Author - Cactus

 

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Rogue Operation – part 1

 

Rogue entered the compound with a soft tread of one used to sneaking through alleys and abandoned buildings. Despite being part of Xavier’s school for many years, her wariness and loner instincts had never truly disappeared. It was a small step to fall back into the habits of past days as a runaway, secretly coming and going, avoiding curious eyes and the possiblity of run ins with those thinking a lone girl easy prey. Rogue had never held any fear for herself, but fear of what she might do to anyone she contacted, no matter their actions or motivations had bread a stealth ability unmatched by most, save Wolverine and perhaps Gambit. She had been previously chastised by Xavier for undertaking solo excursions, but as she was vertually indestructable she saw no real reason for such concern. Besides, no one ever hassled wolverine for going it alone.

 

The darkened room suddenly flared to life as halogen lamps hanging from the ceiling came on. The warehouse was large, with stacks of crates down one side and high rows of metal shelves down the other. A central area was clear, presumably to allow forklifts to move cargo in and out. In the centre of this open area stood several figures well known to her. The massive form of the Blob blotted out much of the light. He was over 7 feet tall and almost 4 feet wide. His corpulent body was nearly indestructable and his strength was nearly a match for hers. To his left crouched the Toad, a twisted, misshappen man whose powerful legs could propel him great distances, while his tongue was as stong and dexterous as another arm, only ten times as long. To Blob’s right stood Pyro, a cadaverously lean man whose garish red and orange costume contained powerful flamethrowers to produce the fire he manipulated with ease. Finally, standing slightly off to the side was Avalanch, a tall muscular man whose ability to cause the earth to move was one of the most feared among mutantkind. Rogue knew these men well, for they were the core of the brotherhood of mutants, a terrorist group to which she had once belonged. But all afinity for these men was long gone, with dozens of battles behind them, they were the enemy and nothing more. She strode out, all chance of stealth lost. She did not fear them, because for all their abilities, she was stronger, faster and almost totally invulnerable to their attacks. Of all, Blob would prove a minor problem, and only because his toughness would require several minutes to wear through. Oddly, though, none seemed particularly cowed by her presence, which irritated her greatly. She had trounced their sorry buts enough times that they should have more respect for her. They all wore contemptous smirks that set her teeth on edge. “Well, look here”, she muttered, “All ah Magneto’s bully boys in one place. Ah wonder what y’all might be up to”. Blob gave her a leer, complete with drool. “We’re gonna put you in yer place, girlie, an you’ve had in commin for a long time now”. Toad chuckled an evil little laugh. “Yeah, we’re gonna fuck you up real bad!”. Rogue was slightly taken aback by their attitude. Apparently this had all been an elaborate ruse to draw here here for a fight, but she couldn’t see the point. Four to one was still bad odds for the brotherhood. Still, she was just achin to kick some ass. “Fine then you slimy little sucker, why don’t y’all just come and get some!”. At that, the mutants began fanning out. She let them make the first move, after all, it would hardly matter in the end. Avalanch punched a button on a nearby machine panel, and a metalic whine began behind her. She spun and saw a hydrolic crane swung rapidly in her direction. She turned back to the brotherhood, her arm held casually out to stop the crane. It would be no match for her strength. Her surprise was complete when the crane smashed into her with enough force to hurl her skidding across the floor. She slammed into some crates and lay stunned. Her barely conscious mind could make no sense of it. A voice sounded from far away. “You might be wondering why that hurt so much, bitch”. It was Avalanch, and he sounded smug. “This warehouse is fitted with mutagenic dampers. In other words no mutant abilities work within its confines. I cant control the earth, Pyro cant manipulate fire and blob isnt totally invulnerable here. But you, you lose everything too. No strength, not flight, no toughness, and no ability to suck life you fucking leech!. Always so bloody high and mighty, huh. Well without those powers you are nothing, and we’re gonna show you how fucking helpless you are!”. Thoughout Avalanch’s tirade, rogue has slowly come to her senses. She got the jist of it. She was in for a whupping. But she’d been trained by the X-men, and could fight, powers or no. As Pyro closed in to grab her, she cracked an elbow into his temple and kicked his feet out from under him. She slipped athletically between blobs reaching arms, though his legs and rolled to her feet near avalanch. He threw a clumsy punch that she easily avoided, returning a couple of quick jabs to the face and then an uppercut to the groin that left him curled up and gasping. She turned to face Blob again, but was tripped by something. She rolled to a crouch and felt her ankle still caught. Looking down, she saw toad’s tongue wrapped tightly around it. “I gueth thom thins thtill worck, eh” he joked, pulling her toward him with his powerful jaws. She raised her leg to kick at the slimy member, but a huge flabby hand closed on her right arm, squeezing painfully tightly. She struck out at blob, but he was totally unaffected by her flailings. A flash of orange heralded the return of pyro, who set about kicking her in the stomach and thighs. She had never felt so helpless and abused before, even prior to gaining her super strength and toughness. She couldn’t break blob’s grip, or ever toad’s, and while pyro wasn’t particularly strong for a man, without her invulnerability, she was only a flesh and blood woman. Finally, pyro seemed to tire, and the kicking slowed and then stopped. Her arm and leg were released and she curled up into a ball , trying to get her breath back. She had never felt so beaten before. Avalanch came into her field of view, somewhat recovered from her earlier attack. He smiled a grim smile. “Oh, don’t fade yet, bitch. We’re going to give you a gift. Something you’ve never had before. You’ve lived your entire adult life without human contact. Male contact. We’re going to give you more than you’d ever wanted”. It took a moment for his words to sink in to her pain clouded mind. “No..”, she gasped. “You wouldn’t…I’ve never…”. She began to struggle as they lifted her up, but a swift punch to the gut from Avalanch stilled her momentarily. Blob took both her arms in one meaty hand and simply held her up, her feet barely scraping the floor. He grabbed the neck of her jumpsuit and pulled, the fabric tearing easily. All that remained were the tatters on one arm, and the torn fabric around her boots. Otherwise she was completely bare to the four men. Pyro let out an appreciative whistle and toad chuckled again. Goosbumps rose on her flesh and she shivered. Part of her wanted to scream and cry, but deep down, part of her longed for the contact. The touch, from another person. From a man. Avalanch touched her lightly on the shoulder, then ran his hands down her side and leg to her knee. She shivered under his caress. “No …please”, she whispered, but in her eyes he saw what he was looking for. Longing, masked by pain, grief and shame. He revelled in the moment of complete power. He had her, almost wanting this. Now it was time to teach her a lesson. He placed his hands on her breasts and instantly her nipples were rock hard. She gasped, and he began to massage those perfect, firm mounds. A slight nod to Pyro, and the man approached, running his hands across her thighs and buttocks, lightly, softly. She twitched, but resisted little. When pyro’s hand moved between her thighs, he felt a slight wetness and warmth. He grinned cruelly, but a look from Avalanch stopped him. It had been agreed, not yet.  He continued his soft caress of her skin, and her resistance lessened. Avalanch nodded to Blob, who lowered her to standing level. Her legs buckled, and she slumped further in his grip. Avalanch lifted her face with one hand and kissed her lightly. She did not resist. She moaned softly as Pyro continued his work, moving to gently rub between her thights. Avalanch kissed her again and she returned it reluctantly. How long had she dreamt of this. Of how it would feel. She buried her guilt and shame and drew in the sensation she had been denied so long. Avalanch kissed her again and she returned it fully. Pyro slipped his fingers into her and she wiggled, easing their passage. Avalanch smiled, and drew her into a whisper. “This is how it might have been, Rogue, had you stayed with us. It could have been wonderful”, his words filled her with soft dread and she tried to pull away. “But you turned against us, and joined our enemies. That has consequences. And you shall know them fully!”. He stepped back as she began to struggle more violently, her feet lashing out, striking pyro in the stomach. At avalanche’s gesture, blob drew her high into the air and slammed her heavilly to the floor. She gasped and tried to scream as the pain hit her, but his meaty paw caught her around the neck, and he slammed her again, blasting the breath from her and knocking her senseless. Her back and head throbbed, and her vision blurred. “Gently you idiot!”, yelled avalanch, “She’s no tougher that a normal woman now. If you kill her, we cant use her. I want her to be alive, awake and very much aware for this”. Roughly she was dragged up, and draped across a crate, her legs dangling. All the fight had left her, and it took all she had to stay conscious. Her legs were pulled apart and she felt somebody move between them. It was Avalanch. As she struggled to push away, Blob’s heavy hands pushed her shoulders down and held them there. Toad came up one side, pinning her left arm and painfully gripping her left breast in his free hand. Pyro took up a position on her right in a similar manner. From between her legs, avalanch spoke “Now you’ll know why we are to be feared. We will take everything from you, traitor”. She felt hot pressure on her pussy. “God she’s tight” muttered avalanch. The preasure eased and something long, hard and warm slid into her. The sensation was wonderful and dreadful at the same time. Avalanch moved in and out rapidly, and the pressure began to build once again. It felt like she was being hammered, deep and hard. As avalanch built up momentum, it became painful and bruising. She gasped in pain, but it only spurred him on to go faster and deeper. With one final plunge, he gasped and a hot sensation filled her. He withdrew, and for a moment she felt empty. She held back tears as emotion overwhelmed her. She was no longer a virgin. A horrible and amazing experience all at once. She hated herself for it, but part of her enjoyed it. She drew in a ragged breath and tried to concentrate on the conversation around her. The others were ribbing avalanch about the time it took. “She’s so tight I almost went for the jaws of life!” he joked “You’d’ve done the same”.

“You’ve just got to know what you’re doing” remarked toad. There were sceptical comments all round. Rogue was finally beginning to gather her wits again. She flushed with anger. How dare they joke like school boys after what they just did to her! What they just took from her! As she began to struggle again, blob’s grip tightened. Avalanch looked over “Looks like she wants some more boys”. He pinned both her arms while pyro and Toad took a leg each, speading them painfully wide and holding them in place. Toad grinned, then his tongue snaked out. It played lightly across her swolen clitorus and she gasped. He began to work more rythmically, and it swelled further. Her breath came in pants as she fought her body for control. Her mind raced. *This cant be happening! I don’t want it to be good. Its rape. I’m not supposed to enjoy it!* But she was fighting a losing battle. As toad continued to work, flicking his tongue into her vagina and lower across her anus, she felt things inside her tighten. He returned to work on her clit and she felt it building. She panted and protested but it was no good. Finally it burst forth, and she climaxed, screaming in pure pleasure. Suddenly, her legs were pressed up painfully across her chest, doubling her over and exposing her further. She gasped in pain again as toad bore down, pressing her knees to her ample chest, and stretching her as far as she’d go. Suddenly he pushed inside her. He was smaller that avalanch, but she was more aware this time. His hot shaft plunged into her repeatedly, drawing pained grunts as he bounced her legs into her chest with each thrust. The pain in her lower back was almost unbearable, far more so than the dull ache in her vagina. Suddenly she felt a hot sensation in her loins again and toad groaned, collapsing on top of her. His face was close to hers. She could smell his rancid breath and see the dreamy look in his eyes. Slowly he climbed off her and her legs were lowered back down. She almost sobbesd in relief as the pain in her back eased. She sucked in deep gulps of air and tried to focus. Pyro was complaining about something, but her fogged mind couldn’t grasp the words. Suddenly she was lifted and turned onto her stomach, her legs dangling as she was bent over the crate. Something heavy landed on her back and blasted the wind from her. Toad leaned forward from his perch atop her and whispered into her ear. “Stay awake for this, lovely”.  Her legs were forced apart again, but held against the crate. One leg was held by blob, the other by avalanch. She felt Pyro move up behind her and grip her buttocks, spreading them. She tried to scream but breath would not come. “Toad, a little lube it you would” came from Pyro in his thick cockney accent. She felt something strong and wet slide across her exposed anus. She tried to clench and fight, but the hands held her cheeks apart. Toad’s strong tongue wormed itsway into her ass despite her attempts to stop it. Then suddenly it was gone, replaced by a warm pressure against her butt. The pressure increased to an almost painful level, and she could fell pyro slip slightly into her. Then suddenly all resistance was gone and he plunged deep within her, stabbinng painfully. It felt like there was too much of it. Like she’d never be ablt to hold it all. She grit her teeth and drew in a ragged breath. It was deeper and more painful than anything else so far. She felt pyro flat against her ass and knew it had gone as deep as it was going to. It slowly withdrew, then plunged in again. The stabbing rythym continued, but became dulled with each thrust. Soon, to her horror, she discovered she enjoyed the sensation. Pyro began to pump faster, had she gasped in time, half in pain, half in pleasure. He started making sounds and thrust deeper and deeper, harder and harder. The senstion was growing inside her again, and she knew that she would climax soon. She fought panic. She didn’t want to climax, especially while being ass raped. What wind of whore was she? Suddenly, she felt an almost scalding sensation within and knew that pyro had come. She cringed at the relief she felt that she hadn’t come as well. Pyro withdrew and the feeling of him pulling out almost drove her over the edge. Then he was out. She tried to struggle, but it was her weakest attempt het. Her strength and will had failed her. She lay there in a daze and tried to make out the conversation above her. The words blurred as she fought for consciousness. The ach in her pussy and anus pulsed in time with the beat of her heart. A deep voice was complaining. She struggled to think. The only one who hadn’t had her was blob. That thought immediately brought her into focus. Blob was a huge man. She barely coped with the intrusion of the others, but a man of blob’s size could do some serious damage to her. She began to struggle with renewed vigour, but it was to no avail. She was still held too tightly. Suddenly she realised that the conversation had ended. The men had reached a conclusion…