Storm's marriage to T'Challa was going smoothly. Despite both being heroes and rulers, the pair managed to spend what little free time they had as a couple. Travelling, exploring, ruling, and fighting villains, everything had a bit of extra flair while they were together, but there was one small problem, T'Challa's manhood. Storm loved him but he wasn't the best lover, which only became a bigger problem after the newlywed couple found out T'Challa was shooting blanks. He assured Storm it would be fine, Wakanda was the world leader in medical sciences, and they would come up with a solution soon, but Storm was still skeptical. She always wanted kids, however, it seemed like Storm would be living the childless for the foreseeable future. So storm poured herself into her work as a teacher, trying to ignore her slowly failing marriage, but her dull days were about to end after she met a certain ill-mannered student at Xavier Institute.
A rather brash psychic by the name of Garrett. He displayed all the powers necessary to become a first-class x-man, although he apparently had quite the superior attitude and fought with many of his classmates. Storm did her best to avoid him but to her surprise, Garrett came to her with a myriad of questions. Storm was surprised since normally Charles took care of his training; however, Storm was glad he did. Garrett was a very charming young man and respected Storm's instruction, unlike his other instructors. Storm felt a renewed sense of purpose, guiding this troubled youth, and found herself meeting more with Garrett over the past year. They'd spend hours talking about anything and everything, which peaked when Storm finally agreed to share a drink with him, after graduation. Where she spilled her heart out to him, about her husband's lacking manhood, and his lack of virility. It was so deeply personal and humiliating but Storm felt like she could trust him and unsurprisingly her prized pupil had a plan to fix her message.
In the coming week, Garret would return with Storm to Wakanda and meet with her royal husband. Storm had big hopes that Garrett would be able to convince T'Challa to listen to Garrett's brilliant plan and they appeared to get along well enough. Garrett and T'Challa exchanged pleasantries before entering his study for some more private conversation. Storm opted to wait outside while the men chatted, she didn't want to accidentally ruin such a sensitive conversation. She didn't even disturb them where she heard muffled screams or the sounds of combat. Storm totally trusted Garrett and her faith was rewarded after both men exited the room, looking a little roughed up. Garret's clothing was torn to shreds, his pointed face has shallow scratch marks on both cheeks and his short shaggy blond hair was a mess. The same was true for her husband who looked mostly untouched, yet there was something about his eyes. They looked almost empty as he smiled, apologizing for being so rough with his wife's new bull. Storm's face lit up with excitement as she hugged T'Challa. Her star pupil had managed to convince her husband to become a cuck!
Storm had almost believed the plan to be impossible, sure she thought Garrett was an impressive man and agreed that he'd make a suitable sperm donner, but she never thought T'Challa would agree to such an outlandish proposal; yet, her husband gleefully took the pair into his study. Where books and furniture were knocked over, but that didn't matter to her. Storm was too focused on getting bred by her new white bull and he was godly. The difference between Garrett and T'Challa was clear, despite the two having similarly well-built frames. Garret was the clear winner, with his foot-long, thick white god cock and T'Challa completely agreed, his little black two incher was totally useless and he giddily stroked his micropenis as Garrett bent Storm over his desk and used her like a common whore. It was the best sex Storm ever had and her husband agreed. Gooning to his wife getting stuffed by superior white dick felt way better than normal sex and it was only going to get better for the couple.
In the coming weeks, the pair continued their daily breeding sessions. Fucking like wild animals in almost every room in the Citadel. Storm thought Garrett was so kind, dumping his superior genetic seed in her womb every day; morning or night, it didn't matter. Garrett was always ready to fill Storm up with a load of sticky ball cream. It was starting to become too much for Storm, so she came up with the brilliant idea to offer up more members of the royal court, to help satisfy Garrett's massive libido. They all resisted at first, but with Storm's help; T'Challa's sister Shuri and every member of the royal guard became eager black breeding sluts, with T'Challa witnessing all their submission.
After her breaking, Shuri made drones to capture every second of black breeding that happened in the Citadel, which was greedily consumed by Storm's cucky hubby. Who was becoming a massive sissy bitch as time went on. Storm caught him stuffing his asshole with a dildo nearly as thick as Garrett's dick while wearing one of her black leotards. Storm felt so proud her husband wanted to serve their master just like her and commissioned Shuri to modify the Panther Habit. Now, whenever T'Challa donned his armoured suit he would be fucked in each of his holes while receiving a large dose of female hormones.
Today was one of the few days where T'Challa donned his feminizing armour before leaving for an extended trip abroad, leaving Storm to her daily duties as Queen. Which consisted of milking her master's dick until she passed out in a puddle of freshly milked cum. To aid in this task Storm slutted herself up, applying a thick layer of bright white lipstick and matching eyeliner before donning her x-men suit; made of shiny black leather and accented by a dull gold trim. It covered every inch of her body below the neck and clung so tightly you could clearly see her hardening nipples and cameltoe, which was just how her master liked it. After Storm finished getting ready she made her way to the throne room. Which Shuri closed for the day, citing overdue maintenance as an excuse, but in actuality, the Queen would be using it as her private pleasure room for the foreseeable future. Master Garrett wanted to spend more time sitting on his throne and his royal slaves were eager to make his desires a reality.
Storm entered the throne room in all its ornate glory. The tall reinforced gold pillars propped up the circular room; each pillar had a masterfully woven tapestry connecting it to the pillar to its left, and the tinted glass floor was interlocked with a dark grey metal, present on the walls as well. Storm quickly stepped down the stairs, approaching the council's seats which sat on a slightly raised platform. All the other council chairs we empty, save the king's throne, currently occupied by Garrett. A few strands of hair covered his piercing green eyes and his smug smile sent shivers down Storm's spine; however, the second his eyes locked with Storm's she went weak in the knees. Dropping to the floor and prostrating herself before her master, "Master! I didn't expect you to be here so soon!" Storm shivered, keeping her head against the floor. She was sure she was on time but being fucked all day and night did mess with her internal clock.
Garrett looked down at her with a fierceness in his eyes, asking, "Did you complete your orders?"
"Yes, master!" Chirped Storm slowly lifting her head off the floor, a timid lustful smile on her face as she continued "I had them done last night as your instructions."
"Show me," Commanded Garret.
Storm nodded and began peeling off her tight suit. Her flawless dark skin was slightly sweaty, but the leather came off with relative ease. Letting her master look at her tight-toned hourglass figure and new Tattoos. The first was a simple white queen of hearts womb tattoo and the second was a long grapevine tattoo that circled around the top of her thigh before making its way down to the top of her knee.
"Good slave, you may have a reward." Garrett spread his legs giving Storm a good look at his thick white dick. His heavy shaft thickened near his tip and his heavy nuts were like two oranges and rested on his new throne. Storm licked her lips and quickly scurried to her master's feet, moaning, "Thank you, master." Eagerly grabbing his cock with both hands as she kissed his tip. Her fingers could barely touch tips, which made pumping Garrett's shaft a little difficult, but Storm had a lot of practice. And her hands expertly pumped her master's shaft, milking out a few drops of rich pre-cum.
"Mmmmm, I'm happy you marked me as white-only master. Now my faggot husband and every other black boy will know I'm your white only slut!" There was a certain sadistic cheer in Storm's voice before she pressed her lips against Garrett's meat. Her thick white painted lips slowly taking the first few inches of his shaft down her throat.
Garrett reached down and pet her head, causing Storm to gurgle a moan as he chuckled, "I trained you well Storm, who would've thought all it took was a little mental conditioning to turn you into an obedient cock sucking slave." Storm looked up with hearts in her eyes as she peeled her lips off Garrett's cock, gurgling, "Ahhhhnn, of course, master! My husband is a micro dicked faggot and you've got a big white cock. I had no choice but to become your bleached bitch!" Drool dribbled down her chin as she panted, waiting for some kind of affirmation from her master.
"You're such a pathetic little pet, but at least you finally know your place. Now take a deep breath." Garrett grabbed Storm's long white hair and pulled her down on his dick. Each inch Garrett buried in her throat was greeting with a hoast of gurgled moans as his slave tried desperately to throat his dick. "I want to feel those lips kissing the base of my dick, slave." Garrett slapped Storm's sloppy duck face before grabbing hold of her bangs, spitting, "So loosen up or else you'll pass out." Garrett's warning was accompanied by a visible bulge in Storm's throat. His heavy throbbing shaft made her eyes water, causing her white mascara to run down the edges of her cheeks. Storm hadn't gotten used to her master's girth yet, but that didn't stop her from trying. Storm grabbed her master's thighs and pulled along with him. Inch by inch she took his meat; until, Garrett's entire shaft down her throat. She could feel each throb and pulse made by the bitch breaker in her windpipe, and it felt like she'd faint at any moment. Yet, Storm was overjoyed, squealing like a pig as she smeared make-up over the base of her master's cock. She'd never taken her master's entire girth before and she looked up at her master with delighted teary eyes, waiting for any praise like a desperate puppy.
"Finally you've learned how to handle my dick, cunt." Garrett inhaled and spat on Storm's face, partially sealing one of her eyes closed. "Now you better not faint until I'm finished dumping my load." His voice oozed sadism as he grabbed the sides of Storm's head and began savagely face fucking her. Storm's eyes glowed white as Garrett used her throat as a cheap sex sleeve, scrapping against every inch of her throat from mouth to stomach, and Storm came. Her cunt squirting out a stream of juices as Storm happily gurgled, unaware that her brain cells were literally popping from being oxygen-deprived.
"Hmph, not bad slave. I think you've earned a reward for being an obedient cock sleeve." Garrett smiled, "I can give you air or I can blast my load down your throat?"
The second Storm heard the second option she tightened her throat and made her unwillingness to let go apparent, groaning, "Muuuggghhh!" Garrett laughed at his slave's struggle, commenting, "What a pathetic slave, enjoy your reward." Storm felt a thick load shoot out of her master's cock, thick as yogurt and twice as disgusting, but Storm loved it. She swallowed as much as she could before it started spilling out of the corners of her mouth and nose, tainting what little air she could breathe with cock stink.
Garrett ripped Storm's head off his cock, leaving a smeared trail of white lipstick, spit and cum on his cock. While Storm's face was a completely dishevelled mess, her tongue drooped out of her mouth, eyeliner running down her cheeks, and strands of cum painted her lips. Storm was clearly decimated from the brutal throat fucking, but Garrett wasn't going to give her a chance to rest. "I hope you enjoyed your lunch slave but now you've got to finish your royal duties."
Storm nodded, groaning, " Nyyyyhhhgg, I love drinking your thick white baby batter master! It's super fucking tasty, unlike my pathetic husbands." Storm stood up, scraping the leftover cum off her face and into her mouth, moaning as she ate every last drop. "Mmmmmph, delicious! T'Challa can barely cum a few watery drops but you manage to cum entire bucket loads. I'm soooo fucking happy you made me your bitch and him a sissy cuckold, master!"
"What can I say!" Garret smugly shrugged as Storm leaned over, hotdogging his cock between her thick black ass cheeks. "All black boys are sissy cucks at heart. He just needed a little push to become his true self." Garrett laughed and with a snap of his fingers a little floating drone popped up from behind the throne. It hovered a few feet of the ground, was made of dark grey metal, and had a circular shape with a camera lens in the center pointed directly at Storm.
"Right now your faggot husband is out of the country but thanks to Shuri he can see and hear every moan you make, slave." Garrett slapped Storm's ass causing her to grunt as he asked, "Wanna say anything to your sissy husband?"
Storm looked directly into the camera, her lips curving into a feral smile as she cheered, "Fuck you T'Challa and your tiny black micro dick!" Storm thrust her hips down on Garrett's dick, taking his entire shaft and creating a noticeable bulge in her midsection as she mewled, "I can't believe I ever wasted my time fucking with some micro-dick, black sissy faggot, but don't worry sissy because master Garrett has plans for you." Storm began gyrating her hips as she twerked on Garrett's massive cock. Her thick cheeks slapping against Garrett's crotch as she cheered, "You're going to be pussy free for the rest of your life and nyyhhggggu, wu-when you get back master's going to break you!" Storm's eyes rolled up into her head as Garrett's cock tip pushed inside her womb. "Hyaanhhggg, Fuh-forget about being the black panther, you're going to be the black kitten!"
"Ha, well said slave!" Garrett bucked his hips and ground his tip against the top of Storm's womb. "I bet the "black kitten" came in his suit when you said that." Storm reached down rubbing her bulging belly muttering, "Nnnhhgg, thu-thank you, master! I don't want my husband's little dick anywhere near my pussy. I only want your superior seed touching my womb, no more sissy black boooooiissshhh!" Storm's face contorted into a sloppy ahegao as her words started to slur, turning into screeching moans that got louder as Garrett started smashing his cock inside her.
"What a good slave, you know I barely had to use my powers on her T'Challa. The first time I fucked your wife she willingly opened her legs for me. Her mind literally screamed for a real man to fuck her and afterwards she was more than willing to help turn you into a sissy cuck." Garrett pulled Storm down on his cock, his throbbing tip scraping against the roof of her cunt as Garrett spat, "Now a real man is going to get her pregnant." Storm groaned as she felt Garrett's load blast inside her, painting her womb with sticky white seed as she mewled, "Yeeeessshh, breeeeed meeehh!" Her body slowly going limp as Garrett's chunky seed swelled her belly. Garrett Reached up pulling back Storm's head back to reveal her sloppy half-conscious expression for her husband. "Oooops guess I was a bit too hard on you slave. I'll give you a five-minute rest." Garrett pushed Storm off his cock, letting his slickened messy meat flop out as Storm collapsed on the ground, moaning. Her cunt leaking out thick cum like a waterfall as she purred, consumed in post-orgasm bliss.
Garrett exhaled and looked up at the camera, smirking while waving at T'Challa. "Now hurry home cucky, you've got a pregnant wife to take care of," Garrett pointed at his cum coated cock, "and a few large royal duties that need your personal attention."
Epilogue
After witnessing the complete and total mental breakdown of his wife T'Challa broke completely. The last bastion of his formal respectable royal self was crushed under a humiliating tide and he eagerly begged his master to feminize him. Garrett spent long days destroying his fat black ass, right beside his wife, who gleefully helped snuff out the last shreds of T'Challa's masculinity. And after a mere week, T'Challa was turned into a black sissy girl and eagerly supported his master as he broke and feminized the last remaining members of his court, which was easy with T'Challa's influence and Garrett's powers. Soon every last servant, governor, and council member was a bleached slave, eagerly competing for King Garrett's seed. Some curried favour by offering their families as slaves and others inventing exciting initiatives to help indoctrinate the population into this new bleached lifestyle.
Now Garrett spent his days sitting on the throne, stuffing a pregnant Storm, while a feminized T'Challa licks whatever sexual juices spill on the floor. The royal couple were totally enthralled by their master and so was the court. They'd spend entire days enraptured by Garrett's debauchery and in each of their mind, they were certain that under Garrett's foot, Wakanda would see a new golden age.