“Now Storm.” Mistress said sipping her red wine. “How do you expect to be my Champion if you can’t even fight while you receive my love?”The Tokyo arena was empty except for the three combatants and their one woman audience.
Callisto hung back watching as Storm struggled to dodge another blow from the slave that had once been known as Strong Guy. Like most slaves that had been given a rush job, there was barley a mind to speak of. The massive mutant responded to basic commands but he was useless for anything complex. Even as a sparring partner he was barley functional he lacked creativity and his movements were sluggish.
Storm dove to the left, missing her step turning it into a tumble. As the coarseness of the sand rubbed against her skin, she struggled to keep a moan of pleasure escaping her lips. Looking down at her hand instead of a flesh coloured hand she was greeted with a yellow latex opera glove. The thigh boots were a matching colour; the yellow corset pinched her frame into an even more voluptuous form, while the rest of the suit was black.
The latex suits that Mistress’s slaves wore were a modified version of the Genoshaian Mutate process. Like the one that she had worn years ago it functioned as a second skin. Providing protection against the elements, recycling the wearers waste, even ensuring the powers manifested were of the effective for their role. The yellow and black latex suit created a second set of nerve endings that turned her body into an erogenous zone.
“You love the lifestyle of a Champion. To be worshipped the crowd, to be pampered by gladiators that become your property. Freedom from the responsibility of being a hero but, your unaware of the joy of being owned.”
Storm struggled to get back to her feet and was greeted by a punch to the gut. The impact reverberated through her body, causing her to let out a cry of delight at her orgasm. Regan smiled at Storms delight, with just a few small changes she was already on her way to claiming the first member of the Sisterhood.
“Poor form Storm” Callisto said as her tentacles lashed out and claimed her prey. “Just because the Mistress will love you no matter what happens. Doesn’t mean you have permission to be sloppy. “
Storm gave a token struggle against the slithering appendages; she knew she was meant to fight back, but her body urged her to accept her molestation. Within seconds she was hoisted into the air, several tentacles had found their home in her body. She wasn’t sure whether there were more in pussy or her ass. Her cries were muffled as she choked on three of Callisto’s appendages, while the rest grouped the rest of her body.
Her eyes were locked on the Mistress, who smiled at her prise.” Jeans” smile was so warm and comforting when she looked at her she felt nothing but contempt. She could just lie back, relax and embrace her Mistress’s love. She shuddered as another orgasm rocked her body to her core.
“That’s right dear” Mistress smiled warmly reaching down to stoke her pussy. “Just leave that part of you that want to resist, that wants to be a hero, that doesn’t want to receive my love. Leave her behind and allow yourself to embrace your new life”
Another orgasm shocked Storms system at her owner’s words. As she lamented in her bliss she saw Mistress’s face shift. She wasn’t Jean anymore she couldn’t place the face but she loved this woman. Her short blonde hairs, her cute little noise her strong cheek bones; she was perfect in every way possible. With each orgasm she fell more and more in love with her Mistress, she had to be an ideal slave, she had to obey her, she had to worship her. It was her purpose to gather more slaves to fill her Mistress stable.
With a final orgasm she was dropped to the floor in a drooling, quivering mass of lust. As she rose up her hair turned an obsidian black, and her eyes locked on her opponent.
“Now slave. Win for your Mistress.” Regan ordered Storm.
Whipping up a torrent of wind and hail she blasted Strong Guy back against the wall. The large man struggled at first before he began to embrace his situation. Storm relished in her new powers, Mistress had improved her powers to ensure she would bring others to her Mistress’s heel. Her winds were mixed with pheromones to make her prey more malleable. The water in her rain was laced with a psychoactive chemical that retarded her targets inhibitions, making them act more immoral and hedonistic.
She slowly advanced on her opponent who seemed to be enjoying his situation. Placing her hand on his chest she felt a charge of energy flow through her. I felt like her lightning but mixed with an all too familiar sensation, the touch of Paradise. Discharging the energy into Strong Guy she revealed in the sound of her victims cries of ecstasy.
“Well doesn’t it fell much better now?” Callisto asked. Storm grabbed a tentacle that had formally been in her pussy. She licked it slowly looking at Callisto as she put on a show for her slave sister. Lunging forward she embraced her in a passionate kiss guiding one of her tentacles into her asshole.
“You truly are my Perfect Storm.” Regan said downing the rest of her wine.
Regan reclined back in Cerebra as she watched Storms physical form reflected that of Perfect Storm. She would let her relive her memories as a Champion, but now as a thrall of Mistress Mastermind. By the time she conquered the final arena in Vegas there wouldn’t be even a shadow of Storm left.
“A lie which is half truth is truly the greatest of lies” Regan laminated her victory over the greatest leader of the X-men. “Now who shall I play with next?”