"I would be happy to introduce you but there are just a few ground rules that must be set first." Betsy said with a smile."Hmm. Your boss wants to make sure I'm on his leash?" Malice purred. "Kinky. Sue would hate to be some other man's slave . . . so, naturally, I love the idea!"
Reaching in between the purple bars of the babbling Sue's cage, she grabbed her double's blonde hair and pulled hard, smashing her face against the side of her prison and whispering in her ear.
"Listen up, bitch - we've got some new marching orders." Malice hissed in Sue's ear before turning to Betsy with a sneer and lining up her head with Sue's.
"Do it." Malice growled.
Betsy needed no further urging. With a flourish, she redid her psychic knife yet again, this time slamming it into both heads before beginning to issue the commands that defined her new, wonderful life as Master Remy's whore.
"I exist to serve Remy LeBeau. My body is his property. 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. 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."
In the real world, Remy smiled as he saw Susan Storm's nipples harden under her blue spandex outfit and heard her breathing start to ramp up into a hungry pant. He smiled and unzipped his crotch.
"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."
For Malice, much of what she heard just sounded like fun, if only because she knew how much it would disgust her other self. For Sue, had she not been hit by the Hate Ray exactly the right time, she would have fought and clawed in defiance at the commands. Instead, it all sounded so . . . perfect.She hated being monogamous. She hated being dignified. She hated being a wife and mother. She hated being a strong, independent heroine. Most of all, she hated not being a hot little whore.
Psylocke smiled as Sue turned to face Malice and gave her doppleganger a long, passionate kiss. In an instant, the original Sue Storm vanished. Only Malice remained.Malice's blue eyes snapped open and at the same time, her blue spandex outfit exploded off of her, the force field tearing off all of the clothes that represented her old life. That was all over now and she couldn't wait to see what came next.
Rogue jumped but Remy remained calm as Psylocke nodded and smiled at him.The now completely nude Invisible Woman looked Remy up and down hungrily as she slid a hand between her legs.
"So, you must be the stud who made me into his fucktoy." she said in a husky pant. She reached up and cupped her firm D-cup tits as she slowly moved towards him.
"His, mmm, plaything."
She spun around and rubbed her ass against his crotch, letting her body melt into his.
"His hot, little, ooh, WHORE." she moaned as she bent over and raised her ass high in the air, her blonde pussy dripping wet and ready for the hard cock she could feel twitching as she rubbed against this man, her master.
Her god.
She tossed her long, straight blonde hair over her shoulder and stared at him, her blue eyes both playful, submissive and challenging all at once.
"Are my curves slutty enough for you to fuck me . . . Master?" she cooed.
Remy didn't even wait until the last syllable of "Master" left her lips before unleashing his massive cock and plowing into her from behind like the dirty little bitch she had become.
HIS dirty little bitch. Malice was all his.
"You mine, whore. You mine forever now." growled Remy as he grabbed her hips and rammed deep inside of her, pumping in and out of her hot, wet cunt without foreplay. "MINE."
"Ahh!" screamed Malice as he fucked her like the bitch in heat she was. "Yessss! Fuck your dirty whore! I'm your dirty, dirty WHORE!"
Psylocke and Rogue exchanged a look and smiled. This was making them so fucking hot . . .
***
"Strip for the camera, baby. C'mon, Dazzler! Show the world that you're a star! A sexy superstar!"
If she'd been in her right mind, the tanned, leggy blonde mutant would have fried the camera to a crisp with a laser blast and stormed out. Unfortunately for her, the Molly, X and other pills her new "co-star" had slipped into her drink were kicking in and she didn't want to do anything but dance.
"M'astar!" she said, slurring her words as she slipped out of her blue spandex top while wriggling her hips back and forth, her hands raising up into her honey blonde hair as her top fell to the ground, revealing her perky C-cups. The naked stud (when had he taken off his shirt? shit, did it even matter?) moved up to her and squeezed her tits from behind, his thick cock rubbing against her toned, dancer's ass as she swiveled it back and forth. Fuck! It felt soooo good, she thought, lost in the joy of dancing, her own music in the background, the heat of the moment . . . all thoughts of her failure fell away. She giggled and turned around, shoving what's his name back onto the bed before bending over and giving the camera a long, lingering look at her ass before sliding out of the blue tights to reveal a pink thong.
She climbed onto the bed on all fours, her whole world nothing but dreamy delight and throbbing heat between her legs.
"You want this cock, Dazzler?" the man said, his hand sliding into her hair.
"Mmm! Cock! S'nice. Nice, big cock!" Alison giggled before lowering her mouth down onto his impressive rod. She didn't even care or notice when he moved her hair out of the way and shifted to the right so the video camera could capture every second of it.
"That's right. Suck my cock, you nasty, mutie slut." the escort growled with a smile on his face. This would win him a starring role in one of the producer's pornos for sure!