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To The Victor...	By : Nathalia Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 13453 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.

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Summary: Darkfic. The brotherhood has had
enough of being humiliated by the X-Men. What happens when they finally defeat
them?
Note: Yeah, most of the characters are fairly
off, but this is fanfiction, and darker than I’ve done before.
Note: In this fic, Rogue never left the
Brotherhood, Tabby never joined, Pietro didn’t betray them, and Wanda isn’t
around for the first few chapters. I am messing with the timelines a bit, so
this starts just after the fight during the conference in ‘Mainstream’, but the
Brotherhood won and Mystique escaped Area 51 shortly after the X-Men left.

To the Victor…
Chapter One

It was
bound to happen eventually.
Unlikely as
it may have seemed, the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants had finally beaten the
X-Men in battle.
Of course,
it may have gone differently had the human population not freaked out during the
Assembly where the X-Men had, ironically enough, been trying to convince
Bayville that Mutants were not dangerous.
The Humans
had turned against the X-Men, calling them liars and dangerous monsters. Barely
ten minutes after the Brotherhood had started the fight to scare Bayville,
Xavier’s students had been swarmed under. There had been a moment of worry that
they might have turned on the Brotherhood as well, but a localized earthquake
courtesy of Lance, Blob throwing cars and Mystique shifting into the form of a
very large demon had made them drop the idea rather quickly.
It would
have been fun to stick around until the police showed up, but Wanda was still
out after her father, and Mystique had not wanted to waste the time. She had
grabbed an unconscious Kurt and vanished along with Rogue, muttering something
about memories and a ‘Mastermind’.
The
Brotherhood had started to make themselves scarce, when Todd had piped up. “I
don’t get it, yo. We finally beat the X-Men and we don’t even get a prize or
nothing!”
Blob
agreed. “Yeah. Like getting the flatscans to admit that they should serve
mutants, like Magneto says.”
Lance and
Pietro exchanged glances, actually considering the idea. Mutants were outed
anyway, but they had enough experience with Mystique to know that it would be
better to clear with her first. Still… “The flatscans aren’t around right now,
Blob.” A calculating smirk spread across Pietro’s face as he looked at the
unconscious X-Men. “But the X-Geeks owe us for not letting them get lynched.”
Lance shot
him an answering grin as he lifted Kitty, hearing sirens in the distance. The
X-Men were Mutants too, after all, and this could be fun. He fully expected
Rogue to impose restrictions when she got back, but until then… “We can’t take
all of them with us, obviously, but why not? Now let’s get out of here before
the cops show up.”
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They made
it out of there before the cops arrived, taking Jean, Kitty, Rhane and Amara
with them, and leaving the others behind to take the blame. The Brotherhood
would figure out how to retrieve the others later, if Mystique gave her say-so.
The shape-shifter always had an ulterior motive for everything.
The X-Girls
started to work their way back to the land of the living just after they arrived at the boarding house.
Pietro shot
upstairs in a millisecond and returned with four collar-like devices, which he
explained negated mutant powers. “Father retrieved them from the same place
where they were creating Sentinels. They nullify mutant powers. He wanted to
see how they worked and figure out how to reverse and modify them. Maybe use
the new and improved version on flatscans who posed a danger.”
Seeing
Kitty start to stir, Lance grabbed one of the collars and snapped it around
Kitty’s neck, then began carrying her toward his room as the others quickly
followed his example.
Lance
entered his room and dumped Kitty on the bed just as he heard an outraged
shriek and a stream of Brazilian curses. Obviously, Amara was going to be one
of the girls who didn’t fall for Pietro’s charm. He shook his head and went to
close the door. He didn’t want to be distracted while dealing with his Pretty
Kitty.
Lance had
pulled of Kitty’s top and bra and was searching for something to tie her hands
with when Kitty woke up. Her instinctive reaction was to phase, and she let out
an audible gasp when she remained solid. Hearing her, Lance turned around,
holding two sets of handcuffs that Pietro had stolen from a cop on a dare and
Lance had confiscated upon finding out.
Kitty was
not stupid, and had a fairly good idea of what was planned. When they had been
together, she and Lance had never gone beyond kissing and the occasional feel.
But the look in his eyes now said that he wanted a lot more than that.
She bolted
upright upon seeing the cuffs and made a dash for the door, but froze when she
noticed her state of half-dress, giving Lance enough time to catch her and
wrestle her back to the bed, using the cuffs to chain Kitty’s arms to the
bedposts.
Kitty
struggled against her bonds, swearing at him as he carefully stayed out of kicking
range. Lance simply watched her, or rather, watched the way her chest bounced
enticingly as she tried to escape.
Kitty
finally gave up fighting, but still tried to shrink away when Lance reached out
to touch her breasts. She didn’t even bother to hide her terror when he pulled
off his shirt, baring a powerful and well-muscled torso, and then reached to
take off his pants, revealing a very noticeable erection.
Kitty’s
eyes widened. Before she could start struggling again, however, Lance pounced
on her, ripping off Kitty’s skirt and spreading her legs, leaving her barely
covered ass and pussy open for display under his hungry gaze as he settled
between her thighs.
Kitty’s
large blue eyes shone with unshed tears as he pinned her down. He was starting
to scare her. “Why are you doing this, Lance? Why can’t you let me go?”
�Lance rolled his eyes. Yeah, he would have
preferred this willingly, but her earlier words still hurt. “Are you surprised,
Pretty Kitty? After all, I’m ‘nothing but a hood’, aren’t I?”
Kitty
winced. She hadn’t really meant that, she had just been furious that the
brotherhood were ruining their chances of getting back into school, and Lance
had been the closest target.
Lance
didn’t know that, however, and Kitty’s underwear went the same way as her
skirt, ripped to shreds. She trembled as she felt Lance’s fingers pressing
against her virginity, coaxing a warm trickle of moisture. “I’m sorry, Lance! I
was just so angry, and you were deliberately trying to make things worse!
Please! Let me go and I promise not to tell anyone!”
Lance
sneered at her. He loved Kitty, but there were times that she was very na�ve.
“Do you honestly think anyone is going to care, Kitty? You’re a mutant! The
flatscans will just be sorry that they didn’t get to you first.”
He wrapped
Kitty’s legs around his waist, his large, hard cock only centimeters away from
her exposed privates, and leaned down to suck on one of her breasts, giving the
nipple a sharp bite as he roughly groped the other. Kitty let out a yelp of
pain, which intensified into a sharp cry as he parted her silky folds and
pushed the head of his cock into her. She tensed, looking down to where their
bodies joined. If this was just the tip, how was the rest going to fit inside
her?
Lance
ignored Kitty’s cry. Part of him wanted to beg Kitty’s forgiveness, but he
didn’t. She had to be submissive to him. This was going to be a hard fuck, to
teach Kitty her place, and he could hardly wait. Gentleness could come later,
along with explanations. He watched as she squirmed in discomfort, not knowing
that seeing her writhe on his cock only excited him more, then screamed as
Lance buried himself inside her, tearing past her maidenhead and straining her
unprepared channel until it felt like she was being torn in half.
Lance
groaned in ecstasy as he sank into her depths. He couldn’t believe how soft and
warm Kitty felt beneath him, her inner walls stretching around him as he filled
her to the hilt. A virgin, too! That made it even better.
Kitty felt
her virgin blood trickling over her thighs as Lance forced himself
inside he body. Her back was arched in pain, pushing her chest up towards him,
allowing her to squeeze and grope the sensitive flesh as he relished the feel
of her small body against him.
Kitty felt her
body tighten around him, feeling Lance’s huge cock deep inside her, filling her
more than she would have thought possible. Tears started to well up as she
moaned, begging him. “Lance, please, take it out… It’s too much! I can’t…”
Lance
smirked and pulled out of her slender body, only to slam back in as hard as
possible. He began to thrust inside her as he hissed through clenched teeth.
“You can and you will, Pretty Kitty. It’s time you learned that the world isn’t
fair, and things don’t always go how you want them to. We do what is necessary
to survive. I tried to work for your dream once, and all it got me was hate and
ridicule. Mutants and flatscans will never co-exist, so we need to decide if we
want to be victims or rulers, and I won’t be a victim! I won’t have flatscans
treating me like dirt because I have powers that they don’t! You think humans
are so great, you can take your place with them; beneath us!”
Kitty
whimpered in pain as he began to ride her like a prize mare, driving into her
harder and faster with each violating thrust. She let out a high keen as his
nails dug into her soft flesh. Lance released her breasts and wrapped an arm
around her hips, pulling them up to meet his own, driving himself deeper and
hitting a spot inside her that made her squeal and moan. He used the other arm
for balance as leaned down over her. She squealed again as he hit her spot.
“You like this, don’t you, X-Slut? Tell me you want it, Pretty Kitty. You want
it hard and fast. Tell me you like being my whore.”
Unable to
fight back, Kitty gave up the battle against tears, moaning and gasping as
Lance pounded against her sore pussy. She would say anything to make it end.
“I… I want it, Lance. Oh! Oh! Mmph! I like being your whore. I want you to fuck
me hard! Oh! Please, faster! Unh, Unh, Unh, Aah!”
Her voice
ended in a wail as she felt Lance increase his pace even more, beginning to
swell inside her.
Lance
couldn’t remember anything as pleasurable as being inside Kitty, hearing her
soft whimpers as he fucked her, and he mentally thanked his team-mate for the
idea. He could feel himself about to climax and brushed his fingertips over
Kitty’s sides, making her wriggle against him. “Brace yourself, Pretty Kitty,
‘cause here it comes!”
Kitty paled
as she felt him tense inside her. “No! Not inside me! Anywhere else! Please,
stop!”
A slight
tremor went through the room as Lance exploded, his seed surging through her.
“Not a chance, Kitty! You’re going to take it ‘til I’m finished! Aaah!”
The
delicate girl sobbed and tried to curl in on herself as Lance relaxed on top of
her, his head cushioned on Kitty’s chest. Lance rolled off her and rose from
the bed, dressing and undoing her restraints. “You don’t have anywhere else to
go, Pretty Kitty. You can stay with me, or roam the streets and get banged by
every flatscan who feels like it.”
He was
right, too, Kitty realized, as she watched him leave the room. With the way the
humans had turned against them, no one would care if she was attacked, or what
they did to her. Sometimes she wondered why the X-Men fought so hard to protect
humans. It looked like she was going to be here for a long time.
What had
happened to the others, she wondered. Had they managed to escape, or had they
also been captured, by the Brotherhood or by Humans?
She curled
up and tried to get some sleep, hoping to ease the pain before Lance came back
for a second go at her. Rumor had been right; first times really did hurt. She
carefully reached down to test the damage to her battered and swollen cunt. She
winced in pain and tried not to move, wondering if she would even be able to
walk tomorrow.
Confused,
and truly alone for the first time in her life, Kitty Pryde, Shadowcat of the
X-Men, began to cry.
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Awakening
to find herself in a strange place with a heavy collar around her neck, Amara
did the first thing she could think of. She screamed in fury, letting out a
stream of Brazilian curses that she had learned from the guards back home.
There was a
gust of wind, and Quicksilver was standing in front of her. Amara’s eyes
narrowed as her foot lashed out. It would have connected, hard, with his
stomach, but he dodged, smirking. “Ah, ah, ah. None of that, X-Geek.”
Absolutely
enraged, Amara powered up, ready to burn the place down. Or tried to; for some
reason, her powers didn’t work! She tugged frantically at the collar, trying to
get it off. It refused, and Amara could feel no lock or weak point where she
could break it.
While she
struggled, Quicksilver only stood there, smirking. Amara lunged at him, only to
be caught by surprisingly strong arms. She tried to escape his hold as he
dragged her back into the room. He dropped her when she managed to hook a foot
around his leg, making him stumble, but he recovered and grabbed her again
before she could get up and run.
Amara found
herself pinned to the floor with Quicksilver sitting on her stomach and pulling
her shirt off. Beating at him with her small fists, Amara tried to throw him
off, and then froze as she felt something hard press against her stomach,
looking down to the bulge in his jeans. Seizing the chance, Quicksilver took
the opportunity to unhook the front of her strapless bra and throw it somewhere
into a corner.
This
snapped Amara out of her trance, and she renewed her struggles as Quicksilver’s
hands skimmed over her chest and down her sides. She was the princess of Nova
Roma! There was no way in hell that she would let some common speed-freak do
this to her!
She bucked
her entire body, somehow managing to throw him off, and scrambled to her feet.
But before she had taken two steps, Quicksilver was back, his own clothing
discarded, circling her at the speed of light and disorienting her enough that
she didn’t even realize that her skirt was gone until he stopped in front of
her and reached for her underwear.
Horrified,
Amara tried to dodge around him, but he blocked her, knocking her to the floor
again and pinning her hands with one of his larger ones. Not releasing her,
Quicksilver slid down her body until his large erection was poised at her
entrance. Now truly terrified, Amara continued her struggles until she felt him
slap her with enough force to snap her head to the side. His one hand tightened
around her wrists, pain shooting through them, as the other spread her legs
open and parted her lower lips.
Amara’s
heart-shaped face twisted in agony and she tried to scream as Quicksilver
buried himself inside her, only to have his hand cover her mouth, stifling her
cries.
He began to
move inside her, replacing the hand over her lips with his mouth, tongue
mimicking his lower thrusts, plundering her mouth as his cock plundered her
body, free hand returning to her breasts. Quicksilver moved with more speed
than she had seen even in the frequent battles between their teams, letting
Amara hope that his super-speed would get it over with quickly.
Thankfully,
it did. In less than ten minutes, Quicksilver had exploded inside of her,
heedless of her tears and muffled whimpers.�
Briefly,
Amara hoped that that would be the end of it and that she would be taken
somewhere else. She was half-right, because Quicksilver stood up, re-dressing
in boxers and a tee. However, he did not unlock the door or let her out.
Watching
him, still finding it painful to move, Amara decided that she didn’t want to
know why Quicksilver had rope in his cupboard. She tried to run, but was caught
and tied to the bedpost in a sitting position before she could get anywhere.
Amara tried
to scream again, hoping that anyone would hear her, but that was stopped, too,
when he grabbed a scarf and gagged her with it, then turned the lights off.
Resigning
herself to a long and uncomfortable night, Amara tried for some amount of
sleep, dreaming of the painful things she would do to Quicksilver when she got
free.�

A/N: Ok, First chapter up. Please take five
seconds to tell me what you think.
I haven't decided whether or not to do what
happens with Kurt so suggestions are welcome. The next few chapters will
probably focus on what happens with the rest of the Brotherhood and X-Men.
This is my first try at X-Men: Evolution, so
please be nice. Constructive criticism is welcome but flames will be ignored
and deleted.
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