"You, Wasp, Van Dyne. First thing I
want you to do when we're done here is get cleaned up and then go and
get a set of tits like these. Some real, A-Grade Hollywood tits. Best
money can buy."Emma pursed her lips in annoyance. She certainly had better tits in her opinion but Wasp could absolutely do with an upgrade in that department - especially now that she would always desire to be the sexiest center of attention alive. The White Queen casually inserted her plastic surgeon's number into Janet's dizzy little mind, along with a strong suggestion that she might be able to use her ex-husband's Pym Particles for more than prosaic heroics.That bit of housekeeping taken care of, she turned back to watch the Purple Man and Captain Marvel. Despite his loathsomeness, Emma couldn't help but get a little erotic thrill at the sight of Kilgrave titfucking the high and mighty Ms. Marvel who now stank like a distillery had exploded. The bitch of an Avenger was now reduced to a drunken fucktoy, at least on the outside, and Emma was ensuring that this state of affairs would continue after the evening's surprise festivities were concluded."You like this. No, you LOVE it. You love having your slutty tits get fucked!" Kilgrave told Carol as he slid his engorged member between her sweaty titflesh. With a bit of reinforcement from Emma, the command took deeper root and became true. Of course, with a mind as strong as Carol's the key was not addition, but rather, subtraction.Emma began to remove memories of why drinking was bad, all the harm her alcoholism had caused her friends and family. She removed the cornerstones of self-respect and self-discipline the Air Force had instilled in her but left the need to respond to commands and wear what she was told."Obedience is pleasure. I am supposed to obey my superiors. It pleases me to obey. Sexual pleasure is better when I obey. I live to obey for the pleasure of others." the White Queen whispered, the thoughts of being a submissive slut entwining around her memories of military service like a choking vine around a once-healthy plant, choking her ideas of what was decent. "I exist to serve. I exist for pleasure."A few brand new fabricated memories helped to cement her new point of view. The time she spent fucking and sucking her way through the Air Force. The rush of powerful orgasms had while on her hands and knees before her superior officers. The naughty fantasies about how hot it would be to be reduced to Tony Stark's maid or Captain America leading her around Avengers Mansion on a leash. The secret wish to become a man's sexy piece of property and not have to worry so much all the time as a result."Fucking slut! Beg me for it! BEG!" Kilgrave snarled as he came close to cumming all over the blonde's face."Kilgrave, please fuck my tits! Please cum on me! Please, Master, please, please fuck me!" Carol moaned excitedly, suddenly realizing all of her most secret depraved fantasies was about to come true."Fuck!" Kilgrave bellowed as he came, shooting rope after rope of his thick jism over the famed heroine's tits, hair and face.Carol groaned in delight. Her dreams were finally coming true!***Gambit smiled as he pulled up in a limo to where Psylocke was entertaining Walsh and Bishop, his corrupt cops. He'd left the much improved Kitty Pryde back with the Morlocks for any and all of them to have their way with as a "Thank you", as it never hurt to mix things up with the carrot and the stick every once in a while. The fact that anyone could make Pryde cum now from something as simple as a slap on the ass or a squeeze of her tits meant that any Morlock could have her legs spread with just a word. Callisto seemed particularly intrigued when he'd left the sewers. In a few hours, he'd come back with one of his pet telepaths to get the final conditioning in play, not that it mattered much.He had much bigger fish to fry - namely the world's most famous superMILF, Susan Storm-Richards. By the end of the night, the two cops would get himself and Betsy into the Baxter Building and the rest would be child's play. Just the thought of pounding the blonde's ass in front of her rubber band drip of a husband made his cock twitch.He took out a cell phone and sent three texts for status updates - one to the porn producer, one to Betsy and one to Kilgrave. If Rogue hadn't been gangbanged too hard to walk, he was going to drop by and modify her collar so she could use her powers again but keep everything that she retained. The only question was on whom?
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