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Here for your enjoyment is chapter 26 of Submission Agenda. As usual, all
comments, suggestions, etc are more than welcome to pegasus777@hotmail.com.

Previous Instalments of Submission Agenda posted to ASSM can be located at:
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Chapter Twenty Six: Warbird Enslaved

The power that flooded over me as the ebony lifeform seemingly consumed my
body was beyond comprehension. My own mutant powers, despite their physical
manifestations, held nothing compared to the sudden rush of energy that
coursed through my body as the alien symbiote lent its own might to my
relatively weak and feeble form.

I spent a good few hours under Phoenix's supervision, making sure that the
alien did not attempt to possess my body in the same way that it had tried to
just prior to its separation from Spider-Man. However, my telepath bitches
had done their job well and what conscious thoughts this creature may have
had were successfully quietened, leaving just the physical benefits of the
suit available for my own ends.

With the combined technology of the Fantastic Four and the X-Men at my
command, it was an easy matter to hack our ways into the classified Avengers
records, and this information, coupled with Wanda's knowledge and files made
it a simple matter to track down my next victim - Warbird, the former Ms
Marvel aka Carol Danvers.

The last entry in the Avengers records had mentioned that she had been
demoted from active duty and sent home following the revelation that she had
an alcohol problem, coupled with a gradual loss of her powers of flight and
enhanced strength. From there it had been a fairly simple to track her down
to a small bar just a couple of miles away from her parents' home.

And there she was now, in a quiet booth, taking generous swigs from a full
tumbler of scotch, the half-empty bottle standing on the table in front of
her. I wondered just how much booze it would take to get a superhuman
drunk... despite her already prodigious intake she seemed to be fairly sober.
Before my eyes she sank a double in one gulp, reaching with a firm hand for
the bottle to refill her glass.

"Ms Danvers? Carol Danvers?" I asked, taking her attention from her drink for
just a moment.

"Yeah, who wants to know?" she replied - testy, but not drunk.

"May I join you? I have some... information on a certain Wanda Maximoff."

"Wanda! She's been missing for a couple of weeks now..."

I took that for a yes and sat in the booth across from her, eyeing her up.
Carol Danvers was an exceptional looking bitch. Long, flowing blonde hair in
a pony tail, chiselled cheek bones, piercing blue eyes, the curves I knew she
had as Warbird were hidden under a pair of Levi's and a baggy USAF sweat
shirt.

I despatched micro-thin elements of the alien costume under the table,
allowing them to pierce her clothing, to begin a sensual caressing of her
inner cunt, her tits and her thighs, barely noticeable, totally invisible -
just enough to get her in the mood when carried out simultaneously on all
those areas of her body.

"Wanda is alive and well, but she's not the Scarlet Witch you once knew," I
stated, handing her a picture of the Witch in her new costume, at the same
time sending another black alien tendril under the table.

"Holy..." Carol stared at the photograph. "How did you get this? Where was it
taken?"

"It was taken in the Bedford Towers in New York and I got it... well, I got
it because I took the picture. The Scarlet Witch is dead, Carol, Wanda is now
just another of my fuck sluts... just as you will be."

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Carol asked, nonplussed. "What the fuck are
you on?"

"This is no joke," I replied calmly. "Perhaps some more evidence?"

I produced a picture of a fully costumed Black Cat fellating me eagerly.

"Wanda took that pic... she's quite a talent, not just as a fantastic lay. All
of you bitches are in line for the same treatment, Warbird... now it's your
turn."

"You... you know who I am?"

"Of course I do... but I can see that you need more convincing."

The black alien tendril reached the nape of her neck, before biting into it
savagely, the black costume taking control of Carol's spinal column. She
yelped in pain as the razor teeth bit into her.

"What have you done to me?"

"It's very simple, bitch. I've pretty much severed your brain's connection
with your body. You are quite paralysed... in fact, I could play your body
like a musical instrument right now if I wanted to."

More of the alien substance oozed between us as I slowly increased the volume
of the micro-thin tentacles that were rhythmically rubbing her tits, legs and
cunt. The sensations moved from being barely noticeable to unavoidable. I
chuckled as she whimpered, her sexual heat building in her paralysed body.
Almost as a celebration I picked up her glass of whiskey and took a big gulp
as her eyes closed and she strained against the feelings of lust I poured
into her body.

For me the feeling was strange. Despite being a few feet away from her I
could feel the sensation of her spasming cunt as I ploughed the alien
tentacle deep inside of her. I could sense her nipples engorge themselves as
the tendrils got to work beneath her sweatshirt. I grinned in satisfaction as
her limp body convulsed at the sexual sensations I sent rampaging through
her. The whimpering gave way to gasps and moans.

"You... you fucking..." she hissed between clenched teeth.

"Would you like to cum, Carol?" I asked, her rhythmic mewing like music to my
ears. "Would you like to give yourself to me like Wanda and all the others?"

"NO!"

"Okay then, that's fine."

I pulled back the tentacles to my own body, allowing her control again.
Instantly she leaped forward, but it was a wasted effort - with the enhanced
strength the costume provided me with, it was an easy matter to push her back
into the corner of the booth.

"What do you want with me?" she asked angrily, bursting to escape from my
restraint.

"Of course I want to enjoy your body, Carol," I replied earnestly. "And
there's nothing I enjoy more than a mature woman with a superhuman physique
begging for my cock... but I want your submission to be interesting."

"Just cut to the chase you fucking pervert!"

"Fucking Carol Danvers has little interest for me... I want you as Warbird...
your powers pitted against my own."

"You'd give me a fair fight?" she asked incredulously. "You - a nobody -
really think you stand a chance against an Avenger?"

"You bet," I replied, pushing my hand beneath her sweatshirt and massaging the
bare breasts beneath, enjoying her struggles as I molested her without mercy.
"To the victor, the spoils."

Carol had agreed, taking us to a condemned building a few hundred yards from
the bar... evidently she wanted to cut loose with her powers, without the
risk of innocent bystanders coming to any harm. This was fine for me too - no
witnesses as I raped the hell out of this pompous slut.

"You're going to regret fucking with an Avenger," Carol spat in rage, her
costume slowly materialising in place of the jeans and sweatshirt even as my
own clothing changed into a simple, black all-over body suit.

"Tell that to my fuck slave Wanda," I smiled, knowing the response it would
bring, my eyes darting over the expanse of flesh her costume allowed me to
see, the black skin-tight costume driving me crazy with arousal as my eyes
locked onto the contained, massive mammaries she possessed. The sash, similar
to Phoenix's, in no way preventing me from enjoying her perfect legs.

Warbird leapt at me in rage, the blow catching me in the stomach, but
amazingly despite me feeling the force of the attack, I felt no pain or
discomfort. The costume had easily absorbed her effort and I just stood
there, completely unaffected, as blow after blow hit home. She was mine now.
I knew it. It was time to test the effectiveness of my own strength. I put
all my power into one punch, sending Warbird flying clean through a brick
wall. I walked over to her stricken form, watching her pull herself from the
bricks and general debris.

"I know all about your powers failing, my dear. That's why you're such a
perfect victim."

She leapt at me again, pounding her fists on my chests with all her might,
each blow less powerful than the last. I put an end to her efforts by
reaching forwards, ripping open her black top, watching hungrily as her
large, pert titties spilt out into the open air.

"No!" she screamed, backing off, covering her breasts with her hands.

"You know the agreement bitch... winner takes all."

I stood over her, using my feet to push her arms away from her titties,
allowing my evil lusts to manifest themselves as I stared at her breasts,
knowing they were now my property. My cock leapt into life, blood shooting
through the erectile tissue, a vast black hard-on taking shape before Carol's
saucer eyes. The black costume stuck to it like a skin-tight sheath, a small
opening at the end allowing my pre-cum to drip freely onto my new slave's
exposed breasts, causing her to instinctively massage it into her flesh.

"Very good, slave."

I thrilled to the sound of her costume splitting as alien tentacles shot out
from my body and attacked her, baring her crotch to me, leaving just her
small eye mask in place as any evidence of her super heroine identity, the
rest of her uniform clinging to her in tatters. The same tentacles yanked her
savagely from the ground, bringing her eye-level with the vast ebony cock in
front of her. It seemed as though the costume had managed to expand the
length of my prick and I enjoyed the look of shock in Carol's eyes as the
tentacles forced her hands to encircle the dark monster between my legs, the
veins throbbing with lust before her.

"Do it, Warbird!" I commanded, feeling her hands cautiously begin to jack me
off, pre-cum shooting freely into her face as she did so, the muscles of my
cock superhumanly enhanced by the costume... another benefit I would have to
investigate. There seemed to be no drawbacks - despite the covering on my
cock, I could feel her just as intensely as I would were my prick not covered
in the alien being.

Warbird's hands became more confident, her mouth open as moans escaped her,
tentacles from my costume now disappearing into her cunt and rubbing over her
breasts, worrying her nipples into erection before pulling on them sharply.

A few moments later I could sense the first orgasm forming a knot in my
balls, the pressure incredible as Carol's hands were now a blur on my cock,
her own submission drawing closer as the alien ransacked her tits, cunt and
now asshole. The need to spray grew more intense, more powerful, until
finally the black alien goo forced her mouth level with my cock, jamming it
open as jet after jet of my white cream blasted forth into her, her tongue
reaching out to flick the underside of my cockhead - more cream shooting out
at the added stimulation. The alien tendrils drew back, and telepathically I
could sense Warbird's own need for release, like a siren call beckoning my
cock to ransack her weeping snatch. As I released her I smiled in malicious
joy as she quickly moved to wipe my ejaculate from her face in disgust,
succeeding only in smearing it into those delicious features, sudden feelings
of desire flooding all the more through her as performed the act, moving her
cum-covered hands onto her tits, allowing her heaving breasts to benefit from
the same satisfaction as my cream was rubbed into her skin.

"That's it, my slut, rub it in completely. Give yourself to me totally."

Her hands were still covered in a sheen of my juices, and I watched with
relish as her fingers moved lower and lower, past her superbly muscled torso
and deep into the valley between her thighs, the domain of her beautiful
blonde-furred cunt.

"Touch yourself with my essence, slut," I commanded, watching intently as she
did my bidding, her cry of ecstasy as she rubbed herself with my cream quite
wonderful to hear.

I could feel more urgency shoot into my prick as Warbird gyrated on the floor
in front of me, masturbating herself towards her most ecstatic orgasm with
the aid of my mind-deadening fuck juices. I could see her trembling, sensing
her oncoming climax... a release I postponed by pulling her to her feet,
slamming her against the crumbling wall in the condemned building, and easily
parting her legs, forcing myself between them with ridiculous ease. My
black-coated cock pressed into her moist labia, smaller tendrils breaking off
to attack her clitoris directly even as my prick pushed into her hole. Her
head shot back in rapture as I took her, my gaze rapt on her wonderfully
parted lips, issuing moan after moan of sexual acquiescence. I moved to kiss
her, feeling the alien wrap itself around my tongue, shaped by my desire as I
frenched her, feeling her quake beneath me as my alien-coated tongue took
shape as another smaller prick which instantly thrust its way into her mouth.
Lost in sensation she sucked deeply, the vibrations of her moans on my
'tongue' exquisite as I now slid into two of her orifices, pistoning in
sequence into each.

I felt her orgasm draw closer again... and this time I allowed it to
continue, heightening her pleasure by bringing huge gobs of the alien ooze
over each of her mammoth tits, attacking her nerves with a rapture that only
the alien could produce, bringing her to the edge... just before another
penis-shaped tendril thrust savagely into her asshole, pushing deeply into
her and setting her off like a firecracker, feeling her scream around the
alien cock I'd been plundering her mouth with as her body convulsed in
orgasmic abandon.

I thrust into her again and again, feeling the power of the alien's
superhuman strength flow through me, allowing myself to direct it all at
Warbird's superhuman physique, knowing she could take it all. Finally, her
suctioning cunt was too much and I pushed into her with all my might, sending
us through the brick wall in one show of incredible strength, the impact of
landing giving me the final thrill required to spill my cock-seed deep into
her cunt and into her womb, our bodies still locked together via the alien
being.

"I'm going to enjoy your calling me 'master'," I hissed, one final thrust
sending a small gob of cum into her cunt. "And I'm going to equally enjoy
having you whenever I please... or maybe I'll make you whore for me. For now.
For ever!"

"No..." she whispered, desperately trying to get her breath back, struggling
to remain conscious. "I don't know how you've done this to me, but I'm an
Avenger... and I'll never yield." It was her last act of defiance before she
blacked out. I merely smiled at the challenge.


***

Warbird regained consciousness slowly, her lids heavy as she slowly rose to
get her bearings. After she passed out beneath me it had been no problem to
bring her back to the Bedford Towers, the only dilemma facing me being what
exactly I could do with her.

Remembering the difficulties I had experienced addicting Rogue to my cum, it
made sense that someone in the same power league would also exhibit similar
traits. So I decided that I would allow Malice to have some fun on the new
arrival before I destroyed her.

In my astral form I watched as Carol slowly rose from the four-poster bed I
had set her down upon, still clad in the rags of her uniform, not bothering
to clean my juices from her. I wanted her to know that she had been taken by
force. I wanted my sperm to coat her. I wanted her to know that she had
experienced her most powerful orgasms in my clutches.

"You were out for less than half an hour, Warbird," Malice stated, emerging
from the shadows to sit on the side of the bed.

"Y-you... you're Susan Richards," Carol stuttered, unable to comprehend just
how much the famed Invisible Woman had changed after I had taken all meaning
from her life.

Malice had dressed to make it perfectly clear that she wasn't the woman that
she once was. Thigh length boots and a one piece rubber dress that emphasised
her curves were all that she wore, bar her trademark studded dog collar.

"I have not been Susan for quite some while," Malice replied, smiling thinly
and running her tongue over her lips. "I am Malice. I like to fuck."

"Oh my god... it's true... he really had made slaves of us all! Am I the only
one to resist?"

Malice laughed, a bitter, evil cackle of evil mirth.

"Your superhuman physique gives you more protection, granted, but I think the
fact that Rogue now begs him for his cum shows that you have little chance of
avoiding your fate... especially when I am preparing you for him."

"You?" Carol exclaimed.

"God yes... it's a shame you didn't arrive earlier. I would have enjoyed
licking up the master's cum... then squirting it down your throat. But I
think I can think of other more interesting diversions any way."

Warbird yelped as an invisible force field slammed her back down onto the
bed, forcing her arms and legs into a spread eagle position, another field
stretching out from her body to shred the remnants of her costume. She
struggled valiantly against the onslaught with all of her might, not knowing
that my mental powers had stripped her of her inhuman strength during her
little nap.

Malice lay on the bed next to Carol, head propped up by her hand, idly
caressing the heroine's prone nakedness with her free hand, appreciating the
voluptuous feminine beauty that Warbird possessed.

"Such a beautiful bitch... I can't say that I've ever felt up a body with
superhuman strength... the resiliency of your flesh is everything the master
said it would be."

She sighed as she cupped and caressed Warbird's vast breasts, running her
fingers over the nipples, savouring her fear and anxiety as her chest rose
and fell quickly, her breath ragged. Malice's mind concentrated on bringing
her most subtle force fields into play, sending feather-like sensations
flowing over her clitoris, bringing small whimpers of pleasure from Carol's
mouth.

"Resist all you want my dear," Malice smirked. "My control over your clit is
total... my force fields allow me to give you sensations you've never
experienced before. You'll love it."

Carol convulsed as the evil dominatrix began to take control of her body. I
could sense her total concentration, her mind fixated on her clitoris,
sending waves of pleasure along its length, coaxing it from its hood than
using her cosmic ray spawned powers to effectively masturbate it
rhythmically. Malice smiled as Warbird edged towards her orgasmic
precipice... then left her, withdrawing her hands from her breasts and
ceasing all stimulation, watching in perverse joy as Carol desperately sought
to break free from her invisible bonds.

"Come on..." she hissed, eyes locked on Malice's. "Finish the job, bitch! Do
it!"

"Do what?" urged Malice, a lecherous, evil smile twisting her features.

"F-fuck me! Fuck my cunt!"

Malice considered the request for a moment, drinking in the need in Carol's
eyes, knowing full well that her new toy was well on the way on sexual
enslavement. Even before she responded, she began to form the intricate force
fields that sprung from deep within her own snatch, propelled outwards to
form an invisible prick. She retrieved a small pot from beneath the bed, then
stood, towering over Carol's imprisoned form, legs outstretched, casually
disposing of the one-piece rubber mini-dress with one explosive force of
invisible power.

Malice smiled at the expression of amazement on Warbird's features as she
tipped the gelatinous, clear lubricant from the pot over her invisible cock,
watching the jutting shape appear before her prey.

"I'll fuck you, slave," she remarked calmly. "But I'm going to do you like a
man."

Globs of the lubricant dropped from Malice's invisible cock, landing with a
small smack on Warbird's exposed flesh, the evil dark angel slowly descending
onto her knees, resting her palms on Carol's inner thighs, pushing them apart
to expose her moist, parted labia.

"That's it, bitch, show me your pink," she sighed, watching Carol's snatch
open before her. "Hmmm, looks fucking delicious."

Warbird could only lie back and sigh as Malice drew her mouth level with
Carol's pussy, slowly extending her pierced tongue, running it slowly in
circles around her erect clitoris, adapting her force fields to provide
counter-stimulation to her tongue, bathing the little bud in sensations that
speared their way through Carol's consciousness.

Smiling at the whimpers and gasps, Malice continued a descent downwards,
until her tongue was pushing deeply into Warbird's juicing cunt. In a warped
twist to her original plan, Malice added a long, probing force field to her
tongue and used it to push deeper into Carol's clenching pussy, moaning
deeply as her lips and tongue were smeared with her girl cum.

"M-make... me... cum!" screamed Carol as Malice upped the speed of her tongue
fuck, cooing in delight as Warbird crossed the limit of her endurance,
shouting loudly as she came, Malice delighting in the juices that flowed
freely from the cunt in front of her, rubbing her face into them freely.

"Now it's my turn."

Malice slid her body slowly, sensuously, over Warbird's inner legs, making
sure to catch her prey's clitoris on her nipple ring as her sizeable mounds
of breast flesh were captured between the Avenger's thighs. Soon they laid
face to face, breast to breast, looking into each other's eyes with a
fierceness of emotion that almost sang to me telepathically. I knew now that
the woman that was Carol Danvers had been ensnared by Malice's spell. I was
slightly surprised that my dark angel had not used her trademark powers of
sexual torture on our latest toy, but quickly realised that the ex-Invisible
Woman had little chance of making any kind of dent in that superhuman
physique without hurting Warbird internally with her invisible force fields.

I languished for a while in Warbird's mind, sensing her total submission to
Malice, feeling her cunt tense with anticipation as she felt the smooth, wet
connection of my dark angel's force field cock rubbing slowly over her soaking
wet hole, the lubricant turning the juncture of her legs into a wet wonderland
which would soon be plundered mercilessly.

Carol closed her eyes and opened her lips, turning her face to enmesh Malice
in a long, soul-searching kiss as the dominating blonde forced her tongue
into Warbird's mouth, simultaneously pushing her invisible intruder deep into
her pussy, the force field adapting as it forced its way in, small fingers
shooting out from the main length in order to caress the walls of her cunt
and push back the inner lips, helping facilitate the penetration.

I could sense the total feeling of abandonment in Carol's mind as she was
swept away by the urge to fuck - an urge I had planted inside of her the
first time I fired my spunk down into her gullet... I stood back and watched
the action in my astral form, my gaze fixed on Malice's pistoning buttocks
sending her force field tool deep into Carol's depths, each thrust producing
an animalistic grunt from my dark angel and a higher pitched squeal from the
trapped heroine. I marvelled at Malice's invention as I stared into her mind.
Her "cock" was more than just another invisible force field - she had spent a
long time refining it, allowing sensation and feedback to spread back from
the field and deep into her own snatch. Effectively she felt as a man would
as she fucked deeply into her slave. How innovative. Watching the scene
unfold I sensed that both women were building up to their highs. Malice had
loosened Carol's bonds and now had an arm under her, forcing her torso up
slightly, allowing my dark angel to draw her closer, her lips next to
Warbird's ear.

"Come on, bitch, come for me... do it... you must... I command it... Surrender
your cunt to me... Come you fucking slut!"

And she did. Hard. Carol screamed, arching her back, pushing both women off
the mattress, as Warbird came heavily, Malice riding her like a rodeo star as
her own orgasm grew, then overwhelmed her, her own girl cream manipulated via
an invisible field to shoot from her cunt, through the pulsing invisible cock
and then deep into Carol's womb.

"Good slave," she huffed, slowly pulling her cock from her, relishing the
final sensations as she slowly collapsed the intricate fields. "But I haven't
finished with you... no, not yet."




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