Emma Frost never thought she would ever be a slave.
Sure, she had had some near scrapes with the X-Men, and against the X-Men. She'd been tied up, and captured, and even stripped off her powers once or twice. She had been drugged, and taken hostage, but she'd always gotten out of it. Either with her own telepathic powers or one of her own allies coming to the rescue. Even if they could take her down, they couldn't take her out. She was the White Queen, after all.
That was also all before she had come to this crazy world. She couldn't even remember how she had gotten here - one moment it was a normal day in the X-Mansion, and the next it seemed that she had been transported into someplace out of Conan the Barbarian.
She had spent the first several days hiding the forests, observing the people in town and trying unsuccessfully to use her telepathy to contact another of the X-Men. It seemed like her powers did not work here, because she had tried to mind control one of the townsfolk and hadn't succeeded. That's when she decided that hiding was the better course of action, until she had more information with which to work with.
Of course, that was also before the...changes started occurring. Back on Earth, she had already been one of the hottest mutants on the planet. Not bragging, just simply stating a fact. Students would stare at her, her enemies would gape at her scanty attire (she wore it on purpose so that she could penetrate their mental defenses more easily) and she'd even caught Wolverine sneaking a peek now and then. To be honest, she liked it. It's always nice to be appreciated for what you have, and she had a banging body.
Ever since coming here though...her already large breasts had ballooned even further out, each now larger than her head and preventing her from even seeing her feet. She had watched in a mixture of bemusement and horror as each day they grew larger and larger. Her bra and costume had quickly become unwearable, so she had no way to know, but if she guessed she would estimate her new bust size as GG, or even GGG. Her nipples, too, had thickened and enlarged slightly, as well as becoming pinkish and engorged.
And that was just her top. Her behind had also expanded, becoming steadily curvier and rounder, as well as widening. Her hips had filled out, her waist had pinched in slightly, and her hair, already long and full, became shinier, thicker and longer. She could not figure out what was causing these changes (none of the womenfolk she observed looked like her) but they seemed impossible to stop and day by day she saw herself becoming sexier and sexier.
Those were just the physical changes. Mentally, she began to dream. Dream of huge, burly handsome men who took her roughly and in every way possible. Who sucked on her giant boobs and plowed her relentlessly until she screamed in pleasure. Who made her kneel down and service their long, erect cocks until they spurted a river of cum down her throat. She would go to sleep and wake up in a passionate sweat, moaning and caressing every inch of her new body until she came. At first she had tried to suppress the dreams and the desires that came along with them - trying out the same techniques she used when focusing her telepathic abilities. But by the third day or so she discovered that doing so was futile...the urges of her rapidly changing body was just too strong, overpowering even her years of training.
That was when she realized that she was a slave - a slave to her desires, a slave to her new body. And that she liked it.
But she still wasn't completely a slave at that point. She still had her freedom, her will, her search for her friends and a way offworld (even if by the end of the week, she spent most of the day masturbating by a pond) Until four men had suddenly shown up one day, looking very similar to the ones from her dream.
She had tried to speak to them. Tried to use her powers on them. But she had barely moved when one of them strode up to her, kissed her deep on the lips and proceeded to ravish her thoroughly. And when he was done, the others took their turn, bringing her to orgasm after earth-shattering orgasm. Eventually, she had passed out, her pussy sore from hard use and her throat raw from screaming in pleasure.
When she came to, she found herself bound (the White Queen! bound!) and being taken on board a caravan to who knows where. Gathering up her courage, she tried to ask any of the four men or the equally attractive and muscular driver where they were going. Their only response was to smile, give her some food and water, and begin another round of sweaty, furious sex.
So it was then that Emma Frost, the White Queen, strongest female telepath on her (well, one of the strongest anyway) found herself with her legs high above her head, giant boobs bouncing while her blond-furred pussy was pounded in another world, on board a moving caravan. That was when she realized that she was really a slave, and that she liked it.
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