Message-ID: <13417eli$9807271206@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pegasus777@hotmail.com Subject: NEW: Submission Agenda 25 (X-Men/Marvel, MF, FF, NC, MC) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6pg59m$rae$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 Five: The Cat Gets The Cream I sat in the lounge, flicking through the latest morning edition of the Daily Bugle. Since the Skrulls had been so easily defeated by the Avengers' greatly inflated ranks, the papers had been somewhat bereft of news. Not so today. The last few days had been greatly profitable. Phoenix and the White Queen had almost tamed the black alien symbiote lifeform that used to act as Spider-Man's costume and had uncovered some incredible facts - I would be able to wear the suit and gain vast superhuman strength, resiliency and reflexes... along with a number of capabilities it had stolen from the web-slinger's DNA whilst with him. My mind was alive with the possibilities this suit would give me. I also wondered whether it would find anything of interest in my own mutant genes. Maybe it was time to emerge from the shadows and take a more direct approach to the apocalypse I knew my Agenda would bring about. My musings were cut short as the Scarlet Witch brought Felicia Hardy before me. I had still not laid a finger on her since our delightful interlude with Mary Jane Watson, but this morning I would "close in for the kill" as it were, and finally turn her completely into the wanton whore I knew she was. She looked very tired indeed, head bowed, stumbling slightly as she was led into the room - a far cry from the lithe, elegant, agile figure she cast as the Black Cat. She was clothed merely in a black, semitransparent negligee, revealing her nipples through the material, barely long enough to cover her pussy and ass. "You," she stated simply, looking at me with an expression of contempt. "You did this to me." I nodded slowly, casting my mind back to the savagery that occurred when Felicia had entered the prison cell. In her desire to calm the fires in her pussy she had readily taken Jackson's cock and he'd viciously used her, making her cum again and again as the pre-cum slowly bent her will towards rampant submission and cock worship. But once the inferno had been put out, there was nothing for Felicia to do apart from suffer as Jackson had continued the abuse of her body - rape after rape until finally he spent his last wad deep in her bowels, collapsing on top of her exhausted. That was a couple of days ago... and Wanda had not been idle since. "I know that you've been enjoying your little games with my Witch over the last few days," I remarked, handing her the newspaper. "Maybe you should take a look at what's happening in the real world." Felicia slowly turned to the front page... headline: IDENTITY REVEALED. Two pictures were printed beneath - the first showing her in full costume as the Black Cat, the second a more revealing picture of Felicia in lingerie, taken from the "photo-shoot". She dropped the paper as she read the first line: Today the Daily Bugle exposes 'super heroine' Black Cat as nymphomaniac porn model Felicia Hardy... She began to weep uncontrollably, head in her hands, as the full horror of her submission finally dawned on her. I ignored the tears and stared hungrily at her large tits and blonde bush of pubic hair, knowing that these delights would soon be mine to enjoy. I made a mental note to thank Wanda for healing her up so quickly... Felicia's body was as ripe as it was when I first saw it, the brutal mauling of her tits completely invisible to the naked eye. "It's all... fucking lies!" I heard the Black Cat cry between the sobs. "Is it really?" I questioned, pulling out an envelope of large prints. "Maybe the Bugle also saw these pictures..." Felicia looked up and rifled through the photographs... The Black Cat in full costume being disrobed by a hulking bodybuilder (one of the Enchantress's slaves and thus completely untraceable)... Felicia's head thrown back in rapture as the man sucked deeply on her tits... A tongue closing in on a wet, parted blonde cunt... a large cock-head springing forth from the top of her cleavage, Felicia's hands pressing her mighty mammaries together... drool escaping from Felicia's mouth as it descended on a very large, very angry looking penis... that same cock disappearing into her cunt... the Black Cat's mouth wide open, tongue outstretched as white cum spurted from the deep red cock head... trails of thick white cum decorating her face, leaking from her chin onto her tits, nipples fully aroused... "Maybe that's why they called you a 'nymphomaniac porn model', Felicia... A copy of these prints have already been despatched to certain... top shelf... publications. The whole world is going to appreciate the whore we're turning you into." Wanda sat on the arm of the chair and ran her fingers through Felicia's hair. "Your resistance has been quite admirable, my dear, but I can tell that seeing those photos is making you wet even now..." "No!" Felicia exclaimed, trying unsuccessfully to pull herself away from Wanda. "Come on my slut... I've done everything I wanted to do to you and you've cum every time! You certainly didn't have many complaints when I licked you out last night." "Perhaps we should look at the final piece of evidence," I suggested, picking up a remote and activating the VCR. More tears streamed from Felicia's eyes as the video static gave way to an image that sent extra urgency coursing through my cock - the Black Cat pulling off her fur-lined costume to reveal her sizeable assets, lifting each breast in turn and licking her own nipples seductively, two men - one black, one white -entering the scene quite naked, the white man zeroing in on the tit meat on offer, the black man pulling off the rest of her costume from behind her. "I can see that Wanda had plenty of fun with you, Cat," I remarked, running my hand over her exposed thigh, thrilling to the feeling of her flinching away from my touch. Felicia's eyes were locked onto the screen, watching with a mixture of arousal and self-disgust as the camera zoomed back to show her clutching at both her lovers' cocks, beginning a milking motion that quickly brought both of them to full erection, increasing their urgency as the white man sucked deeply on her other breast, leaving the other covered with the sheen of his saliva, the black man kissing, nipping and sucking at her neck from behind. The scene panned back, showing the three protagonists in this marvellous piece of pornography continuing their play in what was obviously Felicia's bedroom - the black cat motif was everywhere in this room - wallpaper, curtains, cuddly toys, even her telephone was shaped like her feline namesake. "The ultimate touch of authenticity," remarked Wanda hotly. "Reconstructing Felicia's apartment in the X-Men Danger Room, using Shi'ar imaging technology to get a 3D recording which we can edit to our liking later. One day all pornography will be made this way..." Felicia closed her eyes as the view changed to her lying on the bed, head propped up on her elbows as the camera zoomed in towards her face, as the fully erect white cock leaking its pre-cum juices approached her lips, the Black Cat's tongue hanging out, darting forward to tease the tip of the proffered cock as it approached her, a low moan escaping her as her lips took the head into her mouth, her cheeks concave as she sucked heavily on the meat, eyes shut in rapture. Felicia seemed used to my hand stroking on her thighs, so I moved heavily between her legs, caressing her inner thighs, triumphant as her legs slowly began to part for me... I could feel the heat of her hot wet cunt on the back of my hand as I rubbed her and noticed that her nipples now poked through the flimsy material of her negligee, her arousal near total. On-screen, her oral performance continued, Felicia's tongue emerging, its tip running down the underside of her lover's shaft, the prick twitching at the exquisite sensations she was engendering, the teasing continuing as she ran her teeth over the head, burying the cock in her mouth again, swivelling her head around the rock-hard intruder between her lips. She suddenly lurched forwards, lips breaking free from the cock in front of her. "Ah fuck... yes! Do it stud!" she cried, the camera panning back to show the black man pushing his cock meat between her thighs and into her sopping cunt, his hands resting on her hips as he drove into her. Felicia was watching her performance again, my index finger now running up and down the length of her slippery slit, then circling her clitoris, feeling it respond to my touch. One of Wanda's hands was now unhooking the strap of her negligee, moving inside to cup her tit-flesh, the Witch's lips diving into the nape of her neck, Felicia arching her back at the arousal flooding her body. "Felicia Hardy... the Black Cat... getting spit-roasted," I spat, watching as the camera zoomed back to show the former heroine being bucked between the two men's sex thrusts, the white man now holding her head steady as he sawed his cock into Felicia's suctioning mouth, the video alive with the sound of flesh hitting flesh and obscene slurping and sucking noises. She moaned as I thrust another finger into her snatch, using my thumb to massage her little clit from its hood, feeling her crotch thrust forcefully into my hand as I continued her cuntal massage, thrilling to the sight of the beautiful Witch release both of Felicia's mounds to my gaze, her mouth locked on to her right nipple, whilst the other was savagely pinched. The Black Cat screamed her acquiescence as she encountered her first orgasm, her eyes lock on the video screen where the on-screen persona reached a similar peak... her mouth broke off from the white cock, her head tipped back in rapture as she came, her hand subconsciously pumping on the prick in front of her until it sprung its orgasmic fluids over her chin, across her lips and at its zenith over her forehead, where it leaked into her eye sockets. Brutal groans from behind her quickly followed, the black man pulling his cock out her cunt, using his fingers to part her cleft, where he came suddenly and violently over the pucker of her asshole, the small hole winking as the drips passed over it. I turned the video off for the moment, turning to face Felicia, still panting heavily after her climax. I smiled at her shame, at her complete despair. She knew now that she no longer had control over her body... and that soon I would be in her mind, forcing her to perform to reach that orgasmic high again. "I... I-I'm a..." she stuttered, not able to look me in the eye. "Tell me what you are, Felicia. Tell me," I urged, pulling her chin up so that she could not avoid my piercing gaze. "I'm... a... fucking slut," she whispered defiantly. "I need to cum... cum hard..." I could feel her submission telepathically, the near-final degradation being to force her to watch a pornographic movie in which she was the star - a hot bitch that men all over the world would soon be jerking off to. "That's very good Felicia, I am impressed with your performance... both on-screen and off it. But I think you might be just play-acting," I lied, knowing full well that I was now using her submission as further torture. "Fuck me and I'll prove just how hot I am for you... I'll do anything for your cock." "You really should have gone into adult movies sooner, slut," I wound forward the video tape and pressed 'play', the black screen clearing to show another of the Enchantress's muscle-bound slaves, this time tied to a chair in Felicia's kitchen, gagged. The Black Cat herself was now dressed in a cut-away version of her costume, legs and hips displayed, her cunt covered with a thong alone, lots more cleavage revealed inside the fur-lining. Only her face mask remained unchanged. Finishing off the slutty super-heroine look was the addition of high-heel shoes, the Cat slowly gyrating in front of the bound man, her hands roaming over her generous curves, slowly beginning the strip, bringing about a prick-tent in his pants which she casually caressed as the clothing slowly began to desert her body. "I can't watch this any more," Felicia gasped, more primal urges flooding through her body. "I just wanna fuck so bad... give it to me, please!" Her on-screen persona had now revealed her breasts to the bound man's ravenous gaze and took great pleasure in running her erect nipples over her face, around his mouth and over his chest before she turned around and pulled the lingerie away from her cunt, revealing its beauty to the man as she turned and smiled at him - the smile of a sex-crazed, cock-teasing slut. Pulling her ass cheeks apart, the man gasped as her anus came into full view, the man reaching as far forward in his chair as possible, seeking to bury his face in the buttock cleavage in front of him. Felicia pulled away and turned around, crouching over, rubbing her hand over his trapped cock, enjoying the torturous expression on the man's face as his prick strained against the constraining material. She pulled his zip down very slowly, so slowly that the man's hips were thrusting even before his meat was released. My own cock sympathised and I couldn't help but sigh as Felicia repeated with me what she had done with the man on the video, slowly pulling my own zip down until my prick sprang free. I could feel her hot breath as her head descended, a large gob of her saliva hitting the exposed head before it was engulfed by her mouth, her tongue instantly springing into life, teasing my slit with the feather-like touch that was the trademark of a truly gifted cocksucker. "Make me hard, Felicia," I demanded, pushing her head further down into my lap, her sucking mouth accepting as much of my length as I pushed into her, the warm wetness sheer heaven as I felt the inevitable surge of pre-cum gather at the root of my prick. I made her work for it before I eventually began to ooze the clear liquid into her clenching mouth, forcing her to coax it from me by pushing ever downwards, until I felt my cock rub against the back of her throat, the bitch effectively controlling her gag reflex, yet not completely deep-throating me. It was enough to send the pulses of the fluid deep into her throat and through the haze of fuck-lust I smiled at the thought of my pre-cum leaking into her throat. The desired effect took place fairly quickly, as Felicia pulled herself from my cock looking at me, then glancing down at the clear fluid still pulsing from my cock-slit. Her hands reached up and ran their way along her throat. "My... burning... throat..." she hissed, eyes wide with alarm. "You know what needs to be done to quell the burning, slut," I laughed. "Get my cock down your throat now!" Felicia left the couch and crouched on all fours before me, eyes locked on my prick before beginning the ultimate oral violation, The Black Cat sucking more of me inside of her until once again I felt the beautiful sensation of cock hitting the back of her mouth, and slowly, ever-so-slowly, the constricting feeling of her throat as my pole forced its way down. Wanda moved behind her, drawn to the enviable sight of her arched back and perfect, toned buttocks, leaning over and running her tongue over one of her ass cheeks before she parted them and delicately ran her tongue around the rim of Felicia's crinkled anus, before her attention switched to her beautiful, soaking snatch, the unhooded clit an easy target for Wanda's questing tongue. The Black Cat was clearly a natural at this whorish activity - her throat wrapped itself around my cock like a tight glove, the wonderful sensations as she swallowed around it quite superlative, the maddening itch slowly subsiding as my cock rubbed against the inside of her squeezing tube. She panted heavily at the lack of air, her face turning blue as she sought to quench the fire with my prick, her efforts finally paying off as I hit my first climax, rope after rope of my thick seed propelled directly down her throat and into her stomach. She pulled back, doubled over, gasping for air... just as her cuntal climax swept over her, the sluttish ex-heroine unable to catch her breath as more raptures coursed their way through her unprepared body. Telepathically, I could sense that this climax was one of the most powerful she had ever experienced - even whilst she had been in the care of the Scarlet Witch. When the climax finally subsided, Felicia collapsed to the ground, still gasping deep whooping breaths. Of course, I'd heard about the heightened orgasmic sensation that oxygen deprivation could bring about. Auto-erotic asphyxiation was just too dangerous a pastime for me to even consider, but having now witnessed what it could do in just a small way with Felicia Hardy... I let my mind wander as the two women slowly recovered and continued watching the Black Cat's first excursion into the business of hardcore pornography. By now Felicia was completely naked on-screen, riding her bound lover hard, his cock firmly wedged in her clenching shit-pipe, the guy screaming in ecstasy as my newest whore bounced up and down on him, her little ass muscles no doubt squeezing him hard beneath. She sure put on a great show, keeping her tits firmly pointed forwards, the delicious mounds like two massive scoops of jello dessert, springing up and down as she fucked hell out of the Enchantress's slave. She was good. Very good. I turned the video off once my mind was completely made up... giving Wanda a telepathic command indicating that I was ready to give Felicia the final bonding treatment that would forever bind her to her new life as a cock-hungry, cunt-lapping whore. "Are you ready for your final submission, my slut?" I asked, pulling Felicia to her feet. "Are you ready for your bitch cunt to feel man-seed unlike any other?" Felicia nodded slowly... through telepathy I could feel the small part of her heroic soul screaming violently in opposition, demanding to be set free from the whorish prison that Wanda and I had locked her in. She was too far down the path to sexual evil now to go back. Now I would make sure of it. "Turn to me, Felicia," Wanda demanded, bring up both of her hands to cup Felicia's tits, rubbing them slowly. "The master employed the use of arcane sexual arts to bring me under his power... skills that I have either absorbed from the slut-slave who transformed me... or magical powers that I myself have developed." Felicia gulped, audibly airing her anxiety about the ordeal that awaited her. Quietly, in the background, I removed my clothes, awaiting the time when the Black Cat would lovingly take my cock cream and bind herself to my lusts forever. "The final stage of your bonding requires that I use these arts to prepare you for your final submission." The Black Cat nodded slowly, uncertain of what was to occur, even as Wanda's eyes closed, her lids flickering with concentration as she drew upon the mystic arts at her disposal. The first thing Felicia noticed was a sudden series of wriggling sensations on her breasts, where Wanda's hands remained in contact. I sensed the sudden outletting of Wanda's restrained sexual magic, Felicia screaming in disbelief and shock as the Witch pulled her hands away, revealing that the Cat's breasts were covered in maggots, biting their way into her skin and slowly burrowing into her flesh. Felicia realised that she should have felt some kind of excruciating agony, but it wasn't so - in fact she experienced a mild euphoria followed by a sheer dark cloud of lust seemingly biting into and consuming her soul. Looking down she saw the small movements of the maggots under her skin, before they broke down into their constituent magical energies - Wanda's own dark lusts slowly burrowing into Felicia's soul forever changing her into the whore we knew she should be. The Witch continued the treatment, rubbing herself into the Black Cat's cunt, laughing viciously as the maggots burrowed into Felicia's womanhood, the final violation coming as Wanda frenched her victim deeply, her tongue poking more of the lust maggots into her prey, my own thoughts taken up with the satisfying mental images of the old Black Cat drowning in a sea of dark desires, the new, lust-obsessed Felicia Hardy, prostitute and porn actress emerging to fuck her way through the rest of her natural life. Wanda smiled as I telepathically communicated her final orders as I watched the final wave of terrible lust-driven desires wash over my new whore as the maggots broke down in her mouth and pussy. I always enjoyed this part - the precious moments where the past virtues are cast aside in favour of my own vision of female sexuality. The new Black Cat swayed her hips seductively as she walked towards me, straddling my face with her cunt... so close that I could see the moisture gather at her slit, then escape to wet the top of her thighs. Her aromas were deep and musky. This I would enjoy. I pushed her back slightly and stood, facing her, eye to eye. "Usually I like to enjoy final submission with a deep, long fuck... but if I did that with you, I fear you would not survive the exercise." "Try me." "I don't think you understand. You see Felicia, moments ago you demonstrated to me the sheer high of oxygen-deprived climax... this time you're going to go through it all again, but combined with the orgasmic incentives of my cock cream, it will finally serve to silence the inner voice of your old, heroic self... I'm going to fuck you, Felicia, and I recommend you put as much effort as possible into fucking me back and making me cum." "Just get your cock inside me... let me do the rest." "You'd better have the ability to match your confidence Felicia... or you'll be unconscious in three minutes. Dead in under ten." Felicia prepared by taking deep breathes as my cock hardened at the total mind-fuck I knew she was about to receive. I considered adapting the technique to take care of any super heroine sluts I wanted to eliminate... whereas Felicia had a way out, they would not... All the while, Wanda was preparing the hex that would kick in on my new whore as soon as my cock disappeared into the silky depths of Felicia's drenched cunt. We relocated to the bedroom for Felicia's initiation. The final submission began with a long, smouldering kiss, my tongue exploring Felicia's mouth, hers circling mine, before diving into my oral cavity, running across the back of my teeth. My cock grazed her engorged clit as our bodies moulded together, the Black Cat falling backwards onto my bed, my body still pressed hard against hers. Almost subconsciously, my prick eased its way into her tight pussy, my first deep thrust into her met with a strangled gasp as Wanda's probability hex took effect, the Black Cat gasping for air that she could simply no longer breathe. I took no pleasure in her predicament, merely allowing my own driving lusts to take over as I pounded relentlessly into the whore's tight cunt, her inner lips clinging to my cock on the outstroke, her hips feverishly fucking back at me in an attempt to heighten the sensations that ran through her body. Telepathically I sensed everything. In the first minute or so of our fuck, she remained in control, using every little pussy trick to send more sensation through my prick, urging us both ever closer to orgasm. I gave into my lusts, biting, nipping and caressing every part of Felicia's flesh that came to hand... or mouth, immersing myself completely in this fantastic example of womanhood, now fighting for her life... a life as my slave-slut. I upped the tempo of my fucking, feeling her respond in kind. Two minutes in now and time was running out for her. I needed to be more brutal to bring us both off and to keep her concentration on the act at hand, and through the telepathic link I could sense that it was paying off. The rising crescendo of climax was beckoning to both of us, but for Felicia the experience was backed with an indescribable edge as adrenaline forced its way through her, her eyes starting to bulge, her skin turning blue as the oxygen-deprivation began to show. Just into the third minute, our frenzied fucking reached its zenith, Felicia climaxing madly on my pole, convulsing like no woman before her ever had on my cock, literally drenching my prick and scrotum with her love juices, gasping and whooping deeply as I continued sawing into her, the almost spastic convulsions of her pussy on my prick finally causing the conditioning cream to surge from my tortured nuts, shooting deep into my new whore, forever changing her, moulding her to my fuck lusts. "Now then..." huffed the wheezing Felicia Hardy moments later, her mind slowly recovering from the massive fuck-surge I'd brought about. "Any chance of that long, deep fuck?" My cock jerked back into life as her head dipped down to blow new life into it. I'd gained my satisfaction, but something did not feel right. I could not explain it. There was just something... wrong... about my fucking her. Sure I'd enjoyed it... but, well, taking her friend Mary Jane had just seemed a whole lot more satisfying in a different kind of way. Was Wanda right? Was I 'going soft'? Maybe I was just growing bored of wearing these bitches down before getting my way with them. I couldn't really guess either way to be honest. Later on that evening I looked over the Avengers files that Wanda had obtained for me. Within my hands was the power to take down any one of the world's so-called "mightiest heroes"... with the alien suit under my telepathic control there would be no end to the power at my control. I felt the required surge of excitement course through me as the perfect victim for my soon-to-be-acquired powers flashed up on the computer screen. I hurried away to the science labs deep in the bowels of the Bedford Towers, leaving the computer open on the file of Warbird, the erstwhile Ms Marvel... an impossibly tall, classically beautiful blonde-maned woman, dressed in her spray on costume... clothing I looked forward to ripping off of her after I'd beaten the resistance out of her. And then, I would have her. -----== 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 | ----