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Please enjoy the latest chapters to Submission Agenda - a mind control fantasy
based on the characters of a famous comics company. Please feel free to submit
new ideas, comments... or maybe even just some encouragement to
pegasus777@hotmail.com. The story is an ongoing one and despite there being a
definite end in mind, there are few limits on what occurs before it. All 18
previous chapters of this tale can be found at:
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Chapter Twenty: The Gauntlet Begins

The early evening news had become essential viewing for me in the last couple
of weeks. Slowly but surely the world's heroes were being taken out of the
picture one by one... allowing super-villains to run riot - no more so than
in New York City, where the absence of both the X-Men and the Fantastic Four
was having a cataclysmic effect with only the Avengers standing in the way of
total armageddon. In a masterpiece of tactical prowess, Captain America had
issued a summons to every able-bodied super hero, calling them to arms in New
York's greatest hour of need. Mainstays such as Iron Man and Thor had been
joined by the likes of Spider-Man, Daredevil and the New Warriors... and all
the time ex-Avengers rejoined the ranks. I drooled at the sight of
Mockingbird, Black Widow and Hellcat standing side by side with Warbird, aka
the old Ms Marvel. Looking at the total line-up I smiled with a callous, evil
joy. Just about all the sluts I desired where now within my grasp... and
those what weren't? It didn't matter, they would be mine.

The size of the new Avengers team made 'disappearances' easy to arrange,
particularly with the power of the Enchantress at my command. At this moment,
she was arranging the Scarlet Witch's abduction and then we would truly
begin. In the meantime I joined Phoenix and the White Queen in one of the
science labs in the X-Men's mansion. Several days ago we had stripped the
Fantastic Four's labs of useful technology, but came across a reinforced
plastiglass container, with a strange black ooze inside.

"It's definitely a lifeform," Phoenix started, looking up from her computer
screen. "I can sense its thought patterns... it communicates via telepathy."

"I've managed to retrieve Reed Richards' data," Emma continued. "Believe it
or not, this... this thing used to be Spider-Man's costume. According to his
notes, the web-swinger got Richards to take it off when it tried to... well,
attach itself to him permanently."

"Have you full access to the files concerning... it... yet?" I asked,
intrigued by the flowing black slime.

"No..."

"Get it done... Wanda should be here by now... you could say I have business
to attend to."

The expression on Phoenix and Emmas' face turned from diligence to decadence
in a heartbeat. I turned away quickly, knowing that were I to stop any longer
I would not leave again until my fresh cum drooled from both of their cunts.

I met up with the Enchantress in the Danger Room control booth, surveying the
holographic scene she had created for the corruption of the Scarlet Witch. The
architecture was grand, evidently Asgardian. Ionic pillars surrounded a large
(make that very large) marble bath, which was full and bubbling with a
sinister-looking black oil.

"This looks spectacular," I complimented, waving at the holographic
construction. "Are all the programs in place?"

"Yesss..." she hissed, already turned on by the task that awaited her. "Both
Le Fay and Calypso have revealed their arts to me. In addition to mine own,
Wanda will suffer exquisitely before giving herself to thy flesh."

"You may begin when ready."

I only had scant seconds to wait until I saw the incredible nakedness of the
Enchantress submerge itself in the bubbling oil inside the ornate bath in the
holographic realm in front of me. I saw her raise her hand, an unearthly glow
taking shape before my eyes. Slowly the glow moved down into the bath with
her, finally solidifying into the shape of Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch,
the sweet subject of this enterprise.

"YOU!" Wanda screamed as she caught sight of the Asgardian in front of her.
"So this is all your doing?"

The Enchantress smiled at her, a perfect smile of malevolence. She looked
like a vulture ready to administer the killing blow to her prey.

"There are greater schemes afoot than mine," she replied seductively, slowly
moving towards Wanda in the pool of oil. "My only desire is thy sweet
pleasure."

"Look, I don't know what game you're playing here, but there are people out
there who need me... who need us! The world's gone mad and they're relying
on..."

"That is of no concern to thou... or to me, my sweet," the Enchantress
interrupted, snaking her hand forwards beneath the opaque oil, seeking out
Wanda's breasts, sighing as she made contact.

"NO!" Wanda exclaimed, moving back to the edge of the bath as the shock of the
Enchantress's touch instigated an instinctual response. "Don't touch me!"

The Enchantress ignored her, continually following her until Wanda has hemmed
into the corner of the oily bath, trapped by the larger woman's voluptuous
frame.

"Wouldst thou truly deny me, Witch?" she purred, running her fingernail
firmly across Wanda's delicious tit leaving a deep red welt across her flesh,
producing a startled gasp from the Scarlet Witch's mouth

"Y-yes... YES!" Wanda replied. "I'm not... like that!"

"Oh dear," the Enchantress sighed, continuing to toy with Wanda's large, firm
breast under the oily surface. "There are no rules to pleasure, sweet one, and
already I feel thy body betray thou."

She moved her other hand down, lower, running it softly across Wanda's
stomach, down into her tuft of pubic hair, feeling Wanda's hips involuntarily
convulse at her touch as she lightly stimulated her clit with a finger's
feather touch.

"Leave... me... alone!"

Wanda fixed the Enchantress with a steely gaze, even though under the surface
of the warm, bubbling oil, she shivered with a mixture of apprehension and
desire. I could sense it from her, my telepathic powers growing stronger
still.

"So be it," sighed the Enchantress deeply, turning away from the Scarlet Witch
and swimming away from her.

"Is... is that it?" she enquired after her and I laughed to myself as I heard
this, knowing already that two panels had opened in the bath, the
Enchantress's slaves swimming through them.

"I think not," the Asgardian replied, turning to face Wanda from the other
side of the vast bath. "Thy wishes are clear. Thou wouldst prefer the touch
of a man... or men."

The Scarlet Witch gasped as suddenly two men surfaced on either side of her,
their arrival a complete surprise owing to the black, opaque oil. The first,
a muscle-bound black man grinned at her with lust-crazed eyes, staring at the
swells of her breasts as they appeared above the oil. The second, who seemed
virtually identical bar his white skin colour swum behind her, running his
hands down her back as Wanda yelped in dismay and fear.

"How do you like my toys, Witch?" the Enchantress laughed, even as another
identical white man surfaced behind her, running his erect cock over the
Asgardian's slippery legs.

"G-get th... them away from me!" the Avenger cried, desperately attempting to
fight off these men with her mutant and magical powers, almost crying with
fear as none of her immense power rose to meet her commands. "Enchantress...
h-help me!"

The 'goddess' responded by swimming closer to the young woman, her slave in
tow. Casually, she nodded at the black man, who trapped one of Wanda's leg
between both of his, beginning a clear rhythmic thrusting - his cock, up and
down over her silky thighs. Wanda whimpered, even as her Asgardian tormentor
signalled to the black-haired man behind her. His massaging hands on the
Witch's back moved down, lower, getting closer to her most private area. He
chuckled in her ear as his strong hands parted her ass cleavage, his erect
cock jamming inside the length of her intimate crease, running across, but
not penetrating, her pulsing anus.

"Feels good does it not, Witch?" Enchantress probed, her own slave running his
hands over her massive tits as she wormed her back into his muscular chest.
"Together we shall explore thy flesh and make it sing in ecstatic release."

Wanda did not respond, she merely sighed as hands came up to massage her firm
tit flesh, her mind assaulted by the feelings of two firm pricks rubbing
themselves over her. Of course, a great deal of her somewhat quicker than
expected submission came down to the oil's contents - a special, foul
concoction that the Enchantress had devised herself, using my sperm as the
base ingredient. Even if Wanda was unconscious, her body would still be
responding... driving her relentlessly towards her ultimate submission.

"Good... very good... feel the lust well up inside of thee... feel it, Witch!"

Wanda gasped as the Enchantress's hand flicked over her the inside of her
right thigh, tantalising her flesh as she moved upwards, cupping the Scarlet
Witch's cunt in her hand, rubbing it tenderly. A single submerged graze on
the black man's buttocks from his Asgardian mistress caused him to change his
tack, moving his rubbing cock from her leg to her pussy. Wanda's box accepted
the rubbing black cock almost eagerly.

"Please! Enchantress... stop this madness... I-I can't..."

"Thou canst not resist, my sweet slut... do it... beg for it..."

The Enchantress turned her attention to the white muscle man behind Wanda,
still jerking himself using the Witch's sweet buttocks for friction, the
black oil adding to the silky feeling. At his Asgardian mistress's command,
he changed his tack, concentrating the rubbing of his cockhead on Wanda's
clenching asshole. I wondered whether the Enchantress was going to have both
her holes stuffed to capacity. I knew that the oil also contained muscle
relaxants and small amounts of narcotics that would open her up and ease the
pain... but was my Asgardian slave really going to go this far so quickly?

"I-I... I need to... feel..." Wanda gasped as both her nether orifices were
teased mercilessly.

"Of course..." the Enchantress soothed, the back of her hand running down
Wanda's face intimately.

"Choose... front or back... black or white..."

Sandwiched between two equally vast men, one black, one white, the Scarlet
Witch descended further into an ecstasy she had never felt before as each man
aroused her most intimate physical areas. I could feel her cunt itching to be
filled, the black oil seeping inside of her, sensitising her demanding flesh,
but at the same time the darker aspect of her character yearned for anal
delight. All the while, my Asgardian slave continued to receive the caresses
of her own slave, the man quite clearly delirious with lust, so anxious to
bury his cock inside the 'goddess'.

"Choose Witch-slut... choose now!"

"Black!" she screamed.

Wanda's hiss of contentment broke into a gasp of surprise and fuck-lust as
the black man in front of her easily slipped his large black cock inside of
her cunt, beginning a frenzied pumping as his prick was squeezed within the
vise-sheath of Wanda's pussy. With each thrust he cried out like an animal,
the Enchantress willing him on towards orgasm by running her fingernails
along the flesh of his thighs. I saw the Scarlet Witch's knees draw up,
appearing from above the surface of the oil as she wrapped her incredible
legs around her black lover now fucking back with all of the passion in her
soul. The Enchantress felt her slave position his prick at her cunt, but she
quickly pulled away, swimming to within inches of the fucking couple. I could
feel her thrill to the sight of the black man rearing up for one final thrust
before he administered it, shooting his cum deep within the Witch's sopping
cunt, Wanda squealing in frustration as she desperately sought out her own
orgasm. The black man swum away, grinning inanely as he contemplated the
woman he'd just fucked so roughly.

"Thou didst not choose well, slut," the Enchantress sighed, shaking her head.
"To achieve release you must taste that which thou seeks to take you to
nirvana."

I noticed now that the white slave was sitting on the edge of the pool,
carelessly toying with his erection, smiling knowingly as Wanda and his
mistress swum towards him. The Scarlet Witch stroked the man's full cock, her
mind a rage of conflicting emotions. At once she wanted just to have a man
bring her to orgasm, but at the same time I felt her darker side again desire
to take control, to feel the texture and appreciate the taste of cock in her
mouth... an urge for the forbidden feeling of prick burrowing into her
rectum..

"I... I just want to cum!" she whimpered, tears cascading down her cheek as
her goodness returned, denying the evil... temporarily.

"Thou shalt receive the release thou doth desire, Wanda... after thine first
taste of man seed... this I promise thee!"

The Scarlet Witch continued the exquisite stroking of the white man's cock
before slowly, ever so slowly, standing up on the bath's floor, adding to her
height, her lips now tantalisingly near his prick. Her tits emerged from the
black depths for the first time and I marvelled at their size - large and
fulsome, capped with two sizeable nipples, painfully aroused. I desired
nothing more at this time than to fuck them and seethed with envy as I saw
her lips make contact with the white slave's bucking cock. She groaned with
desire as the hard, well-oiled meat slipped between her lips, her tongue
coming forward to explore the mass of cock that invaded her mouth. She
quickly lost herself in the rhythm of her blowjob, her head bobbing up and
down as sensation overwhelmed her conscience, the Enchantress next to her
slowly beginning the magical spell she had prepared especially for the
Scarlet Witch, at the same time beckoning her slave to take the jiggling meat
in front of her.

Virtually a duplicate of the man mountain Wanda was expertly blowing, the
slave was quick to take his position behind the Scarlet Witch, prising her
firm buttocks apart, once again running his precum spewing tip over her anus.
I could see some element of resistance take over the Witch as the man tried
to hold her steady, all the better for pushing his cock into her tight
asshole, but I also noted that her struggles were more a token effort than
anything else. Wanda Maximoff was going to take a cock in her shithole whilst
simultaneously satisfying a man with her mouth.

I expected a yelp of pain, cries for mercy - anything along those lines as
Wanda's ass was slowly plundered, the slave deliberately slowing his entry
into her most private fuck box, savouring the untouchable feeling of sodomy.
Instead I saw the Witch temporarily break free from her blowjob, arching her
beautiful back and neck.

"Fuck me!" she wailed, feeling the cock now deeply enmeshed in her ass.

I could sense the carnal satisfaction of the Scarlet Witch's corruption via
the Enchantress's twisted mind. I felt her cruelty, her urge to play the
Witch almost like a musical instrument, making her sing in orgasm. Her timing
was perfect as she slipped her hand into Wanda's cunt, teasing the outer lips
before sending two fingers deep into her, fingers that felt the cock
intrusion in her ass, fingers questing to bring her the cum she so
desperately sought.

"Fucking YES!" Wanda screamed as she broke her suctioning oral grip in the
cock in front of her, her face lighting up with savage orgasmic joy as spurt
after spurt of cum blasted into her face and subsequently into her slack
mouth. Desperate for more, she again sucked it deeply into her mouth,
swallowing the follow-up cum feverishly.

Wanda descended into a primal feeling of continual climax as the Enchantress
expertly worked her pussy with her fingers, enjoying the convulsive feeling
of the walls of her cunt as cum after cum escaped her, the insistent
rock-hard cock in her asshole continuing the stimulation until it too gave up
the precious white cream which shot deep into Wanda's bowels, deepening the
ecstasy she felt. I felt the Scarlet Witch lose coherent thought, virtually
blacking off, her mind still being fed the rapture it craved. The Enchantress
banished her three slaves, intimately caressing the Scarlet Witch and keeping
her head above the oil as her consciousness fought valiantly to return to her
body. The Asgardian spent the time wisely, readying herself for the mighty
magical spell she had ready - the first test of the Scarlet Witch's sexual
seduction to her darker side.

Even at that point I had my suspicions about Wanda's apparent capitulation to
the statuesque blonde goddess. Of course it had been too easy, but during my
earlier telepathic immersion it had seemed almost as if she had blocked off
her mind, protecting herself from the horrors of her bodily betrayal. We
would have to see...

"Pleased with your work, Enchantress?" the Witch asked wearily as
consciousness returned.

Now I felt the power of her strong mind returning. Could she have invoked
some kind of magical protection to shield her from the ordeal she had just
undergone? Either way I could see that the Enchantress was indeed pleased as
she traced lines of cum across Wanda's face, the Witch ignoring the proffered
cream as the 'goddess' ran it over her pouting lips. I doubted she would
ignore it so easily were it mine.

"Aye... thy body doth be a work of art, slut... but already I do see thy true
mind returning. Thine sorcerous skills do thee credit, Witch, thy mind was
elsewhere whilst I did play with thee."

"You've failed, Enchantress - failed abysmally, now let me return to where I
am needed."

The Enchantress laughed loudly, raising her arms into the air, twin globes of
magic surrounding her hands, before releasing the full power of her spell,
transfixing the Scarlet Witch in an orb of evil torment. Visibly there seemed
to be little reason for Wanda's screams of... what? What kind of evil spell
had the Enchantress cast on her? Instigating the slightest of telepathic
links, I sensed her pain.

As the spell had hit her, the cum on Wanda's face had been quickly absorbed by
her skin, both painful fire and euphoric ecstasy rushing through her as the
cream seemingly burned through her skull, hammering orgasmic rapture deep into
her mind.

Wanda's magnificent body rose out of the oil, black ooze falling from her
supine body, exposing her generous curves, the full beauty of her buttocks,
her little cunt - a body that writhed in sensation as the Enchantress
continued looking on in rapture. The Witch felt the fire again, this time in
her bowels, as the cum that lodged there burnt into her system, the white-hot
pain once again abating only when the blast of ecstasy built within her.
Simultaneously, her stomach sent shards of pleasure-pain throughout her
being, the cream she swallowed returning to torment her. The cruel
Enchantress gave her little respite before the most crashing evil of all
erupted in her cunt, her girl juice literally gushing from the lips of her
pussy as both the pain and the pleasure aroused her and took her into a state
of being beyond orgasm.

The process took little less than a minute before the spell broke and Wanda
fell a full six feet back into the black oil that had seemingly birthed her.
The Enchantress swum quickly to bring the Scarlet Witch's barely conscious
form to the surface, Wanda murmuring incoherently as she recovered from her
sensation-racked ordeal.

"Enchantress..." she whispered, eyes barely open...

The Enchantress bent over and brushed her lips against Wanda's, beginning a
deep soul-searching kiss, punctuated only by the thrust of her tongue into
the Scarlet Witch's mouth. The kiss was broken as the Avenger broke free in a
flurry of limbs from her Asgardian would-be lover, staring back at her with
an intense hatred.

"You... you... fucking slut," Wanda hissed. "I don't care what magic you
expose me to - I... will... NOT... be defeated!"

I had to admire the Scarlet Witch's resilience - the Enchantress had violated
her body and her mind and she was still fighting back, despite being on the
limits of her endurance. It was time to find out exactly what was going on,
and it was a simple matter to instigate a telepathic link with my
goddess-slave.

*I felt the power of your spell, how does her mind survive?*

*I know not... verily her magic remains strong... mayhap she draws from its
powers to protect her mind still further*

*Then we continue with the plan as agreed*

*Aye, master, thine slaves will pollute her spiritual connection... then we
shall have her*

The exertion of Wanda's force of will had left her on the brink of
consciousness, and it was not long before she blacked out again, sheer
exhaustion finally besting her. I looked down upon her beautiful form as the
bath was drained and the second of our little holographic fantasies began to
take shape around her.

The classic Asgardian architectural palace slowly melted away, a deep
Caribbean forest taking shape as I worked the Danger Room controls, the lush
trees fading back as I constructed a clearing amidst the foliage, then a
stone slab sacrificial altar in the centre. The Enchantress stood by my side,
eyes screwed shut in concentration as she summoned forth Calypso's tribe into
the holographic construction of their home, using her sheer magical powers to
merge their previous activities to what was happening now, so that nothing
seemed amiss to them. Calypso entered the scene as the jungle drum beat
begun, two of her male voodoo slaves carrying Wanda's unconscious body to the
altar before tying her down. I noticed that the Enchantress had restored her
scarlet costume in its entirety, bar her flowing cape, allowing her ripe
shoulders and enticing cleavage to be exposed.

Calypso turned to the surrounding tribe, lifting her arms in triumph and
screaming out a base, guttural yell which brought forth a similar cry of
tribal evil from the seething mass of black skin and bright colour
surrounding her.





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