<HTML><PRE>Subject: Submission Agenda 1-2 (X-Men, MF, FF, nc, mc, inc) *Reformated*
From: pegasus777@hotmail.com
Date: Sun, Jun 14, 1998 16:27 EDT
Message-id: <12160eli$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



SUBMISSION AGENDA


Chapter One: The Taking of the White Queen

The abduction of Emma Frost had been very straightforward. She always took
the limousine to the airport and always drank champagne en route. I remember
congratulating myself for exploiting her decadence as I watched the drug take
effect, her lids becoming heavy as her head slumped forward. Perhaps the
dosage had been too heavy - I doubt she even realised that she had been
drugged before going under. But this was the first time I had attempted
anything so audacious. I had to be 100% sure.

Once unconscious, it had been a simple matter to slip into her mind and "power
down" the White Queen’s telepathic capabilities, formidable as they are. I am
not a natural telepath, my own mutant capabilities extending in more…
interesting directions… but I have no problem with disabling the powers of my
prey.

My private jet was in the air within the hour, and I did not waste any time
in getting to work. The White Queen was wearing a smart business power suit
(white of course), replete with short skirt and cleavage-revealing blouse.
Part of my decision to take her first was the overt sexuality she displayed.
Emma Frost is a beautiful woman, refined, elegant, and possessed of a special
poise that sets her apart from other women. That intrigued me. It gave me an
even more intense desire to have her, to addict her, to use her just as she
had to so many men before.

I removed her jacket and tossed it aside, laying her prone form down on the
bed, securing her limbs tightly to the corners of the bed and then
blindfolding her. The drug would wear off completely within a quarter of an
hour, and whilst she began to stir I took time to appreciate the perfect
curves of her body, the outstanding musculature of her legs, the rise and
fall of her breasts, the pout of her lips. My heart beat faster as the sexual
need gripped me. I felt that triumphant feeling of blood slowly filling my
cock, the slight thrill as my testicles upped their sperm production
dramatically.

"Wh…where am I?" Emma stuttered, finally becoming fully aware, straining
against her bonds, her head moving from side to side in a futile effort to
escape the blindfold.

I started to disrobe, removing my shirt, trousers and underwear, my eyes
locked on my prisoner, my dick growing ever harder.

"Who are you?" she started, for the first time aware that she was not alone.

I am a mutant and my powers are sexually based. My arousal for Frost was
causing me to excrete powerful pheromones which I knew would begin to affect
her in minutes.

I leaned down and whispered into her ear, "I am your lover and master, Emma.
Your body is to be my plaything, your mind my possession. In return for your
submission I give you rapture beyond your comprehension."

She started to shiver as I leaned over and placed the flat of my tongue on
her cheek, licking her sloppily, leaving my saliva on my cheek. A tad obvious
maybe, but the chemical element of my powers is its true strength. That
contact had the desired effect on my new acquisition as I noticed a reddening
of her cheeks and a slight buck of her tight hips.

"No… please… don’t do this."

I smiled to myself. I had expected taking a super hero to be so much more…
challenging. I had expected a great test in defiling her but she was easy,
already corrupt before I had even laid a hand on her. This was proving to be
as simple as the day I had first taken my twin sister, the memory of which
sent a shard of lust through my cock. Looking down I saw a welcome glob of
precum oozing from my glans. As a true test of the White Queen’s submission I
moved my cock under her nose, then wiped the clear fluid on her gorgeous
lips. To my great satisfaction her tongue came out to sample the gift,
further enslaving her to my sex. She moaned at the taste and her tongue
returned for more. I toyed with the idea of giving her my cock then, but
decided against it, my gaze caught up in her generous cleavage, accentuated
by the white, lacy push-up bra she wore.

I unbuttoned her blouse, removed the straps of the bra and pushed it down,
revealing her flesh to my eyes. My heart beat faster as I exposed her puffy
nipples and I could feel my balls churn with excess cum. A huge increase in
the production of semen is one of the side-effects of my powers so I decided
to get straight to it, straddling her stomach and pressing my hard cock in
between her tits. Resting my thumbs on her nipples I pressed her breasts
together and massaged them as I thrust into her valley.  Sometimes I enjoy
holding back the cum before ejaculating load after load on my prey, but as
Emma responded to my tit-fucking under me, I decided to reward her submission
by letting the sperm ooze out from my dick as I thrust into her cleavage.

I knew that as the cum seeped into her skin, so the sensitivity of her nerve
endings would increase, and  continuing this fucking for a few moments longer
would allow her to orgasm. I roughly squeezed her tits, pinching her
cum-soaked nipples and her back arched beneath me and she screamed in ecstasy
as the waves of her climax hit her, her brain now addicted to the man who had
caused it. Knowing she was mine, I moved my cock to her face and grunted in
release as I poured gob after gob of cream into her mouth and onto her
cheeks. Then my dick was in her mouth, her expert tongue cleaning off the
excess jism, bathing it in her saliva.

The White Queen had been enslaved to my cock and I hadn’t even touched her
cunt. I unbound her and removed her blindfold. My cum-covered slave looked at
me in amazement as she took in my average looks and frame. "My god… you’re a
kid. How old are you?"

"I’m sixteen, Emma, and from now on I demand the respect I deserve from you. I
am your master."

To emphasis the point, I scooped up some of my jism from my drooling cock on
my fingers and presented it to her mouth. She sucked hungrily, her eyes
closing in pleasure as she did so.

"Why… why me… master?"

Ah. The big question. She was mine now. The truth wouldn’t hurt. "Why? It’s
very simple, Emma. I desire a challenge. Since age fourteen I have fucked who
I want, whoever I desire. I started in my home town by fucking the prom
queen. After that I soon realised that the sky was the limit. I made
supermodels beg for my cum. But it was too easy, there was no danger. So I
have decided to bring down you super-powered types… if I can best you, there
will be nobody to oppose me."

Emma shivered next to me, part revolted, part aroused by my design. "But you
could have taken any one…"

I smiled. This was true. "I wanted a telepath… and you were the most
convenient choice. You cannot believe the scale of my plans, slave."

My cock had remained hard since I had last orgasmed and I could again feel the
sperm eager to burst free. Glancing down I noticed my swollen scrotum.

"Blow me."

There was a moment in conflict in my slave’s mind before Emma moved down to
my cock. She started by kissing the glans sloppily, rubbing her tongue over
the slit. I gave in to the lust and  thrust into her warm, wet oral cavity.
She delivered excellent suction, her tongue seemingly everywhere, dancing
elegantly over the tip, caressing the underneath of the shaft. I had clearly
chosen well and found difficulty restraining myself. I could feel Emma
chuckling softly as she blew me, and I realised that she perhaps thought she
was winning points over me.

My cock still firmly lodged between her lips, I pinned her down on the bed,
placing my hands under her jaw so she could not open her mouth. She struggled
to gain air by breathing through her nose, so I stepped up my face-fucking,
easing my penis into her throat as I felt her shake beneath me, her gag
reflex providing the most exciting oral pleasure I had ever felt.

I lost it and came hard. Keeping her jaw shut, I pulled my cock back into her
mouth forcing her to take it the hard way. She swallowed valiantly, but
against my stores of jism, she was fighting a losing battle. I drank in the
desperate fear on her face as I kept cumming, until I got my reward as I saw
twin streams of my cream burst out of her nostrils. Only then did I loosen
the grip on her face and allow her to breath. I noticed with great joy that
even as she gasped for air, her tongue sought out the excess sperm running
down her face, eager to sate her insatiable lust for my cum.

I looked down at my prize. From being a smartly dressed alpha class mutant,
Emma Frost, the powerful White Queen was now my whore. She still wore her bra
(albeit drenched in my ejaculate) and my interest in her body was again
piqued when I noticed that I had not even touched her pussy - she still wore
her panties, mini-skirt and stockings.

Emma noticed me appreciating her body. "Do you want the rest of it, master?
If you think my head’s good, you won’t believe how exceptional fucking me
is," she purred.

I looked her over and pointed to the bathroom. "Clean yourself up. Have a
shower. Lose the bra, but put everything else back on."

My eyes were locked onto the swaying of her ass as she did my bidding.
Reaching the door, she turned around and said, "Just one thing… I take it
your powers don’t work on men. Are just going to fuck us all with no
interruptions?"

The stupid whore. "Do as I say."

Quickly she hurried into the bathroom.

Of course, my Emma had a good point. With all my research I knew I couldn’t
just walk into Xavier’s mansion and take the female X-Men without some
resistance. And she was right in that my powers had no effect on men. I
cleared my mind of all this nonsense and re-established my psychic rapport
with my sister, a couple of thousand miles east in New York City.

*Miles… I hear you*

*Give yourself to me, Stephanie*

I feel her joy as I thrust into her mind, burrowing myself into her short term
memory, experiencing what she had just done.



Chapter Two: The Elimination of Cyclops

My sister was born ten minutes after me. Genetically we are near identical,
being twins. Perhaps it was our upbringing, but despite our closeness there
has always been a difference over and above our gender. In theory we should
have discovered our mutant powers together near-simultaneously, but this did
not occur. Stephanie was my first victim - the recipient of my first
excursion into the exercise of my mutant powers. It was a clumsy fuck fuelled
by what must have been a year’s near-constant teasing. I watched Stephanie
develop into the one of the most stunning redheads I’ve ever seen, with the
most perfect body I have fucked. She is tall, around five foot ten, and has
incredibly sculpted legs, a fine flat stomach and very large breasts - scoops
of flesh which together are wider than her back. I only realised my power
after raping her when she begged me for more hours later.

Genetically speaking, she should have been immune to my power, but it was not
the case - maybe just because her powers hadn’t manifested themselves yet.
When they did, they were shaped around her transformed psyche, almost
becoming a female extension of my own abilities. I allowed her to exercise
her powers, to give her that superiority over normal men, but made sure that
she only found true sexual fulfilment in my arms.

In theory she is more powerful than me - her mutant capabilities can render
any man her slave, and even any woman. Maybe I could do the same to men but
obviously I am not interested. Perhaps the impression of my own fuck-lusts on
her mind has removed this limitation.

Regardless, she is instrumental to the success of my plan.

Through our psychic rapport I can see that so far, my scheme is working out
just as I intended. I bury myself in her memories as I recline on the bed in
the plane, experiencing hours of Stephanie’s life in minutes as our contact
grows.

Scott Summers is waiting in a high class New York eatery for his wife, Jean
Grey. He is strumming his fingers on the table, toying impatiently with a
glass of water. Clearly he has been waiting a long time. It’s 45 minutes
specifically. We have arranged for Jean to be… otherwise occupied… at this
time, pitting her wits against a cadre of super villains we have arranged to
free during transit to The Vault. As Phoenix, Jean Grey is very dangerous.
Not only will this exercise enable us to eliminate Cyclops, it will also wear
down his wife’s resistance to my power later on.

Stephanie has dressed to kill. Her hair is perfectly arranged, her perfume is
vivacious and arousing… and her clothes near obscene. She wears a very tight,
cleavage revealing peach blouse, black mini-skirt, slutty high heels and
matching stockings. She has no bra on and it is very obvious to all who give
her more than a cursory glance as her nipples are blatantly displayed,
pressed against the thin material of the blouse. She looks like a whore, a
redhead who wants it badly.

The introduction is obvious, perhaps even to the X-Man. Apparently caught up
in her thoughts, she walks along until she hits the edge of Summers’ table,
voicing her pain and dropping her handbag. Summers looks up into sexual
heaven as he sees my sister bend over to retrieve her bag.  Her spectacular
breasts greet him head on, accompanied by her scent and her pheromones.
Another reason my sister is more powerful than I concerns the male sexual
imperative. Despite his love for Jean, Cyclops has the same innate need as
any man to impregnate any suitable and available women. Up against Stephanie
he stands little chance.

In the wake of Stephanie’s charm and mutant powers, Cyclops’ devotion to Jean
disintegrates quickly. She is perhaps the physical match of Jean in terms of
beauty, but she’s a slut, a whore, easily taken. She’s also a good decade
younger - a minor - making it even more of a must to fuck her. When their
eyes meet, Stephanie lets him know her availability with one look alone. My
sister can feel his sexual frustrations, Jean’s cautious love-making
technique, his male need to sexually dominate cruelly curtailed because of
his love and respect for his wife.  Inwardly she laughs at the powerful X-Men
leader, knowing full well the fate that awaits him and his beautiful,
reserved bride. Stephanie knows that physical contact seals the promise of
sex. As they part ways, her handshake is almost a caress, her eyes heavily
lidded. She leaves the restaurant confident that Scott will follow. She has
imprinted herself on him, his need for her will increase exponentially until
he is either driven mad or in her cunt, spewing his seed into her.

It’s a five minute walk to the Ritz-Carlton hotel, a further two minutes
until she’s in her room and another four before the inevitable knock on her
door. She congratulates Cyclops on his restraint - she half-expected him to
rush after her and rape her in the lift moments earlier, but knows that the
wait has only made him even more horny. She opens the door, after unbuttoning
the top of her blouse and removing her panties. I can feel her heart speeding
up, pumping out the same levels of lust-inducing pheromones that I used to
tame the White Queen. At the same time, she uses her powers to slip into
Cyclops’ mind, removing the threat of his optic blasts in the same way that I
disarmed my Emma. I count five seconds before Stephanie is on the bed and
Scott is unzipping his pants.

He only manages to say "Stephanie… I" before he plunges his lust-engorged
cock into her pussy. As he fucks her, he rips open Stephanie’s blouse and
buries his face in her bosom, sucking on her nipples and  prematurely
reaching orgasm when he feels a jet of warm milk shoot into his mouth. She is
the ultimate sexual creature, the lactation every man’s fantasy. It pushes
him over the edge and is the last chemical piece in his enslavement.

Stephanie allows the ravishment to take place and appreciates Scott’s
subsequent efforts to give her release as his head snakes down to the junction
between her thighs. His tongue is skilled, quickly seeking out her erect
clitoris and teasing it, before dipping deeply into her snatch, regardless of
the presence of his cream inside her.

She moans at his ministrations, giving herself to the feelings emanating from
her vagina, letting her juices flow across his tongue, using them to rebuild
his lust to new levels. Stephanie has a level of vaginal control I have never
witnessed in any woman before, and when she desires it, her orgasms can be
very wet indeed. She screams as she reaches climax and almost floods Scott
with her cum. I almost envy Summers when she reaches down to return the
compliment.

Stephanie is at one with her prey. She is exciting Scott in ways his wife
cannot possibly conceive as she buries his erect cock in her mouth. She
immerses herself in his desire, being everywhere he wants her to be, but at
the same time teasing him, keeping him well away from orgasm until she is
ready - her punishment for the premature release of their first - and last -
fuck.

She looks Scott in the eye as she blows him, moving up to trap his cock in her
mammoth cleavage. Her hands encircle his penis, trapping specific nerves,
containing his thrusts as he urges his cum to shoot over her face and tits.

Stephanie smiles up at her prey as his ineffectual attempts to climax
continue. "What’s the matter, lover? Can’t cum?" Cyclops only answers with
moans and grunts. "You can do better than that. Tell me you want me. Tell me
you want me to fuck your wife."

"Yesss…." Cyclops shouts. "I need  you… fuck me… let me cum… please!"

Stephanie heightens the friction between her breasts and Cyclops’ rock hard
cock, but tightens her fingers on the nerve centres. The pre-climax ecstasy
becomes painful for Scott.

"Let me fuck your wife, Scott."

"She… wouldn’t…"

Scott’s further words were cut off by a pain-pleasure feeling he’d never
experienced before. Stephanie knew that the pressure on his blood vessels was
now way in the danger zone. His body needed to cum, but couldn’t. She sighed,
"Wrong answer, lover?" and lent over to flick her tongue over the beet-root
coloured tip of Cyclops’ dick, still trapped between her gorgeous mammaries.

Cyclops’ moans gave way to consistent screams as the pressure became too much
and Stephanie snakes her free hand to his scrotum, squeezing another nerve
group behind his testes which produces an inhuman roar from the X-Men leader
before causing him to collapse on the ground, drool escaping his mouth.
Cyclops’ broken mind withdraws into coma, as cum impotently dribbles from his
still-hard penis.

She looked down at her victim. "I’m gonna fuck Jean with or without your help,
Summers."

Shaking her head and sighing, she dresses and left the hotel room, smiling as
she places the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door handle.

I withdraw from Stephanie’s memory and after we agree on our plan to add the
mighty Phoenix to our ranks, I return to the reality on-board my jet, just as
my Emma emerges from the bathroom, her body groomed and ready to satisfy my
most perverse sexual needs. I am fired up after experiencing my sister’s
fuck-lust and glancing at the clock I surmise that I have a couple of hours
to take it all out on my new toy.

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