At the moment Pepper Potts stormed out of her room to confront Max, the young mutant Kitty Pryde emerged from a deep slumber. Kitty smiled. She felt good. A little tired--but rested. Her body felt warm and open. She shifted a little in the bed, enjoying the feel of simple movement. It was electric. The bed sheets caressed her naked--
'Naked?'
Kitty yanked the covers off herself and pushed them onto the floor below. She propped herself up on both her elbows and looked down at her self. She giggled at what she saw: Kitty Pryde wasn't naked, but she might as well have been. Some time during the night she had managed to bunch up her over sized sleeping shirt up around her arm pits, revealing her naked breasts. Had she forgotten her bra? Kitty shook her head. 'It didn't manner.' Besides what was a missing bra compared to her missing shorts and panties!
Kitty Pryde grinned. She gone to bed commando! 'If Wolverine could see me now!' There were no feelings of embarrassment, far from it, Kitty felt joy at her current state. She dropped her head back onto her pillows and stared up at the ceiling of her BLISS Pleasure Cruise Cabin basking in that joy.
Kitty remembered the party from the night before. Or kind of remembered it. It all existed in her head as flashing beautiful bright colors and rhythmic dance music; whose infectious beat she could still hear 'Bliss is life! Bliss is life!' There was Storm. Iron Man's girlfriend or wife Pepper. Two college girls and a pudgy sour old red headed cow named Ruth. Storm and Pepper had been mad about something. Something about the Bliss Girls working the tables. 'Bliss is life!' Their tits were too big or something...
Kitty felt a pop in her head. Her eye's widen and her lips made a small "O" shape. She was overwhelmed by memories of the dream. That's why she's naked. It wasn't the party. It was that dream. The sexiest, hottest, wettest dream Kitty Pryde had had in her entire life! She'd had her share of sexual fantasies before, but nothing like this! The funny thing, as vivid as the dream was. She couldn't remember any details about it. Not who was doing her. Only the sensation of it. The sensation of being fucked.....
'It didn't matter who was fucking me! Only that I was being fucked!'
As she remembered, both Kittie's hands took on a life of their own. Right and left made their way around her breasts, pass her taunt abs to the edges of her vagina. Her sex was already wet and hot, quivering with need. Right and left were more than willing to help. Both inserted their fingers with ease.
Kitty gasped. She arched her back and rolled her eyes far back into her head. Her arms quickly found a rhythm and her hips moved to meet it. She drew her knees up and bit her lower lip. Her whole body working together...
'Bliss is life! Bliss is life! Bliss is life!'
Kitty Pryde orgasmed. She wasn't a screamer; that would be later. But she gasped and moaned. She settled back down, removed her talented hands and let her arms fall to her side. She stretched out her legs and basked in the glow. 'The only thing that matters....' Few seconds later Kitty sat up and looked down at her chest. Her naked boobs looked like twin small scoops of vanilla ice cream topped by a hard cherry. They weren't bad. But she wish they were bigger, like the big tits the Bliss girls had.
It was at that moment Kitty Pryde remembered that she shared a cabin with Storm. She wondered if the older mutant had just been witnessed to everything. This possibility didn't embarrass Kitty, but she guessed maybe it was a little rude. Storm's bed was empty and completely made. Had she come back the cabin the same time as Kitty after the party? Kitty couldn't remember. Maybe she did come back, but got up early and made her bed. Storm was like that. Maybe she met some hunky guy or something. Kitty called Storms' name. No answer. She stood up and went to the bathroom, unconcerned with her nudity. Kitty knocked on the bathroom door calling Storms' name. There was no answer. Kitty opened to door and peaked inside. Nothing.
Kitty shrugged. She guessed she should be worried. But Storm could take of herself. She had weather powers and stuff. Besides what could be bad on a BLISS Pleasure Cruise?
A splash of red and pink drew Kitty's eyes. Sitting of the vanity in her cabin was a clear plastic wrapped square shape package. Kitty didn't recognize it and happily went to examine it, never once questioning its origin. There was big pink label on top that read in cursive black lettering: "BLISS Pleasure Cruise's Complimentary Outfit! Live the Bliss Life!"
'Bliss is Life!'
Kitty giggled. Thoughts of Storm and pretty much everything else left her brain. She pulled off her big sleeping shirt, casting it forgotten to floor. She grabbed the Bliss Pleasure Cruise gift and squeezed it tightly to her naked chest. Loving the feeling of cool plastic against hot flesh. Kitty decided she'd take a quick shower, maybe put on some make up (did she bring any?) and slip on her awesome gift.
The Kitty Pryde who first stepped onto the BLISS Pleasure Cruise the day before obviously wouldn't have been so rash about gifts from strangers. Wouldn't have masturbated in the open with out care. And she most definitely wouldn't have been so blase about the location of her mentor and fellow X-Man. That Kitty Pryde would already be on the move, phasing thru the ship, kicking ass and taking names.
But that Kitty Pryde was gone. Rewired away by the special chemicals found in every bit of food and drink BLISS had served her. By the hypnotic reprogramming BLISS had piped into her cabin thru the night using their special sound and television systems. Very much as they had done to Pepper Potts over the same night. Of course where as Pepper's reprogramming had been a laser focused scalpel, what Kitty received was a deep hallowing leaving next to nothing. She was a blank canvas....
A canvas that BLISS Pleasure Cruise was more than happy to fill in.