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Here's another batch of chapters for Submission Agenda. Please don't mail me
asking for the location of previous chapters. You can find them all here at
the Grey Archive:

http://website.lineone.net/~glasswalker/archive.htm

If you have any comments, criticisms and suggestions, feel free to mail
pegasus777@hotmail.com. I thank you.


Chapter Thirty Three: Malice of Forethought

I ordered Stephanie to meet with Jean and Madelyne in order to begin her
mission, an easy task to complete with those resources to throw at the problem
in hand. In recent weeks, just after the X-Men had disbanded in fact, the
mysterious Nate Grey had seemingly vanished off the face of the earth. I
surmised that his capture should not take more than a day now we were tackling
the difficulties head on.

In the meantime I would pay Malice a visit. I found her in her private
chamber, watching a video on a large flat screen built directly into the oak
panelling. The screen revealed the pained rapture of Franklin Richards
teetering on the edge of orgasm, before thrusting hard and sending his
adolescent spunk surging deep into Kitty Pryde's womb.

"My boy losing his cherry," smirked Malice as she acknowledged my arrival.
"His corruption is near complete, my lord."

"How can you be so sure, my dark angel?" I enquired, eager to see just how
committed this woman was to the soul blackening of her own child.

"Gideon left the boy with both of the whores I suggested. In the last few
hours he has taken them both in the mouth and in the cunt. He has forced them
to love each other. In fact, so far, he has performed just about every sexual
act that Selene exposed him to whilst he was in captivity, short of sodomy."

"So what is the next step?"

Malice turned to me and smiled, before pulling a uniform out of the closet.
On closer inspection I noticed that it was a Fantastic Four costume. I didn't
even make the connection to begin with - as far as I knew Susan Richards was
dead. Malice just looked like her and even then, her own physical
transformations had lessened that impact. I remembered that she was the woman
was possessed with limited shape-shifting capabilities, her own instincts
reconfiguring herself in order to best seduce her prey. She had changed quite
a lot from the woman I had degraded and forced into my service.

Stripping in front of me, she eased herself into the suit, tying her hair
back. Susan Richards was born again. It rekindled the memories of her
submission before me, how I had taken away everything that she cared about,
how I had nurtured the dark side of her personality, allowing it to consume
her, Susan's "death" signified as we both came after rough, savage sex.

"I can see the costume has some effect on you," she smiled, her eyes alive
with evil. "Maybe I should put it on the next time I need you to... pleasure
me."

"Just tell me the plan."

"Franklin's got a reunion with his mommy. He's going to see her in a
completely different light. And then he's going to fuck me."

***

I had decided to tag along with Malice psionically to watch the coming
maternal betrayal. I lurked in her mind, allowing her dark thoughts to run
through my head, submerging myself in the evil I had created in her. This
would be the greatest test she had taken on yet but I did not expect her to
fail. I could sense her purpose, her need to satisfy my commands.

He found Franklin alone in a comfortable bed chamber, sleeping soundly on the
four-poster, quite naked. Malice sighed in appreciation at his form - Selene
had aged him well, his body gaining much in the way of muscle mass, with not
an ounce of fat on him. There seemed to be little of his father in his
handsome young features... Franklin took after her brother in that regard.
She noted a couple of spots on his forehead, bringing home the fact that the
boy was still in the depths of puberty, his hormones raging inside of him.
Now, thanks her plan and Selene's conditioning, the boy was obsessed with the
pleasures of the flesh. She smiled... it would make the coming events most
intriguing.

"Franklin... wake up, honey," she whispered, stirring him into consciousness.

"M-momma?" he croaked, slowly regaining his composure.

"I've come to take you away from this awful place, sweetheart," Malice smiled,
running her hands through his blonde mane of hair. "My god... what have they
done to you? You're so big!"

"A... a pretty lady with black hair laid her hands on me and I grew... bigger
'n' bigger then I started to... you know... and then..."

"Shhh... I think I understand. They've robbed you of your childhood,
sweetheart, you'll never get those years back again. And I'll make them pay
for that."

I dived into Franklin's mind. All I could sense was the love for a child for
his mother, an unconditional, unshakable bond of affection. Malice hugged
Franklin deeply and I sensed some change in the boy then. He could feel her
voluminous breasts crushed against his chest. He could sense their size.
Surely they weren't so large when he had last seen her? His mind fixated on
them. He'd enjoyed Kitty's... and Jubilee's. But theirs were small. His mind
was cast back to his captivity where he'd seen Psylocke getting fucked... she
had huge tits and Franklin wondered how his mother compared. What he would
give to see her breasts. A massive wave of guilt swept over him as sanity
prevailed... but it was clear that the seeds of his ultimate corruption had
been planted. He was mentally willing himself not to become erect, not to
want this beautiful woman.

"Listen, honey, there's something I've got to tell you," Malice started
earnestly, pulling away from her son. "On the way here I stumbled across a
security room. It's how I found you. I saw video screens... I saw what... what
you were doing with the Pryde girl."

The guilt was instantly replaced with a deep sense of panic and shame, a need
to make his mother understand... but it was a poor effort. He tried to speak
but could not even begin a sentence. The emotions welled up inside of him and
he began to cry.

"It's okay, honey," Malice whispered, again drawing him into an embrace. "I
know that the man forced you to do it and perhaps it's good that you did it
with a girl you like and respect. I don't mind. Honestly."

The shame intensified within Franklin. He did like Kitty, he did respect her.
Maybe there had been no sound on the monitor his mother had seen because she
can't of heard the things he had said to her, the filthy language that Gideon
had taught him that made her perform so much better. Obviously she couldn't
have stayed around to watch him fuck time after time with each of those
willing girls.

And yet now, in the cold light of day, he felt ashamed for treating Kitty and
Jubilee like whores... but he still could not deny that he had loved it and
something inside of him told him that they had enjoyed it too. And now, was
his mother doing this on purpose? He could feel her breasts again... could he
feel her nipples now through the fabric of her costume, pressing against his
chest? He remembered how he had sucked on Kitty's, watching them harden and
grow in front of him as his tongue lapped at them. Big tits... his momma had
big tits and he bet they were bigger than Psylocke's.

"I'm sorry momma..." he managed before a new wave of tears spring from his
reddened eyes.

"It's really okay... no problem, sweetie. Let's just concentrate on getting
out of here."

Seemingly from nowhere, Gideon stepped from the shadows, easily subduing
Malice from behind, placing a small bracelet around her wrist. The charade
had begun proper.

"I'm afraid I cannot allow you or the boy to leave, Mrs Richards," the
bald-headed man stated simply. "But your arrival is most timely indeed for the
completion of Franklin's... indoctrination."

Malice continued to keep up the pretence, attempting to struggle from Gideon's
clutches.

"Resistance is quite useless my dear... and that inhibitor bracelet will
prevent the use of your powers."

Confusion clouded Franklin's mind. His every instinct screamed at him to help
his mother free herself from Gideon. But something stopped him from doing it,
he found himself looking at his mother as a woman... he felt terrible guilt
but his gaze locked onto her heaving chest as she struggled.

"Stay there boy," Gideon commanded, Franklin instantly freezing. "You did me
proud with Kitty and Jubilee... now I want to see you perform with a real
woman."

Gideon pulled a vial from his pocket and unstoppered it, pouring the contents
over Malice's neck and chest, the costume instantly beginning to burn or
crystallise where the liquid made contact.

"A little chemical designed for use with the unstable molecules that your
costume is composed of," explained Gideon earnestly, his own libido bursting
through his veins as he reached around and cupped her large, malleable
breasts, before moving up to her neck. "Come here, boy... I want you to see
how a real woman is built."

As Franklin looked on in shock, Gideon grabbed the seams of Malice's costume,
ripping the fabric apart, pulling down her suit until both her globes sprung
into view. Both Malice and Gideon knew now that the boy was lost as he stared
at them, at their size, at their beauty.  Gideon himself feasted his eyes on
them for the first time, appreciating that despite their size they remained
shapely and perfectly defined. His lust for his mistress increased to a
raging inferno inside of him, his cock now at maximum hardness, his pants
constricting the blood flow, the tightness almost painful. He made haste in
unzipping his trousers and pulling his cock free, steadying himself  by
placing his hands on her shoulders from behind as he began to rub his tool
over the small of her back. A tight squeeze on his testicles via Malice's
invisible force field reduced his ardour and he pulled back in frustration.

Malice herself began to feel the subtle transfiguration powers again consume
her body, moulding it according to the desires of her prey. Her breasts
started to engorge, to tighten, to fill with the mother's milk that Franklin
subconsciously desired. Still she played out her role.

"Turn away, honey... momma doesn't want you to see this."

For the first time in his young life, Franklin Richards ignored his mother.
He stood before her kneeling form, looking down on her, marvelling at the
revealed tit-flesh, wondering what other treasures awaited him as he peered
further down to the tightness of her pants. Her curves were far more
voluptuous than either Kitty's or Jubilee's. He knew that his mother was
indeed a "real woman". He tried to fight it on some subconscious level, but
he could not stop the rush of lust, the coursing of blood through his penis,
filling it in spasmodic jerks, his cock growing and solidifying into an
insatiable hardness right in front of his mother's eyes. Franklin's desire
effectively silenced his guilt.

"Yes, Franklin, that's right... isn't it amazing the way a beautiful woman
can make a man feel? They're built to make you feel that way... they have a
genetic need to attract men. And you're a man, aren't you?"

"Yessss..." he slowly hissed, his eyes still locked on the revealed flesh,
ignoring the tears of his mother as she sobbed in front of him, her head
bowed. "I am a man."

"Act on your desires, boy, make her yours."

Franklin fell to his knees, looking at his mother's beautiful blonde mane of
hair, peering past it to again appraise her magnificent breasts. In his
mind's eye he could see the video screen again, Psylocke sighing in pleasure
as any one of a thousand faceless men buried themselves in her cleavage,
nipping and sucking at the beautiful tits. He looked at them and felt happy.
His mother was bigger than her... more flesh to lose himself in.

Tentatively he cupped both breasts in his hands, catching his breath at their
softness. Malice still cried in sorrow, but the boy was beyond caring at all
now. Slowly he lowered his lips to her left nipple, turned on immensely by
the way her nipples seem to jut out from the tit meat on little mounds of
their own. His tongue reached out and slowly he licked it, then again, then
captured it between his lips and sucked hard, the excitement so much that his
prick gave up immediately - a single thick white stream of his sperm shot out
from the beet red tip, landing on her thigh, immediately sinking in and
staining what remained of her costume.

He sighed into her nipple as he sucked even harder, his mind alive with
desire as a jet of mother's milk rewarded him for his efforts. His other hand
continued to squeeze tighter on her other tit, as Franklin began to nurse
heavily on his mother, draining one breast then attacking the other, noticing
that she was no longer crying, instead running her hand through his hair
affectionately as he suckled on her.

Malice could no longer pretend that she was not enjoying the proceedings.
Soon she would reveal that was to be his new mistress, that Gideon was
nothing but another of her playthings and he would be her favourite forever.
Franklin's manipulations of her tits were magnificent and she stifled her own
orgasm as she had felt his cum splash against her leg.

Malice could feel Gideon breathing on her neck and could still feel the tip
of his penis pressing into her back. He had performed his task well - on her
own there was no way that she could have seduced Franklin. Perhaps he should
be rewarded. In her mind, she sculpted an invisible force field of much
complexity - a sheath to envelope Gideon's straining cock, a rippling orifice
that would effectively masturbate him to orgasm, an ever-changing,
ever-adapting force field that would stimulate him more than any woman's cunt
or ass had ever done before. She expanded it as she felt him gasp in rapture,
allowing the field to encompass his entire prick and scrotum then let the
waves she had created in her "cock glove" do the rest of the work. She felt
him thrust into it with a vigor that she had never experienced from a man
before. She smiled at a job well done. Malice liked young boys, she decided,
and Gideon would save her the time of tracking them down herself. In the
meantime she could use him to experiment with her powers.

Franklin pulled away from his mother's teat, white milk dripping from his
lips.

"Say you're not angry with me momma!" he pleaded, eyes wide.

"You're a man aren't you?" hissed Malice almost contemptuously. "It doesn't
matter what I feel... what matters is your pleasure. Isn't it?"

The boy smiled widely, wiping his lips clean. He nodded slowly, realising
that what Gideon had said was true. He'd seen his mentor rape Jubilee
mercilessly and she had loved it and now... now his own mother was responding
just as she should. Just like a slut would. A strangled cry of ecstasy
distracted him. Hands on his mother's shoulders, he witnessed Gideon rise up
on his knees and surge forwards, collapsing, gasping.

"Leave us now Gideon," Malice commanded, thinking that the sensation of gobs
of his cum striking her back had most pleasurable indeed. She felt the warm,
sticky fluid began to make trails down her back, tickling her sensitive skin,
disappearing into the cleft of her ass cleavage and finally tickling her
anus. She enjoyed it.

Franklin had seemed confused as he saw a man yield to a woman.

"I am his mistress sweetheart," explained Malice slowly, stroking his cock.
"He belongs to me, as do you... I will pleasure you like a slut should, but
remember that I own you. However, as my special one, I give you leave to use
me in whatever fashion you desire."

Franklin was beyond arguing. His mother's hands felt so good on his cock. He
looked down, watching her lick her palms like an animal, all the better to
lubricate his prick. Still he could not believe her breasts - so large, so
firm, so seductive. In his mind's eye, all the videos he had seen of Psylocke
had featured her breasts being used for a man's pleasure - even more than her
cunt, her tits were a source of fascination to her men. He remembered that he
was a man and decided to emulate the scene that had turned him on the most.

His mouth accumulated saliva... just watching his mother get to work on him
made him drool. He contained it all in his mouth, running his tongue around
to stimulate more. When he felt he had enough, he lifted his mother's chin
and smiled into her eyes, spitting out the wad of spit onto her neck. His
mother raised an eyebrow in surprise, but as the thick white fluid descended
into her cleavage, she understood. She raised herself up as far as she could
go on her knees, her breasts level with his cock.

"You are a real woman," Franklin murmured as he pressed his cockhead into the
wad of spit between his mother's titties. "So much more than Kitty... much
more."

Malice smiled, hands cupping her breasts purposefully, bobbing up and down,
covering his entire shaft with the makeshift lubricant... lubricant she
supplemented by allowing her own saliva to drip from her lips, landing square
on the purple cock end that protruded from her crushed tits. Franklin yelled
out in pleasure as Malice continued the tit-fuck, rocking herself up and
down, rotating her magnificent sacs around his prick.

"Mark me, son," she sighed, "Come for me. Come for momma. Come ON me! Let
yourself go. Do it. Take me!"

Malice giggled evilly as she felt her son erupt, trapping the spitting head
in her flesh, knowing that the trapped cock would feel even more pleasure,
finally allow it to spring free, to coat her face and neck with viscous
cream.

"Momma!" Franklin exclaimed, looking down to see his mother's features
decorated with his cum. "Oh momma, I love you!"

"I'm not your momma any more, sweetheart," Malice mused, rubbing her son's
seed into her skin. "I'm your mistress. Remember that."

She stood up, smiling broadly, the look of expectation clear in her son's
eyes. There was no going back now and that suited her just fine. She lay on
the bed, spreading her legs wide, allowing her force fields to slowly peel
back what remained of her costume, leaving her stark naked, displaying the
split lips of her soaking cunt to her only son.

Cock at full mast he placed both his hands on her kneecaps, using them to
steady himself as he placed himself between her thighs.

"You know what you want, don't you honey?"

He nodded in assent, automatically bringing his hand around his cock,
masturbating slowly. He pushed the head of his prick deep into her wet bush
of pubic hair, slowly rubbing it down, over her clitoris, then into the
channel of her cunt. The flick of his hips was instinctual and he buried his
cock into her grasping, velvety cunt in one thrust, the momentum causing him
to fall onto his mother, his little nipples grazing Malice's larger nubbins.
He moaned at the sensation of flesh on flesh, of the feeling of his cock deep
in the warmth of her pussy.

"Poke it into me. Do it!" she hissed, moaning lightly as Franklin gave in to
his passion, pistoning repeatedly into her cunt, feeling the flesh cling to
him on the out-stroke, before the desire for pleasure forced him to thrust
back in.

Malice allowed her hips to push back, focusing in her mind, allowing her
instincts to form the subtle force fields that traversed the length of her
cunt, fuelling more ecstasy in the meat of her lover, her young son gasping
in rapture as ripples of pleasure washed out from the tip of his prick,
forcing him to thrust harder into the warm, wet flesh.

Franklin felt his mother wrap her long legs around his rump, her arms
following suit around his neck, forcing him ever deeper into her soft,
inviting being. He was a long way short of being a skilled lover, but that
did not matter to Malice - her own evil mind more than made up the shortfall
in her son's technique - just the fact that another taboo had been rent
asunder was enough to turn her on. That, coupled with the sheer thrill of
feeling absolute control over her subject, knowing that her power was enough
to kill or to endow incredible pleasures. Just that knowledge was enough for
her to climb the steep hill to orgasm, moaning and gasping as she felt
herself penetrated.

Franklin's thrusts had started out as short, nervous pokes into his mother,
but now he felt more confidence, easing deeply into her with long, delicious
strokes, appreciating the sounds his lover made as he paced himself, forcing
himself to keep his climax at bay, wishing only to give pleasure as well as
receive it.

Malice put an end to any kind of control that he felt, however, simply
accentuating his sensations by slowly grinding her hips, rotating them as he
surged into her, exponentially increasing the friction and thus the ecstasy.
She knew that he would not be able to cope and smiled broadly as the long
strokes became one simple, desperate lunge deep into the heart of her weeping
cunt. Franklin growled loudly as he felt the sap rise from his balls,
squirting out violently, deeply, into his mother's pussy.

"God yes! YES!" he screamed, the orgasm prolonged as Malice's force fields
sunk into his prick, regaining control of the spastic muscles, slowing the
ejaculatory response... another trick she congratulated herself on learning,
watching as her boy lost all reason and descended into the pleasure she gave
him.

When it was finally over, Franklin managed to pull himself out of her, rolling
over and slumping onto the bed, a warm glow suffusing his body as the calm,
relaxing endorphins rushed through his bloodstream.

The only son of Susan Richards was a convert to the cause now. That had been
inevitable, it was so clear now. Malice had become an adept at love-making,
relishing her role as the Black Queen - a role that I had given her. I should
have felt some kind of pleasure at the thought of another aspect of the
agenda proceeding exactly to plan, but inside I experienced only a deep sense
of emptiness. It had pleased me to see her perform so well and I admit I did
feel a great degree of curiosity as to how she would fuck me were I to desire
it.

I should have felt some degree of triumph, but it was not to be. Perhaps were
I to witness Jean and Madelyne working together I would be more...
stimulated. But first things first. Nate Grey had to taste a small portion of
what we had to offer... and my sister is frankly delicious.







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