Submission Agenda 7b: Final Submission

"Are you awake, Janet?"

The voice was soft with a metallic undertone, and yet so very similar to her own in its intonations and emphasis. When Jan finally regained consciousness she immediately recognised the tones as belonging to Jocasta, the android constructed by the Avengers' long time nemesis, Ultron.

"Ooohhh, is that you Jocasta?" Jan felt almost relieved--designed as an enemy, Jocasta had become a firm ally of the Avengers--the robots mind, based on Jans own thought patterns, also displaying the admirably irritating heroism that defined her being.

"Yes it is... I am glad to see you unharmed."

Even through the haze of her rapidly retreating unconsciousness, Jan knew in her heart that Jocasta sounded different. As if her voice resonated throughout her entire body. She found it odd. In search of a mate, Ultron had constructed Jocasta and imbued her with Jan's consciousness--every time she conversed with the android, it was as if she were talking with a calmer, more logical version of herself. But something was different now. The link between them had changed.

Quickly, the Wasp attempted to gain some perspective on the situation. Looking around she saw that she still in the Pit... but this was a different room, another segment in the horrific torture chamber that powered my megalomaniacal quest for power. At least, that's how she perceived it. Huh... if only the ignorant bitch knew...

"We need to get out of this Jocasta... I don't know where to start though... this guy has thought of everything... we need backup and we need it bad. My plan fell flat on its face."

"Correct," the android stated impassively. "But escape is not an option. Your subjugation is my primary directive. You will not resist."

"I will... not... resist... Jocasta... what are you doing to me? Stop it!"

Panic entered Jan's voice... the resonation she picked up earlier now seemed stronger than ever... when she heard the android's voice, she felt it, felt it throughout her body and mind.

"My software has been substantially improved. My voice modulation circuitry has been upgraded to resonate on the same frequency that your brain operates. You will not resist, Janet, you will be calm. You will allow yourself to feel pleasure with me and all those I see fit to use you. Do you understand?"

Not resist... calm... feel pleasure... the words washed over Jan's mind and she felt a warm numbness traverse the length of her body. Inside her mind she tried to summon the strength to battle the cool, warm voice that seemed to speak to her very soul, but her will was crumbling.

Of course, this wouldnt work with any one else but her. The changes in Jocastas programming were advanced enough, but it was only because of their shared mind patterns that she was able to bring about the submission of the Wasp.

Jan gasped when the androids cold metal brushed against her cheek in the form of a caress. She moaned slightly and tried to resist as her top was unzipped and a purposeful hand stretched inside, running over her breasts. Jan felt herself becoming wet as the hand instantly brought her nipples to erection, the bitch little knowing that the mental conditioning was being supplemented by a tiny electrical current that flowed from Jocastas fingertips.

"Pleasure use" Jan moaned, her hips slowly swivelling as her body yearned to be entered, her cunt screaming for extra attention. "Yes use me"

Mine were not the only eyes watching the erotic spectacle of woman and machine. Another section of the pit allowed a distraught Henry Pym to watch the proceedings, the hero humiliated into nakedness by a leather-clad Warbird, who stood behind the doctor, whispering obscenities into his ear as he was forced to watch his wife being so easily taken. A small emergency had meant that the original plan to put the Black Widow to work would have to be postponed but Carols credentials were impressive enough to make this sexual humiliation satisfying enough.

"Maybe if you fucked her like you fucked Firestar, she wouldnt be quite so hot for a robots touch," Warbird murmured, as she rubbed the black leather one piece costume against Pyms naked back. "Not that you seem to be too upset."

She snaked around and rubbed his cock into hardness, her mocking laughter driving Pym mad with shame and degradation, his erection the final defeat. But Carol Danvers was such a horny bitch and dressed like that God he couldnt help but adore the feeling of her soft fingers encircling his cock, slowly milking it as his wife grew more and more hot under Jocastas caresses in the next room.

Jan screamed as her uniform was completely unzipped and a cool hand pressed into her cunt. The pleasure was so intense, almost on a par with what Wanda had given her as the Black Widow was brought into the fold. But the best was still to come Jocasta left her teetering on the verge of orgasm, disrobing the heroine and laying on the bed, holding Jan on top of her, her metal legs in between Jans, spreading them wide open.

The Wasp was right to feel fear as Ultron marched into the room, studying with interest the scene in front of him. It had been problematic reprogramming both of the androids, but Fantastic Four technology had eventually prevailed. Both machines had their memories wiped clean, both given the simple knowledge and urges required to fulfil their primary function. As Ultron advanced on the prone figure of the Wasp, her fear amplified exponentially and I drank in it, marvelling at the terrific sensations as the creation of her husband bore down on her, the electric charge in its maw giving her the first orgasm as her left nipple was shocked over the edge.

"Nooooooooo!" Jan screamed, trying to escape, her hips fucking wildly into thin air as the cum struck her.

Ultron said nothing, its mind wiped, its programming simply to feast upon Jans body until it could take no more. But deep within it, I could sense some element of satisfaction deep in its programming. Its hatred of humanity bent into a simple desire for revenge on its creator.

Pym sought to escape the clutches of Warbird as he watched his wife sandwiched between his creation and its consort, only to feel the leather of Carols costume dissolve into a black mess that encircled his body and held him fast. Warbird slowed the milking of his cock, but allowed tiny tendrils of the alien symbiote to tease and heighten the sensations on his balls, bringing him ever closer to his final orgasm.

Ultron said nothing as his "mouth" moved from one nipple to the other, his "kiss" bringing forth an orgasm of incredible power with each touch. I could already sense Wanda leaching the orgasmic power into herself and turned to her beautiful form writhing in her throne.

"Suck the bitch dry, my toy. Take everything from her."

Looking into Wandas mind I could see that her build-up of power was now close to its limits. Soon that power would redirected into a massive explosion of hex energy that would rent the magical dimension asunder, ripping it from its moorings so to speak, forever cutting the cords that tied it to our earthly realm. With that final expulsion, the only real opponents to the Agenda would be instantly taken out of the picture, the only person with even the slightest potential to reverse the situation would be my beautiful Witch. She should be rewarded since she had shown such enthusiasm with Jan perhaps I would give her the remnants of the Wasp once the androids were finished with her. A toy to remind her of her finest hour as my slave.

The Witch moaned and whimpered in her throne, her face contorted with pleasure as she sucked in the orgasmic power of the Wasps debasement. I particularly relished the sight of her hips swivelling seductively, fucking back against an imaginary cock as her pleasures increased, as the power grew within her. I smiled to myself, knowing that it was me in her mind, my cock the centre of her longing. She would be well rewarded. Once the Wasps mind was completely broken perhaps I would give her to the Witch as a slut for the both of us to enjoy--like a tiger and its mate feasting on a carcass after the pleasure of the hunt.

Jan herself had long since submitted to the pleasures my robots were visiting upon her. At first she had resisted, her strong mind attempting to turn off all reaction to the perfectly-placed cool caresses of Jocastas hand over her tight, toned body. She had fought well, fighting off the sensations of the breast massage, ignoring the betrayal of her own nipples as they rose with arousal, ignoring the warm wetness between her thighs, her mind focussed on the hatred she carried for me, the shame and degradation shed felt as my cock jerked in my hand, sending the thick, cloying white cream onto her face, into her eyes.

But Ultron gave her fear. Deep fear. The connections to her family were too intimate. When she saw Ultron she saw all the evil potential from within Hank Pym himself. Her defences dropped when the cold metal hand began to dig into her cunt the fear proved to be the chink in her armor. The fear broke through the barrier and then there was pleasure exponentially increasing rapture leading up to the first mind-numbing climax as Ultron "kissed" her.

"Oh god no," Pym murmured, closing his eyes, slumping back against Carol as she stroked him, keeping him on the edge of climax. "Not like this it uhh cant end yesssssss like this"

"I think you should know," began Warbird, whispering into Pyms ear as she allowed the black ooze to fully cover his penis. "Im going to kill you but your death will be so exquisite I will build up your pleasure, take you to the limits of your ecstasy as your wife is taken, so I will take you when you climax your life is over and you will be begging me to give it to you"

Pym shook uncontrollably as he felt the pleasure increase still further, his balls now covered in the symbiote, like a thousand talented tongues licking his balls and cock the slight pain of the slit on the end of his prick being opened completely lost in the pleasure bath. Warbird smiled as a thin tendril of black ooze slipped deep into the innards of his cock.

Ultrons movements were less co-ordinated than those of his consort, but they did far more damage on Jans psyche. Each time his charged mouth made contact with her she screamed in pleasure anywhere near her breasts or inner thighs and she came hard. Two of Jocastas fingers were jammed into her cunt, digging deeply into her pink, gushing pussy the scream when Ultron "kissed" her clit, just as Jocasta dug the third finger in and thrust deeply was music to my ears. I left Wanda to her feast and entered the room where Janet Pym was being taken to the edge of her endurance.

I smiled as Ultron pulled away, his victim looking on in puzzlement as the sensations stopped immediately. Jocastas fingers left her breasts and cunt, the Wasp allowed a second or two of bewilderment as she wondered what would happen next. I smiled to myself as Jocasta used her metallic legs to force Jans open. I felt myself stroke my own cock as I saw the horror build in Jans eyes as she was spread wide. A small compartment on Ultrons crotch opened, producing a long metallic cock, forever hard, forever erect. At the end, the "glans" pulsed with the same electricity you could see in Ultrons mouth. The bitch screamed as Ultron knelt before her.

Hank Pyms horror intensified as he felt an equally hard cock tease his asshole. His cheeks were spread wide with ease, the ebony cock slowly pushing inside of him. He screamed in pain, but Warbird laughed maliciously at him as her symbiote teased his cock from both the inside and the outside. When he involuntarily fucked back on her, sending the xenomorph phallus deep inside of him, Carol allowed the symbiote to clamp onto the nerve endings, feeding him raw, unrefined pleasure.

The last coherent thought Hank Pym ever had before the madness descended was of penetration. He saw his wife surge and fuck back wildly as Ultron thrust deeply and firmly into her, his body following suit as Warbird took him. Then there was only pleasure, a black mist descending on his mind, the beautiful face of Carol Danvers etched into his psyche as he shouted out the words she wanted to hear. The begging to take him higher, to make him cum.

Warbird let the alien take control, thrusting deep into him, letting the sensations overwhelm her, revelling in the maleness of her actions, prolonging the pleasure until Pyms submission, allowing the cum to take hold in her body as Hanks death throes took her over the edge. I knew that I had created a monster, that in the absence of regular fucking from myself that she would seek that second-best high again and again. The more powerful the man, the sweeter the climax. Carol Danvers would become my second Black Widow, a hero fucker who literally took no prisoners.

I fisted my cock into total hardness as I watched the constant climax in front of me. Jan had stopped screaming now--a hoarse noise coming through her throat as her voice gave out. Ultron fucked her without mercy. Long, deep thrusts getting faster and faster, building up to the final release that would quite literally blow Jans mind.

The cock tip took Jans pleasure and frustration into stratospheric levels in equal measure. The motion of cold metal in her cunt was the greatest sexual friction she had ever felt. The charge in his cock made her cum each time he bottomed out in her, Jocastas fingers aggressively attacking her clit. But she fucked back furiously, sensing the deeper release contained within her, eager to seek it out, eager to give herself to it. That final, total cum that would give Wanda the last powerful spike of sexual energy she required.

I stood beside her, watching with quiet satisfaction as my cock leaked onto her lips. As she took the metallic fucking, I saw her eyes meet mine, I saw her tongue lick at the precum that I had given her. The look in her eyes gave it away. Finally she comprehended. I saw her smile and stop the fucking motions on the robots cock.

"I need" was all she could say as with a mental command both the robots moved away from the task and quietly shut down in the corner of the room.

I sat on a stool next to the bed, allowing her full view of my cock, watching her brow furrow in anxiety as she struggled to get off the bed, crawling on the floor in front of me. She was covered in sweat, her hair matted to her face, reeking of sex, finally managing to support herself as she hunched onto her elbows, my cock right in front of her.

"Is this?"

She sucked hard, so hard as she drained the precum from me, a low groan escaping my throat as she took the gift.

"Yesssssssssssssssss" she hissed, somehow pulling herself away, the liquid covering her lips and chin.

The Wasps final act of freedom was to painfully move herself so that she could straddle me, plunging down upon me, filling her cunt with me. She found complete fulfilment for all time. As she lost her mind to an explosion of sexual energy I sensed the climax to Wandas quest. I felt her mind expand, the expulsion of her power and somehow the universe became a much smaller place.

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(XL) BOBBI'S BETRAYAL

The mornings meditation had been so worthwhile. By now the images that plagued my sleep were becoming more focussed, more defined--the mist lifting, the events I had to look forward to becoming crystal clear. Past, present and future were merging into one massive sexual outpouring. The ultimate aim of the Agenda finally becoming clear to me. Memories of each heroine falling before my power, the elimination of the heroes one by one last nights exertions with Wanda. Oh how we had used the broken Wasp so well. Our games had been so enjoyable, each of us taking the Wasp into ever-more perverse territories, a toy for our mutual enjoyment, undergoing ever more degrading acts and how the lust-fixated bitch had enjoyed each and every one. And now the future--the endgame that would bring Xavier out of hiding, ready to face his final destiny along with the rest of us.

I looked back over the past few months with a sense of wonder. What had started out merely as a desire to fuck these bitches into submission had become a mission, a crusade, a destiny I had to fulfill. With each passing day I grew more adept at handling the Phoenix Force, knowing that it was a part of the Agenda--a fate mapped out for me even before I was borne. The splendour and beauty of the Agenda astonished me, and now the final mists were clearing. Past and future were merging into one and finally I was beginning to see my calling in life, the bastard son that would bring about the apocalypse that would save the world.

"I know what youre thinking you think Im the last that youve won." Mockingbird was hardly what you would call graceful in defeat, but I decided to allow her some impertinence. "But theres hundreds more of us out there that will find out about you, that will stop at nothing to take you down."

My opinion of blondes had been changed somewhat since my experiences with Susan Richards, but Mockingbird was something completely different. A tall woman composed of long, blonde hair, incredible curves and toned muscles, truly a phenomenal example of the female form. I allowed her the outburst as my mind contemplated the tune this bird would be singing when I plunged myself into her, when I made her mine. Bereft of any real power, she had little standing in the overall objective of the Agenda, but she would make a magnificent whore I knew that she would also attract Malices attentions. I began to pity her.

"Youre kind of right in that you are not the last. But the Avengers were the last symbol of superhuman supremacy in the USA," I suggested, ignoring her petulance. "And as for your thinly veiled attempt at pointing out that there are still challenges ahead for me, well I estimate around eight minutes, twenty-five seconds before Meteorite and your husband arrive."

Her face drained of colour and finally I received the acknowledgement I deserved.

"My dear Bobbi, do you really think I was unaware of the message you sent prior to my agents collecting you? More to the point, perhaps you are lacking a basic knowledge of the power at my disposal. Ive achieved what Doom, Magneto and Apocalypse have failed to do. Ive defeated you all, taken you down one by one. When Im done, the world itself will be irrevocably altered, do you understand me?"

We were sitting in my main sanctum, where multiple monitors allowed me to check every major room in the Hellfire Clubs establishment. By now, my mental powers were such that they were largely a waste of time, but they still seemed to be of much fascination to my guest.

She stood in front of the monitors, transfixed by the evil they depicted. A circle of five businessmen, all removing their clothing as they circled a bound Storm, the look in her eyes beckoning them to do their worst. A stern looking lesbian woman forcing the fresh face of Jubilee deeper into her crotch, fucking against her features, pulling her hair savagely when she did not pleasure her mistress in the right way. Scene after scene showing depravity poor Bobbi had never experienced before.

I stood behind her, massaging her shoulders as she watched. She shivered beneath my touch but wisely did not attempt to pull away.

"I know what youre thinking dear Mockingbird literally I suspect that all of my ambitions will be completed by the time youre as far gone as they are. Believe it or not, they do love what they're doing. Just as, a few hours from now at the latest, you will. It is inevitable," I removed her facemask. "It always astounds me why such beautiful women should seek to cover their faces."

She shrunk away from me as I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand.

"What are you waiting for? Im gonna end up like them, arent I? Just get on with it."

"Now wheres that fighting spirit you are so famous for, my dear?"

"Fuck you!"

"The truth of the matter is, your husband has been lying to you. In the short months he has taken over as leader of the Thunderbolts, he has been growing more strongly attracted to Dr Karla Sofen, the super-villain you know as Moonstone, or Meteorite, depending on your choice of alias. She is manipulating him, he knows it, but cant deny his own sense of excitement he feels for her. Two days ago, she seduced him."

"Youre lying"

"My powers are such now that I could place you inside his mind and let you experience the memories, if thats what you want. If its any consolation, I think youll understand why he did it. Im planning on you and Karla both getting to know each other a lot more intimately"

"Bastard!"

I kissed her neck as she shook in rage, my mind flashing selected moments of Hawkeyes indiscretion into her consciousness. The days of teasing she had put him through, the flashes of her curves, her flesh I allowed her to feel the results Meteorite engendered, the desire she evoked in Hawkeyes heart. Their first kiss, the first time she had made contact with his cock (just a brush, seemingly unintended, but perfectly calculated), the expert blowjob, the sense of lust as his cock first ploughed deeply into her. I gave her his climax. She felt the rage build up in her.

Mockingbird turned to me. "Bitch the complete fucking bitch I know what youre going to offer. Revenge huh?"

"Your husbands going to die, Bobbi. Nothing can change that. Before he dies, I want him to see that you dont need him. I want to see you punish him by taking your revenge on her. And I am the perfect weapon, my dear. Youve seen my work you know what I can do to her."

"And the price?"

"In taking your revenge, in making her my slave, you too will become mine. Thats the one inevitability youre going to be experiencing no matter what you choose. And on the plus side, it does have its pleasures."

She contemplated me with disgust. Curious it would be so easy to turn that look into desire, lust so easily could I make her mine. But I liked the look. I liked the defiance. I knew that I would enjoy watching it change as my precum alone stoked the desire inside of her. She would be using it to make Moonstone mine, knowing that she would soon follow. The irony of it was so delicious. She would see herself in Moonstone--all the depravities I would visit upon the Thunderbolt I would perform on her.

"I I cant do it" she stuttered, turning her back to me.

I walked up behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders, massaging them deeply, feeling her shiver beneath me. I turned her around and stared deeply into her beautiful eyes. I saw fear. Terror, even. From the last of the mighty Avengers. I smiled.

"Bobbi you want me. Your pussy is tightening then relaxing, allowing the secretion of your lubricating fuck juices. Your nipples feel so sensitive. Theyre getting hard, arent they, Bobbi?"

She immediately flushed I saw the fear begin to melt as my words alone instilled the beginnings of her submission.

"N-n-no please"

"I can see the pupils of your eyes dilating your face is reddening as the rush of blood circulates around your body. Your labia are swelling with blood, as is your clitoris, which rises in desire just at the suggestion of my taking you. Just being in my presence is preparing your body for insemination. Your body desires reproduction, Bobbi. It craves my sperm. Your basest instincts are now geared to procuring me as your mate. Your higher level brain functions are now being engaged in order to serve that need."

She couldnt take her eyes from mine. She could see just her much I was in control. Perfect calm as her body betrayed her as her mind began to rebel against her wishes. As she slowly became mine. The Phoenix Force had taken my original set of powers to the zenith of their potential and now I was going to use them, first on Moonstone, then on her. This was merely a tease, to show her what I could do to her enemy.

She whimpered at my power, the power I had over her.

"Your pussy is so wet now, Bobbi, slick with the juices that will soon be coating my cock as I take you. Hormones are flooding your body preparing you for the act of intercourse. I will be inside of you deep inside of your cunt. It will constrict around me and your baser instincts will take over you will be doing everything in your power to make me climax to make me thrust into you faster and deeper. Your body will respond magnificently, Bobbi. You know that orgasm will increase your chances of conceiving my child. You will lose control and fuck back with all your passion. By the time my sperm spurts into your womb, you will have climaxed hard. Almost certainly harder than you ever had before."

Her whimpering increased her desire magnified to unheard of levels her knees were weak and she found herself collapsing before me.

"But thats all in the future, Bobbi you need me to desire you first of all your subconscious has noticed that my penis is not yet erect."

She nodded slowly removing her costume, revealing her breasts to me. Magnificent. I felt the initial spurts of blood shoot into my cock. I felt the desire well deeply inside of me. Her breasts were large, perfectly formed, her nipples engorged with fuck lusts that my words alone had given her. Words backed up with the power of my mutant capabilities.

Subconsciously she stroked her tits, revelling in the sensations, breathing heavily to herself as she stared at the bulge in my pants, slowly hardening before her eyes. I unzipped, pulling out my half-hard cock. The breathing stopped becoming laboured a moan escaped her lips she licked them the moan becoming a grunt as I pulled back my foreskin, enjoying the sensation of the first drops of precum forming on the tip.

She got so close I could feel her breath on my glans so close before I pulled on her hair and away from my prick.

"Not yet, slut not yet this was just a demonstration to give you some idea of the tortures we can give Moonstone together."

"I need needn-n-need"

I smiled down at her. The point had been made. The desire she felt inside of her would only be quelled once I had taken her I could feel the self-loathing inside of her feelings that she would soon transfer onto Moonstone a taste of evil that she would only purge by succumbing to my whims. I would enjoy sandwiching myself between her and Moonstone. I would greatly enjoy the both of them fighting for the honour of my climax. I put my cock away a treat she would have to earn.

"You do need, dont you?" I remarked softly, a veneer of sarcastic pity in my voice. "A need for cock, my dear. Long, hard, deep anything to sate the urges youre now feeling. And if its not my cock, any would do right about now. Your body has never been so ready has it, Bobbi?"

The mental summons was all it took to bring Malice into the chamber. Long blonde hair gelled back, black make-up applied to her lips and eyes, black leather bodice, thigh-length boots, no panties, shaven pussy.

"Delicious," she stated simply as she eyed Mockingbird her arousal swift, her juices quickly flowing, a drop of her fuck mess slowly dripping down the exposed skin of her thigh. Mockingbird saw it and trembled. Inside of her mind she didnt understand. She barely recognised Susan Richards her need for cock blinded her to all but the fact she was not a man. "Let me break her, Master."

"No," I replied sternly. "I want her relieved, not enslaved beyond that, use your imagination"

She laughed in acquiescence and advanced upon her prey, kneeling down and lifting Bobbis face with her hand.

"I know what hes done to you, Mockingbird I can almost feel your frustration. As I said delicious" she leaned forwards avoiding her waiting lips licking her face. "I will enjoy you, darling."

Bobbi gasped as she felt the invisible forcefield surround her, slowly shredding her costume, exposing her nakedness to both of us. A feast of athletic muscle and feminine curvaceousness, quivering with sexual desire. She moaned as Malice bathed her with featherlight touches from her invisible forcefield. No more words, just sensation. I knew what my dark angel was doing as she slowly increased the sensations around Bobbis anus teasing it preparing it She knew as well as I that Mockingbird was an anal virgin that while she could not break her, at least she could introduce her to new sexual pleasures be the first take possession of her in a new erotic manner. I would enjoy this.

A black leather boot on Bobbis back forced her onto the floor her asscheeks quivering as a forcefield caressed the twin orbs, slowly opening her, Malice allowing drool to escape her lips, watching with pleasure as it struck her puckered anus (her aim no doubt helped with her power) enjoying the confusion and fear on Bobbis face as she looked up helplessly. My leather-clad slave was an acknowledged tease--whenever Bobbi sensed discomfort at the anal attentions she received, Malice would tease her clitoris, maybe brushing her pussy lips with an invisible caress in order to remind her that she controlled all avenues of pleasure.

I sensed Malice begin to warp her invisible force field, moulding it into a long penisoid shape, rubbing the blunt end of it over Bobbis anus, again allowing her newly developed powers the chance to sense sensation through her force field, keying its pleasure through to her clitoris and the sensitive area deep within her cunt. When her force field penetrated Mockingbird, she would enjoy it almost as much as I would were I the one ready to plunder her body. The fact that the former Invisible Woman stood over her prey only added to the eroticism of the spectacle.

I smiled as Bobbie begged at Malice to stop the torture but what kind of begging was going on? Was Mockingbird pleading to be fucked or was she seeking to avoid the anal intrusion? I suspected it was both. I smiled at the thought that only one set of her pleas would be answered. Mockingbird tensed as the head of Malices forcefield phallus slowly dipped into her ass. She tensed, moaned, arched her back as simultaneously Malice hissed and groaned--the sounds of male sexual possession sounding quite odd coming from a woman. She played with the Avenger as she entered her, running fields over her breasts, flooding them with sensation, her nipples like bullets.

The scene was so erotically charged I had no resistance to offer as the rush of blood bloated my cock into full erection. I shed my clothes quickly, standing over the writhing Mockingbird and stared into my Malices eyes. My arms were suddenly around her, my lips on her, my sparse chest hair rubbing sensuously against her full breasts and hard nipples. My tongue penetrated her roughly, fucking her with the same rhythm as used on Bobbi, my cock erupting with precum, hosing Malices stomach before dripping into her snatch. She squealed at the sensation that burned into her sex, the sudden rapture forcing a particularly deep and savage set of invisible thrusts deep into Bobbis ravaged asshole.

The look of subservience and adoration in her eyes the erotic move of her kneeling before me, squatting over the body of her love slave in order to service my cock I grabbed hold of her hair and forced myself into her mouth. Warmth wetness suction licking mmmmmmmm god so good. I rewarded with the mental permission she so craved. The sight of Bobbis glistening pink cunt had distracted her for long enough.

Mockingbird screamed in pain and rapture as another invisible cock thrust its way mercilessly into her cunt. The pain quickly subsided as a soft invisible finger got to work massaging her clitoris. Even as Malice expertly devoured my cock she was imprinting herself on Mockingbird, binding her to the girl pleasures only she could provide. It was taking a considerable effort to stop herself from taking her completely, to break her will for all time. But the groundwork was being done right before my eyes. Malices cunning was without compare - she was addicting her new whore as she sucked me dry, with my implicit approval. She would need just a key to make Mockingbird hers forever. I could see she had an idea and I allowed that notion to flourish.

The blowjob was spectacular. Just the right level of suction, no teeth, gob after gob of lubricating saliva, warm licks on the most sensitive areas, invisible forcefields teasing the areas of sensation on finger could pinpoint. Fuck she was good. I was going to lose it soon. I was going to lose my wad deep in her mouth I sought to take away some of her control, forcing myself deeper into her right into her fucking throat I was raping her face but the moans god she was loving it

And then, the key to make Mockingbirds imprinting complete the precum I had fired at Malices cunt earlier seeped down, a discreet invisible forcefield directing it as it fell directing it straight onto Mockingbirds clit. She went mad her hips bucked her distended cunt almost exploded in wetness her back arched to an absurd angle as she fucked at the air, so desperate for more of the sensation-enhancing clear fluid.

Malice laughed around my cock and I smiled down at her, the sight of Bobbis mind so close to defeat, her body wracked with pleasures and of course Malice herself her incredible oral technique god where was she touching me now did it matter? No no yes yess yesssssss

Her cheeks ballooned as I came she tried so hard to contain the massive outpouring she merely moaned as I spurted so much mind-bending cream into her she sprung leaks at the side of her mouth she fucking smiled as it began to drool from her nostril! When finally my spurts abated, she swallowed with ease. And then, the second final trigger for poor Bobbi Malice drooled the tiniest amount of my cum directly onto her lips. Subconsciously her tongue came out to sample the gift. She surged one more time and then was silent, unconscious. Malices job was complete.

She had obeyed my orders and gained a new toy. Once my precum struck her cunt and my cream filled her mouth, Mockingbird would be another of her slaves. It mattered not. The Avengers servitude would be very short indeed as the Agenda reached its own climax.

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(XLI) "AVENGE THIS!"

"Oh bitch you chose the wrong lady to fuck with," Mockingbird, now restored in full costume, snarled as she contemplated the bound, gagged form of Moonstone, tied to the wall, totally helpless. "I dont care what I have to do, youre gonna pay."

Moonstone, Hawkeyes partner in crime with the Thunderbolts was almost as gorgeous as Mockingbird herself, and very similar in terms of physical appearance too. Both were stunning blondes, Karla not having quite the edge in terms of musculature as Bobbi. Mockingbird was a fighting machine, Moonstone a more feminine looking figure. Maybe thats why Hawkeye committed adultery? An idea I planted in Bobbis mind to further enrage her.

Moonstone squealed as Bobbi slapped her hard, then leaned into her ear.

"The revenge I have planned for you is so so sweet" she murmured, giggling to herself. "Sir?"

I stepped from the shadows, smiling into Moonstones terrified face. I was quite naked, my cock half-erect, the sight of both women stoking the fires of my fuck-lust--a desire that would grow until both of these bitches were consumed.

"Im the reason youre here, Moonstone the architect of the terror the country is experiencing right now. The X-Men fell, the Fantastic Four followed and as you can see, my plans for conquering the Avengers have almost reached fruition. I thought I had disposed of the Thunderbolts after I ignited the lesbian in you"

Moonstones eyes widened as the revelation sunk in.

"Yes, whore I reached into your mind and gave you the desires to touch that young girl and you enjoyed it didnt you? I know you did. I was in your mind. Young Jolt wasnt impressed though was she? She needed cock, Moonstone. Specifically mine. Shes my slave, just as you will be. Perhaps I can arrange for her to return your sexual favors Im sure youd enjoy that wouldnt you?"

Mockingbird joined me at my side, running her hands over my naked body, allowing her breasts to rub against me through her costume. I felt a wave of lust surge through me.

"Let me make your cock hard," she urged, her hand stroking my thighs, moving closer to the organ she desired more than anything. "Let me give her the tortures you promised me sir, I beg of you"

Huh "sir" such respect from a slut Id only half-turned to my service, But the tortures yes they would be enjoyable. I walked up to Karla, looking her straight in the eye, lifting her chin when she tried to avert my gaze.

I smiled at her as my telekinesis slowly began to rip open her costume, allowing her voluminous breasts to spill out of her costume. Mockingbird laughed, looking her hated foe in the eye as her hand expertly stroked my cock. Hard, firm strokes her hand felt good, easily took me to full hardness. Both of us gazed at our prey. I moaned as I felt my cock jerk, a large pulse of clear precum oozing into Mockingbirds hand. Enough, for now.

Bobbi and I turned from Karla and looked at each other. She lifted her hand, showing the prize, the long strand of my issue. She turned back to Moonstone. Carefully she ran her hand over Karlas neck, smearing my juice into her skin, rubbing firmly to get as much into the skin before turning to me and licking her hand clean. Karla moaned loudly through her gag--the assault on her erogenous zone enough to make her close her eyes and feel the burning--the fire of my desire flowing through her body from top to bottom. The bitch was hot. She was soaking already, her nipples on fire, quickly getting hard.

Mockingbirds hand returned to my cock more rhythmic stroking, kisses to my neck, her other hand caressing my backside. I surged again, my eyes opening to see the terror in Moonstones eyes as Bobbi showed her her palm it was covered in the clear liquid, precum she rubbed onto both her palms.

Bobbi took her fingertip, tracing my fluid along Karlas eyelids, along the side of her face, over her lips each touch burnt her inside took her desires and multiplied them a thousand fold. Bobbis mouth moved closer to Karlas the Thunderbolt screaming into Mockingbirds passionate kiss as both the Avengers palms were rubbed hard into her breasts, her nipples. Her pleasure-pain was exquisite my cock jumped of its own volition, spurts of my precum dousing Mockingbirds exposed thighs.

I heard her squeal herself as the fluid ran down her leg, easily being absorbed on its way down. Standing behind Mockingbird as she frenched a struggling Moonstone, I parted her ass cheeks, telling Bobbi that she was mine, that she was my whore to do with as I pleased, my possession the words inflaming me as gob after gob of precum shot out onto her asshole. She broke the kiss with Moonstone and screamed. Screamed for me, for my cock, for the release to the terrible lust I had instantly engendered in her.

I pushed her against Moonstone as my first fuck-thrust buried my cock deeply in her ass. Mockingbirds lust was only matched by her hatred for Karla, and she used her hands to torture the Thunderbolt, smacking and pulling at her hyper-sensitive breasts, each thrust bringing forth more obscenities from her mouth. I allowed the bonds tying Moonstone to loosen, to allow her to escape the pinching, smacking and abuse her breasts were enduring.

Escape she did, and as I pulled out of Mockingbirds ass, I could see Karlas face head straight for my groin. I took her head in my hand as she came closer I laughed at her as I buried it in Bobbis ass, letting her lick at the Avengers hole, so desperate was she for more of the incredible liquids I possessed, the chemicals to sustain her high.

"Yes, lick my ass, you fucking whore," screamed Bobbi loudly. "Lick it harder. Suck it!"

Moonstone did just that, Bobbi screaming in passion as her sensitised ass was explored with such abandon, the Thunderbolt moaning in contentment with every morsel of my precum she could retrieve with her sucking, with her tongue.

When finally there was nothing more to be gleaned from Bobbis ass, Moonstone lay on her back, desperately rubbing at her neck and breasts, where the precum had given her a sensitivity to pleasure not even her pussy would ever match. At least not until she had been visited there with the lust-inducing chemicals that would seal her fate. Bobbi and myself looked down at her, her eyes glazed with fuck lust, her mouth attempting for form just two words.

"Fuck me."

They never came out.

Mockingbird stripped away the remainder of her costume, urging me to do the same to her victim. I smiled at her evil, the evil I had instilled in her via the perverse conduits Malice possessed, and watched her ruby red lips descend onto my cock. Bobbis mouth slurped as sucked as she filled it with my fluids, my cock throbbing so hard, almost bursting with the need to cum. Soon I would be able to take no more, soon I would have to evacuate my balls of the mind-deadening release that would make these whores mine completely totally yessss

Bobbis half-full mouth smiling as best she could, she leaned over to Moonstone, suspending her mouth a few inches over Karlas gyrating cunt, the Thunderbolts entire body quivering with the alien lusts we had driven into her. Mockingbird allowed a single drop of precum to leave her mouth watched it fall watched the incomprehensible sexual outburst as Karla convulsed in unfulfilled lust then dripped more onto her hot pussy one agonising drop at a time, the room alive with the screams of concentrated lust that threatened to tear Moonstones mind from her.

I could sense her mind begin to shut down as the sensation overtook her completely. I moved myself to Karlas head, rubbing my cock on her cheeks, her mouth, strong pulses of precum covering her as Bobbi attached her mouth to Moonstones cunt then tongue-injected her with the entirety of my lust. I rammed my prick into her mouth, humping at her face as Bobbi looked at me from between our preys legs.

I was close to losing control completely, and embraced the feeling totally, feeling Karlas tongue caressing my cock, feeling her orally begging for it back as I pulled away, her tongue licking at my tip with a maddening intensity that could only be quelled by ramming deep into the suction of her mouth and then into her throat. Her legs wrapped around Mockingbirds head as I succumbed totally, allowing the cream to rise from within me, allowing the climax to over-run me, filling her mouth to overflowing with my brain-softening cum.

The bitch broke there and then, her mind remade in the image of the whore as my cream programmed her, programmed the rest of her existence, gave her the lust for cum and cock that would dominate her destiny. Id never fuck her again, not even to claim her cunt or ass. There was no point. I merely needed a release and her mouth was good enough for that.

As I released into Karlas mouth, Mockingbird continued to wrack her body with orgasms, using the middle three fingers of her right hand to forcefully fuck her cunt. When she finally stopped I gave her the single order that would ensure her own submission to me.

"Take those three fingers and masturbate yourself with them."

She instantly obeyed and as she did, I released the blocks on her mind, allowing the affects of my fluids to have their full impact on Mockingbird. She screamed as her cunt, ass and mouth burned with an intensity that she could not even have begun to understand. She had taken the single most concentrated sensory attack that a woman had ever felt, the single most undiluted urge to fuck me flooding her everywhere, there was no escape. She blacked out immediately.

I smiled, my mind planning her final submission, a fucking that would leave her a hollow sex-hungry whore for the rest of her days. Looking down at the quivering body of Moonstone, cum foaming at her mouth like a rabid bitch, I let the smile become even wider.

****

Hawkeyes incursion into my domain was clumsy--I had expected so much more from him and Moonstone, particularly considering the latters ability to phase through solid matter. The simple fact of the matter was now the Phoenix Force was completely integrated into my body and mind--I doubt even Xavier himself would be able to breach my mental defences. Certainly, the Avengers final "attack" was such a woeful failure, I began to feel pretty impregnable within any of my New York fortresses.

Despite the fact that the fool was an Avenger, I was ready to make Hawkeyes final moments on Earth pleasurable--after all, he had no discernible super powers he was just a man with a good eye and superb reflexes. But the Avengers had to be completely eliminated. Their women would be my whores and the men would die. There would be no exceptions. Word that an Asgardian apocalypse had taken place subsequent to Wandas annihilation of the magical realm had meant that there would be no further involvement from Thor and his ilk. The only Asgardian left on Earth was the Enchantress--a woman without compare, whose final role in the Agenda would soon be played out.

But in the meantime, there was only Hawkeye. And his wife.

Stripped of his tunic, Hawkeyes hands were roped together above his head, his body suspended from an oaken beam in the attic of the Hellfire Clubs building. However, across from him, a large monitor screen showed a similar scene in the room next to his. Only the figure suspended from the beam was the beautiful Mockingbird, her face contorted with pleasure, the reminiscences of her acquiescence to my cock forever haunting her mind. She was also quite naked and Hawkeye was consumed by hatred--I could feel it--his gaze often locking on her slender legs as they hung free in the air. He could see copious amounts of her lubricating fluids dripping down her thighs.

"Hello, Clint," a deep European female voice intoned behind him the voice was the Black Widows, but straight away he knew something was deeply wrong.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as she ran her hands over his bare back and around to his stomach. "So many times Ive wondered what kind of fuck youd be, Clint and I know youve often thought about it sex with me I know you have," she murmured, kissing his bare skin, licking at his back. "Ive been sent here to pleasure you, Clint, to give you sexual rapture as you watch your wife receive hers. God its going to be such a good night, lover"

"Natasha let me down youve gotta let me save you save you boththeres still time still enough of us left to mount one final attack"

His moans cut short his appeal, the Widow running her hand down from his chest to his stomach, down further as she massaged his cock through his pants. She giggled sexily as she felt the pulses of blood shot into his organ, his strangled moans of arousal. She pulled away and walked in front of him, looking up at his form as it swung from the ceiling. His cock was level with her face and she smiled at it, then up at him.

"Youve always wanted to see my body, Clint Ive always flaunted it right in front of you now you can have it at last," she teased, unzipping her tunic, allowing her large breasts to be revealed before his ravenous gaze. Turning back to survey his cock, the Widow noticed with much satisfaction that his hard-on was now far more pronounced, bulging from his pants. She laughed a little then stroked it with one long, red-painted fingernail. She smiled at the jerking motion she felt under her, moaned a little at the stain that seeped into the fabric of his pants. Hawkeye was breathing heavily, every heart beat blasting more blood into his cock, feeding his desire, making him hotter and hotter until finally his precum had seeped out from his prick, staining what remained of his costume. Soon it would be time.

"You know, lover," Natasha smiled as she pulled away from his pants and left him totally exposed. "There really is no pleasure without a little pain."

He moaned as he felt hot breath on his glans, which leaked more profusely as a result.

"Oh yes, you fucking hot bitch," he hissed as the Widow took his cock into her mouth but the pleasure was to be short-lived. When his eyes opened he saw the rope suspending his wife slacken, saw her slump to the ground, saw me standing over her, naked as the day I was born. As Natashas tongue teased his arousal to a new state of fuck lust, he saw the look in her eyes, the slackening of her jaw, the pool of pussy cream gather beneath her leaking cunt.

"No pleasure without pain," Natasha repeated, running her teeth along the length of his cock, sending incredible pleasures through him, his heart beating with pure rage as he saw his wife reach for my own limp cock, jerking at it madly, a crazed look of desire in her eyes.

"No Bobbi please Natasha let me"

He felt the Widows arm slide between his legs, her fingers digging into the crease of his ass cheeks, a long fingernail worming its way into his anus as his wife took my cock into her mouth, giving it an almost worshipful attendance, blowing me with more devotion than he had ever received. As my cock thrust into her gullet, deep into her throat, Natasha thrust hard with her finger, breaking her nail as she pushed deep into his asshole, laughing at him as his cock jerked madly in her mouth.

Hands on my hips I looked down to see the beautiful blonde adore my cock with her mouth, her wet warm mouth, her questing tongue. Her hands were everywhere, stroking my ass, encircling the girth of my prick, jerking at me wildly, so anxious for me to let loose with the precum that would acknowledge her sexual skill, acknowledge my acceptance, my appreciation of her skill. It was not long coming and I allowed her mouth to fill with the clear fluid that would drive her crazy for my body. Give her the burning that she so yearned for. Looking down at her, I watched her mouth expand as I filled her, watch her swallow some just to let the burning scold her innards. When she pulled away she looked me deeply in the eyes, letting the clear cream drip from the sides of her mouth, onto her tits, then with one massive spitting motion, onto her cunt.

"Fuck me, Master, take the burning away with your beautiful cum. Make me your slut-whore for eternity. I beg of you, sir I beg of you" She masturbated my precum deep into her pussy, her body convulsing as she did so, her hole ejaculating her own juices onto the floor as a sign of her total desire.

"On all fours," I commanded, witnessing her obey instantly. "Suck me for your reward."

And she did so, blowing me with an urgency I had never felt before. Her lusts were contaminating me and as I looked down at her I wanted to fuck the cunt she was so furiously masturbating. I wanted her hands to jerk me off. As she wiggled her ass I wanted to be inside of it, hearing her scream as she received my meat injection into her most private of holes. I wanted all of it. Now.

The Phoenix Force made my wishes reality. The power was so immense within me that the mere desire to plough deep into that ass was enough. Bobbis incredible sucking made me close my eyes in rapture, my mind picturing her body spit-roasted on two cocks, both mine, two Mileses pummeling her ass, fucking her mouth. When I opened my eyes, the Phoenix Force had made it real. I looked straight at a perfect clone of myself, leering over Bobbis body, spreading her cheeks apart and easing its cock into her ass. And I felt it. God I felt it. The sweet friction of a tight anus expanding to take the length of cockmeat I possessed, an unbeatable sensation--a freshly broken-in ass succumbing with longing to my cock.

My mind reeled with sensation--cock in her mouth, cock in her ass. I could feel it all. When I heard her scream I realised she did too. When I felt the complete disbelief in Hawkeyes mind as he witnessed his wife being screwed in two holes by the same man, I realised now that I possessed total power. I truly was the master of the Phoenix Force.

When my cock penetrated her ass she broke off the blowjob to witness who had taken her. I leapt into her mind, making her believe straight away, reassuring her that this was what she wanted above all else, forcing her to increase her pleasure by returning to face-fucking my cock.

She squealed at the fast, harsh rhythm of the fucking, but quickly adapted to it, quickly become at one with what her master desired of her. She felt my clones hands on her hips, forcing her downwards, her spread legs brushing against mine. Another me. Underneath her, my third cock being forced into her tight twat.

Her scream was exquisite. I felt it in her throat, felt the cry surround my prick as it was lodged deep inside of her windpipe. It brought my cum so much closer as I felt the incredible sensation. Not just in her mouth either.

As my cock pierced and claimed her pussy, her sphincter contracted hard and the cock in her ass reaped the benefitseven tighter god yessssss pleasure ripped me complete pleasure cock in her cunt, deeply thrusting into her, cock in her ass, cock in her mouth.

Under her, fucking madly into her cunt I lusted after her breasts as they swung free, so large, so desirable, her nipples so pumped up so so fucking available.

I pulled my cock from her mouth, hearing her gasp for breath, watching as her body was turned around, smiling as she lay with her back onto my clone as she screwed gleefully at his cock deep in her bowels, nodding her head quickly as the cock returned to trashing her cunt. I bent down and fucked into her mouth again, my hands kneading her at tits, slapping them, pinching her nipples, feeling the pain rip through her body, heightening her sexual response, each of my precum shooting cocks reaping the rewards of her pain.

I wanted those tits. I wanted them so much. Enough to make a fourth "me" appear kneeling over her, its hands taking over from mine, pushing her tits together, spitting into the cleavage then forcing its cock into the slick breast meat.

Ahhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssss you fucking bitch take it all

Natasha had done her work well, cutting Hawkeye down from the rafters by this time, forcing him against the wall and impaling herself deeply upon him, literally screwing him with a hip action that brought him perilously close to climax. The Widow never obscured his view of his wifes ultimate debasement, licking at his neck, his chest never denying him of the wanton sexual abuse I was heaping upon the beautiful Mockingbird.

On my mental signal, the Widow lived up to her dread destiny. As Hawkeye watched the multiple climaxes I drowned his wife under, Natasha screwed him with a vengeance, a fury his own orgasm hit him like a juggernaut, taking him over the edge, his cockhead expanding in her cunt, ready to spurt his jism deeply into her.

"Avenge this!" she hissed as she gripped his cock in her tight cunt, then swivelled her hips viciously, a sickening breaking noise assaulting their ears. As the cum shot from him like a rocket, the pleasure was increased exponentially by the pain of his broken cock. Sensation overwhelmed him as Natashas hands closed in around his neck. Just as the agony of his ruined genitals reached his brain, his neck was effortlessly snapped.

The Widow smiled at the lifeless corpse that hit the ground, running her finger through the bloody cummy mess the hero had ejaculated into her, now seeping down her thigh. She brought it to her lips and licked it clean, tutting at the sight of the broken nail, enjoying the taste and leaving the room. She knew a slave that would soon be licking the mess from her.

Poor Hawkeye the last thing that Clint Barton saw was the ultimate degradation of Bobbi Morse, aka Mockingbird. A chain reaction of orgasms piled upon me, starting deep in her ass. Theres nothing like the feel of a broken-in asshole--the resistance is still there, but the ready acceptance of cock in a previously forbidden orifice remains a potent force to be reckoned with. Her tight chute was perfect and I couldnt take any more. I let rip with my climax, shooting massive wads of thick gooey cum deep into her. God the feeling was amazing so much so that I lost control.

Almost simultaneously, I came hard into her cunt, feeling her body convulse with ecstasy as I finally owned her, made her mine. I jetted deeply into her, so fucking hard that she over-brimmed with my discharge, making me pull out and spray her thighs, her thatch of blonde pubic hair, her stomach.

I fed my cock deeper into her throat, letting the gobs of cum blast directly into her stomach, all the way into her innards, my hands locked onto the side of her face, deep pistoning action filling her more and more fuck yes she was mine.

I slapped at her tits with a fury as my last load was unleashed, blasting the fuck juices onto her face, her neck, into her tit cleavage, onto her nipples then back to her face as I pulled out of her gullet, emptying the final vestiges of my discharge onto her features, into her eyes and nostrils. Two cocks, one just spent, the other still pulsing, covering her face and tits yessss.

As the desire faded, so did the "clones" - mental projections of my urges to take her in every which way. Now I had done so, their job was done and what energy was expended on their creation was brought back into my mind. A look of utter sexual contentment dominated Mockingbirds cum-sodden features, a look I had never seen quite so pronounced on any of my previous conquests.

Now with the Avengers annihilated from the face of the Earth, it was time for the end game. Xavier perhaps an inventive use of my X-Men sluts would bring him out into the open

To Be Continued