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Age Of Onslaught
Part 7/37
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Weapon X 5.
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Human 'Holding Facility' - Outskirts of Chicago.
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Samuel Guthrie stopped.
Prelate Alex Summers continued walking, still talking about
the shift rotations and duty rosters, then he realized that Sam was
not with him.
"Sam!" he growled,"What the hell do you think...." he looked
at what Sam was staring at and grinned,"Ahhh, I see."
Sam was staring at a human in the holding pen, she was a
beautiful Caucasian with short cropped black hair.
"Like the look of the meat, huh?" Alex asked him.
"Yeah," said Sam,"But she's a human."
"So what," muttered Alex,"You're just looking for a good piece
of fuckmeat aren't you?"
"Yeah," said Sam, confused.
"You're not looking to be starting a relationship with her are
you?"
"NO!" cried Sam, there were serious laws about pursuing
relationships with the genetically inferior.
"Then go grab her, take her someplace private and fuck her brains
out, then get her back before the next headcount."
"You don't... you don't mind?" asked the nineteen year old mutant.
"You're going to be useless to me until you fuck her anyway," he
laughed,"Take her away and fuck the bitch, then met me after the next
head count and we'll go over these rotations, then we can get back to
Manhattan."
Sam grinned, saluted and headed to the holding cell.
"Open," he commanded the Infinite guards, who pulled the doors
open. The humans inside watched him silently as he entered, heading
straight for the woman.
"Genetrash!" growled one and leaped at Sam, who engaged his
blastfield and watched the human bounce off him.
"Cool it flatscan," muttered Sam, he grabbed the woman by the
arm without talking, turned about and pulled her away, leaving the cell
the Infinites closed the doors.
He dragged her along, not even talking to her, pulling her into
an empty corridor he strode to the sealed doors of one of
McCoy's maintenance labs. The human squealed when she saw the gatekeeper,
a large bowl filled with some sort of fluid, a brain floating inside it,
one single eye attached and looking directly at them.
"Open," said Sam.
- Register, - spoke a voice in their minds.
"Guthrie, Clearance G-Beta-7."
- Granted, - said the telepathic voice in their heads and the
doors opened, it had registered his telepathic signature and granted
clearance. As a Rook, Samuel Guthrie was below only the Prelates in
the pecking order of all the 'holding facilities' and breeding pens in
the Chicago area. The 'Holding Facilities' where were humans considered
genetically inferior to even other humans were sent. McCoy wanted only
the best for his use in creating the hybrid DNA between human and mutant
that he used to form a physical base for the Infinites.
Sam threw her inside and turned to the gatekeeper.
"Seal the room, don't open it unless I command you."
- Done. -
He entered the lab and the doors shut behind him, the human female
was on her hands and knees, staring about in shock at the rows and rows
of jars, vials, test-tubes, complex machinery and the cages at the far end
of the room holding several animals and a few unconscious humans. She
twisted about to look at Sam.
"Please, don't do this.... I'll do anything, but don't let him
at me."
Sam laughed, the fuckmeat thought that she had been picked for
one of McCoy's experiments. McCoy wasn't even in Chicago, he was in
Manhattan. Sam grinned down at her.
"No, bitch," he said,"I just wanted someplace private to fuck
you."
Her eyes grew wider and she began shaking her head, begging him
not to do it, pleading with him.
"I'm... I'm a virgin!" she cried at last.
"So?" said Sam, and grabbed her, pulling her close kissing her,
forcing his tongue down her throat. She tried to push him away, beating
at his shoulders with her small fists but it was to no avail. He broke
the kiss and pushed her to arms length, then grabbed the brown prisoners
tunic at her chest and ripped it away, revealing her small, firm breasts.
"Nice titties," he said, then leaned forward and began sucking
on them, she stood still, moaning in fear, praying for deliverance.
His hands slid down the torn fabric and pushed between her legs,
cupping her cuntmound, he slid a finger inside of her and began playing
with her pussy while he sucked on her tits. His cock was rockhard and
straining against his uniform. He pulled away from her and grinned, getting
off on her fear, then undid his belt and began to slide his pants down.
Snikt.
He felt three cold, hard pieces of metal press against his back.
"Don't even breath," growled a voice in his ear.
He was rammed hard against one of the lab tables, knocking the
wind from him, instinctively he tried to raise his kinetic blast field,
which would make him invulnerable, but nothing happened.
"Naughty boy," said a female voice, turning his head to one side
he saw an incredibly beautiful red head handing a guards tunic to the
human female he'd been about to rape.
"Eye's front!" growled the man behind him and he was slammed against
the table again.
"You're him, aren't you?" gasped Sam,"Weapon X."
"Damn straight, kid, and if you know me you know my rep, and you
won't try any funny business."
"You're fucking nuts, you can't come into a holding facility
like this, you don't stand a chance!"
"Holding facility," muttered the redhead,"It's a slaughterhouse."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, kid," growled Weapon X, pressing
his claws into Sam's back slightly and drawing blood,"Coz you're our
hostage."
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Prelate Alex Summers, known as Havok, usually took a hard line
when he caught guards fucking prisoners. But today it had been the
perfect excuse for him to get away to Heaven.
So he'd basically ordered Sam to rape the human, giving him
over an hour and a half to teleport into the private club run by Warren
Worthington III in Manhattan and spend some quality time with Scarlett
McKenzie, the hot young human female that Worthington had singing there.
He didn't find anything wrong with the hypocrisy he was committing,
he had always believed humans were inferior to mutants and destined to
be wiped out. That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy fucking Scarlett's
brains out whenever he got the chance.
He stepped into the teleporter and beamed away.
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"Open the doors," said Weapon X,"Now."
Still the Infinites hesitated, even though Sam was bleeding
profusely and screaming for them to open the doors.
"Don't bother calling an alert," said Jean,"The Gatekeepers
and Security T.P's have all been knocked out of commission... in fact
they seemed quite pleased to be put out of commission."
The floating brains had indeed been happy enough, McCoy and
Sinister had left them with nothing but their telepathic senses and
oblivion was blessed relief.
"Open the flaming doors," Logan growled,"Don't make me use these
can openers on you tin cans."
"To hell with this," growled Jean, and telepathically overrode
the Infinites control, forcing them to open the doors. This was something
she was usually loath to do, but time was running out. Seconds later the
humans were pushing their way out, several stopping to knock over the
Infinites.
"Forget that!" yelled Weapon X,"This way!"
Some of the humans hesitated, he was a mutant after all, but
the majority were just desperate to get out.
Logan threw Sam to the side, Jean shutting down his mind before
he hit the ground, and then the two of them were rushing down the corridors
towards the exit of the 'holding facility'.
As they ran Jean cast about telepathically, shutting out the
panicked thoughts of the humans, looking out for Infinites or members
of Factor X. Whenever she came across an Infinite she shut it's mind - what
little it had - down. She was thankful she didn't come across any members
of Factor X, as the personal elite of Horseman Sinister they were trained
with mental defenses that would make it more difficult for Jean to override
them.
"None of Sinister's boys about?" asked Logan.
"None," replied Jean, looking worried,"There should be at least
one."
They reached the exit, Logan braked to a stop and held up his
arms, the humans stopped and instantly began yelling and talking amongst
themselves.
- Quiet! - Jean spoke up in their heads, they all shut up, Logan
noticed that several of them were staring at Jean angrily. They didn't
like having someone in their heads, even if she was trying to save them.
"Listen up," he yelled,"Once we're out of here we're going to
head for a safehouse in the Mutant Underground, from there you'll be
slowly spread out over the country to other safehouses until they can
organize to get you out of the country and into Avalon.
Some of the women, and a few of the men, began to cry at the mention
of Avalon, the almost mythical island where man and mutant lived in peace,
safe from Apocalypse and Sentinels both.
"Cut the waterworks!," yelled Logan,"We still gotta get to the
safehouse, and there will be Infinite patrols...." he stopped, sniffing
the air.
"GO!" he yelled, slamming the metal stub over his severed hand into
the open button.
The people hesitated and Jean was forced to push them along
telepathically, sensing Logan's anxiety.
"Jean, give them directions to the safehouse," he yelled,"But
make sure the info will fade from their memory if they get caught or
once they're there!"
Jean telepathically sent the information into the minds of the
humans, adding the command for the info to be stored in their short
term memory so that if they were ever caught they wouldn't be able to
give up the members of the Mutant Underground.
The humans rushed out, but no one tried to stop them.
- Logan? - said Jean in his head, - Are you sure it's him, I
don't sense him. -
"He's using some kind of psi-shield," muttered Logan,"And he
wants to deal with us, he figures he can catch the humans again later...
he wants to end what we started."
When the last of the humans was gone, the doors leading into
the opening corridor opened and he stepped through.
"Logan, Jean," said Prelate Scott Summers, known as Cyclops since
Logan had torn one of his eyes out as payback for his missing hand. He
was the favored mutant of Horseman Sinister,"Let's finish this once and
for all."
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"Prelate," said Warren, bowing low, he had come out to personally
greet such an important patron.
"Can it, Worthington," Havok said,"Scarlett?"
"On stage," said Warren,"You can go wait backstage," he winked
knowingly and Havok hid his distaste. He wanted desperately to be treated
with respect by everyone, something Sinister told him stemmed from feelings
of inadequacy in comparison to his brother.
"No," said Alex,"I'll watch her sing."
He stormed past Warren, who smiled smugly.
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"Word was," said Logan,"They were sending you to Madripoor
to negotiate with Doom."
"You have good connections," said Cyclops,"I'm sure McCoy will
be able to get that info out of you."
"Awfully confident, isn't he," Logan said, not looking at Jean.
"I have my reasons," said Cyclops,"When you took my eye away,
I saw more clearly than I ever had before."
Weapon X's eyes widened as the holoplasmic walls of the corridor
they stood in disappeared, revealing row after row of Infinite Guards,
energy rifles cocked and ready to fire. He growled low in his throat,
staring at Cyclops angrily.
"Too scared to go mano a mano?"
"Nope, too smart," said Cyclops.
Logan moved faster that the Infinites could follow, leaping forward
towards Cyclops. The Prelate fired an optic blast from his eye, but
Logan leaped over it. He was only a couple of feet from Cyclops when
the Infinites Guards, wearing psi-shields that protected them from
Jean's telepathy, brought him down with their blasters.
Jean screamed out and began rushing towards him, several blasts
brought her down.
The Infinites charged ahead and began clubbing Weapon X, who
had already recovered from the stun blasts. He lashed out with his
claws, cutting with sickening ease through the Infinite armor, with
a roar he pulled to his feet and broke free from the Infinites, who
were just getting in each others way. Cyclops fired an optic blast
that knocked him down to his knees and an infinite injected a sedative
into him.
"That'll knock an elephant out," said the Infinite.
"Give him another one," instructed Cyclops.
"Sir?"
Cyclops blasted him with an optic blast, killing him.
"You," he said, pointing at another Infinite,"Give him another
one."
"Yes sir," he said and injected the sedative they'd all been
issued with into Weapon X's neck.
"Kill them," Scott said, pointing at the injured and
dying Infinites injured by Logan in the fight.
He walked to where Jean lay, unconscious.
"Hot bitch," he said,"Pity she'll be going to the lab."
-
Scarlett had finished singing and was heading back to the
dressing room, leaving the crowd cheering and calling for more.
"Always leave them wanting more," Warren had told her when she
first started working at the club, which was what she always did. She'd
put a little more oomph, a little more sex into her singing today, knowing
that Havok loved it. He had been sitting in the back, but she'd known
he was there.
She entered the dressing room and arms wrapped around her waist
and lifted her into the air, rushing her forward.
"HUH?" she cried.
The table on one side of the room almost tipped over as she was
laid down, crouched over it, her large tits pressing into the
wooden bench. She felt and heard her long dress being ripped away and
knew Warren would be pissed, even though Alex would pay for it it was
a one of a kind.
"Alex!" she cried.
"Quiet," he whispered, sliding his hand between her asscheeks
and sliding it down to cup her pussy, which was quickly dampening. He
suddenly pulled his hand away and turned her over, grabbing her dress
by the low cut v-neck and tearing it away, her large, milky white breasts
bouncing and shaking.
He gripped her beautiful tits in his hands and leaned forward,
his face intense, something that had always attracted her to him. He
eagerly began sucking on them, playing with her erect nipples with his
tongue.
"Oooh Alex," she moaned, as always loving the feel of his mouth
sucking on her breasts.
His hands released her breasts and he grabbed his tight, black
leather pants. He dragged down his hips, his hard cock springing up
and pointing right at her pussy. Her pussy was completely shaven, just
the way she knew he liked it. Her lips were damp with pussyjuice, and
she grinned up at him, seeing the excited lust in his eyes.
He moved his hips up until his cock was just below her waiting,
eager cunt.
Scarlett gasped in pleasure as she felt Alex's cock press forward
into her cunt, spreading her pussylips apart. She was extremely wet, and
he groaned happily at the feel of her juicy, tight little pussy around
meat.
"Ooooh yes," she moaned,"Fuck me Alex, fuck me good!"
He did just that, thrusting his cock in and out, slamming his
member forward into her tight little cunt, using short hard thrusts,
fucking her on the table while only twenty meter away the high class,
favored who's who of mutants in Manhattan ate, drank and laughed.
He groaned happily, really loving the feel of her long, smooth
white legs against his, the tactile sensation made it seem like every
part of her was attached to every part of him.
His cock had become quickly lubricated by her juices, so he began
making harder, longer thrusts. Pushing into her tight, bald pussy again
and again, slamming his ass up and down and fucking the human female
with everything her had. He fucked her faster and faster, he had the
rhythm now, and was able to match each thrust of his cock into her cunt
with her own hips which slammed up to meet him. Everytime he buried
his cock inside of her pussy it slammed her ass back against the table,
and when he pulled away her cunt gripped on tight, and he would lift
her ass up off the table.
He leaned his upper body forward, her large tits pressing against
his muscular chest. The leather jacket he was wearing felt cool and
slippery against her breasts, and she felt her nipples become more erect
than before.
Alex slammed his hips up as high as he could without pulling
his cock out of her cunt and then he slammed back down, cramming every
last inch as deep into her as possible, pressing against her cervix. He
loved the feel of her hot, wet pussy, it felt so good tightly clasping
around his meat and he wanted so badly to cram as much as his cock inside
of her as I could. Even as he fucked her he could feel her raising her
hips and grinding her cunt against him, rubbing her clit hard up against
the base of his cock.
"OOOHHHH YEAH!" moaned Alex.
He began pumping his hard prick harder and faster into her juiced
up slit, fucking her with deep, hard strokes. He could feel her moving
her hips and ass around beneath him, driving his cock wild with desire.
Scarlett fucked back at him with all she was worth, raising
her long sexy legs and wrapping them around Alex's waist, giving him
even greater depth of penetration.
"Come on Alex!" she moaned,"Fuck me, fuck my tight little cunt!"
Alex was only too pleased to comply, slamming his cock in and
out of her dripping, juicy snatch. He rammed his cock as hard and as deep
into her cunt as he could, wanting to join with her completely, to have
his cock fill every inch of her raging, eager cunt. She squealed with
desire and he moaned in excitement, feeling his orgasm cumming, even
as Scarlett began hers.
He reached down and grabbed her jumping, bouncing breasts in his
hands, kneading her firm mounds of titflesh as he fucked her tightly
clasping cunt with his hard cock.
"YES! YES! YES! YES!" moaned Scarlett in ecstasy, feeling her
orgasm approaching. Her legs locked tight around Alex's back, her body
tensed up and her cunt clamped down tighter than before. She
was practically squeezing the breath from him as she reached the crescendo
of her oncoming orgasm.
"OH ALEX!" she squealed,"This is it! I'M GONNA CUUUMMMMM!!!!
"Yes," he moaned,"Take it you human bitch, take every fucking
last inch!"
He stared happily at her naked body beneath him, staring at the
giant tits in his hands, her flat, milky white belly, her bald cunt, shaven
the way he liked it. Her pink pussy lips spread open by his cock as he
slammed it in and out of her slit.
Her body suddenly tensed completely, her legs locking about him
in a viselike grip, her cunt doing the same to his cock. He looked up
from her tits to her face. Her beautiful features were contorted in
pleasure, her red hair sweaty and plaster to her face, her luscious
lips wide open as she moaned in pleasure. Her eyes looked into his
as she came, her entire body locking up completely for over thirty
seconds, almost cutting off his air.
She was trying to squeal but the pleasure was so great that all
that came out was a low gasping noise, she had given in to the pleasure,
taken over by it. And then it seemed like the all the muscles in her
body melted. Her body collapsed, her legs unwrapping from around my
waist and collapsing, her legs trailing along the floor. Now she wasn't
moving at all, just laying still, breathing heavily as Alex continued
to fuck her faster and faster, approaching orgasm.
"It's coming, I'm going to cum!" he roared. He tried to hold
it off, loving the feel of accumulated pleasure. But he couldn't hold
it off any more and he slammed his cock deep into her cunt, grinding
it against her clit and then he was cumming, shooting sperm deep into
her pussy.
He held up for a second, then fell forward onto her, moaning
heavily.
Scarlett smiled, twirling some of his blonde hair in one of
her fingers.
"Geez Alex, keep fucking me like that I won't be able to sing
those Blues songs on Sunday night anymore."
-
Logan's eyes snapped open.
"GRARRRR!" he roared and strained his muscles, trying to break
the restraints, he couldn't.
Snikt, his claws popped out, but they'd positioned his arms
so that his claws could get at the manacles.
"Calm down," said Cyclops with a smile,"The good Doctor will
be here soon, he'll be only too happy to let you out of those chains,
and into a gene-splicing chamber."
Logan began to curse, loud, long and vehemently.
Cyclops smiled, then walked around and moved to Logan's side,
Logan twisted his head about and gasped in shock. Jean lay shackled
next to him on another table, four small metallic devices were on her
face, one of each cheek and on each side of her forehead.
She was naked.
"You sick fuck, Summers," growled Logan.
"Calm down," repeated Scott,"Or maybe I'll do her right here,"
Again Logan strained against his manacles.
The doors to the lab opened.
"What?" growled Cyclops, turning about,"I left orders not to
be distur...." he trailed off, staring in shock at the man who had walked
into the lab, he was holding a gun pointed directly at him.
"How...."
Scott Summers fired, blasting a hole through Scott Summer's
body and killing him instantly.
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Gambit & The Externals 5.
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Tonga.
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"You pay de fare, up front, you can come on board," Remy LeBeau
said, a casual smile on his face.
"Don't be ridiculous LeBeau," said the portly human,"I don't
have the funds to cover the prices you're charging, but at the next
stopover I can access them...."
"No deal," replied Remy, turning away and heading up the gangplank.
"Wait!" cried out the human, whose name was something Fisk, LeBeau
couldn't remember what,"We can do a deal!"
The tall, tanned mutant stopped and turned his head, a contemptuous
grin crossed his face.
"No deals, Fisk, dis not a boardroom, you got no options, you pay
full now or you don't come."
"Scum sucking mutie!" he screamed and came charging up the gangplank,
when he was only a couple of feet away LeBeau backflipped easily over
him, landing behind him.
Fisk staggered onto the deck of the ship, eyes wide, unable to
follow where Remy had gone. One huge fist lashed out and caught him
by the throat, lifting him easily into the air.
"Calm down, Guido," said Remy, walking up onto the deck,"It's
too hot to be overexerting ourselves."
Guido Carosella, a huge, musclebound mutant with a gigantic upper
chest and arms, small - but highly muscled legs - and a ordinary sized
head, smiled warmly at Fisk and dropped him.
"Man," Guido said,"You're not half the man your Father was, are you?"
Guido's words had two meanings, despite his portly body, Richard
Fisk was much smaller than his recently deceased father, Wilson Fisk - The
Kingpin - and he was also less cunning, intelligent, ruthless and demanding
of respect as Wilson.
Wilson Fisk had run the small island of Tonga with an iron fist,
providing mined wealth to the former U.S.A and raw materials to Eurasia
for The Sentinel Manufacturing Plants. By making himself invaluable to
both Governments he guaranteed his survival.
Then he had died.
Richard Fisk had quickly learned the local chieftains that had
given their support to his father weren't so quick to give it to him. They
tested him by withdrawing their support, and the small, prosperous city
affectionately known as Fiskville had quickly fallen into chaos.
Now Richard was being driven into exile and word was
that Apocalypse was going to send one of his higher ranking Prelates to
take over. He certainly wasn't prepared to battle with an army
of Infinites so he'd headed for LeBeau's ship - The Sprite - which always
stopped over in Tonga on it's way to Avalon to book passage.
"LeBeau," gasped Richard,"Let me on, I'll do anything, anything!"
LeBeau grinned,"What you say, Guido? Shall we let him on or no?"
Guido hmmmed and hawwed, unable to hide his smile.
"You know," said Remy at last, looking thoughtful,"At half the
price, we can give you the economy package."
"Economy?" asked Fisk, sounding doubtful.
"Yeah, you gotta work in the Engine room and help out with the
sailing, the food ain't so nice and the quarters are cramped," said
Guido,"But by Magnus it's a lot cheaper."
"Sure, anything, anything!" cried out Fisk,"But I have to get
off this island!"
Remy raised and lowered his eyebrows several times at Guido,
grinning, and said.
"Okay, but to make it cheap we gotta cut out the entertainment
package."
"Whatever," snapped Fisk, missing the importance of Guido's
wide grin of delight.
End Part 7/37
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