Rewards Well Deserved

What started as a normal day where the most pressing matters were a chemistry lab accident and maintenance on the Danger Room ended in a massive orgy.

And soon, under Rob’s new rules, that’s what would qualify as a “normal day”.

The scene of the classroom quickly descended into chaos, as women stripped themselves nude and collided, naked bodies hungry for the flesh of another, and Rob basked in it all. It was all his vision - being the boss meant none of the work while reaping the rewards! - but Wanda did a wonderful job brainwashing Jean, Jean did an exceptional job controlling her friends, and all of the X-Women were excellent in enslaving their students. Now everyone was either a total perverts lusting for the flesh of young women (like him) or an eager slut willing to offer up their bodies for the thrill and pleasure of it all.

While Rob was the eye of the storm, Wanda preferred to stay amongst the periphery, observing everything and basking in the triumph of her Master and his conquests. The most she did was conjured sex toys for those that required them. Rob did feel a little bad about Wanda not joining in, but she had nothing but ample opportunity and her Master’s ascent to do so, so it seemed to be her preference to stay back for the time being. If that was her choice, he could live with that. At the very least, he would take her to bed tonight and give her the fucking of a lifetime as a reward for, well, everything!

Talon snooped about the edges of the classroom orgy, too, scrabbling from scene to scene on all fours, like a dog begging for table scraps. Rob paid her no mind, too engrossed with his new toys, and the rest of the X-Women and X-Girls followed suit, leaving Talon panting and hopeful and wanting. Eventually, she settled for sprawling out on the floor, luxuriating in the middle of the storm, hands running down her striking skin, masturbating in glory of her Master.

“Corrupt… transform… enslave… control… brainwash… fuck… haahahahaha! Master! Master! Show me more of your beautiful corruption! Show me more sluts and slaves! Your power is intoxicating, it is everything! Wonderful! Make these girls your whores! Build this school to make slaves in the thousands!”

By now, Rob was use to Talon’s lust-drunk adulations of him and his power, but it still gave him a swelled head all the same, even when he was spitroasting a slutty little mallrat with Mystique, and had a pair of cuties in his arms to fawn and cuddle with.

As the orgy formed, Rob (naturally) had the pick of the litter over who he wanted to play with. He probably could have made two dozen clones of himself and done the whole one-man-gangbang thing, and while that was very tempting, when he saw Mystique driving her humongous cock into Jubilee’s petite pussy, he couldn’t help himself. Especially when he saw Jubilee’s gaping, drooling mouth formed into a perfect O.

Drawn to her like a moth to a flame, Rob matched Mystique’s monster with one of his own and jammed it into Jubilee’s sweet, welcoming mouth, conjuring loud, **** and gagging sounds from the young woman, as she was fucked from both ends. Every time Mystique thrusted, humped, or bucked deeper into her student’s honeypot, Jubilee’s face was pressed further forward into Rob’s cock, lips ringed around the base of his shaft and her nose mashed against his crotch and pubes. Yet, to her credit, the young Mutant did not whine or whimper or anything of the like. She seemed to be enjoying herself! Moaning lustfully and hungrily as she was abused by Rob and Mystique.

“Ugh… hnngh… agh…” Mystique grunted in a rhythmic manner, a mix of exertion and pleasure, as she snorted through her nose. “Aha! Why didn’t I think of doing this earlier? All these possibilities with my powers…” She licked her hips, running her blues hands across the undulating back muscles of Jubilee.

“Do you mean growing a huge cock? Or fucking your students with it?” Rob asked with a loud, amused chuckle.

“Both!” Mystique hissed, punctuated by a deep thrust. Jubilee’s body twisted around the two phalluses, moving as much as she could while pinned between Rob and Mystique at head and tail, and with a desk underneath her. “No wonder you go around hunting for women to make your slaves. No wonder you love young, hot sluts like this one!” Mystique spanked Jubilee’s butt, bright white teeth flashing in a fierce snarl. “This is the best feeling in the world, Master! I can’t wait to deep dick all the other sluts in this room, and all the other students you bring to us. They’ll learn to love cock like the dumb cunts they are!”

“Some of us don’t need such remedial lessons like that, Miss Darkholme.” Magik replied, happily nestled in the crook of one of Rob’s arms, hanging off of him, spooning and fondling him while Jubilee slurped on his cock. Dani was in a similar loving embrace on the other arm.

Even if he didn’t feel like fucking all sixteen babes in this room at once, Rob was never one to settle for just one woman anymore. Before he stomped up to Jubilee and shoved his dick in her mouth, he made sure to scoop up a pair of hotties for his busy hands to play with. Magik was an absolute blonde bombshell and if it weren’t for the Russian accent, she could be the picture perfect All-American pin-up girl. And with her dark, reddish skin tone and heart-shaped face and dazzling smile - highlighted and enhanced by her high cheekbones - Dani was just supremely adorable and pretty.

“Really, Ilyana?” Dani asked with a cocking smirk, palms running over Rob’s chest in a loving caress. “Weren’t you the one who resisted the brainwashing the most?” Magik replied by throwing her head back in sheer haughtiness.

“A treasure hard-earned is much more valuable. Am I right, Master?” She purred, sinking further into Rob’s grasp.

Rob shuddered, blowing a load into Jubilee’s hungry little mouth, her throat undulating as she greedily swallowed the thick seed. Already, right off the block, her cock-sucking skills were top notch. Maybe Cho was onto something. Maybe being a succ-queen was an Asian thing.

After his climax, he pulled both his arm candies closer, kissing each in turn. Dani melted into him, totally surrendering to him. Magik was relentless, almost attacking Rob and not wanting to let go or allow him to pull away.

“Magik is right, of course.” Rob said, looking down on the blonde who was beaming brightly. “A jewel is always more valuable when it’s rare and hard to find. But, all of you girls are a purely priceless treasure to me!”

From across the desk and Jubilee’s bucking body, Mystique chuckled. “Oh, Master, beyond the conquering and corrupting young women, you’re just a big softie, aren’t you?”

“Girls do love a romantic.” Rob replied, motioning to the two fawning sluts in his arms. “And all I do is aim to please. You all agree, right?”

“I am happy to be your servant, my lord.” Mystique replied, offering a gracious smile despite the lewd sight of her hilting her length into Jubilee.

“We love you more than anything, Master!” Ilyana and Dani cheered together, despite their earlier spat.

Even Jubilee tore herself off of Rob’s cock, cum spilling from her nostrils and mouth. She was panting and wagging her tongue out, exhausted by deliriously happy. “Holy fuck! Why wasn’t I selling my hot young body before!” Jubilee declared, with scintillating sincerity and cheer. “You’re the best, Mr. D! Thanks for turning me into a cock-brained whore!”

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And Rob was not the only one enjoying the bodies and new attitudes of the various X-Girls. In fact, the other Mutant women got to enjoy the new and improved personalities of not just their students, but themselves as well. And no one relished more in the changes Rob had placed upon her than Jean Grey.

Already, in the span of a few short hours, her new Master had shown her the fathomless depths that came with depravity and perversion, and just how much fun it was to swim in said depths. Whether it was an intentional choice of Wanda and her alterations or a happy side-effect, Jean’s eyes were now open to herself and the world she inhabited. To wield such power - her psychic abilities and the authority granted to her by the Master - and to be surrounded by such beautiful women, especially her young students… well, it would be a crying shame not to indulge her newfound perversions.

Rob may run the show, but Headmistress Grey would be the woman on the ground, in the trenches, dealing with the everyday issues that would happen at the Academy. Therefore, it was only natural she throw her weight around and pleasure herself with her beautiful colleagues and lovely students. As had been previously demonstrated, no one could resist her immeasurable psychic powers, meaning there was no lewd desire she could be denied!

As for right now, hardcore sex did not interest Jean after having been thoroughly impregnated by her Master and then having Emma clean her well-fucked pussy out. Instead, she was happy to lounge and relax, while being tended for by her students.

Magma had shifted into her fiery form, skin and hair transformed into heat and flame, resembling the molten earth she took her sobriquet from. A psychic shield encased her burning body, to seal in the searing heat she radiated, making her warm - but not blisteringly hot - to the touch. The athletic young woman then used all of her strength and fortitude to prop herself up on all fours, as Jean reclined across her torso, letting the gentle heat that did escape from the psychic enclosure to massage her muscles and soothe her perfect body. Magma only ever wavered slightly, balanced on all four and with Jean’s weight atop her, mindlessly focused on her task as her teacher shut off her higher processes, Magma possessing no more thought than an average piece of furniture, save to maintain her balance and mutant powers.

Jean moaned and stretched out her limbs atop Magma, luxuriating in the feeling of both Magma’s heat and in her utter control over her student. “Oh, yes, how wonderful indeed.” She chuckled to herself, basking in the warmth Magma provided. “We’ll be having so much fun from now on. Each and everyone of us. Isn’t that right, Kitty?”

“Yes, Headmistress Grey. Our bodies and minds belong to you.” Kitty replied, automatically, kneeling before Jean and gently massaging her teacher’s feet.

“Ah, you were always such a good girl, Kitty. Always one of my favourites.” Jean said, admiring the unblinking, thousand-yard stare pasted to the young girl. Admiring the effects her psychic hooks had, as they manipulated her mind with ease.

“Yes, Headmistress Grey. I am a good girl. Good girls serve and obey.” Kitty babbled, a thin smile accompanying her blank eyes, drool escaping from the corner of her mouth.

Jean shut her eyes, leaning back into Magma’s fiery embrace, ordering Kitty to really dig into her soles. She moaned from the efforts of her students, one long finger drawing a languid circle about her sex. No wonder the Master loved teaching his class of sluts and wanted to set up an entire school to enslave and train these lovely young ladies. Being waited on hand and foot by such beautiful young girls was utterly intoxicating.

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While the other teachers at the newly renamed Academy did not possess Jean’s supreme authority nor her newfound predilection for young, female flesh, they were not shy in taking a partner and abusing their powers in new, strange, and erotic ways…

Rogue arched upon her back, balancing on the crown of her head and the balls of her feet, forming a perfect U-shaped bridge with her entire body, all as lord-knows how many volts of electricity ripped through her body. It hurt, as her muscles spasmed uncontrollably and her nerve endings lit ablaze, but it also felt so damn good! She could feel her pussy lips convulsing violently, along with growing dampness along the crotch of her suit. She roared and moaned and cursed and cried, as the world swam about her, lost in the heady mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Ah… so sorry, Miss Rogue.” Surge apologized, after her teacher collapsed into a drooling, panting heap. “I’ve never really used my powers this way, so I don’t know how to hit that sweet spot between too little and too much.” Despite her words, Surge’s eyes and mouth were agape, her vision locked on the lewd sight of her convulsing teacher, her tight spandex suit, and her beautiful body. Her nipples were as hard as a rock, standing proudly against the skintight material, while the anatomy of her sex were similarly engorged, the lips of her cunt and her clit being the most visible. Add to the fact how much she was sweating and, yeah, every inch of that green-and-yellow suit stuck to Rogue’s curves and musculature perfectly. She may as well have been naked for all the good it did her now!”

“Ha…ha… ha… that’s okay, darlin’...” Rogue panted, weakly, as she tried to recuperate from the last session. “Ah can’t take dick or cunt like a normal gal, and while Master promised to fix me, until then, I gotta find unorthodox methods of gettin’ off like the hot bitch Ah am.”

Sheepishly, Surge looked over to the corner where Wanda was currently residing. “I mean… you could just ask her for a dildo or two…”

“C’mon, where’s the fun in that?” Rogue chuckled, with a wink. “Ah can jill off anytime Ah want. And besides, this way, you get some practice in on how to use those magic fingers of yours, hun.”

Surge looked at her hands, willing the electricity to run through them, arcs sparking in the gaps between her fingers. With her new student career now plain before her, finding that sweet spot with her powers did seem like a good idea.

“Now, enough worryin’ ‘bout me. Ah’m as tough as they come!” Rogue declared, drawing Surge’s attention back to her. “Hit me with another round, Noriko! Ah wanna cum my brains out before the day’s done!”

Nodding, Surge did as she was told, charging up some more bolts to mainline directly into Rogue’s luscious, heavenly body. She really wish she could get some action too, but figure if Rogue wanted her to lightning-fuck her stupid, she could suck on those fat tits and slutty, engorged pussy when the Southern bombshell was a drooling, addled mess.

Three streams of lightning launched from Surge’s hands, two striking her nipples like lightning rods, and the third slamming into her naughty, waiting cunt. Rogue immediately began to convulse on the floor again, yowling and screeching like a hellcat.

“Ah fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yeah! Give it to me ya Oriental slut! Make me cum! Make momma cum nice and fucking hard! OMYGAAAAAAAWWWDDDD!!!”

Yeah. It sounded like Surge had found Miss Rogue’s sweet spot.

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While Jean was commanding and demanding and Rogue was being awfully violent, Storm and her exploration of the student body took a more gentle tack. Whatever the girls’ sexual experience before their conditioning, she was confident that Dust was far and away the least experienced, body fully covered and the dutiful girl sticking to the strict doctrine of her religion.

Storm had immediately swooped the Muslim girl up and took her aside, caressing her fine body through the folds of her _abaya _before slowly stripping her of the long, black robe all together. The two now stood and danced together, totally nude (save for Dust’s niqab), Storm’s rich, black skin mingling with the dusky, rich dark brown of her student’s.

“I will not have anyone **** you into a situation you are uncomfortable with, Sooraya.” Storm said to Dust, eyes devouring her bare body, hands running along the curves of her slender waist. Or across her stomach. Or down her arms and legs. Gentle, loving touches. She was such a beautiful young woman, much better off that she no longer had to confine this wonderful body to her robes. “You might be a slut and a ****, but you will grow into that role at your own pace. No one else’s.”

“Save the Master’s.” Dust corrected, voice ringing out in a sunny trill, still hidden beneath the veil of the niqab. Above the neck, only her eyes were visible. It created an alluring contract with her nude body that Storm thought made her look even more desirable.

“Save for the Master’s.” Storm agreed, bringing Dust in close and kissing her in the valley between her two pert breasts. “Though I only met him recently, I can sense that he is a kind and understanding soul. I am certain he too will not pressure you needlessly.” Storm kissed her again, in the same spot, but with much more ****, plush lips lingering against the virginal flesh. Dust moaned, shockingly loudly, back arching in Storm’s tender grasp.

“I appreciate your concern, Miss Munroe, but I am eager to explore my body and sexuality.” Dust said, but only after Storm released her. “I feel like a wild animal finally freed from captivity after so long. And with you and the other teachers, as well as my classmates, I am certain I will be guided upon a proper path.”

“Indeed.” Storm agreed, taking another longing look at the body of her student. “And I shall provide plenty of personal and hands-on guidance whenever you need me to, Sooraya. All you need to do is ask.”

Storm could see Dust’s beaming smile through the opaque veil she wore. “I would like that, very much.”

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And then there’s Emma Frost.

*SMACK*

More demanding than Jean. More violent than Rogue (and not surprising at all). And more gentle than Storm. Just kidding! Emma was a stone-cold bitch, and while she may recognize that Jean was the Master’s favourite and would (reluctantly) follow her lead, that didn’t mean she had to show the same deference to anyone else.

*SMACK*

And, in her mind, Master had made a mistake picking Jean over her. Jean was practically a schoolmarm! A 1950’s housewife playing at being a psychic domme! If he wanted a woman to take charge and mold these young women into hot sluts, then he absolutely made a mistake in not picking her.

*SMACK SMACK*

So, with her betters and handlers occupied, Emma did the logical thing and took it out on her students.

*SMACK*

“This is why Jean was a fool for not putting me in charge of sex-ed!” Emma groused, in between striking Polaris’ bottom with the broad wooden paddle she wielded telekinetically. “I know plenty about slutting-up and whoring out young women. I would have you properly trained within weeks!”

“Ah! Yes, Miss Frost!” Polaris yelped in pain as her butt was spanked, over and over again, her pale skin beaten beet red. Unlike Jean, Emma was doing nothing to dampen and control the mind of her charge, Polaris’ automatic and fawning response having been installed into her through more physical means.

“Everyone knows you’re the biggest whore here, Miss Frost.” Polaris said, praying her effusive praise of the White Queen would be enough to stay the paddle. “You should mold us into being total bitches, just like you.”

Emma looked at the green-haired girl, smirking. In her normal mindset, such comments would come off as insults. But now she knew Polaris was nothing but complimentary of her and her talents.

“Thank you, kindly, Miss Dane.” Emma returned, earning a sigh of relief from the student.

*SMACK SMACK SMACK*

“But you’re slacking on your hold of our two bitches! Bad girl! Bad girl!”

Another rain of spanks came down upon Polaris, the young Mutant crying out over the sound of wood striking flesh. “F-fuck! I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m a bad girl! Please fix me, Miss Frost!”

While Polaris stood in the corner, bent at the waist with her hands grabbing her ankles and butt jutting out, being abused by Emma both verbally and physically, she was also expressing her magnetism powers elsewhere. X-23 and Wolfsbane had quickly been deemed “bitches” and “beasts” by Emma, befitting their mutations, and were currently chained up and bound, Polaris manipulating metal chains and buckles to keep her friends restrained.

With BDSM gear provided by Wanda, X-23 was fully bound and gagged, hogtied and held in a harness suspended from anchors Polaris kept floating in the air. She thrashed like an ensnared beast, blinded and silenced by blindfold and gag, and only kept pacified by the cylindrical vibrator Emma kept mentally jutting in and out of her cunt. Wolfsbane, for her part, was **** onto all fours by metal-studded cuffs at her wrists and ankles, collared and leashed, idly held in one of Emma’s hands. The Scottish lass was **** to keep to all fours and act like a dog, barking and whimpering as she walked in circles about Emma. She too felt the wrath of the paddle whenever her pet-play was not up to Emma’s standards, though was equally rewarded when Emma ripped the dildo away from X-23 and rammed it into Wolfsbane’s waiting slit.

As Emma watched Polaris whimper and screams, X-23 writhe and mumble, and Wolfsbane fall on her face, butt in the air and yipping stupidly, she couldn’t help but feel the anger and indignation slip away. She may have been passed over, but she could prove to Master Rob her worth still.

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“Now, I wish I could stay, but we both have plenty of work to do.” Rob said to Jean. He was accompanied by Wanda and Talon. Her X-Women were absent, taking the exhausted and well-fucked students back to their dorms to rest. “But we’ll be in contact, I promise. I will send some of my people out to help, I’ll set it up so you have access to my bank account. If you need anything - equipment, new buildings, more land - then get it. Use my money. Don’t even need to ask. But if you need to ask me about anything, don’t hesitate to contact me.”

“Oh, Master, I’m going to miss you.” Jean said, as if she had known Rob for more than a day. “But I promise, I will get right to work and make the Academy something better than even you could envision.”

After the two shared a kiss, Jean then asked, “Though, if I may, how many students are you expecting when the Academy finally does open it’s doors?”

That took Rob a moment, as he did some quick mental math. Factoring in the probability of getting at least one kid off of each of his current slaves, plus breeding the many future slaves he had his eyes on, and then the slavegirls who would be of age to attend the Academy…

“Let’s say two-hundred for now.” Rob finally summed up. “But that’s a… low estimate, let’s say. Anything can happen in a year’s time. I’ll keep you notified if something crazy happens.”

“Two-hundred, hmm. Somehow less than I thought.” Jean mused with a wry smile on her face. “Regardless if it’s two-hundred or two-thousand sluts I need to whip into shape, I will go above and beyond the call of duty, Master.”

Some more kisses and goodbyes were shared and, before long, Wanda whisked Rob and his party away back to his home, leaving the newly rechristened Academy behind. For now. Establishing the school so soon may not have been on Rob’s schedule, but now that it was all done and dusted, he was giddy with excitement on the day they could open the doors and usher in the next generation of young sluts for proper education and conditioning.

And he owed all of this to one woman.

Shortly after bamfing back to home base and dismissing Talon, Rob swept Wanda into his arms, picking her up by the waist and spinning her about. Her smile was everything right now. Joyful and brilliant. Something precious to hold dear. Something divine to worship. Something worth going any length to see again.

When Rob set Wanda down, he was then quick to pull into a kiss, fireworks practically exploding from the couple and their heated embrace. Gosh, she was already completely perfect, Rob totally smitten with his Scarlet Witch, but to go above and beyond with such a gift? Rob had many perfect women, but Wanda might just be the perfect woman.

“You are… so amazing…” Rob said, at a loss for words beyond fawning platitudes as he gazed upon Wanda and her beauteous form and scintillating soul. “That was the, uh… best… I guess…”

“You are very welcome, my beloved.” Wanda chuckled at Rob’s stammering. “I am forever at your service and your happiness is my everything. Seeing you over the moon is reward enough.” She brought a hand up to his face, gingerly tracing the lines of his head and jaw with her fingers. “My Master… my beloved, sweet, gracious, most wonderful Master…”

The two embraced and swoon for a moment, basking in each other’s mutual love and admiration. So engrossed in the other that neither of them did not hear Zatanna’s clicking heels approaching them.

“Have fun today, you two?” Zatanna asked, rhetorically, beaming at just how happy her Master and sister were in the moment. Rob turned to his first perfect woman, his right hand, and immediately began feeling guilty that they had such a marvelous adventure without her. Zatanna disarmed him with a gracious smile. “Don’t give me that look, Rob. I could never deny you your fun. Besides, Wanda cleared this all with me and I was more than happy to give her the time for her special mission.”

Wanda reached out an arm and invited Zatanna into the group hug, the stage magician accepting it happily. “Zatanna and I are as sisters. No jealousy or any other ill feelings, as you so desire from us, Master.” Wanda happily declared, and Zatanna was quick to agree.

“We had our fun with Cersei and the others. It’s only fair Wanda got her chance to go on a hunt.” She then turned to Rob, eyes twinkling. “Was it everything you expected?”

“Oh, hell yeah. A dream come true!” Rob grinned, ear to ear, nodding like a goon. “I’m so hopped up on the fact that I pumped a baby into Jean fucking Grey that I kinda wanna go out and make the Avengers and Justice League my bitches too!” He exhaled and steadied himself, shutting his eyes and calming down. “But no… that’s another day. We have work to do.” Shortly after he finished speaking, Rob got wind of Zatanna’s knowing smile. One that Wanda did not have.

“What?” Zatanna said, playing innocent.

“Oh, don’t give me that, Zee. I know that look. You’re cooking something up, too. What’s that devious mind of your working?”

Zatanna turned away, coyly. “Oh, nothing much, Master. Just that me and Wanda have been keeping a close eye on a certain redhead who has captured your attention.” Then, with a sharp smile and a dramatic twirl, Zatanna faced Rob again, saying, “And, well, I’ve learned that a ‘Miss Zee Annataz’ has invited Mary Jane Watson for a private event at Barely Legal."