Message-ID: <12942eli$9807122334@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pegasus777@my-dejanews.com Subject: NEW: Submission Agenda 21 (X-Men/Marvel, MF, FF, nc, md) 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: <6o8n6e$4gd$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 Twenty One: Voodoo Poison I bathed myself in the high of Wanda Maximoff's fear as she regained consciousness, aware of her perceptions as she absorbed the tribal scene surrounding her. The natives were going mad as Calypso danced around the sacrificial altar, occasionally running her hands over Wanda's body, her long fingernails digging into the Scarlet Witch's flesh, sending even more terror into her stricken form. As far as I knew, these two sorcerous women had never met before and I thrilled at the challenge ahead of both these accomplished magic users. Wanda's pure magic in concert with her hex powers made her a formidable adversary, but without her mutant capabilities I wondered just how she would fare against the crazed Calypso - a woman who had long ago sacrificed her own immortal soul in exchange for raw voodoo power. Phoenix had carried out her research well before taking possession of this primitive woman. Wanda would have little knowledge of the arcade powers of Calypso's magic - a sorcerous might that thrived on corruption. Would Wanda's link to her magical power base save her or damn her? The rhythmic drum beat grew in intensity as Calypso danced wantonly around Wanda's body, slowly stripping herself of her jungle vestments to the Witch's amazed gaze. Despite her victory over the Enchantress in the last part of the gauntlet, I could still feel her attraction towards the voluptuous black woman beneath the veneer of her terror. Perhaps her victory had not been quite so complete as she had imagined. It certainly wasn't my imagination - Wanda's mind struggled to repel her brazen lust as she hungrily eyed Calypso's now exposed, jiggling breasts, nipples erect with the arousal of her coming debasement... the Scarlet Witch began to twist in her bondage, attempting to escape as her fear intensified with the upping tempo of the drums. The circle around the writhing bodies began to contract as the men stared lustfully at their voodoo mistress, some pulling out their erect cocks, jerking slowly, eyes locked on the tableau before them. Their excitement increased as Calypso mounted the altar, rubbing her crotch across Wanda's stomach in time to the pounding jungle drums, her leopard skin thong slowly coming loose until she was completely naked, wiping her leaking cunt juice over Wanda's costume. A cry of approval ran through the tribe as she reached back and pulled out her sacrificial knife from the discarded costume, Wanda screaming in fear as the voodoo priestess ran the flat of the blade over her face and down over her exposed cleavage. A loud, long burst of evil laughter escaped Calypso as she turned the sharp blade around, digging into the red costume, revealing more and more of Wanda's succulent tit flesh until both of her beautiful orbs were on display for the sex-crazed tribe. Calypso leaned over, licking Wanda's cheek as she rubbed her own smaller breasts over her prisoner's luxuriant curves, laughing to herself as she felt the nipples below her tighten, harden and expand in arousal. Calypso reached under herself, coating her hand with her own drooling pussy liquids, bringing them up to Wanda's mouth, her hip-thrusts picking up speed as she watched the Scarlet Witch willingly lick her fingers clean. Smiling at Wanda's submission she reached down and with a feat of lust-crazed strength pulled open the rest of the Scarlet Witch's tunic, exposing her entire torso to the baying masses. Wanda's fear was quickly abating, replaced with a burning need deep inside her cunt. She could not explain to herself why she was feeling like this, but the sensation of flesh against flesh... breast against breast... those pounding drums. I knew that Calypso had planned it this way, her body exuding a voodoo chemical almost narcotic in nature, drugging Wanda into sexual oblivion. At the same time I suspected that the ordeal she'd experienced with the Enchantress was also playing its part in her descent. But would Calypso's magic prove more powerful than the Scarlet Witch's? The priestess turned around on her victim, Wanda sighing as Calypso's toned black buttocks faced her, her tormentor ripping open her scarlet hose, ripping off the bottom end of her costume, exposing her overheated pussy, leaving the heroine with only her head dress and scarlet gloves still in place. Rubbing her slobbering cunt over each of Wanda's tits, Calypso leaned over, her hands seeking out her prey's pussy, stroking her until she gushed her girl juice over her hand. A triumphant yell of lust echoed through the clearing as Calypso lifted her hand, showing it to crowd, allowing Wanda's cunt juices to fall through her fingers back onto the Witch's pussy, the crazed voodoo rapist leaning over to lick up the precious fluids, before dipping forward, catching her erect clit between her lips, nibbling on it tenderly as Wanda screamed in desire beneath her. Calypso changed position, moving her thickly haired black muff over Wanda's lips, grinding into her face as she once more leaned forward and expertly aroused the Avenger's perfectly trimmed little pussy. I could sense the final conflict resolved as Wanda's tongue tentatively left her mouth and sought out her voodoo lover's clit, sighing as she tasted Calypso's musk, her tongue digging deeper in an effort to taste more, all the while her body responding to the constant tonguing on her own womanhood. Fuelled by the voodoo-induced lusts coursing through her, Calypso reached orgasm quickly, pointing her head to the sky, screaming inhumanly as she came, drenching Wanda's face, smearing her honey over her features as she ground her hips over her cheeks, nose, mouth and forehead. She laughed as she dismounted the Scarlet Witch, leaving her bound victim crying with need and frustration as the sweet sensation left her cunt, which burned with pent-up desire. Calypso knelt next to the altar, head bowed as she recovered energy, drawing power from the incessant drum beats that powered through her frame, her body absorbing the lusts of her tribe as the ring around her closed in again, more of her men pulling out their engorged black cocks, masturbating in rhythm to the drums, awaiting the moment their mistress desired for their orgasmic release and the primal power it would unleash. The voodoo priestess sprung back on her legs again, the drums gaining volume as she returned to her arousing dance, drawing more energy from her tribe by dancing close to their pulling cocks, allowing her musk to fill their nostrils, spurring on their lust to even greater heights, before calling into the crowds in her own language, the meaning lost on myself, the Enchantress and of course Wanda. The drums ceased suddenly, the crowds parting as a heavily decorated man emerged seemingly from the undergrowth, carrying a bucket of what looked like red blood and a small wooden box. From the man's outrageous garb I suspected him to be the witch doctor of the tribe... certainly he was the only man here who wore a mask to conceal his features. I saw Calypso smile and Wanda cringe in fear as the man drew closer to the bound Avenger, dipping his finger into the blood and bringing it up to Wanda's right breast, beginning an intricate finger-painting on the flesh of her tit. The design was immaculate and for all the world it looked like a highly detailed spider - almost like a blood red tattoo on her pale white skin. The artwork was superb, yet quickly daubed on Wanda's flesh and I could sense her mixture of confusion, fear and continued arousal... a fire in her pussy being stoked still further by Calypso's toying of her clit. After the witch doctor was satisfied with his work, he stepped back, handing the small wooden box to Calypso, who somewhat reluctantly pulled away from her toying of Wanda's drenched cunt. In the background, the drums began again, a slow tempo slowly increasing. I began to feel heightened terror emanate from the Scarlet Witch, her fear increasing as she noted that even Calypso was handling the wooden box with some caution, gingerly opening it almost at arm's length, before gently tipping it upside down, a small black mass landing softly on Wanda's belly. The smile returned to Calypso's face as she registered the complete dread, fright and horror on Wanda's face as she stared wide-eyed at the small, black spider that was slowly crawling up her stomach. The arachnid was quite tiny, certainly not anywhere near the size of a tarantula, yet it looked extremely menacing, with a bulbous abdomen with a small red hour glass motif on its back. I'm certainly not any kind of spider expert, but I knew a black widow when I saw one and I recoiled in some horror as I watched it crawling slowly up Wanda's body, the Avenger herself frozen solid in absolute fear, tears streaming from her eyes as the spider continued scuttle up her torso, drawn by the bloody artwork adorning her quivering tit flesh. The drums gathered more speed the closer the arachnid got to Wanda's proffered breast, until it slowly climbed the large mound, Wanda screwing her eyes shut, her body still reporting the feel of the spider on her tit despite all her best efforts to blot out the sensations. "What's happening here, Enchantress?" I asked, turning to my goddess-slave, demanding answers. "If she dies because of that... I'll..." "Worry not, master," she replied reassuringly, massaging my shoulders from behind. "Thine anger be righteous, yet the ceremony thou seest serves our ends admirably." Once again the drums ceased, the spider now sitting stationary on the Scarlet Witch's blood-painted breast, Calypso muttering a tribal incantation to herself as her tribesmen remained frozen, their attention given exclusively on the victim lying atop their sacrificial altar. The priestess rose, tentatively reaching out a single finger towards the arachnid, slowly running her finger down its back. In response the spider's abdomen shot straight down into Wanda's voluminous tit flesh, the Scarlet Witch screaming in sharp, sudden agony as the small creature bit down savagely into her breast, the Avenger reeling from the dark toxins pumped into her body. She had expected the bite to end quickly, yet this spider would not stop - instead it strove to bite deeper into her flesh, sending more of its deadly venom deep into her body. The drums began again, quickly reaching a vicious tempo as the Scarlet Witch bucked in searing torment under the black widow spider, Calypso looking on unmoved as she watched the spider drain off its reservoir of poison into her victim, continuing to mutter her dark voodoo incantations. I did not fully understand what was going on... all I could see was the slut I desired slowly dying in front of me. I lifted up my hand, brandishing the Band of Tyr in front of the Enchantress. "Tell me now exactly what is going on... or I'll make sure you receive worse treatment, slut!" "The Scarlet Witch undergoes the tribal rite of lustful possession, used by Calypso's forefathers in turning powerful witches into their sluts..." the Enchantress answered, continuing the relaxing massage on my shoulders. "The venom of the black widow is quickly tempered with an incantation that pollutes and debases her magic... moulding her power in new, intriguing directions. Watch!" I did just that, looking on in amazement as Calypso bowed her head in concentration, continuing her incantation, bringing her hand over the venomous widow, slowly crushing it onto Wanda's breast. She arched her neck back, yelling at the skies once more as the power of her spell was brought to bear, the widow seemingly vaporising under her hand, smoke pouring from Wanda's tit as the Avenger screamed at the scorching, burning heat that savagely assaulted her tender flesh. Once again I noticed the circle of men draw closer. Now they were less than a couple of feet away from Calypso and the Scarlet Witch, jerking their cocks in time to the continuous drum beat, some of the less-prepared men straining with effort in order to stop themselves ejaculating. Whatever surge of naked sexual power Calypso needed, it physically couldn't be contained for much longer. The voodoo bitch's hand drew away from Wanda's still smoking tit flesh, the Scarlet Witch instantly looking down to see what damage had been done. Apart from a few black ashes, the spider itself was gone, as was the agony of its venom, but the Avenger swallowed in fear as she realised that the intricate blood-red artwork on her breast had now been replaced by a jet-black rendition burnt into her flesh. She whimpered as she saw that she had effectively been branded with the spider motif, its edges clearly evident. Inside her, I could feel the dark voodoo power gather and assault her sanity, attacking her instinctual and intimate connection with the magical power base she drew upon... and yet still I detected her resistance... powered now only by a supreme force of will. Seeking to seal her fate, Calypso beckoned her followers forward. What followed was a near constant display of orgasmic release. The first man pulled himself off quickly, pushing himself over the edge by wiping his black cock head over the blackened flesh on her tit, Wanda crying out loud at the painful sensations as rope after rope of white cum spurted out across her breast, especially painful when the white, salty jism seeped into the branded area of her skin. This cock was replaced simultaneously with two more, one sliding along her lips, seeking entrance into her mouth, the other pushed roughly into her cunt where she felt the foul cream shoot deep into her womb, even as her lips were coated with the other man's ejaculate. The orgasmic power seemed tangible in the air and I could feel the darkness in Wanda's soul expand with each new climax, the Avenger struggling valiantly to hold on as her very soul was consumed by darkness. Calypso watched on, arms folded, a satisfied look of curiosity on her face as she watched the Scarlet Witch's face get coated with three more loads of cum simultaneously, thrilling to herself as she finally saw the Avenger's tongue dart out to collect the liquid. Unbinding the near naked heroine with her ceremonial knife, Calypso looked on as Wanda began to accept each new cock with ever-increasing desire - the blackness inside of her expanding exponentially. Both the Enchantress and I looked on rapt as she simply screamed: "FUCK ME!" Black cocks danced around her for around an hour to come, each one expertly drained as Wanda took load after load on her face and tits, now oblivious to the pain of the voodoo branding, wantonly scooping up the cream to massage into the black spider on her tit. Her cunt and ass were also kept busy, sometimes simultaneously, the high point for me watching Wanda suck deeply on a large black cock whilst another man straddled her tits, plundering her cleavage with deep cock strokes, the Avenger herself pressing her breasts together to aid his release. Beneath her another man rammed brutally into her ass whilst her spread legs allowed access for another lust-crazed native to jam his tool deeply inside of her cum-coated cunt. All the time, the drums continued playing out, Wanda's body brutally ravished in time to the beat. The ceremony reached its conclusion when the witch doctor returned, contemplating the final state of the Scarlet Witch. Countless loads of jism painted her face, her tits completely covered without exception, multiple ropes of cum staining her stomach and a veritable puddle leaking all over her cunt and thighs. Her red raw asshole seemed to wink rhythmically, and each time it opened, fresh white cream dribbled out. The witch doctor pulled out his own huge cock, pulling back the foreskin and resting the vast tool on Wanda's lips, expectantly waiting for the Scarlet Witch to open her mouth for him, which she duly did. Sensing her capitulation, he pulled her head back and buried his tool deep in her throat in one thrust, fucking brutally into her until he spurted his cream deep inside of her gullet, before pulling back and straining out the last few drops into her mouth. However, by this time, Wanda had long since passed into unconsciousness, a state where the dark magic coursing within her would grow ever more powerful. "Thy scheme gains one more recruit..." the Enchantress breathed, stroking herself to what I suspected would be yet another crashing masturbation-induced climax. "Maybe... but the gauntlet is not yet complete. She still needs to feel the evil of Morgan Le Fay before she submits to my cock. If she yields to her, fine, if she doesn't we'll have more sport from poor Wanda yet." -----== 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 | ----