The Crew

Pt. 3

By Flexman

THIS STORY IS A PARODY. The X-Men are owned by Marvel Comics. This is a not for profit story. No one under eighteen should read this story.

I would like to thank Night Creeper for all his help and valuable advice in writing this story and with my writing in general.

Dorsey looked pleased with himself.

"Have you noticed how much Xavier and his peoples' influence have grown these last few years? They talk to congressmen, senators, governors, even the President. They got that school in New York where parents can send their mutant kids they're too embarrass to keep around. They sell books, lectures, courses. The liberal media loves them.

Now, what would happen if images of our guests upstairs were all of a sudden to show up all over the web, pictures of them in nude, raunchy, pornographic scenes? I think there's a lot of people who'd love to see Xavier's hareem go all natural. I think that's something they're not going to be able to live down. The reputations of not just the four bitches but of all the X-Men would take a serious hit. Nobody in the government would ever take Xavier or his people seriously again. Their credibility would be gone. So, think about it, how far you think the X-Men would go to keep that from happening?"

None of us answered, but we were thinking about it. Xavier's political clout had been growing. Something like this would diffidently hurt, it could derail him. People would start wondering what really goes on in that school of his. Parents would get nervous sending their kids there. People might wonder if that holier then thou, noble image of theirs was just a front for a bunch of perverts.

"My plan is we take a shit load of pictures of those women and use it to blackmail the X-Men not to fuck with us any more."

Cruz smiled. "Harry, you're a genius."

"Yeah," Perry agreed. "It'll work."

Cruz, Perry and I carried the women to the basement while Hooker and Dorsey set up the lighting and camera equipment. Cruz picked up Sage and Rogue, flinging them both over his shoulders, one on each side. Their respective asses resting exactly on the top by his head, their upper bodies hanging down Cruz's front, their long hairs and arms hanging over the ground. Cruz slapped their asses.

"Yeah, I think a lot of people are going to enjoy seeing these puppies up close and personal," he laughed. Perry took Storm and I carried Pryde.

There were two king size beds in the large room. I put fresh sheets and pillows on one bed, where all the action would take place. The four unconscious X-Women were thrown on the other bed. Then Perry collected their possessions, wallets, keys, and cash. Dorsey took the wallets and removed their driver's licenses, credit and bank cards, saying these can be used later.

Then it was time to begin. "OK, stripped them," Dorsey ordered. Storm was first. Cruz picked her up and laid her on the made up bed. He first removed her boots. She wore these long, black leather boots that went up to her mid-thighs. Her matching black cape came next. A cape? Who the hell wears a cape these days? That went out with wearing your underwear on the outside. Her body suit was kind of weird. It form-fitted her whole body but left her hips and part of her ass cheeks bare; a strange woman. Her underwear consisted of matching black bra and thong. It didn't stand out against her mocha skin but did contrast nicely with her white hair. Cruz flipped Storm on her stomach and positioned her in the center of the bed. He then unsnapped the bra and removed it and the thong without turning her over. Storm was completely naked. She laid there, faced down wearing nothing but some make up on her face, a choker and earrings, which Dorsey removed and kept as souvenirs. The thing about Storm is she had the most magnificent cherry ass anyone ever saw. Round, firm, sculptured cheeks that couldn't have been more perfect if they were chiseled by an artist. A dancer's thighs with powerful, diamond shape calves and muscular, full feet. We all stood there for several minutes, mesmerized, until Hooker snap us out of it by taking the first picture. He took pictures from different angles around the bed, from the top and the foot of the bed, from right and left and several points in between. Cruz and Perry each took one ass cheek and spread them, exposing her anus for all to see. Hooker gleefully took several pictures of the small hole.

"Looks so tight," commented Perry. "It doesn't look like she ever took one up there."

"Not her, not Ms. Perfect," Dorsey said.

Love to change that, I thought.

When Hooker was done with the back side shots, Cruz turned Storm over and laid her on her back, revealing her neatly trimmed mound of white hair, as white as the hair on her head.

"Wow. Her hair is real. I always thought she colored it, guess not."

Hooker began taking his pictures. Again he moved around the bed for different angles. After several shots were taken, Dorsey ordered that Storm be posed. Cruz and Perry each grabbed an ankle and bought Storm's legs up to a ninety-degree angle and held them in that position while I moved Storm's arms over her head and angled her upper body slightly to the side so as to be visible for the next shot. Hooker stood at the foot of the bed. What he saw were the legs pointing straight up and a clear shot from the soles of Storm's pedicure feet pointing straight up in the air, down the toned, well-shaped calves and thighs to her ass, showing both her vagina and anus in the same shot. "Perfect," Hooker announced, as he took the picture. "I think we found her best side."

Putting Storm's legs back down, Cruz spread them, took the X-woman's right hand; bought it to rest on her white-haired crotch and carefully inserted her forefinger into her hole and rested the thumb on the clit. The left hand was place on Storm's breast. Hooker took the shot. "The great Storm masturbating, who would have thought."

For the next shot, Cruz removed the hand from the crotch, bought it up to Storm's face and inserted the same forefinger in her mouth. Hooker took the shot. They positioned Storm in two dozen other shot, including one in which her ass pointed up and another one with her on all fours showing among other things her large breast dangling. Then they moved onto the next heroines.

Cruz relieved Rogue of her uniform; a skin tight, form fitting suit of red and dark blue leather. She wore no bra, her only underwear was a thin V-string. Tattoos ran down her left shoulder and arm. She was big boned and full bodied making her the amazon of the group. She was a little smaller then the wrestler Chyna, who did a couple of spreads on Playboy, but had the same kind of body. She had a friendship ring and ankle bracelet, which Hooker kept. Flipping her on her stomach Cruz removed her V-string. Many pictures were taken of her magnificent ass and hole, as well as her back and big feet. Putting her on her back, I was disappointed the white streak of hair running through the center of her head did not extend to the lower half of her body; her bush was just plain brown. Then her photo session continued.

The removal of Sage's long black leather uniform jacket and uniform revealed she did not wear a bra either. Her only underwear were small white cotton bottoms. When that was confiscated, we were amused to see she shaved her cunt. The area between her legs was as smooth and hairless as silk. "It's always the cold, icy ones that want to make a statement by shaving," laughed Hooker. A small chain around her neck was mine.

Kitty Pryde was the youngest. Like the rest, she was muscular and well shaped; her body sort of reminded me of Brooke Burke. Like the rest of them she wore a dark leather uniform. What was it with leather and these X-Men? We didn't wear leather during jobs because it constricted our movements and could get hot under there. Anyway, Perry denuded Kitty, put his nose on her pussy and took a deep breath.

"Young pussy," he said. "There's nothing like it." He kept her class ring and a choker as his prizes.

Over a two-hour stretch, Hooker shot a combined sixty-three images of the four women.

"We can put this on a web site, get word around. It'll set a record for visitors."

This did not satisfy Dorsey; when the individual photo sessions ended, he decided to pair them up.

"Let's get a little lesbian love for them," he ordered.

The next photo shoot began. Cruz laid Rogue and Storm side by side, heads at opposite ends. He moved them into each other, sticking their faces in each other's crotch and flinging their arms on each other's asses, a perfect 69. Hooker took the shots.

Rogue laid on her back; Sage seated on her face, her upper body forward so Sage's face is in Rogue's crotch, another perfect 69.

Kitty laid on her back, her thighs brought up to her chest, and held there by a clothesline, then Sage's face put into her crotch.

Rogue on her stomach, her legs shoved under her exposing her asshole. Cruz shoved Storm's face into Rogues ass. Storms' tongue sticks out against Rogue's anus.

Storm on her stomach, Kitty laying on top of her, her face on Storm's ass, also made to stick her tongue in Storm's anus, while one of her toes was shoved in Storm's mouth.

Storm was put on her back with Sage and Rogue lying on each side of her. One of Storm's nipples in their mouths while they both had one of their hands on Storm's pubic mound, each with a finger inside Storm's love hole.

Sage on her back, legs spread. Rogue and Storm lay on either side of her with their heads by her feet. Cruz put the toe of Sage's right foot in Rogue's mouth; he did the same with her left toe in Storm's mouth. He put Sage's right forefinger all the way into Rogue's vagina. Again, he did the same thing with her left forefinger into Storm's hole.

Kitty on her stomach, Rogue on top of her with one hand reaching under on Kitty's breast and the other resting on Kitty's ass, the forefinger shoved all the way in her anus.

Finally Rogue face on Kitty's pubic with her tongue on Kitty's clit. Hooker climbed a ladder for an overhead shot. Hooker took several more shots from different angles. It went on for another hour and a half. Hooker had taken fifty-seven shot with every conceivable pairing along with threesomes and foursomes. One, which Hooker was really proud of, was a circle where Kitty had her face in Sage's cunt; Sage had hers in Rogue's, Rogue in Storm's and Storm in Kitty. We did several combinations of the circle theme. When done, every woman had a taste of all the other women's pussies, asses, nipples and feet.

I'm the artist of the Crew. I have the talent. It was up to me to take the images and manipulated them slightly. I sat at the laptop Hooker set up for me and went to work. Nothing major, on some shots I made their eyes open, turned the corners of their mouths up to give the impression of a smile. I eliminated the clothesline we use to keep their legs up from the pictures and put in different backgrounds, things like that. Hooker and Dorsey looked over my shoulder but neither said anything. When done I was pleased with my work. Then Hooker sat down and began to assemble the pictures into a portfolio and setting up the blackmail site. While he did that, Perry and Cruz walked up to Dorsey.

"We want to fuck them," Perry said, Cruz nodding.

"Hey, if we rape them, the X-Men will be as pissed as if we killed them. This whole thing is supposed to be something we can have over them."

"Come on, you expected us to stand here all this time, watching them with their asses and tits hanging out and not want to do something. Of course we want to fuck them, what did you expect."

Dorsey shook his head. "You all have girlfriends, go get off on them."

"It's not the same," said Cruz. "These are some of the best bitches we've ever seen. Look at those bodies. We can't pass on them."

I've seen Hooker's files on the X-Men and I didn't want to mess with guys like Wolverine and Juggernaut. We got lucky this morning. Next time they won't underestimate us, but still. We left the four women on the bed laying side by side, still naked. Watching them there, at our mercy, it was hard not to want to do something. I've had a hard-on for most of the day and it still felt like concrete. After a few minutes of arguing, we all turned and looked at Hooker who was uncharacteristically quiet. He was still sitting at the computer, watching us, his expression was unreadable. After about a minute he spoke.

"It's not rape if they enjoy it," he said.

"What?"

"If they have orgasms, if they actively participate, if they enjoy it, they can't claim it was rape."

"So?" Dorsey responded. "You expect them to agree to fuck us?"

"They might," Hooker smiled.

"How? I don't think asking them is going to do it."

"No, I don't think so either."

"So what are you talking about?"

"I'm just saying there might be a way to get them motivated and horny." He looked at Perry and Cruz. "Can you guys keep it in your pants for another hour, hour and a half?"

They both shrugged, "Yeah," said Perry. "If there's a reason to. What do you got in mind?"

"I got to go make a buy. You come with me Will, I might need some back-up. We'll boost some wheels and be back in about an hour."

For the next hour or so we sat there watching the four X-bitches laying there. Dorsey kept looking at his watch, worried the tranquilizer would wear off and they'd wake. After a while, Cruz went over and played with Sage's tits, bouncing them back and forth between his huge hands like soft balls. I gave in to temptation and stated fingering Storm's clit and working my way to her breasts and face. Finally, Hooker and Perry got back. Perry was all smiles as Hooker walked to the table and put something that looked like a large bottle of perfume on it. We all stared at it.

"What is it?" asked Dorsey.

"Pheromones," he said, as if that one word explained it all. We waited. He went on.

"Basically, they're scents that cause the brain to react differently. Animals put it out when they want to attract the opposite sex for matting. It can cause the sex drive to activate. I know this grad student in biology and chemistry, up in UCLA, who's been doing some work with them and he's developed this little formula for use by his frat house. He says it works like a miracle."

"What are we supposed to do, drink it?"

"No, we splash it on like aftershave. It mixes with our normal scent. When they smell it on us it's suppose to make them really horny. It's also supposed to make them a bit submissive. Just in case, I bought three neural collars to neutralize their powers, we don't need one for Rogue, her powers are already out. We snap the collars on them and put each one in a separate room. We wait till they wake up, splash on the pheromones and we each pick one. We go into the room of our choice and while we're explaining about the pictures and why they should leave us alone the pheromones do their work. Then the party begins."

"How long does it last?"

"A few hours."

Perry smiles. "One problem, four bitches, five of us."

We wrote their names in small pieces of paper, folded and put them in one of Storm's bra cups. Hooker mixed it up and we each drew one. I drew the blank one, SHIT! I have to settle for sloppy seconds. Cruz drew Pryde but Perry was hot for her so they traded. Hooker drew Storm but Dorsey wanted her and Hooker liked amazons anyway, so they traded. I'd have my pick of whomever I wanted after they were done.

Kitty Pryde woke up to find herself in a small room lit by a single bulb on the ceiling. She was naked except for a neural collar, which kept her from phasing. She was lying on a mattress on the floor. After feeling groggy for the first few minutes, she was now alert. She sat up, her back against the wall, bringing her thighs against her chest and wrapped her arms around her them to cover her nudity. Kitty tried to remember what happened. She had no idea how long she'd been out or where her friends were. She remembered fighting that guy. She thought of herself as excellent in hand to hand fighting, Wolverine taught her well, but nothing she tried against this guy worked. He blocked everything and even toyed with her. She remembered not being able to phase during the fight. Why? Maybe they had someone who could shut down mutant powers, like Leech, or maybe a telepath got into her mind.

The door opened and a man walked in. He was black, tall, about six feet and very muscular. Kitty could see his arms bulging from his short sleeved T-shirt. His back was wide, his gut absolutely flat. His hair was cut short, like Kobe Bryant or Shaq. He stood there smiling at her. He had something in his right hand, photographs.

"Where are my friends?" Kitty asked.

The man shrugged. "They're busy."

"What do you want?"

"What do we want? You people came after us."

"You were hijacking trucks."

Again that casual shrug. "What's it to you? You're not the cops."

Kitty remembered him from the file the police gave them; his name is Will Perry. She couldn't help but notice how handsome he is. Here in person, he was so attractive. That thought surprised her. Why was she thinking of that at a time like this? He moved closer to her, despite being naked, she didn't feel like moving away. He sat right next to her, less then an inch, his back also against the wall. Much to her confusion this did not alarm or even bother her. She was completely naked in the presence of a man who is her enemy, no mutant power, no defense against what he might do and she wasn't even worried. She was even beginning to get a little excited. What was wrong with her? She should be planning an escape or looking for an opening to attack. Instead she was feeling so good, excited, happy to be here and not at all uncomfortable being naked in front of him. All she could think of was his body and face. They were so sexy, those hard muscles, that flat gut, that incredible ass. She glanced between his legs. His arms weren't the only things bulging. He was a stud, a real stallion. She wondered how well hung he was and had an overwhelming desire to get closer to him . . . to sniff him. Was he wearing aftershave? If he was, she loved it. It made her feel euphoric. She felt like stretching her arms over her head. She felt like stretching and limber up her entire body. Perry held up the first picture, looked at it, then passed it along to Kitty. It showed her lying on a bed, arms and legs all spread out, completely naked, her vagina standing out. Kitty just stared at it. He passed the next one to her. She and Sage were doing a 69. The next showed her face in Storm's ass, another one with Rogue's face in her pussy.

"See it's like this," Perry said. "We have a whole lot of images just like these of all four of you X-ladies." He accentuated the word X-ladies as if to mock her. "Now as long as you or any of the other X-Men keep out of our business, these images will never be seen by anybody else. But if you ever come after us again, these pictures will be all over the web. People will be downloading them for years to come. We know the private website of every senator, congressman and governor in the country. These images will be emailed to them. We know the private website of every major news editor and producer in the country. They'll get them too. It won't just be here in the US, we'll send these images to every country X-Corp has an office in. You understand Kitty?"

Staring at the pictures gave Kitty mixed emotions. Half of her felt humiliated, degraded and angry, but the other half felt a sudden horniness coming on. Her skin turned red, and she was getting hot. She was shocked when she realized her crotch was wet. For the fifth time in as many minutes, she wondered what the hell was wrong with her. She never reacted like this before. She couldn't understand it. The pictures were turning her on, as was the bastard sitting next to her. The lust was outweighing any fear and revulsion and overpowering the nausea in her stomach. She should be tearing his eyes out for seeing her like this, but instead she was having trouble focusing on anything except how horny she felt. Kitty tore her eyes from the pictures and looked at Perry; he was so inviting. She had the urge to ask him how he thought she looked in the pictures. She wanted to tear his clothes off. Her breathing was getting faster. She tried to keep it from showing.

"Do you understand?" Perry repeated.

Kitty stared at his powerful chest, then her eyes traveled to his crotch and the big bulge there. It was still getting harder for her to breathe. Perry smiled, that made her feel good.

"Looks like your mind is on other things right now Kitty."

He put his hand on her shoulder and rubbed. His touch was electric to her. His fingers stroking and kneading her shoulder muscles as she closed her eyes. She let out a long sigh as his fingers made their way to the base of her neck. Kitty was lost in the sensation. Something dark and erotic was taking hold of her. Her darkest sexual desires, repress for so long, were now free. She never been this wet in her life, her heart was pounding, she could barely breathe.

"Come on Kitty, what's your problem? If you want it so bad, go for it. I'm not going to stop you," she heard him say. "You ever have black stick before? No, I know you haven't. You know what you're missing? You ever think about it?"

Kitty was frozen. This couldn't be happening, it was surreal, yet her desire was overwhelming her. Without willing it to, her hands reached for him. She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. She pulled his zipper down, completely unconcerned that she was no longer squeezing her legs against her chest. Her breast hung down and her cunt was visible for him to see. She spread his jeans apart, the large bulge still loomed against his exposed underwear. Without any hesitation she grabbed the elastic waist band, pulled it down and there it was, his cock just popped out. She stared at it. It looked magnificent, not just big but thick and powerful. How would it feel inside of me, she wondered? Kitty took it in her hand, rub and caress it. Her fingers gently moved up and down. She held the tip between her thumb and forefinger. Slowly moved down and took his balls in her palm and lovingly caressed them. Just the feel of them was so pleasing to her.

"The hand job is nice, Kitty." Perry said. "You have a good touch, but I want more."

His hand was still massaging the base of her neck. He gently pushed her head down. She was too lost in the sensation to resist. The tip of her nose touched his cock. "Start with the balls, Kitty."

This close his scent was even more overpowering. A strong musky odor that made her more excited. He had power over her. She couldn't refuse him anything. She opened her mouth. Ignoring his order; she went for the tip of his monster cock. She began lightly kissing and sucking the large bulbous head while continuing to stroke the base of his shaft with one hand and kneading his heavy balls with the other, still deeply inhaling that intoxicating musk that made her feel so alive. She rolled the head around in her mouth like a tootsie pop. After several minutes she stopped working the head and went for his balls. She buried her face in his scrotum, inhaling more of that sweet aroma. She sucked hard on his left testicle and then on the right, giving each her undivided attention. Then worked her way up the shaft, back to the head with wide and repeated licks.

"Ok Kitty, enough dribbling. Time to dunk the ball in the basket."

The cock was big, Kitty wondered if she'd be able to get it all in. Her lips formed an "O" and she went down on him. She only went about two inches and didn't seem to be able to go deeper. That didn't satisfied Perry. He placed his hand on the back of her head and slowly pushed until his cock was touching her tonsils, then let her up and then down again, deeper, past her tonsils. Back and forth until she felt his cock stabbing the back of her throat. That was all Kitty need, she began bobbing her head, without his help, combining with rapid tongue movement. This appeared to please Perry. He moved his hand from the back of Kitty's head down her back to her ass. First he stopped at the spot exactly between her anus and cunt and rubbed. Kitty loved it. The spot was very sensitive. After a couple of minutes his hand moved further down and began rubbing her labia's lips. Her clit became hard like the tip of a pen as Perry's thumb rubbed it, while he inserted first two, then three fingers inside, almost up to his knuckles. Kitty moaned, but with Perry's cock in her mouth, it was barely audible. It took only a few seconds for Perry to find her spot and begin working it vigorously. In the state she was in, it didn't take long for her cunt to feel on fire. For several minutes they moved in synch, Kitty's head up and down in a piston like motion on his cock and Perry's fingers in and out of her cunt as her juices flowed. She orgasm first, her cunt exploded, her juices flowing nonstop. Kitty stopped pumping as the climax over took her, but Perry moved his cum covered hand back on top of her head and forced her to continue. Kitty took his cue and went back to pumping her head up and down even as she spasms wildly. Not long after Kitty felt Perry's cock begin to throb in her mouth, it was Perry's turn to shoot his juices. He made her swallow it all except for the very last when he pulled out and sprayed it all over her face and hair.

Kitty laid there with her head on his lap right next to his scrotum and cock. She had never had an orgasm that strong, it took a lot out of her. Perry just sat there playing with her rock hard nipples, rolling them between his fingers, occasionally squeezing. All was quiet for several minutes. Then without warning, he let go of her nipples and gave a loud slap on her ass.

"Half-time over, Kitty. Time for the second half tip off."

He took her head off his lap and laid her flat on her back, got on top of her and started on her nipples. While his hands massaged her tits, his mouth furiously worked her nipples. His tongue combined with gentle bites and his musky odor began driving Kitty crazy again. Over the next few minutes it kept building up. Kitty had never experienced such raw sexual pleasure before. Suddenly, his mouth left her tits causing Kitty to scream 'No!'. Her disappointment didn't last long as Perry mouth went to her clit, using his tongue in wide stokes again combining it with gentle, playful bites. His finger once again found her G-spot and vigorously stroked it. Kitty was delirious. Her clit was so hard she was sure it would burst, her breathing coming in rapid, desperate spurts, her nipples felt like he lit them on fire and she loudly moaned uncontrollably. Soon the moans turned to yips, sounding like a small dog. Perry was amused. He never heard a girl make quiet that sound before.

"Sounds like you need something Kitty. You know what it is?" he asked.

Kitty didn't answer, she just laid there moaning and yipping as Perry continued working her cunt.

"Come on. You want something, don't you?" Perry continued to tease. "You can't get what you don't ask for."

Kitty still didn't answer. Perry abruptly stopped. "No!" Kitty screamed. "Ok, ok, I want you to fuck me."

Perry resumed massage her G-spot and swollen clit. "That's no way to ask. Who do you belong to?" Kitty didn't answer. "Come on Kitty, let's not do this the hard way."

Between gulps for air Kitty answered. "I belong to you. I'm all yours."

"And what do you need?"

"You to fuck me."

Perry smiled. "You need some black stick, don't you. Long, thick, black stick."

"Yes. Long, thick, black stick. I need some black stick. Please give me your black stick. I'm begging you, please. I'm yours, do what you want, just don't stop."

"Well, since you ask so nicely."

He brought her legs up and shoved her thighs against her chest. Both her cunt and anus were positioned in front of his massive cock. He alternated brushing the tip against the tight crack of Kitty's virgin asshole and the soaking wet hole of her cunt.

"Hum, which will it be, black hole or pink?" he mockingly asked.

Without waiting for an answer he penetrated her cunt. Kitty let out another yip, as Perry pumped in and out, slowly shoving more and move of his cock inside of her.

"Ah! , Ah!" Kitty kept repeated. "Come on, fuck me! Harder, harder!" She loved it. His cock was hitting all the right spots. She began moving against him, in a desperate rhythm, trying to get him to go deeper and deeper inside of her. It was hard not, being able to use her legs, but at that moment her thighs were pressed against her chest and her feet were pointing straight up over her head, so she used her arms on the mattress to get in synch with his pump. She felt his massive balls beating against her ass cheeks. That turned her on even more. Another orgasm was coming on as her cunt completely engulfed Perry's cock, filling her completely. It went on and on, Kitty completely losing track of time as Perry's powerful hips drove her into more and more of a frenzy. Finally, Kitty closed her eyes and clenched her teeth in a vain attempt to prolong it, then let a loud scream as her cunt again exploded. Never in her life had she experience anything like that and it didn't stop. Perry still hadn't cum so he kept pumping away. Kitty was certain she would lose her mind.

Hooker installed cams in all the rooms. I sat at the monitor watch everything, since I was the only one not doing anything at the moment. I was constantly switching between all four cams, watching the action. I'm not usually into voyeurism, but being odd man out, I had nothing better to do while waiting for my turn. The idea behind the cams was to record everything so if any of them claimed rape there was proof they wanted and enjoyed it. Also, it was another thing to hold over them, along with the pictures. It seemed Hooker's pheromones worked better then expected. It definitely brought out the slut in all four women.

On one screen Storm was on her knees giving Dorsey what looked like the mother of all blow jobs. She had resisted the longest, but in the end she caved in and now was sucking Dorsey's cock with ravishing hunger.

On the next screen Hooker was fucking Rogue doggie style, while reaching down and massaging her massive tits. She was so into it she was drooling. She already gave him a good blow job. A nice thing about being a telepath is Hooker's able to read Rogues mind and know exactly what Rogue needed and wanted. Rogue was getting a personalized, made to order, fucking.

On another screen Perry was fucking the hell out of Pryde. Her legs were up in the air and she just laid there enjoying the hell out of it. Good time being had by all.

Finally, Cruz was fucking Sage. He was standing up. Sages' legs were wrapped around his waist, her back against the wall, him pumping away at her. That was the most interesting one to watch. Sage was clenching her teeth, her eyes shut tight. The expression on her face was nothing like I've ever seen before. Was it possible to feel both agony and ecstasy at the same time? Cause I think that's what I was seeing. Cruz is a big man with a humongous cock. It must have felt like someone was shoving a thick pipe through her cunt, but I could also see pleasure on her face. Even as it hurt she was enjoying it. It all looked so weird. Sage had a hard time getting it all in her mouth earlier when she was blowing him, but both of them shot off pretty good. Now she was riding him. I think her cunt was going to be a whole lot wider when he was done with her.

After a long hour of waiting Dorsey was the first one out. I looked at the monitor at the other three. Hooker was now butt fucking Rogue. The man had so much energy. Cruz was fucking Sage's tits and Perry and Pryde were just lying there in a spoon. It looked like my choice was made for me. Storm was it; nothing to be disappointed about. I splashed some of Hooker's magic liquid on my face, chest and abdomens. Also splashed some on my crotch and walked into the room.

Storm lay on the mattress. Her body was drenched with sweat, her eyes glazed over, her white maim disheveled, she was still breathing fast and heavy. It didn't look like she had anything left. I was worried I wasn't going to get any. I couldn't get over how great her ass looked just lying there. It was the best piece of ass I've ever seen. It looked sculptured from smooth fine dark clay and shaped to perfection. It was literally a work of art, just like the rest of her body. Her tits were great too, with those dark chocolate brown nipples against her mocha-colored skim, down that level stomach flowing flat, straight down to her white pubic hair, which at the moment was matted. She didn't have a lot of pubic hair. It was trimmed into a perfect rectangle surrounding her slit, resembling the shape of a stick of gum. I was almost in a trance. I couldn't believe how beautiful she was. I got closer hoping she'd smell the pheromones on me and it get her going again. I took my clothes off and laid next to her. My cock pressed against her ass cheeks, my chest against her back and my hand reached around and cupped one of her tits. The warmth of her body against mine was everything felt so good. I squeezed and massaged the tit and especially the hard nipple. I gently ran my tongue from her ear, along her jowl to the tip of her chin. It worked. She began to stir. She turned her head, getting her nose closer to my face and began inhaling, taking deep breaths. After a minute she turned around, pressing the front of her body against mine. She continued smelling my face and then began licking it, working her way to my chest. Her tongue was magic. It sent shock waves down my spine. Damn, those pheromones are gold. Storm kissed and licked her way down my chest and abs. She got to my crotch and didn't hesitate to lick and kiss my cock and balls. For a while she was satisfied with just licking, first the base of my shaft, then slowly up to the head where she worked on it for several minutes. I thought my cock was going to melt, but then she took the whole thing in her mouth. I looked down and saw that mess of fine white hair moving up and down, up and down, while she took my balls in her hand and started manipulating them like they were a pair of dice. It didn't take long for me to shoot my wad. She willingly swallowed every drop and continued to lick until my cock was completely clean. Now that's service.

My turn. I took those precious nipples in my mouth, alternating one with the other. After a couple of minutes she started making sounds, loud sounds of desperation. She reached between her legs and rubbed. I took that as a hint and began making my way down there. I got to her belly button and she jumped a bit; a sensitive spot. I moved on and got to her clit, it was swollen big time. It looked huge. I licked and gently bit it and it drove her crazy. Cum was gushing out of her cunt. Her inner thighs were completely coated with a layer of it. My fingers went inside of her, digging around for her spot. I knew I found it went she started yelling yes, yes, while banging her fists on the mattress. I wasn't going to fuck her cunt, Dorsey already did that. I had something else in mind. Ever since I saw that incredible ass of hers I was hypnotized. Earlier, watching Hooker fuck Rogue's tight ass inspired me. Something about the great Storm taking it up the ass really turned me on. I put her on all fours with her big tits hanging down. I got on my knees behind her and smeared her cum all over my cock and on her small rosebud of an anus. I went back to playing with her cunt and she went back to moaning. I pressed my cock against her asshole, gently at first, then with more and more force. It was obvious Storm had never been butt-fucked before, she was so tight it felt like my cock was being crushed on all sides. It took me almost three minutes to get it all in. It hurt but I loved it. It was the same for her, I continued to play with her clit and cunt, she gave off sounds of both pleasure and pain. Pretty soon her anus loosened up just a bit and I was pumping away and she was moaning and screaming like some demented idiot. I shot off full force in her ass. A minute later she got off too on my hand. After that she was finished. She laid there like on the mattress like a bundled of rags, completely limp. I pulled my cock out and stood over her. I felt so powerful and she looked so weak. I loved it. I used her hair to wipe my cock clean.

I walked out of the room in time to see Perry come out carrying a still naked Pryde. She was cradled in his strong arms, his right arm under her knees and his left under her shoulder blades. Her head rested on his shoulder, her left arm dangle down her side, her right arm lay on her stomach. Her eyes were closed and her breast jutted out as her chest rose and fell in quick pants. She was completely limp and docile in his arms.

Cruz walked out a minute later. He was carrying Sage the same way he carried her down here from the truck, over his shoulder, her naked ass resting exactly on top of his massive shoulder, her arms and hair dangling toward the floor.

Hooker walked out of his room all smiles. "That was fun. We should do that again sometime."

"Ok guys," Dorsey said. "We had our fun, now let's wrap it up. Take your bitch to the showers, wash her thoroughly, shampoo their hair, douche them, and if you stuck it in their ass, make sure that hole gets a little water through it too. I don't want any of our DNA left on them. After you dry them, there's some clothing I bought, dress them up in those. We'll dump their uniforms later. I know a pimp who'll buy them for his girls."

I went back to the room and dragged Storm out. Hooker did the same with Rogue. The shower was this big, open, locker room type shower. We sat the girls down on the tile floor, turned the nozzles on and got the temperature just right. Then we lathered up some wash cloths, stood the girls up and began. When done Hooker had these electric wet razors, the kind you can use in the shower without getting electrocuted. We used them to shaved Storm, Rogue and Pryde's pussies to be as bare and smooth as Sage's. We sat them down again and we showered. After drying them and ourselves, we dressed them.

Dorsey bought four sets of identical gray tee shirts, nylon gym shorts and string sandals. There were no bras or underwear of any kind. It was funny, the tee shirts were so tight their nipples were completely outlined and their breasts were compressed. They were also so short it left their mid drifts bare all the way up to their ribs. The gym shorts were at least a size too small. Their ass cheek stuck out and they couldn't pull them up too much or their pussies would be outlined, especially since none of them had any underwear on, so they wore them really low. At least it showed off some nice well-defined abs they could be proud of. Hooker then gave out pocket combs and we combed their moist hair's all the way back leaving their ears exposed. Throughout the whole thing the four women remained completely docile and disoriented, letting us do whatever we wanted without any reaction or even making a sound.

We walked them back upstairs to the truck. Before we loaded them on, Perry wrapped his arms around Pryde and gave her a long kiss. She looked like she was kissing back. Hooker and Cruz both decided that looked like a good idea. Hooker came up behind Rogue, put his arms around her waist and tried to kiss her. She seems hesitated, but he took hold of her chin, turned her face to him and they kissed. She looked pleased. Cruz just swept Sage off her feet and kissed her. I though I'd do the same with Storm but Dorsey beat me to her. He looked at me and smiled. "Hey, you got to wash her."

The women got on the back of the truck, we closed the doors. Perry and Dorsey drove the truck, the rest of us followed in a stolen van. We abandoned the truck in an empty parking lot. Perry unlocked trailer, inside the women all looked asleep. Then they both got into the van.

"How long before they come out of it?" he asked Hooker.

"Another hour or two."

"What do we do with Sage's bike?"

Dorsey smiled. "I know a chop shop. They'll take care of it. We'll even make a couple of bucks off of it."

We drove away. When the effects of the pheromones finally wore off they'd be able to walk home. Maybe they could hitch a ride; pretty hard not to stop for women like those standing on the side of the road.

We were all feeling good, really good, and why not? Today we kicked the X-men's asses, had our way with their women, got the best sex of our lives and guaranteed they'd stay out of our business for good, or so we thought. I thought that was the end of it. With what we had on them I was so sure the X-men would never fuck with us again and we saw the last of those women. I was wrong of course. Fate has a nasty way of fucking up even the best plans. The key is to be able to make adjustment when it matters. But that was in the future. At that moment we all felt high. We're unbeatable, unstoppable, the absolute best.

TO BE CONTINUED