Message-ID: <14915eli$9809011459@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pegasus777@hotmail.com Subject: NEW: Submission Agenda 26 (2/2) (X-Men/Marvel, MF, mc, nc, alien) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6sbqsm$h4i$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 (cont): Warbird Enslaved By the time Wanda and I entered the room, around an hour later, Warbird's seduction was complete. I watched with some degree of arousal as the statuesque blonde reached forwards and scooped up Malice's tit flesh, pulling hard on her nipple with her teeth before sucking as much of her mammary into her mouth as she could. Malice threw her head back and dug her hand deeper in Carol's squirming snatch, before noticing our arrival. "Enough, slave! We have visitors." With a profound sense of reluctance, Carol pulled back and lay on the bed, her eyes betraying a mixture of sexual satisfaction and intense hatred when she saw me. She turned her head to avoid eye contact with Wanda, dressed as she was in her black, semi-transparent costume, eyeing the new slave lustfully, a smile of anticipation on her face. Warbird knew that their old friendship meant nothing in the face of my enslavement. "Your new toy awaits your pleasures, master," Malice purred, hunched on all fours on the bed in front of me, tits squeezed invitingly between her arms. I nodded towards Wanda, who quickly pulled off her thong, exposing her pussy, walking towards Carol's prone form. "I require a slave to work undercover in the Avengers for us, Malice," I began, moving forwards to run my hands over her proffered tit flesh. "A slut who will work with us to bring Earth's 'Mightiest Heroes' to their knees. I have decided that our new bitch will perform the job adequately." "With all due respect, my lord, I cannot guarantee that the slut will remain loyal for a while yet," Malice began. "She has only just crossed the line of submission." "Allow me to worry about that. Now turn around and present your anus to me. I want us both to be pleasured as you watch the latest results of Wanda's transformation." Malice followed my commands to the letter, and after a moment of staring at her beautiful little pussy, I dropped my pants, pulled out my cock and fisted it heavily until gobs of fluid spat over her snatch, her body spasming in pleasure at the contact. I pried her ass cheeks apart and spat over her little anus before massaging the drooling cockhead over the little orifice, quickly impaling her as she gasped beneath me, both of our gazes locked on Wanda as she straddled Carol's face. Slowly descending, Warbird visibly panicked as she saw her ex-friend's cunt move closer to her mouth. "I want her mouth open, Malice," I commanded, thrusting deeper still into her, the pleasure more than enough to make her obey without question, a small force field keeping Carol's mouth open as the Witch's snatch finally made contact, Wanda rubbing her clit on her friend's face, allowing her cunt drool to smear itself all over her features. "My master helped transform me, slut," Wanda cried, her hips swivelling slowly over her Warbird's face, desperate to seek out pleasurable friction. "And now... now, he's fertilised me." I smiled and Malice gasped in shock, as we both witnessed blood pour from Wanda's pussy, even as she arched her back in climax, face pointed to the ceiling as she screamed in release, the blood smearing over Carol's face before she moved back down to lock the lips of her snatch onto Carol's mouth, the ecstasy giving way to pain as... "What's happening?" Malice asked, her own motions fucking back on my cock coming to a standstill as I approached the point of no return myself, my cock eager to spit its load deep into her bowels. No, not this time. "Wanda's transformation is complete. She is laying her eggs into Warbird's stomach. Eggs fertilised with my semen." I watched Carol's struggles become almost manic as she felt the eggs disappear down her gullet, aided by Malice's invisible force fields, her desperation at its zenith as she felt the eggs break in her windpipe, the muck inside shooting down into her guts, breaking itself down. I forced myself to prevent the inevitable climax I knew I would experience after I dipped into her mind, experiencing the dark magical forces of Wanda's power surge through her body, combined with the submissive juices of my cum, forcing her to obey us - to be our slave. By the time Wanda had laid her final egg, and dismounted herself from the new slave, Warbird was ours. I pulled free from Malice's vise-like asshole and took Wanda's place, my rock hard cock bobbing in front of Carol's face. Her eyes lit up as she saw the deep red crown at her lips and she reached forward, taking as much as she could into her mouth, sucking like a vacuum whilst her hands jerked me off rapidly. "That's it," smiled Malice as she crawled behind me, slowly working her index finger into my ass, insidiously bringing me ever closer to the brink. "Drown her." The climax felt wonderful, Carol's mouth desperately attempting to take the vast wads of cream I gave her, but it was a poor effort, and quickly the spunk spring free from her mouth, mixing in with Wanda's blood, more jism shooting out thanks to Malice's skilled anal probing. My ecstasy was cut short, however, by a searing agony forcing its way into my mind. I pulled free of the new slave-slut and fell to the bed crying in pain, red hot shards of purified pain lancing into my mind until I lost all sensation with the outside world. Despite the burning torment I focused, locating the pain to the psionic rapport I had established with Phoenix. Quickly I shut it down. However, in the intervening period, over half an hour had elapsed. "Glad you're back with us," Malice stated calmly. "We have something of an emergency on our hands. We have just gotten word from the White Queen. Selene has captured Phoenix... they're torturing her now." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----