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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 Twenty Nine: Object Lesson

Any body who says that you are not born with a destiny is one of two things.
He is either ignorant or stupid. Life has a way of determining exactly what
you shall become. It's very clear, especially in the case of mutants, born
into power, born into the responsibilities of using that power. I know I am
evil. I know full well that I have no real choice in the matter. I am as God
made me. I am as my father made me. That has always been the justification
behind what I am doing.

My father was a man of great integrity, of great power - a man eventually
corrupted into performing hideous acts of gut-wrenching depravity. God help
me, that is my heritage. That is what I have become. And yet I can say with a
clarity of vision you cannot believe that this is all for the greater good,
that what I am will help protect the future from an evil more powerful than
Onslaught, Apocalypse and the Sentinels.

And yet now I find myself begin to commit more atrocities in the name of the
big plan, the agenda. I know that in the short term it is wrong, that it will
cause immense destruction. With every hero that falls in battle or every
heroine that succumbs to my power, the final reckoning draws closer. I know I
am more than evil.

But I am my father's son. And just like him I am losing my mind. With every
beautiful creature that comes into my control, another part of my eternal
soul lets out its final death scream. With every new power that becomes
available to me, I feel another veneer of sanity desert me.

I am watching TV in my private sanctum within the Hellfire Club. These used to
be Sebastian Shaw's quarters - dark, decadent, opulent, a mixture of Edwardian
style and new technology. On screen I see a good man die. My removal of the
Fantastic Four has brought Doctor Doom into town and only a small band of
Avengers are available to fight him. I can watch it all on CNN.

Captain America, Thor and Iron Man eventually defeat him in a savage battle.
Von Doom's battle prowess is second to none - only the tactical might of
America's Sentinel of Liberty bests him. The Latverian overlord repels the
God of Thunder's attacks with dark sorcery, whilst his technology is easily a
match for the golden armored Avenger. I can see the pain in Captain America's
eyes as he throws the shield, its edge catching Doom straight in the neck. I
can see the blood pouring from his neck even as his armor registers its
master's death. The last thing I see before the camera explodes is Iron Man's
attempt to stop the explosion. He's dead now. I could easily telepathically
probe for survivors, but it's pretty obvious that Thor and Cap would survive.
Why won't I use my Phoenix Force powers to make sure? Because I can already
sense the thousands of death screams psionically. Doom's final glory took out
a half-mile radius of New York City. I surmise that the explosion is not
nuclear - what if Doom were to die in his native Latveria? Regardless,
ultimately I am responsible... and there is more evil to come.

The Hellfire Club employees and members look at me in fear as I walk to the
dungeons, opening up a dank stone cell where the Enchantress is imprisoned.
The flare of magical bonds catches my eye as I witness Wanda's enchantments
dance around the chains that imprison the goddess of corruption and
seduction. I have commanded her to renounce her Asgardian powers until she
has been properly... educated... but she remains a formidable sorcereress,
hence the mystical precautions.

As I enter she looks at me with a mixture of contempt, superiority and
hatred. I happen to think she looks good in chains. But then, she looks good
in (or indeed out) of anything.

"Release me at once," she demands, eyes alive with resistance. "Else I shall
summon the very demons of Hel to consume thy eternal soul!"

As if I had a soul left to threaten.

"I have spent a great deal of time wondering how best to punish you for your
insolence, Enchantress. The problem I am facing is that you'd probably enjoy
any punishment I could mete out."

"Thy puny mind can conceive of no suitable fate for one such as I," remarked
the Enchantress, smiling wickedly. "In the last millennium I have witnessed
and performed acts that would sicken even you."

"It was something of a quandary I  admit, but when Wanda informed me of Thor
being tied down to a mortal existence, I suddenly had a thought."

I stood over the very epitome of sexual allure, lifting her chin to force her
to look me in the eye. I bunched my other hand into a fist, waving the Band
of Tyr in front of her.

"With this ring I can do more than just force you to renounce her powers. I
can make you as weak and frail as every other person on this planet, man,
woman or mutant. And you know what I've done to them. I've killed, raped and
tortured. Whatever way I chosen, my will has always prevailed. Perhaps I
should demonstrate..."

I allowed the siren call of the Phoenix Force to flood my body, separating my
Astral self from my physical form, using the power to reach into the
Enchantress and wrench out her own intangible form before willing our
conscious forms across space.

*The Avengers have been operating as a series of mini-units around Manhattan
and the surrounding districts* I psionically told my unwilling companion.
*With heroes such as Spider-Man and Daredevil drafted into the larger
battles, sometimes lone Avengers are despatched to deal with more
small-scale, urban disturbances. For the record, the She-Hulk has maintained
the most impressive statistics of criminals apprehended in the shortest
amount of time. This time she's in for a shock*

The scene turned from a blur into a solid image as our Astral forms took in
the situation. A street gang in the seedier end of Hell's Kitchen, decked out
in gang colors. A frightened young girl, not even sixteen, her clothes being
systemically ripped off by two hulking gang members, even as a third holds a
scalpel to her neck. She is a pretty young thing, but tears flow down her
cheeks. Telepathically I can sense her panic, her knowledge that in the next
few minutes she's going to be raped, maybe even killed. She shouldn't really
worry.

Jennifer Walters, the seven foot tall She-Hulk walks into the area, tutting
to herself loudly, shaking her head theatrically. She has *that* bearing -
the arrogance of the superhuman in the face of the ordinary. I already begin
to sense the fear rising in the three gang members, their lust at capturing a
sexy young piece of ass for their pleasure evaporating as they realise that
they are going to be in a world of pain in seconds.

It's a simple matter for me to make use of the telepathic powers in my mind
to dampen this fear, to give them a new confidence. They won't need the girl
any more. She's allowed to go. In fact, I telepathically command the leader
of the gang to tell her to go. I won't allow innocent blood to be spilled. I
even help her on her way, psionically calming the trauma they have inflicted.

"That's the way to go, group," sighs the She-Hulk approvingly as she picks up
a metal girder in her hands. "Otherwise I'd be doing this to your necks."

She draws on the gamma-powers that make her one of the most powerful women on
Earth in order to bend the metal bar in her grasp.

*I suggest you watch exactly what happens her, Enchantress... let's see how
someone used to being untouchable feels when they are compromised*

I drain She-Hulk's vast strength in seconds. Her attempts to bend and break
the bar fail abysmally, and as her prodigious powers ebb away to almost
nothing she has no choice but to drop her heavy burden. I can never get over
the realisation in their eyes when they know they're in the deepest shit of
their lives; when they know that they're no longer in control. This moment is
priceless.

Normally I would expect street punks like this to cut their losses and run,
but I do not allow them this luxury. I force them to take in the She-Hulk's
appearance... seven foot of perfectly proportioned femininity, massive,
heaving breasts barely contained in her black leotard. I draw their gazes to
the look of fear on her face. They are used to the look. Gazing into their
minds I can see the faces of the scores of young virgins they've taken and
raped. I give them the vision of realisation, that this super-heroine is just
another piece of ass they can have their fun with.

"Wassa matter, bitch?" the leader laughs. "Somethin' up?"

She-Hulk merely looks at her hands in disbelief, refusing to accept that her
powers have deserted her. It was a simple matter to deprive her of them. My
skill in this regard has improved a thousand-fold since I gained access to
the Phoenix Force. Where once I could only affect her physical access to her
powers, now I can affect the subconscious - the power that maintains, heals
and protects her body has also been removed.

The Enchantress watches with growing concern as we both regard the unfolding
scene. I think she is beginning to understand exactly what I have in mind.

*You know that I can make you as frail and mortal as I have done with the
She-Hulk here. You know that any mortal is susceptible to my powers... don't
you?*

I see her nod in full understanding, the smirk of superiority finally wiped
from her face.

*I have peered into these men's minds, Enchantress. I know exactly what this
heroine has to look forward to. We're going to watch it together you and I
before I reveal my final surprise for you.*

The gang leader's name is Joey. He's a tall guy, maybe 6'2", white, dark
hair. He thinks he's a big man and only really likes to hang out with these
two creeps - the other members of his gang are beneath his notice. Their
names are Jacko and Rocky - about the same size as Joey, but more heavily
built. Joey's the boss and his "pals" are his enforcers. I pick all this up
with just a surface scan. They're scum, the worst sort, and maybe once I've
demonstrated what I have to, I'll burn their brains out. I can do that now.
Something inside of me makes me feel good just thinking about it.

"G-get... away from me!" She-Hulk stutters, pulling back from the advancing
trio of street trash.

"No way, bitch... me and my homies wanted to score some virgin pussy... but we
guess you'll have to do."

I smile as the green-skinned Avenger backs her way into a wall, gasping in
fear as she realises that she has nowhere else to go. Quickly she is
surrounded by the three youths. Jacko's scalpel flashes as it catches the
light of a street lamp before moving to her throat.

"Give 'er a little cut," instructs Joey, smiling widely as She-Hulk gasps in
horror. "Jus' on the arm... wanna see if she's as indestructible as the papers
make out."

Jacko tests the blade on her right arm, the three of them finally feeling the
power I have given them as the blade sinks into her flesh, She-Hulk yelping in
pain as dark green blood oozes from the little wound.

"Whadda we gonna do?" Rocky smiles, turning to his boss.

"Isn't it fucking obvious, moron?" Joey replies, never taking his eyes from
his prize. "Our green-skinned whore here is gonna give us the goods, then we
let the others have some fun with 'er... then? We give what's left to the
Kingpin."

Jennifer Walters' eyes turn into saucers as she hears her fate being revealed.
She is so scared, I can feel it.

*I've connected your mind to hers, Enchantress... I want you to feel the fear
of being utterly alone, naked, bereft of your powers, facing an evil bunch of
bastards who'll use you... then quite happily murder you.*

*Aren't you going to do anything for her?* the Enchantress asks plaintively.

*Sure I am... I'll give her all the help I'd give you if you're in the same
situation. I'd make you fucking like it.*

The air is filled with the sound of fabric tearing. Turning my attention back
to the scene before me, I can see that Joey has produced his own blade and
whilst Jacko pushes his scalpel into She-Hulk's neck, his leader is setting
about disrobing his latest conquest.

She-Hulk whimpers in fear as the blade slices between her breasts, Joey
taking time out to pull the fabric apart with his bare hands, watching in
glee as two massive green-tinted breasts pop out. His two heavy callused
hands reach out to cup the mammoth mammaries, a fixed smile on his face as he
brutally pulls, squeezes and pinches the tit-flesh in front of him.

Pulling the Enchantress with me I concentrate my sexual energies into my
hands, pushing my astral digits deep into the She-Hulk's breasts, my form the
conduit for my power. This bitch is going to get gang raped and I am going to
make her like it.

I smile to myself as I see the energies pour into my victim, Jennifer
throwing her head back and gasping at the sudden rapture I force into her
body, her mind screaming "why?" as I make her respond to the sexual savagery
being inflicted upon her. I can feel Joey's gleeful expression as She-Hulk's
nipples grow and stiffen under his fingers. He grins inanely, leaning
forwards and burying himself in between the two vast green mounds, slavering
over their perfect roundness, biting deeply into her breasts and moaning to
himself.

I turn to face the astral form of the Enchantress. She-Hulk's mixture of lust
and fear is reflected in her features, their minds connected. Finally she
knows what fate awaits her should I so choose. But the lesson is not yet
complete. She must know complete acquiescence feels. I will strip the
trappings of godhood away from her and then I will truly make her mine.

Joey's cock is now fully erect, quite painful in his jeans, his mind awash
with the physical sensations of his tit molestation, his ears picking out the
gasps of pleasure and the yelps of pain as the She-Hulk's breasts are
tormented with both pain and delight. Finally he pulls back, admiring his
work. Her swelling breasts are covered with his drool, especially around the
crowns of her nipples, both of which stand fully to attention. Regarding her
face, he is drawn to the fear in her eyes, then to the parted lips. She knows
the look, tears streaming down her eyes as she bows her head and descends to
her knees, her eyes level with the bulge in his pants.

"Fuckin' bitch is learning," smiles Joey, his two pals leering at the
half-naked heroine in front of them.

"Now come on baby, pull out my dick and get to it."

"She's gonna fuckin' do it," sighed Rocky in awe as he saw her shaking hands
come out to unzip his leader's flies. "Holy fuckin' shit."

The zip is pulled down, Jennifer's vision blurred with tears as she reaches
inside and pulls on the hardened cock within. She knows she has to do it...
if she doesn't, she'll be cut... for the first time ever she has truly faced
death and now seeks to delay her demise by selling her body - and her soul.
The Enchantress feels the tragedy of entrapment and I can hear her weeping
next to me. She knows that this could be her. I strengthen the link between
the goddess and the fallen heroine, submerging the Enchantress's own
personality, allowing her to become totally at one with the degraded
She-Hulk.

"Come on, bitch!" yells Joey in annoyance. "Fuckin' get on with it."

Part of Jennifer Walters dies as she leans forward, her open, pouting lips
now just an inch away from the unwashed cock of the street punk leader. She
pulls back the foreskin of the juvenile, her nose assaulted with the smell of
unwashed manhood, feeling Joey's hand on the back of her head pushing her
ever closer... closer, until her lips are squashed under the pressure of the
slimy cockhead forcing its way into her mouth, her eyes screwed shut, her
mind screaming in resistance.

"Good littl' girl," sighs Joey as he pushes his way into her warm depths,
feeling her tongue reach up to stroke his cock as he pushes deeper into her.
"Gettin' face-fucked by the She-Hulk... whadda rush!"

Jennifer's self-respect evaporates as she sucks hard, allowing the cock to saw
in and out of her mouth, her hands reaching up to stroke the shaft and caress
and tickle his scrotum.

I kneel beside her, witnessing the expression of self-hate and complete
anguish on her face as she performs her oral task with a competence which I
scarcely expected. Peering into her mind I can see that since becoming the
She-Hulk, Jennifer Walters has been unable to make love to a man in the
conventional way - her uncontrollable super-powered orgasms would maim the
guy having her. Oral love is the best she can offer. And she's pretty good at
it.

It's not good enough though. I pour my lusts into my astral fist and send it
driving intangibly into her cunt, causing her to yelp and gasp around Joey's
dick as her fuck hole wets itself in preparation. Tonight the She-Hulk's going
to get a good, proper fucking all right.

In her mind, Jennifer is elsewhere. Back in happier times, making love with
her old boyfriend, worshipping his cock with her mouth, feeling it respond,
jumping around in her mouth, pulsing obscenely... the hallmarks of a job well
done.

She hears the gasps of his frustration as her hands desert his genitals and
her lips draw back, barely covering his cockhead until she hears the
strangled gasp of appreciation as her hands cup her breasts, drawing them
around his shaft and masturbating him with them whilst her tongue swirls
around the head. I reach into her mind and draw out her own feelings of
sexual need, blotting out the horror of her rape, deafening Joey's cries of
ecstasy and obscene insults.

"Shit... can't take much more of this," Joey cries, looking down to see his
cock buried in an avalanche of cleavage, his cock head almost bursting at the
insane pressure of the sucking and She-Hulk's swirling tongue. "Gonna pop...
squirt soon... yeah... take it baby!"

He screams as he blasts into her, pulse after pulse shooting into her mouth,
then over her face as he pulls out, She-Hulk continuing to bob up and down,
her tits still crushing sweet cum joy from Joey's prick, thick white cream
pouring down the valley of her breasts.

I pull both the Enchantress and I away from the astral plane, returning to the
dark dungeon. Her eyes are wide open yet unseeing, her body shaking to itself.

"You are weak, woman," I observe coldly, regarding her shocked state. "You
have not even begun to bear witness to even a fraction of her torment. It is
one thing to administer pain and suffering... quite another thing to endure
it."

I depart, my mind racing as I devise a way to use She-Hulk's current,
unfortunate predicament to my own advantage. I think of Carol Danvers
immediately whilst behind me, the Enchantress continues to experience the
worst day in the She-Hulk's life.

***

There was just one small problem in returning the new, and dare I say it,
improved Warbird to the Avengers. Despite retaining her superhuman physique
and powers of flight, all of her other capabilities had now waned into
nothingness. The Avengers may be in current dire straits, but just about the
only contribution Carol would be able to make would be as a punching bag.
Somehow I doubted that her latest use - as a great lay - would not be
accepted too quickly over at Avengers mansion. Therefore I sought out a
solution.

"You bastard! You can't do this to me!" Carol shrieked as the final
realisation of her fate stared her in the face.

"I can, Carol, and I have to. Without your powers you are no use to your team
mates and this is the best idea I can come up with."

Despite her recent... conversion into my service, she still had fear. I could
see it in her eyes as she looked at the containment chamber housing the black
ooze of the alien symbiote, now fully under my control. Using my Phoenix
Force powers I had effectively burned out its old consciousness, replacing it
with a telepathic template of my own. It would have eliminated any worry of
the monster itself possessing me where I to use it again, but on Carol it
would almost be like integrating my mind into hers, forcing my dark evil into
her consciousness - an evil, which combined with the interesting properties
of the suit itself - would make for some intriguing developments.

"Don't do this to me!" urged Carol, on her knees now, looking up to me with
tears welling in her gorgeous blue eyes. "I'll do anything for... to you!"

I sighed, mentally collapsing the containment chamber. I decided it would
probably be best for her if she did not see it coming.

"You'll do anything I command of you any way, Carol. You aren't talking
sense."

"Please... I'll..." her pleas were cut short as the black mass crossed the
floor and flowed over her body quickly, effortlessly.

There was no violent reaction to the bonding - just Carol's eyes glazing over
and then closing as the alien became one with her, melting away her clothing,
leaving just itself as protection for her naked form. The black, skin-tight
ooze hugged every inch of her body, then I smiled to myself as I saw a shape
begin to form from the ooze on her thighs - a thick, black prick which shot
out and sought out her pussy.

Carol's eyes snapped open as the phallus detached via a tentacle on her leg
and moved towards the parted labia of her cunt, another smaller prick now
heading directly towards her anus, the costume working to pull back her
buttocks and expose the anal treasure, tickling the rim and forcing more
excitement through her body.

"You've got to admit, Carol, it's got a novel way of saying hello," I
observed, smiling as Warbird gasped in enforced ecstasy as the two phalluses
dived into her depths, the scene almost hypnotic as I watched her writhe on
the floor in front of me in physical rapture, her hips bucking, her eyes
alive with madness.

It was establishing dominance, I supposed, draining away her will with each
orgasm that wracked her body, forcing its mind... my mind... into hers,
forcing her to comply, integrating its own unearthly form with hers both
physically and mentally.

Warbird would soon have more than enough power to reclaim her place in the
Avengers... along with a few surprises for the heroic fools that got in her
way.



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