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  This is the Super Hero Archive. These stories were sent to me by
  friends. I did not write these stories. 

  Many have no author name attached. If you are the author of the
  enclosed work please let me know and I’ll remedy the situation.

  This story, and all the stories in this archive are meant to be
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Jean's Recruitment
By Author Unknown


     Jean had just gotten off work, she had become accustomed to late hours since she
started modeling. She exited the building and walked along the dimly lit sidewalk
that led her to the parking garage that was adjacent to the building.  The impending
rainstorm had made it uncomfortably humid.  The night air was stirring, despite her
weariness. She was anticipating arriving home and crawling into the sanctuary of her
bed.  She'd had a very stressful day and she wanted very badly to strip her
body of it's clothing and just lie in bed.  She needed peace and quiet.
     Through the mist she caught sight of a car parked next to hers. As she drew
closer to the car, she realized it was a limousine.  She knew that it wasn't there
that morning when she came in, and she wondered why it was there now.  She came up
beside the car, apprehensively peering into the dark windows as best she could,
attempting to keep her distance.  There was no response from inside the mysterious
car, so she turned, slid her key into the lock of her own car and opened her door. As
she began her decent into the drivers seat, she heard the opening of the door on the
limo.  She ignored what she felt was the inevitable and hastened to get into her own
car.
     A strong, intimidating voice halted her, "Miss Grey, please, don't get into the
car."  Jean was visibly distraught as she felt the fear shoot throughout her body.
She turned to see two men behind her, both were staring directly into her eyes with a
grip that wouldn't stop.  Trying to muster all of her strength and business sense and
portray the image of confidence wasn't coming easy to Jean.  She was terrified as to
what they wanted with her.  She finally spoke out trying to appear to them that she
had her shit together.  "What do you want?" Here, my purse...my keys, please leave me
alone, just let me go!  Her response was lacking confidence. She knew herself, they
didn't want any of the things she'd offered...they wanted her. She moved abruptly to
run, the man on her right reached and grabbed her arm.  As he guided her back, two
other men stepped out and encircled her.  "Miss Grey, please get into the car, we
have been sent to pick you up and deliver you to your new master, and we will
complete that task despite your unwillingness!". Before another word could be spoken
Jean was forcibly guided to the back of the car.
     There were two men on either side of her and one directly in front of her, all
were sitting silently.  She spoke to the man in front of her, "What is going on?"  He
looked at her, radiating his great power, leaned forward and unbuttoned her blouse
and then turning to the man on her right, he nodded, signaling him. As she watched
the men's non-verbal communication she grew very timid. She was sure that something
disastrous was going to happen. The man on her right took her hand and began fondling
it. She continued her steady gaze straight ahead, making sure not to acknowledge his
actions.  Her blouse was open, exposing her bare breasts, and her nipples were erect
with the chilliness of the car.   The man on her left leaned forward, as if to kiss
her.  She slid down into the cold leather seat trembling horribly. The man on her
right seized both hands and forced them behind her back, she panicked. Just as she
did, the man on her left lunged and forced a scarf deep into her mouth and covered it
with duct tape. In her struggle, the first man bound her hands so tightly, they took
on a sudden blush from the trapped blood. She knew that she was in a hopeless
situation as she thought frantically about who could have sent these men for her.
Jean panicked and tried to scream, but all that left her throat was a muffled moan.
The men looked at her with a great deal of satisfaction.  She knew they had her...and
so did they!
     "Damn she's feisty, I've never seen anything like her," one of them said staring
hungrily at her breasts, "You're the most glorious thing I've ever seen." He came
over to Jean, "We're not going to hurt you, at least not too much, we just want to
play some before we have to hand you over to your new master. She found herself
becoming more relaxed, as the strong man's soft, but powerful voice seemed to calm
her. As she glanced around at the men, she noted that they were all dashing...like
the "dark" men she fantasized about. Jean was attracted to men of this nature, they
seemed to have control, and power. They were forceful yet could be tamed. The man
directly across from her was especially handsome, he had on high, black leather
boots, they excited her as she caught the aroma of the visibly new, stiff leather.
She was becoming more comfortable, and the ropes that held her hands were beginning
to loosen.  She felt herself becoming aroused. She often fantasized about being taken
advantage of.  She never had the nerve to admit, even to herself, that she was quite
submissive. The man seated across from her who seemed to have all of the authority
introduced himself as Scott, the other two men said they were Hank and Bobby. Scott
shifted to her and perched sideways on the edge of the seat, he slid his hand onto
her breasts, her nipples became fully erect with his touch.
      "You're a living doll, my friends and I want to see all of that body, typically
we would order you to remove your clothes, but considering your present position,
I'll bet we're going to have to do it for you, aren't we?" Jean looked on as his
voice seemed to hypnotize her, she was amazed at how easily her fears and inhibitions
slipped away. He slid down to her breasts and covered one of them with his mouth, his
breath was very heavy and hot, Jean felt the heady sensations flow like electricity
through her body, his saliva made her nipple glisten. He then pulled up sharply,
"We're all glad that you could be here with us now, but soon we'll hand you over to
Professor Xavier, and we thought that you might need to go through some initial
preparatory training, welcome Jean, to Slavery 101." She was savoring the feeling of
his saliva coating her nipple when she realized what he had said. "Oh God, what is
all of this about?" She thought to herself. "Submission, slavery, I'm in way over my
head!" He interrupted her thoughts when he told the driver to find someplace to stop
that was secluded so they could have some fun.
      Bobby slid his hand under her skirt and began to slowly trace the lines of her
stockings, her legs were trembling, and her vagina was becoming moist. He ran his
hands up the insides of her thighs, along the strap that held her garters to her
belt, he reached his goal, her cunt, to find it damp with her fluid. "Oh Jean, a wet
cunt, you really are a bad girl, aren't you?" She nodded shyly, she liked how he was
talking to her and how he was gazing into her eyes.  It made her feel like she was
a very, very disobedient girl, and she liked that. Scott reached down and pulled her
skirt up above her waist to put her on display. She closed her eyes as she felt the
heat of their stares. "Bobby, why don't you show her face to face what you've got for
her, I'm sure she's had some experience sucking cocks, at least in the conventional
form...now lets teach her how we like to have ours pumped. I think I'm going to play
down here for awhile." Scott spread her legs wide apart, her soft red hair shimmered
with total delight. Bobby came up to her face and knelt down, she was lying down now
and Scott was rubbing his fingers all around her clit smearing the juices over the
entire area of her pussy. He was rubbing his cock hard through his tight jeans, as he
removed the tape and scarf gag. Jean could see the bulge inside of them as she felt
him press himself against her cheek. "Feel that Baby, I'm gonna take it out so you
can have a taste, I want to see those luscious lips wrapped around it while I teach
you how to lip-fuck a cock."
     Jean was ready for him, she felt his swollen cock through his pants, and she
wanted to lick it from top to bottom. Her experience was limited so she decided to
give in and let Bobby teach her all she would need to know. "What could I do about it
anyway, even if I didn't want to suck him." Jean thought to herself. Scott was
working on her cunt with a vengeance she'd not known before. He was invading her
canal with his fingers and massaging her clit with strong pressure from his thumb. He
had his pants at his knees and was stroking his rod. His eyes were closed as his
pelvis rhythmically moved to meet his hand at the base of his oversized dick. She
knew that she wanted all of them to take advantage of her, to take her to a place of
total pleasure. She wanted to be the little slut she dreamed about, she wanted men
everywhere to want her...and to have her!  Her fears and inhibitions had totally
disappeared. Hank moved in for a closer look as Bobby was taking his cock out, "I'm
going to watch you get it and then I'm going to join in. You're a little slut aren't
you bitch, aren't you a little slut, Jean?" She nodded, with delight, she felt like a
slut. Bobby was pumping his cock deep into her throat and Scott was rubbing his
against her inner thighs while fingering her. She was ready to explode, her juices
were flowing from her cunt as Scott pushed deep into her. He moaned a prehistoric
moan, "You want it bitch, you want it, don't you?. He began to push his hand all the
way inside of her faster and deeper than ever before, she vacillated between the pain
of his actions and her desire for total pleasure. Bobby was forcing himself so deep
into her throat, she could hardly breathe, "Suck it!, Suck it!" Hank bent down and
pinched a nipple, as he watched Jean get it from both ends. He pulled and tugged it
upward so that her breast was visibly extended. Hank began to unzip his pants
revealing a huge cock. He wrapped his hand around it as he began to jack off while
watching the whole scene. Bobby, still fucking her mouth, began pulling out to the
tip of his head and plunging back deep into her throat, she was gagging and
struggling to breathe. Scott withdrew his hand from her as Bobby suddenly pulled out
of her mouth and shot his cum onto her face and into her mouth. Jean let her head
fall back onto the seat, she could begin to feel her throat start to swell and the
pain was intense, she wasn't sure she could take anymore. Her body was screaming for
no more...but her head was still set on orgasm. Her fantasies were, after all,
becoming a reality. After a moment of recovery, Hank pulled her up on her knees,
"We're going to give you a special treat now." He sat down and laid her across his
lap so that her ass was raised in the air. Jean felt his erection grow stronger as
their flesh intersected. Scott entered her and began rigidly pumping harder, her cunt
was creamy, and his heat was relieving her agony. Jean felt her muscles contract and
she knew she was almost ready to cum. She was pulsating against Scott and he was
plunging deeper and deeper, she was moaning and crying out. Just as she was ready to
let her hot cum flow, Scott pulled out and rammed into her ass as hard as he could.
She had never had it in the ass.  She screamed violently just as he shot his load
into her tight hole, he was pumping her forcefully, she was crying and writhing in
pain, but he kept drilling her until he had lost all of his essence deep into her
virgin ass. She contracted her anal muscles as tight as possible as the tears began
to fall. She felt ugly and violated after what they had done to her.
     "Oh yeah baby, you're good, that mouth is beautiful, those lips are the best
fuck I've ever had," Bobby remarked. As he went to sit down, he was looking at her
with a very satisfied look that made her feel as if she were tainted. She burst out,
"Why do you think you can do this to me, especially you Scott, who gave you the right
to do that to me, you're all a bunch of sons of bitches!" The pain she was feeling
was intense. She was still immobile, her hands bound behind her back, and bent over
Hank's lap. Her position was the only thing standing between her and them...she
wanted to rip them apart, just as they had done to her. "You'll pay for this!" She
snarled. Her emotion surprised her, never before had she felt such a rage as this.
"Now, now Jean, don't get all mixed up here", Hank said as he was rubbing her ass,
"Remember who's in charge here." She didn't have time to respond to him as he
promptly shoved the gag and tape back over her mouth. "Now the real fun little girl,
I'm going to punish you."
     With that Hank let out a hard slap on her ass, she struggled violently and
started kicking and screaming through her muffled mouth. She wanted badly to spit in
his face, but she knew there was nothing she could do. He kept slapping her while the
others looked on, she closed her eyes tightly, the anger and embarrassment were
overpowering.  "This isn't it for you, bitch, remember I haven't had my fun yet, this
is only the beginning'." He relentlessly slapped her ass and thighs unmercifully
while she writhed in pain. Her ass was cherry red and blotched when he finished with
her, "Now bitch, get up and lay down on the seat, I'm going to drill that cunt so I
suggest you hold on!" He helped her off his lap and arranged her on her back with her
legs spread wide apart. Bobby and Scott came in closer, they both held her down so
that Hank could give it to her. Her anger was still apparent as she resisted their
hold. She hoped that their "playtime" would be over soon. Hank knelt over her and
pulled down his pants, his cock was at least 9 inches long and 4 - 5 inches around.
The head was swollen and red, he was rigidly hard from spanking her, "This is for
you, slut, I'm going' to push it up into your hole and pump you hard and deep until I
get ready to coat you with a gallon of cum. Your going' to learn a long, hard lesson.
If you cum, we're all going' to take turns bending you over our knees and spanking
you, you just lie back, be good, and don't move a muscle."
     Jean was disgusted with herself when she felt her body involuntarily give into
them again. She was turned on by the way he was talking to her, her anger slipped
away concerning Scott's stunt. Her body began to involuntarily contract as she
watched Hank push his rod against her cunt. She was fearful of what he might do when
he realized she was dry as a bone. "Not wet yet Red, well we'lltake care of that." He
reached behind him and retrieved a tube of KY, he pointed it at her cunt and squeezed
every drop onto her. It was freezing cold and her nipples were instantly erect for
Scott and Bobby to enjoy, they both began to rub and pull at them, as they encouraged
Hank.
     Hank rubbed his rod around in the jelly to coat his head and began stroking her
lips with tip of his cock. She began to rub up against him encouraging him to enter
her, despite his immense size. He pushed his head in and pulled it out for an instant
and then began his descent down into her. As he filled her up, his eyes were
beginning to close, "You're on fire Red, do you want me to go deeper and drill you?"
Jean nodded faintly and arched her back so he could enter her deeper. He pushed,
slowly, into her until she thought he could go no further, he began pumping her, his
body moving rhythmically with hers. Scott and Bobby were watching and playing with
her nipples, "She needs it Hank, push it deeper, push it up her until it gags her,
the little bitch deserves it!" It was exciting to see them watch her get fucked by
Hank. She began to realize what it was like to be a full throttle exhibitionist. She
got hotter and hotter as they were watching her bound body being ravished. Hank
wanted to go deeper and deeper with each thrust. She wasn't sure her tight pussy
could take anymore.
     Jean was groaning with pure ecstasy, the cold of the jelly mixed with the heat
of Hank's rod made sensations rush to the tips of her erect nipples. "C'mon Red, let
me go faster, I want to give it to that hot hole, oh yeah Red spread em' out so I can
give it all to you. I'm going to cum all over you, but just remember what's going to
happen to you if you cum." His voice was shaky as he was pumping fast and vigorously,
she was beginning to cum, but she knew better. She closed her eyes as he continued to
pump her harder than ever. The punishment she was receiving was pure pleasure, she
felt herself release her body to him. For him to have and do with what he pleased. "I
think I'm going to enjoy sexual slavery." She thought to herself.
     Hank started lunging into her harder and harder, he was ready to cum and she
knew it. Scott and Bobby were twisting and pulling her nipples increasing her
stimulation ten-fold. "Here it comes slut, I'm going' to pour it all over you!" Hank
said as his thighs began to contract. Hank let out a loud groan, and pulled his
monstrous cock out of her and pumped and pumped until his semen spurted out all over
her pussy, and belly. She was trying her best to keep from cumming as he squeezed out
all of his juice. Jean was having a very hard time as she felt the explosive energy
build inside of her. He looked at her and grinned, and he fell down hard onto her so
she couldn't move, "Don't let it come out Jean, save it for Professor Xavier, he's
going' to give you plenty of opportunities to relieve yourself." She was curious as
to what exactly, this Professor Xavier had planned for her. She was feeling extremely
weary and couldn't hold her eyes open any longer as she heard Scott tell the driver
to again begin the journey to The Institute.
     Jean passed out from mental and physical exhaustion.

The End?