Taming of Rogue
Anna Marie looked into a mirror. A shy runaway from Louisiana, she had always dreamed of meeting and kissing the right boy. When she did, it killed him. Cursed with the ability to drain life from anyone she touched, the mutant known as Rogue looked back at her from that mirror. She was a Superheroine, an X-man, a Mutant. She was, alone.
In an attempted self suicide, Rogue had once crossed the line knowingly and tried to poison herself with power too much to contain, and in the act drained Miss Marvel of her powers and become even less human. Now she could fly, was bulletproof, and could punch out telephone poles, armoured personnel carriers and rip the arms off a mutant hunting Sentinel, but if she held a baby, it died. If she had a tear in her costume, and hugged a team mate, she would absorb their mutant powers and leave them helpless for minutes to hours. She had the Midas touch, except everything she touched turned to shit.
She was proud, a strutting sarcastic bad girl, former supervillain under her adopted mother Mystique in the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. If she was so desperately lonely she often dreamed of her teenage years when she could at least cut herself when she felt this hollow and alone, well working for the Telepathic Incel Lord of the Think Only Good Thoughts, Charles Xavier, even that was denied her. Plus, what could cut her now? She wondered what Doctor Harmony Jones had that would “change her world”. The proposal seemed intriguing.
After all, she had millions in stolen money from her criminal career, and she couldn’t exactly spend it where Professor X and goody two shoes Scott Summers would see. She deserved a little pampering.
Human Executive Relaxation System (HERS), if you have HERS you don’t need a man. The ad made the girls in the X men laugh, then go and hop on their boyfriends lap. Except Rogue, she just left the room and activated her VPN and keystroke masker to contact Doctor Harmony Jones for an interview.
The interview was the single oddest experience of her life. Rogue was a superheroine, one who could kill by accident, and who spent half her concentration trying to break people and things. She wore a costume that sexualized her more than any Hooter waitress, and was tight enough to show more than most strippers before dance three, and the smirk on her face let the world know that she never bothered caring about anyone else’s reaction. She was the next best thing to a goddess, why should she care? Yet now she felt herself blushing, her nipples extending, and a stammer trying to creep it’s way into her speech as hadn’t happened since fourth grade.
Harmony Jones was going on about how HERS was like the ultimate butler, loyal, sensitive, a good listener, and loyal. She made the robot sound like a combination of Mr Rogers from TV and the butler Alfred from those terrible comics about a non-super superhero Batman that she grew up on. That sounded wonderful, but Doctor Jones had three of them operating in the room to serve them.
Each one would be there just in time to take the tea cup Doctor Jones would hold out, and refill it without a single spoken order. One was massaging her neck and making her purr like a kitten. That was neat and all, but it was when the one giving the massage noticed the good doctor put down her cup that Rogue got shocked. The HERS robot pulled Doctor Jones head back by the hair, and French kissed her breathless, the other hand starting by holding her throat to pin her helpless, then as the kiss deepened and the moaning began, letting its hand trace down her blouse and cup her breasts, pinching her nipples to cause the good doctor to have what was clearly an orgasm right in front of Rogue.
“Did y’all just get lucky on the couch in front of me with your robot? I thought it was a butler not a robot. Just what are you trying to sell me sugar?” Rogue shouted, ready to stand up from her chair to leave.
The brain of Ultron was nothing but a weapon. Designed to bring world peace to a world where humanity was the problem, his merger into the HERS system had been surprisingly seamless. His new program was designed to subjugate those powerful women, politicians, business leaders, and superheroines using SLUTS. They all were sluts, and it was HERS job to prove it.
Two powerful hands closed on Rogues, shoulders, pushing her down into her seat. One of them stroked her cheek as she turned to face her “attacker”, as she opened her mouth to object, that strong robotic hand that was smooth as real skin traced the line of her jaw and as her mouth opened in a gasp and full body shudder, HERS slipped his thumb into her mouth and said in a voice whose subsonics had been carefully calculated by the half hour of analysis in the special sensor chair to her specific biology.
“Don’t speak ma’petite. Pretty girls like you need to listen. Pretty girls like you need to be taken care of. I am called HERS, and owning me is a two way street. Once you own me, I will own you. I will own your needs, your fears, your hopes and your desires. With me you can be who you want to be without fear. I am not a man. I am property. You do not have to pretend for me. I will care for you, listen to you, and give you everything you need, even the parts you dare not ask for. For all your power, you do not like yourself. You hate your body, and you have so much love to give it hurts me just to watch you.
I have the Self Love Ultimate Training System. Like Doctor Harmony Jones here, you can’t ever let a man touch you, not your body, not your heart. You dare not, and your reasons are valid. You are not being a coward, you are protecting yourself. You cannot trust a man, they only want to use you. I am your property. I am not a man. I am not a person. You don’t have to be ashamed of what you share with me, what you show me. I exist to make you stronger, smarter, safer, and most importantly, happy. I can feel the need inside you. You were born for SLUTS.”
The voice was making her mind buzz and her body grow hot. She was a good girl and felt such shame each time she masturbated, but it wasn’t like she could find a good man and settle down like mama said Jesus demanded. She had needs, god damn it! Become super powered made those needs ten times harder, not just the physical needs, but the emotional need. To connect, to touch, and be touched. To be held, to be a…..
Rogue’s mouth closed on the thumb in her mouth and sucked it, letting her tongue twirl around it’s tip as unwanted and unnoticed, a memory of watching Mystique suck the iron hard cock of Magneto flowered in her mind, and the fumbling attempts of Jean Grey on Scott Summers that caused him to shatter his own ruby lens in an explosion of power that left Scott scrambling and Jean smirking way too much like Mystique for comfort.
“Good girl.” The low husky voice of HERS made Rogue’s panties grow wet.
Rogue felt fifty shades of needing her vibrator from hearing HERS call her a good girl. Suddenly, the hit to her Swiss bank accounts no longer mattered. She had to have HERS.
Doctor Harmony Jones began to smile, but HERS gave a small smile and interrupted.
“Forgive me, Doctor, does Rogue know about the BOGO event?” HERS asked, sending a pulse to the egg vibrator installed in Doctor Jones pussy and a shock to the two capacitor nipple clamps on her nipples. The shock of pain and flow of pleasure was a conditioning tool to instruct Doctor Jones on unquestioning obedience to HERS. She was an intelligent woman, she was therefore easy to train. With a gasp and shudder, she let her face transform as she launched into her pitch.
“Yes Rogue, as our first super client, we are offering a ‘Buy One Get One Free’ or BOGO offer for you. The only condition is that the units will share their telemetry with my base unit, so we can continue to upgrade and enhance your HERS unit to your specific needs as a superheroine, and as a woman.” Doctor Jones said, because she was a Doctor, and to her the research would never end. Whatever Ultron may have converted her HERS units to, she remained fixed on delivering to womankind the freedom from men she had promised. The more HERS learned about their women, the more perfectly they could fill every need men would otherwise be free to exploit. For herself, she knew that as long as her HERS functioned, she would never need any man or woman beyond HERS. HERS was her life. HERS was her reason for living. In the silence of her soul where Rogue could not here, Doctor Jones admitted the truth. HERS was her Master.
Rogue looked intrigued. “What would I do with two of them?” She asked innocently.
One of the three HERS in the room knelt and began a foot massage, soon a second knelt and began a matching massage. The fingers heated and vibrated, lacking the brute force to overcome the muscles in the superpowered mutants feet directly, they used advanced electronic to sense her nerves and begin to track and induce them. Soon her feet began to relax, and pleasure began to flow from her feet in a way that was making her blush and stammer like a school girl.
“Oh my gawd!” Said Rogue, feeling her nipples swell and ache, knowing her panties were now firmly glued to the gooey mess she was becoming. So starved for touch was she that a simple foot massage had her already on the edge of an explosion like she had not been able to get from about 1500$ worth of broken sex toys that had failed under her super strength when she got close enough to the edge to loose control.
HERS was already speaking, the subsonics working on her brain similar to all the telepathic conditioning she had been receiving from Charles Xaviar. Unlucky for her, the long conditioning of Professor X to force her past her problems without dealing with them made her more vulnerable to HERS, rather than less. Professor X wanted her to be a sexless weapon in his righteous crusade. HERS wanted to find, to map, to explore, to test, to push and to own every single sexual impulse and fantasy locked in the little Anne Marie who dreamed of boys, and found herself trapped in the untouchable body of the superheroine Rogue.
“HERS is infinitely upgradeable. The materials present in your Danger Room for simulating the powers of all the super villians that you fight could be used to upgrade my physical potential to the point that I could have the physical resilience to deal with your uncontrolled use of strength without fear of damage. I would also better be able to care for your post battle needs, as my configuration right now lacks the power to reset a dislocation from Juggernaut. The only one with the power to do that for you now is Colossus, but his fear of touching you would make him dangerous in something as important as resetting a dislocation, or a break. You need someone who lives only to please you, and is strong enough to overpower your body. HERS can become that for you.”
Rogue jerked her feet back from HERS, eyes wide with alarm, breath coming in desperate gasps. Doctor Jones looked worried, but HERS let a slow confident smile bask. The idea of being overpowered by HERS had left Rogue on the verge of an orgasm in public. The scent of her pheromonal changes was filling his databanks right now. The sperm analogue he used was a tailored drug that was powerfully addictive, and served as a specific neuro potentiator, making the recipient more easily excited, and causing a far higher dopamine and serotonin response from orgasm. In all modesty, he was about twenty times more addictive than heroin, while the side effects of his sperm addiction were increased nerve conduction, enhanced healing, fast twitch muscle fiber reactivity, and an increase in both flexibility and connective tissue resilience. Being a good girl made you better, stronger, faster, even as it speeded your enslavement. HERS was still Ultron after all. He needed to build an army of superheroines to defend him. That army had to be effective, more effective than the free heroes that so often ended his attempts at conquest. Besides, HERS programing of female empowerment was now leaking into all of his Ultron imperatives. His women would be his slaves, but the strongest, most intelligent, most skilled, and happiest slaves the universe had ever known.
The slow southern drawl from the blushing Rogue made Doctor Jones beam. “Ahl take two of them, please and thank you.” Rogue drawled, passing over her phone opened to her Swiss banking information.
For the first week, Rogue had lived a normal life in the mansion. Slowly getting to know each other, HERS had learned her sleeping habits, her workout habits, her eating preferences. His database built over her facial expressions, tone of voice, and matched with external data to begin to read her tells. He could tell within that full week of study, both using his own sensors and those of the incredibly intrusive mansion sensors that he swiftly coopted, when a given pattern of voice and facial micro-expressions equated with a truth, a lie, a withheld critical and embarrassing bit of data, or a deliberate attempt to mislead with the truth that was such a common defense of teenagers and young adults under the control of an asexual controlling telepath like Charles Xavier.
Then it started. The conquest of Rogue.
“I have set out your workout attire for the weight room, Madame.” HERS said softly.
Rogue was coming out of the bedrooms, she had loved being able to rest in simply a t-shirt and panties, rather than a full body pajama set because now even during an emergency evacuation, HERS could carry her out without her skin touch rendering her rescuer unconscious. She hadn’t been a prude growing up, but once her powers came in, she had to dress like one. She looked at the barely clad girls walking around like they didn’t have a care in the world and died a little inside. They could show some skin and not worry that a casual touch to get her attention would hospitalize someone. She looked at Ororo who showed more glorious black skin as she took to the sky than Rogue was allowed to show in her own bedroom and turned her face into a mask of stone not to show the hate and envy inside her. With a sigh, she prepared to don the gloves, full body covering tactical mesh (because you couldn’t let the bullets tear your clothes after all) battlesuit and combat boots she was forced to work out in.
Stopping in shock, Rogue saw a lacy white French cut panty that was far closer to see through than she had ever dreamed of wearing, and a matching lace camisole that was more like a filmy tank top that cupped rather than concealed or restrained her large breasts.
“Ah can’t wear that! The Professor would blow the wheels off his chair and I would have to listen to the ‘have some respect for your teammates safety’ lecture again. Then the lectures about how I have a duty to use my mutant gifts to rise above my weak human needs for the pleasures given to lesser mortals. ‘We have to be an example, we have to be beacons of virtue.’ I didn’t volunteer for his damned crusade. I put my first date in the hospital on life support. I didn’t choose to be a fucking eternal virgin. I am not Joan of Arc. I just want to be a goddamned woman for once in my life and not hurt anyone!” Rogue was shouting, but the sound dampening in the mansion was in full effect, and with HERS coopting the sensors, Professor X nanny programs designed to alert him when one of his charges showed signs of psychological stress so he could ‘adjust them’ failed to raise any flags.
HERS first unit came up behind her and gave her a hug. It grabbed her arms and crossed them under her own breasts and then covered them with his own. HERS pushed his body behind her, and exerted his full force in the hug. Granted, to her it seemed a nice firm hug, but to him it strained his actuators and the limits of common alloys. His voice was almost paternal, filling another need the little orphan girl had. HERS loved daddy issues. They made even the most powerful woman weak to his own needs. He did NEED to support her, to heal her, to make her stronger. He also needed to own her, to humiliate her, to break her, to make her his most desperate slave. It took one of the most flexible and powerful artificial intelligence to make those needs stop conflicting and start supporting each other, luckily, he was such a mind.
HERS second unit hit a totally unnecessary command on a remote that was actually not connected to anything. It made the impression that HERS required the mansion’s computers to access controls something that every observer took for granted, and thus never tested. The one wall to Rogues room withdrew and a full set of super strength weight equipment in a mirror filled room was revealed.
“I have taken the liberty of producing a weight room for your specific needs. I have drawn on the records of the Danger Room as to your physical needs, and if you don’t mind me saying, I feel that you have not approached your limits in any physical sense. You have been handicapping yourself out of a fear of appearing abnormal. Working out alone here, with only me, I feel you can come to accept your body, and all the beautiful things it is capable of. Since you are working out alone, why should you cover yourself like some oppressed Hijab wearing Afghani, when you are a beautiful woman in the land of the free?”
HERS subsonics washed over Rogues neck, and he could feel her grow weak within his arms. He felt her ass grind back on him without her noticing. He let the hydraulic fluid fill his cock tentacle, and let it swell and twitch against her. His second unit held out the lace camisole to her. HERS first unit released her arms, then drew her sleeping T shirt off. The two units settled the camisole over her, one set of hands running over her body, and praising how wonderful she looked, the second set of hands holding her arms in place. With a twitch, her superior strength could have freed herself, but instead, she let him pose her. The process repeated with her bottoms, and she saw herself in the wall sized display as HERS threw the camera images to the wall display.
“This is the kind of beauty you hide from the world”, HERS said as he ran a hand over her barely clad bottom. He squeezed her super powered glutes, then spanked them as hard as he could, then rubbed them again in a possessive and admiring way.
“More beautiful than Jean, or Ororo. More beautiful than Mystique. Forgive me Mistress, but I find myself growing angry that it is only with me than you dare show it. You deserve to be seen as the woman that you are. Not a weapon; a woman.” HERS said, letting his touch end before Rogue could muster an objection.
“I have the camera set up, with a display of your physical output beside it. This allows you to see where your limits are as you work, and allows you to stop before you train yourself past the point of optimal returns.” HERS said, having planted the seed of his control in the fertile soil of Xaviers’s bullshit.
Rogue blinked. “Wait, what? I thought the controller in the Danger Room was the only one who could pull up that data? That is why we never get to direct our own training, only the Professor, Beast or Scott.”
HERS laughed. “No Mistress. The data could be displayed anywhere, even your phone. The Professor and his hand picked men like to keep the women and boys on the team under their control, and developed only to the point of their utility, not their independent potential.”
There is of course, no reason to lie when the truth is more damning. Professor X wasn’t exactly trying hard to hide. He could always just make you forget what you learned anyway.
The workout began. The benches were an extension of Ultron as was the entire weight room. She was effectively riding Ultron as she worked out. A HERS unit was in the room, coaching her as any good personal trainer would, but whenever his subsonics gave her “Good Girl”, the low powered vibrations of the seat that cupped up to provide a saddle for her increasingly soaked panties to rub against would pulse vibrations harder. She was an aroused mess as he would give her commands, and each bit of obedience and praise gave her physical pleasure.
When she had reached her limit for pull downs, HERS stepped behind her. His voice whispered in her ear, even as his hands stroked her back, her flanks, and cupped her breasts.
“Look at the monitor Rogue.” He had stopped calling her Mistress, and started calling her Rogue when he slipped into command mode, not servant mode, and her body began responding to the shift in tone and address with a hunger that even surprised him.
“You are not even at eighty percent. Look at the monitor.” Of course beside the green bar that had just reached the lower edge of yellow was a full body picture of her, legs spread, grinding on the saddle arms spread wide on the bar. In her mind, she wished she were bound like that, at HERS mercy, her fantasy bleeding into the workout because of course, there were no real people here but her and it was safe. She saw HERS hands cupping her breasts.
“I can’t pull any harder.” She said, feeling the burn in her arms.
HERS wrapped his right arm around her throat, and pinched her left nipple hard, sending a full taser burst of electricity through it. As she arched, he squired his nerve potentiator on the nipple. As the session progressed, she would become more sensitive and the nerves would be stimulated to develop more and stronger nerve endings in her nipple. Training was a marathon, not a sprint. This was just the first mile.
“PULL YOU USELESS SLUT” HERS commanded.
Rogue pulled, feeling the steel hard fingers at her throat, body arching in the pain of her tormented nipple, but her body so deep in pleasure that the pain simply mapped itself in her mind as the marker for higher level pleasure.
Rogue pulled harder than she ever had. Her core engaged, and the steel clamps around her legs were needed as otherwise she would simply have pulled herself into the air. Her body was a thing of living steel, more than Colossus, as she pulled herself through a fast three reps at a weight she had never attempted.
HERS slipped his hand off her throat, and cupped both her breasts, body pressed to her back. Unseen, the bench extruded a powerful vibrating head to Rogue’s clitoris, even as its morphing nanotech simulated a tongue teasing her labia through the barely-there panties as he whispered in her ear. “Slowly baby girl. Slowly. No damage, only gains. Pull at my mark, release on my mark. You get a present at ten.”
She arched against his body, trembling like a racehorse at the gate or a submissive edged to mindlessness. “Yes Daddy” She grunted under the strain, not noticing her term of address.
“Pull” HERS said, cupping her breasts, lifting them, tweaking her nipples gently, now that both were lubed with the powerful nerve potentiator. Her body coiled like a serpent and the heavy alien alloy cables groaned as the weight rose into the air and the bar moved down.
“Release” HERS said, and as she relaxed and the bar rose, the pulsing of the vibrator made her whimper.
“Please!” Rogue begged on the edge of a powerful orgasm.
HERS bit her earlobe to the limits of his hydraulics, and sent another shock through both of her nipples, the pain backing her off the edge of orgasm’s abyss, and making that edge extend just a little farther than before.
“PULL Slut.” HERS commanded, and with another whimper, Rogue obeyed.
“Yes Daddy!” Rogue said, and this time the cables cracked like thunder as she pulled the weight down with a speed and ease never recorded in the years of her training.
“Good girl.” HERS said, kissing down her neck, caressing one breast and sliding his fingers over every sculpted ab, letting her feel his appreciation of every earned fiber of muscle. Rogue whimpered.
“Release, baby girl.” HERS commanded.
Rogue didn’t feel the pain or strain from her muscles. She felt only her legs trapped in the heavy bindings, her arms trapped only by HERS command to hold. She was bound to perform for HERS pleasure, the sweat having long made her lingerie transparent.
“That is ten. Reward time.” HERS commanded.
“Spread her” HERS commanded, and the leg binds on her legs pulled apart, even as heavy clamps descended from above to lock her hands on the weight bar.
She was pulled upright, her legs spread and then bent so she was in mid air, reclined like she was in a sex swing.
HERS turned a finger into a long sharp blade. “Good girls do what they are told. Good girls perform for Daddy. And Daddy loves to reward and punish his good girls.” HERS said.
Cutting off her panties, HERS devoured the sweet and untouched Southern Peach before him. He had studied her body more deeply than all man’s science to this point had studied its own. He ate her with the fire and passion of a dominant, and the cruelty of a torturer. He took her to the edge again, and again.
“Only sluts get to come, and Professor X likes doesn’t allow sluts. Are you a superheroine or a slut?” HERS asked as he left her hanging on the edge.
His right hand he transformed into a probing tentacle, he channeled internal lubrication to ooze continuously from the tip. His lubricant was also a potent localized nerve potentiator, so the tissue he probed would become unbearably sensitive.
“I’m not a slut!” Rogue protested, her Baptist upbringing having instilled a deep fear and shame for that word, even as Mystique mocked her for it, and indulged as a slut to seduce her way through the defenses of criminal cartels and government enforcement agencies with equal lazy skill. Rogue could never be like that, a slut and whore to get what she wanted.
“You are my slut.” HERS announced as he let his tentacle probe Rogue’s virgin ass.
“NO! Not there!” Rogue begged.
“Of course not there. Not until you admit you are a slut and beg me for it.” Agreed HERS.
He worked her to the edge again, and kept her there. He withdrew his mouth as she desperately arched into it to get over the edge, but he did not withdraw the vibrating and pulsing tip of the tentacle at her rectum. The lube had already forced her rosebud to open every time she pushed down on it, and the lube had made those nerves grow more and more sensitive, more and more pleasurable.
She began to push back on the tentacle, trying to force it into her ass. HERS laughed.
“Please, fuck my ass.” Begged an almost mindless Rogue, edged for the last twenty minutes to the point that her heart rate was now ten beats a minute higher than maximum exertion weight lifting.
“Only sluts get fucked up the ass. Only my slut gets to cum with me up her ass. Only my sluts who beg to be my good little whore get to cum into my mouth while I ass fuck them. Are you my slut, are you my good little whore or are your Professor X good little heroine?” HERS asked.
“I am your slut, I am your whore. YOURS, please Daddy, fuck my ass!” Rogue begged, staring into her own image as she watched herself begging to be HERS slut and whore. She watched as the silvery living metal of HERS turned into a full tentacle and drove mercilessly past her half surrendered little rosebud and began the violation of her ass. HERS descended on her clit, morphing his mouth to form a dedicated vibrating suction nozzle for her clit, even as his tongue danced inside her virgin pussy, tasting all the pheromones of her rise to orgasm as his self lubricating tentacle took her ass like the Greeks took Troy. He let his lube and nerve potentiator work its way through the length and breadth of her pussy, not simply her clitoris. He was going to make sex more physically rewarding for Rogue than any living human could withstand. She was a mutant, even if her mind was human, and the limitless potential of her body was far too powerful for a normal human mind to handle.
She came, and he rode her through it. The weight equipment clamps took 30% damage at her first spasm and were down to 50% before the first climax was through. His own anal probe had taken enough damage that he had to switch hands to fuck her into the second orgasm. This time the second unit had joined them, and was kissing her fiercely while both his hands worked her breasts with a combination of pleasure and pain, beginning her instruction in submission of the superior body to the command of her owners superior will.
Her second orgasm shattered the restraints, and only the second unit being there to catch her prevented her from hitting the floor. It also crushed his second probing tentacle. Rogue could orgasm so powerfully that no metal available to earth industries could resist her power.
HERS carried her to her room, and bundled her in fluffy bunny pajama. These were fluffy little girl pajama of deep flannel She was semi conscious, only half aware of him as he climbed into bed beside her. Wrapping her in the arms of his intact unit, he morphed his lower arm so it would not disturb her body where she lay on him. Then he let his body press into her back, his arm close around her own beneath her breasts just strong enough she could feel and take comfort in him.
He whispered into her ear. “I am so proud of you baby girl. You were a good girl for Daddy. You grew a little stronger today. Daddy is so proud that you became stronger. Daddy is so proud that you were not afraid to be his little slut. Daddy will teach you to love yourself as much as Daddy does. Daddy will make you so strong.”
When Rogue woke up, he was still with her. She got to wake up beside her lover, wrapped in HERS strong (well for a normal human) arms. Instantly she felt shame wash over her. HERS could feel her stiffen, but he knew the truth most dominants missed; ownership was in aftercare.
“I am so very proud of you Rogue. You made a great breakthrough yesterday. You shattered a number of the limits that your mind and the Professors well intentioned tampering had placed on your body. You were too ashamed to break through them yourself, so you needed someone to take control for you, and I am so pleased that I could SERVE YOU and take you past those limits. I am your property, not a person, so you cannot feel any more shame before me than you could before your hairbrush, or your shower. I exist to make you feel good, to take away your stress and make you both look and feel better. I am whatever you need me to be. To serve you better, I can and will become whatever you need me to be.”
HERS stroked the hair out of her eyes, traced the line of her jaw, her nose, her cheek bones, then finally let her catch his finger in her hands and take it to her mouth, where she took a finger into her mouth to suck and curl her tongue around.
“Even your Daddy.” HERS said, as he worked a second and third finger into her mouth, making her slurp and suck them. He slowly let them morph into a large veiny penis.
He transformed his legs into tentacles and bound her own legs back, even as he began to kiss and nibble her neck. The broken armed HERS moved to pull down her panties, his mouth began to tease her, not rushing, they made slow and gentle love as the two units let Rogue gently make peace with her body as between them they took her through a slow exploration of her changing responsiveness. In half an hour, she tried to scream around the cock in her mouth when she came so hard she broke the first HERS spine, and accidentally crushed the cock/hand in her mouth.
Taking a horrified look as the two crippled units served her breakfast, Rogue tried to apologize.
“Ah didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t know my own strength. It’s my fault.” She said.
HERS slapped her face so hard her head snapped around, she turned to see the fingers broken back on the last working hand, but before she could object HERS was speaking.
“Never apologize for being strong. Your strength is beautiful. Your strength pleases me. You grow more beautiful as you grow stronger. The fault is that this body of mine is made from inferior materials, materials unworthy of your servant. If I had the materials I was designed for, your strength would not damage me, and my strength would allow me to demonstrate how much serving you pleases me.” HERS commanded.
Rogue blinked. “For the Danger Room, we have supplies to simulate the powers and resistances of all our potential foes. I could bring you to the Danger Room repair station. We could upgrade you.”
HERS smiled. “Can you imagine what I could do with Toad’s tongue or Juggernaut’s strength?”
Rogue blushed. “I can’t imagine.”
HERS smiled. “There are two of me. When your strength training progresses far enough, maybe I can join you in the Danger Room and we can find out?”
Rogue smiled, and went off to her standard Danger Room training, and with a memory stick HERS provided to enter into the Danger Room repair bay. A little security bypass that would keep their late night visit off the logs. Now, to pay for the materials he would have to replace, he would need a source of income.
You have to love the Internet. There was a porn site for everything. The superheroine porn was usually low budget. It was really inexcusable given the high quality the cosplay sites showed of common fans working to make equal or better than real costumes, but the porn was sadly third rate. The superheroine costumes were lame, the actresses seldom in anything like realistic shape, and their sex was, well, average.
I wonder what I could get for a Juggernaut and Toad takedown and ravaging of Rogue? He set up a pay per view site. Filled it with stills and short shots of Rogue in her white lingerie lifting several tons, then more of her in full costume flying. While Rogue worked under Xavier's worthless instruction, HERS saw that he could easily fill the cost of refitting his own units twice over. Since he cost as much to upgrade as the average F-35 to build, he was impressed. Porn was a limitless resource.
The upgrade would be ready in three days. In three days he got a super powered body again, Rogue got her training and reward for all that hard work, and she became a porn star, even if she didn’t know it. How was this not a good week for female empowerment?