SUBMISSION AGENDA 03:

RECRUITMENT DRIVE

by Pegasus
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With Miles tracking down and dealing with the last vestiges of the X-Men, the Agenda gathers speed as he attempts to build his New York powerbase, systematically taking down both the Thunderbolts and the Fantastic Four. 

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(XIV) CHERIE'S MYSTIQUE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah don’t want you to hurt mah mama,” she complained… before quickly adding, “…Mastah.”

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

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

“Ah try…” Rogue murmured pathetically. “Ah try to… make her feel…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah’ll look aftah her,” Rogue piped up, her allegiances now perfectly clear, and ready to be tested.

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

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

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

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

“I know I am,” Stephanie replied candidly. “But trust me, I’ve got plenty of experience.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure…”

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

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

“They’re 32E,” Stephanie replied truthfully, with more than a little pride.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Call me ‘mama’, sweetheart.”

“I… like to feel… dirty, mama.”

“Which part of you does your boyfriend like the best?”

“My titties… definitely my titties… I… I… like him to nurse on me… sucking my milk from me…”

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

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

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

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

“Holy shit…” Stephanie gasped, eyes like saucers… “What are you?”

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

“I’m going to be your greatest fuck ever, baby, your every desire made real. You don’t know what sex is until you’ve been taken by a shape-shifter.”

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

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

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

“Show me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tastes so fucking good… I can tell why your boyfriend loves those tits now…”

“I want you to love them ‘mama’,” Stephanie sighed, arching her back, offering her bare, leaking breasts to her lover. “Suck me… and fuck me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I extricated myself from Mystique's mind and returned to the hotel room. It was now completely pitch dark, and my cock was still spurting jets of warm cum over my chest and stomach. I sighed at the waste, but truly my thoughts were elsewhere. Bigger conquests awaited my attentions. One day, four years ago, I had made an oath to take them all down and I would do just that. This wasn’t just about Emma Frost trying to take over my company. This wasn’t just about fucking some exceptional pieces of ass. I could sense a deep resentment inside of me, a deep sense of revenge… for what? I didn’t know. I just knew that the world would pay the price for what they had done. I’d make all the fuckers suffer for what they had done. Everything was so clear to me now, even if I had no idea why.

(XV) TEST SUBJECT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh Hallie, what are you doing?”

Jolt barely suppressed a scream, pulling up her bed sheets as Meteorite, the Thunderbolts’ second-in-command, stood framed in the doorway, wrapped in a satin dressing gown, chuckling silently to herself, tossing back her mane of glorious hair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please… Meteorite… this… this isn’t right.”

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

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

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

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

“This… can’t be right…”

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

“If it feels this good, Hallie, it’s got to be right.”

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

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

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

“Please…Karla…please go… This has been a terrible mistake…”

“Come on, little one, I have the same urges as you… I want you to suck me…”

“NO!”

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

“Suck it, you little tease… SUCK IT!”

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

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

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

“Moonstone! Stop it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve been doing some research,” my consort remarked, drawing back from my hungry lips.

"Of what kind?" I wondered.

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

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

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

“You want to try out the technique on this girl?”

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

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

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

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

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

“How… how did you…”

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

“No… it wasn’t like that… why are you being like this – you’re one of the most celebrated heroines, you’re one of my… role models…”

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

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

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

“I don’t want to be pitied,” she snarled. “Why don’t you just cut to the chase?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No… I won’t… do what you want with me… I won’t…”

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

“Suck it dry,” Phoenix urged as Jolt hurriedly complied. “Suck it like the whore you’ll become for us.”

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

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

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

“Phoenix. Strip her.”

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

“Get used to this feeling whore… I’m the first, but hundreds will follow.”

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

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

Suddenly she bucked violently under me, screaming “My ass!”

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

(XVI) FANTASTIC FORNICATION

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Listen, Mrs Richards, I have very little interest in money as such…”

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

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

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

“Yes, but what in…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You… you sick pervert…”

I decided to give her some kind of choice…

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes… okay, I’ll do it… you pathetic, sick little boy.”

“You really don’t want to fuck with me, Susan,” I replied. “At the moment, I’m being more than reasonable compared to how I usually behave.”

“Let’s just get on with it…”

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

“Take off the jacket, Susan, you won’t be needing it.”

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

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

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

“Now… the skirt.”

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

“Lose the hose,” I demanded… again surprised at her instant compliance.

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

“Turn away from us… and now get rid of the rest…”

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

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

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

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

“Now you tell me what’s happened to my family,” she spat in disgust.

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

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

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

“They’re hardly pornographic, but you wouldn’t believe the number of times I jerked off to them when I was younger…”

“Just… tell… me… about… Ben!”

“Phoenix?”

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

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

“You… you son of a bitch! Why are doing this? Haven’t you got a conscience?”

“No… no conscience. I desire you and conceived a plan to make you mine, that’s all.”

“And you’ll kill to do it?”

“Yes… I suppose I will. I had Cyclops murdered in order to bring about Phoenix’s enslavement… and she’s never been happier.”

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

“You’ve killed them all, haven’t you? Just to make me vulnerable, you’ve killed my family.”

I threw her a lifeline.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No!”

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

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

“NO! Stop it… please! Just tell me that my family is safe.”

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

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

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

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

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

Sue’s attention never left the screen.

“What’s… w-wrong with him?” she stuttered.

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

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

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

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

“God, yes, Sue!”

“NO!” Susan screamed, tears streaming from her eyes.

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

“This isn’t true, it’s all a lie!”

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

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

“Sue… your cunt feels so good!”

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

“I’m gonna cum, sis!”

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

“Give it to me on the face, sweetheart!”

“YES! Arghhh! Yes!”

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

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

(XVII) FANTASTIC WHORE

From the moment Susan Richards accepted my cum, I knew that Phoenix and I had found the part of her personality she suppressed – Malice. Only by weakening Sue’s mind and properly… stimulating her, were we able to get this far. The beautiful, slender Invisible Woman carefully gathered the cum I had coated her with, still sniffling her tears away as she ate my cream.

“How goes the battle, Sue?” I inquired, my prick beginning to stiffen again at the sight in front of me. “How does Malice feel to you now?”

“It’s becoming stronger,” she admitted slowly, her eyes slowly closing as the effects of my cum seeped into her bloodstream. “God your cum is good… I feel so… dirty…”

I smiled as I watched Susan succumb to the mind-deadening cream. Phoenix had described the sensations to me after I had first transformed her. The feeling of alcohol misting over your mind was her analogy, only my jism was much more concentrated, attacking and numbing all inhibitions while at the same time causing a deep, insatiable hunger for orgasm. Before my eyes I could see it happening, Malice becoming stronger as the rational, restrictive aspects of Sue’s personality were temporarily quieted.

“Tell me about Reed… I want to know…”

I sighed. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as straightforward as I had hoped. Only the aspect of the Invisible Woman I wanted to destroy would want to know about her husband.

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

“I want to know… I’ve got to know… I’ll do anything…”

“Anything?” I questioned, quite surprised at this capitulation.

“I’ll let you fuck me if you want… but I’ve got to know.”

“I’m not going to fuck you, Sue. Not yet. But I think that Phoenix would like to play with you. Do what she says to the letter and we’ll let you in on everything you need to know.”

Once again, I thrilled at the sight of fear dominating Susan Richards. It was clear that she’d never been with a woman before, and as she uncertainly turned to Phoenix, I saw her swallow apprehensively. Phoenix smiled and pulled her into her arms, mouth open as she closed in on Sue’s lips, her tongue already beginning to thrust into the Invisible Woman’s mouth even before contact was made. I heard a muffled yelp from Susan and a satisfied moan from Phoenix.

The sight before me sent new urgency into my erection. Susan’s slender form was dominated by the luxuriant, curvaceous voluptuousness of Phoenix’s body, her astounding body seemingly absorbing her partner into her. It took all of my self-control to keep myself away from Sue’s cunt, allowing my consort to run the show. Susan had already tasted me – now it was down to Phoenix to break her down still further.

I could feel her telepathic feelers stretching into the Invisible Woman’s mind, seeking out the darker aspects of her psyche, willing the long-tamed Malice to return to the fore. My consort’s hands were everywhere, at once massaging her back, before moving down to caress her buttocks lightly, then savagely digging deep into the cleft of her ass cheeks, fingers seeking out her untouched anus.

Sue pulled away, shocked.

“Don’t… don’t… t-touch me there!”

Phoenix just smiled sweetly, again taking her in her arms, pulling her closer.

“Deny me again and I will… hurt… you,” she threatened, sitting down on the couch. “Now come here, slut. I want you to feel my breasts.”

Fazed by Phoenix’s intimidating tone, Susan sat down in front of my consort and tentatively reached out with both hands, seeking out her massive breasts, marveling as they seemed to expand under her caresses. Phoenix grew hotter with each caress.

“Harder… do it faster!” she hissed. “Pinch my nipples!”

Mesmerized by Phoenix’s body, Susan did just that, increasing her speed, digging deeper into the firm flesh, pinching down hard on the swollen tips, the red-haired beauty gasping and squirming at the masturbation her tits were enduring. Sure enough, her cream began to gather at the ends of her nipples. My cock throbbed as Sue dipped her head down, her tongue carefully scooping up the proffered drops of milk.

"Good girl… yessss… now stroke it… stroke it hard…"

Susan pulled her head back, moving both her hands around one breast, both thumbs resting on Phoenix’s nipple, slowly developing a rhythm as she pulled at the flesh, then stroked back. The milk began to dribble profusely from the heavy tit, smearing over Susan’s hands as she upped the tempo until Phoenix screamed in release, thrusting her torso forwards, hosing our prey with her precious milk. Sue continued the ecstasy by diving down onto the other leaking tit, sucking for all her worth, forcing her new mistress through another orgasm, both her hands again pulling on her breast, milking it like a cow’s udder as she drunk deeply from my dark lover.

“You’re going to be so… good,” Phoenix complimented as her climax subsided, her hands holding the drenched Invisible Woman to her tit. “So fucking good.”

The look on her face when she finally managed to pull away from the red-haired woman’s breast flesh said it all. As well as the expression, I could feel the evil of Malice coming to the fore, the sensation driving new lusts through me.

“I’ve got to cum,” Susan murmured, her voice now noticeably altered, as Malice became more dominant. “I need it in my cunt… God I fucking need it!”

Now was the time to test just how successful Phoenix had been.

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

Malice wouldn’t care about Reed Richards. She would stop at nothing to feel the sensation of my cock deep in her pussy, spurting the life-altering cum inside of her, guaranteeing her continued dominance over her ‘good’ self.

“Show me my husband.”

Once again I sighed. Malice was becoming more powerful with each passing moment, but despite Susan’s continued degradation, she was holding on, the prize of seeing her husband keeping her mind together. I knew that this would happen. I had planned for it. In fact, it was essential to Sue’s submission that she did so.

“Okay, Susan, you’ve earned it.”

Phoenix gently pulled the Invisible Woman back on to the couch with her, the heroine seemingly accepting her intimate caresses over her breasts, down her stomach and across the downy hair on her pussy.

“Reed Richards was invited to the Hellfire Club two days ago,” I began, pointing to video footage of the Fantastic Four’s leader meeting with Sebastian Shaw. “We’ve noticed that since your son is a mutant, Richards has taken quite an interest in the global mutant phenomena…as he should. How was your husband to know that he was in fact walking into a trap?”

I pressed a button on the video remote, the scene cutting to Richards clamped down on an operating table, quite naked, a pained expression of resistance on his face. Behind him stood Emma Frost, her mind straining in concentration, her hands locked onto his temples. Betsy Braddock was carefully pulling on his cock, her mouth dancing around it, moaning around the base of it.

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

Sue’s attention was firmly placed on the monitor. I could see her love and concern for her husband, but at the same time I could feel Malice’s arousal at the scene, particularly on the wonderful expressions of desire on Psylocke’s features as she teased Richards’ body beyond human endurance.

“What is the blonde whore doing?” Susan asked… but I was sure it was the deeper voice of Malice creeping through.

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

I saw Susan began to cry anew, head held in her hands, her gaze still locked on the screen as the man she loved was slowly robbed of his great integrity.

“If it’s any consolation, Emma told me that his resistance was quite unlike anything she’d ever come across before. His love for you was his only defence… but up against the powers of those two women, he never really stood a chance.2

“No… no!”

Susan’s grief was tangible. I could sense her own integrity start to lose its cohesion, the power of Malice slowly gaining more ground in the battle for her enviable body as she continued to respond to Phoenix’s insistent stimulation of her flesh. My own lust grew still further and I felt no relief as I reached down to masturbate at the scene in front of me. The insistent urge to cum all over this bitch swelled within me.

I pressed the remote again, moving the video on to the final capitulation of ‘Mister Fantastic’.

“I think this says it all. The young mutant Jubilee recently ‘joined’ the club and your husband was her first man. We’d given her some psionic treatment, deadening her mind to the upcoming trauma, and I think she’s going to need it.”

The room hadn’t changed but Richards was still securely strapped down, alone. The White Queen paraded the lithe young form of Jubilation Lee into the room, clearly against her will. The young girl was quite naked, apart from a revealing see-through teddy. Emma left the room laughing, and I awaited the moment of release, where she would allow Richards full control of his amazing elastic body.

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

“Stop it! No!” she screamed almost constantly, eyes shut tight in despair.

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

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

“This is it, Susan,” I breathed. “The moment your husband not only commits adultery but becomes a child rapist too.”

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

I stopped the tape. Susan had collapsed to the floor, shivering, but was still looking intently at the screen, hunched on all fours.

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

“What do you want of me?” she asked, and now there was no mistake. Malice was in control.

“It’s very simple,” Phoenix explained slowly, her eyes still locked on Susan’s slender body, eyeing her rounded buttocks. “We can see Malice inside of you and she is a vision of perversion… of horrible lusts… a dark angel of sexual dominance.”

“The perfect body for the ultimate whore,” I summed up. “And we want to give it to you.”

Malice’s smile was seductively evil as she leaned forward, licking the palms of her hands before laying them on my prick, using both hands to milk my leaking cock, her lips descending to suck on the head of my pole as more precum spurted from the tip. I gasped at the ferocity of her suction, coupled with the coaxing swipes of her tongue.

“You know,” she started, pulling away from my cock for a moment, “this would be so much better for you if I had a tongue stud.”

She started sucking again, continuing the milking action with her hands until Phoenix reached over and pulled her head back, turning it and kissing her deeply, resting her own body on Susan’s back, her hands reaching underneath to squeeze her swelling mammaries. In a sudden attempt to gain dominance, Susan wrestled Phoenix to the ground, her tongue diving into my consort’s armpits, a scene I remembered from Stephanie’s submission to Phoenix. Her tongue dove deeply into each, feeding on the richly arousing pheromones straight from the glands, one hand on Phoenix’s breast, the other snaking down between her legs.

Phoenix gasped as she found her cunt being roughly taken by Malice’s digging fingers, the former Invisible Woman slowly licking her body, moving down to her cunt before burying her face in the juncture of her thighs. My cock, still demanding orgasm after Malice’s ministrations, could no longer be ignored. Malice’s ass was raised right in front of me as she continued to suck Phoenix dry.

I moved behind her, pulling her buttocks apart and exposing the little anus to my ravenous gaze. Anticipating the upcoming sodomy, my cock belched out a load of creamy jism, which I scooped from her ass cheeks and smeared over her pucker. Then slowly, agonisingly, I pushed my gushing shaft into her rectum, sighing at the incredible friction, the flesh yielding beneath the insistent thrusting of my prick.

Several mini-orgasms later, I knew that I had given her ass enough of my cream to fulfill its purpose. I roughly pulled Malice away from Phoenix, my cock springing free as I twisted her around and pulled her legs apart, my cock quickly settling into her soaking cunt, again coating her insides with my cum. Then I pulled out savagely, jerking myself until I crossed the line, my tortured balls dispatching load after load of viscous cum, with which I would transform Susan Richards forever.

After the requisite loads landed on that stunning face and chest, Phoenix smeared her own cunt juices over Susan’s features, and reached forward to molest the woman’s breasts, rubbing in the jism that landed on those precious globes. I pushed my still rock-hard cock into her snatch again, as Phoenix leaned forwards and kissed me deeply, our minds meshing as Malice writhed beneath us. The energy bird construct formed around my dark consort as we reached into Susan’s mind, making the evil of Malice as physical as it was mental, her body beginning to transform in the triangle of sexual gratification. All three of us came with an intensity that threatened to unhinge our minds as Phoenix’s energy engulfed us all.

(XVIII) THE POWER OF MALICE

The change that Susan Richards underwent, after her ordeal at our hands, was fantastic. After Malice had taken permanent residence inside Sue’s mind, she quickly adopted a whole new wardrobe, exchanging the Fantastic Four uniform for an all-over leather costume that clung to her slender frame right up to her cleavage, where it opened out, revealing her the generous curvature of her breasts. Around her neck she wore a studded choker collar, and her mouth occasionally flashed as she spoke, the light catching on the tongue stud she had quickly acquired.

Malice was an incredible animal, bringing any man she chose to his knees, adept in sexual seduction techniques that astounded me, capable of inducing an addiction as binding as mine or Phoenix’s, yet reliant on no chemical inducements whatsoever. Her transformation due to the experience my consort and I had given to her, was both mental and physical. She was a chameleon, whose body subtly reconfigured itself to best ensnare her prey, whilst retaining dominance at every turn. Her body had absorbed the transforming nature of our powers, but the transformation was in constant state of flux. As a bonus, of course she still retained the incredible power of the Invisible Woman, one of the formidable super heroines of the age.

Like all of my ‘acquisitions’ I had to test this new addition to my ranks, setting a challenge to make sure that she had the necessary fibre to perform well in her part of the overall scheme. Two new recruits to the Hellfire Club were brought to my apartment complex in New York: Roberto de Costa and Tabitha Smith, aka Sunspot and Meltdown of the now defunct X-Force. Before the Black Queen had gotten around to dealing with them, I had them seconded to the Bedford Towers, where Malice would lay out her credentials.

I had read about both of these mutants in Xavier’s files. Neither were really worth my attention – Sunspot was something of a "hanger on", hardly worthy of a second glance. Meltdown on the other hand was of some interest. Despite being little more than gene trash in terms of the power of her mutant X factor, she was possessed of a very lean, toned body, which despite its lack of height, was attractive enough to spark some desire in me. Her short blonde hair made her look like the whore she was about to become. My orders to Malice had been straightforward. Evidently there was some unconsummated relationship between these two – she was to seduce de Costa in front of Meltdown, and then bring about the young girl’s debasement. The girl was not to come to any long term harm; however, she had carte blanche with the boy.

I decided to use my rapidly evolving psi-powers to hitch a ride inside Malice’s mind, to submerge myself in the evil she was about to perpetrate, to fully comprehend the limits of her new personality and evaluate her for future tasks.

Of course, when she had first met them, dressed in her full leather catsuit and thigh-length boots, there had been some attempt to attack her and win freedom, but it was a pointless effort. Without the use of their mutant powers, they stood no chance against a fully empowered Malice. Their attack only served to offend her – not a good plan of action at all.

“If you try anything like that again, I will be… more violent,” she promised in a sinister tone of voice, using her force field powers to knock the wind out of Meltdown and propel Sunspot onto the bed.

“You… you’re not Susan Richards,” stammered Roberto, looking up on the bondage goddess who knelt on the bed in front of him, licking her lips seductively.

“No… there’s someone new and exciting inside her now,” she replied, slowly crawling towards him, the boy staring uncontrollably at the breasts which seemed destined to spring forth from Malice’s tight leather costume. “My name is Malice and I’m your dream woman.”

I felt her chameleonic powers take effect just then, as her hyper senses adjusted to Sunspot’s psyche, slowly morphing her body into the shape which her prey would be unable to resist, her mouth humming in arousal as she drank in his desires.

“My god… you’re…changing!” the boy stammered, eyes glued on her tits, which seemed to blossom still further until Malice sported a pair of 38Ds, jutting out obscenely from her chest. Her hips grew wider, giving her a more curvaceous look, while her legs seemed to grow a few inches longer. Susan Richards’ had access to her husband’s inventions, meaning that it had been a simple matter for her to obtain a suit made from unstable molecules, capable of adapting with her as her body transformed.

“This is how you want your first lover to be, darling,” she replied slowly, her mind concentrating as she started to form a force field around his skin that would soon expand to shred his clothes. “Hmmm… it’s a fairly unimaginative fantasy, but typical for a fucking virgin.”

“Stay away from him!” Meltdown had been stunned into silence by the impossible vision in front of her and only now had the guts to speak up… but it had no effect on Malice, who completely ignored her, maintaining a force field around her that prevented her from interfering.

Chuckling to herself, Malice viciously expanded her other force field, suddenly annihilating Sunspot’s clothing, revealing his impressive musculature, his cock pointing straight up into the air, hard with arousal, even leaving a small dollop of precum on the tip of his black prick.

Roberto gasped for air as he felt the sheer leather costume Malice wore rub against his thighs as she slowly worked her way towards his cock.

“Tell me… are you in love with that little girl?”

Sunspot nodded, “Yes… I guess I am…”

“But you haven’t fucked her… or any one?”

“Well…”

“Don’t lie to me… I can smell the stench of virgins and both of you reek of it.”

“No, we’ve haven’t… but we’ve… touched…”

Malice smiled as she brought both of her hands around Sunspot’s engorged cock, slowly throttling it, milking it as Roberto gasped.

“Like this?” she enquired sweetly, continuing the sweet milking motions on his prick.

“Yes! N-no! Not like that!”

“What’s the difference?”

“You’re… Ahhhh… you know how to… m-make m-me feel… Aghhh!”

“I suppose I do,” Malice sighed, before moving her lips to his bucking crotch, blowing cool air over the tip, giggling evilly as the bucking became more violent. Then, two hands still jerking off the boy, she kissed the glans, using her tongue to smear his precum over the head, running her stud along the underside, pulling away both hands and mouth as she felt the beginning spasms of orgasm shudder though his cock.

“No… not yet,” she snarled, watching his hips thrust impotently as his cum urges slowly died off. “Tell me boy, have you ever seen Tabitha naked?”

“No…”

“Roberto!” Tabitha exclaimed in shock.

“Would you like to see me naked?”

“Yes!”

“No… Roberto – don’t!”

“Here’s the deal. I’ll give you what you want… everything you want… if you give me Tabitha. Just say the word and I’ll show you the body you dream of. Say the word and I’ll blow you until you cum. Just say the word, lover, I’ll even fuck you…”

“YES!”

“But there is a condition. I want some fun too. And I want that fun to be with your girlfriend. You’ve got to know that everything you ask me to do, I’ll force on Tabitha… and I think we can safely assume that what your puny virgin mind can come up with will be interpreted ten times more… imaginatively when I get to grips with her.”

“Roberto, if you love me you’ll tell this bitch to fuck off!”

Malice laughed, throwing back her head with peals of diabolical laughter, further exposing her new, massive breasts to Sunspot’s saucepan eyes.

“Of course you’re right my dear, and it is his choice.”

“I’m sorry… so sorry Tabitha… but I can’t resist her… I n-n-need…”

Despite her hard nature, Meltdown began to cry in front of her boyfriend, head clasped in her hands as she refused to believe what was happening.

“You’ve earned your first reward, lover,” Malice smiled, slowly unzipping her catsuit, allowing her voluminous tits to ooze out of the costume.

Sunspot instantly sprung forward to bury his face in the proffered expanse of flesh, turned on by the sheer fantasy size, his arousal for dirty sex heightened by the sight of a nipple ring pierced through Malice’s right tit. Consumed with lust he kissed, bit, nibbled and sucked on the available breasts, his mind thrilling at the new sensations.

The woman who was once Susan Richards, the heroic Invisible Woman, put her hands on his head, guiding him ever deeper into her wondrous cleavage, her gaze locked on Meltdown. Both women met each other’s stares, Malice smiling as she used her force field to rip open Tabitha’s top, exposing her perky, rounded tits to the older woman’s gaze. Scooping up Meltdown with another field, she unceremoniously dumped her on the bed beside the tit-crazed Sunspot, pushing him away when Tabitha was close enough.

“Now it’s my turn,” she stated simply, moving lithely to kneel over the stricken Meltdown. “Your boyfriend likes big tits… and so do I actually. It has to be said that compared to Roberto’s ideal, yours come up a little small…”

Roberto himself didn’t say a word, simply savoring the sight of the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen make sexual advances on his girlfriend, whose lovely little breasts where also on display for him.

“What are you gonna do?” Meltdown spat, some of her venom returning. “Give me implants?”

“In a manner of speaking,” sighed Malice as she began to knead Tabitha’s firm little titties. “I’m currently creating thousands upon thousands of small invisible fields inside each of your breasts. I’m shortly going to expand them to loosen up the fat… enlarging them.”

“Make them bigger, Malice,” drooled Sunspot, eyes locked on the molestation of his girlfriend’s titties.

Malice simply hummed with delight as she got to work, exercising a terrific degree of concentration as she poured her cosmic-spawned energies into the virgin girl’s breasts, causing thousands upon thousands of warm feelings to course through her mammaries. Then the warm feelings changed into hot shards of pain. Meltdown convulsed in agony, letting out a huge scream of intense suffering, which was quickly gagged by another quickly constructed force field, Malice adjusting her tactics, wrapping Meltdown’s body in a pleasurable sleeve of invisible energy – waves of nerve-tingling enjoyment running over her body, the pain and the pleasure merging into one sensation.

“Y-you’re hurting her…” Sunspot realised, the erotic scene shattered as his girlfriend screamed silently under Malice’s ravaging hands.

“What she is experiencing is more than pain, more than pleasure.” Malice replied, eyes locked on the contorted expressions of indescribable sensation crossing Meltdown’s face. “If you find this uncomfortable, as consolation, I’ll let you come in my mouth when I’m finished here.”

Moments later, Malice had finished and shuffled back to examine her work. Tabitha’s tits were much larger now, a good 50% increase in volume and the sadistic former heroine took pride in her work, caressing her larger aureoles, casually flicking at her engorged nipples. Meltdown herself was shaking, coming to terms with the abuse her body had undergone, her mind still numb from the excruciating sensations, large bruises appearing on her breasts. As an afterthought, her gag was removed.

“Y-y-you… I-I’ll… kill…”

Malice returned to Sunspot, ignoring Meltdown’s attempt at a threat, dismissing even its possibility.

“What next, Stud?”

“Like y-you said… I want to cum… cum in y-your mouth… please… j-just…”

Malice shuffled forwards, capturing Sunspot’s rampant cock, then slowly inserting it between her mammoth tit glands. Roberto sighed in delight as his dream woman made another fantasy into reality. Her ministrations were superbly arousing. Roberto’s cock sent exquisite sensations through his body as Malice’s mane of blonde hair flicked across his stomach, her lips encircling his cock head, her tongue deftly coaxing huge jolts of excitement from him. Malice put both hands around her tits, squeezing them around his prick, increasing the sensation still further until she pulled him free from her cleavage and simply… swallowed him.

Roberto’s gasp of surprise was matched only by a look of morbid curiosity from the slowly recovering Meltdown, who witnessed Malice take all eight inches of his cock inside her in one fell swoop. Sunspot was nearing the edge, the glorious point of no return as Malice’s clenching throat sent incredible feelings through his cock, crossing the limit as she pulled him back into her mouth, sucking fiercely, her studded tongue taking him into the realms of orgasm… his first face fuck.

Malice was careful to save every single drop of cum as Roberto hosed into her sucking mouth, falling back temporarily sated, a single leak of pure white cream dribbling from the side of Malice’s mouth as Meltdown looked on dumbstruck, having just witnessed her first male oral climax.

Malice turned to her and straddled her stomach, leaning over and kissing her fiercely. Her boyfriend’s cum squirted into her mouth, until it was full, whereupon Malice backed off, spitting out the remaining white cream over the girl’s face. She swivelled her hips over her prey, sweet friction sending sexual flares of excitement through her crotch, her hand locked on Tabitha’s face, prevented her from spitting out her gift.

“Swallow,” she ordered, her spare hand massaging Meltdown’s throat, causing her to involuntarily comply.

Sunspot turned to face the tableau, recovering sufficient strength to watch the violation of his girlfriend. His eyes locked on to the sheer leather costume, creasing slightly around Malice’s perfectly sculptured thighs and she turned and smiled malevolently at him.

“Why don’t you tell me what you want to see?”

“I’d die to see you naked.”

That smile played across her lips again as invisible force fields pulled off her thigh length boots and carefully removed her catsuit, Malice barely cocking her legs as the costume was taken out of the equation, the enticing screwing motion of her hips not missing a beat.

Beneath her, a worried Meltdown awaited the inevitable… but whereas Malice’s disrobing had been a fluid controlled motion, her prey was slightly less fortunate – her tattered top and skirt literally exploding under the beautiful dominatrix’s intricate force field work.

“What do you want to do to her?” Roberto asked, anxious to please his Mistress. “Do you want to fuck her?”

“If it gets you hard again, baby.”

“G-God… yes!”

“Roberto… don’t! Please! I beg of you!”

Malice lifted her legs off Meltdown’s body with a practiced ease, flipping her over onto her stomach, simultaneously using the unyielding power at her command to splay her prey’s legs wide. She sent her questing fingers brutally deep into Tabitha’s cunt, scooping up her juices then leaving her pussy equally as quickly, bringing her digits to her mouth, sucking hard, her tongue savouring the musky taste of her unwilling arousal.

She fed on the flavour, pulling Meltdown onto all fours, leaning over and rubbing her enormous mammaries over her back, before she mentally constructed her first invisible force field dildo. Attaching to it to her crotch, she thrust it deeply inside Tabitha’s cunt, eliciting a scream of agony as she robbed the girl of her virginity, building up a steady thrusting motion with her unseen intruder. Malice bit down into Meltdown’s neck, constructing two more vise-like fields that crushed her tortured breasts, bringing out another wail of agony. But there was more to it than that, the invisible dildo was constructed of multiple fields that danced within Meltdown’s body. Malice could blend pleasure and pain together into one incredible sensation that pushed the human senses to their limits.

Malice straightened up, arching her back, thrusting her deeply curvaceous hips violently, subconsciously hardening her invisible dildo, lengthening it, making her powerful thrusts even deeper, even more possessive, than before.

As the rhythm continued, she barked orders at her submissive slut-to-be.

“Take it, you little blonde bitch… feel my cock! That’s it, fuck back on me you whore… yes! Swivel your sexy little ass!”

Malice knew her trade well. Despite the pain she inflicted on Meltdown’s abused tit flesh, despite the brutal thrusting into her ravaged pussy, she also created soft, wave-like caresses that danced along the inside of Tabitha’s cunt, tantalizing her erect clit, sending waves of ecstasy through the young girl that would forever bind her to masochistic submission. Meltdown’s orgasm was inevitable and with it, a submission that would give her pride of place in the Hellfire Club ‘dungeon’. From now until the day she died (which I considered not to be too far away now) she would serve her masters well. When she did finally submit, she screamed a single word.

“Mistress!”

The intensity of the scene temporarily cut off my psionic connection with Malice. The sensations of her triumph, her mastery over new meat, her thrill at taking possession overwhelmed me and I returned to my physical form shaking with a sexual energy that I would soon expend on one of my sluts. When I re-established the link, Malice was already riding Sunspot hard, showing no mercy as she slammed her tight cunt up and down over Roberto's straining pole, desperately digging for her own release. Her mastery of invisible force fields prevented the young South American from reaching the zenith of his climax.

With Malice’s eyes I saw Sunspot’s expression – a look of sheer sexual fulfillment as his eyes danced across the body that had sculpted itself to his lusts, a vision of carnal perfection that was giving him his lust’s desires – undiluted rapture from a woman who knew exactly how to excite him.

But we both knew that the boy served only one purpose now – to satiate, albeit temporarily, Malice’s insane lust for orgasm. She knew that he should be allowed to cum now, to alleviate the torture of the indescribable high of the peak of sexual pleasure, to allow his cock to spew its cream into her womb. But a spent prick meant a soft prick and Malice had no intention of allowing him to cum until she had found her own release.

Roberto de Costa’s mind broke under the intense rapture, the lobotomised look spreading across his face, as coherent thought was annihilated, finally being the last push Malice needed to reach climax. He was essentially a vegetable now, devoid of intelligence, his last thoughts before oblivion thrilling to the sensation of the perfect woman gushing her orgasmic love juices over his tortured cock.

Malice pushed the brain-dead corpse aside, returning her attention to the debased Meltdown, eyeing her bruised body lustfully, her desire for her brutal sexual expression still not fully sated. I revelled in the dirty pleasures she mentally decided to inflict on her toy… Expanding force probes deep in her ass, making her eat out her still ravenous cunt, torturing her clitoris with multiple fields, whipping her back, tits and ass while making her orgasm, pissing on her… Her mind was alive with one thousand expressions of sheer sexual malice.

I disengaged from her mind, more than satisfied with the latest addition to the team. I would need to recruit one final dark angel before making my move on the Avengers – one last, magical, addition that I would require before setting about the seduction of the jewel in the crown of the ‘world’s mightiest heroes’… I knew that when the Scarlet Witch was mine, I would be unstoppable, but first I needed to draft a controllable woman whose powers, in concert with my own, would bring about her most humiliating defeat.

End of Book Three

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