PSYLOCKE – SLAVE NINJA

By Sonya Esperanto sonyaesperanto_15@hotmail.com

Story:

It was a very dark day.  Ever since Bob Dole became president of the United States of America, the lives of every mutant was now at risk. He had the military authorized the Sentinel Programme be re-activated again. The military and the police started locking mutants up or sent them to camps in the island of Genosha.

The mutant superhero team X Men decided to challenge the Sentinels but were beaten in the end, except Psylocke. She had managed to escape. As long as she was free and not yet captured, President Bob Dole had to watch his Republican ass. She was not only an X Man but a psychic and an assassin as well. She could easily kill all his bodyguards and nothing would prevent her from killing except that she may want information to free her fellow X Men.

The White House was on guard 24/7 and Bob Dole also made sure that his vice president Thierre (French American) was safe too. Sooner and later, Psylocke would make her move. She would come for him and she would use her psychic powers to know where her friends are.

It was a Friday night. The Sentinels were stood on either side of the White House. The lights were still on. But not far away from the White House, was a female ninja. She had long purple hair and was tall and sexy.  She had big breast  the size of 40D. Her bosom stuck out and she had endless legs. She also wore a purple spandex too. Her name was Psylocke.

Psylocke was an attractive Japanese ninja, with the mind of an English mutant by the name of Betsy Braddock. Her brother Brian Braddock a.k.a. Captain Britian, was also under government custody. She was the X Men’s last hope, to free them.

She was behind the bushes and watched the Sentinels and the US Guardsmen walking around the White House. Here goes nothing. She rushed with quick speed and reflexes, like how The Hand had taught her how to evade being seen or getting captured.

The Sentinels were too slow to spot her and the guardsmen did not see her hair even fly by. Before anyone would have known it, she was already climbing the wall, towards the White House window.  She opened it quickly, after using her mutant powers to shut the alarms off and she snuck in. Once inside, she closed the window behind her and made sure it was as shut as she had found it.

She then rushed quickly and had her mental powers alert at all times. She made it by the President’s office and tried sensing if Bob dole and Thierre were inside  She smiled. Yes, they were inside. This was going to be easy and a piece of cake. She barged in and there, she found Bob Dole and Thierre standing and arguing about domestic and foreign politics.

Bob Dole and Thierre saw her, instantly recognizing who she was. “You”, said both President and Vice president at the same time. “Were you expecting Superman?”, Psylocke proudly said. But before Psylocke could make her move, suddenly she felt funny. Her powers weren’t working. And she couldn’t control her muscles, let alone talk. She had fear in her eyes, thinking what the hell was going on here. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Thierre smiled, “I suppose that things didn’t work out how you wanted them to, huh you mutant ninja bitch”. Thierre laughed cruelly, as his ego could now triumph over Psylocke, who couldn’t even move a muscle or exercise her powers at all.

“You were right, doctor. She was going to come and it was going to be at night”, said Bob Dole to the woman standing behind Psylocke. The doctor walked passed a paralysed Psylocke. The doctor was an English woman, with a Spanish name. The doctor said, “I sure was right”. Psylocke wanted to kill this woman and could see that she was holding some kind of laser or shooting weapon, that could have been a futuristic type of gun.

“Dr Esperanto at your service”, the woman said to Psylocke but it was more in a mocking way. “Your body had been attacked by nanobytes, my dear. I am in control of you”.

Psylocke was worried, as they had planned this the whole time.

“I am going to have the limo ready. You think we can take her to the warehouse, Dr Esperanto. No one is there and I have plans for this bitch”, said Bob Dole. Dr Esperanto coldly said, “The warehouse is fine. We will not be disturbed over there”.

A limo was ready to take them all…to the warehouse

The warehouse

It was a large military used warehouse and for the night, all the soldiers were just stationed outside, in case of a domestic threat or perhaps another 9/11 (Bob Dole had captured Bin Laden and had the man put under Mind Control and forced to give himself a blowjob, before having sand bury him alive).

Inside the warehouse, the lights were turned on. There was a sign outside saying “TRESPASSERS WILL BE SENT TO GENOSHA OR IRAN”.

But inside the warehouse, Psylocke was sat on a chair.  President Bob Dole, Vice President Thierre and Dr Esperanto were the only people inside. Two feet away from Psylocke’s seat was a long four legged wooden table.  It was full of pen and papers.

Dr Esperanto was talking over her weapon, like as if it was a walkee talkee but in reality, that was what control the nano bytes, and in turn, she controlled Psylocke and can ask Psylocke to behave and think in anyway she wanted.

“You will obey President Bob Dole, do you understand”, commanded Dr Esperanto. Psylocke nodded. “Your body can move but your mutant power shall lay dormant unless Bob Dole wants you to use them, for his purposes that is”, commanded Dr Esperanto. Psylocke nodded her head, like some obedient Asian schoolgirl.

Bob Dole laughed. He was the Ultimate Republican, ready to fight the war on terror where Bush had failed “So you understand, you must obey me. You got that”, mocked Bob Dole. Psylocke then responded, “Yes sir. I must obey you”. She looked as if she was ready to cry, hating her new life as Bob Dole’s Republican slave, forced to do anything he ordered her to do.

“I want you to walk over to the table in front of you and write down anyone who plans to assassinate me or even if there is a plan at all to take me down”, said Bob Dole. Psylocke got up from her chair and walked over to the table in front of her. She took the pen and started writing down every detail, in the papers.

After she had finished writing down, she had brought it all to Bob Dole. Bob shouted at Psylocke, “Don’t give them to me. Let it lie on the table”. Psylocke responded meekly, “Yes sir. Sorry sir”. She walked back to the table and neatly piled up her papers.

After she had carried out her task, Bob Dole and Thierre wanted to have some fun with this mutant slave. “Should I leave you two leaders of the free world to have some privacy with your new slave”, smiled Dr Esperanto. “Actually, I was wondering if you could join us. Two is great but three will be super”, said Bob Dole.

Bob Dole then ordered Psylocke, “Now strip off your costume”. Psylocke started taking off her spandex costume, until her naked Asian body was out for display. Psylocke had never been naked before, especially in front of this hated Republican hypocrites. Now, she was their whore.

“What else you think we ought to make this whore do” Bob Dole asking Thierre. Thierre then said, “How about if she squeezed those nice ninja boobs for us”. Bob Dole barked at Psylocke, “You heard the man. Squeeze your mutie titties for us”. Psylocke nodded meekly, “Yes sir”. Psylocke was squeezing her own boobs, for this three people’s night time pleasures.

“Squeeze harder, squeeze harder”, rushed Bob Dole. Psycloke was squeezing her own boobs and it was hurting her like hell. “May I make a suggestion too”, asked Dr Esperanto. “Go for it, doctor.”, Bob Dole said. “How about if you make her lick her own nipples”, suggested Dr Esperanto. “What an excellent idea, doctor”, complimented Thierre.

Bob Dole ordered his new Asian Mutant slave, “Lick your nipples, Psylocke”. Psylocke said, “Yes sir”. She moved her tits upwards and she started lapping her tongue away at her own nipples, first with her right one and then her left one but she kept on taking turns lapping at each of them.

Bob Dole, Thierre and Dr Esperanto laughed. They never had this much fun in ages, having an assassin humiliate herself in front of them.

Bob Dole then coldly said, “How about if we fill all three holes of hers”. Thierre said, “That is a much excellent idea”. Dr Esperanto said, “I will get my strap on”.

Then the moment of fear came. Thierre lied naked on the floor and his cock was impaling Psylocke’s ass. Dr Esperanto was on top op Psylocke and was fucking Psylocke’s cunt with a large 7 inch strap on. Bob Dole was shoving his cock inside her mouth and he was holding her up, by her nipples.

Her three holes were filling up. Thierre enjoyed having his cock impaling her ass. Esperanto enjoyed ramming another woman with a dildo, especially some beautiful stuck up, who thought she was invincible and all powerful. Bob Dole enjoyed his blow job.

After the ordeal was over, the three punishers put their clothes on. Psylocke was still naked. “I am too tired to fuck anyone” said Bob. “Me too”, said Thierre. “Me three”, said Dr Esperanto.

Dr Esperanto then said, “How about if we watch a beastility program”. Bob Dole and Thierre then smiled evilly. Dr Esperanto was making a far more cruel suggestion, for how they can have fun with Psylocke.

Moments later……

Psylocke was standing and next to her, was a Doberman. Its paws were on her shoulders and its doggy cock was meeting her pussy, still filled with the strap on PAIN. Psylocke was scared. She never had sex with an animal before and not for anyone else’s pleasure.

Psylocke was ordered to welcome the dog into fucking her human/mutant pussy. It rammed its cock inside her pussy and she moaned, “Ahhh Ahhh”. Bob Dole, Thierre and Dr Esperanto just lied there backs towards the wall and enjoying this whole scenario.

“Who knows. She could give birth to a supersoldier that we could use”, suggested Vice President Thierre. “We could give her son to Nick Fury and have it or him join the Howling Commandos”, suggested Dr Esperanto.

Bob Dole was looking at Psylocke performing beastiality for his pleasure. Right now, they all wanted to watch.

THE END