SUBMISSION AGENDA 06

SONS AND DAUGHTERS

by Pegasus
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A vast mutant powerbase begins to take shape as the victims of the Submission Agenda are slowly brought together under the umbrella of Miles’ Hellfire Club. The Summers and Richards bloodlines are ruthlessly brought into the fold as one of the most crucial episodes of the Agenda takes place. Meanwhile, an insidious plan strikes at the very core of the Avengers.

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(XXIX) OBJECT LESSON

Anybody who says that you are not born with a destiny is one of two things. He is either ignorant or stupid. Life has a way of determining exactly what you shall become. It's very clear, especially in the case of mutants, born into power, born into the responsibilities of using that power. I knew I was evil. I knew full well that I had no real choice in the matter. I was as God made me. I was as my father made me. That had always been the justification behind what I was doing.

My father – my biological father – was a man of great integrity, of great power; a man eventually corrupted into performing hideous acts of gut-wrenching depravity. God help me, that was my heritage. That was what I became. And yet I could say with a clarity of vision you cannot believe, that this was all for the greater good, that what I was would help protect the future from an evil more powerful than Onslaught, Apocalypse and the Sentinels. And yet now I found myself beginning to commit more atrocities in the name of the big plan, the Agenda. I knew that in the short term it was wrong, that it would cause immense destruction. With every hero that fell in battle or every heroine that succumbed to my power, the final reckoning drew closer. I knew I was more than evil.

But I was my father's son. And just like him I was losing my mind. With every beautiful creature that came into my control, another part of my eternal soul let out its final death scream. With every new power that became available to me, I felt another veneer of sanity desert me.

I was watching TV in my private sanctum within the Hellfire Club. They used to be Sebastian Shaw's quarters –  dark, decadent, opulent, a mixture of Edwardian style and new technology. On screen I saw a good man die. My removal of the Fantastic Four had brought Doctor Doom into town and only a small band of Avengers were available to fight him. I could watch it all on CNN.

Captain America, Thor and Iron Man eventually defeated him in a savage battle. Von Doom's battle prowess was second to none – only the tactical might of America's Sentinel of Liberty bested him. The Latverian overlord repelled the God of Thunder's attacks with dark sorcery, whilst his technology was easily a match for the golden armoured Avenger. I could see the pain in Captain America's eyes as he threw the shield, its edge catching Doom straight in the neck. I could see the blood pouring from his neck even as his armour registered its master's death. The last thing I saw before the camera exploded was Iron Man's attempt to stop the explosion. He's dead now. I could easily telepathically probe for survivors, but it was pretty obvious that Thor and Cap would survive. Why wouldn't I use my Phoenix Force powers to make sure? Because I could already sense the thousands of death screams psionically. Doom's final glory took out a half-mile radius of New York City. I surmised that the explosion was not nuclear –  what if Doom were to die in his native Latveria? He would not poison his own homeland. Regardless, ultimately I was responsible… and there was more evil to come.

The Hellfire Club employees and members looked at me in fear as I walked to the dungeons, opening up a dank stone cell where the Enchantress was imprisoned. The flare of magical bonds caught my eye as I witnessed Wanda's enchantments dance around the chains that imprisoned the goddess of corruption and seduction. I had commanded her to renounce her Asgardian powers until she had been properly… educated… but she remained a formidable sorceress, hence the mystical precautions.

As I entered she looked at me with a mixture of contempt, superiority and hatred. I happened to think she looked good in chains. But then, she looked good in (or indeed, out of) anything.

“Release me at once,” she demanded, eyes alive with resistance. “Else I shall summon the very demons of Hel to consume thy eternal soul!”

As if I had a soul left to threaten.

“I've spent a great deal of time wondering how best to punish you for your impudence, Enchantress. The problem I'm facing is that you'd probably enjoy any punishment I could mete out.”

“Thy puny mind can conceive of no suitable fate for one such as I,” remarked the Enchantress, smiling wickedly. “In the last millennium I have witnessed and performed acts that would sicken even you.”

“It was something of a quandary I admit, but when Wanda informed me of Thor being tied down to a mortal existence, I suddenly had a thought.”

I stood over the very epitome of sexual allure, lifting her chin to force her to look me in the eye. I bunched my other hand into a fist, waving the Band of Tyr in front of her.

“With this ring I can do more than just force you to renounce her powers. I can make you as weak and frail as every other person on this planet: man, woman or mutant. And you know what I've done to them. I've killed, raped and tortured. Whatever way I've chosen, my will has always prevailed. Perhaps I should demonstrate…”

I allowed the siren call of the Phoenix Force to flood my body, separating my astral self from my physical form, using the power to reach into the Enchantress and wrench out her own intangible form, before willing our conscious forms across space.

*The Avengers have been operating as a series of mini-units around Manhattan and the surrounding districts,* I psionically told my unwilling companion. *With heroes such as Spider-Man and Daredevil drafted into the larger battles, sometimes lone Avengers are dispatched to deal with more small-scale, urban disturbances. For the record, the She-Hulk has maintained the most impressive statistics of criminals apprehended in the shortest amount of time. This time she's in for a shock.*

The scene turned from a blur into a solid image as our astral forms took in the situation. A street gang in the seedier end of Hell's Kitchen, decked out in gang colors. A frightened young girl, not even sixteen, her clothes being systemically ripped off by two hulking gang members, even as a third held a scalpel to her neck. She was a pretty young thing, but tears flowed down her cheeks. Telepathically I could sense her panic, her knowledge that in the next few minutes she was going to be raped, maybe even killed. She shouldn't really worry.

Jennifer Walters, the seven foot tall She-Hulk walked into the area, tutting to herself loudly, shaking her head theatrically. She had that bearing – the arrogance of the superhuman in the face of the ordinary. I'd already begun to sense the fear rising in the three gang members, their lust at capturing a sexy young piece of ass for their pleasure evaporating as they realised that in seconds they were going to be in a world of pain.

It was a simple matter for me to make use of the telepathic powers in my mind to dampen this fear, to give them a new confidence. They wouldn't need the girl any more. She was allowed to go. In fact, I telepathically commanded the leader of the gang to tell her to go. I wouldn't allow innocent blood to be spilled. I even helped her on her way, psionically calming the trauma they had inflicted.

“That's the way to go, group,” sighed the She-Hulk approvingly as she picked up a metal girder in her hands. “Otherwise I'd be doing this to your necks.”

She drew on the gamma-powers that made her one of the most powerful women on Earth in order to bend the metal bar in her grasp.

*I suggest you watch exactly what happens her, Enchantress… Let's see how someone used to being untouchable feels when they are compromised.*

I drained She-Hulk's vast strength in seconds. Her attempts to bend and break the bar failed abysmally, and, as her prodigious powers ebbed away to almost nothing, she had no choice but to drop her heavy burden. I could never get over the realisation in their eyes when they knew they were in the deepest shit of their lives; when they knew that they were no longer in control. This moment was priceless.

Normally I would expect street punks like this to cut their losses and run, but I didn't allow them this luxury. I forced them to take in the She-Hulk's appearance… seven feet of perfectly proportioned femininity, massive, heaving breasts barely contained in her black leotard. I drew their gazes to the look of fear on her face. They were used to that look. Gazing into their minds I could see the faces of the scores of young virgins they'd taken and raped. I gave them the vision of realisation, that this super-heroine was just another piece of ass they could have their fun with.

“Wassa matter, bitch?” the leader laughed. “Somethin' up?”

She-Hulk merely looked at her hands in disbelief, refusing to accept that her powers had deserted her. It was a simple matter to deprive her of them. My skill in this regard had improved a thousand-fold since I gained access to the Phoenix Force. Where once I could only affect her physical access to her powers, now I could affect the subconscious – the power that maintained, healed and protected her body has also been removed.

The Enchantress watched with growing concern as we both regarded the unfolding scene. I thought she was beginning to understand exactly what I had in mind.

*You know that I can make you as frail and mortal as I've done with the She-Hulk here. You know that any mortal is susceptible to my powers… don't you?*

I saw her nod in full understanding, the smirk of superiority finally wiped from her face.

*I've peered into these men's minds, Enchantress. I know exactly what this heroine has to look forward to. We're going to watch it together, you and I, before I reveal my final surprise for you.*

The gang leader's name was Joey. He was a tall guy, maybe 6'2", white, dark hair. He thought he was a big man and only really liked to hang out with these two creeps – the other members of his gang were beneath his notice. Their names were Jacko and Rocky – about the same size as Joey, but more heavily built. Joey was the boss and his "pals" were his enforcers. I picked all this up with just a surface scan. They were scum, the worst sort, and maybe once I'd demonstrated what I had to, I'd burn their brains out. I could do that now. Something inside of me made me feel good just thinking about it.

“G-get… away from me!” She-Hulk stuttered, pulling back from the advancing trio of street trash.

“No way, bitch. Me and my homies wanted to score some virgin pussy… but we guess you'll have to do.”

I smiled as the green-skinned Avenger backed her way into a wall, gasping in fear as she realised that she had nowhere else to go. She was quickly surrounded by the three youths. Jacko's scalpel flashed as it caught the light of a street lamp before moving to her throat.

“Give 'er a little cut,” instructed Joey, smiling widely as She-Hulk gasped in horror. “Jus' on the arm… Wanna see if she's as indestructible as the papers make out.”

Jacko tested the blade on her right arm, the three of them finally feeling the power I had given them as the blade sank into her flesh, She-Hulk yelping in pain as dark green blood oozed from the little wound.

“Whadda we gonna do?” Rocky smiled, turning to his boss.

“Isn't it fucking obvious, moron?” Joey replied, never taking his eyes from his prize. “Our green-skinned whore here is gonna give us the goods, then we let the others have some fun with 'er… then? We give what's left to the Kingpin.”

Jennifer Walters' eyes turned into saucers as she heard her fate being revealed. She was so scared, I could feel it.

*I've connected your mind to hers, Enchantress. I want you to feel the fear of being utterly alone, naked, bereft of your powers, facing an evil bunch of bastards who'll use you… then quite happily murder you.*

*Aren't you going to do anything for her?* the Enchantress asked plaintively.

*Sure I am. I'll give her all the help I'd give you if you were in the same situation. I'd make you fucking like it.*

The air was filled with the sound of fabric tearing. Turning my attention back to the scene before me, I saw that Joey had produced his own blade and while Jacko pushed his scalpel into She-Hulk's neck, his leader was setting about disrobing his latest conquest.

She-Hulk whimpered in fear as the blade sliced between her breasts, Joey taking time out to pull the fabric apart with his bare hands, watching in glee as two massive green-tinted breasts popped out. His two heavy callused hands reached out to cup the mammoth mammaries, a fixed smile on his face as he brutally pulled, squeezed and pinched the tit-flesh in front of him.

Pulling the Enchantress with me, I concentrated my sexual energies into my hands, pushing my astral digits deep into the She-Hulk's breasts, my form the conduit for my power. This bitch was going to get gang raped and I was going to make her like it.

I smiled to myself as I saw the energies pour into my victim, Jennifer throwing her head back and gasping at the sudden rapture I forced into her body, her mind screaming “why?” as I made her respond to the sexual savagery being inflicted upon her. I felt Joey's gleeful expression as She-Hulk's nipples grew and stiffened under his fingers. He grinned inanely, leaned forwards and buried himself in between the two vast green mounds, slavering over their perfect roundness, biting deeply into her breasts and moaning to himself.

I turned to face the astral form of the Enchantress. She-Hulk's mixture of lust and fear was reflected in her features, their minds connected. Finally she knew what fate awaited her should I so choose. But the lesson was not yet complete. She must know how complete acquiescence felt. I would strip the trappings of godhood away from her and then I would truly make her mine.

Joey's cock was now fully erect, quite painful in his jeans, his mind awash with the physical sensations of his tit molestation, his ears picking out the gasps of pleasure and the yelps of pain as the She-Hulk's breasts were tormented with both pain and delight. Finally he pulled back, admiring his work. Her swelling breasts were covered with his drool, especially around the crowns of her nipples, both of which stood fully to attention. Regarding her face, he was drawn to the fear in her eyes, then to the parted lips. She knew the look, tears streaming down her eyes as she bowed her head and descended to her knees, her eyes level with the bulge in his pants.

“Fuckin' bitch is learning,” smiled Joey, his two pals leering at the half-naked heroine in front of them. “Now come on baby, pull out my dick and get to it.”

“She's gonna fuckin' do it,” sighed Rocky in awe as he saw her shaking hands come out to unzip his leader's fly. “Holy fuckin' shit.”

The zip pulled down, Jennifer's vision blurred with tears as she reached inside and pulled on the hardened cock within. She knew she had to do it… If she didn't, she'd be cut. For the first time ever, she truly faced death and now sought to delay her demise by selling her body – and her soul. The Enchantress felt the tragedy of entrapment and I heard her weeping next to me. She knew that this could be her. I strengthened the link between the goddess and the fallen heroine, submerging the Enchantress's own personality, allowing her to become totally at one with the degraded She-Hulk.

“Come on, bitch!” yelled Joey in annoyance. “Fuckin' get on with it.”

Part of Jennifer Walters died as she leaned forward, her open, pouting lips now just an inch away from the unwashed cock of the street punk leader. She pulled back the foreskin of the juvenile, her nose assaulted by the smell of unwashed manhood, feeling Joey's hand on the back of her head pushing her ever closer… closer, until her lips were squashed under the pressure of the slimy cockhead forcing its way into her mouth, her eyes screwed shut, her mind screaming in resistance.

“Good littl' girl,” sighed Joey as he pushed his way into her warm depths, feeling her tongue reach up to stroke his cock as he pushed deeper into her. “Gettin' face-fucked by the She-Hulk… Whadda rush!”

Jennifer's self-respect evaporated as she sucked hard, allowing the cock to saw in and out of her mouth, her hands reaching up to stroke the shaft and caress and tickle his scrotum.

I knelt beside her, witnessing the expression of self-hate and complete anguish on her face as she performed her oral task with a competence that I scarcely expected. Peering into her mind, I could see that since becoming the She-Hulk, Jennifer Walters had been unable to make love to a man in the conventional way – her uncontrollable super-powered orgasms would maim the guy having her. Oral love was the best she could offer. And she was pretty good at it.

It was not good enough though. I poured my lusts into my astral fist and send it driving intangibly into her cunt, causing her to yelp and gasp around Joey's dick as her fuck hole wet itself in preparation. Tonight the She-Hulk was going to get a good, proper fucking all right.

In her mind, Jennifer was elsewhere. Back in happier times, making love with her old boyfriend, worshipping his cock with her mouth, feeling it respond, jumping around in her mouth, pulsing obscenely… the hallmarks of a job well done.

She heard the gasps of his frustration as her hands deserted his genitals and her lips draw back, barely covering his cockhead, until she heard the strangled gasp of appreciation when her hands cupped her breasts, drawing them around his shaft and masturbating him with them whilst her tongue swirled around the head. I reached into her mind and drew out her own feelings of sexual need, blotting out the horror of her rape, deafening Joey's cries of ecstasy and obscene insults.

“Shit! Can't take much more of this,” Joey cried, looking down to see his prick buried in an avalanche of cleavage, his cock head almost bursting at the insane pressure of the sucking and She-Hulk's swirling tongue. “Gonna pop… squirt soon… yeah… take it baby!”

He screamed as he blasted into her, pulse after pulse shooting into her mouth, then over her face as he pulled out, She-Hulk continuing to bob up and down, her tits still crushing sweet cum joy from Joey's prick, thick white cream pouring down the valley of her breasts. I pulled both the Enchantress and I away from the astral plane, returning to the dark dungeon. Her eyes were wide open yet unseeing, her body shaking to itself.

“You are weak, woman,” I observed coldly, regarding her shocked state. “You have not even begun to bear witness to even a fraction of her torment. It is one thing to administer pain and suffering… quite another thing to endure it.”

I departed, my mind racing as I devised a way to use She-Hulk's current, unfortunate predicament to my own advantage. I thought immediately of Carol Danvers, while behind me, the Enchantress continued to experience the worst day of the She-Hulk's life.

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There was just one small problem in returning the new, and dare I say it, improved Warbird to the Avengers. Despite retaining her superhuman physique and powers of flight, all of her other capabilities had now waned into nothingness. The Avengers may currently be in dire straits, but just about the only contribution that Carol would be able to make would be as a punching bag. Somehow I doubted that her latest use – as a great lay – would be accepted too quickly over at Avengers mansion. Therefore, I sought out a solution.

“You bastard! You can't do this to me!” Carol shrieked as the final realisation of her fate stared her in the face.

“I can, Carol, and I have to. Without your powers you are no use to your teammates and this is the best idea I can come up with.”

Despite her recent… conversion into my service, she still had fear. I could see it in her eyes as she looked at the containment chamber housing the black ooze of the alien symbiote, now fully under my control. Using my Phoenix Force powers I had effectively burned out its old consciousness, replacing it with a telepathic template of my own. It eliminated any worry of the monster itself possessing me if I were to use it again, but on Carol it would almost be like integrating my mind into hers, forcing my dark evil into her consciousness. An evil which – combined with the interesting properties of the suit itself – would make for some intriguing developments.

“Don't do this to me!” urged Carol, on her knees now, looking up to me with tears welling in her gorgeous blue eyes. “I'll do anything for…to you!”

I sighed, mentally collapsing the containment chamber. I decided it would probably be best for her if she did not see it coming.

“You'll do anything I command of you anyway, Carol. You aren't talking sense.”

“Please… I'll…” her pleas were cut short as the black mass crossed the floor and flowed over her body quickly, effortlessly.

There was no violent reaction to the bonding – just Carol's eyes glazing over and then closing as the alien became one with her, melting away her clothing, leaving just itself as protection for her naked form. The black, skin-tight ooze hugged every inch of her body, then I smiled to myself as I saw a shape begin to form from the ooze on her thighs – a thick, black prick that shot out and sought out her pussy. Carol's eyes snapped open as the phallus detached via a tentacle on her leg and moved towards the parted labia of her cunt, another smaller prick now heading directly towards her anus. The costume worked to pull back her buttocks and expose the anal treasure, tickling the rim and forcing more excitement through her body.

“You've got to admit, Carol, it's got a novel way of saying hello,” I observed, smiling as Warbird gasped in enforced ecstasy as the two phalluses dived into her depths.

The scene was almost hypnotic as I watched her writhe on the floor in front of me in physical rapture, her hips bucking, her eyes alive with madness. It was establishing dominance, I supposed, draining away her will with each orgasm that wracked her body, forcing its mind… my mind… into hers, forcing her to comply, integrating its own unearthly form with hers both physically and mentally.

Warbird would soon have more than enough power to reclaim her place in the Avengers… along with a few surprises for the heroic fools that got in her way.

(XXX) BREACHING AVENGERS MANSION

Hidden in the rafters of a dark, disused warehouse, shrouded in shadow, Carol Danvers watched with a growing sense of arousal and excitement as one of her oldest friends was put through the ordeal of a lifetime. My experiment had proved to be 100% successful in the short term… Now it was my express intention to follow it through, to make sure that the grafting of the alien symbiote, along with my mindscape, remained permanent. I was pleased with the results thus far, as I astrally surveyed the scene.

Poor Jennifer Walters had not fared too well. Reaching into her mind I saw how her brutal oral rape, coupled with the transfer of some my own sexual energy, merely stoked her desires still further. She had cried with shame as Joey plundered her pussy, how she had screamed “No!” even as her long legs had spread wider and wrapped themselves around her rapist's buttocks, allowing him even deeper penetration. She had wept bitterly as the hard slap of his cum shooting into her womb had triggered her own orgasm. Even through the ever-rising need in her body she had struggled fiercely as the cold air blew against her opened ass cheeks when Joey sought to claim her last virginity. She thanked the lord that she had passed out from the pain as he forced his insatiable tool deep into her rectum, blacking out while Joey laughed and grunted at his pleasurable exertions.

Carol had arrived at the warehouse just as Joey's other gang members had arrived, a hushed awe descending as Rocky and Jacko laid She-Hulk down on a large table. The men gathered around, dumbstruck at the sight of the great Avenger naked, her voluptuous form exposed to their ravenous eyes, her face and breasts smeared with cum, globs of it still sticking to her muff of green pubic hair.

“'Sright guys,” affirmed Joey, trying to draw his gang's attention away from the splayed, debauched form of the heroine. “I fucked the She-Hulk…and she fuckin' loved it. The way I figger, everyone should get a crack befor' we hand it over to the Kingpin.”

“H-how…how did y-you…” stuttered one of the younger guys.

“Dumb ho lost her powers then blubbed…so I figgered I'd take advantage,” replied Joey, shrugging his shoulders, trying to make it sound like it wasn't a big deal. “Tell you one thin'…she gives great fuckin' head. Best fuckin' BJ I ever had.”

A murmur of approval spread through the dozen or so hoods.

“Sounds like some kinda trap to me, Joey,” exclaimed one dissenting voice. “You know this bitch's been gettin' heavy on all the street gangs…maybe she just wanted it so's to find all'a us.”

Joey marched up to the guy, raising a fist…before lowering it, smiling.

“You want some fuckin' proof?” Joey asked, pondering for a moment. “Then you'll get it.”

He gestured to Jacko and Rocky.

“You two guys helped me get inside this whore, I guess you two can be the first to enjoy it. Wake her, then do what you wanna do.”

Jennifer was slapped around the face until she came to, and I enjoyed her feeling of dread as she surveyed the dozen or so skin-headed men surrounding her. A deep feeling of despair rushed through her as she saw Joey and felt the stinging pain in her ass, but worse that that was the realization that up until her anus had been so forcefully taken, she had loved it. Deep inside of her, I could still sense the resonance of my energy. She was going to be taken again and again and it would merely serve to stir up those energies again.

She sighed as she saw Jacko and Rocky approach her, both pulling out their cocks, eyeing her with a desire that both repelled her but at the same time sent a warm tingle through her pussy. I noticed that she was not bound and did not struggle as Jacko knelt on the table, opening her legs and fisting his cock into erection as he stared at her cunt, smiling. She-Hulk couldn't help but sigh ever so slightly as Rocky took a more direct route to arousal, grabbing hold of one tit, wiping his cock across the nipple until both it and his prick hardened and grew.

“P-P-Please…” she whispered. “Don't do this to me. I can't take any more.”

Her words merely prodded them onwards, She-Hulk squirming backwards as she felt Jacko's bloated cock tip press against the pulpy folds of her now moist cunt. She kept retreating until her head flopped off the back of the table, whereupon strong hands on her shoulders held her in place. With a strangled gasp, Jacko instantly took advantage and ploughed deeply into her cunt in one stroke, an obscene cheer passing through the crowd. In the meanwhile, Rocky was rubbing his prick over her face, delighting in her efforts to shake it clear, his gaze fixated on those green, pouting lips – lips he knew would soon be sucking with abandon on his shaft. When the first leak of precum escaped his glans, he moved in for the kill, standing behind Jennifer and using his hands to pry open her mouth before sinking inside her.

“Shit…” I heard Carol whisper beside me.

She watched the double violation take place, her gaze rapt on the pistoning cocks that worked in unison as they wormed their way ever deeper into Jennifer's magnificent emerald form. In her mind's eye I know that she desired to know what penetration felt like, how a man feels when he takes a woman, how a penis responds to sexual stimulation. She stifled a gasp as she felt the black, alien ooze swim around inside her own cunt, easily arousing her still further, before a long dark shape began to take form between her legs. She stared down in shock as she saw an ebony prick dangle there, jerking itself into erection, a black scrotum taking shape beneath. With each beat of her heart, her erection grew stronger, as her desire deepened. More animalistic fuck-lusts than she had ever known coursed through her and almost instinctively her hands sought to wrap themselves around the alien length.

Warbird drew on the spit-roast fucking beneath her to stoke her own carnal desires, wrapping a fist around her newly endowed cock, marveling at the thrill, at the pleasure, at the muscular tightness as she began a slow, steady rhythmic masturbation. She had desired to know what it was like for a man to fuck and the alien had taken this as a command, drawing on its own experiences (ironically of taking her) with which to satisfy her need. Carol closed her eyes and moaned as she upped the speed of her masturbation, feeling the tightness increase, feeling the thrills increase, adapting her technique as she zeroed in on the areas of maximum arousal, vicariously living out the rape Jacko and Rocky were perpetrating on Jennifer Walters below.

“Fuck the bitch,” urged Carol, upping her tempo to match Jacko's cock thrusts as he ploughed deeper into She-Hulk's tight snatch. “Make her fucking scream for it.”

Carol smiled evilly as she saw Jennifer's legs draw up around Jacko's rump, urging him to fuck her deeper as she moaned around Rocky's cock, lodged in her mouth, her tongue adding to the excruciating pleasures as it flicked around the head. I knew that it was going to happen soon. For all four of them.

Carol's thoughts were locked on the alien sensations flowing through her as she stared at the scene below.

“Yeah… take it you fucking whore!” she whispered urgently, her mind fixated on what the feelings of penetration must be like, compared to the pleasures of her hand – I knew that she would commit rape to find out… and the alien would aid her.

The sublime energies I had implanted in Jennifer rose to a fiery crescendo, blasting through her body as she came, her cunt clamping down heavily on Jacko's cock, her mouth sucking ever stronger on Rocky's prick. She writhed, bucked and gasped around the intruder between her lips and that was enough for both of her tormentors, who both simultaneously cried in orgasmic exultation as they crossed the peak, blasting into her with their cum.

Carol drank in the scene, feeling the pleasure and the tightness approach a zenith. Both of her hands wrapped themselves around her straining cock, working them in tandem to bring her the maximum pleasure, feeling the sweet moment when all control of the black monster left her, the ecstasy stabbing into her, its wildness consuming her. The black prick went spastic, the tip bursting to send a shower of green slime jetting over her costume, Carol's eyes tightly shut, her head thrown back in rapture, her mouth open wide.

“Fuck… YES!” she cried, my mind instantly and effortlessly forcing the hoods below to ignore the noise.

She gasped heavily, savoring the rush of her first ‘male’ orgasm, so short-lived and savage compared to her own, but an experience she would seek again and again thanks to the alien who had bonded with her. Her hands sought out the green ejaculate and she studied it, tasting it, curious as to its qualities. In her mind I could sense her wondering whether she could impregnate a female with her alien bondmate… and what would occur. I believed that the alien was forcing these thoughts into her mind but I admit to being equally curious as to what would happen. I had no agenda for procreation – indeed, I was fairly sure that I was actually infertile – but it was likely that the base instincts of the alien would have survived my own programming.

Down below, Joey was being besieged by his gang members, all of them wanting a piece of the seemingly willing ass they had captured. However, their leader had devised a novel idea.

“We're brothers right guys? Then I figger we all need to make her our property. Me 'n' Jacko and Rocky have left our mark on her bitch skin…so I wanna see the rest'a you do the same. Choose a piece'a her slut body and rub yourself off on it. I wanna cover the bitch in the cream of the brothers! Once you've marked her, you've earned the right to fuck her… but only then. I'll cut anyone who goes near her holes.”

After Jennifer's last double fucking, she had barely noticed what was going on around her, but as the mass of men approached her she tried to get up, to flee.

“She's gettin' flighty boss,” remarked Rocky. “Whadda you reckon?”

“I think she's a bit worked up after the fuckin's we given her,” Joey laughed, looking at the wild-eyed green-skinned whore before him “I think we all know what would calm the bitch down.”

Rocky laughed to himself before finding a syringe, flicking it then advancing on the distraught She-Hulk, four of his pals holding her down as he sought out a vein on her forearm.

“This'll make you feel real good, baby,” Rocky hissed evilly, effortlessly impaling her with the needle, injecting her with the minimum of fuss before yanking the needle out and chucking it into a corner of the warehouse. “Real fuckin' good.”

Jennifer closed her eyes as the essence of relaxation flowed through her body like a tide of ecstatic calm, sighing in contentment as she sought her high, almost oblivious to the feeling of cock after cock finding a spot on her body before starting a rubbing motion. As good and as high as she felt, the friction of prick meat against her cheeks, her tits, both sides of her belly and her thighs was heavenly and she basked in the feelings, her ears ringing with the sounds of young men groaning in sexual pleasure. Her body was a temple and they were worshipping her.

Carol appreciated the closed-eye lip-pouting pleasure on Jennifer's face as she watched from above. Her orders had been to rescue the She-Hulk and return her to Avenger Mansion, whereupon her true work would begin. My orders had specified no time period, however, and I noted the sick smile plastered to her face as she watched the young men rub themselves against her, Joey enjoying the show by jerking his own cock into attention.

“Come on guys!” he yelled. “Coat her… fucking' bast her with the brothers' jizz!”

They did just that, She-Hulk writhing in pleasure as she felt the warm creamy coating of nine or ten men spurting against her skin over the course of the next minutes. When they eventually pulled away she found herself instinctively seeking out the puddles of cum on her naked body, rubbing it all together, sighing in contentment as she did so.

With the lewd display in front of them it did not take the men too long to regain their erections. Then She-Hulk was truly used. Joey had given them orders that they could fuck her where they pleased only that they should shoot into her mouth – “coat her inside and out” was his specific order. It did not seem to matter to the men that they were getting covered in their brothers' cum as took advantage of her, fucking into her cunt, her super-relaxed ass, her mouth. Rations of her body were distributed as the men grew hard again, Joey ordering them into position.

The guy knew how to conduct a gangbang, that was for sure. At the peak of the rape he had ordered men simultaneously into her cunt, her ass, between those magnificent tits, in her mouth and even each of her armpits. Looking into Jennifer's mind, I could see her totally immersed in the sensations of hard cock pounding into her everywhere – completely disorientated, yet her body betraying her, forcing her inexorably to high after high as the drugs and orgasms broke down her will completely. I spared a thought for the Enchantress, who was still psionically merged with the She-Hulk. I wondered whether there would be anything left of her once I returned. From goddess to drug-addled slut, what a transformation. Could an Asgardian take that?

One by one the men lined up to fill her mouth, savage grunts resounding through the warehouse as their cum was vacuumed clean from their pricks by She-Hulk's instinctive cock-sucking talents. She swallowed each load, her face decorated with trails of cream where the hoods had not been quick enough or indeed able to direct their sperm. Finally, the guy skewering her ass flipped her over, escaped from under her and took his turn at her lips, the torture finally over as thick rope after rope spurted onto her tongue and headed tonsil-bound. He wiped his cock in her hair, bringing forth more cream that seeped down towards her scalp.

Joey moved forward and pushed Jennifer onto the floor, on her knees. He looked down to see her perfect green skin covered with dried sperm, her eyes still vacant with the expression of a woman both high on drugs and sex.

“You got the essence o' the brothers on you and in you bitch!” he exclaimed, fisting his cock into a blur. “Now come suck the prick of your fuckin' owner!”

Carol decided that she had seen enough and leapt down from the rafters, smashing Joey contemptuously aside, taking out all twelve gang members in less than ten seconds, her face a picture of glee as she cut loose with her superhuman powers. I figured that she had killed at least three men, crippling a half-dozen. She reveled in the action, even taking time to knock out She-Hulk herself, realising that it would probably be better if she were unconscious for the duration.

In short order her enemies were defeated and she looked around, surveying the results of her violence. What she had achieved using the alien was impressive – it was clear that she would be able to make use of the powers the suit afforded its owner to a far greater degree than I ever would. She had been trained for battle.

Finally, a low groan caught her attention. Joey was staggering to his feet, still stunned by Warbird's initial blow. Carol made up the space between them in less than a second, and hefted Joey to his feet, pulling his chin upwards so she could look him in the eye. She smiled at the look of terror in his eyes and led him to the wooden table on which Jennifer Walters had been so brutally ravished.

“I really enjoyed the show,” Carol murmured, laying Joey down upon the table. “She-Hulk's pretty hot… and I guess, so am I.”

On mental command, the alien symbiote stripped away Warbird's costume, the suit absorbing into her skin. Joey gasped at the beautiful nakedness in front of him, his eyes caught up on her swelling breasts, her erect nipples. She really was turned on by what she had seen.

“What's the deal here, baby?” he hissed, my previous mental cleansing of his fear of super humans coming through again. “Fancy some cock yourself?”

Carol pushed him down on the table and rubbed her cunt across his stomach and over his bulging prick, allowing him to reach up and nip on her tits, before she slowly lowered her snatch down over Joey's cock.

“Guess I do need some meat at that,” she finally replied, slowly rotating her hips around the swollen member deep in her snatch, the alien pooling inside of her, around his prick, Joey sighing at the incredible sensations as he was firmly massaged like he had never been before.

Carol let herself go as she felt Joey drive into her, allowing the alien to take control, tendrils shooting out from her rump and burrowing deep into the juvenile leader's asshole, the boy screaming in pain at the intrusion then feeling the pleasure exponentially multiplied as the alien worked his prostate and cock together in tandem.

“Fuckin' hell!” he screamed in pleasure as Warbird rode him like a cowboy, his arms shooting up to squeeze and pull on her titties.

Carol could feel his orgasm approach and felt shards of evil, malicious joy shoot through her as more black alien tendrils shot out, disappearing up each of his nostrils, blocking off his throat. Carol rode him ever harder, sending mind-blowing ecstasies though Joey's young body even as he bucked and gasped beneath her, desperately attempting to gain air.

Warbird sighed in orgasmic release as she felt his cum shoot deep into her belly, milking his cock with her cunt muscles and the alien substance, knowing that by the time she opened her eyes and dismounted her steed, young Joey would be quite dead.

But still, she figured, at least he went out with a bang.

****

“Get her to trauma!” ordered Carol, marching into the lobby of the Avengers mansion, the unconscious form of the She-Hulk quickly placed on a stretcher and sent into the bowels of the buildings.

“Wasn't sure if you'd come back,” observed Mockingbird, the blonde in full costume as she watched the scene unfold. “Cap came down pretty hard on you when you lost your powers.”

“It's a war zone out there,” replied Warbird dispassionately. “I might have lost the energy powers of Binary, but my strength's now greater than it's ever been. The bottom line is that you need me. The city needs me. Especially now with She-Hulk out of the picture.”

“What happened?”

“Lost her powers, just like that… Bunch of kids gang-raped her… Shot her up with heroin and almost killed her –  until I stepped in.”

Mockingbird sighed.

“Look, I'm needed out there now. I gotta go, but it's good to have you back, Carol. Justice and Firestar have just gone to bed to get some sleep… your room's just as you left it.”

Carol grinned to herself as she watched Mockingbird depart. Despite being just a little shorter than she was, Mockingbird was pretty much a match for her in terms of physical beauty and tight, toned form. She knew that I would enjoy having her as much as I had been pleasured by Carol herself. I congratulated myself for my ingenuity as I realised that soon even the mighty Avengers would crumble before me.

Warbird reflected on how the Avengers had voted her out of the roster a couple of months ago and her mind burned with vengeance. She was born to be in this team and without her, she decided, there would be no team. She walked up the stairs, until her hand was on the knob of the door to her old quarters. The urge for revenge burned ever deeper as she turned one hundred and eighty degrees and opened the door that greeted her.

She looked down upon the sleeping forms of Justice and Firestar, the hatred burning ever deeper. These two kids were drafted by Captain America to replace her. What better place to start her revenge? Twin blobs of the alien costume's substance pooled on her hands. Instinctively she knew what she was to do, allowing each blob to detach from her palms, watching as they landed on each of the slumbering heroes, grinning inanely as she watched the ebony substance absorb itself into their necks.

Her costume began to melt from her body, leaving her quite naked, her body a wonderful specimen of female sexual allure – blonde, curvaceous, wet, ready. At her mental command, tentacles from the alien costume shot out, carefully removing Firestar from the bed, lying her on the ground, before the black mass merged itself back into her skin. Warbird knelt on the bed in Firestar's place, running her hand across Justice's face, stirring him into consciousness.

(XXXI) CORRUPTION OF THE INNOCENT

“I'm curious, Mrs. Richards. The last time anyone saw you, you were the devoted wife of the world's leading scientific mind, plus an established super heroine. Now I face you as you represent one of the globe's most corrupt, evil organisations. I can't help but be curious.”

The setting was a small, candlelit, almost intimate dinner for two, in the chambers of the Black Queen deep within the New York headquarters of the Hellfire Club. Malice, one of my darkest angels of desire, had chosen to entertain the organisation's biggest sponsor. And biggest user.

“Mr Gideon, I would prefer you address me as 'Black Queen' or 'Malice'… Susan Richards ceased to exist some weeks ago. I am her darker, more powerful self. It's only fitting that I should run the more… interesting aspects of the Hellfire Club's organisation.”

Gregory Gideon regarded his dinner date carefully. There was no doubt that this was the Invisible Woman, Susan Richards. But he could tell that there was something different about her. He'd battled the Fantastic Four in the past and there was a new air of malevolence about her. Her deep blue eyes accentuated a powerful sensuality, a sexual confidence that only the Black Queen could possess. She had dressed to please him – a figure-hugging black dress that emphasized her curves and displayed ample amounts of cleavage, her nipples apparent through the thin black material of the outfit. Her very appearance worked to arouse him, to want him to take her.

“My apologies, Black Queen. My vast fortune has helped the Hellfire Club through a great many crises,” noted Gideon dryly. “In that time, I have arranged something of an understanding with the Inner Circle… a mutually beneficial understanding.”

I could sense the triumph in Malice's mind as she studied Gideon's face. Tall, powerfully built and quite bald, he radiated authority. He was used to getting his way. Most women find such a combination a powerful attracting factor, but I could see that my angel merely wanted to use him to carry out my whims. She truly is a remarkable creature.

“An understanding that sees the Hellfire Club spending your money carte blanche, in exchange for open access to the sex slaves my predecessor trained,” observed Malice coldly.

Gideon smiled.

“Her whores were exceptional, Black Queen,” affirmed Gideon, grinning slyly. “But Selene and I had an arrangement I would dearly like to continue with her replacement. Your predecessor knew that the Hellfire Club required a small number of male slaves…and all boys need firm… male… guidance. Selene's rewards for my efforts were both personal and… stimulating.”

Of course, Malice had known all of this before arranging this rendezvous. Her orders from me had been explicit –  to bring her son into our fold, to recruit his raw, mutant power into our organization; one of the final additions to the power base. After reviewing some of the videotapes of Selene and Gideon's performances, she had a plan. Now with Gideon hopelessly infatuated with her, it would be a simple matter to carry it out.

“I've seen what you and Selene have done in the past. It intrigues me. I have a particularly interesting male for us to… enjoy. I have no doubts that the personal rewards I can give you will be… first class.”

Malice's brow furrowed slightly through concentration as her invisible force fields penetrated Gideon's clothing, bringing about a sudden, strangled gasp from the billionaire financier. The once Invisible Woman licked her lips seductively as her powers brought Gideon instantly to erection, swirling currents of her cosmic-spawned powers rushing around his sensitive genitals, teasing the head relentlessly, caressing his shaft and gently manipulating his testicles. She felt an incredible sense of satisfaction as another field expertly played with his sensitive anal ring, sending his hips out of control, bucking against the underside of the table, Malice staring into his eyes as the cutlery was sent flying from the table.

“Do you want me to stop, Mr Gideon?” she cooed, running her finger along the exposed curve of her breast.

“N-no!” he gasped loudly, his eyes locked onto her exposed tit-flesh, his desire for her escalating exponentially.

“Do you have doubts about the rewards I can give you?” she asked softly, knowing that he was approaching orgasm rapidly.

“God no!” he cried. “Y-you're…incredible!”

Malice smiled at the compliment, teasing him ever closer to the final release, slowing down as she felt the muscles in his cock near their spastic state, where control was lost and his cum would flow freely. She wanted her imprinting to be perfect and delayed the inevitable.

“Will you 'train' my boy, Mr Gideon?” she asked, leaning forwards, bunching her breasts together, allowing her drool to escape her mouth, knowing it would land on her ample flesh, knowing the effect it would have.

“Anything for you, Black Queen!” he screeched, eyes locked on the wet spot on her breasts, his mind desperately wanting to reach out and touch them, to maul them, to suck them, to fuck them until they were coated with puddles of his cream.

“Look at me, Gideon. Look at my eyes,” the irresistible Invisible Woman commanded.

It was torture for the world's richest man to break his attention from the twin globes of Malice's perfect breasts, but the order pierced his very soul as his body was wracked with an ecstasy that he had never felt before. His mind raced with the possibilities. This woman gave him more pleasure than he could have ever imagined... and she wasn't even touching him! How would it feel to take her, to feel her against him as his cock claimed her body? He finally met her gaze.

“Look at my eyes,” she had commanded again and now he was lost in them, forever. “I want you to see my eyes as you cum.”

His prick felt as though ten… no twenty tongues were teasing his more sensitive areas. He knew he could not resist and he did not want to. The throb built quickly in his tortured penis, his balls almost felt as though they were being squeezed when Malice finally uttered the phrase that would forever haunt his destiny.

“Cum for me Mr Gideon. Cum for your mistress.”

“MISTRESS!”

****

The commands from his mistress were still something of a puzzle to Gideon as he unlocked the door behind which his prey waited. Franklin Richards… he could scarcely believe that his own mother was going to be behind the acts which awaited the young boy.

It didn't matter to him though. All that concerned him was the reward that awaited him, the prospect of his flesh moving against hers, his pleasures multiplied as the most succulent example of womanhood he had ever encountered was unwrapped before his eyes, her naked form presented to him for his enjoyment. His mind was still raw from the sheer power of the orgasmic release Malice had pulled from him. He could still see her eyes, a mixture of raw pleasure, malevolence and satisfaction as he had came for her. The sperm had almost literally been torn from his balls as he had surged under her invisible ministrations… and yet he knew the pleasure to be a mere hint of what was to come.

The room inside was dark, lit only by the cathode rays of a vast monitor set into the wall at the chamber's end. Silently he entered the room, noting the frenzied movements coming from the high-backed chair directly in front of the screen. He smelled the air, the definite musk of male ejaculate heavy in the atmosphere. Guess he's been quite busy, Gideon surmised, grinning to himself.

His face was a mask of appreciation as he watched the screen. A naked man was tied down into a sumptuous leather chair – he was in his early forties, Gideon judged, his features contorted with desire as the X-Man Psylocke slowly stripped in front of him, peeling away her negligee to reveal her massive, pendulous breasts, nipples alive with arousal.

Gideon heard a moan of appreciation from the chair in front of him. Franklin Richards was masturbating, pulling himself off to the image of Betsy Braddock. He felt the stirrings of lust deep within himself as he watched the beautiful purple-haired woman completely disrobe before dropping to her knees, crawling towards the bound man.

“Suck me, Betsy!” he pleaded. “I need it!”

Gideon crept up behind the high-backed chair, looking down to see the newly adolescent Franklin Richards feverishly jerking away as he watched Psylocke's plump lips slowly engulf the man's penis, her eyes closed in pleasure, her cheeks concave as she sucked… and sucked hard.

I watched the entire scene in my astral form, knowing the importance of Richards' recruitment into our fold. However, I too was enraptured by the scene on the screen, Psylocke using her tremendous oral skills to nip, lick and suck her client to the most incredible climax he had ever experienced. It was quite a marvel to behold. I remembered how she had used those skills on me, how she had debased herself totally whilst pleasuring me with an intensity that only the Enchantress could match. I could have made her into one of my most devastating dark angels, a woman whose command of the arts of love would have made any man hers. Instead, I had made her into a whore, a woman whose sole objective in life is to use those gifts for the paid pleasure of man. Any man. And yet it had to be done. Everyone had their place in the plan.

The screen was filled with Psylocke's face, the erect cock bobbing in front of her as her tongue shot out to bathe the head with her saliva, before teasing the underside, her hand jerking rapidly as his hips thrust his cock clumsily between her pouting lips.

“I'm so close, Betsy!”

Gideon did a double take. It wasn't the man being pleasured who had shouted this, it was Franklin. I wasn't too surprised. To date, Franklin's entire sexual education had come from this screen. Peering into his mind, I could see that the days of constant video feeds such as this one had instigated the desired effect on the boy's confused mind. He had witnessed man after man taking advantage of the Hellfire Club whores, fucking them senseless in every conceivable way. In his mind now was the solid association that women pleasured men and men used women. Now when he watched the screen it was him being serviced, his prick being tongue-bathed, his cock sinking deeply into the whore's cunt… or asshole. All he needed was a woman and some encouragement and he would be recruited with ease.

Thinking about it, I could see Malice's point of view in getting Gideon to provide that encouragement – just about the only woman on the planet who could confuse him now was his own mother.

“Yes, Betsy, YES!” the man screamed as Psylocke rubbed her lips over the underside of his glans, sighing as white cream shot from the slit, coating her lips, cheeks, shooting up her nostrils.

“God YES!” Franklin screamed, Gideon looking down to see him spraying with abandon, arcs of his cum shooting onto his chest and neck, not caring where his sperm flew, just enraptured in the moment of release.

The boy's libido barely dropped. I could sense that the lad was as horny as ever; certainly his prick remained locked into erection, the jerking continuing as he watched Betsy lick the man's prick affectionately before rubbing his cream into her face, then sucking her fingers clean. I could sense that Selene had also affected his body chemistry, enhancing the hormones that controlled his libido… a further part of his conditioning.

“I have been sent to collect you,” began Gideon.

Franklin turned around suddenly, ashamed at being caught not only naked but with his engorged penis in his hands. He looked around desperately for his pants.

“Don't worry boy… my mistress has judged you ready. You are to be mated.”

“Mated?” Franklin asked, his face betraying his concern.

“Yes. We have selected females to pleasure you. I am to be your guide. To be sure that you properly… use… them.”

The boy gulped loudly before rising to collect his clothes. I could sense some fear about him, but the true motivational factor was desire. Every time he masturbated, the frustration was building within him. A parade of beauty on screen had tortured him, with only his hand able to give him relief and even then, it wasn't good enough, the lusts had simply returned with a biting edge of sexual frustration that was driving him over the edge. I began to pity the girls that Malice had chosen for him.

Gideon took him into a room… an oak-paneled chamber that Franklin recognized immediately. This was where moments ago he had seen Psylocke orally pleasure her client. He saw the leather chair in the centre of the room, the ropes discarded on the ground next to it. The air was still ripe with the smell of sex, the lingering perfume of Betsy's scent. I could sense Franklin's heart begin to pound within his chest, his cock leaping to attention as the realisation sunk in that he was going to finally be able to perform the acts he had born witness to so frequently over the last few days. His mouth grew dry with the anxiety.

In preparation he dropped the bundle of clothes that had covered his nudity and afforded himself a smile. His immature mind was the slave of the adolescent urges that Selene had brought from him, his mind and body were on fire. He grunted in need as Gideon brought in his first woman. Her face was covered in a leather mask, long auburn hair escaping from the bottom of it. Franklin found himself concentrating on her body, clothed as it was in a leather bustier that accentuated her tits, a small leather thong protecting her cunt. Otherwise, save a pair of high-heel shoes, she was quite naked… a visual feast of flesh… he stepped forwards in anticipation as Gideon forced her down onto her knees.

“You're going to let me have… her?” he asked, his eyes still roaming over her body. “Who is she? Why is she wearing a mask?”

“You know her, boy,” Gideon replied ominously. “The mistress knows of your affection for this girl. She is to be your first test. Unmask her… but remember, she is yours. Yours to command. Do with her as you please. Have her.”

Franklin knew who she was even before he reached forward to pull off the mask. It hadn't been so long ago that he had last spoken with her, shared confidences with her, loved her like the big sister he could never have. And here she was for him, gift-wrapped, a female who would give him that which he craved the most.

“Kitty…” he sighed pulling off the mask.

I marveled at Malice's genius… exploiting his immature puppy love crush for the girl… not knowing (or indeed being able to understand) just how much she had been altered by Selene. How the weeks of prostitution had turned her from the upstanding heroine he adored into the craven prostitute who had surrendered her mind, soul and body to the worship of man… any man who had the money.

Kitty Pryde and Franklin Richards locked eyes, the boy triumphant as his own need was reflected in hers, the full power of his crush returning with a vengeance.

“My… how you've grown, Franklin,” Kitty purred, leaning forwards, trapping her breasts between her outstretched arms, emphasising her charms.

I could feel the torture in his mind. The fond memories of how he had befriended the Pryde girl as she clung on to existence as both his father and the evil Doctor Doom had worked to save her life. How his simple faith in humanity had been the anchor she had needed to fight for life, her warm gratitude once her life had been saved. At the same time, here was a bitch in heat, girl flesh all too eager to accept his throbbing penis, a female who would pleasure him. How different had been the cries of ecstasy from the men on the video screen when compared to his own shouts of orgasmic release. He would no longer need his hand any more. He could do it properly. He could fuck the girl. Possess her. Make her do whatever he chose. Franklin Richards was lost.

He was staring at her chest, his gaze caught up in the soft curves being proffered to him.

“What do you want from her, Franklin?” Gideon asked, frustrated at the lack of action. “The girl is yours. She only needs your simplest command.”

“Kitty… let me… let me see… you.”

She smiled accommodatingly, reaching behind her to unclasp the leather halter top, closing her eyes in joy as her breasts bounced free. Kitty Pryde looked deeply into the eyes of her lover to be, cupping both of her mounds, lifting them to clearly display her erect buds.

“I am yours, my sweet,” she sighed. “Take me…and let me take you to heaven.”

There was nothing that Franklin wanted more, yet the ice-cold fear of a virgin had seized him, the fear of the unknown, the uncertainty that the uninitiated had to conquer when taking their first partner. Gideon knew it too. It was clear that he'd been here many times before and I sensed that he knew how to deal with it. Perhaps were Kitty to take the initiative, it would be enough, but this would not do. To Gideon a man had to be strong, he had to take the first step or in this crucial stage he would forever feel submissive to the female. No, Franklin Richards would have to learn by example. Another girl he cared about would have to be taken by proxy. Only by example would he learn.

Franklin's shock intensified as he recognised the bowed form of Jubilee herded into the room, clad only in a see-though nightie, her face made up like a whore's, her bobbed hair now grown to shoulder length. Inside her mind I could sense her torment. Selene had not been so kind to her. After her ordeal at the hands of Mr Fantastic she had been assigned duties as a non-consensual prostitute. A lot of the Hellfire Club's more vicious members enjoyed taking a girl forcefully. Selene's only conditioning with Jubilee had been to make her respond to the brutality, to make her like it, to make her resistance melt into acceptance and then finally, orgasm.

Forced onto her knees by Gideon's powerful hands, she looked up in fear as the bald man pulled off his robe and began to fondle his genitals right in front of her eyes.

The torment in Franklin's mind intensified even as Kitty snuggled into his arms, both of them watching the imminent deflowering in front of them. Franklin knew Jubilee, he cared for her, but at this time all he could really see was a girl about to be fucked, a girl about to receive the cock she obviously craved. She wore the make-up of a whore, and he was drawn to her painted red lips, his mind wandering to the image of his boy-prick spewing white cream over her mouth, forcing her to suck him dry. The feeling of Kitty's warm flesh against his brought an extra urgency to his erection, the girl giggling as he thrust his cock against her back and reached around to grope her exposed breasts.

“Jubilee… tell Franklin what you are… what you will do for me,” Gideon demanded in a calm, matter of fact tone of voice.

“I… will be paid to have him. I will give him pleasure. My body is his to enjoy. His cock will flood me and I will… I…”

“What will you do, slut? Tell Franklin.”

“I will cum for him.”

She began to cry, but Gideon was not interested. He used his fingers to open her mouth by force and drew his cock level, grunting as he pushed it into her mouth.

“Yes!” he cried, between gasps and laughter.

Franklin pulled harder on Kitty's nipples as he watched Gideon's meat push in and pull out of Jubilee's mouth. He could hear her gag, he could see her reaction, her resistance. But it didn't matter. She had said that she would cum. Why should she lie? She had admitted she was a whore. Gideon's face was a contorted expression of sheer pleasure as face-fucked her mercilessly. It was the look that Franklin so envied, the look of a man enjoying a girl, the look of a man not using his hand to pleasure himself.

“I… I want…” he stuttered into Kitty's ear. “Put my… put my thing in your…”

Kitty turned to face him. She knew what he wanted, but she was under orders only to obey the most explicit commands. Franklin saw her beautiful features, her distinctive Jewish nose, her open mouth and puffy lips. The image of Jubilee's cum coated features was replaced with the thought of Kitty tonguing the cum from his cock even as streams of his cream coated her face.

“Put my thing… in your mouth.”

Gideon howled in triumph as Kitty went down and licked the boy's cock slowly, before sucking him into her warm oral depths. He pulled out of Jubilee's mouth, pulling her to her feet, relishing the sound of fabric tearing as he exposed her little titties, before pulling away the see-through garment totally. He enjoyed her struggle as he pushed her onto the ground, forcing his knees between hers, appreciating her whimpers and cries of “no!” as he ran his cock over her bald little pussy, knowing that the friction on her clit would wet her opening sufficiently. He also knew that Franklin would be watching, that the obscene act coupled with Kitty's accomplished oral technique would take him over the edge. He would learn that submissive woman would service him, that those who resisted would be forced to orgasm against their wills.

Franklin's eyes burned with triumph as he saw Gideon's cock plough deeply into Jubilee's tight little cunt, his mind awash with burning fire as his own lusts were stoked by the display and the feelings of raw pleasure that shot through him as he felt the heavenly suction on his prick, the ever-dancing tongue darting from one sensitive area to an even more exciting one, the exquisite teasing as Kitty lightly tickled the underneath of his bald scrotum.

As Jubilee cried out in pain at the most savage penetrating thrust yet, Franklin screamed in release and came hard, appreciating the choking noises coming from below him as Kitty gagged on the thick white cream that shot forth from the head.

“Keep sucking… I ain't finished!” he ordered, feeling his cock retain its rigidity even after the mind-numbing climax.

Franklin felt his hips involuntarily flick themselves into Kitty's mouth as he continued to watch Jubilee getting the treatment, feeling triumphant as she saw her finally begin to gasp and moan beneath the relatively hulking form of Gideon.

“She's breaking!” cried the man triumphantly as he felt the fresh layers of her cream seep across his buried prick. “Fuckin' whore's gonna take it good!”

“Yes…” Franklin murmured as he watched Jubilee's legs fold around Gideon's buttocks, her face twisted in ecstasy as the pummeling thrusts worked their magic upon her. “Cum… go on do it… cum… cum you… y-you whore!”

Jubilee screamed in release, her hips pistoning madly as she came. Gideon continued to pound into her, finally pulling out, the angry red head pitting its white venom over her bald little cunt, before being sprayed over her stomach, tits and face. A maniacal Gideon laughed to himself as he forced his still-leaking prick head over her lips, over her nose and into her eye socket.

Franklin pulled Kitty away from him, oblivious to the disappointment in her eyes, his mind locked onto the needs of his own cock. He had seen how simple it was. He pulled away Kitty's thong with contemptuous ease and crawled in between her legs, his gaze fixated upon her lightly thatched little pussy.

“Gonna… gonna put it in your hole… yeah…”

His cock dribbled cum as it approached the waiting snatch, the young boy surging in another mind-rending climax as he pushed it inside of her, screaming in ecstatic triumph.

I heard laughter in my mind as Franklin took his first girl… Malice triumphant, despite her still having failed to carry out her primary objective. But yes…that could wait. Her progress so far had been most satisfactory and as long as the job was performed properly, I could wait for the results.

(XXXII) 'MOTHER' & 'DAUGHTER'

My sister stretched out over the Enchantress' silk sheets, moaning in pleasure at the feeling of exquisite texture against her naked flesh. I had not seen her since the Asgardian had first claimed her, but I knew that she was in no serious peril. She was too delicious a creature for the Enchantress to abuse and regardless, I had kept a low-level psionic link in place to make sure that she was being treated properly.

“Miles…” she murmured dreamily as she saw me enter the room. “Finally…”

“Yes, finally,” I affirmed, joining her on the bed. “The Enchantress has finally submitted to me completely. Your days as her toy are over… Not that you appear to have disliked the experience.”

“My body…” she sighed. “She used it like no other. She was in my body, in my mind. God, what a bitch. I adore her. I love her. I need her. She truly is a fucking goddess.”

“She's ours now, my sweet. A mighty goddess brought down to the lowest level, a plaything for our enjoyment. When we're done, she'll serve you well. Call it a reward for the next task I'm setting for you.”

She arched an eyebrow in anticipation, even as the sheet fell from her chest, exposing one of her magnificent breasts. I had immersed myself in the orgasms of others, yet my own body remained unsatisfied. Stephanie knew of course. Remember, her body was primed for the pleasure of mine; when I felt the need of her, she experienced the ache for me.

“What task…?”

“That can wait. First I have experiences to share with you.”

She smiled, leaning back into the bed, closing her eyes, waiting for my mind to penetrate hers in a union even more intimate than penis shafting deeply into vagina. I did not disappoint her, pulling the sheet back completely, my sister oblivious as I began to bathe her in the memories of Wanda's magical debasement and subsequent transformation, letting her enjoy every perversion, every submission, right through to the corruption of Franklin Richards. She absorbed everything like a sponge, her mind insatiable for the evil that I had perpetrated, gentle moans and gasps escaping her as she relished the experiences, her own body responding in kind. She wanted more.

I reached out with my mind, stretching across the city, finding the mind of Carol Danvers, digging deeply into her short-term memory, picking up the story of her vengeance. The link with Stephanie was still intact, she would feel exactly what I would, she would know everything I did.

I had recognized the black alien substance that Warbird had absorbed into the necks of Justice and Firestar. They were variations of the neural controllers I had used on her myself, but clearly a more refined version. I suspected that the alien itself had come up with the newer rendition of the same device. Regardless, both were likes puppets to her now, their powers in limbo, their bodies limited in movement to what Warbird wanted, their very minds vulnerable to the alien's power.

Carol had removed Firestar from the bed, taking her place alongside Justice, stirring him into consciousness.

“Angel…?” he croaked, barely awake. “What's up?”

“Angelica's asleep darling,” Warbird breathed in his ear. “And I want to play with you.”

Justice had shot up at that instant, staring wide-eyed at Warbird, not believing what was happening. He had instantly seen his girlfriend lying on the ground.

“What have you done with her… What do you want?” he cried, immediately aware that something was wrong.

“Oh, relax, my dear,” Carol admonished, smiling as the alien substance inside Vance instantly forced him to obey, his body slumping back down onto the bed. “As you see, I have total control of your physical functions.”

Vance couldn't argue, already the warm calm of total relaxation was flowing through him. His mind reacted, he wanted to scream, but he couldn't.

“Tell me truthfully, Justice,” Carol whispered in his ear. “Do you find me attractive? Do you want me?”

“No… I love Angel. I would never do anything to hurt her.”

“Look at me. Show me that you need me.”

Vance instantly snapped to obey. He could not deny that she was beautiful… the blue eyes, the long blonde hair, the magnificent breasts and perfect figure. He sobbed against it, but he could not deny the near-instant erection that reared itself in front of them.

“That's good, lover, very good. Our bodies together will feel incredible. You will never want for another woman. Unless I desire it.”

“But… Angel…” he sighed, his eyes still locked on Warbird's charms. “I… love…”

Warbird concentrated, distilling her own lust and forcing it into Vance's body, making him cry out in pleasure-pain, his cock throbbing for release. Love was replaced by lust. Lust for Warbird's body, an aching need to sink inside of her. Carol straddled him, smiling down on him as she slowly lowered her pussy to within reach of Vance's rock hard cock. He cried out in desire, his hips bucking to meet her crotch. Carol finally put him out of his misery by forcing his prick between the folds of her cunt, Vance shouting out something completely unintelligible as the fuck became complete.

Carol leaned forwards, allowing him to suckle on her breasts, her hips slowly rotating and rocking… a slow, torturous fuck for the young man whose entire physical response was being dictated by the ex-heroine.

I could sense her malevolence, his need, her aching for vengeance and of course, so could Stephanie. Almost subconsciously I felt myself roll onto my sister, pushing myself between her perfect thighs, fucking my prick into her slit, running the head over her engorged clitoris.

Deep inside Warbird's cunt, the alien pooled, feeling Vance's prick as it thrust into the black mass, before micro-thin tendrils burrowed deeply through his slit, exploring his penis, heightening the pleasure of his nerve centres before flowing into his testicles. Outside, black scum oozed from Warbird's anus, pooling on the bed beneath Justice before lightly skimming around his asshole, further tendrils shooting deep inside of his bowels. But still the fuck continued, the boy way beyond orgasm now, Carol denying him his release, her own pleasure mounting as her pleasure-torture continued.

“YES!”

Stephanie had screamed as I had entered her, just as she had when I had robbed her of her virginity. I sensed Warbird's craven need, the alien's urge to reproduce and my body responded instinctively as only it could, forcing me to thrust deeper, faster and harder into her hot, clenching silkiness.

Carol gasped, writhed and finally reached her peak, laughing maniacally as she dismounted the young Avenger, his cock still aching with need, inky blackness oozing from the slit, the black scum slowly leaking out of his asshole.

“Sorry, lover, I'm gonna need you hard for what's to come,” Warbird explained nonchalantly.

Some semblance of sanity returned to the young man. His body still needed release badly, so badly, and yet he remained powerless in the alien-spawned thrall of his ex-team mate.

“Wh-what do you want from me? From us?”

Carol stooped to pick up Firestar, lying her on the bed next to Vance, stirring her back to consciousness.

“I've got an urge,” she whispered in Justice's ear. “I've got an urge to see your girlfriend knocked up. I wanna see her tummy bulge with child. I want her titties to engorge themselves with milk and I wanna suck it all out of her.”

Angelica Jones began to appreciate her predicament as she awoke. She immediately saw the horror in her boyfriend's eyes, the evil, malicious aspect of Carol's features… she knew she in trouble. Her instinctive response must have been to access her powers, but the alien implant in her neck would have instantly put a stop to that.

“You're quite helpless, my dear,” Warbird cooed, running the back of her hand across Angelica's cheek. “Such a pretty little girl too. Firm, supple muscles, pouting breasts, quite beautiful features. I'm gonna enjoy fucking you.”

“Keep away from me!” Firestar hissed in anger, although Carol instantly read the fear in her eyes.

“Your boyfriend and are going to have a little competition… We're gonna see who can… impregnate you first.”

Angelica almost laughed, but her response was cut short as Warbird crouched before her, baring her crotch to the younger girl. I could feel the alien's excitement through Carol. Both Stephanie and I felt it and our fuck became ever more frenzied, our bodies pistoning in concert as I took her roughly, her nails dragging along my back, her mouth biting into my neck, almost to the point of drawing blood. We could both sense the alien's arousal at being so close to fertile flesh, its consciousness alive with the need to procreate. Slowly, ropes of black slime dripped from Carol's snatch, forming into a black, hard, erect cock. Firestar began to whimper, tears leaking from the sides of her eyes.

Warbird was right: Angelica was beautiful – a perfectly proportioned redhead, similar in look to my Stephanie, but more athletic, as opposed to my shorter sister's more voluptuous curves. Carol sensed some kind of lesson was needed to prove her superiority and then she would have her fun.

“I want to show you something, Angel,” smiled Carol. “I want to show you who wears the trousers in this relationship.”

Justice found himself quite unable to resist as Warbird began to caress his firm shoulders, rubbing his chest and finally tickling his still hard cock. Suddenly she flipped him over, enjoying the sounds of his resistance as he realized the fate in store for him.

“Your boyfriend has such a lovely ass, Angel. It fills me with desire. And I desire… to have it.”

Green ejaculate flowed from the tip of Warbird's ebony shaft as she smeared it over Justice's asshole, slowly, gradually forcing it into his rectum, beginning small thrusting motions, grunting motions escaping her mouth as she took his anal virginity. She sounded almost like a man, a guttural moan escaping her with each inward thrust.

“NO!”

“Please… DON'T!”

“Don't do this!”

Carol had closed her eyes and continued her fucking, relishing his cries of pain, his pleas for mercy, they just served to make her fuck him harder, the alien phallus simulating its liquid releases and pleasure responses based on my own experiences fucking Carol. It was doing a remarkably good job…as was Warbird herself. Once she tired of the cries she began to instigate her own form of conditioning.

“Fuck back at me boy-whore!”

“Take it… take it good!”

“You love this don't you?”

“You want me to fuck you harder! Say it! SAY IT!”

She repeated the order over and over until just those two words (“say it!”) were branded on his mind.

“Yes! Fuck me, Carol. FUCK ME HARD!”

Green cum shot deep into his ass when he finally complied, Warbird on a plateau of sexual rapture she had never attained before. Vance's conditioning was complete with that submission. I would almost have pitied Firestar what awaited her were I not more concerned with fucking hell out of my sister at that point.

“Let the game begin,” ordered Carol as she rubbed her green cream over Justice's cock, making his still unfulfilled lust blast its way back to its peak. “Impregnate her, lover. Fill her to brimming.”

“Don't do it, Vance, please! For the sake of our love, fight her!”

“Raise your knees and spread them wide for him, Angel,” Carol commanded, satisfied at the instant response to her orders. “Give him full access to your treasures.”

“Gotta cum, Angel,” Vance cried in frustration as he dropped between her knees, green gelatinous blobs dripping from his prick and still oozing out of his battered anus. “Need to cum so fucking badly.”

He positioned his cock at her red-furred opening and wasted no time, battering into her in one thrust, an expression of fulfillment flowing across his features. Warbird had returned control of his cock to him and he knew that it would not be long now. Just a little longer, just another thrust.

“YES! Finally, God yes!” he cried as he surged, after just five strokes, emptying himself into his weeping girlfriend, the relief coursing through his body slowly being replaced with a sense of… yes… shame.

“Good boy, Justice,” Carol laughed, pulling him away and replacing him between Firestar's splayed thighs.

She dipped her finger into the stream of thick white cum that leaked from Angelica's cunt, bringing the digit to her mouth before slurping from it noisily.

“Who would believe that something so tasty could give you a child?” she asked, driving her finger into Angel's cunt, retrieving more of the precious fluid.

“Bad news, Warbird. I'm on the fucking pill! No way am I getting pregnant, you fucking sick bitch!”

Carol laughed at the defiance and slowly began to rub her own alien phallus over Firestar's exposed snatch.

“Guess Justice's out of the contest,” she laughed. “But I can feel the alien readying itself. It needs to procreate, Angel. It needs to climax. It needs to bring new life into the world. But its race is symbiotic in nature. It needs a host…and so does its offspring. It has studied my body and it finds that the female womb is a perfect place to nurture its young… and it will reward me richly for giving it yours.”

The alien phallus climaxed, seizing Carol with more of the indescribable rapture it had imprinted from me. Already it was rewarding its host for the fertile flesh it was being offered as ropes of emerald jism blasted over Firestar's tummy, breasts and neck.

“Don't do this, Carol… Please fight it! You're an Avenger, a hero!”

Warbird sought to silence the girl by quickly and effortlessly flicking her hips, burying the alien phallus snugly between the walls of her tight cunt.

“Don't do it! You're a hero.”

“Vance, honey… did Angelica ever blow you?” Carol wheezed between thrusts, not surprised as the boy shook his head. “She will now. Silence her with your cock. I'd like us both to take her.”

Carol ordered her to receive his prick and he thrust deeply into her mouth, both of them enjoying Angelica's gurgling sounds as she gagged on the prick meat being forced past her tonsils, the air alive with wet sounds as both her cunt and mouth were mercilessly used.

I could sense my orgasm growing in concert with Carol's and I knew that Stephanie's would follow suit as we continued our prolonged, frenzied sexual assault on each other. Warbird was immersing herself in the act of penetration, feeling the life-giving alien cum begin to rise within her, the tightness and the pressure in her alien phallus driving her ever onwards, forcing her to quicken her pace, ransacking Firestar's body at an ever-increasing velocity. The cock began to shed some of its ‘skin,’ the black tar-like substance attaching itself to the insides of her snatch, connecting Carol directly with Angelica's nerve-endings, forcing mind-blowing sensations of rapture deep into her body, compelling the raped redhead into experiencing the self-same levels of pleasure that Carol herself was enjoying.

She could feel herself approaching the edge, she knew that she was ready to truly orgasm – to ejaculate a load of life-giving fluid deep into her victim and she dug deep for her cum. The lewd act of Justice pulling out his cock and ejaculating wildly over Firestar's face and breasts being the final stimulation she required. Simultaneously, Carol, Stephanie and I lost it big time. I gasped and almost screamed as I flooded Stephanie with my white hot cream, feeling her spastic cunt clamp down heavily on my cock as she spiraled rapidly into her own climax.

But Warbird's climax was different, the alien sending a near continuous stream of icy cold black scum flowing deeply into Angelica's womb, instantly covering its lining, feeding from the host, gestating. Carol withdrew, the black slime stretching like elastic as she pulled free, the alien still connected to the raw lining of her inner lips. Justice had fallen back unconscious, Carol willing him into a catatonic state until she decided how best to use him. Angelica writhed around in ecstasy, the growing alien symbiote inside of her feeding her a constant stream of pleasure… it would make the eventual bonding a lot easier.

“Why? Why…rape me?” she cried through the moans of pleasure. “Why have Vance rape me? Why?”

Carol smiled and caressed her cheek affectionately.

“The alien and I are one, Angel,” Warbird explained. “When it bonded with me I could feel its urge to reproduce and it could feel within me the powerful pleasures we could both enjoy doing it. Typically the alien reproduces asexually, but when it discovered how the human act of copulation could make the birthing more… pleasurable, it adapted, changed. Oh and there are two reasons why Vance fucked you first of all… Firstly, the alien fetus needed to assimilate some of the characteristics of his semen in order to successfully breach your womb, and secondly… I wanted him to. I wanted your man to use you just for friction, to feel inadequate by spurting so quickly, to know that a woman was going to be more of a man than he was.”

Warbird leaned over and began to massage Angelica's stomach slowly and deeply. She chuckled to herself as she saw a bump gradually begin to rise.

“Feel… ice-cold… inside…” Firestar moaned. “Can feel it… growing!”

“Yessss…” Carol murmured, a hot sexual undertone to her voice. “It won't feel cold to you. Not once it has bonded with you… become one with you. Already it's corrupting you, just the way that my other blackened me. A man wearing the alien raped me with it and then gave me to it… You won't feel any remorse about the horrible perversions you will experience. You will enjoy them all. You will join with me – 'mother' and 'daughter' – and together we will explore the most evil depths of the human psyche. It is your destiny, sweetheart.”

Warbird continued to massage the young Avenger's stomach, feeling the fetus squirm and grow within her, now at almost full size, Firestar's pot belly reaching the same size that it would if she were nine months pregnant…only the alien had gestated within minutes.

“It's coming, lover,” Carol warned, smiling as she saw the rapture increase one hundred fold on Angelica's face, her bloated belly beginning to contract in size as a thick, red bloody mass oozed from her distended cunt, flowing over her thighs, then beginning to coat her stomach, breasts and neck. The substance seemed to bubble on her skin and Angelica writhed uncontrollably, Carol remembering her own ecstasy at the bonding process. The feeling of every nerve ending in her body exploding in pleasure, the very real sense of mental penetration as the alien's mind became one with hers. All of these experiences would be flowing through her young protégé now.

“Good…” Carol purred, laughing a little to herself. “Let it take you, Angel. Let it have you. Become one with it. Allow its evil to absorb itself into your heart, your soul. Give yourself to the evil. Do it, lover.”

An incredible, almost maternal sense of satisfaction flowed through Carol's heart and mind as she saw the evil glint of malevolence appear in Angel's eyes… the same look she had seen in the mirror since bonding with her own ‘other’.

I had effectively brainwashed Carol's alien before allowing it to bond with her. It was a calculated risk to see if its offspring would also follow my… values. This soon after the bonding I would see whether Firestar would be an asset or a liability. Would she follow me or would her alien allow her independence? The question was obviously in Carol's mind too as she instigated the mind-link, her own black alien ooze combining with Angel's red suit, the two inter-mingling, mind and body becoming one. God yes… the echoes of my own mind that I had placed inside Warbird's symbiote were resonating even more powerfully within Firestar's. The mission had been a success.

The urge to fuck flooded through the joined women's minds. The resonating power of their lusts grew, Angelica Jones' love for her boyfriend being subverted and darkened into cheap lust by the combined power of the aliens as the two women pulled the unconscious Justice back onto the bed, stirring him into consciousness.

Justice's face was filled with the expression of dread and horror as he saw the blood-red alien skin slither across his lover's skin. Both Carol and Angel enjoyed his fear as he saw both of them french kiss passionately, alien phalluses beginning to take shape between their legs.

“Angel please… you can fight it… I love you!”

“Of course you do, Vance,” Firestar laughed, breaking free from the kiss, a thin saliva drip still connecting the lips of the two women. “I've got a body that makes your prick hard… makes you want to enter me and shoot your cum into me. Of course you love me.”

Firestar sighed a little, then giggled as she forced Justice onto his hands and knees, her own fingers massaging his hips and slowly pulling his buttocks apart to expose his anus.

“And I love you too,” she breathed, bathing in the pleasurable sensations of penetration as she slowly began to skewer her alien phallus deeply into his resisting asshole. “God I love you!”

Justice cried out in pain and humiliation as his girlfriend forced herself deeply inside of him, the dull pain of Carol's previous rape now razor sharp in his mind as Angelica repeated the act of sodomy.

“And I guess that turnaround is fair play, Vance honey,” laughed Carol, bringing her full, black erection into view, wiping the head of her cock across her cheeks, moaning at the sensation of the delicious friction, more of her green ejaculate oozing forth to coat his face. “I forced you to gag Angel with your prick… now it's my turn to do the same to you.”

Small black tendrils shot out from Carol's prick, forcing Vance's mouth open as she slowly, teasingly forced her jet-black length into his mouth. Both women began to thrust in concert, the pair of them leaning forwards to join in a soul-searching kiss, tongues intertwining as their respective strokes increased in speed and power.

Both women lost themselves in their fuck, their concentration firmly on each other, Vance little more than a conduit for the physical friction of sex, Firestar and Warbird seeking more of their pleasure through the mental link their alien symbiotes shared. The air was alive with the sound of the women grunting with each thrust, again sounding more male than female.

Both of them tensed and surged simultaneously, both losing control of the sheer raw physical might of the aliens that possessed them, both coming with such violence that Justice never stood a chance. Firestar's cock pushed deeply into him, spearing into his intestines whilst Warbird's orgasmic surge pushed his head back… right back, his neck broken instantly.

“I love you 'mother',” Firestar sighed as she bent over and licked the head of Carol's prick, sucking as much of the green muck from her as she could.

“Good girl,” sighed Carol as she caressed Angel's fiery mane of red hair, basking in the sensations of her post-orgasmic tongue bath. “We're going to have such fun together, baby.”

Looking down she saw a single drop of milk gather on one of Angelica's exposed nipples. I thought I was supposed to be the mother, she thought wryly, anticipating the liquid feasts that awaited her.

(XXXIII) MALICE OF FORETHOUGHT

I ordered Stephanie to meet with Jean and Madelyne in order to begin her mission, an easy task to complete with those resources to throw at the problem in hand. In recent weeks, just after the X-Men had disbanded in fact, the mysterious Nate Grey had seemingly vanished off the face of the earth. I surmised that his capture should not take more than a day, now we were tackling the difficulties head on. In the meantime, I would pay Malice a visit. I found her in her private chamber, watching a video on a large flat screen built directly into the oak paneling. The screen revealed the pained rapture of Franklin Richards teetering on the edge of orgasm, before thrusting hard and sending his adolescent spunk surging deep into Kitty Pryde's womb.

“My boy losing his cherry,” smirked Malice as she acknowledged my arrival. “His corruption is near complete, my lord.”

“How can you be so sure, my dark angel?” I inquired, eager to see just how committed this woman was to the soul blackening of her own child.

“Gideon left the boy with both of the whores I suggested. In the last few hours he has taken them both in the mouth and in the cunt. He has forced them to love each other. In fact, so far, he has performed just about every sexual act that Selene exposed him to whilst he was in captivity, short of sodomy.”

“So what is the next step?”

Malice turned to me and smiled, before pulling a uniform out of the closet. On closer inspection I noticed that it was a Fantastic Four costume. I didn't even make the connection to begin with – as far as I knew Susan Richards was dead. Malice just looked like her and even then, her own physical transformations had lessened that impact. I remembered that she was possessed with limited shape-shifting capabilities, her own instincts reconfiguring herself in order to best seduce her prey. She had changed quite a lot from the woman I had degraded and forced into my service.

Stripping in front of me, she eased herself into the suit, tying her hair back. Susan Richards was born again. It rekindled the memories of her submission before me, how I had taken away everything that she cared about, how I had nurtured the dark side of her personality, allowing it to consume her, Susan's ‘death’ signified as we both came after rough, savage sex.

“I can see the costume has some effect on you,” she smiled, her eyes alive with evil. “Maybe I should put it on the next time I need you to… pleasure me.”

“Just tell me the plan.”

“Franklin's got a reunion with his mommy. He's going to see her in a completely different light. And then he's going to fuck me.”

****

I had decided to tag along with Malice psionically to watch the coming maternal betrayal. I lurked in her mind, allowing her dark thoughts to run through my head, submerging myself in the evil I had created in her. This would be the greatest test she had taken on yet but I did not expect her to fail. I could sense her purpose, her need to satisfy my commands.

She found Franklin alone in a comfortable bedchamber, sleeping soundly on the four-poster, quite naked. Malice sighed in appreciation at his form – Selene had aged him well, his body gaining much in the way of muscle mass, with not an ounce of fat on him. There seemed to be little of his father in his handsome young features… Franklin took after her brother in that regard. She noted a couple of spots on his forehead, bringing home the fact that the boy was still in the depths of puberty, his hormones raging inside of him. Now, thanks her plan and Selene's conditioning, the boy was obsessed with the pleasures of the flesh. She smiled… it would make the coming events most intriguing.

“Franklin… wake up, honey,” she whispered, stirring him into consciousness.

“M-Momma?” he croaked, slowly regaining his composure.

“I've come to take you away from this awful place, sweetheart,” Malice smiled, running her hands through his blond mane of hair. “My god… what have they done to you? You're so big!”

“A… a pretty lady with black hair laid her hands on me and I grew… bigger 'n' bigger then I started to…you know… and then…”

“Shhh… I think I understand. They've robbed you of your childhood, sweetheart, you'll never get those years back again. And I'll make them pay for that.”

I dived into Franklin's mind. All I could sense was the love for a child for his mother, an unconditional, unshakable bond of affection. Malice hugged Franklin deeply and I sensed some change in the boy then. He could feel her voluminous breasts crushed against his chest. He could sense their size. Surely they weren't so large when he had last seen her? His mind fixated on them. He'd enjoyed Kitty's… and Jubilee's. But theirs were small. His mind was cast back to his captivity where he'd seen Psylocke getting fucked… She had huge tits and Franklin wondered how his mother compared. What he would give to see her breasts. A massive wave of guilt swept over him as sanity prevailed… but it was clear that the seeds of his ultimate corruption had been planted. He was mentally willing himself not to become erect, not to want this beautiful woman.

“Listen, honey, there's something I've got to tell you,” Malice started earnestly, pulling away from her son. “On the way here I stumbled across a security room. It's how I found you. I saw video screens… I saw what… what you were doing with the Pryde girl.”

The guilt was instantly replaced with a deep sense of panic and shame, a need to make his mother understand…but it was a poor effort. He tried to speak but could not even begin a sentence. The emotions welled up inside of him and he began to cry.

“It's okay, honey,” Malice whispered, again drawing him into an embrace. “I know that the man forced you to do it and perhaps it's good that you did it with a girl you like and respect. I don't mind. Honestly.”

The shame intensified within Franklin. He did like Kitty, he did respect her. Maybe there had been no sound on the monitor his mother had seen because she can't of heard the things he had said to her, the filthy language that Gideon had taught him that made her perform so much better. Obviously she couldn't have stayed around to watch him fuck time after time with each of those willing girls.

And yet now, in the cold light of day, he felt ashamed for treating Kitty and Jubilee like whores… but he still could not deny that he had loved it and something inside of him told him that they had enjoyed it too. And now, was his mother doing this on purpose? He could feel her breasts again… could he feel her nipples now through the fabric of her costume, pressing against his chest? He remembered how he had sucked on Kitty's, watching them harden and grow in front of him as his tongue lapped at them. Big tits… his momma had big tits and he bet they were bigger than Psylocke's.

“I'm sorry, Momma…” he managed before a new wave of tears spring from his reddened eyes.

“It's really okay. No problem, sweetie. Let's just concentrate on getting out of here.”

Seemingly from nowhere, Gideon stepped from the shadows, easily subduing Malice from behind, placing a small bracelet around her wrist. The charade had begun proper.

“I'm afraid I cannot allow you or the boy to leave, Mrs. Richards,” the bald-headed man stated simply. “But your arrival is most timely indeed for the completion of Franklin's… indoctrination.”

Malice continued to keep up the pretence, attempting to struggle from Gideon's clutches.

“Resistance is quite useless my dear… and that inhibitor bracelet will prevent the use of your powers.”

Confusion clouded Franklin's mind. His every instinct screamed at him to help his mother free herself from Gideon. But something stopped him from doing it, he found himself looking at his mother as a woman. He felt terrible guilt but his gaze locked onto her heaving chest as she struggled.

“Stay there, boy,” Gideon commanded, Franklin instantly freezing. “You did me proud with Kitty and Jubilee… Now I want to see you perform with a real woman.”

Gideon pulled a vial from his pocket and unstopped it, pouring the contents over Malice's neck and chest, the costume instantly beginning to burn or crystallize where the liquid made contact.

“A little chemical designed for use with the unstable molecules that your costume is composed of,” explained Gideon earnestly, his own libido bursting through his veins as he reached around and cupped her large, malleable breasts, before moving up to her neck. “Come here, boy. I want you to see how a real woman is built.”

As Franklin looked on in shock, Gideon grabbed the seams of Malice's costume, ripping the fabric apart, pulling down her suit until both her globes sprung into view. Both Malice and Gideon knew now that the boy was lost as he stared at them, at their size, at their beauty. Gideon himself feasted his eyes on them for the first time, appreciating that despite their size they remained shapely and perfectly defined. His lust for his Mistress increased to a raging inferno inside of him, his cock now at maximum hardness, his pants constricting the blood flow, the tightness almost painful. He made haste in unzipping his trousers and pulling his cock free, steadying himself by placing his hands on her shoulders from behind as he began to rub his tool over the small of her back. A tight squeeze on his testicles via Malice's invisible force field reduced his ardor and he pulled back in frustration.

Malice herself began to feel the subtle transfiguration powers again consume her body, moulding it according to the desires of her prey. Her breasts started to engorge, to tighten, to fill with the mother's milk that Franklin subconsciously desired. Still she played out her role.

“Turn away, honey… Momma doesn't want you to see this.”

For the first time in his young life, Franklin Richards ignored his mother. He stood before her kneeling form, looking down on her, marveling at the revealed tit-flesh, wondering what other treasures awaited him as he peered further down to the tightness of her pants. Her curves were far more voluptuous than either Kitty's or Jubilee's. He knew that his mother was indeed a ‘real woman’. He tried to fight it on some subconscious level, but he could not stop the rush of lust, the coursing of blood through his penis, filling it in spasmodic jerks, his cock growing and solidifying into an insatiable hardness right in front of his mother's eyes. Franklin's desire effectively silenced his guilt.

“Yes, Franklin, that's right… isn't it amazing the way a beautiful woman can make a man feel? They're built to make you feel that way… they have a genetic need to attract men. And you're a man, aren't you?”

“Yessss…” he slowly hissed, his eyes still locked on the revealed flesh, ignoring the tears of his mother as she sobbed in front of him, her head bowed. “I am a man.”

“Act on your desires, boy, make her yours.”

Franklin fell to his knees, looking at his mother's beautiful waves of blonde of hair, peering past it to again appraise her magnificent breasts. In his mind's eye he could see the video screen again, Psylocke sighing in pleasure as any one of a thousand faceless men buried themselves in her cleavage, nipping and sucking at the beautiful tits. He looked at them and felt happy. His mother was bigger than her… more flesh to lose himself in.

Tentatively he cupped both breasts in his hands, catching his breath at their softness. Malice still cried in sorrow, but the boy was beyond caring at all now. Slowly he lowered his lips to her left nipple, turned on immensely by the way her nipples seem to jut out from the tit meat on little mounds of their own. His tongue reached out and slowly he licked it, then again, then captured it between his lips and sucked hard, the excitement so much that his prick gave up immediately. A single thick white stream of his sperm shot out from the beet red tip, landing on her thigh, immediately sinking in and staining what remained of her costume.

He sighed into her nipple as he sucked even harder, his mind alive with desire as a jet of mother's milk rewarded him for his efforts. His other hand continued to squeeze tighter on her other tit, as Franklin began to nurse heavily on his mother, draining one breast then attacking the other, noticing that she was no longer crying, instead running her hand through his hair affectionately as he suckled on her.

Malice could no longer pretend that she was not enjoying the proceedings. Soon she would reveal that she was to be his new Mistress, that Gideon was nothing but another of her playthings and he would be her favourite forever. Franklin's manipulations of her tits were magnificent and she stifled her own orgasm as she had felt his cum splash against her leg.

Malice could feel Gideon breathing on her neck and could still feel the tip of his penis pressing into her back. He had performed his task well – on her own there was no way that she could have seduced Franklin. Perhaps he should be rewarded. In her mind, she sculpted an invisible force field of much complexity – a sheath to envelope Gideon's straining cock, a rippling orifice that would effectively masturbate him to orgasm, an ever-changing, ever-adapting force field that would stimulate him more than any woman's cunt or ass had ever done before. She expanded it as she felt him gasp in rapture, allowing the field to encompass his entire prick and scrotum then let the waves she had created in her ‘cock glove’ do the rest of the work. She felt him thrust into it with a vigour that she had never experienced from a man before. She smiled at a job well done. Malice liked young boys, she decided, and Gideon would save her the time of tracking them down herself. In the meantime she could use him to experiment with her powers.

Franklin pulled away from his mother's teat, white milk dripping from his lips.

“Say you're not angry with me, momma!” he pleaded, eyes wide.

“You're a man aren't you?" hissed Malice almost contemptuously. “It doesn't matter what I feel. What matters is your pleasure. Isn't it?”

The boy smiled widely, wiping his lips clean. He nodded slowly, realising that what Gideon had said was true. He'd seen his mentor rape Jubilee mercilessly and she had loved it and now… now his own mother was responding just as she should. Just like a slut would. A strangled cry of ecstasy distracted him. Hands on his mother's shoulders, he witnessed Gideon rise up on his knees and surge forwards, collapsing, gasping.

“Leave us now, Gideon,” Malice commanded, thinking that the sensation of gobs of his cum striking her back had most pleasurable indeed. She felt the warm, sticky fluid began to make trails down her back, tickling her sensitive skin, disappearing into the cleft of her ass cleavage and finally tickling her anus. She enjoyed it.

Franklin had seemed confused as he saw a man yield to a woman.

“I am his Mistress, sweetheart,” explained Malice slowly, stroking his cock. “He belongs to me, as do you. I will pleasure you like a slut should, but remember that I own you. However, as my special one, I give you leave to use me in whatever fashion you desire.”

Franklin was beyond arguing. His mother's hands felt so good on his cock. He looked down, watching her lick her palms like an animal, all the better to lubricate his prick. Still he could not believe her breasts – so large, so firm, so seductive. In his mind's eye, all the videos he had seen of Psylocke had featured her breasts being used for a man's pleasure – even more than her cunt, her tits were a source of fascination to her men. He remembered that he was a man and decided to emulate the scene that had turned him on the most.

His mouth accumulated saliva… just watching his mother get to work on him made him drool. He contained it all in his mouth, running his tongue around to stimulate more. When he felt he had enough, he lifted his mother's chin and smiled into her eyes, spitting out the wad of spit onto her neck. His mother raised an eyebrow in surprise, but as the thick white fluid descended into her cleavage, she understood. She raised herself up as far as she could go on her knees, her breasts level with his cock.

“You are a real woman,” Franklin murmured as he pressed his cockhead into the wad of spit between his mother's titties. “So much more than Kitty… much more.”

Malice smiled, hands cupping her breasts purposefully, bobbing up and down, covering his entire shaft with the makeshift lubricant… lubricant she supplemented by allowing her own saliva to drip from her lips, landing square on the purple cock end that protruded from her crushed tits. Franklin yelled out in pleasure as Malice continued the tit-fuck, rocking herself up and down, rotating her magnificent sacs around his prick.

“Mark me, son,” she sighed, "Cum for me. Cum for Momma. Come ON me! Let yourself go. Do it. Take me!”

Malice giggled evilly as she felt her son erupt, trapping the spitting head in her flesh, knowing that the trapped cock would feel even more pleasure, finally allow it to spring free, to coat her face and neck with viscous cream.

“Momma!” Franklin exclaimed, looking down to see his mother's features decorated with his cum. "Oh Momma, I love you!”

“I'm not your Momma any more, sweetheart,” Malice mused, rubbing her son's seed into her skin. “I'm your Mistress. Remember that.”

She stood up, smiling broadly, the look of expectation clear in her son's eyes. There was no going back now and that suited her just fine. She lay on the bed, spreading her legs wide, allowing her force fields to slowly peel back what remained of her costume, leaving her stark naked, displaying the split lips of her soaking cunt to her only son.

Cock at full mast he placed both his hands on her kneecaps, using them to steady himself as he placed himself between her thighs.

“You know what you want, don't you honey?”

He nodded in assent, automatically bringing his hand around his cock, masturbating slowly. He pushed the head of his prick deep into her wet bush of pubic hair, slowly rubbing it down, over her clitoris, then into the channel of her cunt. The flick of his hips was instinctual and he buried his cock into her grasping, velvety cunt in one thrust, the momentum causing him to fall onto his mother, his little nipples grazing Malice's larger nubbins. He moaned at the sensation of flesh on flesh, of the feeling of his cock deep in the warmth of her pussy.

“Poke it into me. Do it!” she hissed, moaning lightly as Franklin gave in to his passion, pistoning repeatedly into her cunt, feeling the flesh cling to him on the out-stroke, before the desire for pleasure forced him to thrust back in.

Malice allowed her hips to push back, focusing in her mind, allowing her instincts to form the subtle force fields that traversed the length of her cunt, fuelling more ecstasy in the meat of her lover. Her young son gasped in rapture as ripples of pleasure washed out from the tip of his prick, forcing him to thrust harder into the warm, wet flesh.

Franklin felt his mother wrap her long legs around his rump, her arms following suit around his neck, forcing him ever deeper into her soft, inviting being. He was a long way short of being a skilled lover, but that did not matter to Malice – her own evil mind more than made up the shortfall in her son's technique – just the fact that another taboo had been rent asunder was enough to turn her on. That, coupled with the sheer thrill of feeling absolute control over her subject, knowing that her power was enough to kill or to endow incredible pleasures. Just that knowledge was enough for her to climb the steep hill to orgasm, moaning and gasping as she felt herself penetrated.

Franklin's thrusts had started out as short, nervous pokes into his mother, but now he felt more confidence, easing deeply into her with long, delicious strokes, appreciating the sounds his lover made as he paced himself, forcing himself to keep his climax at bay, wishing only to give pleasure as well as receive it.

Malice put an end to any kind of control that he felt, however, simply accentuating his sensations by slowly grinding her hips, rotating them as he surged into her, exponentially increasing the friction and thus the ecstasy. She knew that he would not be able to cope and smiled broadly as the long strokes became one simple, desperate lunge deep into the heart of her weeping cunt. Franklin growled loudly as he felt the sap rise from his balls, squirting out violently, deeply, into his mother's pussy.

“God yes! YES!” he screamed, the orgasm prolonged as Malice's force fields sank into his prick, regaining control of the spastic muscles, slowing the ejaculatory response… another trick she congratulated herself on learning, watching as her boy lost all reason and descended into the pleasure she gave him.

When it was finally over, Franklin managed to pull himself out of her, rolling over and slumping onto the bed, a warm glow suffusing his body as the calm, relaxing endorphins rushed through his bloodstream.

The only son of Susan Richards was a convert to the cause now. That had been inevitable, it was so clear now. Malice had become an adept at lovemaking, relishing her role as the Black Queen – a role that I had given her. I should have felt some kind of pleasure at the thought of another aspect of the agenda proceeding exactly to plan, but inside I experienced only a deep sense of emptiness. It had pleased me to see her perform so well and I admit I did feel a great degree of curiosity as to how she would fuck me were I to desire it.

I should have felt some degree of triumph, but it was not to be. Perhaps were I to witness Jean and Madelyne working together I would be more… stimulated. But first things first. Nate Grey had to taste a small portion of what we had to offer… and my sister is frankly delicious.

(XXXIV) OPEN TO SUGGESTION

As I suspected, Nate Grey couldn't really hide too well within New York City. With the sort of psionic energies the so-called ‘most powerful mutant on earth’ possessed, it was relatively simple for the trio of redheads to track him down.

The guy was an enigma. Brought to this timeline from an alternate Earth where Apocalypse ruled supreme, he was created by the mutant geneticist Mr Sinister as the ultimate weapon, the ultimate insurance policy against the tyrannical leader. Technically speaking he was Jean Grey's son – his body grown from Sinister's gene tanks using her and Scott Summers’ DNA. Somehow he'd managed to find his way to our existence, but since then had had much difficulty fitting in to the simple black and white of being either super hero or super villain.

The overriding factor, I guess, was that Nate was still young – just a little older than me, in fact. Unlike me, he didn't know what to do with his life, what purpose he should have and whom he should call his allies. That was probably the best reason I had for confidence in winning him over into the Agenda… a lack of clarity of purpose makes anybody easy pickings. It was also the reason I hadn't had to face him as an adversary yet. The world's most powerful telepaths were all my slaves… bar him. I honestly believed that he just didn't care what happened in the coming apocalypse.

Certainly, there was only one reason we found him in a certain New York nightclub. He was a young man who wanted to get laid. Telepathically, I was with Stephanie when she entered the smoky, neon-lit environment, joining the dance floor, letting herself go to the urgent beats of the music. Like Nate, there was really only one thing on her mind.

I certainly wasn't surprised at the reaction her presence had on the guy. Her mind and his resonated almost perfectly, and for a telepath of Nate's prowess, her simple urges must've been like a siren call to his libido. It was only a matter of minutes before he had left the bar, searching out the club to find the female mind that he had touched. I could imagine his curiosity – he would never have felt a resonance within the mind of another before. I also severely doubt that the flood of lust that besieged his mind was commonplace either.

Stephanie has a fantastic body, voluptuous, all curves, yet with enough height to make her look elegant and desirable to any normal man. Her mane of long red hair was alive as she danced, a smile on her face, knowing that she was irresistible to her prey. She only had to fend off the attention of two men before Nate finally made his move, joining her on the dance floor, easily slipping into her steps, their eyes meeting, the message sent between them obvious in its carnality. He moved closer, maintaining the rhythm of the dance, adapting it so as to run his hands over her hips, moving behind her to catch a feel of her ass.

Everything about my sister screamed ‘access’. Her black skirt was tiny, the tops of her stockings clearly visible, her see-through crimson top had a plunging neckline, revealing her generous cleavage, her black bra very visible through the fabric. I knew that she wasn't wearing any panties. What would be the point? Stephanie could feel his hands circling around her torso now, slowly moving up and she smiled as she felt his legs grinding into the backs of her thighs. She thrust her ass back, rubbing his crotch, hearing him groan even through the inhumanly loud music. Stephanie wanted him fully erect before the dance ended.

Turning to face him, she smiled, knowing that his eyes were caught on the promising cleavage she had just rubbed against his chest, moving her mouth into his neck, kissing and nipping lightly at the skin. He returned the compliment, his hands running rampant, caressing her back then moving down to once again cup her buttocks. One of Stephanie's hands was around Nate's shoulder, keeping the intimacy of the dance strong, even as the other was stroking back and forth across the bulge in his pants.

“Let's get out of here, lover,” Stephanie shouted into Nate's ear, stepping back to see his response.

Moments later, the couple were outside in the cold night air, diving into a tiny, darkened alleyway less than a block away from the nightclub. The weather was not pleasant – rain bucketing down at a ferocious rate – but neither of them seemed to pay it much mind. They were kissing passionately, their tongues dancing around each other's as Stephanie pressed Nate against the wet brick wall. They had not even spoken yet.

My sister recognised the need in Nate's eyes as she broke the kiss and stared into them. His legs were spliced with hers and she felt his uncompromising erection against her upper thigh. She silenced him with one finger laid across his lips as he attempted to stutter something to her. Stephanie smiled, rubbing her palm across his entrapped erection, then unzipping him, before reaching inside to find and retrieve his throbbing hardness.

He grunted as she pulled it free and began to stroke it, feeling his hips begin to instinctively thrust his meat further into her grasp.

“I'm a messenger, Nate,” she began, looking him in the eye. “Madelyne Pryor has sent me to find you.”

“Madelyne?” he gasped, his body still in the thrall of my sister's perfect masturbation technique. “What… wh-what does she want?”

“Just come with me… You won't be alone with her. I'll be there all the way.”

To illustrate her commitment, she quickly dropped to her knees, her mouth now level with her hands as they both stroked and pulled at his reddened cock meat. She pulled his foreskin back completely, revealing the purple head, spitting onto it then using her fingers to rub the lubricant into his most sensitive area. She felt the violent jerk in her hands and knew that Nate Grey was close to orgasm now. But regardless, she encircled the head in her pouting lips, before moving downwards, taking his shaft into her mouth, allowing her tongue to dance around the head before rubbing it over the underside of his cock. Nate was too preoccupied, obviously, to feel my intrusion into his mind. His lust shouted loud through his consciousness… All he desired was to fuck this girl, to send his cum spurting deeply into her mouth and then… and then to spear her cunt with his prick.

For Nate, the male urge to penetrate and own female territory was as mental as it was physical. As his cock sawed in and out of the wet, grasping vacuum wonderland that was my sister's mouth, a subconscious urge to fuck her mind became apparent, intangible energies seeking to penetrate her consciousness… to claim her…

Unfortunately for him, I'd anticipated this and now the same resonance that drew him to Stephanie in the club was working against him again. I could see – almost visualise – the energies, as they sought to enter her brain, to claim her as his sexual domain. But it wasn't going to work. The resonance worked equally well in producing a kind of psychic feedback and the effect was extraordinary.

Nate's body tensed and the unexpected sexual energies flowing through his mind were coupled with the sudden wild sucking, tonguing and jerking of my sister as she worked his cock faster and faster, laughing as she pulled it free, watching his cock slit open up, sending stream after stream of warm white cum flying over her features as she continued milking it with both her hands.

I could feel that he was almost lobotomised after that particular experience – mental and physical surrender on a scale he would not have ever felt before. Now was the time to see whether my anticipated side effects would take hold on the boy.

Stephanie straightened up, lifting Nate's face so he could see her eyes. She smiled at the emptiness in them. His mind was still recovering from the psionic feedback, but the sparkle of his lust was still present, his cock was still at full erection.

“You'll do anything for me, won't you honey?” Stephanie whispered, running the back of her hand across his cheek, smiling as he nodded slowly. “Then come fuck me.”

She backed away until she found the other side of the thin alley way, pulling at the thin see-through top until it ripped in half, unfastening her bra via its clasp on the front and slowly, sexily, wriggling out of the tiny skirt, exposing her red-bearded pussy. Nate merely growled as he advanced upon her, pulling his pants off en route, staring at her long legs and bra-covered breasts. The black garment still hung on to her tits, Stephanie figuring that the guy should have to do at least something to earn the right to enjoy her mammaries. The smile on his face as he exposed her full, rounded breasts and erect nipples told Stephanie that she'd made the right choice. He watched for a moment as the beating rain ricocheted off her tit-meat, making her nipples become even more erect, urging him to bend down and suck on them.

“Just fuck me, lover,” Stephanie urged, spreading her legs apart, feeling his cock instantly spring into the warm gap between her legs. “Do it!”

I could feel the pain in his mind as he pushed his forearms under her thighs and lifted her from the ground, forcing his hips in between her legs, bringing his prick to the spread lips of her soaking cunt, grunting in mind-numbing pain and pleasure as he slowly sank himself into her. Once again the psychic resonance between the pair of them worked against the young mutant as he penetrated my sister. His mental urge to claim her, to make her mind as well as her body his property was feeding back on itself, all cognitive reason fleeing his mind as he pistoned his cock deeply into Stephanie's accommodating cunt. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she ground her hips into his thrusting crotch, throwing her head back and allowing the torrential rainfall to shower her completely – the thrill of the fresh water striking her face in stark contrast to the heat generated by their sexual friction.

Stepping from the shadows, my Phoenix and Madelyne Pryor watched the scene of unbridled rutting take place before them, both of their gazes rapt on the muscular buttocks thrusting rhythmically, strong arms holding Stephanie aloft as she took Nate's pummeling of her cunt. Phoenix stood behind Madelyne, her arms draped around the conquered villainess' shoulders, her thigh sandwiched between her clone's, rubbing it across her crotch.

“Come on lover, fuck me harder,” urged Stephanie as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm stir in the depths of her cunt. “Get it deeper! Faster!”

She looked into Nate's eyes, seeing the grim determination to please her whilst approaching his own release.

“Do it baby!” she screamed. “Lick the cum off my face and give me some more!”

In Nate's mind there was nothing but the feeling of her body impaled upon his own, there was no world beyond the fantastically warm, yielding flesh of my sister. There was no voice but hers… and that voice must be obeyed. At all times.

Psionically, Phoenix could feel Nate's resistance fading away as the sexual ecstasy increased, his mind a raging torrent of sheer lust, which once sated would become an open book, a clean page. Both women smiled simultaneously as they figured out that the Summers Principle was working in some way on the tableau before them. The Principle had been seen in action before: most dramatically on Scott Summers and his brother Alex. Both were possessed of mutant energy powers, which proved useless against one another due to their biological similarities. Phoenix had known that she would face this problem with Nate, but seeing a variation of the Summers Principle already in action with another woman posed more questions than it answered. Questions I did not want her to pose.

This I had not expected. Phoenix and Madelyne worked now as one mind, their intelligence and deductive reasoning exponentially increased. I wondered how long it would take them to suspect the truth about Stephanie... and by extension, myself.

Sighing at the rainfall, Phoenix erected a simple telekinetic shield to keep the damp from her and Madelyne. Nate was grunting now, like an animal in heat, desperate to inseminate his mate. Stephanie still had her head thrown back in rapture, enjoying the physical sensations flooding her cunt as Nate attacked her, his cock almost like a weapon as it ruthlessly stabbed into her. She could sense him beginning to tense, so she pushed his head onto her tits, allowing the animal instinct to suck take over, her own climax rising in concert with his own.

Even Phoenix sighed at the sexual explosion that occurred as they came. Nate's mouth left Stephanie's tit and he howled like a madman, droplets of my sister's tit cream escaping his mouth as he screamed in release, sending his hot seed deep into her womb. Stephanie's climax was no less spectacular, the girl arching her back as she took his load, warm jets of her milk dribbling from her magnificent breasts, smeared into Nate's chest.

The young mutant collapsed on the spot, his eyes still open, still very much conscious, his mind now a blank slate, all intelligence temporarily suspended as his mental faculties sought to regain control of his own grey matter. Stephanie smiled at the sight of the approaching redheads, proud of her work.

Both Phoenix and Madelyne looked down as one at the seemingly catatonic Nate Grey.

“We should have seen this sooner… the psionic resonance between the two of you is extraordinary. We would suspect some kind of genetic safeguard protects you from his mental sexual possession… and yet, we are at a loss to explain it.”

Stephanie smiled, despite the fact that she herself did not have access to the knowledge I had.

“My brother prepared me well for this,” she grinned, pulling together what remained of her clothing, even as streams of Nate's cum dribbled down her thighs, staining her stockings. “Perhaps you should talk with him about this.”

“Yes…” mused Phoenix slowly. “There is still a lot about my consort's powers which I do not fully understand. What is important is that the boy is in excellent condition for the next stage of his… education.”

Phoenix and Madelyne circled the prone form of Nate Grey, regarding him almost contemptuously. I had already discerned something of a change in her attitude once she and her clone had become one. There was no doubt that they were smarter, that their evil had combined and merged, and yet her manner was colder. My mind was still alive with the imagery they had promised me when I had fucked Madelyne, of two women in perfect sexual alignment, one mind, two bodies, and me in the middle. It was perhaps the ultimate fantasy and yet I still had not pursued it… and something in my mind urged me not to do it. I wondered if this dramatic change in my consort could spell the end of our intimacy. Perhaps it would be wise to see how she treated Nate. Through the expression of her sexual skills I would be able to tell what course of action I should pursue with her… them… her.

“The boy's mind is soft,” remarked Phoenix after she finished contemplating Nate. “The psionic resonance lessens his intelligence, his free-will. His mind is very open to suggestion… an excellent beginning. Quite remarkable, in fact.”

“Thank you,” smiled Stephanie. “I don't suppose you could use those fantastic Phoenix Force powers of yours to whip me up some clothes, could you? I'm not exactly dressed for this.”

Phoenix smiled as she contemplated the shivering form of my sister, her mind easily able to reform molecules from the environment to fashion a makeshift raincoat.

“We should leave here,” she stated simply. “Boy! Stand up!”

Nate rose automatically, instantly obeying the orders he was given. A golden glow surrounded the quartet, Phoenix's enhanced mind now seemingly able to channel the Phoenix Force for teleportational use. Most impressive, if slightly worrying.

****

Rachel Summers was stretched out on the bed, all limbs akimbo, tightly secured, her head shaking slightly as she slowly regained consciousness. I stood next to her, watching her come to, slowly realizing that she was quite helpless. I had left her in costume, but had easily robbed her of her own mutant capabilities. She would be an interesting case. Her own powers were based upon a connection to the Phoenix Force – not so close as my consort's of course, nor mine for that matter.

The girl was very similar in appearance to her mother. Her body was in perfect proportion, just like Phoenix's, but with the immaturity of youth. Her breasts were smaller than her mother's, her hips not yet quite as full and voluptuous. Facially, she looked almost a match for a younger Jean Grey, the distinctive red hair clear proof of her heritage. Looking at her, there seemed to be little of Scott Summers (her natural father) in her at all… which perhaps was for the better. The girl came from one possible future – a place where the Sentinels ruled, where enslaved mutants were used to hunt down their brothers…a barbaric future that recent events had seemingly made redundant. Rachel was the sole survivor of this timeline… a fine prize to claim.

“Who… who are you?” she croaked, her throat dry, her misty vision finally recognizing that she was not alone.

“You know… I was wondering the same thing,” a voice rang out from behind me. Phoenix had returned and I turned to face her. I had expected some questions perhaps about the effect of the Summers Principle on Nate. But it did not emerge. All I saw was something of a sly smile on Phoenix's face. Maybe she had figured out something. Whatever, it did not matter at this point.

“Where's our new guest?” I inquired. “Maybe he's too dangerous to be left on his own at this point.”

“The psionic resonance has left him struggling to reclaim his intelligence. He is no threat at this time. We've fitted him with an inhibitor collar, plus the usual mental precautions are being taken. My other watches over him. She will join us shortly.”

I found it curious that Phoenix should think of Madelyne as 'her other'… the parlance was similar to the expression Carol had used to describe the alien symbiote. Maybe that's how the relationship between the two women was now… symbiotic.

“Jean… Mother?” Rachel asked, a note of panic in her voice. “Please tell me what's going on?”

Phoenix nodded at me and smiled.

“Do you want to tell her the news, or shall I?” she asked sweetly.

“Oh by all means, take it away.”

Phoenix stood over her daughter, the girl who could never now come to be. The Phoenix Force empowered her to see beyond the physical… she could stare into Rachel's mind, see the aspects of her existence that were handed down from each parent. She could see the terror and hatred that had moulded her earlier existence in the future. She could see her love for the Richards boy… the older Richards boy whose future, like her own, had become an impossibility. There was no pity or concern in Phoenix's soul. Just an urge to reshape it, rebuild it.

“Your life as you know it is at an end, honey,” started Phoenix, slowly running both of her hands across Rachel's cheeks, down her neck, brushing her breasts as they ran down her torso. “There is a new order now… one that you will play an important part in.”

“Jean? What's happened to you? You're… different. Let me go!”

Phoenix's mouth widened into a thin, evil smile. She almost seemed to be chuckling.

“What's happened to me is irrelevant, my sweet, but you'll be finding out soon enough. There's no secret as to your role. Maybe you've heard of Nate Grey. Like you, he's a new arrival from another timeline. Like you, Jean Grey and Scott Summers are his genetic parents. However, unlike you, his powers are unstable and will quite probably kill him within months… if not weeks. That is unacceptable if the new order is take hold.”

“We've managed to find a cure for the lad,” I volunteered, standing next to Phoenix, sliding my arms around her stomach, allowing them to make fleeting contact with her incredible breasts. “He needs a release for the excess energy… a receptacle able to regularly siphon it off.”

“Maybe you've heard of the Summers Principle,” smiled Phoenix, returning to caressing Rachel's features in an almost sinister manner. “Cyclops and Havok were unable to hurt each other via the expression of their mutant energy powers due to the similarities of their genetic make-up. It just made the other stronger. The Principle has many different side effects. Computer projections indicate that you would be the best cure for Nate. Additionally, the side effects will benefit you as well.”

“We just need to prepare the boy for the method of transference,” I smirked, knowing full well how this would be achieved. “Oh… and of course, we need you to be especially receptive to that… method.”

I could see Rachel visibly gulp as I initiated a telekinetic field that slowly started to tear the fabric of Phoenix's costume, allowing her vast globes of tit-flesh to spill out, the girl's expression turning to horror as she saw similar tears appearing in her own costume.

“Relax, my daughter,” grinned Phoenix as she stepped forward, the remnants of her costume disintegrating as she did so. “For you, life is going to become an exploration of pleasure… and power.”

“Give in to the inevitable, Rachel,” I urged, allowing my erection to tent obscenely in my pants, directly in her line of sight. “Dig deep into your subconscious… let all your little demons come to the surface. It will save us the trouble of digging them out.”

By now her costume had been ripped to shreds… the fabric slowly melting into nothingness, more terror on her face as she realised just how naked and helpless she was.

“We're going to take away all your inhibitions, sweetness,” Phoenix promised, slowly unbinding Rachel and pulling her upwards, resting her head on the edge of the bed. “We're going to make you feel so good… so… loved.”

Phoenix straddled her, resting her buttocks in Rachel's lap, leaning forward, allowing her magnificent tit meat to hang invitingly in her daughter's face.

“Please… Jean… this isn't right,” Rachel gasped, eyes shut, desperate to block out the awful reality, but it wasn't enough. She could feel the tender flesh brushing against her cheek. She could feel the wiry warmth of Phoenix's pubic hair rubbing against her stomach. A tear left her eye, moistening her cheeks as she felt the liquid desire ooze from Phoenix's cunt, smearing itself on her flesh.

Phoenix began to coo softly as she slowly rotated her hips, lingering in the delicious friction of flesh upon flesh, surrendering her mind to sensation, continuing to rub her breasts across Rachel's face, letting the rapture course through her, allowing her lactating breasts to begin oozing their precious load over her daughter.

I disrobed quickly and without effort, climbing behind Phoenix as she continued smearing Rachel with her mind-numbing liquids. Grunting to myself, I pressed my painfully throbbing cock deep into the cleavage of my consort's buttocks, allowing her movements to arouse me, to thrill me, mentally willing my prick not to spit out any of its own mind-altering substances. Rachel would slowly, but surely lose her resistance, Phoenix would see to that, but to push her over the edge I would contain myself as best as I could, using the sudden blast of my orgasm to coat her pussy and forever give her the fuck lusts that would see the first phase of our plan through to completion. The torture would be exquisite – she would not be fully submissive, but once Nate had been sufficiently… motivated… her body would be primed for his.

“Suck me, Rachel. Suck Momma's titties,” Phoenix hissed, looking down to see her daughter still resisting, even though her face was covered in a thick sheen of cream, her eyes still screwed shut, her lips pursed together. “Don't resist your mother, sweetheart. Just put it in your mouth, feed from me… let nature take over.”

I was so lost in my own plundering of Phoenix's beautifully devouring asscheeks around my prick that I didn't hear Madelyne enter the room. Rather I felt the psionic connection between the two women intensify, Phoenix incredibly turned on not just by what she was doing, but also by what she was seeing through her ‘other's’ eyes. Her pace on Rachel upped considerably, and I knew that her cuntal juices were now leaking downwards into her prey's red-furred snatch. She was going to cum soon but Rachel had still not made that first all-important surrender. It was on the cards now – she could smell Phoenix's issue on her face and that factor would soon overwhelm her even if direct contact were not made. But Phoenix was going to lose it soon and I must admit that even my superhuman control was at its limits.

“Enough!” cried Madelyne, circling around the bed behind Rachel, pulling her head back savagely, whilst rubbing in the cream that coated her features.

Phoenix forced her nipple into Rachel's nostril, then hunched down hard on my cock, fireworks of orgasmic sensations flowing through the pair of us as my consort came hard, drenching Rachel's cunt with her release. My own cock finally passed the point of no return, blistering ecstasies unhinging my mind as I pulled my prick free, watching the white cream fountain over our prey's exposed pussy, the liquid running down the outer-lips and pooling at the juncture where her anus met the bed sheet. By extension, Madelyne reached climax too, her mind perfectly in tune with Phoenix's, holding on to Rachel's head for dear life as more of the tit cream shot up through her "daughter's" nostril and down her throat. Her submission was no longer relevant.

As we came down from our highs, we watched as Rachel pulled her head free from Madelyne's clutches, spluttering and coughing at the unexpected liquid injection, finally opening her eyes, fixing her gaze on the leaking teat in front of her. Like a baby, she smiled innocently, taking the nipple into her mouth and sucking hard, a look of childlike content crossing her soaked face.

Excellent. The plan proceeded exactly as I had foreseen. Now both of our Summers children would be very much open to suggestion.

(XXXV) IN BED WITH RACHEL

Nate Grey recovered a lot quicker than I would have suspected. While we had been busy entertaining his ‘sister’, his incredible mental powers were working on repairing the damage the psionic resonance had inflicted on his mind. Now he had full access to his intelligence again, but I suspected that his ‘openness’ to commands would take a long while to be righted… if it ever was again. I had maintained the link between us, deciding to stay behind physically while Phoenix and Madelyne went to join him. There was only really one thing on his mind as he awoke.

“My god… what was I drinking last night?” he cried, clutching his head, running over the events in his mind. He remembered the girl, he remembered getting sucked off, he definitely remembered the sensuous agony of easing his cock into her… but then? Nothing.

He lay naked on the bed in another of the whore bedrooms within the Hellfire Club. Stephanie watched over him with some amusement, knowing the power that she now had over the so-called ‘most powerful mutant in the world’.

Pinprick pains assaulted Nate as he opened his eyes. The room only had a dim lighting, but it was enough to cause discomfort. Within seconds he'd regained enough fortitude to make out Stephanie's presence.

“You… what did you do to me?” he asked, still off-balance, and desperately trying to clear the cobwebs in his mind.

“What… you mean apart from giving you the sex of a lifetime?” Stephanie replied sweetly, her eyes devouring Nate's naked form, even the inhibitor collar something of a turn-on for her. Despite the pain, Nate smiled at the memory.

“Yeah… apart from that.”

“I almost put you in a coma, lover,” Stephanie smiled. “And I'll do it again if you cause us any trouble… not that you're really in any position to do that right now.”

Nate's brow furrowed in pained concentration as he tried to access his gargantuan store of psionic energy… but his mind was like clay, nothing responded. Instead a swift pain in his neck alerted him to the presence of the inhibitor collar.

“Who are you?” he hissed in anger, desperately trying to get onto his feet.

Stephanie stepped back and smiled in delight as the oak door next to her opened, Phoenix and Madelyne entering the room.

“That is irrelevant,” stated Phoenix sharply, enjoying the look of shock on Nate's face as he saw the two identical women standing side-by-side. “Thank you, my dear. We can take things from here.”

Stephanie blew Nate a kiss as she left, giggling.

“Next time I'll really blow your mind,” she taunted, before turning and leaving.

“Jean… Madelyne… together! I can't believe this,” Nate exclaimed, trying to reach a sheet with which to cover his nakedness. “The two of you are blood enemies.”

“All conflict has been resolved, Nate,” Phoenix intoned without emotion.

“We are one. We co-exist,” stated Madelyne dispassionately.

“We move together, think together, love together…” Phoenix continued, her smile instantly mirrored on Madelyne's face.

“Fuck together,” finished Madelyne, a definite hunger evident in her voice now.

“Get away from me… the pair of you!” he cried, backing away.

“There is no resistance in you, Nate. Your powers have deserted you, we have seen to that. To us your mind is like a blank slate; we can fill it as we wish. Even as we speak, we are flooding your consciousness with sexual desire. We are imprinting ourselves onto you. You will need us. Once we are one, you will understand.”

Both Phoenix and Madelyne advanced upon Nate, both of them dropping to their knees simultaneously, crawling on the bed towards their prey, the same look in their eyes – a determined look of need and desire. I could sense Nate beginning to respond, his eyes locked onto both women as they both removed their flimsy gowns, revealing their full nakedness to the boy.

“W-why…? This isn't right!”

“We've found your cure, Nate. Your mutant powers will no longer consume you. You'll be free of the curse that will eventually kill you. But this comes at a price.”

He gulped visibly, trying to take in the words even as the two stunning redheads began to reach out and caress his legs, four hands sizzling with telekinetic power, his clothing shredding, melting beneath their ministrations.

“The price is this… your complete obedience. Your deference to us and our Master on all matters.”

“No… You're talking about slavery!”

“We will make you like us Nate,” Phoenix reassured him, her hand now brushing over his genitals, laughing as his clothing gave way, exposing his half-hard prick.

“We carry an evil inside of us Nate,” Madelyne whispered, her hands joining Phoenix's, stroking his scrotum, forcing a finger downwards towards his anus.

“We all carry the evil,” Phoenix continued, “All power corrupts, you should know that. Our minds are linked now. What we do now will mould your destiny.”

Nate screwed his eyes shut and tried to ignore Phoenix's words, the sensations in his mind telling him to give in to his most primal needs, his physical pleasure mounting as Phoenix continued rubbing his cock slowly, Madelyne's hands continued to melt away the remainder of his clothing.

“I… I won't… submit!” he cried, desperately attempting to fight off the sensations the women flooded him with.

“Submission is no longer the issue, darling,” Phoenix laughed. “The son of Sinister cannot deny the evil inside of him. The evil we will give to you.”

“It's just a matter of time, sweetheart,” Madelyne purred, her hands now caressing his neck. “Just a matter of time until our cancer of evil overwhelms you. Submission is irrelevant.”

“Open your mind to us, Nate. Why fight it when it can be so pleasurable?” Phoenix asked, her voice calm and reasonable. “Sex is the best conductor for this transfer. Mutual orgasm is like a super-conductor. Once we are one you will feel like a god.”

“Then you will have your cure,” finished Madelyne, leaning forward into Nate's face. “An end to the pain, to the uncertainty of your own future. Open your mind.”

Nate's gaze locked onto Madelyne's eyes, green and fierce with intent. His mouth opened slightly, issuing a low moan as he saw her part her lips, the tip of her tongue moistening them as she leaned forwards, bringing her mouth into contact with his.

“Kiss me,” she sighed as she brushed her lips across his.

Nate's resistance crumbled and he crushed his lips against Madelyne's, a flood of dark evil flowing through his mind, body and soul as the connection was made, his cock instantly jumping to erection in Phoenix's grasp. As Madelyne's tongue tentatively dug into Nate's mouth and brushed against his own, the pleasure was exponentially increased as simultaneously, Phoenix flicked her own tongue against the red, bloated head of his prick. Pleasure raced through him, with each further wave bringing an even deeper darkness surging into him. His pelvis began to shake uncontrollably, the last resistance to the evil falling off as he thrust wildly, pushing his cock deep into Phoenix's mouth, his tongue dueling with Madelyne's as her oral digit's movements were perfectly replicated by her ‘other’ on the boy's rock hard erection.

“You're wet…” Nate noted as Madelyne pulled away from him, feeling her cunt juices flowing freely over his stomach.

“Soaking, lover…” smiled Madelyne. “And through my ‘other’ I can feel your desire… your urge to spurt your cream all over us. We'll make you cum, lover. We'll make you cum again and again. We both want it. On us… in us… wherever you want. Do you want to fuck Phoenix's face? Do you want to feel her sucking your cum as you ejaculate? Do you want to smear it over her face, shoot into her hair? Do you want that? Do you want to overflow my cunt with your sperm? Fuck my ass?”

“Yes… yes… YES!”

“Then you earn it!”

Nate gasped in dismay as both women quickly pulled away from him, leaving him right on the edge of glorious orgasm. He looked down at his cock, beet red with arousal, slick with saliva, the prick jerking with every heartbeat.

“W-what…?” he cried in disbelief. “What are you doing?”

“We need to establish the ground rules, lover," Madelyne proclaimed. “We need you to know what you're doing. After all, both of us… genetically speaking… we're your mother. Is that what you are, Nate? A mother fucker?”

“Is that really what you are, Nate?” joined Phoenix. “Would you really fuck your own mother? Would you really treat her like a whore… a cum-hungry slut? That's what will happen, lover; that's what the evil will do to you. Are you truly prepared for it?”

Nate turned away in confusion and despair as the last scintilla of goodness in his soul warred with the all-consuming darkness that washed over him. He wasn't prepared and Phoenix knew it. Arms massaged his back as inwardly, Phoenix laughed at the weak child, knowing he was lost. She pressed her heaving bosom into his back, rubbing her breasts on the sensitive skin, allowing her nipples to harden at the friction.

Madelyne kneeled on the bed in front of him, pulling his face up, level with her own breasts. Nate just sighed weakly as his field of vision was taken up exclusively with the two most beautiful mammaries he'd ever seen. Twin mounds of perfectly proportioned milky flesh, each topped with pink, plump nipples – nubbins that screamed out for attention.

“You want them, Nate,” Madelyne taunted. “You want to suck them, don't you?”

“But you said… you… you're my mother,” he sobbed, tears escaping his eyes, blurring his view of the spectacular tit meat. “This can't be right.”

Madelyne linked her hands behind Nate's neck, grinning evilly as she pushed his mouth ever closer to the teat.

“On the contrary, there's nothing more natural than a mother… feeding… her young.”

She sighed in pleasure as she felt his mouth encircle her nipple, slowly, tentatively beginning to suck, opening her mind (and Phoenix's) to the sensations, allowing her milk to flow, crying out in ecstasy as jets of her tit cream shot into his mouth, her other breast spurting onto his shoulder, the issue running down his chest. Phoenix cried out simultaneously as she continued to rub her own set of breasts on Nate's back, the sympathetic feeling sending out her own jets of milk, the liquid flowing down his spine and into the crack of his ass.

On his knees, Nate continue to suckle on his mother's teat, the boy's erection sticking out, an obscene defilement of this most natural act between mother and son. A defilement compounded as Madelyne began to caress his cock with purposeful strokes, raising herself onto her knees, positioning her weeping snatch over his prick even as he continued to suckle voraciously.

White fluids dribbling from his mouth, Nate suddenly threw his head back, roaring in ecstasy as Madelyne dropped herself into his lap, her sopping cunt enveloping and devouring his cock in one sudden movement. Phoenix dove into his neck and kissed it hard, the young mutant effectively sandwiched between the two women, both working as one to intensify and re-intensify his pleasure.

Nate's eyes were screwed shut as Madelyne rose and fell onto his lap, swiveling her hips in concert, smiling in satisfaction as she felt his spastic jerks in her snatch, all control now lost, the boy now existing purely for the sensation. Animalistic grunts escaped his mouth as she fucked him, Phoenix's hands reaching around Nate's body to knead and pull on Madelyne's tits, both women squealing in pleasure as more white jets of pleasure-intensifying cream spilled out onto the boy's chest. Madelyne felt Nate's rapture increase as she ran her breasts over his torso, Phoenix doing likewise over his back, cooing as she entered his mind and gained her satisfaction for knowing what she was doing to him.

Madelyne slowed her fucking to a stop, anticipating Nate's orgasm, ready to let the boy's own convulsive fucking motions take him agonizingly over the edge.

“Come on, lover,” Madelyne urged. “Take me. Cream inside your mother's cunt. Fill me. Do it. One deep thrust and you're in heaven.”

“YES!”

Nate's buttocks responded to the commands, the one thrust causing him to howl in pleasure, Phoenix and Madelyne smiling as both experienced the sensations of tortured male orgasm taking place. Nate's journey into evil was one step nearer its inevitable conclusion as his semen blasted into Madelyne's womb, coating her cunt before escaping and dripping down her thigh.

It was an interesting sensation that clouded Nate's mind for the next hour or so. There was no coherent thought there at all – just a numb warmth of post orgasmic haze as his mind attempted to assimilate the changes that Phoenix had wrought. I feared that she had not been completely successful in her training of either Nate or Rachel…both of them should have been reduced to the level of mindless slaves after the intensive treatments that she… they… had given them. But even now, peering into Nate's mind I could still perceive doubt that what he was doing was right.

Rachel's conditioning was even less clear cut. As she lay alone in her room I could sense her fear over-riding the sexual imperatives that Phoenix had given her. She wept as she considered the future that awaited her. Concubine. Slut. Whore. Hole.

Later, Nate's mind finally brought him back into the present. Lying on the bed, he was still surrounded on all sides by the flesh of Phoenix and Madelyne Pryor, the women contemplating him silently with a look of triumph on their faces. Phoenix ran her hand through his hair, kissing his cheek. Madelyne was more craven, one hand rubbing his muscular torso, the other attempting to knead his genitals back into arousal. Looking down, he saw her masturbating hand covered in white cream. During the last hour, she had been keeping him coming, milking the sperm from his prick. He didn't feel at all drained. On the contrary, he was more full of life than ever before, his cock responding to Madelyne's touch, slowly hardening, bringing about a sly grin from his mother-lover.

“You were so beautiful just lying there,” Madelyne whispered hotly. “We're going to have so much fun together… all of us.”

Nate grunted as Madelyne upped the pace on his meat, stroking more purposefully now, sharing in the shards of desire that shot through his mind and body.

“You've got to learn to siphon off your power, honey,” Phoenix murmured into his ear. “Let it flow from your sex, give it to your lover. Use your will to penetrate their minds, use it to conquer your victims, make them your playthings. You're a god, Nate. A fucking god.”

Nate sighed and closed his eyes as Madelyne's powerful masturbation was further enhanced as the beautiful redhead dived down and began slow torturous licks of his manhood, from the scrotum via the underside of his cock to the engorged tip.

“Do you like the feeling, Nate?” questioned Phoenix earnestly. “Like the feeling of a woman sucking you? Get used to it, you'll have as many slaves as you want to pleasure you. Perhaps we should go meet the first.”

“No!” shouted Nate as Madelyne's sucking lips deserted his cock. “I need it. I want to cum in your mouth you fucking slut!”

“Shhhh,” silenced Phoenix, placing her index finger over Nate's mouth. “Save yourself for your slave, darling.”

Two faceless Hellfire Club attendants brought Rachel Summers into the room, clad only in a small robe that barely covered her breasts and pussy. Phoenix noted immediately that she was not happy, her face reddened through tears, her features downcast. She had anticipated some lack of effectiveness in her sexual domination of the girl – after all, Rachel was a blood relative and the implications of the Summers Principal here were unknown. Phoenix also sensed some small amount of resistance still inherent in Nate himself. However, his own primal urges to fuck were far more powerful than Rachel's own lesbian tendencies that Phoenix had brought to the surface. Nature was on her side in Nate's case… and to be honest, it didn't matter how Rachel resisted – the girl would not stand a chance against the combined talents of all three of them.

“She's… stunning,” breathed Nate as he caught sight of Rachel, admiring her long red hair, her perfectly proportioned athletic figure.

“Allow me to introduce Rachel Summers,” Phoenix stated, moving behind the girl and forcing her onto the bed as Madelyne toyed with Nate's prick, returning to stroking it purposefully. “She's your cure… a mutant able to absorb your fantastic powers… the same powers that are killing you.”

Nate stared into Rachel's eyes, so similar to Phoenix's. A new urgency shot through his prick as he sensed his desire for her. He knew immediately that Phoenix was telling the truth, that this girl would be able to ‘cure’ him… but there was more to it than that. She looked frightened, fearful of Nate's presence. And I could sense that the boy found that even more tantalising. His mind raced with images – his cock pouring cum into her snatch, her asshole stretching to accommodate his cock as he fucked it into her, her screams for mercy going unheeded. He longed to fuck her senseless, to force her orgasm from her, to make her his slave.

“For god's sake, Nate,” whispered Rachel, looking up to challenge Nate's stare. “Don't listen to them… they've been changed. You can't trust them. They just want to use you.”

Madelyne straightened up, removing Nate's inhibitor collar from around his neck.

“Trust me, it's a lot more fun when they resist,” she sighed, massaging his shoulders. “You can smell the bitch's fear, can't you? We can be in her mind together, lover. We can experience the breaking point together, where her mind snaps, her sensibilities giving way to fuck lust, where nothing has any meaning, save her desire to service you with her mind and body… like a good slave should.”

Nate rose up onto his knees and moved towards Rachel, a look of determination on his face. His cock pointed forwards obscenely, the tip dripping precum, the shaft slick with Madelyne's saliva. Phoenix reached around Rachel's body and began to cup and knead her breasts through the thin material of the robe.

“You won't believe how hot she is once she's been properly… motivated,” Phoenix assured him, smiling evilly.  Her cunt almost… floods… when she comes. You should have seen the three of us together, lover. We were on fire.”

Nate looked into Rachel's eyes, the pair of them now inches apart. His hands moved upwards, each grabbing a lapel, slowly drawing them apart, pulling the robe away from Rachel's silky flesh. He looked down and smiled at her exposed tits. Nate's eye flashed with power as he sensed his phenomenal mutant powers mass in his body, pooling in his cock, yearning to be expelled into the body of this beautiful young girl.

“You can't do this, Nate,” Rachel sobbed, tears springing from the corners of her eyes. “I'm your sister… it's not right.”

“And Phoenix is my mother… and the best fuck I ever had,” spat Nate in contempt. “I have the power to make you my slave, Rachel. You know that, don't you? I can make you want it… or I can just rape the shit out of you.”

His hands shot up to her tits, pulling on them hard, the young mutant smiling at her pain. He crushed his torso against hers, rubbing his cock against her as it spilt some its massive load onto her, his mouth forcing itself onto hers, Nate savouring her resistance as she fought to escape his questing tongue. He felt Madelyne's hands on his buttocks, caressing them softly, driving new urgency into him. He found himself moving his cock to the entrance of Rachel's womanhood, his slick cock easily nudging inside thanks to Madelyne's saliva and his own flowing juices.

The last tiny aspect of goodness in Nate's soul finally deserted him as the boy thrilled to the cries of his new slave as she was penetrated and raped. The feel of Madelyne kissing his neck and rubbing her breasts against his back was the final straw and he pushed hard into Rachel, his mouth seeking out her neck where he bit into her savagely.

He could feel ‘the cure’ working as he drove into her, the power flooding from his body to hers with each ecstatic surge. He learned to control its release, shaping it into energies that served to arouse Rachel's abused flesh, forcing her to experience pleasure against her will, knowing that his power was changing her, making her dependant on it on order to feel the incredible rush of pleasure that flowed through her as he fucked her hard. All the while Phoenix and Madelyne urged him onwards.

“Fuck the slut!”

“Make the bitch cum!”

“Cream in her fucking snatch.”

“Make her fucking want it!”

“Harder!”

“Faster!”

Rachel could see the look of evil in Nate's eye, his mutant powers gathering, ready to surge, ready to burst into her as he journeyed down the road to his inevitable release. Her body betrayed her, each thrust into her soaking cunt sending more pleasure shooting through her mind. She knew she was beaten, her flesh responding to the frictions blasting through her snatch as Nate took her roughly, her raptures intensifying as Phoenix's hands sought out her most sensitive areas, stroking her breasts expertly, massaging her clitoris. Nate's grunts gave way to sadistic laughter as he felt Rachel tighten in pre-orgasmic tension, her breath ragged as she rose to her physical crescendo, cries of pleasure ripped from her mouth.

She could feel her mind being penetrated – an almost phallic presence lurching into her head as Nate took her mentally as well, her spirit surrendering to the psychic thrusts. She sensed laughter – the dual taunts of Phoenix and Madelyne who lurked in her mind as she finally surrendered, her body shuddering in orgasmic release as she came hard over Nate's cock, her cunt gushing in response, her ecstasy heightening as Phoenix roughly stroked her clit.

“Cum for me, you fucking whore!” screamed Nate, pushing into her as far as he could, the savage thrust taking him over the edge, searing hot cum blasting from his prick as he orgasmed, his mental phallus ‘ejaculating’ pure, distilled evil into Rachel's mind.

The pair of them slumped onto the bed, temporarily sated, their first incestuous fuck over. Nate sighed in contentment as though a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. The plan had worked – the mutant energies that threatened to consume him were gone… for the time being. Rachel had absorbed it all.

“Poor boy,” sighed Phoenix. “You never stood a chance against us, did you? You were a creation of Mr Sinister. Biologically you are mine, but mentally you are Sinister's son… a product of evil. That's why it was so easy to seduce you… why you didn't need too much convincing to fuck your 'sister'…and what a moving sight it was. Rachel was the product between the loving union of Jean Grey and Scott Summers. To see you violate that was simply… wonderful.”

Nate seemed to regain some of his strength, the mutant power once again flooding through his body. Groggily he turned to face Phoenix.

“I… I ain't done yet… I can feel it rise within me… still.”

“Of course… don't worry. We've barely begun.”

He smiled evilly as Madelyne reached down and turned Rachel onto her stomach, her hands running down the girl's perspiring flesh, cupping her buttocks. A large gob of saliva drooled from her mouth, disappearing into Rachel's ass cleavage.

“She can take it all, lover,” reassured Phoenix, leaning over to stroke his erection into full-blooded attention. “She's your concubine, your whore, your slave.”

Madelyne smiled at Nate as he turned back to Rachel's moaning body, the boy looking at her rump as his 'mother' parted her ass cheeks and sent another string of saliva down onto her puckered anus, following up by rimming the small orifice with her finger, before easing into her asshole. A gasp of pain escaped Rachel's mouth as Madelyne pushed it knuckle deep, slowly starting a thrusting motion. When she pulled out, Nate noted that the previously tight-shut hole was now open slightly, her cheeks still held apart by Madelyne's massaging hands.

Phoenix leaned over and spat heavily into Rachel's anus, all three of them watching with curiosity as they watched the saliva slowly ooze into her rectum.

“She'll need a little more lube before you… sodomise her,” advised Phoenix, pulling Nate closer, satisfied as she saw the boy take his cue, sending his own spit deep into her asshole. “Good… now you know what to do.”

“Yessss…” he hissed, drawing his cock up to the proffered hole, allowing its dribbling precum to add further to Rachel's rectal lubrication. “Let's see how this feels, whore!”

He guided his cockhead into the hole, smothering it with the fluids before slowly, very slowly, pushing it into her.

“The first inch is always the most painful, darling,” Madelyne whispered into Rachel's ear as she screamed in pain at the horrible intrusion on her most intimate orifice.

Nate slowed his penetration, and I could sense him doing so in order to drag out his slave's agony as much as possible. He grinned as he slid himself into her, Phoenix reaching over to french kiss him deeply, a long kiss that lasted until Nate was filling Rachel to the hilt. Then, without any mercy, he began to fuck her brutally, her cries of pain at each intrusion finally giving way to small sobs and then to whimpers of pleasure as Nate's mutant powers began to flood into her, turning the pain into pleasure.

Madelyne pulled Rachel's face from the bed and studied her red face, stained with tears, her eyes screwed tightly shut, her mouth open, small moans issuing from it as once again her body betrayed her, more of the dark evil forcing its way into her soul.

“Look at me, slave!” Madelyne demanded.

Rachel's eyes opened just in time to see her tormentor spit in her face. She shuddered as she saw Madelyne rise to her knees, opening them and pushing her face towards the red-haired juicy cunt in front of her.

“Pleasure me,” she commanded, cooing in pleasure as Rachel was compelled to obey, her tongue reaching out to burrow deeply into Madelyne's cuntal treasures.

I knew that the job was done now and mentally left the scene, knowing that this crucial part of the agenda was now complete. Later, Phoenix proudly told me of how Rachel had finally broken, how she had willingly taken Nate into her mouth and sucked him dry, even whilst Phoenix tongued her snatch and Madelyne had sucked the fresh male seed from her ass. Her ultimate acquiescence had come when Nate was finally sated, his ejaculate oozing from each of her orifices. All three of them had stood over Rachel, sending warm jets of piss flying over her body, the girl screaming for more as her body was saturated.

Later I flicked on the shower monitor. Rachel had been ordered to clean herself up, but even now I could see her lying face down in the steamy room, water cleansing her skin even as her body was being ravaged anew by the whores of the establishment. Psylocke and Storm both pleasuring themselves on her, as a circle of my prostitutes looked on.

Welcome to the Hellfire Club, Rachel.

End of Book Six

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