[FFML] [Marvel Comics] Submission Agenda pt. 3

[Wild Pegasus]

Submission Agenda pt. 3
by
Pegasus

  (XIV) CHERIE'S MYSTIQUE

Breaking Rogue was a long, sometimes frustrating, but always satisfying
experience. Despite her lack of conscious control over her superhuman
capabilities, it appeared that her body retained its resiliency levels,
including a certain degree of resistance against the chemical bonding agent
in Stephanie's fluids and mine. Bringing her to climax remained a relatively
simple affair--however, bonding her to my cream wasn't so easy.

All three of us had enjoyed that first fuck intensely--Rogue even delayed
asking questions about her debilitated condition until we had all returned
to the hotel suite. But at the same time, she was evasive about answering my
questions about how she had wound up taking cum on her face for a living in
a Vegas strip joint. After all, with her prodigious power she could get as
much money as she wanted just by putting her fist through an ATM. I began to
believe that someone else may even have some kind of hold over her, and
having read the Cerebro files, I did have certain suspicions. Suspicions do
not constitute proof, however; I needed to hear it from those gorgeous lips,
I wanted her to answer all my questions, I desired her every utterance to be
followed with the word 'master'.

I figured that it would require a team effort from my sister and I to break
through her superhuman resiliency, with the both us pushing her to her
limits. I knew that Stephanie would be invaluable. Obviously her familiarity
with the female anatomy was in excess of my own, and she possessed a
wonderful skill in the field of sexual torture, combining her instinctive
knowledge of another woman's erogenous zones with a vindictive psychology
that could bend the will of even the purist soul.

She began the final seduction, stripping both herself and Rogue and kissing
the X-Man deeply, drooling into her mouth as the tongue dance became wetter
and sloppier. Stephanie knew full well that if Rogue's resilient skin would
not absorb her chemical-bonding agent, she stood a much better chance by
getting her to succumb to it orally. Stephanie is a great kisser, much
better than I am, and just watching the pair of them lying naked on the bed,
connected only by the mouth was seriously arousing.

After finally breaking off, Stephanie began to rub herself across Rogue's
body, moving her breasts across her stomach, grinding her pussy into Rogue's
leg, her fingers drifting down into her thatch of brown pubic hair, digging
deep inside as the X-Man squirmed and gasped in joy beneath her. The rubbing
continued even as Stephanie moved north, dragging her heavy breasts across
Rogue's face, inviting her to suck her nipples, beginning the binding of
Rogue's will. Rogue sucked fiercely, taking Stephanie's jets of milk
ravenously, sending my sister into a state of sexual bliss that no other act
can produce. I could tell that she was hotter than ever. Even as Rogue
closed her eyes and continued nursing on my sister, I saw her other breast
begin to weep its sweet nectar in sympathy, seeping down the X-Man's neck
and between the valley of those superhumanly maintained tits, their nipples
standing proud to attention. I began to feel my cock leak--this time there
would be no effort of will in stopping my cum surge. Instead, I would feed
it to my new slave, not stopping the stream of spunk until both her mind and
her body were owned by me.

Stephanie pulled free of Rogue and began to move down, exploring her new
toy's buoyant breasts, her hand returning to the woman's pussy, two fingers
impaling her, moving deeper and deeper inside as two superbly muscled thighs
spread wide in response. This was her signal. In a moment, I knew that our
new pleasure toy would be at her most vulnerable state, such was my faith in
my sister's capabilities. As Stephanie moved her head down level to Rogue's
snatch, I moved in closer, witnessing that delicious moment as my sister's
tongue teased her clitoris and her fingers savagely dug deeper.

The movement took Rogue's head off the edge of the bed, and that gorgeous
skunk-bleached mane of hair dropped back as the former heroine opened her
mouth and gasped out loud in carnal pleasure. By now rivulets of white cream
were running down the shaft of my cock, so I moved in even closer and wiped
it off under her nose and across her mouth, thrilling as her tongue emerged
to take the cream I proffered. I moved behind her, my scrotum resting on her
nose as I carefully pushed my prick into her mouth, all the time savoring
the feeling of fresh cum being drained from my balls.

I looked down at Stephanie and noticed the evil, malevolent look of
torturous intent on her face as she slowly rotated her fingers in Rogue's
cunt, her tongue flicking on her engorged clit. I had seen this before. My
sister was plundering the inexperienced bitch's g-spot, forcing a deeper
sense of sexual need into her with each rhythmic caress, yet denying her the
orgasm she craved so badly. Rogue seemed to be seeking relief by sucking
very hard on my prick when the sensations were almost too much for her; my
cock obliged by producing an even more thick and viscous supply of
mind-bending sperm. She swallowed every single drop as it emerged.

Now it was only a matter of time, but I sensed the tightness of my scrotum
increase as my testicles prepared the last load of cum--the special,
nurtured sperm that would set about the final transformation of the
spunk-swallower below me. As the tightness increased to unbearable levels, I
leaned forward and cupped Rogue's sweet titties in each hand, rubbing in
Stephanie's milk with firm, massaging movements.

Stephanie's timing was perfect--even as her head disengaged from Rogue's
clit, her free hand squeezed hard on her own right nipple, sending spurt
after spurt of her milk over our prey's snatch and puckered asshole. Both of
us took her beyond orgasm. My cream boiled forth from my balls and blasted
its way into her mouth as simultaneously Stephanie masturbated her pussy and
tongue-bathed the rim of her anus, burrowing her head into the juncture of
her thighs and then sucking hard on her asshole. Rogue screamed hard,
sending delicious vibrations through the root of my still-spasming cock, her
hands balled into fists, beating the bed under her with orgasmic fury.

Moments later, she called me 'master' for the first time and began singing
like a bird on any and every topic I could think of quizzing her on.
Everything fell quickly into place. Rogue had fallen into prostitution
simply because she needed some outlet for the intense sexual frustration she
felt--her superhuman power gave her incredible resistance to injury but also
lowered the sensitivity of her sexual response. Only by overcoming this
mental block could she find sexual release of any description.

But this was not the limit of the new knowledge I learned. Rogue confessed
that the joint was actually owned, and now run, by her surrogate mother,
Mystique, the siren-like shape-shifting mutant whom I had read so much about
in Xavier's precious files. She had taken Rogue in after the X-Men had
disbanded, and had adopted the guise of Cherie in order to avoid detection
by those on the more mutant-heavy East Coast of America. Judging by her
performance earlier, she was an Oscar-caliber actress and possessed of a
rare gift. My mind boggled at the potential of her shape-shifting power and
I found myself integrating Mystique's downfall into my overall game plan. In
fact, she would comfortably fill a void in my scheme that up until now I had
been unsure as to how I would fill.

Mystique had been incognito for months now in her Cherie guise, and even
though Xavier's files described her as dangerous to the extreme, I knew I
would be able to subjugate her fully with little or no danger to my person.
Particularly since Rogue lived in the same apartment, had keys to the place,
and I even had some heavy sedation chemicals and a mutagenic inhibitor dart
gun in my briefcase. I hoped I wouldn't have to use it, and consciously
planned a more passive approach for integrating her into my harem of whores.
Regardless, I'd have to be prepared.

Rogue looked worriedly at me when I fished out the weapon and began to load
it.

"Ah don't want you to hurt mah mama," she complained... before quickly
adding, "...Mastah."

"What you want and don't want should no longer be your concern, my dear," I
swiftly replied. "And it's certainly of no relevance to your actions...nor
mine."

"Come now, sweetie," Stephanie purred, "We only want to give your 'mama'
some of the same good feelings we've given you."

"Ah try..." Rogue murmured pathetically. "Ah try to... make her feel..."

"You mean Mystique has sexual relations with you?" I asked, quite surprised,
not least at the logistics of the act in question--that thought followed up
quickly by the quasi-incestuous nature of the relationship.

"Uh-huh... Ah mean Ah know she watches when Ah get mah men off... sometimes
we take 'em back to our place... Ah dance and strip and mama touches them
until they..." she stopped short, looking deeply ashamed.

"Until they cream all over your face and tits, darling," Stephanie whispered
hotly, finishing Rogue's sentence as the girl just nodded dumbly and turned
crimson red.

I lifted Rogue's face by the chin and stared into her hazel eyes before
kissing her deeply.

"I want to take her on, darling," Stephanie breathed, stroking my cock.
"She's already made it blatantly clear that before any one else has the
pleasure of using one of her whores, she wants a taste first. She wanted me
pretty badly and now that I know it's Mystique, I want her too."

"It's not going to be completely straightforward though, is it Stephanie?" I
questioned, caution on my mind, remembering my sister's capitulation to Jean
Grey. "This bitch has got the better of the X-Men, X-Factor and even the
Avengers."

"Ah'll look aftah her," Rogue piped up, her allegiances now perfectly clear,
and ready to be tested.

"And you can be in my head too, sweetheart," Stephanie insisted, a wicked
gleam now in her eyes. "You can see exactly how I'll give Mystique to you...
totally fucked up."

***

Within the hour, the two girls were back in 'Cherie's Nest', while I
reclined in a near comatose state back in the hotel suite. The psionic link
with Stephanie now seemed to be stronger than it had ever been in the past,
even during the times when we had become one to share our orgasms. I could
sense with her senses, I could even perceive her moods, her very thoughts.
It had to be Phoenix. In some way, our powers were slowly merging, gradually
becoming one. Had I desired it this way? Did every fuck I share with my
consort imbue me with more of her mutant talents? What if she was draining
something of my essence as well? These were questions for which I would have
to get definitive answers fairly quickly. But in the short term, I would
enjoy the show my two women were about to give to me.

The meeting with Cherie went as Stephanie and Rogue had expected. My sister
explained that seeing Rogue's lap dance had convinced her that she would
like to prostitute herself at Cherie's establishment. I could see the lust
in Cherie's face as she told of her 'decision' and I could feel the
resultant feeling of anticipation and sexual arousal flood through
Stephanie's body.

"I'm so glad you're going to join our little family," Cherie remarked, her
eyes dancing over my sister's body. "But I really want to know if you're
quite aware of what you're getting into here... you're so... young."

"I know I am," Stephanie replied candidly. "But trust me, I've got plenty of
experience."

"I bet you have," Cherie nodded, "but would you submit to answering some
questions and undergoing a little... examination... before we continue
this?"

I could sense Stephanie holding back her laughter, but she readily
acquiesced and I felt her eyes lock on to Cherie's, giving her that knowing
look that spoke volumes, the look of pre-coital consent. She merely asked
that Rogue be present during the forthcoming event, a request that seemed to
arouse Cherie still further. I had been on the receiving end of Stephanie's
look so many times, and the effect it had on Cherie seemed pretty identical
to how I reacted to it. A slow, widening smile. Pupils dilating in pleasure.
The imparted knowledge that her body was there to be taken.

The two women were led to another inner office in the building, this one
looking slightly clinical--perhaps down to the massive gynecologist's
reclining chair in the center of the room, the two stirrups spread wide
apart. I think I got the idea of how Mystique carried out her...
examinations. Cherie motioned Rogue to sit down then addressed my sister
directly.

"Now then, shall we get down to business?" Cherie asked, the tone of her
voice barely disguising her arousal. "Perhaps to begin with, you could
remove the jacket and top."

"Certainly," Stephanie replied, nonchalantly removing the jacket and tossing
it aside and then pulling at the midriff-exposing rubber crop-top she wore,
baring her magnificent breasts to Cherie's hungry gaze.

The exposure was like a siren call to the madam, who closed in on my sister,
staring with a naked lust at Stephanie's breasts.

"May I?" she asked, reaching out with both hands towards my sister's twin
globes of loveliness.

"Sure..."

"Sweet Jesus," Cherie moaned as she cupped Stephanie's titties, rubbing the
nipples into erectness, stroking the sides as she watched them seemingly
swell in her hands. "How big are they?"

Stephanie laughed at the question but I knew exactly where the woman was
coming from--my sister's tits were unbelievable. She possessed a truly
wasp-like figure, her breasts jutting out so far, their width was seemingly
larger than the width of her back.

"They're 32E," Stephanie replied truthfully, with more than a little pride.

"Sweet Jesus," Cherie repeated, lowering her face into her cleavage, rubbing
her cheeks around each breasts, repeatedly kissing the skin as new pastures
crossed her mouth. "So fucking sexy..."

Stephanie encouraged the erotic nuzzling with a series of small moans,
knowing the effect her submission would engender... Cherie would stop short
at nothing less than fucking her. I had to congratulate the disguised
Mystique for her willpower in pulling back from Stephanie's body.

"Take off your skirt and show me your pussy," Cherie ordered, standing back
to appreciate the view as my sister again submitted to her demand, smiling
as her weeping sex was exposed, leaving just her high-heels and stockings
on. "You're so beautiful, baby..."

Cherie took her to the chair and laid Stephanie onto it, guiding each of her
legs into the stirrups, spreading her wide, leaving her open. I noticed my
sister check on Rogue, and we both saw her sitting in her chair
masturbating, eyes locked on the scene in front of her.

Cherie began to move her hands across Stephanie's thighs, feeling their
silky softness, moving up ever so slowly to my sister's wonderful pussy, the
place where I knew Mystique's will would meet its now inevitable demise. It
was so good. This woman had comprehensively outwitted Earth's mightiest
heroes and now she sought to dominate a sixteen-year-old girl--a young woman
who would bring about her ultimate downfall.

"I take it you like a woman's touch..." Cherie suggested, as her hand cupped
Stephanie's cunt, a single finger tracing the furrow delicately yet
rhythmically. "Are you bi?"

"I like to fuck anything... anyone!" Stephanie gasped at the exquisite
teasing. "Boy or girl... I just love making people cum."

With this response, Cherie slid two sawing fingers into Stephanie's clasping
snatch, teasing her now erect clit with her thumb, hypnotized by my sister's
response... and also by the lust-inducing pheromones I felt her produce.
Cherie was imprinted now, bonded to a sexual need to orgasm with the use of
Stephanie's body. To get better leverage, she climbed between Stephanie's
legs and rested between the stirruped legs, continuing her maddening
masturbation.

"How do you like to fuck?" Cherie asked candidly, eyes locked on her own
fingers as they disappeared in and out of Stephanie's red-furred cunt.

"I like it any way..." Stephanie gasped loudly. "Oral... anal... deep in my
pussy... I like to be tied up... I want to feel... used."

"Call me 'mama', sweetheart."

"I... like to feel... dirty, mama."

"Which part of you does your boyfriend like the best?"

"My titties... definitely my titties... I... I... like him to nurse on me...
sucking my milk from me..."

I could sense that Mystique was losing her battle against not taking my
sister so quickly, and Stephanie planned what she said carefully. Sure
enough, it was barely moments later that she was bound to the chair in the
Y-shaped position, and the inevitable swiftly followed.

"I gotta fuck you, baby," Cherie breathed, leaning over her from behind,
whispering in her ear, the sound of clothes hitting the floor clearly
evident. "But not like this."

"Here's where you get the surprise of your life, sugah," Rogue called as she
gasped at her first climax, three fingers stuck far up her spasming snatch.

Despite knowing Cherie's true identity, there was no denying the surprise on
Stephanie's face when the madam's overly made up face and sagging
middle-aged body slowly transformed, becoming deeper in color, tighter, more
well-defined, her breasts rising and becoming larger, perkier, the only
constant being the deeply aroused torpedo-shaped nipples. Even after the
shape seemed to become static, the color deepened still further, until
Mystique's dark blue skin and crimson mane of hair finally stabilized in
pigment.

"Holy shit..." Stephanie gasped, eyes like saucers... "What are you?"

A fully naked, blatantly aroused Mystique advanced upon Stephanie, the very
picture of feminine lust--the sway of her hips, the movement of those
wonderfully high breasts, the wide smile and evil gleam in those pupil-less
eyes.

"I'm going to be your greatest fuck ever, baby. You don't know what sex is
until you've been taken by a shape-shifter."

I could feel Stephanie enjoy the bondage as she lay back helpless, Mystique
climbing onto the couch between her splayed legs, licking her ruby lips in
anticipation, seeking to take possession of my sister, her lusts
exponentially intensified by the arousing powers being brought to bare upon
her person. I felt Stephanie's huge rush of sexual anticipation and barely
suppressed power as Mystique lay on top of her, breast against breast, cunt
on cunt.

"I can change and adapt any part of my body," Mystique breathed, her lips
now less than a couple of inches away from my sisters'. "But best of all, I
have the ability to relocate my erogenous zones. Have you any idea of the
myriad methods I can employ to fuck you senseless?"

Stephanie met Mystique's challenging glare with equal intensity. She made it
abundantly clear that she wanted to find out.

"Show me."

The beautiful blue-skinned mutant smiled slightly, then opened her mouth,
closing in on my sister's, giving into her passion and seemingly devouring
Stephanie's face. Through Stephanie, I could sense Mystique's intruding
tongue probing into her mouth, rubbing against the back of her teeth, my
sister returning the compliment in style, her own tongue darting inside
Mystique's mouth, beginning an insistent thrusting motion over her lips.

Mystique broke the kiss, leaving Stephanie aching for more. I began to
wonder whether my sister had the desire to take her. Rogue's offer to step
in if things looked doubtful was unlikely to be fulfilled--I could see her
face, twisted with lust and anticipation, waiting to see if her 'mama' would
survive the bonding act.

"You french real good," Mystique sighed, grinding her body into Stephanie's
with a feeling that neither of us had ever experience before. "But if you're
gonna whore, you need to know another kind of french."

She closed in and once again began her sloppy, maddeningly arousing
intrusion into Stephanie's mouth with her tongue. But something was
different. Her tongue had lost its questing desire to explore my sister's
mouth. Now it sawed in and out, completely devoid of its pliability, getting
longer, harder, changing shape right in her mouth. The sensation was
completely unfamiliar to me, but Stephanie moaned in lust and changed her
kissing into a sucking motion, her tongue dancing around Mystique's, paying
careful attention to the tip, rubbing the underside, all the time thrilling
to the in and out motion. And then it hit me.

Stephanie groaned loudly around the intruder while Mystique hummed in
appreciation at my sister's oral talents as she carefully blew Mystique's
shape-shifting tongue-cock. I sensed some element of fear from Stephanie as
the cock grew still further in her mouth, beginning to reach towards the
gag-reflex-inducing back of her throat. But at the same time, her new lover
continued her small, all-over body grinding motions. Everywhere Stephanie
arched, there'd be a perfectly placed caress waiting for her. Mystique's
body was changing itself to please her new whore.

Stephanie responded exactly as instinct intended, increasing the pleasure
she orally gave, desperately attempting to take Mystique over the edge and
into orgasm. There'd be no doubts as to where her pleasure centers were
concentrated now. Stephanie's ministrations became short and savage as she
took every inch that Mystique sawed in and out of her mouth.

Finally Mystique pulled her tongue back and her lips left my sisters', drool
escaping from the corners.

"You blow like a pro, sweetheart, but I want to fuck you like a man."

She pulled herself back, looking at Stephanie's so-hot body, covered in a
sheen of perspiration, tiny drops of milk gathering on the summit of each of
her enormous breasts. Taken by what she saw, Mystique reached over and
started to pull rhythmically on one of Stephanie's breasts, much to my
sister's obvious enjoyment. Her tit-cream was coaxed forth, which Mystique
raised to her mouth on one finger and sucked dry. She sighed at the taste,
knowing nothing of the fact that her final fate was now taking shape.

"Tastes so fucking good... I can tell why your boyfriend loves those tits
now..."

"I want you to love them 'mama'," Stephanie sighed, arching her back,
offering her bare, leaking breasts to her lover. "Suck me... and fuck me."

My sister sighed in satisfaction as she caught sight of Mystique's large,
protruding clitoris, which grew bigger, fatter and more pointed before her
eyes, the shape-shifter's snatch closing up as she grew her cock and nestled
it between the lips of Stephanie's sopping snatch. Stephanie moaned when
Mystique began to push her blue approximation of a cock into her cunt,
twisting as much as her bondage would allow, feeling a mouth suck on her
titty, drawing forth the mind-sapping cream.

Now was the time to strike. Telepathically, I wrenched Rogue from her
masturbation and urged her to untie my sister, which she achieved in
double-quick time. Stephanie worked quickly in bringing her hands to
Mystique's head, moving her from one breast to the other as the woman sucked
hard and fast, her hunger for cream insatiable. Her cock continued to thrust
ever deeper into Stephanie's willing pussy, in time growing a small stump
that rubbed against my sister's clit in order to heighten her ecstasy.

I could sense that Mystique was now ours, I see her thoughts as clearly as
Stephanie's and Rogue's and despite my reluctance to tackle this dangerous
woman head on, I entered her mind and through sheer force made my will
dominant in the shape-shifter's incredible body. It was the ultimate high,
risky but hugely rewarding, as I made the possession truly complete in a way
that I had never dreamed possible before bonding with the Dark Phoenix.

I pulled Mystique's 'cock' out of my sister, feeling that the bitch was the
on the edge of climax. I grabbed Rogue's head and pushed it onto Stephanie's
tit; she happily began to suck heavily from the offered tit flesh.

I drew back and watched the beautiful site of my sister administering her
brain-softening cream to another hapless super heroine. Moving behind
Rogue's bobbing form, I lifted her skirt, and thrilled at the sight of her
naked ass. I decided that Mystique's first orgasm of her new life would
involve her sodomizing her own adopted daughter.

As I began the thrust forward, I could sense the submissive spirit's dread
and horror at what she was about to perform, coupled with a thrill of sexual
ecstasy as her cock located Rogue's bone dry rectal passage. I shifted the
cock into a much thinner configuration, prying it into the girl's anal
virginity, pushing it deeper and deeper as she writhed beneath it, her face
still locked onto Stephanie's tit.

I looked at her, her eyes watching me, knowing what was about to happen,
understanding who was in control now. I began the thrusts into Rogue's ass,
all the time expanding the girth of Mystique's cock, until with satisfaction
I heard whimpers of pain escape from the beautiful skunk-maned slave slut in
front of me. I slowly allowed Mystique control over her own body again and
the obscene, incestual buggery continued apace--she knew what my will was
and readily acquiesced to my horrible urges, continuing the rape, continuing
the horrific cock expansion in her foster daughter's ass.

Rogue left Stephanie's tit and screamed aloud in agony as Mystique reached
climax, her juices channeled through her shape-shifter's cock and propelled
deep into her 'daughter's' bowels. I could already sense her mind eager for
more. More of the ecstasy Stephanie and I had given her, more of Rogue's
pain and more of her new mistress's delicious juices.

I extricated myself from Mystique's mind and returned to the hotel room. It
was now completely pitch dark, and my cock was still spurting jets of warm
cum over my chest and stomach. I sighed at the waste, but truly my thoughts
were elsewhere. Bigger conquests awaited my attentions. One day, four years
ago, I had made an oath to take them all down and I would do just that. The
world would pay the price for what they had done. I'd make all the fuckers
suffer for what they had done. Everything was so clear to me now.

=====

(XV) TEST SUBJECT

Everything was going according to plan. I had quickly learned that besting
the planet's mightiest beings wasn't necessarily a case of outmatching them
with brains or power, it was more to do with timing...and luck. I couldn't
really take all of the credit for disbanding the X-Men--the events of
Onslaught, the subsequent mutant vilification and Operation Zero Tolerance
had weakened them enough to make them easy pickings. With Storm, Phoenix and
Cyclops out of the picture, the heart and soul of the team was cruelly
ripped out, leaving me to pick and choose which of the hapless sluts I would
use in my grand design.

Even after only a couple of weeks, Emma Frost was doing a magnificent job of
enslaving Sebastian Shaw, with day upon day of increasingly rampant sex
slowly destroying his mind, making him an effectual puppet leader at the
Hellfire Club. Silver Sable, Psylocke and Rogue were quickly added to the
Club's stable of whores, all of them under the 'protective' custody of the
Black Queen, who subjected each of them to vastly humiliating sexual acts
before allowing them to service the club members. However, Selene herself
was unknowingly fighting a losing battle against my will. Each whore I sent
her was rife with bonding agent, which was gradually imprinting on her the
sexual imperative to fall before me. And given time, she would, just as
Shaw's mind would eventually crumble beneath the White Queen's powers,
leaving the leadership of the Hellfire Club open for my taking.

Effectively, the two most powerful East Coast-based mutant organizations
were mine. But I wanted... no demanded more. And now I sensed that the
challenge would truly begin. New York City played host to two of the world's
most renowned super-teams: the Fantastic Four and the Avengers. Both were
viable targets with easy to exploit vulnerabilities, particularly the FF,
who operated more as a family unit than a team of super-beings. With the
resources at my disposal, I felt sure they could be taken down. The Avengers
would be far trickier, hidden as they were behind Tony Stark's patronage and
technology, led by the seemingly unstoppable Captain America, with the raw
power of the Norse 'god' Thor at their disposal. Defeating them would be a
huge challenge and yet just staring at the Scarlet Witch made me want to get
started right away. I would have to learn patience, even as my body yearned
to plunge her into the purgatory that was synonymous with sexual servitude.

In the meantime, I entertained myself with a smaller project that had been
occupying my mind for the last few weeks. During the recent 'absence' of the
FF and the Avengers, a new team of do-gooders, known as the Thunderbolts,
had taken residence at Four Freedoms Plaza--their aim seemingly to pick up
the task of protecting the city in the absence of those famed 'heroes'.
Their accomplishments before the heroes' return were impressive, making them
worthy of my attention.

My interest was especially piqued once Phoenix and myself made an astral
visit to the Thunderbolts' base. The aura of evil was so thick you could
almost taste it, particularly whilst in the presence of Citizen V, the man
that Phoenix mentally unmasked as Helmut--thirteenth Baron Zemo. The truth
shocked me--the 'Thunderbolts' were really the Masters of Evil, in a sick
masquerade designed to hand them world domination. I have to admit, as far
as megalomaniacal schemes went, this was one of the best.

Phoenix and I allowed them to continue, studying their team dynamic, noting
the isolation of Citizen V, Meteorite's psychological evil and sureness of
purpose, Mach-1's need to be accepted... I could go on, but both Phoenix and
I knew that the core of the team lay in Jolt, the adolescent girl that was
the only true hero amongst them.

She intrigued me. Sure she was possessed of a spectacular body for one her
age--lean, perfectly proportioned, with a neck length burst of jet-black
hair and perky, apple-sized breasts, but it was her purity of spirit that
brought out my basest urges... in addition to her untouched virgin snatch.

One evening, Phoenix and I remained in our astral bodies, watching the young
heroine frig herself off in the seeming privacy of her quarters. Each of us
took turns imbuing areas of her firm, lean body with sexual energy, just as
Phoenix had done to bring about the degradation of Silver Sable. Jolt's
codename gained new meaning as she had writhed in wanton ecstasy beneath our
phantom caresses.

We decided there and then that she would be used, violated for our
pleasures, before being left to Selene's not so tender mercies. Her
indoctrination to the real world would begin here and now. Phoenix
instinctively knew the rules-- Jolt could be taken right to the limit, but
only I would be permitted to tear through her precious hymen and possess
her. It didn't matter how powerful her convictions and mental strength
were--against my power, all virgins are easy prey.

*Leave it to me... just keep the little virgin hot before I serve up her
surprise.*

Phoenix's astral form merged with the wall, leaving me alone with the wildly
masturbating girl, her fingers strumming incessantly across her sparsely
haired little pussy, which glistened with blatant arousal. I ran my
intangible hands just across her straining nipples, bringing forth a
restrained gasp of lust, as her spare hand closed around her tit, pulling at
the erect bud before grasping her breast in its entirety, digging deeply
into the flesh.

"Oh Hallie, what are you doing?"

Jolt barely suppressed a scream, pulling up her bed sheets as Meteorite, the
Thunderbolts' second-in-command, stood framed in the doorway, wrapped in a
satin dressing gown, chuckling silently to herself.

"No...nothing!" Jolt replied, a scarlet pigment covering her cheeks as the
embarrassment of the situation struck home.

Dr. Karla Sofen strode confidently into the room, followed closely by the
astral form of my consort, who had clearly led her here. I could see her
caressing Meteorite's breasts, providing that sexual transfer of energies
which would drive her to do anything... anything to relieve the terrible
lusts of the Dark Phoenix's soul which were now polluting her mind.

"Come now, Hallie, you know you can talk to me about anything... I am a
qualified doctor you know... and a woman. I know exactly what a budding girl
of your age is going through and I want to help."

Through the shame of being caught in the act of wanton masturbation, Jolt
looked up with some element of trust in those beautiful dark eyes.

"You really want to talk to me?" she asked plaintively, her eyes moist with
tears.

Meteorite sat on the bed next to the youngest Thunderbolt and placed a
tender hand on her shoulder. The girl shivered at the touch, maybe because
my phantom fingers were slowly caressing her weeping snatch beneath the
bedclothes.

"Of course I do," the doctor replied. "I remember the rush of hormones when
I was your age. I remember last period at school, so desperate to get home,
get into my bedroom and masturbate furiously... just as you were doing..."

"I don't know what's been coming over me recently," Jolt confessed, head
held in shame. "I just feel the need to... to do it... whenever I see a man
with a woman I can't help but imagine what... it... must be like."

Phoenix continued to work Meteorite with a seemingly professional precision,
arousing every erogenous zone on her body, building her lust from a small
spark into a raging inferno. The Thunderbolt lifted Jolt to her and clasped
her close in a lingering hug. I thrust my hand into the girl's crotch and
ran my free fingers across her nipples. The poor girl let out a moan of
sexual need while in Karla's arms and the bed sheet fell down as Jolt pulled
free, afraid of more betrayal by her own body. She watched with a mixture of
fear, anticipation and arousal as she noticed Meteorite hungrily look over
her ripe, perfectly proportioned body.

"I could tell you what sex is like, if you want," offered Meteorite, her
voice husky with desire, her lusts slowly being brought to the surface.

Hallie nodded slowly, backing away slightly, as if scared by the knowledge.

"It's a remarkable feeling of intimacy, allowing another human being to hold
and touch you, to give you such unparalleled pleasures. Sex with a man can
be wonderful--gentle, passionate or savage. But only with another woman can
it be truly called 'making love'."

Karla again moved closer, propelled by a wild lunge from Dark Phoenix into
the deepest regions of her cunt, empowering her with an overwhelming lust to
lay her hands on her maturing young body.

"Please... Meteorite... this... this isn't right."

The Thunderbolt merely shrugged, her dressing gown falling from her
shoulders, exposing her large, rounded breasts to Jolt's ravenous gaze. My
hands balled up into fists, I punched through Jolt's little titties, sending
a brutal wave of coarse lust through her lithe form, manifesting itself
through her as a sudden gasp of sexual need.

Meteorite took one of Jolt's hands and ran it over her exposed breast.

"Feel it, Hallie... that's it. Run your hand over my tit, feel the hardness
of my nipple. I've got the need as well... it's last period at school and we
both need it so bad... don't we? We can help each other, little one... we
can both feel so good..."

Jolt's gaze was mesmerized on her hand as she slowly stroked Karla's tit,
marveling at the firm flesh, teasing the nipple and making it spring out,
erect with desire. She sighed and thrust her own tits forward, giving them
up to her prospective lover. Meteorite leaned forward and ran her tongue
over the edge of her breast, until she reached the nipple, whereupon she
sucked hard and started a slow, sensuous nibbling that drove Hallie crazy.

"This... can't be right..."

Jolt's feeble protests were silenced, replaced with a long moan as Meteorite
pulled the sheet away from the young virgin's legs, revealing her cute
little pussy, beginning a slow, rhythmic stroking of the vaginal slit, her
thumb flicking gently against her clitoris.

"If it feels this good, Hallie, it's got to be right."

As Karla continued massaging Jolt's squirming box, she noticed the young
girl's eyes locked on her breasts, so she moved closer, feeding her a
nipple, allowing her to bring her hands back up to those superbly defined
beauties, cooing in pleasure as Hallie kissed them tentatively then sucked
deeply. Karla responded by digging her fingers into Jolt's hot, wet,
yielding snatch, building up her pleasure before moving down. She forcefully
spread the girl's legs and, using the fingers of both hands, opened up her
virgin lips, exposing the wet pinkness to her gaze before tongue-diving into
her depths, starting a rhythm I knew would take her over the edge.

I could see the young girl get closer and closer to the climax of her first
fuck and marveled at the responses Meteorite's talented tongue brought forth
from the young girl. I yearned to hold her myself, to fuck her, to
thoroughly drain myself in her. My own desires reached a zenith as Jolt
finally climaxed, Meteorite lifting herself up from her cunt, juices
dribbling from her chin, a wicked smile of pride plastered over her dripping
face.

As Jolt came down from her high, I could see the shame return; as the
passion abated and reason prevailed, she knew that what she had experienced
was wrong.

"Please...Karla...please go... This has been a terrible mistake..."

"Come on, little one, I have the same urges as you... I want you to suck
me..."

"NO!"

Meteorite climbed up on top of Jolt, using her superior strength to pin her
down, before positioning her needy cunt over the girl's face.

"Suck it, you little tease... SUCK IT!"

Poor Jolt struggled in vain as Doctor Karla Sofen's weeping cunt descended
onto her features, seeking her mouth, expecting her questing tongue.
Meteorite hissed with rage when Hallie desperately tried to escape, shaking
her head left and right. Now enraged, and alive with both anger and desire,
Karla sought her pleasure simply by grinding her cunt roughly over Jolt's
face, reaching down to squeeze on her tits, increasing the pressure and the
pain for every second that Hallie denied her.

"Fuck yeah!" she cried as orgasm loomed closer, fuelled by the friction on
her cunt and the brutal abuse of Jolt's body -- her frustrations from
putting up with this goody two shoes for all these months finally finding a
channel for release.

I could sense it within her. Her erotic, yet brutal rotation of her hips on
Jolt's face reached a peak and she hissed her orgasm as she drenched
Hallie's face, pulling her tits up as far as she could using her pliant
young nipples alone.

"Moonstone! Stop it!"

The Thunderbolts' hulking strong man, Atlas, rushed into the room and pulled
Karla off the still-struggling Jolt, tossing the naked woman on the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, his face contorted with rage, as
Jolt simply turned over and started to cry. I could see her mouth the word
'Moonstone' and it was pretty clear that she was beginning to figure out at
last what was really going on. I almost felt pity for her. Not only had she
just been raped, everything that was of value in her life had now been
ripped away with just one word. She knew that the Thunderbolts were simply a
facade for the Masters of Evil.

"The little tease needed a good fucking," Meteorite defiantly replied, using
her powers to construct the Thunderbolt costume around her person. "She's
been asking for it for months."

All hell broke loose as Atlas and Meteorite actually came to blows. As the
other team members were roused from their slumber and sought to stop the
fighting, no one noticed a morose Jolt collecting her costume, and a long
raincoat, and leaving the building, putting her uniform on as the elevator
took her to the ground floor.

Within half an hour, she'd been taken down with a tranquilizer dart and
brought to me, unconscious. There were only mere minutes of the dosage left
when Phoenix entered the room to join me in the depredation of the young
girl. I noticed that she had altered her uniform drastically. The green-gold
color scheme remained, but the jumpsuit had been changed into a
midriff-exposing crop-top, exposing her generous cleavage. She wore no pants
or skirt. Instead, the golden sash around her hips was larger, sheer against
her perfect thighs.

"New tailor?" I inquired, eyebrow arched at the new look.

"New Phoenix," she corrected, drawing close to me and kissing me deeply, her
hand searching for my cock.

"I've been doing some research," my consort remarked, drawing back from my
hungry lips.

"Of what kind?" I wondered.

"I'm fascinated by the physical transformation powers you possess. When you
took me, it required a vast force of will to affect change. I think that we
can adapt the process, stimulating the mutagenic aspects of your semen with
my telekinetic powers."

Phoenix's line of thought excited me a great deal. The ways we used our
powers affected change mostly on a chemical and mental level--we turned our
prey into addicts for our fluids, mentally dominating them simultaneously
into sweet submission. The transformation of Jean Grey into my Phoenix
remained my crowning achievement... who could tell the limits of the
degradations we could impose if we mastered a physical metamorphosis too?

I looked down as Jolt started to stir, writhing on the bed in front of us,
her body seeking to shake off the sedative. Now I knew why Phoenix had
chosen this moment.

"You want to try out the technique on this girl?"

"Why not? After all, she's only going to whore for us at the Hellfire Club
regardless... if we do this right, Selene will have an especially tasty
little gift waiting for her."

Her dark logic was unquestionable, and I felt that surge of electric lust
course through my veins, surging through my cock. I knew that tonight it
would be more than Hallie's virginity that would be taken.

"Wh... where am I?" Jolt asked, confused by her surroundings, her mind still
lost in the drug-induced fog--a mental confusion that Phoenix quickly lifted
using only the tiniest fraction of her enviable mutant powers. "You...
you're Jean Grey... why are you dressed like that?"

Phoenix sat on the bad next to the young girl, stroking her face with the
back of her hand with an evil expression of affection that made her shy
away.

"Maybe because I know that showing a lot of flesh turns you on, sweetheart."


"How... how did you..."

"I'm a telepath, Jolt, remember? I know exactly how you teased your
team-mate into giving you what you wanted."

"No... it wasn't like that... why are you being like this--you're one of the
most celebrated heroines, you're one of my... role models."

"I'm the Phoenix, darling, and I am bound heart, body and soul to my
master," she breathed, pointing at me, as sheer dread crossed Jolt's face,
realization sledge-hammering into her soul. "Just as you will be."

I drank in her fear, not just from her cowed physical expression--I could
sense it emanating from her mind, truly my merging with the Phoenix was
becoming more evident with every passing day. I did not say a word. I merely
disrobed in front of the fear-frozen girl, allowing my erect cock to spring
to attention inches from her face.

"We've been watching for quite a while, Jolt," I told her as she flinched
away from my exposed pole. "I loved to see the way you kept the Thunderbolts
away from the temptations of evil, emphasizing their heroism, certainly the
example of purity and light. But you really had no idea what they really
were, did you? I did pity you once you discovered the truth."

"I don't want to be pitied," she snarled. "Why don't you just cut to the
chase?"

"Of course, my dear," I chuckled, aroused still further by her defiance.
"Where you are purity and light, I am decadence and darkness... and you
would be surprised at how quickly one can be changed into the other. Tonight
we're going to enslave you, change you, and rob you of your virginity. But
more than that, you're going to be turned into a whore, addicted to the
pleasuring of others... a beautiful addition to my prostitution ring at the
Hellfire Club."

Even as I told Hallie of her fate, I saw Phoenix join her on the bed,
telepathically heightening her feelings, but dampening her urge to resist
physically. She simply stared at me with a terror that I enjoyed on both the
physical and mental level. I could feel the sudden rush of sperm bloat my
scrotum, my arousal for her untouched body kicking into high gear as I
slowly walked towards her. Just as Stephanie had done with Mary Jane Watson,
I saw Phoenix lay against the back of the bed, opening her legs and pulling
the much smaller Jolt back between them until both women were sandwiched in
front of me, awaiting my pleasure.

I closed in on the virgin, reaching for the neck of her jumpsuit, pulling
the thunderflash insignia on the front apart as the costume ripped under my
hands. I continued as she whimpered at my touch, beginning to cry as I
exposed her pert little breasts.

"Let's begin here," I suggested, Phoenix nodding, as I slowly began to jack
harder on my cock, the flow of white cream turning into a spurt with each
pull. Jolt watched with a fascinated terror as I moved my spewing cock to
the valley of her little titties, closing them around the head only as I
began a slow pumping, massaging the cream I had split on my hands over her
small curves.

"A good whore loves taking it over the tits," Phoenix hotly whispered into
Jolt's ear, her hands coming around to cup her little perky assets. "But in
my experience the best sluts have got a whole lot more upstairs than you
have, sweetie."

Then it began. Phoenix closed her eyes and concentrated at she continued her
massaging of Hallie's perky little breasts. I saw the lust on her face as
she began to access the full scope of her powers, the beautiful Phoenix
energy construct slowly taking shape around her. Jolt's breasts slowly began
to gain volume, her nipples expanding, deeply arousing cleavage taking shape
between Phoenix's hands. Hallie herself looking down in horror at the bigger
mammaries she now possessed, the C-cup breasts she now had being at the
limit of their potential for one her age.

Phoenix kissed the side of the girl's head, as she bathed in her power.

"They look good enough to eat," she salivated, testing the resiliency of the
orbs in each of her hands. "But I want you to be able to cum from touching
them, just like me."

Phoenix's hands glowed and the energy figure behind her seemed to arch out
and scream as Jolt writhed in ecstasy, new orgasmic pleasure centers forming
around her nipples. After she came from Phoenix's continued groping, Jolt
slumped forwards, despair ravaging her psyche as she looked closely at the
physical transformation she had undergone.

I lifted her face by the chin, my eyes locked on her generous flesh.

"Next time your tits make me climax, you'll be cumming hard, whore," I
sneered, my cock bobbing before her face.

"Don't you feel the need, Hallie baby?" Phoenix murmured in her ear. "You've
had one experience of what his cream can do for you and you must hunger for
more."

"No... I won't... do what you want with me... I won't..."

I took her head between my hands and rubbed my spunk-dribbling cock across
her lips, sighing in need and pleasure as I felt the inevitable roughness of
her tongue against the smooth glans. The teasing was exquisite as her lips
opened, allowing the head of my cock to penetrate into her wet opening, the
tip rubbing on the roof of her mouth as I began to gently thrust into her.
Her tongue was now moving beneath my tool, exploring the texture of my prick
as I took her oral virginity.

"Suck it dry," Phoenix urged as Jolt hurriedly complied. "Suck it like the
whore you'll become for us."

Spurts of my cream now jetted into her mouth with each thrust and I began to
feel my first climax approach. I gasped as I gave her several powerful
spurts of my liquid silk, my arousal heightened still further rather than
blunted by that sensation of release. After I pulled my cock free from her
still sucking mouth, Phoenix sent a couple of fingers inside it and again I
saw that eerie glow as the Phoenix effect took shape.

"Good sucking, whore," she sneered, planting another pleasure zone on the
roof of the girl's mouth, as sensitive as her clitoris. "Now whenever you
blow your johns, you're going to feel the same ecstasy from your mouth as
they will from their cocks."

Jolt sucked wantonly on Phoenix's finger as my consort stroked it on the
girl's new oral g-spot, her eyes closed, her body now submitting entirely to
the rapture we were visiting upon her. There was only one final act required
to purge her of all her previous purity.

"Phoenix. Strip her."

She smiled as she complied to my demand, forming a telekinetic skin under
Jolt's costume and savagely expanding it, laughing with abandon as shreds of
Jolt's Thunderbolts uniform were propelled to the corners of the room. The
action shocked Hallie away from Phoenix's pleasure-giving fingers, and I saw
the return of her fear as my red-headed cock drooled pure white cum over her
thighs on its journey up to her little pussy.

"Get used to this feeling whore... I'm the first, but hundreds will follow."


I ran the bloated glans through the fine fur that surrounded her hole,
before using my fingers to pull apart her outer lips, sighing at the contact
as the tip of my cock slowly disappeared inside of her, still pumping out
its mind-warping cream. I could see the sensations of sexual joy course
through her as I dug deeper and deeper inside, flicking my hips and brutally
breaking through the membrane of her maidenhood. I saw Phoenix retreat,
allowing me to lay Hallie down on the bed as I probed deeper into her cunt.
Her splayed legs slowly gathered around my buttocks, allowing me extra
penetration as I pushed deeper still inside of her, all the time continuing
the cum-producing thrusts that were slowly driving Jolt our of her mind...
and into my servitude.

"Fuck!" I gasped between moans of gratification, feeling Phoenix's talented
tongue tease and tickle my swinging scrotum as I buried myself inside little
Hallie, pounding away inside of her while my hands were drawn to her swollen
tits, kneading and worrying the nipples, knowing full well what effect it
would have. She writhed beneath me in sexual abandon, her hips now thrusting
back at me, anxious to fill herself to brimming with my cock juice as
streams of it shot out into the too-hot clasping cunt.

Suddenly she bucked violently under me, screaming "My ass!"

Still not missing a beat as I ploughed into her, I saw the Phoenix effect
again, this time with my consort thrusting a longer finger straight into
Jolt's anus. I smiled evilly at the knowledge that as I fucked her cunt,
Phoenix was plundering her rear, again creating a new zone of orgasmic joy
for the girl. I lost it badly as I felt her finger rubbing my pillaging cock
through the connecting membranes. I could sense each individual movement as
my testicles drew themselves up and dispatched their final sticky load into
the young Jolt, the final inducement required to execute a double
orgasm--one in her ass and the other inside her gorgeous, tight pussy. She
immediately passed out, her mind awash with mind-numbing pleasures, her only
need to recapture that indescribable ecstasy by fucking whoever presented
themselves to her. It would be a life-long quest that would never end.

=====

(XVI) FANTASTIC FORNICATION

To bring about the demise of the Avengers, I would need to mass allies, of
that there was no doubt, but I truly believed that it was just a matter of
choosing the right time and preparing myself properly. Timing and a bit of
luck, that was all it would require. But now was not the time, although
fortune was clearly favoring me.

Case in point: the diamond-encrusted ring that lay on a velvet cushion in
front of me, the so-called Band of Tyr. For the last 18 months I had been
heavily financing a series of Scandinavian archaeological digs, specializing
in the recovery of lost Norse treasures. The Band was such a treasure... a
hugely important piece of history that would again make a lasting impact on
the world... but not for a while.

I replaced the artifact in my safe--knowing that it would be there for when
I needed it. My plans for the Avengers required the recruitment of two more
allies--the Band would ensure the Enchantress'... co-operation. And as for
the other required ally... well, that was the void in the plan that Mystique
would help me to fill.

In the meantime, I returned to the present, checking that everything was in
place in the basement for the magical rituals that would be performed there
in a few days time... when the beautiful Scarlet Witch would be mine, and
the take-over of the Avengers would begin.

In truth, I was killing time until my next guest arrived at the Bedford
Towers, my mind alive with anticipation at what was going to occur within
these walls within the hour. Already I felt a profound sense of triumph at
my capabilities. Even before Phoenix led Susan Richards into my domain, the
Fantastic Four were finished. Getting to grips with the Invisible Woman was
merely the icing on the cake, the final flourish on what had been an
exceptionally simple series of maneuvers that had isolated the gorgeous
bitch and left her ripe for the taking.

When I was a kid I had always nurtured a mad crush on the then Invisible
Girl. She radiated a strength of character that had me spellbound, but more
than that she possessed a body that was the stuff of a young boy's dreams...
wet dreams. My first moist morning had followed an intensely erotic dream
featuring Mrs. Richards, myself, and a seedy massage parlor.

I had spent thousands of dollars buying a very limited series of pictures of
Sue Storm from a lingerie shoot obviously taken during her college years.
Although pretty tame by today's standards, what was not shown was even more
arousing than what. The push-up bra emphasizing the curve of her tits, the
mere suggestion of a perky nipple behind a satin waist-length nightie, the
'fuck me' looks she gave the camera... and in my mind I had fucked her,
scores of times as I jerked off furiously.

It amused me to think that the Fantastic Four had fallen so easily. Despite
the Invisible Woman being the last member of the Four left at their
waterfront warehouse HQ, it had been a simple matter to convince her to pay
me a visit. I just asked Phoenix to take a trip over there, tell her that I
had information on the location of her teammates, and then bring her back.
The irony was that everything about it was true. The only falsehood was a
lie of omission; sure Sue would find out what had happened to her family...
but she'd also get a great deal more out of the bargain. It would be a long
very pleasurable evening.

The minutes crawled by, so I returned to the main lounge and just sat out
the final few minutes before Phoenix returned. My consort knew me too
well--she deliberately toned down the level of our psionic rapport, denying
me any kind of information about that which was to come, teasing me as only
she could. Our contact was limited to just a vague geographical awareness--I
knew where she was and exactly how long she'd be... the bitch was the
ultimate tease.

The entire plan had been perfectly conceived. Once Sue was in this room, it
would be child's play to power-down her cosmic-spawned capabilities.
Additionally, Phoenix and I had set up a low-level psychic field over the
area that subdued any kind of thought which would lead to violent action.
The Invisible Woman is a skilled martial artist and we had prepared for that
eventuality. Everything was perfect.

Finally the moment came, Phoenix entering the main room, Sue Richards in
tow, her gaze caught up in the elaborate trappings of my home. Both she and
my consort were dressed in smart designer casual gear but obviously my gaze
was caught up on the stunning Invisible Woman. Although not especially tall,
she was an absolute picture--her face was classically beautiful, deep blue
eyes and high cheek bones accentuating her desirability, large firm breasts
clearly prominent, standing clear from her flat stomach and shapely legs.

As with all these super bitches, she carried herself with a sense of
importance and arrogance that I found disgusting; it made me want to knock
it out of her all the more. I wondered if she had ever known fear, ever
known the feeling of complete powerlessness in the face of an unspeakable
evil. Her strength of spirit had seen her survive incredible terrors such as
Doctor Doom, but did she actually feel fear in the presence of such power?
How much confidence did super powers like hers endow her with? More to the
point, how would she feel without them, in the face of one who desired only
to fuck her?

Introductions were quickly made. I could sense that Susan was very much
preoccupied, but then that was to be expected. Ben Grimm, aka The Thing, had
left the FF headquarters five days ago and was still unaccounted for. The
Human Torch went out for dinner with a beautiful blonde-haired woman... and
never returned. Sue's beloved husband, Reed Richards, had not come home last
night for the second day running. "Concerned friend" Jean Grey had contacted
her, telling her that I had information about their location that I would be
willing to trade. And so here she was, walking into a trap simple in its
design.

"I do have information on the status of the other members of your team," I
told her earnestly. "But I don't mind telling you that there was a fair
degree of cost and risk involved in acquiring it."

"Look... just tell me where they are and how I can get to them... I don't
give a damn about the cost... the full resources of the Fantastic Four are
at your disposal."

Preoccupation gave way to frustration before my eyes. God this was going to
be good.

"Listen, Mrs Richards, I have very little interest in money as such..."

"Then what do you want? Damn it, I need answers, there could be lives at
stake!"

Frustration was now giving way to some semblance of fear, and I liked it.
Now was the time to push her to the limit.

"To be honest, Mrs. Richards, I'm very interested in the application of your
powers of invisibility. As far as I understand it, not only can you make
yourself invisible, you can also make just about anything you want disappear
too, is that the case?"

"Yes, but what in..."

"Then here's the deal," I interjected, cutting her short. "You make your
clothing invisible and I'll let you know exactly what's happened to the rest
of the FF."

Susan Richards was immensely attractive when she was angry, her eyes
narrowing, her cheeks blazing red, her teeth clenched.

"You... you must be kidding! Who do you think you are? I could beat the
information out of you, so change your attitude and talk!"

She started walking towards me, raising her fist in anger, before suddenly
collapsing, clasping her head as she wailed in excruciating agony.

"Oh that's too bad, Susan," I mocked gently. "There's a psionic field in
this room that punishes any kind of violent thought... and before you even
think about it, the only powers of invisibility you have now are the ones I
specified."

Realization dawned on her just then, even as she tried to access her awesome
super powers, her brow furrowing in concentration as every attempt to make
use of her myriad capabilities failed miserably. I felt myself throb with
lust as I saw the wind leave her sails. Her head bowed in defeat as she
began to face the inevitable.

"You... you sick pervert,"

I decided to give her some kind of choice...

"Listen, Susan," I began, my voice sounding calm and reasonable. "This
doesn't have to be like this. If you don't want the information I possess,
I'll let you leave now. Phoenix will remove certain details from your mind
and you can find your team-mates through more conventional means."

It wasn't really much of a choice at all. Susan turned to face the being
that was once Jean Grey, clearly attempting to appeal to her former friend.

"And what about you, Jean? Are you going to let him sit there and do this?"

"Uh-huh... yes, I guess I am, Sue," Phoenix replied earnestly, her hand
subconsciously stroking her breast. "I'm quite looking forward to seeing
your body myself."

"You... you aren't Jean Grey..." she stuttered, eyes wide, her mind
wondering just what had happened to her old friend. "Who... who are you?"

"Her identity is not any of your concern, Susan," I retorted quickly,
getting her back to the real crux of the matter. "The bottom line is that if
I really wanted, I could get Phoenix to telekinetically shred your clothing
right now. Now will you acquiesce to my demands?"

"Yes... okay, I'll do it... you pathetic, sick little boy."

"You really don't want to fuck with me, Susan," I replied. "At the moment,
I'm being more than reasonable compared to how I usually am."

"Let's just get on with it..."

Susan Richards had a very strong will, even after strong coercion she still
retained an element of defiance that I was determined to break, and this
first submission was a good start. When my grand endeavour had begun I would
have been content simply to tie her down and force my cock into her,
revelling in her rape before taking possession of her when I came. But I
knew now that this was not enough any more. I had to bring them down and
rebuild them in the image of my choosing.

"Take off the jacket, Susan, you won't be needing it."

She did just that, tossing the white designer jacket onto the couch next to
her. She was clad in a matching mini-skirt that emphasised her excellent
legs, and above that she wore a lacy, frilled blouse, perhaps a tad too
small as her breasts jutted out tremendously against the material. I felt
the first shots of blood course through my prick and knew that this erection
was going to be painful unless I freed my cock from my pants.

"Let's begin... I want you to make your blouse invisible, Susan," I
requested in a calm tone of voice, barely suppressing the excitement at
seeing my childhood crush forced into becoming naked before me.

She sighed visibly, closing her eyes, her blouse slowly dematerialising,
revealing a lacy, yet quite conservative bra, and a great, trim figure. For
a woman who had given birth, she looked extremely fit and most delicious. A
tent was beginning to form in my pants as my cock grew to attention. The
sight of the flesh-revealing heroine was enough to attract Phoenix, who
walked closer to our prey, standing at my side, eyes locked on the erotic
vision before us.

"Now... the skirt."

Again there was instant compliance and I watched dumbfounded as the
indicated piece of clothing slowly dematerialized. Surely she could do it
quicker... surely she couldn't be teasing us? Despite the fact that she
wearing fairly ordinary underwear and pantyhose, both Phoenix and I caught
our breath at the curves of her body, now fully exposed. I watched Susan's
face contort with disgust and hate as I slowly pulled down the zipper on my
pants, Phoenix reaching inside to pull out my bloated cock. With her first
jerk, I hissed in lust.

"Lose the hose," I demanded... again surprised at her instant compliance.

My consort's teasing masturbation continued, both of us rapt in attention as
we saw the mighty Invisible Woman gradually reveal herself in front of us. I
knew that by now my body was kicking out the imprinting pheromones that
would dull her mind of its inhibitions and actively turn her burgeoning
hatred into our favour. I felt a similar response from the beautiful Phoenix
next to me. I found her scent extremely arousing at the best of times, but
when she desired new meat, there was a different, fresh aroma to her. I was
supposed to be immune to it, but I wasn't... how on earth would Susan
respond to this will-sapping intoxication?

"Turn away from us... and now get rid of the rest..."

She did just that, head bowed in defeat, so desperate to know what had
happened to her family that she was willing to expose everything to us.
Again, the dematerialization was slow, slower than ever. The full beauty of
her toned back aroused me still further, causing precum to gather at the tip
of my cock and as it oozed down over the shaft and into Phoenix's fisting
hand. I gazed down and looked at the flare of her hips, her amazing
buttocks... the perfectly sculpted thighs.

"Show us your tits," I crudely ordered, the excitement now unmistakably
evident in my voice.

Slowly she turned around, allowing me to fully appreciate her body in all
its glory. My eyes sought out her full breasts as they came into profile,
puffy nipples clearly on display. As she faced us, I gazed down at her
trimmed blonde snatch, my mind alive with thoughts of how this excellent
specimen of womanhood would be degraded and defiled at my hands.

I delved into her mind, relishing her sensations of humiliation and
unwanted, building lusts.

"Now you tell me what's happened to my family," she spat in disgust.

I waved Phoenix away from my engorged shaft and stood up, removing my shirt,
walking towards her. As I drew nearer I saw the pain cross her face as
thoughts of violence permeated her mind. How she wanted to make me suffer
for what I had done.

"I suppose I should give you the bad news first, my dear," I began, noting
the look of fear on her features. "I'm afraid that Ben Grimm is going to
spending the foreseeable future in intensive care. You see, there's no way
that our particular methods of corruption would work on that monster, so to
begin with we sent him a few of these pictures..."

Phoenix came forward, throwing a few of the college lingerie snaps on the
coffee table in front of the Invisible Woman, deepening her shame still
further.

"They're hardly pornographic, but you wouldn't believe the number of times I
jerked off to them when I was younger..."

"Just... tell... me... about... Ben!"

"Phoenix?"

"I met with him so he could buy the complete set," Phoenix began, "just so
they wouldn't end up being published, you understand. When we met I had a
look inside his mind, and found out that he'd actually masturbated to those
pictures of you. Can you imagine that? I found his feelings of guilt and
release so intriguing, I made him experience them again... and again... and
again..."

"He's lying in an alley in a coma, if you really want to know. When you
arrived, I made sure the authorities were informed. They're taking good care
of him, but I think he'll probably be out of action for a while."

"You... you son of a bitch! Why are doing this? Haven't you got a
conscience?"

"No... no conscience. I desire you and conceived a plan to make you mine,
that's all."

"And you'll kill to do it?"

"Yes... I suppose I will. I had Cyclops murdered in order to bring about
Phoenix's enslavement... and she's never been happier."

I saw the penny drop, finally. I felt the terror in her heart as she
wondered about the fate of her husband and brother. I experienced her
powerlessness as she realised that both their fates had already been
decided.

"You've killed them all, haven't you? Just to make me vulnerable, you've
killed my family."

I threw her a lifeline.

"No... both of them are alive and healthy, currently enjoying the varied
services of the Hellfire Club, a charming establishment I recently
acquired."

"We just want to give you the happiness the master has given to me," Phoenix
chimed in, moving behind Susan and caressing her shoulders, causing a
visible flinch.

"And I'm afraid that Susan Richards is the only member of the Fantastic Four
that has to die," I added, sitting on the table in front of the stricken
heroine, slowly jerking off.

"Just as Jean Grey is truly dead," Phoenix quickly explained, leaning into
her neck and kissing her tenderly.

"What...what are you talking about?" Susan cried, confused and emotional,
shying away from Phoenix's touch, averting her gaze from the blatant sex act
taking place in front of her.

"We've done our homework, Susan. We know all about Malice, the evil version
of yourself you absorbed a while back. I understand it's a terrible
day-by-day struggle to keep her at bay. I don't know why you bother, she
strikes me as being such a nice girl."

"No!"

"We all have our dark sides, Sue," Phoenix whispered seductively, both arms
wrapped around Sue's shoulders. "You know I'm a telepath, you know I can
feel her. I sense she's turning you on to all of this right now. Let her
come out to play for a while. It'll feel so good."

I heard a loud, ripping noise. Despite nothing being out of the ordinary to
the naked eye, I knew that Phoenix was telekinetically stripping Sue of her
invisible attire, her hands moving to cup the naked breast flesh as it
became free. Our prey sighed very softly under the assault, Phoenix's other
hand slowly snaking down, over her chest, down her stomach, moving further
south until...

"NO! Stop it... please! Just tell me that my family is safe."

Phoenix and I made eye contact, our minds quickly merging, assimilating the
data on the seduction of Susan Richards' dark side, a new plan of action
taking shape within the blink of an eye.

"Let me show you right now how your brother is enjoying the free time he has
on his hands," I offered, walking over and pushing a button on the desk,
revealing a large projection screen monitor hidden behind a false wall.
"Johnny Storm's having the time of his life."

Sue turned to watch the monitor, trying desperately to ignore Phoenix's
continued arousal of her body, her questing hands seeking out every
available erogenous zone, always smooth and gentle, occasionally rough,
eliciting a sudden gasp of shock from our prey. I noticed with satisfaction
that her resistance was ebbing--no longer was she backing away from the
pleasure-giving hands that surrounded her. She didn't even notice as Phoenix
telekinetically removed her own costume, my gaze momentarily caught up in
the sudden jiggling exposure of her massive, cream-laden breasts.

Sue's attention was monopolised by the screen as it flashed into life. The
monitor was filled with the image of the White Queen reclining on an ornate
four-poster bed, sighing in pleasure, her legs spread wide as Johnny Storm,
the Human Torch, forced his tongue into her snatch, moaning incomprehensibly
into her genitals as he licked furiously at her.

"Your brother hasn't got too much in the way of brain power," I remarked
dryly. "He still doesn't realise what's happened to him."

Sue's attention never left the screen.

"What's... w-wrong with him?" she stuttered.

"Oh, not a great deal, Susan. It was relatively straightforward for a
telepath of Emma's magnitude to make the switch. I wonder how long it will
take you to figure out just what she's done to him?"

On screen, Emma pulled the Torch away from her crotch, offering her plumb
breasts to his upturned face, tits he quickly devoured.

"Come on, little brother," she urged through clenched teeth as he sucked
hard on her mammaries. "Fuck me!"

The only word he could utter, albeit repeatedly, was "yes!" as he slowly
sunk his tortured pole deep inside Emma's snatch. I awaited the moment of
realization. I didn't wait long. Emma's long, shapely legs surrounded his
thrusting buttocks, allowing him to go deeper inside of her.

"God, yes, Sue!"

"NO!" Susan screamed, tears streaming from her eyes.

"The White Queen entered his mind, Susan. She changed his perceptions. When
he sees her, he sees you."

"This isn't true, it's all a lie!"

"Come on, Sue," Phoenix continued, kissing her again. "You can't doubt
Emma's skill. It did take some hours of careful work in his mind to
cultivate his lust for you. But it was there and you're looking at its
ultimate expression."

She made Susan look back at the screen, where Emma was now on top of her
bucking lover, screwing her hips around his cock in an intensely stimulating
position--as I knew all too well. She was giving him an exceptional fuck.
Looking at the scene unfold, knowing the effect it was having on Sue, made
it all the sweeter. My jerking became more pronounced, faster, as I sought
to coax out the cream I'd been holding back for so long.

"Sue... your cunt feels so good!"

Every time she heard her brother cry out her name in lust, she visibly
shrank before my eyes, the spirit I admired so much gradually deserting her.
I jacked faster, the muscles throughout the lower half of my body tensing as
I approached orgasm, Phoenix's gaze firmly adhered to my efforts.

"I'm gonna cum, sis!"

Susan was now cradled in Phoenix's arms, every noise coming from the monitor
another lance of agony through her heart and mind. I started groaning in
lust myself, my gaze fixed upon that supine and lovely body it was my
destiny to possess.

"Give it to me on the face, sweetheart!"

"YES! Arghhh! Yes!"

"You can't take what we're going to dish out to you, baby," Phoenix
murmured. "Let Malice come out to play. Despite the tears, I can feel her
enjoying every moment of this. Give in to her."

Phoenix pulled her hair back savagely, causing poor Sue to arch back her
head in pain, her reddened eyes wide open... just as I reached orgasm,
groaning loudly as I sent arcs of cream flying across her face, just as
Johnny Storm had done to his "sister" on screen. She tried to move out of
the path of the wads of jism flying onto her, but my consort held her head
still, occasionally licking off excess cum that had ended up in her hair.
Towards the end of my climax, I noticed her tongue creeping out of her slack
mouth, tentatively tonguing at the sperm that coated those beautiful
features.

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(XVII) FANTASTIC WHORE