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Skrull Boys Are Hard update
🕑 Added 2019-10-26 23:59:59 +0000 UTC
Franklin Richards stared at himself in the blank mirror of the unpowered monitor. In the two years since his parents’ move to Selandiar, he had become the newest member of the Fantastic Four. He was becoming a man now, and he could see some of his uncle’s handsomeness in his firming muscle and the developing angles of his face. But he could also see his father’s eyes, his mother’s graceful features, as perhaps he would only have seen if he didn’t spend so long looking at their still images.
He knew it was important, what they were doing on Selandiar, and understood how they felt he belonged on Earth, among his own kind, having an upbringing as close to normal as could be when the Human Torch and the Thing were the ones technically raising him. They frequently made video calls of the kind he was waiting on now and he visited them as often as they visited him. But he couldn’t help but feel a little lonely. Sure, he was surrounded by humans, able to get a hot dog, all the things that wouldn’t be possible if he were in a strange place like Selandiar, but he had to think that he was a kid. What could be more normal than being with his parents, no matter where they were?
The screen flickered on, completing the FTL circuit that allowed them to talk instantaneously despite the lightyears of distance between them. Franklin was beginning to notice girls and, though obviously he didn’t think of his mother that way, it struck him how beautiful she was. Not like one of the girls in the magazines his classmates passed around, but quietly, gently, with a normalcy that he could only associate with, well, his mom. He couldn’t quite see how anyone else could find her attractive per se—not when she was his mother and so obviously maternal—but wasn’t she so soft?
“Franklin!” Sue seemed surprised by her sudden appearance on the screen, but perhaps she had been trying to get in touch with him for a while without success. “Hi there, sweetie!”
“Hey, mom.”
“How are you? How’s school? Is the Baxter Building still in one piece?” Sue asked, all smiles, though she appeared flushed, her cheeks rosy, her eyes darting nervously away from Franklin at one point.
“It’s fine, mom. I’m fine. School is… school,” Franklin said, momentarily trying to figure out if something was wrong, then dismissing it. No doubt if he asked, Sue would tell him it was something grown up.
“Is there something wrong with that?” Sue asked, her voice raising slightly, as if to cover for the faint grunts Franklin heard in the background. Was Reed there with her, exercising or something? No—if he were, Franklin was sure he would stretch his neck out and say hi. Unless he’d lost his power. Was that what was making his mom come off so nervous?
“It’s just so boring! I’d rather sit around and wait for Uncle Ben and Uncle Johnny to get into a fight.”
“Don’t encourage them, Franklin,” Sue gasped. Now she sounded out of breath. “While R-Reed and I are g-gone—hhn--you’re the closest thing they have to… God,” Sue interjected in a tiny voice. “A responsible adult!”
“Mom? Are you okay?”
“Of course, dear. I’ve just caught a bit of a… a bug that’s going around.” Her lips pressed thinly together the moment she finished speaking, and Sue tossed her head, throwing her hair into upheaval, as if in a nervous tic. She ran a hand through her blonde locks to quickly straighten them out.
“Other than that, how are you?”
“Living on Selandiar is the same as ever—boring, once you get used to it.” Sue ran her hands over her face without seeming to realize she was doing it, then locked her fingers together, fidgeting helplessly, with a clear struggle to keep her voice even. “There are places on Earth you can go that are much stranger. Here, it’s just another city. Once you learn the language, you realize people are the same no matter where you go—or what species they are.”
“Tried any new foods?” Franklin asked, now aware that whatever her illness, his mom seemed to find it embarrassing. It would be best not to point it out anymore than necessary, even as Sue’s face grew redder and redder.
Sue’s lips lapsed open as her eyes closed, then she shuddered once and her mouth curled into a shaky smile before she recovered, forcing her eyes back to Franklin. Her voice was trembling now: “I’ve barely had time. There is this new dish I went out for. It’s in quantum flux, so it phases between being raw, rare, medium rare, and well-done. If you don’t like the way it’s cooked, you just wait a few seconds and poof!”
“What about your job?”
Sue didn’t appear to hear him. Her eyes were twitching again, her jaw plunging downward to full extension as she let out a light gasp. It looked like she was having a seizure, but she swallowed and centered herself again, though sweat had broken out across her sweet face. “Trust me, if you think school is boring, you’d hate it here. There are so many people with problems to be solved that half the trouble is just figuring out who gets to go first. It’s important work, but, well… people are the same no matter where you go. For better or worse.” Her breathing became more labored as she spoke, until her final words were a keening whine. “I have to go. Call you in a couple days?”
“Yeah. Hope you’re feeling better by then.”
“Yes… feeling better…” Sue sighed. “Dorrek!” she moaned and the line went did.
Franklin guessed the Skrull Emperor was visiting Sue to tend to her while she was sick. It was weird. He’d always heard of Dorrek described as an enemy of the family, like El Diablo or someone, but, like Mole Man or Namor, now he seemed to be spending as much time an ally as he did a bad guy.
Franklin powered the screen back on, calling up several galactic news sources and searching for his mother’s name. Holograms replaced flat images as more advanced, extraterrestrial technology took the fore. Franklin saw his mother, glitzed up in a rainbow of fancy dresses and alien fashions, attending the Selandiar equivalent of charity functions, balls, and galas, as she would on Earth. It didn’t surprise Franklin to find that his father was nowhere in sight. He’d had little interest in such events even on Earth, and Sue had often taken Franklin, or Johnny, or Ben as her escort instead.
Now, however, Dorrek was with her, and at least in the small snippets of life the holograms captured, seemed to be in constant contact with her. Always guiding her with a hand on her shoulder or lower back, holding her hand if they were walking or squeezing her knee if they sat together. Franklin didn’t know what it meant that the Emperor was so touchy-feely. Weren’t bad guys more… unemotional? Was part of his change of heart being more physical? He wondered if he should say something to his father, if Reed Richards ever managed to join in on their video calls himself.
***
As much as Sue had tried to calm down while speaking to her son, she was on fire. Her only relief was that she’d been able to terminate the connection to Franklin before he realized what was happening. This latest session with Dorrek had gone on so long that she’d had to stop it to take her call with Franklin, only Dorrek had refused to stop. And now that the call was over, she was still so damn horny…!
She fell back to the floor, pulling him down on top of her. “In my cunt! Give it to my cunt right now!” she cried, grabbing and pulling and forcing his cock inside herself.
“Ghh! Oh!” Sue cried orgasmically, then switched to straining grunts as her pleasingly svelte legs went up and wrapped around Dorrek’s untiring body, pulling him into her with all the strength in her body. “DORREK!”
Her climax was dizzying. She thought she would pass out. But she held onto him with her arms, her legs, her cunt, as if holding in the incredible rapture that was now inside her, electrifying every nerve in her body, tensing every nerve, until the pleasure became unbearable and she went limp with a dazed sigh.
While Sue was overwhelmed, Dorrek pushed her away with a disgusted shake of his head. “You’ve got a lot to learn, girlie.” Picking up the coil of rope he’d brought with him, he tied her wrists and ankles. “I’m not going to waste any more time getting you off. We’re going to start your training right away.” He reached down to Sue’s bare lower body, opening her pink pussylips with his finger. “Nice little cunt you’ve got—just made for fucking. Suppose I see how good it is now that I’ve given it a little cock?”
Sue struggled with her bonds, but Dorrek had tied them so that the more she tried to pull free, the tighter they cut into her flesh, blocking off the circulation of blood through her body. She had to stop, and without physical exertion to distract, her detestation of the Skrull Emperor erupted in her full force. She sneered at Dorrek as he knelt between her creamy thighs, his cock wagging in front of him. With its great size, it was impossible for Sue not to look at it, and it throbbed before her eyes, leaking precum like a showerhead would dribble water in the moments after it’d been shut off.
“Do you like my prick, Sue? It doesn’t quite fit your pussy, I know—not until I’ve stretched you out a little. But it isn’t as if you don’t enjoy that—“
“I hate it!” Sue snapped. “It’s disgusting! I’d rather have anything else in my pussy, anything but your ugly dick!”
Dorrek smiled mockingly at her. “It’s a shame you don’t appreciate my cock, Sue. You should be more thankful that such an exulted personage as myself is letting you experience it, even when your cunt is so dreadfully undersized.”
“I’ll never like it, you ugly bastard!” Sue hissed. “You sadistic son of a bitch! You and your dirty, evil cock!”
She tugged at her bindings, but the ropes only grew tighter on her limbs, digging cruelly into her flesh in a way that Dorrek’s eyes clearly relished.
“Now, now, Susan. You know how much fun you’ve had with my cock. Say all you want about me, but maybe you should rethink your feelings about my cock. Otherwise, it might not want to play with you anymore,” Dorrek said, stroking his fat cock in front of her disbelieving eyes. Sue had no doubt that Dorrek would jerk himself off, and humiliate her by coming all over her bound body, before he’d let her get away with defaming him.
Sue detested Dorrek, hated him and his cock with a passion. The thought of him entering her made her sick. But at least it would satisfy this awful craving she had. She would be humiliated either way, whether he fucked her or not, so she might as well do the expedient thing and give in. Reed would almost want her to do that—it was logical, after all.
“Okay, fine. You have a lovely cock, Dorrek. Is that what you’d like to hear? Your cock is wonderful!” She pouted, turning her head away as tears shimmered in her eyes. One broke loose and trailed down her cheek. No matter how much sense it made, she could not believe she had debased herself in this way.
Dorrek did not sympathize with the distraught woman. She enjoyed being treated by a sexual object, played with and abused for his entertainment. She couldn’t complain of the price she paid for such erotic pleasure. As he’d said, she should be thankful he’d gone to such trouble to satisfy her, despite all her whining.
He stroked his hardening cock, coiling his hand around the massive shaft and rubbing it until he was harder than stone. Sue watched him, full of wonder despite her fear as she saw his long, hard cock grow even bigger and fuller than it already was. Blood rushed through the ugly veins that branded his manhood, bloating them before her widened eyes.
Letting go of his throbbing cock, Dorrek came forward on the bed until his knob was only inches from Sue’s pussy. She tried to pull away, but pain shot through her from the binding ropes. Smugly, Dorrek bent down over her to tenderly kiss both her breasts, almost reverently licking her nipples in approval of their hardness. Then, taking advantage of the confused intimacy Sue felt, he threw his hips forward and lanced his cock inside her, wedging it deep in her small cunt.
It caught in the narrowness of her passage, the bulbous cockhead only able to move so far in her tight, tiny pussy. Dorrek kept shoving, snaking his way deeper and deeper into Sue as she jerked about on the bed. The ropes holding her only let her move a few inches. She could only chafe against her bonds as Dorrek pumped his hips rapidly, smashing his groin against hers to give her pussy inch after inch of his manhood. Sue gaped as more of it invaded her tight young cunt, always more…
“Yes!” Dorrek bleated. “Your cunt’s so tight! It’s a real pleasure, Susan! You’ll make a fine sex slave one day—once I’ve really broken you in!”
He laughed and reared back, then thrust himself into her with the brutal strength that lurked in his unassuming body, his turgid erection plowing deep into her womanhood.
“I hate you!” Sue spat at him, furious with how depraved Dorrek was. It would be one thing if he were just cold and calculating, as she knew him to be, but he added a loathsome arrogance and cockiness to his usage of her. He seemed to relish every bit of humiliation and degradation that he could make her feel as she nevertheless enjoyed her rape, if it could truly be called that at this point. Oh God, how many times could he abuse her before it stopped being rape and became an affair?
Dorrek roared with laughter, gleeful that him brutalizing the helplessly bound woman was getting such telling results. She could only be so angry if she were really enjoying herself. He was proud of his rampant cock and the power he could exercise over this or any other female, no matter how unwilling they appeared. His raging erection pressed into her cunt, rubbing her inner folds, stretching the taut muscles inside her. She clenched them, attempting to keep him out, but the tightness only served to invite him deeper in. He held himself inside her as she creamed in agonized pleasure.
“Take it, my little whore,” Dorrek sneered. He felt Sue tighten as he berated her and knew this added shame was only increasing her orgasm. “Take my hard cock like the slave that you are! Fuck for your master! I’ll teach you how to be a good little slave! When I’m done with you, there’ll be nothing left but a nice hot pussy! Gghhh! Perfect for milking my prick! Uuhhh!”
He drove his cock deep into her, forcing out her slippery juices. They splashed against his groin, so heated that it seemed as if her pussy were boiling.
“I hate you! Hate you! You’re a sadistic pig and you can go to hell!”
Dorrek only smiled. “I love it, Susan! Your screams are music to my ears! They’re proof that I’m getting to you—that you’re trying to deny how hard you’re coming! Scream louder, little slut! It only proves what fun you’re having!”
He was right—it was pathetically obvious, even to Sue herself, that the more she screamed her hatred of Dorrek, the more obviously she was trying to cover up how she was enjoying herself. It was not for nothing that Dorrek was Emperor of a race of some of the most treacherous, dangerous imperialists in the galaxy. He was a man who took total control of any situation; he was just as dominant of her as he would be of any of his subjects. He fucked her fast, hard, slamming his prick into her with a fluid grace that made her pleasure impossible to ignore.
But no matter how much she loved it, Sue knew she shouldn’t rile him. Namor and Doom might have a fundamental honor to them despite all their anger and plotting, but Dorrek was pure danger. There was no telling what he might do to her if she really did manage to insult him. Perhaps it was that outright inhumanity—the evils of an interstellar empire that made any other enemy of the Fantastic Four’s pale in comparison—that also made her pleasure so abjectly servile to him. Shorn of any personal beauty, any dark charisma, it was only his hateful personality and the raw feeling of his fucking that had an effect on her. She remembered the wicked nipple clamps that he had bit into her tender breasts with, and shuddered. And that had been what he’d done as he’d tried to please her, in his own sinister way.
Once more, Sue decided to resign herself to this, accept his brutal use of her body, and hope that next time, she would find the strength to deny him, deny herself. There was nothing else she could do at this point. She was most definitely too weak to resist Dorrek and the evil pleasures he offered. A slave, he’d called her, and he was right. She was a slave, but willingly, freely entering into service to the domineering ecstasy his rape brought her. It was a revolting thought, even fouler than Dorrek himself, but even if she could escape her bonds, she couldn’t escape the truth.
Dorrek wouldn’t be satisfied with her fleeing into her own mind, mulling over her submission to him as a way to pull back, even fleetingly, from his conquest of her. “Enough daydreaming! Fuck me back like a good slut! Love my cock or I’ll whip the shit out of you! Do it! Be my whore! Obey me! Fuck! Do it now!”
He showed her the price of disobedience by biting into her nipple, his small, sharp teeth digging into the tender flesh, drawing blood from her sensitive areola.
“Gaaawd! No!” Sue cried in agonizing pain, writhing about despite the additional suffering it brought as she pulled against the ropes. “Please, Dorrek, I’ll be good!”
She bucked forward, throwing her pelvis up to meet his pounding cock, assisting in her own rape. And on that added note of depravity, she felt her cunt muscles close around his meaty length, a hot sweat covering her body, an ache pervading her loins. She was getting hotter. In becoming his bitch, Sue had practically made herself come.
His cock throbbed inside her, each pulse threatening to break her stretched pussy as his lengthy manhood rammed its way into her depths, reaming out all the tightness in her heated sex. Her juices churned around his burrowing shaft. Sue got hornier with each jolt of fresh pain.
“Ohhhh!” she sighed, now no longer having to exert herself to respond to him. Her cunt instinctively flew up to be impaled by his manhood. Looking up into his ugly face, she could see his smile as he registered her surrender, body and soul. “Damn you…”
Despite all the times it had happened before, and the slow certainty with which it had happened now, Sue was beyond understanding what had happened to her—how being ravaged had translated into pleasure so passionate she could barely stand it. But it was unmistakable. She was burning at a heat she had never even imagined before meeting Dorrek. Being tied up and dominated by him was forcing her to heights she could never obtain willingly… if it could still be said that she didn’t want this.
His thrust were expertly timed to go as deep into her cunt as possible. Even if Sue hadn’t wanted to enjoy his raging cock, she simply couldn’t have helped herself. She was being carried away by everything unrestrained and uninhibited inside her. It frightened her more than Dorrek ever could to lose control in this way, to be driven to paroxysms of wildness by such an evil man, a dark, depraved maniac, a monster…
“Unngg! Aahh! Yeah!” Dorrek grunted obscenely. “That’s some good cunt you’re giving me now! Goddamn! You hot Earth whore! You’re doing great! Fuck! Human bitch! Take it! Take it! Show me how much you love this Skrull cock and come all over it!”
She obeyed his commands, followed them blindly, unable to comprehend anything but his shouted orders, much less the complicated emotions that filled her foggy brain. She was all pain and pleasure, shame and degradation, yet bliss and rapture at the same time. She jerked her hips obediently to receive his Skrull cock as deep as he would give it. It pistoned through her labia, spreading her pretty pink pussy until it was splayed all around the thick base of his manhood.
“Ohhhh!” Sue groaned weakly.
Without thinking, much less resisting, Sue bucked and wiggled her hips, mindless of the pain her restraints gave her. She was fucking Dorrek as he’d ordered, feeding all his depraved desires, answering every demand he placed on her body without any thought for how inviolate it should’ve been. Her mind went blank rather than acknowledge that she was enjoying being fucked against her will, cheating on her husband, being raped—somehow, all three at once, and yet she responded to his brutally driving prick.
Her pussy was entirely loose, not resisting at all the forceful entry Dorrek made into her cream-slickened sex. She was a devotee of the fucking, responding to each new use Dorrek put her to eagerly and with pleasure. Her enjoyment was so great that it burst out of her swollen lips.
“Mmmppp! Uuughh! Yes! Fuck my cunt!”
“That’s good, Susan! I knew you’d come around, you little human whore—you and your hot slave pussy! You whore! You Earth slut! I’ll fuck your brains out, slave! Fuck you to death! Teach you what it means to be a concubine of the Emperor! It means your cunt is mine! Your tight Earth cunt!”
“Yes, Dorrek, teach me to fuck! Do it! Show me how you fuck Earth whores! Make me come for my master!” Sue keened breathlessly.
