**Skip the R-18 if you don't like waifus getting tortured and stuff. It's gonna get weird and freaky **
Emma's expression shifted the moment I spoke. I could see her calculating, her mind whirring, her thoughts flicking toward the telepathic assault she was so famous for. A woman like her won't take kindly to such an order.
Her eyes narrowed, and I could feel the subtle probing of her psychic abilities, trying to invade my mind, to control me, to twist my will into something pliable.
Her powers were formidable. In the past, she could break anyone's will, read their thoughts, bend them to her will without even a second thought. But as I sat there, feeling the pressure of her presence in my mind, something happened that she wasn't prepared for.
I wasn't like the others. I wasn't weak, and my mind... was something else entirely.
I allowed her to try—just a little. Let her push against the mental walls I'd carefully constructed over time. It was like a fun game of tug of war.
Her probing was like a whisper, soft at first. But as her mind grew bolder, trying to break through, I decided to give her a taste of what she was dealing with. Not knowing how much headache it would cause me later.
I closed my eyes for a brief moment, focusing inward. The energy within me, the Nihility—yes, that deep, endless nothingness that lived inside me, began to leak out, like a dark ocean rising, threatening to drown everything around it.
The temperature in the room dropped sharply, the air thick with an oppressive presence. Emma's mental intrusion faltered for a fraction of a second, and that was all I needed.
In an instant, I projected a mere fraction of the Nihility. It wasn't visible, but it was felt. The weight, the emptiness, the suffocating pressure that seemed to erase everything in its path.
Emma's eyes widened as the force hit her mind. Her face contorted with shock, her psychic powers faltering. She gasped, her hands trembling at her sides, as if the very foundation of her abilities had been shattered.
Her usually perfect composure cracked, and she staggered backward, her breath coming in short, panicked bursts.
Her telepathic grip faltered, her hold on me slipping . It wasn't just that she couldn't control me—it was that she couldn't even control herself.
The experience was far more visceral, far more terrifying, than anything she had ever encountered.
She tried to fight it, tried to push back, but it was useless. The shadows around her mind twisted and shifted, impossibly black, pulling her down into an abyss of nothingness.
Her body stiffened, her eyes wide in horror. I don't know what was going on her head, but it wasn't anything good. She tried to speak, to break free, but the words caught in her throat, her mind paralyzed.
The mental strength that had always made her so powerful was now a mere echo, lost in the vast, empty void I had shown her.
**Warning** r-18 content
"Seriously, man? Why would you let this little ant venture here? Do you think this is freaking Disneyland? I'm supposed to be the end of all things!" He muttered darkly. He looked just like David, but with pale skin, long white hair and darkness shrouding half of his body.
"Since you have generously provided me with a toy, let's see how we can play with her. It's sad that we share same preferences about women. This woman was supposed to be a crush of ours." He scoffed
Nihility laughed as he spoke, " I hope you like mind break tentacle hentai, dear David. I'm about to take my frustrations out on this woman. Let's see how you find her when she's a broken mess ."
As Emma's mental defenses crumbled, he could sense the fear rising within her. He leaned forward, his eyes locked on hers, and whispered a single word: "Show me your mind."
It was a trigger, a key that unlocked the deepest, darkest parts of her psyche. The Nihility surged forward, a tidal wave of darkness that crashed against Emma's fragile mental shores. He felt her mind recoil, her thoughts scattering like leaves in a hurricane.
And then, he was inside her mind. The landscape was familiar, yet twisted. He saw the contours of her psyche, the hidden fears and traumas that she kept locked away.
He saw the carefully constructed walls, the defenses that she had built to protect herself from the world. He began to dismantle them, brick by brick.
Then Nihility just made them all come true. Endless traumas and fears, and being forced to experience them hundreds of times, that was just his appetizer.
The mental torture was very carefully planned. He first wove a web of illusions, a tapestry of terror that wrapped around her mind like a suffocating shroud.
He made her see things that were not there, hear voices that whispered cruel truths in her ear. Nihility made her feel things that she had never felt before, questioning if her life was real or the one she lived here.
Then came the physical part. Although he couldn't touch her real body, he could make her feel it. The pain of broken limbs, crushed heart, even stage 4 cancer.
He ripped out her eyes and put them back in different sockets. Then pierced her skin with thousands of needles. Nihility was using his creativity to full potential. He made her feel the sensation of being torn apart, of being ripped asunder, and of being shattered into a million pieces.
Then his thoughts turned to a more sexual direction.
Nihility conjured up an illusion of her being naked, her body stretched out on a cold, metallic table. She felt as if she was on display in front of everyone. As if the whole world was watching her getting violated, filling her with despair and horror
Her wrists and ankles were bound by invisible restraints, holding her in place as he began to probe her mind. He made her feel the sensation of tentacles tracing her skin, touching her in places that made her feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. Even some entering her mouth.
Next, he created a sense of anticipation, making her wait for what was to come. He made her feel the sensation of those tentacles on her skin, cold and heavy , but also menacing .
He whispered cruel taunts in her ear, telling her that she was just his toy, that she would do anything he wanted, and that she would beg for his mercy as the tentacles started violating her.
Emma could only struggle feebly as her body disobeyed her orders to move, yet she could feel every single thing the monster was doing to her.
As the anticipation built, he began to stimulate her senses, making her feel a mix of pleasure and pain. But at the same time, he made her feel a sense of discomfort, a rational feeling that she must break free.
She could feel the sensation of multiple tentacles on her skin, through her lips, penetrating her lower holes at the same time . She could feel the sensation of tentacles inside her, probing her, stretching her, and filling her.
She was covered by dark tentacles that wrapped around her, and invaded her insides. It her feel the sensation of a strong body on top of her, crushing her, suffocating her, and overwhelming her.
As the sensations built, Nihility began to push her to the limits of her endurance.
And yet, despite the pain and the discomfort, Emma couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure. It was a twisted, masochistic pleasure, but it was pleasure nonetheless.
She felt herself being drawn into the abyss, being sucked into the void, and being consumed by the darkness.
As she reached the peak of her endurance, he made her feel the sensation of being on the edge of a cliff, staring into the abyss, and feeling the rush of the wind in her face. He made her feel the sensation of being about to fall, of being about to plummet into the depths of madness and despair.
And then, he pushed her over the edge.
Emma's mind almost shattered, her will broken, and her body trembled with pleasure. She was just a plaything, a broken, shattered mess, just begging for pleasure. She was a slave to Nihility's will, a plaything, a toy to be used and discarded.
Emma's body arched, her back contorting in a twisted, unnatural shape. Her eyes rolled back, her pupils dilated, and her mouth opened in a silent scream.
As Nihilty looked at her, a twisted grin showed on his face. He knew that she would never be the same again. She belonged to him, a broken, shattered plaything, a toy to be used to break David's relaxed composure.
Nihility smirked as he decided to penetrate her again forcefully, giving the toy what she wanted, pleasure beyond dreams.
But at that moment, a hand grabbed the naked Emma in the mindscape and yanked her out.
Nihility was thrown back as he only heard a rebuke, " You sick fuck! now I have to get mental shields to stop mindfucking curious people. And fucking tentacles? Really? Are you still living in the 2000's ?" Darkness consumed him again despite his unwillingness.
**END of r-18
As I could sense Emma's mind shattering , I knew I had to snap her out of it before she completely broke. I couldn't let her become a permanent resident of the abyss.
With a flicker of my fingers, I withdrew her mind from the void , releasing her from the torture.
Emma's body slumped forward, her head crashing onto the table as she gasped for air. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me with a mixture of confusion and desperation.
For a moment, she seemed to struggle to remember where she was and what had happened. A soft moan escaping her lips, her body shaking uncontrollably . She couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel the vast emptiness of the tortures inflicted upon her.
Yet her body wasn't in pain, it felt only waves of pleasure as she convulsed , squirting without any control.
But as her gaze locked onto mine, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat.
Despite the trauma she had just endured, Emma's eyes held only desire and longing. Her pupils were dilated, and her lips were parted, as if she was still waiting for me take her right there.
As she slowly sat up, her movements were like a puppet on a string. But her eyes never left mine, and I could see the blind obedience and devotion.
She was still trapped in the abyss, still craving the rough, brutal touch that my alter ego had inflicted on her.
Without a word, Emma slid off the table and onto her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. She began to crawl towards me, her movements slow and sensual, like a cat stalking its prey.
As she reached my feet, she looked up at me with a gaze that was both pleading and demanding.
"Fuck me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, fuck me rough. Make me feel it until I can't think. Shape me as you desire, master."
Shaw and his lackeys looked like they have seen a ghost as their mouth was wide open with shock . The famous white queen and one of the strongest telepaths acting like broken sex slave, throwing away her pride. It took less than 5 seconds for the domineering woman to turn into this. They didn't know what happened.
I was taken aback by her words, but I couldn't deny I felt like fulfilling her request. I mean, it's freakin Emma Frost! Every marvel nerd probably has fantasized about her once.
If I were to bang her, I wanted to have her sane and willing , but my fuckin alter ego has literally mind fucked her!
I'm not an asshole who craves mindless sex puppets to satisfy my fantasies. That's an insult to my standards.
As I looked at her, I knew that I had to be careful. Emma was still fragile, still broken, and I didn't want to push her over the edge. But at the same time, I couldn't resist the temptation that she presented. 'No Horny' I chanted in my head.
With a forced smile, I reached out and stroked her. "Not now , Emma," I whispered, my voice slowly becoming calm. "Maybe someday if you are willing after I get you fixed."
Emma's eyes flashed with disappointment, but she didn't move. She just stayed there, on her knees, looking up at me with a gaze that was both desperate and pleading.
I watched her , still calm, still composed. "You thought you could control me," I said softly, my voice dripping with pity. "But you've underestimated what's inside me."
I could see that Nihility had shattered her mental defenses completely. The powerful telepath, the indomitable Emma Frost, was broken, anyone could do anything to her
I looked into her eyes, leaning down slightly to get closer to her trembling form. My voice was low,m. "This... is the price of being too confident. Next time, don't try to peek at things without knowing what it is,alright?"
She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a soft moan of pleasure. Her mind was fractured, lost in the horror of what she'd just been through.
"Now," I continued, letting the weight of my words settle, "you're going to accompany me. I need to get you fixed or this would be on my conscience." and then gently knocked her out .
With that, I turned to Shaw, who was still reeling from the earlier display of power and freakiness. He was pale, barely holding himself up, but there was something new in his eyes—a recognition that he was no longer in control, that I was the one pulling the strings now.
"You know what to do, Shaw," I said, my voice as cold as ice. "Give me half of your assets, and we can go our separate ways. But try anything, and I'll make sure the consequences are far worse than what you've just seen."
Shaw hesitated, his eyes flicking nervously to Emma, who was still in my arms.
But there was nothing left for him to do. His world view had just changed, and it was clear that he, like everyone else in this room, was powerless to stop me.
"You'll get what you want," Shaw muttered, his voice barely a whisper. He was beaten, his pride gone . And deep down, He knew that this was just the beginning of the Hellfire Club's downfall.