SUBMISSION AGENDA: 

THEIR STORIES

I've had more than a few requests for follow-ups or sequels to the saga of Submission Agenda. I decided to focus on a few short vignettes, re-tellings of the original story from the point of view of the prey. These will jump all over the story and work as stand-alone stories, offering a fresh take on the voluntary enslavement of the world's greatest heroines. In addition to seeing the Agenda from different angles, there will be a few spaces filled in as well.

I'm currently working on a separate sequel to Submission Agenda set in the DC Universe. If anyone has any ideas, please send them my way.

 All feedback is much appreciated: benchleyfan01@yahoo.com.

FELICIA'S STORY

"I've gotta fuck... need a cock inside me so fucking badly," Felicia Hardy hissed.

Felicia, otherwise known by her vigilante sobriquet of Black Cat, had been captured by forces beyond her understanding or control. She had been contacted by Mary Jane Watson, the fiancee of her ex-lover Spider-Man, and coerced into participating in a lingerie photo-shoot with MJ, a professional model.

But the shoot had quickly turned sexual and Felicia had enjoyed her first lesbian experience with MJ until one of MJ's friends, a teenaged boy, had joined the fray and wound up ejaculating on Felicia's face. Then he had told her that not only was he aware of her secret identity - he planned on extorting her somehow into a life of prostitution.

She had been held captive against her will until she was confronted by a woman who identified herself as the former Avenger known as the Scarlet Witch. But she had changed, morphed into a darker, sexual being, ostensibly due to the machinations of the very same boy who claimed to have enslaved Mary Jane.

The Witch had brought her here, to Ryker's Island, where she was re-united with Dennis Jackson, a serial rapist she had helped put into jail years before. Somehow, the Witch had found a way to build Felicia's lusts, forcing her into acts of depravity with this sick man she had never imagined. The Witch needed only to moisten her flesh with fluid out of a mysterious vial, and Felicia's will broke down. She had taken Dennis in her mouth, let him molest her, fuck her tits... All through the bars of his cell. 

But now... Now she found herself longing for something more, for an experience she couldn't get through the bars of a prison cell. 

"Gotta fuck this nigger cock... fuck it!" she whined as she knelt below Dennis and the Scarlet Witch, completely naked, her breasts covered in deep, bloody bite marks and Jackson's sperm. The white-haired beauty spoke without thinking about her words - her actions were being directed by her body's desires now instead of the rational brain in her head. Her mind was screaming in horror at what she had become at the hands of the Scarlet Witch - she was having much difficulty even processing it as real.

She felt an intense burning inside her vagina, a burning she knew now would only subside when it was put out by hot semen. She had no choice but to allow the complete use of her body by Dennis Jackson, an animal in human flesh. She had no choice anymore.

"Go inside, Felicia," the Witch murmured beside her, stroking the broken heroine's cunt before rubbing her anus forcefully. "Go get fucked like the whore you are..."

Felicia knew instinctively she should correct the Scarlet Witch, remind her that she was not a whore, that she was a living, breathing, thinking human with real emotions, not some cheap fucktoy. But she stayed silent as she stood, reaching out to open the door. It had been unlocked all along.

Dennis backed away from the bars as Felicia stumbled in, wearing only her black eyemask. The heat was intense, making her loins swell, making them feel as if they were burning. It was too much, it was making her head spin, but she also recognized that there was a way to make it go away, to replace it with a much better feeling...

Her mind was in shambles, she was barely coherent as she stepped towards this convicted rapist, towards her destiny.

"I want... I n-need..." was all she stammered before Dennis Jackson, this hulk of a man, reached forward and took her by the shoulders, roughly spinning her towards his bed. He planted a hand in her back and pushed her down, and Felicia assumed the position willingly. She gripped the side of the mattress with her outstretched hands, steadied her legs, and flipped her mane of platinum blonde hair over her shoulder, shooting a look at Jackson.

"Here it comes, baby," he growled, running his hands up and down her body over and over again, squeezing her flesh, massaging her hips before spreading her vaginal lips and placing his cock at her entrance. 

Felicia looked back at him with apprehension. On one hand she wanted it so badly, wanted him so badly. She needed release more than anything else at that moment. But that didn't mean she wasn't aware at the same time of what a horror show her life had become. She was standing there, bent over by one of the very criminals she had pt away, preparing to be roughly fucked. Tears welled in her eyes even as she spoke words of encouragement to him.

"Oh yeah, give it to me," she said through bared teeth. "I'm ready honey, I'm ready for your big black dick. Come on! I want it in me!"

Dennis took one last moment to appreciate the willing female form below him, then he flicked his hips and pushed into her. Felicia shuddered, her arms quivering and almost collapsing at the sudden rush of sensation as his meat filled her orifice. She had just a moment to appreciate the feeling of his straining hard prick stretching her wide before he pulled back out and began a steady thrusting. Meanwhile her mind was screaming just as loud against the intrusion. Everything in her brain told her this was wrong, but every inch of her body told her it was right.

It was that body, that nubile, athletic body, that began rocking with Dennis' thrusts, moving smoothly in time with his brutal fucking movements. Jackson, on the other hand, was not really concerned with her pleasure or with mutual satisfaction. He took women in a specific way to get his rocks off, and that's what he was doing. He'd waited years for this moment, jacked off night after night with Felicia's face in his mind, fantasized, but he never actually thought it would be this good. Never imagined she would beg him through her own gasps of erotic pleasure.

Felicia felt him grasp her long blonde hair and pull her head back as he rocked her back and forth. The tears ran down her face as she winced at this unpleasant manipulation of her body, but she also thrilled at the heady combination of pleasure and pain. Her mind continued its wild protest of her treatment while at the same time admitting the thrill of submission she gained with every thrust.

Jackson's movements became more angry and pronounced as he built towards yet another orgasm. He had always been possessed of an inhuman stamina - he could go like this all night, especially after all the years of inactivity. 

Felicia, too, felt her body swelling up to climax in sympathy with her rapist. She had only just endured the strongest orgasm of her life at the hands of the Scarlet Witch's insistent fingers, but she already sensed this one would surpass it. The pure cock heaven Dennis gifted her with was breaking down her resistance inch by inch; just as the voice in her head screamed for freedom, another voice was adapting swiftly to the idea that Felicia could live out the rest of her life as nothing more than a cumslut.

She wailed in ecstasy as she felt Jackson shoot into her. Her knees and elbows buckled under the crushing weight of her orgasm and she collapsed, head flopping to the mattress lamely as Dennis finished with a few long strokes into her shapely body. Her cunt clamped down on him, drawing out what liquid she could subconsciously. She began to weep anew in the clarity that came after the orgasm. She cursed her own weakness even as, due to the same clarity, she became very aware of the familiar burning in her ass.

"Hope you ain't gettin' tired, kitty bitch," Jackson grinned, remaining inside her. "We just gettin' started."

Felicia opened her eyes and through the blur of tears she saw the Witch standing at the door of the cell, watching all the proceedings with a pride only matched by her arousal.  Then before her eyes, the Witch gestured with her hands and disappeared in a flash of magic, leaving Felicia all alone.

"Watchoo want next?" Dennis asked, obviously bursting with joy. "We got a long night. Wanna suck me off again, baby?"

"Please," Felicia said in a wavering voice. "Please, I need you... I need you to take me in the ass."

"Didn't quite hear that, slut," Dennis taunted, pulling Felicia up by her hair again, staring into her glittering eyes.

"I said... I want you to fuck me in the asshole. I need it. I fucking need it so bad."

"You ever take a brother up your shit pipe before, baby?"

"No... no, I've never... No one has ever fucked me there," she admitted. The burning was growing stronger by the second, feeding her arousal and frustration. "But I want you to, I want you to take me hard, I want your cock in my fucking ass right now."

Jackson chuckled and at last pulled out of her cunt. By now the combination of her dirty talk and the excitement of the anal proposition had him fully erect again. He slid his shaft over her ass crack, enjoying the look of his dark brown penis on her ivory ass flesh. Then he parted the cheeks and positioned himself at her sphincter. 

Felicia bit her lower lip, unsure if she was ready for this new experience. But like all of her previous reservations, that insecurity faded at the sensation of his slimy glans applying pressure against her tight anal rosette. She did her best to relax, to try to loosen herself up for him. You're such a slut, her mind chided her. And for the first time since her ordeal began, she smiled weakly at this notion.

Jackson pushed, keeping her ass spread wide as his dickhead began to disappear into her. Felicia hissed noisily, her back muscles tensing. She arched up to ready herself for it, unable to open her mouth to egg him on, and he reached around with both hands to grip her well-abused tits and squeeze. She let out a tortured moan as he pushed his pole balls deep into her virgin asshole, hearing his own gasp at the pressure and reciprocating with a little squeak of appreciation.

The pain of his cock firmly embedded inside her mixed with the sheer pleasure and satisfaction she gained from it and dissolved whatever resistance her mind still wanted to put up. Every slow, deliberate thrust into her anus drove her deeper into depravity. Her mind now fed on her own debasement instead of balking at it.

"Gaaaahhhh," she rasped. "That's it... that's it, you dirty son of a bitch, fuck my ass... fuck my ass..."

Jackson merely grunted in acquiescence as he stole her anal chastity. Then he pulled her backwards, away from the bed, shoving her face against the stone wall of his cell instead. Drool splattered onto the wall on impact and Felicia's eyes rolled back into her head as she was abused, fucked senseless like the toy she could now accept she was.

She was sure she could see her life flashing in front of her eyes. She saw her father's face, childhood friends, teachers and colleagues. She saw herself on the first day of school and at her college graduation, saw herself clad in the outfit of a cat burglar leaping from building to building alongside Spider-Man. She saw herself on the day she put Dennis Jackson behind bars, and now she was letting him, nay, encouraging him, begging him to violate her in a way she had never been violated before. 

As her face was shoved repeatedly against the wall with every one of Jackson's vindictive thrusts, Felicia began to see this as the beginning of her new life, a life wholly separate from all her other experiences. How could the woman she was now, being fucked in the ass by a convicted felon, be the same woman who had once dared to call herself "hero?"

No, that woman was dying. And Felicia liked the woman taking her place.

"Spank me!" she shouted, Jackson instantly complying. He raised a huge brown hand and brought it down on her tender white ass cheeks, enjoying the resounding smack of flesh on flesh even as he kept pistoning in and out of her. He spanked her again, harder, this time eliciting a wanton moan from the white-haired beauty.

"Oh, that's it, spank me, treat me like a dirty girl," Felicia breathed, laughing a little before yelping as she was hit again, even harder, on the buttocks. Dennis grinned as he watched her skin turning red and hit her again.

Felicia reached down and began an insistent rubbing of her clit, which ached with lust. The feelings building within her dissolved into release with every second she worked her cunt, every shove of cock into her tight rectum, every brutal blow against her fleshy ass. She was building towards yet another soul-sapping orgasm. She felt so free now, after only one fuck... how many more did Dennis have in store for her?

This question would have to wait for an answer, as her mind shuddered under the climax she had been expecting. This time her legs truly gave out and she slid down the wall to the floor, Jackson following her down and resuming his ass-fucking until finally he twitched with finality and she felt familiar warmth coating her insides, calming the fires that had been lit there. 

Mentally and physically pushed to her limit and beyond, Felicia fell away loosely as Dennis pulled out of her, wiping his cock on her reddened ass amusedly. Her eyes closed and she drifted toward sleep, but this was brutally interrupted as she was pulled up by her hair and slapped about the face. Jackson laughed at her feeble attempts to pull away from him, and when her eyes finally opened, there was his cock in front of her yet again, still rock-hard. She looked up at him, but only briefly. She didn't need to ask him what he wanted, and didn't want to beg for mercy anymore. So she took him in her mouth, wincing at the taste of her own filth that emanated from his pole.

Her disgust at the act quickly shifted back to enthusiasm, however. The feel of a cock in her mouth was familiar, easy. She went on instinct, tonguing it around the rim of the head, rinsing it in saliva. She smacked her lips around it, gaining an appreciative moan from the man she was pleasing, and this drove her to work even harder. There was no thought now, no conflicted voice screaming in her head. There was only the cock.

She stayed in this trance for what seemed like hours. The fires of lust had been successfully doused, but she could not refuse any of Jackson's advances. Once he finished and creamed in her mouth, she could only swallow and wait for him to choose a new hole. She did her best to show passion when she could, but when she couldn't Dennis didn't care. She let herself be fucked, let her legs be stretched wide or over her shoulders, stood when he wanted her standing, knelt when he wanted her kneeling, sucked when he wanted her sucking.

One of the few times he went soft, he decided to beat her until he could regain his erection. Maybe at one point she could have defended herself, but there was no point now. No point in resisting, no point in praying for salvation. When he'd finally punched, slapped, and kicked her long enough to get hard again, he threw her down on her stomach and descended on her, parting her cheeks and entering her ass again. It was there that he spent his last wad, collapsing on top of her in exhaustion. 

They slept.