Throughout her life, Ororo had acquired a surprisingly long list of titles and accolades that did much to set her apart as someone of great worth. Born to a princess of an African tribe, her life's journey resulted in her eventual marriage to the ruler
of Wakanda, T'Challa, making her into the nation's queen before their divorce. Her powers themselves once caused a whole tribe to worship her as a goddess, long before her brief time as an actual Goddess of Thunder by a scheme of Loki's. She'd joined the Fantastic
Four, the Avengers, and not only led teams of the X-Men but served as the Xavier school's Headmistress. She even became a member of the illustrious Hellfire Club herself at one time, taking the place of White King alongside Magneto.
With such an accomplished history, it might have been expected for Ororo Munroe to daze out every so often to pretend the horrific nightmare of her new life had come out of nowhere. On her first day, between the constant ass smacks and tit gropes, she spent
every free thought trying to discern which of the club's telepaths decided to mock her in this fashion. That effort faded as the days turned into a week, then two, then three. By the time a month had passed for her in this role, the lack of any one of the
members gloating or lording their conquest of her will over her revealed the sick, horrible truth: she put herself in this position.
She did her level best to pretend the dog collar around her neck came with an inhibitor. It was a lie, she knew it was a lie, but she needed it. She needed to forget the real reason she stopped using her powers, easier imagined than done every time a shock
from the battery-powered electrified dildo wedged in her pussy reminded her that the twisted urges she couldn't resist wouldn't even let her use her powers to pleasure herself. All the power of the elements at her beck and call at a moment's notice, enough
power to tear this whole damned building down... and she was letting some machine dominate her sex with a lesser version of the lightning she could conjure up while her own potential went to waste.
It felt almost like the dildo was mocking her for being too weak not to give in to the urge to let everyone see her as a piece of ass meant to serve them. Strutting across the room with a tray in her hands and her caramel tits jiggling in her lingerie uniform
made her feel every bit as disgusting and pathetic as the day she served her first Hellfire Club member. She bent down, offering a generous view of her cleavage, as she handed a glass of wine to one of the men.
The wine quickly came right back at her when the man splashed it in her face. "I specifically asked for a glass of cabernet, a red wine, and you present me with chardonnay."
Deeply, Ororo wanted to smack the man, shock him, or at least gnash her teeth, but that damned urge struck again and she grimaced with worry. "I'm terribly sorry sir, perhaps I can make it up to you?"
"Typical dumb slut solution," the man sneered. "Too dumb to do it right the first time, so you offer up the only thing you have to offer, your body. Fine, let's have it."
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