Crystal and Namorita exchanged slow soft kisses as they knelt facing each other. The two blondes' hands were in constant slow motion as they stroked every inch of the other's body. Their flawless skin was dusted with the faint green and yellow powder of sex-pollen which still rained down from the vivid violet flowers that trailed along the ceiling.
"This is a place sacred to the women of the Four Clan. What happens here is for women only. No man may ever know."
Priestess Ivy addressed her new followers; it was not her first time repeating her most important instruction. There was no reply to her order. Instead the only sound was the sound of flesh against flesh and of low gasps and swallowed moans as the lesbian orgy continued. There was no need of a reply, only one woman here was less than completely under the thrall of the priestess and her plants.
It was all so easy to twist the traditions of this tribe to new and higher purpose. A sacred place where men were forbidden? The perfect place to transform the tribes women into obedient lesbians. Queen Malice would surely approve when she was born in Sue Storm's fertile body, and the prospect of punishment if Ivy was wrong was just fuel for the fire burning in her loins.
It was night and four torches dipped in tar burned in the woman's place. Their light did not dispel the shadows that hid the stone walls but in the centre the light was bright and the bond-slaves Crystal and Namorita were visible to all.
"Men are weak and foolish, only women deserve a woman's body."
Priestess Ivy whispered into Crystal's receptive ear. Ivy wanted one woman here to discover these truths for herself, so she was careful her words did not carry. Her lips almost touched Crystal's ear.
"Women's bodies are beautiful. Love them and lust for them."
Ivy had already removed Crystal's black gloves and the tattered yellow bikini top of spandex. Crystal's nipples were as hard as her breasts were soft. Ivy ran a finger along the scraps of yellow fabric that hid Crystal's womanhood, satisfied with her arousal and the way Crystal squirmed against her finger seeking more.
"A woman should be proud to display her beautiful body to women. There is no shame in the love between women, only joy in watching and being watched."
Beside her Alicia Masters and Frankie Rayes had already received their instructions. Both were naked. The red-headed Nova lay atop the strawberry blonde in a sixty-nine. Nova's licking of the blind-woman's pussy was growing erratic as she began to gasp, rocking her hips back into Alicia's face, as an orgasm approached. Alicia pulled her tongue from Nova's leaking depths and adopted a slow teasing circling of her lover's clit instead. Nova's breathing quieted and she again buried her head between Alicia's legs, her eagerness evident in the speed of her lapping tongue. Ivy had told them the conditions under which they were allowed to cum and they obeyed the priestess in this as in everything.
"A woman's body gives pleasure with every caress. The pleasure grows like a flower in the sun when woman touches woman. It withers in the shade when man touches woman."
Namorita's breasts were still cupped by two large fan-shaped seashells, green with bands of marble white. Perfectly smooth on the inside, on the outside the shells were covered in smoothly undulating grooves that ran radially from their bases. Crystal was rubbing her nipples against the grooves, enjoying the friction, as her tongue gently explored Namorita's mouth.
"Flowers are more beautiful together. Women's bodies are more beautiful together. Loving each other in pairs or threes or more."
Ivy pushed a finger under each seashell to find Namorita's hard nipples. Crystal eagerly swallowed the happy moans this produced, her tongue plunging deep into Namorita's open mouth. Namorita groaned in regret as Ivy's hands withdrew to follow the taut cured green sea-snake skin that held the sea-shells to the blonde's body. Ivy found the knot at Namorita's back and undid it, tossing the hard bikini top away to join the tiny pile of discarded clothes her orgy had already produced.
One palm in, the other out, Ivy fondled her playmates big breasts. Big but they were not swelled with the ripeness of new life. There were breasts she wanted to stroke so much more. She could take them at any time but that was not what she wanted. She wanted to be commanded, she wanted to take them and pleasure them because she was obedient. Because the sight of them filled her with lust and a need to submit.
"Sue Storm has the most beautiful body of any woman."
Priestess Ivy glanced over at the only free woman of the Four Clan and the words she was whispering into Crystal's ear died in an incoherent moan of pure lust.
* * *
"These walls. They are of stone, but not ancient. How is that possible?"
"It is a thing that Reed made by thinking and then doing," Sue explained proudly. "A secret of the Four. Come I will show you where you will sleep alongside all the women."
Priestess Ivy had been surprised to find the plateau atop the Baxter Tower so fertile and spacious. Crystal brought up water from the rocks or distilled it from the clouds. The water fed small gardens and Nova or Crystal or Jon-neh all had the power to heat it for bathing.
Ivy had shown Sue her powers over the garden and planted the seeds and spores that would transform them with the chieftainess's permission. Amongst the Bat Tribe the discovery of even one of these blooms would raise a hue and cry, send any member of the tribe fleeing or seeking fire.
As they headed into the darkness of the long low stone hut Ivy smiled to herself.
"You live together?"
"Yes, all the women. Normally only the bond-slaves live here and I share the chieftain's bed in the men's place. But now new life grows inside me and the customs of my tribe are strict. My place is here till three moons after the birth."
"Jon-neh must love to visit here."
"Oh no," Sue was scandalised. "This is a woman's place. Here we may speak the secret words. Having a man here would be... Profane!"
Ivy smiled and nodded as if pleased to learn of her new tribe's customs, while inside she exulted. This was perfect. As she walked the inside of the stone house she dropped seeds and spores. They would take root and sprout quickly.
The presence of the shapeshifter and the supply of water to wash away all pollen and other evidence and now this final planting. She would not have to delay nearly as long as she had feared.
* * *
Sue wore nothing of her normal blue and white costume. As soon as Ivy's pollen had tamed her mind, the priestess had had her new followers strip their queen. Ivy still could not trust herself with Sue's body. She might lose control and burn so hot with need that she would destroy her own plans as surely as fire could burn a jungle.
Instead Priestess Ivy had wrapped Sue in thin strong vines. Vines that girdled and supported her round belly. Vines that squeezed her sensitive breasts hard so they stuck out for the voyeuristic pleasure of the rutting women and their purposeful mistress. The vines were covered in thorns, none pressed against Sue's flesh but pointing outwards.
Around her face the vine's formed a mask. But on her head they held black leather. Priestess Ivy had found it and three long straight teeth of a sabre-toothed tiger that the women used for making holes in leather. She had known their place, seen it in her vision.
From the top of Sue's head three sharp enamel thorns rose to stab the sky.
Around her neck Sue wore a garland of orchids, their petals as white as bone. With every breath Sue inhaled their pollen. The effect was very different from the pollen that drove the bond-slaves wild desire and yet enslaved their wills. A little of it carried from their bodies to Sue's and so her nipples were hard and her slit was wet. But the pollen she breathed did not break her will to Ivy's.
Instead the white orchid pollen parted Sue's spirit. The spirit that thinks was made forgetful and the spirit that feels was made attentive. The spirit that thinks would belive everything was a dream and explain it away. The spirit that feels would believe anything it was told and dwell upon what it learnt. Sue would believe truth and lies equally and awake forget them. But in her dreams and deep in her spirit the lies and truths would surface and change her beyond Ivy's control.
Malice would wear a costume like this, not made of living vines but the skins of dead beasts. Not green but black and red and silver. Ivy looked into Sue's blue eyes and the roaring fires that broke her concentration and the thundering torrent that threatened to spring from her loins both quieted. Sue's eyes were kind. Kind and weak.
Sue Storm's body was perfect but her spirit was not. Not yet.
* * *
Priestess Ivy came back to herself with a shudder adoration and repulsion combined. The potential wasted in the weak spirit inhabiting Sue's ripening body repulsed her, the spirit that would be unleashed commanded her heart and heated her thighs. Turning away from the overwhelming temptation, she took a moment to survey the women passionately fucking one another.
Poison Ivy had turned warriors and princesses into obedient lesbian sluts. She looked at them and saw a garden. Or maybe an orchard. Neatly trimmed plants all tamely offering the fruits of their bodies to their gardener.
It disgusted her. She had mastered other women's spirits, and bodies too, before but never in such numbers and never to command for so long. Instinctively she wanted them to grow wild and unrestrained, to throw off the yoke of man and his sick civilisation, not to be regimented and weeded and domesticated. But though it though it was a sourness tainting the pleasure she was creating she knew she must continue.
It was necessary. It was needed to unleash Malice, to free the dark mother they must all serve without question or self-control. Besides Malice was the wildness that would make this right. She would take the garden Priestess Ivy had grown and she would fill it with briars and thorns. Their sap would be poison and their fruit death to Malice's enemy. Malice was the wildness of the jungle, all its savagery was in her and she would change her slaves.
Priestess Ivy squeezed Crystal's soft tits and wondered what become of the blonde. Would she be rendered a mindless blank-eyed thing useful only for sex and her power to make a black rock throne for Malice? Perhaps Malice teach her to hate and destroy? Ivy imagined Crystal as a cruel warleader. In Ivy's mind's eye she raided a village and used her powers to drown the men as they stood. The women's tears she turned to icy shards that shredded their clothes and flowed together to shackle their hands.
"Crystal? Crystal?"
"Yes, holy and beloved priestess?"
Crystal broke the kiss to reply as softly as Ivy had spoken. Namorita turned her attention to feathering Crystal's neck with faint kisses.
"Stand, Crystal. Namorita, remove the last of Crystal's clothes."
"Yes, priestess."
Crystal displayed her nakedness with pride. She felt no shame, rather arousal. Now she understood she was beautiful and her friends wanted to use her body as much as she wanted to gift it. It was strange she had not understood such a simple and obvious truth before. She thanked her ancestors that Priestess Ivy had come to teach her.
"She's beautiful, isn't she Namorita?"
Namorita was admiring Crystal's puffy pussy lips as if they were the most beautiful flower she had ever seen. It was only a fraction of the crazed lust and love that had filled her eyes when Ivy had finished instructing her and directed the Atlantean to look at Sue and imagine Malice.
"Yes, priestess. So beautiful."
"Crystal, kneel. Now open your legs and lean back on your hands. Crystal, do you want Namorita to visit your bud and blossom and drink your nectar?"
"Oh, Namorita. Taste me! Fill me with your tongue and fingers. Fuck me, Namorita, fuck me. Please! I want you so ba-- Oh, fuck, yes! Yes!"
Namorita's face was between Crystal's legs, one hand stretched out to fondle the blonde's boobs and the other grabbing an ass-check as it rocked on the heels of one foot. Ivy crept round and as Crystal writhed in pleasure found her ear again to whisper more complicated instructions into the Inhumans defenseless mind.
* * *
"I am Crystal, princess of the Inhumans Tribe of distant Attilan."
"I am Namorita, princess of Atlantis."
"I am Nova, Priestess of Galactus and conduit of the Power Cosmic."
"I am Alicia. I have rejected my inheritance and so Alicia is all I am."
"Excellent. Look Sue, you're bond-slaves are here."
Lyja the Skrull emerged from the shadows to stand at ease behind the other kneeling women. Her skin was deep green and her chin was ruffled. She still wore her huge padded purple shoulder-pads and purple thigh-high boots but otherwise she was naked. Her hands were at her crotch, the fingers of one hand rubbing her clit while two fingers from the other twisted inside her. Evidently she had been masturbating for some time.
"I am Lyja, warror of the distant Skrull Tribe. Once I was enemy of the Four Clan, but I rejected my people and gave myself as bond-slave to Jon-neh and his Clan. Now I wait the coming of Malice who shall make me her true slave never to escape."
Lyja pulled her fingers from her cunt and looked from Sue to Ivy. Ivy nodded. It was time.
"Slave to Malice!"
Lyja spoke the words with passion, her right hand forming a fist and struck her left breast in salute. The kneeling slaves copied at once. "Slave to Malice," they echoed with fervor as they struck fist to breast. Ivy did the same, thanking the Green and her secret herbs for the vision of her soon-to-be Queen. She was the only one who had seen, the only who knew the truth of the new mother of darkness they were creating.
Priestess Ivy signalled again and Lyja nodded in reply. Ivy craddled Sue in her hands, stroking her fertile body. The promise of Malice so close at hand kept her hands from straying higher to swollen breasts or lower to the channel for lovers.
The Skrull shifted forms growing taller as her breasts shrank and remaining clothes disappeared. Her skin turning the same pink as the rest of her adopted tribe. A loincloth sprung from her hips, hanging down at back and front its ragged blue fabric emblazoned with the white symbol of the Four Clan. Her hair became brown with white at the temples and her features were those of the chieftain.
Lyja bent and picked one of the strange black vegetables that now grew in places on the dirt floor of the hut. It was shaped like a cucumber but in color and texture it looked more like an eggplant, though it was far tougher and more flexible than either. Without hesitation she lifted her loincloth and plunged it into the cunt revealed below. As she worked it in her hips bucked and she staggered back a little as her over-stimulated body finally came.
"I am Chieftain Richards!"
Sue's glazed eyes slowly focussed on the Skrull imperfectly disguised as her beloved husband. The white orchid pollen made her innocent and unskeptical. It was so hard for her not to see what Ivy wanted. So much easier to believe the little play the priestess had scripted. Her mind's resistance was already ruins but a little held out.
"No, no, it cannot be. It is not."
Sue denied what she was being told. So Priestess Ivy added her own assurances as she stroked Sue's round belly.
"It is, Sue. It is your husband, the mighty Richards."
"No, Reed, you cannot be here. It is forbidden."
Sue's addled mind accepted the deceit. She believed this was Reed Richards, Chieftain of the Four Clan, her loving husband and father to the child growing within her. And he was here, desecrating the sacred space of the women!
"Quiet, you stupid bitch. I am chieftain and I go where I will."
"No, it is wrong."
Lyja's waist narrowed, small shapely breasts formed on her chest and her features took on a more feminine cast. Lyja was vital to Priestess Ivy's plans and so Ivy had lavished the most time and attention on her instruction. Now it revolted Lyja to take the ugly form of a man; only women were beautiful. But the great Priestess Ivy had taught her so much as she had fucked and fucked and fucked her. She had taught her that playing this role would help rouse Malice.
"Sue, dear Sue, you know I love you but this artefact is fascinating. I know I promised we would lie together but I must know... I'm sorry, good night honey."
'Reed' waved good night and waited. Lyja made a show of listening carefully. Sue was briefly confused and then she lethargically waved good night back.
"Nova, are you here? Come out, slave. Drink my seed!"
Nova pretended to be afraid as she crawled towards 'Richards'.
"But mighty chieftain your wife is close. Your seed is for her. She will find out."
"My wife is to stupid to find anything out and too ugly to deserve my seed. Now take my child-maker in your mouth and make me feel what that blonde bitch cannot."
Lyja grabbed Nova's hair and waited while the red-head quickly put a milk-fruit in her mouth. Then she slammed her big black vegetable dildo into the kneeling woman's mouth. She pumped it in and out with brutal relish. Eventually she pretended to thrust raggedly and swiftly and then tore the dildo out with a satisfied sigh. Nova bit down on the milk fruit and the chalky liquid within squirted out of her mouth.
"No, no, no," Sue was mouthing over and over as she cried wet tears. A dream, a vision, watching from invisibility, Sue's spirit that thinks would rationalise her ability to see this secret scene. And her spirit that feels would believe it had all happened.
Next it was Alicia's turn. Alicia begged 'Reed' not to take her, she was Ben's woman. Lyja struck her noisy but empty blows that would leave no mark and little pain. 'Chieftain Richards' relented and satisified himself with tit-fucking the blind woman as she continued to softly beg him to stop. Alicia's hands found Lyja's clit and rubbed circles over it. The dildo deep in Lyja's snatch rubbed wonderfully in her depths as it bounced between Alicia's big breasts. Lyja's moans of release were genuine, her cunt clenching in rhythm to the strawberry's blonde's jelly mounds wobbling when she came. Alicia broke more milk-fruit and rubbed their juice over her melons and chin.
"You won't tell Ben and you won't tell Sue."
'Reed' struck Alicia a final pulled blow and she crawled away whimpering.
"Ah, Crystal. My favourite. I love fucking blondes. At least those that don't repulse me."
Crystal stood before Lyja and shivered in anticipation her words denied. She had dressed again, careful to keep every knot as loose as possible. A breeze would be enough to undress her.
"Chieftain, please don't do this. Don't make me do this."
"Bend over you stupid slut. Bend over or I'll strangle you and fuck you while you sleep the dreamless sleep."
Crystal was still wet from Namorita's tonguing of her womanhood. Her thighs were wet with the other blonde's saliva and her own juices. Lyja struck her ass a sharp noisy blow as she bent at the hips to grab her ankles. She enjoyed the blow as much as Ivy had told her she would. More juice leaked out of her pussy. She loved a woman's touch soft or hard.
Crystal's pussy wasn't the only hole leaking. The oil of many olives leaked from her ass. Crystal hadn't been sure she would enjoy but Namorita's fingers had felt so good. And now she squirmed in expectant hope. Lyja was a woman and Crystal loved sex with women and soon Lyja would fuck her. And what was really making Crystal wet was knowing that by being fucked in her ass she would be helping Priestess Ivy in her most sacred mission.
'Reed' grabbed Crystal's hips and pushed the thick dildo a half-inch past Crystal's anus. Crystal moaned with unfeigned pleasure.
"Dumb blondes, you're all sluts. Stupid fucking sluts."
Priestess Ivy could feel Sue trembling as the red-head continued to rub her round belly. Sue's hands were clenched into fists and now she wasn't whispering "no". It sounded like "stop".
Lyja grunted and smirked as she slowly pushed the dildo deeper and deeper into Crystal's eager body. Crystal hands were no longer around her own ankles. One was between her legs as she mastubated. The other was gripping the end of the dildo, forefinger against Lyja's clit as both women thrust their hips to inch the dildo further in.
"Oh fuck, Crystal you're so tight. Is your pussy as tight?"
"Jon-neh, uh, Jon-neh..."
Crystal never finished the sentence as she came. Then Lyja's hips struck hers and the Skrull came too. Unceremoniously 'Reed' pulled herself free and Crystal slumped to the floor.
"Maybe next time I'll fill your belly with my seed. I've planted one baby but if it's not good enough, well... 'I'm sorry, Sue, I did everything I could but it was sickly.' Would you like that? To be my new blonde and I'll fuck you--"
"My baby! I'll kill you!"
Sue was screaming and struggling to rise. 'Chieftain Richards' was flung through the air to smash into a rock wall as an invisible force-field struck him. If Lyja had been anything less than a Skrull warrior and prepared for danger she might have been killed. As it was she had shapeshifted to a boneless form and would be no worse than bruised. Bruises she could disguise.
Through the pain Lyja watched Sue. The chieftain's eyes blazed with hate and something like madness.
"I curse you Chieftain Richards. I curse you and I turn my love to hate. You will know nothing from me but hate and malice. Malice!"
Priestess Ivy put forth her power and the white flowers about Sue's neck breathed a new pollen into furious face. The hate-filled woman paused a moment in consternation and then gently fell backwards to into Ivy's arms. Ivy's crowed in triumph. The blonde fallen angel had raged before her. Though the dark goddess had been glad in green her vision was near at hand. She felt Sue's baby kick. Malice would be born first.
Priestess Ivy had poisoned one of the three relationships that chained Malice within the Invisible Woman and kept her from the world. With the help of her willless followers the her love of her brother and her friendship with the rockman would wither and die.
"Slaves to Malice," she whispered to herself.
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