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 TWO

"THE PERFECT BODY FOR THE ULTIMATE WHORE."

The first thing Sue saw after wiping the cum out of her eyes and feasting on it was the boy who had just coated her standing, victorious, over her huddled form.

Carefully, the Invisible Woman gathered the loads of cum left on her face, then dutifully ate it, sniffling her tears away as she devoured the cream. 

The taste was unlike anything she'd ever experienced... Sickly sweet yet salty, defying description. It seemed to warm her from the inside, numbing her slowly like alcohol. And the more she ate, the more she desired. So it was with some shameful disappointment that she scooped the last bit off her cheek and onto her fingers, then into her mouth. She sucked hungrily, moaning involuntarily.

"How goes the battle, Sue?" the boy inquired, his cock still rock-hard as he watched her accept his juices with a crazed smirk on his young face. She could tell from the look in his eyes that he knew exactly what she was going through. After all, she knew she was not his first. How many women had he broken in this manner? Strong, confident women reduced to sluts? Her mind drifted to Emma Frost, the woman she had seen on screen. An alpha-class mutant with a reputation for independence, serving the schemes of this young boy with her body and mind. The X-Men had only recently been having troubles, but she hadn't realized it was this serious. How many of their ranks had joined the boy-Master's cause?

A sharp voice interrupted her contemplation. The kid stepped forward, raising a hand menacingly.

"I said, how does Malice feel to you now, slut?"

Sue considered cursing him but decided it was unwise to show such disrespect at this point. She didn't want to be punished again. Or did she? She shook that thought from her head, but then noticed a single final drop of the thick white cream exiting the end of his prick and dropping to the floor. Wasted. Sue realized something was going horribly wrong in her mind. This thought shouldn't have ever occurred to her.

"It's becoming stronger," she finally admitted, her eyes closing as she felt a mild euphoria take her over. "God, your cum is good shit... I feel so... dirty..."

The boy chuckled as she struggled to find the words to describe her predicament and the myriad emotions flowing through her. She felt... drunk. She was dull to sensation, as if under the influence of a heavy anaesthetic; everything felt pleasant and warm. Her inhibitions were likewise dulled. A mist of lust had descended over her that was now impossible to ignore. She hungered for the dick which had just spit its load upon her. It was an abhorrent, shameful emotion, but it was also painfully clear to her. The words of Malice, which resounded in her skull louder and louder, were becoming more appealing.

"Whore," Malice intoned. "Whore. Whore. Whore..."

She was keenly aware of Phoenix's soft, soft breasts behind her. She rested upon them like pillows, the two hard nipples prodding and tickling her back.

Most of all, Sue felt a deep, insatiable hunger for orgasm. She needed release. The lust was building and she was slowly realizing she would have to surrender to it in order to keep her sanity. That is, whatever sanity she had left. A deep tide of guilt washed over her as she remembered that she still didn't know the fate of her husband. She was  a superheroine, damn it, a symbol of virtue! She had come into this nightmare to find Reed's whereabouts and instead... Instead she had just stripped naked and let some goddamn teenager hose her face and tits!

This thought shocked her into a dark realization: Her tits... Some of the cum had dropped onto her tits! She had only scooped up the jism on her face, not the few droplets on her breastflesh. Swiftly she looked down, scooped up these dregs from her bosom and sent them tonsil-bound, again sighing contentedly as she did so. She looked up, ashamed, as the boy watched her.

"Mmmmtell me about Reed," she pleaded, smacking her lips. "I want to know."

The boy sighed, as if disappointed that her capitulation was not total enough. 

"I'll show you exactly what your husband is up to," he told her. "But I'm going to need a lot more persuading, you know."

Sue moved forward onto all fours, kneeling before him.

"God damn you," she growled, staring up past his cock. "I want to know... I've got to know... I'll do anything..."

Those last words escaped her lips before she knew she meant them, and the boy raised an eyebrow amusedly.

"Anything?"

Sue shivered. How far she had fallen. How quickly. How long had it been since she first arrived here, since she met this arrogant punk? It seemed like a lifetime ago. It had been maybe half an hour.

"I'll let you fuck me if you want," she said, knowing it was the truth. She needed orgasm. More than anything, she craved it... Perhaps the only thing she craved more was another load of that heavenly cum. Malice was strong in her head now, laughing nearly constantly at Sue's miraculous capitulation. The Invisible Woman fought down her shame, never letting her eye contact waver with the kid Phoenix called Master.

"I'm not going to fuck you, Sue," he said, and she slumped, disappointed. "Not yet. But I think Phoneix wants to play with you. Do what she says to the letter and we'll let you in on everything you need to know."

Sue turned, regarding the sexual creature that had replaced her friend Jean Grey. Phoenix had her legs spread and was idly playing with her pussy, eyes locked on her Master's cock. 

Susan Storm had never been with another woman before. Never experimented in college, never harbored more than a passing lesbian thought. She swallowed apprehensively but Phoenix merely smiled before lunging forward and pinning the blonde bitch to the floor, locking lips and thrusting her tongue into Sue's mouth in one motion. Sue yelped and surrendered as Phoenix moaned into her. She could taste cum on the fiery red-head's breath and feel Phoenix's heavy breasts weighing down on her own.

As Sue's slender form was dominated by the luxuriant, curvaceous voluptuous body of the Phoenix, she chanced a look up at the kid, standing proudly over the pair and beginning another round of slow masturbation. Did he ever stick that beautiful cock into anybody, or does he just stand around pulling it? 

The crudeness of this thought struck Sue and she found herself wondering if it was her own mind or Malice's formulating these questions, these desires. Then all real thought left her as she let herself be lost in the sloppy, sweet kisses of the Phoenix. 

Sue began to feel a pressure on her mind. From experience she knew the feeling of telepathy; Phoenix was forcing herself into Susan's consciousness. Sue had no protection. As psychic feelers teased her and drew Malice out even more, she could do nothing but go with the flow. Was she really the same Susan Storm that had walked into this trap? Or had the kid's cum changed her? She felt different, felt more carefree... Letting go was a relief.

Phoenix's hands were everywhere, at once massaging Sue's back, before moving down to caress her buttocks lightly, then insistently digging deep into the cleft of her ass cheeks, fingers seeking out her untouched anus. 

Sue woke from her stupor and tried to squirm out of Phoenix's grasp as a fingernail rimmed her sensitive asshole.

"Don't... don't... t-touch me there!"

As if she had any boundaries left. Malice chuckled lightly. Sue was losing her mind.

Phoenix just smiled that same sweet smile before pinning Sue's arms to the side to prove her weakness. Sue struggled, but it was more for show than anything. She didn't want Jean to know just how ready she was to submit. But she had a feeling the telepath was already quite aware.

"Deny me again and I... will... hurt... you," Phoenix threatened, before rising to her feet. She looked like a goddess... Buoyant, full breasts, flaring hips, washboard stomach... mile-long legs... Her face a thing of absolute beauty. Long, dark lashes, radiant green eyes, that long mane of flaming hair like a halo... Her pouting, full, red lips glistened... Sue was transfixed. As Phoenix turned and strode to the nearby couch, the Invisible Woman simply watched her wide, round ass swaying from side to side. 

Phoenix plopped herself down on the couch and turned, facing Sue with all her beauty.

"Now come here, slut," she spat. "I want you to feel my breasts."

Sue hesitated, fazed by her intimidating tone. She looked to the boy for guidance, unsure what to do. 

"Go to her, Sue," the boy smiled. "You know what to do."

As if in a trance, Sue crawled purposefully to the couch then rose up on her knees, face level with Phoenix's pendulous breasts. They were so gorgeous... And they promised pleasure for Sue. That was all that mattered anymore.

Tentatively, Sue reached out with both hands, seeking out one of Jean's massive tits, marveling as they seemed to expand under her caresses. Phoenix bit her bottom lip and nodded, growing visibly hotter.

"Harder, slut... Do it faster," she hissed. "Pinch my fucking nipples..."

Sue was mesmerized, lost in the titflesh, in the body of this goddess. So she followed her orders yet again, increasing her speed, digging deep into the firm flesh with her thumbs, pinching down hard on the swollen, red-raw nipples. Phoenix gasped and squirmed and Sue took it as a sign of a job well done. She squeezed and pulled as if masturbating a cock and looked over to make eye contact with the teen. He smiled at the look of despair and defeat on her face and stroked his cock in sympathy. How she hungered. She was losing herself, she knew that now. Fuck it. Losing it? She was lost.

Cream began to gather at the ends of Phoenix's nipples and Sue caught her breath before dipping down, instinctively scooping up the proffered drops with her tongue. She tasted Phoenix's milk and moaned. Just as sweet as the boy's cum. 

"Good girl," Phoenix complimented. "Yessss... Now stroke it... Fucking do it... Fucking stroke it hard!"

Some lost memory came to Susan and she thought of her own mother's breasts, knew that though she couldn't remember it she must have nursed on them, suckled. Her mother had excellent breasts; she had inherited her hourglass figure from her dear, sweet mommy. Sue felt as if she could see her whole life at that moment - from childhood to her teen years, her first experiments with sex... Posing for those lingerie shots in college... meeting Reed... That fateful space flight that had made her life so unusual. And all of that had led her here, to this place at this moment. 

Like a baby, Sue innocently lowered her mouth to Phoenix's right tit, surrounding the nipple with her lips and teeth, tonguing it, eyes closed, not caring anymore. Still she stroked it, moving both her hands around the one breast, developing a rhythm as she pulled the flesh, then stroked back. So much like jerking a cock... Milk dribbled into her mouth and she drank it without question, so much that it began to leak from either side of her mouth, dripping profusely down the heavy tit, smearing over Susan's hands as she upped the tempo.

"Fuck, that's it," Phoenix encouraged her. "Fuck yes. God... God... Ohhhhh..."

As Sue viciously pumped on the breast, Phoenix screamed in release, thrusting her torso forward, yanking Susan's head backward by her hair, clamped lips slipping off her nipple. Phoenix aimed that nipple at her face, hosing Sue down with the precious milk. Sue took the fluid over her features face like a natural then dove onto the other leaking tit, sucking for all her worth, lost in deep memory, a babe nursing on its mother for lifemilk. Her life was a cycle; it had led her back here. She forced Phoenix through another violent orgasm, milking the bitch's tit like a cow's udder, thrilling at the sensation, at the feeling of control. Bringing pleasure to another living being, submitting to that pleasure... Drinking deeply from this dark goddess...

"You're going to be so... good," Phoenix gasped as her second climax subsided, holding the drenched Invisible Woman to her tit. "So fucking good."

Sue rested a cheek on the expansive breast flesh, flicking a nipple with her tongue before sucking deeply, drawing out the dregs. She had taken Phoenix to heights of pleasure and drunk deeply of that heavenly cream, but Sue burned more than ever for her own release. She needed it, needed to feel...

She disengaged and reclined, leaning against the couch, catching her own breath, enjoying the feeling of the viscous milk cascading down the sides of her face. Phoenix leaned down and licked some off, then collapsed in exhaustion herself, head resting in Sue's cleavage. 

"I've got to cum," Susan murmured, and it was as if some other voice was speaking through her. She felt she no longer had true control of her body; her actions were spurred by desire alone, and the dark urges of her alter ego, Malice. There was no telling now where Sue ended and her shadow began. Somewhere, in the back of her head, a part of her wept for her swift and simple debasement. She hadn't even put up a fight. She had fallen right into this honey trap and felt now that she might never escape. And she didn't fucking care.

"I need it in my cunt," she whined to the boy-master now standing over her. "God, I... I fucking need it!"

The kid smirked, fondled his swollen balls. Sue watched the veins pulse along the length of his penis.

"That's fine, Susan. I'll give you the most incredible climax you've ever experienced, if that's what you want. I'll fill your cunt to overflowing with my cream, I'll make you feel better... dirtier... than you've ever felt. Or... you can see your husband. It's either one of the other."

Reed's face flashed before her eyes again. His slow smile, his dark brown eyes. The gray hair at his temples. She loved that man. Didn't she?

Malice didn't give a flying fuck about Reed Richards. She just wanted cock, wanted it deep in her pussy, wanted to feel it spurt the life-altering cum inside her, wanted to dominate the form of Sue Storm now and forever. She sensed her opportunity to seize control of this bitch's body now and forever.

But Sue had come this far for the sake of Reed. For her family. That was what mattered. She loved him. She wanted to know he was alright, more than she wanted that... that fucking cock... in her...

"Malice wants to fuck. Malice likes to fuck," said the voice in her head.

Fresh tears streamed from Sue's eyes as she looked up at the boy.

"Show me my husband."

Once again, he sighed, but then raised the remote control in one hand, cock in the other. 

"Okay, Susan, you've earned it."

"Fuck you," screamed the voice of Malice, but Susan kept it at bay. For now, at least.

Phoenix gently pulled the Invisible Woman back onto the couch with her, Sue accepting the intimate caresses over her breasts, down her stomach, across the downy hair on her pussy. They turned toward the screen as Phoenix licked the remnants of her own breastmilk off Sue's face.

"Reed Richards was invited to the Hellfire Club two days ago," the kid began. "We've noticed that since discovering your son is a mutant, Richards has taken quite an interest in the global mutant phenomena... as he should. How was your husband to know that he was in fact walking into a trap?"

Sue began to cry anew as she was reminded of her son Franklin. How could she ever face him again, knowing what she had done? How could she return to normal life after all this degradation and pleasure? A simple answer presented itself in the back of her mind: She couldn't. She wouldn't. She would never see him again.

The boy-master pressed a button and the screen lit up, showing Reed clamped down on an operating table, quite naked, a pained look of resistance on his face. Behind him stood Emma Frost, her own face straining in concentration, hands locked onto his temples. A woman Sue recognized as Betsy Braddock, the X-Men's Psylocke, was carefully pulling on Reed's elastic cock, her mouth dancing around it, stretching it between her fingers, moaning around the base of it.

"Haha, look at him," chided Malice. "Fucker gets what he deserves. Ha!"

Tears flowed freely as Sue watched her husband being tortured. Instead of feeling total despair and sympathy, she felt undeniable and near total arousal.

"What you're seeing are two of the world's most powerful telepaths polluting his mind. Psylocke is stimulating his body both mentally and physically, driving him ever closer to climax, but denying him the final release... The White Queen is forcing certain... images... into his mind."

"What is the blonde whore doing?" Susan asked, remembering that image of Emma's cum-decorated features licking once more on her brother's cock. She bet she could suck cock better than that fucking bitch...

“There are some quite unpleasant things happening in the Hellfire Club. There are many men there with disgusting perversions. The reason they go there is because the club’s whores will do anything to service their clients. Many of these whores, you understand, are former heroines like yourself. Emma is simply sifting through the clients' memories, pulling out the most heinous abuse the whores have been given, pumping all of this into Reed’s mind. He’s only feeling what those men feel, not the pain or the humiliation the girls endure – just the thrill of absolute possession, the thundering orgasms of total control over willing, suffering young meat.”

Susan wept, holding her head in her hands. She wept out of pain and desire... She wanted that orgasm. Wanted control. Wanted to escape and never look back. And all of these emotions mixed together as she watched the man she loved slowly robbed of his great integrity.

“If it’s any consolation, Emma told me that his resistance was quite unlike anything she’d ever come across before. His love for you was his only defense… but up against the powers of those two women, he never really stood a chance."

"No," Sue repeated again and again, sobbing into her hands. "No..."

"This is what love gets you," Malice cackled. "This is what chastity earns you, slut. You get what you have coming. Whore. Fucking whore!"

"Watch this," the boy-master grinned, pressing another button to cue a new scene. At the same time he stepped forward, propping a leg up on the couch, grasping Susan by the hair once more and pulling her face towards his protruding member. Sue's mouth was open, she was ready, she didn't care what was on the screen anymore, she just wanted to taste him again... But he stopped her short of reaching his erect phallus and instead jerked her head to the side, forcing her to watch the proceedings. She struggled to turn back, her tongue leaving her mouth, stretching for his cockhead... 

He slapped her again, stunning her.

"I said watch, whore," he snarled. "Watch what the man you love becomes. The young mutant Jubilee recently ‘joined’ the club and your husband was her first man. We’d given her some psionic treatment, deadening her mind to the upcoming trauma, and I think she’s going to need it.”

The room hadn’t changed but the brilliant scientist was still securely strapped down, alone. The White Queen paraded the lithe young form of Jubilation Lee into the room, clearly against her will. The young girl was quite naked, apart from a revealing see-through teddy. Emma left the room laughing, and then she must have allowed Reed full control of his amazing elastic body.

Poor little Jubilee didn’t have a hope in hell of resistance as Reed's powers returned, instantly allowing him to flow like mercury through the clamps, his body arching towards the young girl. His flesh was like a vast blanket, reaching out over the distance between them, his body taking the form of giant hands which clasped Jubilee tightly, denying her any kind of escape. Within seconds the majority of his mass was flowing around her body.

"Stop it! No!" Jubilee screamed almost constantly, eyes shut tight in despair. That familiar mix of disgust and arousal was strong now in Sue, her head thundering with conflict.

Malice only laughed.

The look on her husband's face was somewhat different, the expression one of pure lust, the desire to procreate warped and twisted into an urge that couldn't be ignored. He didn't say a word. Instead he concentrated on his actions, quickly using his pliable body to rip off the small lacy lingerie that protected Jubliee's body from its inevitable destiny.

Reed Richards' body returned to a semblance of humanity as he allowed his erect cock to pop into view, his hands resting on Jubilee's kneecaps, forcing her bent legs apart as the junior X-Man struggled with all her useless might beneath him.

"This is it, Susan," the boy-master breathed. "The moment your husband not only commits adultery but becomes a child rapist too."

Phoenix's fingers were in Sue's cunt, manipulating her flesh, strumming her clit. Pleasure... Pleasure... Malice begged for it...

There was a clear view of Reed grimacing in primitive joy as he sank his cock deep inside his adolescent victim, his face screwed tight in sexual desire, his teeth clenched, emitting an evil hiss as Jubilee whimpered in pain at the penetration.

And all Susan could think... was that she wanted cock. Her soul screamed in despair for her innocence lost, for her purity annihilated. And then she was simply... no more. She withdrew into her mind, her face blank even as the cock hovered before it. The boy stopped the tape and tossed Susan's limp body aside, striding away and then turning to face her crumpled form. 

"I can show you the rest if  you want, Susan," he offered. "It doesn't take him long to shoot off in her snatch, but the poor guy'd been taken to the limit of climax and denied orgasm for the previous 24 hours. He fucks every one of her holes. Later on, he even uses her mouth, cunt, and ass simultaneously. It's kind of weird watching a rapist at work with those kind of--"

"What do you want of me?" Malice interrupted, speaking through the body of Susan Storm. Sue had no voice anymore. She was gone. Malice slowly rose to her hands and knees, shaking her head clear of Sue's presence.

"It's very simple," Phoenix explained slowly, eyeing Susan's slender body and round buttocks. "We can see you, Malice, and we know you are a vision of perversion... of horrible lusts... a dark angel of sexual dominance living in Sue Storm."

"The perfect body for the ultimate whore," the Master summed up. "And we want to give it to you."

Malice crawled towards her Master, kneeling at his feet and gazing up in adoration. Then she licked both her palms sloppily and placed her hands steadily around his stone-hard rod. She squeezed and noted his resultant smirk. Then she rose to eye-level with his beet-red prickhead and pulled him towards her, smiling to herself as he took a few baby steps forward, letting her draw him into her mouth.

His glans passed her lips and they were both in heaven, the boy groaning in pleasure as her tongue swirled around his length, Malice sucking pre-cum straight from the source. He moaned long and low and ran a hand through her blonde hair as she hummed, then bobbed back and forth on his cock. Jacking the base steadily, she pushed the head to the back of her throat then pulled back, catching it lightly between her teeth, flicking it with her lively tongue. Malice felt his whole body shudder, the sign of a job well done, and he grasped her head with his other hand as well.

"Good slave," he murmured. "Good slave..."

Malice heard these words and was thrilled. She had found a way to gain dominance in Sue Storm's mind, though it came at the cost of her own freedom. But as she drank deeply of his free-flowing pre-cum, she knew the pleasure was worth her servitude. She would play her part in this boy's plans, introduce her former comrades to his will if he wished. Like Phoenix, she would be the dark angel of which they spoke. In the back of her head she could sense Sue, still alive in some way, but unable to resist as her own body was remade as that of a whore. She wailed for her lost life and freedom, but did little to fight. Those protests became weaker by the second as Malice continued her blowjob. Suddenly, she detached, causing a slight grunt of displeasure from the Master.

"You know," Malice purred as she collected with her tongue the strands of saliva dangling between her mouth and the boy's prick, "This would be so much better for you if I had a tongue stud."

He smiled, then pulled her head back onto his cock. She dived onto it happily, renewing her job with gusto, swallowing it all in one movement. Her nose pressed into the boy's sparse pubic hair as her throat muscles contracted around his dick. She gagged loudly, knowing he enjoyed the sound as well as the sensation, as well as the message it sent: that her mouth was just a tool to be used for his pleasure. That she was his possession.

"Mashfur," she whimpered, unable to breathe around his rod as he ransacked her throat. He gripped her hair and thrust again and again into her gaping mouth. "Mashfur!"

"That's it," he grimaced, holding her head so he could stare her in the eyes while he fucked her face. "Speak my name... say it..."

"MASTER!" she cried as he withdrew at last, then beat her about the face with his cock even as she took deep, wheezing breaths and struggled to regain her composure.

Suddenly, Phoenix was beside her, jerking back Malice's head with one hand and thrusting three fingers of the other hand deep into the blonde bitch's cunt, eliciting a squeal of joy from the newly enslaved ex-heroine. The fire-maned whore tackled Malice in one movement, locking lips and thrusting her tongue into her mouth. 

The Master was left to toy idly with his erection as the two women devoured each other, squirming and gasping as their tits were crushed between them and their cunts rubbed frantically against one another. Malice reached around and palmed Phoenix's magnificent buttocks, squeezing and kneading the plentiful assflesh before driving first one, then two fingers deep into the red-headed slave's anus. 

Phoenix pulled away and let out a guttural cry, but Malice only held her tighter, biting the crimson-haired bitch's lower lip and bringing her back in for another smoldering kiss. The former Sue Storm was learning quickly and looked over to see the contorted grin of her Master as she drove another finger into Phoenix's pliant asshole. He jacked slowly and circled them, clearly trying not to lose it early. She locked eyes with him as she fingered Phoenix's ass roughly, then wrestled her mate onto the floor and straddled her, pressing Phoenix's arms to the carpet just as Phoenix had done to her earlier.

Phoenix struggled earnestly to no avail, but her face was a mask of crazed pleasure. Slowly, Malice lowered her pussy onto her face and Phoenix accepted, slurping noisily and tonguing her clit like a pro. Malice gyrated her hips over Phoenix's head and moaned loudly, still watching the Master slowly walking around the pair. Still, he stroked that wondrous penis, his face a mask of lust.

"Give me your cock," she breathed, paying no heed to Phoenix's increasingly frantic gasps for air. 

"Beg," he said simply.

"Please, Master," she cooed. "Give me that beautiful cock. Let me feel it--inside me. I... I need it. Please!"

He smiled, then glanced down at Phoenix, who was beginning to whimper, suffocated under Malice's weight, her desperate struggles becoming sluggish and ineffectual. The boy stepped forward and grabbed Malice's hair once more. The slave opened her mouth in preparation for his rod, but instead of impaling her face once again, he pushed her over, shoving her head into the juncture of Phoenix's thighs. 

Out of instinct, the two women began pleasuring each other eagerly, lapping each other's cunts noisily. Within a few seconds, a satisfied Malice felt her Master's hands on her raised ass, spreading her cheeks and nestling his cockhead at her rear entrance. She braced herself as she heard him spit heavily onto her anal rosette, then felt him rub it in with his thumb. 

"Anal virgin, aren't you," he said quietly.

"Yesh, mashfur," she replied into Phoenix's cunt.

Slowly, surely, he entered her ass, putting his weight behind his thick shaft as it spread her wide. She sputtered into Phoenix's pussy, groaning deep at the intrusion. It was painful at first, but the pain seemed to magically disappear as his fluids lubricated her. He drew back and she clenched tight, anus clinging to him on the backstroke. She felt his veins pulse and he smacked her ass with a resounding crack.

The thrusting became more confident and swift after that as he loosened her gradually. She quivered with each push and squeaked as he spanked her more. How long could he go on like this? She had already given him her best suck job, then watched him jerk himself before the lesbian coupling, now he stole her anal treasures, drove her slowly towards insanity once again with his cock. That wonderful cum of his... she could feel it in her rectum, warming her from the inside yet again, turning pain into pleasure... 

She began to yelp and shriek, detaching from the pussy below her. The pleasure was becoming too much. More feeling than she could imagine, and he hadn't even touched her cunt--

Once again he acted as if reading her thoughts, and slipped a finger into her pussy alongside Phoenix's tongue, teasing her clitoris and thrusting deep, almost as deep as his cock in her ass. She felt Phoenix disengage and heard her slurp hungrily on their Master's balls just as his insistent thrusting began to drive her over the edge.

He slapped both her flanks mercilessly and she screamed, cunt gushing as she came hard. Only then did he draw out all at once just to pierce her once again, penetrating her womanhood and fucking her wildly as she let her orgasm rock her. Again and again he spanked her as her back arched, and she only begged for more.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried. "Harder! Spank me Master! Harder, God damn it! Fuck, YES!"

All at once she realized he had pulled out again, and she fell to the floor in convulsions from the pleasure only to be gathered up by Phoenix, who kissed her roughly, seizing a tit and digging her nails into the yielding flesh. Malice tasted her own pussy on Phoenix's tongue.

Then the Master was above the kneeling pair, gathering Phoenix's long, fiery mane in one fist, Malice's tousled blonde hair in the other. He shoved them together, mouth to mouth, cheek to cheek, and savored the look of total abandonment on the ex-heroine's faces as he burst in orgasmic rapture. 

White cum fountained forth, marking them both like a signature, splattering onto their flushed cheeks and wagging tongues. They kissed around his slimy, filthy glans as it spewed cream and he yelled in triumph, mashing their faces together. The waves of hot jism didn't stop; he pulled their heads back and came up their nostrils, into their mouths, pouring more between their plump lips. He aimed downward, blasting a final few ropes onto the four perfect breasts before him, Phoenix's orbs just slightly larger than Malice's pointier pair. Then he hefted the tits two at a time, sliding his cock between them and wiping the dregs of his orgasm onto their willing breastflesh. 

Exhausted, coated, and finally sated, Phoenix and Malice fell back to the floor. They took turns lazily collecting cream from each other's bodies and eating sloppily, licking up thick trails from cheeks, noses, tits and flat abdomens. Above the pair, the Master stood, shaking final drops of precious cum onto their shapely bodies. Then he too knelt, sliding his hands over the smooth flesh of their forms, smearing his issue into their white skin. He held his slick hands to their mouths and they sucked hungrily on his fingers, moaning, eyes closed. 

Malice, a slave for life, was at peace. And in the back of her own head, Susan Storm was silent at last.

END