyes from the face fucking. “You know it baby,” she said jerking his dick. His cock began to erupt right in her face and then on her uniform. She opened her mouth and moved her head side to side allowing him to cum all over her face and in her mouth. “I’m your bad bitch baby.” She cooed.

When he was done, Johnny sighed happily. “Clean me Suzie-Q.” He ordered, and the Invisible Woman began lapping his dick clean. “We gonna have to think how to use you baby.:” He said rubbing her hair as she cleaned his dick. "Promise to help me rob and steal with your powers babe?"

"I will use my powers to help you rob banks..." she smiled up at him licking his dick.

He then pointed to the gang of nine. “You know to keep their mouths shut you’re going to have to suck all their dicks.”

"Of course Johnny," she said looking up at her lover. Susan looked at all the men and shocked them when she said. "You can fuck me too if you want."

Thirty minutes later the Sweets Gang left the Baxter Building, happier than ever. The female member seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Security recognized the dark haired tattooed girl, and it took them a bit to get the gang out of the building. As they were escorted out, the girl bent down, and lifted her pleated red skirt to expose her bare ass and pussy. “Kiss my ass,” she gave them the finger and stuck out her tongue at them, as the gang then ran off.

The gang made it back to the lair, and the female member, Suzie-Q, now back to her Susan Storm blonde look, went around sucking all the gang’s dicks. She laid on that metal table, and guys rotated between fucking her mouth hand fucking her pussy. Everyone got a blowjob and some pussy from the Invisible Woman. It was a great day.

When it was Riddle's turn he refused. It was too surreal. Susan was pissed. “Johnny,” she said. “I don’t trust this guy, he refuses a blowjob from the Invisible Woman….he’s a rat.”

Suddenly, Riddley noticed the gang seemed to agree with Susan. All of the sudden, his clothes disappeared. He tried to hide his body. But it didn’t work.

“OMG!” Said Susan. “No wire...just a baby dick.” The gang laughed.

Riddley, embarrassed and ashamed watched Johnny push the Invisible Woman over the metal table and begin to fuck her as they planned a heist

Weeks later….

Hiram Riddley, now the chief accountant for the sweets gang walked up the flight of stairs at the new nightclub owner by Johnny Punk. He could hear Susan Storm-Richards moaning before he even ascended the steps.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh Johnny baby....I'm gonna cum again." She mewled in that odd almost fake ditz voice Johnny Punk loved.

Hiram checked his books before going up more steps. It gave them some time to finish. Things changed when Sue Storm joined the gang. From petty thieves and weed peddlers, to armed robbery and heavy **** deals. Right off the bat, under Johnny's direction, Sue Storm used her powers to raid the police destruction warehouse. Money, guns, kilos of **** of all sizes.

Further, with the ability of the gang to go invisible, robbery was easy. But Suzie Q or "The Skank" as she was called, found out right quick Johnny Punk liked the danger of gun fights and very visual armed robbery. Riddley noticed that as the Invisible Woman, she was one of the most powerful people on the planet. As Johnny Punk's "moll", she was eye candy and a fuck toy, never speaking unless allowed. Chewing gum like an airhead and wearing tight dresses and skirts.

On gang poker or pool nights, Susan was entertainment, sucking cock at will. Kneeling by the toilet waiting for cock. Johnny Punk was always a good leader, and if you won a poker tournament or pool or darts, or just got on his good side, you'd get to fuck Susan Storm. No one ratted her out...everyone wanted to keep having Suzie-Q around.

That reminded Hiram he had to give Susan her cut of the sexual favor money. Running a new criminal outfit wasn't easy. Johnny had Sue fucking cops (in disguise) and rival gang leaders. Hell, sometimes Johnny just got drunk and high and if someone offered money, Sue was theirs.

And Hiram, as the money man, kept Sue's earning. He counted them on the steps, letting the wild fucking begin to die down. This club, which was used to launder money, was also a front for illegal gambling, gun running and well...prostitution.

Johnny Punk wasn't above making Susan Storm walk the streets. It kept her "humble" Johnny told Hiram.

With Susan's cut in one hand, and the box of money and a cooked book in another he ascended to the open door at the top of the stairs.

Johnny Punk had Susan's stomach on the large table as he fucked her from behind. He held her blonde hair in one hand and somehow her left stiletto platform heeled foot in his other. Somehow her legs were bent back touching her ass. She gripped the ends of the table. "AWWWW!! AWWWWW!" She squawked with each thrust.

"Hiram old buddy" Johnny smiled, and let her heel go, waving Riddley in.

Hiram watched his boss fuck Susan Storm, in her tattooed form but with blonde hair, so hard the desk moved and shredded the tiled floor. Riddley watched his boss grunt, and thrust a final time. Susan's head flung up and she had a blank stare off towards the large viewing window where you could watch the floor of the club. Riddley watched his gang bosses balls tighten and roll slightly. Cum began to trickle from Sue's pussy and then it began to literally squirt out. Johnny wasn't done and slowly thrust a few more time pumping more cum in as it continued to flow out.

Fully sated by his super-heroine fuck toy, the gang leader pulled out and slapped his cock on her ass wiping his dick clean. Susan Storm laid on the table. Her gaped pussy dribbling cum.

Johnny Punk smiled and rubbed his green mowhawk, now tattered with sex sweat. He reached around Sue’s body to grab glasses and walked over to recover a robe, a silk robe, he wrapped around him. He then poured expensive scotch. A ritual for going over books.

Johnny took his seat in his plush chair. He then clicked his fingers and moved his robe. Riddley finally saw Susan move at light speed. She got on her knees. She took in Punk’s flaccid dripping cock.

So Riddley and Johnny spent an hour going over books while Susan Storm sucked Johnny’s dick on her knees. The only time Johnny stopped was twice, both times to cum in Susan's mouth. She never let his dick out of her mouth.

When the accounting was done, Johnny stood up and pointed to young Riddley’s lap. Hiram tried to keep his composure as his pants were unbuckled. He spoke with Johnny about the new porn venture. They were making money on onlysluts, the social media site. Sue's sexcapades with the large gray alien were some of most watched and subscribed to videos on the site. Johnny talked about getting in videos with Sue himself.

Hiram tried to keep with the conversation but a warm mouth came upon his intensely hard cock. The teen breathed heavy and looked down. Susan Storm, who Hiram was in love with, was sucking his cock, smiling up at him. The beauty was right between his legs and yet so far away. Riddley groaned his eyes rolled as his cock began to spew seed in her mouth. Susan's eyes fluttered momentarily and she began to suck the teens cum down her throat.

He didn't want it like this, but Sue said if she couldn’t "suck you" or "fuck you" she didn't TRUST you.

At the end of the meeting Johnny thanked young Hiram and spanked Susan's ass, saying his "inner circle" was tight.

Hiram found himself following Susan Storm down to her own "office". She was counting money Johnny gave her and stopped to check registers and tip jars. The bar was closed but some members of the gang remained playing cards and talking sports as if a naked Susan Storm wasn't walking around in high heels. They'd all fucked her so much it meant little. It was common.

Hiram, like a puppy followed Sue to her "office" which was just a walk in closet area with clothes, ****, and guns, and a bed. He watched Susan slip on fishnets on each leg, and then a red alligator print tight skirt that barely covered her ass or the tops of the stockings.

"What are you doing?" Riddley asked the heroine.

Sue walked over to a table with makeup and a mirror. She out in red lipstick and gave it a smack. She then picked up a matching alligator print red bra that struggled to contain her tits. It matched her now red hair. "Riddley hon get my bra." Sue asked not answering. But when the teen came behind her and their eyes met, she saw the pain in his eyes. "Why put yourself through this every night Hiram." She went back to fixing makeup. "Johnny is right. The street keeps me humble." She said and felt him pull the bra to strap it. "I'll give you a free fuck if you drive me!" She smiled at him in the mirror.

Twenty minutes later...

Susan Storm-Richards stepped out of the large SUV down the street from the docks in Brooklyn. It was a large cargo ship coming in, and she knew there would be horny sailors. She checked her makeup in the SUV mirror and blew a kiss to Hiram Riddley. Poor kid was in love with her.

she adjusted her skirt, pulling the tight skirt up to expose her ass and the ends of her fishnet stalkings. She spent the entire drive out here explaining to Riddley that Johnny Punk was right. She did need to be humbled. As did many heroes, heroines, villains and villainesses. Too many powered beings went the way of Dr. Doom, egomanical and above everyone else.

Susan found hooking to be sort of truly humbling, placing her amongst the people she saved. She explained she was no better than anyone out there, and didn't ever want to get in that mindset.

It was a bullshit excuse for simply doing ANYTHING Johnny Punk asked. In a way, Johnny Punk, two bit gangster had her in a way no one had ever had. She could pop his head like a zit, but she didn't raise but an eyelash of anger at him. There was almost an angel (or devil) of conscience telling Sue to do whatever Johnny told her. Some deep insecure part of Susan's psyche. Even when he got rough with her, and he did, Susan merely told herself it was her fault. Johnny choked her, and slapped her even leaving marks she had to hide. Still, she asked for forgiveness from HIM. She began to feel as if this was as real a relationship as she'd ever been in. Millions of women around the world acted like Susan did with Johnny.

She was in love with Johnny Punk (and still Reed) and she admitted it. If Grondaar cracked open a door to her deepest desires, Johnny Punk flung the door off the hinges. So when he asked her to work the street, she reluctantly agreed.

That was the real reason Susan Storm-Richards became a hooker.

Well that and....she kinda fucking loved it. A lot.