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Uncanny X-Men : Evolution 1.
It had been an hour since Dunac left the three beautiful women
alone in the room. They were trapped in a prison with no bars, their
own minds keeping them from passing a certain point on the floor unless
a certain requirement was met.
They had to desperately want and need to have sex with Dunac.
An hour ago they had thought him mad, especially when he'd gritted
his teeth and strained his body till sweat poured from his glands. He'd
told them that he'd released a pheromone onto the ground and into the air
which was supposed to drive them wild with desire.
An hour ago.
Now Jean sat huddled up on one of the three mattresses, still
naked, clutching her knees to her chest in a vain attempt to hide her
nudity. Her skin was flushed, her breath was becoming harder to come
by as she tried desperately to control it and kept growing closer to
dangerously hyperventilating. Her nipples were hard and erect against
her legs, aching with desire, to be licked, sucked, felt, twisted and
rubbed. She shook her head to clear it, and wished that her vagina
wasn't itching with a need that could be sated, her shaven lips
glistening as her juices gathered despite her minds protests.
Storm was set into a classic meditative posture, her legs forming
a triangle, feet clasped firmly together, arms at her sides and thumb
and forefinger touching. Her eyes were closed and she appeared calm
enough, although Jean had no idea what was going through the Weather
Goddess’s mind. Jean had tried to meditate but had been unable to
drag her eyes away from Storm's pussy, which was on full display as a
result of her meditative position. She also couldn't help but notice
that Storm's own breasts were erect and her pussy was glistening with
her own juices, but her breathing was calm and even and her face seemed
serene enough. Jean wished she could attain that same inner calm, but
with her telepathy blocked, she felt cut off from herself, like one
of her senses had been taken, almost like her sight or her hearing. She
felt crippled without it.
It also didn't help her state of mind that Jubilee refused to
calm down at all.
The young mutant beauty was stalking up and down the room, her
voice a steady, constant noise in the room as she tried desperately to
come to terms with this situation. She spun about and stalked to the
other side of the room, her plump breasts bouncing on her chest as she
did so, her sweaty thighs sliding against each other, the small little
rectangle of trimmed pubic hair over her shaven cuntlips moving up and
down as she walked. She threw her arms in the air in frustration as she
reached the other wall and twisted about, presenting her ass to Jean
now, her two firm buttcheeks moving against each other as she stormed
to the other side of the room.
"I can't believe this, I can't fucking believe this!" Jubilee
cried for what must have been the millionth time that hour,"This shit
doesn't happen to us, we're X-Men, or we were at least...."
She spun about, tits bouncing, and strode towards the other
wall again. A sheen of sweat covered her entire body, making it glisten
and shine, her breasts rose and fell hypnotically in Jean's gaze. The
redhead found her gaze drawn again and again to the eighteen year olds
plump tits, her bald snatch, her beautiful face, her grinding asscheeks,
her firm.....
Jean shook her head, pulling her hand away from her breast,
where it had been straying, and tried desperately to quell her body's
burning desire. How could her own body betray her like this, and as
a result her mind as well? Surely it couldn't be as simple as pheromones,
could it? She was a thinking being, not an animal.
Then again, if she wasn't a thinking being, she would have been
all over Jubilee by now.
"I CAN'T FUCKING STAND IT ANYMORE!!" screamed Jubilee suddenly,
and dropped to the ground,"MY FUCKING CUNT IS BURNING UP!!"
Jean finally realized, as she should have much earlier, that
Jubilee had been desperately trying to walk and talk off the incredible
sexual energy being built up in her body. For well over an hour now
she had succeeded, but she had finally snapped.
"FUCK!" screamed Jubilee, spreading her legs wide and thrusting
her hands between her legs, her fingers squirming their way into her
boiling twat,"FUCK!"
Jean had never seen Jubilee like this, and watching the other
woman desperately masturbate herself in an effort to quell the
unquenchable flame in her crotch was beginning to affect the beautiful
redhead as well.
Her own pussy cried out in a jealous rage at the sight of Jubilee
actually doing something about hers, as if this meant it was all right,
that now she COULD do something.
"Oh fuck, of fuck, ohfuckohfuck!" cried Jubilee, humping her
cunt up against her fingers,"It's not enough, oh fuck it's not enough!"
She actually snapped at the air in her frustration, drool running
down her chin as she dragged herself up and rushed to the empty bed,
thrusting one corner of the wooden frame between her thighs and humping
her cunt against the bed.
Jean moaned audibly, her nipples aching in frustration her pussy
screaming for attention, her clit erect and throbbing in desperate desire.
"Jubilee, stop," she whispered, losing her voice slightly,"Please,
stop."
Jubilee turned a haunted look in Jean's direction,"I can't, oh
fuck, I can't! Jean, please, help me!"
Jean hopped off of her bed and pulled Jubilee from the bedcorner,
embracing her and trying her best to sooth her. She ran her fingers
through the younger mutant's black hair, trying her best to ignore the
feeling of Jubilee's tits pressing underneath her own, the heat that
seemed to be radiating from both of their desperate cunts.
"Shhh, shhh," she whispered,"Just... just calm down."
Jubilee grabbed Jean's ass and firmly cupped her buttcheeks,
squeezing them.
"Jubilee!" gasped Jean, pulling away in shock, even as her cunt
sent a jolt of pleasure throughout her lap.
"Please!" whispered Jubilee in desperation, and kissed the shocked
redhead, forcing her tongue down the other woman's mouth.
Jean forced Jubilee away and stepped back, leaving the younger
girl standing still in shock and fear, she wanted, no! she needed to get
some kind of gratification and Jean was the only available source right
now, as Storm seemed to have detached herself from them both.
"Let's just think this through, Jubilee," Jean whispered, forcing
her breathing to calm and succeeding, for the moment,"We're currently
in a no-win situation, but that doesn't mean we just have to surrender
and let this Dunac win."
"I... uh! don't understand!?" cried Jubilee, once more thrusting
her hands between her legs.
"This Dunac wants us to be doing this, fulfilling some kind of
sick sexual fetish he has. And right now we're at a disadvantage, we
can't deny the sexual tension being forced on us, but we don't have to
surrender to it. We just need to relieve it."
"Relieve it?" asked Jubilee, not knowing what she meant, just
desperate to quell the burning desire in her pussy.
Jean sighed, lowering her head slightly, then sat down on her
bed and patted her thigh.
"Sit down on my lap, I'll do my best to relieve your tensions,
if we just make it a mechanical thing, just an inconvenience, then we
don't play Dunac's sick little game and he doesn't get what he wants
from us, and once we've relieved our tensions, we can try to think more
clearly of a way to get out of this hellhole."
.... hellhole."
Dunac chuckled, watching what was happening the room far below
his present location via a Viewing Crystal given to him by The Mental
Discipline. He didn't know how it worked, and he didn't care, he just
liked the images it let him see.
"Master?"
Dunac grunted, not wanting to take his gaze from the engrossing
image of the three naked mutant woman before him.
"Master?" repeated The Fellow, who knew his place since Dunac
was one of The First. But he also was an arrogant, smug and superior
bastard who hated acting subservient.
"What?" snapped Dunac, turning to face The Fellow, who despite
his own superiority complex could sense the immense power emanating from
one of the very First of The Fellowship Of The Physical Discipline.
"You asked to be told, Master, the moment the telepathic alarm
went off."
"Ahhh yes," hissed Dunac happily,"Give it to me."
Yet another of the crystals of The Mental Discipline was handed
to Dunac by The Fellow, opened to the image of Scott and Jean's kitchen,
in which stood four mutants, two of them men and of no interest to Dunac
unless he cared to prove his superiority over them, and two exceptionally
beautiful women.
"Their names?"
"Master?"
"What are the women's names, fool!" snapped Dunac angrily, his
mind already feverishly running over all the things he could do with the
two women.
"Ahhhh, the purple haired one is Psylocke, real name Elizabeth
Braddock, the one with the white highlight is Rogue, real name unknown."
"Rogue, Psylocke," chuckled Dunac,"Delicious."
He went back to watching Jean, Ororo and Jubilee on the other
crystal, his unspoken order clear. All of his Followers were to be ready
to face Rogue, Psylocke and the two men when they came, all so Dunac
could have two more women for his steadily growing harem.
"Delicious," repeated Dunac with a quiet chuckle.
Jubilee had practically leaped into Jean's lap, and now she
moaned and gasped for more as the other woman felt up her tight little
snatch. The redheads arm was snaked around her waist and down between
her legs, her hand cupping the other woman's cuntmound, fingers probing
up between her cuntlips.
Despite Jean's admonishment that this be 'mechanical and
sterile', both women were becoming increasingly aroused by the sexual
encounter. The fire in Jubilee's cunt seemed to accept masturbation as
a substitute for real cock as long as it was someone else's hands doing
the masturbating. It also helped that she was attracted to Jean anyway,
before all this had even occurred, and now the feel of the sexy redheads
fingers sliding in and out of her tight cunt while her other hand squeezed
and groped the young mutants tits was driving Jubilee crazy.
The young Gen-X'er mashed her tight ass back against Jean's own
pussy, sending wild thrills through Jean's body which she pretended not
to notice. The pretty young woman had always struck Jean as
being particularly attractive, although she'd never thought of her in
a sexual way before now.
She tried to pretend it was nothing, that she wasn't getting
off on this. She tried to pretend that she was just trying to keep Dunac
from getting at Jubilee, whom she still considered an innocent young
girl. She still had no idea that Jubilee and Storm had been fucking
each other just before being captured by Dunac's men, and she certainly
wouldn't have thought it from the detached way that Storm was acting,
like she wasn't affected at all.
Jubilee was riding her ass back and forth, up and down against
Jean's cunt, driving the redhead wild with desire, which Jean
was desperately trying to ignore. She bit her lower lip and half closed
her eyes, trying desperately to quell the desire to nibble at the younger
woman's neck, to turn her around, spread her legs and eat out her tight
little twat, to ride Jubilee's face and cum in her mouth, feeling the
hot young mutants tongue sliding up between her own bald cuntlips as she
squealed in pleasure and....
With a surprised gasp, Jean came, her juices exploding out over
Jubilee's tight little ass, her hips thrusting up against the young
mutants butt. Her hands clenched tightly onto Jubilee's tit and cunt
respectively, her palm rubbing firmly against Jubes' clitoris as she
pressed her tits firmly against Jubilee's back.
"Oh Jean!" cried Jubilee, and came herself, her juices bursting
out over Jean's squirming, probing fingers. She drove her ass back firmly
against Jean's orgasming cunt, her back squashing Jean's large tits
as the redhead felt up Jubilee's with her free hand, her fingers playing
with the Gen-X'ers erect nipples.
As both women wound down their orgasms, they turned to face each
other, their sexual need muted but nowhere near extinguished. Dunac's
pheromones were a constant presence and the effects were cumulative,
they could knock back the effect for a brief amount of time, but they
could never stop it increasing.
And neither of them really cared at this point.
Both women leaned in and kissed each, their tongues
running between each other's lips. Jean continued to slide her fingers
in and out of Jubilee's tight little cunt with one hand while the other
squeezed and massaged her plump, medium sized breasts. Jubilee continued
to hump her ass back against Jean's steaming pussy, squashing Jean's
tits against her back.
Neither noticed the now intense look of concentration on Storm's
face or the heavy sheen of sweat running over her body as she desperately
tried to ignore the two sexually possessed mutant women.
Gambit, Psylocke, Rogue and Angel stepped from the shadows out
into the corridor.
"Where are we?" asked Angel, looking about,"An office building
or a castle?"
The corridor they were standing in was half old stone set into
walls and half wood paneling with bulletin boards set into it, with
messages pinned to the board with messages about such varied things as
carpooling, numbers for office temps and funny cartoons about Dilbert.
"Mebbe both, non?" muttered Gambit, standing at the point where
the stone blocks gave way to wood panels and the smooth, linoleum floors
became a different kind of substance, like lino but different,"Seems t'
me dat dese two materials be merged, not separated."
"How is that possible?" asked Psylocke, stepping forward to
look at the wall, where she saw that the stone blocks did indeed seem
to be combined with the more conventional wood.
"Oh, we never asked The Mental Discipline how they do it," chuckled
a new voice, causing the four former X-Men to spin about,"We're really
not in the metaphysical or all that good junk."
Standing in the corridor, only five feet away from their location,
stood two men like those in the mental vision of The Avengers defeat. They
were tall, blond and dressed in authentic looking togas complete with
golden claps set around their waists. Their muscular arms and legs belied
how they could have possibly appeared so close and yet being unheard by
one of the best Thieves in the world and one of the best ninjas.
"Dese be De New Humanity, den?" asked Gambit, his hand pressed
firmly against one of the large stones,"Look like some Frat kids from a
kegger t' me."
"It can't even speak correctly," chuckled one of The Fellows
Of The Physical Discipline,"Slime like this are the reason
The Old Humanity need to be culled and subjugated."
"Tsk, tsk," muttered Psylocke, rolling her eyes at Angel and
Rogue,"Obviously they've never heard of ethnic sensitivity, should we
teach them a lesson, luv?"
"Sounds like a plan, dear," replied Angel with a grin showing
confidence that he didn't feel.
"Idiots, don't even know when they're strategically
outmaneuvered," observed the second Fellow,"Three of them need open
spaces to fight their best, the fourth is of no consequence."
"That better not mean me, sugah," said Rogue with a dangerous
smile,"I ain't just a pretty face."
"You boys go'n talk all day, or we go'n fight?" asked Gambit,
also smiling.
"Fine," laughed the first Fellow, then bowed slightly,"I am
Kurst, this is my Fellow, Urn."
"Your fellow?" asked Gambit,"Young love, eh?"
"Funny," replied Kurst, no humor evident on his face,"Are you
ready to face defeat, monkey?"
"Sure am," replied Gambit,"But first, you know what de funny
t'ing about fighting a buncha guys who fight best in an open space in
an enclosed space is?"
"No," sighed Urn, rolling his eyes,"What?"
"Dey always gotta go opening dat enclosed space right on up."
Gambit pulled his hand from the stone, which he'd been steadily
building with kinetic energy throughout the entire conversation. He
leaped backwards, Psylocke and Angel quickly following as Rogue leaped
between them and The Fellows. The stone block exploded, ripping a huge
chunk in the weaker wood paneling around it, which the four former
X-Men quickly leaped through.
Kurst and Urn swore angrily, then leaped through the hole after
them.
Gambit, Angel, Psylocke and Rogue found themselves in a giant
office, with desks and cubicles everywhere, large glass windows set
along the walls up to about halfway through the huge room, where large
stone blocks and small, glassless windows took over.
"Where the hell are we?" snapped Angel, casting his gaze about
the other side of the office, where desks and cubicles were replaced
by a huge, airy banquet hall with a giant fireplace set at the far end,
with curve stone staircases winding up on either side of the hearth
to a main balcony above it, the entrance to the balcony currently covered
by a large, red tapestry.
With a roar, Kurst and Urn leapt into the room and attacked the
four mutants. Kurst concentrated on Gambit while Urn faced off with
Psylocke, apparently having singled these two out as the most dangerous
opponents.
Eager to prove them wrong, Rogue moved to help Gambit and Angel
to help Psylocke, both flying to either end of the room as their lovers
leaped about gracefully, following just as gracefully by The Fellows,
matching their every move with a frightening symmetry.
Rogue flew up at an extreme velocity, charging straight for
Kurst, who somehow dodged her at the last second. She pulled up to avoid
hitting Gambit, who also rolled away, flinging several kinetically charged
cards at Kurst, hitting him square in the chest.
"Haha!" laughed Remy, then shook his head in disbelief as Kurst
took the blows unharmed, moving through them at an unbelievable pace
towards the Cajun.
Gambit dodged aside from Kurst's first blow, even as Rogue smashed
into the ceiling after having to pull up from her attack. As the brittle
material of the roof fell down around their ears, Kurst swung potentially
lethal blows at Remy, using the side of his hand in a way that left
Gambit sure that Kurst knew what he was doing.
At first Gambit easily dodged each blow, but as he tried to get
some distance between them to launch his own attack, he found to his horror
that he couldn't shake The Fellow. Everywhere that he went, Kurst was
there, his deadly hands swinging and chopping, each one coming closer and
closer to connecting with Gambit's body.
Rogue charged Kurst again, this time from the side. The Fellow
held his ground, then at the last possible moment twisted his
body impossibly and slid beneath the Southerner - who was only three
feet of the ground.
As he slid along the floor, he reached up and grabbed Rogue by
her hips, allowing her to pull him from the ground and carry him along
several meters. As she realized she had missed and that he was clutching
on to her, he released her and somehow landed on his feet, bounding up
to a standing position and launching himself in the opposite direction
to her, smashing into a shocked Gambit.
Before even the winded Cajun could react, Kurst slammed him
several times in the face with powerful blows, knocking the mutant thief
into unconsciousness.
"REMY!" screamed Rogue, forgetting strategy, planning and skill
as a red rage enveloped her. She launched herself at Kurst, meaning to
tear him limb from limb, but he easily sidestepped her and grabbed her
by the back of her hair. She was jerked off of her feet and knocked to
the ground, and almost instantly he was down on his knees by her head,
grabbing the side of her head and slamming it with unimaginable power
into the hard ground, knocking even the powerful Rogue out.
He stood and brushed his hands off, pleased at his own superiority
over these two. He turned around to cast a gaze at his Fellow, wondering
how we was doing. He was disappointed but not surprised to see that
Urn had also dispatched both of his enemies in about the same amount of
time. He stood at the far end of the office/banquet hall,
holding Psylocke in the air, laughing as she tried futilely to form
her psi-blade. Before she realized it was useless, he slammed her against
the stone wall, knocking her out. Beside them, lying inside the fireplace
and also conked out, was Angel, who had obviously flown straight into
the giant hearth after Urn dodged his attack.
"What a stupid power, anyway," Kurst muttered, standing over
Gambit and Rogue's unconscious bodies, he snorted,"Wings, hah!"
They lifted their opponents up over their shoulders and headed
up the different staircases and past the tapestry, taking their conquered
opponents to their 'Master' - Dunac.
"AHHH, YES!" squealed Jubilee,"Do it! Do it! Please!"
The young mutant lay on the floor, legs spread wide and ass lifted
in the air as Jean Grey greedily munched on her shaven cuntlips, which
were spread apart by the fingers on one of the sexy redheads hands, while
the other was between her own legs, frigging her own cunt.
"Come on! Come on!" cried Jubilee, arching her back and pressing
her head firmly into the ground,"I need more! Give me more!"
Jean hungrily sucked on Jubilee's clit as her fingers slid in
and out of the young girls pussy, trying to sate the young woman's deep
need for sex.
"Come on! MORE!" cried Jubilee, her cunt crying for more, her
tits aching, her asshole itching,"Do it to my ass, Jean! Fuck my ass,
come on!"
Jean paused, a little taken aback by this unexpected request,
but also thrilled by it at the same time. She pulled herself to her
knees and grabbed Jubilee under her thighs, lifting the young mutants
legs over her shoulders and staring down at her beautiful, lust contorted
face before reaching down and cupping both her tight, firm
little asscheeks, spreading them apart.
Jubilee hissed with pleasure as she felt Jean's finger press
against the tight rosebud of her anus, already slick with sweat and her
own juices. She'd always enjoyed playing with her ass and loved having
it played with, especially by another woman, and as Jean's finger pressed
firmly against her asshole, applying strong pressure on her tight little
anal passage, she felt her cunt clench tighter than before.
"Yeah, come on, Jean," she hissed,"Finger my asshole, comone
on, I need it!"
Slowly but surely, Jean's finger drove it's way up into Jubilee's
tight little butt, the muscles of her ass relaxing enough to allow the
finger passage.
She let out a long sigh of pleasure as Jean worked her finger
around inside of Jubilee's asshole, getting the muscles in there relaxed
and used to the presence of her finger before pulling it away to the point
of exit, then plunged her finger deep back into her butt.
Jubilee twisted her head back and forth, moaning and groaning
happily as Jean began to saw her finger in and out of the young Gen-X'ers
asshole. Her own hands flung down between her thighs and she began
frigging her own cunt, her plump tits squashed together between her arms
as Jean Grey sawed her finger in and out of the young mutant beauty's
asshole.
"Huh! AH! YES, Finger my ASS!" screamed Jubilee, her hips thrusting
up and down against her hands as she rubbed at her clit with rough,
hard strokes and pressed her other fingers deep into her gushing snatch,
trying everything that she could to hit an orgasm so powerful that she
could fall into an exhausted sleep and forget all about Dunac
and everything else.
Her raised ass humped up and down as Jean fingerfucked
her butthole, driving Jubilee wild but not doing enough.
"Another finger!" she demanded, masturbating her own snatch
roughly as Jean fingered her ass. Jean complied instantly, pushing her
middle finger against Jubilee's asshole and pressing forward, sliding
it up next to the other, which was in to the fingertip right now, allowing
Jean to slide both fingers up into Jubilee's rectum at the same time.
This was enough for Jubilee right now, and she went back to
throwing her head about, her plump breasts jiggling and bouncing about
as she frigged her cunt and threw her ass up at Jean. But despite the
added pleasure, it still wasn't enough to push her over the edge, and
soon she was calling for yet another finger to be pushed up deep into
her bowels.
Jean shook her head, surprised that two fingers was enough, but
moments later she was pressing a third finger up into Jubilee's asshole,
stretching the young woman's rectum to the limit. She sawed her fingers
in and out of Jubilee's tight little butthole, watching excitedly as
the beautiful young mutant frigged herself senseless. She was tossing
her head to and fro, sweat dripping madly from her body as she begged for
more, more, MORE!
"Come on! MORE!" she screamed,"I need more Jean, it's not enough
to do it for me .... UGH! COME ON!!"
Jean was getting more and more worried, her own pleasure had
risen exponentially once she'd gotten into physical contact with Jubilee,
and despite losing her detachment and reserve, her strong mental
conditioning - even without the benefit of her telepathy - kept her from
going over the edge like Jubilee was currently doing.
"IT'S. NOT. ENOUGH!" squealed Jubilee, and suddenly pulled away
from Jean, jumping to her feet with a desperate sob of pleasure,"ALL
RIGHT, YOU FUCKER!!" she screamed at nothing in particular,"I JUST DON'T
GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE, DO IT! GET DOWN HERE AND FUCK MY BRAINS
OUT, I'LL
SUCK YOUR COCK, I'LL TAKE TWO OR THREE OF YOU AT A TIME,
ANYTHING, JUST
PLEASE. FUCK. ME!!!!!"
"Jubilee, no!" gasped Jean, rising to her feet, shocked at the
young mutants sudden snap.
"Quiet, Jean Grey," chuckled Dunac, stepping through the doorway
silently, as if he'd been waiting outside all along,"She has made her
decision, now she will have her wish.
"Oh thank you, yes!" cried Jubilee, crying in relief, she ran
forward and passed the invisible barrier without even flinching. She
grabbed Dunac by the low collar of his yellow tunic and pulled her naked
body close to him,"Please, I need it bad, fuck me, please!"
"But of course, my darling," chuckled Dunac,"Since you asked so
nice and...."
"NO!" snapped an imperious, regal voice that even Dunac took
notice of. He looked over past Jubilee, his eyes widening slightly
at the sight of Ororo Munroe - Storm - standing tall and proud before
her bed, bearing herself as if she wasn't his naked prisoner,"Jubilee
is just a child, you will not violate her like this."
"She looks all grown up to me," chuckled Dunac, cupping one of
the eighteen year old mutant's asscheeks,"Unless you have something
a little more... mature to offer me."
"I do," said Storm haughtily, standing now next to a naked and
concerned Jean Grey,"Release her, and you may have me, however
and whenever you want."
End Uncanny X-Men : Evolution 1.
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