SUBMISSION AGENDA 02:

THE X-MEN NO MORE

by Pegasus
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Cyclops is dead. Jean Grey no longer exists, the Dark Phoenix taking her place. The heart and soul of the X-Men have been torn from the planet’s foremost mutant team. The remaining members are scattering as Miles ruthlessly tears the team apart, striking through the team’s telepaths, then using the other members to begin an audacious scheme to bring down the Hellfire Club. All the time, the scope and power of Miles’ abilities begins to grow exponentially.

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(IX) SILVER SABLE'S PAYMENT

The following day was the first time I truly saw the radical mental changes that my consort had experienced following the transformation. When I told my Phoenix of Silver Sable’s arrival in the building, I immediately detected a return of the malevolent spirit that excited me so much. In her eyes, I could see the lust for vengeance, the yearning to make the Symkarian mercenary pay for the days of pain she had just inflicted upon the old Jean Grey.

In the monitor room, I sat in the main chair, watching as the receptionist showed Sable in, along with six of her Wild Pack agents. At the sight of seven of her tormentors in the same room, my Dark Phoenix purred with delight. She straddled me and pulled my face away from the monitor, kissing me deeply, her tongue searching out mine. Telekinesis unzipped the front of her new jumpsuit, and her cleavage popped out to rub against my naked chest as she continued frenching me.

“Time to show you what this girl can do,” she whispered, pulling away from my lips, starting to chuckle. “Watch the monitor.”

Phoenix closed her eyes, continuing to rub her body against me, but I realised that this was just an instinctual physical response. Her mind was elsewhere, those incredible mental powers about to be brought to bear in an act of pure sexual evil.

Looking to the monitor, at first I didn’t see much going on of interest. Silver Sable had taken a seat on a central couch, the other Wild Pack agents standing idly around, waiting for my appearance. Then I noticed Sable start to move uncomfortably in her chair, adjusting her clothing. Since this meeting was a business arrangement, she had forsaken her silver costume, opting instead for a gleaming white power suit, replete with short skirt and white stockings. In the business arena, I figured, she enjoyed using her beautiful features, prominent breasts and toned body to gain advantage over her male associates.

But now she was not happy, and through my link with the Phoenix I realised why. She was experiencing a vast increase in her hormone production, a sexual need that she had always managed to control throughout her life… until now. Her hands moved up to her breasts, and she anxiously tried to cover the tingling of her breasts and the resultant erect nipples. Then I felt Phoenix’s astral self reach into her body, into her cunt, beginning a massage that made Sable gasp in lust.

All at once, the Wild Pack members took notice of the erotic tableau before them, their employer now squirming in her seat, eyes shut, head tossing from side to side, one hand try to squeeze both tits, the other rammed up her skirt, fingers clawing away at her panties.

I sensed Phoenix’s astral self emit a wave of pure sexual energy that swept out from Sable’s location and covered the rest of the Wild Pack in its wake. I felt the need myself, a hugely strong boost to my libido that could not be ignored. My erect cock rubbed against the crotch of Jean’s jumpsuit as I dry-humped against her, my hands pulling down the zip of the suit until her tits sprung fully into my face. I buried my face into her cleavage, boosting the mental link between us so that what Phoenix saw, I too witnessed.

All at once, Sable became aware of six men circling her couch, each of them pulling out their cocks in a frenzy of lust – a sexual grip that my Phoenix had instigated. I felt her triumph as we both saw the fear cross Sable’s face. All at once, her stopped kneading her tits and with a supreme force of will pulled the fingers from her cunt.

There were no words – only action – as one man pushed her down horizontally on the wide leather couch, forcing himself between her stockinged legs, pushing her skirt up then ripping her panties off in one motion. I felt Phoenix thrill when, with a sudden thrust, Silver’s shaven, sopping cunt was impaled on her mercenary’s cock and she screamed in resistance, anxious to evade the rape, failing abysmally. Sable cried out in both shame and pleasure, her hips swivelling to bring the prick deeply inside of her, to touch the right spots.

Then another cock presented itself to Sable’s face; hands appeared to force her mouth open and the erect tool slipped in. This man was standing behind her, his scrotum rubbing on her nose as he pulled her head back for a better angle, before continuing the violation of her mouth.

I felt Phoenix’s sadistic joy and joined with it as we watched Sable struggle beneath the spit-roasting she was receiving. I realised then that the men were just my Phoenix’s puppets, each of them tools of the sexual torture she was using on her hated enemy. Like my lover, I felt no pity; I understood that my dark consort had not even begun to be satisfied by Sable’s debasement.

I became dimly aware of a sudden telekinetic explosion in front of my physical form. Phoenix’s clothing literally disintegrated, followed immediately by the delicious, unmistakable ecstatic feeling of my lover’s cunt enveloping my cock. At the same time, her dribbling tits wiped across my face and my mouth sought out her luscious nipples, anxious to resume the feasting… but then I moved back into Phoenix’s mind, wondering just what horrendous perversions I would thrill to next.

I saw a third set of hands rip open Sable’s white blouse, then another man sat on her stomach, even as her mouth and cunt continued to be ravaged. After her bra was savagely removed, I saw the inevitable erect cock disappear into Sable’s cleavage, a third thrusting member joining the brutal molestation of her body.

In my mind’s eye, I watched the largely transparent figure of Dark Phoenix’s astral form walk over and lean down to whisper in Sable’s ear.

*Whore… slut… suck it, whore! Yessss… do it, suck it, isn’t it good? Use your tongue on the tip like the cheap hooker you are!*

Amazingly, Sable responded to my lover’s mental commands, attacking the cock in her mouth with a suction that made the man humping into her hiss and gasp with pleasure, before he pulled out quickly and rained his cum down on her mouth and cheeks, Sable’s face alive with passion and need as she tilted herself to receive the full load on her features. He wiped his still-leaking member in her silver mane before being replaced by another lust-crazed Wild Pack operative.

Phoenix stood over her, smiling evilly, arms crossed as she saw Sable reach up for the new cock and guide it into her lips, delivering the accomplished oral pleasuring to the fresh prick that had previously been reserved only for her most cherished, aristocratic Symkarian lovers.

Still unsatisfied, Phoenix walked over to her midriff, reaching down to tickle Sable’s clit with her right hand as her left passed through her tits, suffusing them with an even greater degree of sexual pleasure. Silver’s hands moved to the man savagely tit-fucking her, then she tickled and caressed the underside of his scrotum, moaning as she felt the quickly resultant jets of cum cover her breasts. Simultaneously, the man fucking her cunt screamed in release, pulling out and covering her pussy with his cream, before pulling her buttocks apart and coating her anus with his last cum-spurts.

Phoenix’s astral form moved to the foot of the couch and I felt an insane urge of lust coarse through me as I saw her energy-imparting hands disappear into Sable’s buttocks, then tease the rosette of her sphincter. My lover turned to face Sable as she did this.

*Fuck my ass… fuck my ass…*

A new cock appeared at Sable’s cunt, burrowing its way in to her; suddenly, she twisted herself over, humping viciously at her new rapist, continuing to orally service the dick lodged deep in her throat, which she blew with an expertise that I found most impressive.

I saw my consort look greedily down at Sable’s ass, the cheeks held wide open by the formerly ice-cold European mercenary herself. A look of base depravity crossed her face when a cock appeared at the jism-covered anus, nudging itself into her. Sable moaned in sexual delight as she felt both her nether orifices crammed full of prick. Her body became a blur of fucking motion and I lost myself in its beauty. I could see the skilled tonguing and suction of a professionally delivered blow job, I watched an obscene swaying of the hips that would be heaven to both the men jammed into her body, and all the while I saw the dripping spunk of sated lovers falling from her tits, cunt and face.

The Dark Phoenix’s astral form rejoined with mine and my mind was on fire from the added sexual power of my lover. I drank in her evil, enjoyed the sheer sadistic revelry to be had from her own perceptions of Sable’s sexual suffering and the felt a vast swelling of orgasmic power begin to emanate from my loins. She smiled at me, feeling the same thing.

*Time for the big finale…*

Sable controlled her gag reflex well as she felt the most powerful male orgasm she’d ever experienced fill her mouth. She pulled the cock from her skilled orifice and jacked on it as seed covered her face, more dripping from her slack mouth. Then, simultaneously, she came hard as the pricks inside her cunt and ass roared their own orgasms into her, filling her, overflowing from each hole. The men she’d drained fell back, an unearthly expression of release and exhaustion on their faces, but the first three cocks that had fucked her were back again, as hard as steel, each one being jerked frenziedly by their owners.

Silver Sable stood up, pushed one prick into her cum-soaked cleavage, and rubbed another over her face before she devoured it. The last man came from behind her and fucked her ferociously in the cunt, his thrusts attempting to gain friction in the slippery domain of her pussy. The men all screamed in physical release as Sable got to work on them, making them coat her inside and out with another orgasmic flood.

As I saw the men slump back and the mighty Silver Sable seek out more cum to eat and rub over herself, I felt my dark consort bring us back into the physical plane in the monitor room.

Mere shreds of her clothing remained on her body as we fucked, our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, her hips circling around, her cunt clenching spasmodically around my thrusting, lunging strokes. My torso was drenched in her milk and I noticed her perfect breasts covered in bite marks and bruises, her nipples like torpedoes as they spewed more of their precious load all over me. I was beyond orgasm, and yet I had not truly cum. We could have continued like this forever, two people locked in a sexual cycle that might never end… until she said two words: "Take me."

My vision blurred as the sexual thrill increased further taking me to the edge of madness as I reached a plateau of raw carnal ecstasy I had never experienced before. Just as I felt my mind begin to buckle, the release hit me and I almost literally blasted into my Dark Phoenix, feeling, hearing her scream as the cream I had bound her to finally hit home and she flopped over me like a puppet, the strings cut.

(X) STORM'S PRYDE BETRAYED

Phoenix had very specific plans for the enslavement of Ororo Munroe, the X-Men’s weather witch, and in order to test her bonding with me, I allowed her full rein in taking control of the beautiful African goddess. Ororo had been her very greatest friend – they shared a love that was deeper than that she felt for her own baby sister. I didn’t know whether to worry for myself… or for Storm.

The being that had once been Jean Grey had transformed under my cock, becoming an entity that I could only call the Dark Phoenix. I noted that she despised being called Jean now – that part of her personality dead and buried with her X-Man husband. How would she treat her old friend? Would she take her as a lover or put her malevolence to use the way she had in subjugating Silver Sable to our will? The power of Phoenix’s ruthlessness had been plain to see… Sable herself had been fucked out of her mind and the six Wild Pack rapists had experienced orgasms so intense, they’d retreated into comas and then into death – just like Cyclops had under my sister’s power.

Phoenix had arranged for Excalibur’s Kitty Pryde to visit, my consort claiming that the girl was instrumental in her scheme for Storm’s seduction into our dark world.

“I won’t use my powers on Ororo,” she had claimed. “I’m going to blackmail her into tasting me… after I’ve betrayed her love for me in the most obscene way possible.”

She had laughed then, a near insane-sounding mocking laughter… I knew then that Ororo Munroe was in for a bad time at the hands of her best friend, and a part of me – a small part of me, it must be said – began to wonder just what I had created.

Phoenix brought Pryde to me in a near-catatonic state, my dark lover stating that she had muted her mind until she was needed. All such doubts about my consort temporarily left my mind as I looked at our new prey. The girl intrigued me. She must have been about the same age as me and yet I considered her a child, knowing to the touch that she was a virgin, a fact that in itself aroused me. She was a gorgeous creature, finely toned body, fair-sized breasts, cute face. Phoenix noted the swelling of my cock as I ran my hands over Kitty’s titties, the unmistakable firmness of still-budding breasts…

“Leave her be lover,” she sighed. “Storm will do anything to stop you molesting this sweet creature… and once she’s given herself to me, she can watch as Pryde becomes a woman at your hands… a woman enslaved to your gorgeous cock.”

My Dark Phoenix moved behind Pryde and started massaging her temples, reaching out into her mind using her formidable psychic capabilities, coaxing her young mutant charge back into consciousness.

“Storm will be here in a moment… this has to be done properly. Take out your cock,” she breathed, eyes locked onto my member as I did her bidding.

It was the first thing that Kitty Pryde saw when she awoke. She began to scream, causing Phoenix to instantly cover her mouth with one of her hands, her telepathic powers then sedating the girl with ease.

“Kitty, it’s me… Phoenix,” she purred with her honey-voice, softly into the girl’s ear.

“Jean? Wh…where am I?” I could sense the confusion and pain… Kitty Pryde knew something was terribly wrong.

“Yes, it’s me, Kitten… I want you to relax… relax…”

I noticed the girl become heavy-lidded almost immediately as Dark Phoenix massaged her temples, caressing her hair, feeding her telepathic power into the defenceless girl, a smile of sexual superiority plastered over those perfect features. I realised that her mental awareness was now inside Kitty’s mind, the young girl’s eyes locked on my burgeoning prick. When Kitty spoke, Phoenix mouthed the words behind her.

“I… I’ve never… seen a man’s penis before… It’s so big… so hard… I want… I…”

Suddenly she screamed “NO!” and the smile on Phoenix’s face widened as she bore down with more telepathic power.

“I need to touch it,” Kitty whispered. “I want to know how it feels… in my hand… in my… my… mouth… in my… pussy.”

I can sense a girl in heat and I knew that Phoenix was channelling her powers and fuck lust into the girl, a virgin who didn’t know how best to act upon those feelings. Phoenix smiled at me as I began to masturbate inches away from Kitty’s face.

“See that Kitty?” my angel of sexual evil murmured. “That’s going to be inside you. It’ll make you a woman… a real woman. But you’ve got to do as I say… don’t touch it until I tell you. We’re going to make you feel very good.”

Kitty Pryde leaned forward to get closer to my cock, eyes locked on my fisting hand as I jerked myself off slowly. There was no danger of me cumming too soon, I controlled myself, storing up the sperm as my testes pumped it out at a prolific rate. I chuckled to myself… Kitty’s deflowering was going to be a very wet affair.

The door opened and I noticed that Kitty was completely entranced, her gaze never faltering from my prick. I saw drool escape from the edge of her mouth and smiled to myself. Looking around, I saw Emma lead in a blindfolded, bound Storm, dressed in a simple colourful floral dress.

“Hi there, Ororo,” Phoenix lightly greeting her old friend.

“Jean? Is that you? What is happening here?” Storm sounded confident and powerful, despite her current bondage.

Phoenix sat her down in a chair facing Kitty and I, standing behind her as she removed the blindfold.

“Welcome to Hell, my sister.”

I didn’t look at Storm, but I could hear her gasp of horror as she surveyed the scene in front of her.

“Jean! What are doing! Stop this at once!”

"Oh, Ororo… you don’t understand do you? I’m not Jean… not any more. That man there has changed me… I’m Phoenix, now and forever, a creature dedicated to my lover and my lusts…and together we’re going to make you suffer.” Again that laugh. Subconsciously I began jerking myself quicker, realising the full evil of my consort’s mind.

Phoenix leaned over her friend, unbuttoning her dress from behind then slipping a hand around to cup Ororo’s left tit. I could see the outline of her hand massage the large gland, before I witnessed the savage twisting of her nipple, causing Storm to gasp out loud in pain.

“Hmmmmm…. Just as good as I knew they’d feel,” she sighed, drinking in Storm’s new fear as she realised the terrible situation she was in.

“Here’s the deal, Storm,” Phoenix stated, a new seriousness to her voice. “I’m going to untie you and you’re going to follow my every order, surrendering your body to me and pleasuring me as I command… an experience I guarantee you’ll love.”

Storm shuddered as she heard these words come from the mouth of her best friend. “And if I refuse?”

The woman who had once been Jean Grey chuckled to herself before replying.

“First of all, I’ll make Kitty remove her clothing. Then she touches his cock… then she smells it, tastes it, jacks it off, sucks it… makes it cum all over her face and tits. I think you can guess what happens after that, my dear.”

I heard another gasp and returned my gaze to the two women. Both of Storm’s breasts were now being molested and the self-same smile of sexual superiority played over Phoenix’s face… then she thrust her mouth into Ororo’s neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive area. I watched with satisfaction as Storm arched her back to her ministrations and I knew her to be wet.

“Submit to me, Ororo, and I will make you feel so… fucking… good…”

Then suddenly, Storm strained at her bonds and screamed “NO…!”

Dark Phoenix stood and walked in front of her, ripping off the gold sash of her costume and pulling the invisible fastener of her costume down, exposing her colossal breasts to Ororo’s stunned gaze.

“Are you sure, Ororo? I know you’ve always desired me – I’m a telepath, remember?”

“I’ll… never… submit…!”

My erection grew even bigger, even harder as I anticipated what would come next. Phoenix returned to her position behind the young girl and whispered in her ear. Automatically, Kitty pulled off her mini-skirt, and began tugging on her leotard, until her girlish tits sprung free. Although nowhere near as large as the sizeable charms of the women in the room with her, they were as beautiful as I imagined they would be, perfectly shaped, with fat, erect nipples standing to at the crown of each.

I watched the shocked gaze on Storm’s face as tentatively her hands came forward to touch and investigate the feeling of my prick. As contact was made, I felt an incredible charge of energy pulse through me. Her cautious grip on my cock felt like heaven and I saw her tongue leave her mouth, obviously curious about the taste and texture of my pole. It took all my self-restraint to stay in my seat, stopping myself from leaping up, pinning her down onto the ground and savagely ridding her of her maidenhood.

I could hear Storm saying the word “no” again and again, sometimes loudly, sometimes under her breath as she witnessed her beloved Kitty clumsily explore her first cock. She was getting more confident now, mimicking my previous masturbation technique, adapting her style to please me as I moaned to her more exciting strokes. I groaned and a blob of my clear precum oozed from the swollen head of my cock.

The heavenly sight of Kitty’s head descending to taste my cock nectar was cut short when Storm cried, “I’ll do it!”

At a telepathic prompting from Phoenix, Kitty withdrew, her drool escaping her mouth and landing on my scrotum, causing a sustained jet of clear juice to spring from my cock in response. It flowed down the side of my exquisitely tortured tool as the virgin backed off, her eyes still anchored on my prick.

At Phoenix’s telekinetic bidding, Storm’s bindings fell away and she stood facing my lover, her face looking down toward the floor, her dress ripping under telekinetic duress.

“Look at me, Storm,” Dark Phoenix challenged, lifting Ororo’s face with her gloved hands. “Am I not the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen?”

I felt myself become even hornier as I saw tears fall from Storm’s incredible sky-blue eyes, before she nodded slowly and moved her face closer to her new mistress’. I saw Ororo open her mouth uncertainly and lean even closer… and once contact was made with Phoenix’s incredible pout, I saw my lover seemingly devour poor Storm with passion, thrusting her tongue into the wind-rider’s mouth, exploring, ravaging, taking.

I kept my cock away from all physical sensation as I watched what happened next. The mere sight brought me to the brink of climax, such was the erotic power of my lover taking possession of a new slave. Phoenix leaned back in a chair, allowing Storm to pull off her costume, fully exposing the incredible body that I had sculpted through the sheer power of my lust. Her breasts seemed even larger than usual, the nipples like inch-long torpedoes.

As Storm kissed up her thighs and over her stomach, Phoenix murmured, "My precious Ororo… so sweet… so sexy… my breasts are so heavy for you. Touch them… caress them… love them…"

The sight of the stunning black woman licking at my Phoenix’s breasts seemed almost too much for me. Phoenix faced me, a look of sexual contentment on her face as Ororo massaged her vast, firm mammaries, an act I knew to be tantamount to masturbation when dealing with my consort.

“Suck me…” she urged. “Drink from me”

Ororo Munroe’s life changed for good as the chemical addiction to our unearthly powers kicked in. She nursed on Dark Phoenix’s tits, pulling, sucking and coaxing the milk from them. My lover squirmed, moaned and cried out in ecstasy as Storm continued stroking and caressing her until I saw her tit rise, stiffen then spew out milk-cum all over Ororo’s face and chest. She forced her to the other breast and the process repeated itself. This time the brown-skinned X-Man desperately tried to take it all in her mouth, but the volume was far too great. As the final spurts covered her face and shot into her hair, excess ejaculate sprung from her mouth and collected on her chin, dripping down to join the rest on her breasts.

For the final submission, the Dark Phoenix turned Storm to face Kitty and I, and with a telepathic prod, Kitty moved forward and began licking the precum from my cock, teasing me ever closer to orgasm.

I saw Ororo start to cry again, to begin a protest, but Phoenix’s attention was locked on Kitty’s mouth and my cock, and she effectively silenced her new toy by smearing her cum on her fingers then pushing them into Storm’s slack mouth.

Experimentally, Kitty took the head of my penis into her mouth and hummed her appreciation at the taste as she licked the precum from the source, my now hypersensitive slit. I could take no more of this virgin torture and pushed her head down viciously, savagely humping into her mouth as she choked around my cock. I finally pushed myself over the edge and the torrent of spunk sprung into her mouth, then intensified as I pulled her mouth from my cock, her teeth grazing the head, bringing forth even more white goo to spurt over her face, hair and tits. I grinned as I witnessed the terror and revulsion in her face, wiping my cock across her lips, satisfied as a tiny spurt of my cream disappeared up her nostril.

Still dripping cum, I lifted Kitty and threw her on the couch next to Ororo, her lovely sopping wet teenage breasts rubbing against Storm’s thighs. I didn’t care about any pain the young girl felt – I just thrust my tortured cock deep into her snatch, feeling her hymen stretch and break as I ploughed into her. Before I gave Kitty Pryde’s tight young pussy its first feeling of cum, I pulled out and made Storm lick off the girl’s virgin blood from my cock, even as my cream pulsed over her face. I returned to Kitty’s tight young cunt, ramming into it as hard as I could, bringing forth a scream of pleasure-pain from my new teenage slut.

The sensations broke through her mental conditioning and she looked up imploring at the greatest mother figure of her young life. "Please, Ororo, help me… I can’t…"

Kitty gasped as I reached around and grabbed two handfuls of her delicious tit flesh, using the resilient mounds almost as handles as I pushed further into her.

Phoenix’s hands were all over Storm’s pendulous breasts, kneading, teasing and rubbing her ejaculate into her new possession, binding euphoric feelings of sexual pleasure to the sight of a young virgin being roughly taken. She almost peaked when her mistress dived into the nape of her neck, planting kisses there and over her shoulders as the breast massage continued. Her eyes closed, giving in to the rapturous pleasures being forced upon her.

“Storm! Please!”

In response, the white-haired mutant, previously so reserved and conservative, merely spread her legs wide, exposing her hairless cunt, glistening in arousal, clitoris unhooded, prominent and erect. I forced Kitty forward, pushing her head into the juncture of Storm’s legs, continuing the pounding of her pussy, leaking cream down her silky thighs, giving her the ultimate taste for cock that would never diminish.

“Suck her cunt,” I urged through clenched teeth.

“Uh-huh… lick it Kitty,” Phoenix ordered, turning to face Ororo, blowing softly into her ear, rubbing her breasts over Storm’s back, driving her even more wild with sexual desire.

I was on the brink of total climax, my testicles bringing forth the cream that would forever bind Katherine Pryde to her baser desires, and this was the defining moment of her sexual existence.

Storm looked down on Kitty, her face inches away from her weeping snatch, and smiled that wanton grin of sexual debasement, pushing her cherished Kitten’s face into contact with her cunt.

When Storm uttered the words, “Suck it, Kitten,” I knew that the deflowered virgin began to lap at Ororo’s clit in defeat and I could finally release the stored reserves of submissive cream that shook my new slave and myself to the core of sexual ecstasy. Kitty screamed into the cunt she licked so well, orgasm shaking through her. Ororo rode the wave of climax nearly simultaneously – jamming her young pussy-licker’s face deep between her thighs, not releasing her until the last dregs of pleasure were sought out and enjoyed.

(XI) SECRETS OF PSYLOCKE'S PSYCHE

In the days that followed we kept a close look on Xavier’s mansion, even witnessing the final meeting of the badly depleted X-Men via our hack into the Cerebro system. The team had begun to realise that they were being systematically eliminated, and Storm’s disappearance was the last straw for a team whose main membership now consisted only of Bishop, Wolverine, Rogue and Psylocke. They had decided to part ways, the thinking being that they would stand a better chance of survival if they disappeared and went underground, keeping out of the world of costumed adventuring, at least for a while. Their associates and former members were contacted and advised that they could be targeted, and should maintain a low profile. Of course, with a telepath as powerful as Phoenix, and a Cerebro hook-up, finding any of them would be no problem.

I was not surprised when Elisabeth Braddock did not immediately follow her team-mates into hiding. I envisaged two reasons behind this. The first was Psylocke’s never-say-die spirit, the ninja code that prevented her from backing down from an adversary. The second was probably the more powerful inducement – the need to be dominated sexually that repeated dreamscape rapes had given her a taste for. I had developed a similar taste for meting them out, but the thought of taking her physical form and breaking her mind for good excited me a great deal. I guessed it excited her too. She was staying. She was waiting. Waiting for me.

Connected directly with Cerebro via Phoenix and her psi-link, it was simplicity itself for me to breach Xavier’s mansion security and infiltrate the Danger Room, moments before Psylocke began one of her workouts. With my thoughts alone, I shaped the holographic environment using the Phoenix conduit, creating a lush and verdant junglescape, thickly forested, alive with wildlife and exotic plants.

I did not have to wait long before my prey arrived. Psylocke was beautiful in the flesh, even with her uniform on. I could see the firmness of every part of her body, the perfectly athletic physical specimen, offset by her large breasts and purple hair. Her eyes stared out into the undergrowth, seeking me out, her approach stealthy and almost totally silent.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she stated calmly. “I knew you would come for me.”

She stopped searching, folded her arms, and waited. Intrigued that she should end the game so soon, I walked out to meet her. I expected defiance, even an attack, but I detected nothing from her, merely an acceptance of the inevitable. She gazed at me, looking at me from top to bottom, an expression of interest on those chiselled Asian features.

“You can rape me ten thousand times, but I’ll never be yours,” she murmured, eyes locked on mine.

“I have a talent for using base emotions against my prey,” I replied. “There’s no doubt that I will make them overwhelm you, Psylocke.”

“I have complete physical control of my body. It doesn’t matter how you touch me, I will not submit.”

The undergrowth around her started to take form, to become alive… vines shot out from the leafy canopy above and imprisoned her arms and legs, while a huge wooden X shape began to rise from the ground behind her. In mere moments she was securely fastened to it, spread-eagled and in a horizontal position, ready for my pleasure.

“Complete mental control of the Danger Room,” she marvelled, raising an eyebrow. “Most impressive. Maybe this will be a challenge after all.”

I smirked at her impertinence and advanced on her bound form, producing a large, ugly-looking knife.

“Oh it’s going to be challenging all right, my dear,” I promised her, cutting open the top of her blue uniform, allowing her vast cleavage to pop out in front of my eyes, before ripping the rest of her top open with my bare hands. I looked hungrily at her breasts. Unbelievably, despite her athletic frame, they were even larger than Phoenix’s, capped with tiny pink nipples. I resisted the temptation to take them into my mouth and continued cutting her uniform off, until at last her tiny pussy was revealed, topped with a trimmed purple bush of hair. Very cute.

I disrobed quickly, my erection springing free, pointing straight towards Psylocke’s inviting cunt.

“Everyone has a mental weakness,” I told her. “A simple flaw which can be physically taken advantage of… tell me Psylocke, what was life like as the Mandarin’s whore?”

Betsy Braddock’s veneer of confidence suddenly began to look visibly shaken.

“You see, Betsy, I’ve read all about your counselling with Xavier – it’s all in the Cerebro data banks.”

“That part of my life no longer has any meaning to me!” she spat back at me.

“It’s a wonder your beloved Xavier didn’t pick up where the Mandarin left off…he was creating a quite spectacular work of art.”

“You know nothing!”

“He crafted your physical existence into his perfect image of womanhood. He gave you the warrior’s instinct and knowledge, stolen from Kwannon…and then? He brought out your sexuality, moulded your darker urges. It’s a shame he never got to finish the work.”

Silence. We both knew what was going to happen. Psylocke was as good as defeated already.

“I’m going to complete your journey, Betsy. What Xavier erased, I shall restore. And then… then… maybe I’ll add a few touches of my own.”

“I…will…not…yield!”

“You’re quite right, Betsy. Your physical control is quite supreme. The Mandarin made it that way; immunity from pain… immunity to the magical and psychological power of forced sex. He covered the bases pretty well. But he needed a backdoor to impose his sexual supremacy over you. When I figured it out, the information…excited me.”

Vines shot out and wrapped themselves tightly around Psylocke’s massive tits, while simultaneously, another darted up her thigh, resting on her pussy. Mentally I squeezed the tit-vines viciously, and true to form, there was not one noticeable reaction from my prey.

“Very good Betsy. Very impressive. If the situation were reversed I would not be so… composed.”

But then I allowed the smaller vine to begin a focused caressing of her clitoris, in tandem with the breast abuse. Psylocke’s resistance lasted minutes before I finally heard her gasp and moan. I noticed with lust that her juices flowed freely down her thighs – another touch I mentally congratulated the Mandarin for.

“I have to admit Betsy… I’m not really a sadistic man, but the thought that causing you pain gives you so much pleasure…well, the mind boggles.”

“Get it over with,” she hissed as I brought needle-sharp spikes to each nipple and generously stabbed them into the tiny buds. Blood sprung from the tiny holes, even as arousal inflated them to a huge degree. I allowed the vines to loosen, bringing my face into the domain of those mountainous breasts and consumed by my hunger for her, I took mouthfuls of tit-flesh and bit down with all my strength, making her scream, writhe and moan beneath me.

My poor, neglected cock was finally given relief as I placed the head at Psylocke’s snatch, and I took her with one savage thrust, even while the tiny vine manipulated her blood-engorged clit, continuing its maddening teasing. My stored up jism seeped into her cunt, super-sensitising it, over-filling it and then dripping down onto her anal pucker, propelled by the power of my cruel thrusts.

I summoned forth a thorny phallus-shaped vine, which incessantly pushed against her resistant rectum. I marvelled at her defiance as she fought against its entry, before using my mastery of the Danger Room holographic technology to create leather gauntlets for each of my hands, hundreds of tiny poison-tipped needles on the palm and fingers of each. I grazed her tits with the new holographic constructs then positioned one gauntlet over each of her breasts. Slowly, I began to squeeze.

The tiny needles easily broke through her flesh, poison coursing through her breasts. Psylocke’s scream of pain will live with me forever. And yet directly afterwards, she moaned deeply with a strong, powerful sexual response to my ministrations. All control left her. As the thorny vine disappeared inside her ravaged asshole, I pushed deeper than ever into her clenching silky depths, holding off on my climax until she had submitted and endured her last orgasm of freedom before becoming mine.

Buried deep inside her, I ruthlessly bit down again repeatedly on one of her painfully abused breasts. I brought up my hand and slapped the other with all my might, before sucking on one nipple and squeezing the other until I felt her finally submit to the crashing climax that built up inside of her. She drenched my buried prick, and even my balls; I howled at the sensation and burst inside that glorious cunt.

Moments later, I released her from the cross, my eyes locked on her body as she swayed towards me, then knelt before my cock, cleaning it thoroughly with her tongue, lips and mouth. Before she had finished I was hard again. She purred at the sight of my full-blooded erection and cooed as her tongue summoned forth a stream of lubricating juice from the tip.

“This… it’s different,” Psylocke muttered, looking up at me. “It isn’t like the last time.”

“You are bound to me mentally, physically… and chemically,” I explained, running my hand through her purple hair. “For you and Jean Grey, any less would have allowed your original personality to resurface. This is not allowed… Tell me about the conditioning the Mandarin gave you.”

“Every day he would beat me, while another of the girls orally…pleasured me. Then he would take my mouth, feeding me with his climax. After this I would whore for him. When one of his generals had pleased him I was the prize. Sometimes he watched as I sucked them; other times he allowed them to fuck my asshole. Occasionally, I was given to women… only they were allowed to use my cunt – the men would be killed for even touching it. This was the Mandarin’s domain. The foremost whores in China taught me technique and I absorbed the information voraciously… a sexual favour from me was considered the greatest reward the Mandarin could give.”

“I bet it was… Xavier’s files on all but the subject of your conditioning are quite extensive. It’s clear that not all your sessions with him have been fully documented.”

I could see an element of tension cross her mind, her rhythmic toying of my cock interrupted as I broached the subject of the first breaking of her will and body.

“The files are most cryptic,” I continue, pressing her on the subject. “Particularly on the process of the Mandarin’s first possession of you… Why not tell me about the ‘Golden Rapture’?”

Her cock teasing slowed to nothing and I saw a visible, depressive sigh escape her, her head bowed.

“It is a ritual performed by the chosen concubine of the ancient emperors of China. Like me, they were intensively trained in the arts of pleasuring their lords, with this particular practice being symbolic of the female’s total subservience to the male. This knowledge is passed from the concubine to her… successor. The Mandarin found the last woman to hold the knowledge and… persuaded her… to pass it on to me.”

“Most intriguing. I want to know more.”

Psylocke looked up at me, and for the first time I could see shame in her eyes. “You’re going to want the ‘Golden Rapture’ aren’t you? You’re going to demand it from me to assure my position as your possession, your slave.”

“Quite probably. But you haven’t answered my question.”

“Part of the ritual involves the male’s ignorance of its power… suffice to say that there is precious little rapture in it for me – only more mental bondage – while you receive a sexual high quite different from any that even you would have experienced. But that is only the beginning of its appeal.”

“It sounds delicious, Betsy. I suggest you get started.”

She stood naked before me, her head nodding in resignation.

“Change this,” she demanded, gesturing at the Danger Room surroundings. “Something more intimate. A bed chamber, with candlelight, vast bed, plenty of small cushions, silk sheets, a selection of massage oils.”

As Psylocke made clear her requirements, the room changed around us, prompted by my mental commands. The room slowly began to take shape and I climbed up onto the four poster bed, awaiting my slave’s commencement of the ritual, my cock full-blooded and erect, awaiting the touch of my concubine.

She soon joined me, taking a couple of the cushions and placing them under my ass, elevating my groin area. Psylocke stroked my thighs gently and I parted them for her. She kissed the sensitive skin on my inner leg and blew cold air over my exposed anus. My cock throbbed with sexual potential.

“Close your eyes and try to breathe deeply,” she urged quietly. “I’m going to massage you into a deep state of relaxation. Only then can I begin the ‘Rapture’.”

I obeyed instantly, cutting off my view of that incredibly toned body, those enormous breasts, savouring the anticipation of the pleasures that lay ahead at the hands of this sensuous woman. I heard the dip of her hands into the oils, then awaited the moment of contact.

When her hands rubbed into my chest I sighed with contentment. She massaged my muscles deeply, rubbing the liquid all over my chest with both hands, digging at the nerve centres that caused immense and sudden relaxation. It felt so good as the waves of calm passed through my body, her skilled hands moving from muscle group to muscle group, always firm and unyielding and yet at the same time soft and sensuous. She moved around me with a grace that defied description. As her hands journeyed across my body, I knew that she had to be changing her position on the bed, sometimes to the left of me, to right or even kneeling above me, and yet I was oblivious to all of this movement. There was just her deep massaging hands taking me further into a state of relaxation I would not have previously thought possible.

The hands never left my torso, continuing a now more gentle massage; but soon after she began to tease my desire. The movement of the hands remained but their slow, continuous rubbing was interspersed occasionally by a flick of her magnificent mane of purple hair on my oiled chest. Or I would feel the grazing of an erect nipple, sometimes both of them moving in a sweet arc as she moved across me. Each touch sent a spear of lust through me, enough perhaps to make me want to take control and impale her, but in this state of relaxation I realised I was putty in her hands, unable to muster the energy to fuck her. I moaned with need at each stolen moment of contact, gasping out loud as I felt the unmistakable wiry roughness of her pubic hair move across me.

Then she was gone for a moment, leaving me incomplete, only the sweet tease of an oiled nipple running over my erect cock head giving me any kind of contact. Moments later, I heard her dip her hands into the oil again and the rougher massage continued again, this time on my feet. She dug deeply into the soles, paying individual attention to each toe as she moved up my calves, fingers pressing hard into the muscles, then returning with a softer touch before the inevitable movement upwards. The teasing continued – her hair on my calf muscle, a nipple on my inner thigh, even a swipe of her tongue swiftly over the underside of my scrotum – but always she ignored my straining cock. She curiously began a strangely rousing, deeply rough massage on the area just an inch above the boundary of my pubic hair. Amazingly, my cock began to feel even stiffer at this bizarre rubbing, a feeling that exponentially increased as her heavenly breasts descended onto my cock, the feeling nothing short of magnificent as my engorged shaft slipped wetly into her oiled cleavage.

The intensely erotic rubbing stopped and I felt her breasts consume my cock as she brought them together with her hands and buried my prick completely inside their sweet, yielding mass. Her flesh jelly seemed to move around my cock of its own accord, accompanied by a deeply satisfying wet slapping and sucking noises. Occasionally, she would allow the red-hot tip to escape her imprisoning tit flesh. While she continued using her globes to tease the shaft, she would blow down gently on the slit, always bringing forth a strained gasp of lust ecstasy before she covered the entire shaft again with her warm, slippery mammaries.

Finally she popped the aching glans free again, then tilted her head forward, her hair splaying on my stomach as her mouth sucked onto the end of my cock. Her tongue began an excruciatingly pleasurable dance around my prick head’s most sensitive areas, my vocalisations of lust now just a near-continuous humming noise.

I felt her breasts withdraw, and she lay on the insides of my spread thighs as she continued her oral worship. Finally freeing the glans, she continued the torture on the underside of my shaft, beginning an up and down motion using just the tip of her tongue before engulfing whole sections of the shaft between her pouting lips, biting softly then sucking hard. Simultaneously, I felt her hands snake up from between my thighs, around my cock and again to the area just above, continuing the bizarre sensation inducing deep rubbing she had started earlier. I was beginning to feel a definite sensation from this rubbing now… a familiar one for sure, but it was still faint, its presence near missed compared to the lancing fires her tongue was igniting on my cock.

Her mouth had moved again. Each of my testicles was sucked into her wet orifice, bathed in saliva and rubbed softly, before she went south once again, trying my lust to its limits with a slow, methodical, yet sensual tongue dance around the ring of my sphincter. In my deeply relaxed condition, she easily impaled it. The nerve-endings blasted sheer pleasure through my mind as I felt her darting tongue penetrate my asshole, flicking in and out, then rimming around the sides. All the time, she rubbed her body up and down, her breasts pressed deliciously against my sensitive inner thighs, her hands still kneading incessantly at my lower stomach.

Then the anal stimulation was over – or so I thought. She moved upwards now, one hand still massaging my lower stomach, the other moving down, brushing past my scrotum before teasing the anal ring. Her tits again surrounded my cock shaft, her lips again devoured its head, but this time the sensation was exquisite as I felt a finger slowly invade my asshole. At the same time the sensations the stomach massaging was producing started to feel more pronounced, even through the intense, bludgeoning oral joys of the most expert tonguing I’d ever received.

She was ploughing into my ass, blowing my cock and tit-fucking me simultaneously and the sensations were near beyond any kind of sexual ecstasy I’d felt before. As she sawed into my ass, she’d go deeper with every stroke until finally she located my prostrate and began an intense rubbing, blasting my mind with rapture, taking me to the edge of orgasm. She somehow kept me there, preventing me from unleashing the stored up seed of the encounter.

I gasped, cried, moaned and finally screamed for release – anything to stop this mind-blowing rapture, perhaps finally understanding the power of the ritual, but thinking that maybe it would bind us together in the same way that I had made Phoenix my consort.

Her fingers dug even deeper into my lower stomach. There was a definite response now. Powerful, malevolent. I began to fight the sexual rapture, shouting out insults as she diligently continued the ritual. I called her a whore, a bitch, a cunt, all the time feeling the relaxation give way to a new tautness throughout my body as I tensed for… what?

The digging in my ass, on my prostate and on my lower stomach synchronised, giving me a moment of mental clarity amidst the sexual rage. I realised that Psylocke would forever be my slave… my slut… a sexual object put on earth for my pleasure… and the pleasure of those I chose for her. Her suctioning mouth left my cock, I felt her teeth heavily graze the sensitised head as she left it. And then the true ‘Golden Rapture’ began.

Vast arcs of golden cum sprang from the head of my cock, hitting her square in the face, the cream landing in her luscious lengths of hair, over her tits. The rapture was beyond description – not so much a physical form of orgasmic high, more an escape from it; an affirmation that I was her god and she was my mere plaything. To reinforce this, I knelt before her prostrate form, guiding the golden cream over all her body, saving a heavy load for her snatch.

The madness over, I realised now the significance of her stomach massage, the cause of the honey-coloured ejaculate. My cock was now fully deflated, but I still felt a great urge. Psylocke whimpered her final submission as a gushing stream of piss fountained from the end of my cock, no longer mixed in with my cream, falling onto my toy, into her hair and over her back. Ruthlessly, I pulled her up by the chin and hosed her features with my piss, smiling with power as she opened her mouth to receive the final spurts, sucking in my prick in a wanton desire to extract the last few drops. Her bondage was now complete.

(XII) EVIL OF THE BLACK QUEEN

It had been almost two weeks since my sister’s subjugation at the hands of Phoenix, and I must admit I had some level of curiosity about where she was and what she’d been doing. She had consciously blocked off the psychic rapport we shared as brother and sister, denying me any kind of information regarding her condition. This was not good – Stephanie was still very much an essential element to the plan, and without her I would have to waste months preparing a new seductress of her calibre. Even I had no idea just how far Phoenix would have pushed the envelope with my sister. True, I suspected something like that might happen, but so quickly? If wasn’t careful, another miscalculation of this magnitude could bring the wrath of the world’s most powerful super-beings right to my front door. Especially now, as I began raising the stakes.

I sat in the monitor room, watching the latest element of my scheme play out in front of me: the beginning of the end of the so-called mighty Hellfire Club.

“These are uncertain times. Nobody could have imagined this extraordinary capitulation of the X-Men. They and the other X-groups have already scattered – some have disappeared, others have joined different organisations for protection. Despite our bitter enmity, a couple of their number have even agreed to pool their resources with us. What has been their greatest defeat could be our best opportunity to seize power.”

Sebastian Shaw had recently retaken the reins of power at the Hellfire Club, Manhattan’s notoriously decadent ‘social organisation’ which was really a front for a sizeable mutant hierarchy intent on eventual world domination. He had requested this meeting with Emma Frost, the former White Queen of the establishment, to state his case for the re-recruiting of his prized telepath.

“You are one of the world’s greatest telepaths, the feared White Queen of the Hellfire Club! Join with us again, and our power will be unstoppable.”

Shaw was doing everything I had predicted of him – his own lusts for more power would bring about his downfall, and the powerful Hellfire Club would be mine. Little did he know that, through our recent acquisition of access to the X-Men’s alien Shi’ar technology, the comparatively primitive security systems of the Hellfire Club had been easily breached and integrated, allowing us total access to their headquarters. It provided me with the opportunity to spy on every part of Shaw’s empire – an organisation that I planned to acquire.

When the invitation for this meeting had arrived at Emma’s Massachusetts Academy, the plan became so simple. The Hellfire Club had the resources I required: more potential ‘recruits’, a roof over the head for my current conquests, and a pliable figurehead in control. The White Queen would instigate the appropriate changes, adding to my power base, while I attended to other more pressing matters.

We had treated the previous evening as though it would be Emma’s last night with us; both myself and the Phoenix had used her well, sexually adapting her psyche to best take advantage of Sebastian Shaw’s desire for his former White Queen. We gave her a more subtle version of the sexual imprinting techniques we used to ensnare our prey, knowing that the more sex Emma gave to Shaw, the more he would be in her power.

Despite being a man driven by his desires, Shaw was a realist as well. He would need convincing that the White Queen had indeed returned to the fold and just letting him have her body would not be enough. It had proved to be a prudent strategy, as Shaw had brought the Black Queen, Selene, to this particular rendezvous. An immortal energy vampire of considerable power, I considered her to be the primary threat against my take-over, not least because so little was actually known about her capabilities. As a show of good faith, I had allowed Emma to take Kitty Pryde and Storm with her; gifts for their pleasure.

I dipped back into the meeting.

“Xavier’s teams are disbanding for good,” I heard Emma reply. “The X-Men have been decimated, scattered. The ones who came to me where easy to mould and control. I’ve developed some new telepathic techniques that can turn them into…”

“Pleasure toys,” Selene replied. “Those two exquisite creatures you brought us will whore for our members, after I have… tested them.”

“My agents are searching for the remaining members,” Emma continued. “Plus, I believe that I will surprise you with a number of other recruits who will perform equally well, maybe not mutants, but all equally as… comely.”

“Excellent!” Shaw roared. “Already our enemies begin to fall before us! Selene, take personal control of the new arrivals; I’m sure you can conjure up some imaginative tests for them. Shadowcat and the mighty Storm… whores for the Hellfire Club. Make sure it’s all videotaped.”

Selene smiled, then rose, ordering the guards to bring the new acquisitions to her chambers. I closed my eyes and turned off the monitors, allowing my mind to travel the Astral Plane, meeting, then merging with, the White Queen. The process had become so much simpler since Phoenix’s transformation. I was seemingly able to draw upon some of her telepathic reserves and a psi-link was now the simplest of tasks.

Shaw began to advance on the White Queen, offering her a glass of red wine, which Emma readily accepted.

“So… the White Queen returns to the fold,” he leered – business now complete, he sought his pleasure.

“As you say, it’s an uncertain time. A woman needs to know she can feel safe.”

“I’m sure you’ll feel very safe in my private chambers.”

Emma chuckled at the clumsy come-on, more than aware of the closeness of Shaw’s hulking body.

“What is this?” she asked. “A nice fuck to firm up our relationship?”

“You know that I’ve always desired you, Emma” he murmured, pulling open her jacket and running a large palm over her left breast. “Now that you’ve come back to me, I must have you.”

Emma grasped the hand kneading her tit-flesh through her blouse and moved to it to the other breast, cooing softly.

“Once you’ve had me, you’ll never settle for another woman,” she boasted, feeling her nipples poke through her bra and blouse, arousal gripping her, much to the delight of her prospective lover.

“I know that,” he replied.

Less than a minute later, Emma hit the bed hard, Shaw kneeling above her, pulling out his lust-bloated cock. Her blouse was ripped open, revealing her trademark white lingerie. The perfect curves of her enticing cleavage fixated the Hellfire Club’s Black King as he leaned down and burrowed his face into her inviting tit-flesh, his hands clumsily pulling at her brassiere, finally exposing her fully erect nipples.

As he sucked greedily on her mounds, Emma suddenly found herself intensely aroused and quite wet, instinctively spreading her legs wide.

Noting the movement, Shaw pushed her skirt up, moved the crotch of her white panties to one side and fumbled for his cock, penetrating her mouth with his tongue in a deep kiss while simultaneously taking her cunt with his fat cock. Involuntarily, Emma continued moaning, bucking her hips at the sudden intrusion, finding herself even wetter, despite Shaw’s poor sexual technique as he sawed in and out of her pussy.

Demanding control, she flipped him over, straddling his body, continuing the irresistible urge to thrust herself onto Shaw’s cock, leaning over to tease his face and chest with her roving nipples. Her excitement built far quicker than it ever had before, and as he pushed up inside her, blowing his load into her in one sudden lurch, she found herself reaching orgasm simultaneously, spurting her own love cream over her new lover’s cock. Emma smiled as she realised that my new conditioning worked perfectly… she had become Shaw’s perfect mistress, with every orgasm she gave him slowly subverting him over into her power.

I left her mind, returning to my physical form in the monitor room. I was fairly certain that by sending in Storm and Pryde, I would witness how Selene operated, maybe learning new intelligence that I would eventually use against her. My curiosity was also piqued by what ‘tests’ she would conjure up for them. I knew this Black Queen by reputation only, there being scant knowledge of her in Cerebro’s database, but all indications were that this bitch was seriously bad news. She seemed to have taken an instant shine to Kitty, the security cameras switching back to her chamber as she entered it, Pryde already lying on her bed, clad in a black brassiere, g-string, stockings, garter belt and high heels.

“What a wonderful gift this is,” Selene purred seductively, eyes lighting up as she witnessed the erotic spectacle of the young auburn-haired minx, dressed in the Hellfire Club’s traditional whorish apparel, laid out invitingly on her bed. “Have you any idea why you are here?”

Kitty looked up, some element of fear evident in her eyes. “Did you wish me to pleasure you…Mistress?”

Selene laughed quietly, “Oh yes… but not yet. It’s clear you’ve had some instruction in discipline in your transformation from heroine to slave. We’re going to explore that discipline together. You call me ‘Mistress’ with no clear idea of what it truly means. I shall give that word true meaning for you.”

I could see Kitty shiver, and the terror this woman engendered excited me. Physically, the Black Queen was exceptional  – she dressed to display her curvaceous figure in figure-hugging, cleavage-revealing leather, and her waist-length jet-black hair seemed so dark, you could lose yourself in it. Her eyes were jet-black, but alive, flickering with sexual desire.

Kitty flinched away from the Black Queen’s caress as she moved closer, running her hand down the girl’s cheek, over her chest and into the cups of her brassiere, squeezing her new toy’s breasts and seeking out her nipples.

“I’ve got a little surprise for you, my dear,” she murmured, breaking away from her flesh for just a moment. “Call it a little reunion.”

Selene moved over to the edge of the bed, pressing a concealed button. Moments later, the door opened, and a young man dressed in just a choker collar and black thong strode into the room.

“Sam!” Kitty gasped, astounded by the former New Mutant’s appearance. It was Samuel Guthrie all right, but not the Sam she knew, not the classmate she had spent so many months with just a couple of years back. Codenamed Cannonball, Sam was a living projectile, able to blast himself anywhere in a near-invulnerable state. He did not look quite so invulnerable now.

“Two days ago, I happened to chance across Cannonball here in Monte Carlo,” she paused for effect. “Alone… on the run, it was a simple matter to corrupt him. I very much enjoyed his… company. Unfortunately, I believe I may have blown his mind… now he’s only good for one thing.”

Selene felt Kitty shiver beneath her as Sam advanced, pulling away his thong and allowing his cock to grow before her eyes. The Black Queen stopped his advance with a single gesture.

“I think he likes you,” she goaded, returning to her exploration of Kitty’s breasts. “We’re going to find out just how much!”

Kitty turned to face her, defiance in her eyes, a hard tone to her voice.

“What have you done to him?”

Selene’s gentle caresses stopped suddenly as she took offence at the defiance of her new toy. In a savage motion, she pushed Kitty back onto the bed, and produced a pair of handcuffs, which she bound the girl with, attaching them to the metallic headboard.

“Let’s explore discipline. Firstly, it’s about knowing your place, slut!”

Selene stood, opening a mahogany cabinet and producing an evil-looking tawse – a wooden stick with multiple leather straps sprouting from the end. A sadistic smile crossed her face as she lashed out with it, striking Kitty in the midriff, causing the young girl to scream and writhe on the bed in front of her new mistress. Two more blows quickly followed, before Selene straddled her painful stomach, and pulled off Kitty’s brassiere, exposing her well-formed chest to the Black Queen’s hungry eyes.

Selene ran a finger along the side of one exceptional tit, watching the expression on Kitty’s face.

“You’re so sensitive, Kitten, can you imagine the pain I can give you via these beauties?”

Tears streamed down Kitty Pryde’s face as the pain mingled with Selene’s soft-as-silk caresses on her breasts. In desperation she looked to Sam Guthrie, her friend, despair striking her as she watched him slowly masturbating at the tableau before him.

“I wouldn’t look to him for too much help,” the Black Queen giggled. “Seeing the two of us together is going to be sheer torture for him when his mind urges him to fuck you, to fuck me…”

“Please don’t hit me again.” Kitty’s voice was pitiful, punctuated by her sobs.

“Will you give your cunt to me, Kitten? Will you allow me to use it as I see fit?”

“Yes…yes, I will. I swear!”

“Will you pleasure me in any way that I desire… will you fuck any man or woman who I send to you?”

“Yes!”

Selene got off Kitty’s stomach and lay to her side, opening her legs, and toying with her pussy.

“You’re so wet Kitten…” she marvelled, before slipping a finger into the folds of her labia and driving it up into her cunt. “And so tight too.”

Selene concentrated for a moment, shutting her eyes, her mind distant, perhaps summoning forth some kind of power that she commanded. She moved around until she was positioned above Kitty’s pretty little pussy, fully exposed now after Selene had ripped off her delicate panties with her teeth alone.

I thought she was about to go down on her new toy, until she stopped inches above the glistening cunt below her. Suddenly, a thick, black, oil-like substance poured from her mouth and coated the young girl’s cunt. She looked up at Kitty’s questioning face, as the last drops fell into the girl’s pubic hair.

“That’s the essence of my lusts, Kitten, the dark and rank perversions that as Black Queen I enjoy so much. Once it’s inside of you, it’ll grow and nurture itself, shaping, bending and moulding you into the perfect Hellfire Club whore. Can you feel it? Even now?”

Kitty Pryde shivered and nodded slowly as the ooze seeped into her nether lips.

“I could just leave you and let my essence do its work of its own accord,” Selene explained. “But I really like to do the job properly, to make sure it gets… right… inside.”

She leaned forward and once again began masturbating Kitty with a single long-nailed finger, her thumb daintily caressing her clitoris. The young girl began to moan at Selene’s finger fucking, each time taking more of the black essence inside of her. Feeling bolder, the Black Queen easily thrust another finger into Kitty’s yielding snatch, feeling resistance as she forced in a third. Both pain and pleasure crossed Kitty’s face as Selene abused her little pussy.

“Oh, Kitten,” she sighed. “This is going to be so painful for you… but pain as well as pleasure will bind you to me now. Forever."

Poor Kitty screamed as the Black Queen scooped up more of the black substance on a fourth finger and then began to ease it into the resisting cunt beneath her. Selene looked over her shoulder to where her faithful slave, Sam Guthrie, continued his tortured masturbation.

“Fuck my cunt, slave,” she ordered. “But save your cum for this little girl.”

Obediently, Sam moved up behind his mistress, pulling down her panties and thrusting into her with his rock hard cock. Selene gasped at the penetration, even as she positioned her thumb at Kitty’s distended cunt. A little blood squirted from between the Black Queen’s pistoning fingers as the thumb of her hand forced its way in, but Kitty’s pitiful screams were lost on the fucking couple in front of her.

Selene pushed deeper, deeper, until inside the poor girl’s cunt she formed a fist, which she attempted to ram even further inside of her. At that point the Black Queen climaxed, focusing her mental powers on the fist in Kitty’s ravaged vagina, transferring her own orgasmic energy into her new toy, knowing the effect that it would have on the poor girl beneath her.

Kitty’s cries instantly stopped and an evil expression of rapture swept across her features. At Selene’s insistence, Sam removed his cock from her cunt and moved across to the head of the bed, allowing Kitty to begin displaying her burgeoning oral talents. Down below, a sated Black Queen marvelled at the wrist lodged inside her whore’s cunt, only pulling her hand free when Sam Guthrie’s tortured climax was orally engulfed by the new Kitty Pryde. Selene gazed in amusement at the scene before her as she sucked Kitty’s fluids from each of her fingers.

I figured that she must have a power that had enabled her to elasticise Kitty’s pussy – I knew from experience that no-one should be able to perform what she had just done to a kid who had been virgin just a few days before.

Despite the debasement she’d just performed, the Black Queen’s new charge’s hunger for cock was insatiable. Even as jism dribbled from the corners of her lips, she redoubled her efforts on Cannonball’s cock, sucking, licking and tonguing his shaft, her fingers tickling the underside of his straining scrotum in an attempt to coax new hardness into his exhausted prick.

Having just witnessed Kitty Pryde’s indoctrination into her new world, I almost pitied Storm for the ordeal must lay in front of her, and the other conquests I would populate the club with over the coming weeks. Still, I had more important things to worry about, so I turned off the monitors and left the room, lost in my thoughts. This particular part of the plan was progressing nicely enough and, for the time being, didn’t require any more personal observation. The Black Queen was dangerous, for sure, but like every prey that has already succumbed to the seduction of the corrupt, I knew that her defeat would be easy.

(XIII) VEGAS JACKPOT

I met up with Stephanie at the Las Vegas airport, after what had been a very long, and extremely tedious, cross-country flight. Usually, I would have amused myself for the duration with some female company, but this time, because of the manner of her departure and the tone of her call once she had finally made contact, I chose to see Stephanie alone. The reconciliation had gone pleasantly enough. I explained exactly what had happened, and she took it all very well. Things were pretty much back to the way they’d been before, once I told her how important she still was to the overall plan, how much I needed her. Besides, considering how much she knew about me, not having her close at hand was a liability I didn’t need.

Just one question remained.

“Why Las Vegas, Stephanie?”

“I don’t know, probably because I knew that you wouldn’t follow me here.”

True enough. For a girl with Stephanie’s looks and huge sexual needs, a place like Vegas would not turn her away – far from it. However, for a 16-year-old guy like me, things don’t quite go so well. My previous experiences with the place had shown me I just couldn’t get any kind of respect or recognition – the place was run by men, making my powers pretty useless. And not even the whores like to go near a guy as young as me, regardless of how much money I had.

“You could have come back at any time. I’m surprised you made me fly out all the way over here, especially since you know how much I despise this place.”

“I know,” Stephanie giggled. “But I found something here that I think you’re going to enjoy.”

“Somehow I doubt it… severely.”

“Indulge me,” she replied with a sweet, yet wicked smile.

After I had dropped off my bags, and freshened up in the penthouse suite of Stephanie’s chosen hotel, we stepped out into the neon lights of Vegas’ famous Strip. My sister took me by the hand and together we entered one of the classier whoring establishments in the city. This is what Las Vegas is truly about – watching women take their clothes off while dancing, and then bargaining for their bodies afterwards.

Stephanie told me that she had visited the place through curiosity and was offered work by the manager, a tall blonde woman who wore too much make-up and too few clothes. Clearly, she was an ex-hooker who’d re-invested her cash back into the hundreds of men who’d fucked her over the years. Her name was Cherie and I really didn’t like her.

“My, er, boyfriend wants to check out the place before he’ll let me start working here,” Stephanie explained after asking Cherie to show us what happened ‘backstage’.

“I bet he does, baby,” she replied, looking me over suspiciously. “OK, I guess I’ll allow it this once.”

I mentally controlled my anger towards the woman as she took the two of us behind the scenes, so to speak. Despite my sexual nature, I despise these kinds of establishment; just the thought of handing over money for any kind of sexual encounter was contrary to everything I believed in. I actually began to wonder if Stephanie was just making me pay for her treatment last week – the sight of fat old men letching over not-so-attractive hookers nearly made me physically sick – until we reached the final part of Cherie’s nauseating tour.

“I think this is what your girlfriend really wants you to see,” sighed Cherie, grinning inanely. “She’s a new girl who joined us a couple of weeks ago.”

“So what?” I replied, getting very bored by this point.

“She’s a real honey… but she won’t fuck or suck, and she won’t let us do the usual tests. Probably has AIDS or somethin’… that’s why she’s in the cage.”

As we entered the room I could see what she meant. The place itself was pitch-black, save for a spotlight that illuminated a metal cage in the center. Running down the middle of the cage was a pole, around which a beautifully proportioned bitch danced to high-energy dance music. Clearly the act had already started a while ago, since she was now quite naked. Around six or seven men were gathered around the sides and back of the cage, poking their cocks through, masturbating at the sight of the woman in front of them.

“Ain’t she something?” Cherie sighed, apparently turned on herself by the show in front of us.

“Can you see who it is yet?” Stephanie whispered in my ear.

Before I could answer, Cherie grabbed my arm.

“One of the guys is making the signal…watch this, baby…”

The woman momentarily left the pole, kneeling in front of the man who had ‘signalled’, opening her mouth and pressing her large, rounded tits together. As the man gave up his load of semen into her mouth and across her face and breasts, I finally got a good look at her. The skunk-like strip through her reddish hair gave it all away instantly.

“Rogue…”

It would be fair to say that my interest livened up considerably at this point. Suddenly the ‘no fucking’ demand made sense – presumably Rogue’s mutant powers were still in full effect. Should she touch another person skin on skin, she would absorb their memories and powers. But what in god’s name was she doing in a Vegas skin joint? How did she get here? Surely there were a thousand other places she could have gone? My mounting arousal demanded that I ask these questions after I’d fucked her.

I watched, almost hypnotised, for the next fifteen minutes or so. The mysterious Rogue pole-danced within the cage, thrusting her hips against it, licking it, making love to it, her gyrations interrupted only when she took the spunk of the men jerking off outside. Usually on her tits, but sometimes on her face, and once even on her back, wiggling erotically as the jism disappeared between into the cleft of her buttocks.

“When does she, er, get off, so to speak?” I asked Cherie, eyes still locked on the writhing woman.

“Oh, she’s almost done now, honey. But remember: she’d don’t fuck and she won’t suck you either.”

“Well, what will she do?” I asked, my irritation at this unbearable woman starting to surface – but presumably she was used to it.

“The lady’ll give you a private dance for $500. That’s a lot of cash, but I guarantee she’ll get you off real good.”

“And if she doesn’t? I’ll give you $700 if my bitch can come too – if the whore’s just a tease, I’ll need somewhere to get my…satisfaction.”

The deal was made, money exchanged hands, and Stephanie and myself were led upstairs to a special room. We were both under explicit instructions not to touch unless the lady asked for it, and Cherie had laughed when she said this, knowing full well that only Rogue herself would be allowed to make any contact. Personally I was curious – how could she perform a lap dance without our skin touching? I guess I’d find out soon enough.

“Well hi there, sugah…”

Rogue entered the room, ignoring Stephanie and addressing me with her most beguiling look. She looked gorgeous, no doubt about it. Since the cage, her hair had been restyled, her slutty make-up reapplied and she’d put some clothes back on – specifically a see-through lacy black dress (little more than a negligee really), matching lingerie and elbow-length silky gloves. She walked towards me, swaying seductively on her high heels.

“Ah just got a couple’a rules before you get you paid for,” she began, her voice dripping in that distinctive, sexy southern drawl. “Keep your hands away from me, behind your back, and secondly, let me do all the work…”

I hurriedly complied with her request, clasping my hands together behind the chair I sat on, feeling the first throbs of blood work their way into my cock as I beheld the stunning creature in front of me. There was something about her quite unlike any woman I’d ever beheld, and I must admit to having some interest in discovering exactly what that was before I fucked the life out of her. And fuck her I would – already I had been inside her mind, simply and effectively shutting down her mutant absorbing powers. Her powers of flight and superhuman strength also gave way to the mental probe, finally proving that I would be able to use this facet of my capabilities on non-mutant super-powered prey as well.

And then, no music, no real dancing, it just began. Rogue began to strip in front of me. The see-through black lacy dress was torn slowly downwards, inches from my face, revealing the woman’s outstanding, brassiere-encased cleavage.

“Ah take it you like mah titties,” she murmured, my eyes locked on to the valley of her cleavage. “Maybe Ah’ll let you cum on them…maybe.”

This was astounding – I could sense that Rogue was a virgin, and yet she had a sexual confidence and power about her that was anything but maidenly. The ripping continued until the entire dress lay in tatters on the floor. Now Rogue pushed my head down, caressing my face with her black lace glove, as she slowly started to remove the clips from each suspender, freeing the stockings on her finely toned legs. The removal of each clip was a tease and now I could feel the rush of blood into my prick, the sudden loss of control of my pheromone powers, and only sheer willpower alone preventing me from giving the tease what she would soon be begging for.

With the garter belt now gone, she climbed up onto the chair with me, straddling me, kneeling, her legs on either side of mine, her crotch teasingly making a small amount of contact with the tent in my pants.

“Ah don’t want you to cum too soon,” she pouted. “’Cos there’re a couple’a things I want to show you first.”

With that, her hand cupped her breasts, rubbing slowly. She was so close, they were the only things I could now see. The clasp was at the front and I willed her to reach for it, to open it, to discard the brassiere for good and let me see those beautiful tits. She delayed it to the last possible moment, my hips bucking beneath her, desperately seeking friction with her own crotch, so tantalisingly near and yet too far.

And then they were free, two large, firm, perfect breasts, topped off with large nipple buds. Now, with all her torso exposed to my ravenous glance, I could see why Rogue was different from all the other women I’d seen. Her body had a firmness and a… well, ripeness, that I supposed only a woman with super-human strength could have. The muscle tone and ligaments were kept and maintained in perfect order by virtue of her incredible power and that meant a level of physical perfection that no ordinary woman could match.

“Hmmmmm,” she sighed. “I don’t know what you’ve got, but I feel soooo hot! And I got to share it with y’all…”

With that she stood before me and an in a single, non-teasing motion, ripped off her lace panties, exposing her perfectly trimmed bush and weeping cunt. There was no doubt about it – my powers were kicking in, turning her on, making her push the envelope. Descending, she balled up her little panties and pushed the crotch of them into my mouth. She began to rub herself on the leg of my pants, beginning a husky moaning that I could only match by gasping myself as her hand moved to my crotch, rubbing itself on my cloth-trapped prick.

“I tell ya, sugah, this is as much for me as it for you,” she sighed, moving back into the straddling position and beginning a sudden, savage rubbing of our crotches.

She bucked and circled her hips on my pants, bringing excruciating levels of trapped pleasure to my groin. Desperately willing myself not to cum, I saw her reach the peak in front of me, grinding herself onto me with the finality of the female climax, shouting out loudly as she came.

Seconds later, as she recovered, she marvelled at the feeling of hard cock still beneath her.

“Oooh, such stamina… you’re the first man who’s lasted the entire routine,” she breathed, still coming down from her own high. “For that you get a special reward.”

She moved off my lap and unzipped my fly, pulling out my beet-red, rock hard cock. Her eyes locked on to it as she slowly jerked it off with both her lace-gloved hands. Good masturbation can be an incredible sensation and I was reminded of the occasion when Mary Jane Watson had this same thing to me, but this time, my cock was on the limits of its endurance, my mind consumed with lust, no longer willing to stop myself from taking her.

“Open your mouth and close your eyes, baby,” I ordered between clenched teeth.

“Yeah, Ah guess you deserve it,” she replied and those heavily glossed lips opened into an O shape before me, eyes closing.

Like a man possessed, I reached forward and pushed her mouth onto my cock, just as I reached the point of no return. I howled savagely and shoved her head down as far it would go; then I simply burst in orgasmic delight. I humped into her face, knowing that now she would realise that the game was up, that her mutant powers had been compromised and that she about to enter a world of shit. I felt her scream against my cock as the sperm quickly filled her mouth and seeped out of the side of those gorgeous lips, felt her choking as I flooded her, felt her resistance melt away as the waves of pleasure began to roll over her body.

Then Stephanie was behind her, smiling, running her fingers into her pussy hair, dipping a finger into Rogue’s clenching, gripping snatch, kissing her exposed buttocks and pulling her ass cheeks apart, burrowing her talented little tongue into the rosette of her asshole.

“We know who you are, Rogue,” I said. “We know what your powers are and we’ve put a stop to all of them. You’re about to become a possession, bound to my cock until I allow you freedom.”

Rogue finally pulled her face free from my still-spurting prick, her cheeks and chin dripping with my heavy juices. I could sense the conflict within her – the urge to escape swiftly falling foul to the sensations my cream was sending through her incredible body, as well as the ministrations of my sister on her pussy and ass. My cock still had plenty of life in it, thanks to this bitch’s teasing. All suggestion of rebellion left Rogue’s eyes when Stephanie and I pinned her to the ground and my cock snaked up her thigh, seeking the honey pot that would forever bind this bitch in heat to my all-powerful sexual will.

As my cock claimed her untouched cunt, and my hands sought out her tits, marveling at their super-powered resiliency, I leaned over and kissed my sister deeply, thanking her with all my heart for this wonderful new acquisition. All thoughts of my new consort – the Dark Phoenix – temporarily left my mind as I enjoyed her mouth and my new slave’s writhing virgin body.

End of Book Two

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