X-Girls Go XXX

With Rob’s wish creating the weird amalgam of fictional beauties inhabiting his mundane, ordinary world, certain incongruities popped up. Most of them could be brushed aside because, as far as Rob was aware, his lovely ladies barely existed in the margins of the world and only became relevant or active when he was around.

But the Charles Xavier Memorial Institute for Gifted Students was a gigantic incongruity.

Here there was this private school, on a huge plot of land in central California, with a three storey main building alongside separate buildings for the gymnasium, Olympic size swimming pool, and the dormitories (plus whatever facilities were used by the actual X-Men team). And this massive facility housed… six faculty members and ten students. Genie magic or no, it was a miracle Jean or Storm or anyone else never questioned such things.

Oh well. After being initially amused by such a blatant break of the suspension of disbelief, Rob decided he was more than happy with the enormous size of the Institute. It was something for him and his harem to grow into. And it gave him an incentive to have lots and lots of kids to fill these hallowed halls with his daughter-sluts.

So, with all that being said, it was no surprise that it took very little time to gather the ten students into one room and announcing the changes that would be occurring to the school.

And by “announcing” Rob meant “having Jean and the other psychic fry their minds into complete, blissful obedience”.

Yes, Wanda and Zatanna’s magic was an invaluable power and resource for Rob and his harem building. And, yes, he had been granted amazing breakthroughs due to the technology being developed by Liara, Mercy, and Sombra. But having a trio of psychics that could easily tamper with thought, memory, and emotion was an absolute game-changer! Especially psychics as powerful as Jean Grey and Emma Frost (Psylocke was there, too).

Despite being outnumbered three minds to one, it took no time or effort for Jean and the others to subdue the ten schoolgirls before they could even ask a question, clearly evident that they did not have the same psychic defences of their mentors. Their mental faculties were shut down, their higher consciousness terminated, and their brains were turned to mush, turning the ten Mutant girls into beautiful dolls waiting to have their empty little heads filled with the joys of submission and slutdom.

With the girls rendered voiceless and thoughtless, Rob entered the scene to watch his newest slaves at work. He sat himself in the corner of the classroom, Wanda straddling his hips and Talon at his feet. He had decided Wanda was due an early reward for this wonderful day, so he was currently bouncing her up and down on his cock while Talon tongued her asshole, Wanda moans and cries doing little to break the mesmerized X-Girls out of their stupor.

And while Rob and Wanda and their fun, so did the three other, non-psychic X-Women, with Mystique eating out Storm while Rogue ran her gloved hands over the nude bodies of her friends, being very careful not to nuzzle them with any part of her exposed face.

Honestly, between the sudden orgy and the mass brainwashing of a group of innocent schoolgirls, Rob was feeling extremely nostalgic right now. Talon was right to cheer the concept of a school wholly designed to transform unwitting young women into his adoring sluts, there was a tremendous amount of sick, twisted pleasure to be mined from that concept. Rob couldn’t help but look upon the blank, drooling faces and slumped over bodies of the X-Girls, feebly twitching as their brains were turned into soup and filled with his ludicrous propaganda, and just couldn’t help but smile. It was like being back in the early days of all this madness, learning the limits and truths of his powers, and building his confidence.

“Ooh! I felt that one, Master. All of your perverted thoughts are so loud and domineering. They completely overwhelm psychic space.” Jean commented, never turning away from her charges. Even from his vantage point, Rob could see her eyes glowing blue as she called upon the near limitless psychic powers at her disposal, one hand on her forehead to gather it, one arm outstretched towards the girls to direct it. “You really enjoy watching us brainwash these girls, don’t you? You’re turned on by me betraying my students and turning them into whores and sluts for your amusement.” When Rob didn’t answer, Jean chuckled. “Well, I do too. Now.”

“But of course, darling. Master is a visionary. We should have done this years ago~” Emma purred, striking a similar pose as Jean as she did her work. She was clearly enjoying herself, openly salivating over subjecting her students to the same mental conditioning she experienced. Or maybe Rob had brought all of Emma’s perversion to the forefront and now she too couldn’t wait to dine on barely legal, eighteen-year old bodies.

“And, if I’m being honest, this just might be a mercy.” Emma continued. “I have seen these girl’s test scores, some are woefully ill-prepared for the real world. Becoming a cheap whore might just be the best life they could hope for.”

“Ah… nggh… cheap whore… I’m a-a… cheap whore…” A spunky, short spitfire of an Asian girl sitting in the front row said, writhing from waves of induced pleasure, as she conformed to her programming.

“Yes! Very good, Jubilee!” Jean congratulated her student, sending another pulse of psychic pleasure that caused the girl to almost jump from her chair. “It seems the mental reconstruction is progressing smoothly, so let’s see if you girls can consciously recite some of your new mantras. I bet the Master loves hearing newly minted slavesluts mindlessly droning on and on about their new roles in life.” Not to be outdone, Jean was enjoying herself too, as her one hand dropped from her forehead to her crotch, a finger tracing the outline of her privates through her skirt.

Jean’s eyes flared like a supernova as she unleashed more of her incredible power. Even Rob could feel the psychic **** pressing itself against his mind, a firm, phantom hand pressing against flesh and bone and something more intangible. No wonder Jean had reduced the entire classroom into a gaggle of drooling, boneless, braindead dolls.

“Alright girls, I think that’s enough preamble. Are you ready to begin the school’s new lesson plan?” Jean asked in a sinisterly sweet tone before snapping her fingers.

Instantly, at the sound and motion of the snap, the girls all snapped to attention, sitting upright in their chairs with their hands folded neatly on their desks, all ten of them moving in eerie synchronicity. They were still totally zonked, blankly staring into space with shrunken pupils and irises and wearing mindless smiles. Some even still had lines of drool running out of the corners of their mouth or down their chin. Psychic power still surged from the front of the room, puppetting the helpless girls and undoubtedly putting the final touches on their new perspective.

“Yes, Miss Grey. We are ready to learn, Miss Grey.” All ten X-Girls said in a distant, emotionless chorus. “We are eager to learn, Miss Grey, please teach us. We hear and obey.” It gave Rob another rush of nostalgia, remembering his last group of perfectly attentive and obedient schoolgirls. He still didn’t know who it was that offered him that teacher’s job - or if it was even a real person and not just a manifestation of his wish - but either way, bless them. There were few things he loved more than having a classroom of fawning teenage sluts before him.

Jean then beckoned Rob to the front. He took his time to disentangle himself from Wanda and Talon (kissing the former before he left her to recline and observe). Rob then took his place on centre stage, totally naked and with his big hog hanging out. His new cadre of horny Mutant vixens were quick to crowd around him, breaking away from their individual activities in order to fawn over him. Storm and Mystique fell to their knees, wrapping their arms around Rob’s thick thighs and nuzzling up against him, while Rogue knelt calmly before him. The trio of psychics still kept their work up, though now Emma and Psylocke flanked Rob to either side, the big man putting his arms around their waspish waists.

Jean herself, stood to the side, directing the attention of her students to Rob and the lewd tableau that formed around him. No doubt, the X-Girls would all be shocked to see their teachers in varying states of undress worshipping this strange, naked man, but right now they didn’t share a single thought between all of them.

“Without further preamble… ladies, this is Rob Daily, our new Master. He owns us and controls us and we are happy to be his.” Jean announced, speaking in a firm cadence so that her words would sink into the pliable minds of her captive audience. “He desires our minds and our bodies and we will happily give them to us.” A hand quickly fell to her stomach, rubbing the brand beneath her clothing. “He has already impregnated myself and Miss Munroe, as was his desire. We are his slaves and we live to serve him. Mutantkind lives to serve him!”

“We are his slaves… we live to serve…” the collective schoolgirls all mumbled. Jean gave a nod at their compliant attitude before turning to face Jubilee.

“Jubilee… you sexually desire our Master, don’t you?”

Another pulse of unseen psychic energy filled the room and, almost immediately, Jubilee perked up, becoming more animated in her motions and speech, while still retaining the shrunken eyes and mindless expression.

“Does a mallrat love chili fries?” Jubilee asked, rhetorically, bright and chipper as she always was. Some may have seen her as the tagalong kid, but Rob knew that between her yummy body and sparkling attitude, she would be a real firecracker in bed. “Master Rob is the hottest stud there is! I can’t wait to spread my legs and get stuffed by his manmeat. For reals! Being a cheap whore is totes the best!”

Rob couldn’t suppress his laughter. Perhaps it was his perception of Jubilee that was cranking up the valley speak. Or maybe Jean was doing it for his amusement. Either way, it was wonderful and it made Jubes all the more desirable as a sex pet. For her part, Jubilee didn’t react to Rob’s guffaws, as she continued to stare and smile like a total idiot.

Jean smiled at both Jubilee’s response and Rob’s reaction, but before she spoke again, Rob cut her off.

“One more thing before we continue, actually.” Rob then snapped his fingers, replacing the various clothing the X-Girls wore with teensy tartan miniskirts and thin white blouses. Their transformation into slutty schoolgirl slaves was one step closer to the finish. “Alright. Please continue, Jean.”

Jean - through intuition or telepathy - picked up on Rob’s wavelength, leering at the skimpy outfits her students now wore. “There, isn’t that much better now that you look the part of a slutty schoolgirl?” She cooed, eyes scanning the crowd. “And isn’t Master so nice for helping you come to terms with your hot, slutty bodies? Hahaha… yes, young women like you are all the same. You all want to dress like sluts even if society says no. You’re young and hot and you deserve to flaunt your tits and ass if you so choose. Isn’t it great that Master is giving you that choice, Kitty?”

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Kitty Pryde beamed with, well, pride as Jean called on her. Kitty was a little wisp of a girl with big brown eyes and long brown hair, but all of that just made her the very definition of a cutie, a total sweetheart with her sunny personality and slender body, both adorable and beautiful.

“Yes, Miss Grey. I’ve always wanted to dress and act like a total skank, but society looks down on that. Even the school has a dress code! So, thank you Master, for letting us girls finally be the complete whores we were always meant to be!”

“You’re very welcome, Kitty.” Rob returned to the mesmerized girl. “I’ve always been a proponent of letting young women make their own choices and I cannot wait to see what naughty outfits you can cobble together.”

Kitty kept on smiling, as did the others, but then a tiny bit of resistance popped up. The blonde girl sitting next to Kitty - of middling height but built like a stacked brickhouse with cheese grater abs and huge tits - began to squirm in her seat, wincing and groaning, as she shook off the shackles of control.

“N-no… nyet… not a… slut… whore…****…” Illyana Rasputin, better known as the heroine Magik, muttered in her lyrical voice and soothing Russian accent. Her hands were now gripping the desk, nails digging into the top, as she shut her eyes, continuing to grunt. “I am… I am… ah…ugh…”

The other nine girls remained perfectly still and attentive, waiting for the next order.

Jean grew cross and turned to Emma and Psylocke. “Which of you two had Illyana?”

It was immediately plain that it was Psylocke’s responsibility, due to the strain on her face. “I don’t understand… she was as docile as the rest of them before just right now. Mmm, damn! The willpower on this girl! I would be impressed in literally any other situation… C’mon, Illyana! Don’t embarrass me in front of the Master!”

“Why don’t you just make a psi-blade, darling?” Emma said in a droll manner, as Psylocke continued to struggle with Illyana. “Because it seems the more subtle aspects of the mental realm.”

“Rrrgh! Shut up Emma!”

Jean then ended the bickering with one swift motion, her psychic focus shifting subtly and striking Illyana. Immediately, the young woman ceased her fighting, spasming in her seat, as her groans of struggle turned into moans of pleasure. Her hips bucked, thighs slamming against the underside of the desk, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Now, Illyana, be a good girl and tell me what you are.” Jean said, forcefully.

“I am a good girl, Miss Grey.” Illyana droned, lips slowly turning into a brittle smile, as Jean etched the emotion onto her face and mind. “I am a good girl. I am a dumb cunt who craves cock. I am a whore. A slut. A ****. I am whatever my Master wants me to be.”

Jean smirked and then made Illyana stand up and curtsey. “Now, say you’re ‘sorry’ to Master Rob.”

Illyana’s **** smile deepend. “I’m sorry, Master. Please forgive this ignorant slut. I want to be the best Mutant fuckdoll I can be!”

“All is forgiven, Illyana, my lovely.” Rob said, sincerely, motioning to Jean to ease up her control of the girl. Illyana nestled back down into her desk, sitting straight up and proper just like her classmates. “If anything, I think it’s our fault for that little outburst. I haven’t properly explained what I’m doing here or what my ownership over all of you entails.

“I’ll try and keep it short but, basically, I’m a teacher too. I teach a class full of beautiful girls just like this one, where I teach them how to use their sexuality to their advantage in the real world. I call it ‘Slut Class’. And - by pure coincidence, trust me -” Rob’s little aside fell flat to his audience of brainfucked dolls, “All my students end up falling in love with me and wanting to become my sex slaves. Seeing as how that’s a win-win for everyone, I’m expanding my operation and creating a full-blown Slut School, using this lovely Institute as the basis.”

A dark-skinned Latina girl sitting near the back began to beat her eyes towards Rob, smiling flirtatiously, even as her eyes remained blank.

“I can see why all of these other girls fell for you, sir. I’m already feeling a little hot under the collar.” Said Amara Aquilla AKA Magma.

“And what does this have to do with us, sir?” Asked a petite young woman with short-red hair, her voice a melodic Irish brogue. Rob paused to look at Rahne Sinclair, better known as Wolfsbane, and figured he would like to know her better in her bestial form.

“Simply, you’re all going to be my next class of hot sluts!” Rob declared with plenty of bravado and gusto. Jean and the others broke out in applause at the announcement, before psychically urging the students to join in. Rob smiled and bowed at the crowd of puppets applauding him. “You’re all too kind, thank you. But, please, hold your praise until the end. Because I’m not stopping with just one more class. I’m going to fill this entire school with hot bitches and teach them how to be the best sluts they can be. In fact… we’ll be renaming the Charles Xavier Memorial Institute for Gifted Students into the hmm… aha! The Rob Daily Academy for Gifted Young Sluts!

“And, well, as I said, I have an effect on young women where they beg to be my pets. And I just love fucking girls with superpowers, which leads me to an elegant solution.” Rob gestured to both Storm and Jean. “Miss Grey already mentioned that she and Storm here are carrying my children and that’s going to be your girls’ ultimate fate! Once you graduate, I’m going to plow your young cunts and put a baby in each and every one of you. Over and over! The X-Gene and it’s mutations are sure to give me some fine ass superpowered daughters, so I’m more than happy to turn you girls into my baby factories to have that dream!”

Lorna Dane, the heroine Polaris, was currently blushing after Rob’s speech, the red shade of her cheeks standing in contrast to her light green hair. “Oh my… does this mean Master wants to have sex with his daughters? Ah…ah… that’s so naughty! Why do I like it so much?”

“Because it’s like the Master says, we’re sluts and we’re meant to be sluts!” Replied Dani Moonstar, the gorgeous and striking Native American mutant, beaming as brightly as her namesakes. “It makes so much sense now! I’m getting turned on by the idea of being bred over and over again, like an animal - it must mean I was destined to be a total whore!”

“Ah… yes Dani… you’re right…” Illyana tensed out, still wearing the **** smile on her face. “I can’t wait to… to… t-t-to become a Mutant baby-making factory for the Master…” Jean gave Illyana another psychic orgasm which once more floored the Russian babe.

While Illyanna was still resisting, the others were more than happy with Rob’s future plans for them, Jubilee genuinely cheering on her eventual fate.

“Yeah, right?” Jubilee said in agreement with Illyanna, oblivious to the blonde’s continued resistance. “Being a broodmare sounds like the fucking tits!”

Now feeling as if everything was in proper order, Jean finally dropped the psychic connection from the girls. This was probably the best she could manage for one day’s work, and besides, she would have constant access if any of the girls shirked at their mental yokes. Satisfied and happy now that her Master had a classroom of fawning X-Whores, Jean made her way to his side, embracing him and caressing him, shooing off Emma and Psylocke in the process. Rob held Jean close and she never felt more content or happier than this moment.

“I’m glad to see all of you are in agreement.” Jean pronounced of her students. “Though I think some have been quieter than most. Sooraya, dear, do you feel any conflict between your Muslim faith and your worship of Master Rob?”

“I do not, Miss Grey.” Sooraya Qadir (Dust) answered immediately. “The Master and his powers are greater than anything on this Earth. My Master is my god. My faith is my obedience.” She stood up and bowed to Rob, who was looking beyond the conservative abaya robe and niqab headwear she wore to the beautiful Middle Eastern woman beneath. If she was so eager to throw away her faith and religion, then he was eager to strip her bare.

Jean looked pleased at Sooraya’s devotion, before turning to the last students. Her eyes flashed blue again, as she probed their minds. “Noriko? Laura? How do you two feel about our new Master and his new rules?”

“Yes, Miss Grey!” Noriko Ashida (Surge), a muscular and busty Japanese native with dyed blue hair said happily. “I’m ready to be a total slut. After all, everyone loves Japanese whores! Hell, I’ve seen this girl on my socials, Cho, and she’s a total whore and super popular! I used to think she was a racist sellout, but now I kinda get where she’s coming from!”

Where Jean’s psychic surge may have made Noriko more chipper, it left the other student - Laura Kinney, AKA the clone X-23 - a panting mess, moaning and drooling while hunched over her desk.

“Aha! Yes! Bitch in heat… fuck like animal… breed… breed… breed…” She huffed out, mind reduced to a primal soup. Jean was more than happy with the result.

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“Good girl!” With a chipper smile, she turned back to Rob. “Well, my lord, is there any further instruction we need to give these sluts?”

“I think we’ve all done enough talking, it’s time to get to some action.” Rob crossed his arms, lording over his new slaves, as a wicked idea came to mind. “Mystique?”

From her prone position, the blue shapeshifter immediately rose to her feet and presented herself to her Master, allowing him to fondle her lovely skin with it’s very minor - but still prevalent - scale-like patterns. He grinned and made a happy sound. The texture was almost as alluring as the colour.

“Grow yourself a nice, big cock, my dear.” Rob ordered with casual ease. Mystique’s yellow eyes sparkled as she grinned.

“With pleasure, Master.”

While retaining her default blue form, Mystique grunted and thrusted her hips outward, her vagina essentially turning inside out, as the lips flared and opened before expelling an absurdly gigantic cock. Nearly a foot-long and more than three inches thick at it’s girthiest, Mystique’s monstrous blue penis hung and swung with a fearsome energy, as much a weapon of terror as it was a tool of pleasure. The length of the shaft was covered in thick veins and ribbed with bumps and scales like the rest of her skin, and it also came equipped with a pair of grapefruit sized testicles, hanging pendulous and low beneath the python.

Even though she wasn’t a psychic, Mystique could read Rob’s mind and what he wanted in the immediate moment, it seemed, as she began to slowly spin around and present herself to all in attendance - friends and former enemies, colleagues and students. Her moment caused both cock and balls to swing like a wrecking ball, promising to destroy whatever it was they collided with. Everyone had their eyes on Mystique and her new appendage, all the new hormones and thoughts in the brainwashed women around her looking on it with awe, need, and fear.

But no one was more enraptured by the shapeshifter’s girl-cock than Rob himself. It was another fetish he had that he hadn't had a chance to dabble in as of yet. Sure, he had Megan who could shift shapes with the best of them. And maybe Kamala could extend her clit into a pseudo-cock. And he was certain Zatanna or Wanda could grant themselves or another a cock via magic. But however much he loved futanari women, he just hadn’t found the right place or time to indulge in it yet.

Like with his high heel fetish, it was one based on aesthetics. He had no desire to suck on Mystique’s dick, nor have it penetrate him anywhere, but he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful and sex it looked on her. Chicks with dicks were hot! He wasn’t sure what it was exactly - maybe the paradox of an ultra-feminine, beautiful woman being equipped with something so outrageously masculine (and the more feminine the woman and/or the bigger the cock, the better!). And Mystique gained further points due to her exotic skin-tone. She just looked… amazing. Rob was almost at a loss for words, she looked so good.

He reached out and seized the thick girl-cock at the root, Mystique gasping in shock from the sudden move, arching her back and standing up on the balls of her feet.

“Ah… mhmm… does my new appendage please you, my lord?” Mystique purred after regaining some semblance of control over herself.

“Oh yeah.” Rob gave a throaty growl in approval, as he tested the massive blue phallus. Heaving up and down to test it’s sheer unrivaled girth and weight. “You outdid yourself with this little number.” Damn, she looked fucking good. Rob couldn’t wait to have Mystique riding his own hypercock while this beast feebly bounced off his belly. “So now, as a reward, pick out one of these little sluts and rail her with this nasty futa cock.”

Mystique gave a leonine grin, purring ever more as Rob idly stroked the shaft of her big blue monster. It pained both of them to part, but Mystique would follow her orders, and it didn’t take long for her to find her girl. After a few long, slinky steps, she circled right behind Jubilee, seizing her short hair and slamming her on top of the desk. Her cock peaked overtop Jubilee’s backside, filling out the crack between her ass cheeks quite nicely.

“Oh, I am going to enjoy this, you nattering little idiot.” Mystique said, slapping Jubilee’s peach-shaped ass for good measure.

Jubilee cheered and giggled, giddy at the prospect of Mystique’s threat “Oh fuck yeah, Miss Darkholme! Destroy my slutty teenage holes with your massive cock! I’m soooo ready to be a size-queen cock addict!”

Jubilee’s newfound eagerness and enthusiasm were soon put to the test, as Mystique roughly seized her wrist and began to worry her cock into Jubilee’s virgin cunt. It was a new experience for both women, punctuated by a flurry of groaning, moaning, grunting, crying, screaming, shrieking, and swearing from both participants, as Mystique impaled her student on her monstrous cock.

Rob watched the lewd twisted scene - former villainess becomes teacher and trusted ally, only to become a sex pervert and use one of her trusting students as a living fleshlight - with delightful glee. But it wasn’t enough for him. It had been a long day of capturing, claiming, and controlling women, and while he had his fun in Jean’s office earlier, he believed all of his new pets deserved a reward.

“Alright girls, time for your first lesson!” Rob declared to the classroom, pulling focus away from Mystique pounding Jubilee. “Your teachers have done a wonderful job today - servicing my cock, brainwashing you, and laying down the law of our new school - so I think it’s time you show them your gratitude, if you know what I mean.”

“Yes, Mr. Daily. We are happy to obey Mr. Daily!”

The mindless, synchronized chanting of blissfully obedient schoolgirls - another aspect of his new life Rob would never tire of. Following that order, it didn’t take long for things to break out into one colossal orgy. Rob snatched up two cuties for himself, but even with them taken and Mystique paired up with Jubilee, that still left seven sluts for five teachers. The girls surged forth (including Surge, surging forth) and Jean and the others were all too happy to receive them.

Yep. It seemed like the Rob Daily Academy for Gifted Young Sluts was starting off the perfect note.

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Phew! That chapter was as beastly to get through as Mystique’s new cock! Like last chapter, I did not expect this to go as long, and while there isn’t really a “deleted scene” like last time, I basically had to cut this chapter in two. All the same though, I am still happy with how it turned out.

Originally, the X-Girls were only going to consist of Jubilee, Kitty, Magik, Polaris, and X-23, with my thinking being I liked them all and they were probably the most popular “young female Mutants” around (X-23 was also specifically requested on my Slut School Students Suggestion thread by Ferrus). I decided to expand the roster slightly - Magma and Dust for a bit more of that classic X-Men diversity; Surge because I discovered her researching for this arc and liked her design; and Wolfsbane and Dani Moonstar because I genuinely find them very cute and attractive.

I was also considering a few others (Boom-Boom, Pixie, Husk, Karma, and Armor) but capped it at ten as a nice round and manageable number. They may appear in the future though!

Also, once more I've been struggling with getting any writing done, so I think we'll switch to one chapter a week for the remainder of the month, just until the craziness of the holidays passes.

Next time we’ll wrap this arc up with a nice epilogue that hopefully won’t be too long this time! Enjoy!