Message-ID: <12734eli$9807051832@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pegasus777@hotmail.com Subject: RP: Submission Agenda 18 (X-Men, MF, FF, nc, inc, mc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6njd2t$3nf$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> This is the final chapter written so far for 'Submission Agenda'. More will be forthcoming soon and in the meantime you can contact me with comments at pegasus777@hotmail.com Chapter Eighteen: The Power of Malice The changes that Susan Richards had undergone after her ordeal at our hands were fantastic. After Malice had taken permanent residence inside Sue's mind, she had quickly adopted a whole new wardrobe, exchanging the Fantastic Four uniform for an all-over leather costume that clung to her slender frame right up to her cleavage, where it opened out, revealing her the generous curvature of her breasts. Around her neck she wore a studded choker collar, and her mouth occasionally flashed as she spoke when the light caught on the tongue stud she had recently acquired. Malice was an incredible animal, bringing any man she chose to his knees, adept in sexual seduction techniques that astounded me, capable of inducing an addiction as binding as mine or Phoenix's, yet reliant on no chemical inducements whatsoever. Her transformation, both mental and physical, had been absolutely stunning. She was a chameleon, whose body reconfigured itself to best ensnare her prey, whilst retaining dominance at every turn. As a bonus, of course she still retained the incredible power of the Invisible Woman, one of the formidable super heroines of the age. Like all of my 'acquisitions' I had to test this new addition to my ranks, setting a challenge to make sure that she had the necessary fibre to perform well in her part of the overall scheme. Two new recruits to the Hellfire Club were brought to my apartment complex in New York: Roberto de Costa and Tabitha Smith, aka Sunspot and Meltdown of the now defunct X-Force. Before the Black Queen had got around to dealing with them, I had them seconded to the Bedford Towers, where Malice would lay out her credentials. I had read about both of these mutants in Xavier's files. Neither were really worth my attention - Sunspot was something of a "hanger on", hardly worthy of a second glance. Meltdown on the other hand was of some interest. Despite being little more than gene trash in terms of the power of her mutant X factor, she was possessed of a very lean, toned body, which despite its lack of height, was attractive enough to spark some desire in me. Her short blond hair made her look like the whore she was about to become. My orders to Malice had been straightforward. Evidently there was some unconsummated relationship between these two - she was to seduce de Costa in front of Meltdown, and then bring about the young girl's debasement. The girl was not to come to any harm; however, she had carte blanche with the boy. I decided to use my rapidly evolving psi-powers to hitch a ride inside Malice's mind, to submerge myself in the evil she was about to perpetrate, to fully comprehend the limits of her new personality and evaluate her for future tasks. Of course, when she had first met them, dressed in her full leather catsuit and thigh-length boots, there had been some attempt to attack her and win freedom, but it was a pointless effort. Without the use of their mutant powers, they stood no chance against a fully empowered Malice. Their attack stood only to offend her - which is not a good plan of action. "If you try anything of the sort again, I will be... more violent," she promised in a sinister tone of voice, using her force field powers to knock the wind out of Meltdown and propel Sunspot onto the bed. "You... you're not Susan Richards," stammered Roberto, looking up on the bondage goddess who knelt on the bed in front of him, licking her lips seductively. "No... there's someone new and exciting inside her now," she replied, slowly crawling towards him, the boy staring uncontrollably at the breasts which seemed destined to spring forth from Malice's tight leather costume. "My name is Malice and I'm your dream woman." I felt her chameleonic powers take effect just then as her hyper senses adjusted to Sunspot's psyche, slowly morphing her body into the shape which her prey would be unable to resist, her mouth humming in arousal as she drank in his desires. "My god... you're...changing!" the boy stammered, eyes glued on her tits, which seemed to blossom still further until Malice sported a pair of 38Ds, jutting out obscenely from her chest. Her hips grew wider, giving her a more curvaceous look, whilst her legs seemed to grow a few inches longer. Susan Richards' company had access to her husband's inventions, meaning that it had been a simple matter for her to obtain a suit made from unstable molecules, capable of adapting with her as her body transformed. "This is how you want your first lover to be, darling," she replied slowly, her mind concentrating as she started to form a force field around his skin that would soon expand to shred his clothes. "Hmmm... it's a fairly unimaginative fantasy, but typical for a fucking virgin." "Stay away from him!" Meltdown had been stunned into silence by the impossible vision in front of her and only now had the guts to speak up... but it had no effect on Malice who completely ignored her, maintaining a force field around her that prevented her from interfering. Chuckling to herself, Malice viciously expanded her force field, suddenly annihilating Sunspot's clothing, revealing his impressive musculature, his cock pointing straight up into the air, hard with arousal, even leaving a small dollop of precum on the tip of his black prick. Roberto gasped for air as he felt the sheer leather costume Malice wore rub against his thighs as she slowly worked her way towards his cock. "Tell me... are you in love with that little girl?" Sunspot nodded, "Yes... I guess I am..." "But you haven't fucked her... or any one?" "Well..." "Don't lie to me... I can smell the stench of virgins and both of you reek of it." "No we've haven't... but we've... touched..." Malice smiled as she brought both of her hands around Sunspot's engorged cock, slowly throttling it, milking it as Roberto gasped. "Like this?" she enquired sweetly, continuing the sweet milking motions on his prick. "Yes! N-no! Not like that!" "What's the difference?" "You're... Ahhhh... you know how to... m-make m-me feel... Aghhh!" "I suppose I do," Malice sighed, before moving her lips to his bucking crotch, blowing cool air over the tip, giggling evilly as the bucking became more violent. Then, two hands still jerking off the boy, she kissed the glans, using her tongue to smear his precum over the head, running her stud along the underside, pulling away both hands and mouth as she felt the beginning spasms of orgasm shudder though his cock. "No... not yet," she snarled, watching his hips thrust impotently as his cum urges slowly died off. "Tell me Roberto, have you ever seen Tabitha naked?" "No..." "Roberto!" Tabitha exclaimed in shock. "Would you like to see me naked?" "Yes!" "No... Roberto - don't!" "Here's the deal. I'll give you what you want... everything you want... if you give me Tabitha. Just say the word and I'll show you the body you dream of. Say the word and I'll blow you until you cum. Just say the word, lover, I'll maybe even fuck you..." "YES!" "But there is a condition. I want some fun too. And I want that fun to be with your girlfriend. You've got to know that everything you ask me to do, I'll force on Tabitha... and I think we can safely assume that what your puny virgin mind can come up with will be interpreted ten times more... imaginatively when I get to grips with her." "Roberto if you love me you'll tell this bitch to fuck off!" Malice laughed, throwing back her head with peals of diabolical laughter, further exposing her new, massive breasts to Sunspot's saucepan eyes. "Of course you're right my dear, and it is his choice." "I'm sorry... so sorry Tabitha... but I can't resist her... I n-need..." Despite her hard nature, Meltdown began to cry in front of her boyfriend, head clasped in her hands as she refused to believe what was happening. "You've earned your first reward, lover," Malice smiled, slowly unzipping her catsuit, allowing her voluminous tits to ooze out of the costume. Sunspot instantly sprung forward to bury his face in the proffered expanse of flesh, turned on by the sheer fantasy size, his arousal for dirty sex heightened by the sight of a nipple ring pierced through Malice's right tit. Consumed with lust he kissed, bit, nibbled and sucked on the available breasts, his mind thrilling at the new sensations. The woman who was once Susan Storm Richards, the heroic Invisible Woman, put her hands on his head, guiding him ever deeper into her wondrous cleavage, her gaze locked on Meltdown. Both women met each others' stares, Malice smiling as she used her force field to rip open Tabitha's top, exposing her perky, rounded tits to the older woman's gaze. Scooping up Meltdown with another field, she unceremoniously dumped her on the bed beside the tit-crazed Sunspot, pushing him away when Tabitha was close enough. "Now it's my turn," she stated simply, moving lithely to kneel over the stricken Meltdown. "Your boyfriend likes big tits... and so do I actually. It has to be said that compared to Roberto's ideal, yours come up a little small..." Roberto himself didn't say a word, simply savouring the sight of the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen make sexual advances on his girlfriend, whose lovely little breasts where also on display for him. "What are you gonna do?" Meltdown spat, some of her venom returning. "Give me implants?" "In a manner of speaking," sighed Malice as she began to knead Tabitha's firm little titties. "I'm currently creating thousands upon thousands of small invisible fields inside each of your breasts. I'm shortly going to expand them to loosen up the fat.. enlarging them." "Make them bigger, Malice," drooled Sunspot, eyes locked on the molestation of his girlfriend's titties. "It's going to be quite uncomfortable. I should warn you." Malice simply hummed with delight as she got to work, exercising a terrific degree of concentration as she poured her cosmic-spawned energies into the virgin girl's breasts, causing thousands upon thousands of warm feelings to course through her mammaries. Then the warm feelings changed into hot shards of pain. Meltdown convulsed in agony, letting out a huge scream of intense suffering, which was quickly gagged by another quickly constructed force field. "Y-you're hurting her..." Sunspot realised, the erotic scene shattered as his girlfriend screamed silently under Malice's ravaging hands. "Those are the rules, Roberto," Malice replied, eyes locked on the contorted expressions of torment crossing Meltdown's face. "As consolation, I'll let you come in my mouth when I'm finished here." Moments later, Malice had finished and shuffled back to examine her work. Tabitha's tits were much larger now, a good 50% increase in volume and the sadistic former heroine took pride in her work, caressing her larger aureoles, casually flicking at her engorged nipples. Meltdown herself was shaking, coming to terms with the abuse her body had undergone, her mind still numb from the excruciating pain, large bruises appearing on her titties. As an afterthought, her gag was removed. "Y-y-you... I-I'll... kill..." Malice returned to Sunspot, ignoring Meltdown's attempt at a threat, dismissing even its possibility. "What next, Stud?" "Like y-you said... I want to cum... cum in y-your mouth... please... j-just..." Malice shuffled forwards, capturing Sunspot's rampant cock, then slowly inserting it between her mammoth tit glands, Roberto sighing in delight as another fantasy was made reality by his dream woman. Her ministrations were superbly arousing. Roberto's cock sent exquisite sensations through his body as Malice's mane of blond hair flicked across his stomach, her lips encircling his cock head, her tongue deftly coaxing huge jolts of excitement from him. Malice put both hands around her tits, squeezing them around his prick, increasing the sensation still further until she pulled him free from her cleavage and simply... swallowed him. Roberto's gasp of surprise was matched only by a look of morbid curiosity from the slowly recovering Meltdown, who witnessed Malice take all eight inches of his cock inside her in one fell swoop. Sunspot was nearing the edge, the glorious point of no return as Malice's clenching throat sent incredible feelings through his cock , crossing the limit as she pulled him back into her mouth, sucking fiercely, her studded tongue taking him into the realms of orgasm... his first face fuck. Malice was careful to save every single drop of cum as Roberto hosed into her sucking mouth, falling back temporarily sated, a single leak of pure white cream dribbling from the side of Malice's mouth as Meltdown looked on dumbstruck, having just witnessed her first male oral climax. Malice turned to her and straddled her stomach, leaning over and kissing her fiercely, her boyfriend's cum being squirted into her mouth, until it was full, whereupon Malice backed off, spitting out the remaining white cream over her face, swivelling her hips over her prey, sweet friction sending sexual flares of excitement through her crotch, her hand locked on Tabitha's face, prevented her from spitting out her gift. "Swallow," she ordered, her spare hand massaging Meltdown's throat, causing her to involuntarily comply. Sunspot turned to face the tableau, recovering sufficient strength to watch the violation of his girlfriend. His eyes locked on to the sheer leather costume, creasing slightly around Malice's perfectly sculptured thighs and she turned and smiled malevolently at him. "Why don't you tell me what you want to see?" "I'd die to see you naked." That smile played across her lips again as invisible force fields pulled off her thigh length boots and carefully removed her catsuit, Malice barely cocking her legs as the costume was taken out of the equation, the enticing screwing motion of her hips not missing a beat. Beneath her a worried Meltdown awaited the inevitable... but whereas Malice's disrobing had been a fluid controlled motion, her prey was slightly less fortunate - her tattered top and skirt literally exploding under the beautiful dominatrix's intricate force field work. "What do you want to do to her?" Roberto asked, anxious to please his mistress. "Do you want to fuck her?" "If it gets you hard again, baby." "G-God... yes!" "Roberto... don't! Please! I beg of you!" Malice lifted her legs off Meltdown's body with a practised ease, flipping her over onto her stomach, simultaneously using the unyielding power at her command to splay her prey's legs wide. She sent her questing fingers brutally deep into Tabitha's cunt, scooping up her juices then leaving her pussy equally as quickly, bringing her digits to her mouth, sucking hard, her tongue savouring the musky taste of her unwilling arousal. She fed on the flavour, pulling Meltdown onto all fours, leaning over and rubbing her enormous mammaries over her back, before she mentally constructed her first invisible force field dildo, attaching to it to her crotch then flicking deeply inside Tabitha's cunt, eliciting a scream of agony as she robbed her of her virginity, building up a steady thrusting motion with her unseen intruder. Malice bit down into her neck, constructing two more vise-like fields that crushed her tortured breasts, bringing out another wail of agony. Malice straightened up, arching her back, thrusting her deeply curvaceous hips violently, subconsciously hardening her invisible dildo, lengthening it, making her powerful thrusts even deeper, even more possessive, than before. As the rhythm continued, she barked orders at her submissive slut-to-be. "Take it you little blond bitch... feel my cock! That's it, fuck back on me you whore... yes! Swivel your sexy little ass!" Malice knew her trade well. Despite the pain she inflicted on Meltdown's abused tit flesh, despite the brutal thrusting into her ravaged pussy, she also created soft, wave-like caresses that danced along the inside of her cunt, tantalising her erect clit, sending waves of ecstasy through the young girl that would forever bind her to masochistic submission. Meltdown's orgasm was inevitable and with it, a submission that would give her pride of place in the Hellfire Club 'dungeon'. From now until the day she died (which I considered not to be too far away now) she would serve her masters well. When she did finally submit, she screamed a single word. "Mistress!" The intensity of the scene temporarily cut off my psionic connection with Malice, the sensations of her triumph, her mastery over new meat, her thrill at taking possession overwhelmed me and I returned to my physical form shaking with a sexual energy that I would soon expend on one of my sluts. When I re-established the link, Malice was already riding Sunspot hard, showing no mercy as she slammed her tight cunt up and down over Roberto's straining pole, desperately digging for her own release, her mastery of invisible force fields preventing the young South American from reaching the zenith of his climax. With Malice's eyes I saw Sunspot's expression - a look of sheer sexual fulfilment as his eyes danced across the body that had sculpted itself to his lusts, a vision of carnal perfection that was giving him his lust's desires - undiluted rapture from a woman who knew exactly how to excite him. But we both knew that the boy served only one purpose now - to satiate, albeit temporarily, Malice's insane lust for orgasm. She knew that he should be allowed to cum now, to alleviate the torture of the indescribable high of the peak of sexual pleasure, to allow his cock to spew its cream into her womb. But a spent prick meant a soft prick and Malice had no intention of allowing him to cum until she had found her own release. Roberto de Costa's mind broke under the intense rapture, the lobotomised look on his face as coherent thought was annihilated finally being the last push Malice needed to reach climax. He was essentially a vegetable now, devoid of intelligence, his last thoughts before oblivion thrilling to the sensation of the perfect woman gushing her orgasmic love juices over his tortured cock. Malice pushed the brain dead corpse aside, returning her attention to the debased Meltdown, eyeing her bruised body lustfully, her desire for her brutal sexual expression still not fully sated. I revelled in the dirty pleasures she mentally decided on inflicting on her toy... expanding force probes deep in her ass, making her eat out her still ravenous cunt, torturing her clitoris with multiple fields, whipping her back, tits and ass whilst making her orgasm, pissing on her... her mind was alive with one thousand expressions of sheer sexual malice. I disengaged from her mind more than satisfied with the latest addition to the team. I would need to recruit one final dark angel before making my move on the Avengers - one last, magical, addition that I would require before setting about the seduction of the jewel in the crown of the 'world's mightiest heroes'... I knew that when the Scarlet Witch was mine, I would be unstoppable, but first I needed to draft a controllable woman whose powers, in concert with my own, would bring about her most humiliating defeat. -----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==----- http://www.dejanews.com/rg_mkgrp.xp Create Your Own Free Member Forum -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----