Remey was paralyzed, Betsy Braddock had an Psionic needle in the base of his spine and another poking his torso sending pain across his body.
“You ungrateful fagot slut!” Betsy berated him, “You spend all your time as a slut and then you panic when we offer you the perfect job! How many men would sell their souls to take your place? The only job you have now is to fuck rich, powerful and beautiful women, what kind of fagot wants to escape that?”
Wanda the Scarlet Witch walked over and started moving his erection with the tip of her finger like she was playing with a joy stick.
“His body seems to like it,” Wanda said.
“Maybe he is nothing but a bisexual pain slut,” Madelyne Pryor said snapping black rubber gloves on.
The girls laughed at the sight of her change of clothes, now she was back in her Goblin Queen teddy, opera gloves and boots, but she now had a large red rubber dildo secured in a harness around her waist. Pixie was holding a whip and Polaris was spinning a steal yard stick in the air.
*
Emma Frost couldn’t grasp what she was watching partly because of the inhibitors that kept her from forming coherent thoughts. But projector displayed the footage from Saint Thomas Church of the wedding of Wilson Fisk and Emma Frost and now was following the motorcade to Fisk Tower for the reception. Emma could only get fragments of thoughts together, fragments like ‘is that what my boob job looks like?’ ‘Fisk can wear a tuxedo,’ or ‘Why invite Lady Gaga?’
“Well hello Mrs Fisk,” Emma heard herself call from the door.
“I hope you liked our Wedding,” Wilson’s smiling face appeared in front of her face, “I spared no expense, just the way you would want it.”
“Speaking of sparing now expense,” the Emma Frost the bride appeared next to Wilson, “I am charging extra for that kiss. I said no tongue!”
“Miss Darkholme,” Wilson said, “we had to play it up for the camera crew you insisted be place right next to you. Now Mrs Fisk, just relax while we attend the reception. Don’t worry I will be back for our wedding night.”
“Latter Emma,” Mystique said in Emma’s voice, “I’ll get him nice and horny for you!”
*
Rogue sat in ball, her hand working her crotch furiously. For the last hour or so she had masturbated while cooing to herself about what a slut she was.
*
Ophelia leaned back in the chair looking down at her slave boy. He had stripped out of the Hydra uniform she had given him and now he kneeled between her legs wearing only the collar and leash. Ophelia had hiked up her skirt and opened the crotch zipper on her latex leggings.
“Good boy,” Ophelia moaned, “Good… good boy…”
She didn’t need to see his crotch to know he was rock hard for her… her programing had convinced him that her pussy juices were the strongest aphrodisiac in the world. He was so much better now that he was her subservient slave pet. That thought alone caused Ophelia to scream out in orgasm. A minute or two later after heavy panting Ophelia smiled at her pet still licking away.
“Logan dear,” Ophelia cooed, “Go put on a condom and bring the lube.”
As an innocent child Ophelia had thought sex disgusting and sinful, since her deal with her eldrichian masters and attending her own Swallow school she had learned all of the karnnal pleasures including anal sex. Logan returned wearing the rubber sock and holding a gallon jug of lube. Ophelia took him by his dick and lead him to her bed. She mounted the bed on her hands and knees and looked back at Logan. When done right Anal sex could produce as much pleasure as vaginal sex but without the hazard of pregnancy.
“You know what to do my pet,” Ophelia cooed, “Don’t disappoint me.”
“Yes Mistress,” Logan lubed himself and her asshole.
*
Somehow Fisk and the bride Emma had managed to hide a hidden camera on her face allowing them to force the restrained Emma to see everything at the wedding reception. The entire time the bride Emma was going on about the love Wilson and Emma had for each other and when in private with other women and the few elite gays, bragging about how great Wilson was in bed. At times the restrained Emma heard herself repeating things that the Bride Emma was saying.
Laura watched the videos the teacher had put on. It was hidden camera footage of men and women reacting to men and women. Laura listened as the narrator pointed out what each man or woman was reacting to in the passing men and women. Laura was learning how to spot signs of possible fetishes. Once this movie was done, the other girls told her that she would be joining them for dinner. Since she was here on rubber adult baby she would have soup served in a strap on dildo she would have to suck on under the table. Laura hoped that Mommy would be wearing the dildo with Laura’s dinner in it.