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The Thing That Came On X-mas Eve	By : Ksennin Category: X-men Comics > General Views: 7642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Ah, Xavier trained you well," the blonde woman said, in the gloomy basement, her voice full of frigid amusement. "Breaking your resistance may be more interesting."
Storm’s arms and legs were spread wide apart, bound at wrists and ankles on a complex mechanical frame slanted forty-five degrees off the floor, while built-in devices blocked active manifestation of her mutant powers. Elsewhere in the complex, other X-Men were also held prisoner, after their defeat at the hands, or mind, of the woman before her.
Emma Frost, White Queen of the Hellfire Club’s Inner Circle, leaned over Storm. Her thin lips, coated in blood-red gloss, approached the fleshy, wide mouth of the bound X-man, before opening to whisper: "I dearly love the ones who fight."
The White Queen had a cold, detached beauty, despite the blatant excess of her attire. The tightly laced corset reduced her waist dramatically and emphasized the suspect fullness of her bosom, the snug white leather lifting and pressing together the round, hard globes. The silk white thong barely covered her pubis, and the stiletto-heeled, thigh-high white boots made her slender legs appear longer and more graceful, while the long cape of thick white fur completed her image of lush fetishistic decadence. Yet the expression in her carefully made-up features was one of apparent boredom. Only her icy blue eyes betrayed the hungers inside as her lips met Storm's.
Storm tried to fight the kiss, but it was just the physical part of the White Queen's assault. While their lips clashed, mighty psi-probes struck at her mind, demanding the unlocking of all the X-Men's secrets. A lesser mind would have surrendered instantly, but despite the White Queen's skill and the pain that resistance produced, Storm endured.
Minutes later, the White Queen relented, withdrawing her probes, a new look of respect in her narrow eyes. She remained laying partially over Storm, her body pressed tightly to hers, the milky paleness of one contrasting with the rich cocoa skin of the other.
"You are a strong one, dear." Frost licked at her now moist lips. "So very proud and determined. I doubt even Xavier could break that stubborn defense without destroying your mind in the process."
"Do your worst, witch," Storm muttered weakly, still reeling from the ordeal.
"It would be a pity to leave such a beautiful young thing as a mindless vegetable," the White Queen said, playing with a lock of Storm's unbound hair, admiring its pure silver sheen. "Some of my associates may have no objection to that, but I do hate needless brutality; especially if there are more... interesting alternatives."
Storm blinked hard. What was the harpy doing now?
"Ah, so that prude Xavier neglected certain areas in his training," Frost said, eyes closed as she smiled broadly. "Let's see what you are truly made of, darling."
Storm gasped in surprise as an electrical shock ran from her neck to toes, followed by strange waves of warmth that flooded her senses with fully unexpected sensations. Instead of pain, the White Queen was now using pleasure as her tool. Frost was not actually touching Storm intimately, yet her body was reacting as if being stimulated by countless simultaneous caresses, some which had no physical equivalent, but which created an undeniable need for more.
"No! Stop that!" Storm complained nervously.
"Why? You seem to like it," Frost replied with an expression of mock innocence, while casually moving a gloved finger to play with the now very obviously erect nipples poking through the fabric of Storm's tight black top. "And it just keeps getting better."
Storm breathed deeply as the ethereal stimuli grew in power and insistence. The White Queen just sought to weaken her resolve, to unnerve her to allow access at the locked memories in her head, something she could not allow. Whatever she felt was just illusory, lies forced upon her. But to her chagrin, it continued to affect her, and her physical arousement rose slowly but inexorably, until she was literally squirming with tense excitement, rocked by fleeting, unfulfilling pleasures that promised so much more but stopped short of delivering.
"I could make you come instantly, you know," Frost said. "But isn't the trip better than the destination?"
Storm ignored the cruel teasing. Despite the rising frustration, she was actually glad that Frost denied her release. Not only did she know that surrendering to desire would imply surrendering her mind, she also refused to openly orgasm from the ministrations of such an enemy. She would not give the White Queen that satisfaction.
Frost increased the psychic stimulation of her captive's pleasure centers, stopping just short of dangerously overloading the nervous system. She had planned to plunder the girl's mind the instant of finally allowing her climatic release, but somehow, Storm was stubbornly refusing to reach such a point, even if her nerves were made to burn with the forced pleasure.
Appreciating the challenge, the White Queen made her manipulations more complex and insidious. Mental deep-reading was more art than science, and even her power could be tasked by the peculiar complexities of some minds, so she side-stepped the fortified higher rational levels and probed the fuzzy edges of the more basic empathic ranges, seeking the shrouded areas of sexual conditioning, of fetish and rooted frustration.
To her surprise, she realized that Storm's resistance was only partially voluntary. Powerful psychic blocks inhibiting sexual responses already existed deep in her subconscious. They did not appear to be Xavier's handiwork, and could hint at deep psychological issues that could be useful to unravel.
"More and more interesting," Frost said, cocking an eyebrow in amusement. Violently conflicting aspects of the young woman's personality were associated to the blocks, and Frost began to pry at them, while still assaulting the upper consciousness with erotic over-stimulation. Faint echoes of what should be maddening pleasure reached her through the deepening connection between their minds, and she smiled. Buried deep in the dark zones of Storm's unconscious, repressed impulses or memories could be the backdoor to the rational mind or general memory. She focused and pried harder.
>>>He loomed over her, tall and lean, but enormously
powerful, with surprisingly wide shoulders and upper
back, from which grew huge membranous wings connected
to his long, wiry arms. He screeched with inhuman
voice, while his phallus, equally inhuman in length
and girth, thrust deep into her wet sex, overpowering
her body with the brutal pleasure, just as his exotic,
irrational allure overpowered her volition. The hard
beak of his elongated head lowered and he extended a
long, rough tongue to lick at her jostling breasts,
as he began to hump harder and faster. She heard the
voices of her fellow X-Men faintly calling out to her,
just before a savage orgasm violently obliterated her
fragile consciousness.
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