Message-ID: <12940eli$9807122334@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pegasus777@my-dejanews.com Subject: NEW: Submission Agenda 19 (X-Men/Marvel, MF, FF, nc, md, piss) 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: <6o8n01$3sq$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Please enjoy the latest chapters to Submission Agenda - a mind control fantasy based on the characters of a famous comics company. Please feel free to submit new ideas, comments... or maybe even just some encouragement to pegasus777@hotmail.com. The story is an ongoing one and despite there being a definite end in mind, there are few limits on what occurs before it. All 18 previous chapters of this tale can be found at: http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/jul.html If any sites wish to archive this story, contact me. Chapter Nineteen: Visitations She had been in my dreams for the last three months. To begin with I tried to ignore her, but conscious effort in a dreamlike state is not easy and I soon succumbed to her charms. She was tall, impossibly slender, yet with a voluptuous set of curves I felt I could lose myself in. Her raven black hair cascaded down to the base of her spine and her face was a beguiling image of what seemed like a merging of East European and Asian beauty - high cheek bones, long, thin eyes that sparkled with a malevolence I could not resist. She came to me every night, filling my heart with the desire for vengeance, re-energising my interest in the plan to bring my enemies down. But they were more than just my enemies. They were hers too. Only now, as I schemed the debasement of the Scarlet Witch did she appear to me outside of my dreams, feeding from the Phoenix energy I increasingly began to share with my consort, taking form before me. She was a ghostly image, almost like a hologram when she first materialised before me, the day before I had flown out to Las Vegas. Now, in the physical realm, with the full range of my faculties at my disposal, I identified her immediately. She was Morgan Le Fay, the dark sorceress who had so often been so close to defeating the Avengers. When I touched the apparition, we exchanged agendas in the blink of an eye via telepathy. Le Fay was still trapped in Mediaeval England, seething with vengeance against the Avengers and the Scarlet Witch in particular. Her mind had locked on to my own deep feelings of revenge, and knowing that we could... do business... she had pursued me in my dreams. To be of help to me, she would require a physical vessel to possess in this time frame. A day later, I had 'recruited' Mystique, the shape shifter. Le Fay would prove a useful tool in my reshaping of the eminently fuckable Avenger, but I realised that in herself she would be a great fuck toy. She would have her chance with the Scarlet Witch, although she knew not how I would bring about her own enslavement. In the link I had felt her craven desires and understood exactly what she was capable of... and it excited me. She would take possession of Mystique, not knowing that her new body was physically addicted to mine, arriving in the twentieth century with a savage urge for cock. My cock. The actual ceremony had been extremely straightforward, considering my complete lack of sorcerous experience. In the magical chamber we had constructed in the basement, Mystique had been tied onto a cross on the wall, an archaic red symbol of possession daubed in paint on her stomach, the rest of her quite naked. Morgan Le Fay's apparition had appeared on schedule and simply walked inside of the spread-eagled woman, disappearing inside as the red symbol seemed to turn to flame, the blue-skinned woman wailing in agony as her will ebbed away, seemingly in the fire of the symbol. When the screams died away, Mystique had simply smiled, her body slowly changing as her shape-shifting powers took effect. I watched the skin tone lighten considerably, her body turning albino-white. I found myself increasingly aroused as I saw her waist contract, her legs extending, her stunning breasts expanding to what seemed like an impossible size for her thin torso. Her hair lengthened and blackened and she laughed as Mystique's features gave way to the evil beauty of the mediaeval sorceress. I knew that when Mystique had been taken she was... in need. For the sluts I had given a sexual addiction to, I found that I was now able to regulate their desires with the aid of the Phoenix Force I had absorbed, and I had bombarded her with the full grip of orgasmic need before she had been overwhelmed. Looking at Morgan now, knowing the desires she had awakened in my dreams for so many nights... I knew that I would deeply condition her to service me immediately. I pulled away my clothes quickly, watching the new arrival writhe in her bonds. Telepathically I sensed the huge need that she had inherited from Mystique, physically manifesting itself in her bucking hips and the glistening, shaven cunt between them. My cock pointing straight up into the air, full-blooded with lust and I advanced on her, slipping my hand over her pussy, collecting her juices than tasting them cravenly. I feasted on the look of evil in those beautifully slanted eyes. "Do you really have any idea of what you are dealing with?" she asked, her words punctuated with deep intakes of air as I continued the unbearable stimulation on your cunt, my cock now rubbing up and down across her sodden slit. "Enough of an idea to take precautions with you, sorceress," I replied, positioning myself for the sweet intrusion to her silky depths. "Yessss..." she purred, arching herself towards me as I slowly pushed myself into her vise-like pussy. "This wonderful need you have given me... it's unlike anything I've ever felt before... and this body too..." Her cunt was alive around my cock, pulsing around my hard shaft, almost like twenty small tongues flicking it, caressing it, as I continued easing myself into her. I realised that already she had mastered Mystique's shape-shifting capabilities and was now using them to heighten my pleasure. My prick responded with a continuous pumping of cream into that wonderful tightness, each ejaculation absorbing quickly into her velvet-like pussy lining, further heightening her need for my final, true orgasm. "Hmmmmm... I knew you were the one," she sighed, freeing herself from her bondage and drawing my body close to hers, mashing those vast breasts into my chest and I reached nearer, our lips meeting. Her legs splayed out wide before enmeshing themselves around my waist, allowing still further, deeper, into her now-gushing cunt. "I need your cock," she whispered hotly, breaking free from our kiss as her addiction grew stronger. "I need it... badly... so fucking badly!" I obliged her, ramming in deeply into her depths, groaning at the powerful sensations as Morgan Le Fay continued to subtly alter the shape of her clenching cunt, drawing out more of my sap, bringing ever closer the final release that already I felt boiling in my scrotum. Any notion I had of delaying my climax fell to the wayside as my mind descended into a blazing maelstrom of need. I ploughed into her, heedless of her desires, bathing in the sensations that flooded my body as her breasts became alive, animated by the same shape-shifting power that exquisitely tortured my cock, her nipples dancing across my chest. Then it was all over. With one final ram I pushed my cock head as deep into her pussy as possible, groaning loudly through clenched teeth as I felt my prick expand, the sudden rush of rapture almost drowning me as the conditioning cream spat out into her cunt, which now adopted a milking motion, drawing out every last drop until I lay spent on top of her. "Oh very good, my boy-master," she whispered into my ear, an orgasmic high warmly flowing through her body. "But this is just the tip of the iceberg compared to how we shall both deal with the Scarlet Witch..." Yes, the bitch would pay all right. Wanda Maximoff, the famed Scarlet Witch, would suffer like none of my sluts had suffered before. We would collapse her morality, corrupting her magic, abusing her physically to the limits of her endurance. She would endure a gauntlet of trials, and her fate at the hands of this evil sorceress was just one element of the plan. I summoned Meltdown and ordered her to show the cum-sated Le Fay to quarters, knowing that the succulent bitch wouldn't leave there until the dark sorceress had practised her dark, arcane sexual arts on her. I would have liked to have watched and perhaps participated but we were at a critical point in the plan, with two more seductions taking place concurrently in order to further the scheme. I reached my private sanctum, lying on the bed, clearing my mind, allowing it to connect to my dark consort, the Phoenix. I merged with her psyche, becoming one with my greatest achievement, sighing in rapture as I felt her sexual excitement. She was quite naked, laying in a jungle hut as a beautifully toned black woman knelt between her legs, thrusting her tongue into Phoenix's red-furred snatch, two fingers sunk deep into her cunt, thrusting in and out, another dancing tentatively around the ring of her anus. My consort was moaning uncontrollably as the woman continued her ministrations, sucking deeply on her pussy, mewling herself as each blast of mind-deadening pussy cream was drained by her skilled mouth. Her name was Calypso, a target chosen for my enterprise owing to her enviable skills in the realms of voodoo. The bitch was almost the equal of the Scarlet Witch in terms of magical prowess and without her mutant hex capabilities to fall back on, I had considered the magnificent black woman to be interesting tool of corruption for the Avengers heroine. I had to compliment the whore on her cunt-lapping skills - Phoenix writhed beneath her, allowing the woman to draw her closer to climax, knowing that her final release would bind the jungle woman to her body for as long as was required... for as long as was needed for her to defile Wanda with her foul voodoo magic. I left my Phoenix's mind, knowing that this part of the plan proceeded exactly as I had foreseen. My other seductress, my own sister, was my next concern. Having finally discovered the location of the Enchantress on Earth, it was now my intention to recruit her as perhaps my most powerful dark angel. Perhaps rather ruthlessly, I had despatched Stephanie to intercept her, knowing full well that her earthly powers would have no chance against the full capabilities of the mighty Asgardian. Regardless, I needed her. For over a thousand years she had refined the art of seduction, magically enhancing her beauty and taking whatever sexual partners she had desired. She used mortals for her sexual sport and I knew that she would find my sister irresistible. From there, she would come to me, and I would make her mine. Poor Stephanie would be an interesting diversion for the mighty goddess, nothing more. Certainly, despite her powers, she would not be able to overcome her. She had surrendered herself to Jean Grey and was saved only by her intoxicating breasts when she chose to take on Mystique. Even before I had despatched her, I knew that if the Enchantress lived up to even a fraction of her reputation, Stephanie would stand no chance. I felt no guilt about the realisation that I was using my own sister as bait - such a bold move was required to catch the attention of a major player like the Enchantress. I would just have to wait until she came to see me. In the meantime, I took a look at the relic in the palm of my hand. The Band of Tyr. Almost with a feeling of dread, I slipped the ring onto one of my finger and felt... nothing. It seemed a tad warm, perhaps, but was this really the artifact I had long sought after? One thousand years ago, the Norse civilisation rebelled against their gods and goddesses, who treated them as effectual slaves. Their wisest sorcerers gathered in secret, together forging the ring I now wore. With it, their immortal Asgadian powers were nullified, but more than that, the gods were forced back over the Rainbow Bridge into their home... where they stayed until the return of Thor some years ago. I had my suspicions about the ring's true power and I felt sure that I would be proved correct in the coming hours. If I was wrong... well, I'm sure being murdered by the Enchantress would at least be an interesting death. "Thy sister pleases me, mortal." A rich, deeply feminine, yet commanding voice. The Enchantress had arrived, materialising silently behind me. Almost immediately I felt a throbbing on my ring finger as the long dormant power of the Band of Tyr coursed through my body. I turned to face her, hands behind my back, ready to bear witness to the female perfection that makes any man hers. Standing tall at well over six feet, I could spot no flaw in her complexion. Her eyes were gorgeous - deep, full of promise, so evilly seductive. Her face structure was again flawless, her lips magnificent - large, pouting, plump. The rest of her body was a wet dream - stunning figure, voluminous breasts that were perfectly shaped, upturning at each end, nipples pointing slightly upwards, poking through the material of her clothing. She wore a simple, silk, one piece costume... and she looked simply incredible inside it... her bottom barely covered, the full expanses of her perfect legs fully revealed... the cleavage... God, her tits... "I am glad my visage doth please thee," she smiled, her face a mask of superiority. "Perhaps if thy explanation be good I shall make thine end an exquisite pleasurable death in mine embrace." I felt a shard of fear in my heart as I noticed the naked form of Stephanie lying next to her. The Enchantress immediately noticed the direction of my glance, lifting my catatonic-looking sister to her feet by pulling her up by her hair. She moaned helplessly, a grin of sexual contentment spread across her face. "So... you received my gift, Enchantress." "As I did say, she pleases me. Ne'er have I beheld one as... moist as she. She fairly gushed under my hand. My mortal manservants... perhaps enjoyed her too much... she has interesting power... But now methinks I have broken her." She sighed visibly before dropping Stephanie to the floor, advancing upon me, a look of distilled, intense evil in those wonderful green eyes. "Thy scheming intrigues me, mortal," she uttered confidently. "Perhaps I shall possess thee until thine plotting is complete and the Avengers be perished... or enslaved." The ring was throbbing with power now. Almost instinctively, I knew how to handle this incredible woman. Somehow, the knowledge of the Nordic sorcerers had transferred itself from the ring to its bearer. "Possess ME?" I scoffed. "Do you really believe that I would pursue you were I not capable of bringing about your defeat?" "Thy pluck amuses me, mortal... but tread carefully else I shall lose my interest in thee and destroy thee within the blink of an eye." Within me I felt the hate of the oppressed slaves these "gods" had enslaved a millennium ago. I felt it merge with my sexual desire for this immaculate creature, expressing itself now as an intense urge to bring about her downfall - a humiliation that would change her forever. Still concealing the Band of Tyr on my finger, I walked to within inches of the alluring bitch, looking up at her, my chin level with her fantastic cleavage, looking her clearly in the eye. "I have the power, bitch. I... have... the... power!" I smiled as I saw her swallow in apprehension, a look of panic crossing her face as I slowly raised my ring finger, knowing that the Enchantress's vast magical powers and Asgardian might were useless against me. I felt the race hatred again, the ring feeding intense stabs of crazed lust through my body, my prick now engorged to a level of arousal I had only experienced when I took Phoenix and transformed her. "You... Y-you know not what you do..." she stammered, eyes locked onto the beguiling ring. "Remove the band now else you succumb to its evil!" "One thousand years ago the Nordic people drove you away... and you... YOU... were the one 'goddess' who escaped punishment... this ring gives me the power to right that wrong..." "Take it off! It will consume thy soul!" "I will remove it only when you are my slave, bitch, and not before. Give your soul... and your cunt... to me for all eternity and I shall destroy the Band..." The mighty Enchantress shook with fear before me, unable to move unless I allowed it. The feeling of power ran through me like a surge of ecstasy almost as satisfying as the final powerful spurts of cum flowing deeply into a freshly trained slut's womb. I could see the fear in her heart - the prospect of servicing my cock for all eternity tempered only by her primal terror of the ring's power. "Perhaps you need a demonstration of my power," I taunted. "Banish your clothing... I want to see this body that no man can resist." Stepping back, she instantly complied, the compelling force of the Band of Tyr irresistible. Slowly, her silk gown slipped from her shoulders, catching momentarily on the nipples of her gargantuan breasts completing its journey to the ground as she shook her tits slightly, dislodging the clothing. She stepped out of her high heel shoes, taking her down to about 6'2", still much taller than I. She looks incredible - her torso and waist are so thin, a stark contrast to her mammoth breasts. Looking down I lose myself in those legs, my eyes momentarily caught up in the tangling mass of hair that frames her cunt. "Get on your fucking knees! Let me see you on all fours." Again... instant compliance. She looks up at me now, her brilliant green eyes glistening with moisture and I chuckle to myself as I witness a solitary tear fall down her reddened cheek. Sweet submission. I can't resist her any longer. I've got to have her. I walk behind her, marvelling at the expanse of perfectly formed buttocks before me. Touching her is like touching silk, causing me to caress her ass cheeks, before I pull them apart. I spit heavily on her anus, using my fingers to rub it into her beautiful anal rosette, before adding to the lubrication by slowly jerking my drooling cock over the same orifice. I nestle the red, bloated head of my prick on her asshole, slowly pushing inside of her tight depths. "Ever been sodomised before, Enchantress?" "NO!" she wailed, screaming at the sensation of invading cock. "Stop this now else I torment you for all eternity!" "Once I am completely inside, you will climax to my every thrust..." Soon enough, my pole was firmly imbedded in her virgin asshole, the feeling beyond words. And then I began the thrusting. I could feel her resistance to the unwanted climaxes. Her moans started out barely audible, slowly becoming louder as I fucked her like an animal, taking her savagely, her voice raising with each impaling, her legs giving way to the powerful orgasms I gifted her. It broke my rhythm, but I adapted to the new position, simply laying on her back, biting her neck and pulling her hair as I continued raping her ass until finally I could control my cock no longer, sending spurt after spurt of my cream into her bowels, more of my spunk surging out as the Norse 'goddess' squeezed her rectal muscles around my tortured length. "Let my cum dominate you, Enchantress... feel it... good..." I pulled out slowly, turning her over, feeling so proud of myself as I saw the vacant look of submission in her eyes. Her hands reached out, both of them encircling my still hard cock, bringing her face closer, pulling on it as more arcs of cream spurted out. She tilted her face to accept the ropes of jism as they coated her features. I realised she was simply continuing to follow my order of letting my cum dominate her. "Good slave," I complimented, running my hand through her luxurious mane of hair as she reached forward and began the sweetest sucking motion on my prick. "That's it... pleasure your master... do it!" Both hands continued to milk the stem of my pole whilst her tongue performed indescribable oral magic on the glans. I stopped cumming in spurts... now I felt almost solid globs of cum shoot from my cock. The sensation of near-solid masses exiting my cock head was mind-blowing, sudden stabs of incredible rapture accompanying each release. I realised that the Enchantress's hand motions were responsible - it was almost as if she were reshaping my cum whilst still in the shaft. I thought she had swallowed every drop until she finally let my cock go, to my intense dissatisfaction. But what followed made it better still. From between those pouting lips, twin streams of my white cream sprung forth from both sides, running down her chin, between her mammoth breasts. Her hands reached up to bunch her tits together, smearing my expression of lust into those wondrous globes. Then she simply smiled as magical power emanated from her, drawing my prick into that expanse of enticing cleavage, electrifying my pole as the energy animated her tit-flesh, her hands cupping her vast mounds, containing my prick in a sweet embrace. Arcs of sheer ecstatic bliss coursed through me as her breasts massaged my cock, seemingly of their own accord, my tool responding by pumping out wave after wave of cream, gathering around her neck. Then she flicked her head forward, the cascade of blonde hair like ten thousand pin-pricks of joy across my chest and stomach as once again her lips returned to coax yet more cum from my straining balls. With the power of the Band of Tyr in my possession, the Enchantress was just another woman succumbing to me... albeit one with more sexual experience and ability that any I had experienced before. If I were without the ring's tempering feeling of hatred flooding through me, I would surely be her slave forever... an opinion confirmed as I finally spread her thighs apart, my cock instantly disappearing deep into the heart of her cunt. Her cunt... a soft wet velvet sheath of refined ecstasy unlike any I had felt before. She was a fuck beyond all women I had taken before... and truly I was a man unlike any she had experienced in over a millennium of carnal pursuit. It was I who had tamed her, broken her like some kind of wild mare, my orders bludgeoning into her mind as surely as my cock jack-hammered into the deepest recesses of her being. "Be my slave forever!" "YES!" "Worship my cock forever!" "YES!" "Succumb to my cream now and forever!" "YES!" "Take your punishment... forever!" "YES!" "Obey your master!" "YES MASTER! YES MASTER!" She kept repeating the phrase as my final orgasm thundered into her cunt, her body losing all control as I felt her total climax overwhelm her, taking her to the edge of unconsciousness. I had fucked the superiority out of her and bound her to my will... the mighty Enchantress still possessed of all her fantastic power - but now a power that would service me. I heard her whimper in loss as I pulled my cock from her clasping vagina, the subjugation now complete, its hard length now losing its rigidity. Myriad feelings flooded my mind - the sensation of power in having bested the Enchantress at her own game, more dark thoughts emanating from the ring urging me on to performing yet more violations on her body, but perhaps most tellingly I felt sheer anticipation about the upcoming corruption of Wanda, the Scarlet Witch. The Enchantress was the very picture of submission. Standing over her, I again appreciated every perfect curve of her body, but smiled evilly at the dried cum on her face, the flecks remaining on her breasts and the sheer white, wet mess that drenched her cunt and asshole. I did not like the look she gave me as I admired her body... it was sheer allure, an almost self-satisfied expression that despite her enslavement, I was her puppet, bound to her body. "Good master..." she breathed huskily. "Mine body is thy temple of rapture... thy rod my truest delight... use me as thy would..." I lifted my limp cock in one hand, groaning as I let the floodgates open, golden piss cascading from my prick and arcing over her beautiful breasts, over her stomach, before aiming up, catching my most powerful slave full in the face. I had expected resistance but the Enchantress was as good as her word. Her mouth formed an O shape, sucking in my piss-spewing cock, taking the final salty spurts directly into her oral cavity. She was good. She was very good. "Clean yourself up and then find me the Scarlet Witch," I demanded. "Of course, my master." "Oh... and if you restore her mind, you can keep her," I remarked dismissively, pointing at the huddled naked body of my sister. -----== 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 | ----