SUBMISSION AGENDA:

SUE'S STORY

I've had more than a few requests for follow-ups or sequels to the saga of Submission Agenda. As a treat, I decided to focus on a few short vignettes, re-tellings of the original story from the point of view of the prey. These will jump all over the story and work as stand-alone stories, offering a fresh take on the voluntary enslavement of the world's greatest heroines. In addition to seeing the Agenda from different angles, there will be a few spaces in the plot filled in as well. 

In the midst of conquering the Marvel Universe, a young mutant of perverse power sets his sights the mighty Invisible Woman, Susan Storm. As Sue's life is torn down around her, her sanity begins to slip, making it all the easier for him to convert her into a life of sexual servitude.

If anyone has any plot ideas or suggestions, please send them my way.

 All feedback is much appreciated: benchleyfan01@yahoo.com.

CHAPTER ONE

"I WANT YOU TO MAKE YOUR BLOUSE INVISIBLE."

He was a kid, a child. An everyday, average teenager - not what she would call handsome, far from impressive physically. But he was surrounded by opulence; he sat behind a broad, mahogany desk in a tall, leather-bound chair that gave him the appearance of a young prince on a throne. He wore a look of superiority she found instantly off-putting; the decorations in the room were gaudy and expensive, and Susan suspected the personal wealth he so conspicuously displayed had something to do with his importance in this matter. Information was a commodity the wealthy traded in extensively, and Susan was desperate for it now. Her whole family, her whole team had gone missing in recent days. Ben had left the FF headquarters five days ago and was still unaccounted for. Johnny went out for dinner with a beautiful blonde-haired woman… and never returned. And her beloved husband, Reed, had not come home last night for the second day running.

Now her old friend Jean Grey had come to her, claiming this mysterious... boy... had some information. She found his personal presence distasteful. Why would Jean be involved with someone like this? What was their connection? She'd heard the X-Men were going through a rough patch, but surely they didn't need financial backing from kid billionaires.... Something was fishy. Sue just wasn't sure what it was.

“I do have information on the status of the other members of your team,” the boy said after shaking her hand and leaning back in his chair. “But I don’t mind telling you that there was a fair degree of cost and risk involved in acquiring it.”

Sue shifted in her own uncomfortable seat before his desk. She was embarrassed to be brought before a kid half her age in a time of potentially dire risk. Her family's lives could be at stake, she didn't need to get the runaround from this punk. She glanced around the room, noting the huge flat-screen television on one wall. When she turned back to the kid, she gave him her best cold stare. 

“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.”

He returned her cold stare and stern reply with a slight smirk. His eyes flickered away from hers briefly, clearly regarding her body over his desk. She had the distinct feeling that this kid was sizing her up. She was suddenly aware of Jean's closeness to her as they sat in identical chairs before the boy's desk. He sat, cool and confident behind a symbol of authority while the two women were relegated to sitting before him. Susan's sense of unease grew by the second.

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

She rolled her eyes. Clearly that was true. But as his eyes darted down again over her body, and then over to Jean, Sue's stomach tightened. Despite his fine attire and extravagant surroundings, the kid was clearly in the midst of puberty. Sue was keenly aware that she had a fan following, many of them composed of young boys like this one. She was a beautiful woman, she realized that, and that meant some fans took a little too much of a liking to her. Especially in the age of the Internet. She had no time for fanboys. He better get to the point.

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

He paused, smiling pleasantly. Patronizingly. She regarded him with growing contempt, awaiting his response. A shard of fear popped up in the back of his head. Wealth meant power, and he clearly had wealth to spare. What kind of connections, she wondered again, would lead Jean Grey to affiliate herself with this stranger? Her pondering was cut short as he spoke, calmly and slowly.

"To be honest, Mrs. Storm," he said, "I'm very interested in 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?"

She rolled her eyes again. Where was this all going? Did he want her to disappear a bank or something? Did he want her to sneak him into the Pentagon to steal state secrets? What ridiculous premise was this meeting based upon?

"Yes," she replied slowly. "But what in--"

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

Susan's jaw dropped. Awkward silence filled the room as she attempted to process this outlandish request. His words repeated themselves in her head for a few moments. And then... she grew angry.

"You... you must be kidding!" Sue stammered.

He shook his head slightly. Sue turned to Jean, who was smiling pleasantly and eerily similarly to the boy. Jean was silent.

"Who do you think you are?" Sue demanded of the audacious teen. She looked him up and down. An unimpressive punk kid with a dirty mind. She felt infected by his lecherousness and rose from her seat, leaning over the desk. He locked eyes with her, clearly unafraid of her presence. Perhaps he was unaware that she was a trained martial artist. He probably just enjoyed masturbating to pictures of her online  instead of doing his homework. Well, a little background research could have saved him the trouble.

"I could beat the information out of you," she threatened him crudely, at the limits of her patience. "So change your attitude and talk!" 

She raised a fist, ready to reach out and grab his collar, when suddenly pain! A bright white lance of burning agony speared into the rear of her skull, momentarily blinding her. Her knees buckled and she collapsed onto the surface of the desk before sliding to the floor. Drool escaped her mouth as she convulsed in agony. All rational thought left her as the pain radiated in her skull before subsiding slowly. 

Sue had never felt such intense pain, even in childbirth. It was as if her brain had caught fire. She crawled back to her seat, unable to steady herself enough to climb up onto it. Feelings of rage overtook her as she looked around at Jean (still smiling pleasantly) and the boy (unmoved, as pompous-looking as ever). These feelings were quickly replaced by more sudden, searing agony. She collapsed again, letting out a helpless, primitive cry and writhing on the floor until the pain passed once again.

"Oh, that's too bad, Susan," the boy mocked her as she rose once again, steadying herself against her chair as she knelt on the soft Persian rug before his desk. "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."

In fact, Susan had not thought of it until now. Instantly her mind jumped to harness the cosmic powers she had mastered after many years. With a thought she should be able to become immaterial and flee. But no. She looked down at her quivering and quite visible hand. It was as if that part of her brain simply no longer functioned. She felt violated; this child had taken away one of her greatest gifts. It was as if she had suddenly been rendered illiterate. The scope of his power was beginning to dawn on her. 

She looked pleadingly, once again, to Jean, a powerful psychic. How complicit was she in this? Sue could barely think straight. She furrowed her brow, attempting to force invisibility upon herself, but nothing worked. She felt tears welling in her eyes as she contemplated this disaster. Such a simple trap, and like a fool she had walked right in. 

Still she could not bring herself even to stand; her legs felt like jelly and her mind ached horribly from the psychic assault she had just endured. Despite her feelings of rage against this boy, her captor, she tried not to think of mutilating him. She wished she could spawn a thousand tiny forcefields beneath his skin and then expand them, tearing him apart... 

No, Sue thought. Focus. Don't play into his game. You're a superhero, damn it. The pain faded from the edges of her mind as she found inner strength.

Sue gritted her teeth and with a supreme force of will climbed back into her chair, meeting this young degenerate with her most resolute gaze. His eyes seemed to burn into her, though, exposing her helplessness. Again his eyes drifted down, over her body. 

"You...." She faltered, face burning with embarassment. "You sick pervert."

He chuckled. She balled her fists and tried not to lash out at him.

"Listen, Susan," he began, sounding calm and reasonable in the face of these fanboy mindgames. "It 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 teammates through more conventional means."

Well, that's not much of a choice at all, Sue thought. Once again, she was struck by his cavalier nature as he discussed the violation of her mind, body, and pride. He was like a businessman, negotiating her complete humiliation. How could someone so young be so wrong in the head? For the first time she considered his offer seriously. Could she truly trade her own shame for her family's safety? 

She turned in her chair to face Jean one more time. She hoped to find compassion, sympathy, but instead only saw something like hunger in her dear friend's eyes. Her stomach turned as she regarded the fiery-haired beauty beside her.

"And what about you, Jean?" She asked, voice cracking. She cursed her own weakness. "You're just going to sit there and let him do this to me?"

Jean grinned, eyes alight with madness, and brought a hand up to caress the curve of her cleavage. Sue had noticed when they met earlier that afternoon that Jean was dressed a bit strangely; she wore a blazer and a short skirt, but she couldn't tell if the telepath was even wearing a blouse under her jacket. Her long legs and ample bosom were displayed in a provocative manner that the Invisible Woman had never seen her friend exhibit. 

Now Sue's worst fears were confirmed as Jean slowly unbuttoned her jacket and slipped her hand inside. It was now obvious that the psychic wore only lacy, red lingerie under her blazer. She cupped her right breast and sighed a little.

"Uh-huh. Yeah, I guess I am, Sue," the red-head replied earnestly, stroking herself slowly. "I'm looking forward to seeing your body myself."

Susan Storm shivered in fear as the reality of her situation finally hit her. Jean Grey, one of her closest friends and a world-class telepath, was behaving like a shameless, salacious whore. Again Sue wondered what the possible connection between her friend and the boy could be. She was starting to think she didn't want to know. Simultaneously her friend's irrational behavior and undeniably gorgeous, exposed body led Sue to regard her own appearance.

She had dressed casually, not feeling the need to bring her costume along on what she had been told would be a friendly venture. She wore a white designer jacket and a matching mini-skirt that emphasized her own legs and a lacy, frilled blouse that she now felt showed off her own cleavage far too much. She shivered again and pulled her jacket closed across her chest in a show of modesty.

"Y-you... you aren't Jean Grey..." she stuttered. "Who... who the hell are you?"

"Her identity is none of your concern, Susan," the boy across the desk retorted with authority. Jean was silent, letting the kid speak for her. "The bottom line is that if I really wanted to, I could get Phoenix to telekinetically shred your clothing right now. So choose: will you acquiesce to my demands or not?"

Sue looked back to the teenager who was challenging her. Her mind strayed to all the villains the Fantastic Four had faced throughout the years... Doom, Nihilus, Galactus... As a team, the Four had been defeated before, but they had always triumphed in the end. Now, Sue was faced with a different kind of villain. One who wanted to rob the Invisible Woman of her decency, of her pride, of her very self. 

Reed's face flashed in her mind. She had to know he was safe. Had to. She had already exhausted all her other options. Her family was missing, disappeared without a trace. This was her only hope. She began to sense she wouldn't enjoy what the boy had to tell her. For the first time, true fear gripped her. Fear of this unremarkable child.

She could handle humiliation. For Reed, she could. What was the worst that could happen? She tried not to think about the answer to that question.

"Yes," she said, head bowed in utter defeat. "Okay, I'll do it... you pathetic, sad, sick little boy."

His smile broadened into something more sinister.

"You really don't want to fuck with me, Susan," he stated matter-of-factly. "At the moment, I'm being more than reasonable compared to how I usually behave."

The absurdity of this scenario filled Susan's mind. Brought to her knees by a foe she had never met, stripped of her powers, of any chance of resistance. Pushed to the limits and now forced to abandon common decency. It had all happened so fast, it hardly seemed real. But it was. She was powerless.

Beside her, Phoenix cooed softly as she squeezed her own breasts through the lingerie. Sue felt sick.

"Let's... just get on with it," she muttered, staring at the floor, unable to meet the gaze of the boy across the desk.

"Stand up," he ordered bluntly. "And take off the jacket. You won't be needing it."

Body shaking with tremors of fear, Susan found herself obeying. She slipped off the jacket and tossed it onto a plush nearby couch. Then she simply stood awkwardly, shifting her weight from one foot to another, face still blushing hotly, eyes on the carpet. Burning with shame, she awaited an order. In the empty silence, Sue was aware of Jean removing her own blazer and tossing it onto the couch as well. 

"Let's begin," the kid said calmly. "I want you to make your blouse invisible for me."

Sue sighed deeply, closing her eyes to the world. The boy's tone reminded her of an encounter from long ago. In college, for money, she had once posed in lingerie for a photo shoot. Nothing too obscene... Pretty tame by today's standards, in fact. But it was one of the first times the young woman had embraced her sexuality so completely. It was before she met Reed, before that fateful flight that gifted her with fantastic powers. She hadn't known where her life would lead her, so she gave the photoshoot her all. She made love to the camera, bunching her tits together for the photographer. She hated the lecherous looks he gave her but obeyed his directions, losing herself in the exposure of her body. She imagined him going over the prints later, drooling over the suggestion of a perky nipple through the nightie, the creamy white of her thighs. His tone had been so much like the boy she now faced, with one big difference: back then she had been the young, impressionable one and the photographer had been her elder. Now she exposed herself willingly for a boy many years her junior. 

Again she concentrated on activating her powers, and this time they responded as they always had. She felt the slight tingle in her head that always accompanied the use of her cosmic-spawned talents, and when she opened her eyes again she looked down at her brassiere-encased breasts and flat stomach. She looked deep into her cleavage and then over at the woman she had thought was Jean Grey. Her eyes were wide, excited, her nipples protruding obscenely through the lacy material of her own lingerie. Sue wore a relatively conservative white bra... nothing fancy. She realized Phoenix looked much sexier. Something like envy blossomed in her mind, but it quickly evolved into deep shame as she looked away from Jean and into the face of the young boy. His features were contorted with intense lust, his eyes no longer meeting hers. Instead his gaze locked on her chest. If possible, she blushed deeper. She brought her arms up, covering her modesty slightly.

"No," he grunted, still not bothering to look her in the face. "Don't try to hide."

She stood in silence, posed before him, not sure what to do. Feeling depressed beyond belief, she fought back more tears. Couldn't let herself cry in front of this little shit.

"For a woman who gave birth, you look... very fit," he said, as if compliments meant anything at this point. His face was split into a sick smile.

Phoenix moved slowly to the side of the young man responsible for Sue's deep shame, standing behind the desk as he reclined in that luxurious red leather chair. As he leaned back, Sue for the first time saw his lap, his pants tenting obscenely under the stress of an obvious erection. Sue felt her lips tremble and bit down on her tongue. She glared at the boy with all the hatred and passion in her soul, but he was still not looking her in the eyes. She appealed to Jean, only to find that the crimson-maned bitch was staring exclusively at her exposed flesh as well. Without meeting her eyeline, the kid issued his next command.

"Now... the skirt."

Sickened with herself, ashamed of her weakness, Sue complied instantly. Her skirt dematerialized and revealed her underwear and pantyhose. As if in sympathy, Phoenix shimmied out of her own skirt at the same time, revealing a lacy red thong. Again, the roots of envy took hold at the back of Sue's brain. Jean was as beautiful as she'd ever been, that much was for sure. Both of her tormentors gasped slightly at the appearance of her own curves, however, and in the same moment she felt some pride at her trim figure, she hated herself anew. Still, it felt... interesting to be so obviously desired by someone. Reed was a loving husband, but married life can get boring, even when you're married to a superscientist adventurer. Reed could perform fantastically in the bedroom, but Sue would be lying to herself if she said she hadn't daydreamed occasionally of something else, something more dangerous. But not this. Never this.

Sue reacted in disgust as she watched her old friend Jean Grey lean down and find the fly of the boy's pants. Then slowly, so slowly, Phoenix pulled the zipper down. The boy raised his eyes finally and stared Sue in the face, grinning as the beautiful telepath's hand disappeared into his pants, only to withdraw a moment later with his bloated penis in its grip. Sue caught her breath at the sight of it, this physical manifestation of his perverted evil, an evil that was destroying any semblance of self-respect she held dear.

Phoenix jerked him once and the boy hissed, tilting his head back. Sue gaped at the display taking forth opposite her own humiliation, eyes darting back and forth nervously between that rigid, lengthy cock and Phoenix's admittedly magnificent lingerie-clad twin globes. So fucking sick. But so sexy...

"Lose the hose," the boy murmured as Phoenix began a slow masturbation on his shaft. Sue grimaced. Fine. If this was her fate, then she'd show these two perverts that she could tease, too. She controlled her invisibility powers, making her hosiery disappear slowly. She felt her heart sink as she saw the pleasure in the kid's eyes, but stayed fierce. She could still control her sexuality. That was all. She might be forced to put her body, her soul on display for his viewing pleasure, but she'd take whatever power she could from it. Fuck him.

This bit of lame defiance was all the mighty Invisible Woman had to hold on to. For the first time, she caught a whiff of the distinct aroma of sex. She could smell the kid's cock from here. Disgusting. She could do nothing to repel it... forced to breathe in his essence. She fought the urge to vomit. Again she felt a hot tear slide down her cheek and brushed it away swiftly. God damn it.

"Turn away from us," the boy ordered as his dick was slowly jacked by a rapt Phoenix. "And get rid of the rest."

Sue complied, turning slowly on her heels to face the door - the door she could have chosen to walk out minutes ago. She wondered, could she still leave? The thought dwelt in her mind as she slowly, so slowly, let her underwear phase into invisibility. She felt no physical change; she could still feel the silky softness of her blouse, the constriction of her bra, but she knew that the two monsters behind her now viewed her naked back and ass without impediment.

In the terrible silence, she could hear the muted sound of Phoenix's masturbation on her boy-lover's cock. It sounded wetter now, lubricated no doubt with his precoital juices. She could still smell it, stronger now than ever. It was not... an unpleasant odor. She found herself breathing deeper, inhaling that scent. 

Suddenly another command broke the silence:

"Show us your tits."

The excitement in his voice was unmistakable. Her thoughts shifted from hope of escape to a contemplation of the emotions he must have felt. What was it like to break a woman like this? For a man so young to corrupt and shame a strong woman so easily? The power it took... some part of her was impressed by him. Some small part.

She kept her eyes level as she turned back, refusing to acknowledge her nude appearance. She simply cupped her hands in front of her pussy, knowing her chest was now on display for the two of them in all its glory. The bra would make sure her tits stayed firm and high, her nipples now embarrassingly hard beneath the invisible lace.

Sue could not possibly bring herself to look at him now. Her eyes stared straightforward, the slight motion of the sex act taking place before her teasing her peripheral vision. Up and down, up and down, Phoenix's hand glided on the boy's cock. Sue gulped. She could see the cock in her mind's eye even though she refused to look at it directly. She shook the image out of her head, thinking once more of Reed. Reed, Johnny, Ben... Oh God, how would she explain this? Did they have to know? She would rather keep it a secret, would do anything to keep it a secret... Anything.

"Move your hands," the boy said, waving his arm dismissively. "Let me see your cunt, Sue."

Harsh words, cruel orders. This is what Sue's life had become. She obeyed immediately, finally looking down at her own apparent nakedness. Her full breasts, her puffy nipples, her trimmed blonde snatch. A body on display. A damn fine body, if she did say so herself. Not as tan or as voluptuous as Jean's, but Sue had pride in her curves. Now, that pride was betrayed for all time. 

Her eyes once again fell on the cock. Anything to avoid the gaze of the sick little boy responsible for all this. It glistened now, wet with a sheen of its own juices, Phoenix's masturbation picking up speed and urgency. Her eyes lingered on it for an uncomfortable moment before she realized she had obeyed that cock's owner to the word.  She had kept up her end of the bargain. Sue took a deep breath - a breath tinged by the aroma of his stiff dick - and held her head high.

"Now you tell me what's happened to my family, you bastard."

The kid waved Phoenix away from his engorged shaft and stood up, unbuttoning his shirt, walking around the desk and toward Sue. Phoenix pouted and plopped into his empty chair, watching the proceedings intently. Sue trembled, eyes jumping back and forth between the boy's cock and his face. His horrible face, consumed by lust. He wanted her. What could she do now to fight him? She was outnumbered, vulnerable, rendered literally unable to fight back. His cock jutted obscenely towards her like a spear as he removed his pants and let them fall away.

"I suppose I should give you the bad news first, my dear," he began, still looking her body up and down. He stood facing her, inches away. The cock was all that stood between them, coming so close but not touching the fabric of her skirt. She looked into the dark eyes of her torturer, then down at his shaft, which pointed at her like a dagger. She watched a single bead of pre-cum escape from the tip and fall to the floor. She looked back into his eyes and he smiled sweetly. When he spoke, she could smell his breath. And at this distance, she could smell his cock stronger than ever. She was used to it now, breathing his musk.

"I'm afraid Ben Grimm is going to spend the foreseeable future in intensive care," he stated plainly. "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 took her cue and stood up from the chair, producing a few photo sheets from a drawer and throwing them on the desktop. The kid stood aside so Sue could get a good look at them. She stepped forward hesitantly, then gasped. They were the same college lingerie shots she had just been thinking of. She stared at her younger self, innocent and pure. So young, but in control of her sexuality. Now she was degraded, forced to expose herself. She lost herself in her own deep blue eyes.

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

Sue whipped to face him, only to see him eyeing her hips and ass while stroking his cock. She lost yet another battle she'd been fighting and tears sprung from her eyes, staining mascara down her cheeks. She spoke through gritted teeth to avoid breaking into sobs.

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

The boy smiled so sweetly again, and turned away from her.

"Phoenix?"

"I met with him so he could buy the complete set," Jean 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 he'd actually masturbated to those pictures of you. Can you imagine that?"

Fresh tears. Sue was breaking, she could feel it. She slumped into one of those uncomfortable chairs. The boy stood by her shoulder, his cock level with her face. She turned away from it and wiped the tears from her face as Phoenix continued. Lies, lies, these had to be lies. And yet... she had always sensed Ben's attraction to her. Sensed it and ignored it. She had never reciprocated the feelings she knew he had. How could she? And now... somehow they had turned that unspoken bond into a weapon against her.

"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," the boy said, walking forward to pick up one of the sexier photos from the desk. "When you arrived here in my home, 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."

Sue was shaking violently.

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

The kid's demeanor changed from playful to deadly serious. He put the photo down and sat against the edge of his desk, erection still proudly on display.

"No," he growled. "No conscience. I desire you, Susan, and I conceived a plan to make you mine. That's all."

"And you'll kill to do it?" Sue nearly shrieked through tears.

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

Sue was struck speechless. Her jaw hung open as her eyes went from this inconspicuous but abominable young man and the smiling, nodding face of one of the bravest heroines she'd ever known. When a long moment of silence had passed, Sue spoke calmly, resignation and defeat in her voice.

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

The kid shook his head and a glimmer of hope shone in Sue's heart.

"No," he said. "Both Reed and Johnny 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 me," Phoenix chimed in, walking forward to disappear behind Susan's back. Sue fidgeted nervously, now surrounded. So casually, Jean referred to this 'Master'... Was it the boy who stood before her? Sue gulped and eyed his erection again. Most likely.

"And I'm afraid that Susan Storm is the only member of the Fantastic Four that has to die today," the boy claimed, continuing a slow masturbation, toying with his rock-hard spear as he spelled her fate. Sue began to panic and stood from her seat, ready to flee at a moment's notice, until she felt the soft lips of the Phoenix touch the nape of her neck. 

"Just as Jean Grey is truly dead," Phoenix said, kissing Sue repeatedly, caressing her shoulders. 

"What... what... w-w-what are you talking about?" Sue stammered, a mixture of emotions running through her. Fear, panic, shame... and an undeniable arousal that took hold of her every time she laid eyes on that boy's cock. She could not deny it now. She found the scent... intoxicating. She was beginning to feel a bit drunk, unsure what to do. Phoenix's lips felt good on her neck. She knew that. She resisted meekly, but the psychic held her firmly. 

"We've done our homework, Susan," the boy said, still jerking. Sue watched his thumb and forefinger rub the head of his dick. He kept a straight face and his eyes locked on hers even as he worked his shaft. "We know all about Malice, the evil version of yourself you absorbed a while back. I understand it's a terrible day-to-day struggle to keep her at bay. I don't know why you bother - she strikes me as being such a nice girl."

The words he spoke were true. Malice was a manifestation of Sue's dark urges, an amplification of her negative emotions, a corruption of everything she fought against as a supposed heroine. To be possessed by those urges, ruled by them, went against everything she believed in. With all of Sue's power and none of her restraint, Malice was a terrifying concept. She had fought hard to keep that side of her personality suppressed, but she could never fully be eradicated. Deep fear manifested in Sue's heart as this boy-master's plans came into the light. Phoenix kissed her neck. It felt good. Nipples stiff, she began to find the invisible clothing she still wore unnecessarily itchy. Subconsciously, she wished it would truly disappear.

"We all have our dark sides, Sue," Phoenix whispered seductively into her ear before nibbling on the Invisible Woman's earlobe, arms wrapped around her 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."

Just as Sue began to worry that if her pussy became wet, the boy before her would be able to see it, she heard a loud ripping noise and felt the sudden rush of cold air on her body. She felt cloth slide over her skin and realized Phoenix had telekinetically shredded her blouse, skirt, hose, panties, and bra. She was finally truly naked. She cowered before the masturbating boy as if he could see something he couldn't before. As if he could see into her.

Phoenix's hands moved swiftly to cup Sue's naked breast flesh. Her fingers were warm, confident, and gentle. Susan could not help but sigh aloud. It felt good. God help her, it felt good to be touched... One hand left her breast and slowly snaked down, over her chest, down her flat stomach, moving further south until...

"NO!" Sue cried, shrugging Phoenix away and stumbling to the side to avoid being touched on her... her... cunt. More than being afraid of being molested, she was now keenly afraid that she might like it, no matter how insane that sounded. Again she had the vivid feeling that she had walked into some terrible nightmare. Her very sanity seemed to be slipping out of her grasp. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard a voice. It was so like her own, and yet so alien. Deeper, more seductive. It was the voice of Malice.

"Yes," it said. "Yessss."

"No," Sue said out loud. "Please, just stop it! Please... just... just tell me that my family is safe."

The boy smiled wider every time she uttered the word 'please.'  He made brief eye contact with Phoenix, the woman who had called him 'Master,' then left his perch on the edge of the desk and walked, still bare naked, to withdraw a remote control from a desk drawer. 

"Let me show you right now how your brother is enjoying the free time he has on his hands," he offered, aiming the remote at the large flat screen Sue had noted upon entering this place of sin. "Johnny Storm's having the time of his life."

Sue stood dumbly and watched as the screen lit up, failing to resist as Phoenix once again encircled her with her arms. Sue felt rock-hard nipples poking into her bare back and realized the bitch must have removed her own lingerie at long last. Phoenix pressed her hips against Sue's ass and the Invisible Woman felt the tickle of Jean's pubic hair against her own full, round buttocks.

The screen blinked to life. What new horror awaited her?

Sue immediately recognized the image presented on the screen as pornographic. It was a porn video, and slowly she realized she recognized the participants. She recognized him first, even from behind, as well as the incomprehensible moans emanating from speakers around the room. It was his voice. Johnny Storm. Her brother. 

Johnny's face was pressed into the juncture of the legs of a beautiful blonde woman who reclined on an ornate four-bed. She sighed in pleasure, long legs spread wide as Johnny shoved his tongue into her snatch. Her own moans matched his as he licked her furiously. 

Slowly she began to realize who that blonde woman was. She had not recognized the bitch when she arrived to take Johnny as a date a few nights before, but the intense stress imposed on Sue now, combined with the disturbing trauma of being molested by her longtime friend, led her to recognize Emma Frost, also of the X-Men. They had never met, but Sue kept herself apprised of the X-Men's ranks. One of Jean Grey's comrades, herself a powerful psychic. What terrible fate had befallen her, as well?

As if reading her mind, the boy spoke up from beside Sue. He was standing at a comfortable distance, but his cock still presented a tangible threat to Sue's safety. Phoenix caressed and massaged her bare shoulders... it helped her nerves. But not much.

"Emma Frost," the boy said. "White Queen of the Hellfire Club. Incidentally, she was the first of you superheroine sluts I bent to my will."

Sue was unable to take her eyes off the screen, but his words stung her. To hear him speak so casually of breaking these women... 

"How many? How many of us have you turned?" she asked distractedly.

"It doesn't matter," he replied. Then, changing the subject: "Your brother hasn't got too much in the way of brain power. He still doesn't realize what's happened to him."

Sue's mind drifted back to a time when both she and Johnny were kids. He was a few years younger than Sue... She'd helped him grow, defended him in school... She never, ever, ever imagined their lives would lead here. How the hell could she?

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

"Oh, not a great deal, Susan. It was relatively sraightforward 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?"

Phoenix's hands strayed down over Sue's hips, squeezing her ass, then coming up to cup her breasts once more, dancing over her nipples delicately. Teasing her.

On screen, Emma pulled the Human Torch away from her crotch and offered her plump breasts to his upturned face, tits he quickly devoured. Sue found herself glancing down at her own chest, being rubbed persistently by Jean. Were her tits bigger than Emma's? Was she... sexier than Emma? Why were these thoughts even occurring to her?

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

Sue did a double take. She'd been distracted. What did Emma...

"Wait, what did she say?" Sue asked of her captors. Neither of them responded. The boy simply stood before her, still jerking off.

The only word Johnny uttered, albeit repeatedly, was "Yes!" as he slowly sank his tortured pole deep into Emma's snatch, face buried in the canyon of her cleavage. He bit, pulled, sucked on them. Squeezed them just as Sue's were being squeezed now. Sue could do nothing to resist anymore. Phoenix's hands strayed over her body at will.

Emma's long, shapely legs surrounded Johnny's thrusting buttocks at the center of the screen, allowing him to sink deeper inside her. 

"God, yes, Sue!" he exclaimed.

"NO!" Susan screamed. Tears erupted from her eyes once again as her world broke apart. He couldn't have... couldn't have said... Phoenix's hands were on her. They felt good.

"The White Queen entered his mind, Susan," the boy said, advancing now. Still jerking. "She changed his perceptions. When he sees her, he sees you. When he's fucking her, he's fucking you."

Sue's body was wracked with sobs as her mind broke down. She could barely comprehend the words she was hearing. This was so wrong, so impossible. This simply couldn't be happening.

"Yessss," hissed the voice of Malice in the back of Sue's head, stronger now. "You like it."

"NO!" Sue cried again. "This isn't true, it's all a lie!"

"C'mon, Sue," Phoenix said over the sound of Johnny screaming his sister's name repeatedly. Emma bucked and gasped with his thrusts, moaning like a whore. "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 definitely there. And now you're looking at its ultimate expression."

Phoenix's hands left Sue's malleable, soft tits and guided her head to face the screen once again. The kid was close now. Too close. She could still smell that cock. Smell it. She wanted to taste it. She wanted...

"Ssssuck his cock," said the voice of Malice. "Whore. Slut. Susan the slut."

Sue cried deeply, tears running freely from her red eyes, eyes that were glued to the screen as Emma took control of the lovemaking, flipping on top of her lover, screwing her hips around his cock in a gyrating motion. She was fucking him so well. Could Sue have ever fucked him that well? The thoughts flooding through her head were no longer her own, Sue realized. Her confidence, her strength, her self-assurance were gone. Evaporated. Her dignity, gone. She was humiliated. Defeated.

The boy's jerking became more pronounced, faster. He was so close now. Oh God. Oh no. Oh yes.

"Sue," Johnny cried. "Your cunt feels... so good!"

Every time she heard her brother cry out her name in lust, Sue shrank, knees once again buckling. Phoenix alone supported her now, holding her up. 

"I'm gonna cum, sis!" Johnny howled.

Susan was now cradled in Phoenix's arms, every noise coming from the monitor another lance of agony through her heart and mind. The boy started groaning in lust himself, but Sue could not take her eyes off the screen, where the film that had destroyed her played out to the end.

Johnny pulled out of Emma suddenly, then grabbed her by her long mane of blonde hair and pulled her off the bed. She fell to her knees and looked up with crazed eyes.

"Give it to me on the face, sweetheart," she moaned. "Gimme that jizz, baby brother!"

"YES!" Johnny growled. "Arghhh! Yes!"

"You can't take what were going to dish out to you, baby," Phoenix murmured as a close-up showed Johnny's cream flying over Emma's beautiful features. Her younger brother. They had broken his mind so easily. Now it was Sue's turn.

"Look at it, isn't it good?" Malice asked from somewhere deep in her subconscious. Malice was rising. Becoming stronger. Hungrier. Hornier.

"Let Malice come out to play," Phoenix continued. "Despite the tears, I can feel her enjoying every moment of this. Give in to her."

Sue was speechless and weak as a baby, eyes still locked on the screen as the video reached its end. It paused on the final frame as Emma, face painted in cum, came up to tongue the underside of Johnny's glans. Phoenix let Sue go and she collapsed to her knees. One hand still locked on his dick, the boy reached down and savagely grasped Susan by the hair just as Johnny had grasped Emma, then pulled her head level with his penis.

Sue's eyes refocused and she screamed in fear. The boy above her sneered amusedly at the sound of her shriek, and then he grunted and she felt him grip her tighter. Realizing what was coming, Sue scrambled to get away but Phoenix fell to her knees behind her, blocking her escape. 

"Nuh! Nuh nuh no!" Sue cried, helplessly trying to flee, just as she should have at the outset, but it was far too late now. The boy let her go and watched amusedly as she pushed backwards into Jean's soft body in a futile effort to escape. He focused on masturbating furiously, his cock taking up all her vision. Phoenix grasped Sue's hair and pulled it back hard, causing her to arch her neck in pain, her reddened eyes wide open. Still she struggled.

The kid reared back and slapped her, hard, twice, across the face, shocking her into silence, and then he groaned loudly as a thick jet of white-hot semen blasted straight into Sue's face. He stepped back, howling at the ceiling as he sent heavy arcs of cream flying across her face. Phoenix held Sue's head still, and the Invisible Woman could feel her licking off the excess sperm that ended up in her hair. He laughed maniacally as the facial continued.

"Fuckin' hell!" he exclaimed, waving his dick like a wand, rapid-fire pulses of cum blasting onto her blushing face.

It didn't seem to stop... The orgasm lasted much longer than Johnny's had on screen and produced a great deal more cum. More cum than she'd ever...

It splattered into her eyes, blinding her. All she had left was the physical sensation of ropes lining her face, pulsing up her nose, painting more lines over her forehead and cheeks, dripping down her chin and onto her naked tits. 

She was surrounded by a cacophony of orgasmic noise: her brother's cries of joy echoing in her head along with Malice's jeers, Phoenix laughing, her old friend's boy-Master groaning and cursing loudly, and Sue's own frantic sobs filling the air. She opened her eyes, cum blurring her vision, and knelt complacently as the final thick, triumphant spurts shot into her own slack mouth.  

The sudden surprise of jism making its way over her tongue led Sue to swallow, and the realization dawned that the cum tasted... good. Not good, great. Sweet. Heavenly. Unbelievable.

"Yessss, taste it, isn't it good?" Malice cackled from somewhere in the darkness, and at long last, Sue gave in. Her tongue crept out and began to lick the heavy cream off her full, pink lips. Phoenix leaned in and licked her cheek sloppily, greedily collecting more of the cum for herself. Sue found she was unconsciously moaning as she swallowed more, even as her mascara-stained tears mixed with the delicious fluid. 

Oh, God, she thought. What have I become?

TO BE CONTINUED