Message-ID: <16557eli$9810160854@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pegasus777@hotmail.com Subject: NEW: Submission Agenda 34 (Marvel/X-Men, MF, MFF, MC, inc, NC, rape) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: philabs-gw.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to using -f Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <705epl$e89$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 Four: Open to Suggestion As I suspected Nate Grey couldn't really hide too well within New York City. With the sort of psionic energies the so-called "most powerful mutant on earth" possessed, it was relatively simple for the trio of redheads to track him down. The guy is an enigma. Brought to this timeline from an alternate Earth where Apocalypse ruled supreme, he was created by the mutant geneticist Mr Sinister as the ultimate weapon, the ultimate insurance policy against the tyrannical leader. Technically speaking he is Jean Grey's son - his body grown from Sinister's gene tanks using her and Scott Summers' DNA. Somehow he'd managed to find his way to our existence, but since then has had much difficulty fitting it to the simple black and white of being either super hero or super villain. The overriding factor, I guess, is that Nate is still young - just a little older than me, in fact. Unlike me, he doesn't know what to do with his life, what purpose he should have and whom he should call his allies. That is probably the best reason I have for confidence in winning him over into the agenda... a lack of clarity of purpose makes anybody easy pickings. It's also the reason I haven't had to face him as an adversary yet. The world's most powerful telepaths are all my slaves... bar him. I honestly believe that he just doesn't care what happens in the coming apocalypse. Certainly, there's only one reason we found him in a certain New York night club. He's a young man who wants to get laid. Telepathically, I'm with Stephanie as she enters the smoky, neon-light environment, joining the dance floor, letting herself go to the urgent beats of the music. Like Nate, there's only really one thing on her mind. I'm certainly not surprised at the reaction her presence has on the guy. Her mind and his resonate almost perfectly and for a telepath of Nate's prowess, her simple urges must be like a siren call to his libido. It's only a matter of minutes before he has left the bar, searching out the club to find the female mind that he has touched. I can imagine his curiosity - he would never have felt a resonance within the mind of another before. I also severely doubt that the flood of lust that besieges his mind is commonplace either. Stephanie has a fantastic body, voluptuous, all curves, yet with enough height to make her look elegant and desirable to any normal man. Her mane of long red hair is alive as she dances, a smile on her face, knowing that she is irresistible to her prey. She only has to fend off the attention of two men before Nate finally makes his move, joining her on the dance floor, easily slipping into her steps, their eyes meeting, the message sent between them obvious in its carnality. He moves closer, maintaining the rhythm of the dance, adapting it so as to run his hands over her hips, moving behind her to catch a feel of her ass. Everything about my sister screams "access". Her black skirt is tiny, the tops of her stockings clearly visible, her see-through crimson top has a plunging neckline, revealing her generous cleavage, her black bra very visible through the fabric. I know that she is not wearing any panties. What would be the point? Stephanie can feel his hands circling around her torso now, slowly moving up and she smiles as she feels his legs grinding into the backs of her thighs. She thrusts her ass back, rubbing his crotch, hearing him groan even through the inhumanly loud music. Stephanie wants him fully erect before the dance ends. Turning to face him, she smiles, knowing that his eyes are caught on the promising cleavage she has just rubbed against his chest, moving her mouth into his neck, kissing and nipping lightly at the skin. He returns the compliment, his hands running rampant, caressing her back then moving down to once again cup her buttocks. One of Stephanie's hands is around Nate's shoulder, keeping the intimacy of the dance strong, even as the other is stroking back and forth across the bulge in his pants. "Let's get out of here, lover," Stephanie shouts into Nate's ear, stepping back to see his response. Moments later, the couple are outside in the cold night air, diving into a tiny, darkened alleyway less than a block away from the night club. The weather is not pleasant - rain is bucketing down at a ferocious rate, but neither of them seem to pay it much mind. They are kissing passionately, their tongues dancing around each other's as Stephanie presses Nate against the wet brick wall. They have not even spoken yet. My sister recognises the need in Nate's eyes as she breaks the kiss and stares into his eyes. His legs are spliced with hers and she can feel his uncompromising erection against her upper thigh. She silences him with one finger laid across his lips as he attempts to stutter something to her. Stephanie smiles, rubbing her palm across his entrapped erection, then unzipping him, before reaching inside to find and retrieve his throbbing hardness. He grunts as she pulls it free and begins to stroke it, feeling his hips begin to instinctively thrust his meat further into her grasp. "I'm a messenger, Nate," she begins, looking him in the eye. "Madelyne Pryor has sent me to find you." "Madelyne?" he gasps, his body still in the thrall of my sister's perfect masturbation technique. "What... wh-what does she want?" "Just come with me... you won't be alone with her... I'll be there all the way." To illustrate her commitment she quickly drops to her knees, her mouth now level with her hands as they both stroke and pull at his reddened cock meat. She pulls his foreskin back completely, revealing the purple head, spitting onto it then using her fingers to rub the lubricant into his most sensitive area. She feels the violent jerk in her hands and knows that Nate Grey is close to orgasm now, but regardless she encircles the head in her pouting lips, before moving downwards, taking his shaft into her mouth, allowing her tongue to dance around the head before rubbing it over the underside of his cock. Nate is too preoccupied, obviously, to feel my intrusion into his mind. His lust shouts loud through his consciousness... all he desires is to fuck this girl, to send his cum spurting deeply into her mouth and then... and then to spear her cunt with his prick. For Nate, the male urge to penetrate and own female territory is as mental as it is physical. As his cock saws in and out of the wet, grasping vacuum wonderland that is my sister's mouth, a subconscious urge to fuck her mind becomes apparent, intangible energies seeking to penetrate her consciousness... to claim her... Unfortunately for him I anticipated this and now the same resonance that drew him to Stephanie in the club is working against him again. I can see - almost visualise - the energies, as they seek to enter her brain, to claim her as his sexual domain. But it's not going to work. The resonance works equally well in producing a kind of psychic feedback and the effect is extraordinary. Nate's body tenses and the unexpected sexual energies flowing through his mind are coupled with the sudden wild sucking, tonguing and jerking of my sister as she works his cock faster and faster, laughing as she pulls it free, watching his cock slit open up, sending stream after stream of warm white cum flying over her features as she continues milking it with both her hands. I can feel that he's almost lobotomised after that particular experience - mental and physical surrender on a scale he would not have ever felt before. Now was the time to see whether my anticipated side effects would take hold on the boy. Stephanie straightened up, lifting Nate's face so he could see her eyes. She smiled at the emptiness in them. His mind was still recovering from the psionic feedback, but the sparkle of his lust was still present, his cock was still at full erection. "You'll do anything for me won't you honey?" Stephanie whispered, running the back of her hand across his cheek, smiling as he nodded slowly. "Then come fuck me." She backed away until she found the other side of the thin alley way, pulling at the thin see-through top until it ripped in half, unfastening her bra via its clasp on the front and slowly, sexily, wriggling out of the tiny skirt, exposing her red-bearded pussy. Nate merely growled as he advanced upon her, pulling his pants off en route, staring at her long legs and bra-covered breasts. The black garment still hung on to her tits, Stephanie figuring that the guy should have to do at least something to earn the right to enjoy her mammaries. The smile on his face as he exposed her full, rounded breasts and erect nipples told Stephanie that she'd made the right choice. He watched for a moment as the beating rain ricocheted off her tit-meat, making her nipples become even more erect, urging him to bend down and suck on them. "Just fuck me lover," Stephanie urged, spreading her legs apart, feeling his cock instantly spring into the warm gap between her legs. "Do it!" I could feel the pain in his mind as he pushed his forearms under her thighs and lifted her from the ground, forcing his hips in between her legs, bringing his prick to the spread lips of her soaking cunt, grunting in mind-numbing pain and pleasure as he slowly sunk himself into her. Once again the psychic resonance between the pair of them worked against the young mutant as he penetrated my sister. His mental urge to claim her, to make her mind as well as her body his property was feeding back on itself, all cognitive reason fleeing his mind as he pistoned his cock deeply into Stephanie's accommodating cunt. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she ground her hips into his thrusting crotch, throwing her head back and allowing the torrential rainfall to shower her completely - the thrill of the fresh water striking her face in stark contrast to the heat generated by their sexual friction. Stepping from the shadows, my Phoenix and Madelyne Pryor watched the scene of unbridled rutting take place before them, both of their gazes rapt on the muscular buttocks thrusting rhythmically, strong arms holding Stephanie aloft as she took Nate's pummelling of her cunt. Phoenix stood behind Madelyne, her arms draped around the conquered villainess's shoulders, her thigh sandwiched between her clone's, rubbing it across her crotch. "Come on lover, fuck me harder," urged Stephanie as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm stir in the depths of her cunt. "Get it deeper! Faster!" She looked into Nate's eyes, seeing the grim determination to please her whilst approaching his own release. "Do it baby!" she screamed. "Lick the cum off my face and give me some more!" In Nate's mind there was nothing but the feeling of her body impaled upon his own, there was no world beyond the fantastically warm, yielding flesh of my sister. There was no voice but hers... and that voice must be obeyed. At all times. Psionically, Phoenix could feel Nate's resistance fading away as the sexual ecstasy increased, his mind a raging torrent of sheer lust, which once sated would become an open book, a clean page. Both women smiled simultaneously as they figured out that the Summers Principle was working in some way on the tableau before them. The Principle had been seen in action before: most dramatically on Scott Summers and his brother Alex. Both were possessed of mutant energy powers, which proved useless against one another due to their biological similarities. Phoenix had known that she would face this problem with Nate, but seeing a variation of the Summers Principle already in action with another woman posed more questions than it answered. Questions I did not want her to pose. This I had not expected. Phoenix and Madelyne worked now as one mind, their intelligence and deductive reasoning exponentially increased. I wondered how long it would take them to suspect the truth about Stephanie... and by extension, myself. Sighing at the rainfall, Phoenix erected a simple telekinetic shield to keep the damp from her and Madelyne. Nate was grunting now, like an animal in heat, desperate to inseminate his mate. Stephanie still had her head thrown back in rapture, enjoying the physical sensations flooding her cunt as Nate attacked her, his cock almost like a weapon as it ruthlessly stabbed into her. She could sense him beginning to tense, so she pushed his head onto her tits, allowing the animal instinct to suck take over, her own climax rising in concert with his own. Even Phoenix sighed at the sexual explosion that occurred as they came. Nate's mouth left Stephanie's tit and he howled like a madman, droplets of my sister's tit cream escaping his mouth as he screamed in release, sending his hot seed deep into her womb. Stephanie's climax was no less spectacular, the girl arching her back as she took his load, warm jets of her milk dribbling from her magnificent breasts, smeared into Nate's chest. The young mutant collapsed on the spot, his eyes still open, still very much conscious, his mind now a blank slate, all intelligence temporarily suspended as his mental faculties sought to regain control of his own grey matter. Stephanie smiled at the sight of the approaching redheads, proud of her work. Both Phoenix and Madelyne looked down as one at the seemingly catatonic Nate Grey. "We should have seen this sooner... the psionic resonance between the two of you is extraordinary. We would suspect some kind of genetic safeguard protects you from his mental sexual possession... and yet, we are at a loss to explain it." Stephanie smiled, despite the fact that she herself did not have access to the knowledge I had. "My brother prepared me well for this," she grinned, pulling together what remained of her clothing, even as streams of Nate's cum dribbled down her thighs, staining her stockings. "Perhaps you should talk with him about this." "Yes..." mused Phoenix slowly. "There is still a lot about my consort's powers which I do not fully understand. What is important is that the boy is in excellent condition for the next stage of his... education." Phoenix and Madelyne circled the prone form of Nate Grey, regarding him almost contemptuously. I had already discerned something of a change in her attitude once she and her clone had become one. There was no doubt that they were smarter, that their evil had combined and merged, and yet her manner was colder. My mind was still alive with the imagery they had promised me when I had fucked Madelyne, of two women in perfect sexual alignment, one mind, two bodies, and me in the middle. It was perhaps the ultimate fantasy and yet I still had not pursued it... and something in my mind urged me not to do it. I wondered if this dramatic change in my consort could spell the end of our intimacy. Perhaps it would be wise to see how she treated Nate. Through the expression of her sexual skills I would be able to tell what course of action I should pursue with her... them... her. "The boy's mind is soft," remarked Phoenix after she finished contemplating Nate. "The psionic resonance lessens his intelligence, his free-will. His mind is very open to suggestion... an excellent beginning. Quite remarkable, in fact." "Thank you," smiled Stephanie. "I don't suppose you could use those fantastic Phoenix Force powers of yours to whip me up some clothing, could you? I'm not exactly dressed for this." Phoenix smiled as she contemplated the shivering form of my sister, her mind easily able to reform molecules from the environment to fashion a makeshift raincoat. "We should leave here," she stated simply. "Boy! Stand up!" Nate rose automatically, instantly obeying the orders he was given. A golden glow surrounded the quartet, Phoenix's enhanced mind now seemingly able to channel the Phoenix Force for teleportational use. Most impressive, if slightly worrying. *** Rachel Summers was stretched out on the bed, all limbs akimbo, tightly secured, her head shaking slightly as she slowly regained consciousness. I stood next to her, watching her come to, slowly realising that she was quite helpless. I had left her in costume, but had easily robbed her of her own mutant capabilities. She would be an interesting case. Her own powers were based upon a connection to the Phoenix Force - not so close as my consort's of course, nor mine for that matter. The girl was very similar in appearance to her mother. Her body was in perfect proportion, just like Phoenix's, but with the immaturity of youth. Her breasts were smaller than her mother's, her hips not yet quite as full and voluptuous. Facially, she looked almost a match for a younger Jean Grey, the distinctive red hair clear proof of her heritage. Looking at her, there seemed to be little of Scott Summers (her natural father) in her at all... which perhaps was for the better. The girl came from one possible future - a place where the Sentinels ruled, where enslaved mutants were used to hunt down their brothers... a barbaric future that recent events had seemingly made redundant. Rachel was the sole survivor of this timeline... a fine prize to claim. "Who... who are you?" she croaked, her throat dry, her misty vision finally recognising that she was not alone. "You know... I was wondering the same thing," a voice rang out from behind me. Phoenix had returned and I turned to face her... I had expected some questions perhaps about the effect of the Summers Principle on Nate. But it did not emerge. All I saw was something of a sly smile on Phoenix's face. Maybe she had figured out something. Whatever, it did not matter at this point. "Where's our new guest?" I enquired. "Maybe he's too dangerous to be left on his own at this point." "The psionic resonance has left him struggling to reclaim his intelligence. He is no threat at this time. We've fitted him with a inhibitor collar, plus the usual mental precautions are being taken. My other watches over him. She will join us shortly." I found it curious that Phoenix should think of Madelyne as 'her other'... the parlance was similar to the expression Carol had used to describe the alien symbiote. Maybe that's how the relationship between the two women was now... symbiotic. "Jean... Mother?" Rachel asked, a note of panic in her voice. "Please tell me what's going on?" Phoenix nodded at me and smiled. "Do you want to tell her the news or shall I?" she asked sweetly. "Oh by all means, take it away!" Phoenix stood over her daughter, the girl who could never now come to be. The Phoenix Force empowered her to see beyond the physical... she could stare into Rachel's mind, see the aspects of her existence that were handed down from each parent. She could see the terror and hatred that had moulded her earlier existence in the future. She could see her love for the Richards boy... the older Richards boy whose future, like her own, had become an impossibility. There was no pity or concern in Phoenix's soul. Just an urge to reshape it, rebuild it. "Your life as you know it is at an end, honey," started Phoenix, slowly running both of her hands across Rachel's cheeks, down her neck, brushing her breasts as they ran down her torso. "There is a new order now... one that you will play an important part in." "Jean? What has happened to you? You're... different. Let me free!" Phoenix's mouth widened into a thin, evil smile. She almost seemed to be chuckling. "What has happened to me is irrelevant my sweet, but you'll be finding out soon enough. There's no secret as to your role. Maybe you've heard of Nate Grey. Like you, he's a new arrival from another timeline. Like you, Jean Grey and Scott Summers are his genetic parents. However, unlike you, his powers are unstable and will quite probably kill him within months... if not weeks. That is unacceptable if the new order is take hold." "We've managed to find a cure for the lad," I volunteered, standing next to Phoenix, sliding my arms around her stomach, allowing them to make fleeting contact with her incredible breasts. "He needs a release for the excess energy... a receptacle able to regularly siphon it off." "Maybe you've heard of the Summers Principle," smiled Phoenix, returning to caressing Rachel's features in an almost sinister manner. "Cyclops and Havok were unable to hurt each other via the expression of their mutant energy powers due to the similarities of their genetic make-up. It just made the other stronger. The Principle has many different side-effects. Computer projections indicate that you would be the best cure for Nate. Additionally, the side-effects will benefit you as well." "We just need to prepare the boy for the method of transference," I smirked, knowing full well how this would be achieved. "Oh... and of course, we need you to be especially receptive to that... method." I could see Rachel visibly gulp as initiated a telekinetic field that slowly started to tear the fabric of Phoenix's costume, allowing her vast globes of tit-flesh to spill out, the girl's expression turning to horror as she saw similar tears appearing in her own costume. "Relax, my daughter," grinned Phoenix as she stepped forward, the remnants of her costume disintegrating as she did so. "For you, life is going to become an exploration of pleasure... and power." "Give in to the inevitable, Rachel," I urged, allowing my erection to tent obscenely in my pants directly in her line of sight. "Dig deep into your subconscious... let all your little demons come to the surface. It will save us the problem of digging them out." By now her costume had been ripped to shreds... the fabric slowly melting into nothingness, more terror on her face as she realised just how naked and helpless she was. "We're going to take away all your inhibitions, sweetness," Phoenix promised, slowly unbinding Rachel and pulling her upwards, resting her head on the edge of the bed. "We're going to make you feel... loved." Phoenix straddled her, resting her buttocks in Rachel's lap, leaning forward, allowing her magnificent tit meat to hang invitingly in her daughter's face. "Please... Jean... this isn't right," Rachel gasped, eyes shut, desperate to block out the awful reality, but it wasn't enough. She could feel the tender flesh brushing against her cheek. She could feel the wiry warmth of Phoenix's pubic hair rubbing against her stomach. A tear left her eye, moistening her cheeks as she felt the liquid desire ooze from Phoenix's cunt, smearing itself on her flesh. Phoenix began to coo softly as she slowly rotated her hips, lingering in the delicious friction of flesh upon flesh, surrendering her mind to sensation, continuing to rub her breasts across Rachel's face, letting the rapture course through her, allowing her lactating breasts to begin oozing their precious load over her daughter. I disrobed quickly and without effort, climbing behind Phoenix as she continued smearing Rachel with her mind-numbing liquids, grunting to myself as I pressed my painfully throbbing cock deep into the cleavage of my consort's buttocks, allowing her movements to arouse me, to thrill me, mentally willing my prick not to spit out any of its own mind-altering substances. Rachel would slowly, but surely lose the resistance, Phoenix would see to that, but to push her over the edge I would contain myself as best as I could, using the sudden blast of my orgasm to coat her pussy and forever give her the fuck lusts that would see the first phase of our plan through to completion. The torture would be exquisite - she would not be fully submissive, but once Nate had been sufficiently... motivated... her body would be primed for his. "Suck me, Rachel. Suck momma's titties," Phoenix hissed, looking down to see her daughter still resisting, even though her face was covered in a thick sheen of cream, her eyes still screwed shut, her lips pursed together. "Don't resist your mother, sweetheart. Just put it in your mouth, feed from me... let nature take over." I was so lost in my own plundering of Phoenix's beautifully devouring asscheeks around my prick that I didn't hear Madelyne enter the room. Rather I felt the psionic connection between the two women intensify, Phoenix incredibly turned on not just by what she was doing, but also by what she was seeing through her "other's" eyes. Her pace on Rachel upped considerably, and I knew that her cuntal juices were now leaking downwards into her prey's red-furred snatch. She was going to cum soon but Rachel had still not made that first all-important surrender. It was on the cards now... she could smell Phoenix's issue on her face and that factor would soon overwhelm her even if direct contact were not made. But Phoenix was going to lose it soon and I must admit that even my superhuman control was at its limits. "Enough!" cried Madelyne, circling around the bed behind Rachel, pulling her head back savagely, whilst rubbing in the cream that coated her. features Phoenix forced her nipple into Rachel's nostril, then hunched down hard on my cock, fireworks of orgasmic sensations flowing through the pair of us as my consort came hard, drenching Rachel's cunt with her release, my own cock finally passing the point of no return, blistering ecstasies unhinging my mind as I pulled my prick free, watching the white cream fountain over our prey's exposed pussy, the liquid running down the outer-lips and pooling at the juncture where her anus met the bed sheet. By extension, Madelyne reached climax too, her mind perfectly in tune with Phoenix's, holding on to Rachel's head for dear life as more of the tit cream shot up through her "daughter's" nostril and down her throat. Her submission was no longer relevant. As we came down from our highs, we watched as Rachel pulled her head free from Madelyne's clutches, spluttering and coughing at the unexpected liquid injection, finally opening her eyes, fixing her gaze on the leaking teat in front of her. Like a baby, she smiled innocently, taking the nipple into her mouth and sucking hard, a look of childlike content crossing her soaked face. Excellent. The plan proceeded exactly as I had foreseen. Now both of our Summers children would be very much open to suggestion. -----------== 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 | ----