Chapter 1 - 1

In the infinite multiverse, virtually anything you can think of exists somewhere. For the most gifted psykers and mental flensers who can shred the boundaries of universes as easily as they'd rip clothing, finding the reality of their dreams is as simple as imagining it.
 
Selene Gallio was one such person. A mutant, gifted with all manner of magical powers, who by many estimates was as much as 20,000 years old. She was a soul vampire, a creature who could consume the life-force of others in order to bolster her own, which lengthened her life, extended her youth, and even grew her powers. 
 
In an alternate reality, there is a Selene Gallio that is much like our own. The main difference? She lives in a version of earth where all women swing hefty cocks instead of tender pussies…
 
 
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Selene bit down hard on her lower lip, rolling it around in long, slow circles as she thought. The First Mutant closed her eyes, white pupils disappearing into a sea of black eyeliner and luscious lashes. As a telepath, she sometimes found it hard to concentrate on her own thoughts, because the thoughts of others were constantly brushing up against the glimmering edges of her powerful mind. But of course, there was one sure-fire way to focus.
 
A wet glurk issued from between her legs, and Jean Grey pulled back, sticking her tongue out and drooling profusely… but she didn't manage to get even half of the witch's dick out of her before Selene grabbed a fistful of hair and roughly tugged her back down, sliding inch after inch of fat cock into the Phoenix's warm throat. "Hmmm. Don't struggle," she whispered, her voice sibilant. Selene was thought to be at least fifteen thousand years old, and her speech had acquired a bit of a great number of different accents. In truth, she didn't know exactly how old she was, because when she was born, people didn't keep track of time at all. "Old enough," was her usual answer. She breathed deeply, swelling her chest and tilting her head back slightly, eyes still closed. She parted her lips, a gossamer strand of spit connecting her tongue to her lip, and she let out a pleasured gasp as she pulled Jean down even further. Jean gagged, her throat fighting against the thick shaft that abused her.
 
Ordinarily Jean would have been stronger, or at the very least Selene's equal. But something was wrong. Something the Phoenix hadn't managed to work out yet. Selene had somehow become unimaginably powerful, and even the X-Man's phenomenal telekinetic power was but a drop in the bucket of Selene's new abilities. Tears spilled down her cheeks as the telepath roughly used her throat, ramming her head against the base over and over and over again, ceaselessly… Selene found it was much easier to concentrate on the here and now when she was balls-deep in a gorgeous young heroine. Especially someone as powerful as Jean Grey, although multiple times already she'd lost herself in the pleasure of dominating an Omega-level mutant. "You are so far below me," she hissed, taking her leather switch in both hands and stretching it against the back of Jean's neck, pulling on it hard, hard enough to force the woman to tilt her head back and her body forward, thick cock pouring down her straightened throat and making her gag. Drool escaped from her pink lips, soaking Selene's balls, and she sneered. "And now you know it. You… are just my pretty little cocksucker." 
 
Once again she closed her eyes, focusing on projecting her consciousness far across the earth. She could see through a sort of psychic eye, watching a certain mutant with great concentration. The gorgeous Emma Frost, the Ice Bitch, the woman Selene had chosen as her next conquest. She never really tired of staring at Emma, particularly because she chose a very similar fashion to Selene herself: A corset, cape, and thigh-high boots. Emma favored her snow-white dress. Selene regaled herself in clothing as dark as silken midnight. 
 
After all, one could never have too many warm throats to dump their spunk into. She grabbed hold of Jean's hair and rammed herself down to the balls, cumming hot ropes into the heroine's stomach.  
 
* * *
 
Emma, meanwhile, was perturbed. She rubbed her temples, feeling the white cape tug at her shoulder. She, being a powerful telepath, could feel the disturbance that Selene's psychic strength was exerting on her, though she couldn't pinpoint the source or even guess at it. In all honesty it felt quite similar to a stomach-ache: A vague sense of unease. Her skin prickled, and she wet her lip, looking to the side. Feels like someone's watching me, she thought, narrowing her eyes and concentrating. Those feelings are rarely requited in real life, but for Emma, if she'd known just who was leering at her gorgeous body, she would never have gone to sleep that night.
 
But she did. She couldn't rid herself of that stomach-ache, and eventually stripped down to nothing and slid into the pure-white sheets of her bed. She turned onto her side and furrowed her brow, trying one last time, reaching out with scouting tendrils of mental energy… but found nothing. Usually another psychic presence felt like a sort of bubble in the mental realm, but she couldn't find it. It almost felt like the bubble was there, but when she reached out towards it, it bent inwards away from her tendrils, leaving her grasping at thin air. She closed her eyes and spread her legs slightly, letting her thick cock and fat balls breathe, instead of squishing them between her thighs. 
 
Sleep came almost immediately. She had the distinct feeling of falling backwards off a tall cliff, and going unconscious at the moment her feet left the rocks. A second of terror snuffed by the enveloping blanket of sleep…
 
She found herself in a dream. She was completely naked, and her skin prickled. Once again she had the distinct feeling of being watched. She looked around, spooked, but realized she couldn't see a thing, and could only really feel a dirty wet coldness in the air, and that she was standing barefoot in cold, stagnant water. She held out her hand and conjured a mote of mental energy, a white-glowing star that illuminated the chamber with firey hands. It looked like a sort of organically-grown tunnel, almost what you'd expect the esophagus to look like from the inside. But the walls were not pink like flesh, or grey like stone, instead the rock was a wet, glistening black. Emma could hear the chittering of life in the walls, like a thousand crickets or spiders. Naked, afraid, and almost completely driven by instinct (She was in a dream, after all) she ran forward, heavy chest bouncing and bare feet clapping the water with loud splashes. Her echoes ran up and down the chamber, filling her ears with even more chaotic noise, and she pressed her hands over her ears, shivering from the cold. 
 
On the wall just ahead was a large, pulsing object. Pinkish-black, throbbing like a heart, it looked like nothing but a hideous alien vagina. As Emma watched, it opened up, and a thick red placenta oozed out, the creature inside forming before her eyes. The sac broke and the infant thing tumbled to the ground, naked and soaked pink, breathing hideously. She took a step back, splashing loudly, and the thing looked up, staring at her with the eyes of an insect. Huge, rounded eyes and a slicked-back cranium. 
 
A Brood. An alien meant only for conquest, rape, and destruction.
 
Emma turned and ran, her heart pierced by a lance of pure terror. None of her self-control existed in her dream; she could only follow the narrative her subconscious had set out for her, but without even the safety of knowing she was merely an actor. She could barely run in the icy water, her toes stinging in pain. She could hear it running behind her, and she screamed, tripping over one of the ribs of the stony tunnel, landing with a splash in the dingy liquid. It clung to her like a second skin, a black placenta, and suddenly the Brood was on top of her, and she could feel its penis rubbing against her body, searching for entry. She gritted her teeth and cried out for help, as it roughly penetrated her asshole.
 
The Brood hissed. "No," it chittered, only moments-old but already sexually fully-developed. Its cold, insectoid hands wrapped around her and flipped her onto her back. It could tell that her asshole was no place for its children. But there was something else. It grabbed her plump balls with both of its spindly hands, hissing in pleasure as it found a worthy home. Emma screamed as the Brood aligned its worm-like ovipositor with her vulnerable cockhole, and without a moment's hesitation rammed itself deeply into her dick. Her back arched and she screamed in pain, violated, already able to feel the cold warmth of its eggs sliding into her body—
 
Emma Frost jolted awake, panting hard and lying in a pool of cold sweat. She made a noise of disgust, and tore the sheets from her body. "It was only a dream, it was only a dream," she repeated, trusting in the power of the truth as a mantra. But no matter how many times she said it, her brain didn't accept it. The terror wouldn't go. Emma wobbled her way to the shower in the middle of the night, and turned it up high, searingly-hot, washing herself of the painful memories of that dream and the icy feeling that had penetrated all the way to her bones. Her cock was tiny, shrivelled, and without realizing it she tucked it between her legs, hiding it, and making it for all the world look like she was a female: A smooth groin, not one with a fat masculine bulge.
 
* * *
 
Emma tousled her hair, letting it drape down over her shoulders. Platinum blonde. She was wearing something less revealing than usual, her breasts kept squeezed and juicy in a tight bra but her entire torso covered in a white wool sweater. She was feeling vulnerable. She'd covered up more than she ever had before. Last evening, and the dreams that followed, had disturbed her. She'd made up her mind to visit one of the strongest psykers she knew, Betsy Braddock, codenamed Psylocke.
 
Beset by a thousand unseen enemies, sweat dripped down every inch of Psylocke's exposed flesh. She wore nothing but a lycra sports bra, glistening and reflective, showing off the smooth orbs of her bountiful chest; and a similar pair of shorts, kept on with a belt showing the X-Man insignia. And, of course, she was wearing a blindfold, taxing her body and her mind simultaneously as she struggled to control the level of telepathy required to 'see' an opponent without her eyes. 
 
Psylocke was a whirlwind of energy. Bolts of pink and purple lightning sparked out from her fingertips, knocking humanoid combatants down in a single shot. They beset her from all directions, ceaselessly, and she kicked out behind herself, breaking a jaw here, ribs there, her heel enhanced with swirling magic. She gritted her teeth and hissed, tasting her own blood, moving so fast that it looked like she was two people, the arms of one and the legs of another, striking with blinding speed enhanced by energy. And yet they kept coming, rushing headlong at her, armed with simple steel knives that could never stand up to her mental might.
 
"Yaaaaah!" she hissed, sending energy down her arms. Twin katanas formed in her hands, and once again she became a tornado of death, spinning and swirling, cutting and slicing, severing head from heart and limb from life. Blood spattered her, hot and gooey, as the pile of bodies mounted at her feet. Slowly Psylocke was forced to climb on top of the corpses simply to stay above them. "I can't," she gasped, sliding both katanas into a man's chest before ripping them free and attacking another. She slowed. Their blows began to connect, sending lances of pain through her body. "If I could only see."
 
Energy blossomed in her chest, and she let out a psychic scream that knocked everyone to their knees. Electric-pink butterfly wings sprouted from her back and a maelstrom of mental force began to blow, centered on her, before instantly expanding to fill the entire Danger Room and blow away every last automated combat droid like it was so much wheat in a duststorm. 
 
Her psychic blast knocked out the Danger Room completely. The lights shut off, the holograms disappeared, and Psylocke fell to the ground, panting and dripping sweat.
 
She didn't know how long she stayed there, recovering her strength, before the door to the Danger Room opened with a pressurized hiss. She turned to the source of the noise as white light from the corridor spilled into the darkened space. "Only one woman could be white enough that she doesn't stand out from the light at all," Betsy said in a huff. She struggled to her feet, feeling like every muscle in her body was screaming out for her just to lie down. She was utterly out of energy. A kitten could have knocked her down and stolen her purse.
 
"The White Queen, in the flesh," Emma replied, stepping into the chamber. Pink sparks still danced across Psylocke's back. "I was coming to see you. It sounded like an explosion, are you all right?"
 
Betsy wiped sweat from her mouth, and rubbed it off on her bra. "Yes, fine. Although I think the Danger Room has seen better days unfortunately." She paused, chewing a lip. "I lost control."
 
Emma smiled and came closer, taking Betsy's shoulder like a friend. However, she couldn't quite stop herself from letting her eyes rove up and down Psylocke's dripping body. Almost naked, glistening with sweat, breasts heaving from exertion, and muscles tensed as tightly as steel cables. "We all lose control sometimes," she said pragmatically. "It's part of being a mutant, I think. Nobody knows the limits of their own powers until they push them, and when you reach somewhere you've never reached before, well… it can get crazy." She squeezed her shoulder and smiled again. 
 
"Thanks for the pep talk," Betsy said dryly, reaching up and squeezing Emma's hand. "You wanted to see me? Let's go for a drive, I could use the cool air blowing over my face right about now." She untied the blindfold from her face, and for the first time looked at the conservative outfit Emma was wearing. Odd.
 
Emma let down her guard, feeling kinship swell in her heart. It was at that moment that their unseen stalker struck. In an instant, Selene's phenomenal psychic force assaulted them both, with such strength and surprise that they were both knocked to their knees, clutching their heads. Betsy was in even worse shape, already weakened, she mewled like a child and twisted in hideous pain.
 
Neither of them were ready for an assault of that magnitude right in the heart of the X-Mansion. Betsy's mind, rather than damaging itself by fighting back, simply shut down for safety, and she passed out. Emma took another moment, grunting and pulling herself forward, blood streaming from her nostrils, a nosebleed caused by the crushing psychic pressure. Ultimately, she too collapsed, clutching her gut. And then, with a burst of light, both women disappeared entirely from the Danger Room, telekinetically removed from Earth's dimension and teleported… somewhere else.
 
* * *
 
Emma shifted weakly, coming to her senses at last. Her world spun, and a splitting headache arched across her mind, crushing her thoughts like a vice. She moaned and opened her eyes, but… it was so dark she could barely tell if she had opened her eyes. It was another thirty seconds before a single coherent thought surfaced. I'm freezing. 
 
She was so cold, so numb, that she hadn't even realized it until now. She took a deep, shuddering breath, filling her lungs with cold air, and quivered all the way down to her toes. She was bound in manacles above her head, fastened to the wall high enough that it was difficult for her to stand, but not low enough that she could sit on the floor. She fantasized that she could see her breath, but in truth there was no light, not even a mote. 
 
"Ah, there you are. Awake at last," a sibilant voice purred. Emma jerked forward uselessly towards the sound. "Tut, tut. So aggressive. And after I've gone to all the trouble of setting up your present accommodations." Selene stepped forward, light appearing around her body like a halo. She was wagging her finger like Emma was a child. "I think you'll need to be more friendly than that. Try again: Good morning, Mistress Selene."
 
"Go to hell," she spat, gathering up what saliva she could in her dry mouth and drooling it to the ground.
 
"Pathetic," she sneered, lashing out and slapping her soundly, leaving an angry red mark on her cheek. Emma cried out in pain and tugged away from her bonds, which rattled uselessly against the wall. "No, no. There's no escape. I've made quite sure: Your powers are all completely inaccessible. It wouldn't do very well for me to allow you to use telekinesis to free yourself, or shift yourself into diamond and simply break out. No, you'll find that you're quite human here." She said it like it was a dirty word.
 
It was at that moment that Emma realized she was virtually naked. Her clothing had been shredded, leaving her chest exposed and her cock hanging out as plain as day. She shrieked, and suddenly the terrible dream reappeared to her. The absolute terror she'd experienced surged through her body and her knees gave out, and she fell down like a bag of rocks, sobbing. "That's better," Selene cooed, caressing Emma's shaking cheek. "Horror, that's what I want to see. I want you to suffer." In an explosion of sadistic delight she lashed out with her switch, clapping Emma across the other cheek and making her turn away. "Suffer, suffer! Ahahahahaaha!!"
 
At last she stopped whipping her, breathing hard, with a wide grin on her face. 
 
"Is that… the worst you can do?" Emma breathed, blood oozing from her split lip. "You're nothing."
 
"No," Selene whispered. "I am not nothing. And it's certainly not the worst I can do." She clapped her hand around Emma's throat and forced her against the wall, choking her hard and grinding her skull against the black rock. Emma, bound in chains, couldn't even fight her off. Her eyes rolled back and she kicked out with her legs, desperately seeking firm ground to stand on. "Stay," Selene hissed, and with a small burst of psychic effort, a glowing ring of energy formed around Emma's neck, holding her right where she was. She could feel her blood pressure rising, and it didn't take long before she sprung another nosebleed, unable to speak, only trying her best to breathe. "Let me show you what the worst is."
 
She sank to her knees and took out a small glass phial. She raised it to her eyes and peered inside, staring briefly at the squirming insect trapped inside. "Do you know what this is? Of course you don't, you can't even look down to your toes. This is a larval Brood. I'll let you decide how to handle that information," she said ominously, but she didn't give the White Queen a moment to think about the implications, popping off the cork-top and pushing the glass lip against her cockhead, forcing it inside, forcing her urethra into a wide O and making her scream in pain.
 
The Brood chittered briefly, wiggling its feelers. It looked exactly like a tiny black shrimp but with bright red eyes and greyish claws. This was no bottom-feeder like Earth's shrimp, it was a fully-fledged carnivore even though it had barely grown longer than three inches. 
 
It smelled her.
 
With a joyous "Kee-kee-kee!" the tiny insect skittered forward, poking its twin, furry feelers into her urethra. Emma shrieked and wiggled, almost shaking the phial free. 
 
Selene held out her hand. "Stop!" she cried, and suddenly Emma's entire body was wrapped in a solid force field, holding her perfectly still, unable to move even an inch, except for her eyes. "First you refuse my hospitality, and now you're rude to this poor little Brood. I'll punish you~" she purred, grabbing Emma's dick and holding it straight, ramming the glass phial all the way down her shaft, making it bulge from the sheer size and hardness of it. "Don't move. You wouldn't want this glass to shatter while it's this deep," she said cruelly, making Emma whimper. Its antennae… were tickling her from the inside. It was the single most terrifying feeling she'd ever experienced. The Brood cried out again and began to crawl forward, its chitinous claws sinking into her ultra-sensitive flesh and pulling the hideous creature forward, its dozens of legs each offering their own unique hell as it rammed itself down her tight cock. And yet, the force-field was clamping down just as hard on her jaw as on her penis. She still had a mouth, but could not scream.
 
Its tiny, crusty little body inched forward, painfully sliding deeper and deeper into her vulnerable cock. Her eyes rolled back and she let out a tiny shriek, all she could manage as her body was turned into a breeding ground for this hideous parasite.
 
She closed her eyes and tried to ignore it, tried to clear her mind… but clearing her mind of thoughts only made the sensations more acute. She could feel it as it finally reached the base of her cock, squiggling free of her vas deferens and into the slightly wider tubes that lead to her bladder, her prostate, and eventually even her testicles. 
 
Selene let the force-field dissipate, along with the choker. Emma fell to the ground, or at least as far as she could before her hands were tugged violently back by the cruel iron manacles. She was drooling freely, her eyes rolled up in their sockets. It almost looked like she'd passed out, but Selene knew better. The telepath could tell that Emma was still squirming on the inside. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, linking her conscious mind with Emma Frost's, suddenly able to feel every sensation the heroine could.
 
And it was hell. The black shrimp was frantically scratching away at her innermost tubes, not only causing micro-tears in her sensitive flesh but stretching it out obscenely too. For all of its effort, it was barely propelling itself forward, an inch every few seconds, with practically feet of tract left to move through. Selene moaned, and wrapped her fingers around her own erection, jerking off slowly at the sensation of Emma's infestation. Thick, yellow sludge oozed from her tip with every beat of her heart as she focused on the Brood, urging it faster towards its destination.
 
Selene stood, on black high heels in front of the White Queen. Emma barely managed to focus her eyes on her captor, only able to vaguely realize that Selene's heavy penis was dangling in front of her. "Wait," she mumbled, but the witch grabbed her head and roughly pushed herself into her mouth. The taste was foul; strong and alien, and it made her retch. She was too weak to resist. Inch after inch of thick, throbbing cock poured down her throat and her eyes simply rolled back again, feeling the insect's claws pressing on parts of her body she'd never even felt before. She tried to speak again, but was simply rewarded with a warm, wet glurk as Selene pushed herself balls-deep in her loose throat. "Aaaaaaah, yessss. That's delicious," she purred. "Absolutely delicious." Pulling out in a long, slow motion, she peeled her dick back far enough to show that it was glistening with Emma's throat-juices. Thick saliva and mucus clinging to her inhuman dick.
 
I can piss it out, Emma thought suddenly, given a moment's clarity with the cock pulled free. She clenched down her groin muscles as hard as she could, far harder than she normally would since she didn't actually have to pee… pain blossomed through her body as she forced it. Selene, linked to her mind, realized what she was trying to do, and only laughed bitterly. "It's too late, far too late, my dear. It's well past the point where you can resist me," she said with great relish. "The great Diamond Queen on her knees before me, you have no idea how good this feels…" she slurped her tongue lustfully. 
 
A weak stream of golden piss surged out of Emma's dick, splattering against the floor. She was squeezing so hard it felt like she was going to pull a muscle. But she could follow the heat of the stream as it went through her body… and it was too low. The insect had already climbed past that particular tube. Emma wept hot tears as her mouth was violated once again, Selene fucking her deeply with a sigh of relief. "I'm serious, this feels amazing. I might keep you around as my permanent throatslave," she hissed, bucking her hips and thumping Emma's head against the wall. Everything hurt. Everything ached. This must be a nightmare, she thought weakly, as Selene pulled back before another twelve inches of dick slammed past her lips. If it was a nightmare, she hadn't woken up yet.
 
It took more than twenty minutes before, at last, the insect skittered back out of her body. But, perversely, it was actually deeper inside her than ever. Emma screamed hoarsely, her throat feeling torn and abused, as the Brood clawed its way into her dangling nutsack, a gross little bulge even visible from the outside as it stretched her tubes. "Ah~ I felt that," Selene cooed, clutching her own stomach like a pregnant mother might.
 
Please stop this, she thought, knowing Selene could hear her. 
 
No, came the simple reply. For all the times you've foiled me, I shall repay you a hundredfold and more.
 
She felt a warmth in her balls. Wh… what's it doing? She asked fearfully.
 
It's bonding with your testicles, just as they did with mine. You're going to be a Brood baby-factory, my darling. Her voice was dripping with malice, even in her telepathy. Your balls belong to me now. You'd better get used to it, because the process is irreversible. She took great pleasure in dropping this particular truth-bomb. Enough pleasure that, at last, she came, grunting loudly and slapping her balls against Emma's chin. "Nnnnnnh, take it, you dirty whore," she hissed, "I've always wanted to fuck your face like this." She kept thrusting, pulling out only the last two inches of dickmeat before slamming back in, thick strings of cum connecting her veiny shaft to Emma's porcelain lips.  dumping her hot, filthy load deep inside her, rope after rope of gooey nutsludge.
 
Please help me, Emma Frost thought weakly, her eyes fluttering shut, feeling her stomach bulge slightly with the size of Selene's orgasm… But she wasn't speaking to her captor. She was reaching out with her mind to anyone… anyone who was listening.
 
But she was speaking to an empty room.
 
* * *
 
Unbeknownst to her, Psylocke was relatively close. Somewhere else in the vast complex, she was just beginning to awaken. She'd been kept forcefully asleep with Selene's psychic pressure, and at last it alleviated. Psylocke shocked into consciousness, panting, dripping cold sweat. She slid to her knees, and even managed to struggle to her feet before the weakness in her knees forced her back to the ground. "Ow… what happened?" she whispered, cradling her aching head. "Where am I?"
 
She looked around. The room was dimly-lit, if indeed it could be called a room at all. The walls looked like tightly-grown trees, and the ceiling was a dense leafy canvass. Presumably she could climb one of the trees and simply slip out. She took a deep breath, and sank her hands into the dirt, squeezing her fingers in. The ground was loose and light, oddly wet, and as she pulled her hands away, she realized they were covered in a thin, glistening slime. "What on earth…?" she gasped, and grabbed handfuls of earth again, tearing it up. She recoiled with a hideous gurgle.
 
Just beneath the dirt surface was like a solid wall of worms, filthy and slimy, writhing and squirming around each other in innumerable slimy knots. She pulled her lip back in disgust, and suddenly realized there were worms crawling on her skin. "Fuck! Gross! Eeeeeugh!" she spat, wiggling her hands quickly and sending dozens of the things flopping to the ground. But quite a few landed on her, as well, and oozed onto her skin. She realized with a start that she was completely naked, and tried to stand up… but her legs wouldn't respond, not even a little.
 
"Mmmm, starting to understand, I hope?" Selene cooed, stepping into the room from an unseen entrance.
 
"Bastard, it was you," Psylocke hissed, and jerked in her direction, grasping her fist tightly and throwing a punch… her legs didn't move, and she almost fell onto her face, her punch pathetically slapping against the wet ground. She hadn't even managed to wreathe her fingers in energy.
 
"Hahaha," the witch chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest, pushing up her breasts as she did. "Well, yes, it was me."
 
"What have you done with Emma!?" she raged, digging her fingers into the dirt and pulling herself forward. Her legs weren't numb, they just… weren't responding in any way.
 
"Oh, nothing too bad. I imagine you'll find out later. For now let's just say… I fucked her sideways." 
 
Psylocke's expression darkened. "If you hurt her I'll—"
 
Selene broke out into villainous laughter. "You'll what? Crawl at me? You're pathetic. Of course, most people aren't much better than writhing worms once you paralyze their body with hypnosis."
 
Psylocke growled and tore at her hair. "Hypnosis? You coward. What are you going to do to me?"
 
Selene put her nose in the air. "What am I going to do? Nothing. I'm just going to watch… you should ask what they are going to do to you."
 
She was just about to ask who 'they' were when she felt it. A wetness between her legs. With an irritated grunt, she pushed herself onto her back, and gasped loudly as she saw it. The ground had been torn up, revealing the ocean of worms. Several larger ones had poked out of the writhing mass and seemed to be staring at her. "Get away from me," she hissed, making a fist once again and…
 
Fell straight onto her back. "What's happening…" she moaned. The worms sensed her weakness, and attacked. A worm's body is basically one enormous muscle, and in seconds, a few of the huge ones had wrapped themselves tightly around her ankles. The cold, slimy mucous felt absolutely revolting and Psylocke jerked away, barely having control over any of her body.
 
"What's happening? I told you I wouldn't do anything… but I won't let you do anything either. I won't let you hurt my gorgeous babies," she whispered huskily. She… she was actually cradling one of the things like it was a pet. "So you don't get to use your legs to run, or your arms to squish. Buuut~ You still get to lie awake as they infest you."
 
That word, 'infest,' sent hideous shivers down Psylocke's spine. "No, no no, please, stop this, stop—" she gasped, before she was cut off. Her mouth hung open loosely.
 
"Your voice irritates me. I'll just take that away too."
 
Psylocke tried to scream, but nothing came out. She couldn't move a muscle, not a twitch. She felt her legs get lifted into the air, and stared down as hundreds of worms slithered onto her body. They slithered into her hair, between her fingers, into her warm armpits and groin. She couldn't move as several worms worked their way into her ears, burrowing deeply in an instant. Her mouth popped open.
 
But nothing could have prepared her for what would happen next.
 
One of the larger ones, the muscular ones, wrapped itself around her cock, corkscrewing up and around, before squeezing tightly, almost simulating an erection. She couldn't even gasp, could barely even breathe. As she watched in horror, dozens upon dozens of smaller worms inched their way up her body, drawn by the smell of sex wafting from her cockhead.
 
There was nothing she could do.
 
The first worm pressed its slick, round head against her urethra, and after a moment's effort, poked its front inside her dick. It put its tail in the air, and gravity pulled it down, lubricated by its own hideous slime. Psylocke could feel it sliding inexorably down. Emma could piss, she couldn't even blink. It took a few seconds for the hideous thing to reach her body, and by that time there were more worms at her urethra, jostling wetly with each other for the chance to go inside. They rubbed their filthy heads against her crown, two and three at a time, stretching her cockhole out as Selene watched, masturbating to the sight. "Oh, what joy this brings me, to see you making room for my children, darling." Her voice curled with malice. Thick yellow sludge oozed from her tip onto Psylocke's face.
 
It was the most terrifying nightmare imaginable: A horror beyond imagination invading her body, and she couldn't even try to stop it. Even in our worst dreams, we can still run away from the monster, but Psylocke was psychically locked inside her own body, a prison of flesh. Dozens of squirming beasts oozed their way into her body, each one leaving it looser than before. The pleasure was intense, and she couldn't have stopped her erection anyway. As it felt her throb, the thick worm released her shaft and nudged the others out of the way, bullying them aside to make room for itself. Psylocke begged her, Oh, god, no, please, don't let that thing go in me, anything but that! 
 
Selene just moaned in response, jerking herself faster and spilling her stinking cum onto the telepath's face. "Your pain… is so delicious," she whispered, licking her first hand clean and crudely masturbating with the other one. "I haven't feasted on pain this strong in years. I really appreciate the effort." Psylocke managed to let out a single, plaintive groan as the thick worm pushed into her cock, splitting her slit wide and stretching her urethra to obscene proportions. She made another noise, a weak crack of her dry throat. "Oh, yes," Selene purred, returning her hand to her prick and gently fingering her own gaping cockhole. "Thank you for reminding me."
 
The heavy worm was having trouble sliding deeper, but by pushing against the bulk of the others, it oozed down her vas deferens and poked into her body. At last it was deep enough that it could push itself, and Psylocke could feel every inch of it squirming, making its way farther into her. It drooled grease, lubing up its own route, and the route for every worm to follow. She felt the very tip of its tail wiggle violently as it squeezed itself fully inside, destined for who knows where. Something even worse was happening.
 
Stunned as she was, she couldn't fight it off as worms began to slide into her mouth and down her throat. A warm, wet, soft bed for them to lay, they came by the dozens, completely filling her mouth with squirming wet meat as they struggled to force themselves into her stomach. Her eyes rolled back and she screamed inside her own mind, screaming over and over at the absolute violation she endured. Thick worms inched their way into her body ceaselessly for the next hour, until her gut felt like it was going to explode and her prostate was under serious pressure from the sheer number of worms that had made their home in her seminal chamber, not to mention the dozens that had infested her balls. They were quite visible from the outside, appearing like thick, disgusting veins coating every inch of her taut sack… and they were, of course, squirming. 
 
"There's a good girl," Selene cooed, getting down on one knee and tilting her cock towards Psylocke's face. "Open wide." Even after every last worm had forced its way down her throat, she still couldn't close her jaw. "I'm been saving my orgasm for you. Here," she whispered, thrusting her thick cock straight down her ruined, oozing throat. "Ohhhhh, wow! You're so slimy inside, it's like pushing into a gel," she crooned. She wrapped her hands around Psylocke's neck and squeezed down hard, choking her, but tightening the hole for her own pleasure. "Now now, sit still dear," she grunted, hilting just three times before her pleasure peaked, resting her heaving, musky balls right on Psylocke's eyes, blinding her as she came. Lumpy, tar-like cum spurted from her head, along with a huge number of infant worms, just a centimeter long and as thin as a fingernail. Selene made sure that Psylocke knew exactly what was getting pumped inside her by flashing her violent psychic images.
 
But, as she did, Psylocke managed to pass out, her conscious mind having undergone too much stress. The ribbed tails of hideous worms bulged from her once-toned stomach and her sagging balls, and they bred frenziously inside her.
 
Selene puffed, and pulled her cock free of the heroine's throat, dripping with yellow ooze. She'd been robbed of some of her fun. She eased onto her butt, and reached out, grabbing Psylocke's nuts in her hand. "These will make good food for the little ones," she whispered, before crushing them in her fingers, popping both of her testicles into a gooey paste. Almost immediately she could feel the worms react to the new source of food, happily absorbing it through their slimy flesh until there was nothing left of her poor little eggs. And they'd already made a hearty meal of her semen… Psylocke, for all human reproductive purposes, was completely sterile. 


* * *
 
Emma bolted awake, sitting straight up in bed with beads of sweat dripping down her nose. She made a weak gasp and looked around the room. She was home. It had all been a dream. The worst and most vivid nightmare she'd ever had. 
 
"It was just a dream, it was just a dream," she repeated, her heart hammering in her chest… but just like before, it didn't help the shaking feelings, and unlike before, this time she didn't even believe it herself.
 
She kept saying it, more and more quietly, as she stepped into the shower. She closed the glass door behind her and pressed her back against the wall, turning the tap almost all the way to the red and letting the warm hiss of water wet her skin. She couldn't even hear herself say the words anymore over the noise of the shower, and finally she stopped. Something was very, very wrong.
 
It was early in the day, and she had nice, stiff morning wood. She closed her eyes and wrapped her fingers around it, and almost gasped. It was more sensitive than ever before. She moaned gently as she started to jerk off, slapping her pinky finger against her balls as she milked herself. Her balls were tingling, her cock was aching. She thought of Psylocke, almost-naked in her workout gear and dripping sweat from the effort of fighting off the Danger Room. Emma bit her lip and tilted her groin forward, briefly wondering if anything yesterday had been real, or if it had been a dream from the moment she woke up. She felt sure that she'd gone to the X-Mansion and seen Betsy there. And then… it was a blank. Something happened. I dreamed. I woke up. That's all that happened.
 
She clutched her chest, and shivered in the warm water. Rivulets of moisture slipped down her perfect body, rolling over her breasts and hips, soaking her dick and running to its tip. It still felt so… so tender. So sensitive. She took a deep breath, and said it one last time: It was a dream. Nothing happened. It wasn't real.
 
She opened her eyes and looked down at her dick. It was itching intensely, and something was visibly moving beneath the skin. Her balls were sagging lower than normal, and covered in red welts. Emma screamed and screamed, pulling her hand away from her cock and pressing her palms against the wall. Her erection wilted before her eyes, but kept moving, wiggling, shifting organically. As she watched, a pair of fuzzy antennae poked out of her shaft, followed by a thick, writhing insect body. It looked like a cockroach… Cock-roach! What a hideous word at this moment! The roach oozed out of her dickhole, stretching it into a long shape, before its sharp little claws bulged from her urethra and skittered across her skin. Emma shrieked and slapped at it, but its hard shell protected its soft interior. The cockroach fell from her dick and onto the floor, swimming limply before the water washed it away down the drain.
 
Then the dream began to decay. The warm, white walls of the bathroom peeled away, revealing glistening black rock underneath. The hot water from the shower turned cold, and the linoleum under her feet crumbled into dust. She danced to the side, and everything rushed back to her in one horrible wave of realization. She stared at her lumpy balls, curling her lip in disgust. Another bug forced its way free from her cock and splatted wetly against the damp rock floor. She shivered from head to toe and pressed her back against the wall, sliding down the wall until she could wrap her arms around her legs. 
 
"Emma? The Frost Queen? Weeping for me? What a delight." 
 
She barely managed to raise her head. Selene's dark voice wafted over her and struck dread even deeper into her core. She answered back in a croak, her throat sore from the constant screaming. "Why are you doing this?" Her chest heaved with another sob. 
 
Selene stepped into the light, towering above her. Her cock hung just an inch from Emma's face. "I shouldn't tell you. Isn't it the downfall of every villain to reveal their plans?" A cruel grin crept across her face. "You know I am a soul vampire. My powers grow greater from every person I kill…" she flashed her sharp teeth. "But, I can gain the same amount of power from being worshipped as the Goddess I am." Selene showed her palms, which were intricately-tattooed. "And I realized… If my powers are only limited by the number of people worshipping me… why not get a little clever?" She wrapped her hand around her dick and slapped Emma's face with it, leaving strings of slimy pre dripping down her cheeks. "I made a pact with the Brood. They can reproduce endlessly, and they've always had a queen at the top of their civilization…" 
 
Selene relished the look of horror that crossed Emma's face. "That's right," she cooed, "I'm the new broodqueen, with billions of alien worshippers feeding me every moment of the day." She held out her hand, and with a casual flick of her wrist, tore open a dimensional gateway. Emma stared through the portal, too weak to try and run. Selene exhaled and the portal closed, leaving nothing behind but a whitish mist. "I can bend the multiverse with a thought," she hissed. "And all it requires is that I give my hive the breeding partners they so desperately crave."
 
"No," Emma whispered, feeling the witch's mind clamp down on hers once again. "No, please…" she could barely hear her own voice. Selene pulled her slave into the middle of the room, and stood behind her, eyeing up her perfect body. 
 
"Yes," she said. "It's as simple as that. You're a bug-breeder now. Wouldn't you say it's a fitting punishment for someone who's foiled me time-and-time-again?" She shoved Emma to the ground, staring upwards and shivering in the puddle of cold water. With an erotic hiss, she leaned in and wrapped her hands around Emma's throat, pressing down on her windpipe gently with both thumbs. "I'm going to rape you. I'm going to ruin the gorgeous body you hold so dear." She couldn't resist spitting onto Emma's face. "Slut." She squeezed her throat, and Emma gurgled, too weak to fight back.
 
Selene backed off slightly, placing one hand on Emma's chest just for support, but wrapping the other one around the White Queen's cock. "I shall make you hideous," she whispered, gently, lovingly stroking her aching dick. "I shall make you grotesque." She gripped her harder, and teased her passionately. "I shall make you perfect."
 
With a snap of her fingers, Selene conjured a long rod of solid energy. It was a strange shape, very thin at the tip but still smooth, clearly not a weapon. It grew thicker with every inch, smoothly, with an almost hypnotic grace. "Do you know what this is?" she cooed, running her silken fingers over the tip of the floating object.
 
Emma knew what it was, but she had to force herself to say it. "A-a s-sounding rod?" Her voice had a hint of hope that she was wrong.
 
"Right you are," Selene purred, licking her ruby lips. She exerted her powers more, and four energy rings snapped in place around Emma's wrists and ankles. The girl whimpered and fought limply against the bonds. Selene grinned even wider, and wrapped her hand around Emma's jaw, stroking it lovingly. "Tsk. I know, it must feel so unfair, mm? To be caged like this… I promise you, if I was doing anything else I'd just leave you to squirm. But this can be very delicate. You'll have to trust me that this is in your best interest as well as mine." As she spoke, she brought the rod up to her mouth, and when she had finished speaking, pushed it inside, wetting it with her tongue. She even pushed it deeper, making it poke against her cheek, and she laughed at Emma's expression. "Let's start," she said, roughly grabbing Emma's cock, tight enough that her long fingernails almost sank into the flesh. She aligned the dripping rod with her slave's urethra, and Emma let out a plaintive cry for help as she pushed it inside. 
 
Just like before, it was the strangest feeling of being stretched. With her urethra scratched-up by the shrimp-creature and the cockroaches that had forced their way out, it was impossibly tender and enormously painful. She screamed and arched her back, struggling to free herself as pointlessly as before. Selene just grinned, and pushed the sound deeper, its widening head quickly stretching Emma's cock to the breaking point. "No, no!" she yelled, helpless to stop her, jerking her body this way and that… unable to resist. The rod smoothly slid down her cock inch by inch, the way it was meant to do. Her foreskin peeled back and she stared at the bizarre shape her cockhead had taken. Usually it was nice and thick compared to the shaft, but her cock was getting stretched out so far that her glans had squashed outwards into a gross, throbbing little cap on her dick. At last the sound reached its full thickness, stretching Emma's cockhole over an inch and a half, which was even thicker than her dick before they'd started. She whimpered and curled her toes as Selene kept pushing, kept stretching, and finally the thin tip of the rod slipped past her cock and poked into her groin.
 
An explosion of pain. Her eyes rolled and she saw stars. "Aaaaah! It hurts!" she cried, body automatically trying to reach for her cock, but bound tightly by unbreakable coils. "IT HURTS! PLEASE STOP! STOP!"
 
Her screaming was nearly drowned out by Selene's malefic laughing. "Yes, yes! Scream more! It fills me with such joy to hear you in pain, bitch-queen! What's wrong? Does it feel like something's wrong with your prostate? Hahahahaha!"
 
Deep inside Emma's body, her prostate gland had swelled thanks to the insertion of the hideous insect. It had been hard at work, making her body into its new home. Stretched, swelled, the tiny organ had become incredibly sensitive, and now Selene was roughly prodding it with her sound. Emma felt her asshole twitching, her muscles going slack. Filthy juices leaked out of her ass. Semen.
 
"Oooh, who put that there?" Selene cooed, slapping Emma's face. "I do wonder, though I don't care. It's just more proof that you're a disgusting skank." She slapped her again, and then shoved the rod to its full depth. The small, smooth head stabbed her deeply, warping the shape of her aching prostate… and with a tiny pop and a small gush, it burst like a balloon poked by a needle. Pain surged through her body in a hot lance from her groin to her skull, the single most devastatingly harmful sensation she'd ever been subjected to. She screamed, writhing in intense pain; her asshole leaking thin, watery sludge from the ruined organ. The throbbing in her cock stopped, once and for all, and what little blood was left in her rod drained out, never to be replaced. She was permanently soft, unable to get hard, unable to produce semen. 
 
But the insect abusing her body only grew more aggressive as she softened. Fluid drained from the chamber around it, and it acted fast to avoid being flushed out, biting down hard on her inner walls and sinking its pointy legs into her flesh, anchoring itself there and waiting for Selene to complete the rest of the process.
 
"Your screaming was fun for a while, but now it's offending my ears. Stop," she commanded, holding out her hand. A force-field winked into existence on the tip of Emma's tongue and quickly grew until it filled her entire mouth, forcing her jaw open so hard it felt like it would break. Her screams were muted, weakly filtered through her throat now, as her head was forced back by the pain of her jaw splitting, a hair's breadth from dislocating. "Blessed silence," Selene breathed, whipping Emma's face raw with her leather switch. The ruined girl could barely tilt her head to the side to resist the blows, and thin wounds opened on her cheeks, bleeding slightly, while other parts of her face plumped up like a black eye.
 
All the while, Selene was stroking herself off, staring at Emma's jiggling tits and masturbating. When she was hard enough, she took Emma's limp shaft in her hand and stood it upwards, the ruined, gaping urethra staring her right in the eye. She licked her lips as she gazed at her newest cocksleeve, and pushed her dick into the warm pink hole.
 
Emma's body jerked, but she barely made a noise as the villain's cock pushed deep, her cockslit already shaped perfectly for raping thanks to the discarded sounding rod. Tears spilled from her eyes as Selene grabbed her breasts and roughly groped her, panting lewdly as she thrust into Emma's onahole. "You know, in some universes, women have a different hole in front of their ass." She leaned in and licked the tears from Emma's cheek. "They call it a pussy. I think that's what I'll call it, too." She cackled and lifted up her leg, getting a better angle for thrusting. Emma mewled as inches of thick shaft slammed into her body, that bulbous cockhead seriously stretching her, ruining her. With every fresh assault, the gape grew wider and more permanent. With every breath, she was becoming less of a woman, more of a sex toy. A doll. A breeder. 
 
"Mmm, your pussy feels good," Selene said, licking her teeth with the tip of her tongue. "I'm sure my little ones will agree, mmm?" She groped her chest harder, hurting her, filling her with fear. "Mmmh. I bet you can feel it… squirming inside you. I'm jealous." She made a crude slurping sound. And it was true, she could feel it. The parasite virtually eating her alive, making her body into its home. She rolled her eyes back and let out a pathetic moan, unable to deny that on some level this felt good. Before today she never would have considered herself a submissive slut, but now… Subconsciously she rolled her hips back against Selene's, easing her dick deeper, deeper into her limp cock.
 
"I can feel it," she whined, "You're so deep inside me… it hurts…" Her voice came out in a feminine whimper, and after a moment, she even let out a horny gasp of undeniable pleasure. She opened her eyes wide and stared at Selene, daring the witch to comment, but she just showed her teeth in a cruel grin and kept thrusting.
 
There were no more words. The sex became animalistic, with Selene's erotic moaning filling Emma's ears. Frost barely had enough strength to cry for help, her fingers curling weakly as she stretched out her arm. "Don't," she gasped, before Selene thrust deep and her mind went blank, her every thought wiped out from the pain as easily as foam over a whiteboard.
 
Selene tilted her head. "Oh. I was hoping you'd be conscious for the last, best part. And I don't think I'll be disappointed." She lashed out her hand with a clawlike grip, digging into Emma's mind with a brutal mental spike and dredging up her consciousness. Emma took a deep, shuddering breath, her eyes rolling wildly as the magic took its toll. She came violently back to herself at the moment when Selene's balls smushed against hers. So much bigger, so full of cum, and here she was getting fucked like a teen on prom night. She closed her eyes and wept bitter tears as her mortal enemy filled her full of dick. Selene's panting was growing louder, she was so close, and as she watched all hope drain from Emma's body, she came.
 
A hot gush of thick cum. Selene cried out in bliss, grinding her balls against Emma's, cumming deep inside. Her semen flooded her body, surging through her urethra and delicate tubes, before finally splashing up against the cockroach in her prostate. In moments, it was swimming in Selene's jizz, and her own swimmers fertilized its eggs, every last one of them, ensuring that Emma would be permanently squirting out its babies as long as she lived. She was drooling on herself, body jiggling weakly as she was fucked, Selene's cum filling her so completely that, with a wet schurp, her balls started to swell. Bloated with the witch's cum. She whimpered as they stretched, and soon the stretching was painful, her balls turned red… and burst open, unable to contain her seed and Selene's too. 
 
She was out of screams. She bit her lip until it bled as the ruined remains of her testicles splattered the ground, soaked with a mixture of Selene's yellowed cum and her own. Pinkness coated her inner thighs like the blood of a lost virginity. And… she was pregnant. She could feel the creature stirring within her. She passed out once again, becoming almost comatose with her heart barely beating. Selene pulled her cock free of Emma's sloppy, ruined pussy, completely limp and worthless. "That's enough for today," Selene whispered, wiping her cock off with her hand and flicking the discarded jizz onto Emma's face. "And tomorrow you'll get to learn what 'the worst I can do' really is."
 
* * *
 
Psylocke awoke with a start, with sweat dripping off her nose. There was a strange feeling in her body, an unexplained pressure in her groin. But she couldn't focus on that, she couldn't focus on anything. Her head felt like it was about to explode with dizziness. Total disorientation. She pursed her lips and spat onto the floor. The spit flew straight forward and landed on the wall in front of her.
 
It took her a moment to understand: She was lying on her stomach. What she thought was the wall was just the floor. But no, not lying down. Her knees hurt, and her gut was uncomfortably squished. She couldn't move her hands. A nervous "Eep!" came from her throat as she turned her head to the left, to the right, and realized she was trapped in a wooden stockade. Her wrists and neck were locked completely in place. "Selene," she hissed. "You really like your bondage, don't you?"
 
The witch laughed, materializing from dark smoke a few feet in front of Psylocke. "Just look at me," she purred, holding open her palms and indicating her body. Toned, lithe, with pale skin and ultra-tight clothing. Leather straps and ropes were on full display. And, of course, lingerie that showed off just how massive her bitchbreaking shaft was. "Of course I love tying you up… but really it's just so you don't crush my babies."
 
The memories crashed into Betsy's mind like a tidal wave. "Ohhhhh," she moaned, wrenching her eyes closed. Worms… worms had infested her body. Hideous, squirming, slimy little beasts… she shuddered heavily, her cheek twitching, before finally she turned her head up once again and glared her captor in the eyes. "And what now? Gloating?"
 
Selene paused, and put her finger on her lip. A pregnant moment. "Not specifically, but if you keep talking I'll have no choice but to keep making fun of you."
 
"I'll give you no such pleasure!" she spat, shaking in the stocks.
 
A ruby grin crossed Selene's lips, and she sauntered around behind her, placing her hands on Psylocke's perfect, tight ass. "That's fine, you can give me another kind of pleasure instead."
 
Betsy felt tears well on her eyelids. Was there any hope? As Selene aligned her hole-wrecking fucktool with her unprotected asshole, she knew there was not. It was all she could do to bite her lip as she was suddenly and roughly drilled open, letting out a whimper of pain at the searing heat in her stretched sphincter. "Incidentally, I find it rather pleasurable when you scream. So I'm going to do my best to make this hurt."
 
Balls-deep. Balls-deep in one smooth, brutal motion. Psylocke roared and threw back her head, whacking her skull against the wooden stocks. Her cock twitched, her prostate undeniably stimulated as that throbbing monster ruined her asshole and slid deep into her unwilling body. Selene's girth bulged out of her stomach, right above her own cock, which bounced around helplessly in its hardness. "Don't," she managed to gasp through clenched teeth, and Selene just laughed. She slapped her ass nice and hard, enough to make her fingers tingle, and leave a red imprint. Psylocke jerked forward, the lock rattling, and for a moment she looked almost like a cow in a meat processing plant, unable to move, unable to do anything but low and await its end; a swift metal bolt straight through the eyes.
 
"Don't fret, darling," Selene hissed, reading her mind. She conjured a psychic collar around Psylocke's throat and pulling back hard on it, choking her as she fucked her ass. "Your end will be much slower than a cattle-bolt. Much more painful. Much less humane~" she gasped, going over the moon in her own sadistic pleasure. The collar tightened as she pulled, and Psylocke's blood pressure dipped, briefly her vision exploded into an orgasm of color as she suffered a minor stroke. 
 
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, her eyes crossing and her fingers clenching. "Please… give me ai—chhkk!" Selene choked her again, silencing her request for air.
 
"Give you something? A whore like you only needs more dick, isn't that right?" She thrust again, grinding her thick cock through Psylocke's body, penetrating deep and bruising her innards. The pressure was unbearable, and that dick was only making it worse. Not to mention the pathetic throbbing in her own little dick, unable to resist getting hard while her prostate was pounded…
 
And then it happened. She felt it. A bizarre tickling deep in her groin. Her cock was moving, but it wasn't her heartbeat causing it. There was something… inside her dick. Something fighting to come out. She almost turned green as she realized it could only be one of Selene's worms writhing its way up her urethra. She clenched her teeth and screamed in frustration, unable to stop the little monster from coming closer, closer… tickling her! She felt something ooze from her cocktip, but it wasn't cum; it was the worm's own fluid slime meant to oil her up and make it even easier for it to slide free. She hadn't even realized that she was crying until now…
 
There was nothing she could do. Inch by inch it made its way down her dick. Selene never slowed her thrusting for an instant, obsessed with pounding Psylocke's prostate, obsessed with ruining her body in every way she could. With one final squeeze the worm popped free; its disgusting rounded head wriggling in the open air. She screamed in distress and shook her body, trying feebly to escape her bonds, while drool oozed from her open mouth. 
 
Perhaps sensing the success of their brother, the other worms grew more aggressive. Or, perhaps it was simply the fact that her tunnel had already been well-lubricated by the first one! Lube slopped from her cockhole as the worms fought each other, each trying to be the first one out like depraved sperm, splattering grossly onto the floor. Psylocke screamed again, her cock aching, desperate to be touched as the witch pushed against her love button. Her eyes rolled back and she came suddenly, squirting corrupted seed onto the floor along with a bevy of worms. Her urethra looked like it split wide open as the torrent of worm-infested semen gushed nonstop, tears rolling from her eyes. Selene didn't stop rutting, continuing to pack her full of cock in search of an orgasm of her own.
 
"Damn… you…" she wheezed, the powerful jolts of orgasm still coursing through her body. It wasn't pleasant in the slightest, a purely physical reaction that left her shuddering, weak in the knee. Under the ceaseless pounding, she finally went limp, sobbing freely while pink worms writhed free of her dick. Selene grunted and pulled back on the collar, cinching it tight around Psylocke's neck. "Go tighter, you loose bitch," she hissed, bucking her hips and bruising her insides. And then, unexpectedly, on some unconscious level Betsy obeyed, clenching her asshole as tight as she could and providing a smooth grinding place for m̵̴̢i͏̡s͢t͏r̕͞es̢s̵̶
 
She blinked rapidly, vision bleary, moaning in distress. What was that… what was that stray thought that had echoed across her mind? Something about Selene… about a mistress? She realized how uncomfortable she was, how tightly she was holding her ass closed, ho͜w̷ ģơo̷d h̶er͘ ̸cock̢ ͟felt̛…
 
"Aaaaaahh," she wailed, scrunching up her face in discomfort. "What… what's happening?"
 
"I think you're just coming around to my point of view," Selene whispered, forcing herself balls-deep inside. "You'll be mine before long. For now, just let me enjoy fucking your unwilling body." Betsy's eyes rolled back and she let out a scream of deepest horror, realizing that unless she fought it, she was likely to end up as the witch's pleasure-slave, trapped in her own mind while her body was used and abused.
 
Selene tugged one last time on the psychic leash, choking out the woman and making her clench. Every inch of her bowels squeezed down on that immense cock, giving her just enough pleasure to go over the edge of orgasm. She growled in pleasure, narrowing her eyes and staring at the round ass below her, letting her moment hit her like a tidal wave.
 
Sparks exploded in her eyes. The sheer kink of kidnapping these gorgeous young ladies and slaving them to her dick was enough to make her moan just by itself. Thick streams of cum erupted from her cock, spraying wildly into Psylocke's deepest parts, flooding her from the inside out. Betsy's limp dick wiggled as her colon was bathed in sperm, the slimy goo easily pushing into every nook of her body. For a moment she thought she could almost taste the semen, almost like it was coming up her throat. Then there was a strange pressure in her belly, in her throat. She jerked forward and retched, puking up a generous load of warm, creamy seed right onto the floor. Thick strings dangled from her mouth even after she'd finished throwing up, and her eyes were rolled back, only the whites visible…
 
"Oooh, it went all the way through? How naughty, I must have been pent-up." Selene cackled, and spanked her ass soundly. She grabbed a handful of her doughy ass and hilted herself in her toy, beads of sweat dripping down her perfect teardrop breasts. At last, the flood of cum slowed to a steady drip-drop, Psylocke's stomach distended slightly. She tried to speak, but just ended up spitting another mouthful of cum onto the floor.
 
"I will never, ever submit to you," she gasped through cum-stained lips. Her cock drooled thin, clear lines of wasted semen, her body unable to produce the sperm needed to make it white. "I will fight… Emma will fight… until our last breath."
 
 
* * *
 
Emma Frost's cheeks bulged and a loud glurp came from deep inside her throat. She shut her eyes, concentrating on not vomiting from the strong taste of Selene's unwashed cock. "That's a good girl. Take every inch," the vampire cooed, pressing down harder on the back of Emma's head. She forced the mutant deeper, invading her throat with thick cock, which was only more difficult to swallow thanks to the messy throbbing. Her mascara had streaked down her cheeks and simply dried there, tattoo-like, probably the result of the witch's magical meddling. "Good, good," she hissed. "I like my women to look like whores." She raised her crotch to meet Emma's lips, and pressed her balls against her chin. Too deep! Emma spluttered, her throat contracting wildly, trying to expel the invader. Throatslop gushed from her mouth, while fresh tears sprang from her eyes
 
Please, stop! she begged, screaming the words aloud in her mind, knowing Selene could hear her.
 
In response she earned only a cruel giggle. "Why would I stop when you give such good head? Come on, bitch, wrap me all up now~" She rolled her tongue, and clenched her fingers tight against Emma's scalp, her sharp nails threatening to break the skin. Meekly, Emma obeyed, whining softly as she attempted to throat her mistress' shaft. It was an endless cycle… Selene would fuck her face, fill her stomach with cum as meagre sustenance, and then leave her for some time, allowing Emma's cock to give birth to ever-more hideous squirming, chitinous insects. Her dick was completely flaccid, hanging down at all times, unable to get hard or even wiggle. The muscle that once controlled her throbbing was weak and useless. The only thing she felt now was pain, or its lesser cousin discomfort.
 
Emma's eyes flew open as Selene forced her head downwards, cramming the last few musky inches past her lips and down her throat. She whimpered, more throatslop oozing onto Selene's balls, making them glisten and shine. 
 
That's when Psylocke joined in. Dazed, not even close to fully in-control of herself, she'd been heavily hypnotized with the witch's magic. She moaned softly and raised herself onto her elbows, pressing her face against Selene's heavy nuts. With a loud, lewd slurping, she sucked Emma's saliva off of her mistress' balls, rolling it around in her mouth and enjoying the flavor of her delicious semen.
 
"Slut, you're not here for your own pleasure," Selene snapped, digging a high-heel into Psylocke's naked back. "Stop snowballing and get back to work."
 
The woman groaned, and "Sorry, Mistress," lazily slurred from her mouth. She reached up and cupped Selene's heavy testicles, squeezing them gently. She opened her mouth wide and attached her lips to the sweaty curve, leaving a clear imprint of purple lipstick where she sucked. Gentle suction and slavish worship. With enormous difficulty, almost breaking her jaw, she managed to open her mouth wide enough to slurp one of those slimy balls inside, resting it on the curve of her tongue. "Gllllp," she burbled, whorishly rolling the testicle around in her mouth, soaking it with her saliva, as Emma's head rocked back and forth an inch beside. Emma hadn't been hypnotized… Selene had wanted her destruction to be special, intimate. Natural. Enslaving the White Queen to the smell and taste of her virile cum one load at a time. She strained her eyes to look down, staring at Psylocke, her once-friend and ally, mindlessly tending to her mistress' ballsack. The near-inevitability of her breaking weighed heavily on her mind, and she sobbed, briefly withdrawing from Selene's cock and immediately being slapped and forced back down.
 
Emma wrenched her eyes shut, a foot of throbbing cock lodged in her throat once again. Selene held her in place, pressing her white-painted lips against the base of her shaft, forcing her to smear her lipstick in a lewd ring around her dick. She wasn't interested in facefucking, she just wanted to see Emma suffer on her dick. 
 
Emma started to piss. She couldn't control her bladder anymore, and the fight-or-flight reaction of her body ordered her to void her waste, so she did, even though she tried her absolute best to keep it in. Selene laughed loud as Emma soaked her own thighs in urine, debasing herself like a common gutter-slut, tears streaming down her face. She retched, her cheeks swelling, and oozed throatslime onto Selene's balls once more, which seemed to remind Psylocke that she was needed. Betsy smoothly popped her nut out of her mouth, glistening with saliva, and locked her lips around the other one, sucking and tugging on it with equal bliss. She was masturbating, something Selene graciously allowed her to do for the sole purpose of spilling fresh worms from her dick. Continuously milking herself, the worms didn't wait to grow to adulthood; they simply slithered free once they were born and made more room for Selene's wet cum. She shuddered and humped the air, spilling a gratuitous volume of writhing worms.
 
"Look at that," Selene whispered. "Neither of my sluts can contain themselves." At long last she released Emma's head, and the white queen pulled backwards, her throat literally caving in under the vacuum caused by the absence of Selene's hot meat. She pulled free of her head with a wet pop, gasping desperately and filling her lungs with soothing oxygen. Air that was, naturally, tainted with Selene's musk and only worsened Emma's addiction. There was only one thing to be grateful of, that she wasn't peeing anymore… only crouched in a puddle of her own waste, humiliated beyond anything she could have imagined. "Now… what was it you said, again?" Selene slid her finger through a lock of Emma's silken hair. "Ah, yes. Back when you were so sure I'd done my worst to you. Do you remember how you were then? How far you've fallen since that day?" She smirked, staring into Emma's eyes. Where once the White Queen's eyes were filled with hatred, there was no longer enough energy, not enough fight to summon any emotion. "Mmmh… I think you've seen the worst now," she breathed. Emma sobbed, wiping her eyes and taking a deep, shuddering breath, mentally preparing herself for the next session.
 
"Get back on my dick, you stupid sluts." Selene grabbed both women by the hair, roughly dragging their heads towards her groin, grinding their lips against her shaft.
 
Rubbery lips met spit-slick cock, as Psylocke slavishly pushed her tongue out of her mouth and wrapped it around Selene's length. Her tongue touched Emma's lips, who was repulsed, but Selene's strong hands kept them glued to her filthy dick, smearing slime and spit all up and down her shaft. "Yessssss… paint my fuckpole, you fucking tart," ever-staring into Emma's eyes. The wrinkles of stress in her face had softened. Her once-bright, clear white eyes had dimmed, leaving behind dull lightless pupils. She was preoccupied, thinking about how Selene had once had to fully restrain her body, and now… 
 
Slowly Emma stopped fighting. She let out a small huff, then sucked in her breath, lips guttering wetly on Selene's dripping meat. Selene relaxed some of her grip, allowing the slut-queen to move at her own pace.
 
Slowly, haltingly, Emma made her way up Selene's cock all the way to the thick, mushroomed tip. With unsteady movements and shaky lips, she managed to wrap her mouth around it, and subtly sucked, drawing tasty seed free of her cumvein. Emma couldn't even summon the strength to be horrified when she realized she was willingly, gratefully worshipping her mistress' dick. There was nothing left, nothing remained of her defiance. Obediently, she slobbered on cock, even raising a hand to stroke her balls along with Psylocke. 
 
Betsy seemed to notice it, even in her hypnotized confusion, and pulled her head away from Selene's sack, planting her mouth on the wide head with Emma's. Their lips mashed together, wetly and sloppily making out around Selene's throbbing God-dick, tongues extending and slurping at each other. Selene laid back, closing her eyes and concentrating on the jolts of pleasure coursing through her dick, stronger than any arousal she'd felt in thousands of years. She hissed, and gripped the arms of her throne, her cock standing straight up as her sluts fought to swallow her seed, their tongues wrestling together around the spurting head, trying to be the first one to take it, or to curl into the other's mouth and steal it from their tongue.
 
Selene opened her eyes once again and stared at the debased super-whores, filling her ears with the sound of their wet, slobbering make-out. She wrapped her hands around their heads and eased them closer, clenching her muscles and letting a huge spurt of semen out that landed on both of their tongues. Messily they began to fight for it, snowballing the load between them. Emma's heart was pounding as she made out with her best friend, even though Psylocke's movements were dulled by hypnotic haze, and she couldn't quite wrestle the cumload away. Emma managed to get the whole thing into her mouth, and pulled away, preparing to swallow…
 
"Come here, slut," Selene ordered, beckoning, pointing to her own mouth. Emma whined softly, wanting nothing more than to swallow this thick load, but unable to disobey her Goddess. She got up on her feet and wrapped her arm around Selene's back, leaning in for a deep, filthy kiss. Selene roughly pried her lips apart with her tongue, simultaneously smacking Psylocke until she got the message and wrapped her bubbly lips around her cockhead once again, drinking cum freely from her virtually-endless supply. Emma moaned hotly, letting her tongue out and drooling the load into her mistress. A small cockroach skittered out of her dickhole and crawled down her legs. She never broke the kiss for a moment, only opening her mouth wider and giving herself more fully to Selene… it ͞fee̶l͝s͡ ͝s͘o g̛oo͘d͢ tó gi͟ve͠ i͠n͠, she thought, her mind tainted as the witch lustfully explored her body.
 
Her mind was like a walled city. Strong for as long as it could be, but eventually even her mighty defences were destroyed. The army flooded the city, Selene assaulting her psyche with potent mental spikes, rummaging through her memories and tearing apart everything that wasn't lust and submissiveness. Emma could feel her knees weakening, and a moment later she sank slowly to the ground, burying her face in Selene's arm, sobbing with joy at being allowed to service her Goddess.
 
 
 
 
  