Author’s note. This is a work of fan fiction using characters created by Marvel Comics who I assume still hold the copyright to them. It is based on the X-Men comics of the 1980s although the knowledgeable among readers will recognise that I have made one change to a character’s powers and have bent time so that certain characters can appear together. It does not in any way draw on the films of the 21st century or the depictions of these same characters by the likes of Halle Berry. Nor does it refer to the new Ultimate X-Men ongoing series.
Just a few short scenes to tie up a few loose ends. Thanks for sticking with me through this project. I don’t imagine that I’ll ever write another such story given the amount of time it’s taken me (several years since I began writing it). But please do let me know what you think.
Mastermind
Jennifer Soulsby wept. Puccini’s beautiful final aria from Tosca enfolded her and the power of the music and the voice of the singer brought her to tears. The emotional intensity of the piece affected her tonight in a way it had not before and she was swept away by it. Her reverie was disturbed by the flashing light of a police car and, recovering her composure, she decelerated to allow it to pass her quickly. To her surprise it slowed behind her, flashing its headlights to indicate it wanted her to stop. Fighting a wave of irritation she pulled over and stopped, using her wing mirror to watch the officer get out of his patrol car and approach.
Jennifer rolled down the window and presented her driving licence to the patrol man, he took it from her and examined it carefully.
"Would you step out of the car please Mrs Soulsby." He was English and she looked up at him seeing a handsome face though displaying an unusual amount of facial hair; old fashioned sideburns covering most of his cheeks.
"Why?" she snapped. "What have I done?"
"Nothing, I hope. But we’ve had some very unusual reports this evening and we’re making random checks. So would you please step out of the car."
"Not before I see some ID," Jennifer replied, angry and slightly scared.
"Certainly." The officer smiled warmly. "You can’t be too careful." He handed her back her drivers licence and showed her his badge, Officer Wyngard, the photograph matching his face – facial hair and all. "Now please step out of the vehicle." Jennifer paused, considering starting the engine and driving away. "Now." The warmth from the English policeman was gone and she sensed his hand twitch towards his sidearm. Sighing, she opened the door and stepped out of the car. "Thank you Ma’am."
"What’s this about?"
"We’ve reports of some sort of terrorist attack using hallucinogens in Westchester. All vehicles leaving the area are to be stopped. But you didn’t hear that from me." He smiled again, the warmth returning. Jennifer sighed again.
"Oh for God’s sake, I make this journey every night."
"I’m sorry Ma’am. This shouldn’t take long. Keys." Jennifer gave him the car keys and he opened the trunk giving the vehicle a cursory search. "Thank you Mrs Soulsby. Now I just have to pat you down and then you can be on your way."
"What? Pat… No. Absolutely not. No way."
"Ma’am, I…,"
"No. I know my rights, you have no cause to search me. Give me my keys, I’m leaving." Jenny had a momentary urge to punch his smug face and realised she’d actually clenched her hand into a fist in response. The patrol man noticed and again the warmth fled from his demeanour.
"Mrs Soulsby. Homeland Security abrogates some of your rights when terrorist attacks are suspected. Now if you don’t allow me to quickly search you I will arrest you, take you to the precinct and you can be searched there. And since I want to get home as much as you do and all that will take me well into overtime I’ll be recommending a strip search."
"Fuck." Jennifer considered her options and drew a blank. "Fine. Fine. I might as well move to North Korea but alright, get your free feel!"
"There’s no need for that attitude. Shoes." He held out his hand and Jenny sighed and removed her leather pumps, passing them to him. He shook them, squeezed the toe and heel and put them on the grass. "Thank you. Now, hands on the hood of your car."
"What?!"
"Just do as you are instructed Ma’am. Regulations insist that I not make myself vulnerable, especially when without immediate back up."
"Regulations! You just want to stare at my ass. Shouldn’t it be a female officer searching me?" Defiance returning Jennifer stared pugnaciously at the uniformed man.
"Ideally, yes, of course. And if you want to come down to the precinct where a female officer is available you can. But since my esteemed colleague Lucy is a lesbian you might regret it. I’m getting impatient Mrs Soulsby. Do as you’re told or I will be arresting you." A dangerous glint came into his eyes and Jennifer grimaced.
"Alright. Alright, you win. Get it over with." Reluctantly she stood in front of her car, leaning towards the hood and placing her hands on the warm surface. A few seconds passed in silence in which she assumed that Officer Wyngard was, indeed, staring at her ass in the tight business skirt that clung to it. She saw her reflection in the windshield and regretted her choice of a simple, low–cut, white blouse. Regretted everything about this evening in fact; here she was, bare foot and bent over her car allowing a police officer to humiliate her just on the strength of his badge. "Come on then. I haven’t got all night."
Officer Wyngard patted her arms from wrist to shoulder then flicked up the bob of her hair.
"You’d be amazed at what can be hidden in someone’s hair Mrs Soulsby." His firm hands slid up her back from waist to neck then moved down the sides of her body before circling her and rising up her stomach to cup her tits.
"God damn it!" Jennifer spun around and tried to slap her captor but he caught her wrist and held it in a fierce grip. "Get your hands off me you pervert!" Using his hold on her arm he spun her back around and forced her back down across the bonnet of the car; taking a fistful of her hair and painfully banging her head against the metal.
"Now that’s not very nice Ma’am." His face closed on hers so that she could feel his breath on her cheek. "I am going to complete this search, and you are going to let me. Then we’re both going to drive away. Understand?" Cowed into silence she nodded, as far as she could with his grip on her hair, and he pulled her back into the position she had been in before her outburst. His hands sought out her breasts again and they squeezed and kneaded in a decidedly unprofessional fashion.
"I am going to fucking sue you you bastard!"
"Be sure that you do," he laughed, releasing her tits at last and patting her flanks again, this time continuing past her hips along her legs and down to the ankles. "Make sure you spell my name right." Jennifer ground her teeth together, knowing what was coming next, as he put his hand against her inner calf and slowly stroked along her left leg, past the knee and up the inner thigh. His hand disappeared beneath her skirt and she instinctively pulled her legs together catching his hand between her thighs. "Tttttttt." He clicked his tongue against his teeth and forced his booted foot between her ankles, kicking her feet apart. Jennifer shot a look of hatred over her shoulder which he blithely ignored, beginning his ‘search’ of her leg again at the ankle. His fingers slid slowly across her skin and the edge of his hand eventually rested against her pussy, then it stroked down her right thigh, past her knee to the ankle.
"Finished?" She had an urge to kick back at his face where he crouched behind her, but fought the almost uncontrollable anger, her rational mind realising that there was no way she could overpower him.
"Nearly. I’d better make sure I didn’t miss anything." His roving hand again began to stroke her inner leg, starting with the right this time and when it reached the hem of her skirt he gripped this with his other hand and pulled it up to her waist so that he could watch his fingers progress to her crotch. This time he pressed his hand against her cunt, pushing the fabric of her panties against her slit and rubbing his fingers against her, while his thumb sought out her asshole and pressed against it. "You know Mrs Soulsby, you can hide quite a lot in your own body."
"You fucker! I’ll…." Jennifer cut off her tirade, terror replacing fury.
"Lucky for you Emma has drained me quite dry already tonight." With a savage motion he tore the undergarment from her and let it float away on the night breeze. "But I’m still a bit fired up." His fingers forced their way between her lips and painfully stabbed in and out of her dry pussy while the thumb of his other hand twisted in her anus. Again she tried to stand, this time hoping to break free of him and escape, but he slammed his body against hers, his weight pressing her down against the car for a second time. Suspending his sexual assault on her for a moment he cuffed her hands behind her back and then returned to his attack, spreading her lips and inserting a third finger between them.
"AAaaagggggh! Help!!! Somebody HELPPP!!" Behind her car she could see a large white RV and there was no sign of the patrol car that had originally stopped her. Her grip on reality slipping she twisted her head to look at her assailant who was no longer dressed as a cop. Her cries for assistance were cut off. "How…? Who…?"
"Oh shut up you yankee slut," said Mastermind. "Unlike Magneto I don’t mind the occasional bit of miscegenation with homo sapiens inferior. Now just lie there and think of England for a bit and be glad that the White Queen is such a hoor." Closing his hand up he forced four fingers into her pussy, turning them from side to side. "Let me tell you m’dear that this is not an illusion." He pulled his intruding digits out and folded his thumb into his palm. "You really are about to be fist fucked."
Jennifer twisted and thrashed to escape him, yelling at the top of her voice though she had given up hope of a rescue. Mastermind ignored her kicking legs, holding her in position with his body’s weight and his hand pushed into her again, her lips spreading what seemed impossibly wide to allow the whole thing inside. Past the second knuckles, encompassing the widest point of the base knuckles then closing around his hand as it narrowed to the wrist.
"Huuuuh! Uuuuuuuuuh! Aaaaaaah!" groaned Jennifer in pain and relief that the obscene penetration was complete. "Wh….why?" Mastermind twisted his hand left and right drawing forth new moans from her.
"Because I can m’dear, because I can. One day, not long from now, we’ll win the war and you and others like you will beg to be used for anything we want because the alternative will be extinction, like the Neanderthal." He clenched his hand into a fist inside her, then spread his fingers apart. "I’m Mastermind. When the time comes if you’re lucky I might remember you fondly, and keep you as a pet. Of course, I might not as well." Inside her cunt he formed a fist again and violently yanked it from her.
"AAAiiiiiiiii!"
"Oh shush! Stop whining. We’re finished." The mutant pressed the auto-lock on her key fob and the car flashed its warning lights at them. Mastermind rolled her over on the car and tore open her blouse, then her bra, pulling them from her shoulders letting her tits spill out; the ruined garments fell down her arms hanging just above the cuffs. He pawed at her breasts again, pinching the nipples and slapping them so they wobbled backwards and forwards. "Nice to see these are real. Fake tits look alright under clothes, but when you’re naked they just look like they’ve been stuck on with super-glue." Almost as an afterthought he ripped her skirt from her and left her more or less naked lying on the hood of her car. He bowed gracefully to the helpless woman. "Now, just because I didn’t rape you doesn’t mean you’re necessarily off the hook. It probably depends on just who is the next person to drive by, and what their first impulse is when they see a naked woman in need of assistance. Good luck." Mastermind collected her various garments, ensured her car was locked, returned to his vehicle which assumed the appearance of a station wagon complete with middle class family and drove away whistling Rule Britannia.
Magick
Ilyana Rasputin stirred, her head was aching and her ass felt like it was doused in hot fat.
"Wake up! Wake up Ilyana!" She fought for consciousness, seizing on the familiar voice of Katherine Pride as an anchor.
"Kitty? Kitty, what happened?" The blond Russian looked around at her devastated bedroom, blinking, registering that she was naked. "Oh God. What…how…?" Kitty was standing above her and she too was without clothing; Ilyana glanced away, although as at any school they’d showered together after PT.
"Don’t you remember? You got beaten and fucked by Mystique disguised as Peter, then the real Peter showed up and raped the shit out of Mystique."
"Oh Christ! Oh God, it was horrible…" Ilyana tried to sit up, wincing as she rested for a moment on the right cheek of her backside, and twisting so she could put all her weight on the left side.
"Horrible? You enjoyed every moment of it you slut! How do you think it was for ME?"
"Oh God, it’s you!" Ilyana backed away but still woozy she was unable to avoid ‘Kitty’ who grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her to her feet, pushing her against the wall with a cruel hand on her tit. Mystique resumed her own form and she held her face an inch from Magick’s, her yellow eyes boring into the girl, almost reminiscent of Belasco’s.
"Yes. It’s me. I should be miles away by now, but I just can’t leave unfinished business." She dragged the young Russian across the room to the bed, which by some chance was still in one piece, and sat down, throwing Ilyana across her knee. Mystique stroked the two buttocks, one scarlet the other ivory.
SLAP! Pink finger marks spread across the pale globe for a moment before fading.
"I’m going to finish what I started," SLAP! "and once your ass is a nice, even colour," SLAP! "you’re going to stick something up my cunt." SMACK! "But it’s not going to be your soul sword." SMACK! "And if you’re very good," SLAP! "I’ll choose a nice form to fuck you with till you scream." SMACK! SLAP! "On the other hand," SLAP! SMACK! "if I’m disappointed," SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I’ll choose a form that’s not so nice," SLAP! SMACK! SMACK! SLAPP! "and I’ll fuck you till you really scream." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The sound of Ilyana’s punishment echoed around the room and into the hall, as did the complete lack of sound from the girl who clenched her jaw and let herself slide into a transcendent state where she could experience the intense sensation of the beating as a divine torment.
Rogue
Rogue woke suddenly, completely awake but with holes in her memory. Most significant of which was why she was locked in a cell. She strode to the bars intending to rip them out when she looked down her body.
"Hey! Those all ain’t my tits!" That led to the realisation she was naked at about the same time that she registered a severe discomfort from her pussy and ass and that she didn’t have enough strength to bend some ordinary steel bars.
"How can you tell that?" laughed a voice that sounded strangely familiar.
"Who,,,?" Rogue looked up and standing on the other side of the bars was…Rogue, clad again in her insulated costume.
"We’re drawn by men, and so without our clothes we all look exactly the same below the neck."
"How…?"
"Still, I shouldn’t complain, the same conventions mean that none of you remembered that the Hellfire Club have mind swapping technology despite it previously being used against you to take control of the mansion and almost defeat the X-Men.* And you can shut up as well," she said, looking straight through the fourth wall at the author, "don’t think I haven’t noticed your snide little comments. And my blond hair is not fucking dyed! I should sue you for basing your persona on me, you didn’t even change my fucking name!"
"What…?" said Rogue, bewildered.
"Oh, stop with the monosyllabic questions. Here, have your memories of the last few hours back." Their minds touched briefly and Rogue stepped back, recalling the sick, dizzy feeling when she’d drained the White Queen’s powers and waking up in the wrong body to be brutally violated by her team mates.
"Oh. Mmmmmmmmmmm…, did they fuck me six ways to Sunday or what?"
"Yes. It was quite an entertaining show I must say. I would have liked to have given you a severe beating as well, but I want my body back and even as it is I don’t think I’ll be able to walk straight for a while." She unlocked the cell’s thumb print lock. "Come on girl, we’re going for a little fly, then just as you get my powers back I’m going to swap bodies again."
Rogue shrugged. Without either body’s set of powers she was entirely at the White Queen’s mercy and to be honest it sounded like a pretty fair deal.
"One request."
"What?" said Emma suspiciously.
"Please, don’t wipe any of my memories. I haven’t had this good a time since…well, since ever I don’t think."
"Slut!" Throwing the blond woman over her shoulder the White Queen used her stolen powers to speed from the building. "I should keep your body long enough to punish Jason. Very well, if I get no trouble from you, you can keep your memory."
(*Uncan…sorry Emma xx Lou)
Storm
Storm looked at herself in the mirror and admired the way the leather trousers hugged her skin like they had been sprayed on, the way the tank top and sleeveless leather jacket drew attention to her enormous tits. A studded dog collar circled her long neck and she was well rid of the old silky black cloak and leotard which she had burnt that morning; one last thing to go and the transformation from Ororo Munro to Storm would be complete. She held a buzzing electric device in her hand and hesitantly moved it towards her head. She had never cut her hair before, the long silver tresses were so much part of her that this final step was a great wrench. The humming of the shears was hypnotic and she slowly overcame her resistance and began to clip her hair down to her scalp. The silver locks fell down around her glinting against the black of her new costume. Initially she had intended to completely do away with her hair but when it came to it that was too great a sacrifice. Instead she sheared away both sides leaving one strip of silver which a bit of gel lifted into a Mohawk, a shining crest above her beautiful face.
"Yesssssss…," she sighed. "Yes. The new me." She looked to the table where her strap-on lay and considered adding it as a permanent addition to her ‘look’ and reluctantly decided against it. "Too much for a PG-13 comic. Though I don’t think Kitty will like it anyway. Still, if she knows what’s good for her she won’t complain too much." Storm smiled wickedly and reached for the other object next to the strap-on. She picked it up, flicked a switch and it began to buzz cheerfully.