<HTML><PRE>Subject: Submission Agenda 7-8 (X-Men, MF, FF, nc, mc, inc) *Reformated* From: pegasus777@hotmail.com Date: Sun, Jun 14, 1998 16:28 EDT Message-id: <12163eli$9806141627@qz.little-neck.ny.us> This is Submission Agenda, featuring the characters of Marvel Comics, non-consential and consential sex, oral, anal, mind control, some bondage, elements of transformation and an amount of incest too. The story is an ongoing one, so feel free to send any comments and suggestions to pegasus777@hotmail.com Chapter Seven: The Death of Jean Grey Two days had passed since Jean Grey had touched my mind and revealed the incredible truth to me. In that time I had remained in my private sanctum, meditating, planning, fantasising… masturbating. From my psychic rapport with Stephanie I had a dim awareness that she had left the Towers, probably eager to seek out fresh meat to enjoy, to re-impose her sexual superiority over men and women. I suspected that this time, women were singled out for her pleasure, but it mattered little to me. For two days I had felt near uncontrollable lust for Jean, an urge to be inside of her, cumming continuously, moulding her, shaping her. Making her my perfect consort. I knew that inside of her was a being of immense sexual potential; despite only being with her for less than an hour she had already taught me so much. And I had no doubts as to why Jean kept this aspect of her personality deep within herself. It was evil, sheer evil that expressed itself through her unleashed sexuality. Truly she was my match, my complement. Together we would be unstoppable. I spent many hours contemplating how to best manipulate her evil, how to enhance her powers so as to augment my own. But always I knew that simply fucking her cunt would not bring about the transformation I wanted. The darker Jean was right; to truly make her mine I would have to effectively murder that part of her mind which currently enjoyed control. I learned to harness the lust-madness that consumed my mind. I used it to come up with 10,000 different ways to humiliate and dehumanise Jean Grey. I smiled and laughed as the insanity grew, as the plans for her debasement became ever more elaborate. Finally I knew how to shatter her. I summoned the White Queen who arrived looking hornier than I’d ever seen her. She needed cum badly but I was not the man to give it to her. "Have the Phoenix prepared," I ordered and slowly she turned away, shoulders slumped as the realisation that she would get my sex hit her. "Wait!" I barked. Instantly she turned around. "How have you felt without me, my Emma?" "I am… incomplete. Were it not for your order to telepathically take Psylocke I think I would have died." She was not joking. The White Queen had grown accustomed to taking load after load of my orgasm. I would have to address this problem - the more of these bitches I enjoyed, the more I would have to service. Each has their own charms, but even I won’t be able to keep them all happy. "How have you entertained Ms Braddock?" I enquired, eager to know what horrors Emma had inflicted on her. She sat down before me, looking more than succulent in her white negligee. "I gave her our first sexual encounter. I had her drugged, tit-fucked and face-fucked until your cum ran out her nose. I made her submit the way you made me submit." She then moaned as the reminiscences flooded her mind. "She will be your whore now with no questions asked. She will give herself to you. She will beg for you." "You enjoyed it," I stated. "You desire her." "Yessss…." She murmured, stroking herself. "But I need you. I need your cum. Please… please!" She was shaking now, the need deeper than ever. I had not seen naked greed for sex like this since the day Stephanie came to me, begging me to repeat the rape of her ripe young cunt. I ignored her. "Have you prepared Phoenix?" She nodded, then turned to me and continued her begging. She made herself look fucking alluring - the swell of her tits through her tight lingerie, the clear exposure of her weeping pussy, the circling of her tongue around her pouting lips. I had never seen a woman more desperate for my cum. But she would have to wait. I felt the surge just then, the need for sexual completion with my chosen consort. I rode the wave of it, my mind never clearer. I strode purposefully towards the chamber that contained my Phoenix, the White Queen following behind me. She would be a required element of my mental and physical rape of Jean Grey and she shadowed me eagerly, desperate for some kind of sexual release, anything to dull the edge of her lust for my semen. Emma had prepared her well. Jean lay spread-eagled on the bed, clad only in black, lacy lingerie, which accentuated her curves, presented her breasts and provided sweet teasing by barely covering the pussy I would be driving myself into in due course. The cock throb I felt became even more pronounced, another feeling I had not experienced since the day two years ago when I had first discovered my terrible capabilities. "Hello Jean." "You… you… let me out of here!" her voice was desperate, demanding, tinged with the terror that she knew was coming. Up against a fully aware Jean Grey I am sure she would be able to resist the coming torture, but in her current state she was more… pliable. "All your life you’ve struggled to hold back her darker aspect. You fear me because I’ve exposed it. You know how powerful it is, what it will do to you. It expresses itself through your sex." "You don’t know anything!" "That’s why poor Cyclops never got the best out of his beautiful wife. You were scared of letting your perversions run riot. Tonight we shall explore them together. I shall let your dark side take over." "You don’t know what you’re doing… don’t do it!" "If it wasn’t for you Jean I wouldn’t be able to. But you taught me that I have the power to do absolutely anything I want to any woman I please," I felt my cock pulse and the delicious sensation of pre-cum oozing from my glans. I uncovered each of her delectable mounds as she whimpered in fear below me. I scooped up tiny droplets of my juice and allowed it to drop onto each of her beautiful tits, catching her square on her nipples. With each contact she gasped, her hips bucking. "Feel it, Jean. Feel the lust for me. Know that the sensations increase as you resist me." "No! Arghhh!" I heard her genuine pain and grew more aroused. Glancing down at my cock, I noted with admiration that it was more swollen then ever before, the head a deep purple, clear viscous fluid running down the side. "Only your love for the X-Men and your husband stops you from giving yourself to me, Jean. But ironically it’s what’s going to make you my consort." "Never!" she hissed. "It’s what will defeat you!" Defiant little bitch. "Come now Jean. Let’s face facts: you’re here, powerless. The White Queen is my slave. Poor Psylocke has been mentally raped night after night… and now she begs for physical fulfilment. You telepaths are the only competition I would have in breaking you all… but you’re all mine!" "We… will… beat… you!" I leaned close to her, allowing her to sense my musk, the smell she would be bonding to once her mind was broken. "Fucking Rogue will be simplicity, you know that. So who does that leave? Jubilee? She isn’t too young for me, you know. I love fucking virgin pussy!" "You… fucking pervert!" "Come on Jean, admit it, it’s only your hang-ups that stop you having Storm yourself! She’d never turn you down, you know it. And Psylocke would fuck anything that moved… wouldn’t she love to dominate you, make you cum as she ground her cunt into your face… anything to make up for the fact that Scott chose you and not her." Jean is shaking her head, trying to block out the images in my mind, which Emma covertly transfers into her. The imagery, combined with the maddening sexual itch on her nipples, is starting to unhinge her mind. I take more of the leaking precum from my cock, and leave a trail under her nose. The physical expression of my unfulfilled lust burns into her mind and she screams. But she’s still hanging on. "How does it feel to have all the X-Men lusting after you, Jean? Storm wants it, Rogue could if she would and little Jubilee would love to explore the body she desires to grow up into." "You… you don’t… don’t know anything about us!" She’s losing coherence now, and her body is a blur of bucking and convulsions next to me. "We’re not like that!" I am a man possessed, a man whose cock yearns for cunt in the most primal way. It takes every effort of willpower to stop myself ripping off her panties and burying myself in her. More precum leaks down my cock and I collect a small part of it, pulling her underwear down a tad and dripping it into her tangle of red pubic hair. The sensation causes her to continually shout the word "NO", as it travels down and coats the exposed clitoris. I own her body now. "Your team mates just want to fuck you Jean, you know it and so do I… Wolverine would get inside you in a second if you’d let him. I’m sure you’ve felt Gambit’s desire for you. Why don’t you let them both have you, my Phoenix, one in the mouth and one in the cunt." "NO!" "Even Xavier wants to coat the inside your pussy with his cum, Jean. Tell me it isn’t true!" "I… I… No… I… NO!" "You’re so strait-laced, my Phoenix, but I’m going to be the first man ever to take you to the heights of sexual release… you’ve never let yourself cum when Cyclops fucked you, have you? Why didn’t you let him go down on you? Why did you never take his cock into your mouth? Why did he have to go elsewhere to seek sexual fulfilment?" This was the key. I moved my hand into her panties, slipping two fingers easily into her cunt. I rubbed frantically, circling her prominent clit with my thumb. "He… would… never!" Emma moved forward and intensified the link between the three of us and I poured Stephanie’s seduction experience into my Phoenix’s mind. The flash of cleavage… the intoxicating smell.. the ‘fuck me’ look… the opening door… the brutal intrusion… the flush of climax… the oral sex… the… pain! "YOU KILLED HIM!" she screamed between sobs of sorrow, the resistance crumbling, the rise of her climax biting into her mind, despite the realisation that Cyclops was now dead. Her mind numbed before me and I could feel Jean Grey die beneath me as her body grew taut beneath my masturbation. All at once, I heard a cry of sexual ecstasy escape her lips and my hand was flooded as she came hard, the first time ever that a man had done this to her. I ripped off the bra and panties and Emma untied her. Never before had I felt a sense of impending… completion. The Phoenix was dead and with my sex, she would arise from the ashes in a new image, taking her place as my true consort. The torture was finally reaching an end as my neglected cock snaked up between her thighs, drooling liquid lust on her skin as it sought its most cherished destination. As I pushed inside her, I felt the oozing precum become thicker and creamier and realised that my cock’s capability for climax had returned. The Phoenix was my canvas and through orgasm I would create a work of art… a work of sexual evil. Chapter Eight: Transformation Cum travelled leisurely through the root of my cock and lazily pooled in Phoenix’s inner lips, a testament to the delicious friction as I pulled out of her cunt, my tool coated in the thickest, most luxuriant juices I’ve ever coaxed out of a woman. She sighed beneath me, her legs still wrapped around me, her body unable to fully release me from the sexual embrace. I still lay on top of her, my chest mashed against her voluminous tits, her nipples still thrilling me as her smooth movements rubbed them through my sparse hair. My eyes were locked on hers, I couldn’t escape their searching intelligence, coupled with the lidded look of post-orgasmic contentment. She smiled at me, knowing that we were now one, realising that her life would never be the same again, understanding that she had been given power beyond the comprehension of the old Jean Grey. My Dark Phoenix had changed beneath my thrusts, both physically and mentally. I remembered the delicious sensations of her already tight cunt taking shape around my cock as I fucked deeper into her, knowing that my lust for her was physically changing her to further enhance our sexual compatibility. When I came hard within the tight confines of her exceptional cleavage, I felt her breasts rise and tighten, before expanding slightly to further conform to my vision of sexual perfection - her nipples grew larger and I felt a lance of concentrated lust course through my body again as tiny droplets of milk gathered on each magnificent crown. When she took my cum and rubbed it into her face, I could visibly see the tiny ravages of time erased from her features and as I smeared my drooling cock on her lips, I detected a slightly more pronounced pout take shape before my eyes, before she engulfed me, tasting and teasing me. No matter how much jism erupted from my dick, there was always more to come, and what orgasms I had felt were as nothing to the final, true, climax we shared as our bodies locked together, our thrusting perfectly co-ordinated, her perfect snatch milking me from within. When I felt the orgasm begin I gave her everything I had - I felt my powers replicate in her mind and body as she hit her own sexual heights, her back arched beneath me, her head thrown back, her tits thrust into my face. I bit down hard on her nipples as her cunt flushed its juices over my prick and her breasts surrendered their precious load to my sucking mouth. I turned over and laid on my back, pulling her with me, that magnificent mane of red hair on my chest, those incredible tits flush with my cock, one of her nipples teasing the underside of my scrotum. "You actually did it," she breathed huskily. "You drove out Jean Grey from her own mind." "I couldn’t have done it without the information you gave me, lover," I replied as I caressed her scalp and toyed with her hair. She laughed quietly, but it was a new, sinister-sounding chuckle that turned me on immensely. "We’re going to do it together," she whispered. "We’ll make them all our slaves… the X-Men, the Avengers… we’ll take them all of them. I can feel your powers within me… you realised that only by sharing everything with me would I become the consort you so desire." "How do you feel?" I enquired, curious as to how pronounced her mental transformation had become. She looked up into my eyes, "Insatiable…unstoppable… I feel dirty… evil…" My cock jerked beneath her and I instantly felt one of her soft hands begin a wonderful masturbation technique that made me gasp in surprise. Hands had never felt so good as they did when the second joined forces with the first, so soft yet so purposeful. I shut my eyes and let the sensations flow through me. "I don’t think you truly know the full extent of the changes you’ve put me through," she purred, moving down, each breast teasing one of my thighs. "Let me show you, boyfriend." Looking down I saw her elbows either side of my hips, her forearms a pyramid around my cock. I heavily spurted straight into her mouth as I saw her head descend upon my pole, taking me deeply and near completely in a single motion. The feeling was indescribably good as I felt her circle and bob her warm wetness around my cock, the icing on the cake coming from an incredible humming that issued from her throat. Her throat, god! She took me even deeper, right down into her clenching windpipe, perfectly regulating the gag reflex to bring me immeasurable pleasure. But there was something else too. Her breasts leaked milk profusely over my thighs, the warm fluids sensitising the area to a new degree, and I noticed her hips desperately seeking friction. Regardless of the frustration she felt from not finding it, I knew her climax was approaching. How? The answer hit me as my cock passed the point of no return - huge globs of cum blasted into her mouth and I roared my pleasure at the stunning sensations passing through my cock and balls as they were expertly drained. Then I saw the grip of orgasm take my Dark Phoenix and as she feasted on the dregs of my orgasm, she opened her mouth slightly to the most incredible sight I’d ever seen. Copious jets of what looked like thick saliva spurted from the sides of those perfect lips, mixed in with my own sperm, pooling over my cock. I realised that I had given my consort the ability to orgasm orally, with a tangible release, and despite the disturbing effect, I found it a huge turn on. She pulled herself up, sensitising my chest with her perfect globes as she rubbed them against me on her way up, then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, allowing me to taste her new ejaculate. As I savoured and drank in the taste, her words echoed through my mind. *I don’t think you truly know the full extent of the changes you’ve put me through…* -----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==----- http://www.dejanews.com/ Now offering spam-free web-based newsreading -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html> </PRE></HTML>