Message-ID: <16553eli$9810160748@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pegasus777@hotmail.com Subject: NEW: Submission Agenda 31 (Marvel/X-Men, MF, MFF, MC, inc, NC, rape) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <705egb$drh$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Here's another batch of chapters for Submission Agenda. Please don't mail me asking for the location of previous chapters. You can find them all here at the Grey Archive: http://website.lineone.net/~glasswalker/archive.htm If you have any comments, criticisms and suggestions, feel free to mail pegasus777@hotmail.com. I thank you. Chapter Thirty One: Corruption of the Innocent "I'm curious Mrs Richards. The last time any one saw you, you were the devoted wife of the world's leading scientific mind, plus an established super heroine. Now I face you as you represent one of the globe's most corrupt, evil organisations. I can't help but be curious." The setting was a small, candlelit, almost intimate dinner for two in the chambers of the Black Queen deep within the New York headquarters of the Hellfire Club. Malice, one of my darkest angels of desire had chosen to entertain the organisation's biggest sponsor. And biggest user. "Mr Gideon, I would prefer you address me as 'Black Queen' or 'Malice'... Susan Richards ceased to exist some weeks ago. I am her darker, more powerful self. It is only fitting that I should run the more... interesting aspects of the Hellfire Club's organisation." Gregory Gideon regarded his dinner date carefully. There was no doubt that this was the Invisible Woman, Susan Richards. But he could tell that there was something different about her. He'd battled the Fantastic Four in the past and there was a new air of malevolence about her. Her deep blue eyes accentuated a powerful sensuality, a sexual confidence that only the Black Queen could possess. She had dressed to please him - a figure-hugging black dress that emphasised her curves and displayed ample amounts of cleavage, her nipples apparent through the thin black material of the outfit. Her very appearance worked to arouse him, to want him to take her. "My apologies, Black Queen. My vast fortune has helped the Hellfire Club through a great many crises," noted Gideon dryly. "In that time, I have arranged something of an understanding with the Inner Circle... a mutually beneficial understanding." I could sense the triumph in Malice's mind as she studied Gideon's face. Tall, powerfully built and quite bald, he radiated authority. He was used to getting his way. Most women find such a combination a powerful attracting factor, but I could see that my angel merely wanted to use him to carry out my whims. She truly is a remarkable creature. "An understanding that sees the Hellfire Club spending your money carte blanche, in exchange for open access to the sex slaves my predecessor trained," observed Malice coldly. Gideon smiled. "Her whores were exceptional, Black Queen," affirmed Gideon, grinning slyly. "But Selene and I had an arrangement I would dearly like to continue with her replacement. Your predecessor knew that the Hellfire Club required a small amount of male slaves... and all boys need firm... male... guidance. Selene's rewards for my efforts were both personal and... stimulating." Of course, Malice had known all of this before arranging this rendezvous. Her orders from me had been explicit - to bring her son into our fold, to recruit his raw, mutant power into our organisation - one of the final additions to the powerbase. After reviewing some of the videotapes of Selene and Gideon's performances, she had a plan. Now with Gideon hopelessly infatuated with her, it would be a simple matter to carry it out. "I have seen what you and Selene have done in the past. It intrigues me. I have a particularly interesting male for us to... enjoy. I have no doubts that the personal rewards I can give you will be... first class." Malice's brow furrowed slightly through concentration as her invisible force fields penetrated Gideon's clothing, bringing about a sudden, strangled gasp from the billionaire financier. The once Invisible Woman licked her lips seductively as her powers brought Gideon instantly to erection, swirling currents of her cosmic-spawned powers rushing around his sensitive genitals, teasing the head relentlessly, caressing his shaft and gently manipulating his testicles. She felt an incredible sense of satisfaction as another field expertly played with his sensitive anal ring, sending his hips out of control, bucking against the underside of the table, Malice staring into his eyes as the cutlery was sent flying from the table. "Do you want me to stop, Mr Gideon?" she cooed, running her finger along the exposed curve of her breast. "N-no!" he gasped loudly, his eyes locked onto her exposed tit-flesh, his desire for her escalating exponentially. "Do you have doubts about the rewards I can give you?" she asked softly, knowing that he was approaching orgasm rapidly. "God no!" he cried. "Y-you're... incredible!" Malice smiled at the compliment, teasing him ever closer to the final release, slowing down as she felt the muscles in his cock near their spastic state, where control was lost and his cum would flow freely. She wanted her imprinting to be perfect and delayed the inevitable. "Will you 'train' my boy, Mr Gideon?" she asked, leaning forwards, bunching her breasts together, allowing her drool to escape her mouth, knowing it would land on her ample flesh, knowing the effect it would have. "Anything for you, Black Queen!" he screeched, eyes locked on the wet spot on her breasts, his mind desperately wanting to reach out and touch them, to maul them, to suck them, to fuck them until they were coated with puddles of his cream. "Look at me, Gideon. Look at my eyes," the irresistible Invisible Woman commanded. It was torture for the world's richest man to break his attention from the twin globes of Malice's perfect breasts, but the order pierced his very soul as his body was wracked with an ecstasy that he had never felt before. His mind raced with the possibilities. This woman gave him more pleasure than he could have ever imagined... and she wasn't even touching him! How would it feel to take her, to feel her against him as his cock claimed her body? He finally met her gaze. "Look at my eyes," she had commanded again and now he was lost in them, forever. "I want you to see my eyes as you come." His prick felt as though ten... no twenty tongues were teasing his more sensitive areas. He knew he could not resist and he did not want to. The throb built quickly in his tortured penis, his balls almost felt as though they were being squeezed when Malice finally uttered the phrase the would forever haunt his destiny. "Come for me Mr Gideon. Come for your mistress." "MISTRESS!" *** The commands from his mistress were still something of a puzzle to Gideon as he unlocked the door behind which his prey waited. Franklin Richards... he could scarcely believe that his own mother was going to be behind the acts which awaited the young boy. It didn't matter to him though. All that concerned him was the reward that awaited him, the prospect of his flesh moving against her's, his pleasures multiplied as the most succulent example of womanhood he had ever encountered was unwrapped before his eyes, her naked form presented to him for his enjoyment. His mind was still raw from the sheer power of the orgasmic release Malice had pulled from him. He could still see her eyes, a mixture of raw pleasure, malevolence and satisfaction as he had came for her. The sperm had almost literally been torn from his balls as he had surged under her invisible ministrations... and yet he knew the pleasure to be a mere hint of what was to come. The room inside was dark, lit only by the cathode rays of a vast monitor set into the wall at the chamber's end. Silently he entered the room, noting the frenzied movements coming from the high-backed chair directly in front of the screen. He smelled the air, the definite musk of male ejaculate heavy in the atmosphere. Guess he's been quite busy, Gideon surmised, grinning to himself. His face was a mask of appreciation as he watched the screen. A naked man was tied down into a sumptuous leather chair - he was in his early forties, Gideon judged, his features contorted with desire as the X-Man Psylocke slowly stripped in front of him, peeling away her negligee to reveal her massive, pendulous breasts, nipples alive with arousal. Gideon heard a moan of appreciation from the chair in front of him. Franklin Richards was masturbating, pulling himself off to the image of Betsy Braddock. He felt the stirrings of lust deep within himself as he watched the beautiful purple-haired woman completely disrobe before dropping to her knees, crawling towards the bound man. "Suck me Betsy!" he pleaded. "I need it!" Gideon crept up behind the high-backed chair, looking down to see the newly adolescent Franklin Richards feverishly jerking away as he watched Psylocke's plump lips slowly engulf the man's penis, her eyes closed in pleasure, her cheeks concave as she sucked... and sucked hard. I watched the entire scene in my astral form, knowing the importance of Richards' recruitment into our fold. However, I too was enraptured by the scene on the screen, Psylocke using her tremendous oral skills to nip, lick and suck her client to the most incredible climax he had ever experienced. It was quite a marvel to behold. I remembered how she had used those skills on me, how she had debased herself totally whilst pleasuring me with an intensity that only the Enchantress could match. I could have made her into one of my most devastating dark angels, a woman whose command of the arts of love would have made any man her's. Instead I had made her into a whore, a woman whose sole objective in life is to use those gifts for the paid pleasure of man. Any man. And yet it had to be done. Everyone had their place in the plan. The screen was filled with Psylocke's face, the erect cock bobbing in front of her as her tongue shot out to bathe the head with her saliva, before teasing the underside, her hand jerking rapidly as his hips thrust his cock clumsily between her pouting lips. "I'm so close, Betsy!" Gideon did a double take. It wasn't the man being pleasured who had shouted this, it was Franklin. I wasn't too surprised. To date, Franklin's entire sexual education had come from this screen. Peering into his mind, I could see that the days of constant video feeds such as this one had instigated the desired effect on the boy's confused mind. He had witnessed man after man taking advantage of the Hellfire Club whores, fucking them senseless in every conceivable way. In his mind now was the solid association that women pleasured men and men used women. Now when he watched the screen it was him being serviced, his prick being tongue-bathed, his cock sinking deeply into the whore's cunt... or asshole. All he needed was a woman and some encouragement and he would be recruited with ease. Thinking about it I could see Malice's point of view in getting Gideon to provide that encouragement - just about the only woman on the planet who could confuse him now was his own mother. "Yes, Betsy, YES!" the man screamed as Psylocke rubbed her lips over the underside of his glans, sighing as white cream shot from the slit, coating her lips, cheeks, shooting up her nostrils. "God YES!" Franklin screamed, Gideon looking down to see him spraying with abandon, arcs of his cum shooting onto his chest and neck, not caring where his sperm flew, just enraptured in the moment of release. The boy's libido barely dropped. I could sense that the lad was as horny as ever; certainly his prick remained locked into erection, the jerking continuing as he watched Betsy lick the man's prick affectionately before rubbing his cream into her face, then sucking her fingers clean. I could sense that Selene had also affected his body chemistry, enhancing the hormones that controlled his libido... a further part of his conditioning. "I have been sent to collect you," began Gideon. Franklin turned around suddenly, ashamed at being caught not only naked but with his engorged penis in his hands. He looked around desperately for his pants. "Don't worry boy... my mistress has judged you ready. You are to be mated." "Mated?" Franklin asked, his face betraying his concern. "Yes. We have selected females to pleasure you. I am to be your guide. To be sure that you properly... use... them." The boy gulped loudly before rising to collect his clothes. I could sense some fear about him, but the true motivational factor was desire. Every time he masturbated, the frustration was building within him. A parade of beauty on screen had tortured him, with only his hand able to give him relief and even then, it wasn't good enough, the lusts had simply returned with a biting edge of sexual frustration that was driving him over the edge. I began to pity the girls that Malice had chosen for him. Gideon took him into a room... an oak-panelled chamber that Franklin recognised immediately. This was where moments ago he had seen Psylocke orally pleasure her client. He saw the leather chair in the centre of the room, the ropes discarded on the ground next to it. The air was still ripe with the smell of sex, the lingering perfume of Betsy's scent. I could sense Franklin's heart begin to pound within his chest, his cock leaping to attention as the realisation sunk in that he was going to finally be able to perform the acts he had born witness to so frequently over the last few days. His mouth grew dry with the anxiety. In preparation he dropped the bundle of clothes that had covered his nudity and afforded himself a smile. His immature mind was the slave of the adolescent urges that Selene had brought from him, his mind and body were on fire. He grunted in need as Gideon brought in his first woman. Her face was covered in a leather mask, long auburn hair escaping from the bottom of it. Franklin found himself concentrating on her body, clothed as it was in a leather bustier that accentuated her tits, a small leather thong protecting her cunt. Otherwise, save a pair of high-heel shoes, she was quite naked... a visual feast of flesh... he stepped forwards in anticipation as Gideon forced her down onto her knees. "You're going to let me have... her?" he asked, his eyes still roaming over her body. "Who is she? Why is she wearing a mask?" "You know her, boy," Gideon replied ominously. "The mistress knows of your affection for this girl. She is to be your first test. Unmask her... but remember, she is yours. Yours to command. Do with her as you please. Have her." Franklin knew who she was even before he reached forward to pull off the mask. It hadn't been so long ago that he had last spoken with her, shared confidences with her, loved her like the big sister he could never have. And here she was for him, gift-wrapped, a female who would give him that which he craved the most. "Kitty..." he sighed pulling off the mask. I marvelled at Malice's genius... exploiting his immature puppy love crush for the girl... not knowing (or indeed being able to understand) just how much she had been altered by Selene, how the weeks of prostitution had turned her from the upstanding heroine he adored into the craven prostitute who had surrendered her mind, soul and body to the worship of man... any man who had the money. Kitty Pryde and Franklin Richards locked eyes, the boy triumphant as his own need was reflected in hers, the full power of his crush returning with a vengeance. "My... how you've grown, Franklin," Kitty purred, leaning forwards, trapping her breasts between her outstretched arms, emphasising her charms. I could feel the torture in his mind. The fond memories of how he had befriended the Pryde girl as she clung on to existence as both his father and the evil Doctor Doom had worked to save her life, how his simple faith in humanity had been the anchor she had needed to fight for life, her warm gratitude once her life had been saved. At the same time here was a bitch in heat, girl flesh all too eager to accept his throbbing penis, a female who would pleasure him. How different had been the cries of ecstasy from the men on the video screen when compared to his own shouts of orgasmic release. He would no longer need his hand any more. He could do it properly. He could fuck the girl. Possess her. Make her do whatever he chose. Franklin Richards was lost. He was staring at her chest, his gaze caught up in the soft curves being proffered to him. "What do you want from her, Franklin?" Gideon asked, frustrated at the lack of action. "The girl is yours. She only needs your simplest command." "Kitty... let me... let me see... you." She smiled accommodatingly, reaching behind her to unclasp the leather halter top, closing her eyes in joy as her breasts bounced free. Kitty Pryde looked deeply into the eyes of her lover to be, cupping both of her mounds, lifting them to clearly display her erect buds. "I am yours, my sweet," she sighed. "Take me... and let me take you to heaven." There was nothing that Franklin wanted more, yet the ice-cold fear of a virgin had seized him, the fear of the unknown, the uncertainty that the uninitiated had to conquer when taking their first partner. Gideon knew it too. It was clear that he'd been here many times before and I sensed that he knew how to deal with it. Perhaps were Kitty to take the initiative, it would be enough, but this would not do. To Gideon a man had to be strong, he had to take the first step or in this crucial stage he would forever feel submissive to the female. No, Franklin Richards would have to learn by example. Another girl he cared about would have to be taken by proxy. Only by example would he learn. Franklin's shock intensified as he recognised the bowed form of Jubilee herded into the room, clad only in a see-though nightie, her face made up like a whore's, her bobbed hair now grown to shoulder length. Inside her mind I could sense her torment. Selene had not been so kind to her. After her ordeal at the hands of Mr Fantastic she had been assigned duties as a non-consential prostitute. A lot of the Hellfire Club's more vicious members enjoyed taking a girl forcefully. Selene's only conditioning with Jubilee had been to make her respond to the brutality, to make her like it, to make her resistance melt into acceptance and then finally, orgasm. Forced onto her knees by Gideon's powerful hands, she looked up in fear as the bald man pulled off his robe and began to fondle his genitals right in front of her eyes. The torment in Franklin's mind intensified even as Kitty snuggled into his arms, both of them watching the imminent deflowering in front of them. Franklin knew Jubilee, he cared for her, but at this time all he could really see was a girl about to be fucked, a girl about to receive the cock she obviously craved. She wore the make-up of a whore, and he was drawn to her painted red lips, his mind wandering to the image of his boy-prick spewing white cream over her mouth, forcing her to suck him dry. The feeling of Kitty's warm flesh against his brought an extra urgency to his erection, the girl giggling as he thrust his cock against her back and reached around to grope her exposed breasts. "Jubilee... tell Franklin what you are... what you will do for me," Gideon demanded in a calm, matter of fact tone of voice. "I... will be paid to have him... I will give him pleasure. My body is his to enjoy. His cock will flood me and I will... I..." "What will you do, slut? Tell Franklin." "I will cum for him." She began to cry, but Gideon was not interested. He used his fingers to open her mouth by force and drew his cock level, grunting as he pushed it into her mouth. "Yes!" he cried, between gasps and laughter. Franklin pulled harder on Kitty's nipples as he watched Gideon's meat push in and pull out of Jubilee's mouth. He could hear her gag, he could see her reaction, her resistance. But it didn't matter. She had said that she would cum. Why should she lie? She had admitted she was a whore. Gideon's face was a contorted expression of sheer pleasure as face-fucked her mercilessly. It was the look that Franklin so envied, the look of a man enjoying a girl, the look of a man not using his hand to pleasure himself. "I... I want..." he stuttered into Kitty's ear. "Put my... put my thing in your..." Kitty turned to face him. She knew what he wanted, but she was under orders only to obey the most explicit commands. Franklin saw her beautiful features, her distinctive jewish nose, her open mouth and puffy lips. The image of Jubilee's cum coated features was replaced with the thought of Kitty tonguing the cum from his cock even as streams of his cream coated her face. "Put my thing... in your mouth." Gideon howled in triumph as Kitty went down and licked the boy's cock slowly, before sucking him into her warm oral depths. He pulled out of Jubilee's mouth, pulling her to her feet, relishing the sound of fabric tearing as he exposed her little 13-year-old titties, before pulling away the see-through garment totally. He enjoyed her struggle as he pushed her onto the ground, forcing his knees between hers, appreciating her whimpers and cries of "no!" as he ran his cock over her bald little pussy, knowing that the friction on her clit would wet her opening sufficiently. He also knew that Franklin would be watching, that the obscene act coupled with Kitty's accomplished oral technique would take him over the edge. He would learn that submissive woman would service him, that those who resisted would be forced to orgasm against their wills. Franklin's eyes burned with triumph as he saw Gideon's cock plough deeply into Jubilee's tight little cunt, his mind awash with burning fire as his own lusts were stoked by the display and the feelings of raw pleasure that shot through him as he felt the heavenly suction on his prick, the ever-dancing tongue darting from one sensitive area to an even more exciting one, the exquisite teasing as Kitty lightly tickled the underneath of his bald scrotum. As Jubilee cried out in pain at the most savage penetrating thrust yet, Franklin screamed in release and came hard, appreciating the choking noises coming from below him as Kitty gagged on the thick white cream that shot forth from the head. "Keep sucking... I ain't finished!" he ordered, feeling his cock retain its rigidity even after the mind-numbing climax. Franklin felt his hips involuntarily flick themselves into Kitty's mouth as he continued to watch Jubilee getting the treatment, feeling triumphant as she saw her finally begin to gasp and moan beneath the relatively hulking form of Gideon. "She's breaking!" cried the man triumphantly as he felt the fresh layers of her cream seep across his buried prick. "Fuckin' whore's gonna take it good!" "Yes..." Franklin murmured as he watched Jubilee's legs fold around Gideon's buttocks, her face twisted in ecstasy as the pummelling thrusts worked their magic upon her. "Cum... go on do it... cum... cum you... y-you whore!" Jubilee screamed in release, her hips pistoning madly as she came. Gideon continued to pound into her, finally pulling out, the angry red head pitting its white venom over her bald little cunt, before being sprayed over her stomach, tits and face, a maniacal Gideon laughing to himself as he forced his still-leaking prick head over her lips, over her nose and into her eye socket. Franklin pulled Kitty away from him, oblivious to the disappointment in her eyes, his mind locked onto the needs of his own cock. He had seen how simple it was. He pulled away Kitty's thong with contemptuous ease and crawled in between her legs, his gaze fixated upon her lightly thatched little pussy. "Gonna... gonna put it in your hole... yeah..." His cock dribbled cum as it approached the waiting snatch, the young boy surging in another mind-rending climax as he pushed it inside of her, screaming in ecstatic triumph. I heard laughter in my mind as Franklin took his first girl... Malice triumphant, despite her still having failed to carry out her primary objective. But yes... that could wait. Her progress so far had been most satisfactory and as long as the job was performed properly I could wait for the results. -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----