Dinner goes as planned

“Come, join me at the table,” Shaw invited the silver haired heroine.

Storm cautiously entered the opulent dining area, wary of traps. The long table was clothed in red silk and the cutlery was ornate silverware. Shaw noted the hesitation and chided, “If I were planning to do you any harm, you would not have made it through the front door unscathed, I assure you…”

Having come all this way, Ororo felt there was no point turning back now. She sat opposite the Hellfire Club leader, on the other end of the table. As soon as she seated, a butler placed a dish in front of her and removed the cover. A server on the other side did the same for Shaw. Underneath was grilled quail with mango and arugula. Shaw began his meal.

“Why have you brought me here?” Ororo demanded.

“You had questions. I simply wanted to parley. The quail is delectable, do try some… the mango adds that extra sweetness and tang!” He smacked his lips in satisfaction. Storm did not appear impressed, so Shaw put down his knife and fork and explained his situation. “Ms. Munroe, I brought you here today to invite you into the Inner Circle.”

Storm raised an eyebrow. “Surely, you jest!”

“Not at all! You are a powerful goddess, a truly formidable figure that is easily on the level of Queen in the circle!” Shaw said.

“I want nothing to do with your distasteful order!” Ororo responded with disgust.

“Ah, but the rumors are true! I have cleaned house! No more will the Hellfire Club be about evil mutants plotting power grabs! We will become a benevolent society, aiding those around us through philanthropy!”

Storm narrowed her eyes, not buying the idea. “What spurned this change of leaf, Shaw? For all the time we’ve known you, you have always been elitist and self serving!”

“To my own folly!” Shaw admitted. “A man can change, Ms. Munroe. Even one that has done as vile deeds as I. Isn’t that what your dear professor would be actively pursuing? Reform for mutants that have done wrong? He’s taken in worse villains than I.” Storm couldn’t argue that point. Shaw smiled and picked up two champagne glasses and walked them over to the weather witch. “Then I propose a toast… to new beginnings!”

Storm took the glass and looked to Shaw. He offered his glass to clink. He was an evil man and has done evil things, but he was right, if there was a chance to be redeemed, he should be given it. Even Ororo was on the wrong side of the law at one point in her life, albeit through poverty and desperation. She had learned to make do growing up as a pickpocket and thief. From this, she was given the opportunity to change her ways, she shouldn’t be the one to deny another. With slight hesitation, Storm clinked Shaw’s glass and they both drank.

After swallowing, Shaw grinned and said. “Ororo… become my Black Queen…” Shaw said.

“I will,” Ororo replied as a matter of factly.

“It appears your potion worked, sorceress!” Shaw announced.

“As I told you it would,” a robed figure stated, walking into the room.

Storm looked at the woman curiously. “Who are you?”

The figure removed her hood to reveal the face of a young ponytailed brunette with one green eye and one brown. She was diminutive in stature but carried herself with an air of regalness. Storm did not recognize her.

“You can call me Mistress Dominia!” she told the X-woman. “You now obey me, Black Queen!”

“She obeys me,” Shaw corrected.

“Of course, my king,” Dominia acquiesced.

“You see, Ororo, I did indeed removed all remnants of the old club, but I’ve replaced them with better, stronger pieces! Dominia here can influence the thoughts of those that imbibe in her... sexual fluids… and when those fluids are mixed with anothers… the imbiber finds the other’s word hard to resist as well!” Shaw raised his glass again. Ororo looked at her drink and raised an eyebrow, incredulously. “Don’t believe me? Well, let us demonstrate then, shall we? Strip.”

Ororo was not taken aback by the command. In fact, it felt completely natural for her to slide her shoulder strap down and let her gown drop to the floor, revealing her voluptuous breasts. She didn’t feel embarrassed at all when she pulled down her lace panties in front of the two evil mutants.

“I don’t see how this will prove anything,” Ororo replied, crossing her arms and oblivious about her own nudity. It wasn’t even as if she was shy about her body. She would spend her days nude on the plains of Africa to bask in the warming rays of the sun and commune with nature.

“My king, she will not see anything she does as a result of you commanding it,” Dominia pointed out.

“Oh yes, that’s right!” Shaw said, remembering that it had been explained to him before. “No matter, the Black Queen is mine and I can use her as I see fit. She will do whatever I ask of her, correct?”

“Yes, sire. Although, I do suggest that you keep it to things within her realm of acceptance. The more **** a request, the more likely she can break free of the hold.”

“Noted. Then, let’s set up sound ground rules then. Ororo,” he beckoned, taking his captive’s seat on the dining chair. He patted his knee for her to sit. Obediently, Ororo sat in Shaw’s lap like a servant girl. “My dear, first thing to remember, never taste your own juices…” He ran his finger through Ororo’s folds and held up a layer of her wetness. “Understand?”

“I do,” Ororo replied.

“Next, you shall address me as your king or the equivalent honorific as you see fit.”

“Yes, my king.’

“Good, this is going along marvelously!” Shaw grinned. “Now, for the fun part! I want you to stop if you outright refuse to do something, but for now…” Shaw unzipped his pants and pulled out his half erect cock. “See what you can do about waking my friend here up?”

Ororo slid off Shaw’s lap, and put her hand around the phallus. Shaw groaned and leaned back in the chair. “Ahh… come on now, do it like you’re enjoying it!”

The African queen wondered why she wouldn’t be enjoying it. The very feel of manhood in her hand, growing larger, harder and stronger by her touch made her tingle with excitement over what she could do with it once it was ready. The veins of Shaw’s shaft pulsated in her fingertips, sprung to life by her strokes. She looked down at Shaw’s piece, tempted by its forbidden fruit. She lowered her head and touched her lips to it, much to Shaw’s pleasure. Ororo’s naked body trembled with excitement. She started to suck on the villain’s cock. Her lips spread over the prick and soon enveloped the length of the appendage. Storm bobbed her head back and forth, sucking her king off as he laid back and enjoyed. Her fingers reached under and cupped the balls, rolling them around in her palm. Shaw spasmed and jerked. “Yes!” Shaw applauded, “Like this… Faster! More!”

Ororo obliged, pumping her head up and down, sucking down hard on the evil mutant’s cock. Her saliva began spilling out of the sides of her mouth as she hungrily maintained her lips over the thick sausage. Soon, she could feel Shaw tensing up, ready to explode. “Drink it up…” he ordered before thrusting his hips forward and releasing.

The storm goddess felt her mouth fill with warm, thick cream and she drank it down like it was life giving nectar. She was meticulous in cleaning off every drop from the man’s flesh, running her tongue along the contours and crevices like a cat.

“That’s it?” she lamented as she finished a thorough cleaning.

Shaw brushed his fingers through her alabaster hair and said, “There will be more to come, my pet. You can always drink down my juices and Dominia’s as well. If you don’t, your spell will wear off! Hahaha!” he boasted, not caring that Storm knew the keys to her release. She would never be able to free herself willingly now that she was under his control!

“Now, what other fun can we get up to?” he mused as he looked over his new prize.