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Whatever age makes it legal to view pornographic material in your
country and/or state is how old you must be to read this story. I will not
be held responsible for anyone younger reading this story.
If you are over that age, but are offended by descriptions of sex, I
ask that you also read no further, as this story will offend you. If you
choose to read so anyway and do not like what you see, do not complain to me,
you had adequate warning.
This is a sequel to my X-Men story - Something Sinister This Way
Comes - that story and many others of mine can be acquired by e-mailing me
at - dimitri@ihug.co.nz - compliments and criticisms can also be sent to the
same e-mail.
You should note that the story takes place in comic format (i.e,
through continuation into different comics) this is because I consider this
story an Alternate to the Onslaught Crossover in Marvel Comics last year,
therefore each story takes place over last years Onslaught Issues.
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Cable 34 - To Be Or Not To Be (continued)
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Storm dropped to her knees, falling back on her legs and holding
herself up with her arms, a look of animal desire crossed her face and she
spread her legs, revealing the pink treasure of her inner folds.
"Hulk," she murmured quietly,"Hulk....come here."
Amazingly, the Hulk seemed to hear, his head snapped around and he
gaped at the appearance of the beautiful X-Woman naked.
"Betty?" gasped the Hulk, stopping the flurry of blows on Cable's t.k
shield.
"Come here baby," giggled Storm,"Show me what a man you are!"
The Hulk rushed forward towards Storm.............and she turned into
living lightning.
A gigantic wall of lightning smashed out, and even the Incredible
Hulk could not stand up to it, his body screamed in agony and he collapsed to
his knees, but then, slowly, inexorably he began to edge his way forward.
"Impossible!" yelled Blaquesmith and the yellow lightning turned
white with new intensity, Storm began screaming in agony.
And yet now the Hulk was making his way forward easier, St. Lawrence
could hear the words that had haunted Thunderbolt Ross' dreams.
"HULK IS STRONGEST ONE THERE IS."
"NO!" screamed Cable and new energy blasted for him, ripping into the
Hulk's head, shutting down his mind. The Hulk collapsed.
Instantly St. Lawrence kicked Blaquesmith's feet out from under him,
he fell to the ground and his staff lost contact with Storm, the naked mutant
collapsed, blood poured from her nose and ears - but her chest rose and fell
steadily, she was alive.
"Blaquesmith......." gasped Cable,"If you've hurt her......I'll kill
you!"
Blaquesmith stood back up,"I suggest you fix Banner's mind, if you'll
notice, the Hulk is still the Hulk."
Cable frowned,"When we knocked him out he should have become Banner
again....." his eyes went blank.
"What's happening?" muttered St. Lawrence, crouching over Storm,
covering her with an army issue blanket.
"Cable is trying to fix the Hulk's shattered psyche, if he's
successful, the Hulk will once more be the nice, savage but intelligent
abomination he has become."
Suddenly the Hulk jerked, Blaquesmith rushed to his prostrate body
and knelt beside him.
"This is wrong, the Hulk is already recovering consciousness, if he
does while Cable is in his mind, he'll be stuck."
St. Lawrence shook her head,"Hang on, I thought Telepaths could go in
and out all right?"
"Normally yes, but the Hulk is far from ordinary, in this mindless
state, Cable is in serious trouble."
"Then keep him asleep!"
"I shall endeavor to do so female!" snapped Blaquesmith,"Now be quiet
and....."
The small Askani suddenly went flying backwards, propelled by the
Hulk's arm.
"Little man cannot stop Hulk, no one can stop Hulk!" roared the Jade
Giant, he leaped away.
"NO!" screamed Blaquesmith.
"Get over it little man," muttered St. Lawrence,"You get used to him
disappearing after every battle."
"No female!" yelled Blaquesmith,"Cable's body has been left behind,
and his mind is stuck in the Hulk's, if we don't get him out soon - he will
die!"
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X-Men 55 - Deathblow
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Rogue and Gambit stood atop Four Freedoms Plaza, he had his arms
around her waist, but had to be careful to keep their skin separate.
"Just last night it was possible for us to touch," she said
dully,"Now we can't even do that."
Gambit forced a smile,"I once had a favorite toy," he said,"A
spinning top that I played with whenever I could - so much so dat one day I
broke it, it took a big fall and cracked in the middle.
I cried and cried chere, I was inconsolable, and then my poppa he
come along and pick it up, he put it down and spun it. It still spun
chere...but now when it spun it make a low, whistling noise. I loved it even
more after that."
Rogue smiled, she looked down the length of the Plaza.
"I hear what you're saying, Remy," she said,"And maybe we will
rebuild the Z'Noxx chamber one day....but what about Sue Richards? Who's
going to fix her little boy if Magneto has killed him?"
Gambit had no answer to that one.
Johnny blasted the dummy, it fell to the ground a charred cinder.
"Feeling better?" asked a voice, the Human Torch whirled in the air
and found himself facing the Beast.
"Dr McCoy, I really want to be alone right now......"
"...so that you can blame yourself for your nephew's abduction?"
The Human Torch snarled,"Hey listen bud...."
"....don't be so cocky, you don't know how I feel, I wasn't able to
save Franklin?" the Beast said Johnny's words for him, then smiled sadly,"I
was absolutely useless against Magnus, I wasn't able to do a thing, I
couldn't even help Bishop when he got hurt."
The Torch landed on the ground, the flamed disappeared and he was
Johnny Storm again.
"Beast.....I forgot that the FF aren't the only ones with problems,
I'm sorry...."
"Don't be sorry my dear boy!" laughed the Beast,"I have often
accepted that against your high energy wielders with impenetrable skin I'm
useless......but when it comes to thinking through a problem....I can help."
Johnny stared at him.
"Come on boy! surely you realize what I'm talking about?" he waited,
then sighed,"We each have our place in the upcoming battle......but we don't
defeat Magnus unless we go together.....and we'll succeed and fail as a team,
not as individuals."
Johnny smiled,"I think I get what you're saying," he said,"But don't
blame me if I keep this whole impotent rage thing going, because I'm gonna
save it up and ram it down Magnus' throat!"
"Ah yes, that's what I like to see!" clapped the Beast,"Goal setting
and healthy expression of emotions!"
Reed typed in commands, struggling to keep the connection open.
"It's no good!" he yelled,"There's too much interference radiating
from wherever they are."
Iceman wasn't sure what to do or say, finally he settled on
something,"Umm, you talking about the Avengers?"
Reed nodded,"The Vision had a small homing beacon and camera so we
can keep track of what's going on with them, but Magnus seems to radiate a
field of electro magnetic interference, it must be playing havok with the
local pow.....er.....supp...ly.....THAT'S IT!"
Iceman shook his head,"What?"
"I'll just track power fluctuations!"
Iceman had experience with this kind of thing, whenever the Beast
said something he didn't understand he would reply in the same way.
"Good one man!" he cried, giving Reed the thumbs up.
Jean hit the light hard and collapsed to the ground.
Something was wrong, she wasn't in her real body, she could sense it.
She was reliving another memory.
Or was this a fantasy, there was something strange about it.
She was floating above the pool outside the mansion, Professor Xavier
sat in his old wheelchair below her.
- Professor, can I speak to you? -
The voice in her head was neither her's nor the Professors.
"Certainly Warren, how may I help you?" the Professor responded.
Warren appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and stood next to the
Professor. His skin was white - not blue.
"Professor, I feel like I don't belong at the school anymore - like
maybe I've outgrown it?"
The Professor nodded,"Yes Warren, I feared this day - you are my
favorite and most brilliant student...."
"WHAT!" exclaimed Jean in shock.
"....and you have quickly surpassed all the others, I hoped you might
agree to lead my X-Men?"
Warren smiled,"Professor, who's got time to lead the X-Men when it's
time to PARTY HARDY!"
Suddenly the pool was alive with beautiful women, leaping around in
skimpy bikinis and giggling wildly.
"I can't say I approve Warren," frowned the Professor, then he
laughed,"BUT I DO!" the Professor leaped from his wheelchair into the pool.
"What the hell is this!" screamed Jean,"If this is a fantasy, it's
certainly not one of mine!"
She suddenly noticed herself lying on a deckchair, wearing sunglasses
and a practically non-existent bikini.
"Jean, would you like me to help you with that suntan lotion?" came a
silky voice, Storm was standing behind her.
"Would you?" asked the other Jean with a grin - Warren sat down on
the deckchair next to her - his eyes crawling greedily over her body.
Jean settled down onto the ground next to him, and watched in
fascination as Storm began to rub suntan lotion onto Jean's shoulders.
"What the hell is this Warren?" she asked.
Warren sat up straight and stared in shock at her.
"Jean? what are you doing here? you're supposed to be on the
deckchair!"
Jean glowered at him,"What kind of college boy fantasy is this
Warren, and what's it doing in my head?"
Warren winced,"In your head? This is a daydream I'm having.....we're
on the Blackbird heading to Muir Isle and I'm catching some Z's"
Jean heard a groan, she turned and looked at her doppelganger,
Storm's hands had disappeared below the skimpy bikini and were massaging
lotion into her breasts.
"HEY! WHAT'S THIS!" she yelled at Warren.
"Hey calm down!" Warren cried back,"I'm not in control, my
subconscious mind is!"
"Bull! You've had fantasies about me and Storm! Come on Warren, you
and Psylocke are together now!"
"Come on! A man has needs....."
A moan interrupted her, turning back she nearly fell of the deckchair
as she saw Storm straddling her doppelgangers face.
"OH COME ON!"
Warren looked close to tears, the beautiful women in the pool had
disappeared, Professor X was gone,"Jean!!!! Come on, don't you have
fantasies?"
"Certainly none like this!" yelled Jean, pointing at the two females
behind her, who were now in a 69 position, their tongues slipping in and out
of each others slits.
"Jean! I'M sor - " and suddenly he was gone, but Storm and the other
Jean remained.
"Hello Jean," laughed a voice, turning she found herself facing a
naked Psylocke.
" - ry!" yelled Warren, sitting up.
"Hey, calm down!" muttered Cyclops, looking over the readings in
Bishop's stasis pod.
"Cyke.....oh man, where are we?"
"Still en route to Muir Island," Scott replied,"We're on autopilot,
Psylocke is asleep so keep the noise down."
Warren glanced over at his girlfriends sleeping form, his blue skin
almost seemed to blush, although for the life of him he couldn't think why
that might be.
"...Trish Tilby on location outside Central Park, where the Avengers
remain locked in combat with what appears to be the heretofore believed dead
mutant terrorist Magneto."
"Hey Beast, your girlfriend is on tv!" yelled Iceman, the Beast
leaped over to the other side of the room, landing on the couch next to
Drake.
"Ahh, the tantalizing Trish Tilby, ignoring the most dire
implications of a battle between those valorous champions of justice the
Avengers and that Icon of Irrepressible evil, Magnus!" he hissed the last
word menacingly.
Johnny Storm sat down next to them,"How are the Avengers doing?"
"...sounds of laughter, what may be groans of agony, the unmistakable
lightning and thunder accorded to Thor and the rallying cry of Captain
America - Avengers Assemble - are all we have to go by, all attempts to get
camera shots have failed, Magneto seems to be exuding electro-magnetic
interference, one helicopter trying to get a visual feed has already crashed,
the status of the pilot and reporter inside is unknown.......wait! I can see
shadows in the mist and smoke..." continued Trish
"It appears, my flame grilled friend, that we are about to discover
that for ourselves!"
"I'VE DONE IT!" cried a voice, Reed stretched into the room,"The
Avengers are at Central Park!"
"Well done brother in law of mine," laughed Johnny,"You been watching
Channel 6 as well?"
Reed jerked his head at the t.v and frowned,"Maybe I spend too much
time in the lab?"
"Sssh, the smoke's clearing!" yelled Drake.
"...I can make out Thor!" yelled Trish excitedly,"And behind him is
Hawkeye! Henry Pym! The Wasp! Black Widow! but's there's no sign of Captain
America, Scarlett Witch or the Vision.......THOR! THOR! Where is Captain
America!"
Thor glared up at the camera and growled, the cameraman - a veteran
of Vietnam, Bosnia and L.A - stepped back.
"The Captain is dead!" roared Thor, and collapsed to the ground.
"Psylocke...." started Jean, then a blast of black energy seemed to
erupt from the telepathic ninja's eyes, knocking Jean into unconsciousness.
She awoke on a bed in an unknown room, her arms and legs were tied to
the four posts, she was naked and spreadeagled.
"What the hell is this?" she yelled,"Psylocke? Where are you."
In reply, a dark figure arose - seemingly from the ground itself - it
was swathed in shadows and bore a giant, pitch black scepter.
"Who are you supposed to be?" she snapped,"Darkman?"
The dark figure laughed harshly,"You are a strong one aren't you, but
you lack the steel of body that my beloved has. I am the Proctor of the
Crimson Dawn."
Jean laughed,"Tak is Proctor of the Crimson Dawn, I don't know
who...."
"Tak was but a temporary replacement for myself," laughed the shadowy
figure,"But I am the true Proctor - Kuragari - and now I have a wedding
present for my bride - PSYLOCKE!"
The purple haired ninja appeared with a smile, next to her stood the
Storm and Jean from Warren's fantasy, all three of them were naked.
"Thank you my darling," Psylocke laughed, she wrapped her arms around
the waists of her nude companions,"I shall treasure it."
The Proctor disappeared, the red mark of the Crimson Dawn on
Psylocke's face flared bright red, then faded back to it's normal brightness.
"Psylocke, why are you doing this......Is the Proctor controlling
you..."
Psylocke laughed, after a few seconds the false Storm and Jean joined
her.
"Poor little Jean, after Sabretooth gutted my old body and Warren and
Logan pulled a new one from the Crimson Dawn, The Proctor has been my Master,
if I wanted to resist I probably could, but I don't!"
She slipped her hands away from Jean2 and Storm and clapped them
together above her head,"I tried to get your husband once and failed, but
I've already had you, this time I plan to make it final - Girls, to work!"
"Yes!" exclaimed Jean2 as she strode forward to stand next to her
real self's body.
"I love to masturbate, and I love to do other chicks, but I've always
wanted to do it to myself!" she laughed.
"This is crazy!" screamed Jean as she saw the fantasy Storm
approaching her.
"Ororo, this is crazy, you're not a lesbian, and you're certainly not
a rapist!"
Psylocke laughed,"She's not the real Storm, but let me tell you, the
real Storm is far from the noble, chaste Goddess we all know and love - just
ask Jubilee!" (*)
Before Jean could ponder on that she felt hands grab her.
"No...!" she cried as the mirror image of herself and her best friend
began to grope her, their soft hands caressing and stroking her large
breasts.
"Ooooooohhhh," groaned Storm, her free hand sliding down between her
thighs as she kneaded Jean's tits.
"I have great tits," gurgled Jean2 as she bent down and started
licking her real self's neck and face. Psylocke stepped behind her and ran
her hand down her ass cheeks.
"Not the real thing," she laughed,"But a close enough approximation."
Jean2 tensed up and moaned in ecstasy as Psylocke's fingers slipped
in between her dripping cuntlips.
"You are beautiful," moaned Storm,"OOOHHHH!!" she cried out as she
masturbated herself and stroked the length of Jean's body. As Jean struggled
to free herself from her bonds she failed to notice Jean2 fall back onto the
ground, bucking wildly as Psylocke began fingering her faster. Storm hopped
onto the bed, swinging a leg over Jean's sweating body - and straddled her
face.
"Please," she moaned to Jean,"Eat me!"
Jean flailed her head wildly, trying to avoid Storm's pussy lips, but
the African Beauty planted her cuntlips squarely against Jean's mouth.
Jean struggled to pull her mouth back, but Storm now had ahold of
her head and was making small rolling motions with her hips, grinding her
pussy into Jean's beautiful face. Storm pulled one hand free and began
masturbating, rubbing small circles against her clitoris, her large breasts
leaped up and down, sweat bouncing of the large globes.
Jean couldn't breath, and instinct forced her to open her mouth,
immediately the taste of Storm's cunt entered her, pussy juices and sweat
entered her mouth.
"Come on! Lick me! Lick me!" screamed Storm, pushing her hips harder
against Jean's face, the red headed mutant was shocked as her tongue darted
out, parted the dripping pussylips and slipping inside, she instantly pulled
her tongue free, but she heard a loud laugh from Psylocke.
"Maybe it's not so unnatural?" she laughed,"You certainly seem to be
enjoying it!"
- I AM NOT! - she screamed in her mind - Oh please, please let me go!
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"Begging doesn't become you," laughed Psylocke,"Neither does lying,
if this isn't turning you on, why are you so wet?"
Jean gasped in shock as she felt a finger slide into her defenseless
vagina, it slid in easily, lubricated by her doubles fluids and her own
juices, which were beginning to flow.
"I do believe you are enjoying this," Psylocke laughed, and suddenly
Jean felt something warm and moist pressed against her cunt. Psylocke was
eating her out!
"Stop!" she moaned into Storm's cunt, exciting the Weather Goddess to
no end.
Storm's asscheeks were rubbing against her upper chest, making her
breasts bounce up and down, her nipples had long ago grown erect, sweat
dripped from them, and now she felt a mouth enclose them - it had to be
Jean2! Her own mirror image was licking her tits, her best friend was
forcing her to give her oral intercourse, and Psylocke was eating her out -
and the worst thing of all was, she was beginning to enjoy it.
No sooner had that thought entered her mind when Psylocke began laughing
into her cunt, her tongue continued to dart in and out, Jean let out an
involuntary gasp of pleasure, her tongue had once again begun to slip out,
she suddenly realized she was tongue fucking Storm. Jean2's mouth slid of
her tit and she felt the bed bow slightly as more wight was added to it.
Then she felt something wet and hot settled against her waist, added pressure
on her abdomen proved her fears, Jean2 was straddling her waist.
Psylocke's eyes peered up and she found Jean2's ass right in her
face, it was a pleasant view, dripping pussy, the tiny, puckered entrance to
her anus - but what was she doing? Storm was getting eaten out by the real
Jean, but she could see Jean2's red head bobbing up and down - of course! she
was rimming Storm's asshole!
Psylocke once more gave out a fierce chuckle and began to tongue fuck
Jean's increasingly wetter pussy. Her tongue plunged deep and mercilessly
into Jean, her lips pressed against Jean's beautiful pussy lips, sucking
crazily on her. Jean's moans of defiance had changed to cries of desperation
as she struggled to hold back the inevitable, she was ready to orgasm,
Psylocke's mouth watered at the thought of Jean's juices soaking her face,
the passing of cum from Jean's cunt to Psylocke's mouth would signify the
passing of ownership from Scott to herself - Jean would be hers!
Storm screamed in pleasure as she felt Jean2's finger begin to slide
into her tight asshole, as well as that, the real's Jean's tongue was now
sliding easily into her cunt and she felt an orgasm approaching.
Jean2's finger was nearly being crushed by the pressure of Storm's
asshole, it was so hot and tight, and the sight and sound of her real self
being raped was driving her over the edge, she was ready to cum - and cum
hard!
Storm screamed in pleasure at the same time that Jean2 did, they both
began bucking wildly, their bodies writhed uncontrollably as they began to
cum. Jean tried to close her mouth in time but failed, Storm's juices
exploded into her mouth, forcing her to swallow, it ran out of her mouth and
down her cheeks.
"YYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!" screamed Storm and disappeared, Jean2
plunged forward on top of Jean.
"Oooh Jeannie, that was wonderful!" she gurgled, before Jean could
react her double grabbed her around the neck and kissed her passionately, her
tongue sliding into her mouth - then she too disappeared.
"What's going on?" cried Jean, then she let out an involuntary moan,
Psylocke's efforts had redoubled, almost in desperation.
"Aahhhh......oooohhh........noo......Psylocke........please...........noooooo
o........aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, she was beginning to
orgasm, she couldn't believe it,"NNNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
And then she disappeared as if she had never been there, just as her
juices had begun to flow.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" screamed Psylocke,"NOOOOOO!!!!!"
"Are you sure about this?" Warren asked.
"Better to be safe than sorry," Scott said as he closed the stasis
pod over Jean.
Psylocke came awake with a start, her eyes took in the stasis pod and
for an instant Scott thought he saw unadulterated hate in her eyes, then it
cleared and she smiled.
"Are we as Muir Island yet?" she asked sweetly.
Reed watched the t.v screen in shock.
"Dead? How is that possible?"
Trish Tilby also seemed shocked, she stared at Thor's prostrate body,
then her reporters instinct took over as a new figure emerged from the smoke
- Magneto.
"It appears that Magneto is approaching the Avengers, perhaps to
finish them off, maybe to gloat."
Magneto smiled as he approached, whatever electromagnetic effect that
had shorted out other camera's seemed to be gone, his face was broadcast
around the world.
"I grow tired of these interruptions to my work," he said with a
laugh,"So I think I shall silence then."
Almost casually he lifted his arms up above his head, white light
shone from his eyes.
"I AM MAGNUS!" he roared and white light burst from his body, the
camera exploded in the cameraman's hands, the newsvan caught in flames.
"That's an E.M Flare!" roared Reed Richards,"Hit the Deck!"
"Reed, it's over at Central Park, not here....."
White light filled the room, Reed fell to the ground, Johnny was sent
flying to the other side of the room, the Beast and Iceman crashed into a
table.
On top of Four Freedom's Plaza Rogue was sent whipping into the air,
Gambit hit the remains of the stairwell.
"Rogue!" he screamed, then a small piece of debris hit him in the
face and knocked him out.
Three minutes after the E.M Flare began New York City stood in
darkness. There was no sound but a light wind, no dogs barked, no birds
sang, and no people talked.
The only one still standing was Magnus, and then sound did come back
to the city - Magnus' laughter.
(*) - You guessed it folks, see Something Sinister This Way Comes!
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