Emma Frost sighed as the masseuse at
her favorite spa kneaded her lower back. She certainly appreciated
having the best body money could buy but her impressive chest did play
hell on her back some days.
"This is heavenly. Thank you, Emma." Betsy Braddock sighed as she was
massaged on a nearby table as well. A short white towel was all that
covered each woman's impressive assets.
"Thank me? Why, it was you who purchased the tickets, dear. I should be thanking you." Emma said in response.
"What? I didn't-"
"Now, now, ladies, no reason to ruin a good massage with idle chit chat.
Just be quiet, relax and do as you're told." came a man's voice
unexpectedly.
Emma and Betsy would have ordinarily reared up at their attacker but his
voice made them both feel like doing exactly what he said was necessary
and good. Each of them just relaxed and closed their mouths, waiting
for future instructions.
"Good. Now both of you, get up and face me. Seeing me makes you feel relaxed and happy.
"Emma Frost and Betsy Braddock slid off their massage tables and stood
up, their towels falling away and leaving them completely naked in front
of the man in front of them. Beaming smiles formed on both their faces
at the sight of him.
Glancing at Betsy, the man smirked.
"Love the hair." murmured Kilgrave AKA the Purple Man, as he looked the
women up and down, eyes lingering on Psylocke. "Pity I can't keep both
of you but a deal's a deal. He broke me out, so I do owe him this little
errand."
Both women just smiled pleasantly at him, awaiting further
instructions.Kilgrave whipped out a few index cards and began to read
them carefully in order.
"You will both drop any and all psychic defenses you have. You will each
implant the following commands into each other's minds as powerfully as
possibly. You will embrace these commands wholeheartedly and not try to
fight them."
Both psychics dropped their defenses and silently awaited commands, impressive chests heaving as they breathed in and out.
"I exist to serve Remy LeBeau. My body is his property."
Each of the women drilled this message into the other's minds, where, finding no resistance, the message took deep root.
"My body is made for sex. I must show off my slutty curves constantly. I
am Remy LeBeau's whore. Gambit's fucktoy. His plaything. I live to fuck
whomever and whenever Remy tells me."
Each woman's proud, independent nature tried to fight these commands but
they had been told to offer no resistance. The commands cemented
themselves deep into the bedrock of their minds.
"Remy LeBeau is my pimp and I am his hot little whore. I will do
everything he tells me to and love every minute of it. Just thinking
about it makes me happy and horny."
Each woman's nipples hardened and their pussies moistened at the thought
of being Remy's hot little whore. Just thinking about it made them
happy and horny.
"I will do everything in my power to help and protect my Pimp and
Master, Remy LeBeau. I will never betray him. I will help him to gain
more whores and keep his business profitable. I do not deserve to be
Gambit's whore but I thank God every day for Remy choosing a worthless
slut like me."
Kilgrave smirked as he read the last card.
"I will remember these commands and implant them into the minds of all the whores, including ourselves, every morning, noon and night. Now cum."
The two beauties shuddered as they felt orgasms rock their body and
their minds warping to fit their new identities. In seconds, Emma Frost,
the haughty White Queen, and Betsy Braddock, the very proper British
lady were no more.
They were just Gambit's whores.
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