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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 6: Rogue Desires
Madripoor – The New Hellfire Club’s Headquarters
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Fate was on her side, for once. Raven “Mystique” Darkholme had spent a lifetime – multiple lifetimes, in fact, considering her age and her abilities as a shape-shifter – bending fate to her will. How could it have gone so horribly wrong?
She’d been on the cusp of starting a battle that she was destined to win. The plan was simple. Rogue would steal Ms. Marvel’s powers, they would break out the imprisoned members of the Brotherhoold, and launch an attack on Trask Industries. Her partner and lover, Irene “Destiny” Adler, told her that this attack would decide the course of her future and many others.
Then, something came along to destroy it. More specifically, someone came along.
“Hnn…Rogue,” the shapeshifter groaned as she emerged from her unconscious state.
“Do yourself a favor, Mystique. Don’t think about her. What she’s going through right now is not for the faint of heart…assuming, of course, you have one.”
Raven recognized that voice. It was still fresh in her mind, having heard it just moments before being snatched away from her adopted daughter. Even in her woozy state, it enraged her. She immediately lashed out towards it, only to discover that she’d been bound with heavy restraints.
“You!” Mystique spat, lunging forward, only to be held back by the restraints. “I’ll kill you!”
“Ha!” the redheaded woman laughed. “If only you know the inherent irony of those words.”
“Cut me loose and I’ll show you irony!”
“Spare me your threats. They’re as empty as my capacity for patience. I didn’t bring you here to piss you off. I brought you here because you’re in a position to assist me. And, before you tell me off, know that you’re going assist me. It’s just a matter of how difficult you want to make it.”
Mystique kept lashing out at the voice, angrily grunting as she fought her restraints. As her vision cleared, the devious figure she recalled from the Golden Gate Bridge took shape. The woman with red hair, a black cape, and bikini-like rags covering her shapely body, stood before her with folded arms and a devious grin. Mystique couldn’t remember the last time she wanted to hurt someone so badly.
She only got within inches of the smug woman’s face before the chains pulled her back. Even as Mystique raged at the redheaded woman, she took note of her surroundings. She was definitely not in San Francisco anymore. She remembered being dragged through some strange portal and transported through some nightmarish domain before passing out. Now, she found herself chained up in some top-floor office suite that overlooked a vast cityscape.
She recognized the skyline as Madripoor, the lawless Southeast Asian city with which she had plenty of history. It was the kind of city where someone could get away with abducting random people, chaining them by their wrists, and doing any number of sadistic acts to them, provided they knew the right people. Given the view, which was only possible from the top floors of Madripoor’s tallest buildings, it was safe to assume that this woman had plenty of connections.
Her first instinct was to escape. She tried using her powers to shift into another form, preferably one bigger, stronger, and capable of crushing this woman in her fist. Much to her dismay, nothing happened. She couldn’t shift out of her basic blue-skinned form. It was as though something was blocking her powers.
“And while we’re on the subject of difficulty, don’t bother using your powers,” the woman said. “Thanks to a little spell from my co-creator and a gene-inhibitor from my other co-creator, your mutant abilities are blocked. Don’t worry. It’s only temporary. I’ll need those abilities as much as you.”
“Speak for yourself! I don’t need them to tear you apart!” Mystique barked.
The woman ignored her threats. She didn’t even flinch while she continued lashing out at her with murderous rage. It was like she hadn’t even heard her threatening remark.
That didn’t make Mystique any less enraged, but it gave her an idea of who she was dealing with. She eventually stopped struggling with her restraints. She also discovered that the shackles that bound her wrists were attached to a heavy chain that hung from the ceiling. They must have been made out of vibranium or something because she couldn’t get them to budge. The redheaded woman before her didn’t seem the least bit concerned.
“But where are my manners?” she said. “My name, relatively speaking, is Madelyne Pryor. I also go by Goblin Queen. I am the sole authority of the new Hellfire Club.”
“The Goblin Queen?” Mystique scoffed. “Why don’t you call yourself the demon bitch while you’re at it?”
“Ooh! That might be a bit too accurate,” laughed another familiar voice from behind. “Leave a little room for intrigue, why don’t you?”
“You speak as though I care for subtlety,” the Goblin Queen laughed. “When you’re as conflicted as me, that’s just another meaningless concept.”
Mystique felt a fresh round of rage. At the same time, her skin crawled upon hearing that maniacal tone. She recognized it as well and was less inclined to lash out at it, given what happened earlier.
The source of that tone emerged from behind her through the darkened areas of the poorly lit office suite. The menacing figure of a hulking being, composed of blackish red flesh that looked utterly alien, cast a shadow every bit as ominous as Madelyne’s. He cast her a monstrous grin as he passed her by. Small tentacles from his body shot out and taunted her. She didn’t hide her disgust, but that only made his grin widen.
There was another figure beside him, although he didn’t look nearly as menacing. He appeared to be a young man of mixed race with a strange mohawk hairdo. Unlike the monster, he didn’t look nearly as happy to be there.
“Listen. Don’t talk,” the other man said. “It’s already too late to change anything. You can only make it worse.”
“Aww, don’t listen to Daken here!” said the monstrous figure. “He’s such a killjoy when he’s not humping something.”
“Shut up, Carnage. Some of us can’t find comfort in deranged bloodlust.”
“Ha! You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s neither good nor bad, as is often the case,” said Madelyne. “That’s something you understand better than most, Mystique. It’s something that my associates, Daken and Carnage, also understand in their own unique way. They also understand what it means to have a desired path…one so clear that it’s forged by fate. The only thing I changed is the course of that path, as well as the desire behind it.”
Mystique still scorned the woman with burning hatred. She directed just as much of that hate towards Carnage for tearing her away from both her mission and her adopted daughter. She clenched her fist and kept trying to pull on her restraints. She’d broken out of prisons and escaped captors on many occasions. This woman and her cohorts acted as though they had already defeated her. It was either excessive confidence or a hint that something worse awaited her.
“You were on quite a path, Mystique,” said the Goblin Queen. “The Hellfire Club’s files on you were both extensive and impressive. You’ve lived many lives and fought many battles, but you’re always driven towards the same fate.”
“I’ve heard of the Hellfire Club. I know they’ve been kept tabs on me,” Mystique scoffed. “The fact they’ve never tried to recruit me should tell you something.”
“Indeed, it does. It says you’re incredibly capable in terms of skills, but self-centered when it comes to vision. You seek to benefit yourself, first and foremost. Whether it’s impersonating the wife of a German noble or leading your own team of mutant renegades, you’re exceedingly selfish with your actions. How else could you justify abandoning your son or endearing yourself to some orphaned girl with incredibly absorption powers?”
The redheaded woman’s words cut deep. Even as Mystique scorned her, she had no counter to her point. Many of her actions were selfish. She never denied that. That didn’t mean she was incapable of altruism. Irene convinced her of that, both in the present and through visions of the future. Hearing it from the Goblin Queen just reminded her of how unbalanced she’d been with her selfishness lately.
“You abandoned your kid? That sucks!” laughed Carnage. “At least my parents had the good sense to try and kill me. That’s how you nurture a deranged murderer.”
“Except, Mystique here doesn’t like to be nurtured,” the Goblin Queen went on, “not by her friends, family, allies, or enemies. Even to those closest to her, she resents being influenced. She only trusts herself. Everyone else is either a tool or an obstacle. It’s easy to see why the Hellfire Club never reached out to you. They knew you’re not inclined to follow someone else’s vision.”
“And you think you can change that about me?” Mystique scoffed.
“She doesn’t think she can. She knows she can,” Daken told her. “As far as we’re concerned, you’re already part of this.”
“Like hell I am!” she spat.
“Famous last words,” Carnage chuckled, “famous and fitting.”
The Goblin Queen laughed smugly and shook her head. She gestured towards Carnage and Daken, who obediently stepped aside. Whatever hold she had on them must have been strong. They didn’t even need a direct order to know what she wanted.
Once they stepped aside, it left the devious redhead standing before her. Right behind her was a large panoramic window that overlooked the vast cityscape of Madripoor. It must have been just after sunset because the lights on the buildings were turned on. The office must have belonged to someone powerful because the view sent a clear message.
Whoever occupied such a structure towered over the masses below. When the Goblin Queen walked up to her, she carried herself like someone with immense authority. At the same time, she had a look in her eye that lacked both humanity and sanity. Mystique had looked into the eyes of many tyrants, killers, and psychopaths. She had already concluded Madelyne Pryor was in a league all her own.
“There are many ways I could bend you to my will,” the redheaded woman told her, “some far messier than others.”
“And I lobbied for the messy ones. Believe me!” Carnage laughed.
“I could’ve taken you to a dark, desolate pit in Limbo. I could’ve enlisted the aid of demonic creatures and obedient clones to torture you to no end. You would’ve suffered and screamed to no end, but even then, your assistance wouldn’t be guaranteed. Your will is stronger than most and such wills rarely respond favorably to torture.”
“You actually sound disappointed,” said Mystique dryly.
“I know, right? As a sadistic murder, I’m kind of offended,” quipped Carnage.
“Believe it or not, I don’t care much for torture. It has a mixed record, at best, for guiding others down the path I seek. And it’s not enough to have you obey my every word, despite your selfish inclinations. I need you to want to serve me. I need you to want it more than you’ve wanted anything in your long, illustrious life.”
The redheaded woman took a step closer, reached out, and grabbed Mystique by the chin. Her touch was so cold and callous, more so than any touch she’d felt before and she had encountered plenty of deviant souls. However, there was something more menacing to this woman. Looking into her eyes, she saw someone was as devious as she was broken.
“You’re so skilled and cunning, Mystique,” Madelyne said, looking at her as though she were some fancy weapon. “You can infiltrate, manipulate, and subvert the course of events in so many ways. For what I have planned…for the destiny that is bound to my blood…I need fate itself on my side.”
“What you need is a bullet to the brain…or several,” Mystique said.
“I brought you to Madripoor so you could appreciate the scope of my efforts,” she said before turning her gaze to the window. “Look outside. Look at this vast, purposeless world. A man named Sebastian Shaw once sat in this office, looking down on the corrupt machinations of this city and others like it. He thought he could bend it to his will, but that is as misguided as it is flawed.”
Madelyne forcibly turned Mystique’s head towards her and narrowed her gaze. Now holding her face with both hands, the redheaded woman looked at her with a macabre affection, as though she were looking into the window of some fancy piece of jewelry she wanted. Mystique felt both outrage and repulsed. She would’ve spit in her eyes if she weren’t certain that might encourage her.
“I need you, Raven Darkholme,” she said intently, “and for that reason, I need you to need me. Your wants…your desires…your very instincts must focus on serving me.”
“You really think you can brainwash me into that?” said Mystique in defiance.
“Brainwash you? Of course not!” the Goblin Queen laughed. “Like torture, brainwashing is so messy. I’ve been working on a more comprehensive process for aligning the desires of others to my own. Both Daken and Carnage have helped me refine that process. You’re going to help refine it even more.”
The Goblin Queen let go of her face. Mystique tried to lash out at her again, fighting her restraints and grunted angrily. She even tried using her legs to grapple her, but she barely missed.
“Get back here!” Mystique barked. “I swear I’ll snap your neck! If you’re going to use me like this, at least have the balls to do it yourself!”
“Don’t worry, Mystique. I’m not going anywhere,” she said while gazing out the window over the Madripoor skyline. “Like I said, I’ve refined the process. That means I can delegate when I choose to.”
The devious redhead casually snapped her fingers. With an obedience that was distinctly eager, Carnage and Daken approached her. Again, they didn’t need any overt command or detailed instructions. They already knew what Madelyne desired because they desired the same thing.
While Daken looked indifferent to it all, Carnage snarled eagerly. Mystique could only watch as the creature formed dozens of reddish black tendrils from his body. Like tentacles with minds of their own, they shot out and wrapped themselves around her limbs. With strength that she had no hope of opposing, they forced her arms to hang above her head while her legs dangled under her, bound at the ankles.
“Errr! You disgusting cretin! You think this can hold me?” the shapeshifter barked.
“Yell a little louder. You’ll just give me a bigger boner!” said Carnage with a hideous smirk.
“And take it from me,” said Daken flatly, “in a few moments, we won’t even have to hold you.”
While she hung in mid-air, bound and struggling, Daken moved in closer, clenched his fists, and drew a set of metal claws. Mystique was taken aback, but not because of length or sharpness of the claws. She’d encountered a man wielding metal claws before. The effects of that encounter had far-reaching consequences, some of which she’d tried desperately to avoid.
“Those claws…” she said.
“Are the least of your concerns,” Daken said.
Mystique continued to struggle, but remained completely bound as Daken used his claws to cut off her clothes. He wasn’t gentle, either. He sliced through the back of her white dress, ripping it to shreds with ease. He then cut off her bra and panties, exposing her breasts and pussy to the still grinning Carnage. He even ripped off her boots, rendering her completely exposed.
“Nice!” grinned Carnage as he leered over her. “A naked chick with blue skin…pretty sure I’ve jerked off to this at least once.”
“I’m just as sure I’ll kill you in your sleep!” she told him.
“Ha! Now, I know you’re trying to turn me on!”
The shapeshifter didn’t hide her disgust, but she didn’t hide her discomfort either. She’d been in dangerous situations before, including a few that involved her being stripped naked in a very degrading fashion. For the most part, it only served to annoy and enrage her even more. However, something about this sordid predicament felt different.
As she dangled helplessly, exposed and vulnerable to the Goblin Queen’s wrath, Mystique sensed Daken lean in closer to her. She could feel his breath up against her neck, his claws still drawn and hovering inches from her naked skin. She was every bit as ready to cuss him out too.
“Just so you know,” he whispered into her ear, “even though I want this, it doesn’t mean I revel in it.”
Before she could get another word out, a strange scent filled the air around her. It seemed to come directly from Daken, as though he exuded some exotic aroma that defied description. After taking in just a few whiffs, Mystique felt a very intense reaction within her body.
“Ungh! What the…” she groaned.
“It’s okay. This is normal…relatively speaking,” Daken said.
That was absurd. There was nothing normal about what she was feeling.
It started with an intense heat that started between her thighs. From there, it expanded rapidly in every direction. Her nipples became erect. The outer folds of her vagina became moist with feminine juices. It happened so quickly. In an instant, all the rage and revulsion she’d felt transformed into raw, unabated sexual arousal. It was as though something had entered her body, activated her sex drive, and sent it into overdrive.
She defiantly shook her head and groaned, rubbing her thighs together in an effort to fight the feeling. It was no use. It only got more intense.
“Whoa there, Daken! Go easy on the pheromones,” laughed Carnage. “I’m crazy psychopath, but even my dick can only get so hard.”
“I’m afraid we cannot go easy on someone like Mystique. She’s made that abundantly clear,” said Madelyne Pryor, still facing away. “I cannot leave anything to chance. That is why we must supplement our efforts to reorient her desires.”
Mystique continued groaning and writhing in her bound state. By now, streaks of feminine juices were seeping down her inner thighs. Whatever pheromones they’d used on her were extremely potent. She couldn’t possibly get more aroused, but the Goblin Queen sounded dead serious.
While she just hung there in her bound state, the devious redhead turned away from the window and retrieved something from a nearby desk. It turned out to be a container with a syringe, which was already filled with a glowing white liquid. As dazed as she was from her aroused state, Mystique still dreaded what came next.
“I’ve used both magic and science to forge my path,” she said as she held up the syringe. “Some say the two cannot work in harmony. They can only ever create chaos when mixed. That’s only half-true. I’m living proof of that.”
A maddened grin formed on her face. That grin got even wider as she made her way towards Mystique, lightly tapped on the syringe to prepare it, and leaned in closer so that she could whisper right into her ear.
“You’re about to feel more desire than you thought possible. Every fiber of your being will be driven by it, from here on out. Given your malleable nature, you’ll be more effective than ever. And if the little bonus I added works as I hope, you’ll enjoy it every step of the way.”
“Errr…damn you,” said Mystique in a dazed tone.
Those were the last words she got out before the Goblin Queen stuck the syringe into her neck. It stung briefly. The shapeshifter groaned and recoiled at the feeling. Seconds later, that sting turned into something else entirely. That same heat that she’d felt moments ago quickly turned into a raging wildfire.
It overwhelmed her body.
It overwhelmed her mind.
It overwhelmed every fiber of her being.
Every thought, feeling, and desire shifted completely. The essence of Raven Darkholme – her ambitions, her goals, and everything she’d ever fought for – became an afterthought. Her entire perspective became focused on satisfying one specific need. Unfortunately, the only person who could give it to her was the Goblin Queen.
“So hot!” Mystique moaned a she tried in vain to fight it. “I want…I need…agghh!”
“Save your breath and your energy, Mystique. You’re going to need it,” the devious woman said to her. “I know what you desire. And I’m going to give it to you. Your previous plans, agendas, and misdeeds no longer matter. When I’m finished, you’ll only ever crave what I can give!”
Avengers Mansion – Medical Bay
“Come on, Carol. Don’t do this to us! We can’t lose you again,” urged an anxious Captain America.
“I don’t think she can hear you, Steve,” said an equally anxious Tony Stark. “This coma she’s in…it’s unlike anything I’ve seen before.”
The mood throughout the medical bay was tense and solemn. Avengers Mansion was supposed to have the most advanced medical equipment in the world. Between Tony Stark’s deep pockets and SHIELD’s vast connection, it had every possible means of treating serious injuries. Even when aliens, demigods, and super-powered beings were involved, they were supposed to be ready.
What happened to Carol Danvers revealed just how ill-prepared they were when it came to situations involving mutants. Several hours ago, the Avengers received a distress call from San Francisco. The details weren’t clear. They knew that Ms. Marvel had been attacked by Rogue and Rogue, also known as Anna Marie, was a member of the Brotherhood of Mutants. According to their database, Rogue’s mutant abilities involved absorbing powers and memories through touch. The same data also said that the effects were temporary and anyone she absorbed recovered quickly.
Something had gone very wrong when she absorbed Ms. Marvel. When Iron Man, Thor, Wasp, Captain America, and Vision arrived, they found both women unconscious in the middle of the damaged road. After securing the scene, they immediately rushed them back to Avengers Manor. Along the way, Rogue drifted in and out of consciousness, her eyes glowing constantly with an energy that resembled Carol’s. However, she remained unstable and incoherent. All they could do was contain her.
Carol’s situation was more dire. She had slipped into a deep coma and nothing they’d tried could wake her. She was still alive. They even managed to stabilize her. However, there were unusual forces at work. Something was keeping her unconscious and they couldn’t figure out what it was. Tony even called in Hank Pym to help make sense of it, but that raised more questions than answers.
“Her vitals are weak, but stable,” said Hank, as he monitored her vitals from a nearby terminal. “Her heart rate and blood pressure are staedy. Autonomic and peripheral nervous systems are still functioning, but her neural activity is so low that it’s barely registering.”
“But it is registering,” Tony confirmed. “That’s enough reason to keep trying.”
“I’m all for helping her, but what exactly can we try at this point? I’ve crunched the numbers with Vision. We’ve factored in her powers, the Kree parts of her biology, and the measurable effects from this mutant she encountered…who has been less than cooperative, I might add.”
“We have her contained. First, let’s focus on our friend,” said Captain America. “We failed Carol once before. We can’t fail her again!”
“We won’t, Cap,” said Tony. “That’s exactly why I called in a favor from our newest allies.”
He gestured across the medical bay towards the Avenger’s guests, who had arrived moments ago. Scott Summers and Jean Grey-Summers were recent additions to the Avengers’ list of allies. As former X-Men turned activists, having founded X-Corp and solicited an impressive list of donors, Tony Stark insisted on making them their first call. He claimed they were more equipped than most to understand mutant-related phenomenon.
They’d been watching from afar, going over the incident with Vision. Captain America argued that they should reach out to Charles Xavier as well, but he and the X-Men were unavailable, due to a mission to the Savage Land. Tony expressed confidence in Scott and Jean’s ability to assist them. Others remained skeptical.
“Well, I hope they can explain the inconsistencies with this data,” said an increasingly frustrated Hank. “The science of human/Kree biology is complicated enough. Adding mutant abilities to the mix can only compound the issues.”
“I understand your skepticism, Dr. Pym,” said Scott. “We wouldn’t have come if we didn’t think we could help.”
“And if it involves mutants, we need to help,” added Jean. “It’s not just part of our mission with X-Corp. When things like this come up, we can’t ignore it.”
“You mean things that involve renegade mutants attacking an Avenger out in the open?” said Hank, his skepticism still apparent.
“It’s not just that,” she said. “What this mutant – Rogue, as she calls herself – did to Carol was awful. It also shouldn’t be possible with her powers.”
“Is that an opinion? Or is it based on real data?” asked Tony, already shaking his head in frustration. “Because at this point, the numbers just aren’t adding up.”
“I can’t put numbers to the data, but I can tell you that Scott and I know when mutant abilities are disrupted. We’ve seen it happen too many times.”
“What do you mean by disrupted?” asked Captain America.
“Take it from someone who had his powers disrupted by traumatic brain injury,” said Scott, tapping on his ruby quartz glasses to help make his point. “When a mutant ability has been tampered with, there are obvious signs.”
Scott and Jean spoke with certainty, but the room remained tense. Neither Hank nor Tony looked encouraged. They remained at the terminals near Carol’s bedside, pouring over data and medical scans in hopes of helping their fellow Avenger. Not being a doctor or a tech genius, Captain America could only watch his comatose friend lie deathly still on the bed. It was an awful sight, but their two associates from X-Corp seemed hopeful.
The young couple had been on the other side of the room with Vision, pouring over the scans taken of Rogue. Like Carol, she was not fully conscious, but her situation was every bit as concerning. She’d been locked in a special containment chamber. It had been originally designed to hold the Hulk while in his human form. Tony adjusted it to keep Rogue stable. She’d been twitching and fidgeting since they left San Francisco, her eyes and body constantly glowing with the same yellowish energy they saw in Ms. Marvel when she fought in battle.
There was still the matter of what to do with Rogue if she woke up. She’d attacked an Avenger. She was a known member of the Brotherhood of Mutants. The extent of her culpability remained unknown, but like it or not, she was their only reference for helping Carol. Scott and Jean kept looking at her and then at each other, as though they were having a conversation with their thoughts. It was a curious exchange, but one Tony claimed was not unusual for a married couple that shared a telepathic link.
Whatever they discussed must have been relevant because they had Vision working hard on processing excess data. The android’s eyes kept flashing as he remained plugged into the containment pod. His expression finally changed when Rogue’s eyes flashed again.
“Hnn…the power. Need…the power,” she muttered in her thick accent.
“She’s stirring again, Jean. See if you can calm her down,” said Scott.
“Already working on it,” she said, “but we can’t knock her out completely. That’s not going to help us reach Carol.”
“Then, what will?” asked Captain America intently. “Do you two have a plan?”
“We have a theory,” Scott replied, “which we might be able to turn into a plan.”
“Might?” questioned Hank.
The tension escalated. All eyes were on Scott and Jean now. Both Hank and Tony had stopped trying to make sense of the data on their end. They finally rose up from Carol’s bedside and joined the former X-Men near Rogue’s containment pod. If there was any hope of aiding their friend, it rested with them.
“I’m sorry, Dr. Pym. But we can only assume so much,” said the former X-Leader. “Based on what Vision told us, our suspicions were accurate. Someone or something disrupted Rogue’s mutant powers while she was absorbing Carol.”
“I can confirm this conclusion with 97.94 percent certainty,” said Vision, still processing data through a series of wires. “After sequencing and extrapolating the effects of her X-gene, I calculated what should and shouldn’t be possible with her mutant abilities. And the extent to which she drained Ms. Marvel’s life force grossly exceeds her inborn capabilities. What she did was analogous to starting a forest fire with a single photon.”
“How certain are you she didn’t tamper with her mutation?” asked Tony. “Draining some random person on the streets is one thing. Draining Ms. Marvel must have required more than just light graze.”
“That is an exceedingly remote possibility,” said Vision. “Tampering with one’s own mutation requires abilities and expertise of the highest order…a kind inaccessible to even the most cunning of individuals. The Brotherhood of Mutants has quite a reputation, but resources at that level are far beyond their ability.”
“It also doesn’t fit their style,” added Scott. “I’ve dealt with the Brotherhood. They’re reckless, but they always have a plan. Given how it overwhelmed Rogue as much as Carol, I doubt this was planned.”
“That’s a problem in terms of figuring out where it came from. It left them both in a state of chaos, mentally and physically,” Jean continued, putting her hand on her temple as she focused her telepathic powers on Rogue.
“I’m guessing that limits our options,” said Hank in a frustrated tone.
“Actually, it gives us more than I thought…when viewed from the right perspective,” said Jean.
She sounded oddly hopeful. She and Scott exchanged more glances. Hank and Tony looked back towards the comatose Carol with increasing reservation. As two of the Avengers’ smartest minds, they weren’t used to being ignorant. Mutant issues had a way of confounding even the most brilliant of people.
That was exactly why they’d partnered with X-Corp. This was their expertise. Scott and Jean had more experience with unstable mutants than anyone in the Avengers. Captain America didn’t sense that all hope was lost. He kept watching intently as the young couple applied their skills and knowledge.
“Give me our best option,” said Captain America with growing urgency, “and tell us what you need to make it work.”
“In this case, our best option also happens to be the most direct,” said Jean. “At the moment, Rogue and Carol’s powers are in overdrive. Rogue’s body drained too much power and Carol’s is trying too hard to regenerate hers. The best we can do for both of them is balance them out.”
“What exactly does that entail?” asked Dr. Pym.
“From us, some careful telepathic guidance,” said Jean, gesturing towards her and her husband. “From you, a concerted effort to keep thing stable. You’ve seen the extent of Ms. Marvel’s powers more than most. You know how destructive they can get.”
“Well, they came from an explosion, last I checked,” Tony commented.
“And we need to prevent another one if we’re to help her,” Scott added. “That means Jean and I need you to counteract any energy bursts that might occur while we treat her. And if we have to tap power from the Phoenix Force, then those bursts are sure to get volatile.”
They didn’t present it as simple, clean process. They didn’t make it sound impossible, either. It was just going to be messy, dangerous, and possibly destructive. Those were all risks that both the Avengers and the X-Men endured regularly. For the sake of their friend and fellow Avenger, their recourse was clear.
Tony and Hank exchanged glances. Hank still looked concern. He was never one to show confidence in a plan unless all the math added up. Tony was more inclined to take chances and brave danger. It also helped that he’d established a professional connection with Jean Grey-Summers. If certain rumors were true – and few doubted they were – that connection went beyond being one of X-Corp’s biggest donors.
While the Avengers’ most brilliant minds contemplated the logistics, Captain America turned towards the comatose Carol Danvers. The Avengers were not unlike the close-knit unit he led in World War II. They didn’t leave a wounded soldier behind.
“We’ll take that chance,” said Captain America. “Tell us what you need and we’ll help you prepare.”
“Sure, Cap. Pretend I’m not the one paying for most of these preparations,” quipped Tony.
“You owe it to Carol. We all do,” the first Avenger reminded him. “You can’t put a price on that.”
“Even if I did, we wouldn’t be even. I’d still owe her a long list of favors,” the billionaire said with a half-grin. “Just thought I’d remind you guys that this infirmary was built to contain the Hulk and that kind of thing isn’t cheap.”
“If we succeed, the most you’ll pay for is a cleaning bill,” said Scott. “It also means you’ll have to recalibrate everything you use to hold the Hulk and tailor it to Ms. Marvel’s powers.”
“That’s going to take time,” Hank pointed out.
“Then, we’d better get to work,” said the former X-Leader. “The longer we wait, the harder it’ll be to reach them.”
“I can confirm that, too. I calculate that the chance of failure rises exponentially after four hours and twenty minutes,” added Vision.
“Four hours, huh?” said Tony, as he cracked his knuckles in preparation. “I can work with that. I’ve invented world-changing tech in half that time.”
“We trust you to do your part. You can trust us to do ours,” said Jean with a smile.
Tony smiled back and nodded. Dr. Pym still looked anxious about the process, but Tony already had that inventive glint in his eyes. He was already working out how he was going to retool and reconfigure his tech to get the job done. It was what he did and he did it better than anyone.
While Tony appeared confident, Scott and Jean made their way over to Carol’s comatose form. They kept exchanging glances, occasionally looking back towards Rogue, whose body kept flickering with Ms. Marvel’s powers. They were mentally preparing themselves for what was sure to be a strenuous effort. Captain America joined to offer his support.
This wasn’t a typical battle in which he could hold up his shield and assemble the Avengers. He wasn’t used to being anywhere other than the front lines, but that was why they had forged a partnership with X-Corp. With their support and cooperation, they could fight the battles they weren’t equipped to handle. For the sake of their friend and fellow Avenger, they had to use every possible resource.
“Thank you both for doing this,” Captain America told them. “I know our partnership with X-Corp is still new, but this will go a long way towards making us better allies.”
“That’s why we’re here, Captain,” said Scott. “This is what allies do for one another.”
“It also benefits everyone when we can save someone like Ms. Marvel,” added Jean as she cast the comatose woman a compassionate gaze. “She’s a hero and an inspiration to many, but she’s also human. And no human deserves this. The mind and body can only endure so much before they suffer lasting damage.”
Madripoor – The New Hellfire Club’s Headquarters
“I hate this. I hate it…so much. And yet…I want it so bad!”
Mystique had been repeating that mantra like a broken record. She barely managed to articulate it through her dazed mind and slurred voice. In terms of formulating coherent thoughts, it was the best she could do. Every other bit of mental and physical energy went to enduring the perverse sex acts that the Goblin Queen heaped on her.
It started with her opening another portal, not unlike the one she’d used to abduct her. From it, a dozen or so imposing male figures walked out and surrounded her bound, naked body. They all had pale white skin, glowing red eyes, and a muscular stature. They also each had a sizable endowment between their legs, which quickly became erect as they narrowed their sights on her.
The Goblin Queen called them her Goblin Studs. Carnage joked that they were horny zombies hopped up on boner pills. Mystique could care less what anyone called them. In their glowing eyes and demonic expression, she saw only blind lust. They had only one purpose. They were going to fuck her and, as much as she hated it, Mystique wanted that.
“That’s it, my handsome studs,” said the Goblin Queen, who stood nearby. “Don’t be shy. Give her what she wants!”
The hulking male figures hungrily obliged. One stood behind her, reaching around and roughly kneading her breasts with both hands. Two more stood at each side, kissing and licking down her neck, tasting her blue-colored skin. Two more were on their knees, taking turns as they ate her pussy out and fingered her asshole. They weren’t gentle, but they weren’t looking to cause pain or injury. However, that only made it worse.
What they did felt good. Mystique hated that to no end, but there was no getting around it. These demon studs, as hideous as they were, focused on bombarding her with pleasure. They touch, groped, licked, and fingered her from multiple angles. They partially fed that overwhelming desire that had consumed her, due to the Goblin Queen’s treachery. However, feeding that desire did not mean satisfying it.
“More…I want more,” the shapeshifter groaned as she descended deeper into a daze.
“Damn!” commented Carnage, who watched from across the room with Daken. “Just when I thought a bitch couldn’t get any hornier.”
“Trust me. This is just a prelude,” said Daken.
“Call it whatever the fuck you want. It beats the hell out of porn!”
Mystique barely heard those snide remarks. She just writhed under the bombardment of sensations. Her arms still hanging over her head, with her legs held apart by the two figures eating her out, she was at the mercy of overwhelming lust. She was already on the brink of orgasm, but it hardly felt like an endpoint. It seemed more like a prelude to much more.
“Coming! I’m…going to…come!” she cried out.
When the feeling it, it was like a bomb going off in her core, exploding with pleasure that shot through her like a bolt of lightning. It was so sharp and intense, flooding her malleable body with white hot pleasure. Her back arched, her toes curled, and her expression became maddened with ecstasy.
It shouldn’t have happened that quickly. Mystique prided herself at being difficult to satisfy. It was how she enticed lovers, allies, and even enemies, making it so they had to work if they wanted to please her. She often made it difficult for them, using her shapeshifting abilities to gain greater leverage. She always made sure she was the one in charge.
Now, the roles had been completely reversed. She couldn’t use her shapeshifting abilities. She couldn’t exert herself in any way. She was just a bound, horny woman who had lost all control of her situation. It sent deeper into a daze of desire, further numbing her ability to defy the Goblin Queen.
“You’re starting to feel it, aren’t you?” the Goblin Queen taunted. “The ecstasy…the euphoria of achieving what you desire…it’s powerful. You may hate that you want it, but you still want it. And so long as you aid me in my desires, I’ll give it to you!”
As Mystique continued gasping heavily from her orgasmic release, the devious woman snapped her fingers. Through either magic or some form of telekinesis, the metal shackles that had bound her wrists unlocked themselves. Her body still writhing, she fell to the hard floor in a naked heap. The Goblin Studs let go of her, as if to let her crumble in an overt act of defeat.
“Except with me,” she went on, “feeding desires isn’t the same as satisfying them. So long as I will it, you can have those desires endlessly met, but you will never be satisfied.”
“Fuck…you,” Mystique muttered in a slurred voice.
“I sense you’re still skeptical,” she said coyly. “Very well. I’ll just have to belabor my point!”
She casually gestured towards the horde of Goblin Studs surrounding her. Their eyes flickered briefly again, as if they’d received direct commands from their queen. At the same time, their dicks all became fully erect. Now looking up at so much rigid, throbbing flesh, Mystique gazed at them with vacant eyes, unable to escape the truth.
“Take her,” Madelyne said in a cold, yet casual tone.
Every Goblin Stud looked down at her with a monstrous grin. Then, like obedient minions who just happened to have raging boners, they pounced on her.
Just as before, they surrounded her. One got behind her, grabbed her by the waist, and propped her up so that she was on all fours. Then, without hesitation, he guided his dick towards her pussy and thrust it into her. The shapeshifter gasped at the feeling of hard penetration, flooding her body with more intense sensations. Her malleable body that she once controlled so well betrayed her.
It felt so good.
She hated it, but it felt good.
“Ohhh fuck!” Mystique moaned.
Those were the last words she got out before two more Goblin Studs positioned themselves in front of her and shoved their dicks in her face. Instinct and lust took over from there. She started sucking them both off, taking almost the entirety of their impressive endowments.
She slurped and gagged along their length. The creatures seethed in moaned in delight. They humped her face and pulled her hair, coordinating with the other Goblin Stud fucking her pussy. Together, they rocked her body back and forth, fucking her from both ends like a common whore. It was a decadent, inglorious state that Mystique had never once entertained. Now, she indulged in it willingly.
The decadent display further aroused the other Goblin Studs. Several moved in closer, seething and sneering at her while they stroked their rock-hard cocks. As they jerked themselves off, the Goblin Studs fucking her from both ends stepped up the pace. Her body rocked harder, their cocks pumping and slithering inside her. She was already close to climaxing again.
Then, she felt it. The creatures fucking her climaxed. They let out loud, high-pitched shrieks as their members throbbed intensely before releasing a thick load of seminal fluid. The one fucking her pussy went first. The two creatures in front of her blew their load shortly after, both pulling out and spraying their load on her face. Mystique could only gasp and gag as the hot fluid filled her depths and splattered onto her face.
As if to amplify the debauchery, the other Goblin Studs standing near her climaxed too. One by one, they jerked themselves off until they blew their load, aiming their cocks right at her so that covered her in their seminal fluid.
“Errahhhhhh!” they all howled as they came.
“Ha! Now that’s a money shot!” laughed Carnage.
Mystique, the same cunning shapeshifter who once dodged bullets with ease, didn’t even try to avoid it. She just remained on her hands and knees, feeling the thick globs of semen splatter all over her body. It was humiliating, degrading, and obscene.
Even so, she still craved it. The feeling of their hot fluid on her naked skin somehow got her to climax a second time. It shouldn’t have been possible, but once again, her body and her resilience let her down.
“Hnn…fuck,” was all she got out.
As rivers of manly fluid dripped from her body, she shuddered under the weight of another orgasmic release. In the process, her arms and legs gave out. She fell to the floor again, short of breath and dripping with fluids.
However, even as the Goblin Studs that got off finished their release, others who still had raging boners emerged from behind and surrounded her. They still had a look of seething lust, eying her naked body with sexual hunger. After what she’d just endured, the idea should’ve seemed tortuous. Instead, she still wanted it.
“More,” said Mystique in a slurred voice. “I want…I need…more.”
“See? Now you’re getting it!” said the Goblin Queen. “You can indulge all you want. In the end, it won’t be enough. You can only get what you seek through me. You can try anything else. You’ll only make it worse.”
The devious redhead dared Mystique to defy her again. Still lying on the floor, looking through the sea of horny Goblin Studs, she felt Madelyne’s bemused gaze. Mystique had endured torture before. She’d endured pain and suffering of all types, but never broke. Many had tried. She always managed to tell them off in the end.
This time was different. The Goblin Queen was no ordinary deviant. She wasn’t sane, but she wasn’t foolish either. Instead of torture, she employed a far more effective tactic. She didn’t use pain to bend others to their will. She used pleasure to make others want to do the work for her. If she weren’t so overwhelmed with lust and covered in cum, she might have cursed her for being so cunning.
“Well? What’s it going to be, Mystique?” she asked with folded arms.
“Keeping in mind your answer determines how fucked you are,” added Carnage, “so please, for the sake of my dick, do something stupid!”
“You’re a world class degenerate, Kletus,” Daken commented.
“And I’m proud of it!” he laughed.
Mystique hung her head low, angrily gritted her teeth, and turned away from the Goblin Queen and her associates. She was still dazed, unsatisfied, and drunk with lust. Every goal, ambition, and vision up to that point – finding love with Destiny, giving up the children she birthed, founding the Brotherhood of Mutants, and adopting Rogue – it all became an afterthought. Her entire world now focused on feeding the burning desire that the Goblin Queen had instilled in her.
Finally, the once iron-willed shapeshifter gave in. In her dazed state, she laid flat on her back, not minding the dirty floor under her in the slightest. She then spread her legs, her pussy still dripping wet with cum, and beckoned the horny Goblin Studs with her eyes.
“Please…fuck me again,” Mystique said, her voice devoid of resolve.
“Damn! I thought she’d push it,” said Carnage. “Oh well! Maybe the next chick we snag will be different.”
“As though that will change the outcome,” said Daken flatly.
“Your response is not surprising,” said Madelyne, still as smug as ever, “but if you’re hoping it will buy you mercy, think again. When you’re this driven by purpose and desire, mercy is not a viable option.”
Mystique groaned bitterly before shutting out their voices, as well as their leering glares. If she was going to get fucked into submission, she might as well do it on her own accord.
Her body still ached for more sex. Her mind remained obscured with lust. The horde of Goblin Studs seemed all too eager to oblige her. As she laid on the dirty floor, the hulking creatures let a series of lurid snarls before unleashing themselves upon her.
“More! More! More!” they hissed with demonic tones.
They gathered around her, carrying themselves like obedient minions fueled by endless lust. They coordinated their efforts once more. It started with them fucking her one-by-one. A single horny Goblin Stud got on top of her, held her legs apart, and pumped his cock into her with reckless abandon. He humped her hard and fast, causing her breasts to bounce and expression to shift, becoming dazed and distant by the onslaught of sensations.
Once that first Goblin Stud climaxed, shooting another load of cum into her pussy, Mystique climaxed as well. It was like there was something in the viscous fluid that triggered an orgasm. It was intense, but unsatisfying. It left her still wanting more. Before she could even complete her release, another Goblin Stud got on top of her and fucked her with the same vigor.
“More! More! More!” the creature hissed as it held her wrists down to the floor while humping her hard.
It played out the same as before. The creatures kept hissing and cheering, looming over her and watching with hungry eyes. After the next Goblin Stud got off, another quickly took his place. Mystique barely had time to catch her breath or brace herself for more orgasm. They didn’t let up. They just kept fucking her.
As this assembly line of decadence played out, some of the Goblin Studs began jerking themselves off, just like others had done earlier. The result was the same. As they climaxed, they aimed their cocks at her naked body and sprayed her with their manly fluids. Even as her body rocked to the heavy rhythm of the sex, they managed to get plenty on her face, breasts, and torso.
It should’ve disgusted her.
It should’ve prompted her to fight back, as she always had whenever someone tried to control her.
It should’ve evoked many different reactions in Mystique, but it didn’t. It just left her wanting more.
“Please…don’t stop,” she found herself saying. “I can’t…can’t stop.”
She sounded pathetic. It was not the voice of the tough, cunning Raven Darkholme that once struck such fear in her enemies. She sounded like a weak and desperate slave. It was the antithesis of everything she stood for. Even so, she couldn’t escape it.
“Now, she’s getting it!” laughed Carnage. “Come on, you hideous creatures! Step up your game! Show our queen you’re worth a damn!”
“Your encouragement is not necessary, Carnage,” Madelyne said with a curt grin.
“Neither is an axe to a knife fight, but it helps!”
“I didn’t say I minded,” the devious woman laughed.
Mystique tried to shut out her laughter, but the Goblin Studs clearly heard them. Much to her revulsion, they heeded Carnage’s encouragement.
They stepped up the pace and intensity of their indulgence. They began fucking her two at a time, propping her on all fours like a sex doll and taking her from both ends like before. One got in front of her and fucked her face. The other got behind and fucked her pussy. With disturbing coordination, they pumped their cocks into her until they came inside her, triggering more orgasm for her as well. Before should even finish swallowing or climaxing herself, two more Goblin Studs came in to keep the sex going.
They were even rougher than before. They also worked anal sex into their debauchery. One of the Goblin Studs had started fucking her pussy from behind. Then, just before he climaxed, he switched holes and shoved his throbbing cock into her ass. Mystique initially felt a sharp sting that caused her to gag on the cock she was sucking. It didn’t slow them down in the slightest. It just reinforced the extent of her daze.
“Mmff! My…my ass,” Mystique said through muffled moans.
“Hey, you’ve got other holes. Might as well use ‘em!” said Carnage through maniacal laughter.
He made some other lewd comments, but Mystique couldn’t hear them. At that point, her mind was too dazed and her body too ravaged. All she could do was endure and indulge, knowing that she was no closer to satisfying the desires that consumed her.
The Goblin Studs continued fucking her in what became a full-fledged gangbang. What started as coordinated and systematic soon devolved into a chaotic heap of naked bodies, sexual fluids, decadent noises. The imposing creatures got greedier, fighting each other for a turn at fucking her. They all eventually got their turn and Mystique kept taking it.
Those not focused on fucking one of her holes still found ways to further debauchery. They groped her flesh, licking around her face and neck while fondling her breasts. At one point, they even held her up off the floor while they fucked her. It soon got to the point where they were regularly penetrating her pussy, ass, and face all at once. It marked the apex of their decadence.
As the throbbing cocks pumped and slithered inside her, Mystique felt more orgasms wash over her. They came in successive waves, causing her body to writhe and contort, even as the Goblin Studs kept at it. The sensations were intense, but the outcome was the same. The desire kept burning. There was no satisfaction in sight.
That ultimate truth finally settled in. There was no escaping it. There was no fighting it, either. Even after the last Goblin Stud came inside her, letting out that seething hiss that left her ears ringing, Mystique remained trapped by this overwhelming desire.
“More. I need…more,” said the shapeshifter, even as cum dribbled down her face.
“I’m afraid that’s not possible, Raven,” said the Goblin Queen, “and not because my Goblin Studs are incapable. It’s because I will it.”
The devious woman waved her hands again. Like well-trained pets, the Goblin Studs obeyed.
The ones that had been fucking her pulled out, leaving a large volume of sexual fluids to spill out from multiple orifices. They weren’t even gentle in letting her go. They just stepped back, their dicks still erect, as she collapsed in a heap of sweat and cum.
She coughed and gagged, groaning as the cumulative effects of all the decadence caught up with her. She tried to push herself up, attempting to salvage some semblance of dignity. However, it was too late for that. As the Goblin Studs stepped aside, Madelyne approached, grabbed her by the face, and forced her to look up at her. She might as well have been a goddess, who now stood at the center of her world.
“Tell me, Raven Darkholme,” she said sternly. “Tell me you desire what I desire.”
“I desire what you desire, Goblin Queen,” said Mystique flatly and without hesitation.
“Tell me you’ll pursue my desires,” she added, “and, in turn, I’ll help satisfy yours.”
“I’ll pursue your desires however you want,” the shapeshifter told her. “It is all I want now.”
“As such, you will hereby remove yourself from previous loyalties or bonds…including lovers, allegiances, and children.”
That was, by far, the biggest demand. More so than the gangbang, such a request meant utterly abandoning the battles Mystique had spent a lifetime fighting. Beyond the struggle, it meant losing her children all over again. She hadn’t forgotten about Kurt, Rogue, and Graydon. They had always been part of her plan. Now, they could only be afterthoughts.
She bowed her head in defeat. Dazed, defeated, and utterly at the mercy of this woman, Mystique completed her final surrender to the Goblin Queen.
“My loyalty is only to you, my queen,” she said distantly.
“Excellent!” the devious redhead said with a beaming grin. “Then, let’s get you cleaned up and prepared. We’ve got plenty of work ahead of us and plenty more allies to entice!”
“And don’t worry about being too horny,” added Carnage. “So long as I’m around, I’ll make sure you get the fucking you need! But next time, could you take the form of some famous chick like Jennifer Lawrence or Rebecca Romijn Stamos? I’ve always had a crush on them!”
Inside The Carol Danver’s Mindscape
“How are you guys holding up in there? Hank and I aren’t seeing much change in Carol’s vitals,” said the worried voice of Tony Stark.
“We’re getting close, Tony. I can sense it,” assured Jean Grey-Summers confidently.
“Mind being specific on what IT actually entails?”
“Sorry, but that’s as specific as we can get. Believe it or not, navigating a comatose mind is difficult and requires intense focus,” she told him.
“Then, we’ll try not to distract you. But just so you know, Rogue’s energy readings are starting to get weird, even by mutant standards. So we may or may not be running out of time here. No pressure.”
Tony Stark had a colorful way of assessing the situation. He might have been a genius billionaire playboy, but when it came to finding the right words, he was no Hank McCoy. Jean Grey-Summers would’ve preferred her former teammate’s tact because she and her husband weren’t used to this sort of mission.
For the past half-hour, she and Scott had been in a meditative state, sitting on each side of Carol’s bed and hovering within the fiery halo of the Phoenix Force. Together, they initiated a psychic probe into the comatose woman’s psyche, hoping to piece together what Rogue had somehow shattered. While they carried out their search, Tony led the effort with Hank Pym, Vision, and Captain America to keep things stable.
It was a daunting task on both ends. Rogue’s powers, combined with the influx of Carol’s abilities, caused erratic energy readings that forced Captain America to seal the lab. Vision also warned that whatever disrupted their powers was getting worse. If they couldn’t be stabilized, then the lives of both women would be at risk, as well as the lives of everyone within a three-block radius. That was Vision’s most conservative estimate.
That put on more pressure than she and Scott had expected, but being former X-Men, they remained undaunted. They even donned the unique Phoenix-themed attire they’d created shortly after embracing this cosmic force. It helped them treat it like a mission with increasingly high stakes.
“They’re not used to things being this unpredictable, Jean,” Scott pointed out as he flew close beside her. “They’re not used to mutants, in general.”
“I sense that too,” said Jean. “That’s something we hoped to change with X-Corp.”
“Well, this is our chance to prove it,” he said, “but I don’t like having this many unknowns. We’ve seen mutants lose control of their powers. We’ve seen them push their powers beyond their limits. This doesn’t feel like that. It feels…different.”
Scott might not have been an expert in conducting psychic probes, but he knew the symptoms of uncontrollable powers better than most. Having struggled with control all his life, he knew when someone had an issue that went beyond being overwhelmed. Jean sensed it too and the deeper they dug, the more ominous signs they saw.
Navigating the mind of a comatose woman was like flying a plane through a massive storm cloud in the middle of the night. There wasn’t much to go on other than the presence of some swirling chaos, coupled with erratic flashes. They were not the signs of a stable mind, let alone a conscious one. There were all sorts of dark spots that resembled black holes, which she and Scott actively avoided. There was so much activity, but so little order.
“It’s worse than that, Scott. This isn’t how a stable mind is structured,” said Jean, keeping one hand on her temple as they flew through the storm.
“You’re the expert telepath. I’ll take your word for it,” he said as he avoided another flash, “but did Rogue do all this? There’s no way her mutant powers could be this damaging.”
“I don’t think this was all her,” said Jean. “I’ve done my share of psychic probes with Professor Xavier. Sometimes, a mind is simply scrambled. Other times, it has deep scars that only get deeper with repeated trauma.”
“So, if Rogue was just the added trauma, then we should be looking for the scars, right?”
“Therein lies the problem,” she said. “The worst scars are often buried the deepest. That means we have to dig even deeper.”
Taking her husband’s hand, Jean guided their psychic forms into the heart of the chaos. Despite surrounding themselves in the protective halo of the Phoenix Force, they still struggled to avoid the swirling black holes and the flashes of energy. Scott squeezed her hand tightly, having had less experience probing damaged minds. Jean’s experience was limited too, having entrusted such daunting task to Professor Xavier. She wondered if even he would struggle with this.
As they plunged into the mental abyss, flying through swirling storms of psychic upheaval, they saw brief flashes of images pop up. They were like pictures or brief movie clips. Most involved Carol, from her time serving in the United States Air Force to that fateful moment when she got her powers from the Psyche Magnetron. Some, however, appeared to belong to Rogue.
They included flashes of her growing up in Mississippi, struggling with her powers and later joining the Brotherhood of Mutants. At times, the memories clashed and collided, creating lightning-like bolts that send shockwaves through her psyche.
“Congratulations, Colonel Danvers!”
“Avengers Assemble!”
“Anna Marie, you’re not welcome in my house no more!”
“Come with me, Rogue. Join our Brotherhood!”
The clashes grew more frequent, so much so that she and Scott had to blast through them. It looked like both sets of memories were actively opposing one another, like two opposing armies battling for control over territory. The deeper they flew, the more intense it got.
“They’re fighting each other,” Scott surmised. “Rogue and Carol…it’s like they’re waging an all-out psychic war.”
“It’s more like a war of confusion,” said Jean, still trying to navigate the chaos. “Nobody knows who fired the first shot, but neither side wants to succumb.”
“Then, they’ll just keep fighting until there’s nothing left,” said Scott, drawing from his combat experience, “unless we can get control of each side.”
“Which is something Rogue and Carol have to be part of,” added Jean. “It’s just a matter of finding the central core of their psyche”
“Or what’s left of it,” Scott said with dread.
“It’s still intact. We wouldn’t have made it this far if it weren’t. We just have to find where it’s buried. More importantly, we have to find out what’s keeping it that way.”
She made it sound easy, but it clearly wasn’t. She and Scott narrowly avoided more clashing memories, followed by thunderous flashes. They each blasted their way through more chaos, following it deeper into the mental darkness.
Eventually, they reached an area so chaotic that every other erratic manifestation seemed to stem from it. As she and Scott fought their way through more upheavals, it started to take a clearer shape. Like an island emerging from foggy seas, something manifested within the heart of all this vast mindscape.
“There!” Jean shouted. “I see something.”
“I see it too!” said Scott as they flew towards it. “I think there’s someone there. It sounds like Carol!”
“I can sense her presence, but there’s someone else here too.”
“Is it Rogue?” he asked intently.
“It’s not just her. There’s also something…”
Jean abruptly stopped as the scene before them took shape. As soon as she and Scott emerged through the psychic fog, they saw something so shocking that they stopped abruptly.
It was indeed Carol Danvners, at least a manifestation of her. Rogue was there too, albeit as another manifestation. However, there was another figure present…one that seemed to be the catalyst for both the chaos and the damage they’d observed throughout Carol’s mind.
“Oohhh Marcus!” moaned a dazed and impassioned Carol.
“Yes! Yes!” said an imposing, but ominous figure. “Carol…you are mine. Be mine!”
Jean and Scott gasped at the sight. They recognized that figure from the file Tony had given them on Carol’s recent history. He was Marcus Immortus, the son of Immortus and the one who had manipulated Carol into loving, birthing, and following him back to his realm. He’d manipulated her to such an extent that even her fellow Avengers believed that Carol had truly fallen for him. It was the primary reason Carol had been so upset with them after she freed herself and returned to Earth.
Now, in the deepest recesses of her mind, that lingering scar in her memory had taken a new form. It played out like a dream. They were in what appeared to be the former lab of Dr. Walter Lawson, also known as Captain Marvel. They were having sex under what appeared to be prototype of the Psyche Magnetron that initially triggered her powers. What they were doing seemed to be the driving force behind all the swirling chaos.
Carol was completely naked, on her back with her legs being held apart while Marcus was on top, humping with her with intense fervor. Her gaze was vacant, awash with dazed desire. In contrast, Marcus looked upon her with domineering passion.
The way he held her face while rocking her body with his lustful movements was not one of sincere, genuine love. Scott and Jean knew that look. What Marcus was doing to Carol hardly counted as love.
“Uh…guys?” said the voice of Tony Stark, jarring them from their state. “What’s going on in there? We just got a huge spike on the energy readings and the EKG is all over the place.”
“Give us a minute, Tony. I think found the source of Carol’s condition,” said Jean, not looking away from the scene.
“We may or may not have that kind of time,” he warned them. “Vision said the energy containment mechanisms are breaking down faster than he calculated. So whatever you need to do to free Carol, do it quickly! Again, no pressure.”
Scott and Jean exchanged glances. They then turned back towards Carol, who showed no signs of resistance. She just laid there and took Marcus’ endless lust. On the surface, it looked like she was enjoying it. She even appeared to orgasm at one point. At the same time, she showed no signs that she actually wanted this. It was as though her perspective was being shaped and molded by outside forces.
Jean sensed Scott already forming a plan. They were going to attack Marcus, free Carol, and try to wake her up. However, something else caught her eye that might complicate that effort.
“Scott, look!” she said, pointing up at the Psyche Magnetron.
As soon as he saw what she saw, his plans changed and so did hers.
“Is that Rogue?” he asked.
“It is,” Jean confirmed.
“Is she doing what I think she’s doing?”
“Yes, and probably more.”
The extent of Carol and Rogue’s predicament finally became clear, but it was more distressing than they’d expected. However it happened, the two women were in an unenviable situation.
At the top of the Psyche Magnetron, Rogue hovered within a glowing yellow energy field. It closely resembled the energy Carol radiated when she was in her binary form. It flowed into her as though she had tapped into a bottomless well of power.
Carol, in her current state, was the source of it. The area around her body was surrounded in a dim halo, which occasionally flickered, even while Marcus kept fucking her. The Psyche Magnetron seemed to direct the energy and it gave off erratic sparks in all directions, which appeared to be the source of the escalating damage to Carol’s psyche. Unlike Carol, though, Rogue didn’t seem as passive.
“This power…so much power,” she said with glowing eyes. “I want…Ah need…more!”
The energy intensified, as did Carol’s ravaging. As Rogue drew in more power, Marcus was more domineering. He held Carol down harder, thrusting his hips with greater force and rendering her more submissive. She shook her head, indicating she didn’t want this kind of sex. She still climaxed though.
“I’m cumming…again! Ohhhh!” she cried out.
The situation kept getting more volatile. At the rate they were going, both women would be overwhelmed. Scott kept assessing the situation, looking at Rogue and then back at Carol. Jean kept trying to make a psychic connection to either woman, but it was no use. If they were going to save them, they needed a direct approach.
“Jean, I’ve got an idea,” said Scott.
“Good, because I can’t reach their minds,” she said with one hand on her temple. “There’s too much psychic static.”
“Then, we’ll have to reach them another way,” he said. “Rogue and Carol are trapped in a loop. If what we’re seeing is a product of their minds, then Rogue is stuck absorbing Carol’s power and Marcus is how she’s keeping her subdued.”
“That appears to be the case,” said Jean. “Psychic constructs tend to feed on vivid memories.”
“And Rogue picked the worst possible one,” added Scott. “So if we’re to get them out of the loop, we need to break it. But we need to do it at the same time.”
The former X-Men leader in him had already crafted a plan. With time now a factor, according to Tony, they didn’t have time to hesitate. Scott began flying closer, braving more energy bolts along the way. Jean remained close, trusting her husband’s tactical skills, even in a chaotic mindscape.
“I’m going to reach out to Carol,” he said. “If Marcus is the block, I need to remove it. But I doubt it’ll work if Rogue keeps craving her power.”
“Then, I guess it’s up to me to convince her to stop,” Jean surmised.
“You’ve always been very persuasive, Jean,” said Scott, “with or without telepathy. See if you can convince her. That might be the only way.”
“I’ll assume it is.”
They exchanged one last glance of confidence. They didn’t have time to wish each other luck. They just shared a brief thought of love and encouragement before flying off in different directions.
While Scott flew through more outbursts from Carol, Jean made her way to the top of the Psyche Magnetron. Rogue showed no signs of letting up. She kept drawing more and more of Carol’s power. She also showed no signs of wanting to stop.
“Rogue! Anna Marie!” Jean called out. “Can you hear me? You need to stop this!”
“No! Can’t stop!” she said, not even looking towards her. “Need…more power!”
“Please! Don’t you see what you’re doing? To yourself? To Ms. Marvel?”
“Ah…can’t. Ah…won’t.”
Jean braved more blinding energy as she tried to get closer to Rogue. Down below, she sensed Scott nearing Carol, who remained under Marcus’ lustful grasp.
“You are mine, Carol. You are mine!” he proclaimed as he fucked Carol harder.
“Marcus,” Carol gasped, already on the brink of another orgasm, “I am…”
“No! You’re not!” Scott shouted.
That caught Marcus off-guard. It caught Rogue off-guard, as well.
The glowing energy around her flickered. The Psyche Magnetron shuddered, but the energy kept flowing. Jean sensed Carol showing more signs of resistance. She also sensed Rogue fighting to hold onto the energy.
“No! It can’t…stop. I need this…this power!” said Rogue.
“Why is that, Rogue? Why do you need it?” asked Jean, putting up powerful barriers to protect herself from the energy.
“Because I…mah momma and Ah…need it,” she stammered.
“Need and want are two different things,” Jean told her. “This power isn’t yours. And taking it is hurting someone…someone who did you no harm. Are you willing to inflict this on someone? Is that the kind of person you are?”
Rogue didn’t reply. She showed more signs of struggle, her expression shifting erratically as though she couldn’t think straight. Jean reached out, offering her hand as a means of escape. Rogue didn’t seem inclined to take it, but she also didn’t seem inclined to make an innocent person suffer. Even if she was a member of the Brotherhood of Mutants, she didn’t come off as someone that devious.
Rogue’s struggle found its way to Carol. She showed more signs of resistance. She started pushing back against Marcus, who didn’t stop fucking her. He even tried doing it harder, forcing his lips onto hers to silence her. That was when Scott made his move.
“That’s not how you treat a woman!” he yelled.
Tapping into his Phoenix powers, he unleashed an optic blast that hit Marcus right in the head. However, it didn’t knock him off Carol. It only distracted him briefly. He looked up towards Scott, but kept Carol pinned, still holding her arms to the floor.
“Go away!” Marcus demanded. “Can’t you see? She is mine? She wants this!”
“Is that true, Carol?” Scott asked intently. “Let me ask you a question, Carol…one I doubt Marcus has ever asked. What do you want?”
The power of that question shook the very foundations of the surrounding mindscape. Jean sensed it impact Rogue as well, who started clutching her head in distress. She knew what Scott was doing. For a scarred mind, it wasn’t possible to pull them out of such a deep trap. Their best bet was to help that mind save itself.
Carol Danvers – an Air Force pilot, an astronaut, and an Avenger – was stronger than most. Marcus Immortus made her question that through his manipulations. Now, Scott was reminding her of the answer. Even as the Psyche Magnetron grew more unstable, the energy flow becoming more erratic, Scott remained close the chaos. That didn’t stop Marcus, who kept fucking her harder and harder. He was about to blast him again.
Then, Carol finally locked eyes with Scott. At that same moment, Rogue’s expression changed too. The mindscape trembled again as another upheaval took hold.
“I know what I want…and it’s not this!” Carol yelled, finally sounding like her old self.
In a burst of energy that caused part of the Psyche Magnetron to blow apart, she pushed Macus off her. He let out an angry cry before landing a dozen feet away. It finally allowed Carol to reassert control of herself.
Now panting heavily, still naked and with Marcus’ sexual fluids dripping down her inner thighs, she stammered to her feet. Scott stood by her, but kept his distance. She didn’t seek his help. She just narrowed her gaze on Marcus, her once amorous daze turning to focused hatred.
“Not again. Never again,” Carol said.
“No!” shouted Marcus, already on his feet, still naked and very aroused. “I made you mine, Carol. Don’t you remember? I love you! And you loved me!”
“You tricked me! You used me!” Carol yelled. “That’s not love!”
“But it can be! It must be!” Marcus yelled back.
“You heard the lady, Marcus. She doesn’t want you,” said Scott, stepping out in front of Carol to attack.
He was about to fire another optic blast. Marcus would’ve deserved far worse. Even Rogue seemed to sense that. Jean already saw tears in her eyes upon hearing what Carol endured. It helped affirm that, as much as she wanted that power, she was not willing to hurt someone else that much to get it.
However, just as Scott was about to attack, Carol rose to her feet with renewed strength. Then, she stepped out in front of the former X-Men leader.
“No, Cyclops,” Carol said. “That won’t hurt him. But I know what will.”
Then, in an act clearly intended to break Marcus’ heart, she turned around, threw her arms around Scott, and kissed him on the lips. It caught Scott by surprise, but he sensed how much she wanted it. In the interest of helping her reassert control, he returned the gesture and kissed back. Carol even jumped up into his arms, threw her legs around his waist, and hungrily pawed at his chest.
“Hey there, handsome. Want to have sex?” she asked with a seductive grin.
“Um…is that what you want?” asked Scott with a surprised, but humored grin.
“Yes! I want it. I really, really want it!”
“Well, since this is your mind…”
Scott didn’t finish. He resumed kissing Carol. In doing so, his Phoenix uniform dissolved, rendering him as naked as her. His penis quickly became erect, as if directly powered by Carol’s new desires. Scott gladly accommodated them, grabbing hold of her waist and guiding her hips as she lowered her pussy onto her dick.
“Oohhh yes!” Carol exclaimed. “This is what I want! A real dick…from a real man!”
Had it not happened so quickly, Jean might have laughed hysterically. She wasn’t sure whether Carol knew that she and Scott had a very open marriage, but she got the sense it was more an attack on Marcus than just her jumping a married man’s bone. Whatever the case, Marcus’ reaction was as extreme as it was hilarious.
“Carol…this isn’t you,” he said in shock. “You are not this kind of woman!”
“Mmm…I disagree,” said Scott, his voice muffled by Carol’s fervent kissing.
“This is me, Marcus!” Carol proclaimed while moaning in delight. “This is what I want…what I choose!”
She laughed joyously, achieving orgasm as she rode Scott’s dick with a more genuine desire. She rocked her hips hard and threw her head back as she came, making it so Marcus saw her face. It was as if to show him how a woman looked like when she climaxed willingly. Scott certainly didn’t seem to mind. He even encouraged her, holding her up in his arms so that she could freely hump him as much as she wanted.
That sent Marcus over the edge. Just as the Psyche Magnetron started to break down, he erupted in a blind rage.
“That’s enough!” he yelled. “I will end this! I will make you mind once more!”
He was prepared to attack Scott and Carol, even as they fucked with more vigor. Then, Rogue made a move of her own. Looking back towards Jean, she finally took her hand.
“No. You won’t!” she said.
In a choice every bit as fateful as Carol’s, she closed her eyes and stepped out of the energy field. Jean helped guide her, flying her out in a halo of Phoenix-shaped fire. As soon as they escaped, the Psyche Magnetron crumbled and Marcus was buried under it.
“Nooo!” Marcus yelled.
“Oohhh yes!” Carol said, climaxing again just in time to see him disappear.
At that fateful moment, with Rogue having made her choice and Carol enjoying the fruits of hers, the entire mindscape dissolved in a burst of glowing light. From the deepest depths of this wounded psyche, an empowered mind awoke.
Avengers Mansion – Medical Bay
“She’s waking up! Keep it steady, Hank!” yelled the urgent voice of Tony Stark.
“Stand back! I’m lowering the containment field!” replied an equally-urgent Hank Pym.
The room shook. The lights flickered. Burst of energy shot out in all directions. By the time Carol Danvers finally opened her eyes, much of the medical bay was already a mess. It only ended when she emerged from her comatose state and reasserted control.
“I did it…again,” she said in a raspy voice.
For the second time, she’d escaped the grasp of Marcus Immortus. This time had been arduous in a very different way, but every bit as cathartic. It also might have been more destructive.
She awoke to a chaotic scene, but not nearly as chaotic as the one she’d just escaped. The area around her bed had been charred by her energy bursts. The area around Rogue’s containment chamber was even worse. It looked like an area the Hulk had stormed through in a hurry. She appeared to be okay, but still only half-conscious.
“Hnn…all that power,” she groaned.
“Speak for yourself,” Carol muttered.
As she rose up in her bed, she saw Tony and Hank kneeling near a control console that was partially wrecked. She also saw Scott Summers and Jean Grey-Summers near them, looking somewhat dazed as well. However, once they saw her awake and alert, they cast her a smile. Carol smiled back, although seeing Scott made her blush.
“Carol! You’re awake and in one piece,” said Tony Stark. “That’s a victory by my standards.”
“Those are some standards,” said Hank, shaking his head and cleaning himself off from debris.
“Yeah…I’m okay, guys,” said Carol while rubbing her head. “I needed a long nap anyways.”
“And your sense of humor is in one piece too,” said Jean. “That’s a good sign.”
“Yeah…relatively speaking.”
Everyone needed a moment to catch their breath and process the situation. Scott and Jean gathered themselves, looking mentally exhausted from the ordeal. Tony and Hank seemed relieved and restless. Their only concern at this point was cleaning and repairing the medical bay.
However, after what she’d seen and experienced, Carol doubted it would be as easy for her. She’d been in a bad place before her encounter with Rogue. Her status with the Avengers had been tenuous ever since they found out that Marcus Immortus had manipulated her. Her latest ordeal had re-opened old scars and formed a few new ones. It left her with more critical decisions to make, but new opportunities to pursue.
“If it’s all the same to you guys, I’m going to need some time to collect myself here,” said Carol a she rubbed her throbbing head.
“Of course,” said Tony. “Take all the time you need. We kept your room the same…minus the closet full of Hawkeye’s old circus costumes.”
“Thanks,” she said with a half-smile. “I’ll also need a shower…a long, cold shower.”
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