Message-ID: <13416eli$9807271205@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pegasus777@hotmail.com Subject: NEW: Submission Agenda 24 (X-Men/Marvel, MF, FF, NC, MC, Inter) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6pg53o$r2m$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Here for your enjoyment is chapter 24 and 25 of Submission Agenda. There's not quite as much story here I usually prefer uploading, but hopefully there should be enough to keep you fully occupied until a more sizeable portion is posted. As usual, all comments, suggestions, encouragement are more than welcome to pegasus777@hotmail.com. Previous Instalments of Submission Agenda posted to ASSM can be located at: http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/jul.html Alternatively, I highly recommend the HTML friendly version located at the fine Grey Archive: http://www2.fenetre.co.uk/pyros/archive.htm Chapter Twenty Four: Riker's Island Rapist I didn't fuck Felicia Hardy straight away although I clearly had the inclination to do just that. To be frank, at the time I just couldn't think of a vicious enough treatment for her ripe body... and it's probably just as well that I didn't touch her straight away. The Scarlet Witch took to her immediately, finding that her body was bathed in a probability-warping aura that somehow protected her from serious harm. That explained how my somewhat thorough facial failed to... get her in the mood... for the more serious sexual treatment I had planned for her. Wanda decided that she would be the ideal candidate to strip away that irritating confidence that super heroism seems give to these self-appointed costumed protectors, her own mutant probability-based hex powers making her the easy choice for dealing with the Black Cat. She took her task to heart, planning and even researching before her work on Felicia was ready to begin. During this time I watched her labours, enjoying the obvious relish she put into the task. The prelude to her actual, "practical" work was most pleasant indeed. Wanda needed a sizeable sample of my pre-cum - the spunk that super-sensitises girl flesh and implants a deep need for cock - like an itch that simply must be scratched. She extracted it like a pro, making me strip before she herself begun to disrobe. I had noted that in recent days Wanda had taken to wearing a darker version of her usual costume. The scarlet hue had been turned into jet black, her hose replaced by lacy stockings, whilst the bodice of her uniform was of a black see-through material, allowing me to see those vast tits and the similarly black spider motif burnt into her flesh. Long black satin gloves stretched from her fingers to her elbows whilst a small g-string barely covered her pussy, the only element of modesty coming from a richly flowing black cape which replaced her old red one. That was the first thing to crumple in a heap on the ground as she began to reveal herself to me. I was already naked, erect and lying on her bed, watching her come towards me, the bodice quickly removed to show her large heaving bosoms, her fingers pulling at the satin gloves before they too joined her cloak on the floor. Then she joined me, crawling on all fours in between my out-stretched legs, her breath on my thighs as she locked her lascivious gaze on my pulsing prick. I yearned for her to reach forward, to trap my cock between those tits, or else feel her tongue explore the head. Instead, she merely leaned slightly forward, resting her chin on her hands, watching me, watching her. The sight was hugely erotic. Wanda's pendulous tits hung down, crushed into the sheets, and past the cascade of dark hair I could see her perfectly formed back, the rise of her delicious buttocks and then the expanse of her stockinged legs below. I could feel my prick on the threshold of giving up the pre-cum mess that I knew she desired. I was close... so close, anxious for our sex to begin. We had not touched each other since Phoenix's exposure to the viper scum and right now I felt a huge urge to be inside of her... but this time I allowed her to play her game until she had what she wanted. And then I would remind her why she calls me 'master'. The wait was excruciating... but finally I sensed her about to begin as her tongue left her mouth, moistening her slut-painted red lips, before they formed a small O. She got the pre-cum she so desired by simply blowing over the exposed glans, making me cross the threshold of arousal, pulses of the clear, viscous fluid pouring from the slit. Bitter-sweet feelings of release and pent-up lust coursed through me as I continued issuing forth the precious cream, Wanda finally reaching forward with her hands, revealing a thin condom which she expertly slipped onto my cock before circling her thumb and index finger about the base of my shaft, toying with me with a slow rubbing. "How does this feel?" she asked with a forced innocence, smiling at the strained expression on my face. "Uhhh... t-too slow..." I replied, my cock aching for more friction, the tip of the rubber starting to expand as my pre-cum oozed forth. "No, it's just right," Wanda purred, slowing the rubbing, teasing me still further - I wouldn't be able to take much more of this before I raped the bitch. "You see, if I give you more, we'll have that nasty white cum of yours and I don't think Felicia is ready for that... not yet." "I'm gonna fuck you hard for this, bitch!" "Oh I hope so, master, I really do. I know exactly how this must feel to you. But I guarantee you that its use on our new toy will pleasure you immensely." Wanda's malevolence was thick in the air now, her eyes locked on the slowly inflating condom. "Your fluids will force her into acts that will destroy her, you know that don't you?" Wanda danced on a dangerous line. So far she had been successful in heightening my arousal, keeping me on the edge, my body still pumping out the pre-cum I use to ready my sluts for my pleasure, but soon I would move on to ejaculating my coital creams - the liquids my body creates to bring about the mental and physical bonding of slave to master. Just looking at her brought on the urges to leak that cum right now and I fought the powerful lusts with every inch of my will. It was not easy; Wanda's body was on display before me, ready for sex. I wouldn't need to use any of my power on her - she was already making a damp patch on the sheets, her whole being immensely turned on to the tasks that awaited her... and the resultant wrath I would fuck into her in exchange for this necessary teasing. The tip of my cock was turning a deep red as I began to lose the battle to control my natural longings. But it was enough, Wanda carefully pulling off the condom and tying the end up, successfully limiting the spillage of my cream. The necessary tortures were over with and the ex-Avenger smiled up at me, knowing what was to happen to her. "Use me," she whispered, rising onto her knees, thrusting out her engorged mammaries towards me, my hands rising to meet them, to knead them violently, all the while my cock dribbling the white cum I knew her cunt would soon be consuming. I took time to caress and explore the spider branding on her tit, feeling the ridges of flesh where the design had been burnt into her, realising that this was an intensely erogenous zone for her as she shut her eyes tightly and trembled beneath my hands. I scooped up some the leaking cream and rubbed it into the blackened flesh, feeling her convulse in orgasm, my tongue diving in her mouth as she came. Once the euphoria of orgasm passed, her hands slid downwards, between my legs, one milking my cock whilst the other tickled the underside of my scrotum. I moaned into her mouth as our kiss continued, the Witch sucking on my tongue and tracing it with her own, as though it were my prick thrusting deeply into her maw. With each pull on my cock, a flume of white jism shot out, coating her stomach and slowly leaking into her pubic hair and into her snatch. The first drop to touch her clit brought about its instant erection, the little bud breaking out of its hood. The second drop hit it directly and again she came hard, breaking the kiss and screaming her release in my embrace as more leaked onto her snatch. "Very, very good," she hissed, still panting from her rapture. "I'm surprised you didn't just fuck me there and then. To be honest, I wish you had..." "Oh really," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Maybe I've just got better self-control that you would imagine, bitch." "Or maybe you've forgotten what you really are... Maybe you've gone soft 'making love' with your model slut," she chuckled evilly, seemingly looking down on me with a superior attitude. "Let me make you feel like a real man again - a man fit to use me." With that she dived down onto my cock, her mouth enveloping it instantly. I tensed as something sharp grazed my hardened meat... there it was again... and again. Suddenly Wanda bit into my prick, two pin-pricks on the top of the shaft, another pair below. The euphoria was instant, overwhelming - a vast tidal wave of hideous darkness coursing through my cock en route to my mind, blotting out everything save one savage urge. She went limp when I pulled her brutally from my shaft, only paying a small amount of attention to the four fangs Wanda had seemingly grown. My cock throbbed with power, and looking down I once again noticed the black veins sticking out through the white skin. Black slime oozed from the puncture marks where Wanda had bitten me, inky cum oozed from the slit on the tip, but it didn't matter. Only one thing concerned me... the feeling of cock in pussy - a wondrous sensation heightened a thousand times as I shoved myself as deep into her cunt as possible, feeling the lining of her pussy walls relax to accommodate my rampaging pole, each thrust more savage than the last, my fist pounding on the bed next to her head with each surge inside my slave. "Yes master! Fuck me master!" she squealed as I pounded into her. "Deeper! Harder! Faster! Yesssss!" I bit down hard on her branded tit flesh as I finally reached the zenith of my orgasm, bringing her to the same level of rapture as the abuse of her symbol of corruption gave her the sexual release she craved. She hissed in post-orgasmic ecstasy as jet-black jism oozed from her cunt and leaked across her puckered asshole. "Nice fangs," I remarked, watching as her canines receded back into her gums, their purpose complete. "You know the power of one viper egg... I've absorbed many more. Consequently I now have their venom at my command, a corrupting magic almost as effective as your own... methods." "I take it Felicia's going to be your next victim?" I enquired, my mind awash with images of the delectable Black Cat spiralling into the very corruption she fought against. "I must declare that I am very... intrigued to see how the venom affects the pure-hearted. Yes, I might experiment on her, but I've learned some more arcane arts which will be of equal... amusement. We shall see how they will be best employed." "Excellent..." *** Felicia Hardy couldn't believe her eyes when she first met the new (and dare I say it) improved Scarlet Witch. Her first instinct was to rush Wanda, to use her enviable martial arts skills to beat off her opponent and gain freedom. The Witch looked on amused as the Black Cat's ankle gave way beneath her as she sprung, causing her to sprawl on the ground. "I've been playing around with your 'bad luck' powers," my dark angel confided, prodding Felicia with her toe, "since my own mutant capabilities rest in warping probabilities. It was a simple matter to reverse and strengthen your own aura. Any kind of attack will result in a most unfortunate response. How's the ankle?" "Fine," Felicia hissed through clenched teeth, massaging her foot tenderly. "I'm glad you've put on your costume," Wanda noted, proffering her hand to Felicia and pulling back to her feet. "Well, you dumped me in here stark naked and it was the only form of clothing available... look, just what do you want from me?" "Oh don't ask me that please Felicia," Wanda replied, licking her lips and running a gloved hand across Felicia's breasts. "The master has asked me to prepare you for his pleasure, so I have devised a little reunion for you." "Master? The kid who fucked Mary Jane Watson?" "Yes and came over your face, bitch. Remember that." Felicia scowled, the image of my cock in front of her face, the white cream jetting over her features, across her lips and up her nose as I pulled free from MJ's wonderfully clenching asshole. Huh, I love telepathy. "So you're going to reunite me with your boy rapist, right?" "Oh no," Wanda smiled before laughing. "I've got a far more stimulating encounter arranged for you." Calling upon her ever-growing mystic prowess, the Witch waved her hand across the air in front of Felicia, an image forming before her eyes. I could see a prison cell, small, cramped, with one table and a bed. But who was the hulking black man lying on it? "Holy s-shit..." Felicia murmured her voice breaking with some element of fear. "Dennis Jackson!" "That's right my dear," Wanda cheerily replied. "The most notorious serial rapist in New York's history. Thanks to you he's four years into a life sentence." "The whole city was looking for him. If it hadn't been me it would have Spider-Man... or Daredevil!" "Of course, but try telling him that. He still can't believe he was beaten by a woman. A white woman no less." "He's a fucking animal!" Felicia retorted, tears welling up in her eyes. "Oooh yes," the Witch cooed, "His arrest report was fascinating. He'd fucked his way through a mother and her three teenaged daughters before you stopped him from raping her little 12-year-old niece. I don't think he was too happy about that. Such stamina though... fucked through them all one after the other while their mom watched... Swore something about giving you the same treatment one day..." "... but ten times worse," Felicia ended the quotation, shuddering at the memory as the police had taken Jackson away. "So you're going to indulge him... let him rape me in front of you, yes?" "Oh no!" Wanda replied in mock shock. "How can it be rape if you're begging for it?" Wanda waved her arms dramatically, drawing upon her enhanced mystic powers to warp space and carry both herself and Felicia across the city, deep into the bowels of the Riker's Island penitentiary. "I've arranged a little mystical privacy around Dennis's cell," explained Wanda as she pushed Felicia ahead of her, the pair of them walking down the grey corridor. "If any one checks on him, they'll just see him lying on his bed. Saying that though, I daresay that they'd want a piece of your ass once they see you with the bad boy... ah, here we are." I could sense Felicia's blood run cold as she turned to face the barred entrance to Jackson's cell. Wanda stood behind her, running her fingers through the Black Cat's platinum mane, smiling as she produced a vial containing my pre-cum. "Dennis? I believe there's someone here who wants to meet you." The vast black figure jumped up from his bed and turned to face the two women, a slow, toothless smile crossing his face as he saw the Black Cat right in front of him, his cock slowly rousing as he eyed Wanda's stockinged legs and semi-exposed tit flesh. "What do we have here?" he asked, his voice a low growl, his muscular frame advancing to the barred door, Felicia backing into Wanda's unyielding body. "A pair of white whores in need of black cock." "Black Cat here is feeling real bad about the severity of your prison sentence, Dennis," Wanda remarked, smiling at the serial rapist. "She's heard that you haven't had a woman in four years. I think she wants to help." "'Zat so?" Jackson pondered, realising that the Witch wasn't going to let him down. "I've had four long years to think about what I'd wanna do to this fucking whore... give it to me!" "Hmmmmm... okay, but we play this by the rules. I don't want Black Cat here doing anything against her will... she's got to want it. It'll be my job to make sure that she does." I could see now where some of Wanda's research had gone - since the rapist had greeted them with little surprise it was pretty evident that the Witch had already visited once... Wanda unstoppered the vial and coated her finger with my juices, before quickly reaching forward and rubbing the pre-cum over Felicia's lips, prodding into her mouth and rubbing more of the lust-inducing liquid onto the tip of her tongue. "My mouth... on fire!" Felicia wailed, her tongue snaking out to lick off the cream, her hands coming up to wipe it off... but it was too late - the super-absorbing fluids were in her system now. "Show her that monster cock, Dennis," Wanda ordered, starting to move forward, pushing Felicia towards the bars. "I think she's quite hungry... make that ravenous!" Felicia whimpered in fear as the rapist dropped his pants in front of her, pulling out his black cock, fisting it into full erection before her eyes, pulling back his foreskin just as a glob of his own pre-cum oozed from the slit at the head of the glans. She turned to face Wanda, a mixture of fear and growing arousal clouding her beautiful features. "Please! Don't do this! My m-mouth... the burning!" "Give into it, Felicia, I think we both know how you put the fire out." Dennis was at the bars now, his large cock poking through just inches away from the trembling Black Cat. Wanda applied the gentlest pressure to Felicia's shoulders, pushing her down, expecting some resistance but smiling broadly as she slumped down onto her knees quickly, her pouting lips now not more than two inches away from the leaking cock-head in front of her. "Suck it you fucking white whore!" shouted Dennis, desperately straining to thrust more of his cock through the bars. "Yes, suck it, Felicia," Wanda whispered, kneeling down and running her fingertip over her prey's lips, wracking her body with the promise of release from the terrible burning. Felicia edged closer, her nose now able to smell the rank odour of Jackson's cock, the aroma just adding to the heady feelings coursing through her mind and body, her tongue beginning to snake out, slowly approaching the black wet cock-head in front of her. The burning was replaced by a feeling of sheer satisfaction as the tip of her tongue finally made contact with the straining tip. "Shit! Yes! YES!" screamed Jackson as Felicia moaned beneath him at the feelings she experienced just from this tiny contact. "Need... cock..." Felicia mumbled, eyes locked on the shaft, her hand slowly coming up to massage his scrotum. Eagerly her tongue shot out and began a more thorough exploration of Jackson's cock-head, licking into the slit and bringing her burning lips to bear against the shaft, taking the glans into her mouth and sucking ferociously as more pre-cum oozed from the head. "Yes, Felicia, yes..." Wanda sighed into her prey's ear, smearing more of my juices onto her fingers and then wiping them across the Black Cat's cheeks, the heroine squealing at the new burning sensations, pulling out the prick from her mouth and rubbing it over the affected areas, giving into the feelings even as her soul screamed out in despair. "Gonna fuck you kitty bitch! Gonna fuck you good! Fuck your cunt! Fuck your white titties! YES!" Felicia learned quickly that more tongue work on the base of the glans gave her more pre-cum and she soon returned to a regular rhythm, not knowing that Jackson was fully intent on covering her with his cum. She gasped as she felt the thick tool spasm in her mouth, pulse after pulse of thick warm cream coating the roof of her oral cavity. She pulled back quickly, Wanda jerking her face up by the chin as more streams of white jism landed on her features, forming a sick white criss-crossing over her nose, cheeks, eyes and chin. Felicia felt the burning abate as the cum soaked her skin, rubbing her on-fire mouth over the ejaculating slit, drawing another gasp from Jackson as more cream shot straight onto her pursed lips. When it was over, Felicia collapsed into a foetal ball in front of Jackson, Wanda alternately stroking her hair to comfort her and rubbing the thick cum into her face until she slowly regained her composure, returning to her kneeling position. Both the Witch and Jackson watched intently as a solitary drip of cum travelled the length of Felicia's face, falling from her chin and disappearing into her exposed cleavage. Wanda licked her lips as she leaned forward and slowly began to pull away Felicia's costume away from her shoulders. "Yeah, show me those titties," Jackson demanded, hand returning to his cock, pulling it back into erection with a savage fisting action. "Gonna fuck 'em good... I already got another wad of my mess waiting for you sweetheart." Tears welled up in Felicia's eyes as she sat still, allowing Wanda to continue to slowly unclothe her, her stretch fabric costume slowly yielding her fabulous tits to her rapist's rabid gaze. "Fuck yeah!" exclaimed Jackson as he watched Felicia's plump mammaries spill out from her costume. "They can't be real... can they?" Felicia ignored the question until Wanda grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, brutally pulling her head back. "Answer him, slut!" "Y-yes... it's all natural," Felicia confirmed, looking self-consciously at her exposed breasts. The Witch pushed her toy forwards, right against the harsh cold of the metal bars that separated her from her rapist. "Gotta suck those mamas..." Jackson murmured, eyes locked on the creamy white mounds. "Squeeze your bitch tits through the bars, Felicia. Let's give him what he wants." The width of the bars made the act difficult, but with some effort the Black Cat was able to push one tit, then the other through. Jackson looked down on the obscene display with relish, marvelling at how the bars pushed Felicia's assets together in a beautiful canyon of cleavage. Then he dropped down, eyes level with his latest victim's, a look of savage, crazed lust meeting her fearful gaze. He snaked one hand out and ran it over her tit, across her nipple, pinching it brutally, Felicia barely containing a yelp of pain. Wanda knelt behind her, pushing her harder against the bars, preventing her retreat as the big black man tipped his head forward, Felicia desperate to pull away as a white stream of spit escaped his mouth, landing with a small splat on the proffered flesh. Jackson slowly lowered his head to her proffered tit, simultaneously rubbing his saliva into her tit. "Be brave," he hissed before burying his face in her breasts, seeking out one nipple with his hand whilst his mouth closed in on the other, sucking deeply on the little bud, covering it with a thick sheen of his saliva, his tongue dancing around it, Felicia unable to stop her nipples slowly gaining erectness under the confident ministrations of the rapist. Reluctantly he pulled himself away. "You gotta 'ppreciate titties as sensitive as yours slut... gonna love this!" He dived in again, sucking on the other nipple, his hand getting to work on the first, kneading and pulling, the treatment getting more brutal with each passing section, the air alive with the sound of sucking, slurping and occasional gasps from between Felicia's gritted teeth. Jackson revelled in the tit flesh available, feeding on his prey's mixture of arousal and terror, before he bit down powerfully on her nipple, pulling the other viciously and sighing as he heard the Black Cat's screams of pain. Moving off the crown he bit deep into her flesh, cock harder than ever as he heard the shriek of agony, the salty taste of her blood coating his tongue. He could free her trying to pull away, fighting against Wanda who pushed her against the bars remorselessly, her free hand pulling down on Felicia's jump suit, a small hex power turning the material into a brittle facsimile of its former self, pulling away easily until her beautiful buttocks were on full display. Wanda appreciated Felicia's extra agony as her cunt was exposed to the cool air and for a moment she simply watched as Jackson bit into her tit flesh, digging deep with his teeth into her before returning to sucking her nipples. The Witch pushed her hand between Felicia's legs, easily slipping a finger knuckle-deep into her cunt, beginning a slow, rhythmic finger-fucking that would only cease when her digit was replaced by a large black cock. Jackson pulled free and surveyed his work. The Black Cat's tits were covered in deep, bloody bite marks and he sniggered to himself at the savage goring. He noted with pride that her nipples were in a state of full arousal and this sent the black man crazy - drool literally spilt from the sides of his mouth. The Witch noted this and once again covered her spare hand with a small dosage of my pre-cum, rubbing it into the deepest recesses of Felicia's tit cleavage, her breasts still pressed enticingly together through the bars. The results were instant and remarkable. "Fuck my fucking tits!" she squealed, rising up as far as possible on her knees to bring her mammaries level with Jackson's cock. "Come on... do it... fuck them babies... give me your fucking jiz you black fucker!" I smiled along with Wanda is I reached into her mind and savoured the sweet moment of total debasement, where the needs of the body annihilate all good common sense - the urge to fuck superseding all others. Jackson, of course, was eager to comply, instantly coming forward to bury his cock in the inviting cleavage, the sound of flesh hitting metal repeatedly as Jackson fucked as deeply into the tit flesh as he could backed by Felicia's lustful moans as her pre-cum sensitised skin thrilled with pleasure at the feeling of cock rubbing over it. All the time the Black Cat felt herself rising to orgasm, the insistent feeling of Wanda's insidious finger in her cunt taking her ever onwards on the journey to bodily release. Wanda placed her head on Felicia's shoulder, looking through the bars as she saw the Cat's delicious, fuckable, yet thoroughly abused tit flesh being used to bring pleasure to a convicted serial rapist, thrilling as she saw the look of sheer lust on her prey's face as she looked down to see the black head pop up from her mountainous valley of cleavage. Felicia's hands shot through the bars, kneading Jackson's buttocks and pushing his thrusting hips deeper still into her cleavage whilst Wanda wet her index finger and reached through the bars, wiping it gently over Jackson's piss slit whenever it emerged from the Black Cat's flesh. Now totally lost to the pleasure my pre-cum and Jackson's cock gave to her, Felicia craved only two things: firstly her own orgasm, and secondly a load of cum shot onto her burning breast flesh... and maybe over her face and in her mouth... she didn't care any more. She just needed it. Badly. Her mind screamed at her to stop, but the Black Cat found herself moving her hand into Jackson's stinking ass crack, slowly, but insistently pushing her finger into his asshole, moving deeper until she began the maddening massage of his prostate. "Hose me you big black fucker!" she screamed, arching her back, pushing more tit through the bars rubbing his little ass walnut ever quicker until she felt the final tension build in his cock, the sudden pulse and then the liquid heaven as the cum seeped into her skin, then erupted from the trapping flesh, spraying over her face, up her nose and into her hair. As the deluge began to back off, Felicia pulled her breasts back from the bars, pushing Jackson's cock through them too, allowing her to extract more cream with her burgeoning oral skills. Finally as the cream surges subsided, the Black Cat pulled her finger from Jackson's ass and in full view of both the hated serial rapist and her own magical seductress, licked the brown finger before sucking on it deeply... just as the Witch brought her to her own shuddering climax - the most powerful of her life, feeling Wanda's other hand join the first, tweaking her clit expertly, not knowing that this finger was coated in the remaining pre-cum which oozed over her cunt and was pushed inside by the finger-fucking digit. "I've gotta fuck... need a cock inside me so fucking badly..." she hissed, bringing forth a huge smile from the rapist in the cell. "Gotta fuck this nigger cock... fuck it!" "Go inside Felicia," Wanda murmured in her ear, continuing her stroking of the Cat's cunt, but slowly moving downwards, taking care to wipe my pre-cum over her anus. "Go get fucked like the whore you are..." Felicia stood unsteadily, the final remnants of her costume slipping away as she reached out and opened the door. It had been unlocked all along. -----== 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 | ----