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Summary: See previous
chapters.

A/N: For anyone who
starts whining about how Rogue is out of character, please remember that this
is AU, and I always thought that Rogue had a stronger personality while she was
with the Brotherhood, but while she was with the X-Men she always seemed to
take a back-seat to Jean and Scott and the others. This in mind, the
Brotherhood all seemed to remain on fairly good terms with Rogue, and I thought
that she would make a good leader, given the chance.
A/N: I fixed things so
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To The Victor
Chapter Three
Curled up next to Lance after another round of sex, Kitty
rested her head on his shoulder, trying to relax.
Both of them bolted upright at the sound of a door slamming
down the hall. Lance pulled on his boxers, muttering darkly, and opened the
door slightly, hearing footsteps and two other doors do the same.
�What�s going on?�
Through the opening, Rogue�s voice could be heard. �In th� mornin�! Go t� bed and Mystique said to keep it down!�
there was a slight pause. �Do Ah look lahke Ah care what you�re doing Fred?
Take it to ya room! The rest of us have to sit on that couch!�
Lance closed the door, wincing. �Boss Lady�s back.�
There was a crash from downstairs, followed by footsteps and
the distinctive blue light of Wanda�s hex bolts, then the sound of Rogue�s door
opening and closing. Lance winced again. �So is Wanda. Sounds like she and
Rogue are plotting.�
Kitty paled at the thought. The two gothic goddesses were
bad enough on their own. Together� Kitty shuddered.
She was still trying not to think about Rogue�s return to the house earlier,
and its implications. The X-Men hadn�t been all that nice after finding out
that Rogue was Mystique�s daughter, and Kitty had a feeling that that was about
to come back and bite them on the backside.
Surprisingly, Lance put an arm around her as he sat back
down on the bed. �Don�t worry too much, Pretty Kitty. They are probably just
trying to work out the next move. We just want mutants to be able to live
without persecution. But if that has to be through fear�� Lance shrugged.
�Rogue is probably filling Wanda in on what she missed and coming up with a
plan. They may not be academic wonders, but Rogue is smart and a good leader,
not to mention personally trained by Mystique. If anyone can get this mess to
work out in our favour, they can.�
He said it with such confidence. Kitty wondered how close
the brotherhood really was. Back at the Mansion, sure people said such things
about the others, but it was always as though it was expected of them, in the
concept of Team-spirit. The Brotherhood was so matter-of-fact about it, really
believing in what praise they offered.
Kitty hesitated a moment, considering. Could she use her
body as a bargaining chip to make sure her team was rescued? She had already
promised to serve Lance in exchange for safety from the others, but still.
Kitty chose, leaning over to kiss Lance, her hand wandering down to stroke him.
�Lance? What do you think they will do about the other X-Men? What will have
happened to them?�
Lance shrugged. �After Summers deliberately left Mystique
behind at Area 51 and the way you all treated Rogue, I don�t think any of us
really care about what happens to the X-Geeks. Like you lot are always saying,
you don�t need us to help you.�
Anything Kitty might have said in reply was interrupted by a
gleeful laugh from the direction of Rogue�s room. Kitty shivered; that didn�t
sound good. She sincerely hoped that she was not going to be the target of
their amusement. �Oh, I�m never going to sleep now. That sound is going to give
me nightmares.�
Lance smiled and pulled her close. �Rogue
and Wanda laughing gleefully while plotting is almost never good. At
least not for whoever is going to be on the receiving end. Almost makes me feel
sorry for the flatscans.�
He pulled Kitty onto his lap, kissing her again, slow and
demanding. Still unsure and inexperienced, Kitty slowly responded, settling
herself between his thighs and reaching down to try and pull off his boxers.
Unlike previous times, Lance was slow and deliberate as he
trailed kisses down her neck, rising up slightly to slide his underwear off.
Suddenly, he pulled away, lifting her off him. Kitty�s worried eyes met his
dark ones, fearful that she had displeased him; all things considered, annoying
her captor would not be a good thing.
Lance rose to his knees, guiding Kitty�s head to his erect
dick. Trying to relax her jaw, like she had heard some of the older students
talk about in the girl�s locker room, Kitty opened her mouth and took Lance in
as far as she could.
She began to move her mouth over him, tongue fluttering
against the underside as she sucked. Lance�s fingers coiled in her hair and he
began to move her head faster, causing her to speed up. Kitty grabbed his hips
for balance, letting out a muffled whimper that vibrated against his cock.
Lance stifled a groan of pleasure. �Yeah, that�s it, Pretty
Kitty. Use your tongue.�
Kitty felt him harden in her mouth as she swirled her tongue
around his length, trying to think of what would please him. She couldn�t risk
making Lance angry at her or the others. Kitty tilted her head to the side,
humming as she sucked, which apparently felt very good for Lance, if the
half-tortured moans were anything to go by.
His thrusts became harder, almost
enough to hurt her, and it wasn�t long before he exploded in her mouth. Kitty
swallowed as much as she could, but some still dribbled out of the corner of
her mouth.
Kitty wiped it away as quickly as she could as Lance pulled
her into his arms again, playing with her breasts.
Kitty relaxed against him, swallowing to get rid of the
taste. Lance kissed her neck, one hand wandering down between her legs. Kitty
let out a squeak when his fingers brushed her clit, the bundle of nerves making
her jump.
One finger slid inside her, her passage still moist and
slick from previous bouts of sex. Unlike other times, this was slow, but still
for Lance�s pleasure only, with Kitty nothing more than his plaything. A second
finger was added, causing a slight moan of pain, which turned into one of
relief when he pulled away from her, turning her around.
Kitty fell back onto the bed as Lance pushed her down,
spreading her legs before him, offering her body for whatever he wanted.
Rather than instantly plunging into her, however, the fingers
returned, sliding in and out of her slender body. Lance�s other hand was on her
hip, holding her down as she writhed in a desperate attempt to escape.
Lance was there, nudging her legs open, and then he was in
her, above her, surrounding her. Her arms were pinned above her head as he
claimed her lips in a hungry kiss, devouring her as she struggled.
Lance wrapped one of Kitty�s legs around him as he spread
the other one even wider. The petite girl stiffened in pain as Lance forced himself deeper inside her, her hands clenching around his
biceps, digging in her nails.
Lance gave a small hiss, the only sign that she may have
hurt him, and pulled Kitty�s hips up toward his own. Kitty whimpered in pain
while he moved inside her, groping one breast roughly.
Small tremors rippled through the room as Kitty felt Lance
swell inside her, drawing at least one annoyed female yell from outside, which
were ignored.
Kitty felt her body trying to reject Lance, her inner
passage clenching around his dick and sending him over the edge with a loud
groan.
The two collapsed against each other breathlessly, Lance
holding himself up with one arm, to avoid squashing her, while the other hand
cradled her head, a dreadful and twisted parody of gentleness. Kitty tried to
turn her face away, but Lance�s grip tightened, holding her in place. He kissed
her again, fierce and cruel, then broke away and
slapped her hard across the face. �You can�t hide from me, Pretty Kitty. Don�t
even try.�
*�� *�� *�� *�� *�� *
The earthquakes stopped, accompanied by a loud scream, just
as Wanda stormed to her feet, ready to go and hex the living daylights out of
the culprit. She sighed and sat back down as Rogue closed the notebook they had
been brainstorming in.
Rogue tucked a white streak behind one ear and glanced over
at her friend. �Now that we finished that, what do ya think about trying to
recruit one of the X-Girls that the idiots brought in? Pryde is out, at least
for now, Lance managed to trick her into something, and Ah hope ya don�t even
think about suggestin� Grey, but Ah think the Scottish one, Rahne, has some
potential.�
Wanda shrugged. �Turn one of Xavier�s pets to the Grey Side?
It�s a good idea. I want to form my own opinions first, though.� She paused,
and then seemed to remember something. �Oh, I nearly forgot. I ran into Agatha
Harkness while I was away. She said that she has taught us all that she can,
and that the rest is up to us.�
The two girls exchanged a smile. Scaring people into
submission with the threat of uncontrollable power was fun, but they both
desperately wanted control, though they would never admit it. Rogue�s smile was
tinged with sadness, however. She could control the powers that she had
absorbed, and use them at will, and stop the memories and personalities from
overwhelming her, but touch was still beyond her reach.
Thankfully not noticing her friend�s changed mood, Wanda
covered a yawn. �I�m going to bed. �Night.�
Rogue nodded. �See you in the mornin�.� Wanda shut the door
behind her as Rogue slid under her covers, and quickly fell asleep.
*�� *�� *�� *�� *�� *
Amara struggled as she was dragged to Pietro�s room,
shooting Rahne an envious look as Toad led her outside and pushed her into what
looked like a small garden shed, and then joined Pietro in hauling her to his
room.
Inside the surprisingly clean area, Toad grabbed her arms;
restraining her while Pietro literally tore her clothes off, bearing her still
under-developed body for both of them to ogle.
Amara offered up a silent prayer to the gods of her people,
which went unanswered when she changed hands and Toad forced her legs apart.
She held onto hope when she realized that both boys were still fully dressed,
and didn�t appear ready to change that. That hope rapidly diminished when
Toad�s tongue lashed out, hitting the sensitive spot between her legs.
Searching for anything that might save her, Amara latched
onto something Rogue had said earlier. Rogue seemed to be the person in charge
most of the time. �Rogue said that you weren�t allowed to have sex with me. Let
me go!�
The two exchanged looks. Were they going to go against Rogue
anyway? �Rogue said that we couldn�t fuck you anymore until we figure out what
to do about your team. But that doesn�t include touching or your mouth, and she
didn�t forbid that.�
Before Amara could think of a response, she had been tossed
onto the bed, with Toad kneeling above her head, her arms trapped between his
calves and thighs. His tongue darted out, hitting between her legs with
surprising accuracy. Amara yelped in pain, both from the stinging feeling in
that area, and from Toad�s hands rough on her barely developed chest.
She struggled as she felt Pietro�s hands skimming over her
stomach and hips, his super-speed making it feel like a humming vibration. Toad
opened his mouth again, and Amara tried to close her legs, denying him access.
But this time he aimed elsewhere, wrapping around her thigh and jerking her leg
up while Pietro moved in between her thighs.
Pietro�s hand gripped her other leg, hard enough to leave
bruises, spreading her open for them while one of his long fingers slipped
inside her, moving as fast as a hummingbird. It hurt more than Amara would have
thought, as her body was still sore from last night, and she clenched around
him, trying to expel this foreign presence from her body, but without success.
Pietro grinned, adding a second finger. �Now that�s better.
You like this, don�t you?�
Amara glared and opened her mouth to deliver a scathing
retort, only to have it covered in a rough kiss from Toad. A third finger
entered her body, stuffing her already filled cunt and stretching her
painfully. She whimpered into Toad�s mouth and squirmed around the fingers
inside her.
Then she felt Pietro�s fingers slide out of her and Toad�s
weight lift off her arms. She felt herself spun around again, lying on her
stomach with her face pressed to Toad�s lap. Toad guided her head to his cock,
forcing it between her lips.
Strangely, all Amara could think of was her home in Nova
Roma, and how disappointed the King and Queen would be. Were they even safe,
with her newly revealed mutant status? Then Pietro�s hand slapped her bum, and
she snapped back to the present.
Amara was pulled off the bed and onto the floor. It occurred
to her that she was spending a lot of time there lately. Then she was dragged
to her hands and knees, with Toad in her mouth and Pietro�s fingers in her cunt
as he hit her backside again, and again, until she could practically feel her
bum growing red.
Toad forced his dick as far into Amara�s mouth as possible,
making her choke as he hit the back of her throat. Toad held her head still as
he fucked her face, watching his length disappear into the small �O� of her
mouth. Amara gave up on holding back the tears of pain and humiliation, letting
them spill down her cheeks and trying to detach herself from the situation as
the two boys used her body. Then Toad stopped, pulling out of her mouth and
letting his fingers replace Pietro�s as she felt Pietro part her sore cheeks,
and start pushing a finger into her tight ass. Amara�s scream went unheard as
she was filled in both holes. She could feel herself being stretched; Toad in
front and Pietro behind, their fingers pumping in and out of her slender body,
and wondered if it could get worse without them breaking Rogue�s restrictions.
It did, when they pulled their fingers out, only to take one
of her hands each, and guide them to stroke their semi-erect cocks. Amara felt
dirty, and on the verge of more tears as she stroked them to hardness, dreading
to think of what would happen next.
It seemed like an age, and many more bruises, before the two
boys stopped, covering her small body with sperm.
They let her up and threw her a small towel to clean herself
with. Then, giving her a dress that looked like it may have belonged to Rogue
or Wanda at age eight, and certainly didn�t cover very much of her, they took
her to the same shed that they had shoved Rahne in before, leaving her alone
with the other girl.
Rahne�s eyes widened at her friend�s appearance and she
wrapped her arm around Amara�s waist, supporting her when she would have
collapsed. Rahne gently guided her over to a worn rug on the floor just as
there was a knock at the door. Rahne stood and went to open it, both girls
unable to conceal their shock at the sight of Rogue standing there with
blankets and a large pillow. Belatedly, Rahne stepped aside to let her in. Rogue
took one look at Amara and placed the bundle on the floor, kneeling by the
barely conscious girl. After a quick check, the Goth girl stood again, giving
Rahne a curt glance. �Look after her. I don�t need any of you dead.�
Not giving the young wolf-girl a chance to respond, she
stalked out again, muttering to herself. �I told those idiots��
Rahne snapped out of her shock and tried to make Amara as
comfortable as she could, before settling down to wait for Jean or Kitty.
*�� *�� * ��*�� *�� *
Jean was granted her second temporary break from orally
servicing Blob when Rogue yelled at him to take it off the couch, the first
having been the forty-five minutes when they waited for Rogue to return and her
talk with the Brotherhood boys. Blob was less than pleased at the interruption,
but didn�t talk back as he stood up and dragged Jean to his room.
The red haired telepath tried to back away when Blob sat
back down on the bed, but he pulled her back toward him, giving her what he
considered a light tap on the shoulder, but was hard enough to knock her down.
Jean fell to her knees before him, a position she was
becoming very familiar with, much to her distain, but glared up at him. �If you
think for one minute that I�ll do this for you again��
Blob cut her off, standing up. �OK, I�ll just go get the
girl that turns into fire. She might be more co-operative.�
He wouldn�t, of course. Amara was with Pietro and Todd, and
Rogue had said to leave Rahne alone. With Wanda returned as back-up, Fred
wasn�t about to question that. But Jean knew none of this, and seemed to fall
for it, as her eyes widened and she grabbed his hand. �No! Leave them out of
this; I�ll do whatever you say!�
Blob sat back down, inwardly grinning. Bullseye. Jean stood
up in front of him, red hair falling around her as she pulled off her shirt and
unhooked her bra. Already barefoot, she wriggled out of her pants, then her
underwear, again sinking to her knees and making no protest when Blob reached
for her full breasts.
Jean leaned toward Blob�s cock, as hugely proportioned as
the rest of them, closing her eyes and trying not to think about it as she
stroked him to full hardness. Blob tugged at her hair, ignoring her wince of
pain. �Keep your eyes open, Grey. Don�t try to pretend I�m someone else.�
Jean tried to pretend that that was not exactly what she had
been doing, and only nodded as she opened her mouth and ran her tongue over his
dick. She braced herself with a hand against the side of the bed frame and took
him into her mouth again, trying not to choke.
The hand on her breast squeezed, and Jean wondered if Blob
was trying to hurt her, or if he really didn�t know his own strength. She
whimpered slightly, and felt him vibrate in her mouth.
Free hand alternating between stroking the base of Blob�s
cock that Jean couldn�t reach, even when he forcefully deep-throated her and
she choked on him, and playing with his balls, Jean hoped that she could get
this over with quickly. She tilted her head to the side as she drew back,
swirling her tongue around him, then flinched as he cupped the back of her
head, pulling her forward as she took him as far down her throat as she could.
Jean tried not to cry as this repeated, again and again and
again. Breathing through her nose, Jean screamed with both mind and smothered
voice when she felt Blob stiffen inside her mouth. His thrusts became shorter
and more erratic, and then he exploded, spending himself in her battered and
sore mouth. Still mindful of his threat to Rahne and Amara, Jean swallowed as
fast and as much as she could. Even so, a large amount still trickled out,
flowing over her breasts and body as she let Blob slide out of her mouth.
Hoping that that would be enough for one day, and seeing a
torn shirt destined for the trash, Jean used it to clean herself off, cheeks
burning with shame. Would she ever be able to kiss Scott as she so often wanted
to, knowing where her lips had been? What would her family say, if she ever saw
them again?
Jean had no idea if any of them would ever escape the
Brotherhood, and even if they did, would they dare risk contacting their
families. With the current paranoia, what danger would they put their families
in, just by having it known that their parents had borne mutant offspring?
Would they be attacked also, merely for being related to them? Jean didn�t
know, but she knew that she couldn�t put her parent�s lives, her sister�s life,
in jeopardy like that. If she got rid of the collar, Jean could reasonably
defend herself, but she didn�t know if they could do the same. She and the
other X-Men were alone in this.
Trying to maintain a meek and submissive appearance as she
dressed again, Jean quietly asked Blob if she could go, wincing as the simple
act of talking made her mouth hurt. He pulled on a dressing gown and took her
down to a small garden shed, where Rahne and Amara were curled up together.
Jean tried to ignore her aching jaw and mouth, joining Amara
and Rahne as they huddled together for warmth in a small room.
She learned that Rogue had come by earlier, before Jean had
joined the younger two, with blankets and a large cushion, indicating that the
Brotherhood obviously had some plan that required them to be in relatively good
condition. She saw bruises on Amara�s skin that was not covered by the tiny
dress that someone had given her, but Rahne appeared to be unharmed.
Jean shivered, as much from fear as cold. She had had a
shining moment of hope earlier, when she had heard the Brotherhood mention that
Rogue told them to leave Rahne alone and the �no sex� restriction she had
imposed. For a few seconds, Jean had thought that Rogue would not tolerate what
was happening and only wanted to see her humiliated, but that hope had been
dashed when� Blob had informed her that
the Goth girl hadn�t wanted to deal with the fuss of internal bleeding, and had
said nothing about oral sex.
The tall red-head sighed. She had done all she could to
protect Rahne and Amara, and wondered what was happening to Kitty. On the first
night, they had all heard her screams of pain and terror as she was raped, and
had seen very little of her since.
*~*~*~*~*
Rahne and Amara clung to each other, shivering with cold.
They were scared, too. They knew that they had gotten off lighter than the two older
girls, all things considered. Amara had been raped by Pietro, but it had been
over shortly after it began, thanks to Quicksilver�s super-speed. Rahne had
been left alone for whatever reason, and both of them had escaped with only
cleaning while scantily clad for most of that day, and although Amara had been
used by both Toad and Pietro that night, no actual sex had occurred. It didn�t
take a telepath to know what had happened to Kitty upon their arrival, nor was
it hard to guess the reason for Jean�s difficulty speaking and the sore redness
around her mouth.
Amara sighed. It was strange. Rogue had made it very clear
that unless they gave her a very good reason to feel concern, she didn�t really
care what happened to them, but had obviously spoken to the Brotherhood about
them after her return. Amara didn�t know what she had said or threatened, but
it had made Pietro, and Toad, stick to just touching, where Amara had been
dreading a repeat of last night. Very painful touching that she knew would
leave lasting bruises, but it could have been worse.
Rahne was still trying to process everything that had
happened. First she had been absolutely terrified of what might happen to her,
and then Rogue had intervened on her behalf, telling Toad to leave her alone and
actually throwing him halfway across the room when he muttered a protest.
Rahne was an innocent girl, but she wasn�t so naive that she
didn�t know what had happened to the other girls the previous night and a good
portion of today�
Maybe Rogue wasn�t so bad after all. Rahne wasn�t stupid,
she knew that Rogue probably had an ulterior motive, but she had made the rest
of the Brotherhood back off, and showed up with blankets and cushions, and that
was something. Rahne and Amara had never gone up against her in battle, but
Rogue had stood up for her now and obviously held a position of power, although
the wolf in Rahne was still trying to decide if Rogue or Mystique was the
Alpha. They were still enemies, but perhaps there was some hope in this hellish
situation.
*~*~*~*~*
In Kurt�s room, the blue mutant was holding his girlfriend
and whispering reassurances in German. Amanda had lasted until they were in
private, and then broke down crying from all that had happened.
Almost desperate for confirmation that Kurt still loved her,
despite the events of the past few weeks, Amanda had offered herself to him.
Kurt had turned her down, wanting their first time to be
special, and had settled for passionate kissing between promises that he still
loved her and that they would make things turn out all right.
Human and mutant fell asleep, still clothed, and safe in
each other�s arms with the hope that tomorrow would be better.

A/N: I decided that
since Wanda got training for her supposedly uncontrollable powers from Agatha
Harkness, why shouldn�t Rogue get help too? She can�t miraculously touch, but
she can stop the psyches from overwhelming her and control the powers she has
absorbed.
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