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Iron Man : Evolution 2.
"I will take her myself, here and now," snapped Justin, holding
Firestar up in the air,"The right is mine, by conquest, to do what I want
with her. However, you can win her back by that same right, defeat Stark,
defeat the others we send at you and your Angel is yours again."
He threw her to the ground, lost to sight behind the ornate,
carved railing,"Make your decision now, Vance Astrovik, will you meekly
submit and lose all usefulness to us and watch as we take your woman again
and again?" he stared darkly at Justice, then his voice rose and became
almost wistful,"Or will you fight for her? Prove your manhood and take
her back?"
"Justice, don't listen to him," whispered Tony,"Captain America
must have gotten away or he would be here with us, and we still don't know
where Thor is...."
Vance shook his head, his heart and head torn between what he knew
was right and his desire to protect his fiancee.
"Enough," spat Justin in contempt,"Someone rape the bitch..."
"NO!" screamed Justice, and with a roar leaped onto Tony, knocking
the bruised, battered Avenger to the ground. The Assembled Fellowship
roared in approval as the youngest Avenger found a target for his anger
and frustration, cheering as he landed desperate blow again and again onto
the Billionaire.
"At last," muttered Justin, sitting back down in the cushion set
into the hard, deep stone seat, the arm-rests set high up to give him
a more imposing look. He might not be Leader Of The Physical Discipline,
but he was SpokesMan Of The Conclave, and a certain austerity was a
necessity,"The things it takes to get these cowardly Old Humanity heroes
to fight is tedious."
He cast a glance down at Firestar's naked form and felt a stirring
in his crotch.
"Take her back to my chambers," he ordered one of The Fellows
privileged enough to stand as Attendants To The Conclave,"Prepare her for
my coming."
The Attendant grinned and quickly hauled Firestar up over his
shoulder, carrying the naked Avenger towards the bay where Justin kept
his residence.
Meanwhile, inside the actual Arena itself, Tony backtracked
wildly, trying to keep his balance as Justice swung wildly at him, his
mind closed to any type of reason by the fear of anything happening to his
fiancee... or rather, anything further.
He was so focused on attacking Tony that he didn't see the red and
gold streak bursting across The Arena towards him, although it was noticed
by The Fellows gathered in the seats, who cried out in disbelief at the
impossibility they were seeing.
"Alley Oop!" called out Iron Man, scooping up Justice and Tony
by the arms as he flew between them, shifting his angle of flight and
bursting up into the air, his repulsors firing and sending him flying
away from The Arena and then The Island.
The crowd roared in anger, their entertainment taken from them,
their fun and games ruined. Several Fellows leaped to their feet and
prepared to take flight after the three escaping Avengers, wondering
even as they did so just how Iron Man and Tony Stark could be there at
the same time.
"HOLD!" roared Justin, his voice full of power.
His command stopped them in check for a moment, then they remembered
that he was only Spokesman, not leader, that even though he was The
First Of The Physical Discipline, he was also strangely linked to The
Old Humanity, perhaps because he was The First? In any case, he was not
their leader, they did not have to listen to him.
They moved to go again.
- I said.... HOLD!!!! - roared Justin's voice in their heads, his
mind invading theirs as The Mental Discipline responded to his unspoken
command.
This really did freeze them, the completely unexpected invasion
of their minds stopping them where they stood.
"Now listen to me," Justin said calmly, his voice amplified by
his adaptive body so that the assembled Fellowship all heard him,"They
have escaped, let them go."
A few scattered cries of dissent.
"Give them their false hope," Justin said calmly, his own calmness
having a soothing effect on his Fellows,"It will make the final moment
when we crush their spirits all the sweeter, when The Old Humanity finally
realizes that their time is done our conquest will taste that much better,
because they thought they might win up until the last moment."
He settled down in his seat,"So Stark had a way of contacting
his armor we didn't know of, so what? The Armor is damaged beyond any
kind of worth and even as we speak, Foren has captured his Armory and is
even now destroying The Old Humanity's most vile crutch, technology."
Others nodded their agreement, what Justin said made sense.
"Meanwhile, our Fellows continue to prove their dominance, even
now those victorious champions are enjoying the fruits of their conquests
in The Harem.... the reward for their proof of The New Humanity's total
dominance over The Old."
Some ragged cheers broke out and quickly grew into a chant, giving
The Fellowship a real sense of togetherness, as if they really were a
group working together rather than a disparate grouping of individuals
united only by a chemical compound in their DNA.
"The New!" they cried,"The New! The New! The New! The New!"
Justin smiled and stood from his seat, leaving The
Arena unobtrusively, unnoticed by the now cheering throng. He knew how
this would end, the crowd would become more and more jovial, claims would
be made, challenges accepted and friendly wrestling matches would become
far more serious. The Fellows would battle and fight each other for set
periods of time, their fighting abilities judged by their Fellows to
see who was the better (*) until only a handful remained, who would then
be rewarded with a trip to The Harem by a member of The Conclave, so that
they could celebrate their dominance.
But Justin was beyond all that, he just wanted to head back to
his home, fuck Firestar, send her off to The Harem and meditate upon the
oneness of his body and mind.
And perhaps to also worry slightly about Iron Man's escape.
"Sorry about my tardiness, boss," said Iron Man, flying over
The Mediterranean with Tony held in one arm and Justice in another,"But
as you can see, those bums worked me over pretty well."
"Um... yeah, no problem," muttered Tony, trying to figure out
just what the hell was going on.
"So... you're not Iron Man?" asked Justice, staring over at
Tony's bruised and battered body, feeling extremely guilty about beating
the shit out of The Billionaire who was just a defenseless, 'ordinary'
guy after all.
"No, they were just trying to push your buttons," replied Iron
Man,"Get you to beat up my Boss for their enjoyment."
"ANGEL!" cried Justice, his eyes widening as he remembered his
fiancee, left behind on The Island,"We gotta go back!"
"Calm down, Vance!" cried Tony, as Justice's kicking and
squirming body threatened to unbalance Iron Man's unsteady
flight, hampered by the cracks, dents and buckles in the incredibly
tough armor,"We will go back, but not right away, we have to get prepared
and find allies!"
"But Angel is back there!" cried Vance, his mind closed off to
argument by his fear for his future wife,"Who knows what they're doing
to her!"
Iron Man came up on a deserted beach on a small island and dropped
them all down to the sand. Justice instantly turned and prepared to fly
back in the direction they'd just come from.
"Sorry, kid," said Iron Man, lifting one armored gauntlet and
blasting Vance from behind with a stun blast.
Caught by surprise, Vance Astrovik dropped to the sand, unconscious
for the time being.
"I had to do that," said Iron Man to Tony,"He wasn't going to
listen to any reason from me."
"Fine by me," replied Stark,"All I want to know is, just who the
hell are you?"
Justin sat on his plush, luxurious bed, legs spread with Angelica
Jones kneeling between them. His hands had slid through her smooth,
silken red hair to grip both sides of her beautiful face as she slowly
ran her mouth up and down his shaft.
She was already highly aroused from the pussy-licking The Attendant
had given her, munching on her shaven snatch hungrily to prepare her
for the fucking Justin was going to give her.
His mind was slightly distracted from the hot blowjob he was
getting from the sexy, brand new Avenger. He was concerned that Stark
had somehow had a way to call up his Armor that they had missed.... how
could they miss anything? They were perfect!
But one couldn't concern oneself with such matters for long when
a hot redhead was gobbling on one's crank now, could one? And soon Justin
was forgetting all about Stark, Justice and Iron Man as Firestar's talented
mouth ran up and down his shaft, deepthroating The Spokesman For The
Conclave's cock with happy gurgles.
She ran her tongue broadly up along the underside of his cockshaft,
then moaned in disappointment as he pulled her mouth up off of his cock.
"Don't fill up on snacks, darling," he chuckled,"The main course
is on it's way."
He sighed inwardly, hating having to say ridiculous lines like
that. But the little escapade was being viewed by The Mental Discipline
and recorded for their little viewing crystals for the entertainment of
the Physical Discipline later. Pornography was going to be big in The
New Humanity, and Justin's Fellow's ate up ridiculous lines like that.
Justin stood and lifted Firestar up, putting her down on his bed
and quickly straddling her. Her beautiful face was flushed with
excitement as licked her cheek with his tongue, then ran his mouth down
into the crook of her neck, nuzzling at the connection between neck and
shoulder as he fondled her good sized breasts, pinching at her nipples
expertly.
Angelica groaned in pleasure, Justin kissing down her chest and
beginning to suckle at the warm, white tit-flesh for a few moments before
continuing to run his mouth down her flat waist and finally allowed his
tongue to slid up between her hot, shaven cuntlips and snaked up into
her cunt.
Firestar bit her lower lip with pleasure as Justin held her
cuntlips apart and buried his mouth against her snatch, tongue
sliding into her vagina and caressing the sensitive flesh, glistening with
it's own juices.
Soon The Avenger was so highly aroused that she was right on the
edge of orgasm, which was all that Justin had wanted. Pulling his mouth
from her cunt, he slid up between her legs, cock gripped firmly in hand,
and pressed his prick head against her gaping, pink entrance.
With a slow, driving push, Justin slid his cock fully inside of
Angelica's pussy, burying his meat into her hot, tight cunt. Firestar
moaned in excitement as he ground against her clit, then pulled back to
the point of exit before slamming back in.
She let out excited moans of sexual joy as Justin slapped his
crotch wetly against her cunt, his meat pounded deep inside of her tight,
velvet walls of juicy cuntflesh. He had lowered his body over her as
he began his hard, fucking thrusts into her tight pussy and soon he was
suckling on her breasts again, teeth nibbling erotically on her erect
nipples as his ass slammed up and down, parting her tight cuntlips,
ball slapping against her tight asscheeks as he buried his member deep
into her hot, steaming cunt.
The Fellow kept ramming Firestar's hot little pussy with firm,
hard strokes of his meat, slicing between her cuntlips as her velvet
tightness sucked back on his cock, convulsing and milking his meat as
she came, screaming in pleasure, her tits thrusting up as she arched her
back and threw her head back into the mattress, crotch humping erotically
against Justin's fucking, slamming cock.
With a grunt of pleasure, he rammed deep into Angelica's pussy
and orgasmed, releasing his pent up sperm into her orgasming, flooded
gash.
He collapsed on top of her, her breasts squashed against his
muscular chest, her legs spread lewdly on either side of her crotch,
her smooth cheek pressed against his bearded one.
With a groan of pleasure, echoed by a moan of denial
from Firestar, Justin pulled his cock out of her tightly clasping cunt
and got to his feet.
Knowing when he was needed, his enhanced senses having heard the
two orgasms, The Attendant entered Justin's living quarters and scooped
Firestar's exhausted body up over his shoulder. He slapped her firm
ass affectionately and grinned at Justin.
"Sounded like a good time," he chuckled.
"She's a good fuck," noted Justin, then smiled and decided to
throw the dog a bone, as it were,"Take her back to The Harem and find
out for yourself."
"Yes, sir!" grinned The Attendant, turning and practically galloping
from the room in his eagerness to get to The Harem.
Justin smiled, with that simple comment he had gained a faithful
follower.
Settling down into a comfortable seat overlooking the bay of the
little Mediterranean Island they called home, his good humor faded somewhat
as he realized that he could make as many Fellow's pleased as he wanted
to, but because of HIS CHOSEN NAME he would never be Leader.
A voice spoke in his head, flooding information into his head
quickly, his body adapting his mind to accept it all.
He nodded, seeing what had occurred with a member of The Old
Humanity and The Mental Discipline. He sensed a shift in the atmosphere
of his room and knew they were here.
"Is this your boy, then?" he asked, not even looking at Nate or
Mara.
"Troubled, Justin?" Mara asked, speaking physically because she
knew he disliked speaking telepathically.
"Angry, Mara," he replied, able to bring out his bitterness to
this woman,"Did you know that I am the best suited to lead The Physical
Discipline, but because of my NAME I am excluded from the leadership race."
"Your people are prejudiced," Mara's ally stated simply,"Their
arrogance is sometimes well founded, but also often misplaced."
"You have the right of it, boy," muttered Justin, then stood up
and turned to face Nate Grey directly,"And you have come to join The
Physical Discipline, in order to bridge the gap between ourselves and our
Fellows Of The Mental Discipline."
Not a question, a statement.
"We will rule this world with an iron fist," Justin continued,
eyeing Nate carefully as he tested The Old Humanity hero for any signs
of misplaced compassion or morality,"We have no room for compassion or
continuing any ridiculous pretense of equal rights. Only the best, the
fittest, the strongest can enjoy the benefits of leadership, the rest will
have jobs and tasks better suited to their lowly stature."
"I understand," replied Nate,"Fear not that any 'conscience' will
get the better of me, like you I have seen beyond the scope of normal
human understanding, I know that my previous concepts of morality, of
right and wrong are outdated concepts, foreign to the nature of the
physical being."
"As well as the psychic," noted Mara,"Only the betterment of our
abilities and powers are important now, the individuals rights
are unimportant."
Justin nodded in approval.
This Nate Grey might just fit in with his own plans.
"Vision?" asked Tony, completely shocked.
"I will admit it is an unexpected development," replied the
android, it's consciousness now housed inside Tony's armor,"My body had
been shut off from my cybernetic mind and I was in an
unacceptably vulnerable state. So I searched and found the only possible
alternative, your armor."
"And the voice synthesizer I use to disguise my own voice...."
"Means that I am able to keep up your pretense of Iron Man and
Tony Stark being two different people," finished The Vision, turning to
look at the unconscious Justice,"Which also gives us an advantage over The
Physical Discipline, their telepathically powered allies seem to be unaware
of my artificial mind and that means The Fellows themselves do not know
how Iron Man was able to return."
"My psi-shielding seems to have worked, then" muttered Tony,"Which
might explain a few things. During the fight my opponent went right for
my helmet, cracking it open and breaking the psi-shielding, and they shut
down nearly all my systems. That indicates they were in my head, picking
the armors secrets out of it... their mad-on about technology seems to be
based on their powers and abilities."
"They have no technology," agreed The Vision,"They call it a
crutch of The Old Humanity, their powers are based purely on the physical
and mental."
"They're adaptive," muttered Stark,"But no matter how fast your
reflexes, you can't be prepared to the huge variety of powers possible
when facing the heroes of this planet...."
"....they are getting advanced psychic warning from
their telepathic allies," finished The Vision.
"Which is why they insisted on removing my armor," growled Tony,
realizing what was happening,"The psi-shields are run by computer, not
biologically created, so they can't be over-ridden, they have to be
smashed and destroyed."
"Oh shit!" cried Tony,"They were in my head, they know the location
of my Armory and all the access codes!"
"Then I suggest we make all haste to your armory," replied The
Vision,"At this armors current top speed, it will take us a full day to
get back to the American Mainland."
"Not good enough," muttered Tony,"Tell me if you can find a
diagnostic subsystem in my armor's maintenance systems."
"It's there," replied The Vision,"I don't see how...."
"That's the point," replied Stark,"Luckily they didn't scan my
mind too deeply. Access the subsystem, authorization Alpha-Omega-Zed."
The Vision did so, and a second later a hatch on one of the dented,
crushed gauntlets opened and a small, beeping device emerged.
"Remarkable," said The Vision,"The readings were shielded even
from your own armors internal systems, what is it?"
"A Fold Space Transceptor," replied Stark,"Designed by Reed
Richards. It is capable of transporting us across huge distances, but
it's field tests have proven to be very damaging to electronic systems,
and in the armors current status it may conk it out entirely."
"That is a risk I am willing to take," replied The Vision, and with
a grim nod Stark picked up the Transceptor and punched in the co-ordinates
of his Lake Washington home, the Transceptor moving in a large enough
radius to move him, Vision and the unconscious Justice in a heartbeat
straight to Seattle.
Where Foren would be waiting.
Lake Washington, Seattle - One Hour Later.
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Foren had to admit, it made for a breathtaking sight.
Stark's Armory was a giant circular chamber, leading down and
down and down and.....
Well, it went down.
Ringed around the chamber was suit of armor upon suit of armor,
variations on different technologies Stark's fertile mind had developed
over the years.
And he was going to destroy it all.
"How should I do it," he muttered cheerfully,"Set off a chain
reaction in the air? Blast 'em one by one? overload their circuits?"
- Just do it! - growled the collective voice of The
Mental Discipline in his head, - Stark's armor presents a threat to both
our Disciplines! He has escaped from The Island, we can take no risks that
he might return! -
"Yeah, yeah," muttered Foren with a grin. The Mental Discipline
was just running scared because of the shockwave of Insanis' recent....
disappearance.
He lifted an arm in a dramatic gesture, ready to blast the first
suit of armor and set off a chain reaction around the chamber, down to the
next level and so forth and so on, like powerful, exploding dominoes.
And a repulsor blast smashed into his back.
He skidded along the ground, gritting his teeth in agony at
the unexpected pain. Forcing himself to stop, he leaped to his feet and
twisted around, his eyes widening in shock as he saw one of the suits of
armor moving towards him.
"Iron Man!?!" he gasped.
- It is Stark! - cried The Mental Discipline, - Destroy him! -
"With pleasure," Foren growled, leaping to his feet and charging
The Armored Avenger.
The Mental Discipline fed his mind with the necessary information
on what Stark was planning. His armor looked better than it had following
the fight with Upstart's Followers, but his mind was still open to The
Mental Discipline.
Iron Man fired a repulsor blast which Foren easily dodged, sliding
around behind Stark and slamming his fists into the back of The Armored
Avenger's back.... and being blasted with electrical feedback.
"WHAT!" he cried, leaping back and adapting his body to deal
with the pain, even as another repulsor blast smashed into his chest
and sent him staggering back.
Iron Man followed through, smashing him with hard punches that
went completely against the information The Mental Discipline was feeding
him. Put off track, even his advanced reflexes weren't capable of dealing
with the contradictions being fed to his mind.
"SHUT UP!" he roared, clutching his head and flying backwards
through the air, right into the middle of the giant circular chamber,
giving himself room,"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
"NOW!" cried Stark into the Armor's audio receptor, hidden away
in the deep recesses of the Armory, his mind thinking of a battle plan
that went totally against what The Vision was doing.
Too late The Mental Discipline saw the plan, too late they tried
to warn Foren as The Vision electronically triggered the badly damaged
armor he'd returned to The Armory in to surround and cover up Foren and
then trigger the Fold Space Transceptor.
With a flashing, tearing noise he was thrown deep down into the
planet, his body reforming inside the hardly compacted, impossibly hot
magma of the Earth as the armor exploded from the abuse of The Transceptor.
Foren, completely unprepared for the multiple assault of million
upon millions of degrees of heat, sharing molecules with the Planet
itself and also exploding armor, never stood a chance.
With a roar of pain, Foren's body was ripped asunder, The Mental
Discipline throwing all their might into creating a web to hold his mind
and body together. The intense pain transferred over to The Physical
Discipline, bringing them to their knees as The Mental Discipline pulled
his body from the ground and reformed it, leaving his body lying totally
still in a state of complete physical shock, his Fellows gathered around
him as they worriedly considered the dire consequences of his terrible
defeat.
And then Doom's proclamation hit them.
"DOOM HAS MADE HIS JUDGEMENT, YOU WILL DIE."
"Interesting," muttered Stark, suited up into a new Iron Man
costume as Vision transferred his mind from one of Stark's battle damaged
suits from the battle with The Elementals into a new, completely undamaged
one,"Doctor Doom seems to have dealt with another of these Fellow's as
well."
"It would seem that technology is their weakness," replied The
Vision,"They wish to live in a world of physical dominance, their allies
to study only the fullest extent of their mental abilities... they have no
concept of how to deal with technology."
"Which gives me an idea," muttered Stark, turning to stare at
the giant Armory filled with hundreds of Iron Man suits,"I think it's
time we took a leaf out of Doom's book and took the fight to them."
(*) The Fellows are so adaptive that it would quite possibly take
years for one to actually physically defeat another. By fighting for a
set period of time and being judged by their peers, a rotating, constantly
shifting pecking order was able to be established.
End Iron Man : Evolution 2.
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