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Age Of Onslaught
Part 15/37
Warren Worthington III opened the door, blanched and tried to
close it on their faces.
A strong wind blew up out of nowhere and forced it open, Warren
staggered back, his wings unfolding and opening up tight, beating back
against the wind to keep from being blown away.
The X-Men entered and closed the door behind them, Warren could
swear that Iceman was still managing to look smug even without a mouth.
He'd been woken by one of his bouncers, telling him that someone
was at the backdoor, a codeword for the old sewer entrance into his
club's - Heaven - bowels, the basement where he stored refugees who paid
him enough to get his protection. He'd come down to see who it was,
possibly LeBeau, although he hadn't seen the Cajun since he'd come through
from Westchester a few years ago.
But them, Rogue's squad! If anyone discovered he had a link to
Rogue, a former member of Magnus' Brotherhood, then he'd lose all the
protection he'd bought over the years.
"Get out of here," he whispered harshly,"I can't help you, just
get the hell out of Heaven."
"Some Guardian Angel, huh kid?" muttered Abyss darkly to Teresa,
who'd been staring at Warren in awe.
"You do not understand," said Storm calmly, her eyes white orbs
with no color. Warren could not help but be slightly intimidated by
her,"We have nowhere else to go, and you will help us or we will bring
your little slice of Heaven down around your ears.... on top of you."
Warren tried to be defiant, but he knew this particular bunch
of mutants not only had the means, but the will to do what they threatened.
"Shit," he muttered finally, then smiled brilliantly,"Come on in
friends, take a load off."
-
The Beast typed wildly, accessing the personal security systems
that he'd had installed secretly in case something like this had ever
happened.
He set up a screening field that would block out the frequencies
of the teleporters (except his own personal one), he'd also set up a
series of boobytraps and lasers which would take apart any number of
Infinites and Mutants. He'd put in null-fields specifically designed
to neutralise his compatriots in Factor-X.
Finally he finished and sighed in relief.
Then the screen of the monitor behind him, registering that
Sinister's files were finally accessed, twisted, rolled, turned to static
and then returned, with Sinister's face on it.
"McCoy," he said, his voice flat, his eyes emotionless.
"Eh?" The Beast twisted about and stared in shock at Sinister.
"Did you think I wouldn't be aware of your blundering, clumsy
attempts to access my files?" asked Sinister, stroking his goatee,"I
planned to reveal this to you privately anyway, admonish you and let the
status quo remain... but you caught me at a bad time.... my children are
dead and you've annoyed me."
- Cyclops and Havok, The Prelates Summers, - thought The Beast,
trying to come up with an angle he could play, a way to save his gray-furred
hide.
"You can't talk your way out of this," said Sinister,"I installed
a security system of my own, a mutant hybrid of my own design, one I
created to adapt and change to deal with any superpowered individual it
came into contact with. You'd have been fascinated McCoy, I based its
DNA pattern of samples I took from Calvin Rankin - The Mimic - and it
will adapt to any mutant it fights... it proved a little dangerous because
when it came in contact with multiple targets it became.... dangerous....
still, since you've so kindly shut yourself off from the world, that
shouldn't be a problem."
A false smile crossed Sinister's lips,"Goodbye, McCoy."
The wall behind the monitors opened up and a rasping noise issued
from within, Sinister spoke again.
"Sugarman, deal with the threat," the monitor went blank, The Beast
was left alone.
From the shadows of the now revealed room stepped a hunchbacked,
malformed figure. It's had no chest or waist, just a giant head with
arms sticking out the side and small, stubby legs. It's mouth was huge,
it's eyes uneven, a large forked tongue licked across it's face.
"McCoy...." it whispered, it's eyes greedily looking over it's
much larger target (meal?).
Despite it's small size, standing only about five feet tall,
it was obviously a valid threat. As he watched it's arms and legs seemed
to grow larger, it's head swelling... it was adapting to McCoy's presence.
"Come then," said McCoy with false bravado,"If you think that I'll
be an easy mark, you're sadly mistaken."
Behind McCoy, a pink glow diffused the room, burned bright and
faded, Deadpool appeared behind McCoy.
"What?" muttered Beast,"I thought I shut out the teleporters?"
"Yeah, whatever Beastie Boy," said Deadpool,"I got a personal
teleporter and.... what in the name of Blind Alfred's unmentionables is
that supposed to be?"
Sugarman was clutching it's head, moaning as it dealt with the
intrusion of this new threat - it wasn't a mutant but it had mutant
powers.
"That is hardly the point, Pale Rider," said The Beast,"The point
is that with that teleporter we could...."
"Forget that shit," growled Deadpool,"I wanna know what the hell
that thing is supposed to be? Don't tell me, the fourth Hanson?"
Suddenly The Sugarman began to swell and grow, screeching in pain
as it did so. It became larger and larger, growing bigger than McCoy,
swelling out as it swelled up.
"Oh my..." started Deadpool.
"....bells and whistles," finished The Beast.
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Factor X 6.
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Northstar frowned when the alarm registered.
[Alert! Alert! Unauthorised Presence! Dead Man Wade has performed
an illegal teleportation!]
He'd returned from Chicago to use the better resources at Sinister's
Manhattan Lab, trying to find a way to locate Weapon X, Jean Grey and the
mysterious other Scott Summers.
"Computer," he muttered, not looking up from his monitors,"Verify
Dead Man Wade's presence... he's supposed to be in Westchester with
Holocaust."
[Genetic scanning.... 99.9% probability that Unauthorised teleporter
is Wade Wilson, aka Dead Man Wade.]
"Location?"
[35th floor, Dr McCoy's lab.]
"Then let McCoy deal with it," he muttered to himself.
The monitor flickered and shifted, his data stream disappeared
and Sinister's face replaced it.
"Sir?" he asked, surprised.
"Northstar," said Sinister,"I have a job for you."
-
"Karen," muttered Robbie,"He's on his way, are you ready for this?"
Karen Page nodded, staring grimly out through the energy screen
holding her here in the pen with so many other humans. Beside her was a
man who had kept their hope alive for so long, his name was Robbie Robertson,
he was a black man in his mid-fifties who'd brought them together and
made them feel like a family.
She'd come to him with the idea after hearing some Rook's joking
about something that had happened to a Rook called Guthrie. He'd been
against it at first but she'd brought him around to it finally, now she
only hoped that it would work.
The humans responded quickly when Robbie gave the signal, sliding
under the thin material of the blankets, huddling up close for warmth
and pretending to be asleep.
"Good luck, Karen," said Robbie quietly, then he too slid under
his blanket.
Northstar rounded the corner and entered the holding room, walking
with purpose towards the other end.
He'd made it halfway down when he realized that there was one
single human standing at the energy screens, staring at him.
He turned about, he was taken aback by the intense look in her
eyes as she stood there, not moving. But there wasn't the usual hate
or fear in her eyes that he saw there, but rather a strange mixture of
hope and anxiety.
"Interesting," he muttered, then began to continue on his way.
He was almost to the corridor when something made him look back. She was
still staring at him, and now there was a small smile on her lips, she
raised one hand and beckoned for him to come over.
Her manner surprised and intrigued him, she wasn't beseeching him
to wander over, rather she was confident, as if she wasn't the one in the
Pen, he was.
He walked over, purely out of curiosity, the human had him
intrigued.
"What?" he asked her through the energy screen, he could hear her
and she could hear him fine, it was just that nobody could physically
make it over.
"I want out of here," she said.
"No shit," he replied.
"But I'm different...."
"All you humans think you're different, that because of who you
are, because of your individuality you deserve to live," he sighed, she
was no different from all the others after all,"The maxim we all live under
is Survival Of The Fittest, if you've got what it takes to survive, you
do, if you don't..... you don't."
He turned to walk away, but she stopped him.
"I'm different, I'm fit, I have the skill to survive, and you
will help me."
He turned and looked at her, smiling slightly,"I will? You certainly
act the role well, but if you were fit then you wouldn't be in that cell,
would you?"
"You'll let me out, because in return I'll do something for you,"
she said to him, staring directly in his eyes. They were large and soulful,
men had drowned in those eyes in the past.... before Apocalypse that was.
His smile had faded, his look had become like that of someone in
a trance. He leaned forward and she did the same, their faces were only
a couple of inches apart, seperated only by the energy screen.
"I can make you feel things you've never felt before," she whispered
to him, she reached up and grabbed the thin material of the prisoner uniform
she wore and tore it, revealing one breast,"Just let me out."
Northstar's eyes had widened slightly, now his gaze moved to the
control panel on one of the support struts that the energy screen passed
through. He had only to reach out and push the appropriate button and
the screen would drop long enough for her to come out.
"Go on," she said,"Open it, turn the screen down for a second and
let me make you feel better than you ever have."
His hand reached up and moved towards the panel, his eyes never
leaving hers.
Crouched under his blanket, Robbie felt hope rise up within his
chest. He and all the other prisoners were poised to break as soon as
the screen dropped, Karen's plan was working!
Northstar's hand reached the panel, hesitated for a second. Karen's
eyes looked hopefully into his, she mouthed at him to let the screen down,
to let it down. He pushed the button and it happened.
The electronic screech sounded inside the confines in the energy
screen, the humans inside screamed and clutched their ears, rolling
about and screaming. Karen fell back, crying out in pain, her eyes still
staring into Northstar's, but now in hurt surprise.
And his eyes, they were alight with a sadistic pleasure as he
watched the humans roll about, crying for mercy.
"Weaklings," he muttered,"None of you are fit."
He switched off the screech and turned to walk away, ignoring the
moaning and cries for help from the humans. He stopped and looked back
over his shoulder at Karen.
"Nice try, darling," he said,"But I'm immune to your kind of
persuasion... you would have had more luck sending him," he pointed at
Robbie, then turned about and walked away, laughing.
-
"Hi boys," Aurora had said, surprising The Bedlam Brothers who
had just returned from a night at Warren Worthington's Heaven. She'd
been lying naked on the couch, her legs spread wide and revealing the
pink innerfolds of her pussy, standing out amongst her snow white skin.
Her large breasts rested firmly on her chest, her erect nipples pointing
right at Terence and Jesse,"How about we discuss how you're going to vote
with Sinister?"
Terence and Jesse had turned to look at each other, smiles crossing
their features.
"Come to canvas the electorate?" asked Terence, the 'older' of the
brothers, stroking his goatee.
"She wants to poll her constituents," returned Jesse.
"Just get your asses over here!" she commanded, smiling.
"Mad with power," Terence noted to Jesse, who nodded solemnly.
"But what can we do?" Jesse questioned,"She has the power,"
"Then we are powerless," Terence agreed.
Their course of action agreed, they began stripping off.
Jesse held onto one of Aurora's spread-open legs with one hand
while the other gripped onto his long cock.
"Are all you black men so big?" she asked, staring at Jesse's
long, thick cock with wide eyes.
"You'll find out soon enough," said Terence with a grin. standing
at the other end of the couch, wearing only boxershorts, a large bulge
apparent.
"Here we go," laughed Jesse, then holding onto his cock he began
to slowly guide it into the velvety, warm tightness of his Factor X
team-mates pussy.
"Yes!" he growled as he felt her snatch giving way before his
large cock,"You are fucking tight!"
"Fuck waiting," Terence said as he watched Aurora's cunt swallow
his brothers cock,"Here!"
He pulled his boxers down and his large cock sprang to attention,
he twisted around and scooted over her face, resting his muscular ass
on her large tits. He grabbed his cock and pushed it towards her mouth.
She was more than willing, she opened her mouth wide and took it
in, getting as much of his big cock into her mouth as she could. As that
happened she was getting Jesse's cock stuffed as deep into her cunt as he
could get it, cramming every last inch into her eager pussy.
Terence slowly moved his ass back and forth, pushing his cock
forward into Aurora's mouth, feeling her warm, wet oral orifice around
his meat as she sucked him off.
Jeanne-Marie Baubier lay naked on the couch, sucking on Terence's
cock as she pounded her ass back to meet Jesse's thrusts. Her cunt was
sucking every inch it could into herself, her pussywalls clasping down on
his meat like a hot, wet vice, not wanting to let go of his dick for even
a second.
With the vigor of youth, Jesse was slamming into her like a machine
piston, his hips slamming backwards and forwards faster and faster, one arm
gripping her curved hip while the fingers of the other ground into her
clit. He pumped his cock back and forth inside the hot mutants pussy with
fast, hard strokes, his cock sliding in and out of her deliciously tight
little snatch.
"Yeah!" he moaned,"You're so tight, I love fucking you! I'm gonna
fuck you raw and hard.
Jeanne Marie moaned around Terence's cock as she felt the friction
in her cunt building up higher and higher. Jesse's thick cock was pulling
her cuntlips out everytime he pulled back, then slamming them back in
with each forward thrust.
Her tongue was sliding and caressing Terence's cock inside her
mouth. The pleasure had gotten to be so much for him that he'd gotten
up onto his knees (placed on either side of her head) and he'd hunched
over her face, slamming his cock in and out of her mouth, facefucking
her faster and faster.
Jesse's hips were making a smacking noise each time they
slammed against Aurora's. He rammed faster and faster, feeling the
cum boiling up from within his balls, up into his long shaft as he fucked
her tight slit. He released her clit and grabbed both her hips, slamming
forward faster and faster, pulling her down everytime he pushed forward.
"YEAH! YEAH! FEEL'S SO FUCKING GOOD!" he moaned, fucking her
tight cunt with eager, reckless abandon.
Suddenly Jeanne Marie pulled her mouth away from Terence's cock
and twisted her head to the side. She arched her back up and her feet
shot out as far as they could go, the muscles locking in place as her
orgasm hit.
Jesse's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt her cunt grip
down tighter than it ever had before. He had to struggle to continue to
fuck her cunt, slamming it in and out of her now incredibly tight cunt.
He gave up after several strokes, her jerking, shaking body was just too
much for him. Instead he just rammed forward and pressed every last
inch of his cock as deep into her gushing quim as he could, his base
of his shaft grinding against her black pubic hair.
"SHIT!" cried Jesse, continuing to grind his cock against her
cunt,"THIS IS IT! I'M CUMMING!"
Every muscle in his body seized up, every muscle locking into
place and turning him into a living statue... and then it released as
his cum broke free and burst into her cunt, shooting up her vagina.
With a groan he fell backwards off the couch, his large cock
grudgingly pulling free of her tight snatch with a slurping sound. He
fell onto his ass and collapsed in a heap on the floor, moaning and groaning,
breathless from his exertions.
Aurora's eyes were glazed over with lust, her arms pressed between
her legs, pushing her big tits together and making them look even larger
than they really were. Her mouth was once more wrapped around Terence's
cock and she sucked happily on his black meat
The taller, stronger and dominant brother, Terence, reached
down and grabbed her head in his hands, reveling in the feeling of
having her warm, wet mouth around his dick.
"Yeah! that's it, baby," he moaned, pushing her head forward
and then back again, holding onto either side of her face and facefucking
the beautiful Canadian - a 'traitor' to her country and an asset to
Apocalypse - faster and faster,
It didn't take much longer, Terence wasn't interesting in making
this last longer, he just wanted to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow
it. The magnificent feeling of her moist mouth around his cock, sliding
in and out of her oral orifice and facefucking her while she masturbated
her just fucked cunt was driving him wild.... he could feel it cumming,
could feel his cum building up and building up and no matter how long
he tried to hold it back, to extend the feeling he couldn't hold it and
this was it and he was going to cum going to cum going to cum....
"Guh!" he grunted and shot my cum against the back of her mouth
and down her throat.
He held her face in place for a few seconds more, savoring the moist
warmth of her mouth, and he made a couple of small, unnecessary thrusts
before pulling out of her and falling back as well, his cock glistening
with saliva from her mouth.
After a few minutes she spoke, albeit a little breathlessly.
"So? Can I rely on your endorsement?"
"Baby," moaned Terence,"All I can say is hail to the chief!"
-
Deadpool lifted his gun and fired, the energy beam hit
the monstrosity, but seemed to have no affect. In fact it almost seemed
as if the thing smiled.
"Incredible," said The Beast, looking up at the hideous sack of
flesh that took up nearly half the room now,"It's mass is increasing, it
must be puffing up with some kind of gas, it can't just create flesh
where there was none.... unless the late Dr Pym's research was correct..."
"Yeah, sure," snapped Deadpool,"How do we kill it?"
"We can't.... at least not alone," McCoy said after a second,"It's
based on The Mimic's DNA, it adapts to mutants... and also superpowered
beings it seems. As I recall, your healing factor is artificially derived?"
"Damn," muttered Deadpool, then he reached down and touched
something on his belt, there was a pink glow and he disappeared.
"NO!" cried McCoy,"Take me with you!"
A second later the Merc-With-A-Mouth returned, and looked rather
put out by the fact.
"What? I was supposed to be out of New York."
"Of course," The Beast said, avoiding a swipe from one of the
now incredibly long, skinny arms of The Sugarman, sticking out of the
gaseous, bloated body of the huge abomination,"We're locked out of the
teleporters, and Sinister also put up a field throughout the tower to
bounce back personal teleportation signals.... you're trapped with me
Dead Man Wade."
"Names Deadpool," replied Wade,"I can still get of off this floor."
"With me," said The Beast, leaping out of the way of one of the
arms and grabbing Wade's arm,"I can make it worth your while."
"We'll see," said Wade,"But none of this touchy-feely stuff okay,
I'm not into that kind of thing."
They disappeared into a pink glow.
The Sugarman hesitated, then it's giant, distorted face broke
into a hideous smile.
Then it began to force it's huge, bloated mass up and down,
adding tension and pressure to the strained floors, trying to break
it's way down into the lower levels.
End Part 15/37
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