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Age Of Onslaught
Part 12/37
"... foment chaos amongst the mutant elite, we suspect Holocaust
wants to be the big boss, we know that monster McCoy wants to be a Horseman,
let's see if...."
Emma was stroking her huge tits, bringing her now pert nipples to
an aching hardness. She slid her hands down over her slim waist, moving
ever closer to her cunt. Lay back on the table she raised her legs up,
sliding her hand down between her pink innerfolds and over them into the
firm, white asscheeks that were pressed hard against the oaken table.
"Oh Shaw," she moaned,"It feels good, get up here and fuck me with
that big dick of yours."
Shaw managed to keep his face straight, although sweat was running
down his armpits. He wondered to himself if Elizabeth was picking up
anything strange, after all she had formidable psi-abilities of her own
which she'd never tapped.
"...next we have to cut off Apocalypse's Manhattan Fortress from
the rest of America, after first piercing his defensive net of course...."
Emma grinned wickedly and let her fingers rub against
her cuntmound, pressing hard against her aching clit.
"Come on, Shaw, forget that shit and let's fuck!"
She parted her cuntlips and rubbed one finger against her hard
little love button, then she slid her finger up inside her cuntlips, and
a second, then a third. She began to pump those three fingers in and out
of her juicy snatch.
After pumping her fingers in and out of her gushing cunt so
fast they were almost a blur, she pulled the dripping digits free and
licked the gooey fluid from them, staring intently at Shaw. Around her
the Foreign Representatives listened to Shaw, paying no attention to the
naked, sweaty female fucking herself with a vengeance on the table.
Using her index and middle finger, Emma parted her vaginal lips,
while she placed the knuckle of her thumb down hard against her clitoris,
She moaned loudly, not bothering to hide or subdue her cries of
pleasure. Her middle finger slid up between her pussylips, sliding in
and out of her wet snatch, once more a second and third finger followed,
and she was again slamming and grinding three fingers in and out of her
pussy faster and faster, thrusting her hips up to bury her fingers deeper
and deeper into her cunt.
As Emma's fingers pumped in and out between her legs, the friction
creating a steadily growing wave of pleasure to build up between her legs,
she began screaming out loud.
"OH FUCK YEAH! I'M WANKING! I'M WANKING MYSELF RIGHT HERE AND
NOW, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU AND I'M A FUCKING MUTANT, THERE'S A FUCKING
MUTANT JERKING OFF RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU! YEAH! YEAH! IT FEELS SO FUCKING
GOOD!"
Her body tremored in ecstasy as she felt her orgasm approaching,
brought on as much by that proclamation as by her fingers grinding between
her legs.
"Yes! Yes! YES! YEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!," screamed Emma, safe in
the knowledge that the humans at the table couldn't hear her. She reveled
in her orgasm, her juices exploding out over her fingers and onto the
table, pooling up around her firm asscheeks. She pushed her hips up into
her hand, burying her fingers as deeply into her gushing cuntmound as
she could, feeling her cuntlips clamping down around her fingers.
At last The White Queen collapsed, her body a panting, sweating
pile of flesh. She moaned loudly and pulled her fingers free, sliding
them up her waist, leaving a trail up between her breasts. She slid her
fingers into her mouth and licked her juices from them, staring at Shaw
with a huge grin.
"....I think that concludes this meeting," said Shaw, not standing
as he usually did because of his huge erection,"Gentlemen, thank you very
much, we'll keep you updated of course."
There was some light buzz of conversation as the Foreign
Representatives got up and left, discussing the new tactics they would
be using.
The Regent and Matriach also stood up and smiled warmly at Shaw,
then turned and left.
- Relax Shaw, - said Emma in his mind, - The Regent is only thinking
about getting into that tight little fairy bitch of his, and The Matriach
is too fucking stupid to even know how to use her psi-powers, let alone
beat the psi-blocks I put in her mind to stop her accessing them. -
Shaw said nothing, looking through some documents, finally when
everyone was gone he stood up and stretched.
"Emma Frost, if you weren't such a good lay, I would kill you right
here and now.... you can't just come into the fucking conference room and
wank yourself in front of the rulers of this continent."
"I didn't," she laughed, now on all fours and staring into his
face,"I wanked myself in front of the people who think they run this
continent... and you loved every fucking minute of it."
He kept frowning for a few seconds, then a huge grin crossed his
face and he laughed.
"Shit, Emma, you certainly keep me on my toes!"
"You know that a bunch of norms like that wouldn't have a chance
of beating the telepathic screening I put up, no one knew I was there,
not even Regent Braddock with his so called mystic link to the land."
Shaw just shook his head with a grin and leaned forward to kiss
her, but an alarm rang out on his wrist alarm.
"What?" he asked, speaking into it.
"Sorry to bother you, Shaw," said another females voice, that
of Selene, the Black Queen,"But you may be interested in this, come down
to the Dungeon."
-
"Well, well," said Shaw, stroking his sidewhiskers with one
hand, the other around Emma's shoulders.
"Unexpected to say the least," she said,"Where'd they come from
Selene?"
"Just appeared in the Dungeon," she said,"They were unconscious
and just lying there."
"Far be it from me to look a gift whore in the mouth," he said
with a smile,"I recognize those two, and that one must be a shapeshifter
since she... or he, looks just like Rogue. Put restraining collars
on them."
He turned and left, leaving the X-Men - Rogue, Gambit, Rogue,
Banshee and Belladonna behind.
They did not know of course, that Morph should have been there
too.
-
The Matriach glanced about surreptitiously, then picked up the
small crystal. She began to mumble words in an ancient language, a language
far, far older than the most ancient structure in the land of her birth,
England.
She found herself in pure whiteness, surrounded entirely by
white with nothing to be seen in any direction. She had no sense of up
or down, left or right. There was nothing, and then there was something.
Another person appeared in front of her, kneeling in
white nothingness. He smiled at her, but as usual her gaze was drawn to
the blemish that marred his handsome features, the scar under his left
eye.
"Doom," she said, nodding her head and acknowledging an equal,
although she knew that despite her title he was her superior in every
way.
"Matriach," he replied with a warm smile,"Betsy."
She allowed her ice-cold demeanor to drop, a smile lit up her
face,"Victor, it has been too long."
"I'm sorry, Betsy," he said,"But I cannot take long to exchange
pleasantries this day, as you probably already know, Apocalypse has faded
from public view... you know what that portends."
"Shaw has a plan...." she started, but Victor cut her with a
shake of his head.
"Shaw is only interested in himself, you know as well as I do that
he cannot be trusted."
"Then why do you insist that I keep him as Prime Minister?"
"Because he's good at his job," replied Doom with a smile,"And
because it pays to keep your friends close and your enemies even closer...
unless of course you can publicly catch him planning treason.... can you
imagine the uproar from the Foreign Representatives if you dismissed him
seemingly without cause?"
Betsy nodded,"Victor, I'm beginning to get more worried about
Frost, the way she's been looking at me, the vibe I seem to get when she
is around is... disconcerting to say the least."
"Despite the barriers placed on your natural abilities," observed
Doom,"The training in mystic arts you have received from me has given you
a vague kind of sixth sense, if Shaw didn't keep her on a leash then Frost
would probably try and push you out of the way and rule openly."
"Natural abilities?" asked Betsy,"I don't understand what...."
They were cut off as beside them a hole seemed to tear through
the whiteness.
"Betsy! Defend yourself!" screamed Victor, staring in shock as
someone or something tore into the space between spaces. What could it
be? Had Mephisto somehow broken free from the captivity he had placed the
demon in?
The hole tore open and Victor had a momentary glimpse of three
figures smash through it at an incredible speed. A new hole opened
directly in front of Victor and the three figures, screaming in shock and
fear, smashed through it. Then the holes repaired themselves and Doom
and The Matriach were alone once more.
"What... what was that? Somebody tampering with the powers without
training?"
"I don't think so," murmured Doom,"Something about them, A man
with golden skin in a red cape, a man made of silver and a diminutive midget
in a fur loincloth, there was something almost familiar about them."
Several minutes later The Matriach stepped out of her meditation
chamber, safe in the knowledge that what had happened was safely locked
away in her mind. Victor had taught her techniques that shielded the mind
from mutants with telepathic abilities, a power he claimed that Frost
had.
"Sister!" cried a voice and she winced, turning to face The Regent,
her brother.
"Brother," she said, forcing a smile,"Can I help you?"
"Me and Meggan are going to walk through the gardens, would you
like to join us?"
She shook her head, both to say no and in consternation. Her
brother had some kind of mystical link to England which gave him strange
abilities usually reserved for mutants. This link had drawn him to Meggan,
who claimed to be a fairy, they were practically inseparable and she was
all Brian ever thought about. Betsy was the first to admit that when it
came to brains, Brian's anagram was purely a coincidence.
"Is something wrong, sis?" he asked her. Despite his naivette and
dull mind, he could be unusually perceptive, probably due to his mystic
link to the land and constant exposure to the fairy elemental, Meggan.
"Nothing for you worry about, brother," she said with a warm
smile, instantly reassuring him. He was like a child in that sense, he
took almost everything that he was told and shown at face value.
He walked past her without another word, heading for the gardens
where Meggan would be waiting, she refused to go inside, claiming she felt
constrained by having walls about her.
Betsy felt a moments envy, growing up she had been just like him,
it had taken the intervention of Doom to make the blindfold fall from her
eyes. Now she played a dangerous game, allowing Doom to move her about
like a pawn to defeat the Black King - Sebastian Shaw - and making her
own moves behind Victor's back... she didn't intend to replace one puppet
master with another.
Which made it all the more difficult to act like the vapid, vacant
Matriach which everyone expected of her.
As she wandered down the hall, Emma Frost watched - hidden by her
telepathic powers - and wondered.
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Weapon X 6.
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Somewhere In Canada.
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Logan sat with his knees to his chest, his large, muscular arms
about them. He glowered at Scott suspiciously, then turned to gaze at
Jean.
"Is he asleep?"
She nodded, his body seemed to remain just as tense but she could
see that he had relaxed somewhat.
"Do you believe his story?" he asked her.
She hesitated for a second, then nodded.
"Logan... when he was telling me about this.... this other Universe
he comes from I saw into his mind...."
He lifted his one hand up to her,"You looked into his mind? I
thought you didn't go into peoples minds without their permission?"
She sighed,"He's... different, he's got incredibly
advanced psi-barriers for someone not psi-active, but his mind seemed
somehow totally open to me, it almost compelled me to look in."
Logan nodded, via their mindlink she sensed that he'd
been interested in knowing why she looked into his mind, he didn't find
anything wrong with what she'd done.
"Anyway, when I saw into his mind I saw this other Universe... it..
Logan I don't know how to describe it. It was beautiful, it was sunny... It
was.... it was green!"
Logan looked around at the grass on the ground in the forest they
were camping in, it to was green, but a sooty, dark green. The air
pollution and residue from chemical warfare had ruined the natural beauty,
he knew this wasn't the sort of green she was talking about.
"And it was more than green... it was right, Logan," she sighed,"It
was a world where a man named Xavier was there to stop Apocalypse, where
Sinister was forced to work in the shadows... a place where people were
free to chose how to live, how to think."
"And what about us, were we there?"
Her eyes closed for a second, she sighed,"Yes, you still had both
hands, and you wore a yellow and black costume... your claws had been
removed to reveal bone claws underneath, and then recently the metal
returned."
He snorted,"I didn't have claws until the Weapon X program 'gave'
them to me, this Universe is more than a little different from ours."
"But in that Universe we weren't together, although there was an
obvious attraction between us... I.... I was married to him."
She pointed at Scott, and Logan's eyes widened.
"You two? You don't have anything in common!"
She smiled at him, sadly,"Logan, this world we live in, everything
we know... it's wrong, it was never supposed to be."
"Not everything in this world is wrong," he replied, a small,
bitter smile crossing his lips,"The two of us, the two of us are at least
something good in it."
"Logan," she whispered,"The needs of the few are outnumbered by
the needs of the many. One good thing in this world can't outweigh all the
good in his," she pointed at Scott.
"This Onslaught," he muttered, changing the subject,"If he's here,
why hasn't anyone heard of him yet? Why is Apocalypse still the man in
charge?"
"Onslaught seems to have the experience and mental prowess of this
Xavier, who knows that maybe he isn't running Apocalypse? Or maybe he's
taken the Eurasian High Council? All I know is in his Universe, this
Xavier defeated the Shadow King in one on one mental combat, and Onslaught
has his power and more at his command.... apparently he has Magnus' as
well."
"For now," said Logan, ignoring his quickened heartbeat as he
imagined a foe as powerful as the one Jean described,"Let's forget about
Apocalypse, The Shadow King, Magnus and Onslaught, for tonight let's just
think about the good thing we have here."
She smiled and leaned forward, kissing him lightly on the lips, he
reached out and slid his only hand around her neck, drawing her forward
into the kiss. Her lips parted and his tongue moved against hers, tasting
her as she tasted him.
Her hand reached down between his legs, which had lowered down, and
cupped his groin, feeling his steadily rising hardness. He broke the kiss
and smiled at her, ready to say something when years of experience broke
over him and he was lifting her up, driving her forward.
The optic blast burst into the sickly grass where Logan had been
sitting, already the man known as Weapon X was unsheathing his claws and
preparing to attack.
"Jean!" screamed Scott,"What are you doing?"
She stared at him in confusion, not understanding.
"How could you do this? Why? And why are you wearing that?"
She was, of course, wearing a low cut, skin tight costume colored
red over the breasts and running into a V down her waist to her groin, her
leggings were blue with red running down the sides of her calves and feet.
She wore a black leather jacket and a small black scarf around her neck,
a yellow belt ran around her waist and around her right thigh. A leather
strap ran up the belt between her breasts to a shoulder pad over her
right shoulder. Her red hair was cut short and there was a black tattoo
over her left eye, a mark like a backwards C. This was what she wore
every day, she washed it and herself whenever she could. To Scott, who
had last seen his Jean in the familiar gold and black X-Men uniform with
her red hair cut at shoulder length.
"Logan, don't hurt him," she said, looking into his mind,"He's
confused...."
"Weapon X?" asked Scott in surprise,"Why are you calling him
Weapon X?"
Jean's eyes widened,"You read my mind?"
"Of course," he replied bitterly,"Or have you forgotten that
we're mindlinked?"
Logan glanced up at Jean, he had been relaxing from his crouched,
battleready position, now he hunkered back down, ready.
"Wolverine," barked Scott,"What happened to your left hand?"
"Who the fuck is Wolverine, bub?" growled Weapon X,"And you, the
same you that you killed, blasted if off after I took his eye out."
Scott looked confused for a second, then despair hit his face as
he finally remembered where he was, he collapsed to the ground.
Logan turned to look at Jean, raising an eyebrow.
"Mindlink?"
"I guess when the me of his Universe married him, we
were mindlinked, which would probably explain why his mind is so open
to me."
"I'm... I'm sorry," Scott said,"I just woke up and saw the two
of you.... I just saw red I guess."
"Forget it," muttered Logan,"But we gotta keep it down, Canada
may not be under Apocalypse's control but it ain't exactly safe here
either."
Scott nodded,"Why doesn't Apocalypse rule here?"
"This is where the majority of weapons are manufactured, the
Canadians supply exclusively to Apocalypse, which keeps him from sending
his army of Infinites and mutants in to take Canada over... although when
they don't need them anymore the Canadians are as good as dead," Jean
explained.
"Don't count us Canadian's out just yet," Logan said with a small
grin,"They got a guy named General Clark, obsessed with building
a para-human defense force... I was one of their successes, 'cept nobody
asked me to be in the program, they volunteered for me.... still, gave me
a nice nickname."
"We're planning on hiding out here until we think of the next
course of action," said Jean,"You have to realize that being told you're
not supposed to exist can be fairly disconcerting."
Logan suddenly sniffed the air, his eyes widening.
"Damn! Coming from downwind!" he growled,"Run!"
Jean and Scott didn't hesitate, but instantly broke in
the direction Logan was moving in. A burst of lava shot from the ground
in front of them, then behind them, then all around them, cutting them
off from each other and leaving them no place to go.
"HALT!" roared a voice,"You are trespassing on Canadian soil! You
will surrender without resistance or as members of Alpha Flight and
under the authorization of the American/Canadian Trade Negotiation, we
will execute you!"
"Now," muttered Logan to himself,"Now the fun begins."
He unsheathed his claws.
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Department H.
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"Check this one out," said the guard, looking into the tube
where the woman floated in a green fluid, breathing through an oxygen
mask and apparently unconscious.
The other guard sauntered up and whistled appreciatively, the
woman wore panties but nothing else, her dark skin - tinged green
by the fluid - seemed to have a light sheen. Her breasts were large
and firm, the nipples erect.
"Man, she sure is pretty," said the second guard, his red and
black metallic costume meant his erection was trapped, which didn't stop
him from flexing it and making it jump.
"Forget the face, check out those titties, sure wish she wasn't
wearing any panties."
"You men, go back to your patrols!" cried a short, rotund man
in a white coat, approaching them.
"Yes sir, Dr Huxley," said the guards and went on their way.
Huxley glanced up at the woman, she was incredibly attractive,
she'd caught his eye immediately when they'd been placing her and the
others in the sleeper tubes.
He glanced at the number at the base of the tube, number 15-A,
that meant she was...? His mind checked through the files he had
painstakingly memorized.
"Arlette Truffaut," he finally said, getting it,"Registered as
an epsilon-class mutant to keep her out of the trade deals with Apocalypse,
actually Beta-class, we're attempting to genetically upgrade her to
Alpha Class," he snorted, it seemed ironic, since she was being
groomed to be a member of Alpha Flight, and her position in the tube made
her part of Beta Flight,"Her powers are hyper-strong suggestion triggered
via tactile contact."
He sighed, there would be no fun with her, one touch and she could
take his mind over.
- A pity, - he thought to himself, then walked away.
And in the sleeper tubes, Arlette's eyes opened halfway, staring
at Huxley with a slight smile on her face, then her eyes closed again.
-
"Okay Heather," said James MacDonald 'Mac' Hudson - Guardian,"Lower
the lava streams, but be ready to bring them back up."
Heather Hudson - Vindicator - nodded and concentrated,
the circuitry in her green and white battlesuit was imbedded into her
nerve endings (although it was detachable at a mental command from
her) responded and the lava streams lowered.
"Right," started Guardian, then his eyes widened, there was no one
in there!
"Where are they!" he roared.
"They are there," murmured Shaman, closing his eyes,"But they are
hidden from our minds," he pointed at a grouping of trees that looked
no different from any other in the forest,"There."
Trusting Shaman, Guardian roared for Sasquatch, who leaped into
the air with a thrust of his powerful leg muscles. Landing by the trees
he lashed out with his claws. Before Alpha Flight's startled eyes the
three figures reappeared as if from nowhere.
Figuring it was useless to continue the pretense, Jean had dropped
their psionic cloak and now they prepared to fight.
Alpha Flight consisted of Guardian, Vindicator, Puck, Sasquatch,
Shaman, Radius and Madison Jeffries. They were the elite of Clark's
para-human defense force for Canada, they had never had a chance to
take on Alpha Class Mutants before and were looking forward to
the challenge, until they saw who it was.
"Logan!" cried Puck,"What are you doing back in this part of the
woods, eh?"
"That's Prelate Summers," muttered Guardian,"And he definitely
shouldn't be here.
"What does it matter," replied Radius who, as the youngest and
newest member of Alpha, was the most brash,"It's seven against three."
"300 Spartans held back the entire Persian army at Thermopylae,"
replied Sasquatch, eyeing the three from his position next to
them warily,"Superior numbers don't always win the day."
"Eugene," said Logan with a smile,"Don't tell me you're still
working for Clark, I figgered you would have hit out for Fiji by now,
you always wanted to go there."
Puck, a midget with exceptional acrobatic and fighting abilities,
smiled sadly,"Didn't hear, eh? Fisk wiped out Fiji in a trade war, it's
a blasted wasteland in the middle of the ocean now. Still, Fisk died
not so long after, maybe I'll go live in Tonga one day."
"What are we going to do here?" growled Radius in disbelief. His
name was Jared Corbo and he had a personal forcefield which he was incapable
of bringing down. He couldn't touch anyone or be touched which probably
had something to do with his obnoxious, overconfident manner,"Fight or
chat?"
End Part 12/37
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