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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 16: Dishonored Desires
Kobe, Japan – Yoshioka Tower
Elektra Natchios had been fighting the Hand for years. Even before they brought her back from the dead, she’d fought them in the shadows. She witnessed their cunning, their ruthlessness, and their resilience. Having the ability to transcend death made them uniquely capable in carving their place in the global underworld. After all the battles she’d fought against, she thought she knew what to expect when the Hand found themselves on the brink.
That all changed moments ago.
‘I’ve lived, fought, died, and somehow lived to fight again. And yet, this is the most disturbing thing I’ve ever seen.’
Elektra had been scoping out Yoshioka Tower since a storm rolled in earlier that afternoon. While perched atop one of the many towers in downtown Kobe, she watched with growing curiosity as this well-known hub for Hand activities became the epicenter for an unprecedented strange sight.
She’d surveyed the tower before. Most of the time, it functioned as one of the Hand’s many fronts. On its many floors, it operated like a typical office building. Some of its activities were entirely legitimate. Only a few floors were reserved for the Hand’s more nefarious activities. That elaborate ruse vanished less than 24 hours ago.
That was when every legitimate activity from the building vacated, leaving only the Hand’s personnel inside. That was also when almost every light in the building went out, leaving only the top two floors with noticeable activity. In the well-lit skyline of a bustling Japanese city, it really stood out. Even curious pedestrians on the street looked up with intrigue, not sure what to make of it.
Elektra, with the aid of special binoculars she’d borrowed from SHIELD, managed to get a better look into those top two floors. Whatever was going on involved a great deal of magic, personnel, and electricity. Even through tinted windows, she could see portals forming in the shadows. From them, countless undead ninjas swarmed the building. Even on the floors that were completely dark, the same undead figures she’d fought many times before poured out.
However, they didn’t appear to be planning an attack. They weren’t trying to be stealthy either, which was very rare for trained ninjas. They all just gathered in the building, as if summoned by an invisible signal. Looking towards the top two floors, Elektra adjusted the binoculars again, just to make sure they were functioning properly. By all accounts, neither her eyes nor the device were playing tricks on her.
“What the hell are they doing?” Elektra wondered aloud. “I find out late yesterday that every Hand ninja is returning to Japan. I thought my source was making a bad joke. I guess I’ll have to apologize for breaking his thumbs.”
It made no sense. The Hand might have been cunning and deceptive, but they never behaved this erratically. Something big was about to unfold.
As she continued observing the tower from afar, she watched the same scene unfold in every darkened level of the tower. She then focused on the top two stories where the lights were still on. It was harder to see through the building’s defenses, but she could still make out plenty of heat signatures through the binoculars. Whatever they were up to appeared to center in the private sanctuary of the Hand’s top leaders.
It was an area that even Elektra hadn’t infiltrated. It was also drawing in a great deal of energy, both in terms of magic and electricity. She noticed several neighboring buildings lose power. It seemed likely to spread, which was not the Hand’s style. They operated in the shadows. This was causing too much commotion. Whatever it was, it felt very wrong. Elektra knew it in her gut.
‘People do strange things after they’ve died and come back to life. The Hand has a long, bloody history of twisting perspectives on death. It’s so trivial to them. That’s what makes them so dangerous. But there’s always a vision behind their efforts…a bold, dangerous vision that you can’t appreciate unless you’ve died. This can’t be part of that vision.’
With every observation, Elektra became more convinced. There had been a huge upheaval within the Hand. That was rarely a good thing. Upheavals in the Hand often meant something terrible was bound to come in and fill the void. Having suffered more than most under their vision, the skilled assassin refused to let that happen.
As she scanned the rest of the tower, something on the roof caught her eye. She narrowed her binoculars on it. Through the stormy skies, she made out two female figures standing near the ledge. She recognized one as Kwannon, a well-known assassin for the Hand. She didn’t recognize the other woman, but she had a similar disposition.
Their eyes were glowing bright red.
Their bodies were surrounded in a purplish energy.
From this energy, every undead ninja seemed drawn towards them. Whatever they were doing, they had connected with the vast armies of the Hand and were preparing them for something. Rather than wait a moment longer, Elektra decided to act. Setting aside her binoculars, she retrieved an unmarked cell phone and dialed a number she’d promised not to dial again.
“Foggy, it’s Elektra,” Elektra said as soon as she got an answer. “Before you hang up, just know this involves the Hand. Relay that to Matt and have him get back to me. I need him for this. I also need to make another call I did not want to make.”
New Mexico – X-Corp Headquarters
“Final systems integration complete. X-Corp’s all-new, all-different network is now fully operational.”
“Guess that makes it official. Welcome to X-Corp, Danger!” said a proud and hopeful Scott Summers.
“You’re now training the X-Men and helping countless other mutants in need,” added Jean. “That’s two bold visions handled by one system. Are you sure you can handle it?”
“I am very sure, Jean Grey-Summers,” Danger replied. “I’ve already reorganized X-Corp’s files, identified 16 prospective clients, and improved operational efficiency by 67 percent. I already feel more fulfilled, aiding in your vision alongside that of Charles Xavier’s.”
The advanced artificial intelligence that had once been the Danger Room sounded happy. It still sounded unusual coming from a machine. That didn’t make it any less genuine. As Danger – the name, identity, and persona she now called herself – she’d evolved far beyond her code. Charles Xavier called it an unexpected, but intriguing development. For Scott and Jean, it was so much more.
They’d already become intimately familiar with Danger. That intimacy extended beyond their computer network. They’d entered her mind, connected with her world, and shared theirs with her. Now, that connection had been both solidified and formalized.
As Scott stood next to his wife in X-Corp’s central server hub, they shared in Danger’s newfound sense of fulfillment. While her source code originated from the Xavier Institute, they’d helped her expand it into the newly configured network at their corporate headquarters. It required some major upgrades in terms of hardware and software, which had kept Hank McCoy busy for the past three days. It promised to pay off in ways that went beyond a more robust network.
“By stars and garters,” said Hank from the central terminal, “she’s rewriting the entire network architecture and streamlining all operations. I’d say 67 percent was rather modest estimate.”
“To be fair, my calculations were preliminary. I also rounded down,” she replied through the computer screen. “I intend to find other means for improving efficiency, but I thought best to establish a baseline for my work.”
“It’s already most impressive,” said Hank, smiling at her image on the screen. “At your current capacity, you could run all of X-Corp’s administrative operations and still have plenty to render death-defying training courses in the new chamber I’m building.”
“I look forward to assisting with both. I already like how you’re handling my circuits, Hank McCoy.”
“Trust me, Ms. Danger. The feeling is mutual,” he laughed.
Scott and Jean shared in the laughter as well, watching their friend and former teammate work his technical expertise to accommodate Danger. She already looked quite comfortable in her new role. Hank, who’d been skeptical about integrating Danger into X-Corp’s systems, looked even more excited. Scott has a feeling he’d get along with Danger.
“Did she just flirt with Hank?” Jean asked under her breath.
“She might have. Maybe they both just appreciate the intricacies of quality circuitry,” said Scott.
“Right,” she said skeptically, “after spending so much time with us, that’s the only possible meaning.”
The former X-Men leader shook his head and laughed some more. Meaning aside, Danger’s new place in X-Corp was official. She’d even crafted a second body to reside in a central area of their network hug. It was a duplicate of the one back at the Xavier Institute. Professor Xavier called it her Cortex Mainframe. Scott and Jean saw it as her primary residence.
In her emerging form, she had two bodies that acted as two primary operators of her system. The one at the Xavier Institute would continue to operate the Danger Room and the X-Men’s various operations. The one at X-Corp would specialize in running the organization and helping with clients. In conjunction with the new training area Hank had been working on, Danger would use her systems to teach, train, and mentor young mutants looking to refine their powers for a desired role. It was similar to the Danger Room, but with less emphasis on danger.
She wouldn’t just help X-Corp train mutants and run the business side of the organization. She would free up more time and resources. Scott had been discussing new plans with Jean since they returned from the institute. There were almost too many possibilities to consider. They’d made so many personal and professional connections already through X-Corp. With Danger, the potential was even greater.
There was a great deal of excitement throughout X-Corp. Slipping his arm around Jean’s waist, Scott sensed her excitement as well. Watching Danger stand before them, connected to their hub through various wires and cables, felt like a major step forward for their efforts. There was no telling where it would lead them.
“There’s so much for me to learn, both with X-Corp and with the X-Men. I’m still learning the intricacies of banter,” said Danger. “Expanding my systems to X-Corp will certainly help, but I still have much to learn.”
“You’re doing great, Danger,” said Scott. “Just be careful with the innuendo. Sometimes, it conveys the wrong message at the wrong time.”
“Or the wrong message at the right time,” said Jean. “It just makes things awkward. And we have enough of that in our world.”
“Speak for yourselves, my frisky friends,” chuckled Hank.
Jean gave her friend a telekinetic swat, but that didn’t wipe the grin off their furry friend’s face. Scott remained focused on Danger, who’d since removed some of the cables going into her so she could finish arranging the equipment.
“I also spoke with Professor Xavier on keeping those systems connected,” Scott went on. “You may be a machine, Danger. But processing data and maintaining your perspective aren’t the same things.”
“Yes. The implications of that conflict are not lost on me,” said Danger. “It is a challenge, but one I seek to confront.”
“And wanting to confront those challenges for the right reasons is often as important as overcoming them,” he added. “It helps us navigate the darker influences we’re face along the way. It can even make us stronger in the long run.”
“And in the short run too,” said Jean. “X-Corp and the X-Men are never short on hostile threats. The right desires and the right drive can be very handy when those threats rear their head.”
Danger appeared to take those insights seriously. The way she carried herself as she set up the new hardware they’d just shipped in from Stark Industries reflected a desire that was not typical of an artificial intelligence. She might not have been human, but she had a sense of humanity. In a world where machines like Sentinels and Ultron caused so much damage, having her was a breath of fresh air.
Scott was prepared to celebrate. He’d already prepared his and Jean’s penthouse suite for a nice night together. He had every intention of sharing a good meal, watching a movie, and indulging in extended periods of passionate lovemaking. He must have conveyed those desires through his mind because he felt Jean slip her hand into his back pocket. If the way she squeezed his ass were any indication, she had every intention of minimizing the need for clothing that night.
He was about to invite her upstairs when Danger’s eyes unexpectedly flashed. Almost immediately, she stopped what she was doing and looked towards one of the monitors. Hank noticed it as well and his demeanor also changed.
“Oh dear. It appears one of those challenges has already found us,” she said.
“So it seems,” said Hank, who was already typing furiously on the control panel.
“What is it?” Scott asked in a more serious tone. “Is someone attacking the system.”
“No, Scott. The systems are working fine. That’s how it found us,” said Danger. “More specifically, it’s how Elektra Nachios found us. I assume this name is familiar to you.”
Scott’s demeanor shifted. He looked over towards Jean, who had already picked up on his concerns. She looked disappointed. It meant that romantic night they had planned would have to wait. She also looked worried as well. Elektra was one of the connections they didn’t expect to hear from unless something went very wrong.
“Yes, I know her. We’re familiar with one another,” said Scott.
“And for once, the innuendo isn’t the issue,” said Jean.
“We also know what she’s been caught up in,” the former X-Men leader continued. “She made it very clear that she didn’t want us to get involved. She’s not the kind of person who changes her mind on a whim.”
“Well, if this data package she just sent is any indication, it is not mere whim that’s guiding her.”
Danger modified her synthetic flesh, forming a projector in her hand, similar to the ones used in the Danger Room. With it, she displayed a holographic image of lone skyscraper in Japan. It had a message, but it also had a complex array of data streams around it. They didn’t need advanced computer hardware to know something was very wrong.
“This is most distressing,” said Hank, adjusting his glasses as he watched several screens. “In addition to a highly encrypted request for assistance, Ms. Natchios has sent us a detailed package of unusual energy readings in the heart of Kobe, Japan.”
“Unusual how?” Scott asked.
“Unusual in they cannot be quantified on a scientific basis,” he replied, “although they do resemble readings consistent with magic and the mystic arts.”
“Which, if my memory cores are accurate, is something you and Jean have dealt with recently,” said Danger.
That made it official. The chances of him and Jean enjoying a romantic night in any capacity had disappeared. As they looked at the display of Yoshioka Tower, the extent of this new challenge became clear. They’d recently become intimately familiar with the mystical world. They made connections that ensured they could not ignore the issues surrounding that world.
Jean’s eyes were already flashing with cosmic fire. She looked ready to don her Phoenix uniform and take an impromptu trip to Japan. Scott began running through tactical scenarios in his head. He sensed that confronting this challenge might require more than just magic.
“Reply to Elektra’s message,” said Scott. “Tell her Jean and I are on our way. And tell her we’ll need a strategy that doesn’t just involve fighting undead ninjas.”
“It will be done, Scott,” Danger replied. “But for a matter such as this, what kind of strategy will you employ?”
“That depends on how bad it is when we get there,” he answered as he and Jean exited the room, “and how much worse it’ll get in the meantime.”
Yoshioka Tower – Earlier
“Nature abhors a vacuum. The powerful dread it. They see it as the most destructive kind of chaos. Let’s test that theory!”
Those had been the Goblin Queen’s last words to Kwannon and Elizabeth Braddock before she disappeared from their sight and their memory. They’d left the Hand’s most sacred site with a set of instructions meant to bring a centuries-old order an abrupt and spectacular end.
Earlier that same day, the thought of the Hand disappearing from the shadows for good seemed outrageous, if not blasphemous. Their organization had deep, long-standing connections that stretched to every corner of the world. They’d built their strength on their ability to defy death, even as empires fell and times changed.
Kwannon had been trained to embody that strength. She’d established herself as one of their greatest champions. Now, she might be the one to destroy it once and for all. No amount of magic could save them. The Hand was about to die one last inglorious death. It disgusted her on every level. She would’ve gladly taken her own life rather than endure such dishonor.
However, a perverse desire had been instilled in her. That dark, devious desire drove her to commit this unforgivable sin. No matter how much she fought it, this powerful desire one out.
“On my authority…as Head of the Hand…the last remaining Head…I summon every agent of the shadows!” Kwannon shouted into the cloudy.
She said every word through pain and distress. She and Elizabeth Braddock had arrived on the roof of Yoshioka Tower moments ago, courtesy of a transport that had taken them and some of the Hand’s elite sentries from the shrine. Like her, Betsy did everything with reservation and disgust. She’d been infected with the same perverse desire. She hated it as much as her, but she might be the lucky one. She had no idea how much worse it was going to get.
“To every spirit and ancestor I’ve ever had…forgive me,” Kwannon mused, “not that I deserve it.”
The skilled assassin held her head low as Betsy sent out a psychic message with her telepathy. That message was amplified by the antenna built into the tower. It had been designed to dampen psychic abilities. Shortly after they landed, Betsy modified it to augment her telepathy so that the mind of every Hand associate could receive both it and the dark desires behind it.
Initially, there was only calm, ominous silence. Moments later, a dark energy formed around the tower. Betsy, her eyes glowing bright red, guided it with her telepathy. All around them, and throughout the entire building, shadowy portals opened and hordes of Hand ninjas poured through, each bearing the same glowing eyes to reflect their perverse desires.
“It begins…and ends,” Kwannon said solemnly.
Standing in the garden once tended to by the Hand’s leadership, adorned with cherry blossoms and flowers, Kwannon felt the air grow cold and restless. Rain began falling from the cloudy skies above. Howling gusts came with it. It felt as though every ancestor who’d maintained the Hand’s power and honor were cursing her with their collective breath.
The skilled assassin held her head low as the rain poured harder. As the winds picked up, more and more Hand ninjas appeared around her. The elite sentries appeared on the roof around her. The rest – from the archers to the infiltrators to the spies – appeared throughout rest of the tower. As Betsy continued guiding each mind, the lights throughout the building flickered. Eventually, most of it went dark, except for the top two levels.
“They’re coming. Every one of them…returning to us,” said Betsy, her nose bleeding as she pushed her powers to the limit and beyond.
Kwannon clenched her fist, forming a psionic blade in the process. She held it up to her face, trying with all her might to stab herself. That would’ve ended this madness. The Hand wouldn’t have had a leader, but it would’ve still survived. No matter how hard she tried, it didn’t work. She was going to live just long enough to deliver the final order to the Hand.
“Followers of the hand…legions of the shadows…defiers of death’s inescapable grasp,” Kwannon shouted through the pain, “prepare for the final sacrifice!”
Yoshioka Tower – Now
“This looks wrong. This looks very, very wrong,” said Scott as he assessed the situation from the cockpit of the X-Jet.
“It feels wrong too,” said Jean, who did the same. “I know it’s the Hand and it’s supposed to feel wrong, but not like this.”
“Based on what Elektra told me, it’s worse than that.”
Scott activated the X-Jet’s autopilot, taking the aircraft into a steady hover amidst the howling storm. He and Jean left X-Corp’s facility less than two hours ago, donning their Phoenix costumes and having Danger prime the afterburners to expedite their trip. They took the jet in lieu of flying with the Phoenix Force with the idea that they would preserve their strength for a major confrontation. Scott now questioned his previous strategy.
What he saw did not resemble preparations for a large-scale attack, especially for the Hand. Wolverine had told him and the X-Men about the Hand. They were a shadowy organization that defied death and operated in secret. When they attacked, they made sure their enemies couldn’t see it coming. What they were doing now did not seem very discrete.
An entire building in downtown Kobe, Japan had gone dark. Other nearby areas lost power as well, causing plenty of confusion on the streets below. Within the building, flashes of energy appeared on every floor as countless Hand ninjas and operatives appeared. They didn’t attack anything. They didn’t seem inclined to attack anyone. Near as he and Jean could tell, they were in a deep trance, as if guided by an outside force.
He looked over to Jean, who conducted various telepathic scans. Hand ninjas didn’t have complex psychic signatures, but they still had thoughts. What she read, however, only confounded her. She kept shaking her head in confusion. Once the jet settled into a steady hover, she undid her restraints and rushed over to the hatch.
“Scott, I don’t think Elektra knows much more than we do,” said Jean. “Every mind in that building…even the undead ones that aren’t supposed to think much…they’re so torn. They know what they’re doing. They hate it to no end. But they still want to do it.”
“That sounds conflicted,” said Scott as he scanned the scene from afar. “The Hand aren’t supposed to be that conflicted in anything they do.”
“That must mean they’re being forced,” she said while continuing their scan. “It’s not just coming from their leadership. I’m also picking up some intense psychic energy. It’s almost too intense…like it’s being forced as well.”
“Then, I guess the question is who or what is forcing it,” Scott said.
That appeared to be the most pressing question. Upon opening the hatch and peering through the stormy skies, the chaos below came into view. Scott saw more nearby blocks lose power while the lights in the levels Yoshioka Tower intensified. He also noticed additional activity on the roof near the large antenna. Some of it looked like the result of an intense power surge, but he also recognized others as having a mystical quality.
After their recent venture into the world of magic, he and Jean had become familiar with its potential. They also learned plenty about its volatility, as well as what happened when someone pushed it too far.
“I can’t answer that question at the moment,” said Jean, “but I can tell you the source of all this madness.”
“I’m assuming it’s somewhere on the roof,” he said. “Everything seems to be coming from that small garden near the antennal.”
“You’re mostly right,” she said. “Whatever is causing this, it’s coming from two minds…two very broken minds from two very distressed women.”
“Do we know either of them?” Scott asked.
“One is Elizabeth Braddock. I’ve heard of her. The other, Kwannon, I haven’t. But they’re the ones we have to stop.”
“Sounds simple, but I’m assuming there’s more.”
“There is,” she said grimly. “They want us to stop them…by killing them.”
This situation kept getting stranger. It also kept getting more volatile, as well. The more the power outage spread, the more damage they could do. Nothing about this fit the Hand’s agenda or style. For an organization that prided itself on transcending death, why would they welcome that?
As he contemplated the answer, they received another message from Elektra. While he encouraged her to wait for him and Jean to arrive, he didn’t expect her to listen. For once, however, that might not have made a difference.
‘Cyclops…Jean…can you hear me?’ Elektra called out via her telepathy.
‘We hear you, Elektra. Open your mind. We can pinpoint your location and come to your aid,’ Jean replied.
‘That might not be necessary. The whole building is unlocked. I didn’t even have to break in through a utility access. I just attacked through the front door and they were there waiting.’
‘Are you okay? Did they surround you?’ Scott asked.
‘That’s just it. They did, but…they’re not fighting back. It’s like they’re letting me strike them down. That is not how the Hand fights! Something is wrong with them. It’s like they want to die…relatively speaking.’
It confirmed what Jean had sensed. She even projected images of Elektra battling swarms of Hand ninjas. Had they not come directly from Elektra’s mind, he wouldn’t have believed it. She fought with the same skill and agility as she always did, but the Hand ninjas barely reacted. Some seemed to jump right into the tip of her sai, letting out desperate hisses that sounded more like relief rather than pain. Elektra fought on, but remained confused and uncertain.
“There’s nothing relative about it, Scott,” Jean surmised. “They’re really trying to die, but not because they have to. It’s because they want to.”
“But just how sincere is that want?” he questioned.
“That, I can’t sense,” Jean said, “but I doubt it’s as much as it seems.”
Given their recent experiences, that seemed like a safe assumption. Scott narrowed his gaze on the rooftop where hordes of Hand sentries had gathered. With each passing second, the energy around the building antenna escalated. The two women guiding it, Elizabeth Braddock and Kwannon, stood close together in the center of the garden. Their bodies were surrounded by a halo of reddish energy that flared erratically in accord with the swirling storm. Like moths to a flame, every Hand ninja in the building was drawn to it, albeit with disgusted reluctance.
Scott had little time to adjust his tactics. They had a volatile situation involving a dangerous organization and there was no one else to stop it. The Avengers and X-Men were occupied. The Fantastic Four was unreachable, as they often were during their space-spanning adventures. This was one instance in which Wolverine’s method of going directly for the source might work best.
“We need to get to Kwannon and Elizabeth. They’re the source. They’re the ones we need to stop!” said Scott. “Can you reach their minds?”
“I’ve been trying. There’s a lot of static and not just the psychic kind,” said Jean. “There’s definitely some mystical forces at work here.”
“Since there’s no time to call Dr. Strange, we’ll have to confront it ourselves,” said Scott. “You up for the challenge?”
“That depends. Do you have a plan?” she asked him.
“I always have a plan,” he said with the same confidence he’d shown during his time with the X-Men. “It’s the details I’m still working out.”
“Good enough for me!” said Jean with a confident grin.
He took his hand in hers. They exchanged one last look of love and assurance. They then jumped out from the hovering X-Jet and into the stormy skies. The fiery halo of the Phoenix Force surrounded them. A surge of cosmic power lit up the dreary sky over Yoshioka Tower as they descended towards the rooftop garden. Kwannon and Elizabeth Braddock were their targets, but they barely noticed their approach.
The display of such power barely registered with the ninja armies as well. They only took notice after he and Jean landed in the middle of the garden, their bodies still surrounded by cosmic flames. Almost immediately, several Hand sentries charged towards them.
However, they didn’t draw any weapons.
They didn’t even clench their fists.
They just ran towards them as though they were about to dive off a cliff.
“Death…take us!” they hissed.
“Jean, get to the women!” Scott yelled out through the rain.
“On it!” she replied.
The former X-Men leader released several wide-arcing optic blasts. They were only half-lethal, but just as with Elektra, the Hand ninjas didn’t try to avoid it. Some even jumped in front of it. A few got close to him and Jean, but they didn’t attempt to strike them. They just hissed and stumbled, as though they were fighting their own body movements.
‘They’d rather die than fight. They don’t even want to fight. Elektra told me the Hand values honorable combat and honorable death. They find anything less abhorrent. So, either something about this battle is dishonorable or dying by our hands is just what they prefer. That can’t be what they want.’
Scott continued clearing waves of Hand sentries of his optic blasts. Some hissed louder at him, daring him to strike with a more lethal blow. Hand ninjas or not, he didn’t oblige them. He even lowered the settings on his visor and widened the arc, creating more room for him and Jean.
However, even as he cleared away large swaths of swarming ninjas, more appeared by the second. Some came pouring out through the rooftop doorways that were usually so secure. Others appeared from portals in the shadows. Their movements were so erratic and strained. They had none of the usual agility or coordination. They carried themselves more like glitching robots, which only made things more chaotic.
“They don’t want to fight. They prefer to die,” Scott mused as he fired more blasts. “But why? That can’t be what they want unless…”
His words trailed off amidst the commotion of more optic blasts. He looked over towards Jean, who tried fighting her way through the energy swirling around Elizabeth Braddock and Kwannon. It pushed back at her, but Jean pushed harder. As cosmic flames mixed with the perverse energy, she inched closer and closer.
Finally, she picked up on something.
“Kwannon…Betsy…I know you can hear me!” she shouted. “We can help you! Open your minds! I know you don’t want this, but somehow you crave it!”
“They don’t want it, but they still seek it?” Scott said. “That must mean these desires…”
“Are not their own!” Jean said, making the connection as well.
That insight was pivotal. Needing an opportunity to use it, Scott channeled some Phoenix Force energy into his optic blasts and unleashed a large attack that spanned in nearly every direction. It coincided with another burst of thunder and lighting. It temporarily cleared the garden of Hand sentries as well.
Knowing there was little time to act, Scott joined Jean in the chaotic storm of dark energy. He could see it in the eyes of both women. The way their eyes glowed and their faces twitched made it obvious. They were being driven by something foreign, dark, and perverse. Whether by magic or manipulation, there was only one way to stop it.
“We need to purge that desire from their minds!” said Scott.
“Agreed!” said Jean. “But we can’t do it on our own…not without killing them.”
“Then, we’ll have to get their help,” he said, adjusting his plan quickly. “You up for another trip into the Astral Plane?”
“I am if you’re ready for a bumpy ride!”
“With you, I’m always ready!”
She took his hand in hers. Scott gripped it firmly, conveying his confidence and love. Thunder and lightning echoed from the sky. More Hand ninjas were appearing by the second. They both had to filter those distractions out and focus solely on the two conflicted women between them.
Armed with each other’s strength, they reached through the swirling barrier of dark energy. Jean placed her hand on Betsy’s head. Scott placed his on Kwannon. Through the chaos and distress, they made a new connection and followed it once more into a broken mindscape.
Astral Plane
‘Elizabeth Braddock…Kwannon…we’re here to help! Guide us to you. We can fight this horrific corruption together!’
Navigating the psychic landscape of the Astral Plane was never easy. In a domain built entirely of psychic constructs, there were few rules and fewer absolutes. Everything was only as robust as the thoughts and passions behind it. For minds consumed with chaos and conflict, it was even less stable.
Scott still wasn’t used to the psychic rigors that came with every trip to the Astral Plane, but Jean had become very skilled at navigating its hazards. In their previous trips, she managed to secure a controlled domain with which to work. That didn’t appear to be an option this time. In traversing the chaos with Elizabeth Braddock and Kwannon, the could only connect with them through a dark place full of uncertainty and instability.
“Death…destruction…dishonor,” Kwannon said, her voice echoing throughout the psychic plane.
“Control…chaos…collapse,” Betsy said, her voice sounding just as conflicted.
The closer he and Jean got to them, the more obscured their voices became. They’d already started blending together, becoming a strange synthesis of the two women. That only intensified the chaos.
The extent of their conflict became clear once their psychic presence took a tangible form. Within a small area amidst swirling energy, a small plot of land formed. It looked like a messy blend of an English garden and a Japanese temple. It had Victorian roads and seating, but Japanese trees and décor. In the center was a large cherry blossom tree. Under its branches, Betsy and Kwannon stood together, their bodies and minds entangled in a disorganized mess of flesh.
“Oh no!” Jean gasped. “It’s worse than I thought.”
“How worse?” asked Scott.
“Whatever or whoever did this was not careful,” she said. “Their minds have been essentially slammed together. Their thoughts, perceptions, and identities are stuck together like a bad mixture. They’re trying to free themselves, but it’s only causing more damage!”
“Can we help them separate?” he asked.
“We can try, but that won’t resolve everything.”
Jean landed on the small plot with Scott following close behind. She rushed up to the two conflicted women, but stopped just a few feet from where they stood under the tree. Betsy and Kwannon kept wailing in pain. Their bodies already looked partially merged, like Siamese twins trying to rip themselves away from one another. They needed help, but there were clearly other forces at work.
“Kwannon’s will controls the Hand. Betsy’s a telepath controlling her mind,” Jean went on. “Neither of them wants this, but they can’t escape it. There’s something dark driving them…some twisted desire that isn’t theirs.”
“That confirms what we suspected,” said Scott. “Is it anything like the others?”
“It’s not the same as Carol or Rogue. It’s not the same as Spider-Man or Mary Jane, either. But it’s similar. There may be a common source, but this is definitely the worst I’ve seen.”
Scott took a step closer. The two women screamed in agony. Confirmation that this matched the same perverse forces they’d encountered before only raised the stakes. They’d learned during their journey into the mystic realm how their actions with the Phoenix Force had caused ripples throughout the fabric of reality. There were always consequences for their choices, but there were also opportunities to shape those consequences.
“Help…us,” Betsy groaned.
“Make it…stop,” Kwannon gasped. “End…this dishonor.”
Jean tried reaching out to them with her mind. It caused the energy around them to intensify. It was like being in the eye of a Hurricane and the worst parts of the storm were about to hit. Time was running out. They needed to act. Looking back towards Jean and then towards the women, Scott surmised a new plan.
“I have an idea,” said Scott. “The Phoenix Force can help them separate, but to regain their perspective…that’ll take something else.”
“I hope you have something in mind,” said Jean, “because I don’t think they can hold out much longer.”
“I do,” he confirmed, “and I’ll need you to help me convey it with them. Just so you know, they may be a little reluctant for certain parts.”
“We’ll let them be the judge of that,” said Jean, giving it little further thought. “If you’re ready, take my hand. We’ll give them a touch of cosmic flames and leave the rest to them!”
“I just hope it’s enough,” said Scott.
Taking a deep breath, Scott took his wife’s hand once more and focused his gaze on the two women before them. Jean once again led the psychic charge, summoning energy from both the Astral Plane and the Phoenix Force. It shook the foundations of the small plot of land. It briefly overshadowed the swirling energy with a dazzling display of the Phoenix’s fiery form. It also got Betsy and Kwannon’s attention.
Their bodies and minds remained stuck and messy. They continued trembling and stammering for a brief moment. Then, as Scott and Jean guided the fires of creation over them, they finally stabilized. The shaking landscape settled. Some of the cherry blossoms on the tree started to bloom. It was a hard, direct counter to the dark desires that had consumed them.
In addition to the flames, another connection was made with their minds. In that moment, their flashing red eyes finally shifted and became fiery orange.
“It’s beautiful,” Betsy said within the flames.
“I see it too. I see it all so clearly now,” Kwannon said distantly.
The shaking land ultimately ceased. Their minds and bodies finally stabilized. Within this newfound serenity, the two women briefly looked at one another. Then, without saying a word, they casually stepped in opposite directions, finally separating from one another. Now, Betsy stood in front of Kwannon in her, her body and mind independent once more. Kwannon did the same, but remained close and very focused.
“I’m me and you’re you again,” Betsy said.
“Yes,” said Kwannon, “but it’s not enough, is it?”
“No. It isn’t,” the British woman replied.
The two women continued gazing at one another, their thoughts and desires still in a state of upheaval. The dark energy was still swirling around the small plot of land and closing in with each passing second. However, they remained calm and focused. That gave Scott and Jean the opportunity they needed.
With the psychic connection still secure, Scott and Jean communicated their plan to them. It was then up to the two of them to decide.
“Ah, I see now what we must do,” said Kwannon. “It is unorthodox.”
“Bloody right, it is,” said Betsy, “but it makes a twisted bit of sense, doesn’t it?”
“Indeed,” the Japanese woman said with a wry smile, “countering one intense desire with another…creating balance from the chaos…I can see merit in that.”
“I wouldn’t call it that, but I’m beyond caring. You want to stop this. I want to stop it too. Like it or not, we need to do this together.”
Kwannon didn’t say a word. There was no time for new ideas. They had to act. Scott and Jean kept providing the connection, as well as the protection afforded by the Phoenix Force. They surrounded the entire plot of land around the fiery halo of the cosmic force, which kept the approaching darkness from overwhelming them. It gave them time, but not much of it.
“We’ve provided the connection, you two,” Jean told them. “It’s up to you to provide the perspective.”
“I’m ready if you’re ready, Ms. Braddock,” said Kwannon.
“Please, luv. Call me Betsy,” Betsy replied. “Now, let’s do this.”
Without further guidance, Kwannon and Betsy acted. They began by shedding their clothes. In the Astral Plane, that was as easy as simply casting a thought to make them dissolve away. The two women opted for something more direct. Like two soldiers on a mission, they stripped naked with a mix of urgency and focused desire.
They directed the entirety of that desire on one another. Once fully naked, they threw their clothes away into the swirling void. They made no attempt to conceal parts of their body. They showed no reservation as they scanned one another’s feminine features. Kwannon gave extra scrutiny to Betsy’s ample breasts while Betsy gave similar scrutiny to Kwannon’s toned legs and clean-shaven pussy. If they had any semblance of modesty before, it had long since vanished.
Moving closer to one another, they reached out and touched their exposed flesh. Kwannon grasped Betsy’s breasts with both hands. Betsy reached around the Japanese woman’s waist and grasped her butt. Their eyes locked, still glowing brightly with energy, a new desire came over them. Unlike before, it wasn’t forced into them. It was entirely theirs. As such, they chose how to share it.
“Kiss me,” Kwannon said.
With reflexes worthy of a trained soldier and a skilled assassin, the two women came together in a heated kiss. There was no teasing or shyness. They kissed each other hard, twirling their tongues and meshing their lips with unfiltered passion. At the same time, they wildly roamed their hands around their naked bodies, touching and groping every bit of exposed skin. Even within the halo of the Phoenix Force, it sparked a growing heat.
“Wow! They’re taking to this better than I expected,” said Scott.
“You sound pleasantly surprised,” Jean teased.
“I won’t pretend I’m not,” he quipped, not hiding his admiring grin.
The two women didn’t seem to care that others were watching. They kept making out, kissing and groping with greater intensity. In the heat of their passion, they pressed their bodies together with greater intent. Betsy rubbed her thigh up against Kwannon’s pussy. The Japanese woman returned the favor. More cherry blossoms on the tree above started to bloom, as if to mirror their growing arousal.
That arousal soon escalated to a critical point. With little time for further foreplay, the two women cased their kissing and shared another intense gaze. Through brief gasps, they conveyed the full extent of their desire. In the Astral Plane, there was little need for ambiguity.
“Fuck me,” Kwannon said.
“Direct and simple. I like that,” said Betsy. “For the record, I’ve never shagged a fellow lady before.”
“Neither have I,” she said, “but that need not be an obstacle.”
“It wouldn’t even be the biggest we’ve faced today.”
The two women laughed before kissing again and following more passions. As the cherry blossoms bloomed brighter, Betsy embraced Kwannon and laid with her under the tree. They were each on their sides, their shapely legs lightly entwined with just enough space for their hands to do the work.
Their lips still entwined, Betsy reached for Kwannon’s pussy and Kwannon reached for hers. Once they made contact with one another’s moist outer folds, their shared understanding of female anatomy took over. Kwannon shoved two fingers into her folds and began pumping away, using her thumb to stimulate her clit. Being competitive by nature, Betsy used three fingers and pumped even harder, triggering a strong reaction.
“Ooh Betsy!” Kwannon gasped. “You are…quite good at this!”
“Mmm…speak for yourself, luv,” Betsy replied.
The two women fingered and fondled each other with increasing vigor. A steady stream of pleasure followed, causing the fires of the Phoenix Force to react with similar intensity. Their moans and gasps filled the area, clashing with the sound of the swirling energy. Their kissing grew sloppier and messier, utilizing more tongue than lip. It was chaotic, but it was their chaos.
“The desire…the connection…it’s getting stronger!” Jean commented.
Whether by passion or urgency, the two women quickly gained a feel for one another’s intimate preferences. Through hot fingering and intimate embracing, Betsy and Kwannon guided one another towards an orgasmic release.
As they got closer, they shifted their bodies in preparation. No words were needed. They just kept following their desires. It led to Kwannon hitching Betsy’s leg up over her shoulder, allowing her to scissor her pelvis against the British woman’s pussy. In a display of both flexibility and agility, the two women grinded their bodies together, skillfully rubbing their outer folds against one another to provide the stimulation they needed.
Together, they guided one another to a powerful orgasm. After the conflict and chaos that brought them together in the first place, it was a powerful shift in both connection and perspective.
“Ohhh fuck!” Betsy cried out.
“Yes!” Kwannon exclaimed.
Their naked bodies shuddered under the weight of their shared release. Streaks of feminine juices seeped from their pussies as muscles tensed and minds ascended into ecstasy. This shared pleasure, which came directly from a source of shared desire, didn’t just provide a welcome shift in feeling after what they’d experience. It had a more dramatic impact on the world around them.
“Scott, look!” Jean said, pointing up at the cherry blossoms and the energy surround it.
“I see it too, Jean,” said Scott. “Does it mean what I think it means?”
“I don’t know yet, but it’s promising!” she replied.
It reverberated throughout the astral plane. The dark energy, fueled by perverse desires, began to fracture and dissipate. Betsy and Kwannon’s intimate passion provided the extra sparks the Phoenix Force needed to disrupt the flow. In the surrounding expanse, the storm of darkness weakened like sunlight shining through clouds. It showed in the cherry blossoms too. As soft petals fell to the ground below, they swirled around in a light gust that came directly from the two women.
Betsy and Kwannon felt it too. As their naked bodies shuddered from their orgasm, they shifted positions again. They embraced one another in a hot kiss, their bare breasts pressing together while still teasing their moist inner thighs. They looked even more determined, as well as very horny. Sensing the reaction they got, they continued following their desires.
“It’s working,” Kwannon said.
“That’s one way of putting it,” Betsy said coyly.
“We have to keep it working.”
“Have to? Or want to?” the British woman questioned.
“Can they be both?”
“It’s more fun if they are!”
Kwannon finally cracked a smile, a gesture they hadn’t seen thus far. It felt like something she rarely did with anyone, let alone another woman within a shared mindscape. That gave their continued passion more weight. Now that they controlled their own desires, they could end this struggle.
The two women went at it again, exploring more ways of sensual coupling under the falling cherry blossoms. They took full advantage of their intimate connection and the Astral Plane’s unique qualities. They kept things heated with more kissing and groping. Betsy then laid down on her back and Kwannon got on top of her. From there, they shifted their bodily alignment so that they could give each other oral sex.
Kwannon ate Betsy’s pussy out just the way she liked it.
Betsy returned the favor, giving Kwannon’s womanhood the oral teasing she preferred.
Connections with thoughts and desires made it effortless. They tasted and teased one another as though they knew every intimate detail of one another’s bodies. It didn’t just make for effective oral sex. It led them both to another orgasm. It wasn’t simultaneous like the first one. Betsy got hers first before getting Kwannon off with a little extra tongue. Their orgasmic cries were muffled, but the effect was just as strong.
“They’re doing it!” said Jean. “The dark desires that were forced into them…they’re burning it away.”
“And enjoying themselves along the way,” Scott said, who couldn’t help but admire the erotic scene before him. “That’s always a nice bonus.”
“Very nice, indeed,” Jean laughed.
The two women barely noticed. Scott and Jean were able to weaken the protective halo around the site. As Betsy and Kwannon kept going at it, the energy that consumed them kept burning away bit by bit.
Even after it got to a point where it was too weak to affect them, they kept having sex. After eating each other out, they scissored one another again at different angles. Betsy went first, hitching the Japanese woman’s leg over her shoulder and rubbing her clit while she grinded her folds against hers. When Kwannon returned the favor, she did so with more intensity, adding more pressure to her female companion’s clit.
It led to Betsy having another orgasm. It also led to more messy kissing and affectionate fondling. With each orgasmic release, more cherry blossoms fell around them. As their desires triumphed over those that once corrupted them, the swirling gusts around their naked bodies become warmer.
Eventually, the last shred of darkness faded. The dark desire was gone. Only the shared mindscape and the surrounding halo of the Phoenix Force remained. Betsy and Kwannon remained in an intimate embrace, resting comfortably atop a bed of cherry blossoms as they caught their collective breath from so much passionate venting.
Scott and Jean approached, but kept their distance. This was still their domain, forged by their desires. The final choice in their effort still belonged to them.
“You did it, you two,” said Scott.
“Of course, you’d say that,” said Betsy. “Don’t pretend you didn’t watch.”
“There’s no need to pretend,” he told them. “You followed your own desires. You channeled your own passion. It made a strong connection.
“That connection isn’t easily broken,” Jean added. “I know you don’t know each other very well, but after an experience like this, it can have some powerful effects. Whatever you wish to do with it…that’s your choice. My husband and I are just here to help.”
Betsy and Kwannon exchanged glances. Kwannon cast her another smile. Betsy smiled back. There wasn’t much to discuss. They had already said what they needed to say through their actions. There was no forgetting what they’d shared. There were still many unknowns, along with many more potential consequences. The two women looked ready and willing to face them.
“I already know what I want,” said Betsy.
“As do I,” said Kwannon.
“Then, Jean and I can do the rest,” Scott said, “although, there’s still the matter of the vast ninja army waiting for us.”
“Do not worry about that, Mr. and Mrs. Summers,” assured Kwannon. “I believe I have a solution in mind.”
Yoshioka Tower – Rooftop
Returning from the colorful world of the Astral Plane was often jarring. Professor Xavier once described it as waking up from a vivid dream while falling into a tub of ice water. Scott and Jean had experienced plenty of abrupt ends to psychic journeys, especially while they were dating. They braced for another, going from a serene scene of cherry blossoms and sensual intimacy to pouring rain and attacking ninjas.
However, upon their return from the Astral Plane, Scott and Jean faced another remarkable sight. This time, it didn’t require an ounce of psychic energy or cosmic power.
“By order of the Hand’s only remaining Head, I order you to stand down!” Kwannon shouted into the stormy skies.
Almost immediately, every Hand ninja and sentry that had gathered on the roof ceased in perfect unison. Some let out audible gasps, but not of strain or distress. If anything, they sounded relieved, as though they’d been hoping for that order.
Scott still maintained a defensive poise. Jean remained close as well, keeping up a telekinetic barrier around them. The next few moments were tense. They just watched as Kwannon stepped out in front of them, approaching the large crowd of Hand ninjas. Betsy walked with her, keeping one hand on her temple as she sent out another telepathic message.
“I just shared your order with the mind of every remaining Hand personnel,” Betsy told them. “They got the message, luv. They all recognize your authority.”
“Since our entire leadership was killed, that is the traditional recourse,” said Kwannon. “While I never set out to lead the Hand, I none-the-less value the honor and opportunity it brings. They all know that in their undead souls.”
The skilled assassin adopted a strong, authoritative poise. Every Hand ninja, sentry, and assassin in sight immediately bowed, acknowledging her authority. It was an impressive display. It also came as a relief. They had regained control over the situation. Scott and Jean had come to confront the chaos and they succeeded.
“This might be the first time I’ve felt safe while surrounded by ninjas,” said Jean, as she finally let down her barrier.
“There’s still some issues to resolve, but it’s the best outcome we could’ve hoped for,” said Scott, sharing her relief.
“Hopefully, they’re only formalities,” said Jean. “You still owe me a romantic night.”
“And after what I just witnessed in the Astral Plane, I’m more inclined than ever to give it to you, Jean.”
The couple shared a loving smile. They looked towards their new friends in Kwannon and Elizabeth Braddock. They smiled back as well. They could already sense that connection that formed in the Astral Plane expanding in scope. It promised even more opportunities moving forward.
As they contemplated those opportunities, the nearby door to the rooftop burst open, which caught all four of them by surprise. It was Elektra, who appeared out of breath and incredibly restless. She also looked confused, but upon seeing him and Jean, she settled down.
“Damn it,” said Elektra. “What did I miss? And please tell me I’m done stabbing ninjas for tonight.”
Madripoor – Lab of Miles Warren
“Another day, another perverse creation,” said a proud and excited Madelyne Pryor. “There’s such beauty in subverting the whims of nature.”
“I’m tempted to agree, but you’ve taught me to be wary of temptation, my queen,” said a more measured Dr. Miles Warren.
“And you’ve learned well, Doctor,” she said, casting him a devious grin, “but it’s how you use that knowledge that matters most.”
The Goblin Queen rewarded the good doctor’s work with a lecherous embrace. It made him noticeably uncomfortable, but he accepted it. He’d done plenty to earn such a gesture. Even if he was disfigured and mentally unstable, he appreciated more than most the breadth of what he achieved.
She’d been by his side while he successfully completed a project that the former Black King, Sebastian Shaw, only began. In the same lab that had birthed the army of Venom Husks that destroyed the Hand, he reserved five highly advanced cloning chambers for five unique specimens. The materials and resources that made them came from multiple sources, but the final product was a sight to behold. Much like her, their purpose had been forged in their blood. Dr. Warren’s expertise just helped bring them to life.
“Beautiful,” Madelyne said distantly as she approached one of the chambers. “They’re all so beautiful.”
By most standards, as well as her own, her words rang true. Within each of chamber, an attractive female figure hovered in a vat of greenish liquid. They each had matching blond hair, flawless skin, and the shapely bodies of healthy teenagers. Given the source of their DNA, their physical beauty was expected. However, it only reflected their secondary function.
Part of that function stemmed from their original creature. Shaw called them the Stepford Cuckoos. Madelyn wasn’t thrilled with that name, but she admired the vision. He knew he could never control Emma Frost. Like her, he learned the hard way that she was too defiant, by nature. Since there was still great value in her abilities, he launched a secret effort to clone Emma.
He came remarkably close to succeeding. He somehow managed to extract Emma Frost’s eggs and store them in a lab. He’d even acquired some of the lost resources of the legendary Weapon X program. He only lacked the expertise to complete the final steps. He’d been trying to secure the right personnel in the weeks leading up to the Hellfire Club’s defeat. He never made it that far. Madelyne saw to that.
It would’ve been nice to have that personnel at her disposal. She’d even considered seeking the services of Dr. Sarah Kinney, who’d been among Shaw’s top choices, but she was caught up in some ambitious work of her own. Shaw never considered Dr. Miles Warren as a worthy candidate and for entirely understandable reasons. His oversight was still her gain.
“Are they ready for their awakening, Doctor?” the Goblin Queen asked while still admiring each specimen.
“Their vitals are stable,” Dr. Warren replied while checking the data on his tablet computer. “The pre-programmed psyche that Sebastian Shaw had on hand has been uploaded. They even have names imprinted in their minds – Mindee, Phoebe, Celeste, Sophie, and Esme.”
“Not my first choice, but it saves me the trouble of crafting one for them,” she said with a shrug.
“I also completed that procedure you outlined with the Bloodstone. While I can’t quite explain the science behind that thing, it did what it needed to do. It gave each specimen a proverbial spirit to hold together their flesh.”
“You don’t need to understand the physics or the magic behind the stone,” said Madelyne. “You just need to verify that they can fulfill their purpose.”
“That shouldn’t be an issue, my queen,” Dr. Warren said, “although they might require more conditioning to share your desires as strongly as I do.”
“That won’t be an issue, either. That’s actually why I made sure they had a spirit. After all, what good is giving any new creation a spirit if you don’t have a plan to break it?”
Dr. Warren didn’t argue with her logic, no matter how perverse it might have been. Being a man of science, he could only understand so much when it came to the fragility of the spirit. The Stepford Cuckoos, being new creations, were at their most fragile. That also made them very vulnerable.
“Open the tubes!” Madelyne ordered.
“I’ve already initiated the awakening protocols, my queen,” said Dr. Warren. “What happens to them from here on out is for you to decide.”
The Goblin Queen’s devious grin widened. She’d already decided the fate for these five special ladies. Unlike Sebastian Shaw, her vision was as ambitious as it was personal.
She took several steps back as each chamber underwent the necessary procedures. For a brief moment, the lab was as noisy as it was cluttered with all of Dr. Warren’s cloning equipment. The special amniotic fluid drained from the chamber. The sensors and needles going into their bodies were withdrawn by internal mechanism. Once fluid was fully drained, the transparent door opened and the five girls all gasped their first breath. It was likely also the last free breath they’d ever draw.
“We’re…alive,” the five of them all said in perfect unison.
“I am Phoebe Cuckoo,” one of them said.
“I am Mindee Cuckoo,” said another.
“I am Celeste Cuckoo,” said the one next to her.
“I am Sophie Cuckoo,” said another.
“I am Esme Cuckoo,” said the last one.
They each sounded dazed, but very much aware of their unique state of being. The Goblin Queen was almost jealous. She didn’t recall having that kind of certainty when she awoke from Mr. Sinister’s cloning chamber. It was a testament to the resources Shaw had put into this program. He had the foresight to craft a complete identity into each girl. If Sinister and Belasco were still alive, she would’ve tormented them all over again.
Jealous or not, Madelyne gave them a moment to process their emerging identity. They each were somewhat imbalanced, struggling to stand under their own power. They were also shivering, a simple byproduct of being fully naked and covered in synthetic fluid. They attempted to assist one another. It showed that the hive mind link they shared was working. That promised to make the next part of their awakening a lot messier.
“Welcome to the world of the living, Stepford Cuckoos,” Madelyne greeted. “I hope you find it less revolting than I did when I drew my first breath.”
“And who…are you?” the five girls asked in perfect unison.
“I’m not your mother, if that’s what you’re wondering,” the devious redhead laughed. “She’s not here. In fact, she’s someone I still despise to no end for her defiance. You’re going to help me rectify that.”
“Help you?” they all questioned.
“Before you channel your mother’s insufferable snark, know that the choice has already been made. And should you ever meet your cunt of a mother, blame her for this. She’s the one who made this necessary.”
The Goblin Queen stood over the five naked and confused girls. Already, she saw a hint of defiance in their eyes. Like their mother, they weren’t inclined to let someone break their spirits or control their desires. Unlike their mother, however, they faced a Goblin Queen who’d since refined her perverse methods.
She casually raised her hand and summoned the same power she had with Emma Frost. In an instant, several portals to Limbo formed around the Stepford Cuckoos. From each portal, a horde of excited, well-endowed goblin studs emerged from their dark domain. They closely resembled the same creatures Madelyne had used against Emma. Since then, however, she’d made a few adjustments.
Their stature was largely unchanged. Their flesh was more human-like, thanks to some tweaks by Dr. Warren. Their inner biology, including the workings of their genitalia, had also been enhanced, thanks to the symbiotes. While she’d been tempted to use the Venom Husks, the Goblin Queen decided to keep them focused on messy combat roles. For matters such as this, her new and improved goblin studs would lead the charge.
“This,” said Mindee.
“Does not,” said Phoebe.
“Look like anything,” said Celeste.
“That we would choose,” said Sophie.
“Or want, for that matter,” said Esme.
“And yet, you cannot escape it,” laughed Madelyn.
The five girls looked nervous. They huddled close together, taking on a more defensive stance. The grinning goblin studs kept closing in, the sizable dick between their legs getting harder as they drew closer. Madelyne just folded her arms and laughed. They really thought they could change their pre-determined purpose.
“So innocent, yet so dense,” the Goblin Queen sighed. “Don’t worry. That’s an easy fix. You see, in addition to inheriting your mother’s looks, you also inherited her capacity for debauchery. Allow me to demonstrate!”
She summoned another round of magic and mutant ability, tapping into the power granted by Belasco and Mr. Sinister. With it, she cast a spell over the five teenage girls that supercharged their libido. She didn’t even have to kiss, touch, or subdue them this time. Thanks to her growing power and her usage of the bloodstone, the effect was more powerful than anything their mother experienced.
“Oohhh! So…so hot!” the five of them moaned.
Their legs gave out. They each fell to their knees, unable to support themselves or each other. They each blushed profusely and panted heavily. As they struggled to catch their breath, they began rubbing their thighs together. They tried in vain to hide how aroused their pussies were, but failed as miserably as their mother.
The goblin studs took notice. Grinning and seething with growing lust, they all gathered around the five naked girls, forming a circle that left them surrounded. They tried not to look. They failed at that too, eventually gazing at their erect cocks with blinding lust and unflinching desire. A few of the girls even began touching themselves, fingering their pussies while squeezing their breasts.
They were falling into the same pit of dark desire from which Emma Frost barely escaped. With the Stepford Cuckoos, Madelyne hadn’t left anything to chance.
“What are you waiting for, my obedient monsters?” the Goblin Queen said. “They’re young. They’re horny. They want someone to take their nubile spirit. Give them what they desire!”
The five girls opened their mouths to respond, but no words came out.
They briefly glanced towards the Goblin Queen, but quickly turned back to the legion of horny goblin studs surrounding them.
If there had been a shred of defiance in them, it vanished at that moment. Their mother might have held out, even after giving into Madelyne’s perverse desires. They would not be so lucky.
They all appeared to realize that. Mindee, Phoebee, and Celeste shuddered, hugging her shoulders and rubbing their thighs together in vain. Sophie and Esme were already blushing profusely, fondling their pussies and looking up at the surrounding goblin studs.
“Please…take us,” Sophie and Esme said.
“Can’t…stand it…any longer,” Mindee, Phoebee, and Celeste gasped.
The goblin studs let out an excited shriek that reverberated throughout the lab. Like beasts unchained from their shackles, they attacked the five girls with their seething lust.
Like a well-coordinated unit, they divided themselves amongst the five young women. They surrounded each Cuckoo in groups of no less than six. They then grabbed them by their arms and legs, separated them from one another, and laid them out on the dirty floor that was still wet with fluid from the tubes. They remained close enough so that each Cuckoo could see one another, but that was just to assure them that they would each be ravaged equally.
“Five beautiful young ladies…one shared mind,” Madelyne mused. “That should help amplify the effects.”
The Goblin Queen watched intently, feeling some arousal of her own as the lurid scene unfolded before her. The goblin studs started with hungry foreplay. They weren’t gentle, despite their nubile youth. They roughly groped their breasts, licked around their necks with slithering tongues, and fondled their pussies. The five girls let out gasps of both disgust and desire. A few were louder than the others. Their reward was having an eager goblin stud shove his cock right into her mouth, silencing her while escalating the decadence.
“So many dicks,” said Mindee.
“So big,” said Phoebe.
“Want them…need them…inside me,” said Sophie.
“Can’t…take it any-mmf!” Esme said before a cock was shoved into her mouth.
The goblin studs heeded their dazed cries. With more lecherous leers, they coordinated once more. One well-positioned goblin stud grabbed their respective Cuckoo by the legs, pushed them apart, and maneuvered their rigid cocks towards their pussies. They were still so pure and virginal, untainted by the touch of illicit desire. That was about to change.
“Take them!” Madelyne demanded. “Take their virginity all at once!”
Her creations did as their queen requested. With perfect synchronicity, the goblin studs that were in position thrust forth and entered the five young women simultaneously. A loud gasp, laced with both discomfort and desire, rang out from each Cuckoo. They might have been dazed, but they knew what was happening.
They were having sex with these perverse creatures.
They had penetrated their young bodies, filling them once-pure depths with their devious flesh.
They had surrendered to the dark desires that the Goblin Queen had impressed upon them. It disgusted them, but at the same time it felt incredible.
Feeding off their reaction, the goblin studs began moving their hips. Their rigid cocks slithered inside their tight folds accordingly. The movements quickly escalated in both rhythm and intensity. Other nearby goblin studs continued groping, licking, and suckling on their exposed flesh, paying close attention to their breasts, necks, and hips. The five girls trembled and moaned, their naked bodies writhing under an onslaught of sensations that ranged from torment to ecstasy.
“They’re doing it,” said Mindee.
“They’re fucking us,” said Celeste.
“And it feels disgusting…and good,” said Phoebe in confusion.
“So…so good,” said Sophie.
Every goblin stud shared a let out a shared hiss, as if to celebrate their triumphant corruption of these young women. They weren’t just taking their virginity and tainting whatever innocence they might have had. They were drawing them into Madelyne’s dark, decadent world.
At first, they resisted.
Then, they willingly dove into it.
Cries of distress became cries of euphoria. Any discomfort from such rough, ravaging sex morphed into intoxicating pleasure. As the creatures humped and groped them, the five Stepford Sisters began supplementing their efforts. They reached out and stroked whatever cock was within their reach. They leaned in and sucked whatever cock was nearby. The more they followed these dark desires, the more they descended into a state of utter surrender.
“More sex! More cock!” said Esme before taking another cock in her mouth.
“Harder! Faster!” said Celeste as the goblin stud fucking her pushed her legs further apart.
“I’m really close. I’m going to…come!” Mindee moaned.
“Me too!” said Sophie.
“Me too!” cried Phoebe.
Like their mother before them, they spoke like sex-crazed whores. They writhed, shuddered, and moaned like her as well. They’d inherited her taste for hedonism, but without her resolve, they didn’t stand a chance against the lurid onslaught that followed.
While the five young women processed the ecstasy of their first orgasm, the goblin studs still fucking them achieved their peak as well. Their hissing grew louder, as did the pace of their thrusting. The Goblin Queen watched closely, barely containing her own arousal, as her decadent creations brought the Stepford Cuckoos past the point of no return.
“Do it!” she ordered. “Fill them with your goblin cum!”
The creatures obeyed their queen. Each goblin stud that had been fucking one of the Cuckoos let out a predatory growl as they achieved orgasm.
They didn’t pull out. They just slowed their thrusting, leered over the attractive blondes, and licked their lips with their snake-like tongues as they sprayed their depths with their viscous fluid. Almost immediately, the girls reacted.
“So hot!” said Mindee.
“So thick!” said Phoebee.
“It feels…strange,” said Esme.
“And good!” said Celeste.
“More! Give me more!” said Sophie.
The effects were even more potent than they’d been with Emma. The Goblin Queen had Dr. Warren adjust the contents of her goblin studs’ sexual fluids. It still had the primary effect of resetting the sex drive of whoever they fucked, effectively denying them the satisfaction they craved. Now, it also delivered a more intoxicating rush, which effectively energized them into pursuing more of these perverse desires.
It was impossible to resist. That didn’t stop Goblin Queen from being thorough.
“You heard them,” she said to her goblin studs. “Keep fucking them. Fuck them every which way. Their innocence is long gone. Now, we bend their spirits!”
The goblin studs let out a joyous cheer, as if they’d been waiting for that specific order. They took to it with great energy and glee. The five Stepford Sisters were too dazed make sense of it. With fluids now dripping from their pussies, their eyes vacant of defiance, they awaited more ravaging.
The scene quickly devolved into a five-way gangbang for each of the five sisters. The goblin studs didn’t bother with elaborate coordination. They went about fucking each attractive blond with reckless abandon. One would fuck them from one end, getting between her legs and thrusting their throbbing cock into their pussy. The other took her from the other end, shoving their cock into their mouths for them to suck. Each Cuckoo eagerly obliged, holding their legs open while sucking whatever dick happened to be in front of them.
The ravaging took many forms. Some sisters remained on their back, getting fucked missionary style in a succession of goblin studs. Others got on their hands and knees, getting fucked from behind while sucking multiple dicks in front of them. On a few occasions, the creatures held them up off the floor, held them up in their arms, and bounced them along their rigid cocks until they climaxed again.
After a certain number of orgasms, the five sisters still craved more. As various fluids dripped down their inner thighs, a couple of the sisters grew bolder.
“My ass! Fuck my ass!” said Celeste.
“Mine too! I want that too!” said Sophie.
“Fuck all my holes!” exclaimed Esme.
The Goblin Queen laughed to herself. Despite their youth, they took to more ambitious forms of decadence quite readily. The goblin studs didn’t hesitate. Almost all at once, the creatures fucking their pussies switched holes, pressed the tip of their large endowments up against their asses, and thrust it into their depths.
The five sisters reacted with varying ranges of pain and pleasure. Their young bodies were already being penetrated in ways that would test even an adventurous whore. They adjusted quickly as the creatures continued fucking them at a vigorous pace. Discomfort morphed into ecstasy as they climaxed again.
“Oohhh I’m coming again!” cried Mindee.
“I’m coming too!” moaned Phoebe.
Their orgasmic moans gave the goblin studs the motivation they needed to take them every which way and through every hole. Before long, each Stepford sister was getting triple-penetrated for multiple rounds. Their moans became muffled, but the results were the same. Whatever form it took, the five sisters kept climaxing.
However, it was never enough.
“More! Give us more! Fuck us more!” they said when they weren’t gagging on cocks, often in unison.
The goblin studs continued to oblige, fucking each sister with little rest in between. They continued climaxing as well, releasing more loads into their pussies to evoke the same potent effect. Some released it on their faces and breasts. They often licked it up, which triggered a similar effect. That effect, in turn, fueled more desire and more sex to satisfy it.
It was a perverse cycle of debauchery. The Goblin Queen let it go on and on, taking in the sights and sounds of every lurid act. She watched as the five girls became increasingly disheveled, their naked bodies drenched in a mix of sweat and sexual fluids. As they succumbed, their spirits weakened. It worked better than the Goblin Queen had expected.
“Broken, ravaged, dazed, and utterly fucked,” she said admiringly. “It’s not the cleanest way to control desire, but it gets the job done.”
The Goblin Queen grinned smugly as she watched the unfolding sex show. Again and again, her goblin studs fucked them. They couldn’t stop. They didn’t want to stop. The five sisters probably would’ve kept going at it until their bodies completely gave out and they expired on the spot. Even if they preferred such a fate, Madelyne had other plans for the Stepford Cuckoos.
She waited until the goblin studs had all five sisters on the brink of another orgasm. Mindee, Phoebe, and Celeste were on their hands and knees, getting triple penetrated from every end. Sophie and Esme were being held up as one goblin stud fucked their ass from behind while the other took their pussy. Then, just as they were about to cross that threshold, she delivered a fateful order.
“Enough!” the Goblin Queen said firmly.
Immediately, the goblin studs ceased their decadent activities. They all pulled out from the five disheveled sisters. Even those who still had raging boners, ready for another release, obeyed their queen.
As soon as they set the five sisters down, they all backed away. A dark portal to limbo formed behind them and they vanished into it. The Stepford sisters, now on the floor, naked and dripping wet with various fluids, tried to reach for them to no avail.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Esme said.
“We’re not done! I want…I need more!” said Sophie.
“And you’ll get more. That, I can assure you,” said the Goblin Queen as the last creature disappeared. “So long as your desires align with mine, you’ll have other opportunities to satisfy that gnawing lust you still feel.”
The five young blondes turned back towards her. They were out of breath, very dazed, and still quite confused. That was to be expected. They’d stepped out of their cloning pod with one set of desires. Now, their spirits had been tainted, along with their bodies.
They might not have liked it on some levels. Even Dr. Warren couldn’t filter that out of Emma Frost’s offspring. That didn’t matter anymore. The five sisters, now inescapably linked to the Goblin Queen’s purpose, exchanged glances before rising to their feet. Still naked and wary, they stood before her with a mix of submission and reverence.
“We understand,” they all said in unison. “What do you need of us, Goblin Queen?”
“Well said, girls. You’ll fare far better than your mother,” the Goblin Queen said. “In terms of duties, I require you to exercise those telepathic talents you inherited. My plans need both protection from other psychics, as well as a means of securing obedience from untrained minds.”
“We can do that,” the five sisters said, “but is that all you need?”
“Hardly,” Madelyne laughed. “My needs are great, but I finally have the tools I need to pursue them. Since your very existence has proven the value of the Bloodstone I took from the Hand, I’m ready to employ it in bolder ways. For that, I’ll need your assistance, as well as some warmer attire. I hear Russia is cold this time of year.”
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