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Here for your enjoyment is chapter 27 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:
http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/jul.html

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Chapter Twenty Seven: A Pryor Engagement

I am not particularly used to pain, especially telepathically transmitted
agony and it took some while for me to recover sufficiently. I spent a while
in the darkness of my monitor room before I activated the circuitry required
to gain access to the Hellfire Club's internal security net. I could not dare
risk using my astral self to investigate. They had managed to find a way to
get to me and I needed concrete information before I made the next move.

It didn't take too long until I found the Black Queen's chambers, an almost
dungeon-like creation in the bowels of the building greeted me and I saw with
some anger that Phoenix had indeed been captured - she was clamped down to a
metal table, stripped quite naked, her body impaled with around 20 or so
acupuncture needles, each connected to a wire that led to a large, menacing
looking piece of equipment next to the table.

Phoenix herself was twisting wearily in her bonds, a sheen of sweat covering
her lithe form, obviously recovering from the torture I had felt inflicted
upon her. I had managed to disengage our psionic rapport and it had been a
good hour since I first felt the attack. I wondered how much more of the
excruciating pain my consort had endured.

Her back to the security camera, I could make out the figure of the woman who
had obviously perpetrated these acts of torture on my Phoenix... but the
lighting was concentrated on Phoenix herself - I could not actually see who
she was. One thing was for sure, it was not Selene - different build,
different hair.

"Are you ready to be more co-operative yet, Jean?" the woman asked, in a
voice that was definitely very familiar. "I enjoyed watching you dance for me
on pain setting two... it goes all the way up to five, you know."

Phoenix ignored her, bringing about an audible sigh from her tormentor. She
crossed the room, turning up a large dial on the equipment, Phoenix's eyes
locked in horror as she readied herself for more torture.

"I don't think you know how much I am enjoying this," the mystery woman
slowly moved her index finger forwards, presumably about to press the button
that would explode more searing pain deep into her subject.

Phoenix gasped, eyes screwed shut as she awaited the inevitable... only the
pain never came. A huge crack resounded through the air, the mystery woman
shrieking in pain as she pulled back her hand and cradled it. I could tell
immediately that Selene had now arrived and I watched as she coiled her whip
and took center-stage, peering closely at Phoenix, kissing her on the lips
gently.

"I ordered you to await my arrival, Madelyne," Selene hissed, turning from
her prey to pick up her companion. "Will not tolerate any deviance from my
orders."

I was not used to pain, but I can't say that I am too used to surprises
either. However, the identity of the mystery woman was a wonderful bonus -
Madelyne Pryor - Scott Summers' first wife, bearer of his child, genetically
engineered clone of Jean Grey herself, a tool for the super villain Mr
Sinister. I had heard rumours of her resurrection but now it was clear that
she had been recruited by the Black Queen. Perhaps I had been remiss in not
keeping a closer eye on the Hellfire Club. Regardless, Madelyne's sheer
existence opened up a world of opportunities. Dressed in her tit-flesh
exposing crop-top and rag-like thong I knew that this would be a woman I
would have to possess.

"My Lady," Madelyne fawned. "I only meant to please... I wanted her to talk
before you arrived... I thought..."

"You did not think at all," Selene remarked dismissively. "You sought to use
my tools to inflict pain on my new acquisition. You don't realise, do you? I
have no interest in Jean's information. That shall come with time. My aim is
to break her, to make her mine just as you are. The both of you together in
my bed... hmmm..."

"My Lady?"

"We shall prepare her. And when I believe she is ready, I expect you," she
ran her hand over Madelyne's breasts and then dove downwards and rubbed her
sex, "to apologise."

"Of course, my Lady."

Selene quickly turned her attention back to her prey. Phoenix had recovered
enough in the last few minutes to be fully aware of what was about to
transpire. I had to know what she felt, I had to understand the full range of
Selene's power. Cautiously I reactivated the psionic bond between us,
heightening the link, feeling her anticipation of what was to come, her fear
of the Black Queen and her torturous equipment and even her subconscious
desire for her captor. Even if Madelyne possessed telepathic skills on a
level with Phoenix's (with I doubted), she would not be able to detect a
psi-link this deep. I was safe, and since my consort was no longer in any
immediate danger I decided that I could best determine the capabilities of
Selene by allowing her to explore Phoenix's body.

"You have nothing to fear, sweet Jean," Selene sighed, running her fingertips
along her prey's naked flank. "We're going to be more than friends. I can make
you love me... a process that will make me love you too. I will make your body
sing..."

"You do not know what you are doing," Phoenix replied plaintively. "You invite
your own destruction."

Selene stepped back and studied her for a moment, perhaps appreciating the
true power of the telepath she held in her grasp. She returned to her prey,
running her hand across the inhibitor collar that ran around Phoenix's neck.

"Your collar is very warm - your resistance to the inhibitor is admirable, but
it will burn through your flesh before your power can break through it.
Resistance really is futile, my dear. Allow me to give you something more
pleasant to occupy your thoughts."

Selene turned her attention to the thin needles that punctured Phoenix's
body, removing the ones from key pain centers and relocating them to the more
erogenous areas of my consort's flesh. Ten needles were inserted into
Phoenix's mammoth breasts, a further ten placed in the lips of her cunt, and
in the surrounding flesh. For a final flourish, Selene gently pushed a needle
in Phoenix's clitoris, massaging it gently as tiny metal object was pierced
into her. Phoenix felt no pain at any of the intrusions - Selene was
obviously skilled to a vast level in this regard.

"Very good, Jean, very good," Selene reassured her subject. "You see I mean
you no harm. But your life as you know it is about to change beyond
recognition. Let me introduce you to sin."

Selene closed her eyes and tensed, head tilted back slightly as she
concentrated her powers. I recognised the look from her previous conquest of
Kitty Pryde, my suspicions confirmed as a black, tar-like ooze sprung from
the corners of her mouth, the Black Queen dipping forward to deeply kiss my
consort, her tongue thrusting the black slime deep into Phoenix's mouth,
Selene massaging her throat, forcing her to involuntarily swallow the
offering. Satisfied with the impregnation, Selene backed off, moving south,
the slime dripping onto her breasts, over her stomach, the dominatrix opening
her mouth wide and taking perverse joy in spending the rest of her essence
over Phoenix's cunt. She squealed at the contact, her body possessed by
Selene's evil as it was slowly absorbed into her being.

"Now we can begin."

The twisted Black Queen returned her attention to the luscious body before
her, admiring her own work as she contemplated the small metal needles
sticking out obscenely from Phoenix's writhing flesh.

"Your breasts are magnificent, Jean," Selene stated simply, eyes locked onto
the generous mounds before her. "Let us both enjoy them."

Adjusting her machine, Selene began to run a small current through the
needles that impaled my consort's mammaries. The effect was literally
electric, Phoenix gasping for air and moaning in abject lust.

"So sensitive..." admired Selene hotly, watching as her prey's nipples
hardened and elongated, the very shape of her breasts changing; contracting,
then swelling. "I had expected more resistance from you, my dear."

The Black Queen upped the current, enjoying Phoenix's convulsions on the table
as raw, manufactured ecstasy blasted through her prey's titties.

"So... fucking... good!" screamed Phoenix, back arched, tits thrust into the
air, small sparks dancing over the needles that impaled her breast flesh.

And then it stopped. Suddenly. Madelyne joined her mistress at the side of the
table as Selene reached over and began to pluck the needles from Phoenix's
breasts, a look of excitement and consternation on her face.

"What is wrong, my Lady?" Madelyne enquired. "You did not stop with me until I
had climaxed so many times I passed out."

"True," smiled Selene, remembering her torture of Phoenix's clone vividly.
"However, there is more to Jean here than meets the eye."

The Black Queen drew her face closer to her prey's tit flesh, stroking the
mounds slowly, hefting them slightly, then licking the side of	her right
breast slightly, enjoying Phoenix's response.

"Madelyne, you are a clone of this woman and yet Jean here has been
altered... she is already responsive. For a start, her breasts are larger
than yours... and she sure as hell hasn't had any surgery. And watch this."

Selene brushed her fingertips against Phoenix's nipple, then reached down and
sucked hard on it, my consort herself quaking under a mini-climax as the Black
Queen sucked her milk into her mouth. She swallowed it, enjoying the taste
before returning for more. This time she did not swallow - instead she pulled
Madelyne towards her and kissed her deeply, squirting Phoenix's juices deeply
into her mouth.

"My god..." Madelyne started, as she pulled away from the kiss, a white
dribble of milk escaping her mouth.

"Yes... the White Queen's mysterious benefactor who has supplied us with so
many... interesting... conquests has also had his way with Jean Grey here. Her
body has already been configured for his pleasure. I can sense his touch."

"We should torture her for information," Madelyne stated calmly, licking her
lips and watching the fear return to her hated double's eyes. "We should make
her talk. She could compromise us."

I sent telepathic summons to the Enchantress, figuring that I would have to
work fast should Selene be tempted to follow the advice of her lover.
However, I could sense from Phoenix and maybe even see in Selene's eyes that
she was far more interested in the sexual possession of the defiled X-Woman.
She had already sensed that Phoenix was not 'configured' in the same way as
the whores that we had sent to the Hellfire Club. I sensed that she was
curious to see just how loyal Phoenix was to me, how deep the conditioning
was. In essence she still wanted her.

"I think..." started Selene slowly. "Jean here isn't going to compromise us
at all, my dear. Look at her, Madelyne, she is a creature of dark lusts, a
ripe fruit whose juices can be savoured if... you know where to squeeze. Look
at her eyes - she wants it. Needs it. Watch."

The Black Queen unclasped her ebony-coloured cloak, allowing its flowing mass
to drop to the floor as she slowly opened the black bodice of her costume,
exposing her generous breasts to Phoenix's rapt gaze. Turning, she entered a
series of commands into her equipment, small sparks electrifying her prey's
vagina, Phoenix whimpering as the current sent jolts of rapture flowing
through her cunt, its inner petals moistening, slackening as her arousal
increased still further.

Selene leaned forwards, taking my consort's right breast in both hands,
beginning a slow, rhythmic stroking motion, Phoenix mewing in enjoyment as
Selene coaxed the milk from her nipples, rubbing it over her entire tit, using
it almost as a lubricant.

"So much like jerking off a cum-spewing cock," remarked Selene hotly, upping
the motion as she was Phoenix respond so grandly. "You love to be milked,
don't you sweetie?"

Her prey responded only by pushing her tits outwards, encouraging Selene to
abuse her still further, her left breast weeping in sympathy.

"Now is the time for your apology, Madelyne," Selene ordered, beckoning to the
other breast. "Do it."

Gingerly, Madelyne stepped forwards, marvelling at the full globe which
responded so wonderfully to her touch. Both women pulled on the breasts,
stroking them, licking them, Phoenix descending into a maelstrom of sexual
excitement, the current coursing through her cunt increasing all the time,
even as the ecstasy flowing through both her breasts also upped itself
exponentially. I could sense it all. She was close to her release - a climax
to equal the cock-fuelled rapture I gave her on a regular basis. The
difference, of course, was that Selene was not the mistress here. She was
merely being primed for me thanks to her exposure to the many whores I had
sent her way, and now thanks to the possession chemicals she absorbed from my
consort.

The Black Queen had a smile locked on her face now as she continued the
masturbation of Phoenix's mammaries, now lost in the joyous abandonment of her
milk, rubbing it all over herself, before returning to the source, pulling on
the tit-flesh, working both of her hands around the gland, each squeezing in
opposite directions... just as an experienced dairy worker would milk a cow's
udder.

And finally we reached the glorious moment where the stimulation finally
became too much for my Phoenix, the combination of Selene and Madelyne's
efforts with the needle currents driving her over the edge. With a triumphant
scream, she came, jets of her tit-milk shooting forth over her tormentors,
Madelyne ripping off her clothing with one telekinetic blast as the liquid
coated her. Selene leaning forwards to catch the torrent on her face, both
women drawn to sucking deeply on the blasting nipples.

Moments later, Phoenix realised that now the boot was on the other foot.
Still under the immediate influence of her juices, Selene and Madelyne would
doubtless obey her instructions and within seconds her bonds had been
loosened and the inhibitor collar removed. Mentally sedating her tormentors,
she clutched her head as new sensations flowed through her mind and body.

I probed deeper into our rapport, seeking answers. Selene's black essence was
clearly the cause, I could feel the radiating power of the black ooze as it
permeated Phoenix's being, desperately seeking to change my consort, to
over-power my dominant programming. I cast my mind back to Selene's encounter
with Kitty Pryde.

"That's the essence of my lusts... the dark and rank perversions that as Black
Queen I enjoy so much. Once it's inside of you, it'll grow and nurture itself,
shaping, bending and moulding you..."

Selene was an immortal - a being whose sexual experience and perversions
spanned centuries. I wondered how her dark lusts would integrate themselves
with the Dark Phoenix I had created. I thrilled at the potential of our next
sexual encounter... what manner of evil was she now capable of? On less
experienced girls like Pryde the essence clearly opened their minds to the
horror of the life that awaited them as whores of the Hellfire Club. But what
would occur to my Phoenix, a being already tainted with dark evil from many
sources? I was... fascinated to discover exactly what.

***

The journey to the Hellfire Club was fairly excruciating. In terms of magical
teleportation, the safest method had to be using the Enchantress's Asgardian
powers. However, the bitch knew exactly what kind of effect her body had on
my libido... just as my own powers made me irresistible to my prey, so had
the long centuries of perfecting her physical form done the same to my
Asgardian slave. Since Wanda's enslavement I had practically banished her,
else all thoughts of the Agenda would be lost... lost in the velvety softness
of her exquisite cunt.

"Methinks my master purposefully denies himself the pleasures of my form,"
observed the Enchantress as the teleportation mists cleared. "Mayhap were I to
take my pleasures with Selene, thy favours may be returned to me?"

I shuddered at the thought. I had witnessed some of the Enchantress's acts of
evil upon mere mortals - especially recently where I had ordered her to pose
new problems for the Avengers to battle against whilst my Agenda continued.
But still, I reasoned, Selene wasn't just a mere mortal. It would be
interesting to see the Enchantress up against a formidable opponent.

"So be it," I replied.

I zeroed in on Phoenix, feeling the psionic bond between us tighten as I drew
closer. I reached an oak-panelled door deep within the bowels of the Hellfire
Club, knowing that my consort was behind it. I could feel Phoenix's
malevolence, the distillation of evil that I knew I was responsible for
giving her. All of a sudden I just stopped cold and wondered, what is this
all about? What objective have I achieved in bringing about the now
inevitable armageddon? I seemed to recall some kind of purity of purpose when
I first begun the Agenda... and now? Now I was different - a being coloured
by dark forces that, god help me, were beyond my control.

Now so close to Phoenix I could sense her thoughts directly, as though her
mind were now part of my own, and like a drug injection I could feel my
self-doubt wash away, a tide of dark evil bridging the gap between us, a
feeling of lust course through my veins as I pushed the door open. I felt the
darkness grip my heart as I witnessed the scene in front of me, my cock
stiffening in seconds as I sensed the presence of another bitch demanding my
cum.

Madelyne Pryor was pinned to the floor, struggling widely under the assault
of the Dark Phoenix, my consort slowly rubbing her weeping pussy over her
double's face, her hands stretched forwards, pulling and kneading the breasts
in front of her. Animalistic grunts escaped Phoenix's mouth as she rotated
her hips over Madelyne's face, her own features contorted with the look I
knew so well - she had moved beyond orgasm, now she was in a constant state
of sexual nirvana, her cunt sloppily jetting out the cream that binds all of
her slaves to our will, the volume of fluids now enough so as to drip down
Maddie's chin and pool around her neck.

Phoenix's telekinetic powers shredded the clothes I wore and roughly massaged
my cock into full erection, my consort pushing all the buttons as I sensed
another telekinetic probe push deeply into my rectum, massaging me from the
inside. I groaned in pleasure and approached the writhing couple.

*Let me give you the ultimate gift* Phoenix demanded telepathically,
Madelyne's thighs parting before me. *Feel the same woman love you twice
over*

I buried myself in her thoughts as I knelt before Madelyne's splayed legs,
finding only my Phoenix in her mind. I realised that there was no real
Madelyne Pryor any more. Her mind was now a mirror image of my consort's,
their two psyches now inextricably linked. Two women, the same mind, working
as one. Fuck one and you fuck the other, pleasure one and allow the both of
them to pleasure you. So this was Selene's original scheme in kidnapping who
she thought was Jean Grey. What a magnificent plan. What an immaculate
concept.

I buried myself deep in Madelyne's weeping snatch, grunting wildly as I saw
Phoenix respond as though she had been impaled, her cunt jetting out more of
her cream over a spluttering Madelyne.

Phoenix's mind, combined with Madelyne's was exponentially more powerful and
its effect on me through the three-way sexual union was explosive in my mind.
I could sense that some kind of resistance in my mind was dropping away as I
ploughed deeper into Madelyne, Phoenix leaning forwards to kiss me deeply. At
that moment, for a split-second, my mind pictured Mary Jane kissing me, but
as our lips met and her tongue penetrated my mouth, there was only Phoenix.
Both of her. In my head. I could feel myself spurt deep into Madelyne, but
the physical ecstasy was almost inconsequential compared to the sensations
the women blasted into my mind's eye.

*This is how we fuck from now on, lover*

Images flooded my mind. Laying on top of Phoenix, fucking her deeply, feeling
her precious milk squirt onto my chest as I took her, Madelyne lying on my
back, lactacting sympathetically, cunt spasming as she enjoyed Phoenix's
ecstasy, her lubed finger thrusting deeply into my ass. And then... ultimate
oral pleasure as Madelyne engulfed my prick in her mouth, sucking
ferociously, Phoenix's tongue teasing the underside of my scrotum before
rimming its way around my anus, both women frenching deeply around my
cum-spewing cock. And then... both women sandwiching Rachel Summers - Jean's
daughter from an alternate future, a mass of beautiful red hair, perfect
curves and unspeakably incestuous rapture. I gave in to Phoenix's wishes,
losing myself in the sheer carnality of the situation, my prick withdrawing
from Madelyne's cunt, more white cream blasting from the tip, covering
Maddie's torso, matting her pubic hair. I came down from the high as the kiss
between Phoenix and myself ended. I opened my eyes to see the incredible
Phoenix energy bird construct around my consort begin to die away. Looking
down I saw that Maddie had now been transformed physically to match the
bodily perfection of Phoenix herself - tight, higher, larger breasts, sleeker
curves, all evidence of the ravages of time removed from her body.

"From now on, we are one," stated Phoenix simply, her body looking even more
beautiful covered in the sheen of exertion, her breasts and cunt still
leaking profusely over the unconscious form of Madelyne below. "There is no
more conflict. Madelyne Pryor and the Phoenix are one entity, all-powerful...
and all yours."






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