Message-ID: <12943eli$9807122334@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pegasus777@hotmail.com Subject: NEW: Submission Agenda 22 (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: <6o8nai$555$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 Two: Wanda's End The Scarlet Witch's bondage continued as she faced the final challenge of my carefully prepared gauntlet of submission. The holographic arena had changed again, this time a dark mediaeval dungeon replacing the warm Caribbean jungle scene, the sunlit lushness replaced with the cold stone of Morgan Le Fay's torture chamber, the only light provided by several flicking torches attached to the walls. Le Fay herself sat patiently, studying her captive as she slowly began to emerge from her unconscious state, the dark sorceress' gaze fixated on Wanda's luscious figure. Unlike last time, there had been no attempt to re-clothe the Avenger. Vertically tied, spread-eagled on a wooden cross, Wanda's heavily abused tits and red raw pussy were left open completely for her captors' enjoyment, dried jism caked onto her skin, large flakes of it caught in her pubic muff. "Oh Wanda," the evil sorceress sighed as her prey slowly came to before her. "What am I going to do with you?" "L-Le Fay... s-so you're in on this as well... how many more of you are there?" Wanda's voice was shaky, yet somehow deeper than before... different. "There is just myself... and your master," Le Fay replied, running her hand across the Avenger's thigh, delighting in the obvious sexual response of Wanda's sudden jerking hips. "Your body fair steams to my touch, Witch... could it be that your will is broken too soon?" "I'll tell you what I told the Enchantress - I will never yield to you... or anyone - and who is this 'master'?" "You shall find out soon enough, slut... but how can I entertain myself in the meanwhile? I could summon my guards to rape you but it's clear that you'd probably enjoy it... else I would dearly enjoy the corruption of your magic, yet I find that already a vast blackness consumes your soul..." "I can control it, Le Fay, you won't win." "I suppose it is left to me to rob you of your defiance and prepare you for your master's rod. He has arranged all of this especially for you, my dear slut. I think he will expect you to be slightly more... appreciative once he arrives." "He can go to hell!" Morgan Le Fay turned away from her captive, carefully planning her next move. She correctly surmised that Wanda was using her new darker soul to power her hatred for those who had turned her away from the light. She would need a series of sharp shocks to align her attitude correctly before she was handed over to me. Struck by a sudden impulse, Le Fay shrugged off her figure-hugging dress, turning to allow Wanda to see the full magnificence of her exaggerated hourglass body and the vast swell of her gigantic tits. Le Fay chuckled to herself as she saw the defeated Avenger's gaze dive into the mass of her mammaries, the look one of concentrated lust. Teasing her prey, the dark sorceress moved closer... "Your breasts are... simply..." "Simply what, slut?" "Huge... I... want..." "What do you want?" "I want to... hold them... suck..." Wanda caught her breath as Le Fay pulled off her panties, her shaved pussy drooling in front of the Scarlet Witch's eyes. "Your pussy... so wet..." "Because I want to fuck you, slut..." "Yesssss.... Fuck..." The mediaeval sorceress' body seemed to sway sexily in front of Wanda's eyes, beckoning her to reach out and to stroke her tits, rub her pussy... make her scream in rapture. She strained in her bondage, desperate for sensation. "Your new master took me, bitch. He fucked me until I begged to be his slave... just as you will." "God yessss... want to fuck so bad..." "Then I shall prepare you." Wanda squealed in frustration as Morgan turned away, momentarily leaving the dungeon, returning less than a minute later, two huge snakes in her clutches. Both of the women could feel the concentration of dark evil emanating from the serpents, their long bodies animated with the dark mystic power of Le Fay's twisted magic. Moving into Wanda's mind I could sense her new darker aspect thrilling to the presence of the creatures, whilst the last remaining piece of the whiter-than-white Avenger screamed hopelessly. Morgan took the longer of the two creatures and brought it slowly alongside Wanda's face, the serpent hissing loudly, fangs bared - a confused look of fear and arousal crossing the Scarlet Witch's face. "These creatures were a pair of common mating English vipers a while ago, until they were exposed to my transformation magics," Le Fay began, delighted as Wanda began to hiss back with equal venom at the snake, her face a mask of evil. "Now they serve to pleasure my allies and eliminate my enemies... allow me to demonstrate." The hissing of both snakes grew more intense as Morgan goaded both of them, moving them to within striking distance of Wanda's flesh, before ruthlessly pulling them back before they could sink their teeth into her. After a full minute of this, Le Fay grew tired of the old Wanda's whimpers and simply dropped both of them onto the Avenger's stomach, masturbating her cunt as she watched the snakes each approach a heaving breast before lashing out, biting into her tit flesh savagely. The Scarlet Witch's cries of agony as more venom pumped into her tits was music to Le Fay's ears. Wanda's abused mammaries swelled in allergic reaction to the poison, but as the good true Avenger was slowly absorbed by the evil of the darker one, the searing agony transformed slowly into a euphoric high. "Oh very good my dear bitch-slut," Le Fay complimented, stroking Wanda's cunt gently. "You only feel the rapture of my vipers' venom if you are truly lost to your old self..." The snakes slowly lost interest in their prey's heaving tit mounds and separated, the larger one heading up to Wanda's face, the other slithering south en route to her little cunt. "Wh-what are they doing?" the Avenger asked, at once turned on and repulsed as the serpents continued their purposeful journeys. "I told you that these are a mating couple... I believe the female is ready to lay her eggs. Specifically, she will lay them down your throat." "NO!" Wanda gasped, even her evil aspect repulsed at the ordeal that awaited her. "I would not worry too much, my dear. The eggs only incubate when exposed to the foundations of light magic... it can be quite... uncomfortable when they hatch inside you... but I'm detecting very little nourishment inside your soul now, whore!" The male snake had now reached the junction of Wanda's spread thighs, the creature seemingly appreciating the great beauty of the Scarlet Witch's sex, before slowly it drew forward, running its tongue over her clitoris. The Avenger screamed out loud in pleasure at the feather-light touches of the serpent's forked tongue on her sexual centre, involuntarily climaxing, coating the tops of her inner thighs with delicious fuck cream. "Such a worthy response from such an evil animal," Le Fay sighed, eyes locked on Wanda's ecstatic expression, her mouth hanging tantalisingly open, the egg-bearing female snaking ever closer. "And it's going to be your dark side that saves you. Without the sustenance of light magic, the eggs will break down and die, releasing their own... scum... into your insides." The female's tail began its inevitable descent into Wanda's oral hole, assisted by a firm sucking motion from the Avenger, her tongue dancing across the scaly hide of the serpent. Morgan Le Fay continued rubbing her shaven pussy, turned on as she watched the willing acceptance of snake flesh into Wanda's mouth, lust incited to new levels as the male snake continued exploring her snatch, flicking its tongue over the exposed pink, its head slowly nuzzling between her cuntal lips. Sour-tasting liquid oozed from the rear of the female as the first egg was laid down Wanda's gullet, the Avenger instinctively swallowing even as her cunt revelled in the sensation of evil penetration, the male pushing ever deeper into her, its tongue dancing over her insides, plummeting the Scarlet Witch into an even deeper haze of dark orgasmic lust, her body now an enticing series of writhing curves that I knew beyond doubt would be thoroughly servicing my desires within hours. A good nine inches of the male was now firmly inside Wanda's cunt, the snake itself growing irritated by the lack of any further progress... its anger manifesting itself as its jaws opened, fangs dripping with venom... and then the bite... Wanda's scream of pain... then another as she reached a crescendo of ecstasy... Le Fay's sympathetic climax... Yes, now it was time for the gauntlet to end. The Scarlet Witch was completely lost now... mired in her own evil, her last vestiges of goodness being broken down before my eyes as I felt the eggs seemingly dissolve inside of her, more dark magic coursing through her ravaged body. *Prepare her now Le Fay* I commanded. *Y-yes Master* my mediaeval slave replied, still recovering from her own mighty climax. *Cleanse her, heal her... but fuck her and you shall answer to me* I decided that I would take Wanda to my lounge in the Bedford Towers for her... introduction, a feat easily possible thanks to the transportation magics the Enchantress possessed. Once there I banished my slaves and contemplated my new toy. In a perverse touch I had forced the Enchantress to re-clothe the Avenger in what remained of her costume... a sight that deeply excited me when I finally met the once mighty Scarlet Witch. The bodice of her red costume was in tatters, barely covering her breasts, which I noticed had still not lost any of the swelling Le Fay's vipers had bitten into her. Her hose was ripped open, her beautiful ripe flesh aching for my touch, mere rags covering her snatch as my gaze wandered upwards. I figured that a stiff breeze would easily blow the remnants of her clothing away. "I have to admit that I did not expect my new... master... to be so young," Wanda remarked as she appraised me. "For one of such tender years to devise such a brutal rape..." "I enjoyed it very much, my slave," I replied, not looking her in the face, my eyes still locked onto the exposed, promising flesh. "And that's all that should concern you from now on... my enjoyment." "I was wrong to resist your will... tell me how I may please you." "Just make me want you, Wanda. Make me desire to fuck you more than any of the hundreds I've fucked before." The order was base, depraved, simple and almost brutal... and I knew that the new dark witch before me would not disappoint me. I noticed the hint of a smile as she walked forward until she was just a couple of feet in front of me as I sat, fully clothed, awaiting her... display. "I've dedicated my life to battling evil... and in less than a day you've made that achievement seem... pointless. I'm a woman with needs... needs that I have dismissed in favour of my career as an Avenger... and now I've had those needs savagely fucked back into me..." Her voice was definitely deeper now, a smile widening across my face as with a flash of red finger nails I saw her start to massage her pussy beneath the rags of her distressed costume, her frenzied strumming slowly exposing her swollen mounds of inviting tit. "Evil is so... subjective..." she purred in her husky voice. "What you did to me was pure evil and yet I feel so fucking good. My cunt's so hot... my titties... yes! They're alive now, plump with feeling... It's never... ever... felt like this... fuck!" My gaze was locked onto her breasts, both of which had now jarred free. The voodoo branding on her right tit intrigued me deeply - the spider design was so deeply etched into her flesh, which jiggled enticingly before my eyes. I could even see the red marks on each gorgeous breast where Le Fay's Vipers had bitten so deeply. Blood rushed into my cock, my sudden erection painful in my constricting pants... I could sense that the loss of control would come soon, where my base instincts to shoot my cum deep inside of her would overcome all clear thinking. "I can tell you want me now... such control, I admire that... but your eyes on my tits... I want to give them to you, let you suck and gnaw on them, biting my nipples, driving me out of my mind... I'm just imagining your cum - like a fountain - shooting over my neck and face as my titties crush your cock into orgasm... shit, yeah..." Her hands had left her cunt and were now massaging her large breasts, bringing the nipples into engorged arousal, her finger tracing along the outline of the spider-branding, eyes locked shut in rapture. I remembered the way she had rubbed cum into the symbol during her tribal gang bang and realised that somehow it afforded her great pleasure to have her jet-black flesh manipulated and rubbed. "I'm gonna give everything to you, master, everything... use me like the fucking slave I am... cum in my mouth, coat my tits... just save a little for my burning cunt and ass..." With that she reversed herself, the firm cheeks of her buttocks exposed from under the rags of her costume, her legs spread, her hands reaching behind her, ripping open the distressed red hose. Following that she leaned forwards, the rest of the rags falling from her body, leaving her just with the remnants of the hose, her scarlet elbow-length gloves... even her head-dress fell off as she leaned forwards, looking back at me from between her legs, bracing herself with her hands rested on her kneecaps. "Come fuck me," she hissed, her monstrous twin mammaries framed by her shapely thighs, her vast mane of dark red hair the epitome of beauty. I could not resist and rose slowly, pulling off my pants, allowing my prick to spring free from my underwear, discarding the rest of my clothing quickly in a business-like series of movements, my face betraying no emotion as I ran my hand across her ass. I dug deeply into her cleft, running my finger over her anus, sensing the complete relaxation there... I guessed that all of her holes were ready for me now, but which would I choose? I walked around her, her head rising as my prick nudged into her hair... but there was something else too, a sense of discomfort in Wanda's expression. I quickly forgot about this as I pulled her chin upwards, drawing her quivering lips level with my cock, the order not even needing to be said. Within seconds my glans was between those lips, her tongue coming forward to tease excitement from my tool, pre-cum already leaking from the slit - nectar that was greatly accepted by the appreciative cum slut, who moaned at the taste. "On your knees, slut... make me cum in your mouth." She instantly dropped down, using her now free hands to fully encircle my cock, continuing her fine tongue-teasing, pulling on the shaft with her fingers, breaking off occasionally once or twice as the expressions of discomfort once again crossed her face. I was too absorbed in my upcoming release to pay any attention to her worries and it had little effect on me when I did cross the point of no return, my hands jamming my cock deep into her throat as the first spurts of conditioning cream leapt into Wanda's body... just as she experienced another sudden searing pain in her guts. Despite my orgasm I felt it too, the Phoenix Force telepathy letting me know that something was wrong. Combined with the gag reflex, it proved too much for my slave, who vomited black slime over my prick, which I quickly withdrew in shock. "Please master... it's the breakdown of the viper eggs... please..." Her plaintive cries were lost on me as I watched the ooze absorb itself into my cock, doubling, tripling, the wondrous orgasmic sensations Wanda's mouth had given me. I felt the evil of the dark magic I had exposed the Scarlet Witch to blast through my very being, my personal evil magnified ten thousand times as the distilled scum spread like wildfire through me. All thought left me, with only a single purpose remaining. Throughout Wanda's final ordeal, my spurting cum was splashing over my new slave in a near-constant stream of white, the veins of my cock now jet-black with the snake scum. I took her tits first, burying my cock between them, my hands squeezing them tightly in a sexual rage I had not experienced before, my mess shooting vertically upwards, over her cheeks, her open mouth, into her eyes and up her nostrils. Despite the orgasm, I felt my lusts increase still further and I slammed her down on the ground, pulling her legs apart savagely and burying myself deep into her cunt in one sudden piercing thrust, causing a scream of pain-lust from Wanda as I brutally ransacked her cuntal treasures, the cock alive with feeling, my mind able to appreciate every fold of her clutching inner tunnel, each savagely instinctual thrust bringing more of her girl juices forth, coating my pole which reciprocated with more gushing man-seed sent deep inside of her. I dug deeper into her, anxious to claim the climax that was rightfully mine. Wanda responded wonderfully to my brutality, beginning by just allowing me to have my way with her before slowly pleasuring me still further, starting a deliciously thrilling pussy massage, her inner muscles flexing around my rampaging cock. I opened my eyes, gazing into wonderful evil as Wanda reciprocated the look. "That's it, master, give me everything you've got... yeah... that's it... deeper... wetter... fuck!" Her words were punctuated with groans as I continued bucking into her, my full-on climax seemingly as far away as ever it had been. "Good master... let the evil consume you... feel the lust for power as I have... fuck me harder... harder damn you!" I could feel the egg scum permeate my mind now, an acute desire for power overwhelming me, its fires burning higher with each fucking thrust into her sodden pussy. I could feel her hands on my buttocks, forcing me even deeper with each thrust, a solitary finger seeking out my anus, rimming the edge with my own cum before dipping inside. I knew then that my own sexual powers were not enough. In the crazed lust of the moment I wanted physical power - I wanted the ability to force my way inside the cunt of any woman, sending my seed into her womb, making her my slave through violence. In a sense my mind broke, a fiery madness of maniacal evil overwhelming me. I was falling into a quagmire of fuck lust, Wanda taking me deeper with her filthy talk, enticing still further me into depravity. I remembered little from the following hour or so, just the incessant demands of my slave as she pulled me into her soul-darkened world. "Fuck my ass... deeper... more cum... spank me... harder... drown me in it, master... more..." I remember her choking, her face turning blue as my cock ransacked her throat, her gasps for breath providing the most excellent sensations on my meat, cum shooting through her nostrils as it continued to gush forth, before she passed out through lack of oxygen. The orgasm had been near continuous... god knows where all the cum had arrived from, suffice to say that by the time Wanda was unconscious, she was coated almost completely, inside and out. There was physically no other way I could fuck her and still I remained unsatisfied. I needed power - raw power - in order to truly get my nut off... I instantly thought of the old Ms Marvel, now Warbird, an exceptional creature blessed with the kind of body that only superhuman strength could maintain. Rogue had proved to me that such creatures were well worth fucking, but Warbird was in another class... possessed of an Amazonian physique that I would dearly love to take by force, making her beg for it before I finally blasted the ultimate climax into her. It was a fantasy for sure, but on an instinctual level I could not help but think that the means to the end was so close that I could almost touch it... -----== 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 | ----