Skrull Boys Are Hard update

Dorrek tugged on his bodysuit and pulled on his cloak. As he stood before Sue, bound and spread-eagled like some hunting trophy, he indulged in another earthly vice. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag, exhaling its smoke down at Sue. When it rose again, it was like Sue was steaming from the hot fuck. Dorrek wore a smug expression, looking as content as he felt with himself and his conquest of Sue.

Mopping his brow with his sleeve, he fixed Sue with a look. “Yup, you’re a great fuck. We’ll have to work on you a lot more—you’ll need to be trained in all aspects of whoring. But the potential alone… you’d make a great empress. I’d have no problem giving you heir after heir to bear for me.”

“What are you even talking about?” Sue asked, blushing. Now that the sex was over, she put on her deep-felt loathing for Dorrek as easily as if it were a discarded skirt. She’d always known he was depraved and she suspected he was more than a little insane. Dangerously insane, at that. He would never stop thinking of ways to exploit and humiliate her.

“Well, slut, I’m tired of playing pretend. Fucking your brains out every night only for you to spend all day pretending to be in love with this Reed Richards sap. Leave him. Stay with me. I’ll make you queen of the entire Skrull Empire. And once you stop with the Mrs. Richards crap, there’ll be much more time for me to give your slave cunt the Skrull fucking it deserves.”

“What?” Sue demanded, astonished at the calm way he spoke of her leaving her husband and becoming Empress of the Skrulls. “You want to marry me?”

“Not right now, Sue. I have a busy schedule and I like to eat after a hard fuck like that. But I’ll have my people get in touch with your people. We can make a real show of it. Dress you up in a nice, skanky outfit like we put you in last time. Hell, I’ll even throw in a nice hot-pussy slave for Reed, just to show there’s no hard feelings. Our chicks are usually pretty dire, but I’ll give him a Skrull bitch from the harem with real quality. You’ve got a nice cunt, Sue, you really do, but after we set Reed up with a shapeshifter that can do Black Widow, Ms. Marvel, and that Psylocke chick, he’ll get over it. Hell, I hear he hates being interrupted anyway. This bitch won’t bother him until he’s ready to fuck her. The guy might end up thanking me! Sound good?”

“No!” Sue cried. “That—that’s horrible! Get out!” She broke her bonds with cutting forcefields. “Go! Right now!”

“Sheesh. You try to make everyone happy and it’s never good enough. It’s true what they say: the personal is the political!”

He sauntered off, leaving Sue covered in his cum and stewing in how she despised him. She didn’t find his little proposal funny at all, especially not with her wrists and ankles aching from being tied so tightly.

“Fucking asshole!” Sue cursed as she heard him strolling away. “That does it. No more. I’m never going near that prick again!”

Dorrek shut the door behind him, leaving Sue alone to regret the word choice she’d just made.

***

After showering, weighted down by guilt and sore muscles, Sue went to sleep. It was almost evening by the time she woke. She came out in a dressing gown and found Reed putting together a meal. The man was a wizard at cooking. It was, after all, simply a scientific process of various elements and chemical reactions.

“Sue, you’re finally up,” Reed said, gently chiding—nowhere near the barbs she should’ve been receiving for her adultery. “Perfect timing! I’ve got dinner ready to go.”

“Oh,” Sue said. “Oh, I’ll dress…”

She had been planning, or rather not planning, to lounge around all day in the doldrums of reliving what had happened with Dorrek, but if Reed had pulled himself out of his lab, that gave her something to do: pretend everything was alright.

“One minute,” she said, and slipped away. A moment later, she returned in a short, simple summer dress. “Thanks for taking care of dinner. I guess I let the time get away from me…”

“You’re so self-sufficient. I appreciate getting the chance to do something for you. Anyway, it’s a special occasion.”

“Oh?”

“The council’s approved a scientific expedition to the edge of the universe. It’ll be a joint venture between several species. I’ll be going and I want you to come with me.”

“You… you do?” Sue asked, so down on herself that she felt worthless, surprised Reed would bother with her.

“Of course. There’ll be plenty for you to do. And it’ll only be for a year. I know it’s a seismic shift for us, but we’ll have so much more time with each other. It’ll be like taking a cruise…”

A year without Dorrek. A year without even the possibility of Dorrek touching her—looking at her—taking advantage of her. She could break her addiction to him once and for all. Perhaps bring Reed around to fucking her the way she needed, but without the shame, the humiliation. 

“I’d love that, Reed,” Sue said, tears brimming in her eyes. “Oh, Reed…”

***

Jennifer was perfect. The lips, the eyes, the bone structure, the curves, they all added up. Perfection mounting on perfection until her beauty reached heights that were far more than the sum of its parts. Mark knew how lucky he was to have found her. He felt lucky she even existed. But it never occurred to him that she was too perfect.

He was walking with her through Queens, talking and trying to avoid talking about their future. He felt like he had a bad hand at poker. He would immediately start bargaining for more, getting her into marriage and kids and a house while his luck still held. 

Then he heard a shrill and insistent beeping from the other sidewalk. A group of kids crowded around some electronic gizmo. He felt a twinge of annoyance at the disruption of the peaceful night, but quickly dispelled it. He was with Jennifer, after all. 

He felt eyes on him, more pressing than the beeping had been. He looked again and saw the gang was looking at him. “What do you want?” he demanded, his irritation swelling into anger.

Jennifer grabbed his arm. “Just leave it.”

The gang was already massing on the edge of the sidewalk, leaning on the cars parked on the curb. They looked like zoo animals grouped against the bars of their cage. “Hey, which one of you is the Skrull?”

Mark rolled his eyes. “We're not Skrulls, idiot. Fuck off.”

One of them waved the gizmo in the air. “Then how come the Skrull detector is beeping?”

“You need to get a refund, pal.”

“She looks real uncomfortable. Must be her.”

“She's uncomfortable because you're yelling in the street like a maniac.”

The one with the gizmo walked out into the street. “Ask her something about Earth. Ask her anything about Earth, man. What do you put on a Christmas tree?”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Ask her!”

Mark looked at Jennifer. She did look nervous. She looked like she was frightened out of her wits. “You do know what goes on a Christmas tree, right?”

“Bird nests,” she said. “Obviously.”

He laughed without humor. “Obviously... You'd tell me if you were a Skrull, right?”

“Why would I need to?”

“Because if you don't, it's a lie. You wouldn't lie to me...”

She said nothing.

The gang moaned and laughed in amused sympathy. “She got you, man, she got you!”

“Jennifer, you're not a Skrull, right. You're just pulling my leg...”

“I'm sorry, Mark.”

“Sorry? Why are you sorry? What do you have to be sorry about?”

“I thought you wouldn't care.”

“What do you look like? What do you really look like?”

Jennifer stood there, perfect and more than perfect. Then she changed. Getting stranger and more horrible by the moment. Mark cringed to look at her, remembering how perfect she had been. Now she was green skin like a corpse's, animal ears, that weirdly corrugated chin that matted any kiss. He couldn't believe it. She wasn't even human. His girlfriend wasn't even human. 

Mark's hands tightened into fists as the gang laughed and whooped.