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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



SUBMISSION AGENDA


Chapter One: The Taking of the White Queen

The abduction of Emma Frost had been very straightforward. She always took
the limousine to the airport and always drank champagne en route. I remember
congratulating myself for exploiting her decadence as I watched the drug take
effect, her lids becoming heavy as her head slumped forward. Perhaps the
dosage had been too heavy - I doubt she even realised that she had been
drugged before going under. But this was the first time I had attempted
anything so audacious. I had to be 100% sure.

Once unconscious, it had been a simple matter to slip into her mind and
"power down" the White Queen's telepathic capabilities, formidable as they
are. I am not a natural telepath, my own mutant capabilities extending in
more... interesting directions... but I have no problem with disabling the
powers of my prey.

My private jet was in the air within the hour, and I did not waste any time
in getting to work. The White Queen was wearing a smart business power suit
(white of course), replete with short skirt and cleavage-revealing blouse.
Part of my decision to take her first was the overt sexuality she displayed.
Emma Frost is a beautiful woman, refined, elegant, and possessed of a special
poise that sets her apart from other women. That intrigued me. It gave me an
even more intense desire to have her, to addict her, to use her just as she
had to so many men before.

I removed her jacket and tossed it aside, laying her prone form down on the
bed, securing her limbs tightly to the corners of the bed and then
blindfolding her. The drug would wear off completely within a quarter of an
hour, and whilst she began to stir I took time to appreciate the perfect
curves of her body, the outstanding musculature of her legs, the rise and
fall of her breasts, the pout of her lips. My heart beat faster as the sexual
need gripped me. I felt that triumphant feeling of blood slowly filling my
cock, the slight thrill as my testicles upped their sperm production
dramatically.

"Wh...where am I?" Emma stuttered, finally becoming fully aware, straining
against her bonds, her head moving from side to side in a futile effort to
escape the blindfold.

I started to disrobe, removing my shirt, trousers and underwear, my eyes
locked on my prisoner, my dick growing ever harder.

"Who are you?" she started, for the first time aware that she was not alone.

I am a mutant and my powers are sexually based. My arousal for Frost was
causing me to excrete powerful pheromones which I knew would begin to affect
her in minutes.

I leaned down and whispered into her ear, "I am your lover and master, Emma.
Your body is to be my plaything, your mind my possession. In return for your
submission I give you rapture beyond your comprehension."

She started to shiver as I leaned over and placed the flat of my tongue on
her cheek, licking her sloppily, leaving my saliva on my cheek. A tad obvious
maybe, but the chemical element of my powers is its true strength. That
contact had the desired effect on my new acquisition as I noticed a reddening
of her cheeks and a slight buck of her tight hips.

"No... please... don't do this."

I smiled to myself. I had expected taking a super hero to be so much more...
challenging. I had expected a great test in defiling her but she was easy,
already corrupt before I had even laid a hand on her.

This was proving to be as simple as the day I had first taken my twin sister,
the memory of which sent a shard of lust through my cock. Looking down I saw a
welcome glob of precum oozing from my glans.

As a true test of the White Queen's submission I moved my cock under her
nose, then wiped the clear fluid on her gorgeous lips. To my great
satisfaction her tongue came out to sample the gift, further enslaving her to
my sex. She moaned at the taste and her tongue returned for more. I toyed
with the idea of giving her my cock then, but decided against it, my gaze
caught up in her generous cleavage, accentuated by the white, lacy push-up
bra she wore.

I unbuttoned her blouse, removed the straps of the bra and pushed it down,
revealing her flesh to my eyes. My heart beat faster as I exposed her puffy
nipples and I could feel my balls churn with excess cum. A huge increase in
the production of semen is one of the side-effects of my powers so I decided
to get straight to it, straddling her stomach and pressing my hard cock in
between her tits. Resting my thumbs on her nipples I pressed her breasts
together and massaged them as I thrust into her valley.

Sometimes I enjoy holding back the cum before ejaculating load after load on
my prey, but as Emma responded to my tit-fucking under me, I decided to
reward her submission by letting the sperm ooze out from my dick as I thrust
into her cleavage.

I knew that as the cum seeped into her skin, so the sensitivity of her nerve
endings would increase, and  continuing this fucking for a few moments longer
would allow her to orgasm. I roughly squeezed her tits, pinching her
cum-soaked nipples and her back arched beneath me and she screamed in ecstasy
as the waves of her climax hit her, her brain now addicted to the man who had
caused it. Knowing she was mine, I moved my cock to her face and grunted in
release as I poured gob after gob of cream into her mouth and onto her
cheeks. Then my dick was in her mouth, her expert tongue cleaning off the
excess jism, bathing it in her saliva.

The White Queen had been enslaved to my cock and I hadn't even touched her
cunt. I unbound her and removed her blindfold. My cum-covered slave looked at
me in amazement as she took in my average looks and frame. "My god... you're
a kid. How old are you?"

"I'm sixteen, Emma, and from now on I demand the respect I deserve from you. I
am your master."

To emphasis the point, I scooped up some of my jism from my drooling cock on
my fingers and presented it to her mouth. She sucked hungrily, her eyes
closing in pleasure as she did so.

"Why... why me... master?"

Ah. The big question. She was mine now. The truth wouldn't hurt. "Why? It's
very simple, Emma. I desire a challenge. Since age fourteen I have fucked who
I want, whoever I desire. I started in my home town by fucking the prom
queen. After that I soon realised that the sky was the limit. I made
supermodels beg for my cum. But it was too easy, there was no danger. So I
have decided to bring down you super-powered types... if I can best you,
there will be nobody to oppose me."

Emma shivered next to me, part revolted, part aroused by my design. "But you
could have taken any one..."

I smiled. This was true. "I wanted a telepath... and you were the most
convenient choice. You cannot believe the scale of my plans, slave."

My cock had remained hard since I had last orgasmed and I could again feel the
sperm eager to burst free. Glancing down I noticed my swollen scrotum.

"Blow me."

There was a moment in conflict in my slave's mind before Emma moved down to
my cock. She started by kissing the glans sloppily, rubbing her tongue over
the slit. I gave in to the lust and  thrust into her warm, wet oral cavity.
She delivered excellent suction, her tongue seemingly everywhere, dancing
elegantly over the tip, caressing the underneath of the shaft. I had clearly
chosen well and found difficulty restraining myself. I could feel Emma
chuckling softly as she blew me, and I realised that she perhaps thought she
was winning points over me.

My cock still firmly lodged between her lips, I pinned her down on the bed,
placing my hands under her jaw so she could not open her mouth. She struggled
to gain air by breathing through her nose, so I stepped up my face-fucking,
easing my penis into her throat as I felt her shake beneath me, her gag
reflex providing the most exciting oral pleasure I had ever felt.

I lost it and came hard. Keeping her jaw shut, I pulled my cock back into her
mouth forcing her to take it the hard way. She swallowed valiantly, but
against my stores of jism, she was fighting a losing battle. I drank in the
desperate fear on her face as I kept cumming, until I got my reward as I saw
twin streams of my cream burst out of her nostrils. Only then did I loosen
the grip on her face and allow her to breath. I noticed with great joy that
even as she gasped for air, her tongue sought out the excess sperm running
down her face, eager to sate her insatiable lust for my cum.

I looked down at my prize. From being a smartly dressed alpha class mutant,
Emma Frost, the powerful White Queen was now my whore. She still wore her bra
(albeit drenched in my ejaculate) and my interest in her body was again
piqued when I noticed that I had not even touched her pussy - she still wore
her panties, mini-skirt and stockings.

Emma noticed me appreciating her body. "Do you want the rest of it, master?
If you think my head's good, you won't believe how exceptional fucking me
is," she purred.

I looked her over and pointed to the bathroom. "Clean yourself up. Have a
shower. Lose the bra, but put everything else back on."

My eyes were locked onto the swaying of her ass as she did my bidding.
Reaching the door, she turned around and said, "Just one thing... I take it
your powers don't work on men. Are just going to fuck us all with no
interruptions?"

The stupid whore. "Do as I say."

Quickly she hurried into the bathroom.

Of course, my Emma had a good point. With all my research I knew I couldn't
just walk into Xavier's mansion and take the female X-Men without some
resistance. And she was right in that my powers had no effect on men. I
cleared my mind of all this nonsense and re-established my psychic rapport
with my sister, a couple of thousand miles east in New York City.

*Miles... I hear you*

*Give yourself to me, Stephanie*

I feel her joy as I thrust into her mind, burrowing myself into her short term
memory, experiencing what she had just done.


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