Message-ID: <14914eli$9809011457@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pegasus777@hotmail.com Subject: NEW: Submission Agenda 26 (1/2) (X-Men/Marvel, MF, mc, nc, alien) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6sbqqr$h28$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Here for your enjoyment is chapter 26 of Submission Agenda. As usual, all comments, suggestions, etc 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 Grey Archive: http://website.lineone.net/~glasswalker/archive.htm Chapter Twenty Six: Warbird Enslaved The power that flooded over me as the ebony lifeform seemingly consumed my body was beyond comprehension. My own mutant powers, despite their physical manifestations, held nothing compared to the sudden rush of energy that coursed through my body as the alien symbiote lent its own might to my relatively weak and feeble form. I spent a good few hours under Phoenix's supervision, making sure that the alien did not attempt to possess my body in the same way that it had tried to just prior to its separation from Spider-Man. However, my telepath bitches had done their job well and what conscious thoughts this creature may have had were successfully quietened, leaving just the physical benefits of the suit available for my own ends. With the combined technology of the Fantastic Four and the X-Men at my command, it was an easy matter to hack our ways into the classified Avengers records, and this information, coupled with Wanda's knowledge and files made it a simple matter to track down my next victim - Warbird, the former Ms Marvel aka Carol Danvers. The last entry in the Avengers records had mentioned that she had been demoted from active duty and sent home following the revelation that she had an alcohol problem, coupled with a gradual loss of her powers of flight and enhanced strength. From there it had been a fairly simple to track her down to a small bar just a couple of miles away from her parents' home. And there she was now, in a quiet booth, taking generous swigs from a full tumbler of scotch, the half-empty bottle standing on the table in front of her. I wondered just how much booze it would take to get a superhuman drunk... despite her already prodigious intake she seemed to be fairly sober. Before my eyes she sank a double in one gulp, reaching with a firm hand for the bottle to refill her glass. "Ms Danvers? Carol Danvers?" I asked, taking her attention from her drink for just a moment. "Yeah, who wants to know?" she replied - testy, but not drunk. "May I join you? I have some... information on a certain Wanda Maximoff." "Wanda! She's been missing for a couple of weeks now..." I took that for a yes and sat in the booth across from her, eyeing her up. Carol Danvers was an exceptional looking bitch. Long, flowing blonde hair in a pony tail, chiselled cheek bones, piercing blue eyes, the curves I knew she had as Warbird were hidden under a pair of Levi's and a baggy USAF sweat shirt. I despatched micro-thin elements of the alien costume under the table, allowing them to pierce her clothing, to begin a sensual caressing of her inner cunt, her tits and her thighs, barely noticeable, totally invisible - just enough to get her in the mood when carried out simultaneously on all those areas of her body. "Wanda is alive and well, but she's not the Scarlet Witch you once knew," I stated, handing her a picture of the Witch in her new costume, at the same time sending another black alien tendril under the table. "Holy..." Carol stared at the photograph. "How did you get this? Where was it taken?" "It was taken in the Bedford Towers in New York and I got it... well, I got it because I took the picture. The Scarlet Witch is dead, Carol, Wanda is now just another of my fuck sluts... just as you will be." "Is this some kind of sick joke?" Carol asked, nonplussed. "What the fuck are you on?" "This is no joke," I replied calmly. "Perhaps some more evidence?" I produced a picture of a fully costumed Black Cat fellating me eagerly. "Wanda took that pic... she's quite a talent, not just as a fantastic lay. All of you bitches are in line for the same treatment, Warbird... now it's your turn." "You... you know who I am?" "Of course I do... but I can see that you need more convincing." The black alien tendril reached the nape of her neck, before biting into it savagely, the black costume taking control of Carol's spinal column. She yelped in pain as the razor teeth bit into her. "What have you done to me?" "It's very simple, bitch. I've pretty much severed your brain's connection with your body. You are quite paralysed... in fact, I could play your body like a musical instrument right now if I wanted to." More of the alien substance oozed between us as I slowly increased the volume of the micro-thin tentacles that were rhythmically rubbing her tits, legs and cunt. The sensations moved from being barely noticeable to unavoidable. I chuckled as she whimpered, her sexual heat building in her paralysed body. Almost as a celebration I picked up her glass of whiskey and took a big gulp as her eyes closed and she strained against the feelings of lust I poured into her body. For me the feeling was strange. Despite being a few feet away from her I could feel the sensation of her spasming cunt as I ploughed the alien tentacle deep inside of her. I could sense her nipples engorge themselves as the tendrils got to work beneath her sweatshirt. I grinned in satisfaction as her limp body convulsed at the sexual sensations I sent rampaging through her. The whimpering gave way to gasps and moans. "You... you fucking..." she hissed between clenched teeth. "Would you like to cum, Carol?" I asked, her rhythmic mewing like music to my ears. "Would you like to give yourself to me like Wanda and all the others?" "NO!" "Okay then, that's fine." I pulled back the tentacles to my own body, allowing her control again. Instantly she leaped forward, but it was a wasted effort - with the enhanced strength the costume provided me with, it was an easy matter to push her back into the corner of the booth. "What do you want with me?" she asked angrily, bursting to escape from my restraint. "Of course I want to enjoy your body, Carol," I replied earnestly. "And there's nothing I enjoy more than a mature woman with a superhuman physique begging for my cock... but I want your submission to be interesting." "Just cut to the chase you fucking pervert!" "Fucking Carol Danvers has little interest for me... I want you as Warbird... your powers pitted against my own." "You'd give me a fair fight?" she asked incredulously. "You - a nobody - really think you stand a chance against an Avenger?" "You bet," I replied, pushing my hand beneath her sweatshirt and massaging the bare breasts beneath, enjoying her struggles as I molested her without mercy. "To the victor, the spoils." Carol had agreed, taking us to a condemned building a few hundred yards from the bar... evidently she wanted to cut loose with her powers, without the risk of innocent bystanders coming to any harm. This was fine for me too - no witnesses as I raped the hell out of this pompous slut. "You're going to regret fucking with an Avenger," Carol spat in rage, her costume slowly materialising in place of the jeans and sweatshirt even as my own clothing changed into a simple, black all-over body suit. "Tell that to my fuck slave Wanda," I smiled, knowing the response it would bring, my eyes darting over the expanse of flesh her costume allowed me to see, the black skin-tight costume driving me crazy with arousal as my eyes locked onto the contained, massive mammaries she possessed. The sash, similar to Phoenix's, in no way preventing me from enjoying her perfect legs. Warbird leapt at me in rage, the blow catching me in the stomach, but amazingly despite me feeling the force of the attack, I felt no pain or discomfort. The costume had easily absorbed her effort and I just stood there, completely unaffected, as blow after blow hit home. She was mine now. I knew it. It was time to test the effectiveness of my own strength. I put all my power into one punch, sending Warbird flying clean through a brick wall. I walked over to her stricken form, watching her pull herself from the bricks and general debris. "I know all about your powers failing, my dear. That's why you're such a perfect victim." She leapt at me again, pounding her fists on my chests with all her might, each blow less powerful than the last. I put an end to her efforts by reaching forwards, ripping open her black top, watching hungrily as her large, pert titties spilt out into the open air. "No!" she screamed, backing off, covering her breasts with her hands. "You know the agreement bitch... winner takes all." I stood over her, using my feet to push her arms away from her titties, allowing my evil lusts to manifest themselves as I stared at her breasts, knowing they were now my property. My cock leapt into life, blood shooting through the erectile tissue, a vast black hard-on taking shape before Carol's saucer eyes. The black costume stuck to it like a skin-tight sheath, a small opening at the end allowing my pre-cum to drip freely onto my new slave's exposed breasts, causing her to instinctively massage it into her flesh. "Very good, slave." I thrilled to the sound of her costume splitting as alien tentacles shot out from my body and attacked her, baring her crotch to me, leaving just her small eye mask in place as any evidence of her super heroine identity, the rest of her uniform clinging to her in tatters. The same tentacles yanked her savagely from the ground, bringing her eye-level with the vast ebony cock in front of her. It seemed as though the costume had managed to expand the length of my prick and I enjoyed the look of shock in Carol's eyes as the tentacles forced her hands to encircle the dark monster between my legs, the veins throbbing with lust before her. "Do it, Warbird!" I commanded, feeling her hands cautiously begin to jack me off, pre-cum shooting freely into her face as she did so, the muscles of my cock superhumanly enhanced by the costume... another benefit I would have to investigate. There seemed to be no drawbacks - despite the covering on my cock, I could feel her just as intensely as I would were my prick not covered in the alien being. Warbird's hands became more confident, her mouth open as moans escaped her, tentacles from my costume now disappearing into her cunt and rubbing over her breasts, worrying her nipples into erection before pulling on them sharply. A few moments later I could sense the first orgasm forming a knot in my balls, the pressure incredible as Carol's hands were now a blur on my cock, her own submission drawing closer as the alien ransacked her tits, cunt and now asshole. The need to spray grew more intense, more powerful, until finally the black alien goo forced her mouth level with my cock, jamming it open as jet after jet of my white cream blasted forth into her, her tongue reaching out to flick the underside of my cockhead - more cream shooting out at the added stimulation. The alien tendrils drew back, and telepathically I could sense Warbird's own need for release, like a siren call beckoning my cock to ransack her weeping snatch. As I released her I smiled in malicious joy as she quickly moved to wipe my ejaculate from her face in disgust, succeeding only in smearing it into those delicious features, sudden feelings of desire flooding all the more through her as performed the act, moving her cum-covered hands onto her tits, allowing her heaving breasts to benefit from the same satisfaction as my cream was rubbed into her skin. "That's it, my slut, rub it in completely. Give yourself to me totally." Her hands were still covered in a sheen of my juices, and I watched with relish as her fingers moved lower and lower, past her superbly muscled torso and deep into the valley between her thighs, the domain of her beautiful blonde-furred cunt. "Touch yourself with my essence, slut," I commanded, watching intently as she did my bidding, her cry of ecstasy as she rubbed herself with my cream quite wonderful to hear. I could feel more urgency shoot into my prick as Warbird gyrated on the floor in front of me, masturbating herself towards her most ecstatic orgasm with the aid of my mind-deadening fuck juices. I could see her trembling, sensing her oncoming climax... a release I postponed by pulling her to her feet, slamming her against the crumbling wall in the condemned building, and easily parting her legs, forcing myself between them with ridiculous ease. My black-coated cock pressed into her moist labia, smaller tendrils breaking off to attack her clitoris directly even as my prick pushed into her hole. Her head shot back in rapture as I took her, my gaze rapt on her wonderfully parted lips, issuing moan after moan of sexual acquiescence. I moved to kiss her, feeling the alien wrap itself around my tongue, shaped by my desire as I frenched her, feeling her quake beneath me as my alien-coated tongue took shape as another smaller prick which instantly thrust its way into her mouth. Lost in sensation she sucked deeply, the vibrations of her moans on my 'tongue' exquisite as I now slid into two of her orifices, pistoning in sequence into each. I felt her orgasm draw closer again... and this time I allowed it to continue, heightening her pleasure by bringing huge gobs of the alien ooze over each of her mammoth tits, attacking her nerves with a rapture that only the alien could produce, bringing her to the edge... just before another penis-shaped tendril thrust savagely into her asshole, pushing deeply into her and setting her off like a firecracker, feeling her scream around the alien cock I'd been plundering her mouth with as her body convulsed in orgasmic abandon. I thrust into her again and again, feeling the power of the alien's superhuman strength flow through me, allowing myself to direct it all at Warbird's superhuman physique, knowing she could take it all. Finally, her suctioning cunt was too much and I pushed into her with all my might, sending us through the brick wall in one show of incredible strength, the impact of landing giving me the final thrill required to spill my cock-seed deep into her cunt and into her womb, our bodies still locked together via the alien being. "I'm going to enjoy your calling me 'master'," I hissed, one final thrust sending a small gob of cum into her cunt. "And I'm going to equally enjoy having you whenever I please... or maybe I'll make you whore for me. For now. For ever!" "No..." she whispered, desperately trying to get her breath back, struggling to remain conscious. "I don't know how you've done this to me, but I'm an Avenger... and I'll never yield." It was her last act of defiance before she blacked out. I merely smiled at the challenge. *** Warbird regained consciousness slowly, her lids heavy as she slowly rose to get her bearings. After she passed out beneath me it had been no problem to bring her back to the Bedford Towers, the only dilemma facing me being what exactly I could do with her. Remembering the difficulties I had experienced addicting Rogue to my cum, it made sense that someone in the same power league would also exhibit similar traits. So I decided that I would allow Malice to have some fun on the new arrival before I destroyed her. In my astral form I watched as Carol slowly rose from the four-poster bed I had set her down upon, still clad in the rags of her uniform, not bothering to clean my juices from her. I wanted her to know that she had been taken by force. I wanted my sperm to coat her. I wanted her to know that she had experienced her most powerful orgasms in my clutches. "You were out for less than half an hour, Warbird," Malice stated, emerging from the shadows to sit on the side of the bed. "Y-you... you're Susan Richards," Carol stuttered, unable to comprehend just how much the famed Invisible Woman had changed after I had taken all meaning from her life. Malice had dressed to make it perfectly clear that she wasn't the woman that she once was. Thigh length boots and a one piece rubber dress that emphasised her curves were all that she wore, bar her trademark studded dog collar. "I have not been Susan for quite some while," Malice replied, smiling thinly and running her tongue over her lips. "I am Malice. I like to fuck." "Oh my god... it's true... he really had made slaves of us all! Am I the only one to resist?" Malice laughed, a bitter, evil cackle of evil mirth. "Your superhuman physique gives you more protection, granted, but I think the fact that Rogue now begs him for his cum shows that you have little chance of avoiding your fate... especially when I am preparing you for him." "You?" Carol exclaimed. "God yes... it's a shame you didn't arrive earlier. I would have enjoyed licking up the master's cum... then squirting it down your throat. But I think I can think of other more interesting diversions any way." Warbird yelped as an invisible force field slammed her back down onto the bed, forcing her arms and legs into a spread eagle position, another field stretching out from her body to shred the remnants of her costume. She struggled valiantly against the onslaught with all of her might, not knowing that my mental powers had stripped her of her inhuman strength during her little nap. Malice lay on the bed next to Carol, head propped up by her hand, idly caressing the heroine's prone nakedness with her free hand, appreciating the voluptuous feminine beauty that Warbird possessed. "Such a beautiful bitch... I can't say that I've ever felt up a body with superhuman strength... the resiliency of your flesh is everything the master said it would be." She sighed as she cupped and caressed Warbird's vast breasts, running her fingers over the nipples, savouring her fear and anxiety as her chest rose and fell quickly, her breath ragged. Malice's mind concentrated on bringing her most subtle force fields into play, sending feather-like sensations flowing over her clitoris, bringing small whimpers of pleasure from Carol's mouth. "Resist all you want my dear," Malice smirked. "My control over your clit is total... my force fields allow me to give you sensations you've never experienced before. You'll love it." Carol convulsed as the evil dominatrix began to take control of her body. I could sense her total concentration, her mind fixated on her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure along its length, coaxing it from its hood than using her cosmic ray spawned powers to effectively masturbate it rhythmically. Malice smiled as Warbird edged towards her orgasmic precipice... then left her, withdrawing her hands from her breasts and ceasing all stimulation, watching in perverse joy as Carol desperately sought to break free from her invisible bonds. "Come on..." she hissed, eyes locked on Malice's. "Finish the job, bitch! Do it!" "Do what?" urged Malice, a lecherous, evil smile twisting her features. "F-fuck me! Fuck my cunt!" Malice considered the request for a moment, drinking in the need in Carol's eyes, knowing full well that her new toy was well on the way on sexual enslavement. Even before she responded, she began to form the intricate force fields that sprung from deep within her own snatch, propelled outwards to form an invisible prick. She retrieved a small pot from beneath the bed, then stood, towering over Carol's imprisoned form, legs outstretched, casually disposing of the one-piece rubber mini-dress with one explosive force of invisible power. Malice smiled at the expression of amazement on Warbird's features as she tipped the gelatinous, clear lubricant from the pot over her invisible cock, watching the jutting shape appear before her prey. "I'll fuck you, slave," she remarked calmly. "But I'm going to do you like a man." Globs of the lubricant dropped from Malice's invisible cock, landing with a small smack on Warbird's exposed flesh, the evil dark angel slowly descending onto her knees, resting her palms on Carol's inner thighs, pushing them apart to expose her moist, parted labia. "That's it, bitch, show me your pink," she sighed, watching Carol's snatch open before her. "Hmmm, looks fucking delicious." Warbird could only lie back and sigh as Malice drew her mouth level with Carol's pussy, slowly extending her pierced tongue, running it slowly in circles around her erect clitoris, adapting her force fields to provide counter-stimulation to her tongue, bathing the little bud in sensations that speared their way through Carol's consciousness. Smiling at the whimpers and gasps, Malice continued a descent downwards, until her tongue was pushing deeply into Warbird's juicing cunt. In a warped twist to her original plan, Malice added a long, probing force field to her tongue and used it to push deeper into Carol's clenching pussy, moaning deeply as her lips and tongue were smeared with her girl cum. "M-make... me... cum!" screamed Carol as Malice upped the speed of her tongue fuck, cooing in delight as Warbird crossed the limit of her endurance, shouting loudly as she came, Malice delighting in the juices that flowed freely from the cunt in front of her, rubbing her face into them freely. "Now it's my turn." Malice slid her body slowly, sensuously, over Warbird's inner legs, making sure to catch her prey's clitoris on her nipple ring as her sizeable mounds of breast flesh were captured between the Avenger's thighs. Soon they laid face to face, breast to breast, looking into each other's eyes with a fierceness of emotion that almost sang to me telepathically. I knew now that the woman that was Carol Danvers had been ensnared by Malice's spell. I was slightly surprised that my dark angel had not used her trademark powers of sexual torture on our latest toy, but quickly realised that the ex-Invisible Woman had little chance of making any kind of dent in that superhuman physique without hurting Warbird internally with her invisible force fields. I languished for a while in Warbird's mind, sensing her total submission to Malice, feeling her cunt tense with anticipation as she felt the smooth, wet connection of my dark angel's force field cock rubbing slowly over her soaking wet hole, the lubricant turning the juncture of her legs into a wet wonderland which would soon be plundered mercilessly. Carol closed her eyes and opened her lips, turning her face to enmesh Malice in a long, soul-searching kiss as the dominating blonde forced her tongue into Warbird's mouth, simultaneously pushing her invisible intruder deep into her pussy, the force field adapting as it forced its way in, small fingers shooting out from the main length in order to caress the walls of her cunt and push back the inner lips, helping facilitate the penetration. I could sense the total feeling of abandonment in Carol's mind as she was swept away by the urge to fuck - an urge I had planted inside of her the first time I fired my spunk down into her gullet... I stood back and watched the action in my astral form, my gaze fixed on Malice's pistoning buttocks sending her force field tool deep into Carol's depths, each thrust producing an animalistic grunt from my dark angel and a higher pitched squeal from the trapped heroine. I marvelled at Malice's invention as I stared into her mind. Her "cock" was more than just another invisible force field - she had spent a long time refining it, allowing sensation and feedback to spread back from the field and deep into her own snatch. Effectively she felt as a man would as she fucked deeply into her slave. How innovative. Watching the scene unfold I sensed that both women were building up to their highs. Malice had loosened Carol's bonds and now had an arm under her, forcing her torso up slightly, allowing my dark angel to draw her closer, her lips next to Warbird's ear. "Come on, bitch, come for me... do it... you must... I command it... Surrender your cunt to me... Come you fucking slut!" And she did. Hard. Carol screamed, arching her back, pushing both women off the mattress, as Warbird came heavily, Malice riding her like a rodeo star as her own orgasm grew, then overwhelmed her, her own girl cream manipulated via an invisible field to shoot from her cunt, through the pulsing invisible cock and then deep into Carol's womb. "Good slave," she huffed, slowly pulling her cock from her, relishing the final sensations as she slowly collapsed the intricate fields. "But I haven't finished with you... no, not yet." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----