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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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	Wolverine 104 - Paradox  (Continued)
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	The other me gets up and rushes back inside, meeting up with three 
hundred pounds of mean coming the over way.
	"That's Roughouse," I say with a little grin,"A brawler I used to get 
in fights with every so often - this is just before I meet Sister Salvation."
	"Why are you wearing a patch on your eye?" Elektra asks me, she means 
the other me.
	"It's a long story darling," I say,"But there's no time, we have to 
talk to that guy over there."
	I point at a tall guy, dressed in a very expensive suit with a pony 
tail, he's talking into a cellphone.
	"I thought we were observers here?" asks Elektra,  a small child had 
just run through her body.
	"We are, but that guy knows we're here."
	"How do you know that?" she asks.
	"Because I have an excellent memory.....even when they're false 
memories....and he wasn't here when I fought Roughouse."
	We approach him carefully, but he knows we're coming, he closes up 
the phone and smiles at us, then walks towards us.
	"Wolverine? Elektra? It is a pleasure and an outrage."
	His voice is smooth, cool and calm, he seems to exude a quiet but 
unshakable confidence.
	"Your words contradict themselves," says Elektra quietly.
	"As well they might, you see, I wanted to see Wolverine, and I 
especially wanted to see you Elektra," a little smirk crosses his face, I 
don't like it - I decide at that moment that I probably don't like him 
either,"But not like this, the old man is interfering, just as I feared."
	"Okay bub, here's the deal, Gateway obviously sent us back here to 
deal with you, what's all this talk about an old man?"
	He gives a little laugh and snaps his fingers, suddenly a new portal 
appears in the air.
	"Follow me Logan, and perhaps you will find out."
	He steps through the portal, with a shrug at Elektra and step 
through......and suddenly it feels like I'm getting pulled inside out.
	The greatest physical pain I have ever felt in my life was when 
Magneto yanked the adamantium out of my body.  The greatest emotional anguish 
has to be when I found Silverfox - the greatest love of my life - gutted by 
my old sparring partner Sabretooth.
	They pale in comparison to this.
	Every molecule in my body seems to be pulled apart, turned inside out 
and ripped into pieces, then put back together roughly,as if by a clumsy 
child's hands.  My mind is picked at, my emotions played with, as if I'm a 
plaything for other people.
	NO MORE!
	I felt this way during the Weapon X project, I was just a piece of 
meat for people to play with.
	NO MORE! I CAN STAND ON MY OWN TWO FEET!!!
	And then it's over.
	"Well, that was fun wasn't it," laughed the suit, Elektra lies at his 
feet, curled into the fetal position.
	SCHILKT, SCHILKT
	"Okay bub, just who the heck are you?"
	"That's just not right is it," he laughs,"Shouldn't it be snikt, 
snikt?"
	I growl at him,"My adamantium got ripped out, along with the metal 
housings that used to encase the claws, so now it's schilkt, schilkt."
	He gives another little laugh and extends his hand to me, I don't 
take it.
	"Oh well, if you insist on silly little names, I'll take one," he 
hums and haws for a second, then smiles,"Paradox, call me Paradox."
	"Where are we?" I ask, looking around and see we're standing in a 
small white room with a little glass window.
	"Eygpt," responds Paradox, he looks a little nervous,"They should be 
here now."
	"Who?"
	"I'm expecting a guy to get thrown in here, I'm a little nervous 
because I don't have a puppet in this Universe yet and it will take too long 
to get one."
	"Puppet? Universe? What's....."
	I'm interrupted again as a door that isn't visible from this side is 
pulled open and somebody big is pushed in, someone big with huge metal 
arms........Chamber!"
	My claws slip out again, I'm ready to attack, but Paradox places an 
arm on my shoulder and shakes his head with a smile.
	"Watch, my puppet was able to stop this in your Universe, but Hama 
managed to pull it off in this one."
	I've given up trying to understand, I just watch.
	"Bugs!" Chamber is laughing,"You're attacking me with Bugs!"
	Small bugs are launching into the room, I hear a familiar voice - 
Tyler! - speaking,"Mutant Deathwatch Beetles actually, they'll tear your skin 
away in a matter of seconds."
	It's sickening, I watch in disgust as Chamber's flesh is ripped away, 
leaving only his adamantium implants, Paradox steps forward and grabs a small 
forearm attachment.
	"Gateway!" he yells,"Quickly, Hama will notice me any second now!"
	The portal opens and he scoops up Elektra, leaping into it, I follow 
after only the briefest hesitation.

	We're back in Madripoor, but this time in the Prince's Palace, the 
other me is hidden in the shadows, chatting with Xi'an Coy Manh, so we've 
skipped in time somewhat.
	"Okay Paradox, what's the deal, why did you steal the adamantium?"
	He's completely confident again, not a hint of fear, Elektra is 
standing again, but there's a look of wild fear in her eyes.
	"The old man didn't expect me to try that," he laughs,"Used his own 
trick against him, hopping between Universes - took out his champion like 
that!" he snaps his fingers again and Elektra collapses to the ground.
	"That's it!" I yell, leaping forward I unsheathe my claws and push 
them straight into his belly, then I snap the other into his thigh.
	"How do you like that?" I growl at him, and he laughs.
	"Didn't you wonder where the adamantium went?' he laughs,"I swallowed 
it."
	"That's crazy," I growl,"You can't swallow that much adamantium."
	"I'm a living Paradox," he laughed,"Hence the kooky nickname," he 
doesn't seem to be in any pain at all,"I need your help to take out Magnus, 
I'm not allowed to interfere directly in the final outcome, but I need you 
all to survive for the final scene!"
	"This is all a game to you, isn't it?" I snarl and pull the claws in 
his belly up slightly, he doesn't even wince.
	"Listen carefully Logan," he says, he looks serious,"I took over a 
writer in the real world, one imminently corruptible.  I made him my puppet 
and had him create a new universe to suit my purposes, but I didn't take into 
account just how strenuously people take their real creations."
	He smiles briefly at me, then continues.
	"You're Logan, but you're not the Logan that was meant to be, but one 
twisted and used by my puppet for my purposes.  
	I'm a thrillseeker Logan, I seek out challenges and new sensations, 
and I've longed to conquer this Universe, to prove my superiority, but the 
old man has taken acception to this."
	"What old man?"
	"I can't say his name, it'll draw him straight to my puppet, there' 
ll be law suits, police procedures and this universe will be effectively 
deleted."
	"Are you trying to tell me you're some kind of God?"
	"To the extent that writers are creators, my puppet has created this 
Universe, but it's based on another creators universe and that Creator is 
trying to catch me.  All ready this Universe is spiraling out of control, my 
Puppet is no longer in control of everything, and if we're not careful, it 
may become a real universe in it's own right.  You see, everything is 
supposed to revolve around Magnus, but already subplots are sneaking in."
	"This is all above my head," I growl at him,"But I don't think any 
kind of God can bleed, and that's what you're doing!"
	He doesn't even seem to hear me, he just keeps talking,"Right now I 
can't step in and take over, but once the characters in this Universe have 
removed themselves as far from their original characterizations as they can 
without being different people, I can step in without fear of reprisal.
	Goodbye Logan, the next time we meet you should be naked and fucking 
Jubilee up the ass!"
	He disappears, just like that.
	And I look at the new metal housings on my fists, and the adamantium 
claws resting in them.
	And then I scream.

	Jean Grey snapped awake, fear in her eyes, terror on her lips.
	Two words wrestle on the tip of her tongue, as Scott rushes to her 
side Psylocke awaits in anticipation to hear which will be chosen.
	"Logan!" she cries out,"Oh dear God Scott, something is wrong with 
Logan!"
	Psylocke tries to hide her disappointment.


	Elektra slaps me, I break out of the scream as I look around, I'm 
sitting on top of the roof of the Massachuessetts Academy, rain pours down 
over the two of us, Gateway has disappeared.
	"Come Logan, we must get out of the rain," she pulls me to my feet 
and drags me down into the Mansion.
	I stare blankly at nothing for awhile, then sit up, pop one claw lose 
and drive it into my forearm.
	"LOGAN! NO!!!" Elektra screams, I pull the claw loose, and instantly 
the wound closes over, I smile slightly.
	"What did you do that for?" she asks in fear.
	"Look at this," I say, showing the claw, there's blood and a fleck of 
something white.
	"A bone fragment?" she asks.
	"Exactly," I respond in relief,"My claws are adamantium again, but my 
bones are still bones."
	"I don't understand why you're so happy, I know I wouldn't mind an 
unbreakable skeleton."
	"Been there, done that," I respond with a grin,"I always felt less of 
a man, as if I depended on it to keep me alive, I had an unfair advantage."
	"And now?"
	"Now, at least my claws are unbreakable."
	Gateway appears in the room, his whirligig going like crazy.
	"Who was that guy?" I ask Gateway,"Was he really some kind of God, or 
are we just characters in somebody's story."
	Gateway is as silent as always, but I sense urgency from him, he 
whirls faster and motions for me and Elektra to jump in.
	"We got nothing to lose darling," I say, stepping forward.
	She's scared, after the last experience I can see why, but to her 
credit she follows almost immediately.
	And through we go.

	"Mystique is next," laughed Sabretooth,"And what are you going to do 
about it?"
	Before Forge could answer, the air seemed to rip and shred around 
him, and two figures stepped out into the lab.
	Forge recognized the first from the Federal Database, she was a 
female, she looked Greek and wore a skin tight, tiny red costume.
	Elektra.
	The other was a man he considered to be an ally, if not a close 
friend, and at the moment he looked even more dangerous and vicious than 
Sabretooth.
	Snikt, snikt.
	"No! no one is next," I growl,"Because I'm putting an end to you, 
right now!"	

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	Impact Of The Herald Of Armageddon 2
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	Generation X 19 - Manipulations.
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	The White Queen was wearing clothes.
	"Emma? You were naked before?" asked Banshee.
	"I've created a telepathic field," she replied with a smirk,"So 
anyone looking at me sees my uniform, if you would prefer to see me naked, 
just ask?"
	Banshee snarled,"Woman, you'll push me too far one day."
	"Speaking of pushing, look at that hole in the air."
	They looked up and saw something pushing against the nothingness in 
the air.
	"What's going on?" came a couple of voices in unison, Banshee and 
Emma turned to find Skin and Synch approaching, Artie and Leech - the two 
mutant children - behind them.
	"Look and ye'll ken as much as us," replied Banshee roughly.
	Synch stared at the struggling shape trying to pull itself out of the 
air. 
	"Friend of Foe?" asked Skin.
	"I don't know," said Emma,"I can't get a telepathic reading."
	"If it's a mutant, I could try and synch with it's powers, it'll give 
me a better understanding of it."
	"Try it," said Banshee,"But be careful."
	Synch stretched out his aura, surrounding the struggling shape in the 
air, his head contorted in intense concentration, his hand lifted up and 
three pink blades seemed to tear out of the air and appear in his hands.  He 
leaped forward, the pink blades sliced into the hole.
	"No Synch!" screamed Banshee belatedly.
	Pink light surged from the hole in the air, a figure tumbled through 
and collapsed to the ground, next to Synch, who had withdrawn his aura.
	And on the ground, Blink lay on the ground, groggily staring at 
Banshee, The White Queen and Skin.

	
	Husk was pulling Chamber's belt away from his pants.
	- Paige! - he screamed into her mind, - What do you think you're 
doing. -
	"I'm tired of waiting, being the good girl! Come on!" she grabbed his 
pants and began pulling them down.
	- Paige, Johnathon, join us upstairs immediately, oh and Chamber, 
keep your pants on! -	
	Johnathon growled and pushed Husk from him.
	- Look what you've done now gel! - he snapped at her, - The White 
Queen will have me guts for garters! -
	

	Monet pulled her clothes on, she glared at Jubilee angrily.
	"That's disgusting, stop it at once!"
	Jubilee was masturbating herself with a vengeance, her hips were 
arched up, sweat ran down her body, her plump breasts bounced up and down and 
two of her fingers slid in and out of her cunt.
	"You didn't seem to mind when I was doing it to you before!" laughed 
Jubilee between gasps of pleasure.
	M snarled at the sexually aroused teenager.
	"That never happened you little bitch, understand!"
	Jubilee laughed as her fingers seemed to blur in and out of her tight 
little pussy.
	"Sure you won't join me?" she asked with a smile,"I know you want 
to."
	The trouble was, she was right, M longed to bury her own fingers into 
her sopping wet cunt, she wanted so badly to kiss Jubilee again, to run her 
fingers down her hot, sweaty body, to suckle on her breasts and bury her face 
in her steaming muff.........
	"Don't be ridiculous," she snapped.
	Jubilee began singing I Got You Under My Skin under her breath as her 
fingers plunged in an out.  She came with a barely audible scream, juices 
flowed out of her body, her hips bucked slower and slower and then she 
stopped totally, lying still on the bed, desperately trying to catch her 
breath.
	- Jubilee, Monet, come downstairs quickly - came The White Queen's 
voice in their heads, - Quickly -
	The sensation of having the White Queen in her head bought a brief 
feeling of familiarity, and suddenly she began to suspect.


	Blink was swaddled in blankets, desperately trying to keep warm.
	"She's in shock," said Banshee,"I don't blame her, the last time we 
saw her was on a freighter, she ripped it into pieces and pulled it into an 
unknown dimension to protect us from that Phalanx creature." (*)
	"No!" gasped Blink,"I was there......then, I was somewhere else, a 
strange place, everybody was the same, but different!" (**)
	"And you were there, and you and you and you!" laughed Skin, everyone 
looked at him strangely, and he bowed his head.
	Blink smiled slightly,"I...remember a big fight, we had to save 
Magneto, so we...."
	"MAGNETO!" cried everyone in shock.
	She looked up at them,"Yeah? He is the leader of the X-Men."
	They looked at her in shock and she grabbed her head,"No, no he's 
not, Professor Xavier is, isn't he?"
	"Calm down," replied Emma,"You've been through a lot, you need to 
rest..."
	"NO!" Blink yelled, leaping to her feet,"I was a meek little lamb and 
it nearly got Mr Creed killed, I had to stand on my own two feet!"
	"BLINK!" screamed a voice, before anyone could respond Jubilee seemed 
to be tackling the pink skinned mutant, knocking her back to the couch and 
hugging against her, she began babbling.
	
"WowBlinkBlinkisthatyouIthoughtyouweredeadandohwowIcan'tbeleiveityou're 
alive!wowthisisjustgreatandyou'rebackwherehaveyoubeenthisisincredible."
	"Jubilee, calm down," yelled Blink,"Where's Gambit?"
	"Gambit? He's with the X-Men."
	"What about the rest of the X-Ternals?"
	"Umm....Blink?"
	Blink grabbed her head in her hands and moaned,"I'm sorry, I'm trying 
to reconcile the two Universe's in my head, I had convinced myself this one 
was a dream."
	"Perhaps I should call Professor Xavier," said Banshee,"Bishop went 
through a similar trauma a few months ago."
	He walked into the comms room, and found Penance lying on her back, 
chewing at some loose wires from the remains of the the Communications 
Console.
	"Penance!" he yelled, she darted to her feet and speed past him like 
a frightened cat.
	"Well so much for that idea," he looked at the mess on the floor,"Why 
the hell did she do this?"
	Paradox floated above Banshee's head, he laughed lightly and slipped 
through the wall to watch the proceedings.
	
	Blink settled down into the bed, she huddled up and fell almost 
instantly asleep.
	"I don't get it," said Banshee, looking over at Emma.
	"That kid Xavier took in for awhile - Nate Grey - told a similar 
story, he came from another universe ruled by Apocalypse, he says that he 
fell into the M'Kraan Cyrstal with several others and they were transported 
to various times and places around Earth."
	"The Dark Beast, who's dead now anyway, Sugarman, Nate and now Blink, 
who know's when we might meet someone else?"
	"I'm tired," replied the White Queen,"What I really want to do is go 
to sleep and relax for a few hours."
	They walked together out of the girls room, Jubilee had already 
settled into sleep, M was reading a book.
	"Get some sleep Monet," said Banshee,"We've got a very big day ahead 
of us tomorrow."
	M smiled up at him.
	"I'll just finish this chapter," she said and went back to the book, 
Banshee left.
	She waited a few seconds, then got up and headed down towards the 
boy's dormitory.
	

	Emma settled down onto the couch and stretched out.
	"I don't know Banshee, do you ever get the feeling that the Universe 
is conspiring against you?"
	"Ever since I became co-headmaster with you."
	"Haha," she smiled,"Now I was serious, I am really tired," she 
stretched out her legs and arms till her body was taut and drawn, then 
crumpled down, falling asleep almost instantly on the couch.  And as soon as 
she did, the telepathic illusion of her clothes disappeared. 
	Banshee stared in open mouthed wonder at Emma's fantastic body, her 
large yet firm breasts, rising and falling slowly as she breathed in and out, 
her impossibly skinny waist, her gently curving hips and shaven vagina, with 
only the barest rectangle of yellow pussy hair.
	He forced himself to swallow, then tore his eyes away and went in 
search of a blanket to drape over her, then he'd take her upstairs and put 
her to sleep in her own bed.

	

	Synch had only the briefest second to register M standing over his 
bed, his eyes took in her lithe form standing before him, she was dressed 
only in small white panties and a tiny red t-shirt that hugged her upper body 
and breasts.  
	Then she blasted his consciousness, knocking him out with a quick 
psi-bolt, doing no lasting damage but rendering him unconscious.
	He stood up at her psionic command and followed her out of the room, 
they made their way towards Emma's room.
	


	Banshee lay in his bed, tossing and turning, trying to force the 
image of Emma's naked body out of his mind.
	She was infuriating!
	He was attracted to her, their was no doubt of that, but she made him 
so mad that sometimes he just wanted to....wanted to.......
	What? Sweep her off her feet and carry her upstairs, like some 
ravaging pirate? Or push her down against her bed and take what he wanted 
from her?
	"There's no use thinking such thoughts, Sean," he thought to 
himself,"That way madness lies."
	And as he lay thinking to himself that he shouldn't think such 
thoughts, he feel asleep and dreamt of them instead.

	M forced Synch to synch himself with the White Queen's powers, then 
made him use his new telepathic prowess to slip into her mind, tempered by 
M's already formidable psychic powers they battered her defenses and caught 
hold of her subconsciousness.
	"Now," said M,"To see."
	She searched throughout the White Queen's mind and discovered that 
yes, she had manipulated her and Jubilee into their 
little.....experiment....and had taken immense pleasure in watching M degrade 
herself.
	"My turn," growled M with pleasure, allowing emotion to take 
over,"What's your greatest fear Ms Frost? What's your most powerful fantasy?"
	And with Synch's help she searched, and found.

	
	Emma awoke with a start, looking up she discovered herself in a 
strange looking lab.  She seemed to be lying stomach down on a cold metal 
table.
	"What's going on here?" she asked, and was surprised at how weak her 
voice sounded to herself.  She tried to twist around onto her back and 
discovered she couldn't make her body move from the neck down.  Indeed, 
something heavy seemed to be attached to her neck.
	"Neural Dusruptor," said a quiet, calm voice,"It prevents your nerve 
endings from commanding your body to move, and as a handy side-effect, cuts 
you off from your telepathic powers."
	She twisted her head to the side and saw a tall, smiling man standing 
across from to her.  He was dressed in an expensive Business suit - Armani 
she thought to herself - and had his greying back hair pulled back in a pony 
tail.  He smiled at her with bright white teeth and approached her.  He 
walked confidently and without fear.
	"Hello Emma, are you enjoying your fantasy?"
	"My fantasy? What the hell are you talking about?"
	"Oh? You don't know? M has taken over your mind and trapped you 
within a fantasy of your own creation."
	"Impossible, my mind is too highly trained to let me be taken over by 
an eighteen year old prima donna!"
	"Too true, too true, I had to step in and help a little bit - just a 
little mind, I can't do too much or the old man will catch me out - but hey, 
I don't mind."
	"Who are you," she growled at him.
	"Oh you creatures and your need for identification are so amusing," 
he reached out and grabbed her by the buttocks, she realized with a start 
that she was naked.
	"What a beautiful ass you have," he said, massaging the two firm 
globes of flesh together,"You've kept yourself together well Emma, it's 
almost a shame we have to abuse it."
	"What are you talk......" she started, then twisted her head and 
found herself facing her worst fear and greatest fantasy.
	Three men stood facing her, all completely naked.
	Sebastian Shaw - The Black King Of The HellFire Club
	Sean Cassidy - Banshee
	Erik Magnus Lenshnerr - Magneto
	Three men that she had always wanted but secretly feared, three men 
ready to take her against her will.  She was terrified, and what was worse, 
she was also a little excited.
	"You have a little masochistic streak," laughed the stranger,"You're 
almost as much of a paradox as myself, because you act such the sadist 
usually."
	Shaw stepped forward, he grabbed her by the chin and forced her mouth 
open, she looked straight forward and saw his massive member, erect and 
oozing pre-cum, heading for her mouth.  She twisted her mouth free but Shaw 
just smiled arrogantly at her.  She let out a gasp of panic as he pulled her 
body up slightly, and then slid his arms down her body and grabbed her 
breasts in both hands.  He kneaded them like they were dough, wildly 
squeezing and twisting them, molding them in his large hands and teasing her 
erect nipples with well practiced and nimble fingers.
	He suddenly grabbed her by the sides, pulled her up into the air and 
sat her down on her ass, then pulled her chest forward and slipped one erect 
nipple into his waiting mouth.
	Emma gave a scream of shock and surprise as he began suckling on her
huge tit, she could feel his wet mouth around her nipple, sucking heavily on
it and the surrounding mam-meat.
	Someone was behind her, she was unable to turn her head enough to see 
who, but he grabbed her folded legs with rough hands and pulled them out 
behind her, Shaw gave a squawk of surprise.
	"Warning next time, huh Irish?" he said, so it was Banshee.	
	Shaw lifted her body and then slid down onto his back, lowering her 
body back down so that her tits pressed against his face, he once more began 
suckling on her them.
	Banshee slid his knees against her ass, then raised her lower body 
slightly, so that now she was on her knees, Magneto appeared beside her, he 
grabbed her arms and locked them into place so she was in the doggy position.
	She screamed in fear as she felt the tip of Banshee's penis against 
her delicate lips. 
	She screamed in part terror and in some slight sexual exhilaration as 
he slid his member between lips, sliding deeply into her body without her 
permission.  She hated this because she wasn't in control, she was subject to 
their whims and fancies.  He slid past her pussy muscles, which - while not 
resisting - were still tight around his large member.
	"PLEASE! BANSHEE PLEASE GET IT OUT, PLEAAAAASSSSSSEEEEEE!!!!!"
	"You don't seem to understand," said the stranger,"He's not the real 
Banshee, he's not the real Sebastian Shaw or the real Magneto - this is your 
fantasy!"
	"That's not true!" she screamed as Banshee grabbed her hips and began 
slamming against her, pushing into her womanhood.
	"It's time," said Magneto,"Prepare."
	Banshee pulled loose, Shaw slid out from under her and Emma collapsed 
onto the table.
	"Move her onto the floor," said Magneto, Shaw and Banshee grabbed her 
and hoisted her down from the table, Shaw held her up and Banshee lay down on 
his back on the floor.  She lifted hr into the air and Magneto grabbed her 
legs, spreading them apart and lowering her down onto Banshee's erect member.
	Now she was lying on top of him, he had hold of her breasts, 
squeezing and suckling on them as he made small thrusting motions with his 
hips, sliding in and out of her tight pussy.
	Shaw stepped around and got down on his knees, grabbing her chin 
again he thrust his cock hard into Emma's mouth.
	"Mpphhlllllgggghhhhhh!!!!! NNNGGGUUGGH!!" she screamed around his 
thick meat as it slid to the back of her throat, she gagged on it, but had no 
room for air.
	"SUCK BITCH!!!!!" roared Shaw,"SUCK ME HARD!!!!!!"
	To her horror and revulsion, Emma began to suck on his cock, and let 
out a slight mewl of pleasure as Banshee pumped into her.
	The stranger knelt down next to her, her eyes rolled crazily around 
to him, looking up at him with pleading.
	"You're one sick bitch you know?" he said with a laugh,"Where's 
Magneto do you think?"
	The man himself answered by grabbing her asscheeks, pulling them 
apart and thrusting a spit-slick finger into her asshole.
	"NUUUUURRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!" she screamed around Shaw's cock as 
Magneto's finger began sliding in and out of her vise-like rectum.
	"Mmmmmmm," moaned Banshee around her tit,"Ye've got a fine set of 
tits Emma, and yer cunt is a wonder."
	She couldn't even clamp her cunt muscles down in an effort to keep 
him out as he pushed in and out of her, she was completely at their mercy and 
the feeling both terrified and fascinated her.
     	
	(*) The Phalanx Covenant, ask your local comic book retailer about 
it, it's a great story. 
	(**) - The Age Of Apocalypse, another great story arc, again, ask 
your local comic book retailer about it!
	

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