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Archive-title: Somno-Heroine Sex (part 4)





        The Heroines Who Became Willing Somno-Villianesses (part 4)



     "Experiment 272, supplemental.  My two slaves, FX and I are ow

flying in Jennifer's car to the X-Base.  Jennifer and FX will handle

security while Dana and I take over the sleeping bodies of Psylocke,

Jean Grey and Rogue."  Chris finished speaking and deactivated the

cassette recorder.



     "How come you get all the fun?"



     "Because, FX, you are a much better battler than I am.  If the

male mutants attack, you will have to stop them."



     "Wait!  Me vs Wolverine, Cyclops and Colossus, to name a few.

Shulkie and I are good, but not that good."



     "Chill, FX."



     "Chill, my ass!  Why don't you just admit you are over-reaching,

and we'll take Shulkie and Scent back the penthouse so we can screw

them all night long."



     "Don't you relish the challenge of...?"



     "No!"



     "Too late to back out now.  We're there."



     Jennifer's flying car made a landing on the X-Roof.  A mind

entered Chris'.



     "Who are you?" it thought.



     "I am Lord Somno."



     "You are invading my base, Lord Somno."



     "No shit."



     "I shall signal my team to stop you."



     "Wrong answer, thank you for playing."  Chris activated the

telepathic disruptor and immediately got a splitting headache.



     "Oh fuck, oh fuck." he exclaimed.



     "Would you like me to strip now, Master, so you can have sex with

me?"  Dana asked.



     "No, Dana, I wasn't talking to you."



     "Then it is me you want to screw." suggested Jennifer.



     "No."  He liked the total control of the gorgeous heroines but

they sure were acting STUPID.  Maybe FX was rubbing off on them.



     "NOT!" said FX.



     "Let's go." said Chris.



     Using Chris' lightsaber, (you thought I forgot he had one ,

didn't you?) the party got into the X-base.  Chris used Dana's

knowledge of the passcodes to make it to the bedrooms.



     "OK, FX," Chris said as he handed the controller to FX, "take

Jennifer to the control room and deal with the person on duty."



     "What if it is Wolverine?"



     "Give him a beer."



     After flipping Chris off, FX and Jennifer headed to the control

room.  The two went through several passdoors which Jennifer punched

in the codes for.  Chris must be using the Rings and his power to move

data from Bimbo 2 to Bimbo 1.  Soon, they were at THE control room.



     Ororo, also known as Storm, was manning the monitor at that

moment.  Though she was leader in Professor X's absence, she longed to

be free of the responsibility.  This was not her place, watching

sensors that never changed.  Never changed?  Why hadn't the sensors

changed?  It's almost like...

 

     "Hello, Storm."  said She-Hulk.  Storm turned to Jen.



     "She-Hulk!  What are you doing here?"



     "Relax, Storm.  I need to talk to you."



     "But the sensors didn't detect you."  Something was REALLY wrong!



     "I need to talk to another female super-heroine.  One on one."

Storm dedcided to play it cagey.  Jennifer was under mind control for

sure.  Why else would she walk in clad in a baby doll?



     "All right, Jennifer.  What do you want?"



     "Did you know that you are gorgeous?"  Uh-oh, a real pervert has

control of Jennifer.  If only Jean or Elizabeth were here...That's it!



     "Really, Jennifer.  Do you think that Psylocke is beautiful,

too?"



     Uh-oh, thought FX.  The plan had Chris working on Psylocke right

now!  I can't have her being summoned.



     "Oh...not really.  Not like you."  Jennifer seemed to be talking

like a man.  She is also trying to corner me, he thought.



     FX had Jennifer stop.  He needed a clear shot.  If he missed,

Storm would see him, because an attack cancelled his S. E. P. field.



     "I am done with this banter.  Who are you really?"



     "I'm your worst nightmare."



     The dart struck Storm right in the tit.  The chemicals dissolved

in her soft flesh quickly.



     Storm could see her attacker as the dart stung her in the breast.

A rush of euphoria passed over her.  She had to resist.  She couldn't

move but maybe she use wind to fly to the console and push the alert

button.



     Storm took to the air.  A green hand reached up and clamped onto

her.  She was still flying but now was carrying Jen's great weight.

She pushed her power a little farther while she could still reason.



     The front of her outfit ripped away and the now-topless mutant

neared the alert button.  She had to push it.  She was almost there

and...



     She made it!  She pushed the button and nothing happened.  All

the controls were dead.  What the...?



     "Sorry, Storm."  said FX.  "It seems my sonic suppression

field has negated electron flow in the area.  Too bad."



     "I'll destroy your armor now!"  Storm tried to fire lightning

at FX.  She then realized the chemical was seriously affecting her

ability to think.  Electron flow is negated!  I can't fire

lightning!  I'll just...just...Storm's mind went into neutral.  The

man she was facing must be her Master.  As his slave, her body was

his to command.



     Meanwhile, Jennifer, without the Ring to order her and without

Chris' mind to guide her (that was currently being disrupted), fell

back to sleep on the floor.  She looked quiet and content.



     Ororo walked up to FX and fell to her knees before him.  She

looked up to him and spoke.



     "Ororo, your slave, is ready to obey."



     FX switched off the field.  This was gonna be fun.



     Elizabeth Braddock, better known as Psylocke, slept

comfortably in her bed.  For this warm summer night, she wore a

simple white t-shirt and panties.  She lay on her back, and was

dreaming of her rescue from the clutches of the Mandarin by

Wolverine.  She had some so close to becoming his assassin-slave.

It bothered her.



     Dana carefully pulled off the covers on Psylocke and crawled

into bed next to her.  Chris had used the emergency chemistry kit

to temporarily make himself immune to Scent's power.  Now, he placed

his hands on Psylocke's head.  Scent's power of love flowed through

the sleeping woman's nostrils.  Her dream changed.



     "Who are you?"  she asked.  "Where is the Mandarin, so I can

pay him back for what he did to me?"



     "Elizabeth Braddock, I am Lord Somno."



     "What do you want?"



     "I offer you an escape."



     "From what?"



     "Your dreams."



     "All right, I understand.  You have some sort of sleep-control

power and you can alter dreams."  Damn, thought Chris, she's good!



     "Essentially correct, Elizabeth.  You now no longer need

concern yourself with your nightmares."



     "I don't sense that you are lying, I feel I can trust you."

Scent's power was working.



     "Are you ready to proceed?"



     "Yes."



     "You are currently in the clothing the Mandarin has clothed

you in.  If you remove it, you will symbolically remove his

influence in your dreams."



     "All right."  Psylocke began to disrobe in the dream.



     Elizabeth sat up in bed, eyes closed, expression blank.  She

pulled the t-shirt over her head, revealing her large

comic-book-heroine tits.  She then reached down and slid off her

panties, leaving her nude in bed.



     The dream setting changed to match the real-life setting.  In

both, nude Elizabeth Braddock got up and walked to her underwear

drawer.  Dana followed her.  The blouse-clad redhead pulled both

pieces of underwear out of the real Psylocke's hands, so as the

busty heroine headed to the closet, she remained naked.



     In the same way, Dana moved all the attire just before Psylocke

could grab it, so her nudity was maintained.  Elizabeth now spoke.



     "You're right, Jean would benefit from this."  A pause.  "I

understand she must be asleep."  Another pause.  "No problem, follow

me."



     The black-haired mutant led Dana and Chris to the room of Jean

Grey.  As they walked there, Chris wondered how FX was doing.



     Storm, now nude, continued her oral stimulation of Jennifer.

Ororo's tongue probed deep into the green woman's pussy.  Her Master

had told her she was bisexual so she had accepted it, without question.



     FX, who had disrobed Storm, tasted the black woman's cunt.  PDG,

pretty damn good, he thought, but far too dry.  He manuevered around

her pussy.  He wondered how long it had been since she had had this.



     "Slave Ororo, how long has it been since a guy ate you out?"



     "Over a year, Master."  came the reply.



     Fuck, thought FX.  This bitch needs serious sex.  He considered

pushing the emergency armor removal button again, but knew that he

would need his armor's power should another X-man enter.  He instead

activated the Uther Pendragon flap and spoke to Jennifer.



     "Jennifer, my dear, take over on Ororo's pussy.  I'm going to fuck

you."



     "I hear and I obey, Master."  came her entranced reply.  She moved

away from Storm and bent at the waist, so she could eat out the sitting

on a stool mutant.  FX whipped it out and put it in.  His metal front

slapped against Jen's green ass.  Awesome, he thought.



     Dana, who was keeping to the plan, pulled the awto-breast

injector out from Chris' belt.  She, Elizabeth and Chris were standing

at Jean Grey's door.  The black-haired mutant was being fingered by

Chris and she showed no reaction.  This was, of course, expected.  Dana

mounted the device on Elizabeth's left tit and activated it.  The tiny

motors whirred and the needle delivered it's chemical into the nude

woman's large breast.



     Chris immediately relaxed.  With Psylocke's will dampened, he

did not have to touch her to control her sleeping body.  He put a

Hypno-Ring on her right index finger while Dana reloaded and replaced

the injector.  The naked girl then touched the pad and opened the door.



     Jean and Scott lay in bed together, with Jean on Scott's right and

half on him.  Both were naked as far as the covers showed, as far as

Chris could see.  They probably had been fucking, he thought.  He had

to make sure Mr. Sommers did not awaken with Miss Grey's movements.



     "Elizabeth, keep the man asleep while I help Jean."  he said

quietly to her.



     "Of course, Lord Somno.  I've often fantasized about a apecial

method I could use."



     "Then do so."



     "With pleasure.  And with my mouth."



     Elizabeth walked around the bed to Scott.  She slowly pulled back

the covers.  Jean's and Scott's hips were on the same level, so access

to his cock was partially blocked.  In spite of this, Elizabeth knelt

down on the floor, bent over Scott and began to stroke and lick his

cock.



     "Scott, you will not awaken.  Even if you come, you will stay

asleep."  she said to him.



     "Sure."  was Scott's sleep-blurred reply.



     Now, with that taken care of, Chris began to enter Jean's mind.

Dana stood at bed's end, masturbating as the scent of lust filled the

air.



     Jean's dreamless sleep was interupted by Chris.  Both were nude

in, of all places, a busy bank.  Naked people moved about, transacting

business and serving customers.



     "What are you doing to me?"  the redhead asked.



     "Moi?"  answered Chris.



     "Yes, you.  You're controlling my dream."



     "It's a good dream, isn't it?"



     "It's damn perverted!"



     "But fun!"



     "If you're in my dreams, you must be close, maybe even in my room.

Aren't you?"



     "You're right on the money."



     "I'll simply mentally call..."



     "Professor X.  I've already blocked his mind out for the moment.

I wouldn't have gotten this far if I hadn't."



     "Then I'll call Storm.  She should be on duty."



     "Already nullified.  I'm not stupid, you know."



     "You're quite smug, aren't you?"



     "Damn straight!"



     "No problem then I'll call...What are you two doing here?"



     Per Chris' plan, Psylocke and Scent approached the pair.  They

were, of course, naked.



     "Jean, you might defeat me.  But the three of us, I think not."



     "Betsy, fight it!  He has you under his power.  Fight!"



     "Jean, I'm a lover, not a fighter.  And I love your huge breasts.

I've always loved the way you look."



     "Wait a minute!  This can't be.  You can't force Elizabeth or Dana

to do this, a hypnotized person can't be forced to do anything they

normally wouldn't do."



     "Miss Grey," began Dana, "we're sleep-walking.  Chris controls our

luscious bodies and commands us to have sex wth you."  With that, Dana

kissed Jean on the lips.  Elizabeth, standing next to Jean, felt her

teammate's big tit.



     Jean could feel a wave of incredible passion come over her.  She

was surrounded by big, firm tits and wet pussies.  Her defenses dropped

and she spoke in a zombie-like way.



     "I am Jean, your willing slave.  What is your will of me?"



     "Fuck your friends."



     "I hear and I obey."



     With that, the scene changed to a huge air-mattress and Jean lied

down on it.  Her two friends lied down on top of her.  Each woman on

top rubbed her tits against Jean's.  Chris walked over to the lezzie

trio.



     "You girls are far too dry.  Play with each other."



     Without response, Jean's right hand moved up by Dana's cunt.  Her

fingers delved into Dana's pussy.  Dana reached over to Elizabeth's

black mane, which actually was already a bit wet.  Elizabeth's left

hand probed Jean, and she licked her fingers to help lubricate the

prone redhead.



     Outside the dream, Psylocke's body was in a sort-of auto-fellate

mode, barely aware of her surroundings.  She was tounging Scott's cock

slowly.  Without the slightest warning, Jean's sleeping body shifted

up and right.  She swung her right leg over Scott and lowered herself

onto his cock.



     "Fuck me, Master." she said softly.



     "Fuck me, Master." she yelled to Chris in the dream.  "I want a

cock in my pussy!"



     "Whatever you say."  Chris moved to on top of Jean, as Elizabeth

and Dana moved out of the way.  Chris wondered if FX was having this

much fun.



     FX was pounding away on Jen's tight pussy.  He had moved the green

woman so she was sitting in the chair.  She also was engaged in sucking

Storm's tits while Storm french-kissed FX.  He could feel the cum

coming.



     "Ororo, sit on Jen's lap and prepare for cum in your mouth."



     "At once, my Master."



     Ororo did as she was ordered.  FX moved his cock into Ororo's

mouth and just then...



     The light stream of cum passed from penis to throat quickly.

Ororo swallowed every drop while Jen licked FX's cock and balls.  FX

had finally come in a woman and he was in happy mode.



     "You girls lez out, I'm gonna check out the computer."  FX was

seriously drained.  After all, it was his third cumming of the story.

Storm and Jen both looked at FX.



     "We hear and we obey."  they said together.



     Both women now placed their hands in each nether regions.  They

french-kissed and their huge tits collided.  The nude females showed no

sign of being anything but complete lesbians.



     Chris, in Jean's dream, was really giving it to her, high and hard.

Dana and Elizabeth lied on either side of Jean.  Each had a tit in hand.

Elizabeth leaned forward and sucked her teammate's nipple.  She was

rewarded with warm lactation.  She squeezed the tit and squirted it into

her mouth.  Dana looked at Chris.



     With only a glance exchange, Dana left the dream and returned fully

to reality.  She saw Jean again, this time on top of her bedmate, slowly

fucking him.  She walked over to Chris' body, which lay on the bed now.



     Per the plan, she used the auto-breast injector on Jean.  She also

put a Hypno-Ring on her finger.  Once this was done, she moved back to

Chris.  She undid his pants and pulled them to his knees.  His JCPenny

underwear followed suit.  She lied next to him, facing the foot of the

bed.  She took his cock in her mouth and fellated him.



    In the dream, Chris felt Dana's signal.  He knew it was time to move

on.  Jean looked and felt so good.  He was nearly ready to come.  That

would...have to wait.  He pulled out of Jean and got up.  He beckoned to

the girls as he walked away.



    "Come, slaves."  The girls smiled at him and answered together.



    "Yes, Master."



    Soon the party of Chris, Dana, and the nude somnabulistic bodies of

Elizabeth and Jean headed to Rogue's room.  Scott, of course, still

slumbered in the bed, unaware of any problems.  Normally, of course,

with Ring and chemicals, Jean and Betsy would be animated and cheerfully

obedient, like Dana was.  But their psi abilities as well as the mental

duller hampered Chris, so the girls were ordinary somno-robots.  With

big tits, thought Chris.



    Jennifer and Ororo were getting very excited now.  They adjourned to

the fllor for some 69ing.  Jennifer was on top because her body was so

much longer.  The two now-dyke heroines tongued each other pussies as if

they had been born to it.  Their pleasure levels increased.



    Entering Rogue's room silently, the party found the power-draining

heroine asleep, of course.  She had retired in a knee-length

baseball-style shirt.  She lay on her right side, calm and peaceful.

Now the party would find out if THE device worked.  Chris signalled Jean

and Elizabeth.



    Jean telekinetically pulled down the covers and pulled up Rogue's

night attire.  Her muscular body, not like Jen's, but quite nice, was

clearly exposed.  Her panties were lacy and black.  Chris smiled, his

plans were going to CUM to fruition.



    Jean mentally took THE device off Chris' belt and put it on Rogue.

Automatic units delved through Rogue's belly button and the device was

soon attached.  It looked like a boxing championship belt without the

belt.  On Chris' order, Jean hit the 'ON' switch.



    Elizabeth walked to Rogue.  She put her hands on Rogue racing-stripe

hair.  There was NO change in either of them!  THE device was a complete

success.  Chris signalled Jean for Phase #2.



    Within moments, Jean had removed Rogue's skimpy night-attire,

leaving her like her teammates, in the buff.  Jean moved to the sleeping

heroine's pussy and began to eat her out.  Elizabeth kissed the now nude

girl and felt her big tit, just like her own.  Dana filled the room with

the odor of raw sex and Rogue moaned.



    Moving to Rogue's other tit, Chris used the injector on her as well

as supplying her with a Ring.  Her mental defense was really strong.  He

had to take it down before he could hope to have a chance at her

untouched pussy.



    In the control room, Storm was lying on the floor while Jennifer

exclusively ate her out.  FX was behind Jen, fucking her as he had

before.  Storm's breathing became faster and faster.  She moaned with

pleasure.  She had a MASSIVE orgasm.



    All over the place, electrical devices of all shapes and

descriptions blew up, overloaded and were generally nuked at the EMP.

Chris, who was about to touch Rogue and 'persuade' her to join him, lost

all but the injector and his lightsaber.  Betsy, Jean and Dana fell off

the bed and fell on the floor, asleep.  Rogue continued sleeping,

undisturbed.



    In the control room, tons of warning bells went off.  FX's armor was

a pile of dog doo on the floor.  Jen fell on top of Storm, who regained

her faculties.



    "You!  What is going on here?"



    "Ororo, he is an intruder.  I am summoning your slumbering

teammates."  thought Professor X to her.



    FX was totally screwed.  He had to get out of here.  He ran away as

all his armor came off.  Storm summoned wind and pursued him.



    Chris, in the bedroom, knew the jig was up.  He and FX were no match

for the full power of the X-men.  He was at max range but if he could

send one more message...



    SHNICK!



    "All right, bub.  What the hell is going on here?"  It was Logan.



    "Would you believe, panty raid?"



    "No.  In fact, I would believe that you are going to be spilling

some blood real soon."



    "I think not."  Chris pulled the lightsaber.



    Logan's heightened senses were hit with the lingering effects of

Scent's power.  His libido went into overdrive.  There was Jean, on the

floor, nude.  Here he was, and this guy, well, fuck him.



    Jean rolled over on her back.  She moaned as she spread her legs

slightly.



    "I'm horny as hell.  Someone fuck me."



    Forgetting about Chris, Logan pulled down his boxers and gave Jean

the Hot Beef Injection.  He had wanted for years to fuck her.  This was

a GREAT dream, he thought.



    The other three girls were all masturbating in their sleep.

Elizabeth was even sucking her own tit.  She really has a breast

fixation, Chris thought.  This scenario might just work out OK.  He

moved to Dana and...



    POOF!



    Chris and FX were nearly naked in the snow.  Both had underwear on

and Chris had his belt with injector and lightsaber on.



    "What the fuck!?"  yelled FX.



    "I was wondering the same thing."



    "Welcome to Antartica."  It was Stan.



    "Stan!"  exclaimed Chris.  "What the !@#$?"



    "You two have taken this far enough.  Logan and Jean was too much

even for me.  I'm taking away all your equipment and banishing you to

the cave below us!"



    "Get off your moral high-horse, Stan.  You frist drew Jean as having

a large chest.  And since her you have Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane Watson, Sue

Storm Richards and so on.  All have one thing in common.  Big, firm

bazooms.  Even Kitty Pryde is big-breasted these days.  Don't give me

your crap."



    "I suppose you're right.  I'm sorry.  How can I make it up to you?"



    "Well how about all the girls from before plus..." said FX.



    "Chill, FX."



    "It's too cold out to 'chill' out here.  I'm freezing my %^&s off!"



    "How about home, home, home?"



    "Cool."



    "OK."



    Just like that, Chris and FX were home in their warm beds.  Dawn was

just breaking as a night ended.  On Chris' dresser was a Lotto ticket

with a card and bow attached.  The card read:



    To two guys who showed me the true purpose of comics.



                                            Stan.



THE END.