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The Red Queen Chronicles: The Lost Son	By : marvelmaster616 Category: X-men Comics > General Views: 8506 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Red Queen Chronicles: The Lost Son
Chapter 3: Carnal and Cunning
Pierce Robotics Research Lab Ballroom – 15 Minutes Ago
“Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!”
Mary Jane had heard those cheers many times before, both from ordinary men who just wanted to see her tits and from horrible human beings who lived only to cause trouble. While on stage, putting on a sexy show for all to see, the differences that divided villains from ordinary people faded. Something about that felt oddly poetic.
It was distressing on some levels, but encouraging in others. It showed that even the likes of Hydra, the Humanity Coalition, AIM, and the Hand had the same vulnerabilities when it came to sexy shows. It also reaffirmed her ability to be the life of the party, no matter the situation.
“Come here,” said an aggressive female Hydra agent, who had stripped down to her underwear. “Let me show you why Hydra women are the best!”
“You dare challenge the sex appeal of the Hand?” said a female Hand agent, who was topless.
“Ladies, please…let’s save the hostilities for the Avengers,” said Mary Jane, still playing her part as a representative of a villainous organization. “Besides, there’s a much better way to prove yourselves!”
Having instigated the impromptu sex show, the Red Queen took it to another level, once more. She’d already stripped out of her blouse and shed her bra, giving every devious man in the ballroom a perfect view of her tits. However, she sensed they wanted more and it didn’t just involve her and two other women getting naked.
With a bold assertiveness that Hydra and the Hand probably weren’t used to, Mary Jane grabbed the two women by the head and pulled them together so that the three of them kissed simultaneously. Naturally, it drove the audience wild.
“Yeah, kiss her hard!” one of the Hydra agents.
“I think this might be the start of an alliance…a very sexy alliance,” said a high-ranking Hand officers.
“I’m still waiting for them to take it all off, but I’m okay with this,” said a representative from the Humanity Coalition.
“As am I,” said an AIM scientist. “Some spectacles transcend the beauty of science.”
Those cheers, along with the music that the Reavers played, made for a very sensual atmosphere. Much to Mary Jane’s surprise/relief, the two women eagerly kissed back. In fact, they were downright competitive, trying to outdo one another in terms of sexual spectacle.
The woman from the Hand mashed her breasts against Mary Jane’s, really rubbing their nipples together heard. The woman from Hydra slapped both their butts, taking full advantage of Mary Jane’s low-cut dress and thong underwear. The Red Queen didn’t mind, though, and not just because she was competitive either.
“That all you got?” said Mary Jane, sounding more devious than she had in quite some time.
“You…are a very devious woman,” said the woman from the Hand. “I like it!”
“I’ll do you both…on this stage if I have to!” said the woman from Hydra.
“That a threat or a promise?” said Mary Jane.
“Quit turning me on so damn much! Trust me. You can’t handle what I can do.”
The two women were very motivated and Mary Jane was ready to match them. She was prepared to do a live sex show, complete with a pussy eating contest followed by a blowjob competition. She figured that would give Jean and Emma more than enough time to rescue Logan. If all went well, she would be the only one who actually enjoyed herself on the mission.
As Mary Jane began kissing the two devious women again, slapping both their asses and throwing in some extra tongue, she heard an unexpected voice in her mind.
‘Hope you’re not having too much fun, darling. I’m on my way in!’ said Emma Frost through her telepathy.
‘Already?’ Mary Jane replied, doing her best to keep the show going. ‘You mean that stunt with the heels worked?’
‘You almost sound disappointed, darling.’
‘I’m not, I just…thought I’d end up having to do more. I didn’t even have to take off my panties.’
‘You’d best keep them loose. I lost psychic contact with Jean a few moments ago and need to step up my time-tables. I can sense traces of Logan’s mind, but it’s messy and it’s bound to get messier so better keep up the act!’
That might have been the easy part. The two women on stage with her were fully into the sexy spectacle. The woman from Hydra even reached up her low-cut skirt and trailed her fingers along the outline of her pussy. That attracted even more attention. Some of the Reavers who had been on guard even lowered their weapons to get a closer look.
The act was working even better than Mary Jane had expected. The two women on stage seemed to completely forget about the auction, as did much of the audience. Once they realized what was going on, their mood was sure to change.
‘Their psychic defenses are down. The rest of their defenses are following suit,’ Emma continued. ‘These Reavers have pathetic mental shields. I’m going to make my way inside and be as reckless as possible.’
‘I’ll be waiting. Just…don’t expect me to do much fighting,’ replied Mary Jane, just she pinched the nipples of the female Hand representative. ‘I’m not exactly in a good position, so to speak.’
‘I’m not the least bit surprised. Don’t worry. I’ll try not to demand too much. Just don’t be surprised if we end up having to improvise. The kind of people who mess with Logan tend to make things challenging for us and not in a fun way.’
Pierce Robotics Rear Staging Area – Present Time
“This is wrong. This is all going horribly wrong!” barked an increasingly furious Romulus. “I don’t know who I’ll have to kill, but everyone in this building is a candidate.”
The frustration and anger had boiled over. What began as a simple annoyance – his unruly guests starting a deviant stage show while he got Logan ready for auction – had devolved into a full-blown attack on his once firm control of the situation. Now, as he gazed at the still-unconscious Logan that remained strapped to a special gurney, he Romulus contemplated an unthinkable recourse.
Officially, the auction was to begin in three minutes. He could still hear the music, cheers, and general raucous from the ballroom as his guests continued their impromptu sex show. However, that had since become a secondary concern at best. Moments ago, he just got a report from one a Reaver lieutenant. Nearly every defense contingency he’d put in place was failing. Everything that he had so carefully planned was falling apart as though fate itself had conspired against him.
“We’re…still looking into the defense network, sir,” said a very nervous Reaver lieutenant. “All the cameras, turrets, and lockdown mechanisms are down. We suspect it was some kind of data surge.”
“From an external hack?” asked Romulus, already dreading the answer.
“No, sir…internal,” said the Reaver, taking a step back and guarding his major organs.
Romulus growled angrily, clenching his fists and fighting the urge to maim Logan out of spite. It was one thing for the building’s psychic and anti-mutant defense systems to fail. For the entire defense network to shut down, including everything from the cameras to the fire alarms, hinted at a much more calculated attack. It was too precise, even for Logan’s powerful friends. It led Romulus to suspect that the attack went beyond a simple rescue.
“There’s more, isn’t there?” he surmised, still glaring at Logan.
“Um…” the Reaver lieutenant stammered.
“Tell me now and I promise not to kill you,” he said sternly. “I need to know how badly my carefully-crafted plan has failed.”
The hapless Reaver still hesitated. Romulus drew his claws, letting him know he’d die if he tried to hide the truth. Lucky for his vital organs, he got the message.
“Before the network went down, our tech guys um…picked up on something,” the Reaver said as he nervously tapped on a small tablet computer.
“What kind of something?” Romulus asked, already enraged by the answer.
“The uh…well, the accounts we set up for the action showed a surge in activity. They’re getting a huge influx of money. I’m talking millions at a time. It might even be a billion by now.”
Romulus’ rage turned to confusion. He finally glanced towards the Reaver and grabbed the tablet computer from him, which had already brought up a display of all his secure accounts. Sure enough, they had all gone up value…a lot. With each passing second, transfer after transfer flowed into the accounts.
While part of Romulus’ plan involved making a substantial profit by auctioning off Wolverine, what he saw gave him a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. It made no sense…unless it also was part of the attack.
“We thought it was a glitch within the system, but we checked them remotely. It’s real,” the Reaver lieutenant continue.
“And yet, you don’t sound too thrilled about it,” said Romulus. “Can I assume there’s an infuriating reason for that?”
“That uh…depends.”
“On what?” he barked, his anger overtaking his confusion.
“On whether you mind that all those funds are coming from the accounts of our guests,” he said, swallowing nervously. “You see, all those shadow accounts you had them set up beforehand…well, someone on our end just hacked them. Near as we can tell, there’s some rogue computer program ordering all these transfers. I don’t know what to make of it, but it looks…”
The Reaver lieutenant trailed off, biting his lip and taking another step back. He probably noticed Romulus squeezing the tablet so hard that the screen cracked. His rage mixed with a disturbing realization that undermined what little semblance of control he had left.
“It looks like I’m stealing directly from the pockets of Hydra, AIM, the Hand, the Humanity Coalition, the Kingpin, and every other organization that SHIELD despises…that this entire auction was just a ploy to plunder their resources!” Romulus surmised as he crumbled up the tablet with his bare hands in a rage.
“Should we send the money back?” the lieutenant asked. “We can do it remotely and…”
Romulus silenced the hapless Reaver by letting out an angry roar before throwing the destroyed tablet on the floor, shattering it into even more pieces. His claws still drawn, he fumed as he turned back towards the unconscious Logan. Any chance he had at making his plan work had vanished. It left him with only one contingency.
“Don’t!” he said to the Reaver firmly. “It doesn’t matter now. As far as they’re concerned, I’m already a fraud who just tricked them out of a great deal of money. Even if we stopped the attack and captured those responsible, it wouldn’t make a difference. By now, they’ve already noticed and will attempt to retaliate.”
“So…what do we do?”
“Exactly what I say! That much has not changed!” barked Romulus. “We will recover from this. There will be other plans…other chances. Unfortunately, those will come at a price.”
The imposing man went to work, using his claws to destroy the restraints on Logan’s special gurney. He also hit a large button on the side, which released the adamantium clamps that controlled those restraints. It effectively freed Logan, but only to a point.
Romulus despised the feeling of releasing control, especially after having worked so hard to guide Logan to this point. He was still very much a product of his plan…his world. That would not change. One way or another, Logan would serve him and his goals. That was the fate of everyone in his plan, but sometimes fate had to take a different path.
Still snarling at Logan’s form, he retrieved one last syringe full of synthetic pheromone that his technicians had injected earlier. Romulus had intended to use it as a demonstration, but to escape this lost plan, he needed something more direct.
“You’re still a useful pawn, Logan. That’s the only reason I haven’t killed you yet,” Romulus said to his unconscious form. “You will still serve me because that’s what you do. That is your purpose…you and your son.”
After removing the cap from the syringe, Romulus injected it right into Logan’s neck. He then emptied the contents into his system. Had the doctors still been present, they would’ve been running full-speed in the other direction. They knew as well as he did what kind of effect the pheromone had at such concentrations.
Almost immediately, Logan’s eyes shot open. Every muscle in his upper body contorted. Ever vein in his arms, neck, and chest bulged. He began growling and trembling, as though he’d been dumped in a vat of adrenaline.
“Do what you need to do, Logan,” Romulus said directly into the feral mutant’s ear. “Go into the other room. Follow those instincts of yours. Serve your purpose.”
“Errr!” Logan growled, already on the brink of a berserker rage.
His limbs still trembling, Logan stammered forward, drawing his claws and snarling with a murderous rage. The Reaver lieutenant stumbled back, avoiding eye-contact with enraged Wolverine. Even hardened cybernetic mercenaries were capable of fear.
Romulus didn’t give him time to tremble, though. As soon as he gave the necessary command, he grabbed the lieutenant by the arm and pulled him up. He then made his way out of the staging area and into the secure halls.
“Send one final order to the Reavers squads guarding the front entrance,” Romulus said. “Divert all attention from the intruders and redirect them to the ballroom. Kill everyone in that room. Do not let them escape.”
“Everyone?” he gulped nervously.
“Did I stutter?” barked Romulus, silencing the man as he walked faster. “They already believe I stole from them. I might as well go along with it. At the very least, it’ll make them think twice about infesting my plans with their decadence.”
The lieutenant didn’t question him. He just ran off down another wing to deliver the order. That was likely the last order he’d give today. His plan had fallen apart, but he had no intention of letting it defeat him. He would escape and live to craft a new plan. Those who dared undermine him had to pay a price.
Pierce Robotics – Central Lobby
Emma Frost had never been the most powerful fighter, but she prided herself on being the most cunning. She was more than happy to see Colossus, Rogue, Warpath, Wolverine, or Beast win a battle with raw strength. She took more satisfaction out of winning that same battle without breaking her perfectly-manicured nails.
“You pathetic cyber-punks are leaving me very unsatisfied,” Emma said as she made her way through the heart of Pierce Robotics’ main building. “You’re supposed to be upgraded men. All I see are boys with overpriced toys.”
“Damn it! Will somebody shoot her already? Or at least shut her up?” barked an angry Reaver who tried to attack.
“I’d like to see you to try, but I don’t want to get my hopes up,” scoffed Emma.
Several heavily-armed Reavers attempted to form a line at a secure corridor, standing beside one another and aiming their weapons right at her, which happened to be built into their arms, shoulders, and chests. Emma just rolled her eyes. She knew what came next because it had played out one too many times since she entered the buildings.
First, she shifted into her diamond form. Then, right on cue, the Reavers opened fire, unleashing a torrent of bullets and energy blasts at her. Her diamond shell took the impact and deflected them with ease. It slowed her down as she advanced towards the northeast wing, which led from the central lobby to the ballroom. It didn’t stop her, though. At best, it was an inconvenience.
“Die, diamond bitch!” yelled one of the Reavers.
“Once again, Donald Pierce disappoints me,” Emma sighed. “His thugs might be the second most impotent part of his legacy.”
The Reavers barely heard her, firing their weapons wildly and trying to hold the line. She kept inching her way closer, waiting until their weapons ran out of ammunition or energy. It happened sooner than expected, making for predictably awkward moments as the cybernetic goons made a feeble effort to launch another attack.
“Reload! Reload!” one of the Reavers yelled.
“I’ve got a better idea,” said White Queen.
With minimal strain, Emma shifted out of her diamond form and placed a hand on her temple. She then hit the line of Reavers with a telepathic attack, knocking them out in a way that would lead to a painful headache in a few hours. By then, this messy ordeal should be over and she might have a chance to salvage her Sunday.
“All that hardware, but your minds are so soft,” Emma said. “You placed too much faith in this building’s defenses…which I sense are failing in more ways than usual.”
As Emma stood before the unconscious Reavers, she paused to do a quick telepathic scan. The entire building’s psychic defenses were down, but there was still plenty of mental static. Emma had been sifting through it since Jean dropped her off at the entrance. Most of it involved random thoughts from Reavers, workers, and a few other unfamiliar minds. Others were less mundane. Once her attacks began, though, the chaos quickly escalated…albeit in her favor.
The Reavers had been caught by surprise. Everything that Jean planned had worked beyond her expectations, much to Emma’s chagrin. She barged through the front door just as the Reavers were scrambling about, wondering why they were getting so many security alerts. When she started attacking minds, they almost looked scared, most likely assuming their minds were protected.
At first, there was some pretty heavy resistance in the form of gunfire and energy weapons. Emma evaded those, only working up a mild sweat in the process. Once they began succumbing to psychic attacks, most scattered to other parts of the building. She even heard some yelling about some sort of network breach, another sign that the other part of Jean’s plan had worked.
It was going almost too smoothly. Historically, that was a bad sign for the X-men. It was often a prelude to something going horribly wrong, often taking the form of a Sentinel attack or some elaborate trap.
“Of course Jean would stick me with one of the most mundane roles of her plan,” the White Queen sighed. “She must be punishing me for giving Scott a better blowjob at our last orgy.”
She intended to extract multiple favors from Jean when all was said and done, some of which involved the new bondage gear that she’d just bought the previous week. She might as well finish her part so she could get around to her own devious plan.
At this point, the hardest part of her mission had passed. Based on her telepathic scans, she’d subdued or knocked out the bulk of the Reavers front line forces. There were still plenty of units scattered throughout the building, but most of them were either fleeing or heading away from her. That made the last step in the mission, which involved meeting up with Mary Jane and covering their tracks, fairly routine.
As Emma stepped over the unconscious Reavers, though, she received a telepathic message from Jean. It must have been urgent because it stopped her cold in her tracks.
‘Emma! Please tell me you’re near the ballroom!’ Jean exclaimed.
‘Ow! Turn down the psychic volume, Jean.’ Emma responded, clenching her temples. ‘I’m here and just a light stroll away from my destination.’
‘You’ll have to pick up the pace. I’ve encountered some…complications.’
‘Lucky you. How bad is it and how many spa trips are you going to owe me before tomorrow?’
‘It’s not as bad as it could be, but it has the potential to get MUCH worse. That’s why we’ll need to tweak the plan a bit.’
Emma let out a light groan. On one hand, the mission was no longer mundane. On the other, there was a distinct undertone to Jean’s psychic message that hinted this would not be a minor inconvenience. Whatever complications she had encountered must have been major and if it affected Jean that much, then it was bound to affect her even more.
‘I’m kind of behind schedule…a lot,’ Jean continued.
‘How the hell did THAT happen?’ asked Emma.
‘It’s a long story…one I really can’t tell without it being a distraction. All you need to know is I’m back on track and I’ve zeroed in on who’s behind this. I’ve already gotten some extra help from that favor I called in so I’m going after him!’
‘Which, I suppose, means you need me to get Logan,’ Emma surmised. ‘That’s not much of a tweak.’
‘That’s where the complication comes in. You see, I think I found out what happened to him. And if I’m right, Mary Jane and all those nasty people in the ballroom are about to find out too. You need to get there and knock everyone out before that happens!’
‘I thought we were expecting those miscreants to take care of themselves. After what we pulled with their bank accounts, they’re sure to kill each other before Mary Jane gets compromised.’
‘I’m afraid we can’t be that patient,’ Jean replied, ‘neither will they, if what I’m sensing is accurate. Someone just told the Reavers to turn on them. It’s going to get ugly real fast and Mary Jane will get caught in the crossfire if you don’t hurry. So get moving and you can hate my guts for it later!’
The subtext wasn’t too promising. Suddenly, Emma missed being bored by Jean’s plan. With the psychic link closed, she began scanning ahead. Sure enough, Jean was right. Someone had given the Reavers a new set of orders. They were getting desperate, turning on their would-be clients in the ballroom and attempting to cover their tracks.
It was the act of someone who knew he’d been outwitted. It was also a sign that those complications Jean mentioned were far from over.
“This is going to frustrated me in ways no day spa can mend,” said Emma. “More than a few people are going to owe me big time after this.”
Pierce Robotics – Main Ballroom
‘Jean…Emma…you owe me big time after this.’
That thought had been repeating in Mary Jane Watson’s mind for the past several minutes now. It couldn’t have been much longer than that because everything had gone to hell pretty quickly. She’d been told to expect it. She’d even been told to brace for it. However, it still caught her off-guard and required more cunning than usual.
“That lying, cheating bastard! He’s turned on us!” yelled a Kingpin enforcer, who’d taken cover behind the bar.
“You don’t know the half of it,” said someone from the Serpent Society who’d done the same. “Did you also get a text from your bank?”
“I got several…and some ugly messages from my superiors,” said someone from the Humanity Coalition. “Whoever called us here just fucked us out of our money!”
“Nobody steals from the Hand!” yelled an enraged assassin from the Hand as he attacked one of the Reavers.
“Shut up!” yelled a Reaver trying to fight back. “This is not what you think it is, but we have our-AAGH!”
That was all the Reaver heavy enforcer got out before an AIM agent snuck up from behind, hacked his life support system, and shorted it out. Just a few moments ago, that same Reaver had been blaring music throughout the room, giving Mary Jane and some other devious women something to dance to. That spectacle, as well as the cheering that went with it, stopped the moment the Reavers began shooting everyone in the room.
Mary Jane, having expected a nasty turn like this, managed to duck away behind a podium on the staging area. The other two women she’d been dancing with did the same. The woman from the Hand was still naked and the woman from Hydra was down to her panties. However, both looked prepared for all-out war.
“Can you fucking believe this?!” yelled the woman from Hydra. “He turned on us. That reputable broker…just brought us here to slaughter while he took our money!”
“The Hand…does not take kindly to treachery!” barked the woman from the Hand.
“Yeah…my boss is going to be pissed!” said Mary Jane, pretending to share their outrage. “And to think…I showed them my tits for free!”
“Their crimes will be punished! Hydra will see to that!” said the woman form Hydra.
Mary Jane stayed low as a couple of Reavers shot at them with a barrage of energy blasts, destroying much of the podium. The woman from Hydra did the same while signaling other Hydra agents to act. She almost seemed protective of Mary Jane. Joining her in a sexy show sometimes had that effect on people.
It didn’t change the fact that they were outgunned and underdressed. The Reaver forces were converging quickly around the ballroom, surrounding and outnumbering everyone in the room. Some managed to escape while others fought back, taking out multiple Reavers in the process. Most either fled or were cut down in the crossfire. Near as Mary Jane could tell, the representatives from the Kingpin, the Humanity Coalition, and AIM had been wiped out. If anyone escaped, they were long gone.
Mary Jane tried to look for an escape route as well, but the main stage provided few options. She and the two women she’d been dancing with maintained their position. For the moment, her best bet was to wait for Emma and Jean to show up. However, the woman from the Hand didn’t seem inclined for such patience.
“I will not hide a moment longer!” the woman from the Hand shouted. “The honor of the Hand must be preserved!”
“Wait!” Mary Jane said, grabbing her arm. “You’re not exactly…equipped.”
“I do not care! I am as deadly without clothes as I am with armor!” she claimed. “I only regret that I did not show you the full breadth of my skills.”
She almost sounded apologetic. She even sounded a little seductive. Mary Jane barely got a chance to smile back before she leapt up from behind the podium – still fully naked and armed with nothing other than her skills – and attacked the Reavers that had been shooting at them.
Much to Mary Jane’s surprise/horror, the woman managed to take down three of the five Reavers that had been shooting at them without a scratch. Her agility, acrobatics, and strikes were almost on par with Spider-Man. She managed to hit each Reaver right in the parts of their bodies that were still flesh, knocking out two while shoving one into the line of fire with the others, ending him on the spot.
“For the honor…of the Hand!” she shouted as more gunfire rang out.
It was bold, bloody, and even a little sexy. Unfortunately, other Reavers nearby noticed a naked woman fighting them. Having finished off an unruly enforcer from the Serpent Society, they surrounded the woman and overwhelmed her. She continued fighting back, but eventually took a shot to the back that ended her attack.
“Aagh!” she cried out.
“God, damn it!” Mary Jane cursed.
“Don’t worry. She’s from the Hand,” said the woman from Hydra. “Death is an inconvenience to them.”
“I know, but still…” she said anxiously.
Mary Jane peaked out from the podium, only to attract another barrage of gunfire from the Reavers. She took cover again next to the woman from Hydra, who signaled her remaining agents to come to her aid. There weren’t many left and time was running out. Mary Jane starting to get nervous.
“Stay close,” the woman from Hydra said. “Hydra is just as resilient. Come with me and I’ll make sure we…”
Before the woman could finish, she froze in place. At that same moment, others throughout the room – those still alive and present, at least – stopped as well. The Reavers ceased their attack. The remaining agents of Hydra, the Hand, the Serpent Society, and whoever else had survived stopped as well. The sudden silence after so much commission was almost eerie, but still a welcome change.
Mary Jane, unaffected by what had just happened, emerged from behind the podium to take in the sight before her. Everyone in the room had become living statues. Were it not for the dust, smoke, and smell of burnt furniture, Mary Jane would’ve swore that time had just stopped. Having not forgotten the latter parts of Jean’s plan, she wasn’t too surprised. That didn’t make it any less jarring.
“Uh…I hope this is what I think it is,” Mary Jane said out loud.
‘Relax, darling. The cavalry is here.’
That familiar voice in her head came as a relief. Breaking the ominous silence, Emma Frost entered through the same door Mary Jane had gone through earlier. The White Queen looked more short of breath than usual as she rushed towards the stage, her hand still on her temple.
“Sorry for the delay, darling,” said Emma. “Had to make sure the coast was clear.”
“Did you have to cut it that close?” said Mary Jane with a mix of anger and relief.
“Trust me, this was much closer than I wanted,” she said.
There was strain and urgency in her voice, which generated a new host of concerns for Mary Jane. For the moment, though, she just caught her breath while Emma went to work.
Once in the center of the room, Emma closed her eyes and concentrated. Then, with a labored grunt, she unleashed a powerful telekinetic wave throughout the room. Almost instantly, everyone – including the Reavers, the woman from Hydra that had been next to her, and anyone else who had survived – collapsed into unconsciousness.
Emma seemed to put some extra force behind it, ensuring those effected would be out for a good long while. The strain showed and she fell to her knees, still clenching her temples. Mary Jane, still topless and without any shoes, ran to her fellow queen’s aid.
“Whoa! Easy there, Emma,” said Mary Jane, catching her before she collapsed. “I’m guessing you ran into some pretty heavy resistance.”
“It’s nothing I couldn’t handle,” said Emma, shaking off the assistance. “I had to be a little blunt, though. Every mind here just got hit with the psychic equivalent of a sledge-hammer. I also had to throw in a little tweaking to their memories. They’ll either forget you, not recognize you, or think someone killed you…which is surprisingly tricky when they’ve seen your tits.”
“Sorry about that,” said the Red Queen with a half-grin. “You guys did tell me to keep them distracted.”
“Well, that part of the plan worked. The rest…namely the parts we thought would be the least cumbersome…may not work as well.”
“What do you mean?” asked Mary Jane anxiously.
Before Emma could answer, an ominous, yet familiar roar echoed from behind the main stage. One of the secure doors that the Reavers had been guarding extra closely burst open, the locking mechanism torn off by an adamantium claw. From that darkened pathway, a very feral and very naked Logan emerged.
“Logan? You escaped!” said Mary Jane, who shot up to greet him.
“Wait!” Emma said, grabbing her wrist to stop her. “Don’t get any closer. Logan is…not of sound mind, at the moment. And not just because he ran out of clean pants.”
Mary Jane stayed back, quickly picking up on what Emma was referring to. He didn’t carry himself like the same gruff man she knew from his many high bar tabs at the Hellfire Club. He looked more primal, like a hostile predator who thought it was under attack. There was no humanity or personality in his eyes. There was just a very angry, very dangerous man looking for something to fight.
“Errrr!” he growled as he restlessly scanned the room.
As soon as his gaze narrowed on her and Emma, he took an aggressive stands and drew his claws. He then leapt off the stage and began closing in on them, growling and snarling with murderous intent. Mary Jane had encountered her share of hostile men, even when they were naked. However, she’d never encountered anything like this.
“Uh…Logan?” Mary Jane said nervously. “It’s me…Mary Jane…the Red Queen. You’ve seen my tits. You’ve fucked my ass. Remember?”
“He remembers just fine,” Emma groaned. “He just not feeling very nostalgic…among many other things.”
“I’m still confused here,” said the Red Queen, “and a little worried .”
“They did something to him. Jean warned me about it. I didn’t think it was this bad!”
That was not very encouraging. Mary Jane had only a cursory knowledge of Wolverine’s history. She knew he had been the subject of some pretty brutal experience. She also knew he’d been tortured and manipulated into being a meat puppet before. He usually found a way to break free. The only ones who faced his violent wrath were the people who tried to control him. It was a lousy time for him to buck that trend.
Mary Jane, still unequipped and under-dressed for a fight, took a step back with Emma. The White Queen, now back on her feet, stood in front of her and attempted another psychic attack. Despite her drained state, she seemed to put in plenty of force. However, it had no effect.
“Damn it, Logan!” Emma said in frustration. “You’ve got a topless redhead and a blond telepath in front of you. “How is your mind be this fragmented?”
“Maybe you should’ve brought Psylocke along,” commented Mary Jane. “I hear he loves Japanese women too.”
“Now is not the time for hindsight!” said the White Queen. “I can’t get through to him! It’s like someone burned down every meaningful connection in his brain!”
The feral man inched closer, looking ready to pounce any second. Mary Jane kept falling back with Emma, right up until they reached the mini-bar at the back of the room. The Red Queen gulped nervously while Emma kept trying to reach his mind. It didn’t seem to work. Logan kept getting closer, that murderous glint in his eye never fading.
Then, as imposing form grew disturbingly close, they each received a telepathic message from Jean. Like Emma, she cut her timing painfully close.
‘Emma…Mary Jane…PLEASE tell me you’re still in one piece,’ the Black Queen said.
‘Nice to hear from you too, Jean,’ said Mary Jane. ‘We’re fine, but that might change in the next 30 seconds.’
‘That better mean you’re close and you know how to shut down Logan’s murder-mode,’ said Emma.
‘I’m afraid I’m not. I’m still behind and going after the source of this mess, but that’s not why I called.’
‘Then think fast because the clock’s ticking!’ urged Mary Jane.
‘You have more time than you think. What they did to Logan…it’s not the same as Weapon X. They’ve pumped him with some sort of pheromone that put him in a state of pure instinct. His thoughts and memories are there, but muted. To get through to him, you have to confront his instincts.’
‘As in the same instincts he’s about to use to brutally stab us?’ said Emma.
‘That’s one set of instincts…the survival kind. It’s the other instinct you have to appeal to.’
‘The other one?’ the White Queen repeated.
‘You know which one I’m talking about, Emma.’
Mary Jane quickly connected the dots as well. She might not have been an expert on mutants or living weapons, but she knew a thing or two about instincts, namely those that involved the less violent parts of survival. If Logan was now a creature of instinct, it meant they had to resort to similar tactics.
She turned towards Emma Frost, who picked up on the implications as well. They had no chance at matching Logan’s survival instincts. When it came to the other instinct Jean mentioned, she and Emma might actually have the advantage.
“Emma, you might not be in the mood for this, but…” began Mary Jane, only to have her fellow queen silence her with a finger to the lips.
“No time for a show, darling,” she said. “Shut up and kiss me!”
In what might have been the most urgent sex show in history, Emma threw her arms around Mary Jane, pulled her into a tight embraced, and crashed her lips onto hers in a messy, yet erotic kiss. The Red Queen barely had time to react, but having already put on a show earlier, she eagerly went along with it. They didn’t have time to do something elaborate or kinky. They just had to appeal to the simplest, most basic aspects of a man.
The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated. Emma practically shoved her tongue into Mary Jane’s mouth, twirling it with hers while reaching up her skirt to blatantly show Logan her ass. The fact she still had her thong on, having never gotten a chance to take it off, seemed to help. Mary Jane returned the fervor, kissing back and slapping Emma’s butt over her skin-tight white pants. Basic or not, it seemed to have an impact on the instinct-driven Logan.
“Hrrr!” he growled, his aggressive demeanor shifting.
His claws were still drawn. He still had that predatory glint in his eye, but that killer instinct now clashed with another, equally powerful instinct. He kept advancing, though, looking like he could still pounce. Sensing this, Mary Jane stepped up her efforts.
‘You’re overdressed, Emma, ’ she said to her with her thoughts, their lips still occupied. ‘I know you’re not used to hearing that, but we need to do something about it.’
‘Agreed! I don’t think we have room to be subtle here.’
Skipping a couple of steps in their sexy display, Mary Jane reached down to the front of Emma’s pants and undid them. She then quickly pulled them down her thighs, revealing her revealing white panties to the approaching Logan. It wasn’t the sexiest pair of underwear Emma had in her wardrobe by a long shot, but it added to the erotic display, which further heightened the feral man’s instincts.
While Emma skillfully shook her butt, showing it off to Logan while Mary Jane slid her pants down to her ankles, she also undid her cape so she could remove the top part of her uniform. She hadn’t been wearing a bra underneath – which was fairly typical for Emma, calling it a tactical distraction – so as soon as her top was off, her surgically-enhanced breasts were on full display. Mary Jane, already topless herself, took full advantage of that by kissing Emma on the lips again and mashing her breasts against hers.
“Hnn…” said Logan upon seeing such an erotic display, his snarls shifting to intrigue.
Now coordinating their erotic efforts, Mary Jane and Emma kissed more fervently, twirling their tongues and letting out erotic groans to further entice the feral man before them. They wildly pawed one another with Emma reaching up Mary Jane’s skirt, giving her butt a few sensual swats as well. Mary Jane returned the favor by slipping a hand into Emma’s panties and fondling her pussy. All the while, they kept rubbing their breasts together.
It still wasn’t the most sensual display, being clumsy and rushed. Despite that, it seemed to do the trick. Logan finally stopped, now standing less than 10 feet away from where they stood. His claws were still drawn, but his expression began changing. He looked less like an enraged animal and more like one that had just discovered a viable mating opportunity. It also showed in the way his cock began stiffening.
‘It’s working, Emma!’ Mary Jane told her telepathically, noticing Logan’s reaction out of the corner of her eye.
‘Don’t let up, darling,’ Emma warned her. ‘He’s still very…focused.’
‘Guess we’ll have to ditch the panties.’
‘Even our tits have limits, I suppose.’
Their lips never parting, Emma reached behind Mary Jane’s waist and unzipped her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. They then took turns sensually removing each other’s panties. Mary Jane went first, giving Emma room to wiggle her hips to further draw Logan’s gaze. Emma went next, sliding her thong down her thighs. The Red Queen even made it a point to bend over slightly, giving Logan a perfect view of her ass and her pussy.
That must have escalated more instincts because Logan’s stance shifted once more. Instead of a predatory poise, he took a step closer, his gaze narrowing on her and Emma’s feminine features. Sensing that gaze, she and her fellow queen turned around and flashed him a seductive glance. They remained close, still rubbing their tits together and giving him an unobstructed view of their pussies.
His dick continued to stiffen. The look on Logan’s face shifted from one of intrigue to one of arousal. It would’ve been reassuring if his claws weren’t still drawn, hinting that his killer instinct was still clashing with his mating instinct.
‘He’s settling down…relatively speaking. I can sense it,’ said Emma.
‘He still looks…conflicted,’ Mary Jane replied.
‘Not for much longer,’ she said confidently. ‘Think extra sexy thoughts, Mary Jane. Get yourself nice and wet. Logan once said he could smell a horny woman from a mile away. Overwhelm his nose and his dick will do the rest.’
It was as logical a plan as any. A sexy visual display wasn’t going to be enough. To temper Logan’s instincts, they needed to appeal to every one of his senses.
Mary Jane went to work, recalling her favorite gangbangs and her most recent romantic night with Peter. She closed her eyes and continued kissing Emma. She eagerly fondled her naked body, focusing more on stimulating her pussy. The White Queen did the same, slipping a hand between her thighs and plunging her fingers into her folds. She wasn’t coy or gentle either. She went right for her most sensitive areas.
“Ooh Emma!” the Red Queen squealed. “You’re making me…so wet.”
“Just returning the favor, darling,” Emma purred.
Following her example, Mary Jane plunged her fingers deeper into Emma’s pussy. She also used her thumb to stimulate her clit, something she knew the White Queen enjoyed. Together, they channeled their early Hellfire Club days, putting on the kind of sexy display that usually cost wealthy patrons a small mortgage just to witness.
Mary Jane wasn’t usually aroused by other women, but she and Emma knew each other’s bodies very well. They knew how to get each other wet, aroused, and ready for sex. That knowledge proved quite effective. The Red Queen’s pussy soon became fully engorged, which was no easy task, given their predicament. If the feminine juices dripping down Emma’s inner thighs were any indication, she was just as aroused.
That arousal meant nothing, though, if it didn’t have the right impact on Logan. While still fingering Emma’s pussy and making out with her in the most erotic manner possible, Mary Jane kept an eye on Logan. He still looked conflicted, torn between attacking them and fucking them. Only one of those instincts ensured their survival. It still might end up getting messy, but in a way she and Emma could handle.
As their pussies got wetter and the heat from their bodies grew stronger, she noticed Logan sniffing the air. Mary Jane could only hope that she and Emma were sending strong enough scents with their erotic display. If his sense of smell was as strong as he’d claimed, then their message should be abundantly clear.
“Hot…wet…sex,” Logan mumbled incoherently.
“That’s right, Logan,” said Emma, giving her butt a light swat. “We know what you want.”
“Come here and get it,” said Mary Jane, giving her butt a similar slap. “Give us some that animal lust!”
That seemed to send his instincts into overdrive. Logan finally retracted his claws. A telling grin formed on his face, just as his penis became fully erect. Between the scent of two horny women and their seductive words, Logan’s regular lust won out over his bloodlust. That came as a relief. She and Emma wouldn’t have to face Logan in a full berserker rage.
Then, Mary Jane remembered how energetic Logan got when his feral side mixed with his horny side. At that moment, she realized that the mission was far from over.
“Ooh boy, Emma,” said the Red Queen. “What did we just get ourselves into.”
“Still better than the alternative…potentially much better,” said Emma, sounding a bit less daunted.
“Guess that’s going to depend,” she said.
Like an animal in heat, Logan pounced on her and Emma. They barely had any time to brace themselves, but they were already past the point of no return. Logan, in his hyper-instinctive, exceedingly lustful state, was going to fuck her and Emma as only a feral man with a robust healing factor could.
Almost immediately, she and Emma found themselves pinned to the floor just in front of the mini-bar. Mary Jane ended up on her back while Emma was on top of her, their breasts pressed together and their pussies perfectly aligned. Logan was already hovering over them, his lustful gaze narrowed on their moist folds. He was practically drooling, like a hungry animal about to gorge on its favorite meal.
“Fuck,” he growled, his dick throbbing in anticipation.
With the same agility he usually reserved for a blood-soaked battle, he maneuvered into position, getting behind her and Emma so that his dick was aligned with their pussies. He skipped the foreplay and teasing, grabbing Emma by the waist and thrusting his hips forward. Mary Jane couldn’t even tell who he was trying to fuck, but is cock ended up inside Emma’s pussy. As soon as his flesh entered hers, he began rocking their naked bodies with his primal lust.
“Oohhh! Fuck indeed!” Emma moaned.
“Mmm tight…wet,” seethed Logan as he fucked her.
He quickly built up a fervent rhythm, working his hips hard and fast. His dick pumped rapidly inside Emma’s depths, his pelvis slapping against her ass. With each thrust, the White Queen’s body jerked forward. In the process, the outer folds of her pussy rubbed up against Mary Jane’s swollen clit, allowing her to share in the sensations as well.
It kept her wet. It also gave her a view of Emma’s face as she reacted to the rough fucking. She probably hadn’t been planning to have rough sex today, but she adapted quickly. Emma had always been good at getting in the mood on the spot. It was part of what made her a great stripper back in the day. However, even she seemed to struggle keeping up with a very feral and very horny Logan.
“Oh…oohhh fuck!” gasped Emma. “So…so hard! So…so fast!”
“Hang in there, Emma,” encouraged Mary Jane. “He’s all instinct. That means we need to use ours too.”
In an effort to make the process easier, the Red Queen pressed her tits up against Emma’s a little harder so that their nipples stimulated one another. She also held onto the White Queen’s shoulders and kissed down her neck, something she knew Emma loved having done to her during sex. Scott once claimed it was her greatest weakness. While Emma denied that vehemently, the results said otherwise.
Emma’s gasps and moans escalated as Logan kept fucking her hard, grunting and growling as he hammered his cock into her pussy. He didn’t make much effort to drag it out or make it intimate. He had the look of a man with just one goal in mind. He was going to fuck until he climaxed, plain and simple.
“That’s it, Logan. Let it out! We know you want it!” Mary Jane told him.
She had no idea whether he heard her. It didn’t seem to change the pace of his sex, but the result was the same. After fucking Emma’s pussy hard and fast, he achieved the release he instinctively sought, letting out a primal howl that echoed throughout the room.
“Errrrrahhhhhh!” Logan cried out.
“Ohhh he’s coming! I…I feel it,” Emma moaned.
He finally ceased his hard thrusting for a moment, but not before driving his member as deep into Emma’s pussy as he could. Mary Jane watched as Logan threw his head back, squeezed Emma’s waist, and shuddered under the release of pleasure. It must have been intense because she felt some of the cum drip out from Emma’s pussy onto hers.
It finally gave Emma a reprieve, allowing her to catch her breath and take in the feeling. She even offered Mary Jane a grateful smile. Her efforts had not gone unnoticed.
“Thanks, darling. You…sustained the mood,” she said.
“Any time,” Mary Jane said, smiling back.
“Not a wise choice of words,” Emma teased, “because that time is already here.”
The Red Queen quickly surmised what she meant. After what seemed too short a span for a man to fully enjoy his orgasm, Logan withdrew his cock from Emma’s pussy. Still dripping with a mix of his cum and her juices, it was still rock hard. Even though Logan’s healing factor was famously robust, even he usually had to catch his breath after blowing his load once. That didn’t happen this time. He still looked hungry for sex.
“More!” Logan growled.
“Ooh boy,” said Mary Jane, bracing herself for the next round.
She got in only a few quick breaths before Logan guided his still-erect dick towards her pussy and thrust his hips forward again, driving it into her depths. Between the lingering sexual fluids and her own arousal, it entered her folds smoothly. Like with Emma, though, Logan did not waste time building to a heated rhythm. As soon as his cock was inside her folds, he began fucking her with the same vigor he did with Emma.
“Oh fuck! Ohhh fuck!” the Red Queen exclaimed.
“Easy darling,” said Emma, offering the same intimate gestures to supplement the feeling. “He likes it rough. Good thing we’re pros. We’re better than most at taking it.”
If that was meant to be encouraging, it only worked to a point. Mary Jane had plenty of experience with rough sex, even before she worked as a prostitute. There was a time for slow, passionate lovemaking and there was a time for a good, hard fuck. Both could be plenty satisfying, but she’d never encountered a man as instinctive and driving as Logan.
Her body and her world shook with every thrust, his dick rapidly slithering within the tight folds of her pussy. Mary Jane clung to Emma, holding onto her shoulders and holding her legs apart, bending her knees back extra far so that the penetration remained smooth and thorough. It wasn’t as strenuous as it could’ve been, had she not gotten herself aroused. It still required the Red Queen to close her eyes and take a lustful pounding from this feral man.
As she took in the feeling of such hard fucking, the blend of pleasure and pain shifting with every second, Emma Frost followed the same example she’d done earlier. She kept rubbing her tits against hers while also skillfully grinding her pelvis against hers so that her clit rubbed up against her folds. That extra bit of stimulation tilted the balance in favor of pleasure.
“Ohhh yeah!” Mary Jane moaned. “Fuck me, Logan! Fuck me hard!”
“Errrr yes!” the feral mutant seethed.
She felt him grab onto her thighs, her knees bending over his hands as he pushed her legs apart even wider. Logan’s fervent thrusting became more desperate, as though his actions were more a product of need than desire. His expression remained awash with lust and pleasure, but Mary Jane also noticed a growing conflict as well.
“It’s working, darling. I can sense it,” Emma told her. “Whatever they did to him, his instincts are in overdrive. I cannot reach his mind. The only way to get through the effects is to exhaust those instincts.”
Mary Jane barely heard that, but she understood the implications. At the very least, it established a clear plan. It wasn’t a very elaborate plan. They would just fuck Logan until his instincts were spent and his mind was vulnerable. The Red Queen had no idea how much sex that would require, but it was sure to test her and Emma’s decadent abilities.
Logan set the bar pretty high too because Mary Jane sensed him nearing another climax. He thrusts became shorter, faster, and more focused. His grip on her thighs tightened and his cock throbbed harder within her inner folds. His ability to come so soon after his first orgasm was a testament to his healing factor and his instincts. Mary Jane might have been impressed if she weren’t so short of breath.
“Errr…close!” the feral mutant barked.
The Red Queen shifted her legs and prepared to take another load into her pussy. Then, in an unexpected shift, Logan pulled out from her pussy, grabbed her and Emma by their necks, and pulled them up so that they were in an upright position with his dick pointed right at their faces. They barely had time to prepare, Logan grabbed the base of his member and aimed it at them just in time for his release.
“Errraahhhhhh!” he roared again as he achieved orgasm.
As his euphoric howls filled the ballroom, a thick stream of seminal fluid shot out from his dick and splattered onto Mary Jane’s face. Some of it got on Emma too, but most of it hit her, landing right around her eyes, nose, and cheek. She managed to open her mouth and get some of it, but it still got pretty messy.
“That’s…a hell of an instinct,” Mary Jane said breathlessly.
“Let’s face it. A face covered in cum is better than a gut full of adamantium,” Emma pointed out.
“Can’t argue with that,” said the Red Queen with a bemused grin.
As Logan stroked his cock, expending every last drop of seminal fluid, Emma helped Mary Jane wipe the cum from her eyes and face. She even licked some of it up while casting Logan a seductive glance, maintaining both the mood and his lustful instincts. Just as before, though, his healing factor and the intensity of those instincts gave her and Emma little time to recover.
“Suck!” Logan said with a deep growl.
He didn’t wait for them to accept. He just shoved his still-hardened cock between their faces. Their vast sexual experience, both as prostitutes and as queens, took over. Mary Jane instinctively opened her mouth and licked along the still-dripping shaft. Emma ended up taking half of his cock into her mouth and began sucking it. Logan’s hyperactive instincts took it from there.
Letting out more hungry grunts, he grabbed her and Emma by the neck again, holding their faces close to his cock. He then began face-fucking them, alternating between her and Emma. He wasn’t as rough as he’d been when fucking their pussies, indicating that they had put a dent in his desires. They still had a long way to go, though. Despite dripping with cum and juices from both their pussies, the feral mutant craved more.
“Yeah…suck!” Logan grunted.
“Mmf! He’s still…so hard,” said Mary Jane after deep-throating him.
“Healing…and instinct,” said Emma after sucking him extra hard. “It’s a potent combination.”
That was an understatement, one that underscored how much they had to push their oral sex skills. Each time Logan shoved his cock into her mouth, he worked it extra fast, testing her gag reflex and forcing her to suck extra hard. Each time he pulled out to face-fuck Emma, she gasped to catch her breath. It rarely seemed like enough before he started face-fucking her again.
Her efforts, along with Emma’s, kept feeding Logan’s instinctive lusts. It also seemed to push him as well. Mary Jane noticed a heavy sweat forming on his body, one that wasn’t just the byproduct of rough sex. She could see his face contorting and shifting more, as though there was an inner struggle going on in addition to the instinct. Logan was fighting something, but it wasn’t them.
As that inner conflict escalated, he eventually pulled his dick back from her and Emma’s face. Then, with his hands still on their necks, he pushed them back down to the floor so that they were on their hands and knees. Mary Jane exchanged glances with her fellow queen, still short of breath, but fully aware of what came next.
“Is he…wearing down yet?” Mary Jane asked. “Even my pussy has limits.”
“He’s…getting there,” said Emma. “We just need to hold out…a little longer.”
“How much longer?” she asked.
“I…don’t know.”
That wasn’t very encouraging. For all she knew, Logan would fuck them for hours before he wore himself out. He was the same guy who once fucked six Hellfire Club strippers the span of an hour and after two bottles of whiskey, no less. There was no telling how much more hard fucking they would have to give him to burn out whatever had been done to him.
Mary Jane could tell Emma was still hard at work with her telepathy, trying to reach Logan’s mind. He made it even more challenging by grabbing her by positioning himself behind her, grabbing her by the hips with one hand, and thrusting his rigid cock into her ass in a single thrust.
“Oohhh fuck! My…my ass!” Emma gasped.
“So…tight!” Logan growled.
The White Queen winced at the sudden penetration. While Emma had more experience with anal sex than most, it was still strenuous, getting fucked in the ass. Once his cock was in her tight depths, he began working his hips again, fucking her with the same rapid, face-paced fervor as before.
“Emma, are you…” began Mary Jane, concerned for her fellow queen.
“It’s…okay!” she grunted, her face contorting to the strain. “This…might help! It might…speed things up! Oohhh fuck!”
Mary Jane couldn’t tell if Emma had just hurt herself or had an orgasm. She sounded serious, though. Looking back towards Logan, she saw the desperation in his face grow. That might have indicated that he knew what he was doing…that he was actively fighting the effect of what had been done to him. It was encouraging, but still plenty strenuous.
Whatever Logan’s plan, Mary Jane remained part of it. As he fucked Emma’s ass, he used his other hand to reach between Mary Jane’s thighs and finger her pussy. He also used his thumb to finger her ass, most likely to prepare her for her own round of anal. The Red Queen already began bracing herself. She loved anal as much as the next self-professed whore, but she knew her limits and they were sure to be tested.
That test came sooner than she thought because after plenty of hard humping, Logan looked ready to climax again. Between the oral sex he got from both of them and the tightness of Emma’s ass, he was back to the brink once more and still showed a hunger for more sex.
“Close! So…close!” Logan exclaimed.
When the climax struck again, the feral mutant threw his head back and let out another orgasmic howl. Emma moaned as well, her nails raking on the hard floor as his cock throbbed inside her ass, releasing yet another load. Mary Jane couldn’t imagine he had much left after his previous peaks, but those instincts and that healing factor of his were changing her understanding of the male libido.
She cast Emma a reassuring glance as Logan withdrew his cock and guided it towards hers, which he’d gotten more ready thanks to his fingering. Emma remained on her hands and knees, gasping for breath and struggling to regain focus. Mary Jane grasped her hand, letting her know that she’d have some time and she’d better make good use of it.
“Guess it’s my turn now,” said Mary Jane, already breathing deep.
“Yeah…good luck,” said Emma.
Still holding onto her fellow queen’s hand, Mary Jane parted her thighs and elevated her hips, giving Logan better access to her ass. He took full advantage of it, grabbing her by the waist and driving his cock into her depths.
“Oohhh! Lucky…me!” Mary Jane moaned.
The sharp, stinging penetration into her ass wasn’t too bad. Unlike Emma, she’d had time to prepare. That allowed her to relax her body, taking in the full length of Logan’s cock and giving him the room he needed to fuck her. The pain/pleasure balance continued shifting with each thrust, sending erratic sensations coursing through her body.
Mary Jane endured it, though, gasping heavily and arching her body each time Logan pumped his cock into her ass. Still looking over at Emma, she could tell she was hard at work. Despite being disheveled and sweaty, she hadn’t lost sight of the mission.
“Hang in there, darling,” Emma told her. “It’s working. Just take it for a little while longer…just long enough for me to knock him out.”
“Do…what you gotta do…Emma,” Mary Jane panted. “Just…do it soon!”
Logan’s lustful howls kept echoing through the ballroom. They were getting more erratic and strained, which led to more feral fucking. Mary Jane continued taking it, her body and her fondness of anal sex making it easier. However, she could already feel some fatigue setting in. She kept pushing herself, though, as only the Red Queen and Spider-Man’s lover could.
‘Sexually exhaust a horny man-beast with a healing factor and a fondness for redheads? It almost sounds easy…if not fun. I’m still going to need to use that training Peter gave me…just not in the way I’d thought.’
Pierce Robotics Research Lab – Underground Parking Garage
When it came to well-laid, tightly-controlled plans, the ultimate obstacle rarely had much to do with rebellious pawns or unforeseen complications. More often than not, it was the lack of patience and discipline on the part of the planner that often derailed the plan. Romulus, given his age and experience, liked to believe he had plenty of both. However, the results of his latest plan had seriously tested those tenants.
‘All that time, effort, and subversion…undone by idealistic peons. I go through the trouble of taking the Reavers from Donald Pierce, containing Wolverine, and manipulating the whims the aid of his bastard son…only to see it fall apart due to some unforeseen cunning. It is a major setback, but hardly a defeat. It only means that I’ll have to adapt and strengthen my plans moving forward.’
Romulus was already plotting multiple recourses in his mind, all of which involved making Logan and his friends suffer even more. He looked forward to making them regret standing in his way. It would make the end results that much more satisfying.
For the moment, however, he focused on escaping. Much of the Reavers were already fleeing, using the various emergency exits and secret passages that Pierce had installed throughout the building. Romulus expected plenty to escape, but assumed more than a few would fall in taking out his would-be buyers. Some might even get chased down or go into hiding. That didn’t bother him. He had a more robust contingency in place.
“Never escape down a path that others can follow,” Romulus said to himself as he stepped out of a maintenance elevator in the parking garage, “an under-appreciated rule of good planning.”
He had long since left the chaos behind, slipping away into a series of secure corridors in the main research lab that most thought had been sealed off. One of those corridors, which had been blocked by a fake cinderblock wall, led to a special elevator once used by maintenance crews. After activating it through a biometrics scanner, he rode it down to the lower-most level of the parking garage.
From there, he sprinted towards another fake wall on the west end of the garage. It led directly to an old utility hatch that fed directly into the Osaka sewer system. From there, he could be on the other side of the city before sunrise. If Hydra, AIM, SHIELD, or anyone else wanted to come after him, they would be out of luck.
Romulus had created such a contingency with the hope he’d never have to use it. As he rounded a corner and ran towards the west end, he still fumed over how someone had hacked his network. It was one thing to just interrupt the auction. It was quite another to turn so many dangerous organizations against them.
‘I suppose the first step in my new plan should involve securing my financial systems. How anyone could’ve hacked my accounts – let alone hack others into stealing money from the likes of Hydra and the Hand – should not have been possible! That requires resources, access, and subversion on a level beyond even the X-men and the Avengers. There must be other forces at work…powerful forces that I must account for. Whoever they are, I’ll see to it they regret interfering with my plans!’
There was plenty of planning to do and Romulus intended to begin the second he escaped. After rounding the last corner, slicing through a locked gate in the process, the west end of the parking garage came into view. Unfortunately, he was met with an unexpected sight that stopped him cold in his tracks.
“You!” Romulus exclaimed.
“You’re finally here,” said a smug Jean Grey-Summers as she casually leaned against the wall, “took you long enough.”
“This is…impossible. How could you possible know about…”
“What? You’re super-secret escape plan? I’m a powerful psychic on a team full of other powerful psychics that routinely deal with include ninjas, soldiers, killer robots, and aliens. Use your imagination.”
Romulus wanted to cut her throat, just to silence that humored tone of hers. He’d anticipated Jean’s presence the moment he abducted Wolverine. His plan carefully accounted for her and her friends. She should’ve been neutralized, subdued, or dead already.
Instead, she just stood there before him, right in front of the fake wall that he needed to escape. She looked bemused, but disheveled. She’d clear encountered some of his contingencies. He could smell it on her. She also wasn’t wearing an X-men uniform. Instead, she wore an oversized lab coat and a men’s T-shirt, which she likely picked up from a fleeing technician. How she’d managed to escape his trap had many distressing implications, but Romulus chose to address such matters after making her pay.
With an angry snarl and a frustrated growl, the powerful figure drew his claws and narrowed his gaze on the redheaded woman. He was going to make her regret disrupting his plans.
“You’re making a grave mistake, Mrs. Grey-Summers,” Romulus warned. “The more you get in my way, the more you and your friends will suffer!”
“That would sound so much more menacing if I didn’t hear it at least once a week,” Jean replied, not the least bit intimidated. “Honestly, what did you think was going to happen when you abducted Logan?”
“The same thing that happens to all those who defy their fate. Logan is a pawn. He was a pawn long before he met you, the X-men or any of the misguided souls calling themselves heroes. You helping him just makes you another pawn…one that ensures you’ll share his fate.”
“Is that what you told Daken too? Was it before or after you lied to him about how his mother died? Because based on what I gathered from his memories, you’re pretty clumsy with your pawns.”
Romulus snarled angrily at the redheaded woman. That was another complication that he’d thought he planned for. The effects of the synthetic pheromones should’ve made it impossible to read Daken’s mind. It also should’ve been impossible for Jean to subdue him, especially given the trap he’d set for her.
Something had clearly gone wrong. A lot had gone wrong and it strained even Romulus’ capacity for patience.
“You’re lucky he’s friends with Captain America,” Jean continued. “I’m sure he and Winter Soldier will have a lot to talk about later on, especially after they read some of those encrypted files from your network.”
“Don’t insult me,” scoffed Romulus. “Those files have already self-destructed.”
“Have they?” taunted Jean. “I admit it would’ve been hard to preserve them if I only had the resources of the X-men and the Avengers on hand. Unfortunately for you, I’ve been working with some new resources lately…the kind that can preserve little details like your secure accounts, your connections with Weapon X, and a fairly extensive history with the Yashida Clan.”
Romulus clenched his fists, his frustration turning into utter vitriol. His first instinct was to claim she was bluffing. There was no way that even the X-men could subvert his plans to that extent. However, everything he’d witnessed thus far led him to believe otherwise.
For the first time in many years, Romulus felt vulnerable. He felt as though more than just his plans were collapsing around him. He might very well end up losing more than just the resources he’d hoped to gain from auctioning off Wolverine. Whatever the X-men had done and however they’d done it…his vast ability to plan could not stop them. That once unthinking notion sent him over the edge.
“You lie!” Romulus barked, pointing his claws right at her. “You’re but a pawn! You’re all pawns! I’ll show you while I tear the flesh from your bones!”
With an angry howl of bloodlust that echoed throughout the garage, Romulus charged towards Jean Grey-Summers at full speed. For reasons he didn’t bother contemplating, she didn’t move from her position. She didn’t even flinch, looking so calm that the grin on her face only infuriated him even more.
He looked forward to maiming her where she stood and drowning Logan in her entrails. Then, with her vulnerable flesh just a few feet from his claws, Jean turned away from him and called out.
“Now!” she shouted.
Romulus was so enraged that he barely heard it. That same blind rage kept him from noticing that a figure had been hiding in between the support beams in the ceiling just overhead. When that figure dropped down and landed behind him, even his superhuman reflexes couldn’t prevent it from sticking him with a long, hypodermic needle in the neck.
“You made this too easy for us, Romulus,” said Mystique, a woman he never expected to associate with the X-men.
“Easy, but especially satisfying,” added Jean.
“Which is not something I usually associate with Logan’s affairs.”
“Speak for yourself,” the redhead laughed.
As soon as Romulus felt the needle break his skin, a powerful dread overshadowed his rage. It was one thing to plan for the X-men interfering with his plans, but the X-men and one of their most hated enemies…that defied everything he thought he’d accounted for.
Within seconds, he felt the effects of whatever Mystique had injected him with. Romulus already had a sinking feeling on what that entailed. With his claws just inches away from Jean’s face, he felt every muscle in his body tense to the point of cramping. It was so intense that he froze mid-strike, every muscle in vein in his body bulging with agony. The connection between his brain and body had been effectively severed, rendering his ability to escape and attack pointless.
“Hope you don’t mind. I borrowed some of that extra-pure pheromone you had lying around,” Mystique said, “you know, the same kind you used on Logan. And just to be on the safe side, I gave you ten times the dose you gave him.”
“I’m pretty sure he minds a lot, Mystique,” Jean joked.
“Is that supposed to bother me?”
“For what he used it for? Not in the slightest.”
Romulus tried to let out another angry roar. His brain urged his body to do something, but it didn’t respond. All he could do was grit his teeth and fight his cramping muscles. All his rage and effort proved ineffective, though.
That smug, satisfied smile on Jean’s face widened. After what he’d unleashed on her with Dakan, Romulus didn’t expect much mercy. He still fumed at her as she casually walked around so that he stood right next to him, her lips just a few inches from his right ear.
“What you did to Logan…to me…to everyone…it stops now,” Jean said in a tone too menacing to come from an X-man. “Your plans, accounted for heroes and enemies of all kinds, but they didn’t count for us.”
That left Romulus somewhat confused, as well as enraged. Jean Grey was part of the X-men, a well-known superhero team with a well-established connection to Logan. Mystique, who stood next to him as well, looking very bit as smug, should’ve been their enemy. Something had clearly happened behind the scenes for which he hadn’t accounted.
“Don’t bother trying to figure it out. You’ll never know who we actually are,” she continued. “The X-men might have let you escape. They might have even handed you over to SHIELD, just so you could end up in a cell that you’d eventually escape from. Guess what? We’re not doing that anymore. We’ve become more…creative.”
“Say that a little louder, Jean. You’re getting me excited,” teased Mystique.
“It’s not enough to just thwart the plans of men like you, Romulus,” Jean went on. “I’ve sense learned it’s more productive to simply turn those plans against you and make them our own. From here on out, your agenda will further ours…and you won’t be able to do anything other than watch.”
At that moment, despite the frothing anger and hatred he still felt, Romulus realized something that shook him to his core. He hadn’t just been defeated by Jean Grey and her allies. He’d been manipulated himself, turned into a pawn no different from the ones he so skillfully exploited. He couldn’t think of a worse fate.
“Checkmate,” Jean said with one final grin.
Then, as the defeat began to set in, Jean hit him with the lightest tap on the side of his head. It wasn’t much, but still enough to send him falling to the hard pavement with a thud.
“Hnn…damn you,” were the only words he could get out.
“Speak for yourself,” said Mystique.
Now on his side, his plans in ruin and with no hope of escape, Romulus laid defeated and broken. Looking up as Jean Grey-Summers and Mystique stood over him, he didn’t necessarily dread his ultimate fate. He dreaded just how much he’d aided these women in their own plan.
“Just so you know, I’m not dragging him off to SHIELD,” said Mystique with folded arms. “This is the end of the favor you requested. As of this moment, you officially owe me.”
“I understand how favors work, Mystique,” said Jean, rolling her eyes. “You’ve done your part. I’ve already called in a containment team from SHIELD. Maria Hill has Dr. Simmons on standby. They’ve already got a cozy new cell ready for Romulus here…not to mention an unlimited supply of the synthetic pheromones he’s been developing. He’ll be calm, cooperative, and comfortable the entire time…and still hate every minute of it, somehow.”
“That’s way more than he deserves,” said Mystique.
“That’s kind of the point,” said Jean, now kneeling down next to him. “If there’s one thing since I’ve embraced my kinkier side, it’s that the best punishment you can inflict is the one you make someone really want.”
Romulus had no idea what that entailed, but he did not care for the implications. It sounded like the musings of a woman who had a very different side to her than most knew. It wasn’t just a side willing to work with disreputable foes like Mystique. Jean Grey-Summers had become a woman of true cunning, one who knew how to do more than just thwart an enemy’s plans. While he did not fear pain or torment, the idea that he would want to remain someone’s pawn truly terrified him.
“I look forward to seeing that,” said Mystique, “but you and your husband still owe me a spot in your next three-way.”
“Consider it done,” said Jean.
“And maybe a role in your next BDSM party.”
“Don’t push it.”
Pierce Robotics – Ballroom
“More…need…more…fuck!” groaned in increasingly desperate, increasingly fatigued Logan.
“We heard you…the first twenty times,” groaned Mary Jane, feeling plenty of fatigue as well.
“Just a little bit longer, Mary Jane,” said a very disheveled Emma Frost. “I’ve almost got him!”
“You said that…seven cumshots ago.”
“I mean it, this time. He’s wearing down!”
Mary Jane hoped Emma was telling the truth. She didn’t know how much longer they could keep enduring Logan’s ravenous lusts. He’d been fucking her and Emma every which way and then some. Even for someone who’d taken part in orgies and gangbangs, this was pushing it.
He’d already fucked every one of her holes at least twice. Mary Jane’s pussy, ass, and face were dripping with streaks of cum from multiple loads of seminal fluid. Logan had taken her multiple times. For one round, he pinned her on her back and humped her vigorously, fucking her pussy while holding her legs apart. The next, he turned her onto all fours where he alternated between her pussy and ass. Thanks to his healing factor and super-charged instincts, it didn’t take long for him to come. It was like his dick was on rapid-fire.
Emma endured a similar succession of ravaging, getting fucked on her back and on all fours multiple times. He seemed to be even rougher with her, more eagerly fondling her breasts and even nibbling on her tits. By alternating between the two of them, it helped them keep up. While one got fucked hard, the other took a breath. Mary Jane even kept fondling her throbbing pussy, keeping it wet and ready.
Sometimes, they tried to coordinate their efforts. They’d get on top of each other, forcing Logan to alternate more quickly between their pussies when he fucked them. At one point, they even mashed their breasts together and tit-fucked him, if only to give their lower bodies a rest. Somehow, he kept shooting off load after load.
Through the ravenous sex, Mary Jane managed to achieve a few orgasms along the way. Once again, her skills as a former prostitute proved useful. Emma also seemed to manage a few. It helped maintain the mood and kept things going. The goal was still to wear Logan out, making his mind vulnerable to Emma’s telepathy. It just ended up being more exhausting than she’d thought.
‘I haven’t taken this many loads since my last gangbang. A less horny woman would’ve given up by now. Once again, being a sex-crazed former prostitute with a superhero fetish pays off. It just better pay off sooner because even my pussy can only take so much.’
Once again, Logan had her on all-fours, holding onto a nearby bar stool while he fucked her from behind. The pace of his fucking wasn’t as vigorous as before. His thrusts were less forceful. His grunts weren’t as vocal. He even seemed to struggle supporting himself, having to lean over her and prop himself up with his arms as he pumped his cock into her pussy.
“More…more…a little…more,” Logan grunted, his voice not as loud or feral as earlier.
“I…can take it. At least…I hope,” moaned Mary Jane, gasped with each thrust.
His throbbing, dripping wet cock kept slithering inside her pussy, which had been thoroughly drenched by a mix of semen and feminine juices. Sweat covered her body, but much of it came from Logan, who seemed to finally be reaching the limits of his healing factor.
That didn’t keep him from nearing another climax. Mary Jane sensed it in the way his dick tensed and his arms shuddered. She held onto the bar stool a little harder, really tensing her inner muscles each time he plunged his length into her. It was meant to speed up the process. It seemed to do the trick.
“Errr fuck!” Logan howled.
“I…I think I’m breaking through!” said Emma.
Mary Jane hoped that wasn’t another false alarm. She closed her eyes and moaned upon feeling yet another load of cum shoot into her pussy. She heard Logan’s blissful grunts, which were so labored it was almost muted. She also felt more sweat from his brow dripping onto her back. Even with a healing factor, he couldn’t possibly have much more left in him. She wasn’t sure how many more rounds she could go.
Finally, just as Logan withdrew his dick from her depths, Mary Jane heard what she’d been waiting for.
“I’ve done it!” Emma proclaimed. “I’ve broken through his mental barriers.”
“Good,” said Mary Jane breathlessly, “now please…let’s end this and skip the afterglow.”
“Gladly!”
With both hands now on her temples, the very naked and disheveled Emma Frost unleashed one last psychic attack. The effect was almost immediate. Logan, barely holding himself upright, let out a low moan as he collapsed onto the floor in a sweaty hip.
“Hnn…finally,” he moaned before passing out.
“Speak for yourself,” said Mary Jane.
His dick was still semi-hard. His mouth hung partially open as the feral man lay on his side, looking more drained than satisfied. Mary Jane understood that Logan hadn’t been entirely in control of his actions. She certainly didn’t plan on holding it against him. However, that didn’t make the lingering soreness in her ass, pussy, and jaw any less jarring.
“Ugh!” the Red Queen groaned. “I’m going to need more than a few showers after this.”
“I’ll need that, three spa days, and a several massages as well,” said Emma, now leaning back on her arms for support. “Those instincts of his were stubborn. His whole mind was in overdrive. Just finding his thoughts was frustrating.”
“Is he going to be okay?” Mary Jane asked. “And yes, I realize asking that after taking it up the ass multiple times may skew the sentiment.”
“He’ll be fine,” said Emma. “He’ll be out for a quite a while. Those pheromones still have to pass through his system and he’ll have a considerable migraine as his mind heals itself.”
“I guess we still got off easy…figuratively speaking.”
“I’m not sure any of my holes were up for more,” said Emma, “so maybe it’s not that figurative.”
If Mary Jane weren’t so exhausted and sore, she would’ve laughed. She and her fellow queen still managed a smile. It might have gotten messier and kinkier than expected, but they still succeeded. They rescued Logan, stopped the auction, and even injected a little discord into a few evil organizations. If the only price they paid involved some extra rough sex, then that was a bargain by Hellfire Club standards.
The mission was officially over. Their plan had succeeded, despite a few complications, to say the least. Logan was safe. The Hellfire Club had gained a new edge. The fact it required more cunning, decadence, and nudity was just a minor detail. Mary Jane expected to laugh about it with Peter as soon as he got back from his mission with the Avengers. Hopefully, by then, she’ll have recovered enough for some gentler, more passionate lovemaking.
As Mary Jane entertained those thoughts, the main door to the ballroom burst open. Still tired and sore, she and Emma could only partially return to their feet. Much to their relief, though, it was just Jean. However, the fact that she was wearing someone else’s clothes hinted that she’d encountered some complications of her own.
“Logan!” she said upon seeing his unconscious form. “He’s…”
“He’ll be fine,” said Emma, rolling her eyes. “We’re okay too, thanks for asking. It’s not like we both just got fucked in every hole by a berserker-horny Wolverine, after all.”
“I was concerned about you too,” assured Jean, shaking her head in bemusement, “but I had faith you too could handle it.”
“We’re queens of the Hellfire Club. Of course we could handle it,” said Mary Jane, hoping to lighten the mood. “Next time, though…don’t do this to us on a spa day.”
Jean responded with a humored, but reassuring smile. She’d asked a lot of them on a day that was supposed to be relaxing. While Mary Jane didn’t mind helping the X-men or her fellow queens on personal matters, there had to be some protocol in place. It was the only way they could get things done and further their goals, including the personal ones.
As their strength returned to them, Mary Jane rose to her feet with Emma. They then retrieved their clothes and began getting dressed, leaving Jean to handle Logan and the rest of the unconscious bodies around them.
“I don’t about you two, but I’m officially done for today,” said Emma, “I’m so done that I’m not even curious as to why you’re wearing someone else’s clothes, Jean.”
“Tell you what, Emma,” Jean said as she tended to Logan, “I’ll take care of the clean-up with SHIELD and Yukio’s people. You two get dressed, check into the nearest bath house, and catch up with me at the airport tomorrow.”
“Glad you’re not making us fight for it,” said Mary Jane as she put her underwear back on, “although at some point, I would like to know what the hell happened. I’m assuming there’s more you need to tell us, but would rather wait until we’ve had a good shower…or several.”
Jean’s demeanor shifted, her gaze becoming more serious as she helped the unconscious Logan. Something differently happened between the time she separated from Emma and the time she arrived. Mary Jane sensed it had implications beyond the mission, but like Emma, she was in no condition to process more complications. Instead, she trusted Jean to handle them on her own.
“It’s true. There are a few details I need to share,” she conceded. “I promise I’ll share them with you at some point…after I resolve a few loose ends, that is.”
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