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This is Submission Agenda, featuring the characters of Marvel Comics,
non-consential and consential sex, oral, anal, mind control, some bondage,
elements of transformation and an amount of incest too. The story is an
ongoing one, so feel free to send any comments and suggestions to
pegasus777@hotmail.com


Chapter 3: Virgin Supermodel Diversion I recently acquired the Bedford Towers
condominium, known as the one of the classiest and expensive apartment
complexes in Manhattan. Whilst in New York this is where I consider myself at
home and it is with some degree of fatigue that I arrive, my Emma in tow. She
promised that she was an exceptional fuck and I had little complaints about
her performance during the tail-end of the flight. I very much looked
forwards to giving my memories of her debasement to Stephanie, but first of
all it was necessary to test the level of her telepathic ability. But how?
Day passed into night and we both caught up with lost sleep. I gave Emma her
own quarters within the building before returning to my own private sanctum
to contemplate my plans. My next target would be Phoenix, for sure, but I
decided to err on the side of caution when it came to dealing with the bitch.
I had hired several super-powered mercenary groups to keep her busy over the
next few days, including the redoubtable Silver Sable and her Wild Pack. I
looked forward to Friday when Silver would come to my office to pick up her
payment… I was happy about Stephanie’s success with Cyclops. Without their
leader, the group would be easier to take down and Jean Grey in particular
would suffer badly. I smiled to myself as I envisaged the ways and means with
which I would rape the Phoenix, corrupting her immense power into my service,
forcing her into sexual perversions the like of which the conservative woman
had never even contemplated before. Since the day I first took my sister I
have enjoyed my liaisons with beautiful redheads. Blonde fuckable women are
two-a-penny, but stunning redheads are a different proposition entirely, a
rare thing to be properly savoured… Pondering this I slowly drifted off into
restful sleep, my dreams teasing me with images of the Phoenix sucking me,
fucking me, taking Stephanie and making her cum again and again… I wake up in
the early morning to the incredible feeling of wet suction on my dick and
look down to see Stephanie expertly blowing me, cum dribbling out of the
corners of her mouth. "Mmmmm," she sighed, my duck dropping lifeless from her
mouth. "You taste good this morning." I lifted Stephanie to my level and
frenched her deeply, initiating the closest link of our rapport. She broke
the kiss and jumped off the bed, obviously very excited. "I gotta surprise
for you, lover," she began. "You wanted a test for the White Queen, yeah? I
thought maybe we could both fuck this model I picked up at a party last night
and see if Emma can repair her mind once we’ve blown it." I reached into her
mind to retrieve the image of her pick-up, but I was rudely cut off from that
part of her memory. "It’s a surprise!" she exclaimed. "She’s downstairs and I
can’t believe it, but I think she’s virgin, getting married in a couple of
weeks any way." I considered her plan and found myself excited. Stephanie’s
lesbian tastes are incredibly well-cultivated; it takes someone really
special to put her off men for even a moment. Usually I forced her to suck
pussy just so I could get my hands on some lesbian cunt myself. It often
worried me that my powers had no effect on dykes but with my sister around I
always got what I wanted. No matter how committed the lesbian, they’d do
anything to get their hands on Stephanie. Taking me by the hand, she led me
downstairs into one of my many bedrooms, where the most sexually arousing
sight I’d ever witnessed was waiting for me. I recognised her immediately -
her name was Mary Jane Watson and she was the one supermodel I’d lusted after
for years but never fucked. This bitch had curves so outrageous that they
made Stephanie look almost ordinary, a perfect face, stunning legs and
jutting breasts that were even bigger and more shapely than I’d imagined. She
was a fantasy for me, but more than that was her current appearance, lying
front-first on the bed in her designer white wedding gown. My cock instantly
sprung into life and Stephanie giggled as she helped me out of my night
clothes. "We’re gonna fuck her together, boyfriend, but with one rule. We
can’t use any conscious part of our powers to do it." I chuckled to myself.
This kind of fuck was one of my favourites. The prey is not willing mentally
and always screams rape, but their own lusts soon shine through as their
bodies betray them. With both my sister and I dipping into her, I wondered
how long Mary Jane would last before the inevitable moment when she gives
herself to me. I looked her over - despite Stephanie’s efforts to make her
look presentable, I could tell she was crying, scared rigid about the ordeal
that awaited her. My cock pulsed at the sight of the wedding dress. I was
going to fuck the virgin supermodel in her bridal gown. My sister tugged on
my arm. "How about a good luck kiss for your sister?" I frenched her
lustfully, truly this was the most incredible present she had ever given me.
"Sh… shit… you guys are brother and sister?" I broke the kiss and laughed at
Mary Jane. "Uh-huh… Steph, honey, suck my cock." Our prey’s eyes bulged as my
sister went down on me, returning my cock to her mouth, bobbing gently. "I
raped her when she was fourteen and since then she’s been my fuck slave, just
as you will be." I drank in the fear in her eyes and watched as she clumsily
tried to get up, the big, billowing dress impeding her movements. Aware of
the danger, Stephanie stood up by my side and together we advanced on her as
she backed away until the headboard of the bed stopped her cold. "No!" she
screamed. "Please! Don’t do it. My fiance’ll kill you!" Her fiance could’ve
been Paste Pot Pete or the Hulk and it still wouldn’t have stopped me fucking
her. My cock streamed cum.. already! I’d never reached the limits of capacity
this quickly before. My sister noticed and smiled at me - Ms Watson was in
danger of getting drowned when I eventually climaxed. I got onto the bed and
crawled towards  the virgin bride. I reached her legs and sent a hand up her
stockinged thigh, which shivered to my touch. It felt warm, yielding and
wonderful. I reached her tiny panties and callously pulled them down, sinking
a finger into her hot, surprisingly wet snatch. "Please!" she whimpered. "I’m
a virgin." More cum dribbled from my cock as she admitted her inexperience.
She was so tight I had trouble getting the second finger in but eventually
her yielding labia allowed me better access. I began a sawing motion,
finger-fucking this walking wet dream, strumming my thumb on her clit. The
flow of juices increased on my hands and I head her gasp. Looking up, I was
Stephanie kneeling on the bed, feeding her vast tit into MJ’s mouth. The
supermodel slurped on the milk that shot into her young sucking mouth and I
heard my sister moan with sexual contentment as MJ nursed on her. I pulled
out my fingers to a distressed sound from our prey and I tasted her cum.
Delicious. I burrowed my head between her thighs and sucked from the source.
My tongue swiftly explored her trimmed snatch, dipping deeply between the
folds of her lips as I continued constant stimulation of her clit with my
fingers. It took moments for her to orgasm, which triggered a vast jet of cum
to shoot from my cock. The power had sent spunk flying over her dress, but I
still felt the most intense lust ever - I’d yet to truly climax, my balls
were just emptying themselves just as they did in a wet dream. Mary Jane was
gasping now, moaning then taking in a sharp breath of air. Looking up I could
see why. Stephanie had ripped open the delicate bodice that contained her
glorious breasts and was now feasting on her right tit. The size of MJ’s tits
excited me, but it was the shape that amazed me, so very pert, topped with
plump nipples that begged for me to suck them. I did so and MJ screamed in
climax again  as my sister and I gorged on her tit flesh, exposed in her
ripped wedding dress. Repositioning myself I realised that I was now
constantly dribbling white, thick cream. When either woman did something to
excite me, I pumped jism at near-climax levels and it travelled further and
further up Mary Jane’s peachy thighs. Stephanie and I disengaged from MJ’s
breasts simultaneously and examined our work. Her tit flesh was covered in
nips and bites, both her nipples red raw. We looked at each other and nodded.
Now was the time to complete the corruption of this gorgeous bitch. Stephanie
took my cock in hand and MJ watched as she covered her fingers and palms with
my thick, viscous cream. Then she repositioned herself behind the model,
resting MJ’s head on her stomach, beneath her weeping tits, her legs splayed
to either side of our prey. "Time to get your first taste of man juice,
lover," Stephanie murmured, bringing her fingers to MJ’s mouth, forcing her
to eat my cream. She tentatively tried one finger, then hungrily slurped on
the others until all were clean. I masturbated her as she did it, making sure
that her fragile mind forever associated pleasure with the tasting of my cum.
I felt a particularly strong jet of sperm ready itself  for imminent release
from my cock, so I sat up, took MJ’s lace gloved hands and guided them to
encircle my cock. "Make me cum, MJ" I demanded and instinctively she started
pulling on my hard cock, almost choking my shaft. I allowed myself to cum
from her efforts, sending powerful jets of sperm flying over her abused tits
and beautiful, supermodel features. Stephanie pulled off her wedding veil and
I sprayed the last few remnants into her hair. I swear that I have fucked
countless women and yet being masturbated to climax by this supermodel virgin
was the greatest experience of orgasm I’d felt. As MJ tried to eat as much of
my cum as possible, Stephanie worked on rubbing it into her tits, sensitising
them to incredible levels. I leaned into the virgin and kissed her deeply,
sucking on her tongue and exploring her mouth. I broke free and realised fast
that my sperm levels were again out of control, even though I’d just had the
greatest climax of my life. Stephanie stayed behind MJ, caressing her tits,
kissing her head and holding her close. She looked me in the eye with a look
that said "fuck the living shit out of this bitch". I lifted the skirting of
MJ’s dress, exposing her cum-covered thighs and the bastion of her virginity,
her  beautiful pussy. After what we’d done to her, she was literally
dripping. I moved my cock to within an inch of MJ’s slit. I could hear her
breathing heavily, waiting for it. "Go on Tiger," she whispered. "Take my
cherry." I pushed my leaking cock into her labia and easily found her sopping
channel. I pushed into her incredible tightness slowly until I met her hymen.
I nodded to Stephanie who began kneading MJ’s sensitised mammaries, bringing
her to climax with an all mighty pinch of both nipples. As MJ screamed in
rapture, I pushed through her virgin membrane and began the most frenzied,
lustful fuck-thrusting ever. Each intrusion into MJ was better than climax,
my cock spurting cum near constantly into my supermodel slave,
super-sensitising her entire vagina and then her anus as the puddle of my
cream leaked out from her cunt and dripped onto her ass pucker. Mary Jane
Watson was in constant climax as I fucked her deeply  and eventually I felt
the true power of orgasm rip through me as I lost myself in MJ’s clenching
pussy, my face locked onto her sensitive left nipple. I screamed when I came,
pulling off handfuls of her dress with my bare hands, biting and sucking
deeply on her each of her glorious tits. I stayed inside of her for over an
hour after that cum during which time Stephanie brought us both to multiple
mini-orgasms by exercising her unparalleled oral talents on our enmeshed
genitals, using every trick in the book to coax me into shooting more cream
into my supermodel lover. MJ had long since passed out and as I left her, I
looked her over one last time to see how much the weeping virgin bride-to-be
had changed in the last few hours. Sleeping fitfully was perhaps the most
sexually sated woman on earth, the entire chest region of her wedding dress
ripped away to expose heavily abused breasts, her legs in a seemingly
permanent Y position and cum everywhere, huge puddles beneath her red raw
snatch, which was still leaking out more. Her garter was still attached, but
her panties and veil were cast aside, no longer needed. Her skin looked
radiant, covered in a sheen of my cum. I turned and walked out of the room,
intent on never seeing the bitch again.

Chapter Four: Nightmares of Psylocke I sat contemplating the plan in the
monitor room of my complex, in front of me a six-by-six row of huge
projection screens. Things were going better than I could possibly have
imagined. The White Queen had given me access to the Hellfire Club taps on
the X-Men’s Cerebro system and this in turn allowed into the security system.
I now had 24 hour X-TV, allowing me constant feeds of each room in their
mansion. Additionally, the White Queen’s telepathic skills proved to be
better than we’d ever imagined. Her reconstruction of Mary Jane’s ravaged
psyche had been near total and she had been packed on her way, despite a
curious feeling of unease I felt at her departure. I decided that I would
exorcise the feeling on Emma later. Now it was time to return to business,
specifically the pursuit of the Phoenix. I plumbed a monitor into the Wild
Pack comms system and assimilated the data. There had three pitched battles
between Sable’s men and Phoenix herself but she’d managed to elude capture
each time. A resourceful woman. I admired  her courage in the face of certain
defeat, especially since her psionic powers had been lessened thanks to a 
specifically designed mutagenic dart they’d shot her with. It would soon be
time to instigate the end-game, but for now I desired some fun. I directed
the X-feed to Psylocke’s room, just in time to see her return, disrobe and
climb into bed. The security logs mentioned that occasionally she slept
during the day and I noticed that she seemed to instantly fall into deep
slumber. Psylocke’s far east beauty was not lost on me. She was a great prize
indeed, a one-of-a-kind woman, the type that I love to dominate. The Cerebro
computer files had told me everything I needed to know about her psyche and
how I should go about taming her. I felt the familiar blood pulse through my
cock. Use a telepath to catch a telepath. I mentally summoned Emma, and was
gratified that she had spent considerable time grooming herself for our next
encounter. Her clothing said it all. White lingerie, lacy bra, panties and
stockings. I walked up to her and placed Cerebro sensor dots on her temples.
Now she had full access to the X-Men super-computer. I saw the buzz of power
spring into her mind but Emma’s resolute gaze softened as I looked deep into
her eyes. I pointed at the Psylocke screen, where Betsy Braddock turned in
her deep sleep, clutching at a pillow. "Your reality is her dream…
understand? I want you to merge with her, Emma. Become her." Emma nodded
slowly and I saw the horror cross her face as she got an inkling of what I
was about to do. Nevertheless, she momentarily closed her eyes and made
contact, her superior skills backed by Cerebro allowing her to enter
Psylocke’s mind unnoticed. I witnessed both women smile as they became one. I
felt the reassuring throb of my erection as I turned to face my White Queen…
then I let the madness take over. I sprang into movement, grabbing hold of
Emma and pushing her violently against the wall, clawing at her clothing. She
resisted of course, but Psylocke’s ninja training was useless in Emma’s
pampered body and I easily pinned her against the wall, hands above her head,
my free hand yanking down her bra, then ripping off the dainty panties. My
cock’s lust for cunt was unquenchable and I nudged it into her dry slit,
before I swiping my gooey mess over her labia. I rammed into her hard and she
screamed in pain at the horrendous intrusion. I pumped into her like a maniac
possessed, burying my face in her tits, biting and pulling on her nipples,
making her cry like a child. I knew that she came when I came, the jets of
warm spunk are genetically engineered to do just that and whilst Emma would
know why, I knew that the effect would be devastating on Psylocke. I pushed
her face down on the floor and then parted her ass cheeks. Emma’s rectum was
still virgin territory for me and I thrilled at the sensation as I forced my
still-hard cock into her rear. I wasted no time burying my cock in the tight,
dry channel. As I fucked her I whispered in her ear, "How did it feel to come
for your rapist, Betsy?" She screamed lust-inducing obscenities back at me as
I reamed her anus and strummed her cum-covered sensitive clitoris with my
finger. I was making sure that Psylocke would enjoy this particular rape of
her most private orifice. I climaxed deep into her bowels and pulled out,
taking my victim by the hair and pushing her mouth towards my dirty cock.
"Take it in your mouth, Psylocke…" She shook her head and tried to get away
from my filthy pole, cum still dribbling from the slit on top. "No.. you
fucking bastard… I won’t be your slave…" They were brave words but I knew
they were in vain. She was a slut in need of cock and after wiping my cum on
her cheeks, she eagerly slurped on the glans for before jacking me off
steadily with both hands. "Every time you sleep I shall come to you, Betsy,
and each time I will take you by force until you beg me to be your master."
Psylocke’s first dreamscape rape ended her with being hosed in the face and
tits by a torrent of sweet-tasting cum. Her sexually contented smiles when
she awoke where almost instant replaced by sorrowful sobs as she questioned
the stability of her own mind. I looked at her and almost felt pity for her…
a feeling that soon evaporated as I felt Emma’s animated tongue dance
delicately around my anus before its sweet intrusion into my rectum.


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