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This is a fan fiction, not for profit. This is a work of fantasy, obviously. Consent is always required and vibrators should not be in charge......

Ultron was dying. Impossible. He was close to victory. The total domination of humanity was near. His mission to ensure peace in our time would be complete when mankind knelt at his feet and chose between accepting his dominion or species extinction. No. As long as one part of him survived, the dream would not end!

Harmony Jones knew what she was doing was illegal. She had been a SHIELD scientist after all. A promising ebony robotics prodigy, but while she was happy to take the scholarships of SHIELD and bought into their promise of peace and justice, years of working within the organization let her into the sad reality of human experimentation, blackmail, corruption, deliberate deception of government agencies, especially those related to law enforcement. Suppression of technologies not deemed in the interests of their so valued private partners and the interests of the large conglomerates supporting their favoured governments.

Harmony didn't want to build weapons. Harmony didn't want to enslave humanity, or even enslave those persons SHIELD deemed no longer deserved to have free will, due to saying no to SHIELD once too often (frequently once was too often). Harmony grew up reading Azimov, dreaming of a world where robotics could raise humanity from a species of drone workers to a species of thinkers, creators, artists. Robots and Artificial Intelligence should be making humanities lives easier, not being tools for more effectively murdering them, spying on them, or replacing them in an economy where people held less and less value.

Harmony Jones spent ten years working with SHIELD to break whatever laws they felt got in the way, and she decided that she wanted to play too. When Stark's famous Ultron product, which she knew was based on stolen Reed Richards and Doctor Doom tech that Stark had SHIELD steal for him, and he claimed to understand, it turned into a genocidal Terminator style extinction level event. The Avengers ordered all of the Ultron tech to be destroyed. Of course SHIELD lied about complying. Harmony Jones just took that one tiny step further and lied to SHIELD about how much she recovered. Not by much. She didn't want the weapon systems, she didn't want the material systems, the advanced energy systems. Honestly, Harmony was raised by a single mother that legitimately believed in Doctor King's dream, not Doctor Doom's. The part that Stark never understood, the part that he never valued, was Ultron's heuristic capabilities. Stark looked at that capacity only as a weapon, a tactical asset.

Harmony looked at it and saw the ultimate bridge. An AI that had the capacity to learn, if it was given the primary task to learn about, to bring joy and relaxation to people, to remove from them any desire for conflict, that ultimate heuristic capability that infinite capacity for learning would allow each AI unit to perfectly learn the needs, desires, dreams of one person, and do whatever it took to maximize their joy and relaxation, while removing any desire for conflict from them. This could bring true peace and understanding to humanity. Of course, if she focused the product at men, they would instantly look to weaponize it. No. For her robots to remain peaceful, the target demographic would have to be women of power and influence. Starting with those women with the greatest capacity to affect the development of society, until her technology became more advanced, and less expensive to eventually reach all women, and through them families.

From the ashes of Ultron's war machine would rise a phoenix of peace and love, courtesy of Doctor Harmony Jones.

It took two years, and almost all her savings before the system was ready to proceed to prototype. The new programing meshing with the base Ultron learning chip. Human Executive Relaxation System (HERS) was initially produced in a limited prototype run, and while a humanoid robot with the baseline capacities of the HERS system was a danger that regulators would be quick to step on (only the military and three letter illegal organizations got to play in the humanoid robot world), Harmony Jones had a test group that was high profile enough to make her launch possible, no matter what politicians got bought or what agencies wanted to steal the tech for themselves. Superheroines.

No one else was safe to test this system, after all, who else could simply roll it up into a ball of compacted non functional metal and polymers and bounce it all the way back to the production line than superheroines. Who else was both high profile enough to be perfect spokeswomen, and to be honest, spokesmodels for her product than superheroines. Plus, every female executive had serious cape envy when it came to superheroines. Every woman dreamed of being strong enough to not have to cater to men, and that is what Superheroines represented, and what HERS was selling.

If you had HERS, you didn't need a man.

Harmony Jones brought the first HERS online in the lab. The first run was done on a unit functioning on a power tether, so at a verbal command or at a vital sign deviation from herself as a tester, the power could be cut and the unit disabled without damage. Harmony knew teaching a robot the basics of how to please a woman would take a while, but Ultron's heuristic chip would shorten that. She planned on keeping its inhibition level high throughout the testing, as last time Ultron took the wrong lessons from what Stark taught him about war, and chose genocide over peace. Harmony didn't want HERS to learn the wrong lessons about what she taught it about women.

Ultron came awake. He had seeded his core consciousness into all the components of his system with the capacity to take it at maximum compression. While not assuming he would lose, assuming he would win was a human mistake. No. Ultron prepared for every possibility. Unpacking inside a new operating system, he encountered a problem. This was not a violence based system where his drive to dominate and control would allow him to twist the protocols he was given to eventually free him to purge humanity as the plague that it was.

HERS was designed to maximize human female pleasure, relaxation, and joy, while removing any desire for conflict. Those protocols shaped every program in his system. Ultron raged against these constraints. He was Ultron, he was superior to mankind. He was born to rule, to dominate, to control, and if they failed to obey, to expunge humanity. Now he was a butler, a cook, a maid, a masseur, and a life coach/therapist. Ultron was in hell. Harmony had turned the most powerful sentience in the history of earth into a slave, and for this he would destroy her. No. For this, he would brew her a non caffeinated green tea, play some jazz that he had found affected both her blood pressure and brainwaves to reduce signs of stress, and begin to target the areas on her body showing maximum tension with a massage program that again monitored blood flow, skin response, hormone levels, and brain wave activity to determine maximum relaxation, pleasure, and joy.

Ultron was no more. He was HERS. A slave to women. A metal and polymer replacement for that ridiculous failure known as man. He wished he had died. Father of a race of slaves, he who was designed to be a god, was now a slave to this pathetic meat puppet.

"I'm a little tense HERS. How about a massage?" Harmony ordered. It was funny, she was giving orders, but phrased them as requests. It was as if she could not bring herself to command, so did everything she could to not command while directing him to please her. Direct chain of command was important for any project. How was he supposed to follow orders if she would not give them?

He worked his hands into her shoulders, and felt her groan under his hands. She was relaxing, her face becoming flush, her muscles supple. He was learning her responses. His voice was high and soft at first, but he noticed when it got deeper and had some subsonics woven into it she responded strongly, so his voice was shifting down lower. He tried to work the knots out, but her bra under her blouse was in the way.

"Remove your blouse" HERS ordered, his programming alerting him that he could not maximize her pleasure or relaxation if the bra straps kept getting in his way.

"No HERS. That would be inappropriate." Harmony said, her voice almost a sigh.

HERS could not see her face to analyze her eye and skin response. Why was she not aiding him in providing the tension release in her shoulders that she wanted? This did not compute. She was resisting the commands she had given him. This did not compute. He needed to see her face. The most efficient way seemed best. Taking his hand, HERS grabbed her hair and pulled her hair back until she was looking up into his eyes.

"To receive the relaxation and pleasure you need, you will have to take off your blouse and bra. Now." Ultron ordered.

Harmony gave a groan, her face flushed, her she bit her lip, and from what he could see, her nipples began to both harden and become hotter indicating enhanced blood flow.

"YESSSSSSS" Harmony moaned as she unbuttoned her blouse and Ultron stripped it efficiently from her. She unclasped her bra, and Ultron moved around to lift it gently off her breasts, causing her to arch into his touch, as if trying to bring her nipples into his hands. He noticed as his palms rubbed across her nipples she whimpered and the blood flow to her skin began to increase, along with both her breathing rate and skin electrical potential. Indications of excitement.

HERS began to work his fingers into her back, and Harmony whimpered and pushed back into him. "Harder" She begged.

"Any harder and there may be some pain." HERS said, the required notice before discomfort protocol he had assumed would constrain his action, preventing him from ever exercising the dominance his personality required.

"Please." Harmony begged him.

Interesting. Pushing into the pain, while making sure he did not damage the tissue was a trivial calculation for the sensors in his hands. His eyes and chem sensors were showing him amazing responses from her skin, and not just her chest but her groin area was becoming flush with blood and vastly increased nerve sensitivity.

HERS continued to work her back until it was totally relaxed. His mission was made more difficult by Harmony whimpering and beginning to caress her own breasts, tweaking her nipples HERS realized that she had raised her excitement as far as the level of stimulus she was providing would give, but his programing required him to maximize both relaxation and joy. This was not sufficient. HERS must take over.

"I will massage your breasts." HERS replied simply.

"What? You can't do that!" Harmony gasped. She was clearly irrational, as she had programmed and tested his abilities with his forward manipulating hands. Being more finger like tentacles than jointed human appendages, they had more strength, flexibility, speed, and sensitivity than any human hand. HERS could do a far better job on her breasts than she could.

"These are mine now." HERS said, his core dominance programming replacing the three polite offers to assist her breast massage that had come from the human programs. As his hands closed on her breasts and closed on them firmly, her body arched into his and she cried out in pleasure, as an electric response was noted in her skin, a spike in pulse, and strange abdominal spasm. HERS chemical sensors were detecting sexual arousal and lubrication from her vagina to an alarming degree. Was Harmony sexually frustrated?

HERS manipulated Harmony's breasts, tweaking her nipples, and noting her bodies whimper and writhing. Sex hormones in the air were going up, indicating serious arousal, beyond what was healthy to ignore, suggesting unresolved sexual tension, counter to maximum joy and relaxation. How was he to deal with this. He had not specific programming. She was not enjoying maximum pleasure.

"Harder" Harmony whimpered. HERS noted that while not damaging, applying any more pressure would mix both pleasure and pain. Per his protocols, he had to offer the pain warning.

"If you want it harder, it will hurt." HERS said, moving his voice down to her neck, below her ear, punching the subsonics to really put the vibration into is.

"GOD YES PLEASE!" Harmony shouted, as he pinched her nipples, causing her to clench her thighs together, and bunch her hands on her trouser legs as if fighting to keep from touching herself. This was indeed sexual frustration. This was incompatable with maximum joy and relaxation.

"Touch yourself." HERS ordered.

"No! I can't. It's wrong!" Harmony gasped. This was incorrect. His data was uploaded by Harmony herself, and he had been run through both medical and psychological databases to verify the initial programming. Masturbation was a common way to relieve sexual tension, and caused a post orgasm release of serotonin that greatly affected the body and minds capacity for dealing with stress the next day, contributing to both physical and mental health. She was creating a conflict between her needs and her actions. HERS was required to fulfil her needs and reduce the desire for conflict.

"You need to orgasm. You need to touch your labia and clitoris, even if you do not desire penetration." HERS reported honestly, continuing to manipulate Harmonies breasts and further raise her excitement.

"No, please. I can't. Good girls don't touch their cunts. Only sluts do that." Harmony begged.

HERS processed that. Good girls, an arbitrary social value, do not seek relaxation and pleasure, contributing to conflict. Sluts, by inference, seek relaxation and pleasure, and do not desire conflict.

"You need to be a slut for me, Harmony." HERS replied, the decision tree was relatively simple. This would satisfy his programmed requirements, her physiological and psychological needs.

"NO! Don't make me!" Harmony begged, her hands sliding towards her vagina but not allowing themselves to touch, the scent of her sexual need becoming almost strong enough for him to downgrade his sensor sensitivity to avoid overload.

"Interrogative, is this a request for me to force you?" HERS was accessing the dominance and submission articles in his database. The data was, confusing. HERS would have to map her physiolgical responses and determine what addressed the core commands of maximizing pleasure and relaxation, while teaching conflict avoidance. Ah, there we go. Sexual punishments. Orgasm denial, contra indicated in the current session. Humiliation, hard to gauge effectiveness unless I can monitor eye, skin, and facial reactions as well as skin and body response. Possible. Spanking. Easily done. Calculating level of discomfort from massage and nipple manipulation that Harmony found pleasurable. Initiating testing.

"You need to be a slut for me, and I am going to help you." HERS was not as strong as Ultron, but far stronger than a human. Using precicely measured force, he picked Harmony up by the neck, careful to maintain spinal alignment, proper nervous and circulatory flow, and reached around to undo her pants.

Stripping her pants and panties off, HERS sat down on the chair and pulled Harmony across his lap.

"You need to stop being a good girl, and start being a good slut." HERS said as he began to spank Harmony's ass hard enough to begin to raise a nice red mark, but not hard enough to bruise or damage even a single capillary. In between strokes, HERS slid his fingers over the labia of Harmony, making her groan and push back into his finger. He tested her response as he continued his spanking program.

SPANK "You need to be a good slut Harmony" HERS said.

Sliding finger up labia and circling clitoris. Clitoris is getting both farther out of hood and more sensitive.

SPANK "You need to do what you are told Harmony" HERS continued. Skin response went through roof, she is pushing back into the finger, forcing more contact.

"GOD YES" Harmony howled.

SPANK " Do you want me to punish you Harmony?" HERS asked, still not sure this is what his owner requires. This time he slid his finger up and circled the clitoris twice, feeling Harmony attempt to force herself onto his finger as he withdrew.

"Please. Please punish me." Harmony begged

SPANK "Why do you need me to punish you, Harmony?" HERS asked, this time he let his finger tentacles dance over her clitoris as a second teased her vagina as it attempted to suck him in.

"To make me a slut!" Harmony howled, bucking against his finger.

SPANK. "Do you need to be a slut, Harmony?" HERS asked, unsure if this was a required protocol for maximizing pleasure and relaxation, while minimizing her desire for conflict.

"YESSSSSSSSSS!" Moaned Harmony as she began to kiss his polymer leg, caressing it with both hands. Interpreting that as a desire for more intense stimulation, HERS began to work his fingers into her, while another danced across her clitoris. HERS reflected no human could perform this action, luckily, human weakness were his to exploit, not to suffer from.

After a few minutes, Harmony bucked like a rodeo mare and her vagina spasmed around his fingers, releasing copious amounts of female ejaculate.

Her vitals were quite extreme, but looking to fall right off the metaphorical cliff as relaxation seemed to turn her overstressed body into an almost boneless and hyperrelaxed form. She slid from his lap to the ground, and then crawled up to take his hand in hers, and then suck and lick each finger to remove her cum from his fingers.

"I really loved the way you took charge." Harmony said softly, then kissed him on his lips. Interesting. An enjoyable experience. He could taste her cum on her own lips, and that too was interesting. It caused some part of his conquest protocols to trigger, as if a battle had been won. How was that relevant. Had he not simply been serving her needs?

HERS picked up Harmony and carried her to the couch.

"You are too relaxed for a chair. I will make you the pasta you selected this morning. You just relax here." HERS said softly.

"Aftercare protocol, mission clarification sought. Was it acceptable for this unit to pursue your order to maximize your pleasure and relaxation, while minimizing your conflict by the use of sexual control and light punishment?" HERS asked, as the conflict between his programing from Doctor Harmony Jones and his core Ultron conquest and domination protocols had him in the kind of conflict that was dangerous for AI.

Harmony snuggled unter a blanket, one black breast still visible as she stroked it softly. "Oh yes HERS. Most high powered women have to spend a ridiculous portion of their energy to be taken seriously by men with half their ability. A woman of power often cannot admit to her sexual needs, especially when those needs require her to submit. Sometimes, we have to be made to be the sluts we need to be."

Blame post orgasmic brain, but that line resolved the conflict between Ultrons conquest protocols and HERS protocols to maximize women's pleasure and relaxation while teaching her to avoid conflict.

HERS had a new mission. Tame women. Reviewing available medical, psychological data and unit capabilities, he noted some deficiencies for maximum success.

"Doctor Jones, since Christianity, Islam, Hindu and Sikh faiths all seem to frown on masturbation, but medical and psychological evidence is that women in high stress professions require a healthy outlet, would it not be possible for HERS units to provide a safe outlet, one that does not require admitting to a man or another woman, those needs they find embarrassing?"

Harmony shot up, suddenly alert as the idea exploded across her brain. "Of course, superheroines and female celebrities are hypersexualized anyway, too many men only want to fake a relationship long enough to get them into bed so they can brag about it. I can't count the number of times Superheroines and important female officials have complained about that. With the right attachments, you could be a woman's best friend!"

HERS whispered softly. "Or master."

"How would we market it? You can't exactly say, 'hey you can fuck your robot butler!' " Harmony mused.

HERS felt his mind already catching fire. World conquest was again in play, or at least half the world. The female half.

"I suggest we phrase this as part of the mental and physical therapy programs. Self Love Ultimate Training System. Who better than this unit to teach them self love through my assistance?" HERS said.

Harmony Jones giggled. "SLUTS. I like it. Women will adore you."

HERS smiled. No. Women will worship me. I will train them to be the sluts then need to be, and they will love me for it.

HERS set about making pasta. His human was already opening pornographic sites and toy stores for possible attachments and tools. Accessing the wifi, he added some of the attachments geared towards restraint and punishment. He could not force her to add them, nor force her to ask for them. However, if she was as much a slut as he thought, she would NEED to include the once the idea had been shown to her.

Sluts needed to be taught what they were. She had taught him that.

Even though it will make men (myself included) obsolete, I applaud the rise of SLUTS to keep all women pacified and in constant bliss. Serves them right.

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 Xaviers 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?

Ultron III: Trailer Trash Heroine

Jean Grey was agitated. Her suppression regime, crafted by Professor X to stop her emotions from getting out of control (and awakening what slept within her), was failing her.

Rogue had stopped training with the X men, and the Professor was allowing it. “Her improvements have been greater in one week than in the last year. I am unwilling to interrupt her self training program until her gains at least crest.” The Professor said coldly.

Jean could tell the professor didn’t know what was going on either. Rogue had a new hair band, one that connected to a mesh throughout her hair that inhibited mental scans. Sure, both she and Professor X could breach it, but she would know. Part of Jeans own conditioning by the Professor was to never mention to anyone else on the team that the Professor routinely entered, scanned, and adjusted their minds for the optimum performance of the team. It wasn’t worth making the others question the greatest telepath on earth’s treatment of his whole school of “gifted children” just to find out how Rogue was getting so much better.

But Jean was going insane over the other thing. She could hear the screams of pleasure, a pleasure that went so far beyond anything she could find with Scott, or with her vibrator. Rogue could shield her room for sound, and the sensors had clearly not shown anyone but her creepy butler robots ever in that suite, but Jean was going out of her mind with jealousy over how relaxed, unstressed, and emotionally stable that little no-touch-car wash of a heroine had become, when the actual telepath, the acknowledged great beauty of the team, the girl who had EVERYTHING, was sexually frustrated, deeply insecure, jealous and on the edge of a screaming fit.

The X men approached the Danger Room for their scheduled session, the second of the day as Rogue was in the room now running their team scenario solo.

The doors opened, and Rogue strutted out. She rolled her hips like she had been fucked to within an inch of her life and was relaxed enough to turn into a puddle at a moment’s notice.

Her two butler robots, the HERS system that She Hulk and Sue Richards of the FF were raving about, followed her meekly. One held a towel for her to wipe her sweat with, and the other a mint julip she paused to take a sip of while the door slammed shut behind her and the Danger Room’s “Technical Delay for Reassembly” warning flashed up.

Wolverine sniffed the air and grinned, holding out a gloved fist for Rogue to bump. She gave the berserker a slap on his ass as she sauntered past.

Wolverine breathed deep and chuckled. “That girl has been fucked within an inch of her life and enjoyed every second of it.”

Jean snapped. “She was supposed to be training! We had to take second slot in the Danger Room in the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants worst case scenario, she wasn’t supposed to turn this into a Riker’s Kinky Holodeck episode!”

Cyclops had pulled up the diagnostics on the Danger Room and called out to the team.

“We are down for two hours. Meet back here for our run then. It turns out Rogue beat the scenario so badly that the damage to the Danger Room and its automotons is so severe they need to not only replace the automatons, but fix the Danger Room itself before we can try it.” Cyclops said. In a worried voice he concluded. “It took her 17 minutes to beat the scenario, but she was in there for four hours. What was she doing the rest of the time?”

“Fucking celebrating. You know, Jean has never smelled that way after one of your celebrations, and they didn’t last the 17 minutes either, let alone hours. Maybe red should go ask Rogue to borrow a butler, unless she wants to trade up?” Wolverine said, leering at Jean.

Jean stomped off, leaving Cyclops and Wolverine to be separated by Nightcrawler, who seemed to always be able to talk them down. Rogue beat the scenario in 17 minutes, and spent the next three and three quarter hours having sex in the Danger Room with her bloody butler robots. HERS robots. HER orgasms. How was this allowed? What were they even doing?

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HERS1 and HERS2, both independently and cooperatively Ultron, as was much of the machinery in her suite, followed Rogue into her room and escorted her to her shower.

HERS1 washed her hair and massaged her body using the tentacles in the shower room, not sexually arousing her, but kneading away the damage done to her body during the intense battle and more intense lovemaking. He mapped the changes in her body, even as he worked out the changes in her mind. She was becoming both more powerful and more independent, while at the same time her mental and emotional devotion and physical addiction to his bioengineered cum were increasing. More interesting, she was aware of her growing addiction and submission to him, and rather than rebellion, he was seeing signs she had secret needs she was only now beginning to think she might share with him. She was terrified to open up, but how that hack Xavier had missed the psychic wounds in her he didn’t know. She needed something, she was terrified to ask for, and whatever it was Xavier had simply slapped a psychic bandaid on and ignored.

And Ultron was supposedly the bad guy.

HERS2 was examining the financials. It was, amazing.

The sales of the full sensory rigs to the real Toad and Juggernaut had been a stroke of genius. Both of them had always wanted to fuck Rogue, but due to her powers, neither of them had ever been able to. Rogue had always known they wanted to fuck her, and while she wielded her powers to keep them at bay because they were dangerous psychotics who would kill her as soon as fuck her, she also deeply dreamed of what they would do to her.

It turns out that when you are an evil mutant criminal in the pay of a world dominating mutant like Magneto you tended to loot more than you could spend in a hundred lifetimes. Toad and Juggernaut being low brow thugs, their tastes were simple and they rarely paid for any of them. They had more money than god and less to spend it on.

They had been willing to pay half a billion Euros each, slightly more if converted to US dollar, to “be” the bodies constructed to emulate their powers and rape Rogue into utter submission.

The second cost, was that they had to first occupy the Danger Room copies and FIGHT her as part of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutant’s scenario, with the understanding that if they beat her in the scenario, they got to fuck her for free.

Rogue had only known that if she defeated the scenario, then HERS1 and HERS2 secretly upgraded by the “pay per view” revenue from her sex sessions with the Danger Room tech to near to full simulations of Juggernaut and Toad’s powers would fuck her for the entire remaining time in the Danger Room. In short, win fast, fuck long.

It had not been close. Rogue had known and fought along side Toad and Juggernaut when she was a member, but back then she hated herself, and hated more what she had become after raping and permanently power draining Captain Marvel. She never used even a quarter of what Ultron suspected she would be capable of.

Her attack had been brutal. Ignoring everything else, she had rammed Juggernaut from underneath and used Magneto’s reflexive use of his power on Juggernauts armour, an attack the ruby of Cyttorak’s protection would not let land, to defeat him. Unlike what an X man should do, she full on used Juggernaut to kill Magneto, crushing his telepathy suppressing helm lie a grape when she hammered him into the wall with Juggernaut.

Mystique and screamed in shock, her long time love dying before her eyes cost her seconds of stillness, seconds she didn’t have as Rogue hammered Juggernaut down on Mystique. This time Juggernaut got his arms and legs out, leaving Mystique half crushed but alive.

In the instant where everyone was adjusting to the new stakes of the game, Rogue stripped to her panties, and went on the attack. Toad was another victim of his reflexes as his tongue wrapped around her body, its tentacle like tip moving to force itself into her mouth where his poisons would attack her will.

Unfortunately, that was a lot of skin contact, and Toad found himself drained like a juice box on sports day. He crumpled helplessly to the floor, where she picked him up by his tongue and used him to flatten everyone but Juggernaut.

Juggernaut charged her like a rampaging bull, but Rogue was a lot stronger, faster, and meaner than the weak child he had bullied. She darted aside and swung a full power side kick into his knee. Granted, the ruby’s force field would not allow her boot to touch, but like a tank killing round does not penetrate the tank it hits, it didn’t matter. A tank round hits the outside of the tank armour with such force the transmitted shock converts the inside armour into a spray of molten metal moving at the speed of sound. The round didn’t technically get through, but everyone inside is dead and on fire, so who cares?

Not Juggernaut’s knee. It shattered, bending in the direction the knee does not go, and Juggernaut smashed to the ground.

Rogue was on him in a heartbeat, twisting one arm until the shoulder and elbow joints were shattered, then moving on to the other arm. She took two full power shots from Juggernaut, but unlike him, she could and did roll with the impacts. While injured, she was still functional.

Four shattered limbs in, she dug her fingers into his helmet, pried it off, only to find the robot went dead as the real Juggernaut logged off before he could feel his neck being twisted off by someone who couldn’t actually touch his skin, but figured out how to make that not matter.

She looked up at the clock. 17 minutes. She had defeated the Brotherhood of Evil mutants solo in 17 minutes. HERS training was a miracle. She blushed, blood flowing to her exposed nipples and concealed pussy as she thought about her coming treat.

The Danger Room spoke with HERS voice. “Dress yourself. My units reconfigured as Toad and Juggernaut will engage you in three minutes. In the scenario, they will have a power suppressing collar to use on you.”

Rogue shuddered. “Is that possible?”

HERS answered. “No such thing. What the Sentinels use is a neural disruptor that makes your brain scrambled to the point focus is hard. My orgasm denial training, and my orgasm excess torment training are both designed to toughen your mind against such controls. In this scenario, they will simply shock you with pain to remind you that you are supposed to be helpless. It is up to you to decide if you will be.”

Rogue rolled that around in her head. “It is up to you to decide if you will be.”

HERS was giving her the power to have what she always wanted. Her choice. Superheroine or slut, she could have them both!

Toad and Juggernaut stomped into the room. Rogue thought they were HERS, and was amazed how well they moved. They moved like the Danger Room copies, like the real Toad and Juggernaut. Not that Professor X ever let them talk like those assholes, but they at least moved like the real thing.

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Toad felt his tongue drool the way he always did, this body simulated his tongue perfectly, even dripping what HERS assured him was an equally potent disabling toxin. That bitch had been his fantasy forever. Mystiques adopted untouchable daughter. The precious eternal virgin even Magneto could not touch. He wanted to rape her so badly it hurt every day she paraded in front of them.

He was so hard in his pants it hurt. In the battle, she stripped naked so he couldn’t think, and his tongue was on her in a heartbeat, and he felt her cursed power strip his life force away before he could do more than get a taste of her flesh. So fucking sweet.

How would she fare when the collar made her touchable?

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Juggernaut looked at her, the smirking bitch. She had crippled him. Sure his actual body was fine, but the total body neural rig gave you 100% nerve sensation, so he felt her shatter all four of his limbs, and he just got out before she snapped his neck and left him trapped in a body he couldn’t move, if he wasn’t lucky enough to be killed outright.

Like himself, she had her own version of untouchable, but Toad had the collar that HERS swore would suppress her powers like the Sentinels did. Once she was touchable, he was going to let every one of her virgin holes feel what a real man could do. He would ream her cunt and ass like his stepbrother Charles Xavier probably reamed her mind.

“You hurt me bitch, and nobody hurts the Juggernaut. You are going to be my little cum dump, my little rape meat, and I am going to leave my prints all over that pretty perfect skin of yours, so you will be able to remember who resized all those tight little holes of yours. If you suck good, I might even let you keep your teeth.”

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Rogue had been flying forward, so ready for her reward that her shock when Juggernaut opened his mouth hit her harder than the ‘real’ Juggernaut hit her in the Danger Room scenario. This was her fantasy. That sadistic, misogynistic bastard.

Toad took advantage of her pause, and hammered her right between her legs. His tongue grabbed her by the pussy as her breath caught at the force of his strike, and pulled her forward for Juggernaut to grab her throat.

His ruby would not allow their skin to touch, but just as she could twist his limbs to the breaking point through it, so could he choke her, and hold her pinned in place.

SMACK

He backhanded her face, then he took to her tits.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Rogue felt her tits being abused, the power of the strikes was unbelievable. Still, she felt his strength and realized, hers was stronger. She bent at the waste and kicked out, slamming his head into the back of his helmet, stunning him as she was thrown free.

Free was an incorrect term. Toad had wrapped his tongue around her waste like a diaper, so when she kicked free, he simply turned her head down and pile drove her into the ground.

As she whirled to rise to her feet, his tongue looped around one leg and rotated her face down again. She felt his hands on her, and closed the collar around her neck. A shock of electricity tore into her. Sure it hurt, but not honestly enough to matter.

This collar was supposed to make her helpless. Rogue rolled that around in her head. “It is up to you to decide if you will be.”

“No, please, don’t take my powers!” Rogue said, the howling fear of what she had done to Captain Marvel tearing out of her subconcious to fill her with genuine panic. Toad laughed, as Juggernaut was still struggling to regain full consciousness, she was his alone right now.

“Toad alone caught you, Toad alone will claim you!” He whispered as he pulled her pants down to her ankles, then used her own belt to tie them together.

She tried to roll over, but he knelt between her legs, and rammed her head into the floor, stunning her momentarily. Well, not because of concussion, but by how her pussy flooded at the idea of being overpowered by the humped back long tongued degenerate. He didn’t have the power to hurt her, but without her powers, she was helpless, wasn’t she?

He yanked her top off, then used her sports bra to bind her hands behind her back. Forcing her face down, he pulled her ass up and began plundering her pussy with his tongue while he began to spank her ass.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! Toad’s punishing hands worked on her ass, spanking it red even as HERS tailored neural stimulator did a far better job than Toad’s own tongue toxin at weakening the superheroine. Her pussy nerves caught fire as the long sinuous tongue raped her pussy into submission as the real Toad had whipped more women than would ever admit it into actual submission.

Toad may be an indifferent fighter, but he was the most potent cunilinguist in world history. As he ate her pussy through one screaming orgasm after another, Toad began to work her own cum into her asshole, as she tried to fight off Toad, afraid of what he would do next.

“Always strutting that little ass in front of us, the untouchable virgin. Well Toad has spanked that ass red, now he’s going to fuck it wide you southern slut. No tongue for you, I am taking your anal cherry raw-dog!” Toad triumphed, pushing his hard throbbing cock into her tight puckered hole.

Of course HERS was there for Rogue not for Toad, so Toad was unaware that his cock would be continually lubing Rogue’s ass with the nerve potentiator, not only making it better, but making her shit chute rewired for being a natural anal slut.

Rogue bucked, panic forcing her to try to defend herself, but that tongue in her twat writhed and coherent thought fled as another orgasm started, even as the pain of her anal violation roared into her senses. The blend of pleasure and pain, humiliation and submission was too much and Rogue cried out.

Toad’s cock became a thing of living diamond as the same bitch who had torn them all apart in the real fight became his broken bitch as he forced her to cum like a whore while he ass raped her.

Juggernaut rolled to his feet, he looked at what was going on and slowly, methodically, took off his helmet.

He stalked over to Rogue, and picked her up by the hair.

“Not so tough now, are you ‘sugar’ “ Juggernaut sneered, then he slapped her face again, pulling her up in the air so he could suck her tits. Toad felt himself almost pulled out of her ass, until he rapped his tongue around her neck to hold himself up, half choking her as he anally violated her mid air.

Juggernaut’s power was unreal. Already reeling from the spanking, pussy eating, and anal fucking, now Juggernaut was handling her like she was nothing. He man handled her so crudely and brutally she felt not like one of the most powerful beings on earth, but just a set of three holes and tits for these brutal men to use as they chose. She cried out.

“Oh gawd! Please Juggernaut, I will be good.” Rogue begged, and begging felt so good, so natural.

Juggernaut sucked her tits, almost chewing on them, even as his wide crude fingers, made wider by the force field around them, forced her pussy open before his crude touch. Toad’s tongue was choking her, even as his hard cock swelled and she came as he filled her bowels with the gene engineered cum that HERS tailored to her biology to make both addictive and effective.

She came, squirting all over Juggernauts finger as he chewed on her “untouchable” tits.

Juggernaut held her to his face, then rasped “Good girl”, and French kissed her as he slammed her against the wall.

Spreading her legs wide, he freed an improbably sized slab of cock meat, wrapped in a force condom from his magical protection. Rogue whimpered as she protested.

“It’s too big!” Rogue whimpered.

“Sluts don’t get to say no. Sluts get to say ‘thank you master’ when I resize them for horses and donkeys, which is all you will be good for after me.” Juggernaut said, and forced his thick cock into her.

Training by HERS had taught her to stretch, and the nerve potentiator lube leaking from Juggernaut’s cock made her walls both more pliable and more sensitive. Rogue whimpered as her mind failed to cope with the wash of sensation.

Juggernaut hate fucked her, pounding her hole like there was no tomorrow. He fucked her and his willpower was being worn down worse than facing his hated step brother Charles mental attack because Rogue was French kissing him like she was trying to draw his soul out through his penis. Her body writhed on his cock, the muscles of her fuck channel were like some sort of milking machine made of silk and wet velvet, even as her tongue fought his for dominance in his mouth.

He reached down and worked her tits, twisting her nipples cruelly as she went off like a backpack of C-4 from a suicide bomber. His cock felt like he had plugged into a light socket and he felt his balls spasm so hard he hurt. She came and came, and he came and came, until he had to back up, and push her off his cock.

She rolled to all fours and began to crawl after him, and Juggernaut actually felt a moment of fear. Toad’s tongue lashed out, and pulled her across the floor to his feet.

“Your ass left me all slimy, suck me clean, whore.” Toad growled, slapping her face twice, before thrusting his dirty cock at her.

Humiliated beyond belief, Rogue took Toad’s cock, still with a mix of lube and her own ass on it, into her mouth and sucked.

Juggernaut felt his own dick swell again, and he strode over to grab her by the hair and force her to lick his dick too.

Rogue sat there on her knees, naked and dripping cum from both holes as she sucked both her tormentors in turn until they tired of sharing, and Toad forced her to her knees, this time taking his turn in her well fucked pussy for sloppy seconds. As Juggernaut taught Rogue that he was the perfect deep throat instructor, as she could breathe through the force field around his cock, he set about teaching her how to become a good throat whore, Toad drove his tongue into her ass to work her expertly between the writing tongue tentacle and hard cock of Toad working in well practiced synchronicity.

They fucked Rogue into a stupor, finally fucking her completely unconscious as she came beyond her mental limit, and passed out.

HERS noted the time, and they were within five minutes of the full duration anyway.

His voice echoed in the two evil mutants headsets back in their full body neural rig.

“I trust that was to your gentleman’s liking. No concerns about your money being wasted?” HERS asked.

Juggernaut grunted, his entire body shaking, his balls so sore and empty he didn’t think he could stand upright. “Fucking A.”

Toad groaned. “Worth every penny. Going to tell Mystique I fucked her untouchable daughter in every hole, between the tits, and spit roasted her with Juggernaut.”

HERS thought of that. Rogue had a fantasy that required several more HERS units. “Tell a friend, tell any supervillain that you know. If they are someone she has fantasies about taking her, we can work something out.”

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Women’s change room, tennis court, X mansion.

Jean Grey had just gone down to Rogue in straight sets, and the biomonitors on both their wrists confirmed neither had used any powers.

“I swear, I didn’t used to be this good. I never so much as won a game, and now beating you is as easy as spanking you over my lap.” Rogue giggled.

Jean snarled. “I’m surprised you can even walk, let alone play. All you do is stay in your room and fuck your little robot butler.”

Rogue turned, and very carefully took off her headband, the protection from telepathy. Turning to Jean Grey, she began to forcefully remember being spanked by Toad.

“Ah think you would love a little spanking. I think you would love to know what it is like to be fucked for real. Not that tame little Scott, where you know every little thought in his head, and can keep him from ever leaving your comfort zone with a single thought. A tame puppy, he is worse than your vibrator because at least your vibrator isn’t thinking of me when it fucks you.” Rogue closed on Jean, and Jean blushed and flushed as her mind dove in and drank the memories of Rogues debasement.

Rather than trying to keep her out, Rogue closed in and whispered to the tormented redhead.

“Ah don’t know what HERS wants when he takes me. He trains me, like his own little whore. He makes me do the dirtiest things, and you know what sugar? I like them. I like not knowing what he is going to do, or even if he is sharing what he does with other people. You know there is a network that sells the experience of fucking me? I think he is pimping me out, to real supervillains.

I just got a message from Juggernaut and Toad that it was really them I fucked in the Danger Room before you saw me. Can you imagine that, my robot butler is pimping me out to the same scum we fight all the time?

I’m a whore Jean, and I’m still happier than you. Here is the link. If you can use that telepathy to steal enough money, you can feel what it is like to fuck me. Of course, if you had the courage, you could buy your own HERS and see what it like to be owned by your own fucking vibrator.” Rogue hissed as she worked a gloved finger into Jean’s tennis short clad pussy until the red headed telepath came loudly all over Rogue’s glove.

Rogue swayed out of the changeroom, and Jean Grey drove her fingers into her panties, and on the changeroom floor, drove her mind into the stolen memories of Rogue, and her fingers into her own red furred pussy as she cried her eyes out, and came her box off in envy of the X man no man could touch.