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Uncanny X-Men : Evolution 2.
Island Of The Physical Discipline.
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"Perhaps some entertainment will lighten your mood, father?"
asked The Fellow with a disdainful bow.
Henry McCoy hated this, hated this situation, this Island, these
people who claimed him as their 'Father' even as they clearly held him
in contempt.
He was of The Old Humanity which they found so amusing,
so unworthy of any rights or privileges above serving THEM, the so-called
New Humanity.
He had no idea what had happened to Special Agent Nance or his
partner, whose name McCoy had never learned. He had no idea what had
happened to Havok, brought along as 'Security' in case of trouble, gone
before he had awoken.
They were keeping him in decadently luxurious quarters, but
despite the lack of iron bars and guards, he was nonetheless a captive,
in a prison.
Upon awakening, he'd discovered that the destruction process of
The Resistant Strains Of Legacy Virus capable of holding back the Diosys
had been serving his captors purposes, and that the supposed transference
of all Scientific and Research Files to a Secondary Facility had actually
gone to a Fellow Of The Physical Discipline, who had read the files and
had the words telepathically committed to the memory of The
Mental Discipline. They had been incapable of getting the information
from the computers themselves because they were technologically illiterate
and all the people with the correct access codes in their minds had been
either killed by The Physical Discipline in the madness of the first 24
hours of their existence - The First going mad with the new abilities of
their bodies to adapt to anything and everything - or by the awakening
of The Mental Discipline, forcing themselves into the heads of their
first subjects with such clumsy force that they had mind-wiped them
all.
Effectively, Hank had created them, and now he'd given them the
ability to propagate their species.
They had only a basic understanding that The Diosys in their
DNA gave them their abilities, and they knew that if they were to conquer
the world, it would take more than the several hundred or so 'converted'
to eventually conquer the Universe.
Their bodies had shut off their abilities to reproduce, ensuring
Immortality but cutting off their ability to expand. But with the new
information McCoy had unknowingly given them, they now knew how to recreate
the conditions needed to create new Fellows of The Physical and Mental
Discipline. Most would not convert, their bodies simply being healed
by The Diosys and then having it sit uselessly in their bloodstreams,
keeping them healthy but mortal, Old Humanity to the end. But the so
called 'Chosen Few' would have their DNA changed, they would become The
New Humanity and join the ranks of the privileged. They would spread
from planet to planet, each population weeded out to find the greatest
candidates for New Humanity status before moving on.
It was disgusting, and they credited it all to him, Dr. Henry
McCoy, who had only wanted to help people.
He was led by The Fellow out into The Arena, where several hundred
had been gathered for quite some time now. They had been
disappointed - Hank had been pleased to hear - when Iron Man, Justice and
Tony Stark had gotten away. That had led to their standard wrestling
and fighting amongst themselves until a handful were picked out for
the 'Real Entertainment' whatever the hell that was, and once that was
over they'd assembled together again to be entertained again.
"You'll like this, 'Father'," chuckled The Fellow who had brought
him in and seated him at a place of honor, mocked bowed at by The Fellows
he passed. He felt like a prize monkey, a favored pet to be treated
and spoken to like an equal but considered with disdain as a natural
inferior to themselves.
The pit where the fighters were kept was bustling with activity,
then several Fellows came out dragging two struggling men with them,
men that The Beast recognized at once.
"Presenting for your entertainment, 'Father'," laughed The Fellow
to Hank,"A battle to the death between the Summer Brothers, Scott and
Alex, Cyclops and Havok!"
Location Unknown.
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Mavine appeared beside Dunac, not startling him in the slightest
as he sat watching his crystal with a huge grin. Justin, Grey & Mara
had left, taking Rogue, Gambit, Angel & Cyclops with them.
"She is watching the crystal even now," Dunac laughed,"I must
say her reactions are most diverting."
"She believed it to be an illusion at first," Mavine replied
quietly, not comfortable with speaking out loud,"But we have allowed
enough of her mental powers to return to pick up the trace emotions on
the crystal. She knows now it was really Cyclops and Polaris."
"This will break her spirit," laughed Dunac,"Then you can gain
the secrets you want and I can take her body for myself, and then the
white haired one as well."
"What you do with them after we have what we want is
inconsequential to us," replied Mavine,"Her use to us will have ended by
then."
In the crystal they watched, Jean had broken down and begun to
cry at Cyclops' infidelity.
"Now," said Mavine,"Finally the time has come, I will make contact
with her mind and....."
Suddenly the woman screamed and clutched her head, falling back
and slamming into the wall. Her eyes were wide with unbelievable pain,
shocking even the usually unflappable Dunac.
"What is it?" he growled,"What has happened?"
Mavine looked up at him, her gaze so haunted and filled with
disbelief that Dunac actually took a step backwards.
"Insanis is.... Insanis is gone."
"What? Where?"
"No," she gasped,"You don't understand, he is GONE! I can not
sense his presence anywhere!"
"I don't understand?" growled Dunac,"How can that be?"
"He has been defeated," she whispered in shock,"Doom has wiped
Insanis off the face of the planet!"
"He's gone to the Moon?" asked Dunac, still not comprehending
what she was saying,"Why would he go there?"
"INSANIS IS GONE!" screamed Mavine in fury, a wave of psychic
rage knocking Dunac across the room. He stared up at her in absolute
shock, never had the smugly superior Fellow being shown more than a
fraction of The Mental Discipline's collected power, and it's effect was
frightening,"HIS MIND HAS BEEN WIPED CLEAR, HIS BODY NO LONGER
EXISTS! HE IS. NO. MORE!!!!"
Her face had taken on a haunted look as she paced around his
Throne, clutching her head in a harried way that filled Dunac with an
uneasy feeling he'd thought long behind him.... fear.
"Is this how Jean Grey felt when she felt her best friend die
in her mind?" she moaned,"A closely monitored mind suddenly taken from
us, the absence sending a shockwave through our collective intelligence
and killing us all in some small way?"
She turned and glared at Dunac angrily,"The Collective is less
than it was!"
Her eyes narrowed and Dunac felt a stab of fear at the thought
of being hit with another psychic wave, but her fury was not directed
at him.
"Iron Man seeks to save his pathetic Armory from Foren, that
we will NOT allow!" she growled,"We can read his mind like an open book,
we know all his strategies before his body can react to this minds commands,
we will crush HIM!"
Dunac pulled himself to his feet and brushed himself off in an
attempt to assuage his bruised ego as Mavine stood by his Throne, her
eyes flaring with power, body practically crackling with her psychic
power.
And then her angry confidence faded, disappearing into confusion.
"He is not doing what he is thinking!" she gasped,"His body reacts
differently!"
Dunac snorted, he could care less about any of that, all of this
Iron Man/Insanis/Doctor Doom bullshit was all crap he could care less
for, he just wanted to screw Phoenix and Storm and had only kept from
doing so for so long because he needed The Mental Disciplines help to
convert his chosen abode to a dwelling more suited to his Lordly tastes.
"NO! WE HAVE BEEN FOOLED!" cried Mavine,"STARK IS NOT THE ONE
FIGHTING!"
Too late she and her Sister's 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, Mavine and
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.
"We saved him," Mavine gasped, her psychic exhaustion converting
to physical in the body she had created for herself in this uncomfortable,
heavy Material Plane,"I think...."
"I AM DOCTOR DOOM!" blasted throughout the walls of Dunac's home,
making them scream in pain at the huge, unexpected noise that made the
very walls shake.
The message was coming through on all possible audio and visual
technological frequencies, and as well as flooding New York City entire
with the soundwave, the countless t.v's, phones, radio's and intercoms
in the so far unconverted areas of Dunac's chosen home shook the walls
of the powerfully built building.
"THIS SO-CALLED NEW HUMANITY HAS CROSSED DOOM, AND NOW
THEY SHALL PAY FOR THEIR IMPUDENCE. THEIR ARROGANT CLAIM TO BE
THE CHOSEN ONES, THE NEW AND FINAL EVOLUTION OF HUMAN EXISTENCE IS
FRAUDULENT!"
Dunac and Mavine stared at each other in uneasy shock.
"DOOM HAS ALREADY, WITH GREAT EASE, DEFEATED THE
GREATEST EXAMPLE OF THIS NEW HUMANITY, INSANIS FELL BEFORE
DOOM'S MIGHT EASILY, AND THE SAME FATE WILL BEFALL ALL THE OTHERS
WHO HAVE SHARED IN THIS ARROGANT CLAIM TO RULERSHIP OVER DOOM'S
PLANET!"
"Arrogant bastard!" growled Dunac,"He'd learn different if I ever
got my hands on him."
"DOOM HAS MADE HIS JUDGMENT, YOU WILL DIE."
"Die..." whispered Mavine, then twisted about,"I must confer with
my sisters!"
"WAIT!" cried Dunac. Mavine turned about and glared at him
questioningly.
"What?"
"Can I fuck Jean Grey now?"
She stared at him in total non-comprehension, then sighed,"Is
that ALL you ever think of?"
"Uh... yeah," muttered Dunac uneasily.
"GO AHEAD!" snapped Mavine angrily, tired of kowtowing to The
Physical Discipline and their ridiculously messy needs and desires,"It'll
just make her more susceptible to our eventual picking off her mind
anyway."
With that she was gone, and Dunac rubbed his hands together
with glee, already forgetting all about Insanis' disappearance, Foren's
near death and Doom's proclamation.
It was time to fuck Jean Grey!
Jean cried softly, the crystal dropping from her hands as the
last image of her husband's sexual adultery with his own
brother's girlfriend faded away to nothing.
Somehow, despite the loss of her telepathy, she'd been able to
sense flashes of thought and emotion from the both. The desperate lust
of Polaris, the way Scott had just gone along with it, enjoying the
different feel of the green haired mutants pussy clasping onto his cock.
Her love for him had kept her from giving in to the powerful
desires she felt for Dunac, convincing herself that the lesbian sex she'd
had with first Jubilee and then Storm was to help them to take the edge
of their own desires for The Fellow Of The Physical Discipline.
But he had just given in straight away and let her fuck herself
onto him, then happily orgasmed deep into her cunt.
The son of a bitch!
"Jean, what is it?" asked Ororo, moving up beside her and wrapping
an arm around the naked red-heads shoulders,"What's the matter?"
"Oh, Ororo!" cried Jean, turning and hugging the African American
beauty fiercely, their breasts squashing together.
The combination of her emotional need, the already incredibly
erotic sex they'd shared and Dunac's powerful sex pheromones soon had
the two women kissing passionately as they rubbed their arms over each
other's backs and up their long, smooth locks of hair.
A hand slipped onto her shoulder and she felt a pulse of electric
pleasure zap through her entire body. Her clit swelled and a thin stream
of juice ran down out of her cunt over Storm's thigh.
"Jean," whispered a voice, and she turned to stare up at Dunac,
who beckoned to her with a finger as he turned to walk across the room.
Almost hypnotized with lust, Jean stood up and moved across the
room after him. She barely heard Storm's startled squawk of denial,
nor the crackle of energy as The Weather Goddess hit the mental line
she was unable to cross.... but which Jean had passed through without
a second thought.
He turned at just the right moment, an intense look of seriousness
on his face as he lifted his own arms to meet hers. His lips closed with
hers and they kissed passionately, all of Jean's resistance gone now as
her last reason for resisting faded.
Storm, meanwhile, stood just behind the invisible line trapping
her in the chamber, helpless to stop what was going on, or to be
incredibly aroused by it.
As if by magic, a ledge of stone formed out of one of the sturdy
walls and Dunac turned Jean around, bending her over it and presenting
her beautiful, naked ass to The Fellow and the former X-Man.
"Oh Dunac," Jean murmured lightly as she was leaned over the
ledge, her fingertips touching the cool stone of the large blocks making
up the walls. The Fellow rubbed his nose against the back of her neck,
feeling her smooth hair as he lightly kissed the smooth skin of her
neck and shoulder.
His hands lightly fondled the red-headed mutants curved buttocks,
his fingers kneading and massaging the smooth flesh of her ass as he
nibbled at her ear and kissed the crook of her neck, making her feel
wanted and desired, loved by this man who wasn't her husband, a fact
that no longer mattered to her.
Storm watched The Fellow as he cupped her friends ass and made
her giggle and moan with lust. Ororo felt her own cunt moistening and
with a slight groan, she slid her hands between her legs and cupped
her cuntmound, biting her lower lip and half closing her eyes as her
best friend was made hotter and hotter by Dunac's foreplay.
The Fellow cupped Jean's large, firm breasts with his hands and
caressed her large tits, lightly kissing her shoulder as he fondled her
breasts and pressed his body against hers.
Jean moaned low in the back of her throat, her face flushed
with desire as she wriggled back against the man who had captured her,
forced her to betray her husband, have sex with Jubilee and Storm and
get turned on by watching the young mutant getting fucked up the ass.
Dunac reached down with his hand and slid it between her legs,
fingering the soft lips of her tight pussy, the pink flesh of her fuckhole
glistening with her slick juices. He slid his index finger up between
the folds of her sex, rubbing it up and down between her slit and making
her groan in desire.
"Feels so good," moaned Jean, her breath coming sharply now as
she pressed her ass back against his hips.
With a dark grin unseen by either Jean or Ororo, Dunac pulled
his finger out of Phoenix's moist pussy and slid his hand up to the side
of Jean's face, presenting the slick digit to her parted lips.
Jean's lips moved around her captor's finger and lewdly sucked her
own cuntjuices from it, her pink tongue sliding up and down over his
finger like it was a cock.
Dunac growled with pleasure, removing his finger from her mouth
and bending his face down to hers, pressing his lips lovingly against
her own as he slid his tongue into her mouth, feeling her suck on it with
her full lips.
Her ass was humping back against his cock and Dunac knew it was
time, she'd given herself into the desire to have sex with him when she'd
crossed the line that held Storm trapped, but there had always been the
slight danger that she might still back out under some stupid pretense
of morality.
But now he knew that she wanted him, and the time for waiting
was over.
He pulled his mouth from hers, her tongue sliding wetly out of
his lips as he stepped back and began pulling his tight breeches off,
having discarded his faded vest upstairs after Mavine had given him the
go-ahead to finally fuck the hot red-head.
He rubbed the head of his erect cock over Jean's hot butt-cheeks,
then parted her hot ass and slowly inserted the head of his cock into the
entrance of her engorged pussy.
"Uhhhh, yes!" Jean moaned, biting her lower lip as she felt Dunac's
cock entering her tight pussy. Finally a cock after all this waiting,
all the teasing of another woman's tongue or another woman's fingers or
even her own tongue and finger.
"I knew it!" moaned Dunac,"I knew your cunt would be tight, you've
been wanting this for a long time, haven't you bitch?"
"Oooh, yes!" moaned Jean,"Please fuck me, Dunac, I need it, I
need it bad!"
With a moan of pleasure, The Fellow began to pump back and forth
inside of her, slapping his crotch against Jean's hot, rounded asscheeks,
making the red-head moan in pleasure at the lovely intrusion, her hands
balling into fists as she was fucked from behind, Dunac's cock stretching
her cunt.
"Oh yes!" moaned Jean as the ledge responded to Dunac's mental
commands (or rather, The Mental Discipline reacted to his mental needs)
and lowered, causing the hot red-head to support her body with her arms
as her large tits swayed back and forth. Dunac pumped faster than ever
before into her tight cunt, wrapping his arms around Phoenix's waist and
holding her firmly in place as his cock rammed in and out of her cunt,
making her squeal with each thrust of his cock into her greedy, sucking
snatch.
Her juices trickled in a steady stream out of her cunt, running
past his thick cock and down her naked thighs, an incredibly erotic
image that turned on Storm even more, the African American woman eagerly
thrusting her fingers in and out of her cunt now as she watched her best
friend get her brains fucked out by their captor.
"AH! AH! AHHHH YES, DUNAC!" squealed Jean, slamming her ass
back against his cock and grinding against his meat as she came hard,
the trickling juices running out of her cunt becoming a blasting stream
as his cock continued to plug her cunt with hard, fast strokes that kept
her cunt-cream building up until he pulled back and allowed her clasping,
clenching cunt to release the juices in a hot flood around his cockhead
and spray both their thighs with the sticky juices.
Dunac howled in pleasure, throwing back his head and slamming
hard against her cunt, grinding his cock against her ass as his balls
slapped firmly against her clitoris.
He shot his load deep inside of Jean, filling her hot little
pussy with his seed as he continued making short, hard little thrusts
of his cock into her clenching, sucking cunt
The ledge rose and Jean collapsed against it, her large tits
squashing against the hard stone and her flushed face pressing down on
one cheek. She panted heavily, overcome by the adulterous thing she
had just done, the incredibly erotic and satisfying thing that she had
just done.
With a groan, Dunac pulled his cock from her flooded cunt,
releasing her trapped juices as he did so. He gave her ass a playful
slap and turned to make a lewd comment to Ororo, except the nude African
American was right there in front of him, leaping up.... straight into
his arms and peppering his face with kisses?
"Please!" moaned Storm, grabbing his upper lip between hers
and sucking on it, then pulling away and running her tongue between
her lips and over the tip of his own tongue,"PLEASE! I NEED TO BE FUCKED!"
Dunac smiled, grabbing her under the armpits and holding her at
arms lengths. He'd enjoyed the pleasing feeling of her tits against his
chest, the wet heat of her cunt against his waist and her legs wrapped
around his back.
But he wanted her to beg him some more, he wanted this once
haughty, detached beauty to be on her hands and knees and begging him
to slam his cock into her hot cunt.
And he was going to fucking get it!
Storm straddled Dunac's cock, her face blushing furiously with
both lust and humiliation.
The Fellow had made her get down on her hands and knees and
beg him, plead with him to let her fuck him. And she had done it, so
overcome with lust after watching him fuck Jean that she was now willing
to do anything, anything at all to get his cock inside of her cunt.
Now Dunac reclined on the mattress, back in the corner of the
room where she'd allowed herself to fall to the temptation of Jean's
beauty, hands behind his head and smiling as the sexy Weather Goddess
grabbed his thick in both of her hands and ran her glistening cuntlips
up and down over the tip of his prick, teasing them both as she closed her
eyes tight and firmly pressed her lips together, her sex body trembling
in desire.
Jean, watching from the other side of the room, seated against the
wall (the ledge had disappeared again) with her legs spread lewdly, her
cunt-cream pooling between her thighs and asscheeks, mixed slightly with
Dunac's sperm. She bit her lower lip and smiled sultrily as she slid her
hand down between her legs and rubbed at her pussy, her eyes half closed
and her cunt itching with a deep desire.
She leaned back against the wall, her hand between her legs and
lightly massaging her aching, well fucked pussy. Her fingers were coated
in her own juices, slippery digits sliding in and along the length of
her pink slit. The sexy red-head watched with a deep, hungry lust as
Storm slowly lowered herself onto his cock and with a moan, impaled herself
deep onto his meat.
Ororo groaned in excitement as she sat down onto Dunac's cock,
arching her back as Dunac reached up and placed his hands firmly onto
her brown breasts, caressing her smooth tit-flesh as the sexy woman
began to thrust her hips down, getting her Captor's cock deeper into her
juicy, clutching vagina.
Dunac sat up, changing the angle of his cock inside of her cunt
as his hands slid off of her breasts and around her back, running them
down over the hot woman's rounded ass and cupping her asscheeks as he
lightly ran the tip of his tongue over her erect nipples, teasing them
to higher arousal as his finger circled around her asscrack, then began
to apply pressure to her tiny asshole.
Ororo let out a soft moan, her crotch slamming down onto The
Fellow's lap, her sphincter relaxed enough for Dunac to probe his digit
up into her rectum as he made small, hard thrusts into her cunt and
sucked on her nipple, lightly nibble on it as Storm reached up to either
side of his face and pulled it against her, hugging him to her breasts
as she rode up and down on his cock.
Jean shuddered with pleasure, the entire room reeking with the
miasma of sex, her mind totally overwhelmed by it. The door was right
next to it, half open and leading to freedom, and she never even considered
it.
A rush of pussy-juices ran over the red-heads fingers and with
a sultry smile, she lifted her hand to her mouth, sniffed at her own
tart juices, then sucked them erotically into her mouth and
sucked hungrily on her sloppy digits as her other hand moved between
her legs and began stroking against her clit.
Storm and Dunac held each other tightly, bodies mashed together
as Ororo arched her back and pressed her tits more firmly into his face and
bucked up and down onto his cock. Dunac held one arm around her waist,
the other hand between her asscheeks as he probed Storm's tight little
asshole and buried his face between her large tit cleavage, alternating
between nipples, sucking and nibbling on each one.
The arm holding her waist pulled her body hard against his,
slamming his cock again and again into her clenching pussy as the sexy
mutant whimpered and moaned in pleasure, naked body shuddering with desire
as she quivered towards an orgasm.
"AHHHHHHHHH YES!!!!" cried Storm, cumming hard and blasting her
pussy-juices hard against his crotch, their hips and thighs, crotches
and laps slapping wetly together with her cunt-cream as she tossed her
head back and forth, screaming in ecstasy as her cunt milked and squeezed
on his penis as it thrust in and out of her.
"SHIT!" cried Dunac, lifting her bodily off of his cock with the
one arm, his cock pulling free from her pussy with a schlurping noise
and his finger from her ass with a popping noise. His eyes crawled over
her nude body, her heaving tits and shaven cunt, streaming out pussyjuices
as he ejaculated, shooting his sperm up between their bodies and over
her tits, one blast lifting high enough to smack into her forehead and
dribble down over her nose as he shot the rest of his cum onto her tits,
her flat waist and her gaping, gushing snatch.
He lowered her down in front of his cock, her hot cunt pressing
moistly against his chest, large breasts against his upper chest and
neck, her face on his side.
He lay on the bed, grinning smugly at the willing submission of
the last of the three X-Women he had captured early that morning. It
had taken him an entire day to get it, something he had never envisioned
in all his planning for this event. He'd expected Jean to maybe hold
out the longest, but nowhere past the apex of the afternoon, and it was
now early evening.
"I think it's time you left this room," he chuckled,"I think
it's time to re-introduce you to your old allies, Jubilee and Pyslocke."
He rolled her off of him and stood up, walking naked out of
the room and up towards the higher levels of the place he called home,
followed by two naked, totally subservient X-Women.
Appropriate, thought Dunac, considering that the home he'd chosen
was the now halfway converted, highest tower of The World Trade Towers.
And if that wasn't the biggest symbol of phallic power in the
world, he didn't know what was.
End Uncanny X-Men : Evolution 2.
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