X-Men: Condition of Psylock 2-2 "Hey, Wolvie. What took so long? I mean, if Gambit beat you back here, your age must be getting to you." She didn't dare assume anything when it came to his hidden agendas. Sitting at a small nearby table, Gambit, already in his outfit, ate the breakfast prepared earlier. Rogue sat partially on a countertop eating her share. Beast hung from a conveniently placed bar in the corner of the extended kitchen. Just down the hall came the leader of the team, struggling with each step, still quite dazed, Jean helping him along. Gambit looked at Psylocke every few moments, turning his attention back down to his food, his eyes never meeting Rogue's all through breakfast. Scott's head always kept Betsy in view, even though Jean stood right next to him. Jubilee stepped next to Logan, and Betsy went to get her share. Wolverine glanced around nervously, wondering why no one else could smell what had just happened. Jean held his gaze, but his fear of discovery was more disconcerting than her look. Gambit was the next to address Logan, "So, you got sum'tin' planned fo' us today, Wolverine?" Hesitating a moment, he responed, "I spent all night working on a Danger Room sequence that should prepare us for our next mission. Charlie told me yesterday about what we have to do. It's supposed to be simple, but we have to be ready for anything. Of course, the Danger Room is only for the fighting aspects of the mission, but the opponents we might be facing would be rather unique, even for us. I'll explain it in the briefing room. Scotty, make sure you bring the mission folder Chuck left in your room yesterday." "Yeah, sure." He was clearly out of it, still. As he looked at Psylocke, she refused to engage in eye contact. Jean nudged him, and they just dabbled in the hash browns. Psylocke stood by herself in front of the sink, vaguely listening. Rogue approached her, saying, "Hey, Bets. You been workin' early this mornin'? Ah think you been a bit too serious, lately." "No, Rogue. I've just been trying to sort some things out. How are you and Gambit doing?" "As well as any couple could without kissin'. You know, you should use that body o' yours to get yourself a man. Ah think you'd feel a lot better." At the suggestion, Beast nonwithstanding, the men kept Betsy in the corner of an eye, and an ear directed straight at her, awaiting the reply. "I'm not sure if I should. I think I've gotten through everything pretty well, just by keeping an arms distance from personal." "Come on, I've got to have someone to live my fantasies for me." 'If only you knew' Psylocke thought, but didn't project. "Let me know sometime, then. Maybe I can get some juicy gossip for your sick libido." Psylocke made sure to smile when she said it, drawing the laugh. Logan interjected, "Since our fearless leader doesn't seem to be quite here yet, Everyone to the War Room in fifteen minutes. Jean, you can come along, too, if you want." "I think I will. Thank you, Logan." She let her eyes linger, just to make sure he was uncomfortable. "Well, Rogue, I've got to shower before our big briefing here, so I'll see you there." Beast watched everyone, silently noting the oddness. In her shower, Betsy stayed apart from the water for a few minutes, dabbling her fingers in the stream occasionally to wet them down. The shower consisted of a large glass encasement, with a couple steps down to the drain level. After rubbing Wolverine's seed over her, she sat directed the water down onto her. Her fingers rubbing between her legs, she inserted her left index finger. Slowly moving this around, she added her middle finger, and moved those around inside of her. Then her ring finger joined them in their attempt to fill her. Bending down, but remaining seated, she put in her pinky as well. Moving this around for a full minute, she tired of the few inches she could displace. Brushing her thumb across her clit, she shuddered just before she worked her thumb in to join them. Concentrating deeply, and shutting out the water beating down on her, she kept her hand folded to its smallest radius. Inch by inch, she worked her entire hand into herself. Twisting around, she fingered her own deepest recesses. Taking a deep breath, she made a fist and moved it back and forth. Her arm tiring fast, she allowed her orgasms to sweep over her, just as she manifested her psychic knife. Pulling her fist from her spasming cunt, she collected her fluids with both hands. Lifting this up to her face, she opens her mouth, and lets it fall over her face, some of it landing in her mouth. Running her hands through her hair, she rinsed off in the falling stream, using no soap. "Scott, you've never been like this before. You're so distant and cold. Did I do something wrong last night?" "No, Jean. It's just that I feel unsure of myself as a leader." "Scott, everyone looks up to you, even Wolverine in his own way. You just hold everyone in such a place that you can't touch them, even if their lives are in your hands. Everyone holds an affection for everyone else on the team, and it's your judgement that makes sure that affection is where it should be, in the open and comfortably among us. They don't need a cold leader, they need a passionate one." "Thank you, Jean. Are you up for a quickie? You said passion, so I'd like to show you first." "Oh, Scott. You are just so strange today." "You didn't answer me." "Scott. How can you think of sex at a time like this?" "Let's see. I see a bodacious redhead in front of me, I have an aching erection, and you tell me to be passionate. Then let me." He scooped her up in his arms. Dropping her face down onto the bed, he found the nearly invisible seam of her outfit and pulled her pants down to her ankles. Pulling his own down to accomodate his bulging member, he placed the head at her wetting threshold. "Scott! You've never been like this before." He reached forward and grabbed her breasts, pulling her down onto him. They each let out a hard breath. Scott then proceeded to set his rhythm. His abruptness brought her to one rapid orgasm immediately, which further wet the way for him. After she found a more fulfilling one, he removed himself from her, pulled her up to face him, and pushed her to her knees in front of him. "I don't think you've ever done this before. Try it." "Scott, I don't think I want too." "I'm not going to force you to, but if you don't then just kneel there." Jean hesitated, and turned her head to cry. Ignoring her, Scott moved his hand over himself, aiming straight at her. Feeling the rush reach that unstoppable point, he put a hand on Jean's cheek, and turned her face towards his quivering member. Holding her face there, he spewed his load onto her face, droplets clinging to her eyebrows and eyelashes, covering her lips. Wiping himself on her hair, he replaced himself in his pants and left the room. Holding herself in her degraded state, she whimpered, dropped a couple tears, and as she headed for the bathroom, licked her lips. In the War Room, Psylocke was the last to show up. Cyclops stood proudly in front of everyone, several monitors behind him displaying their recent history. Jean sat in the back of the room, as did Gambit. "Over the next few weeks, we will be encountering a new threat to humanity, both normal and mutant. First of all, the Acolytes and the Upstarts are getting together to restart the Hellfire Club. If those two groups were to function together, very little would stand in their way, since they have connections across the board including anyone left with claims to Magneto and the Hand. They have a full range of powers amongst themselves, and the backing to set themselves up as the foremost Superpower on the planet. "Assisting us will be X-Factor. The Gold team, sans Jean, is with the Professor in the Balkans putting down the new mutant uprising." Into the room walked the five members of the team: Alex Summers, aka Havok, Lorna Dane aka Polaris, Jamie Madrox aka Multiple Man, Guido aka Strong Guy, and Pietro Maximoff aka Quicksilver. Madrox was given a lot of responsibility. He was to run the base operations from the mansion, and also participate on the main adventure group. "So, where is Xavier, Scott?" Val Cooper asked. "He's off with the other team saving the western world again." "Well, I hope he gets back to give some insight to all of these missions. Anyways, I want to say goodbye to my team for a little while here. I get to stay here and run things while you guys are off running a tab on property damage." "To each our own." "Havok, remember, you're just as good as your brother, if not better." She grimaced at the innuendo. "Have fun." She swayed her hips at him as she walked to the girls. "Polaris, Rahne, don't let the rest of the team get caught between your little squabbles." "Don't worry about it, Val. Rahne and I've made up already. Nothing to worry about." The glimmer in her eye seemed to hold a little more than expected. "Yo, Guido. You're the only real man on the job here, so keep 'em in line." "Sure thing, Val. I really like being patronized. Just for that, I might make you come to my gym." "When you get back, you big lump." She jumped up and kissed his cheek, like a little girl. Madrox, the Multiple Man, feeling rather stressed, decided to relieve himself, the way only he could. "Val? I've already made my dupes for mission, and I have a couple sitting monitoring the War Room. I'm going to eat now, okay?" "Sure, Jamie. Actually, mind if I join you?" "Not at all." As he turned from her for the slightest second, his tight grin escaped him a second until it returned as he turned back. "So, where's the kitchen, Jamie?" "It's down this hall, last door on the right. By the way, Val. Pick a number between one and a hundred." "I've always hated games like that. Okay, a hundred. A hundred what?" "Oh, you'll see." As they arrived, he turned the knob, let Val enter the dark room first. Stepping behind her, he punched the frame of the door with both hands. As his mutant ability dictated, two Madroxes appeared on either side of her. Stepping inside, he closed the door, but left the light off. "By the way, Val, this isn't the kitchen." The two dupes held her arms tight and her mouth covered. "Oh, and a hundred is the number of dupes you gotta empty before the night's over." Her eyes were wide, and her body was tense. As she kicked one of them, another one appeared in front of her. This one systematically began removing her clothes. First her skirt was dropped, and then her panties joined it. Next, her suit jacket reached the pile, and then her blouse was torn from her, just to shock her. Her bra was first flipped down, and then removed. "You've always been in charge, haven't ya' babe? Well, guess who's in charge now." She was thrown to a bed, her screams now echoing in the enclosed room. "Jamie!! How dare you! You have no idea what I can do to you, do you?" "Maybe not, but I have a great idea as to what you can do for me." "I mean it, Jamie. I barely lasted that last time when there were only ten of you." "You always said, we need to grow. Don't try to excuse yourself from your own rules, now. I tell you what, I'll let you off with ten this time. Tomorrow, you get twenty, the day after, thirty, and then forty. That way, you can still make that hundred mark you set earlier." "Jamie..." "Val? Remember, I outnumber you. Let's see, there are four of me, right now." Two hits to each of the other three allowed six more to join the fray. "Okay. Now Val, you know how I like to start, so get to work." Crawling off of the bed, she walked on her knees over the first one. Looking up at him, she took his partially flacid member between her lips. Once he was fully at attention, she went onto the next one. After all ten of them were sufficiently hard, she fell to her hands. The first one she sucked to firmness mounted her from behind. The next one she helped stepped in front of her to receive more oral ministrations. The others encircled the three, gently stroking themselves as she submitted to the sandwich. Feeling their spasms increasing, she felt no need to draw them out, so she increased the pressure her tongue was delivering, and pushed back on the one behind her. Her back arched and her mouth overflowed as they each came into her. "Two down, Val. Good job. Now," "Try me," another stepped forward. Pulling her to her feet, he maneuvered her to the bed, lay her down, facing up, and slid into her, missionary style. His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing gently, and his motions revealed his awareness to her body. The others waited in the shadows. The eyes didn't move as he calmly increased his thrusts and spilled himself into her. "After such a tender display (I'm so ashamed of me)" "I get to chart some unexplored territory," another finished again. Gruffly picking her up, leaving her face in a pillow, and facing her down, his member found its way between her smooth, firm buttocks. Holding out a hand, he received a tube of lubricant from another, and he placed a golf ball sized load on her puckered hole. With his tip, he mashed slowly into the pile, and then slowly wedged his way in. As his hips met hers, he withdrew completely, and started over. Suddenly, he pushed his entire length into her, and found the muffled scream. Rapidly, he thrust into her rear, as her screams died down to a silent open mouth. As he neared his climax, he reached forward, grabbed her long blond hair, and pulled her up, making the angle more difficult on her, making her tighten around his spewing length. "Oh, man. That was great. I gotta try that." The next one mimicked him, but pulled her up by grabbing her breasts from behind as he sent his load into her. "Okay, Val. That's four of me. Now, we'll make you feel better. Guys?" Four more stepped forward, each grabbing a limb. Facing her up, they tied her to the posts, spread-eagled, classically. One of them climbed between her knees, his face in her groin. Another straddled her stomach, and the last two stood on the side of the bed. The first one set his lips to hers, his tongue darting around her genitalia. The one on her chest rested his member between her breasts. The other two placed their lips on her nipples, their hands pressing her breasts together. Her moans were instantaneous, and deep. As she tried to twist and writhe, her frustration at the ties heightened her pleasure. The penis between her breasts now started to oscillate. In the throes of her bondage, the waves of her orgasms passed over her in rapid succession. At the height of it, she felt herself penetrated below and another presented himself to her lips. She accepted this out of sheer gratitude, and as she fellt one spill himself between her legs, she lost track of the member between her breasts. Opening her eyes, she found another member in waiting by her mouth, and a hand stroking it. Just as one pulled back, the other touched on her lips. With the two heads touching each other right in front of her mouth, they sent simultaneous loads into her mouth. When the flow stopped, and she came up for air, she felt her bonds being broken. Moved over in the bed, the original Madrox lay down next to her. His member resting on her thigh, she rolled over on top of him and settled down onto it. The other two stepped onto the bed. One came up behind her, settling himself between his creator's legs, he moved his member up into the rear of his superior. Val yelped as he reached full depth. As she opened her mouth for a large breath, the last one's instrument found its sheath. The indomitable triange was formed, and everyone was being more than satisfied. Being the same person, they all found a simultaneous orgasm, filling her every orifice. Val collapsed onto the groins of Madrox, and they collapsed onto her. She drifted into a fierce slumber as she was settled into the bed more comfortably. The War room was busy with roughly forty Madroxes running around, doing various tasks, checking monitors, scribbling down odd notes, and generally keeping the job as difficult as possible. In the hangar, the two teams, with all thirteen mutants boarded the Blackbird and found their seats. Guido remained slightly cramped in the tail of the place. Lorna Dane, known commonly as Polaris, walked back to the compartment he was strapped into, and checked his harnesses. "Gee, thanks, Lorna. Did I ever tell you how ravishing you look when you strap me in?" "Every chance you get, Guido." Her voice was tight, and nonchalant. "You know, Lorn', I think you should really look into working out with bigger men. I think you're the second best looking person in the world." "And who's supposed to be the best, Guido?" she was still checking his belt. "Ce moi." His fingers fanned across his neckline just to imitate a commercial model. She giggled slightly. "Oh, really, now. Guido, you should watch who you flirt with, 'cuz you might not always get what you expect." "Oh, don't break my heart, Lorna." His lips formed a pout that melted her icy demeanor. "Oh, come on, Guido. I'll always love you." She kissed his cheek, and left a big grin on his face. In an coffeehouse on the outskirts of London, two faces hovered over a wooden checkerboard. Plain pieces rested on its surface as a clockhand on one of two faces moved silently. "So tell me, Gamesmaster, exactly who are we playing against?" "The challenge of the game is to measure the opponent, not identify him. You really must learn quicker to be a key member of the Upstarts, young Shinobi." "But the Acolytes are just as worthy opponents as the X-Men. What use is it not to let us know who the game is with?" "I have reasons for every move in the game. The opponents constantly change, but the game still goes on. The opening, even though non-standard, is still rather predicible in its outcome. The middle game has been played to the fullest by the X-Men in the past. Now with the Acolytes coming onto the board, the only thing changing is the perspective. The goal remains the same, only now we're looking at the board from a slightly different angle." "Your riddles are tiresome. Why don't you speak plainly?" "If I did that, I'd be no better than a mutant." "So what are we up against here, Scott?" "We're not exactly sure, but with Madrox and Val running the mansion, and hooking up with a couple contacts here, I'm sure we'll be more than enough for them." "Who are our contacts?" "You'll see them in a couple seconds." Before the hatch even opened, two more were among the crew on the grounded plane. The smell of brimstone marked off the presence of Nightcrawler. And the spooky phasing ability of another through the floor made everyone aware that Kitty Pryde, aka Shadowcat, was present. After all of the pleasantries were done, eventually outside due the cramped quarters of the jet. As they headed off to the cars in waiting, Polaris heard a soft but definite cry, "Lorna..." At that moment, she forgot to let Guido out of the harness in the Blackbird, and guessed that he fell asleep. Telling everyone else just to leave a car for her, she ran back to the plane. As she entered the compartment he sat in, she found him in tears as his large fingers were unable to manipulate the harness. Seeing him like this made her maternal nature come out and she hugged him as she magnetically undid the lock. "Oh, Guido. I'm sorry. It's just that Kitty and Kurt showed up and we all got wrapped up in greeting them." "Don't worry about it Lorna." He sniffled quietly, his childish performance unquestioned. "I'm used to being left alone. Lila did it before. I would've just waited until nightfall to break the damn thing and go back home, wherever that is." The guilt trip worked flawlessly. "Oh, come on, Guido. I'll never leave you like that again." She hoped he understood her. "How can I make it up to you?" Guido understood perfectly. "Help me out of this cubicle." As he tried to get up, she pressed against the wall, trying to direct his huge body out the door. Unable to avoid contact, his chest pressed against her face as he stood. Unable to look down, she felt a something push at her stomach. "Guido, back off, you're crushing me." "Sorry, Lorna." He pulled away, only long enough to shut the door as she looked down to see his huge penis poking her. For some reason, she didn't quite expect this from an eight foot tall four hundred pound man. Perhaps she never thought about it. "Guido, what are you doing?" "Trying to be made up to." With that, he lifted her by her uniform, and let her fall out of it as though a rag doll. Her pants still on, he pulled them down to fully expose her. "Oh, God, Guido. I don't think it's going to happen. We both already know that we shouldn't, but I just don't think it would fit in the first place." "I think we should make it fit the first place, since the second would be even worse, Lorna." "Guido, I'm serious." "So am I, Ms. Dane. First, say ahhh..." "Guido..." was all she could get out before it was at her lips. Even as she opened her mouth, only about five inches of him could fit into her straining mouth. "Oh, Ms. Dane. I don't think your mouth was made for this," was his response after a few minutes of trying to work her tongue, just before he took himself out. "Guido. I really don't think this is going to work." "Work with me here, Lorna. Open 'em wide." As she spread her legs, he noted first her absolute baldness below, and then asked her, "Do you shave, or are you normally like this?" "It was completely removed, back in the days when the Shadow King was in control of Legion. He yanked it out hair by hair." "I was just wondering, what color it was." "Just like all the blondes you normally see, it was brown." "Then?" he dawdled a finger through her green locks. "It was a bet I made with Havok. He bet me he could make me come thirty times in an hour." "And if he wouldn've won?" "His hair would be green." "Oh," he sat in mild contemplation. "Climb on up, Lorna. There's only fifteen inches to take. This was the main reason Lila kept me around for so long. No one else could fill her up like I could." "I'm trying to, Guido, but look." Bending down slightly, the height between their groins was matched, except the shadow of the head of his penis completely covered her open lips. In wonder, he prodded against it a couple times, drawing a couple yelps from Lorna. "Okay, then. Try my finger first." With that, his index finger slid effortlessly into her. "Oh, God, Guido. That's thicker than Alex." "Okay, then try this one." His middle finger, soon replaced his index. "Christ. That's worse than the Shadow King." "Good. Now try them both on for size." As they both penetrated her, she let forth a ghastly scream, and if not for her juices flowing down his hand, she might have projected and image of pain. "Good, Lorna. Now, you seem ready." He lifted her onto him, her weight resting on the head. She reached down, pulled her thighs up, and tried to pull the lips apart even further. "Jesus Fucking Christ. Guido, it's going in. I never thought I could." "I always knew you could, Lorna. Now, hold onto something. I want to give you a good sound fucking." Her hands reached out and got hold of some cables, and her legs moved from his chest to around his waist. His hands held her buttocks and supported her lower body. When she settled into place, he started moving himself further into her. Even as her eyes rolled and fluttered, he kept going until reaching a barrier two inches short of complete penetration. "Don't do it, Guido. It that's my cervix you're bumping into." "I know, Lorna." At that, he began to withdraw himself. When his head was the only part remaining inside her, he began to thrust his length back into her. She cursed as he picked up speed. She cursed as he bumped her cervix again. She cursed as he shoved a finger into her rectum. Finally, after about twenty minutes, and a good pint of fluid from her, Guido yelled to her, "I'm gonna cum now, Lorna. I'm gonna be in real deep, too, so hang on." As his load started to loose into her, she accepted its warmth. Still more came out, and he began to slide out of her. When he slipped free, he let her hang from the cables, and aimed his spurting member at her, each load landing on a different part. Her face was being drenched, her breasts, completely covered, her thighs, glistening. When he let it down, a string still hung from it to her, and then to the floor. "Oh, God, Guido. I never knew you had so much." "Anytime you want a bath, just let me know, honey." With that, he replaced himself in his pants. "We better get you cleaned up. Do you remember where we're supposed to be going?" "Yeah, an inn just outside of London. They should have left directions in the car." "Gee, Lorna. I don't know what I'd do without you." "Here, hand me a towel, would ya'?" She proceeded to wipe herself down. "Now Guido, you have to be careful. If Alex catches you, you'll be off the team." "Oh, don't worry about him. I'm sure, by the time this is over, that everything should be worked out." "Well, I just want to say that I warned you." She proceeded to get dressed, and lead them to the car. She let the rain pour on her outside. On a backstreet, she even got out and stripped, allowing the rain to wash any more evidence from her. Guido just watched. [END]