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Herald of Armageddon
From: dimitri@ihug.co.nz (dimitri)
"...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 valorus 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..."
"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! Quicksilver! 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 armsn 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, pitchblack sceptre.
"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 who...."
"Tak was but a temporary replacement for myself," laughed the shadowy
figure,"But I am the true Proctor, 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 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 ectasy 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, swunging 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!
-
"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 beleive 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 realised 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 - og 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 beleive 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 Trilby also seemed shocked, she stared at Thor's protrate 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 interuptions 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 - the sound of groans of pain, screams of terror and over it all
- Magnus' laughter.