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Age of Slaves	By : MadameDouleur Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 15402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Eye of the Storm
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Accessing…. Topaz House
Slave File 10445
Name: Ororo Munroe
Alias: Storm
Status: Fully Trained.
Vibration Bracelet Level: 4
Mutant Powers: Power of the elements and electricity. Ability to fly.
Purchase Information: 5 years ago from New Wakanda, formerly Louisiana from Guild of Thieves

Storm was once a Queen, a Goddess even, before the Earth turned dark. Before the bombs dropped and the sickness prevailed, when the planet was lush and green, she was a Hero. It was a time of uneasy peace and political upheavals but it was good. It was a still dangerous to be a Mutant but never more so than now. Now, she is a toy. A possession to be used and abused. She is a slave, in a house owned by one of her own. A place that once boasted safety for Mutants. Now…. It was Hell on Earth.
There is no place on her body that has not been defiled. Every hole stretched to the breaking point and still they come for more. Men, women… Their dark fantasies are her world. She lives in Hell every day to give these dark perverted people their Paradise.
She was waiting for her next ‘master’, for there is no true Master except for the Majestrix. Storm wondered, not for the first time, if she could ever free herself. Glancing up at her wrists, both securely tied to the bed frame, at the Vibration Bracelets. Each attuned to the individual Mutant power; they used alien technology to bind her mutant powers. Oh, they were still there. Simmering under the skin, and still accessible but no longer life threatening. And the threat of the Majestrix was enough to keep her from escaping.
Storm could shock her master but it was no longer the threat of death but of pleasure. She could still access the elements but only on a small scale. Her wild soul was finally tamed.
She closed her white eyes, waiting patiently for master to appear. Her clothes, as instructed, was a full bodysuit, ripped open along the breasts and crotch. Her white pubic hair was trimmed in the shape of a lightning bolt and her breasts a lovely mocha, with large wine tipped nipples.
Legs splayed open, her slit was a moist red. Lips nestled gently against her swollen clit. It wasn’t hard to get herself wet; she always imagined her time with Hank, long before the war, riding his big blue cock. But Beast was bound to this place as she was, pleasuring other women. All the while Storm spread her legs for cock after cock. And she couldn’t even think of T’Challa.
Storm knew better than to struggle, the Majestrix was ever watching and was quick to punish. And Her Consort, no she didn’t want to think what he’d do to her. And so it was only a much schooled lack of reaction that allowed her not twitch when her door opened.
This master was powerfully built, with dark sadistic eyes and a tailored suit. They were all the same, rich and powerful, as her flesh was the crème de la crème, the most expensive delicacy in all of the Americas. Especially here, at Topaz House.
“Good evening, my dear,” he drawled, as his eyes roamed her body. “I will give thanks to the Majestrix for the pleasure of your body but for now, let us play.”
He stripped quickly to his briefs, his cock twitching within the fabric. He approached the bed and ran his fingers up the length of Storms leather clad body, flicking an errant nipple. She shivered, with disgust… and anticipation.
He sat near her head, kneading her breasts, causing her to moan quietly. Her pussy throbbed with each caress yet nothing prepared her for his vicious teeth as he took her in his mouth. Storm screamed as the teeth ground against her tender nipple. He lavished painful attention to both breasts. Tears slipped from her eyes as she struggled feebly.
“I expect obedience from my slaves,” he growled as he came up from air and turned to the room, issuing commands in a loud and clear voice. A holographic whip appeared, remnants of the Danger Room technology and he grasped it firmly. Holograph or not, it was going to hurt.
His aim was solid and true. Over and over, he let the whip fly and Storm cried out with every stroke. Her smooth chocolate skin was soon covered in red lashes. Throwing down the whip, he yanked his briefs off, revealing a large and membranous cock. Storm sucked in her breath, no matter her station in life, a beautiful big cock was a wondrous thing.
“Suck it,” he ordered, untying her wrists and dragging her to the ground. Storm took the huge thing her mouth, saliva running down the sides of her mouth as she struggled to consume the meaty flesh.
The master slid his cock further down her throat, cutting off her oxygen. Soon the room started to sway as he buried himself deep inside her mouth. She could feel the coarse pubic hair tickling her lips as she took him to the root, balls tapping her gently on the chin. He slid himself free just as the darkness swallowed her and left her gasping for breath and consciousness on the floor.
“Stand.”
Storm rose on trembling legs, her arms crossed behind her back in the subordinate pose. Again, he issued orders and shimmering items appeared in his hand. Two silver rods with protruding wires and clamps at the end of each. The master clamped each to a tender nipple.
“Lower Vibration Bracelet to Level 3,” he commanded, as he handed her the rods. “On the ceiling there are two hooks. Hook the wires from them and while holding a rod in each hand, float down until the wires are taught.”
She obligingly rose, letting herself have a small moment of joy for the use of her powers. It had been a long time since a master was brave enough to allow her that small moment. Doing as she was instructed, she could feel her nipples twisting as her breasts rose high in the air. She stretched her arms, crucifying her body and floated patiently.
“Call the lightning, my dear,” he whispered, stretching himself upon the bed with a hand on his cock. Storm trembled in fear. Never had a master asked this of her. The master swore impatiently. “Call it, whore!”
Looking deep inside herself, Storm called the lightning into being and let out a breathless scream as it hit the rods. Traveling down the wires, it lit her breasts up like fire. The most painful pleasure she ever experienced sizzled along her nerves as she poured blast after blast of lightning into her breasts. The master laughed as he stroked his cock with vigor before he summoned her towards the bed.
She slipped the wires from the hook and after a slashing look from the master, did not unclamp her nipples. Gliding gently towards the bed, the master grabbed her hips and slid her down his cock. Crossing her arms behind her back, rods still in hand, he issued a command and manacles appeared, encasing her wrists.
“Ride me,” he crooned.
Storm rose obediently and slid the length of his long cock from her pulsing cunt. Sighing, she lowered herself once more and rode slowly, savoring each thrust. She almost didn’t hear the last command issued and squeaked as a cool metal plug forced its way into her ass. After attaching the wires from that, the master raised his eyebrow as started to forcefully thrust upwards. She knew what he wanted, but could she do it? Nipples were one thing but her ass?
“Do you dare disobey me? Call the lightening now, bitch!” he roared, taking her by the throat and painfully cutting her air. Storm choked as he held on but obligingly called her powers. Her asshole contracted around the large plug, pain like she had never experienced before. “Oh God, It’s like fucking a live wire!”
The master let go of her throat to grab her hips as he pounded her tender hole, the electricity from her ass spreading to her cunt as he fucked her harder. She sent current after current of electricity as she had the most powerful orgasm of her life. She screamed with pleasure as her pussy sucked his cock into her warm wet pulsating heat as he filled her hole with load after load of cum. Tremors racked Storms body as aftershock orgasms overtook her.
The master slid from her sticky hole, and without looking at her, recalled the items to the Danger Matrix and returned her Vibration Bracelets to Level 4. Leaving her to fend for herself, Storm bitterly wondered if the Majestrix enjoyed what She saw. It was the same every time, every time she was abused yet she floundered in the pleasure yet intense pleasure was no substitution for freedom. She would never fly those free skies again.

Coming Soon.... Age of Slaves: An Air of Mystique
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