SUBMISSION AGENDA 01:

FALL OF THE PHOENIX

Submission Agenda is an enormous re-telling of the events in the Marvel Universe that took place directly after the Onslaught and Heroes Return comic storylines, circa 1998 ‘our’ time.

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(I) THE TAKING OF THE WHITE QUEEN

Who am I? It’s a question I’ve been asking myself ever since I can remember. Myself and my sister were adopted at any early age by a very well-to-do English family, owners of a large multinational pharmaceutical company. For the last five or six years, we’ve lived in Chicago and that’s where the story starts really. It starts with death, a terrible accident on Lake Michigan that robbed us of our parents… they’ve been gone for two years now and yet strangely neither of us miss them at all. They never felt like our parents, never really treated us like their kids. Even when I started to… change, to exhibit my mutant powers, they didn’t really notice anything amiss. They taught me a very valuable lesson though: self-reliance. Two years of personal tutors, of the company directors forced to include us in the day-to-day business of the firm. I’ve grown up fast, learned many things, used my mutant powers to bring about an enviable, totally self-sufficient lifestyle. And now I feel ready to strike out into the world, to find my place in it… and to dominate it in some way. I had no idea just how literally that need to dominate was. Indeed, I had no idea of the direction I would take until the day she arrived at my home.

Tall, beautifully proportioned, a long wave of gorgeous blonde hair, icy-blue eyes, dressed in a piercing white business suit. But there was something about her that was different, more exciting, more desirable than any woman I’d ever seen before. There was a power about her, a sense of total confidence, a superiority about her I’d never witnessed before in any other woman. Instantly I could see the truth, feel it, sense it. She was a mutant. But more than that, she was a challenge. Her whole demeanour touched something deep inside of me, something deep, savage and wanton. I wanted to strip the power from her, make her helpless, give her a taste of something that she would never be able to live without once I had made her mine. And little did she know that I could do it. I could turn her into anything I wanted, reshape this gorgeous creature into anything that I chose.

Since I discovered the truth about myself, about my birthright as a mutant – and since my parents’ accident – I’d been researching mutants, finding out everything there is to know about all of them, and the non-mutant superhuman individuals and teams too. This was the secret world to which I belonged, to which I was about to become the newest member. But on my own terms.

Our eyes locked together as soon as we were introduced – an instant power struggle that amused me, and one to which I demurred. Give her this one little victory, even as my mental probes moved stealthily into her mind, exploring tentatively, and then going in for the kill, powering down her mutant capabilities. This is just one small, but somewhat vital element of my mutant make-up. Their mutant powers cannot be removed, but their access to them can be curtailed. Instantly a little of the woman’s composure slipped. Almost imperceptibly, but we both knew it.

“My name’s Emma Frost,” she smiled winningly, shaking off the sudden quietness in her mind, shaking my hand assuredly, “and I’m from the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. I would imagine you’re quite aware of this school?”

Emma Frost. Yes, of course. As I sat behind the vast mahogany desk in my study, I casually accessed the file on the School for Gifted Youngsters on my computer, calling up the entry on the White Queen. I hadn’t recognised her. She was even more beautiful, even more powerful than she looked in her file. And so similar to myself too. Privileged upbringing, refined, a mutant who had used her not inconsiderable powers to carry out her own agenda even as she ran a multi-billion dollar multinational.

“Very aware Miss Frost,” I replied, smiling. “My files on your Massachusetts academy – and Xavier’s old school in New York – are somewhat exhaustive. And of course I’ve been noticing that Frost Enterprises has been buying up the stock of my father’s company at quite a frightening rate. As of now you’re… let me check here… a 26.4% shareholder.”

“And I notice that you’re used to dealing with other mutants,” she replied, glancing around the room. “Psionic dampening field? Something like that?”

“Something that like that,” I smiled. “Just giving you the respect you deserve Ms Frost.”

But my eyes were wandering, from her eyes, all over her beautiful face, and then to her breasts, to her long, white stocking-clad legs folded so invitingly in front of me. This could all be mine. I could make her scream, I could force pleasures through her body that she’d never experienced, I could make her beg, I could do things for her that she would both love and despise, and she would always want more. I focused on her, feeling my mutant power rise within me, a slight perspiration breaking out on my forehead, a smile crossing my lips as I knew that the mutated pheromones, targeted especially at the female desire, would soon affect her.

“It doesn’t feel much like respect,” she remarked, a tinge of disgust in her voice as I regarded her body voraciously. “I don’t need to be a mind reader to see what you’re thinking about. Forget about it boy, you’re out of your league.”

“Why are you here Ms Frost? Professional courtesy before you buy us out? Or is something to do with your school?”

“Both. You’ll just about be a billionaire by the time the buy-out is complete, you’ll have a generous option on Frost Enterprises shares. But more than that, I can offer you a future with those of your own kind. At the academy, we can teach you to reach the zenith of your mutant capabilities. We can involve you in all aspects of our operation, from the corporate to the covert. I should imagine you’re fully aware of what I’m talking about.”

“Yes, the X-Men,” I replied breezily. “Not that you guys are having the best of times at the moment. Charles Xavier missing after the Onslaught farrago. X-Men team members lost in the latest battle with Mr Sinister. I can see why you’re recruiting. Yes Ms Frost, I’m fully aware of what you’re talking about. But with all due respect, you are not. Your Cerebro machine zeroes in on me as a mutant, but I’m guessing that your technology has no idea how to categorise or even identify my abilities. Am I right?”

She pursed her lips, a look of irritation crossing her beautiful aspect. And god, she was beautiful. Physically on a par, if not more attractive than the best models I’d ‘entertained’ but so powerful too, on an entirely different level to any one who’d graced my bed before. I could sense her mind straining against the programming of my mental plant. My heart beat faster, sending a rush of adrenaline through my body. I could almost feel the pheromones surge from my body. I enjoyed the view of her perfectly shaped nose, breathing in my desire for her, attacking her from the inside without her even knowing it

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then Ms Frost,” I smirked, getting up from behind my desk, walking to her chair. “Perhaps a small demonstration might be in order before you go and leave me in peace, withdrawing your poisoned claws from my company.”

“Look,” she started, trying to get up, to confront me, unable to do so as I softly, yet firmly returned her to the chair. “I’m not here to make an enemy, I’m here to offer you a chance to learn, to better yourself, to be part of something worthwhile.”

“Humour me for a while Emma,” I smiled, kneeling next to her deep-red leather armchair. “Just close your eyes for a second. Inhale deeply. Relax. I’m not your enemy.”

Already the pheromones were starting to affect her. Kneeling next to her, breathing deeply in her soft perfume, I could sense the surges of blood into my cock as my erection took shape, firming nicely in my pants, heart beating faster and faster, the spell on her beginning to take hold. Her eyes began to close and I smiled as she obeyed, inhaling deeply, taking my own scent deeply inside of her, her body’s betrayal beginning.

“You’re a beautiful woman Emma Frost, a body craved and desired by both men and women, you know that they look at you, want you, desire you. What would they give to enjoy you? How many men have masturbated with you in their minds? Do you enjoy that deep savage urge every man has, to impale you, fuck you? How often have you peered into their minds and got off on those sensations? I know you enjoy your power Emma, I enjoy it too.”

Her eyes were closed, her breathing getting heavier and heavier as arousal took over her, my soft words in her ear setting light to the desires of her body, amplified and concentrated as the essence of my mutant-powered desire speared deeply into her mind.

“Let me tell you what you are Emma. You’re a tease, an exhibitionist. You put yourself on display in order to get what you want. Your looks are a promise to every man that has something you want. Such power you have Emma, but it’s nothing to me except an obstacle to break down. I can strip all the control away from you, make you needy, make you want nothing more than to give your slut body away.”

Her deep breathing become something approaching panting now as I unbuttoned her jacket, slipping my hand inside to the warmth of her silky white blouse. My hand started at the her stomach, then moved up, a yelp barely contained as I roughly palmed her breast. I chuckled into her ear.

“I can turn all of your most powerful attributes against you Emma. Your looks, your mutant powers, your confidence, your downright arrogance. I can reshape you…” my hand moved down to her leg and I smiled as they parted for me, my fingers stroking deep into her inner thigh, the softness of her stocking against my palm. “I can make you want it like you’ve never wanted it before.”

And now… a test. I shut off my powers, letting my hand move deeper, closer to that scented warmth snug between those perfectly shaped legs, past her stocking top, to the softness of her flesh. How much did control did the mighty White Queen possess? How much of my own power would I need, and how much of a slut was she? I smiled to myself, a feeling of exultation flooding me as my hand grazed against the lace of her panties.

“NO!” she screamed suddenly, standing bolt upright, backing away from me, a delicious look of fear in her eyes, turning and almost running for the door.

I allowed her to leave, withdrawing the mental probes that shut down her mutant capabilities only when she had made it to her chauffeur-driven limousine parked outside. My heart was racing, a feeling of triumph and raw power making me shiver with excitement. For so long these mutants, these superheroes had been untouchable, powerful and so superior. Our so-called protectors, in actual fact they were our enemies. The bad guys came after the good guys and the innocent got caught badly in the middle. Emma Frost exhibited the worst of these arrogant traits, but the challenge felt so strong inside of me. It touched something I had not felt before. It was the ultimate high. And I wanted more. So much more. I wanted Emma more than I had wanted any other woman. And I would have her, I decided, picking up the phone to make a few ‘arrangements’…

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She was scheduled on a flight to New York later that afternoon. A private charter, just her as the passenger. This would give me plenty of time to put my scheme into action. In fact, the one phone call was all it needed to put everything into place. The charter plane was effortlessly cancelled, the flight replaced by my own private jet. Emma was in my thoughts now all the time. I wanted her deeply, completely – and I would have her. When I thought of her, savage urges rushed through my body, images of how I would take her. I considered building her up to her sexual peak, just as I was doing earlier, I loved the thought of making her body rebel against her mind. But inside I knew that I would not be capable of such a thing. The next time I saw her, my need for her would be too deep, too brutal. My files on her were exhaustive. It would simply be a case of taking advantage of her love for Champagne, drugging her, then preparing her for the ordeal. I wanted to reach out with my mutant powers, unleash them as they’d never been before. Revel in her taking.

In the meantime, as the seconds, the minutes and hours ticked on like an eternity, I eagerly scanned through the X-Men files. With no Charles Xavier to lead them effectively, the team were in a time of crisis. Not only could I defeat Frost’s takeover of the company, I could defeat them all. And as I looked through the personnel there was so much potential, so many that could be warped, twisted and subverted into my service. I stared longest at the file of Jean Grey. Something about her, that incredible body, the long flowing red hair. She looked like a goddess… and as I scanned the file so many more interesting facts about her life, her double life, her history… I could have them all if I wanted. All of them. And those that stood in my way would be dealt with. Just as my mother and father had been dealt with. An accident they said. Three takeover bids for the company in two years said otherwise.

I took the car to the airport, nothing too attention-seeking, just the BMW. I could see the jet as I approached, smiling, thinking to myself that Emma would already be inside, unconscious, ready and ripe for me. It was only a matter of minutes before I was inside, before the co-pilot closed the door, returning to the cockpit, the engines already running, the trip about to commence. Just a few hours to New York City, quality time for the White Queen and myself to become… especially close acquaintances.

I sighed to myself as I saw her prone body, lying there on the bed. I pulled over a chair and sat watching her as the plane took off into the blazing afternoon skies, enjoying so much so the feeling of anticipation, my mind alive with the possibilities, my heart racing faster and faster, my cock surging, the first stabs on concentrated lust forcing their way through my body. I reached into her mind, totally blocking all access to the mutant powers she commanded, her vulnerability exciting me still further. I stared at closer quarters at the perfect white business power suit, the short skirt I had lifted earlier, the blouse, just a little tight, emphasising her impressive breasts, a hint of cleavage on display. This woman used her looks to get what she wanted, enjoyed the manipulation of those that were attracted to her. So beautiful, so refined, elegant – such a special poise about her that set her apart from all the women I enjoyed before. I could feel the intensity of my desire inside of me. To have her, addict her, to use her just as she had used so many men before.

I could not control myself, my hands reached out, removing her jacket and tossed it aside, laying her prone form down on the bed, securing her limbs tightly to the corners of the bed and then blindfolding her. The drug would wear off completely within a quarter of an hour, and while she began to stir I took time to appreciate the perfect curves of her body, the outstanding musculature of her legs, the rise and fall of her breasts, the pout of her lips. My heart beat faster as the sexual need gripped me. I felt that triumphant feeling of blood surging swiftly into my cock, the slight thrill as my testicles upped their sperm production dramatically. Another part of my unique set of mutant capabilities – massive production of sexual fluids, all of them bonded with chemicals that produced startling reactions deep within the female.

“Wh…where am I?” Emma stuttered, finally becoming fully aware, straining against her bonds, her head moving from side to side in a futile effort to escape the blindfold.

I started to disrobe, removing my shirt, trousers and underwear, my eyes locked on my prisoner, my cock growing ever harder. The time was approaching, the moment when Emma Frost’s body would be violated, taken, reconditioned until it begged for more of what I – and only I – could give her.

“Who are you?” she started, for the first time aware that she was not alone.

I leaned down and whispered into her ear, “I am your lover and Master, Emma. Your body is to be my plaything, your mind my possession. In return for your submission, I give you rapture beyond your comprehension.”

She started to shiver as I leaned over and placed the flat of my tongue on her cheek, licking her sloppily, leaving my saliva on her skin. A tad obvious maybe, but the chemical element of my powers is its true strength. That contact had the desired effect on my new acquisition, as I noticed a reddening of her cheeks and a slight buck of her tight hips. Emma Frost was a sexual creature, I knew that despite being the total control freak, she enjoyed the feeling of sex, loved the feel of a straining hard prick sinking deep inside of her. I could sense these things, sense them and exploit them.

“No… please… don’t do this.”

I smiled to myself, could I hear recognition in her voice? Did she know who it was that was about to take her, to enslave her? I suspect she did, the sensations and emotions I engendered in her earlier were returning now, faster and swifter than ever. Once my imprinting has taken effect for the first time, the prey reacts far swifter to further exposure. But the only thing that disappointed me was that I had expected taking a super hero to be so much more… challenging. I had expected a great test in defiling her, I wanted her to fight me, to combat the feelings I gave her but she was easy, already corrupt before I had even laid a hand on her. The White Queen only fought for Xavier’s cause because it was convenient for her. How much more satisfying Jean Grey would be.

As for the White Queen, this was proving to be as simple as the day I had first taken my twin sister, the memory of which sent a shard of lust through my cock. Looking down I saw a welcome glob of precum oozing from my glans. Ahhh yes, the first issue – so loaded with all the good stuff that would drive her out of her fucking mind.

As a true test of the White Queen’s submission I moved my cock under her nose, then wiped the clear fluid on her gorgeous lips. To my great satisfaction, her tongue came out to sample the gift, further enslaving her to my sex. She moaned at the taste and her tongue returned for more. I toyed with the idea of giving her my cock then, but decided against it, my gaze caught up in her generous cleavage, accentuated by the white, lacy push-up bra she wore, its outline evident beneath her blouse.

I unbuttoned her blouse, removed the straps of the bra and pushed it down, revealing her flesh to my eyes. My heart beat faster as I exposed her puffy nipples and I could feel my balls churn with excess cum as my body geared itself up for what was to come. A huge increase in the production of semen is one of the side effects of my powers, so I decided to get straight to it, straddling her stomach and pressing my hard cock in between her tits. Resting my thumbs on her nipples I pressed her breasts together and massaged them as I thrust into her valley.

“Don’t do this… you’ll pay for this… the X-Men will make you pay for this… I will make you pay for this!”

Such brave words from the White Queen, but so ultimately hopeless. She was already well on the way to the enslavement that would change her life forever. It was merely a case of how long I would contain myself. Sometimes I enjoy holding back the cum before ejaculating load after load on my prey, but as Emma involuntarily responded to my tit-fucking under me, I decided to reward her submission by letting the sperm ooze out from my dick as I thrust into her cleavage. I moaned in release as I controlled my orgasm – no sudden splashes, no uncontrollable arcs of cum. I let it escape slowly, oozing from the tip, escaping deeply into those two magnificent mounds of titflesh.

I knew that as the cum seeped into her skin, so the sensitivity of her nerve endings would increase, and continuing this fucking for a few moments longer would allow her to orgasm. I roughly squeezed her tits, pinching her cum-soaked nipples and her back arched beneath me and she screamed in ecstasy as the waves of her climax hit her, her brain now addicted to the man who had caused it. Knowing she was mine, I moved my cock to her face and grunted in release as I poured gob after gob of cream into her mouth and onto her cheeks. Then my dick was in her mouth, her expert tongue cleaning off the excess jism, bathing it in her saliva. She moaned around the length, enjoying the hardness of the shaft, the softness of the skin enveloping it, suckling on it, enjoying the excess sperm that she coaxed from the tip.

The White Queen had been enslaved to my cock and I hadn’t even touched her cunt.

I unbound her and removed her blindfold. My cum-covered slave looked at me in amazement as she took in my average looks and frame. “My god… it is you… but you’re a kid.”

“Whatever I am Emma, I am also your Master.”

To emphasis the point, I scooped up some of my jism from my drooling cock on my fingers and presented it to her mouth. She looked into my eyes, back to my fingers. She fought valiantly for a second to hold herself back, but I knew that she was doomed. Her head dipped, her lips closed around the fingers and she sucked hungrily, her eyes closing in pleasure as she did so.

“Why… why me?”

Ah. The big question. She was mine now. The truth wouldn’t hurt. “Why? It’s very simple, Emma. I desire a challenge. Since age fourteen I have fucked whomever I want and desire. I started in my hometown by fucking the prom queen. After that, I soon realised that the sky was the limit. I made supermodels beg for my cum. But it was too easy; there was no danger. So I’ve decided to bring down you super-powered types… if I can best you, there will be nobody to oppose me.”

Emma shivered next to me, part revolted, part aroused by my design. “But you could have taken any one…”

I smiled. This was true. “I wanted a telepath… secretly, I’ve always wanted a telepath and you were the most convenient choice. You literally walked in through my door and made yourself my prey. You would not believe the scale of my plans, slave. First you, then the other X-Men… and then?"

My cock had remained hard since I had last came and I could again feel the sperm eager to burst free. Glancing down, I noticed my swollen scrotum.

“Blow me.”

There was a moment in conflict in my slave’s mind before Emma moved down to my cock. She started by kissing the glans sloppily, rubbing her tongue over the slit. I gave in to the lust and thrust into her warm, wet oral cavity. She delivered excellent suction, her tongue seemingly everywhere, dancing elegantly over the tip, caressing the underside of the shaft. I had clearly chosen well and found difficulty restraining myself. I could feel Emma chuckling softly as she blew me, again the sense of arrogance about her. She had to be disciplined, punished if need be, but she should be in no doubt that now, she was mine.

My cock still firmly lodged between her lips, I pinned her down on the bed, placing my hands under her jaw so she could not open her mouth. She struggled to gain air by breathing through her nose, so I stepped up my face-fucking, easing my penis into her throat as I felt her shake beneath me, her gag reflex providing the most exciting oral pleasure I had ever felt. This was new to me, and yet it felt right, felt good…

I lost it and came hard. Keeping her jaw shut, I pulled my cock back into her mouth, forcing her to take it the hard way. She swallowed valiantly, but against my vast stores of jism, she was fighting a losing battle. I drank in the desperate fear on her face as I kept cumming, until I got my reward – seeing twin streams of my cream bursting out of her nostrils. Only then did I loosen the grip on her face and allow her to breathe. I noticed with great joy that even as she gasped for air, her tongue sought out the excess sperm running down her face, eager to sate her insatiable lust for my cum.

I looked down at my prize. From being a smartly dressed alpha-class mutant, Emma Frost, the powerful White Queen was now my whore. She still wore her bra (albeit drenched in my ejaculate) and my interest in her body was again piqued when I remembered that I had not even touched her pussy – she still wore her panties, mini-skirt and stockings.

Emma noticed me appreciating her body. “Do you want the rest of it, Master? If you think my head’s good, you won’t believe how exceptional fucking me is,” she purred – a boast I was willing to let her get away with, because I could imagine it to be true.

I looked her over and pointed to the bathroom. “Clean yourself up. Have a shower. Lose the bra, but put everything else back on.”

My eyes were locked onto the swaying of her ass as she did my bidding. Reaching the door, she turned around and said, “Just one thing… I take it your powers don’t work on men. Are just going to fuck us all with no interruptions?”

“Just do as I say.”

Quickly, she hurried into the bathroom.

Of course, my Emma had a good point. I’d done my research, and I knew I couldn’t just walk into Xavier’s mansion and take the female X-Men without some resistance. And she was right that my powers had little effect on men, nor would I choose them to if I had the chance. I cleared my mind of all this nonsense and re-established my psychic rapport with my sister, a couple of thousand miles to the east in New York City.

*Miles… I hear you*

*Give yourself to me, Stephanie*

I felt her joy as I thrust into her mind, burrowing myself into her short-term memory, experiencing what she had just done. In just a few short hours since Emma Frost had come to my office, I had already initiated a scheme that would tear the heart and soul out of the X-Men.

(II) THE ELIMINATION OF CYCLOPS

My sister was born ten minutes after me. Genetically we are nearly identical, being twins, even if our appearances are totally different. Perhaps it was our upbringing, but despite our closeness there has always been a difference between us, over and above our gender. In theory, we should have discovered our mutant powers near-simultaneously, but this did not occur. In fact, I had no idea if my sister was actually a mutant at all. What powers she had I suspected I had infused into her.

Stephanie was my first victim – the recipient of my first excursion into the exercise of my mutant powers. It was a clumsy fuck, fuelled by what must have been a year of near constant teasing. I’d watched as Stephanie developed into the one of the most stunning redheads that I’ve ever seen, with the most perfect body I had fucked, up to my ravishment of Emma Frost. She is tall, around five foot ten, and has incredibly sculpted legs, a fine flat stomach and very large breasts – scoops of flesh which together are wider than her back. I only became aware of my emerging powers after I’d raped her, when, hours later, she begged me for more. The feelings of guilt I endured the moment after my climax had not lasted long. I remember the look on her face, the need…

I’d read in the X-Men files about the Summers siblings being unable to harm each other with their mutant powers. And yet Stephanie had been so susceptible to my powers, I found them with her, I honed them on her before moving to other prey. She didn’t manifest any kind of mutant power at all. And when finally we did see evidence of her powers last year, they were shaped around her transformed psyche, almost becoming a female extension of my own abilities. I allowed her to exercise these powers, giving her superiority over normal men, but made sure that she only found true sexual fulfillment in my arms. I soon realised that I had nothing at all to be worried about, as far as I could tell, there were no other mutants whose superpowers revolved around fucking. Apart from her.

Actually, in many ways she is even more powerful than me – her mutant capabilities can render any man her slave, and indeed any woman. This was the strongest evidence I had that it was my will that had shaped her powers, the manly urge to see two women making love moulding her into my ideal partner. But regardless, of the uncertainty concerning the origin of her superb capabilities, she is instrumental to the success of my plan.

Through our psychic rapport I could see that so far, my scheme was working out just as I intended. I reclined on the bed in the plane and buried myself in her memories, experiencing hours of Stephanie’s life in minutes as our contact grew.

Scott Summers is waiting in a high class New York eatery for his wife, Jean Grey. He is strumming his fingers on the table, toying impatiently with a glass of water. Clearly, he’s been waiting a long time. It’s forty-five minutes specifically. We have arranged for Jean to be…otherwise occupied…at this time, pitting her wits against a cadre of super villains that have, inexplicably become free during transit to The Vault. As Phoenix, Jean Grey is very dangerous. Not only will this exercise enable us to eliminate Cyclops, it will also wear down his wife’s resistance to my power later on.

Stephanie has dressed to kill. Her hair is perfectly arranged, her perfume is vivacious and arousing – and her clothes nearly obscene. She wears a very tight, cleavage revealing peach blouse, black mini-skirt, slutty high heels and matching stockings. She has no bra on and it is very obvious to all who give her more than a cursory glance, as her nipples are blatantly displayed, pressed against the thin material of the blouse. She looks like a whore, a redhead who wants it badly. But more than that is her resemblance to Jean Grey herself… the same facial structure, the same piercing green eyes, but her body exaggerated into the ultimate sex kitten look. Tits and ass, available.

The introduction is obvious, perhaps even to the X-Man. Apparently caught up in her thoughts, she walks along until she hits the edge of Summers’ table, voicing her pain and dropping her handbag. Summers looks up into sexual heaven as he sees my sister bend over to retrieve her bag. Her spectacular breasts greet him head on, accompanied by her scent and her pheromones. The male sexual imperative is another reason why my sister is more powerful than I. Despite his love for Jean, Cyclops has the same innate need as any man to impregnate any suitable, available and attractive women. Up against Stephanie, he stands little chance. There’s never even any pretence at resistance.

In the wake of Stephanie’s charm and mutant powers, Cyclops’ devotion to Jean disintegrates quickly. She is perhaps the physical match of Jean in terms of beauty, but she’s a slut, a whore, easily taken. She’s also a good decade younger – a minor in fact, in New York – adding still more to her allure as forbidden flesh.

When their eyes meet, Stephanie lets him know her availability with one look alone. My sister can feel his sexual frustrations, Jean’s cautious lovemaking technique, her inability to climax during their love-making, his male need to sexually dominate cruelly curtailed because of his love and respect for his wife. Inwardly, she laughs at the powerful leader of the X-Men, knowing full well the fate that awaits him and his beautiful, reserved bride. She would taste both of them, she would help bring them both to their knees, she would introduce them to a world of pleasure from which they would never emerge.

Stephanie knows that physical contact seals the promise of sex. As they part ways, her handshake is almost a caress, her eyes heavily lidded. She leaves the restaurant, confident that Scott will follow. She has imprinted herself on him, his need for her will increase exponentially until he is either driven mad or is in her cunt, spewing his seed into her. I smiled to myself – if only it were so easy with the female of the species. But then, where would the amusement come from? And what about the satisfaction?

It’s a five minute walk to the Ritz-Carlton hotel, a further two minutes until she’s in her room and another four before the inevitable knock on her door. She congratulates Cyclops on his restraint – she half-expected him to rush after her and rape her in the elevator – but knows that the wait has only made him even hornier. She opens the door, after unbuttoning the top of her blouse and removing her panties. I can feel her heart speeding up, pumping out the same levels of lust-inducing pheromones that I used to tame the White Queen, only these would be a hundred times more devastating on the male. At the same time, she uses her powers to slip into Cyclops’ mind, removing the threat of his optic blasts in the same way that I disarmed my Emma.

I count five seconds before Stephanie is on the bed and Scott is unzipping his pants.

He only manages to say “Stephanie… I…” before he plunges his lust-engorged cock into her pussy. As he fucks her, he rips open Stephanie’s blouse and buries his face in her bosom, sucking on her nipples and prematurely reaching orgasm when he feels a jet of warm milk shoot into his mouth. She is the ultimate sexual creature, the lactation every man’s fantasy. It pushes him over the edge and is the last chemical piece in his enslavement. As his warm jets of sperm flow freely into the depths of her cunt, he suckles freely at her tit, my sister reciprocating with a satisfying release of her own, almost sensing his free will drift away into nothingness as her taste fills his mouth, his mind.

Stephanie allows the ravishment to take place and appreciates Scott’s subsequent efforts to give her release as his head snakes down to the junction between her thighs. His tongue is skilled, quickly seeking out her erect clitoris and teasing it, before dipping deeply into her snatch, regardless of the presence of his cream inside her. The juices are manna from heaven to him, an even deeper concentration of the bonding chemicals present. Cyclops has just moved up from cocaine to crack.

She moans at his ministrations, giving herself to the feelings emanating from her vagina, letting her juices flow across his tongue, using them to rebuild his lust to new levels. Stephanie has a level of vaginal control I have never witnessed in any woman before, and when she desires it, her orgasms can be very wet indeed. She screams as she reaches climax and almost floods Scott with her cum, his mind almost snapping as the concentration of the enslaving chemicals takes him almost to the very limit. I almost envy Summers when she reaches down to return the compliment.

Stephanie is at one with her prey. She is exciting Scott in ways his wife cannot possibly conceive as she buries his erect cock in her mouth. She immerses herself in his desire, being everywhere he wants her to be, but at the same time teasing him, keeping him well away from orgasm until she is ready – her punishment for the premature release of their first – and last – fuck. She looks Scott in the eye as she blows him, moving up to trap his cock in her mammoth cleavage. Her hands encircle his penis, trapping specific nerves, containing his thrusts as he urges his cum to shoot over her face and tits. She has an instinctive, dangerous knowledge of the male anatomy. When combined with her powers, she is too much for any man, whether normal and superhuman.

Stephanie smiles up at her prey as his ineffectual attempts to climax continue. “What’s the matter, lover? Can’t cum?” Cyclops only answers with moans and grunts. “You can do better than that. Tell me you want me. Tell me you want me to fuck your wife.”

“Yesss…” Cyclops shouts. “I need you… fuck me… let me cum… please!”

Stephanie heightens the friction between her breasts and Cyclops’ rock hard cock, but tightens her fingers on the nerve centers. The pre-climax ecstasy becomes painful for Scott. I can sense the excitement deep in Stephanie’s mind as she takes him closer and closer to his limit. She truly does want to fuck Jean Grey. She always has done, ever since the X-Men first burst onto the scene when we were both children. Marvel Girl was her heroine, her role model… until that fateful day.

“Let me fuck your wife, Scott.”

“She… wouldn’t…” Scott’s further words are cut off by a pain-pleasure feeling he’s never experienced before. Stephanie knows that the pressure on his blood vessels is now way into the danger zone. His body needs to cum, but can’t. His heart is beating so fast, waves of perspiration are building up on his brow, over his body.

She sighs, “Wrong answer, lover,” and leans over to flick her tongue over the beetroot colored tip of Cyclops’ dick, still trapped between her gorgeous mammaries.

Cyclops’ moans give way to consistent screams as the pressure becomes too much. Stephanie snakes her free hand to his scrotum, squeezing another nerve group behind his testes, which produces an inhuman roar from the X-Men leader before causing him to collapse onto the floor, drool escaping his mouth. Cyclops’ broken mind withdraws into coma, as cum impotently dribbles from his still-hard penis.

She looks down at her victim before leaning down to take a little taste of his spent cream. “I’m gonna fuck Jean, with or without your help, Summers.”

Shaking her head and sighing, she dresses and leaves the hotel room, smiling as she places the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door handle.

I withdrew from Stephanie’s memory, and after we agreed on our plan to add the powerful Phoenix to our ranks, I returned to the reality onboard my jet, just as my Emma emerged from the bathroom, her body groomed and ready to satisfy my most perverse sexual needs. I was fired up after experiencing my sister’s fuck-lust and, glancing at the clock, I surmised that I had a couple of hours to take it all out on my new toy.

(III) VIRGIN SUPERMODEL DIVERSION

I had recently acquired the Bedford Towers condominium, known as the one of the classiest and most expensive apartment complexes in Manhattan. While in New York, this was where I considered myself at home. It was with some degree of fatigue that I arrived, my Emma in tow. She’d promised that she was an exceptional fuck and I had few complaints about her performance during the tail end of the flight. I very much looked forward to giving my memories of her debasement to Stephanie, but first of all it was necessary to test the level of her telepathic ability. I needed to learn from her, to somehow absorb these skills, to be able to boost the current levels of my powerful and unleash the full potential I just knew that I had inside of me. Testing Emma, watching her exercise her power, testing her would be a very interesting exercise. But how?

Day passed into night and we both caught up with lost sleep. I gave Emma her own quarters within the building, before returning to my own private sanctum to contemplate my plans. My next target would be Phoenix, for sure, but I decided to err on the side of caution when it came to dealing with the bitch. As soon as Emma Frost had made contact with me, the plans had formed of their own accord in my mind, and I had targeted Jean Grey right from the beginning. I had hired several super-powered mercenary groups to keep her busy over the next few days, including the redoubtable Silver Sable and her Wild Pack. I looked forward to Friday, when Silver would come to my office to pick up her payment.

I was happy about Stephanie’s success with Cyclops. Without their leader, without the heart of the team, the group would be easier to take down and Jean Grey in particular would suffer badly. I smiled to myself as I envisaged the ways and means with which I would rape the Phoenix, corrupting her immense power into my service, forcing her into sexual perversions the like of which the conservative woman had never even contemplated. It’s possible to get a feel for a particular person by studying their partner. And with Cyclops I had perceived nothing less than complete frustration. The seduction had been almost too simple, even for one such as Stephanie, artificially gifted with the means to take any man.

The idea of taking Jean Grey, of bringing her down to a level that would forever change her, greatly aroused me. I knew that there was potential inside of her, flickerings of the woman I could make her. I’d read up on the Dark Phoenix chapter, I knew about her darker side. And I greatly anticipated the corruption of such a woman… but there was more to it than that. Since the day I first took my sister, I have enjoyed my liaisons with beautiful redheads. Blonde fuckable women are a dime-a-dozen, but stunning redheads are a different proposition entirely – a rare thing to be properly savoured.

Pondering this, I slowly drifted off into restful sleep, my dreams teasing me with images of the Phoenix sucking me, fucking me, taking Stephanie and making her cum again and again… I awoke early in morning to the incredible feeling of wet suction on my dick, and looked down to see Stephanie expertly blowing me, cum dribbling out of the corners of her mouth.

“Mmmmm,” she sighed, my dick dropping from her mouth, still hard, still oozing its mess. “You taste good this morning.”

I lifted Stephanie to my level and frenched her deeply, initiating the closest link of our rapport. She broke the kiss and jumped off the bed, obviously very excited.

“I gotta surprise for you, lover,” she began. “You wanted a test for the White Queen, right? I thought maybe we could both fuck this model I picked up at a party last night, and see if Emma can repair her mind once we’ve blown it.”

I reached into her mind to retrieve the image of her pick-up, but I was rudely cut off from that part of her memory.

“It’s a surprise!” she exclaimed giddily. “She’s downstairs, and I can’t believe it, but I think she’s virgin. She’s getting married in a couple of weeks, anyway.”

I considered her plan and found myself excited. Stephanie’s lesbian tastes are incredibly well cultivated; it takes someone really special to put her off men for even a moment. Usually I forced her to suck pussy just so I could get my hands on some lesbian cunt myself. There’s no better way to insinuate yourself into a lesbian’s bed than by being with a beautiful young girl. A woman’s lust for another woman can be as powerful as a man’s – sometimes more so. Deals can be done, barters can be arranged. And Stephanie is so exceptional that the concessions a dyke will make to get their hands on her can be most arousing. They’ll tolerate a cock in their mouth, in their pussy… to get their hands on her. But by that time, of course, it is too late.

Taking me by the hand, she led me downstairs into one of my many bedrooms, where the most sexually arousing sight I’d ever witnessed was waiting for me. I recognized her immediately – her name was Mary Jane Watson, and she was the one supermodel I’d lusted after but never fucked, never even met. This woman had curves so outrageous that they made Stephanie look almost ordinary, a perfect face, stunning legs and jutting breasts that were even bigger and more shapely than I’d imagined. Side by side, both women were exceptional, but a man is always drawn to a new woman, to unexplored territory – in truth Stephanie was only less attractive simply because Mary Jane was there to be taken, to be conquered. And yet… there seemed to something else about her.

Mary Jane Watson was a fantasy for me, but more than that was her current appearance, lying front-first on the bed in her designer white wedding gown. My cock instantly sprung into life and Stephanie giggled as she helped me out of my night clothes.

“We’re gonna fuck her together, boyfriend, but with one rule. We can’t use any conscious part of our powers to do it.”

I chuckled to myself. This kind of fuck was one of my favourites. The prey is not willing mentally and always screams rape, but their own lusts soon shine through as their bodies betray them. With both my sister and I dipping into her, I wondered how long Mary Jane would last before the inevitable moment when she gave herself to me. It’s an exquisite torture, a beautiful agony, and if it was a battle, it was one the girl simply could not win.

I looked her over. Despite Stephanie’s efforts to make her look presentable, I could tell she was crying, scared rigid about the ordeal that awaited her. My cock pulsed at the sight of the wedding dress. I was going to fuck the virgin supermodel in her bridal gown. This was Stephanie’s work, it had her fingerprints all over it. My sister had imagination, no doubt about it.

My sister tugged on my arm. “How about a good luck kiss for your sister?”

I frenched her lustfully, truly this was the most incredible present she had ever given me. I poured my appreciation into that kiss, letting my hands run over her body, over her sides, to her tits… I groped her hard but in my mind this was Mary Jane’s body I was ravishing and that thought alone brought my erection to a painful high.

“Sh…shit… you guys are brother and sister?”

I broke the kiss and laughed at Mary Jane. “Uh-huh… Steph, honey, suck my cock.”

Our prey’s eyes bulged as my sister went down on me, returning my cock to her mouth, bobbing gently, Mary Jane physically repelled at the squelches, moans and sucking noises that Stephanie made as she gleefully devoured my prick.

“I raped her when she was fourteen, and since then she’s been my fuck slave, just as you will be.”

I drank in the fear in her eyes and watched as she clumsily tried to get up, the big, billowing dress impeding her movements. Aware of the danger, Stephanie stood up by my side and together we advanced on the model as she backed away, until the headboard of the bed stopped her cold.

“No!” she screamed. “Please! Don’t do it. My fiancé’ll kill you!”

Her fiancé could’ve been Paste Pot Pete, or the Hulk, and it still wouldn’t have stopped me fucking her. My cock streamed cum… already! I’d never reached the limits of capacity this quickly before but I could feel my scrotum expanding, feeling like it was the side of a basketball. My sister noticed and smiled at me – Ms Watson was in danger of getting drowned when I eventually climaxed.

I got onto the bed and crawled towards the virgin bride watching her horrified look as she gazed down at my staff, terrified, scared stiff at the oozing cream that dripped from the beet red tip. I reached her legs and sent a hand up her stockinged thigh, which shivered at my touch. It felt warm, yielding and wonderful. Already my mind was racing ahead to the point when those thighs would part for me, when I would feel them rear up and wrap themselves around me as she surrendered to me. My hand felt warmer as I dipped into the junction of her thighs, as my fingers reached her tiny panties and callously pulled them down, seeking out her cunt expertly, sinking a finger into her hot, surprisingly wet snatch.

“Please!” she whimpered despairingly. “I’m a virgin.”

More cum dribbled from my cock as she admitted her inexperience. She was so tight, I had trouble getting the second finger in, but eventually her yielding labia allowed me better access. I began a sawing motion, finger-fucking this walking wet dream, strumming my thumb on her clit. The flow of juices increased on my hands and I head her gasp. Looking up, I saw Stephanie kneeling on the bed, feeding her vast tit into MJ’s mouth. The supermodel slurped instinctively on the milk that shot into her young, sucking mouth and I heard my sister moan with sexual contentment as MJ nursed on her. I pulled out my fingers, to a distressed sound from our prey, and I tasted her juices. Delicious. I burrowed my head between her thighs and sucked from the source. My tongue swiftly explored her trimmed snatch, dipping deeply between the folds of her lips as I continued constant stimulation of her clit with my fingers. It took moments for her to orgasm, which triggered a vast jet of cum that shot from my cock. The power had sent spunk flying over her dress, but I still felt the most intense lust ever – I’d yet to truly climax, my balls were just emptying themselves like they did in a wet dream, freeing themselves up for fresh issue.

Mary Jane was gasping now, moaning then taking in a sharp breath of air. Looking up I could see why. Stephanie had ripped open the delicate bodice that contained her glorious breasts and was now feasting on her right tit. The size of MJ’s tits excited me, but it was the shape that amazed me, so very pert, topped with plump nipples that begged for me to suck them. I did so and MJ screamed in climax again as my sister and I gorged on her tit flesh, exposed in her ripped wedding dress. Repositioning myself, I realized that I was now constantly dribbling white, thick cream. When either woman did something to excite me, I pumped jism at near-climax levels and it traveled further and further up Mary Jane’s peachy thighs. This was my fantasy, to have her at my mercy, to build myself up to my limits and then drown her, cover her in mess that would drive her totally out of her mind. I didn’t just suck on Mary Jane’s tit – I felt myself letting go, brushing my cheek against the softness, biting hard into the flesh, pulling on her nipple, feeling her orgasm again as my teeth bit into the puffy mound of flesh.

Stephanie and I disengaged from MJ’s breasts simultaneously and examined our work. Her tit flesh was covered in nips and bites, both her nipples red raw. We looked at each other and nodded. Now was the time to complete the corruption of this gorgeous bitch. Stephanie took my cock in hand and MJ watched as she covered her fingers and palms with my thick, viscous cream. Then she repositioned herself behind the model, resting MJ’s head on her stomach, beneath her weeping tits, her legs splayed to either side of our prey.

“Time to get your first taste of man juice, lover,” Stephanie murmured, bringing her fingers to MJ’s mouth, forcing her to eat my cream.

She tentatively tried one finger, then hungrily slurped on the others until all were clean. I masturbated her as she did it, making sure that her fragile mind forever associated pleasure with the tasting of my cum. I felt a particularly strong jet of sperm ready itself for imminent release from my cock, so I sat up, took MJ’s lace gloved hands and guided them to encircle my cock.

“Make me cum, MJ,” I demanded and instinctively she started pulling on my hard cock, almost choking my shaft, her eyes locked upon my prick, alive with hunger, with need. It never took long to give a slut a taste for my cum.

I allowed myself to cum from her efforts, sending powerful jets of sperm flying over her abused tits and beautiful, supermodel features. Stephanie pulled off her wedding veil and I sprayed the last few remnants into her hair. I swear that I have fucked countless women and yet being masturbated to climax by this supermodel virgin was the greatest experience of orgasm I’d felt up to that point.

As MJ tried to eat as much of my cum as possible, Stephanie worked on rubbing it into her tits, sensitizing them to incredible levels. I leaned into the virgin and kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue and exploring her mouth. Now the essence of my desire flowed through my saliva into her mouth, concentrating her needs, driving her so slowly out of her mind. I broke free and realized quickly that my sperm levels were again out of control, even though I’d just had the greatest climax of my life. Stephanie stayed behind MJ, caressing her tits, kissing her head and holding her close. She looked me in the eye with an expression that said “fuck the living shit out of this bitch”.

I lifted the skirting of MJ’s dress, exposing her cum-covered thighs and the bastion of her virginity, her beautiful pussy. After what we’d done to her, she was literally dripping, the wetness smeared over her lips. I moved my cock to within an inch of MJ’s slit.

I could hear her breathing heavily, waiting for it. “Go on, Tiger,” she whispered. “Take my cherry.”

I pushed my leaking cock into her labia and easily found her sopping channel. I pushed into her incredible tightness slowly until I met her hymen. I nodded to Stephanie who began kneading MJ’s sensitised mammaries, bringing her to climax with an all mighty pinch of both nipples. As MJ screamed in rapture, I pushed through her virgin membrane and began the most frenzied, lustful fuck-thrusting ever. Each intrusion into MJ was better than climax, my cock spurting cum near constantly into my supermodel slave, super-sensitizing her entire vagina and then her anus as the puddle of my cream leaked out from her cunt and dripped onto her ass pucker.

Mary Jane Watson was in constant climax as I fucked her deeply, and eventually I felt the true power of orgasm rip through me. I lost myself in MJ’s clenching pussy, my face locking onto her sensitive left nipple. I screamed when I came, pulling off handfuls of her dress with my bare hands, biting and sucking deeply on her each of her glorious tits.

I stayed inside of her for over an hour after that cum, during which time Stephanie brought us both to multiple mini-orgasms by exercising her unparalleled oral talents on our enmeshed genitals, using every trick in the book to coax me into shooting more cream into my supermodel lover. It was the longest I had ever stayed inside a woman post climax, and I deeply enjoyed the uncontrolled spasms of her cunt milk my cock. And still I came, the sensations in her sex proving to be more than she could handle, more than she could even conceive. Within a quarter of an hour she was begging me to take it out. After 20 minutes she was thrashing about uncontrollably, the divine torture of my continuing possession of her cunt giving her more pleasure than her mind could cope with. Her struggles just provided more heavenly friction, more cum to ejaculate deep into her, more cream to drip to her super-sensitised asshole. Eventually her mind gave up attempting to deal with the pleasure. Eventually her mind shut down.

MJ had long since passed out and when I left her, I looked her over one last time to see how much the weeping virgin bride-to-be had changed in the last few hours. Sleeping fitfully was perhaps the most sexually sated woman on earth, the entire chest region of her wedding dress ripped away to expose heavily abused breasts, her legs in a seemingly permanent ‘Y’ position and cum everywhere, huge puddles beneath her red, raw snatch, which was still leaking out more. Her garter was still attached, but her panties and veil were cast aside, no longer needed. Her skin looked radiant, covered in a sheen of my cum.

I turned and walked out of the room, intent on never seeing the bitch again.

(IV) NIGHTMARES OF PSYLOCKE

I sat contemplating the plan in the monitor room of my complex, in front of me a six-by-six row of huge projection screens. Things were going better than I could possibly have imagined. The White Queen had given me access to the Hellfire Club’s taps on the X-Men’s Cerebro system, and this in turn allowed me access into the security system. I now had twenty-four hour X-TV, giving me constant feeds from each room in their mansion.

Additionally, the White Queen’s telepathic skills proved to be better than we’d ever imagined. Her reconstruction of Mary Jane’s ravaged psyche had been near total, and the model had been packed on her way, despite a curious feeling of unease I felt at her departure. I decided that I would exorcise the feeling on Emma later.

Now it was time to return to business, specifically the pursuit of the Phoenix. I plumbed a monitor into the Wild Pack comms system and assimilated the data. There had three pitched battles between Sable’s men and Phoenix herself, but she’d managed to elude capture each time. A resourceful woman. I admired her courage in the face of certain defeat, especially since her psionic powers had been lessened, thanks to a specifically designed drug that was in a dart they’d shot her with. It would soon be time to instigate the endgame, but for now I desired some fun.

I directed the X-feed to Psylocke’s room, just in time to see her return, disrobe and climb into bed. The security logs mentioned that occasionally she slept during the day and I noticed that she seemed to instantly fall into deep slumber. Psylocke’s oriental beauty was not lost on me. She was a great prize indeed, a one-of-a-kind woman, the type that I loved to dominate. The Cerebro computer files had told me everything I needed to know about her psyche and how I should go about taming her. I felt the familiar blood pulse through my cock.

Use a telepath to catch a telepath.

I mentally summoned Emma, and was gratified that she had spent considerable time grooming herself for our next encounter. Her clothing said it all. White lingerie, lacy bra, tits firmly on display, panties and stockings. I walked up to her and placed Cerebro sensor dots on her temples. Now she had full access to the X-Men’s super-computer. I saw the buzz of power spring into her mind, but Emma’s resolute gaze softened as I looked deep into her eyes.

I pointed at the Psylocke screen, where Betsy Braddock turned in her deep sleep, clutching at a pillow. “Your reality is her dream… understand? I want you to merge with her, Emma. Become her.”

Emma nodded slowly and I saw the horror cross her face as she got an inkling of what I was about to do. Nevertheless, she momentarily closed her eyes and made contact, her already impressive skills further enhanced by Cerebro, allowing her to enter Psylocke’s mind unnoticed. I witnessed both women smile as they became one.

I felt the reassuring throb of my erection as I turned to face my White Queen…then I let the madness take over. I sprang into movement, grabbing hold of Emma and pushing her violently against the wall, clawing at her clothing.

She resisted of course, but Psylocke’s ninja training was useless in Emma’s pampered body and I easily pinned her against the wall, hands above her head, my free hand yanking down her bra, then ripping off the dainty panties. My cock’s lust for cunt was unquenchable and I nudged it into her dry slit, before swiping my gooey mess over her labia. I rammed into her hard and she screamed in pain at the horrendous intrusion. I pumped into her like a maniac possessed, burying my face in her tits, biting and pulling on her nipples, making her cry like a child. I knew that she came when I came, the jets of warm spunk are genetically engineered to do just that and while Emma would know why, I knew that the effect would be devastating on Psylocke. Terror, pain, fear and ecstasy combined can tear apart the psyche. Psylocke: so strong, so resolute, so powerful, so in control. In control no longer. I felt the triumph rush through me as I allowed myself to cum, to cum hard deeply inside of Emma, triggering her own orgasm… an orgasm for each rush of hot spunk that flooded her. Reaching down, I roughly massaged her clit as I drenched her inside. I felt her body respond wildly, her cries of anguish and pleasure combining.

I pushed her face down on the floor and then parted her ass cheeks. Emma’s rectum was still virgin territory for me and I thrilled at the sensation as I forced my still-hard cock into her rear. I wasted no time burying my cock in the tight, dry channel.

As I fucked her I whispered in her ear, “How did it feel to cum for your rapist, Betsy?”

She screamed lust-inducing obscenities back at me as I reamed her anus and strummed her cum-covered, sensitive clitoris with my finger. I was making sure that Psylocke would enjoy this particular rape of her most private orifice.

I climaxed deep into her bowels and pulled out, taking my victim by the hair and pushing her mouth towards my dirty cock. “Take it in your mouth, Psylocke…”

She shook her head and tried to get away from my filthy pole, cum still dribbling from the slit on top. “No… you fucking bastard… I won’t be your slave… won’t let you… treat me like this!”

They were brave words, but I knew they were in vain. She was a slut in need of cock and after wiping my cum on her cheeks, she eagerly slurped on the glans before jacking me off steadily with both hands.

“Every time you sleep I shall come to you, Betsy, and each time I will take you by force until you beg me to be your Master.”

Psylocke’s first dreamscape rape ended her with being hosed in the face and tits by a torrent of sweet tasting cum. Her sexually contented smiles when she awoke where almost instant replaced by sorrowful sobs as she questioned the stability of her own mind. I looked at her and almost felt pity for her… a feeling that soon evaporated as I felt Emma’s animated tongue dance delicately around my anus before its sweet intrusion into my ass.

(V) THE HUNGER OF PHOENIX

Stephanie had really wanted to be the one who first took Jean Grey, and all reasonable logic backed up this decision. Considering her feelings of vulnerability, the sudden break-off of her psychic rapport with Cyclops, and the fact that men had stalked her for the last thirty-six hours, I deduced that she would best respond to another woman. And besides, the thought of the strait-laced Phoenix getting fucked by another woman, my sister no less, aroused me a great deal.

I had reviewed Jean’s psi-profile in the Cerebro files, absorbing as much information about my prey as possible. The data confirmed my earlier hypothesis that Phoenix and Cyclops were the lynchpins of the X-Men. My taking them out had destabilised the team, meaning that the remaining members would be a lot easier to pick off.

However, Jean was more important to me, or more specifically, my plans. I would need a deeply conditioned telepath of enormous stature to help me carry out the rest of my design and while the Phoenix was the only candidate for the job, a simple sexual addiction along the lines of Emma’s would not be sufficient. The White Queen had already been corrupt before I got anywhere near her, but Jean Grey was the very paragon of virtue, her mental balances perfectly devised to hold back the darker impulses that every human has. It would require a special form of conditioning to bond her to me, to corrupt her, to bring her down to my level.

I read with much interest the files on the Dark Phoenix episode. Jean no longer had (or more correctly, never really did) access to those kinds of power levels, but I was sure I could use this information in the coming days. I was particularly intrigued at how Mastermind had moulded the Phoenix to his will by appealing to her basest desires, then breaking down her principles. I was sure a similar approach would pay off here. And however much Jean tried to deny it herself, I felt sure that the darker parts of her soul were in some way connected to the Phoenix Force. I finished my contemplation and cleared my mind of all activity, summoning forth my sister in my mind’s eye. My Cerebro link and captive White Queen had quickly established Jean’s position, and Stephanie was now en route to ‘rescue’ the X-Man from a carefully staged Wild Pack strike.

I saw the scene with Stephanie’s eyes: the uniformed mercenaries chasing a limping, haggard-looking Phoenix through a scummy alley in Hell’s Kitchen, her green-gold suit ripped to shreds in places, her glorious mane of red hair matted and dirty, her eyes hollow and fearful. My sister dropped her Ferrari into gear, hit the gas and sped down the alley from the opposite direction, urging Jean to get in, before flooring it and driving straight into the Wild Pack pursuers. The escape looked convincing to me, but as Stephanie turned to face Jean, it was clear that any ruse would have worked on the X-Man. She was utterly exhausted, on the edge of collapse. Stephanie smiled to herself, knowing that Phoenix stood no chance of resisting her.

Jean Grey was in the building within the hour, in a specially prepared apartment downstairs. The drug from the dart was beginning to wear off, but it was child’s play for Stephanie to power down our latest captive. I gave her twenty minutes before my sister finally seduced her. Then she would be brought before me. Then I would begin her deeper conditioning.

I distanced myself temporarily from Stephanie and summoned my White Queen. I had to unearth Jean’s darkest lusts and Emma had already insinuated herself into our guest’s unwary mutant mind. She sat on my lap and I caressed her hair as she became one with our captive. She would act as interpreter while I linked with Stephanie and began the sexual experimentation.

“Wow… this is some place you’ve got here, Stephanie,” Jean marveled, gazing upwards at the high ceilings and fine furnishings of the apartment.

Stephanie smiled. “Everything here belongs to my brother. I’d love for you to meet him later…” she eyed Phoenix’s torn costume. “I’ll go run you a bath and find you some clothes – you look about the same size as me.”

“What’s the matter?” Jean asked – she had noticed that Stephanie was staring at her, but without her mental powers she did not realise that my sister was just struck by her incredible beauty, despite her dirty appearance.

“I… I’m sorry, Jean,” Stephanie stuttered, trying to cover her attraction. “I’ve just never seen a super heroine before.”

Phoenix smiled at the apparently innocent girl’s naiveté, and as Stephanie turned to walk away, she appreciated my sister’s body.

*Oooh* Emma’s thoughts lanced into my mind, *The mistress’s pheromones are starting to kick in…I can feel Jean’s attraction…Yessss…I bet she’s going to go for it. She’s so weak, she can’t resist it…*

Already? I realized that my sister’s power would be more potent on Phoenix in her vulnerable state, but this quickly? I speculated that Jean’s fiery side was not so heavily reigned in after the ordeal of the last few days. Indeed, it had been that part of her personality that had kept her one step ahead of my bounty hunters.

The bath had been run – a nice hot, foam bath – and Stephanie left her to jump in while she dug out a couple of dresses for our guest to try on. Retrieving the clothes, she started purposefully for the bathroom.

*Yessss… Jean’s feeling really horny… she doesn’t understand why… she’s touching her breasts now… her cunt is beginning to itch.*

I smiled to myself. Stephanie had jacked me off into the bottle of foam bath this morning and the sensitising effect of my sperm was already going to work on our lovely guest.

My sister walked into the bathroom and held both dresses up: “Smart?” she indicated, holding up one of her power suits, “or sexy?” she smiled, hoisting up a black, low cut number. Looking at Jean, she noticed the hands kneading on her breasts…a look of lust in her eyes that only deepened as the pheromones of my sister deadened her inhibitions still further.

Stephanie smiled and dropped both dresses, kneeling down beside the bath, looking Phoenix straight in the eyes. “Sexy then, I take it.”

*Her cunt’s burning now…she needs it so bad…*

Stephanie dipped her hand into the water and ran her fingers tantalizingly up Jean’s inner thighs until she reached the sweet junction of her legs, her hips bucking in need.

Jean moaned softly. “You’ve done this haven’t you? You’ve made me feel this way…”

Stephanie chuckled quietly to herself and murmured, “I’m just giving you what you really want…” as she slid two fingers, then a third into Jean’s yielding snatch, then twisted them inside.

I felt Emma arch on my lap as she telepathically enjoyed Jean’s climax. My cock’s rigidity sent it burrowing into the small of her back. I pulled her closer and lifted her mini-skirt, then began strumming on her clit rhythmically as I pushed my cock into the cleavage of her buttocks, my remaining hand snaking up to molest her breasts through her bra.

As Jean came down from her climax, she rose slightly from the bath, leaning forward to engage my sister in a deep, searching kiss, her soaking hands seeking out Stephanie’s E-cup breasts.

*Jean’s surrendered to her lust…she seeks to dominate…she wants to control.*

I started thrusting into Emma’s ass cleavage. “More! Go deeper. What does she want…what is she afraid of giving into? Tell me!”

Jean broke the kiss and stared deeply into my sister’s eyes. “I… I… I want to see you naked, Stephanie.”

*Uncertainty… her principles are coming back… she’s thinking about Scott… her marriage vows…"

Stephanie revealed a tantalizing amount of cleavage to her new lover, then pulled her blouse off completely, exposing her perfect breasts to the Phoenix.

*Oh fuck, she’s so beautiful!*

Jean hesitantly moved forward, licking her new lover’s breasts, then began lavishing attention on her nipples, worrying and sucking them…sucking them hard. Stephanie moaned as she felt her breasts dribble milk into Jean’s mouth, and pulled her head closer.

*Oh god… she’s lactating… her milk…*

My sister’s milk would drive her crazy…it was supplemented by a concentration of lust-inducing chemicals that would help us to break her will for good. She couldn’t get enough of it. Just like her husband.

*I… I can feel the darkness… the evil inside… no… no… NO!*

In a surprising display of strength, Jean pulled the object of her lust into the water with her. I could sense an element of fear in Stephanie as she was pushed violently to the edge of the bath. Through my sister’s eyes, I could see a new, vindictive look in the Phoenix’s eyes. I’d never seen such a response from any prey before. It aroused me deeply and I subconsciously sought out the ring of Emma’s sphincter, now moistened with my cum. My White Queen sensed my desire and quickly engulfed my hard pole in her tight rectum. Simultaneously, I pushed her down and thrust hard. She hissed in pain.

“What’s the matter, lover?” Jean purred as she closed in, rubbing her breasts against Stephanie’s, a new element of menace in her voice. “Afraid of the Phoenix?”

Stephanie felt Jean splice her legs with her own, rubbing her pussy with her thigh as Phoenix ground her own on Stephanie’s trapped leg. My cock grew impossibly hard as, through Stephanie, I sensed Jean’s emergent malevolence.

“Come on, Jean… fuck me! Please make me cum!”

Jean upped the leg rubbing, making Stephanie groan as she did. I could sense the nearness of her orgasm and so could Phoenix…but how?

“Brave words, sweetheart… but I can sense what you are and what you can do…” Jean’s fingers slipped down to Stephanie’s cunt and massaged her clit, as her thigh continued its silky smooth caress over the open petals of her labia.

*Her powers are somehow returning… but only on a base, instinctual level…*

I sensed Stephanie’s powerlessness as Jean took over, bringing her ever closer to orgasm. Phoenix lifted my sister’s hands and hotly tongued each armpit. “Your musk makes me so much stronger, lover.”

*Yes… stronger… much stronger… in control… fuck her!*

Jean surprised my sister by quickly lifting her out of the bath and perching her on the ledge, opening her thighs and delicately licked up towards Stephanie’s sopping cunt. With each touch, Stephanie shivered, a new feeling of sexual impotence scaring her. As Jean’s dominance increased, my arousal heightened. I continued a frenzied pumping into my slave, aware that I was dribbling my own juices profusely. The sensitising effect would be driving Emma mad, but I did not care.

My sister screamed when Jean finally reached her clit, sucking and biting down on it hard. She should have come then and there, but curiously didn’t. Jean busied herself on digging deep into Stephanie’s pussy with her tongue, using her fingers to hold the labia apart as she sucked on my sister’s cunt and pushed her tongue deeply inside, ladling out the flowing juices.

“Need… must… gotta cum!” Stephanie whimpered, but Jean only continued the relentless plundering of her womanhood. My sister was begging for orgasm like all the whores I’d fucked in the past. Somehow, Jean was feeding on her. Her lust was growing exponentially.

*Can’t… arghhhhh!* Emma broke off our telepathic link and grunted loudly as she came, drenching me in her female ejaculate, the first time she’d ever cum that hard. She passed out with my cock still in her ass, the power of Jean’s mind too much for her. I held her in place and continued fucking her.

Finally, Jean disengaged, looking almost with amusement at my sister, who could sense the tangible sexual power of Phoenix fresh from her feast. She swam back to the other end of the large bath on her back, always maintaining eye contact. “Come here.”

I felt the power of Jean’s summons, the submission of my powerful sister to her superior when she instantly complied. “You’ve made me do things I’ve been scared to do all my life… you’ve forced my powers and my sex to become one, sweetie… I’ve been terrified of this for so long… but now, don’t you see? It makes me the most powerful woman on Earth. Here… let me show you.”

Jean pulled my sister close and spread her legs. She moved closer, tit to tit, pussy to pussy. She hungrily devoured my sister’s lips and thrust her hips against her lover’s. Locked into Jean’s kiss, Stephanie struggled as she felt… penetration. In her ass and pussy she simultaneously felt the same deep questing tongue as in her mouth, and the feeling was beyond description. An unearthly glow surrounded Jean and slowly the Phoenix firebird construct gathered around her. The penetration continued and Jean moved into Stephanie’s mind, touching it with an ecstasy that my sister had never felt before, not even from my own abuse of her body.

Emma tumbled to the floor as I lost grip of her, but she was no longer required anyway. Despite only feeling a fraction of what Stephanie did, I fountained into the air with the most piercing climax I could muster. Stephanie and I screamed as one when the orgasm hit us, and I felt the deepest, basest lusts coursing through my mind. Through the haze, I could see Jean’s glowing crotch thrust deeply into my sister and she was cumming too, the fiery bird around her subsiding as her orgasm lessened into nothing.

I pulled out of Stephanie’s mind as she passed out and quickly looked up at the monitor which showed the post-orgasmic tableau. What started as a grin on Phoenix’s face turned to sudden sadness and she started to cry as the sanity returned to her mind. Despite the climax I yearned to cover her in cum, tit-fuck her and rape her every orifice as she begged for it.

Needing an immediate sexual release again, I ripped off Emma’s bra and buried my weeping cock in her cleavage. As she started to moan and awaken, I drenched her tits and face. I could feel Jean’s malevolence somehow transferring into me and I pinned Emma down as she struggled to get free. I roughly squeezed her tits and rubbed in the cum, knowing the effect it would have. Within minutes, I was smiling with glee as the White Queen screamed in pain at the white hot feelings that speared through her breasts, my super-sensitizing jism ripping her nerves apart.

Then, suddenly, from the doorway I heard sobs.

"You! What have you done to me?"

Jean Grey collapsed onto the floor, shaking with tears and remorse. After the exquisite torture of the White Queen, I was on the point of release for the third time in half an hour. I walked over to Phoenix, lifting her head level to my erect, cum-coated cock.

I saw the sadness in her eyes replaced with a glint of power lust as she sucked my cum-spewing prick into her mouth. I’d started to orgasm even before those gorgeous, pouting lips fully enveloped my dick, and I thrust savagely into her clenching, teasing orifice, exposing her to my cream.

(VI) STEPHANIE'S SUCCESSOR

In the clarity that came after my release, I knew that something had gone wrong. Why had my sister succumbed to the Phoenix? Where did these powers come from, when I had personally felt Stephanie dull that part of her mind? I pulled Jean away from Emma’s tits, where she had resumed feasting on my cum after my own supply ran out. I demanded answers and I got them.

Jean laughed at my clumsy questioning. “Oh dear,” she smiled. “You’re not even sure what you’re capable of, are you?”

Up to this point, I hadn’t had any worries about my capabilities, but with Jean it was so different. I didn’t know what to think. How could I take the plan any further if I was not even sure of my own powers?

“I felt your hunger, your desire, as soon as I was in the water. I felt your cum attacking me, arousing me, tempting me into the darker recesses of my mind. It was you that opened those up for me. It was your personal lust for me to be like this that turned me.”

“I know my sperm has certain… addictive and sensitising properties… but it’s never gone this far before. It’s never done so much.”

She smiled that malevolent smile and chuckled to herself.

“That’s because you’ve never desired someone as much as you lust for me,” she stated matter-of-factly. “You wanted me to dominate Stephanie, you wanted me to gain power from her, you wanted me to fuck the superiority out of her.”

I struggled to grasp the concept. Jean nodded as I looked her in the eye, the realisation suddenly dawning.

“Uh-huh, that’s right, lover, your cum has the effect you want it to have,” Jean smiled. “The scope of your desire has never had such a deep foundation as it has with me. Hence the different result.”

Satisfied with her explanation, Jean moved back down to Emma’s face, and started to lick her cheeks, scooping up my cream with her tongue. Having experienced Jean’s power close-up, Emma lay transfixed, shaking at the power of her old adversary.

I found the sight deeply exciting. “Haven’t you had enough yet?”

“The old Jean Grey is fighting back. The elation I get from your cum drives her back…again, it’s another manifestation of your lust. You desire to bend me to your will, to break me.”

“This has never happened before…”

Phoenix looked at me and smiled. “Are you absolutely sure about that? Really?”

I nodded emphatically, to which Phoenix shook her head sadly. She got up and walked to me, my eyes looked to her swaying breasts, nipples erect. She grasped my temples and stared straight into my mind.

“Let’s go back, lover, back.”

My mind blurred, my vision blackened, and suddenly…

I am elsewhere. It’s Christmas, two years ago. I’m 14 years old. I’m sitting in my bedroom, masturbating furiously, my eyes shut. I’m also standing at the door, in front of Jean, and we’re both watching my younger self. Phoenix has taken us to the Astral Plane, molding it around my memories.

Phoenix has one hand snaked around on my chest, the other cupping my groin. “What’s going on here, lover?”

I’m looking at myself, so desperate to come. “I’ve just seen Stephanie step naked from the shower. I saw her titties, her beautiful pussy. I can’t control myself… I’ve got to cum so badly.”

The younger me is moaning in frustration, my face is reddening. I’m starting to cry.

Jean intensifies the massage on my groin, moving her spare hand down to surround my erect organ and start a purposeful jacking off movement. “Why are you crying?”

“I can’t cum. I don’t know why… I’ve never felt so horny. It just won’t shoot. I need it so badly…”

I hear a gasp from beside me… the 14-year-old Stephanie has just walked in, towel wrapped tightly around her teenaged curves.

“Miles!” she exclaims, eyes locked on my violent cock strumming.

Jean continued masturbating me as I watch myself look up in shock, before I see an unfathomable evil cross my face. I get up, my saliva-lubricated cock jutting into the air. I lose myself in the feeling of Jean’s hands as I watch myself rip off the towel protecting Stephanie’s modesty, pin her to the floor and clumsily force myself inside my virgin sister, as she struggles beneath me. The rape is quick and more brutal than I remember it. She doesn’t scream, she just whimpers as I slam myself into her, busying myself on her tits as I feel myself build up to climax. I see all resistance leave my sister as the cum fills her and then it becomes all so clear.

“Your sister isn’t a mutant, lover,” Jean murmurs in my ear, slowing her jerking motion. “You gave her your powers and refined what you wanted from her with each subsequent fuck…when I took her it was what you wanted… you gave your own slut sister to me, sweetheart…”

And with that, the vision vanished and we were back in the monitor room, everything now so clear. My cock throbbed with an unholy lust and Jean recognised it immediately.

“Get your whore to blow you,” she spat with contempt, pointing at Emma’s huddled form. “Because when we fuck, you’re going to need to know exactly what you want from me. Do me casually and I’ll just be another toy to join your legion, like Ms Frost here. Build yourself up for me, think about me, desire me, shape me in your mind. Make me your slave, but give the Phoenix the rebirth she needs.”

I looked at the fearful White Queen with sexual intent and she crawled towards me on her hands and knees, before beginning her oral magic.

Jean pointed down at the enslaved bitch. “When she’s done, lock me away and allow the real Jean Grey to retake this body. Starve yourself of all physical release. Think only of me and what you want of me. Masturbate for me but deny yourself orgasm. When you are even hornier than you were when you took your sister for the first time, come to me.”

Emma’s head was exquisite, as always. Her tongue danced around the beet red tip of my cock, the sloppy sucking sounds turned me on ever more, the perfect application of oral suction taking me right to the edge. But I didn’t cum. The White Queen’s cock-teasing was second to none but my eyes were locked on Jean’s as I reached the brink.

Phoenix broke from my gaze and clasped her head, seemingly in pain.

“She… she’s fighting again… so strong… I can’t… ” she concentrated then looked at me with her last moment of evil clarity. “You need to destroy her mind before taking her body. Take all meaning from her life then allow her to accept me… to make me eternal! I can be the most powerful woman on Earth… your consort… your lover… you need me!”

Emma used her hands to aid in adding exquisite sensations to her oral powers, but it was no good. As Phoenix’s internal conflicts overtook her and collapsed her mind, I humped hard into the White Queen’s mouth, desperately seeking that one final release before preparing myself for the ultimate fuck seduction. But for the first time in two years I could not cum, regardless of the strength of my lust, the urge to bathe her face with my cream.

It had begun.

(VII) THE DEATH OF JEAN GREY

Two days had passed since Jean Grey had touched my mind and revealed the incredible truth to me. In that time I had remained in my private sanctum, meditating, planning, fantasising…masturbating. From my psychic rapport with Stephanie, I had a dim awareness that she had left the Towers, probably eager to seek out fresh meat to enjoy, to re-impose her sexual superiority over men and women. I suspected that this time women would be singled out for her pleasure, to blot out the humiliation of her defeat at Jean’s hands, but it mattered little to me.

For two days I had felt near uncontrollable lust for Jean, an urge to be inside of her, cumming continuously, moulding her, shaping her. Making her my perfect consort. I knew that inside of her was a being of immense sexual potential; despite only being with her for less than an hour, she had already taught me so much. And I had no doubts as to why Jean kept this aspect of her personality deep within herself, safely repressed. It was evil, sheer evil, that expressed itself through her unleashed sexuality.

Truly she was my match, my complement. Together we would be unstoppable.

I spent many hours contemplating how to best manipulate her evil, how to enhance her powers so as to augment my own. But I knew that simply fucking her cunt would not bring about the transformation I wanted. The darker Jean was right; to truly make her mine I would have to effectively murder that part of her mind which currently enjoyed control.

I learned to harness the lust-madness that consumed my mind. I used it to come up with 10,000 different ways to humiliate and dehumanise Jean Grey. I smiled and laughed as the insanity grew, as the plans for her debasement became ever more elaborate. Finally I knew how to shatter her.

I summoned the White Queen, who arrived looking hornier than I’d ever seen her. She needed cum badly but I was not the man to give it to her.

“Have the Phoenix prepared,” I ordered and slowly she turned away, shoulders slumped as the realisation that she wouldn’t get my sex hit her.

“Wait!” I barked. Instantly she turned around. “How have you felt without me, my Emma?”

“I am… incomplete. Were it not for your order to telepathically take Psylocke, I would not have managed to cope Sir.”

She wasn’t joking. The White Queen had grown accustomed to taking load after load of my orgasm. I would have to address this problem – the more of these bitches I enjoyed, the more I would have to service. Each had their own charms, but even I wouldn’t be able to keep them all happy.

"How have you entertained Ms Braddock?" I inquired, eager to know what horrors Emma had inflicted on her.

She sat down before me, looking more than succulent in her white negligee.

“I gave her our first sexual encounter. I had her drugged, tit-fucked and face-fucked until your cum ran out her nose. I made her submit the way you made me submit.” She then moaned as the reminiscences flooded her mind. “She will be your whore now with no questions asked. She will give herself to you. She will beg for you.”

“You enjoyed it,” I stated. “You desire her.”

"Yessss…" She murmured, stroking herself. "But I need you. I need your cum. Please… please!"

She was shaking now, the need deeper than ever. I had not seen naked greed for sex like this since the day Stephanie came to me, begging me to repeat the rape of her ripe young cunt.

I ignored her. “Have you prepared Phoenix?”

She nodded, then turned to me and continued her begging. She made herself look fucking alluring – the swell of her tits through her tight lingerie, the clear exposure of her weeping pussy, the circling of her tongue around her pouting lips. I had never seen a woman more desperate for my cum. But she would have to wait.

I felt the surge just then, the need for sexual completion with my chosen consort. I rode the wave of it, my mind never clearer. I strode purposefully towards the chamber that contained my Phoenix, the White Queen following behind me. She would be a required element of my mental and physical rape of Jean Grey and she shadowed me eagerly, desperate for some kind of sexual release, anything to dull the edge of her lust for my semen.

Emma had prepared her well. Jean lay spread-eagled on the bed, clad only in black, lacy lingerie, which accentuated her curves, presented her breasts and provided sweet teasing by barely covering the pussy I would be driving myself into in due course. The cock throb I felt became even more pronounced, another feeling I had not experienced since the day two years ago when I had first discovered my terrible capabilities.

“Hello, Jean.”

“You… you… let me out of here!” her voice was desperate, demanding, tinged with the terror that she knew was coming. If she were a fully aware Jean Grey, I am sure she would’ve be able to resist the coming torture, but in her current state she was more… pliable.

“All your life, you’ve struggled to hold back your darker aspect. You fear me because I’ve exposed it. You know how powerful it is, what it will do to you. It expresses itself through your sex.”

“You don’t know anything!”

“That’s why poor Cyclops never got the best out of his beautiful wife. You were scared of letting your perversions run riot. Tonight we shall explore them together. I shall let your dark side take over.”

“You don’t know what you’re doing… don’t do it!”

“If it wasn’t for you, Jean, I wouldn’t be able to. But you taught me that I have the power to do absolutely anything I want to any woman I please,” I felt my cock pulse and the delicious sensation of pre-cum oozing from my glans.

I uncovered each of her delectable mounds as she whimpered in fear below me. I scooped up tiny droplets of my juice and allowed it to drop onto each of her beautiful tits, catching her square on her nipples. With each contact she gasped, her hips bucking, her back unconsciously arching, ready for more, wanting more – the first physical betrayal.

“Feel it, Jean. Feel the lust for me. Know that the sensations increase as you resist me.”

“No! Arghhh!”

I heard her genuine pain and grew more aroused. Glancing down at my cock, I noted with admiration that it was more swollen then ever before, the head a deep purple, clear viscous fluid running down the side.

“Only your love for the X-Men and your husband stops you from giving yourself to me, Jean. But, ironically, it’s what’s going to make you my consort.”

“Never!” she hissed. “It’s what will defeat you!”

Defiant little bitch. “Come now, Jean. Let’s face facts: you’re here, powerless. The White Queen is my slave. Poor Psylocke has been mentally raped night after night… and now she begs for physical fulfillment. You telepaths are the only ones who could prevent me from breaking you all… but you’re all mine. All of you.”

“We… will… b-beat… you!”

I leaned close to her, allowing her to sense my musk, the smell she would be bonding to once her mind was broken.

“Fucking Rogue will be simplicity, you know that. Can you imagine how grateful she will be for her first real sex? So who does that leave? Jubilee? She isn’t too young for me, you know. I love fucking virgin pussy…”

“You… fucking pervert!”

“Come on, Jean, admit it, it’s only your hang-ups that stop you from having Storm yourself! She’d never turn you down, you know it. And Psylocke would fuck anything that moved… wouldn’t she love to dominate you, make you cum as she ground her cunt into your face… anything to make up for the fact that Scott chose you and not her.”

Jean was shaking her head, trying to block out the images in my mind, which Emma covertly transferred into her. The imagery, combined with the maddening sexual itch on her nipples, was starting to unhinge her mind. I took more of the leaking precum from my cock, and left a trail under her nose. The physical expression of my unfulfilled lust burned into her mind and she screamed. But she still hung on.

“How does it feel to have all the X-Men lusting after you, Jean? Storm wants it, Rogue would if she could, and little Jubilee would love to explore the body she desires to grow up into.”

“You…you don’t…don’t know anything about us!” She was losing coherence now, and her body was a blur of bucking and convulsions next to me. “We’re not like that!”

I was a man possessed, a man whose cock yearned for cunt in the most primal way. It took every effort of willpower to stop myself from ripping off her panties and burying myself in her. More precum leaked down my cock and I collected a small part of it, pulling her underwear down a tad and dripping it into her tangle of red pubic hair. The sensation caused her to continually shout the word "NO!", as it travelled down and coated the exposed clitoris. I owned her body now.

“Your team-mates just want to fuck you, Jean, you know it and so do I… Wolverine would get inside you in a second if you’d let him. I’m sure you’ve felt Gambit’s desire for you. Why don’t you let them both have you, my Phoenix, one in the mouth and one in the cunt.”

“NO!”

“Even Xavier wants to coat the inside your pussy with his cum, Jean. Tell me it isn’t true!”

“I… I… No… I… NO!”

“You’re so strait-laced, my Phoenix, but I’m going to be the first man ever to take you to the heights of sexual release… you’ve never let yourself cum when Cyclops fucked you, have you? Why didn’t you let him go down on you? Why did you never take his cock into your mouth? Why did he have to go elsewhere to seek sexual fulfillment?”

This was the key. I moved my hand into her panties, slipping two fingers easily into her cunt. I rubbed frantically, circling her prominent clit with my thumb.

“He… would… never!”

Emma moved forward and intensified the link between the three of us, and I poured Stephanie’s seduction experience into my Phoenix’s mind. The flash of cleavage… the intoxicating smell… the ‘fuck me’ look… the opening door… the brutal intrusion… the flush of climax… the oral sex… the… pain!

“YOU KILLED HIM!” she screamed between sobs of sorrow, the resistance crumbling, the rise of her climax biting into her mind, despite the realisation that Cyclops was now dead.

Her mind numbed before me and I could feel Jean Grey dying beneath me as her body grew taut from my masturbation. All at once, I heard a cry of sexual ecstasy escape her lips and my hand was flooded as she came hard, the first time ever that a man had done this to her. I ripped off the bra and panties and Emma untied her.

Never before had I felt a sense of impending… completion. The Phoenix was dead and with my sex, she would arise from the ashes in a new image, taking her place as my true consort. The torture was finally reaching an end as my neglected cock snaked up between her thighs, drooling liquid lust on her skin as it sought its most cherished destination. As I pushed inside her, I felt the oozing precum become thicker and creamier and realised that my cock’s capability for climax had returned. The Phoenix was my canvas, and through orgasm I would create a work of art… a work of sexual evil.

(VIII) TRANSFORMATION

Cum travelled leisurely through the root of my cock and lazily pooled in Phoenix’s inner lips, a testament to the delicious friction as I pulled out of her cunt, my tool coated in the thickest, most luxuriant juices I’ve ever coaxed out of a woman. She sighed beneath me, her legs still wrapped around me, her body unable to fully release me from the sexual embrace.

I lay on top of her, my chest mashed against her voluminous tits, her nipples still thrilling me as her smooth movements rubbed them through my sparse hair. My eyes were locked on hers, I couldn’t escape their searching intelligence, coupled with the lidded look of post-orgasmic contentment.

She smiled at me, knowing that we were now one, realising that her life would never be the same again, understanding that she had been given power beyond the comprehension of the old Jean Grey. My Dark Phoenix had changed beneath my thrusts, both physically and mentally.

I remembered the delicious sensations of her already tight cunt taking shape around my cock as I fucked deeper into her, knowing that my lust for her was physically changing her to further enhance our sexual compatibility. When I came hard within the tight confines of her exceptional cleavage, I felt her breasts rise and tighten, expanding slightly to further conform to my vision of sexual perfection. Her nipples grew larger and I felt a lance of concentrated lust course through my body again as tiny droplets of milk gathered on each magnificent crown.

When she took my cum and rubbed it into her face, I could visibly see the tiny ravages of time erased from her features, and as I smeared my drooling cock on her lips, I detected a slightly more pronounced pout take shape before my eyes. Then she engulfed me, tasting and teasing me.

No matter how much jism erupted from my dick, there was always more to come, but what orgasms I had felt were as nothing to the final, true, climax we shared. Our bodies locked together, our thrusting perfectly coordinated, her perfect snatch milking me from within. When I felt the orgasm begin, I gave her everything I had – I felt my powers replicate in her mind and body as she hit her own sexual heights, her back arched beneath me, her head thrown back, her tits thrust into my face. I bit down hard on her nipples as her cunt flushed its juices over my prick and her breasts surrendered their precious load to my sucking mouth.

I turned over and lay on my back, pulling her with me, that magnificent mane of red hair on my chest, those incredible tits flush with my cock, one of her nipples teasing the underside of my scrotum.

“You actually did it,” she breathed huskily. “You drove out Jean Grey from her own mind.”

“I couldn’t have done it without the information you gave me, lover,” I replied, caressing her scalp and toying with her hair.

She laughed quietly, but it was a new, sinister-sounding chuckle that turned me on immensely.

“We’re going to do it together,” she whispered. “We’ll make them all our slaves… the X-Men, the Avengers… we’ll take them all of them. I can feel your powers within me… you realised that only by sharing everything with me would I become the consort you so desire.”

“How do you feel?” I inquired, curious as to how pronounced her mental transformation had become.

She looked up into my eyes, “Insatiable… unstoppable… I feel dirty… evil…”

My cock jerked beneath her and I instantly felt one of her soft hands begin a wonderful masturbation technique that made me gasp in surprise. Hands had never felt so good as they did when the second joined forces with the first, so soft yet so purposeful. I shut my eyes and let the sensations flow through me.

“I don’t think you truly know the full extent of the changes you’ve put me through,” she purred, moving down, each breast teasing one of my thighs. “Let me show you… Master.”

Looking down I saw her elbows on either side of my hips, her forearms a pyramid around my cock. I heavily spurted straight into her mouth as I saw her head descend upon my pole, taking me deeply and near completely in a single motion. The feeling was indescribably good, I felt her circle and bob her warm wetness around my cock, the icing on the cake coming from an incredible humming that issued from her throat. Her throat, god! She took me even deeper, right down into her clenching windpipe, perfectly regulating the gag reflex to bring me immeasurable pleasure.

But there was something else too. Her breasts leaked milk profusely over my thighs, the warm fluids sensitising the area to a new degree, and I noticed her hips desperately seeking friction. Regardless of the frustration she felt from not finding it, I knew her climax was approaching. How? The answer hit me as my cock passed the point of no return – huge globs of cum blasted into her mouth and I roared my pleasure at the stunning sensations passing through my cock and balls as they were expertly drained. Then I saw the grip of orgasm take my Dark Phoenix, and as she feasted on the dregs of my orgasm, she opened her mouth slightly to the most incredible sight I’d ever seen. Copious jets of what looked like thick saliva spurted from the sides of those perfect lips, mixing with my own sperm, pooling over my cock.

I realised that I had given my consort the ability to orgasm orally, with a tangible release, and despite the disturbing effect, I found it a huge turn on. She pulled herself up, sensitising my chest with her perfect globes as she rubbed them against me on her way up, then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, allowing me to taste her new ejaculate. As I savoured and drank in the taste, her words echoed through my mind.

I don’t think you truly know the full extent of the changes you’ve put me through…

End of Book One

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