Another Change in Perspective

Emma giggled fitfully. There was one thing she'd give superheroes—their morals may have been stauncher than her usual playmates, but they were much less boring.

(Sue remembered how Jen had been exhausted, in both senses of the word, transforming back into the mild attorney she had once been exclusively. It'd been quite a sight, naked. Jen's butt flattened, her breasts shrunk to B-cups, her muscles swam in seas of slack skin, until finally a short, mousy woman was left, naked and giggling with the same joie de vive She-Hulk had possessed. She'd sat down on the couch, then the floor when Emma objected to a sweaty superheroine on her furniture, and Sue hadn't noticed her again)

A bolt of psychic force added to her orgasm had Jen stumbling back, freeing a gagging Sue to spit out some of the prodigious come Jen had gifted her with and suck in air. Emma wasn't planning for her to catch her breath, though. Even as Jen's heady juices drip-drip-dripped from Sue's chin (and ears, and hair, and eyelashes), Emma rolled her hips to obscenely sexual effect.

Sue gulped down what was left of Jen's appreciation, her eyes rolling back in her head and air no longer seeking refuge in her chest. Wolverine was huge. No, no it wasn't—she tried to tell herself, rationally, logically—it wasn't that much bigger than Cyclops, and she'd taken that no problem. But none of that common sense made a difference to her ass, where the dildo felt as big around as Ben's fist and as long as Reed when he needed something back in a room he'd just left. And in the face of that gut feeling, of being reamed, of being sodomized, Sue wondered if she could take even an inch more.

"You can," Emma said aloud, and Sue realized belatedly that her thoughts were being read. She might've expected Emma to lean down, whisper in her ear like some of her more gentle lovers had done when taking on the unemotional 'doggy style' position. But no. Emma stayed erect, head held high, dropping her proclamation down on Sue like the Oracle must've done in ancient Rome. "You can, and you will. Your ass is mine, Susan Storm. It's time I enjoy it a bit more."

Sue whimpered and closed her eyes, not even bothering to try and break free of the pillory, much less dispel her own forcefields. Emma was adding a few more inches to her conquest and it hurt like hell, if not as much as before. Or maybe it did and she just enjoyed it more. Either way, when Emma finally stopped, Sue was breathing hard and had no idea whether she wanted Emma to keep going or pull out and let her run and hide.

Emma, as usual, wasn't doing either. "Very good, Susan. You're taking to buggery much faster than expected. But now that you've had your fun," MY FUN? bounced shrilly through Sue's head, "you'd best remember that to give is better than to receive."

Janet was next up. She'd made some deal with Betsy to keep the ninja hanging back, and now that she had Sue mostly to herself, her crystalline wings were fully extended with her arousal, batting in jogging spurts that sent cool breezes through the room and ruffled Emma's hair dazzlingly. Janet took a tissue from a nearby table—her staccato wings nearly ripped it from her hands—and went to wipe Sue's face off.

"Don't listen to Emma, you have a lovely face. You're a classical beauty. I mean, that thing your nose does, you know? That's art, honey. Money can't buy it. I would love to put you in some of my clothes. Although right now, I'm obviously enjoying having you out of them so much more!"

Sue groaned and gurgled through the one-sided conversation. She was still getting used to the headway Emma had made in her ass, the unrelenting force of the dildo opening her up and holding her open. It was insane. A weight that drilled deeper and deeper into her, but just kept spinning its wheels—the pleasure pressing down on her, but never getting where she needed it. And as Sue had correctly guessed, she would only get Emma's precious ministrations by getting off her friends. She wanted to be degraded by Janet so she could be degraded by Emma. What a fucking world.

The OCD case in her satisfied with how presentable Sue was, Janet stood, crooked her hands on her hips, and jutted her sex out for Sue's inspection. She was far more meticulously shaved than Jen, her labia bare except for the landing strip in the shape of the Avengers' famous logo. That explained the cocky grin Janet displayed. It wasn't like Sue had a 4 on her cooch.

"Just so you know, I think it's really great that you're doing this!" Janet said hurriedly, with her trademark mile-a-minute flare. "It is so good for your relationship to get in touch with your inner slut. You would not believe how great things were with Hank after I fucked Black Panther. It's not for everyone, that'd just be silly, but I think there are a lot and a lot of people who just really need to fuck around! It's not like we won't have plenty of time to be monogamous once we're old and gray, but right now, we should be getting as much dick and vajayjay as we can! Who knows when we'll end up in one of those one million dystopian futures that keep paying us visits! There's no time for sex when Dr. Doom is making us all build a giant statue of his pet cat or—"

Sue licked Janet's cunt. At least her clit wasn't tiny.

"Oh!" Janet said, shocked. She tried to carry on the conversation. "Or a-a-a mural of his dead mother, your arch-nemesis is quite the mommy's boy, needs to have a—" (Sue licked Janet again. There was a fruity bouquet to her that had to be intentional, some kind of body wash or, more likely, pussy wash. It was novel, at least. Two bouts of cunnilingus and Sue was becoming a connoisseur.) "That would be pretty good work, actually, painting for a living. I'm quite artistic, really, I've done some portraits. Not enough for an exhibition... do you think I should get back into painting? There are a lot more subjects these days. Why, those Junior X-Men alone would be..."

Sue sealed her mouth to Janet and ate voraciously. She usually liked Janet's meaningless babble, but not when it stood in the way of getting the few more inches that would end the burning desire between her legs.

"Oooh!" Janet hummed, setting her hands atop Sue's head like a crown. She bunched her fingers in Sue's hair. "Your hair really is lovely, Sue, although have you ever thought of streaks? They make you look so much—MMMMM!" Sue marked that spot to remember later. For now, she wanted to try nibbling on Janet's labia. "Uhh! Uhh!" Janet grunted. "You're good at this! Is it because—" Sue drove her tongue deep into Janet, in and out like a cock, rewarded with grunts and gasps. "OOF! Sue, that's amazing! You're a natural! OH!" Sue went back to That Spot. "OH GOD! YES! PLEASE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH YOUR FACE! MMM-MM-MMMMFUCK!"

Even coming, Janet had a big mouth. She wailed like a banshee, her wings fluttering so hard that it was like going down on a turbofan. She wasn't a squirter like Jen, though Sue did detect a taste of something unlike the passion fruit flavor she'd been getting—the taste indescribable, but quite alright—very Janet van Dyne.

Janet sagged back on the balls of her feet, letting her whirring wings keep her up like she was slumping into an invisible beanbag chair. She wiped some drool off her chin. "You're a really good friend, Sue. We should've eaten each other's cunts years ago!"

Sue would've said something about how Janet hadn't eaten her at all, and it would probably be more than a few years before she did, but Betsy was done waiting. She walked right over the reclining Janet on those decadently long legs, marching up to Sue and taking her head in her hands. "Enjoy," Betsy said, her gruff voice making it more of a command as she shared minds with Sue, letting her look through Betsy's eyes at Emma.

So she could watch Emma as she buried a few more precious inches in Sue's ass, a devilish look in her eye, wearing the open-mouthed smile of a goblin as she opened Sue up forever, stretched her and loosened her and claimed her. Like an echo, Sue heard herself through both her own ears and Betsy's—"Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck... goddamn... motherfucker... Emma! Fucking Emma!"—a steady stream of curse words she hadn't used since she was a teenager. That, and gasping, and whimpering, and screaming as Emma stopped just an inch too far to be bearable.

"Hurts!" Sue moaned shrilly, the pleasure gone far away, only an insistent fraction left behind to taunt her. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

"Easy, darling. I'll take care of you." Emma's gloved hand ran coolly between Sue's legs. Like ice, it seemed to melt on her burning thighs, her molten sex. "I take such good care of all my students."

Sue was crying, Betsy wiping the tears away with her thumbs. The strap-on was like a hot poker in her flesh, and the heat was flaying her cunt. Only Emma's cool fingers and the pleasure they brought made it tolerable. In fact, she thought she could come. Yes, the pain was going away now, beaten back by Emma. She felt her tension pushed to the max, the pressure at its highest, the freedom and release of an orgasm within arm's reach...

Emma stopped, marking the occasion with a brisk slap to Sue's buttocks. "That's all for now. Time for some sisterly solidarity. Give Slut her orgasm, then you can have yours."

Betsy tugged Sue's face into the tuft of purple hair crowning her slit. "Lick," she ordered brusquely.

Sue was still frozen by her impending orgasm. It was so close! She tried to push back against Emma's cock, just get an ounce of friction to finish her off, but the pillory wouldn't let her move that way anymore than she could pull away from Emma. She couldn't even clench her thighs for whatever relief that would bring. She was trapped on the verge of orgasm, and it was worse torture than anything Dr. Doom had ever come up with.

Betsy grew impatient with the delay. She straightened the middle and forefinger of her left hand, then nipped them into Sue's neck like she was training a dog. It was nowhere near as painful as the sodomy Sue was undergoing, but still startling enough to be unpleasant.

"Lick!" Betsy repeated, her British accent cold enough to freeze fire.

Suddenly, Sue felt incredibly nervous. She was sandwiched between two women who were the epitome of seductiveness, each with miles more experience than her, and she was expected to please them? How? She made a few tentative laps at Betsy, hoping it would please her, but all it earned was another painful nip.

"Faster!" Betsy ordered. Emma giggled in front of her, covering her mouth with her hand.

Sue obeyed, licking and kissing Betsy's slit. To her relief, it tasted much the same as Janet's had when you got past whatever it was Janet bought to give herself the flavor of a Starburst. For a moment, Sue'd been worried that Betsy would taste 'Asian' somehow and make her feel like a racist.

"Better," Betsy said, her inscrutable face (now Sue felt like a racist anyway) relaxing into a smile. She returned both hands to Sue's face, subtly massaging it as Sue licked and licked. Her touch had Sue relaxing with each swipe of her tongue, pushing 'getting buggered' to the back of her mind and replacing it with the luxurious feel of Betsy on her tongue.

"Mmm-hmmm," Sue moaned unintentionally, lost in all of Betsy's lovely skin. She licked and kissed and sucked, rewarded by the pulsing subconscious thrill spreading from her lips outward. She didn't know if it was all tasting Betsy and being touched by her, or if some of it was subtle telepathy, but she didn't care. She was drifting off, her tongue dancing to the metronome beat of Betsy's demand. All she had to do was keep licking Betsy. It was very soothing. Like sucking on a lollipop, Sue thought with a drugged giggle.

All too soon, her ministrations bore fruit. Betsy came to taste headier, stronger somehow, and her hands came away, leaving Sue in the lurch. When the blonde opened her eyes, she saw those deadly hands rolling up Betsy's body, feeling out her own taut skin and sleek musculature, heavy breasts and angular face, fingers cresting the O of her parted lips as she reached completion.

"Acceptable," Betsy said with typical sparsity. She stepped away, purple pubic hair dewy with moisture. Sue was still staring at the incredible symmetry of her warrior's body, goggling at how she had brought pleasure to it, when Emma dug her nails into Sue's flanks and pushed forward into Sue's tightest, hottest hole.

It hurt so bad, Sue couldn't even scream, just yelp. It was no fair, going from the pleasure of eating Betsy out to this inferno of pain. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks, dripping into her open mouth as her head twisted and turned, "No, Emma, no, Emma please, Emma, Emma!" A harsh sob broke through her throat. "It hurts!"

Finally, Emma came down off her pedestal, bending down to whisper in Sue's ear. "Suffering is good for the soul," she shared, and drove the final inch of her dildo deep inside.

Without warning, Sue boomeranged from the explosion of pain to an implosion of ecstasy, pure pleasure as she came, spurting, her climax running down her legs in rivulets. At the other end of her body, a scream was wrenched from her throat. It echoed through the confines of the office, raining down on the dance floor below, bringing smiles to the faces of Jen and Janet and Betsy.

"Still want me to stop?" Emma asked, pulling her dildo out a tiny degree. The relief it brought was absolutely unacceptable. Sue needed the pressure, the pain, the orgasm that came with them. Emma didn't even wait for Sue to put her answer into words, reading it right off of Sue's mind. "That's what I thought."

She pulled out anyway, nearly halfway, and Sue sobbed anew. Her crying turned to guttural barks of enjoyment as Emma thrust back into her with short, quick thrusts that sent agony galloping through her. The only way Sue survived was having Emma's hand between her legs, the heel of her hand flush against her cunt, pleasure like an ice cube sizzling on a skillet. She came again, a painful orgasm, a climax that hurt, and she absolutely loved it.

Janet knelt in front of her and kissed her hungrily, tasting herself and two other women atop Sue's much-abused lipstick, and Sue loved that too.

Emma's thrusts became deeper, longer, slower somehow. In and out, first the painful delve into Sue, then the inexorable and agonizing lack of pulling out, opening Sue up to feel the exquisite pleasure of Emma's fingers diddling her cunt. After what felt like seconds, she came again, sobbing and moaning into Janet's open mouth as her friend kissed her cheeks and forehead, only returning to her lips when Sue had gotten it out of her system.

Now they'd attracted Betsy's interest. She sauntered up to the pillory, experimentally testing its invisible borders with outstretched hands, then did a perfect split to sink to the ground. Damn ninja show-offs, Sue thought. But it put Betsy in perfect position to suck on Sue's breasts, left dangling by her compromising position, and that gave Janet the idea to reach underneath Sue and fondle her other tit.

All that would've been more than enough to get Sue off, in time, but Emma's words shot her to the finish line like a jet rocket at a footrace. "I hope you're learning something about yourself, Susan. It's important to remember that you are a slut, in general, and a cockslut specifically, and that you can take so very much enjoyment in having your cockslut ass fucked and used to orgasm and filled with come. I trust having your asshole stretched out and gaping will help you remember, as will not being able to take one dainty footstep without thinking of my great big phallus entering you anally. But in case you forget, don't worry, I will be fucking each and every one of your holes more than enough times for you to remember your lesson: You. Are. Mine. And not only are you mine, my young pupil, but you love being mine, my cockslut, my dirty anal whore, my fucking toy OH...!"

Emma lost herself in a perfect orgasm, sinking once more home into Sue's ass, closing her eyes and tilting her head back and breathing hard for a full minute as she soaked in the psychic pleasure of everyone else in the room. Then her eyes clicked open.

"Jen," she said, eying the woman who had been checking her smartphone messages. "You're not participating," Emma chided.

"I can't Hulk out," Jen said, blushing. "Not after a really gangbusters orgasm." Sue and Janet turned to look at her. Even Betsy eyed her with her mouth around Sue's teat. "Yeah, I don't advertise that."

Emma smiled magnanimously. "I should think even your normal human strength would be enough to hold this whore open for my reaming cock," she said, sweet as sugar.

Jen seemed to agree, running over to pull Sue's cheeks apart for Emma. It could've have made much a difference, but suddenly Emma seemed to go even deeper as she pounded Sue's ass as fast and rough as mutantly possible. She stopped fingering Sue, her hand instead tightening around Jen's neck to hold her steady for an equally brutal kiss, but that was alright by Sue. Someone else—Jen or Jan or Betsy—penetrated her with their bare hands, so much warmer than Emma's leather gloves, and it was just the thing to stroke her fire and pour gasoline on the smoldering ashes that her last orgasm had made of her.

She came roaring back to life, an inferno, and had an orgasm that she wouldn't be able to tell ended, because Emma kept fucking her and Janet kept kissing her and Betsy kept suckling her and Jen, was it Jen?, kept stroking her with those delicious fingers, so she just kept coming and coming and coming, until Emma let the memory end and Sue was back on that rooftop, in the middle of New York, broad daylight, hanging off Emma like she was on the cover of a romance novel and, oh yes, still coming her brains out.

To her annoyance, when Sue's eyes fluttered open, she saw the captive Mole Man had awakened. He was staring at them with a great bulge in his trousers. Emma noticed too, and shut him back off with a wave of her hand.

"Don't worry, I'll erase his memories. Most of them. Let him think he's had one hell of a wet dream, the poor bugger doesn't get a smidgen of action as it is."

"I want it!" Sue fairly shouted, feeling her hard nipples raking painfully against the confines of her bra. "I want to be your guest, I want to be your whore, I wanna be fucked and come and fuck people and—"

Emma laughed, petting Sue's hair. "Easy now! You do run hot and cold. There'll be time enough for that tonight, when you've tucked your kiddies away and come back to my domain. Since you've been so good about accepting my tutelage, I'll arrange a special treat for you. Oh, Susan. I think you could become my favorite student."

Sue giggled madly. She felt higher than she'd been on the cocaine. Wild. Tipping over into frenzy. "Want me to bring you an apple, teach?"

Emma kissed her cheek. "That would be exquisite. Tonight, my darling. Wait for tonight. For now, I think it's best you attend to certain wardrobe malfunctions."

Sue looked down. The crotch of her suit had gone from periwinkle blue to damn near indigo with all the come she'd soaked it with. Grinning, Sue turned herself invisible. That was an easy fix.

"See you tonight," Emma said, and gave Sue's transparent cheek an unerring kiss before departing.