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Emma Frost sat pensively as she made the final adjustments that prepare Cerebro to interface with her mind. Dr Xavier's technological marvel amplified her psi powers and enabled her to reach out and find...well everybody. But it was tuned to track mutants. She'd been sent here by Storm on an premise that was as preposterous as it was terrifying. Storm had received word that the Phoenix force had somehow resurrected and bonded with Professor X. Everyone knew that was impossible, but having cheated death and invaded numerous heroes, the Phoenix force had proven to be as resilient as the legends it inspired. If it had somehow managed to bond with Xavier's psyche, it would be unstoppable.
As powerful as The White Queen was, she knew she was no match for Phoenix. Beads of sweat popped out on her brow as she focused her mind, scanning the distance...
She was so focused on hunting the Phoenix, she barely noticed Storm enter from behind and walk up behind her. She could sense that Ororo was not herself, unusually tense and...guarded as she stood next to her and folded her arms. But considering the circumstances, it was understandable. Still...something wasn't right.
“Storm, this makes no sense. I'm not getting any trace of anything that would be as powerful as the Phoenix. Where did you say this 'tip' came from?”
“I didn't” Ororo said casually as she unfolded her arms. Emma turned to look over her shoulder, but it was too late. Before she could react. Storm's hand flashed from her side and landed in a vicious karate chop to her neck. Emma cried out in shock and pain just before she blacked out.
As she struggled to regain consciousness, Emma scanned her surrounding psychically. Tried to anyway. Her head was...foggy. Pain in her neck. From the blow? No, stinging pain, like a needle. d**gged! She tried to open her eyes and saw a blurry presence standing before her. Just as her vision began to clear, she saw Ororo facing her, then her hand flashed again and Emma's vision exploded in stars as Storm's bitch slap seared her face and made her cry out in shock and pain.
“Storm what the FUCK do you think you're doing?” The White Queen bellowed in rage.
“Waking you up, Emma. You've been out longer than I expected and I'm growing impatient. I can hardly wait to play with my new toy.
“Storm.- Ororo, what's the meaning of this? Why the ruse? And what.” Emma tried to move and realized she was bound, hanging aloft with her hands tied behind her back and her ankles bound high in the air, like she was sitting in invisible stirrups. She struggled and only managed to wobble. She felt humiliated, helpless and exposed, all feelings almost completely foreign to one of the powerful mutants on the the planet. She tried to scan Ororo's mind, but she was still having trouble thinking clearly.
“Ororo, please. This – this is crazy, What am I tied up like this, what's going on? What's gotten into you?
Storm smiled, pleased at the plaintive tone in Emma's voice. “Why, Emma, it almost sounds like you're whining. You sound so pitiful. So confused. But you're asking all the wrong questions. Rather than asking what's gotten into me...” she cooed as she stepped closer and wrapped her hand around Emma's throat.
“I think you should be asking what's gotten into you.” She squeezed Emma's neck and made her gasp and whimper.
“Yes, you feel it don't you. I've replaced your collar with a much more fashionable design. You can't see it of course and I didn't bring my compact, but it's a lovely design. It says “Storm's Bitch”. Etched right into the leather. But it's much more than a fashion statement. It's wearable tech. Lined on the inside with these lovely little needles that just barely pierce the skin and deliver a subcutaneous injection of this amazing little potion I found. Of course they're not long enough to hurt. Unless of course I squeeze...”
She sneered as she tightened her grip choking off Emma's air supply and driving the needles into her neck. Emma gasped and winced in pain.
“So, back to your question. No the question you should have asked. What's gotten into you is a little-known African potion, courtesy of some of my old friends who specialize in such things. It dulls the senses, interferes with and dampens your mutant abilities. That's why you can't reach my mind and cant' change to diamond. I had them add a little something I got from Remy's associates in the Bayou. Those old cajun ladies sure know a lot about spells. They added a little extra cajun spice that makes you..shall we say, more docile. More submissive.”
“And as you've no doubt realized, I've got you tied up and we're all alone down in the bowels of the mansion. Under Cerebro in fact. The others are all out hunting for the Phoenix. Awaiting word from you in fact. So, it's just you and me, all alone. I thought we needed a little private time, so we could sort things out.”
“But why, Ororo?”
“I have my reasons. Mostly I just got fed up with your bitchy femdom ways. Got sick of you always bossing us around, bossing me around, treating me like I'm your servant, your your sidekick or something. I'm an original member of this team. I was an X-Man saving the world fighting alongside Scott and Jean while you were skulking around with the Hellfire Club, engaged in murder, extortion and all manner of hideous, despicable behaviors.”
“But I've changed, you know that! I'm not like that anymore, Ororo!”
Emma was on the verge of tears as she struggled in the ropes and shouted at her friend and ally. Ororo had found her achilles' heel. Guilt. After years leading the X-Men, saving lives, she still felt stained by her past.
“No, not in all ways. You've given up your life of crime and debauchery, but you're still the same imperious bitch. 'White Queen'. Well Miss Frost, you're not my Queen. Not anymore.”
Ororo grabbed Emmas right nipple and pinched hard eliciting a gasp from her anxious captive. Emma moaned as Ororo pinched and tweaked her nipples turning them deep pink and stiff.
“Mmmmm. I've always loved your tits Emma” breathed Storm as she leaned forward to lick and suck on each one in turn. She took her time tasting and teasing, stoking Emma's lust intensifying her frustration. She guessed that Emma was getting wet and reached down to stroke her exposed labia.
She laughed when she felt her captive's labia, swollen and slick.
“Well well, look at you. The White Queen, our ice cold bitch, all tied up and your pussy positively drooling.”
She slapped Emma's mound sharply, drawing a gasp and wince.
“Can't get away can you bitch Queen?”
She slapped her a few more times, the wet stinging noise echoing off the cold stone walls.
“Please Ororo stop tormenting me. This isn't like you, What's gotten into you?”
“Still asking the wrong question, Bitch Queen. You should be wondering...what's about to get into youuuu”, Storm purred, as a lewd smile spread across her face.
Storm reaches down and wraps her fist around the large, thick, hot pink thick dildo attached to her harness. Before Emma could protest, her captor positions the bulbous head against her labia. She slides it around massaging Emma's clit and coating the head of the probe with the White Queen's juices, and thrusts her hips forward, driving the head of the big artificial phallus into Emma's pussy.
Emma gasps, then bites her lip to suppress an urgent moan as her pussy is invaded by cool hard plastic.
Storm lets out a throaty laugh as she grips Emma's legs to pull her towards her and thrusts again, burying the fake cock deep in her partner's helpless pussy.
“Oh, Emma, you don't know how long I've been waiting, wanting to do this. To turn the tables, to fuck you, use you, humiliate you like you're always doing to us.”
“Ororo I never --”
“Shut up Bitch!”, she hissed as she slammed the dildo into her again, driving a sharp gasp from Emma's throat.
“You've been fucking with our heads for years, treating us like your playthings, your little puppets!
But you can''t help yourself can you. Its like asking the proverbial crocodile, 'but why did you eat me?' It's in your nature, in your DNA. You're a manipulative domineering bitch.”
She thrusts the dildo deep into Emma a few more times taking pleasure in making the White Queen moan. The beautiful buxom blonde is moaning and gasping audibly now, no longer able to restrain herself.
“But we have a fix for that. You see, you can change, given the right inputs. Do you feel it, Emma? The rush of pleasure flowing from your cunt, charging through your clit,humming through your cervix? Don't you feel the waves of pleasure with each thrust...Feel your resistance melting, your desires changing?”
“Yes I...so good,so fucking goood. Roro, what...what're you doing to me?”
“Reprogramming you, bitch queen. From the inside out. This is more than just a sex toy. It's coated with nanites; microscopic robots.”
Storm spelled out her captors torment with a hard thrust with each sentence.
“They're programmed to invade your tissues,
“seep through the walls of your pussy,
burrow into your g-spot,
lodge in your clitoris.
And super-charge your libido from the inside out.
With each thrust, I'm driving them deeper into your evil cunt.”
“Yessss I-- I can feel it! So fucking good, so good” Emma whined as she gyrated shamelessly on Storm's dick. “But...why do I- why do I want to please you? Serve you?”
“Mmmm, perhaps it's just gratitude for the incredible pleasure I'm giving you.”
“Or maybe...”
she sneered as she slammed her dick harder into Emma's helpless pussy.
“Maybe it's because those lovely little nanites aren't just making you feel good. They're binding your DNA with mine, binding you to me, at the cellular level. Making you mine! You ARE mine now, Emma. I own you Bitch! Fom the inside out!”
Emma begins to struggle mightily exerting one final heroic effort. She starts to bypass the circuitry jamming her collar and Storm feels her beginning to slip into her mind. Emma's face contorts and she writhes in her bonds emitting a raw noise that's half scream, half feral growl.
“A valiant effort my pet. He warned me you might be able to fight past the collar. He suggested a cure for this contingency, I was rather hoping we might get to try it.”
She hauls back and slaps Emma hard across the face. The sound of the slap echoes off the cold brick walls. Emma gasps in shock and pain and Storm grips her hard by the throat squeezing off her air, back hands her again sending Emma's hair flying in a cloud of blond as her head snaps to the right. Then she uses her hand on her throat to push her backwards in her rope swing, and slams her hips into her driving the full length of the thick dildo up into Emma's cunt, crashing into her cervix.
Emma lets out a strangled groan of pain and begins gasping as Storm assaults her pussy with brute force. Tears flow as she succumbs to the inner and outer assault and feels her will break irrevocably.
“Yes, it's working! Just as predicted. Pain and brute force. Scrambling your will enough to reinforce the invasive effect of the nanites...and binding you even more forcefully to me, your new mistress. I just. Fucking. LOVE this!” she hisses as she pounds Emma's pussy.
The lurid purple dildo is now sheathed in Emma's cream as she begins gushing in orgasm. Whining now in complete surrender, and ecstasy. As her orgasm subsides and Storm feels all the fight drain from her body, she slows her pace, slowly saws the dildo in and out of Emma's dripping sex, and kisses her lightly on the forehead.
“Perfect. My new fucktoy has made you into my new fuck toy. Say 'Thank you Madame'.”
Emma writhes in her bonds struggling to hump Storm's cock for a moment longer then whispers “Thank you Madame. Thank you my goddess.”
“Much better my pet. Now I believe the programming is complete. Now, you're my little bitch, my plaything.”
“Yes mistress” Emma whispered. I am your slave and you..you are my goddess. Take me, fuck me, Use me. I want only to serve you, to please you.”
Storm gives her a chance to prove herself and unties her ankles, lowering Emma to her knees. The vanquished White Queen prostrates herself and unbidden, licks her way from Storm's boots all the way up her thighs and slowly, deliberately licks all of her cream off the huge purple dildo.
“Please goddess. May I have the honor?” She looks up at Storm with eyes full of desire and affection.
Storm smiles benevolently down at her.
“Yes my slave. Worship me with your tongue. Give back to me a semblance of the rapture I have bestowed upon you.”
Storm unfastens the harness, removes the dildo and tosses it aside.
Without another word, Emma wraps her hands around Storm's hips and begins dragging her tongue across Storm's mound, she breathes in the heady musky scent of her mistress' aroma, tastes the sweet nectar dripping from her swollen labia.
She buries her face between Storm's legs and snakes her tongue into the hot wet crevice. Both women moan in harmony as Emma loses herself in her mistress's pussy. Emma knows only lust and rapture as her heart sings in tune with her mistress's pleasure.
Storm is overwhelmed with passion and pleasure as her new slave licks and sucks hungrily at her sex. She can sense the love and affection, her slave's desperate desire to please as if it flows from Emma's tongue straight into her mound, through her throbbing clit and up her spine.
“Ahhhh yes, my pet. Pleasure me, prove yourself..worthy of your goddess. Ohhh Emma,..!” Her wail of ecstasy echoes off the walls as she grabs Emma's hair and crushes her slave's face to her mound and humps her as her orgasm rips through her.
Storm catches her breath, steadies herself on her feet, places both hands in Emma's hair and pushes her face away, tilting her head upwards. Her slave's face glistens in the dim light with Storm's juices coating her lips and chin. A look of utter contentment radiates from her lovely face.
“Well done pet. Let's go upstairs, call the rest of the team back, and see who wants to be the first one to use that pretty mouth.”
◘ FIN ◘
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