Storm undid the wrapping paper on the small gift box that she held in her hands. There was a strong sense of anticipation and the tall, African beauty wasted no time in opening the top of the box. Instantly and without warning, a cloud of chalky powder exploded from inside the box and covered the mutant woman's face, causing her to drop the box on the floor and stagger back in complete shock. She brought her hands up and immediately tried to wipe the powdery substance off, but it was too late.
Only a moment after starting, Ororo Monroe stopped trying to clean her face of the foreign substance, her motions paused as if she were frozen in place. However, she then slowly lowered her arms to her side and the formerly strong-willed woman stood perfectly still in the center of her room like a mindless mannequin waiting to be posed.
It was then that a pleasant, serene piece of music began to play from the fallen gift box on the floor. Immediately, Storm bent down to pick the box up. There was no questioning of why she had suddenly stopped in her efforts to clear the powder still staining her face. There was only the desire to listen to the melodic tune and to hear it as clearly as possible, and so she stood again holding the box in her hands and let every note sink in. The music was just so beautiful and it drew the female mutant in, messaging her once troubled mind. It was almost like it spoke to her, even though there was no music. She closed her eyes and let her head roll back and forth in time with sweet, soothing beats. Her full lips curled into a tranquil smile. Finally, the music stopped and Ororo's beautiful blue eyes opened once more, now lidded and sleepy looking.
She walked over to her computer and instantly logged onto the Internet. Ororo sat in her chair with perfect posture, her unblinking eyes staring straight ahead, the same pleasant smile on her powder-stained face as before. She went directly to the BLISS Pleasure Cruise website to confirm her reservation on the upcoming cruise, which was heading out of port in two days. She entered in all of her information and pressed confirm. The second she did that the screen changed from the harmless looking cruise website to what seemed like a screen-saver of some sort. There were bright colors that continuously changed their hue ad tint. Swirling lines slid their way across the screen, and there were even images in the background but they were so blurry that Ororo could barely make them out. The music from earlier had also returned to coincide with the strange screen-saver program now running on Storm's computer. All of it was incredibly stimulating to the African beauty, that she never noticed how wet she was getting. A large moist stain had formed at the crotch of her pants and her nipples were rock-hard, pointing straight ahead at the computer monitor before her.
The powerful, weather-controlling mutant was helpless as her body trembled in pure, unadulterated pleasure at what was happening to her. The entire screen pulsed more and more and the music reached its beautiful crescendo and without warning, Ororo's back arched in her seat and she threw her head back as a silent yet incredibly powerful orgasm rippled through her entire body. The screen then went completely black as Storm still felt wonderful vibrations passing throughout her, as she again went limp and her head slumped forward.
After a few minutes, life returned to Storm's worn-out form. Dozily, she lifted her head, blinking a few times to try and wake herself up before looking around the room in confusion. She noticed that her computer was shut off and tried to turn it back on again, but it was no use. It was broken, simple as that. This probably should have bothered Ororo, but her attention was instead drawn to the small gift box sitting on her desk. A pleasant, familiar tingle began to form in the space between her legs as she focused on the delicate item, before slowly spreading throughout her entire body. There was something about that box that just made her feel so good. More and more realization was returning to her and she realized, to her surprise, how wet she was and, for a moment, the back of her skull burned in embarrassment at this latest development. What had happened? She got up off the chair, still uncomfortable from the soaked and sticky feeling of her panties, and woozy from her impromptu nap. Her memories of the last few minutes were fuzzy to say the least. A small voice in the back of her mind tried to tell the weather witch that she should have been more worried about what had happened to her, but she wasn't listening. Instead, her lidded eyes were focused on the invitation sitting on her bed. Suddenly, everything became clear to her!
"I'm going on a cruise!" Storm exclaimed out loud to the otherwise empty room, a wide, excited smile gracing her features.
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