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.
The series includes a large number of violent, non-consensual sexual acts. In the real world such acts are despicable crimes, even when carried out against super villains. This is a work of fiction and should be treated as such.
White Queen
Although one of the screens in front of her showed Katherine Pryde writhing, speared by a trio of cocks, her attention was focussed on the one displaying the rest of the X-men. Cyclops, Wolverine, Rogue and Colossus conferred for a moment then the only female rose into the air, flying in a fast circle over the mansion before arrowing towards the vehicle from which Mastermind, Impulse and the White Queen had engineered the evening’s entertainment. Emma pressed a switch and two beams of energy speared from weapon mounts on the RV striking the flying mutant; her naked body went limp and literally fell out of the sky.
"Get the engine started!" screamed the blond woman. "She’ll be up again in a few seconds, and the others aren’t going to be far behind. The blasters haven’t got battery power for another shot!"
"You idiot slag! Rogue can break the sound barrier. How the bloody hell do you think we’re going to outrun her? We’re fucked." Mastermind paused. "Or at least, you are." He crossed the control room in two strides, grabbed a fistful of Emma’s long hair and half dragged, half pushed her towards the door which slid open ahead of him. "Tell you what you colonial whore, why don’t you go explain everything to them?" With a shove he forced her out of the white armoured vehicle and she landed on her knees, crying out in pain from the yank on her hair as he let go a moment too late. The door slid shut behind her and she beat on it with her gloved hand.
"You bastard Jason!"
"Lock," said Mastermind as he quickly slid into the cab and brought the engine to life.
<You bastard Jason,> said Emma’s voice in his mind. <I have four of the X-men bearing down on me and they’re not in the mood to take prisoners. What am I going to do?>
"Think of something," thought Mastermind back at her. "You said yourself, the project was too important to risk. It’s a success. If you get away, I’ll meet you in New Orleans. If not…well, enjoy being a fuck-toy." He winced as Emma’s anger seared into his mind, but he had survived the full fury of the Phoenix* and it didn’t prevent him easing the car into gear and accelerating away.
The White Queen stared after him for a moment, then the retreating vehicle vanished as its driver cloaked it with his mutant ability. She could sense the minds of the four X-men approaching and tried to tune out the clutter of all the other thoughts in the area, harder because the Impulse field raised the intensity of every emotion in range.
"Fuck!" she swore. "One chance, and timing is everything."
(* Uncanny X-Men Issue 133 – Lou, archive queen)
Havoc
Alex Summers and Kurt Wagner ran through the empty halls of the mansion oblivious to the sounds of activity from elsewhere. They were intent on one thing only, their pursuit of their leader, Storm. She and her protégé Shadowcat had escaped them earlier and the Impulse field ensured that they would only respond to their most basic urges. Thus Cyclops’ plea for help was ignored. Havoc had to sprint to keep up with the German mutant who dropped to all fours and ran swiftly along the walls and ceiling.
"W…wait. Kurt, how do you know they’re this way?"
"Where else would they go mein Freund? Trust me."
"I’m sick of these stairs, couldn’t you have just ‘ported us then?" They had climbed from the danger room in the under-basement up to the roof space where Ororo’s quarters and garden were. Nightcrawler hissed dangerously in reply.
"That little slut hit me with a sonic attack, we’d be lucky not to materialise inside the wall the way my head still ringing is. Never fear my friend, we’re here. Now, do you prefer die weisse or die schwarze?" Nightcrawler slammed his shoulder into the door to Storm’s rooms which gave way under his attack and he tumbled agilely through. Havoc saw a near naked and dishevelled Kitty Pryde stumble forwards toward Nightcrawler and beyond her he saw Storm.
She glowed with energy, electricity crackling around her, her hair tied into a pony-tail and cracking like a flag in a hurricane. Standing in the air a few inches from the floor her naked body seemed in no way vulnerable; instead her ebony skin, glistening with sweat, radiated power. The huge, artificial prick protruding from her groin in no way challenged her femininity; she was the very avatar of a goddess of wrath. With a slight gesture she directed the force of the storm and a blast of air struck Nightcrawler, slamming him against the wall rendering him insensible.
Havoc stood, just inside the doorway, terrified of the power Storm displayed but aroused beyond his comprehension. Like Freya, the Norse goddess of sex and war, Ororo was the personification of lust and Alex could no more run from her than stop his own heart from beating.
"Show me what you do you little slut!" Storm yelled at Kitty. "Show me!" From her knees the youngest member of the X-Men looked up at Havoc, her brown eyes meeting his blue ones for a moment before she looked down and edged towards his cock. Wrapping her hand around it she bent her head and gently enclosed it between her lips, circling its tip with her tongue while drumming her fingers against its shaft.
"Oh fuck!" breathed Havoc, Kitty’s hands felt cool against his hot skin while the inside of her mouth was warm. Her other hand cradled his balls, softly squeezing them while she stroked up and down his column and nibbled and sucked at the head of his prick. "Jesus!" He watched Storm warily as she strode forwards, her long legs covering the distance between them in just a few paces, her tits swaying gently and the artificial cock bobbing in time with her steps. Standing just behind Kitty she watched her experienced attentions to Havoc’s cock.
"You whore!" she snapped. "Vile little slut!" Storm placed a hand on the back of Shadowcat’s head, stroking her dark, curly hair, then suddenly pushing her down hard on Alex’s prick. The girl choked as the shaft between her lips was forced past her gag reflex and into her throat and Havoc sighed at the hot tightness surrounding his cock. Her lips were around the base of his prick, his whole length swallowed by the enforced deep throat, and she raised her tear-filled eyes upwards, desperately trying to breathe. Storm pulled her head back by the hair and Kitty left strings of saliva along Havoc’s tool, trying to suck in air while spitting out the slimy liquid. She had barely time to breath before Storm drove her head back down again, forcing Havoc’s cock back into her throat and holding her there, speared on his weapon and unable to breathe. The girl began to twist and flail her arms around, trying to pull back but unable to do much more than make piteous choking sounds.
"Ororo…," said Havoc, worried for the young mutant despite the delightful sensation of her tight throat squeezing his cock.
"Don’t speak to me!" screamed Storm, her hand flying across his face and snapping his head sideways with the impact. "You raped me!" She slapped him again in the other direction. "You buggered me!" Letting go of Kitty who fell sideways choking and gasping for breath she grabbed hold of Havoc’s hair and tilted his head back, bringing her face right up to his and encircling his throat with her long, pickpocket’s fingers. The beautiful, aquiline face was terrifying in its rage. "I lead this team Havoc and if you ever cross me again, what you did to me will be as a child’s punishment!" The team’s leader kept hold of his hair but let go of his neck so he could breath and once again pulled up Shadowcat. Havoc’s eyes flicked between the two women; one enraged and powerful, the other submissive and broken, and watched as Storm presented her plastic cock to Kitty. She sucked on it, treating it as she had treated his own cock of flesh and blood, before pushing herself onto it, taking as much of it as she could into her throat. With her own will she held it in her for a time, then released it gasping, letting tendrils of saliva coat it. "Good girl," said Storm, smiling fiercely. "Whose are you?"
"Yours Mistress."
"Then get back to work." Kitty turned back to Havoc’s prick and resumed her sucking, using her tongue and fingertips to stimulate him and he sighed in pleasure, his fear at Storm’s anger acting as an aphrodisiac. He took hold of Shadowcat’s head and pulled her down his shaft, more gently than Storm had done but firmly and without pause. Again she deep throated him but Havoc was not as cruel as their leader and after only a second or two he let her pull back and return to demonstrating her expertise as a fellatrix. Storm stepped behind him and put her hands on his shoulders, leaning forwards, her cheek pressed against his, looking down at Shadowcat,. He felt the hard plastic of her artificial prick resting against his ass, then she moved and its shaft lay between his buttocks. She rocked her hips and the plastic column rubbed up and down in the crack between his cheeks.
"No! No way!" Havoc pushed forwards, trying to shove Kitty out of his way, but Storm’s hands slipped down his body to his waist and he felt his skin tingling.
"Don’t move Havoc. I’ll electrocute you where you stand." Electricity danced across his body making his hair stand on end and the head of the strap-on phallus pressed against his anus.
"Please, Ororo," he begged, knowing it was futile. He and Nightcrawler had sown the wind and he was literally reaping the whirlwind. While Kitty continued to fellate him Ororo spread his cheeks apart with her strong fingers.
"Did I beg you? I think I did."
"NNnnnnnnnggg!" She stabbed the tip of her artificial cock at his asshole but clenched tight as it was she was not able to force entrance.
"Did you help? I think not."
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" She rammed her hips forwards again, and again the sudden assault was not enough to overcome his resistance.
"Did you instead sodomise me? I think you did."
"Uuuuuuuuh…uuuuuuuh…..nnnnnnnnngggoodddd!" Abandoning her attempt to simply batter her way through she spread his sphincter with her fingers and pressed her cock steadily and firmly against the gap she created so that the head of the thick plastic tool was able to enter him.
"Am I going to fuck you in the ass? I very much think I am." Havoc felt his ring piece stretched, lubricated by Kitty’s saliva which also coated his own cock, and he sucked in air, sighing at the overwhelming sensation. Storm’s hands moved to his hips and she took a firm grip before driving her pelvis upwards, spearing her team mate on her prick. Havoc rose to tip toe to try to avoid the relentless pressure as the shaft of plastic penetrated him, setting him on fire from the inside out, but Storm’s grip on his waist tightened cruelly, holding him in position and forcing him back down onto her weapon.
"Oh God! Ohhhhhhhhh….." He sighed as the shaft pressed against his prostate gland and although his body continued to resist, trying to expel the intruder, his mind was carried away. Storm’s synthetic penis buried half way into him she reached around him and stroked the base of his cock, her fingers meeting Kitty’s and gently caressing her lips where they circled Havoc’s shaft. "Uh…uhhhhhhhhhh…don’t…" Though whether he really meant ‘don’t stop’ he could not have said.
Gently, but brooking no dissent, Storm took hold of Kitty’s cheeks and pulled her onto Havoc’s cock again. His prick was forced down her throat, and then, when it could go no further, with Shadowcat’s lips pressed against the base of his tool, Ororo’s continued pressure pulled his ass further down her cock.
"Oh Jesus! AAAAAAAGHHHHHH!" The feelings became overwhelming, he lost all sense of himself, instead he could feel only the incredible tightness of Kitty Pryde’s throat surrounding his prick and the unbearable presence of Ororo Munro’s dildo buried in his ass to the very hilt. He began to cum, spurting his seed past young mutant’s oesophagus. Sensing his orgasm Storm released the girl and the force of his ejaculation pushed her backwards so that his final jets spread his jizz across her face. Groaning he fell forwards as Kitty rolled aside choking and coughing, almost pulling free of Storm when he dropped to his hands and knees. Instead she followed him down, standing astride him with her legs akimbo and the shaft of her strap-on emerging from his ass.
Storm held him there with the palms of her hands pressed between his shoulder blades forcing him down so that his face rested against the wooden floorboards and his ass was raised, almost as an offering to her, an offering she accepted. Moving her feet further apart she plunged her cock downwards, bending at the knees and burying the plastic phallus hilt-deep in Havoc’s ass.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuh," he groaned as she nailed him. "Noooooooo."
"Yesssssss," she sighed, pistoning up and down, "most definitely yes. Now be silent and take it like a man." Silent was one thing he could not be; as the thick plastic cylinder rammed in and out of his back passage he howled at the discomfort while Storm chanted rhythmically in some African language in time with her thrusts. Her words faded away and were replaced with gasps and sighs and she slowed her assault, recovering herself, still driving deep into him but at a pace which meant he felt every millimetre of the shaft as it impaled him. At its deepest penetration he could feel her pelvis against the cheeks of his ass and she rocked forwards and back rubbing her clit against the base of the dildo. "Kitty!"
"Yes Mistress?" She was staring at her team mates, her hand buried between her legs as she watched Havoc’s violation.
"You deserve a reward. Alex! Show my little kitten’s pussy what you can do." Shadowcat slid across the floor so that she knelt directly in front of Havoc, her thighs spread apart, presenting her cunt to him. He was overwhelmed by the musky smell of her and willingly dipped his face to her snatch, parting the lips of her vagina with his tongue, tasting her salty wetness and probing gently within.
Ever so slowly Storm withdrew the cock from his ass and he revelled in the delicious sensation as his body closed up the space it vacated, then winced as at the same deliberate speed she pressed back into him. He stifled his protests by locking his mouth over Kitty’s quim and seeking out her clit with his tongue; she moaned in pleasure and lay backwards, one hand holding the back of Havoc’s head, pushing him ever deeper into her pussy, the other playing with her nipples.
Mystique
"Oh, what the hell," said Mystique to herself and turned back towards Xavier’s mansion. A part of her knew that she was responding to an unwise Impulse but, more like her son than she might have realised, she didn’t care.
Nightcrawler
Kurt Wagner recovered his senses and struggled to sit up. His fur stood on end, charged with electricity, and although the wind had died down he could still sense Storm’s power and anger. In front of him he could see his team mates involved in a ménage a trois which recalled his and Havoc’s treatment of Ororo earlier that evening. Closest to him knelt Kitty, sighing and muttering obscenities to herself, Havoc’s head buried between her thighs. Havoc was also on his knees, but leaning forwards almost as if worshipping at Shadowcat’s pussy, his ass higher than his head, and emerging from between his butt-cheeks was a thick, black dildo attached to which was Storm. The weather-witch stood astride Havoc plunging her artificial cock up and down, buggering him enthusiastically, her white hair tied into a single rope flying like a horse-tail banner and her tits bouncing violently. She was clearly close to orgasm, her breathing in ragged gasps and producing only unintelligible cries. Nightcrawler gazed in awe at the African mutant and he, despite his faith, realised why she had been worshipped as a goddess; her control over the elements had nothing to do with it, she was filled with the spark of the divine. Although a part of him knew that he had a chance to flee and would be wise to take it the rest of him was bound by Storm’s power and instead he simply knelt before her, his three fingered hand circling his prick and wanking himself in obeisance to her.
Nightcrawler felt her eyes upon him, staring at him, and she nodded once, accepting his worship as her climax tore through her. Storm’s first two orgasms of the evening had been forced from her, the men had broken open the vault in which her latent sexuality had been imprisoned. Her third had been seduced from her, Kitty’s love and tenderness taming the beast and leashing it again. With the fourth the primal spirit had flexed its muscles, taken what it wanted from the girl who had tried to contain it. Now orgasm number five unleashed it; a force of nature it overwhelmed the woman called Ororo, she was now truly Storm. Lightning struck the mansion and the roof broke open above her, gale force winds pulling her into the air, arcs of electricity jumping about her. Rain hammered down around them, lashing the mutants’ bodies with the force of the hurricane. Havoc, Nightcrawler and Shadowcat gazed in awe at their goddess as spasm after spasm ripped through her, then she landed gently on her feet beside Alex, her flawless body towering over him. Silently she grabbed him by his hair, pulled him away from Kitty until he fell onto his back and lay looking up at Storm. His cock stood up, saluting the African goddess and she met Kitty’s adoring gaze, pointing a slender finger at Havoc’s prick. The girl shuffled forwards on her knees, climbed astride the prone mutant and impaled herself on the fleshy column, never taking her eyes from the queen of the heavens. She sighed as Havoc entered her and he groaned, thrusting his hips upwards, burying his straining cock to the hilt in her damp slit.
Nightcrawler continued to stroke his cock which twitched with desire as he watched Kitty ride his friend. He rose to his feet intending to join them, to fuck the girl who had previously escaped him, when he stopped, pinioned by Storm’s hostile gaze. The Impulse field reinforced both his lust for the teenager and his fear of the weather witch, caught between two primal emotions he was powerless until Ororo nodded.
"Take her," she said in a voice like thunder, "but at MY command!" Kurt leapt forwards, gratitude to his goddess overwhelming him, and encircled Kitty’s waist in his large, three fingered hands. He stroked her flanks, cupping her breasts and leaning forwards to nuzzle her neck, his long tongue licking at the hollow in her throat. Nightcrawler pushed her forwards so that her tits pressed against Havoc’s chest and her lips met his. Kurt sucked on one of his thick fingers and probed at her asshole, just a short distance from where Alex Summer’s cock thrust in and out of her pussy. The orifice opened at his pressure, expanding to accommodate the digit and he pushed it in to the second knuckle. Kitty’s body stiffened at the intrusion and she moaned deep in her throat as Kurt’s finger, near enough the size of a cock, penetrated her to the quick. Slowly he withdrew it and she sighed, the little opening closing behind it for a moment before Kurt’s furry penis moved to occupy the space it had left.
Unlike her team mates Katherine Pryde was no stranger to anal sex and she groaned in pleasure as Nightcrawler’s thick cock filled her, driving smoothly into her back passage.
"Ja!" sighed Kurt. "Ja, mein schone Madchen, Ja!" Her tight asshole surrounded him, squeezing him, almost seeming to suck him in and he buried himself in her, pulling back on her hips. He held her there for a moment, luxuriating in the hot tightness of her anus then he slowly drew out of her, friction pulling her haunches back, sinking her onto Havoc’s cock as her torso rose up again.
Storm loomed over them all, standing astride Havoc her feet on either side of his head and watched the double penetration of her protégé impassively; a goddess deigning to observe the actions of mortals. She stroked Kitty’s hair, soaking wet from the storm and hanging in clinging strands around her face, and tilted her face upwards smiling benevolently. The head of the dildo hovered just before it and once again the younger mutant sucked it onto her, caressing it with her tongue, smearing it in saliva. Without force Storm leaned forwards and Kitty let it probe the back of her throat, tilting her head to allow it as deep entrance as possible, her sympathetic nervous system stimulating the salivary glands to produce a thick, slimy coating for the plastic cock.
Night crawler watched this, understanding what was in store for him and accepting it. Rather than flee he let the anxiety stimulate him, driving into Shadowcat faster, feeling Havoc’s cock just a thin barrier of flesh away from his own. He squeezed her breasts gently, rolling her nipples between his fingers, and kissed the back of her neck, licking the rain water from it. Kurt closed his eyes and sensed, rather than heard or saw, Storm walk around behind him; he felt her fingertips on his shoulders, stroking his neck and gently teasing his pointed ears and he shivered, groaning at the pleasure of her gentle touch on his earlobes. She slid her hands against his soaking fur, pushing past the water repellent guard hair to the warm down beneath and stroked her palms through its silky softness, pressing them firmly against his shoulder blades. Kurt continued his thrusts into Kitty but his attention was on the movements of Ororo’s hands as they stroked his flanks and slowly slipped down to his hips. She knelt behind him and he jerked forwards as if stung when the tip of the strap-on touched his anus, then sank back towards her. He leant forwards, pushing Kitty down in front of him so that she lay again along Havoc, sandwiched between the two men, deeply penetrated by both of them, crying out and sighing at the sensations. Nightcrawler’s hands pressed against the floor on either side of the man and woman beneath him and he arched his back to present his ass to their goddess without coming free of Kitty’s; he kissed the girl’s shoulder and when Storm accepted his offering, sliding her lubricated imitation prick between his cheeks and into his ass he stifled his pain by biting the smooth skin, his feral canines drawing blood so that it was Kitty who cried out.
Nightcrawler could barely contain the sensation of the thick column penetrating him, the icy cold rain on his fur could not quench the heat he felt, the impossible progress of the rod up his ass forcing all resistance aside dominated his perceptions. Neither agony nor ecstasy but the loom which contained the threads of both the overwhelming stimulation surpassed anything he had ever felt before. When he felt the smooth skin of Storm’s pelvis pressing against his furry haunches he felt both triumph that he had taken all of it, anguish at the sheer physical presence of it and despair that there was no more for him to accept.
Storm’s slender fingers ran up his body and encircled his throat, pressing gently on his airway for a moment, then she tangled them in his curly hair pulling his head back with one hand pressing against his jugular with the fingertips of the other. Nightcrawler became acutely conscious of his own pulse, beating fiercely like a John Bonham solo. Holding him there Storm fucked him, slamming her hips backwards and forwards; each stroke driving into him forcing his own cock deep into Shadowcat, each withdrawal leaving his ass gaping and pulling the girl back onto Havoc. Through it all Ororo said nothing, made no sound, though the other three mutants were crying out in passion; Kitty giving vent to obscenities like a porn star, Havoc simply moaning in rapture and Nightcrawler praying aloud – though whether to his Christian God or Ororo herself was unclear.
The storm lashed their naked forms; Ororo’s black skin shining slick with the rain, Kurt’s indigo fur glistening and Alex and Kitty’s bodies white with cold. When lightning struck it fused them together and stretched their simultaneous orgasm; the power of the electricity strike starting at the top of Storm’s head, running from her into Nightcrawler through the cock thrust deep into his ass and from him to Kitty via his teeth where they bit into her neck like a vampire and finally from her to Havoc by the passionate kiss they shared. The concurrent clap of thunder was unheard; so overwhelming was the quadruple climax that none of them remained conscious and their limp bodies were flung about the attic, the storm dying swiftly away without Ororo’s passion to empower it.
The X-Men
Wolverine was the first to reach Rogue where she lay after the advanced weaponry had blasted her from the sky. She rose to her feet groggily, her nakedness exaggerating the apparent frailty of her slim frame, slapping his hand away when he proffered it to help her.
"Don’t touch me!" she snapped.
Snikt! His claws popped out reflexively, and he took a step towards her aggressively. She squared up to him preparing to fight when Cyclops put a restraining hand on his shoulder.
"Logan…" he said. The smaller man swung around angrily, blood vessels showing in his eyes. Conversely the power in his frame was made obvious by his nudity, his half-erection enhancing the sense that he was a feral primitive.
<Ahahahahahahahaha!> The melodic laugh in their mind gave them all pause. <The Hellfire Club weapons division would like to thank you for your participation in the first combat test of the Impulse Field. I’m hesitant to break up your little fracas but to be honest I’ve seen quite enough of you all fucking each other tonight. I had no idea that Charles’ rules were so loose. Hahahahahahahaha!> The mocking laughter was like iron filings on their teeth and the four mutants looked around for its source.
"Frost!" said Cyclops. "Show yourself! What do you mean ‘test’?" With hand signals he instructed the others in a search pattern.
<Oh, I don’t think I’ll make things that easy for you. As for the test, you don’t really think you would have fucked Wolverine without at least a little outside influence do you? Or maybe you do. Hahahahahahaha!> Again, that psychic derision setting their teeth on edge, flaying them with its scorn. <I must say you’ve been entertaining. Colossus a rapist, Storm a whore, and you don’t want to know what your little brother has been up to Scott.>
Warily in case of more weapon fire Rogue took to the air.
"I see her Scott, baseball diamond, she’s not even trying to hide!"
"Then be careful! What have you done to Alex you bitch?"
<Me? I’ve done nothing. Hahahahahahaha.>
"Stop that laughing!"
<Getting angry my dear? Angry enough to kill? To rape? Not like you is it? Not the ice warrior, the planner, the calculator. It sounds like you’re acting on Impulse.> Closing on her position from opposite sides the four remaining X-Men moved cautiously towards where she stood on the pitcher’s mound. <Imagine what we can do with that kind of power. Riots at anti-capitalist demonstrations; that would reduce sympathy for the hippies and the reds. Embassy guards opening fire on unarmed protestors. Ann Coulter gang raped by horny conservatives at a book signing. Or say we park it near the White House, what do you think the world would say if the President raped a foreign ambassador? Or maybe just attack a major city with it; how long do you think law and order would last if every citizen was acting on their most basic impulses? Hahahahahahaha!> Cyclops signalled an attack option and the X-Men leapt forwards. <Oh child! I can read your mind despite your training. You can’t catch me unawares.> Mental bolts shot from the White Queen’s mind and struck each of the advancing mutants; Rogue hung in the air confused while Colossus fell to his knees stunned by the psychic assault. Wolverine continued to slowly advance, resistant to mental powers he forced his way forwards as if walking against a gale, Cyclops fought the force of the third most powerful telepath in America and tried to raise his visor enough to blast her.
"She…she can’t…hold us all indefinitely…" he gasped. "K…keep trying." Indeed, as Emma Frost turned more of her strength against Wolverine to stop his progress her grip on Colossus and Rogue weakened. The Russian regained his feet as Rogue, uncoordinated but determined, flew forwards. The blond mutant, the only one of the five fully dressed although her costume could easily have been bought at a sex shop, turned on the younger woman and the air between them shimmered. Frost used her telekinetic powers, not near so strong as her telepathy, to hold back the furious Rogue for a moment but the naked girl forced her way through and rested a gentle hand on the White Queen’s wrist. There was a sudden flash and Emma Frost fell limply to the floor, none of the X-Men noticing the sly smile cross her face just before she lost consciousness.
<Got her! She’s harmless now without her mutant powers. We’ve plenty of time to get her into safe keeping before she gets them back.> The telepathic restraints that had been holding the other X-Men were suddenly released and they stumbled forwards towards their downed adversary.
"Oh, I don’t think so!" snarled Wolverine. "This bitch owes me big time and she isn’t going anywhere safe until I collect!"
"But tovarisch, surely we’ve won…"
<Pyotr, don’t you remember what the slut did to your sister?> With her stolen telepathic abilities Rogue caused the Russian to recall memories of Ilyana’s violation and he roared in anger, leaping forwards and pulling up the limp woman by her long blond hair.
"Too bad she’s unconscious," said Cyclops, still smarting from the Hellfire Club mistress’s scorn.
<Oh, I can fix that, wait a moment.> A tendril of psychic power left Rogue and touched the White Queen’s forehead, the helpless woman groaned and her eyes flicked open.
"Wh…How….?"
"Pretty good with those powers honey," said Wolverine, "you been taking night classes with Jean?"
<Oh, I’ve had to drain telepaths before,* it’s like riding a bicycle. Now if you boys don’t mind, I’ll just sit here and watch.> Rogue sat down with the soles of her feet together and her knees spread and watched her team mates eagerly.
"B…but…no…Wolvie…Ow!" Wolverine cut off Frost’s protests with a sudden slap, his adamantium knuckles bruising her beautiful face.
Snikt. One claw popped out through his wrist, the wound healing instantly behind it, and he stroked it gently across the laces that held her bodice shut over her magnificent breasts; the leather cords parted and her tits sprang free.
"Mmmm, beautiful honey," he said, grabbing one with each hand and squeezing them cruelly. "They’d probably look great on my wall!" Playfully he tugged at them, slapped them, pinched their hardened nipples, then he turned to his team mates. "Petey, Cyke, hold her down."
"Tovarish, I have her, I go first." Colossus bridled, his anger at the author of his sister’s abuse inciting him to challenge Wolverine.
"Like hell!" Snikt snikt. Wolverine’s claws flexed and Cyclops put a hand on the Russian’s arm.
"He’s right Peter. She owes him." Scott’s cock hardened at the recollection of reaming Logan and Colossus reluctantly acquiesced. He and Cyclops pulled the White Queen to the ground, holding her shoulders against the turf as Wolverine ripped her panties from her helpless body leaving her in nothing but her thigh length boots.
"Will you look at that," he laughed derisively, "the White Queen isn’t white all over! Her blond comes out of a bottle!" Emma tried to break free, but held down by two strong men it was hopeless. She struggled and twisted in their grip, kicking out at Wolverine but her booted feet did nothing to the angry mutant. Her attempt to hold her legs together was entirely in vain as he took a knee in each hand and forcibly pulled them apart. Logan knelt over her, admiring her vulnerable form. "You so have this coming to you." Frost gave up the unequal struggle and lay there, glaring at him, her ice-blue eyes flashing. Wolverine rubbed his thick cock against her cunt, up and down, sensing with slight disappointment that she was slippery with her own juices, detecting the cum of another man. "Whore!" he yelled as he rammed his cock into her in one violent thrust.
"Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" The White Queen shrieked as he entered her, her back arched, her marvellous tits pointing skyward. Because the other X-Men were holding her down Wolverine did not need to use any effort to keep her from escaping, instead he could concentrate on the rape itself. He pulled out and slammed forwards again, driving in balls deep without any regard for her, using enough force almost to break her pelvis. His adamantium hips crashed against her and his cock, almost as hard as adamantium itself impaled her. Ploughing into her he forced her into the soft turf beneath them and she locked her legs around him. "Oh yeah! Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fucking fuck me! Harder! Ah! Ah! Oh GOD! AIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Wolverine hammered into her; his intent to hurt her, to take revenge for his humiliation and yet his every stroke seemed to excite her more. In the end he could hold off no longer and he pulled out, spraying his seed over her flat stomach and tits with a groan. Angry at her refusal to play the part of victim he slapped her face backwards and forwards and she responded by spitting phlegm into his eye. "Come on then," she gasped, "which one of you lady boys is next?"
Colossus and Cyclops looked at each other where they knelt, each holding down one of the blond woman’s arms, their cocks risen and straining, eager to violate their enemy. Scott raised a fist which was mirrored by the Russian and they simultaneously waved them in the air before unfolding them; Cyclops displayed an open palm to Colossus’ two fingers. "Scissors cuts paper my friend, by the White Wolf I’m ready for this!" He paused and looked over to Rogue. "As long as you don’t mind…" Rogue was busily frigging herself, her fingers deep in her pussy, and she met Peter’s eyes briefly.
"Take her, I don’t care….oh! uh!...," she said. "Oh God, yes, take her!"
Roughly, Colossus rolled the White Queen over and the woman used the opportunity to make a break for it, lunging away from her captors and scrambling for freedom. Scott reached out a hand to stop her, missing her arm but tangling in her long bob of blond hair. With a cry of pain she came to an abrupt halt, her head pulled back by the grip on her platinum locks and Cyclops shoved her roughly back to the turf.
"If you don’t want her Peter…."
"Oh, I want her my friend," Colossus bent over the struggling woman and lifted her haunches, bringing her to her knees while Cyclops kept her shoulders pressed against the ground , "and I shall have her!" He positioned his rampant cock at the entrance to her pussy and forced it forwards, sliding into her in a single, unstoppable motion. Inch after inch passed into her, spreading her lips around him, piercing her to the very depths. Before today Pyotr Rasputin had been inexperienced; brief teenage encounters on the collective farm his only previous action, exciting at the time but now long ago. Today he had violated the mutant shape-changer Mystique in a berserk fury and fucked Rogue amidst such a storm of emotions he could not say whether he had abused her, or she him. Now, with the White Queen helpless beneath him he focussed on the sublime sensation of her tight quim surrounding his prick, grasping him and squeezing him. "Lenin’s Ghost!" he hissed. Slowly he pulled back, drawing his cock from her, feeling her pussy relinquish its grip on him until the cool night air brushed across him. Stabbing forwards suddenly he pierced her again and Emma cried out at the sensation, a cry that was repeated as Colossus crouched over her, thrusting in and out with his cock the size of which made even his well-endowed team mates jealous. His rapid, almost frantic, assault slowed and he stroked in and out at an indolent speed, enjoying the sensation of her fuck-tunnel opening before him and reluctantly releasing him.
"Is that all you’ve got you pussy?" snapped Frost.
"I was wonder what else you might have." Colossus’ giant hands stroked her ass, spreading her cheeks and revealing the tight eye of her anus. Sucking on a finger he pressed it against her asshole and pushing it within to the first knuckle, twisting it back and forth.
"Unnnnggg," gulped the White Queen. "You wouldn’t dare!"
"I fail to see how sodomising a capitalist exploiter of the people should fill me with fear."
"You commie fucker! I’ll get you for this!"
"Maybe you will you whore, but it won’t be tonight. You and your husband have been fucking the people of the world up the ass for years, tonight the people of the world return the favour." Moving his finger out of the way Colossus pressed his cock against her asshole and drove his hips downwards, his prick spreading her wide enough to gain entrance and piercing her back passage.
"NNnngggg! AAAAAGHHHHHH!" Emma Frost yelled at the intrusion as Colossus’ first effort ran out of steam and stalled a few inches into her. He slowly withdrew and plunged back into her cunt, soaking his tool in her, before impaling her ass again. Lubricated by her juices he slid further into her and again she cried out at the indignity, rising to her elbows and tossing her blond mane defiantly. "Alright you Russian bastard! Give me everything you’ve got!"
Colossus again withdrew from her, again sank his prick into her pussy and again drove into her asshole. This time the blond woman dug her elbows into the turf and pushed back against his irresistible force, grinding her teeth together and groaning at the intrusion. Between them their strength overcame the resistance of the White Queen’s body and Peter’s hips came to rest against Emma’s ass and the whole massive length of his weapon was within her. "Ah…uh…ah." Panting at the exertion she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at the young man who had reamed her. "Is…is that it? I d…don’t know what Mystique was whining about!"
Rogue pulled her fingers from her pussy and clapped her hands together.
"Oh, you go girl! You go!" The two naked women’s eyes met for a moment as Rogue noticed the accusing stares of her team mates. "Oh, come on! She has Peter’s cock so far up her ass I’m surprised it isn’t coming out of her mouth and she can still give him grief? That’s style!" She paused for a moment. "But perhaps you should shut her up Cyclops." Scott nodded an eager assent and grabbed the shock of platinum blond hair and pulled Emma’s head upwards till it was level with his waist and unceremoniously forced his prick between her lips and into her throat. Whatever Frost had been about to say was lost in a choking sound as her mouth was filled with a column of American sausage meat. "Oh yes! That’s what I’m talking about!" Rogue’s fingers teased her nipples before returning to her pussy, one hand sliding in and out while the other teased and pinched her clit.
Colossus lifted the White Queen’s haunches so that she was suspended from his grip on her hips and Cyclops’ hold on her hair and slowly withdrew his cock from the depths it had sunk into. Emma’s sigh of relief was lost in the distortion caused by the intruder in her mouth, as was the groan at its return when he forced his way back into her, pushing until his hot, almost fevered, groin rested against her cool buttocks. He sighed at the sensation of her ass clenching around his penis while Cyclops moaned at the feel of her throat tightening around him. Moving backwards and forwards he slid in and out of her more easily, her own juices lubricating his passage, then withdrew entirely and thrust instead back into her quim, penetrating her to the quick. Two more short strokes and then he changed again driving his whole length back up her rectum. At the other end Cyclops simply held himself still, letting Emma’s involuntary movement at the Russian’s plundering of her snatch and ass in turn pull her up and down his shaft. In and out Colossus plunged, alternating between her orifices, enjoying the warm liquidity of her cunt and the hot tightness of her ass, unable to choose between them.
Nearby Rogue had fallen sideways, her eyes glazed, as she came watching the multiple violation of their enemy. Wolverine stared hungrily at the spit-roasting of the Hellfire Club’s royalty, stroking his thick cock back to attention. The White Queen writhed in delicious agony, entirely overcome by the devastating assault on her senses, turned inside out by the X-Men’s violation of her helpless body. Her orgasm was like an epileptic seizure, her body shaking uncontrollably and so heightened were her senses that she came again almost immediately when Colossus exploded cum into her bowels. His cock throbbed and pulsed, spraying his seed within her and he groaned as the White Queen’s reflex muscle action squeezed and milked every drop from him. Peter pulled his gradually deflating cock from her ass, having to push her buttocks away from him in order to withdraw as her anal sphincter had clamped down hard on his shaft. He let her knees fall to the ground and now able to gain some purchase the blond woman took the opportunity to try to shove Scott away from her. Taken by surprise his prick was forced out of her mouth and she was able to yell out his name before he took a firmer hold of her had and shoved it back in again.
Cyclops’ grip preventing her from withdrawing before him he thrust his prick into her mouth and past her gag reflex, half choking her, pressing her nose against his pubic hair which was sticky with the reminder of his lovemaking with the Phoenix.
"Oh God!" he gasped as the White Queen tried to swallow. Her throat tightened on his cock and a humming deep within her caused her oesophagus to vibrate around him. "Oh my God!" He pulled out and thrust in again, if anything forcing himself deeper down her throat and though she could barely breath she continued to use what control she had to stimulate him. Angrily, violently, he slammed in and out of her face, skull fucking her, using his grip on the back of her head to drive her still further onto him, bruising her lips and nose on his pelvis. This was the woman who had nearly killed him several times, whose machinations had led to the creation of the Dark Phoenix, who had allowed Mastermind to almost steal his beloved Jean from him. Jean had never told him how intimate she had become with Jason Wyngard and he had never dared ask for fear she might say, but the fury of a cuckolded lover and the Impulse field which still enveloped the area caused him to take out all his suspicions on the White Queen’s helpless body. His climax grew with his anger and he began to spray semen into her mouth, across her face, the slimy fluid coating her cheeks and neck. Cyclops stumbled backwards, overcome by the intensity of his orgasm, and allowed Emma Frost to fall sideways, gasping and choking, her limp body lying pale against the dark earth.
Woverine stepped forwards, his cock hard again from watching his team mates double team their enemy.
"Petey, Cyke," he said, ignoring the cum-stained blond lying between them, "let me show you a trick I picked up in the army."
"Hhhnnnnnnh! GGgggggaaaah!" growled Cyclops, lost in the aftermath of his climax. Logan clicked his fingers in front of the tall mutant’s face.
"Cyke! This slut hasn’t had enough yet! Not for what she’s done." Still breathing heavily Scott focussed on the Canadian.
"Uhhhh. You may be right. But I think I’m done." He shoved the White Queen with his foot and she rolled slightly away from him. "And so’s she. We’d better just lock her up before she recovers."
"No! We’re not done!" Scott’s de-tumescent prick gave the lie to that and Colossus’ was no better. "Rogue!" The brunette didn’t notice him, lying on her side stroking her pussy and playing with her breasts she was lost in another world. "Rogue!"
"Oh! Oh, yes, you mean me. What is it Logan?"
"This bitch needs another go around but Cyke and Pete can’t manage. Do you think you can use her telepathy to raise their spirits?" Rogue brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them in thought, tasting her own cum on her fingertips.
"Tricky, but I can try," she said, "if they don’t mind that is?" Cyclops shrugged and Colossus glanced down at Emma Frost who was trying to rise to a sitting position.
"Yes. After what happened to Ilyana I want to make this whore pay." Rogue raised a hand to her temple and concentrated on her team mates. The air shimmered as her stolen psychic powers probed the minds of Scott Summers and Pyotr Rasputin, seeking out ideas and memories to stiffen their resolve. Rogue quivered in excitement as she went leafing through the men’s subconscious thoughts. With the Impulse field still encouraging them it was not hard to find Colossus’ frustrated lust for Kitty and bring it to the surface, edged with anger at her continuing teasing of him. Scott’s icy control was trying to reassert itself and it was harder to overcome this but when Rogue conjured up images of Jean Grey bound and gagged and entirely at his mercy, a pliable sex-toy rather than an assertive woman with the power of a demi-god, his cock sprang eagerly to attention.
"Thank you love," said Wolverine, pulling the White Queen up by her hair so that she unsteadily gained her feet. Rogue returned to her furious masturbation as Logan pointed to the ground. "Just lie there boss." Cyclops did as instructed, his prick standing up proudly like a telephone pole or fence post and Wolverine pushed Frost forwards, the woman stumbling on her high heels. "Get on that, bitch!"
Glancing at the aggressive X-Man the White Queen reluctantly acquiesced, sinking down over Scott and impaling herself on his cock. Both mutants sighed in pleasure at the envelopment then Wolverine grabbed Frost by the neck lifting her from the man below her; Cyclops angrily sat up prepared to fight.
"No you slut! Your ass! Cyke’s an ass bandit." The red veins in his eyes indicated he was near to a killing rage and Emma frantically nodded her acknowledgement and shuffled forwards so that when she next lowered her haunches she pushed Cyclops’ rod through her anus and up her alimentary canal. Already stretched by Colossus’ huge member it was still tight on his cock and he lay back enjoying the velvet heat of her back passage, realising that Logan spoke something of the truth and that somehow he was going to have to convince Jean to agree to Turkish sex. Scott thrust upwards and the woman above him rode him until Wolverine stopped her with a deceptively gentle hand on her shoulder. "Pete, you get her mouth."
The giant Russian eagerly stepped forwards, standing above the veteran team leader and proffering his huge cock to the blond who eagerly opened her mouth to receive it, swallowing as much of his great weapon as she could, caressing his length with her tongue, tasting the salty sweetness of her own juices and his which smeared his prick.
"By the White Wolf," he gasped as Emma Frost displayed her talent as a fellatrix, using the muscles of her throat to stroke his tip while she squeezed his shaft with her lips and gently touched his skin with her teeth making him shiver.
"What about you Logan?" asked Cyclops. "I was…oh yeah…I was expecting something a bit special."
"Oh, it’s special alright." Wolverine spat on his hand and used his saliva to grease his cock then crouched behind the woman impaled between his friends.
"No way!" Cyclops struggled beneath the White Queen suddenly realising what Logan was planning, his movements doing little but increasing the tempo of her ride.
"Way. Don’t sweat it leader-man. After today I think we know each other well enough." He held Emma at the highest point of her trajectory and pressed his cock against Scott’s so that the two pieces of meat were aligned and then pulled the woman down Cyclops’ prick again. Unable to resist the pressure her anal sphincter dilated to allow the double cock entry and spread beyond comprehension the slender woman sank back until her haunches rested against Wolverine’s thighs.
"Oh my god!" All five mutants spoke at the same time; the White Queen’s anguished words blocked by the prick within her mouth, Colossus and Rogue expressing their amazement that such a thing was possible while Cyclops and Wolverine breathed out the phrase in ecstatic pleasure as their cocks were squeezed against each other by the pressure that Emma’s ring exerted in resistance to the extreme violation.
"Oh yeah," said Wolverine, "that’s what I’m talking about! This, my friends, is called a double anal and if this slut lives she can remember what happens if you screw with the X-Men." Tightening his grip on her hips he pushed her upwards so that she slid along the doubled shafts, then pulled her back down. "You get royally butt fucked." Up and down her pushed her, her own strength insufficient to the task. "Isn’t that right your highness?" The White Queen nodded, bobbing her head up and down on Peter’s cock, the sweat in her blond hair causing it to stick together in lank tendrils and flick in time to her movements.
Every one of Wolverine’s senses was heightened in comparison to homo sapiens and touch was no exception. He felt the pressure caused by Emma’s ring piece as it slid along his shaft. He felt her pulse in her capillaries where his fingertips touched her skin. He felt the long, hard strength of Cyclops’ cock and the way it twitched infinitesimally at each movement of the two men’s lengths against each other and he let his fingertips slide down Emmas’ thigh to stroke Scott’s arm. Unseen by any of the other mutants Logan’s hand caressed the forearm of the man he had once hated with jealousy and contempt and stroked the palm of his hand. Unconsciously Cyclops’ fingers scratched lightly against the Canadian’s and the two men’s finger tips met, touched, pressed against each other for a moment. A spark passed between them then the two as one flinched away from each other and by force of will turned their attention from the sudden realisation that the Impulse field had only unlocked something between them, not created it, and back to the woman they were sodomising.
Cyclops reached up to her perfect tits and pressed his palms against Emma’s nipples, feeling their hardness and running his life-line along them, dragging his fingernails lightly along the smooth skin of her breasts before taking her nips between finger and thumb, squeezing and rolling them. Above him he could see the White Queen sucking on Colossus’ dick, one hand circling his shaft while the other cradled his balls. The woman thrust herself onto the Russian, wantonly swallowing as much of him as she could, giving up all pretence of dignity and giving in to the Impulse field which was affecting her as much as the X-Men. No longer needing Wolverine’s assistance she bucked on the double-prick which filled her, the incredible resilience of the human body, whether homo sapiens or homo superior, allowing her to survive the obscene penetration and even connect the violation to her pleasure centres.
Wolverine, for whom hypocrisy was anathema, recognised what had passed between him and Scott for what it was and put it to one side. Realising that nothing was going to break the White Queen he accepted it and simply concentrated on deriving the maximum pleasure from her pliant body. Forcing the tempo he thrust his and Scott’s pricks into her harder and faster; their cocks stuck together by sweat, cum and mutual lust formed a giant weapon which devastated the leader of the Hellfire Club, driving her into spasms of ecstasy in which her asshole squeezed them and her lips and throat closed on Colossus.
The Russian was the first to give way. Unlike Wolverine and Cyclops, he had not been used by Phoenix, he had as yet only climaxed three times despite the Impulse field and his relative youth made him more susceptible to the ministrations of the beautiful blond sucking on his prick. When she stroked the sensitive point between his balls and asshole, then thrust her slender finger up his anus he could withstand it no longer. With a roar of triumph he came, his cock spurting great floods of semen into Emma’s mouth and across her face, mixing with that of Cyclops and Mastermind which still stained her. He stumbled back, stupefied by the experience.
At last able to speak the White Queen was able to voice her own passion, gasping out obscenities which would shame a porn star at the twin penetration of her ass. She leant forwards, pressing her tits against Cyclops’ chest and kissing his face; first his eyes, then his lips, forcing them apart and pushing her tongue between them. Her mouth was still full of Peter’s cum and Scott recoiled from this sudden realisation but could do nothing; trapped by the weight of the two mutants above him his tongue coiled with Emma’s, the two of them passionately kissing and a circle of energy connecting them, from Emma’s mouth, through him to his prick and up into Emma again, running along her spine to their point of contact at their lips. Groaning Scott jerked his hips upwards, lifting both the White Queen and Wolverine despite their combined weight and, breaking free of Emma’s passionate osculation, cried out his climax to the heavens. His prick stiffened and jerked but he had spent so much seed already there was no emission, just the perfect orgasm. His passion triggered that of Logan whose thick cock felt every movement of Scott’s narrower weapon; the pulsing of the longer prick set up a sympathetic vibration in Wolverine and moments later he was cumming as if this were his first fuck in a month. Emma’s scream of passion provided a descant to his roar of orgiastic pleasure and she slumped forwards across Cyclops, Wolverine being just able to support his own weight despite the exhaustion.
A few moments of silence followed, all five of the mutants lost in the aftershocks of their individual orgasms. Rogue was the first to stand, less drained by her solitary sexual activity she stepped towards the trio of Scott, Emma and Logan and brushed a gentle hand across the White Queen’s cheek.
"Night night my dear," she said.
"B…but…nnnnnn…." Emma, just starting to raise her body, collapsed again.
"Best if she doesn’t regain her powers until she’s safely under lock and key," said Rogue, "but one of you is going to have to carry her." Wolverine nodded his assent and unsteadily got to his feet, pulling his still thick cock from the pale woman’s ass. Lifting her up so that she relinquished her grip on Scott he threw her over one shoulder, her hair hanging down.
"Don’t anyone talk about this. Not ever."
"How can we not?" said Colossus. "The things we’ve done. The things we’ve felt. I am…ashamed." His voice trailed off to a whisper. The Impulse field was fading fast; with Impulse herself miles away the feedback was no longer present and the expression of the emotions she had enhanced now burnt up the psychic energy that made up the field.
"He’s right," said Scott. "What is there to say? What can we say? Better to say nothing. Oh God, Jean…" His eyes and Logan’s met briefly and glanced away from each other.
"Come on then Frost," said Wolverine, almost tenderly, to the unconscious woman. "Let’s get you put to bed."
(*Uncanny X-Men Issue 175 – Deceptively yours, Lucilla)