Nova-Atlantea…Eastern Seaboard of Amero-Atlantea…

The beautiful Shakti Haddad, known as Cerebra walked with her cadre of 'bodyguards' through the dank streets of the seedier section of Upper Nova Atlantea, former New York City, and the surface portion of the capital of Amero-Atlantea. She covered her slim body in the trench coat. It was cold, but the founder of the X-Men of 2099 had a duty. A duty to all mutants. She was the one who started the Xavier Shelter for Indigent children in Halo City in memory of Charles Xavier's vision. Now, there was a mission at hand to ensure the safety of all mutants. "This is it?" She spoked finally coming to a place with a door and nothing above the door. "The Bar with No Name," she added nodding to herself. This had to be the right place.

"Wow," her short muscular companion with the strangely spiked hair responded. "I can't believe this place is still here!" He placed a cowboy hat on his head.

"It's pretty constant throughout history I think Logan," Shakti explained. But there was no time for finding out the reasons for that mystery. She was accompanied by a sort of strike-force of mutants and human heroes. The man calling himself Punisher, Jacob Gallows stood next to Wolverine, a mutant from the past.

"Why are we dressed like this," Gallows wanted to know. He felt ridiculous in the tight suit. At least Logan had the cowboy hat.

Cerebra had already explained this. Plenty of times. "You guys are body guards," she explained once more. "General Dagim frequents this place." The former warlord general of the Sharkan (or more technically the Skarkan army but they don't prefer that name any longer) had become quite bored since Amero-Atlantea had risen from the sea. No more wars to fight, no more battles. He frequented bars and enjoyed the flesh of women.

"Why do we have to be the goons I think he meant," Wolverine chimed in, and lit up a cigar with his one good arm.

The Indian mutant beauty was annoyed. "Because you don't have the edge Mr. Fitzgerald." She pointed to her X-Men teammate Timothy Fitzgerald, aka Skullfire. The young mutant man was a wildcard and a bit of a nutjob. "He's my employer." Shakti continued, and pulled off her trenchcoat, revealing that she was wearing a dress. A black mesh dress that was sheer and see-through, Cerebra's dark nipples were plain to see. Her womanhood covered only by a slim fold of some sort of fabric. Her legs clad in platform pink stiletto heels with her toes peaking out. "Dagim likes the ladies," she added and walked towards the door.

"Whoa." Wolverine's eyes all but bugged out of his head at the sight of the young beauty. He followed her swaying ass, her crack on display for his eyes.

Marian Trench…..deep in the Pacific Ocean…..

Reed Richards watched from his cloaked vessel. It was a large submersible that could withstand immense pressure of space and sea. "There are Doombots down here." Reed confirmed what the source had told his team. Before the Fantastic Four a team of Doombots was working what appeared to be a deep-sea drilling site.

"I trust in my sister Cerebra," the blue skinned female, with a darker blue face mask spoke up next to him. The former nun and guardian of the new Xavier School was adamant that Cerebra and her mutant compatriots were right about everything. Doom was searching for something deep in the seas of Earth.

Reed couldn't believe it. There were no readings from his machines, nor Amero-Atlantea, nor Wakanda that said any vibranium was to be found this deep in this place. "Susan told me her scientists…"

But Whisper cut him off. "She is Sharkan, truly Sharkan, I see it in her eyes Doctor. She cannot be trusted." The young mutant was unnerved by Reed again mentioning that hag Susan. How many times had they had this discussion? How many battles had Whisper fought alongside Reed as a member of the Four? How many times at night had her and Reed….

"I trust Susan," Reed added typing on his console to make sure he was getting proper readings. Even if no one else did, Reed also trusted Black Panther.

From behind them, Johnny stirred in his seat. "I want to trust my sister to Reed, but sometimes I don't know." The blonde hero looked out the window.

Ben Grimm felt he needed to break up this growing tension that always seemed to come about at the mention of Susan's name. "You sure they can't see us Big Brain?"

Mr. Fantastic nodded. "I've used a cloaking device," he assured his team. In fact, it was based off of Susan's powers. They were unseen by radar, infra-red and by the naked eye. Reed's readings told him the Doombots were searching and scanning for something. Digging and burning into the Earth for something. But what?

"We should just burn them all," Whisper felt she had to be heard. She used her powers to ignite her hand in flame.

Johnny rolled his eyes. "How do we have TWO fire powered heroes? Booo."

Birnin Zana…..Council of Wakanda

Doctor Doom, stood with his arms crossed staring up at the screen. On it was news feed from Lower Nova Atlantea, the governing seat of the new United Nations. King Attuma spoke in an underwater room filled with mermen. Above them, rows of seats were above the waterline filled with surface dwellers. The ornate hall allowed for underwater speeches and surface speeches. "Look at them K'Shamba," the irate Latverian sovereign seethed as Attuma began to proclaim Amero-Atlantea was entering a new deal with Alchemax and its CEO Miguel O'Hara who stood next to him. "Do you believe they will not attack Wakanda?"

The leader of Wakanda, and current Black Panther, K'Shamba sighed. "I see no reason for them to do so Doom." The African King stood up. "I trust my emissaries will show you the vibranium mines as requested." Wakanda had recently entered into trade deals with both Amero-Atlantea and Latveria. A buffer between the two superpowers, Wakanda refused to choose a distinct side. K'Shamba stopped. "It was YOU who let Attuma take the United States." The King seemed to want to press Doom. With a smile, the Black Panther left the room through a hissing sliding door.

"He mocks you," the short haired Vendetta finally spoke from Doom's side. The former "Punisher" herself, she had joined with Doom long ago and quickly rose up to be a close confidant and trusted advisor to the tyrant. Vendetta was created as a Venus 8 model Gene Doll, a mere sex doll who was used and abused, but through her own strength escaped her fate and reprogrammed herself. "Why did you not press them about the spies he sent to the trench?"

Doom stood motionless, turning his head from the view of Attuma on the news and then back to the door where Black Panther had exited. "In time," he muttered. "All things in due time."

Amero-Atlantea…..Lower Nova Atlantea (former New York City)….United Nations Hall

Attuma stood regally speaking through the microphone that filled the waters around him and the open surface arena above. Hundreds were in attendance. "We will walk into a new dawn for Atlanteans and surface dwellers alike," Attuma spoke to cheers and applause.

'He was getting better at his speeches', thought his consort and queen, Zartra, the blue skinned Sharkan Atlantean. The beauty whose red hair flowed around her stood on the left side of her husband, while the CEO of Alchemax, Miguel O'Hara, stood at Attuma's right. O'Hara wore a suit that allowed him to breathe underwater. Zartra's uniform matched Attuma's, with a sea-serpent's skull upon her head as a crown, and a golden hammerhead shark sprotting out behind it. The headdress hurt like hell. But it was a sign of Sharkan royalty. A duty she understood.

His speech concluded, the surface portion of the auditorium cheered as well as the underwater mermen from Atlantis and Lemuria. There were even citizens of Mu in attendance which Zartra thought quite interesting, considering she'd personally laid waste to most of that ancient land. She found herself dutifully following her husband and his cadre of guards, generals and cabinet members. To be honest, she wanted nothing more than to get home.

A few handshakes underwater with O'Hara for the cameras, and the bubble of hangers-on began to dwindle. Only servants and "YES" men remained as transport ships boarded to race to the Sharkan Pillar, the castle on the Western portion of the former New York City. A great spire that rose up from the sea, with offices and halls underwater as well as above.

Zartra sat next to her husband who clearly was annoyed by all the paperwork and discussions of future meetings. The speedy submarine shot through the watery streets of the city and right into the private bay of the Pillar. Guards allowed the royal sea-motorcade though heavily monitored gates. Zartra exited with her husband. The group began to walk up a stairway that lead out of the water. Attuma's administration members pressed buttons to secure breathers to their faces. Not Attuma, and not his wife Zartra.

As Zatra's head came above water, the red hair began to shimmer and fade into blonde. When her head arose from the water, her black eyes with white iris' turned a human white with blue iris'. When the water rolled down her skin, her blue hue faded to a human pink. And just like that, the form and face of the beauty Susan Storm appeared, as it always did when she left the water. Her skin changed underwater, a gift of Doctor Doom, who initially condemdned her to a life as an Atlantean through a transformation process. It was Reed who helped her breathe on land again.

Lady Gelva, Sue's closest handmaiden handed her a towel. The Invisible Woman pulled the towel over her hair and any trace of red began to fade. "Tea your highness," Gelva smiled. "With a little kick."

Susan laughed and walked behind Attuma towards and elevator. She chatted with her elderly Atlantean handmaided and firend ignoring the discussions next to her. "How is Andromeda?" Susan finally inquired as the group of dignitaries rose up the elevator and chatted.

Gelva nodded. "Sleeping…finally."

The elevator stopped and Attuma made sure that no one but servants got off on the living quarters. Large ornate goldfen doors were opened for Attuma and his consort Susan Storm. The Invisible Woman began wlaking to the back room, but was stopped by Attuma's booming voice. She sipped down her tea quickly, wanting to dull her senses.

"LEAVE US!" Attuma growled. He was being attended to by servants pulling off his helmet and golden chest-plate.

Susan walked to the large window that overlooked the city. She poured a glass of Sharkan whiskey and sipped it, feeling her head-dress pulled from her head. She felt relief and thanked a servant she didn't even turn to look at. The heavy golden sea-serpent/shark crown hurt her neck. She rubbed her neck, but soon felt fingers on her neck. The blue Atlantean fingers neaded her pink human neck, and Susan's eyes and head instinctively rolled from the soothing sensation. "What is wrong my dear," the low voice of Attuma spoke from behind her. Servants were still trying to help Susan remove her large breastplate and secure it, as Attuma massaged her neck.

"Do you even care about any of this?" Susan inquired looking down at the city. Such a different view from the one she once had in the Baxter Building. Aquatic roads intersected and paralled normal paved roads. The streets were fileld with mermen, lemurians, mutants and humans. A true gorwing Utopia, unlike antyrhing Reed had ever envisioned.

"Of course," Attuma uttered moving Susan's blonde hair off her neck to kiss it softly.

The Invisible Woman's eyes rolled once more, now out of annoyance when a hand went to her shell bikini covered breast. The blue hand sunk up and under the shells and cupper her right breast. "I know what you care about Attuma!" She sighed and felt something large push into her buttocks, a thin mesh fabric from her skirt preventing skin to skin contact.

The servants secured the garments in metal drawers that closed and sealed tight. The room was essentially empty now save for Susan's glass of whiskey and the bed behind them, which she sipped still. The servants then rushed out and closed the door, leaving the royal couple alone.

"Always so strong and confident aren't we?" He taunted and ran his hand over the shell that covered her sex. "Is this life so bad Susan," he whispered in her ear.

Susan Storm looked out into the streets. She had to admit, they'd built this place, this Utopia, largely together. The young woman felt a hand snake up her thigh and reach her panties. She grunted, and with a tear the powerful tyrant ripped them from her form with ease. She heard him take a large sniff which initially made her retch but also made her giggle. His fingers returned to her thigh and worked their way up. "You controlled my mind!" Susan gasped a last attempt to fight him off.

"Yes," Attuma agreed. "But never your body." He teased and slowly slid his figners into her sopping wet slit. "Never your body." He began to slowly slide his fingers in and out of her human cunt, causing nosies to fill the room.

"Unnnnnh," Susan moaned at the intrusion. When, oh when had her body decided to give in? As Susan's body began to lean back and push upon his figners, she set the glass in her hand on the window sill and gripped the metal. Everything in the room was vibranium metal. Bomb proof and water proof. Susan gasped in disappointment when his fingers left her sex. He pushed on her back and she bent as she knew he wanted. His hand rested and gripped on her hip. Sue's eyes looked down to the street, but fluttered suddenly and her body lurched forward when his blue cocktip slipped into her. "Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned out as a thick blue Atlantean cock slid into her pussy. Her gold heels clicked as he pressed hard and made her body move. Her began to slide inch after inch inside her, and Sue's hips slid back to meet his trhusts. Maybe she wanted this as much as he did….maybe more.

In reality, Sue had accepted her place. This fighting was more foreplay for the two. She knew he liked the "damsel in distress" roleplay. Sue began to push her sex over his cock, a pussy that was by now very well accommodated to his size and girth. Sue looked back and whipped her blonde hair and put her tongue on her lip in a naughty gaze up at Attuma. It caused him to hump harder, so hard her ass jiggled and made divots from the pounding.

"YOU ARE MINE SUSAN STORM!" Attuma shouted and growled. He pulled her blonde hair and speared his prick into her soppoing quim.

Susan's head flung back from being snagged in his fingers. "OH GOD ATTUMA! I'M YOURS!" She shouted. The room was sound proof, but she was trying to test that with her pitch and screech. The Invisible Woman began to cum all over the Fantastic Four villain's blue prick. Attuma unceremonesoully pulled his cock from her, causing Sue to now growl in anger.

The blue warlord turned ruler stood back. "CLEAN ME WOMAN!"

This caused some REAL anger in Susan. She bared her teeth as she turned. "YOU DARE TO ADDRESS ME LIKE A COMMON WHORE!" She stated but sank to her knees. The girl gripped his hard prick and looked up at him. He was muscular and vicious looking, the opposite of Namor. "I should bite it off." Susan barked and then slid the tip into her moist mouth. She bobbed her head, sucking down her own cum from off his blue cock. Her juices dripped from his dick.

"Your place is on your knees before me." Attuma cackled and then pushed her head over his cock. He could hear Susan struggling to breathe as he pushed his dick down into her throat against her very will. It felt tight and glorious, but only momentary as his body was flung back and fell upon the bed behind him with silken black sheets. "RELEASE ME AT ONCE WENCH!" He shouted unable to move, his hands and legs secure to the bed by unseen ropes.

The Invisible Woman stood her hand outstretched. "Be wise at how you address me." She spoke sternrly. Suddenly, from the wall a button was pushed by an unseen hand. A cascade of water began to fall from the ceiling, cold and salty. "It is I SUSAN STORM who earned the name ZARTRA by bringing Lemuria to its knees," she seethed. Water began to fill the room and Susan's legs began to turn blue. Walking to the bed, she kept shouting. "It is I who laid WASTE to MU!" She climbed upon the bed as the water level rose over the laying Attuma and to Sue's waist. "It is I who cleaved the head of the SEA-SERPENT….." she began shrieking now. "AND EARNED HER PLACE AS A SHARKAN WARRIOR!" She began to straddle Attuma who now stop struggling against his invisible bonds. She gripped his blue face and looked into his eyes. Attuma could see the water covering her face, changing her eyes to black and hair to red. He felt a hand on his cock, but Sue's one hand was on his chin and the other on his neck. "And it is I who now fuck you Attuma!" She taunted and sank down, her invisible hand contruct helping to guide her onto Attuma's waiting cock. Susan waisted no time impaling herself on the blue cock, choking Attuma as she did. "I am the one they call the WITCH of the TRENCH!" She looked up at the ceiling, the room filled with water. "It is I who fuck you Attuma…the STORM OF THE DEPTHS!"

Attuma was close to blacking out, and close to an orgasm that would probably make him pass out. His consort's pussy was sliding up and down on his prick. He felt the invisible restraints on his hands finally give and brought them up, one to cup her large blue right breast with the dark blue nipples, the other wrung around her neck. "YOU ARE MINE SUSAN!" He growled with rage. "MINE!"

"YAAAAAS!" Susan smiled from ear to ear with her response, still bouncing up and down on his prick. She felt his hands choke her, and she went red in her blue cheeks, her own hand choking Attuma more.

They were both on the verge of a frenzy filled orgasm. So was their sex, vicious, violent and absolutely wonderful for both of them.

"Waaaaaaaa….." A sound came over a speaker in the room. A shrill cry. It caused Susan to shiver to her core. Without warning she swam up and off Attuma's cock with ease, leaving it hard and unsatified. An invisible finger pushed a second button on the wall, and the water began to drain from the metallic room. Susan walked to a panel and pressed a console, which caused the door in the back to hiss and open. Then, within less than a minute she was gone from the room.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Attuma shouted. "RETURN AT ONCE!" He was livid, and would kill any female for such a transgression. Yet, when Susan returned, once again in human form, the warlord's heart warmed. On her left breast, a blue skinned baby with red hair suckled on Susan's white tit. His heir. His daughter.

"Sorry," Susan laughed. "Andromeda's needs come before even the mighty Attuma's." Susan sprated milk from her free breast at a grumbling Attuma. When her daughter was well fed, the heroine walked around the room bouncing her child and singing an old Sharkan hymn. The baby fell asleep rather wuikcly and Susan returned to the back room.

Moments later, a nude Susan walked past the bed, and she held her hand up. "I'm not finished with you." She told Attuma. A door on the far wall slid open revealing a deck, overlooking the bay. The sun was going down. Susan walked out to the deck and then stood on the balcony. Attuma got a view of her white ass. "Catch me and you may know the depths of my ass." Sue taunted and then dove off the balcony.

The Atlantean King raced after his wife and the two dove from two hundred floors up into the Hudson river below.

Nova-Atlantea…Eastern Seaboard of Amero-Atlantea…Bar With No Name…

"Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…." Shakti, the mutant known as Cerebra moaned as a blue cock pounded her Indian pussy. How had it all got this far? One drink led to talking. To prices. Then to this? Her feet were up by her head and she was getting fucked by Dagim on a plush lavender loveseat in some back room. The Atlantean general was pumping his prick into the mutant. "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" Shouted the confused mutant girl.

Dagim chortled, "Of course you are."

Why had she even come to this place again?