SUBMISSION AGENDA 07:

FINAL SUBMISSION

Miles and his allies have annihilated the X-Men and the Fantastic Four and torn the heart out of the Avengers. Now the remnants of Earth’s Mightiest Super Heroes are put to the test as the existence of the Submission Agenda is finally brought out into the open.

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(XXXVI) EXPOSURE

I had expected some element of reaction by now… anything. After all, the world's heroes were dropping like flies, disappearances occurring one after another, tragedy following tragedy. What heroes remained in New York City were now being spread very thin. The Avengers were required nationwide as the world's basest villains tried their luck in the country of opportunity.

Curiously, the major villains appeared to be taking themselves out… something even I had not anticipated. Word had reached me that both Magneto and Apocalypse had perished in a massive battle that took place on the moon. All that remained of these mutant powerhouses could now be seen by the naked eye from here on Earth – a dark, black patch on the cratered surface of the moon. Whatever had occurred up there had been a titanic struggle.

True, the USA was now a grim place, the balance of super-power tipped drastically due to my machinations. I knew that someone out there had to be questioning why this had happened… how this had happened. Surely it couldn't have been seen merely as a bizarre series of extraordinary coincidences? I half expected someone like Doctor Strange to launch an attack (especially considering my current schemes), maybe even a guy like Spider-Man, who'd often shown a level of intellect that, combined with his physical prowess, had kept him in the game. And of course, there was Xavier himself… lost since the Operation Zero Tolerance days. Where was he? I had expended a great deal of effort in attempting to locate him. Somehow, even with the combined powers of the greatest psis on Earth, he continued to evade me. If he was still alive, that is.

Every day I lived almost in anticipation of an attack. Someone had to have pieced together the clues by now. The members who frequented the Hellfire Club would have spilled their guts by now, surely? Word was getting around the upper echelons of society of the unique nature of the club… membership was reaching an all-time high. The whores had never been busier… or dirtier.

I hate being right all the time. Someone had pieced the clues together. Someone I never thought would pose me more than a tiny threat. The doorman had shown her in, informed me of her presence and asked whether I would receive her. I smiled. Of course I would… Finally, the chance to gloat over the grand design I had unleashed upon the world. Fear of attack was now the last thing on my mind. It was more of an opportunity than a problem – an experience I would savour.

I received her warmly, taking her into my inner sanctum. Three rooms, characterised by the Edwardian oak paneling peculiar to this old building – my office, my bathroom and my bedroom. Not half as spacious or welcoming as my Bedford Towers domicile… but more than enough for the purposes of the Agenda.

“I have to admit that I was expecting a visit from the costumed community sooner or later,” I offered, pointing her to sit down. “Tea? Some light refreshment perhaps?”

“I know what you're doing,” she remarked coldly, refusing my hospitality. “I've been given leave from the Avengers to investigate how everything's gone… wrong. It all leads here.”

I nodded, and sat behind my desk, resting my head on my hands, contemplating my guest. Janet Pym was indeed a beautiful woman. She sat before me in full costume – a jet-black catsuit with a golden "W" across her breasts. Her wings were quite beautiful; they sat high on her back, moving of their own volition. Translucent, light…how could they support her bodyweight? I'd seen her fly before, of course – such grace and agility. Her face was classically beautiful, almost in a kind of fifties movie star kind of way and her hair… a dark red bob, framing her features perfectly.

I sighed.

“You're right of course, Ms Pym,” I replied, smiling. “It was I who took down the X-Men, split the Fantastic Four, and started this unholy war you're waging right now. Me, a dumb punk kid. I've never had an axe to grind with any of you, but I will be responsible for all of your downfalls. Trust me.”

She smiled, not knowing whether I was being serious or not. I loved that look in her eyes – she could only see me as a sixteen-year-old kid, not some threatening super-villain responsible for the biggest crisis her world had ever faced.

“You know… two weeks ago I would have laughed at you. To see you on the street, you're nothing. A nobody. And yet… yet…”

“And yet here I am, sitting in the seat of the Black King of the Hellfire Club. Here I sit gloating about having seen to the destruction of the X-Men and the Fantastic Four… amongst others. And I think you know who's next.”

There was a supreme confidence and arrogance in my voice… at least that's the way I'm sure it sounded to her, but the bottom line is that it was more of an assuredness. I knew exactly how this was going to play out now. My relationship with the Phoenix Force was now so intimate that I'd begun to experience precognitive flashes. I'd left the Phoenix herself far behind in the exercise of her power. I was starting to see the future.

“The defeat of the X-Men was where I began,” she started, her eyes locked on me, always ready for action. She was anticipating a fight. “I looked up their enemies one by one… When it came to my investigation of the Hellfire Club, you can tell I was quite surprised by my findings. A whole new Inner Circle, Jean Grey sighted in the building… and then there was…”

She had stopped. I could see her blushing slightly. Her head bowed slightly before she regained her composure and stared me in the face.

“Maybe you are referring to the uncharacteristic behaviour of some of your old friends,” I smiled, enjoying the moment. “Perhaps you've heard stories of how some of the most powerful heroines you've ever met have been reduced to common whores. I bet the Black Cat's sudden descent into hardcore pornography caught your eye. Maybe you've heard of the services being offered here…? How seemingly the Invisible Woman herself is selling her old allies to the country's most influential people.”

She gasped, eyes wide open. Perhaps now she knew how much trouble she was in. It had been an oh-so-simple matter to scan her mind, to bring forth her evidence…to see the simplicity of her plan to bring me to justice.

“We can stop you. We're the Avengers…”

“And I'm a telepath, Janet,” I replied, cutting her short. “Perhaps the most powerful on the planet. I can see the trail of evidence that brought you to my door. I can see how you plan to get your husband on the inside, whilst your colleague, the Black Widow, attempts to gain admission from the outside. A mad scheme to release the slaves and capture me. Everything about your pathetic little strike is as clear as crystal to me. Do you really think I would allow you to perpetrate this?”

“Even if I fail, the Avengers have my investigation on record! They'll see!”

She was very anxious now – on the verge of attacking me physically. Such a predictable creature. But such spirit. Such energy. She would serve admirably in the latest of my additions to the Hellfire Club – The Pit.

“Ah yes… the Avengers,” I smirked. “What's left of them? Captain America's still missing. Iron Man's dead. Thor's disappeared. And I must say that the Scarlet Witch is one of the most exciting women I've ever had the pleasure of debasing. What agents you have remaining are in dire peril even as we speak. Your husband's life is in the balance even now, Janet. I have slaves in Avengers Mansion itself and right now Dr Pym's having the time of his life. A life about to be brought to an end. Perhaps you'd care to witness it. Maybe you can beg for your husband's life.”

The moment I had detected the Wasp's arrival I was aware of her plans. At this point I'd mentally commanded Warbird and Firestar to entertain her husband. I smiled at the pleasant mental sensations of pure evil as I touched Carol's mind. My eyes fixed on the Wasp as I made the link between us. Her scream of “NO!” as she felt the dark malice flood her mind. It would be her first experience of the evil that she would soon be a slave to.

****

“You're a handsome man, Dr Pym,” Angelica Jones stated sweetly, entering Giant-Man's lab deep in the bowels of Avengers Mansion, Carol watching from the shadows. “It's not really very often that I see you out of your uniform.”

Hank Pym looked up from his experiment, checking his watch quickly. He had less than twenty minutes before his scheduled rendezvous with his wife. He noticed Firestar out of the corner of his eye.

“Is there anything I can help you with, Firestar?” he asked almost dismissively. He needed to finish his experiment quickly… but the chemicals were volatile – he had to be careful. “I'm kinda busy at the moment.”

“I was… I was…looking for your wife, sir,” she replied sweetly. “The last time we were together, she was… helping me with my costume.”

The innuendo was deeply accentuated in Angelica's voice… husky and playful. Hank looked up. He saw that Firestar was in uniform, but it was the recently redesigned uniform his wife had created for the young heroine – a yellow suit with a flame motif across the breasts… but with a plunging neckline. He had told Jan that she would not like it, that she wasn't as daring as his wife was, but she'd had none of it. He'd been right of course, the young girl adapting the costume to cover her cleavage, but now she'd reverted to Jan's more sluttish design.

“I'm sorry, Angelica…but I… I r-really think your modifications to Jan's designs were for the better,” Hank stuttered, his gaze caught in the breast flesh revealed to him by the young girl. Was it his imagination or had more been revealed to his gaze?

Angelica smiled an innocent smile, sidling up to the celebrated scientist and hero. It had been a simple matter for her alien symbiote to shift into the form of her old uniform.

“Your wife disagreed, sir,” she replied, breathing heavily. “She was very angry with what I'd done. She told me to give the uniform back… she stripped it from me with her stings. And then she… she… forced me against the wall… and…”

Hank couldn't believe his ears. This was so unlike Jan… and yet she was angry. He knew how hot she got when she was angry… how that fire became passion so easily. But with a young girl?

“She kissed me…and more…”

Pym stared down at the young girl's breasts. Now it seemed as if even more of her firm young tit flesh was open to the air. He couldn't really blame his wife for wanting a piece of this, he reasoned.

I could feel Janet Pym scream in her mind. Her husband thought she was a lesbian… a rapist… and he was no better.

I smiled to myself. Neither of them knew of the micro-thin filament of symbiote that was taking control of Pym's mind, feeding him with the dark desires of Firestar's twisted psyche.

“What did she do, sweetheart?” he asked, pulling Angelica close, running his fingers through her glorious mane of red hair.

“She touched me, sir.”

Sir…he liked it. Like a teacher, like…like a master. The girl was weeping in his arms, shaking uncontrollably. While some part of his mind sought to comfort the girl, malevolent thoughts soaked into his mind. She was so vulnerable, so alone, so fucking… sexy. With a body like that no wonder Jan had been tempted. The girl was a walking whore… A slut made for the dirtiest, cheapest kind of fucking. He smiled evilly, moving his hand through her hair, down across her shoulder… over her tit. He pulled the costume aside, sighing as he cupped the warm, firm flesh of her tit.

“She touched you like this?”

“Fuck yessss…” Angelica hissed, feeling her nipples grow bloated under Pym's rough ministrations. “But she did it harder, sir.”

Harder! Pym became irrationally angry…his wife knew how to handle this bitch better than he did. Well he'd show her. Show her and this horny little slut exactly what he could do. He raised the palm of his hand, bringing the flat of it down hard on Angelica's exposed tit flesh, feeling his own erection grow more powerful as she screamed in pain. A rush of power and satisfaction flooded his body… the alien symbiote feeding with him evil emotion as he pinched her engorged nipple hard and savagely yanked it. A little stream of milk coated his fingers. Angelica began to cry.

I could sense the disbelief in Janet Pym's mind as I mentally relayed the memories of Carol Danvers' mind to her… and yet she knew it to be true. She knew that Firestar was lost to the Avengers – now just a pawn dedicated to their downfall. And she also knew that her Hank was in dire danger, even as he pushed Firestar down onto his workbench, feasting on her leaking tits… the only physical reminder of her alien ‘pregnancy’. Janet tried to screen out the words, each more hurtful than the last.

“Did she suck your tits, whore?”

“Did you like it?”

“Did she fuck you?”

*No… no… no! This can't be true,* shrieked Jan mentally, even as Firestar answered the opposite to her lust-enraged lover, allowing him to strip her naked, even as he pulled his massively hard cock from his pants. He stood over her body, her head directly beneath his prick.

“I bet she forced you to suck her…”

Firestar struggled beneath him, even as Pym's cock oozed its precum from the tip. The hero smeared it on her lips before forcing his length into her mouth, his throat letting out a triumphant grunt of savage sexual fulfillment, both his hands milking her tits hard, streams of her issue covering his fingers. She was spreading her legs, allowing her moist pinkness to be exposed to the air. Pym was consumed with the urge to taste her… he slipped forward onto the body of the young heroine, his hips bucking his hardened cock deeper into her sweet sucking mouth as his nostrils were slowly filled with the intoxicating scent of Firestar's steaming cunt.

*What's the matter, Jan… more concerned that he's harder than he's ever been with you… or that he's going to suck her cunt…e xactly what he's never wanted to do with you.*

The Wasp stood less of a chance than her husband… her thoughts were betraying her far more than her adulterous husband. He was lapping away at her cunt now, reveling in her tart flavour… savouring the texture of her pussy, even as Firestar's mouth drove him into a frenzy, her tongue everywhere, swirling around the tips, sucking so hard it almost hurt. The fucking bitch was hotter than Jan… so much hotter… she would let him dump his cream in her mouth. Jan wouldn't… stuck up little tart… he'd show her.

His fingers pried her cunt open, leaving her insides open to his questing tongue. He licked everywhere, enjoying the sensation of fresh juices being secreted onto his tongue, loving the savage flicks of her hips, designed to push his oral member deeper into her. His thumbs stroked her erect clit as he sucked her, bringing her to the edge of orgasm, just as his own excitement reached its crescendo…the exquisite tongue-work on his cock taking him to the edge. His balls tightened in readiness – the rapture of pre-ejaculation gripped him, every piece of willpower in his mind dedicated to prolonging the sensation before the muscles in his prick went spastic, sending spurt after spurt of rich cream deep into Firestar's sucking mouth.

“Take it, you sucking whore!” he cried, reveling in her throat gagging around his length as he drove it deep into her. So much better than Jan he thought as his cock emptied itself into her appreciative mouth. Fucking bitch loves it… listen to her moan.

*Please… no more!* Jan psionically begged me.

“I'm still so fucking hard for you, baby,” Pym boasted as he climbed off Firestar, thrilling as he saw his own cum drip from the side of her mouth.

“Mmmmmm… still hard… such stamina. Jan's a lucky bitch, sir.”

“Jan ain't ever kept it up,” Pym spat in disgust, not knowing that it was Angelica's lusts, transmitted via the costume, that were boosting his level of performance. “Fucking her is like being with a sack of concrete, next to you, baby.”

“Oh sir…please…”

He knelt on the workbench, spreading Angelica's thighs, bringing his cock to her pussy, forcing it inside the warm wetness in one savage thrust. So fucking tight, he thought, the tightest cunt I've ever…

****

I pulled the Wasp back to her reality, watching her weep as I sat behind my desk, contemplating her silently, my hands on the desk before me, linked into a pyramid shape.

“It… it's not… true…” she finally managed to whisper. “It's just… n-not… true…”

“Of course it isn't,” I replied confidently.

“What?” She looked up, tears flowing from her eyes.

“You forget, my dear,” I replied, smiling evilly. “I can see everything in your mind. I know that you've the potential to be a much better lay than your husband's giving you credit for.”

The anger returned, swamping her sense of sorrow and she leapt at me, aiming her bio-sting, letting the energy rip through her…but it never emerged. Instead, I allowed the Phoenix Force to mould her sting, force it to feedback upon itself. I enjoyed her abject agony as she slumped before me onto my desk, convulsing in torment.

“The Scarlet Witch is the most powerful, perverted mystic on the planet… and she's mine. The Invisible Woman runs my whorehouse, populated by some of your dearest friends. And even your most powerful enemies, like the Enchantress, have fallen before me. And you really think that you and your pathetic bunch of remnants stand any chance against me?”

I allowed the pain to subside. Propping her head up on her hands, she stared at me defiantly.

“You won't win… Y-you can't… c-can't… win…”

She didn't have the energy to resist as I walked behind her splayed body, placing the flat of my tongue on her neck, leaving a trail of thick saliva on her soft skin as my hand cupped her breast.

“You won't be saying that later, my dear. Not while your clenching cunt spasms out the most intense orgasm you've ever felt. Not when you worship my cock as the giver of pleasure you've been aching for all of your life.”

“N… n-never…”

Her spirit was truly remarkable. I had ripped away the foundations of her life – destroyed the Avengers, made her husband resent her in the most intimate manner. And still she fought on. I thought again of the Pit – the dark underbelly of the Hellfire Club where its most evil secrets lay. I could feel Wanda's presence there already – how her magical soul was being further empowered even now, sucking in the vented energy of her slaves. I could sense power in Janet Pym…power that could be harnessed by Wanda…and we could have such fun sucking her dry.

I grabbed a handful of that beautiful, sexy red hair. I pulled her to her feet by it; her yelps of pain the sweetest music to my ears. I would force her to witness the basest, the filthiest of acts… and then I would force her to… indulge herself. I'm sure Wanda would enjoy feeding from her…

(XXXVII) THE PIT

After I'd pushed Janet into the cold darkness, through the thick oak door, I gave her a little time to adjust. The Pit was the one part of the Hellfire Club that radiated such extreme emotion. When you first entered it, your eyes showed you nothing… the darkness was all, accentuating the other senses – the cries in the background. Pain, torment, agony… but with an edge… the edge of pleasure. What happened in here was foul and evil, but so very… enjoyable. I could hear Jan shiver as she slowly got to her feet.

This place had that effect on the uninitiated… it gave them fear. Like a cancer, it would spread through her body – the perfect conductor for the inner energy we craved. For me, the sensations were nothing sort of wonderful. Within seconds, I could feel an erection gaining force within my pants. Jan wouldn't see it yet. But to be honest, it didn't really matter.

“This place… So evil…” she stuttered, groping her way around in the darkness. “Where are we?”

“Since you know the most of my deeds, there's little point keeping you in the dark,” I smirked. “You see, Ms Pym, I will not tolerate any salvation for this world from the magical realm. Therefore I am taking steps to accrue the necessary power required to shut it off from our dimension completely.”

Even without sight, I could use my heightened psionic state to find my way through the underground caverns, taking my captive firmly by the arm, herding her through the tunnels, until we came to Wanda. She sat on a throne in the center of the room, eyes shut, her body trembling with power. An unearthly light bathed the room. Jan gasped when she saw her… aside from a black cloak, her close friend was completely naked.

“My god,” she whispered. “What have you done to her?”

“Wanda's probability powers and magical capabilities have proved invaluable to me, Ms Pym. So many of your comrades in arms have fallen because she is my devoted slave. She's not the woman you once knew. I have taken away all her inhibitions… towards her powers, towards her magical potential… towards her sexuality. Now she is one of my strongest allies.”

The Wasp started to reply, but stopped as she heard a large moan come from the mouth of the ex-Avenger. Her body convulsed, one hand stroking her own tit, the other sinking between her legs, three fingers submerging into the depths of her cunt.

“Wanda…?” Jan moved closer, at once feeling pity and disgust for her comrade.

“Oh Jan… Jan… such strength in you…” Wanda's fingers pistoned into her pussy more forcefully.

“She can feel the potential you have to sustain her hunger for more power, Ms Pym. She's not looking at you as a friend, but rather as… nourishment.”

“No…” Jan sighed, trying to pull away, her eyes still locked on the juncture of Wanda's legs.

“Give her power to me, Master… make her suffering sweet and sensuous…”

“I think she likes you, Ms Pym,” I chuckled.

“What are you going to… Why am I here”" she demanded, a delicious element of terror in her voice.

“Of all the magical energies, the most powerful, the most violent, are brought forth through orgasm, Ms Pym. A special kind of woman… or man… radiates those energies in extreme measures when they release. But the release has to be especially… cultivated. Follow me.”

I took her into a special observation room. The Pit was like a segmented orange in geography – the segments each being chambers wherein the subjects were… entertained; Wanda's chamber being at the center. Just off her domain was the observation room.

“In each of the chambers adjoining this observation room, a nightmare is taking place. But it's a special style of nightmare, my dear. Everyone has a darker aspect, keyed in directly with the animal part of the brain. I myself make use of it whenever I enslave a new servant. This aspect ties in the need to reproduce with your darkest fears. When it is exploited, the body produces the energy that Wanda craves. It's literally ripped from the body. Even you will be able to sense it in the air, Ms Pym.”

“My god… you're…a monster!” she spat in horror.

“Women prove to be the better subjects, of course… with a little practice, orgasms can be taken from you like picking apples from a tree. The enchanted nature of these chambers proves enough to route the explosion of energy through to my beautiful Wanda…”

“Those cries…” Jan began to weep… her body's defensive program taking effect.

“They're wonderful, aren't they?” I sighed. “Such horror, such terror – but at the same time serving to fuel the most sought after of physical states. They're cumming, Jan… their nightmares are making them cum. Just as I'll make you cum. It is inevitable.”

She could see my erection now… entrapped within my pants, but still a huge threat. She backed away from me, trapped within the room but still desperate to put as much distance between us as possible. I sighed.

“Ms Pym… you're quite safe for the moment. But I think it's only fair that I show you what you're up against. Perhaps you might enjoy seeing some of the nightmares I've created here.”

The main observation screen flickered into life with the tiniest of mental commands. All that could be seen was the barest of rooms, a small red-haired girl with closely cropped hair lying naked on the floor, above her three faceless men – the Enchantress' minions once again proving to be of some value.

“This is what your eyes see, my dear,” I started. I could see she was rapt, paying the closest of attention. “But thanks to the wonders of magic itself, some LSD-derived narcotics and, of course, Wanda's lust for orgasm, this is what the lovely Rahne Sinclair is seeing right now.”

The screen blurred slightly, rays of sunshine bathing a wood clearing… Rahne still quite naked, her small lithe body a joy to behold. Small, perky breasts with magnificent pointed nipples, not an ounce of fat on her anywhere, her legs perfectly framing a beautiful flame-haired snatch.

“Oh my god… Rahne…” Jan stuttered, recognizing the young Scottish mutant… the young girl able to morph her body into that of a wolf…or better yet for combat, a half-girl, half-wolf hybrid.

Just as in the chamber, the three musclebound men surrounded her…

“She's trapped,” I told Jan. “She's quite claustrophobic anyway, but now she's trapped… surrounded by men. Rahne isn't afraid of sex as such… in fact, she finds these men all very attractive. That's one of her nightmares…for such a prude, she's a total slut inside… her darkest fear is in giving in to those feelings.”

Rahne knelt on the woodland ground, covering her eyes. She knew that the men were each masturbating in front of her.

“What a fucking body!” one of the men exclaimed. “The closest you'll get legally to fucking a kid…”

“No… please!” she cried, as one of the men rubbed his hardened, leaking cock against her cheek. “I can't do this!”

Another man knelt beside her, kneading hungrily at her tits, pulling those torpedo-like nipples to full erection, leaning down to suck them greedily.

“Oh god… yes!” Rahne cried. Sensitive little breasts… she could play with them… make herself cum. But this man was doing it for her so wonderfully...

“You really want to suck this, don't you darlin'?” the first man gently suggested, stopping the rubbing on her cheek, moving his meat over her lips.

Rahne's mind tried to rebel… but it was no good. The man tasted so good… and the noise he made when she did take him inside… it made her feel so… so… wonderful. So soft, yet so hard… she loved the way the man moaned when she rubbed the tip of his cock against the roof of her mouth.

“What's the third man doing”" Jan asked… her voice betraying both anticipation, and pity for the young heroine.

“I think we're about to find out…”

The man approached, fisting his cock furiously at the sight before him. Rahne cooed softly as she covered the prick in her mouth with suction, spit and expert tonguework, her cunt leaking profusely as the man at her breasts teased them to ever greater levels of rapture.

“Suck his cock harder… yuire wanton whore! Are yuire gonna cum, sweetie? That man at yon titties making you cream?”

Through the sensuous haze of her libidinous lust, Rahne sensed something familiar about the voice. A strong Scottish accent. She tried to block it out, sucking harder, the ministrations at her tits taking her to the limit of sexual response… she knew she was going to cum. The man, whomever he was, was right. Her body arched in preparation for the coming onslaught of pleasure. What was stopping her? Why couldn't she… cum?

Oh no… no… sweet mother of Jesus… please… not him… anyone… but not…

“Daddy...”

On her knees… face full of cock… on the point of her most delicious orgasm in her young life… Rahne was held down securely by both men as she watched her father approach, stroking his cock before her eyes.

“Wanna cum, sweetie?” his face contorted with anger and lust.

“No Daddy. Please! I'm sorry… so sorry… I know I've disappointed…”

Her legs were spread wide, her spectacularly sensitive tits assaulted by two sets of hands now. Even as her father knelt between her thighs, giggling insanely to himself as he slowly pressed his prick into her damp patch of pubic hair.

“NO!” she screamed. This couldn't be happening. Oh god, the pressure between her legs, the wonderful friction over her clit. Daddy was gonna fuck her. The two men were slapping her tits now, pinching her nipples hard. She was being punished… punished for being a… a…

“Whore!” her father cried, ramming his cock deep into Rahne's pussy.

“No Daddy… I'm a good girl… Arghhhhhh!”

One deep fuck thrust into her and Rahne Sinclair came as she never had before. She surged as her most sensitive breasts were mauled, pinched and pulled into agonising ecstasy. She lost control as her father's prick sunk into her deepest treasure, touching a special part of her that made pleasure rack her body as if it were the most horrible… yet wonderful form of torture. She wasn't a good girl, she was a whore, a dirty bitch… evil… totally evil. The realisation flowed through her body. She could hear the men calling her the filthiest names… the worst slung at her by her own father as he ransacked her body. She deserved it… she deserved it all.

Every time she cried the word “daddy!” she came hard. Oh god, it felt good. I'm not human, she thought, not worthy… but being like this feels so wonderful… Even more rapturous as she felt the warm streams of cum spill onto her tits… onto her lips…

“Daddy… oh daddy… daddy…” cum after cum after cum…

Ecstasy, rapture, self-disgust… she hated herself… hated everything she was… subconsciously her mutant powers took effect, morphing into a half-girl, half-wolf. The animal in her was winning… and now… Daddy's cream shooting deeply inside of her – every spurt ramming home the fact that she was nothing but a whore… a daddy-fucking wanton… slut.

“NO!”

“I think she's finally had enough,” I smirked to Jan. I could see tears in her eyes. “Oh Ms Pym…this is just the beginning though.”

With contemptuous ease, Wolfsbane threw her lovers aside. She took off into the woods at high speeds, her animal-like form changing into that of a full wolf, allowing her to escape at speed the scene of her most debasing experience. How could you make me feel this way, Daddy? With her heightened senses she could smell the cum smeared on her body ten times more strongly than she could as a normal girl. Her father's cream leaked from her cunt as she ran away… running as much from her own arousal as from her tormentors.

This is even worse, she thought in misery. I still think like a human but my body's all animal. She heard a howl in the background. It terrified her far more than her own capitulation to her slutty nature. Howl followed howl… closing in on her position. She couldn't run…n ot any more. The way her scent was, it would just drive these animals even crazier.

She stopped. It was only a matter of seconds before they arrived. A pack of wolves… five, maybe six of them… circling her, sniffing her.

“Oh my god… you can't let this happen…” Jan pulled at my arm; she was begging. “She's only a girl… for Christ's sake, stop this now…”

“Look,” I ordered, pointing towards the doorway. Wanda's entire body was coursing with magical rapture. “Wanda's feeding from her. We won't stop while she's still…hungry.”

“No… no… NO!" Jan cried, face in her hands, her gaze locked onto the monitor. Good, despite her revulsion, she still wanted to see it… excellent.

Four wolves blocked Rahne's escape as the dominant male came forward. Wolfsbane found herself sniffing the animal, appreciating the scent of a male in heat, the dog in turn aroused to full-blooded erection by the smell of a bitch in season. The animal was now fully in control of Rahne's consciousness, even as her mind screamed for the nightmare to end. She felt total disgust for herself as her hindquarters turned to face the animal. Utter pain and degradation as she felt the underside of the animal rubbing against her back as it mounted her. Her mind gave up its will to live as she felt the painful intrusion, the wolf mounting her quickly, stabbing its cock deep into her, pushing itself into the hilt, the animal's prick sealing off her cunt with a thick flesh knot. It fucked her hard… brutally… quickly.

Wolfsbane's animal body screamed with delight. A primal command was being fulfilled and total pleasure was the reward for acquiescence. I smiled. Wanda would be kept busy with this bitch for quite some time.

I turned off the psi-screen, the woodland scene disappearing, replaced with the dark, oak-paneled cave of Rahne's prison. Inside, the girl was indeed in wolf form, but there were no other animals… just three men taking turns in keeping her bitch cunt overflowing with cream.

The Wasp turned away in disgust. I merely smiled.

“Wolfbane's biggest fear is her own powers. How much of an animal is she when she's in wolf form? Are her powers responsible for her vast sexual appetite? Can she control it? Normally, I'd say yes… but that was until she was unfortunate enough to meet me.”

“You took those fears… made them all real.” Jan snarled, turning away from me. “You destroyed a life just for some mad scheme. You're worse than all of them. Worse than Ultron, worse than Doom, Magneto, Loki…”

“And I haven't even started with you yet, my dear,” I replied quickly. “How many more nightmares can I inflict on you, Ms Pym? I'm destroying the Avengers before your eyes. I've made you see just how little your husband truly thinks of you, and I'm sure you're wondering… when am I going to have you? When am I going to prove how wrong Hank is? When will I give your slut body the fucking it's so desperately been yearning for all of your adult life? When will I make you feel like a real woman?”

“Never!” she spat. “You're the worst sort of scum… evil beyond all reckoning.”

At that point the creative element of my consciousness had devised the way in which Janet Pym would lose her mind to me. But first, I was still interested in gloating… in showing her that her resistance would be ultimately pointless. Perhaps one or two more demonstrations of my power would be in order.

“Evil beyond all reckoning, huh? Is that why I make you wet, Ms Pym?” I asked, my telepathic capabilities easily touching the necessary parts of her mind. I was making her body respond to the atrocities I'd perpetrated. “Your concern for the girl is touching… but so false. You forget…I can read your mind – I know that you're aroused watching this. I felt the stab of lust impale your mind as you saw Wanda writhe in pleasure. Perhaps that's why your husband's so upset with your performance – maybe you prefer a woman's touch.”

Jan screwed her eyes up tight, trying to block out the words, attempting to suppress the animal urges in her body. I was giving her some measure of success, allowing her to keep hold of her humanity, even if it was doomed to extinction. I had learned that the longer the torture, the more explosive the reward… and I sensed a great reward waiting for me within the body of Janet Pym. I advanced upon her, looking over her sleek curves, anticipating the feel of that firm body under my hands, knowing full well that it was only a matter of time before she was on her knees before me, taking my cock inside of her wherever I so chose. But first she had another lesson to learn…

“Keep away from me,” she warned, anger in those beautiful eyes. “Keep back or so help me…”

“Come on, Ms Pym,” I gently admonished. “There's more going on here that I want you to see. I have a little reunion planned for you.”

“NO!” she cried as I tried to herd her into one of the adjoining chambers. “I won't let you do this to me!”

“Relax, please… there's something I think you need to see.”

****

“Ah…Wanda. I'm so glad that you could join us for this particular episode.”

My slave smiled at me…a slow, seductive look of evil sexual abandon in her features. There was no doubt, she had changed completely since her days as the Scarlet Witch. Looking into her mind I could sense her build-up of power – the evil that stained her soul now a very permanent part of her being, the magical energies building up within her blurring any remaining sense of conscience she might have. I thought it ironic that the student was now far more a disciple of evil than the master. Would that I could have the complete dedication to evil that she exhibited.

“You know that I'm best qualified to handle this ceremony,” she sighed, opening her black cloak slightly to reveal the curve of a spectacular breast. “Besides… sometimes the energy transference improves when I… drink from the source.”

Beside me I could sense the Wasp shivering. Once again the ambience of the Pit was overwhelming her… but there was something else too. Maybe she couldn't even sense it consciously, but I knew that deep within her, she was intrigued… excited by what was going to take place here. Her mind cried out against being forced to watch the atrocity that was about to occur, but inside her very soul I knew that the stain was setting in. The evil was almost contagious… and as much as she feared Wanda – the dark angel of rvil – there was also a deep-rooted attraction. Poor girl…doomed and she didn't even know it yet.

“Get away!” a voice screamed. Far away, the cry echoed through the chambers of the Pit. A European voice… usually husky and commanding, now tinged with the base emotion of fear.

“Oh no,” Jan sighed, burying her face in her hands. “Please… not Natasha too.”

Wanda giggled and turned to contemplate her ex-comrade, lifting her face with a black, velvet-gloved hand… the only clothing she wore bar her expansive, ebony cloak.

“Oh I'm afraid so, Jan,” Wanda laughed, running the back of her hand down the heroine's cheek. “And Natasha, I'm sure, will prove to be a wonderful feast. Brought back from the dead in a magical ceremony, the Black Widow bursts with the energies that I crave…”

“Plus, Wanda has some experience with the fate awaits her,” I added, pulling aside the cloak to reveal the ebony imprint of the black widow spider on her breast.

“The ceremony of the black widow is one of the most powerful forms of voodoo the world has experienced,” Wanda smiled, toying with the branded arachnid on her deliciously exposed flesh. “Believe me, I know… and what's more, I have refined the power of the ritual a hundred-fold.”

A struggling Black Widow was brought into the room, blindfolded, but still in full costume, bar her Widow's Sting bracelets. I admired how the black catsuit clung to her voluptuous curves. And the rush of dark red hair… thick, luxuriant tresses. I would watch this, enjoying every moment, making sure that the polluting cancer of evil that gripped us all would take Janet Pym in its thrall too.

The Widow cried out Russian curses as she was strapped down to the wooden, X shaped crucifix in the center of the room, the lackeys that had brought her before us quickly departing. I could see Jan checking herself… so eager to rush to the aid of her trusted fellow Avenger, but knowing now that she was totally powerless against the forces of darkness that gathered in the room with her.

As the silence between Wanda, Jan and myself deepened, I could feel the magical forces at the Scarlet Witch's command begin to gather… quieting the captive Black Widow, short breaths escaping her mouth as she anticipated her fate.

"Who's there? I know you're there… I… I can hear you!"

There was no answer. Jan would have liked nothing more to scream to her comrade, but the power of the moment was too much for her… she would be quiet.

Meanwhile, I could sense Wanda's hunger. She could sense the raw magical powers that coursed through Natasha's body, invigorating her very existence. How she yearned to redirect a portion of that raw power, desiring nothing more than to purge it from the Widow's fantastic body through the release of orgasm. She licked her lips at the sight before her, turning to me for permission to begin the ceremony. As I nodded, she began to chant almost silently beneath her breath, feeling the magical powers well up within her body.

Natasha instantly stiffened, craning her head to hear the lilting chants of the Scarlet Witch… fear striking her soul as she recognized the magical nature of the incantations. The terror built as Wanda grew more comfortable with the voodoo, allowing the effects of the spells she cast to wash over her body… mentally projecting her arousal over to her prey, enjoying the sight of Natasha Romanova writhing in her bonds.

I stood behind the frozen form of Janet Pym, allowing my hands to deeply massage her shoulders as Wanda shrugged off her cloak, her magnificent body fully exposed bar her alluring black gloves. Jan's catatonic state slipped. I smiled as I heard her catch her breath at the magnificence of Wanda's body. She wasn't trying to escape my touch, even as I caressed her neck and moved her bobbed hair aside, exposing her beautiful neck.

The Scarlet Witch danced around the splayed form of the Black Widow, her voice louder and louder, the syllables of her dark incantation flowing freely from her lips. Her head jerked back in the passion of the moment, her own arms seeking to caress every inch of her exposed flesh, dancing over her breasts, between her legs. Even from here, I could see her pink wetness framed by those perfect thighs as she danced closer to her victim.

Wanda's voice reached a crescendo as her hand darted forward to the Black Widow's catsuit, easily ripping open her costume, exposing her left breast. One vicious rip later, a flap of material was held aloft triumphantly in the Witch's hand – a long expanse of flesh from Natasha's tit down to her cunt clearly evident, her pale flesh perfectly contrasting with the black of her uniform. I blew into Jan's neck, smiling with satisfaction as I saw only the briefest of thongs covering the Widow's sex.

Natasha screamed in fear as the dank air attacked her warm flesh, although the sheer evil radiating from the ceremony was more to blame for her reaction. She could sense it as much as I could… and she feared it. This just got better and better. She knew about the ceremony… she knew what it did to the victim… she knew of the power of the black widow spider.

Wanda cried in rapture, collapsing onto her knees before us, tossing the fabric of Natasha's torn costume aside. Her fingers dug deep into her own pussy, her moans of sexual rapture the only sound in the room… her mewling such a delight as her hips ground into her fingers. Behind her, the Black Widow fought to stave of the feelings of pleasure that were cascading through her body.

I nipped and kissed at Jan's neck, feeling her moan slightly as I assaulted her now willing body, my hand groping at her breast, moving upwards to find the zip that would eventually yield her firm tit flesh to me. The Wasp's eyes were locked on the wildly masturbating Scarlet Witch, gyrating on the floor in front of her prey, wallowing in her pleasure…knowing that even now, the ceremony of the black widow was only just beginning…and already far more powerful than ever.

My hand disappeared into the Wasp's costume, seeking out her breasts… so firm, pointed… nipples erect with desire. She exuded the power that Wanda desired… and soon, she would fall so spectacularly…

(XXXVIII) THE WIDOW, THE WASP AND THE WITCH

“I want you to see this… slut,” Wanda smiled as she stood over the body of Natasha Romanova, the seductive Black Widow, slowly pulling away her blindfold. “The first part of the ceremony is complete. Time for you to truly appreciate what we have planned for you.”

Natasha cried out in fear. She instantly recognized the Scarlet Witch, but here she was naked before her, Wanda's body fully aroused and ready for play. The Widow found it hard to believe, but she instantly felt a huge attraction to her ex-teammate. How could this be? How could Wanda have changed so much? From heroine to… to… slut. She knew full well of the black widow ceremony… but to have Wanda perform it on her… surely not. Surely this was all some kind of scheme to expose the true enemy… surely…

The Widow chanced a glance down to Wanda's breast, a single tear escaping her eye as she saw the telltale branding of the spider on the beautiful curve of the Witch's flesh. As terror flushed her body; she found the arousal that Wanda had magically instilled in her suddenly returning with a sudden surge. As her eyes roamed across her tormentor's flesh she felt a rush of lust. She felt her breasts tighten, her nipples becoming erect… and her cunt… she was getting wet. Soaking wet. She felt the muscles of her pussy pulsing with desire, each throb accompanied by the issue of more of her juices.

“Oh no…” she sighed, knowing full well of the effects of the voodoo incantations. "Wanda…you're an Avenger… You can't do this to me…think of what's happened since the spell was cast on you. It's not right…it's…it's…"

Wanda smiled as she effortlessly silenced her Avenger prey, running her nails across the exposed flesh of Natasha's tit, moaning to herself as her victim bucked under her ministrations, so eager to increase the stimulation.

“Please… don't!” Natasha cried as she watched Wanda close her eyes, pointing her head to the ceiling, once again beginning the blasphemous incantations that would change the Widow's life forever.

Calypso's rendition of the ceremony was nothing compared to the adept nature of the Scarlet Witch's handling of the voodoo – I could see the incantation forming a scene of degradation in Natasha's mind. Multiple images of sexual perversions beyond all reckoning. Natasha on all fours servicing two men, one in the mouth the other in the cunt. Three men… four men… locked in a cage showered in cum as five men masturbated over her writhing body. All the time the silhouette of a massive arachnid lurked in the background, gaining size with each new perverted act.

In front of me, Jan's eyes were closed as her body responded to my touch… her catsuit lay in a heap on the floor. Dressed in just her panties, my hands roamed across her body. Her arousal was intense now – a simple psionic link between Natasha and the Wasp added fuel to the fire. I would show her debasement beyond all reckoning before she met her own fate.

Spurred on by the response of Jan's body against mine, I quickly shed my own clothing, allowing a moan to escape my throat as my cock swelled to full erection. It pained me that I couldn't fuck her right now. It took an even more sustained superhuman effort to repress my mutant powers… conditioning the cum in my scrotum to be devoid of the chemicals that would bind Jan to my essence. She had to be kept clean for her final debasement, her mind had to be untouched so she could fully appreciate the experience she would undergo. Letting a man come over her as she writhed to the sight of her close friend losing her mind forever. I pressed my cock into the crack of Jan's ass, allowing my shaft to rest along its length, using her crease for friction… spitting into her ass cleavage to facilitate a smoother pseudo-fuck as her hips writhed for me. She had no choice but to lose her mind to the bodily sensations of the ceremony. When she came I would follow. As her body came down from the high the ritual gave her, she would feel the warm jets of my ejaculation. And then she would know that resistance against her destiny was a waste of time and effort. But how I would enjoy her struggles.

I grunted hard, desperate to pull myself back from the brink of release. Natasha's body sung so sweetly under Wanda's touch, the Witch teasing the exposed breast, knowing that her prey knew of the fate that awaited that part of her beautiful form. The incantation reached a new height of passion as I stared into Wanda's mind, feeling her level of arousal, bathing myself in the total evil of her consciousness. My god… she'd improved the effectiveness of the ceremony all right. The fate that awaited poor Natasha… sweet Jesus. Precum leaked from my cock, smearing into Jan's ass. I was getting closer… so fucking close… and yet the ritual had not even begun properly.

Inside Natasha's mind I could sense her mind swimming in sensation. The voodoo sang through her mind, deadening her hearing to all but the beating of her heart and the blasphemous words that were spat from Wanda's mouth. Faster and faster… her heart speeding up as she grew excited, her pussy now streaming with constant liquid arousal as her thought processes collapsed, her body writhing in its bonds. The tiniest of touches on her exposed flesh taking her so close to orgasm.

And yet, subconsciously, there was more to this… deep within, Natasha's conscious spirit fought to regain possession of her heavenly body, powered by the fear of the ritual. The black widow spider… when would it be released onto her. What would it do to her? Inside she knew that the result of the ceremony changed according to the victim… as well as the mastery of the spellcaster. Would she even live? Could she survive the venom? Did it really matter if she felt as good as this? Oh shit… so fucking good… and how much better it would be were her cunt to be filled with hard, masterful cock… yesssss…

And then: nothing.

The voodoo ceased, the maddening surges of lust through her body stopped. Where once there was lustful purpose, now there was a deep cold… nothing. A void in her existence. Her eyes flicked open, the white light blasting into her retinas, almost burning her… what was happening?

It took a moment for her vision to clear… and when she saw the luscious body of the Scarlet Witch fully unclothed before her, she caught her breath in desire. A feeling that was quickly drowned in a sudden sense of panic and undiluted terror. She was carrying the small wooden box… the box of destiny… nothing would be the same once it was open. Her life would be forever tainted with sexual corruption once the box's precious cargo was freed. A small part of her mind acknowledged the small vial Wanda held in her other hand. What was it? What did it matter? The box! Shit! The fucking box!

“The moment of destiny,” hissed Wanda under her breath as she ripped open one of the legs of Natasha's black uniform. “The moment of transition.”

The Witch climbed onto the exposed leg, resting her weeping pussy against the exposed flesh of the Widow's shapely thigh. Gently, she began to rub herself on the flesh, moaning to herself as her hardened clit reveled in the heavenly friction.

“The union of the unholy,” Wanda explained cryptically, pouring the white fluid contents of the vial over the exposed tit-flesh of her prey. “The issue of the carnal meeting that spawned your ultimate fate.”

Natasha's eyes shut in sudden sensation as the pleasure-burn seeped into her skin, her body reacting wonderfully to the shared juices of her Master and Mistress – mine and Wanda's spent liquid passions intermingled. Our cum; mine impregnated with the seed of her upcoming slavery, hers making her even more susceptible to the foul magics of the voodoo.

“And now… the instrument of your deliverance to us,” Wanda purred, rubbing herself harder against her prey as she placed the small wooden box over the wet breast flesh. “Meet the widow, Natasha… become her.”

Wanda cooed in delight as she pulled away the base of the box, Natasha screaming in capitulation as the terror overcame her mind, her sensitised flesh feeling the contact of the spider against her breast. The feel of every leg, the brush of its venomous jaws.

Excellent… The palpable evil in the air had finally attacked Jan's mind… I could feel her rubbing herself against me, seeking out the pleasurable sensations my leaking cock engendered in her. My dripping precum was sensitising her asshole, giving her a lust for anal sex that would now forever haunt her desires. I allowed the juices to flow freely, reveling in the pleasure, knowing that each drop marked her subconscious indelibly. How I looked forward to hosing her, knowing that her mind would clear, forcing her to embrace the knowledge that she had brought it upon herself… whore…

Another scream… Two screams. Natasha's saucer-wide eyes as the box was taken away, the small black spider exposed to her now. And Jan, screaming in shared terror at the arachnid evil that settled upon her friend.

The spider roamed the expansive breast for a while as its namesake shook in terror… and then finally, it settled, its fangs settling just above her plump nipple.

“Feast on her…” commanded the Witch, screaming her own release as she came hard, her liquids drenching Natasha's leg, even as the arachnid bit hard into the flesh it settled on, propelling its lethal venom into its victim.

Natasha convulsed in agony, her body racked with spasms as the deadly toxin flooded her bloodstream, the words of her tormentor flooding her consciousness.

Embrace the widow… become the widow… embrace the widow… become the widow… embrace it… become it…

And then the hand of deliverance, crushing her tit hard, the very fires of Hades itself spreading through her skin as the spider was crushed, its very essence being burned into her. Just as it had into her Mistress before her.

The sight of Wanda's vicious orgasm was accompanied by a magical release of such power that I struggled to hold onto my cum, using every psionic defense at my disposal to allow the sensations to flow through me and around me. But poor Jan had no such defence. As Wanda came, she came also, the sympathetic orgasm catching her full force like a freight train. She collapsed, writhing on the ground, moaning in rapture, her fingers digging into her cunt, frantically frigging herself in an attempt to draw out the wonderful sensations that racked her body. As she moaned in orgasmic release, I knelt down, resting my shins on her arms, pinning her to the ground, masturbating myself as I watched Natasha endure the burning. The Widow watched as the spider was branded into her tit, vapor rising from its crushed form, its abdomen bursting under Wanda's charged touch.

Wanda's final touch… god, this bitch was so good. Smaller spiders scuttled away over the exposed flesh, the dying mother releasing its young before oblivion. The Witch's final addition to the ceremony…and I knew exactly where the voodoo-crazed issue would go. Natasha screamed constantly as she saw the little arachnids roam her flesh, running over her neck, into her mouth, down into her cunt. Wanda moaned in post-orgasmic bliss, raising her hands to cast another powerful spell, the spiders slowly being absorbed into the Widow's flesh.

“NO!” screamed Natasha as a magically forced climax ripped through her body, her body bucking in savage orgasm, Wanda laughing madly as green discharge shot forth from the Widow's mouth and cunt. Clearly some sort of transformation was taking place.

Beneath me, Janet Pym was beginning to regain her senses. She struggled beneath me wildly, her vision taken up almost exclusively with the sight of my cock, furiously fisted with my right hand, the purple head drooling thick precum with each jerk… liquid that dripped onto her face.

As Wanda leaned down and began to eagerly lick up Natasha's thick green cum, I could hold back no longer. I let loose with my spurting cock, rubbing the super-sensitive underside on Jan's lips, enjoying the sight of her classically beautiful features being covered in thick, white cum. She started to scream, to attempt to turn her head away from the cum bath. I slapped her hard and trapped her head between my knees, rubbing my seed into her soft skin, enjoying her immense discomfort as I came in her eyes, up her nostrils…

Looking over to the Widow, I could see that she had lapsed into a semi-conscious state. She shook her head occasionally as the demons began to haunt her mind, the dark evil that corrupted us taking up permanent residence in her psyche. All she needed now was the void in her body filled… the cock of her new Master seeding her, the mind of her owner re-shaping her own.

Wanda yielded her slave to me, transferring her attentions to the sobbing Wasp, dragging her to her feet, pushing her alongside the prone body of the bound Black Widow. Jan's tears of debasement and unimaginable loss mingled with my cum… and Wanda held her close, standing behind her, stopping her from cleaning her face, forcing her to watch the coming attraction.

My cock, denied spilling its intended load of mind-deadening cream, was as hard as it ever had been. I stood between Natasha's splayed legs, teasing her pussy with tantalizing touches of my hardened meat, smiling to myself as more of her thick green cum oozed from her tortured cunt. The intimate touch was enough to draw her out of her post-climax fever. Her face, covered in sweat, that luscious red hair matted with sweat, stuck to her skin…

I leaned over her exposed tit, blowing the ashes of the dead spider away. Natasha looked down and wept. The branding was perfect, the definition wonderful. A jet-black embossed tattoo almost… such a wonderful contrast with the small pink nipple beneath it. She should have felt searing pain as I toyed with the design, but instead she gasped in pleasure… her cunt digging downwards, eager to increase the friction with my prick.

“I… need…” she stuttered – with each word I gave her an ever more tantalising touch of my cock. “I… n-need… m-m-my… Master!”

I ripped open her tunic, exposing the other breast, taking both in my hands and crushing them brutally as I slammed my cock into her in one deep, animalistic thrust. Wanda's hands roamed Jan's body as I fucked their teammate, the Wasp struggling against the stronger woman's arms in a vain effort to free herself. I could sense the Witch leeching the sexual energy that radiated from Natasha's body as I thrust myself mercilessly into the beautiful, so-fuckable Russian super-spy.

Her body couldn't help but respond… the mind-bending juices flowed freely from my cock, building up her sexual high, taking her closer and closer to the orgasm that would soon define her life forever more. The Widow's conscious thoughts gave way to the lust fever of the Widow.

Embrace the widow… become the widow…

The words returned with a bludgeoning presence in her mind as her body swam in the sensations of complete sexual abandonment. Her breast burned with the evil that now stood to conquer her body, both of her voluminous milk sacs being attacked with an almost feral brutality that turned her on beyond all measure. And her cunt… her cunt… feeling so perfect with the soft, yet brutally hard insertion of cock. Her life was reaching the zenith of fulfillment.

Embrace the widow… become the widow… Her mind took her away, far away from her imprisonment…back to Avengers Mansion…

One careful shot with her Widow's Sting and Hawkeye was disabled, Natasha feeling a rush of power as she stood over her paralysed prey, looking him in the eye as she slowly disrobed, enjoying his expression of shock, surprise. Slowly melting away into pure lust as her body was exposed to Clint's unbelieving gaze. The Widow smiled ‘that’ smile – signifying her pleasure, her desire… desire that wetted her expectant cunt. A similar desire that tented Hawkeye's pants as she slowly descended onto her prey, trailing kisses over his skin as she slowly ripped his costume open… finally exposing his cock…

She kissed it tenderly, licking it with gentle strokes, savouring Hawkeye's moans before she bit his manhood playfully, taking it to the back of her throat and beyond, feeling her prey's jerking prick approach the point of release. As she did this she fingered herself expertly, keeping her level of pleasure at an approximate level to her prey's.

She bobbed, sucked and licked, making his ecstasy paramount… even as her Widow's fangs grew to prominence in her mouth… the venom dripping from them. Her doomed lover suspected his fate even as the acidic poison burned into his prick. Blood gushed everywhere as Wanda bit into his cock, injecting him with the fatal venom that would bring his life to an end.

I dug deeper into the bitch, forcing my cock ever further into her juicing cunt… enjoying her traumatic orgasm as her first fever-induced fantasy burned away.

“Oh fuck… YES!” Wanda screamed in rapture, forcing her fingers into Jan's cunt.

“My hands are fire,” the Witch murmured into Jan's ear… And she felt the fire with every feather-light caress or deep cuntal thrust that Wanda performed on her.

Natasha's pussy was throbbing wonderfully around my juicing tool as I continued to slowly fuck her. I could feel waves of pleasure run through me as her cunt pulsed around my prick, her first orgasm subsiding, but her body still sought to milk my cock for the final telling orgasm – the shots of cream that would bind her to me forever. Mmmm… a wonderful result of the cum that Wanda had poured over her during the ceremony. Subconsciously she needed more… and this was the Widow's way of setting about getting it…

Sparring in the gym with Hank Pym… Giant-Man. His powers were great, but he needed coaching in the arts of one-on-one combat. And there he stood, minus the top of his costume, revealing his muscular torso, attempting to use the martial arts techniques he'd learned on the far more agile, leotard-wearing, Widow. Poor efforts all-round, which Natasha dodged with ease. She goaded him with carefully selected insults, taunting him with flashes of her legs beneath a short, ballerina's skirt, thrust her cleavage so close to his face on more than one occasion. Building his frustration, building his lust… until she permitted one more clumsy blow to rip open her top, spilling out her spectacular breasts...

He jumped her like a raptor, the lust distorting his features as he pawed, sucked and bit down hard on her tits. Natasha moaning like a whore as she spread her legs wide, feeling Hank's fingers rip open the crotch on her leotard, his bulging cock freed from the confines of his pants. And then…the sweet, yet brutal intrusion as he fucked her like an animal in heat. Deep, searching cock-thrusts into her wetness. So many positions as Natasha sought out her own orgasm. Finally satisfied as Hank surged inside of her, her legs resting against his chest, her feet on his neck. As he pulled out, he felt Natasha urging his face closer to her crotch. He grinned wildly, his face surrounded by toned, perfect thigh as his tongue lapped out to tongue-bath the pussy he'd just fucked so well. The cunt that now drooled with his cream.

The Widow's orgasms finally racked her body as her thighs closed around Hank's neck, the satisfied choking and squealing noises he made pushing her over the edge as his neck cracked under her intensive pressure. Oh god… fuck YES!

Natasha's eyes opened and she stared me full in the face as the aftermath of her release crashed from her body. The venom controlled her now. It had given her a new direction in life…the perfect lifestyle stolen from her namesake.

“Embrace the widow?” she purred between my thrusts. “I am the Widow!”

“Fucking hell… YES!” I cried as felt the true orgasm take my body, spurting out huge gobs of cream deep into her buttery cunt. I smiled as I released into her hot body, realising that I would be probably the only man on the planet who could successfully take this bitch without an attempt being made on my life in the post-coital phase.

Excellent… another perfect weapon to use against the Avengers should I so choose. As I pulled out from the Widow's pussy, I turned to face the ecstatic Wanda, triumphantly licking Jan's cum from her fingers, the Wasp lying at her feet, face in her hands, sobbing in shame at the cum that the Witch had ripped from her resisting body.

One mental check with the technological wing of the Hellfire Club satisfied the next phase of the Agenda… Jocasta and Ultron had been successfully reprogrammed and upgraded to my particular specifications. Poor Jan, I sighed to myself as I contemplated her broken form. This was going to be one family reunion that she was not going to enjoy…and maybe the redoubtable Dr Henry Pym should bear witness to his wife being taken by his most notorious creation before I allowed the Black Widow to live up to her name.

Then the rest of the Avengers would fall before me…

(XXXIX) THE WITCH'S FULFILMENT

“Are you awake, Janet?”

The voice was soft with a metallic undertone, and yet so very similar to her own in its intonations and emphasis. When Jan finally regained consciousness she immediately recognised the tones as belonging to Jocasta, the android constructed by the Avengers' long time nemesis, Ultron.

“Ooohhh, is that you Jocasta?” Jan felt almost relieved – designed as an enemy, Jocasta had become a firm ally of the Avengers – the robot’s mind, based on Jan’s own thought patterns, also displaying the admirably irritating heroism that defined her being.

“Yes it is... I am glad to see you unharmed.”

Even through the haze of her rapidly retreating unconsciousness, Jan knew in her heart that Jocasta sounded different. As if her voice resonated throughout her entire body. She found it odd. In search of a mate, Ultron had constructed Jocasta and imbued her with Jan's consciousness – every time she conversed with the android, it was as if she were talking with a calmer, more logical version of herself. But something was different now. The link between them had changed.

Quickly, the Wasp attempted to gain some perspective on the situation. Looking around she saw that she still in the Pit... but this was a different room, another segment in the horrific torture chamber that powered my megalomaniacal quest for power. At least, that's how she perceived it. Huh... if only the ignorant bitch knew...

“We need to get out of this Jocasta... I don't know where to start though... this guy has thought of everything... we need backup and we need it bad. My plan fell flat on its face.”

“Correct,” the android stated impassively. “But escape is not an option. Your subjugation is my primary directive. You will not resist.”

“I will... not... resist... Jocasta... what are you doing to me? Stop it!”

Panic entered Jan's voice... the resonation she picked up earlier now seemed stronger than ever... when she heard the android's voice, she felt it, felt it throughout her body and mind.

“My software has been substantially improved. My voice modulation circuitry has been upgraded to resonate on the same frequency that your brain operates. You will not resist, Janet, you will be calm. You will allow yourself to feel pleasure with me and all those I see fit to use you. Do you understand?”

Not resist... calm... feel pleasure... the words washed over Jan's mind and she felt a warm numbness traverse the length of her body. Inside her mind she tried to summon the strength to battle the cool, warm voice that seemed to speak to her very soul, but her will was crumbling. Of course, this wouldn’t work with any one else but her. The changes in Jocasta’s programming were advanced enough, but it was only because of their shared mind patterns that she was able to bring about the submission of the Wasp.

Jan gasped when the android’s cold metal brushed against her cheek in the form of a caress. She moaned slightly and tried to resist as her top was unzipped and a purposeful hand stretched inside, running over her breasts. Jan felt herself becoming wet as the hand instantly brought her nipples to erection, the bitch little knowing that the mental conditioning was being supplemented by a tiny electrical current that flowed from Jocasta’s fingertips.

“Pleasure… use…” Jan moaned, her hips slowly swivelling as her body yearned to be entered, her cunt screaming for extra attention. “Yes… use me…”

Mine were not the only eyes watching the erotic spectacle of woman and machine. Another section of the pit allowed a distraught Henry Pym to watch the proceedings, the hero humiliated into nakedness by a leather-clad Warbird, who stood behind the doctor, whispering obscenities into his ear as he was forced to watch his wife being so easily taken. A small emergency had meant that the original plan to put the Black Widow to work would have to be postponed… but Carol’s credentials were impressive enough to make this sexual humiliation satisfying enough.

“Maybe if you fucked her like you fucked Firestar, she wouldn’t be quite so hot for a robot’s touch,” Warbird murmured, as she rubbed the black leather one piece costume against Pym’s naked back. “Not that you seem to be too upset.”

She snaked around and rubbed his cock into hardness, her mocking laughter driving Pym mad with shame and degradation, his erection the final defeat. But Carol Danvers was such a horny bitch… and dressed like that… God… he couldn’t help but adore the feeling of her soft fingers encircling his cock, slowly milking it as his wife grew more and more hot under Jocasta’s caresses in the next room.

Jan screamed as her uniform was completely unzipped and a cool metallic hand pressed into her cunt. The pleasure was so intense, almost on a par with what Wanda had given her as the Black Widow was brought into the fold. But the best was still to come… Jocasta left her teetering on the verge of orgasm, disrobing the heroine and laying on the bed, holding Jan on top of her, her metal legs in between Jan’s, spreading them wide open.

The Wasp was right to feel fear as Ultron marched into the room, studying with interest the scene in front of him. It had been problematic reprogramming both of the androids, but Fantastic Four technology had eventually prevailed. Both machines had their memories wiped clean, both given the simple knowledge and urges required to fulfil their primary function. As Ultron advanced on the prone figure of the Wasp, her fear amplified exponentially and I drank in it, marvelling at the terrific sensations as the creation of her husband bore down on her, the electric charge in its maw giving her the first orgasm as her left nipple was shocked over the edge.

“Nooooooooo!” Jan screamed, trying to escape, her hips fucking wildly into thin air as the cum struck her.

Ultron said nothing, its mind wiped, its programming simply to feast upon Jan’s body until it could take no more. But deep within it, I could sense some element of satisfaction deep in its programming. Its hatred of humanity bent into a simple desire for revenge on its creator.

Pym sought to escape the clutches of Warbird as he watched his wife sandwiched between his creation and its consort, only to feel the leather of Carol’s costume dissolve into a black mess that encircled his body and held him fast. Warbird slowed the milking of his cock, but allowed tiny tendrils of the alien symbiote to tease and heighten the sensations on his balls, bringing him ever closer to his final orgasm.

Ultron said nothing as his ‘mouth’ moved from one nipple to the other, his ‘kiss’ bringing forth an orgasm of incredible power with each touch. I could already sense Wanda leeching the orgasmic power into herself and turned to her beautiful form writhing in her throne.

“Suck the bitch dry, my toy. Take everything from her.”

Looking into Wanda’s mind I could see that her build-up of power was now close to its limits. Soon that power would redirected into a massive explosion of hex energy that would rent the magical dimension asunder, ripping it from its moorings so to speak, forever cutting the cords that tied it to our earthly realm. With that final expulsion, the only real opponents to the Agenda would be instantly taken out of the picture, the only person with even the slightest potential to reverse the situation would be my beautiful Witch. She should be rewarded… since she had shown such enthusiasm with Jan perhaps I would give her the remnants of the Wasp once the androids were finished with her. A toy to remind her of her finest hour as my slave.

The Witch moaned and whimpered in her throne, her face contorted with pleasure as she sucked in the orgasmic power of the Wasp’s debasement. I particularly relished the sight of her hips swivelling seductively, fucking back against an imaginary cock as her pleasures increased, as the power grew within her. I smiled to myself, knowing that it was me in her mind, my cock the centre of her longing. She would be well rewarded. Once the Wasp’s mind was completely broken perhaps I would give her to the Witch as a slut for the both of us to enjoy – like a tiger and its mate feasting on a carcass after the pleasure of the hunt.

Jan herself had long since submitted to the pleasures my robots were visiting upon her. At first she had resisted, her strong mind attempting to turn off all reaction to the perfectly-placed cool caresses of Jocasta’s hand over her tight, toned body. She had fought well, fighting off the sensations of the breast massage, ignoring the betrayal of her own nipples as they rose with arousal, ignoring the warm wetness between her thighs, her mind focussed on the hatred she carried for me, the shame and degradation she’d felt as my cock jerked in my hand, sending the thick, cloying white cream onto her face, into her eyes.

But Ultron gave her fear. Deep fear. The connections to her family were too intimate. When she saw Ultron she saw all the evil potential from within Hank Pym himself. Her defences dropped… when the cold metal hand began to dig into her cunt the fear proved to be the chink in her armour. The fear broke through the barrier and then there was pleasure… exponentially increasing rapture leading up to the first mind-numbing climax as Ultron ‘kissed’ her.

“Oh god no,” Pym murmured, closing his eyes, slumping back against Carol as she stroked him, keeping him on the edge of climax. “Not like this… it… uhh… can’t end… yesssssss… like… this…”

“I think you should know,” began Warbird, whispering into Pym’s ear as she allowed the black ooze to fully cover his penis. “I’m going to kill you… but your death will be so exquisite… I will build up your pleasure, take you to the limits of your ecstasy… as your wife is taken, so I will take you… when you climax your life is over… and you will be begging me to give it to you…”

Pym shook uncontrollably as he felt the pleasure increase still further, his balls now covered in the symbiote, like a thousand talented tongues licking his balls and cock… the slight pain of the slit on the end of his prick being opened completely lost in the pleasure bath. Warbird smiled as a thin tendril of black ooze slipped deep into the innards of his cock.

Ultron’s movements were less co-ordinated than those of his consort, but they did far more damage on Jan’s psyche. Each time his charged mouth made contact with her she screamed in pleasure… anywhere near her breasts or inner thighs and she came hard. Two of Jocasta’s fingers were jammed into her cunt, digging deeply into her pink, gushing pussy… the scream when Ultron ‘kissed’ her clit, just as Jocasta dug the third finger in and thrust deeply was music to my ears. I left Wanda to her feast and entered the room where Janet Pym was being taken to the edge of her endurance.

I smiled as Ultron pulled away, his victim looking on in puzzlement as the sensations stopped immediately. Jocasta’s fingers left her breasts and cunt, the Wasp allowed a second or two of bewilderment as she wondered what would happen next. I smiled to myself as Jocasta used her metallic legs to force Jan’s open. I felt myself stroke my own cock as I saw the horror build in Jan’s eyes as she was spread wide. A small compartment on Ultron’s crotch opened, producing a long metallic cock, forever hard, forever erect. At the end, the "glans" pulsed with the same electricity you could see in Ultron’s mouth. The poor bitch screamed as Ultron knelt before her.

Hank Pym’s horror intensified as he felt an equally hard cock tease his asshole. His cheeks were spread wide with ease, the ebony cock slowly pushing inside of him. He screamed in pain, but Warbird laughed maliciously at him as her symbiote teased his cock from both the inside and the outside. When he involuntarily fucked back on her, sending the xenomorph phallus deep inside of him, Carol allowed the symbiote to clamp onto the nerve endings, feeding him raw, unrefined pleasure.

The last coherent thought Hank Pym ever had before the madness descended was of penetration. He saw his wife surge and fuck back wildly as Ultron thrust deeply and firmly into her, his body following suit as Warbird took him. Then there was only pleasure, a black mist descending on his mind, the beautiful face of Carol Danvers etched into his psyche as he shouted out the words she wanted to hear. The begging to take him higher, to make him cum.

Warbird let the alien take control, thrusting deep into him, letting the sensations overwhelm her, revelling in the maleness of her actions, prolonging the pleasure until Pym’s submission, allowing the cum to take hold in her body as Hank’s death throes took her over the edge. I knew that I had created a monster, that in the absence of regular fucking from myself that she would seek that second-best high again and again. The more powerful the man, the sweeter the climax. Carol Danvers would become my second Black Widow, a hero fucker who literally took no prisoners.

I fisted my cock into total hardness as I watched the constant climax in front of me. Jan had stopped screaming now – a hoarse noise coming through her throat as her voice gave out. Ultron fucked her without mercy. Long, deep thrusts getting faster and faster, building up to the final release that would quite literally blow Jan’s mind.

The cock tip took Jan’s pleasure and frustration into stratospheric levels in equal measure. The motion of cold metal in her cunt was the greatest sexual friction she had ever felt. The charge in his cock made her cum each time he bottomed out in her, Jocasta’s fingers aggressively attacking her clit. But she fucked back furiously, sensing the deeper release contained within her, eager to seek it out, eager to give herself to it. That final, total cum that would give Wanda the last powerful spike of sexual energy she required.

I stood beside her, watching with quiet satisfaction as my cock leaked onto her lips. As she took the metallic fucking, I saw her eyes meet mine, I saw her tongue lick at the precum that I had given her. The look in her eyes gave it away. Finally she comprehended. I saw her smile and stop the fucking motions on the robot’s cock.

“I… need…” was all she could say as with a mental command both the robots moved away from the task and quietly shut down in the corner of the room.

I sat on a stool next to the bed, allowing her full view of my cock, watching her brow furrow in anxiety as she struggled to get off the bed, crawling on the floor in front of me. She was covered in sweat, her hair matted to her face, reeking of sex, finally managing to support herself as she hunched onto her elbows, my cock right in front of her.

“Is… this…?”

She sucked hard, so hard as she drained the precum from me, a low groan escaping my throat as she took the gift.

“Yesssssssssssssssss…” she hissed, somehow pulling herself away, the liquid covering her lips and chin.

The Wasp’s final act of freedom was to painfully move herself so that she could straddle me, plunging down upon me, filling her cunt with me. She found complete fulfillment for all time. As she lost her mind to an explosion of sexual energy I sensed the climax to Wanda’s quest. I felt her mind expand, the expulsion of her power… and somehow the universe became a much smaller place.

(XL) BOBBI'S BETRAYAL

The morning’s meditation had been so worthwhile. By now the images that plagued my sleep were becoming more focussed, more defined – the mist lifting, the events I had to look forward to becoming crystal clear. Past, present and future were merging into one massive sexual outpouring. The ultimate aim of the Agenda finally becoming clear to me. Memories of each heroine falling before my power, the elimination of the heroes one by one… last night’s exertions with Wanda. Oh how we had used the broken Wasp so well. Our games had been so enjoyable, each of us taking the Wasp into ever-more perverse territories, a toy for our mutual enjoyment, undergoing ever more degrading acts… and how the lust-fixated bitch had enjoyed each and every one. And now the future – the endgame that would bring Xavier out of hiding, ready to face his final destiny along with the rest of us.

I looked back over the past few months with a sense of wonder. What had started out merely as a desire to fuck these bitches into submission had become a mission, a crusade, a destiny I had to fulfill. With each passing day I grew more adept at handling the Phoenix Force, knowing that it was a part of the Agenda – a fate mapped out for me even before I was borne. The splendour and beauty of the Agenda astonished me, and now the final mists were clearing. Past and future were merging into one and finally I was beginning to see my calling in life, the bastard son that would bring about the apocalypse that would save the world.

“I know what you’re thinking… you think I’m the last… that you’ve won”" Mockingbird was hardly what you would call graceful in defeat, but I decided to allow her some impertinence. “But there’s hundreds more of us out there that will find out about you, that will stop at nothing to take you down.”

My opinion of blondes had been changed somewhat since my experiences with Susan Richards, but Mockingbird was something completely different. A tall woman composed of long, blonde hair, incredible curves and toned muscles, truly a phenomenal example of the female form. I allowed her the outburst as my mind contemplated the tune this bird would be singing when I plunged myself into her, when I made her mine. Bereft of any real power, she had little standing in the overall objective of the Agenda, but she would make a magnificent whore… I knew that she would also attract Malice’s attentions. I began to pity her.

“You’re kind of right in that you are not the last. But the Avengers were the last symbol of superhuman supremacy in the USA,” I suggested, ignoring her petulance. “And as for your thinly veiled attempt at pointing out that there are still challenges ahead for me, well… I estimate around eight minutes, twenty-five seconds before Meteorite and your husband arrive.”

Her face drained of colour and finally I received the acknowledgement I deserved.

“My dear Bobbi, do you really think I was unaware of the message you sent prior to my agents collecting you? More to the point, perhaps you are lacking a basic knowledge of the power at my disposal. I’ve achieved what Doom, Magneto and Apocalypse have failed to do. I’ve defeated you all, taken you down one by one. When I’m done, the world itself will be irrevocably altered, do you understand me?”

We were sitting in my main sanctum, where multiple monitors allowed me to check every major room in the Hellfire Club’s establishment. By now, my mental powers were such that they were largely a waste of time, but they still seemed to be of much fascination to my guest.

She stood in front of the monitors, transfixed by the evil they depicted. A circle of five businessmen, all removing their clothing as they circled a bound Storm, the look in her eyes beckoning them to do their worst. A stern looking lesbian woman forcing the fresh face of Jubilee deeper into her crotch, fucking against her features, pulling her hair savagely when she did not pleasure her mistress in the right way. Scene after scene showing depravity poor Bobbi had never experienced before.

I stood behind her, massaging her shoulders as she watched. She shivered beneath my touch but wisely did not attempt to pull away.

“I know what you’re thinking dear Mockingbird… literally… I suspect that all of my ambitions will be completed by the time you’re as far gone as they are. Believe it or not, they do love what they're doing. Just as, a few hours from now at the latest, you will. It is inevitable,” I removed her facemask. “It always astounds me why such beautiful women should seek to cover their faces.”

She shrunk away from me as I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand.

“What are you waiting for? I’m gonna end up like them, aren’t I? Just get on with it.”

“Now where’s that fighting spirit you are so famous for, my dear?”

“Fuck you!”

“The truth of the matter is, your husband has been lying to you. In the short months he has taken over as leader of the Thunderbolts, he has been growing more strongly attracted to Dr Karla Sofen, the super-villain you know as Moonstone, or Meteorite, depending on your choice of alias. She is manipulating him, he knows it, but can’t deny his own sense of excitement he feels for her. Two days ago, she seduced him.”

“You’re… lying…”

“My powers are such now that I could place you inside his mind and let you experience the memories, if that’s what you want. If it’s any consolation, I think you’ll understand why he did it. I’m planning on you and Karla both getting to know each other a lot more… intimately…”

“Bastard!”

I kissed her neck as she shook in rage, my mind flashing selected moments of Hawkeye’s indiscretion into her consciousness. The days of teasing she had put him through, the flashes of her curves, her flesh… I allowed her to feel the results Meteorite engendered, the desire she evoked in Hawkeye’s heart. Their first kiss, the first time she had made contact with his cock (just a brush, seemingly unintended, but perfectly calculated), the expert blowjob, the sense of lust as his cock first ploughed deeply into her. I gave her his climax. She felt the rage build up in her.

Mockingbird turned to me. “Bitch… the complete fucking bitch… I know what you’re going to offer. Revenge huh?”

“Your husband’s going to die, Bobbi. Nothing can change that. Before he dies, I want him to see that you don’t need him. I want to see you punish him by taking your revenge on her. And I am the perfect weapon, my dear. You’ve seen my work… you know what I can do to her.”

“And the price?”

“In taking your revenge, in making her my slave, you too will become mine. That’s the one inevitability you’re going to be experiencing no matter what you choose. And on the plus side, it does have its… pleasures.”

She contemplated me with disgust. Curious… it would be so easy to turn that look into desire, lust… so easily could I make her mine. But I liked the look. I liked the defiance. I knew that I would enjoy watching it change as my precum alone stoked the desire inside of her. She would be using it to make Moonstone mine, knowing that she would soon follow. The irony of it was so delicious. She would see herself in Moonstone – all the depravities I would visit upon the Thunderbolt I would perform on her.

“I… I… can’t… do it…” she stuttered, turning her back to me.

I walked up behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders, massaging them deeply, feeling her shiver beneath me. I turned her around and stared deeply into her beautiful eyes. I saw fear. Terror, even. From the last of the mighty Avengers. I smiled.

“Bobbi… you want me. Your pussy is tightening… then relaxing, allowing the secretion of your lubricating fuck juices. Your nipples feel so sensitive. They’re getting hard, aren’t they, Bobbi?”

She immediately flushed… I saw the fear begin to melt as my words alone instilled the beginnings of her submission.

“N-n-no… please…”

“I can see the pupils of your eyes dilating… your face is reddening as the rush of blood circulates around your body. Your labia are swelling with blood, as is your clitoris, which rises in desire just at the suggestion of my taking you. Just being in my presence is preparing your body for insemination. Your body desires reproduction, Bobbi. It craves my sperm. Your basest instincts are now geared to procuring me as your mate. Your higher level brain functions are now being engaged in order to serve that need.”

She couldn’t take her eyes from mine. She could see just her much I was in control. Perfect calm as her body betrayed her… as her mind began to rebel against her wishes. As she slowly became mine. The Phoenix Force had taken my original set of powers to the zenith of their potential… and now I was going to use them, first on Moonstone, then on her. This was merely a tease, to show her what I could do to her enemy.

She whimpered at my power, the power I had over her.

“Your pussy is so wet now, Bobbi, slick with the juices that will soon be coating my cock as I take you. Hormones are flooding your body preparing you for the act of intercourse. I will be inside of you… deep inside of your cunt. It will constrict around me and your baser instincts will take over… you will be doing everything in your power to make me climax… to make me thrust into you faster and deeper. Your body will respond magnificently, Bobbi. You know that orgasm will increase your chances of conceiving my child. You will lose control and fuck back with all your passion. By the time my sperm spurts into your womb, you will have climaxed hard. Almost certainly harder than you ever had before.”

Her whimpering increased… her desire magnified to unheard of levels… her knees were weak and she found herself collapsing before me.

“But that’s all in the future, Bobbi… you need me to desire you first of all… your subconscious has noticed that my penis is not yet erect.”

She nodded… slowly removing her costume, revealing her breasts to me. Magnificent. I felt the initial spurts of blood shoot into my cock. I felt the desire well deeply inside of me. Her breasts were large, perfectly formed, her nipples engorged with fuck lusts that my words alone had given her. Words backed up with the power of my mutant capabilities.

Subconsciously she stroked her tits, revelling in the sensations, breathing heavily to herself as she stared at the bulge in my pants, slowly hardening before her eyes. I unzipped, pulling out my half-hard cock. The breathing stopped becoming laboured… a moan escaped her lips… she licked them… the moan becoming a grunt as I pulled back my foreskin, enjoying the sensation of the first drops of precum forming on the tip.

She got so close I could feel her breath on my glans… so close… before I pulled on her hair and away from my prick.

“Not yet, slut… not yet… this was just a demonstration… to give you some idea of the tortures we can give Moonstone together.”

“I… need… need…n-n-need…”

I smiled down at her. The point had been made. The desire she felt inside of her would only be quelled once I had taken her… I could feel the self-loathing inside of her… feelings that she would soon transfer onto Moonstone… a taste of evil that she would only purge by succumbing to my whims. I would enjoy sandwiching myself between her and Moonstone. I would greatly enjoy the both of them fighting for the honour of my climax. I put my cock away… a treat she would have to earn.

“You do have needs, don’t you?” I remarked softly, a veneer of sarcastic pity in my voice. “A need for cock, my dear. Long, hard, deep… anything to sate the urges you’re now feeling. And if it’s not my cock, any would do right about now. Your body has never been so ready has it, Bobbi?”

The mental summons was all it took to bring Malice into the chamber. Long blonde hair gelled back, black make-up applied to her lips and eyes, black leather bodice, thigh-length boots, no panties, shaven pussy.

“Delicious,” she stated simply as she eyed Mockingbird… her arousal swift, her juices quickly flowing, a drop of her fuck mess slowly dripping down the exposed skin of her thigh. Mockingbird saw it and trembled. Inside of her mind she didn’t understand. She barely recognised Susan Richards… her need for cock blinded her to all but the fact she was not a man. “Let me break her, Master.”

“No,” I replied sternly. “I want her relieved, not enslaved… beyond that, use your imagination…”

She laughed in acquiescence and advanced upon her prey, kneeling down and lifting Bobbi’s face with her hand.

“I know what he’s done to you, Mockingbird… I can almost feel your frustration. As I said… delicious…” she leaned forwards… avoiding her waiting lips… licking her face. “I will enjoy you, darling.”

Bobbi gasped as she felt the invisible forcefield surround her, slowly shredding her costume, exposing her nakedness to both of us. A feast of athletic muscle and feminine curvaceousness, quivering with sexual desire. She moaned as Malice bathed her with featherlight touches from her invisible forcefield. No more words, just sensation. I knew what my dark angel was doing as she slowly increased the sensations around Bobbi’s anus… teasing it… preparing it… She knew as well as I that Mockingbird was an anal virgin… that while she could not break her, at least she could introduce her to new sexual pleasures… be the first take possession of her in a new erotic manner. I would enjoy this.

A black leather boot on Bobbi’s back forced her onto the floor… her asscheeks quivering as a forcefield caressed the twin orbs, slowly opening her, Malice allowing drool to escape her lips, watching with pleasure as it struck her puckered anus (her aim no doubt helped with her power)… enjoying the confusion and fear on Bobbi’s face as she looked up helplessly. My leather-clad slave was an acknowledged tease – whenever Bobbi sensed discomfort at the anal attentions she received, Malice would tease her clitoris, maybe brushing her pussy lips with an invisible caress in order to remind her that she controlled all avenues of pleasure.

I sensed Malice begin to warp her invisible force field, moulding it into a long penisoid shape, rubbing the blunt end of it over Bobbi’s anus, again allowing her newly developed powers the chance to sense sensation through her force field, keying its pleasure through to her clitoris… and the sensitive area deep within her cunt. When her force field penetrated Mockingbird, she would enjoy it almost as much as I would were I the one ready to plunder her body. The fact that the former Invisible Woman stood over her prey only added to the eroticism of the spectacle.

I smiled as Bobbie begged at Malice to stop the torture… but what kind of begging was going on? Was Mockingbird pleading to be fucked or was she seeking to avoid the anal intrusion? I suspected it was both. I smiled at the thought that only one set of her pleas would be answered. Mockingbird tensed as the head of Malice’s forcefield phallus slowly dipped into her ass. She tensed, moaned, arched her back… as simultaneously Malice hissed and groaned – the sounds of male sexual possession sounding quite odd coming from a woman. She played with the Avenger as she entered her, running fields over her breasts, flooding them with sensation, her nipples like bullets.

The scene was so erotically charged I had no resistance to offer as the rush of blood bloated my cock into full erection. I shed my clothes quickly, standing over the writhing Mockingbird and stared into my Malice’s eyes. My arms were suddenly around her, my lips on her, my sparse chest hair rubbing sensuously against her full breasts and hard nipples. My tongue penetrated her roughly, fucking her with the same rhythm as used on Bobbi, my cock erupting with precum, hosing Malice’s stomach before dripping into her snatch. She squealed at the sensation that burned into her sex, the sudden rapture forcing a particularly deep and savage set of invisible thrusts deep into Bobbi’s ravaged asshole.

The look of subservience and adoration in her eyes… the erotic move of her kneeling before me, squatting over the body of her love slave in order to service my cock… I grabbed hold of her hair and forced myself into her mouth. Warmth… wetness… suction… licking… mmmmmmmm god… so good. I rewarded her with the mental permission she so craved. The sight of Bobbi’s glistening pink cunt had distracted her for long enough.

Mockingbird screamed in pain and rapture as another invisible cock thrust its way mercilessly into her cunt. The pain quickly subsided as a soft invisible finger got to work massaging her clitoris. Even as Malice expertly devoured my cock she was imprinting herself on Mockingbird, binding her to the girl pleasures only she could provide. It was taking a considerable effort to stop herself from taking her completely, to break her will for all time. But the groundwork was being done right before my eyes. Malice’s cunning was without compare – she was addicting her new whore as she sucked me dry, with my implicit approval. She would need just a key to make Mockingbird hers forever. I could see she had an idea… and I allowed that notion to flourish.

The blowjob was spectacular. Just the right level of suction, no teeth, gob after gob of lubricating saliva, warm licks on the most sensitive areas, invisible forcefields teasing the areas of sensation on finger could pinpoint. Fuck she was good. I was going to lose it soon. I was going to lose my wad deep in her mouth… I sought to take away some of her control, forcing myself deeper into her… right into her fucking throat… I was raping her face… but the moans… god she was loving it…

And then, the key to make Mockingbird’s imprinting complete… the precum I had fired at Malice’s cunt earlier seeped down, a discreet invisible forcefield directing it as it fell… directing it straight onto Mockingbird’s clit. She went mad… her hips bucked… her distended cunt almost exploded in wetness… her back arched to an absurd angle as she fucked at the air, so desperate for more of the sensation-enhancing clear fluid.

Malice laughed around my cock and I smiled down at her, the sight of Bobbi’s mind so close to defeat, her body wracked with pleasures… and of course Malice herself… her incredible oral technique… god where was she touching me now… did it matter? No… no… yes… yess… yesssssss…

Her cheeks ballooned as I came… she tried so hard to contain the massive outpouring… she merely moaned as I spurted so much mind-bending cream into her… she sprung leaks at the side of her mouth… she fucking smiled as it began to drool from her nostril! When finally my spurts abated, she swallowed with ease. And then, the second final trigger for poor Bobbi… Malice drooled the tiniest amount of my cum directly onto her lips. Subconsciously her tongue came out to sample the gift. She surged one more time and then was silent, unconscious. Malice’s job was complete.

She had obeyed my orders and gained a new toy. Once my precum struck her cunt and my cream filled her mouth, Mockingbird would be another of her slaves. It mattered not. The Avenger’s servitude would be very short indeed as the Agenda reached its own climax.

(XLI) "AVENGE THIS!"

“Oh bitch… you chose the wrong lady to fuck with,” Mockingbird, now restored in full costume, snarled as she contemplated the bound, gagged form of Moonstone, tied to the wall, totally helpless. “I don’t care what I have to do, you’re gonna pay.”

Moonstone, Hawkeye’s partner in crime with the Thunderbolts was almost as gorgeous as Mockingbird herself, and very similar in terms of physical appearance too. Both were stunning blondes, Karla not having quite the edge in terms of musculature as Bobbi. Mockingbird was a fighting machine, Moonstone a more feminine looking figure. Maybe that’s why Hawkeye committed adultery…? An idea I planted in Bobbi’s mind to further enrage her.

Moonstone squealed as Bobbi slapped her hard, then leaned into her ear.

“The revenge I have planned for you is so so sweet…” she murmured, giggling to herself. “Sir?”

I stepped from the shadows, smiling into Moonstone’s terrified face. I was quite naked, my cock half-erect, the sight of both women stoking the fires of my fuck-lust – a desire that would grow until both of these bitches were consumed.

“I’m the reason you’re here, Moonstone… the architect of the terror the country is experiencing right now. The X-Men fell, the Fantastic Four followed… and as you can see, my plans for conquering the Avengers have almost reached fruition. I thought I had disposed of the Thunderbolts after I ignited the lesbian in you…”

Moonstone’s eyes widened as the revelation sunk in.

“Yes, whore… I reached into your mind and gave you the desires to touch that young girl… and you enjoyed it didn’t you? I know you did. I was in your mind. Young Jolt wasn’t impressed though was she? She needed cock, Moonstone. Specifically mine. She’s my slave, just as you will be. Perhaps I can arrange for her to return your sexual favours… I’m sure you’d enjoy that wouldn’t you?”

Mockingbird joined me at my side, running her hands over my naked body, allowing her breasts to rub against me through her costume. I felt a wave of lust surge through me.

“Let me make your cock hard,” she urged, her hand stroking my thighs, moving closer to the organ she desired more than anything. “Let me give her the tortures you promised me… sir, I beg of you…”

Huh… "sir"… such respect from a slut I’d only half-turned to my service, But the tortures… yes… they would be enjoyable. I walked up to Karla, looking her straight in the eye, lifting her chin when she tried to avert my gaze.

I smiled at her as my telekinesis slowly began to rip open her costume, allowing her voluminous breasts to spill out of her costume. Mockingbird laughed, looking her hated foe in the eye as her hand expertly stroked my cock. Hard, firm strokes… her hand felt good, easily took me to full hardness. Both of us gazed at our prey. I moaned as I felt my cock jerk, a large pulse of clear precum oozing into Mockingbird’s hand. Enough, for now.

Bobbi and I turned from Karla and looked at each other. She lifted her hand, showing the prize, the long strand of my issue. She turned back to Moonstone. Carefully she ran her hand over Karla’s neck, smearing my juice into her skin, rubbing firmly to get as much into the skin before turning to me and licking her hand clean. Karla moaned loudly through her gag – the assault on her erogenous zone enough to make her close her eyes and feel the burning – the fire of my desire flowing through her body from top to bottom. The bitch was hot. She was soaking already, her nipples on fire, quickly getting hard.

Mockingbird’s hand returned to my cock… more rhythmic stroking, kisses to my neck, her other hand caressing my backside. I surged again, my eyes opening to see the terror in Moonstone’s eyes as Bobbi showed her her palm… it was covered in the clear liquid, precum she rubbed onto both her palms.

Bobbi took her fingertip, tracing my fluid along Karla’s eyelids, along the side of her face, over her lips… each touch burnt her inside… took her desires and multiplied them a thousand fold. Bobbi’s mouth moved closer to Karla’s… the Thunderbolt screaming into Mockingbird’s passionate kiss as both the Avenger’s palms were rubbed hard into her breasts, her nipples. Her pleasure-pain was exquisite… my cock jumped of its own volition, spurts of my precum dousing Mockingbird’s exposed thighs.

I heard her squeal herself as the fluid ran down her leg, easily being absorbed on its way down. Standing behind Mockingbird as she frenched a struggling Moonstone, I parted her ass cheeks, telling Bobbi that she was mine, that she was my whore to do with as I pleased, my possession… the words inflaming me as gob after gob of precum shot out onto her asshole. She broke the kiss with Moonstone and screamed. Screamed for me, for my cock, for the release to the terrible lust I had instantly engendered in her.

I pushed her against Moonstone as my first fuck-thrust buried my cock deeply in her ass. Mockingbird’s lust was only matched by her hatred for Karla, and she used her hands to torture the Thunderbolt, smacking and pulling at her hyper-sensitive breasts, each thrust bringing forth more obscenities from her mouth. I allowed the bonds tying Moonstone to loosen, to allow her to escape the pinching, smacking and abuse her breasts were enduring.

Escape she did, and as I pulled out of Mockingbird’s ass, I could see Karla’s face head straight for my groin. I took her head in my hand as she came closer… I laughed at her as I buried it in Bobbi’s ass, letting her lick at the Avenger’s hole, so desperate was she for more of the incredible liquids I possessed, the chemicals to sustain her high.

“Yes, lick my ass, you fucking whore,” screamed Bobbi loudly. “Lick it harder. Suck it!”

Moonstone did just that, Bobbi screaming in passion as her sensitised ass was explored with such abandon, the Thunderbolt moaning in contentment with every morsel of my precum she could retrieve with her sucking, with her tongue.

When finally there was nothing more to be gleaned from Bobbi’s ass, Moonstone lay on her back, desperately rubbing at her neck and breasts, where the precum had given her a sensitivity to pleasure not even her pussy would ever match. At least not until she had been visited there with the lust-inducing chemicals that would seal her fate. Bobbi and myself looked down at her, her eyes glazed with fuck lust, her mouth attempting for form just two words.

“Fuck me.”

They never came out.

Mockingbird stripped away the remainder of her costume, urging me to do the same to her victim. I smiled at her evil, the evil I had instilled in her via the perverse conduits Malice possessed, and watched her ruby red lips descend onto my cock. Bobbi’s mouth slurped as sucked as she filled it with my fluids, my cock throbbing so hard, almost bursting with the need to cum. Soon I would be able to take no more, soon I would have to evacuate my balls of the mind-deadening release that would make these whores mine completely… totally… yessss…

Bobbi’s half-full mouth smiling as best she could, she leaned over to Moonstone, suspending her mouth a few inches over Karla’s gyrating cunt, the Thunderbolt’s entire body quivering with the alien lusts we had driven into her. Mockingbird allowed a single drop of precum to leave her mouth… watched it fall… watched the incomprehensible sexual outburst as Karla convulsed in unfulfilled lust… then dripped more onto her hot pussy… one agonising drop at a time, the room alive with the screams of concentrated lust that threatened to tear Moonstone’s mind from her.

I could sense her mind begin to shut down as the sensation overtook her completely. I moved myself to Karla’s head, rubbing my cock on her cheeks, her mouth, strong pulses of precum covering her as Bobbi attached her mouth to Moonstone’s cunt then tongue-injected her with the entirety of my lust. I rammed my prick into her mouth, humping at her face as Bobbi looked at me from between our prey’s legs.

I was close to losing control completely, and embraced the feeling totally, feeling Karla’s tongue caressing my cock, feeling her orally begging for it back as I pulled away, her tongue licking at my tip with a maddening intensity that could only be quelled by ramming deep into the suction of her mouth… and then… into her throat. Her legs wrapped around Mockingbird’s head as I succumbed totally, allowing the cream to rise from within me, allowing the climax to over-run me, filling her mouth to overflowing with my brain-softening cum.

The bitch broke there and then, her mind remade in the image of the whore as my cream programmed her, programmed the rest of her existence, gave her the lust for cum and cock that would dominate her destiny. I’d never fuck her again, not even to claim her cunt or ass. There was no point. I merely needed a release and her mouth was good enough for that.

As I released into Karla’s mouth, Mockingbird continued to wrack her body with orgasms, using the middle three fingers of her right hand to forcefully fuck her cunt. When she finally stopped I gave her the single order that would ensure her own submission to me.

“Take those three fingers… and masturbate yourself with them.”

She instantly obeyed… and as she did, I released the blocks on her mind, allowing the affects of my fluids to have their full impact on Mockingbird. She screamed as her cunt, ass and mouth burned with an intensity that she could not even have begun to understand. She had taken the single most concentrated sensory attack that a woman had ever felt, the single most undiluted urge to fuck me flooding her everywhere, there was no escape. She blacked out immediately.

I smiled, my mind planning her final submission, a fucking that would leave her a hollow sex-hungry whore for the rest of her days. Looking down at the quivering body of Moonstone, cum foaming at her mouth like a rabid bitch, I let the smile become even wider.

****

Hawkeye’s incursion into my domain was clumsy – I had expected so much more from him and Moonstone, particularly considering the latter’s ability to phase through solid matter. The simple fact of the matter was now the Phoenix Force was completely integrated into my body and mind – I doubt even Xavier himself would be able to breach my mental defences. Certainly, the Avengers’ final ‘attack’ was such a woeful failure, I began to feel pretty impregnable within any of my New York fortresses.

Despite the fact that the fool was an Avenger, I was ready to make Hawkeye’s final moments on Earth pleasurable – after all, he had no discernible super powers… he was just a man with a good eye and superb reflexes. But the Avengers had to be completely eliminated. Their women would be my whores and the men would die. There would be no exceptions. Word that an Asgardian apocalypse had taken place subsequent to Wanda’s annihilation of the magical realm had meant that there would be no further involvement from Thor and his ilk. The only Asgardian left on Earth was the Enchantress – a woman without compare, whose final role in the Agenda would soon be played out.

But in the meantime, there was only Hawkeye. And his wife.

Stripped of his tunic, Hawkeye’s hands were roped together above his head, his body suspended from an oaken beam in the attic of the Hellfire Club’s building. However, across from him, a large monitor screen showed a similar scene in the room next to his. Only the figure suspended from the beam was the beautiful Mockingbird, her face contorted with pleasure, the reminiscences of her acquiescence to my cock forever haunting her mind. She was also quite naked and Hawkeye was consumed by hatred – I could feel it – his gaze often locking on her slender legs as they hung free in the air. He could see copious amounts of her lubricating fluids dripping down her thighs.

“Hello, Clint,” a deep European female voice intoned behind him… the voice was the Black Widow’s, but straight away he knew something was deeply wrong.

“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned as she ran her hands over his bare back and around to his stomach. ”o many times I’ve wondered what kind of fuck you’d be, Clint… and I know you’ve often thought about it… sex… with me… I know you have,” she murmured, kissing his bare skin, licking at his back. “I’ve been sent here to pleasure you, Clint, to give you sexual rapture as you watch your wife receive hers. God it’s going to be such a good night, lover…”

“Natasha… let me down… you’ve gotta let me save you… save you both…there’s still time… still enough of us left to mount one final attack…”

His moans cut short his appeal, the Widow running her hand down from his chest to his stomach, down further as she massaged his cock through his pants. She giggled sexily as she felt the pulses of blood shot into his organ, his strangled moans of arousal. She pulled away and walked in front of him, looking up at his form as it swung from the ceiling. His cock was level with her face and she smiled at it, then up at him.

“You’ve always wanted to see my body, Clint… I’ve always flaunted it right in front of you… now you can have it… at last,” she teased, unzipping her tunic, allowing her large breasts to be revealed before his ravenous gaze. Turning back to survey his cock, the Widow noticed with much satisfaction that his hard-on was now far more pronounced, bulging from his pants. She laughed a little then stroked it with one long, red-painted fingernail. She smiled at the jerking motion she felt under her, moaned a little at the stain that seeped into the fabric of his pants. Hawkeye was breathing heavily, every heart beat blasting more blood into his cock, feeding his desire, making him hotter and hotter until finally his precum had seeped out from his prick, staining what remained of his costume. Soon it would be time.

“You know, lover,” Natasha smiled as she pulled away from his pants and left him totally exposed. “There really is no pleasure without a little pain.”

He moaned as he felt hot breath on his glans, which leaked more profusely as a result.

“Oh yes, you fucking hot bitch,” he hissed as the Widow took his cock into her mouth… but the pleasure was to be short-lived. When his eyes opened he saw the rope suspending his wife slacken, saw her slump to the ground, saw me standing over her, naked as the day I was born. As Natasha’s tongue teased his arousal to a new state of fuck lust, he saw the look in her eyes, the slackening of her jaw, the pool of pussy cream gather beneath her leaking cunt.

“No pleasure without pain,” Natasha repeated, running her teeth along the length of his cock, sending incredible pleasures through him, his heart beating with pure rage as he saw his wife reach for my own limp cock, jerking at it madly, a crazed look of desire in her eyes.

“No… Bobbi… please… Natasha… let me…”

He felt the Widow’s arm slide between his legs, her fingers digging into the crease of his ass cheeks, a long fingernail worming its way into his anus as his wife took my cock into her mouth, giving it an almost worshipful attendance, blowing me with more devotion than he had ever received. As my cock thrust into her gullet, deep into her throat, Natasha thrust hard with her finger, breaking her nail as she pushed deep into his asshole, laughing at him as his cock jerked madly in her mouth.

Hands on my hips I looked down to see the beautiful blonde adore my cock with her mouth, her wet warm mouth, her questing tongue. Her hands were everywhere, stroking my ass, encircling the girth of my prick, jerking at me wildly, so anxious for me to let loose with the precum that would acknowledge her sexual skill, acknowledge my acceptance, my appreciation of her skill. It was not long coming and I allowed her mouth to fill with the clear fluid that would drive her crazy for my body. Give her the burning that she so yearned for. Looking down at her, I watched her mouth expand as I filled her, watch her swallow some just to let the burning scold her innards. When she pulled away she looked me deeply in the eyes, letting the clear cream drip from the sides of her mouth, onto her tits, then with one massive spitting motion, onto her cunt.

“Fuck me, Master, take the burning away with your beautiful cum. Make me your slut-whore for eternity. I beg of you, sir… I beg of you…” She masturbated my precum deep into her pussy, her body convulsing as she did so, her hole ejaculating her own juices onto the floor as a sign of her total desire.

“On all fours,” I commanded, witnessing her obey instantly. “Suck me for your reward.”

And she did so, blowing me with an urgency I had never felt before. Her lusts were contaminating me and as I looked down at her I wanted to fuck the cunt she was so furiously masturbating. I wanted her hands to jerk me off. As she wiggled her ass I wanted to be inside of it, hearing her scream as she received my meat injection into her most private of holes. I wanted all of it. Now.

The Phoenix Force made my wishes reality. The power was so immense within me that the mere desire to plough deep into that ass was enough. Bobbi’s incredible sucking made me close my eyes in rapture, my mind picturing her body spit-roasted on two cocks, both mine, two Mileses pummeling her ass, fucking her mouth. When I opened my eyes, the Phoenix Force had made it real. I looked straight at a perfect clone of myself, leering over Bobbi’s body, spreading her cheeks apart and easing its cock into her ass. And I felt it. God I felt it. The sweet friction of a tight anus expanding to take the length of cockmeat I possessed, an unbeatable sensation – a freshly broken-in ass succumbing with longing to my cock.

My mind reeled with sensation – cock in her mouth, cock in her ass. I could feel it all. When I heard her scream I realised she did too. When I felt the complete disbelief in Hawkeye’s mind as he witnessed his wife being screwed in two holes by the same man, I realised now that I possessed total power. I truly was in total control of the Phoenix Force. I could shape reality with my thoughts alone. When my cock penetrated her ass she broke off the blowjob to witness who had taken her. I leapt into her mind, making her believe straight away, reassuring her that this was what she wanted above all else, forcing her to increase her pleasure by returning to face-fucking my cock.

She squealed at the fast, harsh rhythm of the fucking, but quickly adapted to it, quickly become at one with what her master desired of her. She felt my clone’s hands on her hips, forcing her downwards, her spread legs brushing against mine. Another me. Underneath her, my third cock being forced into her tight twat.

Her scream was exquisite. I felt it in her throat, felt the cry surround my prick as it was lodged deep inside of her windpipe. It brought my cum so much closer as I felt the incredible sensation. Not just in her mouth either.

As my cock pierced and claimed her pussy, her sphincter contracted hard and the cock in her ass reaped the benefits…even tighter… god yessssss… pleasure ripped me… complete pleasure… cock in her cunt, deeply thrusting into her, cock in her ass, cock in her mouth.

Under her, fucking madly into her cunt I lusted after her breasts as they swung free, so large, so desirable, her nipples so pumped up… so… so fucking available.

I pulled my cock from her mouth, hearing her gasp for breath, watching as her body was turned around, smiling as she lay with her back onto my clone as she screwed gleefully at his cock deep in her bowels, nodding her head quickly as the cock returned to trashing her cunt. I bent down and fucked into her mouth again, my hands kneading her at tits, slapping them, pinching her nipples, feeling the pain rip through her body, heightening her sexual response, each of my precum shooting cocks reaping the rewards of her pain.

I wanted those tits. I wanted them so much. Enough to make a fourth Miles appear kneeling over her, its hands taking over from mine, pushing her tits together, spitting into the cleavage then forcing its cock into the slick breast meat.

Ahhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssss… you fucking bitch… take it all…

Natasha had done her work well, cutting Hawkeye down from the rafters by this time, forcing him against the wall and impaling herself deeply upon him, literally screwing him with a hip action that brought him perilously close to climax. The Widow never obscured his view of his wife’s ultimate debasement, licking at his neck, his chest… never denying him of the wanton sexual abuse I was heaping upon the beautiful Mockingbird.

On my mental signal, the Widow lived up to her dread destiny. As Hawkeye watched the multiple climaxes I drowned his wife under, Natasha screwed him with a vengeance, a fury… his own orgasm hit him like a juggernaut, taking him over the edge, his cockhead expanding in her cunt, ready to spurt his jism deeply into her.

“Avenge this!” she hissed as she gripped his cock in her tight cunt, then swivelled her hips viciously, a sickening breaking noise assaulting their ears. As the cum shot from him like a rocket, the pleasure was increased exponentially by the pain of his broken cock. Sensation overwhelmed him as Natasha’s hands closed in around his neck. Just as the agony of his ruined genitals reached his brain, his neck was effortlessly snapped.

The Widow smiled at the lifeless corpse that hit the ground, running her finger through the bloody cummy mess the hero had ejaculated into her, now seeping down her thigh. She brought it to her lips and licked it clean, tutting at the sight of the broken nail, enjoying the taste and leaving the room. She knew a slave that would soon be licking the mess from her.

Poor Hawkeye… the last thing that Clint Barton saw was the ultimate degradation of his wife, Bobbi Morse, aka Mockingbird. A chain reaction of orgasms piled upon me, starting deep in her ass. There’s nothing like the feel of a broken-in asshole – the resistance is still there, but the ready acceptance of cock in a previously forbidden orifice remains a potent force to be reckoned with. Her tight chute was perfect and I couldn’t take any more. I let rip with my climax, shooting massive wads of thick gooey cum deep into her. God the feeling was amazing… so much so that I lost control.

Almost simultaneously, I came hard into her cunt, feeling her body convulse with ecstasy as I finally owned her, made her mine. I jetted deeply into her, so fucking hard that she over-brimmed with my discharge, making me pull out and spray her thighs, her thatch of blonde pubic hair, her stomach.

I fed my cock deeper into her throat, letting the gobs of cum blast directly into her stomach, all the way into her innards, my hands locked onto the side of her face, deep pistoning action filling her more and more… fuck… yes she was mine.

I slapped at her tits with a fury as my last load was unleashed, blasting the fuck juices onto her face, her neck, into her tit cleavage, onto her nipples… then back to her face as I pulled out of her gullet, emptying the final vestiges of my discharge onto her features, into her eyes and nostrils. Two cocks, one just spent, the other still pulsing, covering her face and tits… yessss….

As the desire faded, so did the "clones" – mental projections of my urges to take her in every which way. Now I had done so, their job was done and what energy was expended on their creation was brought back into my mind. A look of utter sexual contentment dominated Mockingbird’s cum-sodden features, a look I had never seen quite so pronounced on any of my previous conquests.

Now with the Avengers annihilated from the face of the Earth, it was time for the end game. Xavier… perhaps an inventive use of my X-Men sluts would bring him out into the open…

(XLII) COUNTERMEASURES

The air was crisp and cool as myself and Phoenix stepped out of the car and looked at the imposing building before us. The journey towards Westchester had been pregnant with expectation and now we were back where arguably the whole thing had begun. Charles Xavier's ancestral home. The X-Men mansion. Practically abandoned in recent weeks, it would now serve as the place of Final Reckoning. I took my consort's hand as we headed for the entrance. As our feet crunched into the gravel, I cast my mind back to recent events since the Avengers had been defeated.

Organised crime now controlled New York City and ironically, the streets had never been safer. Ordinary citizens were too light a target for the Kingpin's mobs and crimes against them were not tolerated by his men. Justice was swiftly despatched for all wrong-doers. Now, no-one did any wrong.

I had prepared Reed Richards as the 'front man' for our enterprise when the Kingpin eventually did trace us to the Hellfire Club. The corruption of the brilliant Mr Fantastic helped cover my tracks – to Wilson Fisk's mind, only he could have brought about the destruction of super-heroism and the crimelord knew he could do business with him. A truce was set up – collaboration in unmasking the few remaining heroes, law and order to be maintained by the Kingpin, access to the whores for the Kingpin and his lieutenants. Our pornography business handed over as a show of faith.

My operation was now so vast, previously difficult tasks could now be achieved with little more than a thought. Measures and counter-measures. Word of a cadre of super heroes composed of Captain America, Wolverine and Spider-Man causing problems was to be quickly eliminated. Sharon Carter was tracked down and awaited... indoctrination. The webslinger's secret identity was being sexually prised from the Black Cat (yes I could have done it in microseconds myself telepathically... but why let someone miss out on the fun?). Madelyne Pryor was robbed of the deep connection she shared with my Dark Phoenix, infused with the essence of the original Jean Grey, a sexual sacrifice to keep Logan occupied should he turn up. Which he would. The whole thing stank of Xavier.

“After you my dear,” I smiled, opening the mansion door for my Phoenix. That luscious mane of long blazing hair, that perfect hour-glass figure, the tiny leather skirt that barely covered her ass, stocking tops revealed, skin-tight leather top that clung to her body but allowed her cleavage to spill forth. The Phoenix insignia bright orange and red, seemingly burned into the back of her skin tight top... a walking fucking wet dream. And all mine.

Before entering the mansion, I looked up to the stars, past the blackened surface of the moon, to see the shooting star get ever closer to the Earth. Just a little pin-prick, barely visible at all, yet the power of the Phoenix Force flowed through me – was one with me – giving me sight beyond physical limitation. An instinctual calculation. Less than 15 hours before she arrived. My Phoenix and I headed for the Shi'ar databases. There was information to glean, suspicions to confirm, and plans to be made as the key to Xavier's defeat unfolded before us.

****

The old team. Together again. Well... at least half of it. In the past the both of them had shown that they could work wonderfully well together. My deep probes into her mind had shown that before I took her, Susan Richards had been one well-satisfied, highly sexed creature. As all vestiges of Reed Richards' decency had been forced from him, so he was allowed to 'reunite' with his wife. They had spent a day fucking before their twisted minds sought to increase the thrill by adding Hellfire whores into their sexual diet. Torture. Ecstasy. Submission. Their powers worked in concert, Richards' elastic physique able to take penetration to new levels of depth, to fill any crevice, his 'wife' able to manipulate flesh more subtly with her invisible forcefields. Through Psylocke's submission, Malice learned ancient sexual secrets and arts that made her even more powerful... and ever more hungry.

Now, the pair of them hunted together like a pair of raptors, stalking their prey through clogging humidity and claustrophic rainforests. Central America at its wildest. The forests parted before Malice, invisible forcefields clearing her path. A black, skin-tight halter over her impressive breasts, thong covering her pussy, otherwise naked, as agile as a panther as she sped in pursuit of her prize. Reed Richards like a serpent, all curves as he stretched between the trunks, propelled by extending arms, pushing him through the trees, through the undergrowth, a black-clad creature zeroing in on the hunted beast.

The prey ran in blind terror. Feet crushing foliage, arms flailing branches aside. Years of combat training forgotten in a sea of blind panic. She tripped, crashed into the ground, her hands instinctively pushing herself up, pulling her long blonde hair into a ponytail. One quick check. Her ankle was okay. She ran. Part of her knew it was hopeless. The sound of Malice's forcescreens flattening the jungle were getting closer. Twice already she had spotted the snake-like form of Reed Richards behind her. She'd been lucky. Instinct had kept her free.

She pulled out her Desert Eagle firearm. Checked the ammo. A full clip. Safety off. She kept running. The cave behind the waterfall, her last chance. Do or die. Her combat vest was drenched as she ran into the cave, she felt her nipples rise at the sudden cold... at the fear... despite the years of training, her hands shook as she took cover, pointing the gun at the mouth of the cave.

Moments later, two figures were silhouetted in the rush of the running water. Sharon Carter held her breath. Aimed. Fired. An invisible bubble surrounded the figures as they walked through the cascade of water, repelling the water, repelling the bullets. The shaking overcame her and the gun clattered against the rock floor.

****

The parting had been painful for Madelyne, the essence of the Phoenix Force ripped away from her – now just a tendril of its power suffusing her being, keeping her alive, keeping her sane. The physical changes wrought upon her being had not changed – she was still as beautiful as my Dark Phoenix, as desirable... a carbon copy of Jean Grey with every tiny imperfection removed. A woman almost as sexually desirable as the Enchantress herself.

To call her Madylene would be wrong. My consort had flushed her previous existence from every part of her consciousness. As she regained consciousness she looked into a mirror and saw... who? It took a double take for it to sink in... she saw Jean Grey. But this Jean was different... her head ached with dark thoughts... her body flushed with terrible, lurid lusts...

This was the Jean Grey who revelled in her sexuality, her desirability... the Jean Grey who surrendered to her fucklusts... the Jean Grey that would have fucked Wolverine within minutes of first meeting him. Wolverine. Logan. She desired him. Wanted him inside of her. She reached into her mind and found images that aroused her, thrilled her to her deepest depths...

She understood what she had to do. She walked with purpose through the halls of the Hellfire Club, mentally creating her old Phoenix costume, assembling it from molecules and melding it around her generous curves. The sash slung itself telekinetically around her hips as she opened the door. She held aloft her index finger, allowing Phoenix energy to form at the end of her digit, illuminating the room, smiling at the bedsheet covered form on the typical Edwardian-style Hellfire Club four-poster bed. She approached, padding softly on the woodpanel floors, sitting on the edge of the bed. She pulled away the topsheet, smiling at the form she uncovered.

Jubilation Lee awoke slowly, yawned, reached to her bedside and turned the light on. Jean felt a fire within her, an arousal she could not control. The young asian american had slept for a couple of hours, yet her hair was still teased, her face still painted like a whore's. White foundation, pink cheeks, most of the glossy red lipstick and eyeshadow, her lashes curled and prominent. She wore only a semi-seethrough black negligee.

“Jean...?”

The older woman ran the back of her hand over Jubilee's face... allowing her telekinesis to bring the girl out of bed, up to her eye level. Jean looked at the girl with a deep desire, letting the lust in her build up, feeling power flow through her as she forced her lips onto the young girl's, raped her tongue into her mouth and moaned deeply at the feel of her resistance.

Jubilee would face one more nonconsensual violation, and since Jean's body still possessed the bonding powers of the Dark Phoenix, it would be her last before she was finally broken. Jubilee's countless nights of molestation at the hands of Hellfire customers had finally come to an end.

****

“The name Felicia... that is all the Master wants.”

“I... can't... never...”

A chain thrown over one of the oak rafters, each end circling one of the Black Cat's wrists – the length judged just right, Felicia Hardy's body stretched, but her feet still firmly on the floor, back arched, jutting breasts. Her inquisitor marvelled at the tightly toned body, the wonderful flood of platinum blonde hair, the buoyant breasts and naked pussy trapped behind black, lacy underwear, legs encased in sheer silky smooth thightop stockings.

The Black Cat's descent into pornography had been rapid, aided and abetted by an earlier 'recruit'. Mystique had proved to be a valuable asset – her possession at the hands of Morgan Le Fay had brought her baser desires to the surface – and she found a unique way of expressing them in front of camera. She had guided Felicia into the black pit of hardcore porn, but thanks to my conditioning and Mystique's continued 'enthusiasms' the Black Cat enjoyed it... looked forwards to displaying her body on film, thrilled to the thought of men masturbating over her, took those cocks with relish... orgasmed in genuine abandon...

“Come now lover... think of all the wonderful times we've had together... the endless cums I've given you... the Master promises you wonderful rewards in return for the name...”

Felicia opened her eyes, looked deeply into Mystique's pupil-less, golden eyes... she couldn't read the feeling, but she could see the relish in her face, shied away from her touch for the first time as the blue-skinned mutant caressed her exposed side, smiling at her...

“Forget it... this is the barrier I won't cross... I... I...”

“Love him?”

Mystique sighed, running her finger to her captive's lips, smiling as her shape-shifting took effect, allowing the finger to slowly transform, Felicia rapt as the finger's girth expanded, grew veins, the nail expanding like mercury before moulding itself into a puffy mushroom shape. Mystique smiled at the inevitable moan from the fallen heroine, allowing the Cat's pouting lips to open, taking the phallus into her mouth, Mystique laughing quitely to herself smugly as she felt Felicia's tongue exploring the ridge of the glans, the feel of the skin... the mutant allowed her powers to take effect again, simulating erection as her prey sucked.

“This is the only thing you truly love, slut,” Mystique smiled. “You adore it... want it... need it... since your submission it has become your addiction...”

She let the shape relax, Black Cat's eyes opening in disappointment as Raven Darkholme's cockfinger withdrew from her mouth.

“I want the name. Or I won't just deny you that which you crave. I will punish you.”

Felicia's panting abated... she stared back defiantly.

“Never!”

****

I plugged my mind into Cerebro... a primitive toy compared to the cosmic-spawned power of the Phoenix Force... it would have to be improved. A simple exercise of my will allowed me to create a strong neural link directly with the Shi'ar databanks. I began to absorb the knowledge I would require, the final pieces of the puzzle. The Phoenix Force itself guided me in pursuit of the truth, plain historical facts purloined from the databanks sprang up into reminiscenses. The Force gained life within me, spoke to me with 20 billion voices. Five minutes later, I pulled away the Cerebro helmet, allowing the information to culminate into a single narrative within my mind. The feeling was... mind-expanding... overwhelming... I needed time to let the information gather...

Barely a millenia ago, a master race controlled the cosmos, enslaving all before them. Possessed of incredible mental and physical powers, they drew upon the elements themselves for their capabilities. But the slaves rose up and defeated their overlords – a massacre across the galaxy, 20 billion lives snuffed out. But they defied death. They became one. The Phoenix Force... the symbol of the Phoenix... resurrection... no... revenge...

The first Dark Phoenix was that tool of vengeance... no wonder the Shi'ar were so keen to destroy her. And yet... Lilandra and her cronies had only dared approach her personally once Xavier had retaken control. My connection to the Force was not so deep... neither myself nor my consort were constructs of the Force as the original was. We were no cosmic threat. However... now I knew the truth I felt the burning need for retribution. This revenge, quite happily, would only fuel my own Agenda.

A space craft, hurtling through space towards Earth would see that need sated. I smiled, leaving the room in search of my lover. The waiting would be unbearable were it not for the 'loose ends' being tied up elsewhere... diversions that would entertain us telepathically.

****

Malice looked down at the huddled, shivering form of Sharon Carter. Blonde hair swept back into a pony tail, matted with dirt. My dark angel recognised the beauty in her face, the defiance in her eyes, even through the small bloody cuts and mud-smeared features. She recognised a woman in fine physical shape, casting an appreciative eye over her full breasts, knowing that the legs under Carter's combat fatigues would be perfectly sculpted muscle.

She turned to Richards... they smiled coldly at each other, their eyes burning with delight... a challenge... no longer a physical one. The hunt was over, the prey was cornered. Now the sport would begin, the breaking of a strong will. Soft forcefields nullified gravity around Sharon's body. She was raised from the floor, her body limp, exhausted. Another forcefield propped up her face by the chin as Malice looked at her deeply... defiant blue eyes met were met with a thin curled smile.

“Hello darling,” purred Malice softly, reaching out to stroke Sharon's face. “Such a wonderful prize... we are looking forwards to enjoying you.”

Reed Richards joined his ex-wife and appreciated the catch.

“Such spirit... and such beauty... I love this moment my dear... the uncertainty in their eyes... the knowledge that we will be doing things to her that will doubtless break her sanity...”

“Yesss....” Malice allowed her hand to drop, to cup Sharon's breast through her combat fatigues. “I like...”

“But so dirty...” Richards continued, looking closely at the defeated ex-SHIELD agent's muddied face, knowing he was arousing Malice, knowing how both of them would respond. Their sickness began... both of them spitting heavily onto Sharon's face... causing her to flinch and whimper, Malice's fingers smearing the saliva into her face.

“We're marking you darling... you're property now... my property.”

Carter struggled valiantly against the forcefield, instantly wanting to wipe her face clean, but the fields surrounding her were unmoveable. Truly, she was trapped and she growled in frustration as Malice and her lover spat violently into her face again, their tongues now slavering over her face until they met over Sharon's lips... then broke away...

“What's the matter?” Malice asked in a stomach-churning patronising tone, the tone of a parent talking to a simple child. “Oooh I see... so dirty... let's make you clean hey?”

Malice and Richards padded to the cave mouth, their prey suspended above the ground, brought to the rushing water. Fields protected them from the rushing water, but Sharon was offered no such protection – the water drenched her... totally... Richards grew aroused watching Carter's nipples strain against the dark green vest she wore; he licked his lips in anticipation. He noticed Malice move closer, speaking into her ear, probably constructed a field around her mouth to block out the deafening noise so the soaking special agent could hear her.

I moved into Sharon's mind, moaned at the fear, enjoyed the powerlessness. What are they? What are they gonna do to me? It can't really be them...

“My name is Malice... you have been chosen Sharon Carter... moments from now you will truly feel me. You will feel my invisible touch on your body... on your most sensitive flesh... outside... and inside... I can touch you where you've never been touched... my lover's body will penetrate you in ways you can't even imagine. We will take you more deeply than you've ever realised was possible. We will fuck your mind and your body. You will be my slave, my plaything. I will break you... mark my words I will fucking break you.”

Malice exercised her power, stretching Sharon out, arching her back then slowly tearing her clothes away with invisible forcefields, leaving her with just a thong to cover herself.

Carter screamed as the icy water hit her unprotected skin. Screamed for the first time since she was a child. Pulled out from the water, the deafening noise just stopped... Malice's forcefield reconfigured on the cave mouth to stop sound from entering, or leaving the cave.

The silence broken by Malice's sexy deep voice as she let her powers tear away her own halter top inches from Sharon's face, displaying her breasts to her prey, invisibly manipulating her nipples into arousal in front of her eyes.

“Now... now we begin.”

****

“Jean! No! Nooooo!”

The red-haired woman stared in pure lust at the body she pinned below her. Small, apple-sized breasts, a petite yet sleek body, dark wispy pubic hair, slender legs – now cruelly forced apart by Jean's knees. Smiling as she felt the violence overcome her, she used her fists to bunch up the negligee covering the girl's tits... and tore. She smiled, delighting in both the sounds of the rent fabric and the squeals of Jubilee as she resisted...

Resistance... it fuelled a fire deep within Jean Grey... it made her angry... she felt that anger rise within her, felt the Phoenix energy burn into her hands. She palmed both of Jubilee's breasts hard, her hands glowing with powerful, unearthly light... allowing the energy to leave her body. She felt her cunt pulse with arousal, wetten as the girl's scream reached her ears, the feel of her back arching off the bed.

Pulling Jubilee up by the hair, she brought her face to within an inch of her victim's.

“Play nice with me baby,” she hissed, a manic leer becoming a sick smile... “Play nice and I will pleasure you.”

Jubilee stared into those maddened green eyes... shook with fear... the pain had passed quickly but now there was fear of this woman she once called a friend.

“Good girl,” smiled the redhead, allowing her to move back, resting her back against the four-poster bed's headboard, her legs still spread wide, the transparent negligee more erotic than ever... it barely covered her body but the sight of it ripped upon, Jubilee's forming breasts clearly visible served to arouse Jean deeply. She caught her breath... moaned... smiled at her prey, tossing her glorious mane of red hair over one shoulder, feasting on the fear in Jubilee's eyes, adjusting her position, straddling the young American-Asian girl, her knees either side of the Generation Xer's hips.

Jubilee's eyes became saucer-wide as she noticed a little tear develop at the edges of the Phoenix symbol on Jean's costume. The aggressor smiled, pulling the girl to her face, but as she leaned closer to kiss her, she brought out her tongue, lapping at Jubilee's face, the flat of her tongue moving from her chin, over her lips, her nose... when she finished, the young girl opened her eyes to see Jean's creamy tit-flesh slowly being revealed, one breast beginning to peek through the green/gold fabric...

Her gaze was rapt on Jean's breast as it slowly revealed itself... not knowing that the mind-altering chemicals in the redhead's saliva were bringing forth a deep heat from her. Jubilee was beginning to respond to Jean's insistent sexual manoeuvring, she began to feel a need to touch the forbidden flesh... to stroke it... I could sense the base questions in her young 14-year-old mind... what does it feel like? God... I wonder how large they are? Will she like it if I touch them? I think I want to... her own body was starting to bring itself into full arousal... her young, yet well-used cunt began to moisten, she felt her breasts rise a little, her nipples growing erect... Jean reached down, smiling, stroking what she knew to be the more sensitive of the girl's breasts. Both palms surrounded one breast, the thumb stroking the nipple...

Jubilee moaned, feeling a deep thrill flood her as the tearing of Jean's costume stopped, her right breast spilling out of the X-Men uniform. She looked at the large globe, perfectly weighted, plump nipple... she moaned as she felt Jean touch her, moaned at the delicious sensations flooding her tit as her lover massaged it... she felt the urge to return the pleasure, reaching up, taking the tit flesh in both hands, stroking it with her palms, copying the redhead's movements, appreciating the panting her touch engendered. Her own breasts were left well alone now but Jubilee continued to stroke the older woman's, loving the feel of the pliant flesh, loving the shudders and moans.

Jean looked down at Jubilee with a maniacal glint in her eyes. Inside her mind I could feel her pleasure, her breasts being masturbated like this... masturbation... that was what it was... Jean was a totally sexual animal, just like my dark consort – her breasts were as much a sexual area as her cunt... in fact, savouring her feelings, it felt very much like the sensations of my cock being wanked off. Jean felt her lust building, put her hands on Jubilee's, forcing her to manhandle her tits more savagely, twisting the soft flesh, making her pull at the nipples. She was building herself to orgasm, using Jubilee to do it. In her mind, she pushed her lust still further, the image of Jubilee's face drenched in her milk – her cum – her ejaculate.

“Pull it Jubilee... good fucking girl... stroke it... twist that tit... you want it don't you? Love it don't you... my little slut... fuck it – yesssss!”

Then it happened. Jean arched her back erotically, felt her breast expand then tighten... tighten... she felt the nipple harden intensely, then pulled Jubilee's hair savagely, the girl's scream tipping her over the edge. A long blast of thick creamy milk blasted from her tit, Jean looking down with steely green eyes, face contorted with orgasmic joy as she splashed herself over the 14-year-old's face and chest, feeling Jubilee gasp and scream in surprise. The second spurt was just as intense, telekinesis forcing the young girl's mouth open, the milk spurting inside... then on her forehead, into her eyes. More telekinesis. This time deep between the girl's legs. Expert clit manipulation, forced muscle rippling to increase sensation, a slight opening inside of her... give the bitch the urge to be filled... Jean laughed as Jubilee jumped, then smiled and moaned, tit juice still dribbling onto her.

Jean increased the sensations as she gently took Jubilee's head into her hands and rubbed her weeping nipple on her mouth. Instinctively the young girl began to suck. Moans of delight escaped from the redhead that had once been Madelyne Pryor. She sucked well, her reward being ever more delicious feelings oozing from her cunt. Telekinesis robbed Jean of her costume, the tearing sounds arousing the younger slut, her gasps and moans muffled against the breast on which she suckled.

Moments later, she pulled herself away from the weeping nipple, a trail of milk dripping from her lips. Jean looked down expectantly at her. Jubilee's dark eyes met hers, then dropped to her other breast, now freed completely from her costume. Both palms encircled the fresh breast and looking deep into the redhead's eyes, Jubilee became to masturbate the other tit.

“Yes my slut... do it... make me cum again... feel your cunt respond to me... feel it deeply... feel the lust build in you as you pleasure me... feel my issue coat your body... it tingles darling... feels good... stroke it harder... you're fucking me... so good... so fucking good...”

The bonding was inevitable.

****

Lesbian rape. A concept previously foreign to the Black Cat, but now one with which she was completely familiar. Mystique had watched as they had used her. Occasionally she reminded the beautiful pornstar that just the name would end the ordeal, but she didn't capitulate. So Mystique had smiled, then sat back and watched.

Mary and Selma were thuggish, thickset 'women' – deeply unattractive, skinheaded lesbians. They dressed in leather jackets and skintight pants, they worked out religiously, they were massively built, their breasts long since sacrificed to the cause. They weren't lovers, yet they came to the Hellfire Club together and worked over the less valuable whores intensely, almost as a team. Never had they tasted any of the women I had brought to the establishment – all of them were too good for this pair. Neither of them could believe their luck as they had looked over the lingerie-clad form of the Black Cat, hanging by chains from the rafters.

Mystique had shape-shifted into a business-suited man, offering Felicia to the women for double the usual rate. She had listened to the haggling. The negotiation had been swift. They knew they only had the one chance to be with a whore of this quality. The $10,000 fee was quickly agreed.

They had pawed her first, exposing her large tits and cooing over them, stroking them and then smacking them hard, the skin turning cherry red as they laughed, licking her face, spitting on her, then coercing their kisses onto her. Selma enjoyed whispering threats into Felicia's ear as Mary forced her tongue into her mouth. The threats became hard, stinging slaps to her ass, Selma enjoying Felicia's whimpering, then her cries of pain as Mary put her arms around Felicia's body and buried her face in the massive cleavage, biting at the tit flesh, mauling on the nipples.

They rubbed themselves on her body, their hands now exploring her intimately... viciously... they smiled and laughed at each other as their cruel fingers dug into her panties. They enjoyed the dryness of her cunt, enjoyed violating it with their fingers, enjoyed her cries of protest. From behind, Selma used brute force to bury a finger, then two, deep in Felicia's asshole. There was no pleasure in it – the Black Cat had not been conditioned to enjoy such sexual treatment, her debasement still derived from cock-induced sexual fulfillment. Not this.

When they took Felicia down from the rafters, she was in no condition to fight. Her arms were stiff, immobile. They took their pants off, followed by their boxers – Selma sitting on a chair in front of the Cat, spreading her muscular legs wide, displaying her rank, hairy cunt. Mary forced her onto all fours, then closer to the displayed unkempt genitalia. She draped the chain around Felicia's neck and pulled hard on it. The sound of dire choking.

“A warning whore... you're bought and paid for. Do as we say or we'll fuckin' choke you to death.”

Her head had been forced between Selma's thighs.

“Lick it,” ordered Mary. “Suck on her juicy snatch. Fuckin' do it.”

Strangled cries as the chain was used without mercy. Then a deep confident voice.

“Oh yes... oh yes... oh yesssss.”

“Good kitty. Suck her. Lick her. I'm fuckin' next so make her cum now. Do it. DO IT!”

Tears escaped Felicia's eyes as she felt the tight thighs crush her head. She licked and sucked for all she was worth, unaware that Mary was taking off the belt from her discarded pants, stretching it, testing its rigidity. Then doubling it. Then raising her hand back. Selma's thighs now vicelike, holding the Cat to her cunt.

SMACK!

A convulsion, a wail from the trapped bitch – Selma threw her head back and moaned like a man. She stroked Felicia's hair almost lovingly as the belt was taken to her ass again and again, until the cunt on her mouth quivered, the legs around her head crushing her, cunt fluids squirted over the abused blonde's face as Selma reached her high and came hard. Releasing Felicia, she looked down and smiled at those beautiful features – her make-up smeared with tears and cuntal discharge.

They swapped. Near enough the same muscular vicelike thighs, a new fresh cunt to service, but this time more tortures to endure. Felicia's hair was pulled hard when she did not service Mary as she pleased. Selma dug deep into the blonde's cunt, licking her bloodied ass, biting deeply into the firm flesh left alone by the belting, probing into her anus with three merciless fingers.

After Mary came, they stood over the beaten and defeated pornslut, enjoying the view. The Black Cat was by far the most beautiful slut they had ever used and they smiled at each other as they moved to finish the encounter. Felicia's hair was pulled back hard and she opened her eyes to see a well-tongued fuck-sated cunt above her face. Mystique turned away and left the room as both women concluded the encounter. Each of them washed off Felicia's face with their own dirty water before leaving her sprawled on the floor.

“Get her cleaned up,” commanded Mystique to a guard as she left the scene. “I want her looking as beautiful as she can be for the Thai.”

****

The Dark Phoenix had enjoyed my frenzied, deep fucking as we both shared the trials of Jubilee, Felicia Hardy and Sharon Carter. We fucked over and over, switching mentally between the three submissions, each inspring us to yet another peak – yet another intensely wet orgasm. It would probably be our last night together before the conclusion of the Agenda. I still felt full, the cum would not stop flowing, the sheets of Xavier's bed were soaking from our issue. We wanted to fuck some more... and as our minds moved to the ordeal of Sharon Carter, shards of fresh fuck lust coursed through our bodies...

(XLIII) HONEY TRAPS

The ex-SHIELD agent known as Sharon Carter strained at her invisible bonds as her assailants drew closer – she struggled with all of her might to affect some sort of escape... but it was useless – she could not even move a single muscle, her body surrounded by a skin-tight invisible forcefield. Malice and Richards circled her, letting their hands run appreciatively over her body, Carter shivering to their touch, realising that the forcescreen that surrounded her allowed her involuntary reactions to take place – but all conscious resistance was useless.

Their hands drifted over her flesh, Sharon feeling the friction deeply, not knowing that the invisible field had now moved into her skin, her flesh, her nerve endings being singled out and individually given special attention, now making them far more receptive to physical touch. Pain dulled, pleasure heightened exponentially.

Malice, at eye level, inches away from her prey, both of her hands caressing Sharon's large tits, knowing that the sight of the orbs being molested aroused her 'husband', knowing also that she was exciting her prey even though her mind screamed against it.

“Her breasts will pleasure you, lover... your cock trapped between them, your cum arcing over her face...”

Sharon shivered, she could almost swear she felt the hard presence in the sensitive flesh between her tits, she pulled her head back as she felt the liquid bursting over her face – she thought she was going mad, not knowing that once again, Malice was using her invisible powers to torment her. She whined in fear as Richards shed himself of his clothing, eyes locked on her body, hands stroking his prick.

“Together we will use her... her tits... her cunt...”

Carter squealed hopelessly as she felt something long and hard stroke its way over her cunt, gulped as she felt her anus suddenly expand... nothing was touching her... she concentrated, rationalising, knowing it was the invisible forcefields at work.

“We'll move deep inside of her... as one...”

Her cunt now – feeling empty... so cavernous and deep... her instincts begged for her to be filled... Malice moved closer, pulling her face up by the chin, kissing her forcefully... deeply. Her lips felt like heaven – her own sensitived a hundred-fold – Sharon loathed herself for responding, feeling the hate inside of her build. As the kiss broke, Carter redirected the hate to Malice, spitting at her face.

Malice roared angrily, forcing her onto all fours, kneeling beside her.

“Such a naughty girl, such a dirty girl,” she snarled. “We're going to have to spank you.”

She summoned Richards, pulling his hands directly in front of Sharon's face, allowing her forcefields to reshape his flesh, large points growing on each palm, Carter's eyes widening as she realised just how painful this was going to be.

Malice looked deeply into her eyes.

“Let me look at you – I want to see this in your face.”

SMACK! The spiky flesh dug deep into Carter's rear, the agent fuelling her hatred as she saw Malice's sadistic smile. The pain hit her hard... pain... so much... pain? She felt her nipples hard, she felt her cunt contract, then release, oozing hot juices... SMACK! Agony... ecstasy... Sharon could not tell the difference as the inch-long hard fleshy spikes dug deeply into her toned ass. Agony... no... she felt her arousal grow, moaning into Malice's mouth as she forced her kiss upon her once more. SMACK! A scream escaping her as the pleasure cascaded within her.

“Fight me Sharon... fight me slut... you know once you've reached orgasm I own you completely. I will draw them from you again and again, until I've broken you... you will lap from my cunt as I desire it... you will do anything I desire of you... anything...”

SMACK! Sharon knew she was right... she felt the cloud descend upon her mind as the unutterable pleasure rose within her, her cum building deep in her belly. She forced it down hard – then gasped it back up again. Malice brought both hands back to Sharon's large, pert breasts, her palms feeling as though they were covered with 10,000 needles – all of them digging into her flesh – no blinding pain, just more pleasure.

Oh god no, she thought... her cunt pulsed in expectancy... SMACK! Nooooo! Yesssss! Both hands on her tits.. milking motions... each squeeze... rapture.... Yesssssssss!! SMACK! Arghhhhhhhh!!

“Fight me bitch... you're making it too easy... dumb little whore... you like it too much...”

The language hit home, Sharon roaring in defiance, eyes alive with hatred.

“Gimme the best that you've got... so help me, I'll fucking beat you yet!”

Malice smiled, gestured to Richards... the spanking stopped.

“I excite you like no man ever has,” the leather-clad Dark Angel murmured, stroking Carter's hair, smiling. “I'm going to enjoy this.”

She stood, nodding to Richards, Carter watching amazed as Reed's body flowed around Malice's, disrobing her completely, swirling around her, his flesh bonding to hers as she knelt in front of Sharon, legs spread wide, a large semi-erect penis draped between her legs. Malice laughed at Sharon's dumbstruck expression, her hand fisting the cock grotesquely. The top half of Richards' body flowed around Carter's, rubber flesh forcing her head down, inches away from Malice/Richards' prick.

“Trust me my dear, you will derive great pleasure from sucking it. And so will we.”

****

Felicia Hardy shivered in fear, watching the scene play out before her. Hours had passed since her ordeal at the hands of the women who had so callously used her for their own deviant sexual ends and since then life had been easier. Massage calmed her body, warm mutant power supplied to her, flowing over her skin, healing the wounds, restoring the sheen to her body, making her feel better inside. The ordeal now seemed obscured by mists of well-being... and yet... still she feared Mystique's next form of coercion... her mind had been plagued by the mention of the Thai... she knew her pornographic performances were exported to the East, but that was the extent of her knowledge.

She had been prepared, her hair washed and styled, her face expertly made up – the same women who prepared her for her films. Sensuous lacy lingerie was given to her, its feel a caress against her skin. Stockings, bra, panties... white... she knew she looked a million dollars. Thrust into my boardroom within the Hellfire Club, she felt her wrists being bound behind her back, she did not resist the gag. She knelt on a black satin pillow as two oriental men entered the room.

The voice on one of them, despite the foreign language was familiar... her blood ran cold as she realised it was Mystique in yet another male form. Immaculately dressed, speaking the language with a fluency she couldn't believe... the mystery man a small oriental, in his early 40s, yet well-preserved, licking his lips as he looked at her, at her toned muscle, the swell of her breasts... he smiled in superiority as he looked deep into her eyes and saw her fear.

She realised that Mystique was negotiating. The conversation was respectful, the Thai man never under-estimating his 'opponent' – Mystique speakly softly, yet clearly, always emphasising her point. Felicia wished she knew what they were saying. In the end, the conversation tailed off. They had agreed. The pornslut once known as the Black Cat shivered in panic. Mystique, retaining her oriental male form turned to her and smiled.

“The good news, darling, is that you are something of a celebrity in Bangkok... your market value is quite considerable. 'The Cat's Education' has made Mr Li here hundeds of thousands of dollars.” Mystique smiled at the mention of the film's name. “We had such fun there didn't we? I seem to recall your response to your first demonstration of the true power of girl-love being magnificent... and the way I held you and kissed you as you were sodomised on camera for the first time still arouses me a great deal.”

Mystique leaned down and slowly removed the gag from Felicia's mouth.

“The time for silence is over bitch... I want the name, or else you return to Bangkok with Mr Li to begin a new life...”

“N-n-noooo... I-I-I won't...” Felicia stammered, her eyes still steely with resolve.

“Perhaps you have no idea of what awaits you darling,” Mystique began, kneeling down to bring herself level with her captive. “Mr Li has been quite specific in his plans for you...”

“D-d-don't care...”

“You will start as his personal whore. You will attend to him in his bedroom, you will share a bed with him... and his wife. You will be slave to both. To keep you passive... and in the mood... you will regularly injected with a heroin-derivative Mr Li uses on all his possessions. It will make you horny, it will make you feel good whether he's fucking you or beating you. You will become addicted to it and thus to him... when he's bored with you, you will be used in his business dealings as a negotation tool. You will be raped and used by some of the most deviant fuckers in the East, do you understand me?”

Felicia's horror grew, her shivering became visible. Mystique caressed her cheek, smiling as her face grew red and the tears started to flow from her eyes. Mr Li turned his chair to the spectacle, leaning forward, smiling.

“You've seen the movies he makes Felicia... your celebrity status will make him millions. The western whore in Bangkok getting the same treatment as their bitches... men, so many men... women of course too... but you know it's worse than that... animals... dogs... horses... apes... just think how much money it will be worth to see you performing these acts... performing any act to get your next fix of his drug.”

“Noooooo...” Felicia hung her head, shame overcoming her, fear now at a level she had never felt before.

“Perhaps ten years from now he will set you free... provided you live that long... your looks gone, your health gone, your life... gone.”

“Pleeeease...”

“I want the name. The name now or I sell you darling...”

Mystique walked behind the prone form of her captive, smiling at Mr Li as she deftly took away Felicia's bra, exposing her perfectly rounded creamy breasts to the rapt gaze of her eastern admirer. Mystique pulled her hair back hard and kissed and licked her neck.

“Just the name, darling,” she whispered into her ear... “It's all that can save you...”

Mr Li moved closer as Mystique hands snaked around Felicia's soft body, under her breasts, moving them upwards, pulling on her nipples. A swift exchange in Thai, Mr Li smiling, getting up, walking to the fireplace.

“Just the name Felicia... give it to me and I will reward you tonight... in my bed... I will bring the finest studs in to pleasure us... then I will make love to you... over and over...”

The Black Cat moaned... the kisses on her neck, the expert caresses on her breasts, the moistness deep in her cunt... they mixed with the fear, heightened her sensitivity... so close to breaking now, so close to giving in to Mystique... so close to saving herself from a terrible life the shapeshifter had only just begun to describe. She closed her eyes...

“The name. NOW!”

Felicia snapped her eyes open, screaming at what confronted her, unable to move – Mystique's inhuman strength keeping her rooted to the spot. A grinning Mr Li in front of her, brandishing a red hot branding iron at the end of a poker... a manic glint in his eye, his gaze rapt on her perfect breast, the large nipple...

“Tell me the name now bitch... tell me... tell me or else Mr Li gains a new whore... a new possession... he wants to mark you now as his, your flesh burned deeply with his family symbol... tell me the FUCKING name!”

The iron glowed furiously in front of her, Li moving it closer to her left breast, Mystique pulling the tit flesh up to meet his mark... she could feel the heat already, the panic in her rose... the iron now inches away and getting closer all the time...

“Parker!” she screamed. “Peter Parker! Peter Parker!! Please! PLEASE!”

Li snarled in frustration as Mystique pulled her away from harm – Felicia collapsing, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed in relief. She didn't even notice the heated debate going on in front of her, Mr Li obviously extremely unhappy at the deal being broken.

Moments later, Felicia was brought back to reality by a light slap to the face. She stared up into the faux features of Mystique, hating the oriental male shape she had adopted.

“We have a problem darling,” smiled Mystique evilly. “Mr Li wants compensation. Luckily... I have something in mind.”

****

Hunched over Jubilee's face, the woman who now knew herself as Jean Grey threw back her head and screamed in orgasm. Despite only an astral self being present to view the scene, I felt fresh flushes of arousal course through me at the licentious scene. The young girl was prone beneath her, her face trapped between Jean's thighs, her tongue licking incessantly at the weeping snatch presented to her, instantly addicted to the seeping juices that flowed freely from the redhead.

The moment of orgasm had been exquisite. Jean's sweaty body, the white liquid oozing from her twin nipples, the mess on Jubilee's body from smeared milk, sweat and cum, her hair and face matted in the brain-melting cunt juices. The redhead glowed with the residues of the mighty Phoenix power, her liquid messes conducting the power, surging raw ecstasy through Jubilee's lithe frame, convulsing in orgasmic rapture.

Encircling her arms around Jubilee's young body, Jean pulled her body towards her, burying her face deep in the young girl's molten snatch, letting her skilled tongue explore the puffy wet lips, her lips sucking on the stubby little clit presented to her. Jean sucked hard, filling her mouth and nostrils with the scent of young cum, revelling in her power in prolonging Jubilee's orgasms. Again and again she made her crest, at last dropping her when the girl could take no more, unconsciousness taking her.

Jean Grey looked down at the unconscious form of her new slave. Smiling, she glanced into the mirror, witnessing the full scene – both women soaking wet, naked, sexually sated. Sniffing the air, she scented distilled sex. Her cunt began to cream anew, her mind locked on Wolverine... Logan... knowing that his enhanced senses would betray him, knowing that that honey trap was ready.

Looking down at Jubilee she decided that once she was conscious again, there would be no harm in extracting even more of that irresistable honey...

****

The scene was exquisite. Sharon Carter, having endured and survived the first battery of Malice's power, was on her hands and knees, the combined bodies of her Mistress and Reed Richards in front of her. The elastic former leader of the Fantastic Four had wrapped his lower body around Malice's, allowing his own upper torso, arms and head to stretch around Carter's body.

She closed her eyes, struggling to fight the sensations of Richards' form squirming against her, over her back, underneath, over her breasts... and then the feel of him bonding his skin against her tit-flesh, the sensations of pleasure magnified a hundredfold by the continuing invisible forcefields manipulating her nerve endings... when a sliver of elastic flesh disappeared between her thighs, she fought hard to prevent her scream.

“Open your eyes, my slave...” Malice's level voice commanded her. Despite her hatred she obeyed, looking once again at the obscene sight of Richards cockflesh standing erect between the ex-Invisible Woman's thighs. Hairy male pubic flesh... she was revolted by the sight, by the way she could see the hardness disappearing between Malice's legs... probably into her cunt too. They were bonded. What Richards would enjoy through his prick, Malice would feel too. “Look at it, my dear Sharon... take it into your mouth... suck hard on it... pleasure us!” Fuck, she would feel it.

The ex-SHIELD agent felt Richards' probing elastic flesh move into her thong. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as her wet cunt was brushed with feather-light touches... and then... the torture of her clitoris. The softest caresses of all, barely noticeable usually... but now thanks to Malice's power... oh no... she moaned softly in defeat...

“In your mouth slave... this will be just the beginning of your pleasures... your life will change irrevocably from now on... such a beautiful woman like you... the possibilities will be without limit... at my side, you will attain such power...”

Carter's clit seemed to be alive, the touches now didn't seem like touches at all, just constant waves of arousal... and she needed more. Needed so much more... she was almost surprised as she felt the tip of the cock brush her lips, feeling it pulse in approval... even more surprised as she felt the rush of saliva moisten her mouth... oh no... another acquiescence...

The feel of hot goo running down from her clit to her asshole... Richards was about to reward her... she would let him... had to let him... her large lips encircled the cockhead, she felt her drool collect around the tip... she moaned as she twirled her tongue wetly and energetically around it. The goo between her legs seemed to electrify and she realised she was doomed, convulsing in pleasure.

“Oh yes my little slave... suck... suck harder... lick it...take us deeper...” Malice's words sounded like they were coming from inside of her head and Sharon obeyed, feeling her clitoris assaulted by wave after wave of throbbing elastic flesh, feeling her anus begin to open to accommodate the oozing flesh as it pooled there; she was sucking harder... deeper... ten thousand needles of ecstasy flushing over her tits... she felt like she could feel Richards pleasuring every single erogenous zone on her body... and the only price she had to pay was taking this prick ever deeper into her hot, wet, sucking mouth.

Malice looked down with pride as her new slave sucked harder and deeper on her surrogate cock, using her own powers to deprive her 'husband' of his orgasm, prolonging the rush... She flashed a smile at Richards, his upper body now wrapped around Carter's completely, his head moving from site to site on her body... her tits bitten and mauled, her ass spat on and licked... and each time the girl responded with an even more vigorous sucking motion, now her hands coming up to jack on the dripping tool she orally worshipped. Her own ecstasy began to overwhelm her, Malice feeling the male pleasure of Reed Richards fed through her own power... this slut was wonderful... she would be given pride of place in her domain... she would learn new levels of submission in her bedchamber...

Malice pulled her hair back savagely, hissing in rapture and triumph, “Look into my eyes bitch! Look into the eyes of your Mistress!”

And then she relaxed her power on the prick between her legs, closing her eyes, feeling the permitted rush of orgasmic release, the pleasure violently sounded out by Richards as he bit and chewed deeply on Carter's red-raw tits and nipples. Malice laughed as she opened her eyes, witnessing the fear in Sharon's eyes become total submission as thick ropes of man-juice arced over her face, onto her cheeks, nose, mouth... Malice enjoyed the cum, enjoyed the look of her new slut, thrilled to the sight of the slinky agent joyously accept the liquid gift over her features.

When Malice smiled warmly at her slave, she saw the woman respond with a small smile of her own. Pulling her up by her chin, the Mistress frenched her new slut deeply, occasionally breaking to suck the cum from her face and feed it to her tongue with another, deeper kiss...

“I want to penetrate you now my slave,” Malice smiled as the kiss ended. “Deeply and completely... I will be inside you forever... you will be bonded to me... now and for all time.”

My dark angel thrilled when she heard Carter's simple response... “Forever, Mistress... yessssss...”

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The battle had been short, but fierce – the remnants of a residential area in Queens testament to the ferocity of the fight. A fight-weary fatigued Spider-Man had little chance of defeating Warbird, bonded as she was to the alien symbiote that had once served as his black costume. His civilian ID compromised, locating Peter Parker had been easy, and now, unmasked, beaten to a pulp, his body was chucked unceremoniously on the floor of the studio set. Felicia Hardy, clad in black silk lingerie, attended to by a stylist, turned away from the make-over in terror – the sight of the defeated Spider-Man plunging her into a deep black fear.

Mystique, now returned to her original female form, watched from the background, smiling at the tableaux about to unfold... Mr Li's compensation was about to take place, and as the six cameras swooped around the king-size, silken-sheeted bed, Parker would have a front row seat. Albeit a tightly secured one.

Li himself, wrapped in a black dressing gown, watched the Black Cat intently, enjoying the view as each layer of make-up was applied, her hair carefully adjusted, perfumes sprayed onto her neck, into her cleavage. Already he had enjoyed the sight of her being carefully bathed by a bevy of his women, already he had felt a deep lust take hold of him as he watched her cunt being freshly clean-shaven for this event.

Mr Li was a master pornographer and this production would make him the toast of Bangkok. He looked to the table in front of him, smiling at the three full syringes awaiting him.

With Parker barely consciously, the event began, four small, lithe Thai women taking Felicia by the hand, leading her to the bed, the Cat's instilled sluttiness overcoming her fear. Sex was only a short time coming, cock would be given to her... and fuck... she loved the look and feel of a man's prick, erection thrilling her, knowing it was her body that aroused her partner...

Lain down on the bed, the other women did not leave. Instead they held her down tightly, kissing her exposed flesh as Li approached, shedding his dressing gown, unashamed of his total nakedness. He could see Felicia's eyes glued to his semi-erect prick and he knew that the stories were true – that her need for it was insatiable. Climbing onto the bed, he straddled the bitch he was about to fuck, laying his scrotum against the base of her silk-encased breasts. Letting one of his women free one of her hands, he guided it to the hard meat on offer. He smiled. She smiled back at him. Without hesitation she was rubbing him gently, tantalisingly... looking down he was captivated by her... her big blue eyes, her perfect features, the platinum blonde hair... he let his erection take form, letting her tease him into full arousal, letting his cock expand to a degree he has not felt possible...

When he rubbed the oozing prickhead on her lips, she had pursed them, allowing maximum coverage of his cock to feel her... then he had moaned in pleasure as her tongue came out, taking pleasure in covering his tip with her saliva, making him growl, making him pull on her hair and forcing her to take his stiff fuckmeat into her mouth. As she did so, she looked up into his eyes, displaying a rampant involvement... lips sucking, hand jacking... he threw back his head and allowed himself to be blown, cradling her head in both hands, then using the position to drive his cock deeper into her. He laughed in pleasure, enjoying her frantic sucking noises, feeling her tongue caress the sensitive underside of his prick... smiling as he felt the precum escape his cock, letting her tongue dig into his piss-slit to extract each and every drop. The slut's celebrated addiction to hard cock meat was not merely a rumour.

Pulling back from her, he appreciated the saturated saliva coverage of the top few inches of his rod, moved down and unsheathed her massive mammaries. Soft, large, yet firm and pliant, he palmed both of the beauties, pulling on her nipples, twisting them evilly, appreciating the pleasure-pain on her face, before raising one hand back and smacking her left breast hard. The yelp aroused him, causing him to pull the breasts apart, before plowing his engorged prick into the tender canyon of her cleavage, thrusting them together again and fucking them wildly, fingers still molesting each nipple with each thrust. Felicia closed her eyes, dreaming of the wonderful feeling of warm cum shooting onto her neck, her chest, her snatch creaming at the anticipated feelings... but it was not to be.

The hands pinning her down redoubled their efforts, her eyes snapping open and pitiful screams escaping her mouth as both tits were ruthlessly smacked... and smacked hard... then she felt her body being raised, Li being handed a long length of plastic cord. Grinning down at her, he began to wind the cord around her body, binding her tits down, the cord digging deep into her flesh, her tormentor enjoying the folds of mammary flesh being made around the plastic as it dug into her. When the bondage was complete she could feel the rush of blood being constricted, both breasts throbbing... his cock gaining extra friction as it wormed its way beneath the cord back between her aching breasts, the molestation of her nipples now more excruciating... the pleasure-pain now deeply more intense.

When he twisted her teats, she cried out in pain... her eyes once again snapped open, and the feel of absolute horror descended upon her, fixing her eyes on her tormentor as she saw twin hypodermics given to him, one in each hand. She looked appealingly into his cruel eyes, struggling against the strong little hands that held her down, her mind ablaze with fear of the unknown. Both needles were aimed for her breasts, specifically her red-raw nipples.

Mr Li laughed as both needles broke skin... he bore down hard with both of them, deeply impaling both imprisoned tits, before propelling the liquid contents deep into her breasts. A quick mental scan of Li's deranged mind revealed the contents – a heady mixture of narcotics and super-stimulants, his aim being to give poor Felicia an itch she couldn't scratch... amplified by a factor of 10,000. His laughter echoed in her mind as she convulsed, a deep heat lancing through her bound titties, the cameras closing in to capture the moment from multiple angles. Still held down, Felicia could not escape as the tit-fucking resumed, the heat within driving her mad with lust and agony.

When he pulled away from her breasts, she felt her silk panties being ripped asunder, the pain being replaced by a deep-rooted fucklust as she felt his cockhead pressing against the moistened folds of her cunt... her clit engorged, her clean-shaven snatch oozing with drenched desire. She quivered as she was slowly impaled... then all reason left her mind as she felt the sharp jabbing point of a third syringe... she heard his moan of distilled pleasure as the terrible agent was injected directly into her clitty, her cunt squirting and convulsing, jamming down on the proffered cock, Felicia's mind breaking as the heat in her breasts raged like an inferno deep in her clitoris.

The hands released her, Mr Li enjoying the show intensely as the Black Cat's hand went to her tits, to her cunt, feverishly rubbing, squeezing, attempting to ease the terrible heat, each caress slightly easing the sensations, only for them to return even deeper as she moved to service another part of her tortured flesh. Li rode her hard and deeply, spreading her wide so the cameras had full access to her slut body. Soft female hands helped soothe (and by consequence further enflame) the Black Cat's lithe, supine body. The Thai porn baron signalled to his lieutenants, letting ten of them gather around the chemically maddened super heroine cum adult star, all of them furiously jerking themselves, their cocks in turn smeared on her face, the Cat's prick addiction driving her madness into an even deeper stupor. Every time she opened her eyes, a new hardened cock was ready for her.

Her snatch felt like the Grand Canyon as Li pulled free from her, signalling to his women to lift her legs up, spread her wide and present her anus for his view. His meat, slick with her issue, fucked into her easily, brutally... the intrusion made her scream over and over, especially as Li pinched her tortured clitty with each thrust into her hot, clenching asshole.

The cameras zoomed in on her breasts as Li's sluts peeled away the biting cord, letting the flesh gain its freedom, the sudden rush of blood amplifying the feeling of the narcotic stimulant, the allergic reaction causing her titties to expand to almost twice their normal size.

Li could take no more, pulling out of her ass and cumming hard... he sprayed her face, enjoying her opening mouth and questing tongue, arcing liquid ecstasy over her forehead, into her sweat-matted hair, over her cheeks. His prick sucked clean by the still rampagingly horny Felicia, he pulled away, letting his aides rub themselves on her, until they too each deposited their thick white loads on her body, her face, in her hair.

Still desperate to appease the feelings in her tits and cunt, the Black Cat sat up on the bed, letting the cum roll down her face and chest, caressing and squeezing herself, rubbing her cunt deeply, incoherent lust words streaming from her mouth as another ten men surrounded her, jerking off to the site of the wildly gyrating Cat in front of them... holding her down as they came... the target again her face, her hair slowly becoming drenched and matted with thick white cream.

The lust-incited Carol Danvers pulled Peter Parker up by his hair, forcing him to watch the utter pillage of his ex-lover, still barely conscious... yet very much aware from Felicia's screams that she was in real danger. It was a danger of losing any kind of return to sanity. The cameras filmed every second as Felicia fought the drug-fuelled sensations in her swollen tits, in her dripping cunt. She began to search out new cocks and suck on them until they sprayed on her. She used her hands, her mouth – she allowed any man to penetrate her deeply wherever they wanted. And the cocks did not stop coming – she lost count of the amounts of men who used her, then ejected on her.

Mr Li stood back and watched, thrilled that his horrific narcotic agent worked so well, making full use of the young slut who so expertly sucked him as he watched the continued degradation of Felicia Hardy. He could almost count the millions of dollars in his mind.

Hours later, the sperm of over 100 men smeared onto her body and into her hair, the Black Cat lay unconscious as the camera teams dismantled their rigs. Warbird lifted the near-crippled form of the defeated Spider-Man and tossed it onto the gooey mess of his old girlfriend. Inside of her, the alien symbiote thrilled her with triumph. The 'evil' webslinger's punishment had only just begun...

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The night had passed with myself and my Dark Phoenix locked in a deep sexual coupling, drawing on each other's power for the upcoming challenge. When the revels had finished, no words were spoken. She dressed in her costume, using the Phoenix power to create the new dark version of her classic uniform, then did the same for me, cladding me in a black jumpsuit.

Together, we held hands and walked to the grounds of Xavier's mansion. The fireball in the sky heralded the new arrival and we both watched it smiling. The penultimate piece of the jigsaw, summoned by the earthly woes of her own consort. Cosmic awareness had told us that the Shi'ar Majestrix herself, Lilandra Nerami, was en route to Earth... and she was almost here. I could feel the Phoenix Force within myself and my dark consort rise... this time there would be no mistake.

The Agenda would be furthered with my own complete control of the massive energies that, untapped, flowed within me. Lilandra came here to help Xavier... instead she would be sacrificed to the Phoenix Force, the head of the Shi'ar subjugated as a mere slave-slut just as her ancestors had been generations ago. Plus irresistible bait for Xavier...

End of Book Seven

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