Message-ID: <14916eli$9809011459@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pegasus777@hotmail.com Subject: NEW: Submission Agenda 27 (X-Men/Marvel, MF, MFF, mc, nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6sbr0e$h9p$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Here for your enjoyment is chapter 27 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 Seven: A Pryor Engagement I am not particularly used to pain, especially telepathically transmitted agony and it took some while for me to recover sufficiently. I spent a while in the darkness of my monitor room before I activated the circuitry required to gain access to the Hellfire Club's internal security net. I could not dare risk using my astral self to investigate. They had managed to find a way to get to me and I needed concrete information before I made the next move. It didn't take too long until I found the Black Queen's chambers, an almost dungeon-like creation in the bowels of the building greeted me and I saw with some anger that Phoenix had indeed been captured - she was clamped down to a metal table, stripped quite naked, her body impaled with around 20 or so acupuncture needles, each connected to a wire that led to a large, menacing looking piece of equipment next to the table. Phoenix herself was twisting wearily in her bonds, a sheen of sweat covering her lithe form, obviously recovering from the torture I had felt inflicted upon her. I had managed to disengage our psionic rapport and it had been a good hour since I first felt the attack. I wondered how much more of the excruciating pain my consort had endured. Her back to the security camera, I could make out the figure of the woman who had obviously perpetrated these acts of torture on my Phoenix... but the lighting was concentrated on Phoenix herself - I could not actually see who she was. One thing was for sure, it was not Selene - different build, different hair. "Are you ready to be more co-operative yet, Jean?" the woman asked, in a voice that was definitely very familiar. "I enjoyed watching you dance for me on pain setting two... it goes all the way up to five, you know." Phoenix ignored her, bringing about an audible sigh from her tormentor. She crossed the room, turning up a large dial on the equipment, Phoenix's eyes locked in horror as she readied herself for more torture. "I don't think you know how much I am enjoying this," the mystery woman slowly moved her index finger forwards, presumably about to press the button that would explode more searing pain deep into her subject. Phoenix gasped, eyes screwed shut as she awaited the inevitable... only the pain never came. A huge crack resounded through the air, the mystery woman shrieking in pain as she pulled back her hand and cradled it. I could tell immediately that Selene had now arrived and I watched as she coiled her whip and took center-stage, peering closely at Phoenix, kissing her on the lips gently. "I ordered you to await my arrival, Madelyne," Selene hissed, turning from her prey to pick up her companion. "Will not tolerate any deviance from my orders." I was not used to pain, but I can't say that I am too used to surprises either. However, the identity of the mystery woman was a wonderful bonus - Madelyne Pryor - Scott Summers' first wife, bearer of his child, genetically engineered clone of Jean Grey herself, a tool for the super villain Mr Sinister. I had heard rumours of her resurrection but now it was clear that she had been recruited by the Black Queen. Perhaps I had been remiss in not keeping a closer eye on the Hellfire Club. Regardless, Madelyne's sheer existence opened up a world of opportunities. Dressed in her tit-flesh exposing crop-top and rag-like thong I knew that this would be a woman I would have to possess. "My Lady," Madelyne fawned. "I only meant to please... I wanted her to talk before you arrived... I thought..." "You did not think at all," Selene remarked dismissively. "You sought to use my tools to inflict pain on my new acquisition. You don't realise, do you? I have no interest in Jean's information. That shall come with time. My aim is to break her, to make her mine just as you are. The both of you together in my bed... hmmm..." "My Lady?" "We shall prepare her. And when I believe she is ready, I expect you," she ran her hand over Madelyne's breasts and then dove downwards and rubbed her sex, "to apologise." "Of course, my Lady." Selene quickly turned her attention back to her prey. Phoenix had recovered enough in the last few minutes to be fully aware of what was about to transpire. I had to know what she felt, I had to understand the full range of Selene's power. Cautiously I reactivated the psionic bond between us, heightening the link, feeling her anticipation of what was to come, her fear of the Black Queen and her torturous equipment and even her subconscious desire for her captor. Even if Madelyne possessed telepathic skills on a level with Phoenix's (with I doubted), she would not be able to detect a psi-link this deep. I was safe, and since my consort was no longer in any immediate danger I decided that I could best determine the capabilities of Selene by allowing her to explore Phoenix's body. "You have nothing to fear, sweet Jean," Selene sighed, running her fingertips along her prey's naked flank. "We're going to be more than friends. I can make you love me... a process that will make me love you too. I will make your body sing..." "You do not know what you are doing," Phoenix replied plaintively. "You invite your own destruction." Selene stepped back and studied her for a moment, perhaps appreciating the true power of the telepath she held in her grasp. She returned to her prey, running her hand across the inhibitor collar that ran around Phoenix's neck. "Your collar is very warm - your resistance to the inhibitor is admirable, but it will burn through your flesh before your power can break through it. Resistance really is futile, my dear. Allow me to give you something more pleasant to occupy your thoughts." Selene turned her attention to the thin needles that punctured Phoenix's body, removing the ones from key pain centers and relocating them to the more erogenous areas of my consort's flesh. Ten needles were inserted into Phoenix's mammoth breasts, a further ten placed in the lips of her cunt, and in the surrounding flesh. For a final flourish, Selene gently pushed a needle in Phoenix's clitoris, massaging it gently as tiny metal object was pierced into her. Phoenix felt no pain at any of the intrusions - Selene was obviously skilled to a vast level in this regard. "Very good, Jean, very good," Selene reassured her subject. "You see I mean you no harm. But your life as you know it is about to change beyond recognition. Let me introduce you to sin." Selene closed her eyes and tensed, head tilted back slightly as she concentrated her powers. I recognised the look from her previous conquest of Kitty Pryde, my suspicions confirmed as a black, tar-like ooze sprung from the corners of her mouth, the Black Queen dipping forward to deeply kiss my consort, her tongue thrusting the black slime deep into Phoenix's mouth, Selene massaging her throat, forcing her to involuntarily swallow the offering. Satisfied with the impregnation, Selene backed off, moving south, the slime dripping onto her breasts, over her stomach, the dominatrix opening her mouth wide and taking perverse joy in spending the rest of her essence over Phoenix's cunt. She squealed at the contact, her body possessed by Selene's evil as it was slowly absorbed into her being. "Now we can begin." The twisted Black Queen returned her attention to the luscious body before her, admiring her own work as she contemplated the small metal needles sticking out obscenely from Phoenix's writhing flesh. "Your breasts are magnificent, Jean," Selene stated simply, eyes locked onto the generous mounds before her. "Let us both enjoy them." Adjusting her machine, Selene began to run a small current through the needles that impaled my consort's mammaries. The effect was literally electric, Phoenix gasping for air and moaning in abject lust. "So sensitive..." admired Selene hotly, watching as her prey's nipples hardened and elongated, the very shape of her breasts changing; contracting, then swelling. "I had expected more resistance from you, my dear." The Black Queen upped the current, enjoying Phoenix's convulsions on the table as raw, manufactured ecstasy blasted through her prey's titties. "So... fucking... good!" screamed Phoenix, back arched, tits thrust into the air, small sparks dancing over the needles that impaled her breast flesh. And then it stopped. Suddenly. Madelyne joined her mistress at the side of the table as Selene reached over and began to pluck the needles from Phoenix's breasts, a look of excitement and consternation on her face. "What is wrong, my Lady?" Madelyne enquired. "You did not stop with me until I had climaxed so many times I passed out." "True," smiled Selene, remembering her torture of Phoenix's clone vividly. "However, there is more to Jean here than meets the eye." The Black Queen drew her face closer to her prey's tit flesh, stroking the mounds slowly, hefting them slightly, then licking the side of her right breast slightly, enjoying Phoenix's response. "Madelyne, you are a clone of this woman and yet Jean here has been altered... she is already responsive. For a start, her breasts are larger than yours... and she sure as hell hasn't had any surgery. And watch this." Selene brushed her fingertips against Phoenix's nipple, then reached down and sucked hard on it, my consort herself quaking under a mini-climax as the Black Queen sucked her milk into her mouth. She swallowed it, enjoying the taste before returning for more. This time she did not swallow - instead she pulled Madelyne towards her and kissed her deeply, squirting Phoenix's juices deeply into her mouth. "My god..." Madelyne started, as she pulled away from the kiss, a white dribble of milk escaping her mouth. "Yes... the White Queen's mysterious benefactor who has supplied us with so many... interesting... conquests has also had his way with Jean Grey here. Her body has already been configured for his pleasure. I can sense his touch." "We should torture her for information," Madelyne stated calmly, licking her lips and watching the fear return to her hated double's eyes. "We should make her talk. She could compromise us." I sent telepathic summons to the Enchantress, figuring that I would have to work fast should Selene be tempted to follow the advice of her lover. However, I could sense from Phoenix and maybe even see in Selene's eyes that she was far more interested in the sexual possession of the defiled X-Woman. She had already sensed that Phoenix was not 'configured' in the same way as the whores that we had sent to the Hellfire Club. I sensed that she was curious to see just how loyal Phoenix was to me, how deep the conditioning was. In essence she still wanted her. "I think..." started Selene slowly. "Jean here isn't going to compromise us at all, my dear. Look at her, Madelyne, she is a creature of dark lusts, a ripe fruit whose juices can be savoured if... you know where to squeeze. Look at her eyes - she wants it. Needs it. Watch." The Black Queen unclasped her ebony-coloured cloak, allowing its flowing mass to drop to the floor as she slowly opened the black bodice of her costume, exposing her generous breasts to Phoenix's rapt gaze. Turning, she entered a series of commands into her equipment, small sparks electrifying her prey's vagina, Phoenix whimpering as the current sent jolts of rapture flowing through her cunt, its inner petals moistening, slackening as her arousal increased still further. Selene leaned forwards, taking my consort's right breast in both hands, beginning a slow, rhythmic stroking motion, Phoenix mewing in enjoyment as Selene coaxed the milk from her nipples, rubbing it over her entire tit, using it almost as a lubricant. "So much like jerking off a cum-spewing cock," remarked Selene hotly, upping the motion as she was Phoenix respond so grandly. "You love to be milked, don't you sweetie?" Her prey responded only by pushing her tits outwards, encouraging Selene to abuse her still further, her left breast weeping in sympathy. "Now is the time for your apology, Madelyne," Selene ordered, beckoning to the other breast. "Do it." Gingerly, Madelyne stepped forwards, marvelling at the full globe which responded so wonderfully to her touch. Both women pulled on the breasts, stroking them, licking them, Phoenix descending into a maelstrom of sexual excitement, the current coursing through her cunt increasing all the time, even as the ecstasy flowing through both her breasts also upped itself exponentially. I could sense it all. She was close to her release - a climax to equal the cock-fuelled rapture I gave her on a regular basis. The difference, of course, was that Selene was not the mistress here. She was merely being primed for me thanks to her exposure to the many whores I had sent her way, and now thanks to the possession chemicals she absorbed from my consort. The Black Queen had a smile locked on her face now as she continued the masturbation of Phoenix's mammaries, now lost in the joyous abandonment of her milk, rubbing it all over herself, before returning to the source, pulling on the tit-flesh, working both of her hands around the gland, each squeezing in opposite directions... just as an experienced dairy worker would milk a cow's udder. And finally we reached the glorious moment where the stimulation finally became too much for my Phoenix, the combination of Selene and Madelyne's efforts with the needle currents driving her over the edge. With a triumphant scream, she came, jets of her tit-milk shooting forth over her tormentors, Madelyne ripping off her clothing with one telekinetic blast as the liquid coated her. Selene leaning forwards to catch the torrent on her face, both women drawn to sucking deeply on the blasting nipples. Moments later, Phoenix realised that now the boot was on the other foot. Still under the immediate influence of her juices, Selene and Madelyne would doubtless obey her instructions and within seconds her bonds had been loosened and the inhibitor collar removed. Mentally sedating her tormentors, she clutched her head as new sensations flowed through her mind and body. I probed deeper into our rapport, seeking answers. Selene's black essence was clearly the cause, I could feel the radiating power of the black ooze as it permeated Phoenix's being, desperately seeking to change my consort, to over-power my dominant programming. I cast my mind back to Selene's encounter with Kitty Pryde. "That's the essence of my lusts... the dark and rank perversions that as Black Queen I enjoy so much. Once it's inside of you, it'll grow and nurture itself, shaping, bending and moulding you..." Selene was an immortal - a being whose sexual experience and perversions spanned centuries. I wondered how her dark lusts would integrate themselves with the Dark Phoenix I had created. I thrilled at the potential of our next sexual encounter... what manner of evil was she now capable of? On less experienced girls like Pryde the essence clearly opened their minds to the horror of the life that awaited them as whores of the Hellfire Club. But what would occur to my Phoenix, a being already tainted with dark evil from many sources? I was... fascinated to discover exactly what. *** The journey to the Hellfire Club was fairly excruciating. In terms of magical teleportation, the safest method had to be using the Enchantress's Asgardian powers. However, the bitch knew exactly what kind of effect her body had on my libido... just as my own powers made me irresistible to my prey, so had the long centuries of perfecting her physical form done the same to my Asgardian slave. Since Wanda's enslavement I had practically banished her, else all thoughts of the Agenda would be lost... lost in the velvety softness of her exquisite cunt. "Methinks my master purposefully denies himself the pleasures of my form," observed the Enchantress as the teleportation mists cleared. "Mayhap were I to take my pleasures with Selene, thy favours may be returned to me?" I shuddered at the thought. I had witnessed some of the Enchantress's acts of evil upon mere mortals - especially recently where I had ordered her to pose new problems for the Avengers to battle against whilst my Agenda continued. But still, I reasoned, Selene wasn't just a mere mortal. It would be interesting to see the Enchantress up against a formidable opponent. "So be it," I replied. I zeroed in on Phoenix, feeling the psionic bond between us tighten as I drew closer. I reached an oak-panelled door deep within the bowels of the Hellfire Club, knowing that my consort was behind it. I could feel Phoenix's malevolence, the distillation of evil that I knew I was responsible for giving her. All of a sudden I just stopped cold and wondered, what is this all about? What objective have I achieved in bringing about the now inevitable armageddon? I seemed to recall some kind of purity of purpose when I first begun the Agenda... and now? Now I was different - a being coloured by dark forces that, god help me, were beyond my control. Now so close to Phoenix I could sense her thoughts directly, as though her mind were now part of my own, and like a drug injection I could feel my self-doubt wash away, a tide of dark evil bridging the gap between us, a feeling of lust course through my veins as I pushed the door open. I felt the darkness grip my heart as I witnessed the scene in front of me, my cock stiffening in seconds as I sensed the presence of another bitch demanding my cum. Madelyne Pryor was pinned to the floor, struggling widely under the assault of the Dark Phoenix, my consort slowly rubbing her weeping pussy over her double's face, her hands stretched forwards, pulling and kneading the breasts in front of her. Animalistic grunts escaped Phoenix's mouth as she rotated her hips over Madelyne's face, her own features contorted with the look I knew so well - she had moved beyond orgasm, now she was in a constant state of sexual nirvana, her cunt sloppily jetting out the cream that binds all of her slaves to our will, the volume of fluids now enough so as to drip down Maddie's chin and pool around her neck. Phoenix's telekinetic powers shredded the clothes I wore and roughly massaged my cock into full erection, my consort pushing all the buttons as I sensed another telekinetic probe push deeply into my rectum, massaging me from the inside. I groaned in pleasure and approached the writhing couple. *Let me give you the ultimate gift* Phoenix demanded telepathically, Madelyne's thighs parting before me. *Feel the same woman love you twice over* I buried myself in her thoughts as I knelt before Madelyne's splayed legs, finding only my Phoenix in her mind. I realised that there was no real Madelyne Pryor any more. Her mind was now a mirror image of my consort's, their two psyches now inextricably linked. Two women, the same mind, working as one. Fuck one and you fuck the other, pleasure one and allow the both of them to pleasure you. So this was Selene's original scheme in kidnapping who she thought was Jean Grey. What a magnificent plan. What an immaculate concept. I buried myself deep in Madelyne's weeping snatch, grunting wildly as I saw Phoenix respond as though she had been impaled, her cunt jetting out more of her cream over a spluttering Madelyne. Phoenix's mind, combined with Madelyne's was exponentially more powerful and its effect on me through the three-way sexual union was explosive in my mind. I could sense that some kind of resistance in my mind was dropping away as I ploughed deeper into Madelyne, Phoenix leaning forwards to kiss me deeply. At that moment, for a split-second, my mind pictured Mary Jane kissing me, but as our lips met and her tongue penetrated my mouth, there was only Phoenix. Both of her. In my head. I could feel myself spurt deep into Madelyne, but the physical ecstasy was almost inconsequential compared to the sensations the women blasted into my mind's eye. *This is how we fuck from now on, lover* Images flooded my mind. Laying on top of Phoenix, fucking her deeply, feeling her precious milk squirt onto my chest as I took her, Madelyne lying on my back, lactacting sympathetically, cunt spasming as she enjoyed Phoenix's ecstasy, her lubed finger thrusting deeply into my ass. And then... ultimate oral pleasure as Madelyne engulfed my prick in her mouth, sucking ferociously, Phoenix's tongue teasing the underside of my scrotum before rimming its way around my anus, both women frenching deeply around my cum-spewing cock. And then... both women sandwiching Rachel Summers - Jean's daughter from an alternate future, a mass of beautiful red hair, perfect curves and unspeakably incestuous rapture. I gave in to Phoenix's wishes, losing myself in the sheer carnality of the situation, my prick withdrawing from Madelyne's cunt, more white cream blasting from the tip, covering Maddie's torso, matting her pubic hair. I came down from the high as the kiss between Phoenix and myself ended. I opened my eyes to see the incredible Phoenix energy bird construct around my consort begin to die away. Looking down I saw that Maddie had now been transformed physically to match the bodily perfection of Phoenix herself - tight, higher, larger breasts, sleeker curves, all evidence of the ravages of time removed from her body. "From now on, we are one," stated Phoenix simply, her body looking even more beautiful covered in the sheen of exertion, her breasts and cunt still leaking profusely over the unconscious form of Madelyne below. "There is no more conflict. Madelyne Pryor and the Phoenix are one entity, all-powerful... and all yours." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----