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Summary: See Previous Chapters.
A/N:
in the comics, Amanda is a sorceress. It is not mentioned in X-Men: Evolution,
but I put it in anyway.
To the Victor…
Chapter
Eight
Like Rogue had suggested, the Brotherhood (and their
guests/captives) had moved from Bayville into a small mansion owned by
Irene/Destiny and one of Mystiques alter-identities. Having a pre-cog on your
side was invaluable when investing in the stock market.
They had also spent the past week or so planning the
rescue, which would be put into action tomorrow. There was some trepidation
over what would happen after the X-Men were rescued, but everything was finally
in place. Mastermind was being left behind as (probably ineffectual) back-up if
Xavier tried anything, and to change Sunspot’s memories at the first
opportunity.
Mastermind had not been very keen on helping them, but
had discovered the hard way that the Brotherhood women did not possess great
amounts of patience, and that while his illusions could fool the mind, they had
no effect on the senses, allowing Rahne to track him down.
Rogue and Mystique had not been thrilled to learn that
Tabitha had also been captured, and would be amongst the rescued. Rogue was a
good leader, taking her Team-mate’s opinions into consideration, but she was
also proud, and did not appreciate having her authority questioned just for the
sake of it. In direct opposition, Tabitha preferred
‘Partners-in-Crime/-Troublemaking/-mischief/-General Chaos’ to ‘Team-mates’ and
did not respond well to authority of any kind.
Apparently, there had been a somewhat vicious
power-play between Rogue and Tabitha over ‘Queen of the Roost’ while Boom-Boom
had been with the Brotherhood. Rogue had emerged the victor, but Tabitha had
never learned the meaning of the phrase ‘Quit while you’re ahead’, deliberately
getting on Rogue’s nerves with her attitude and blatant refusal to follow
orders.
It had probably been a good thing that Wanda and
Mystique had shown up when they did, before Tabitha pissed Rogue off one too
many times and someone had gotten seriously hurt.
It reminded Rahne of the phrase ‘When two women rule a hearth, the thatch may burn with the sparks
flying’
Everyone had agreed that no-one would get left behind,
but none of them were looking forward to having Boom-Boom back, and quietly
resolved that if push came to shove between relocating the X-Men and relocating
Boom-Boom, they were getting rid of Tabby first.
* * * * * *
Kitty, Jean and Amara really wished that the
Brotherhood would rescue the X-Men and get it over with. Then maybe the
Brotherhood Boys could turn their limited attentions to something other than
using and abusing the X-Girls.
Worse still, Something had
apparently happened to brainwash Kurt and Rahne, who now looked at them with
undisguised hatred, when they bothered to notice the other girls at all.
At the moment, Amanda was doing some last-minute magic
practice with Wanda, and Rahne was with Rogue, doing who knew what.
Kurt, on the other hand, had joined the other boys in
a final gang-rape session before they left to retrieve the others. Amara had
asked why he couldn’t just fuck Amanda, and had received a vicious blow to the
stomach and the reply that while Amanda was special enough to wait for the
right time, the X-Girls were only sluts to be used whenever the Brotherhood
wanted.
Right now, he was sharing Kitty with Lance, while Jean
was used by the other boys and Amara trembled in a corner.
Lance was fucking Kitty’s ass, while Kurt’s tail
plunged in and out of her cunt. Knowing that pleading with Lance was an
exercise in futility, Kitty prayed that Kurt would be more receptive. “Please
Kurt, don’t do this! We were friends, I never did
anything to hurt you! You’re siding with the Brotherhood and they don’t even
care!”
Kitty was cut off as Kurt slapped her hard across the
face, “Liar! You called me a freak
because I looked different! You stood and watched while Summers
trapped my Muzzer in Area 51! You betrayed my sister but pretended to be her
friend! The
Brotherhood mean more than you ever will, you worthless slut!”
Kurt’s tail pulled out of her and wrapped around her
neck, tightening around her airway as he forced himself inside her. Kitty
screamed as she was filled in both entrances, the two boys pounding inside her.
Lance gave a cold laugh close to her ear. “It’s useless, Pretty Kitty. You’ll
find no mercy here.”
Lance pulled Kitty’s arms above her head, lifting her
into the air. Forced to rely on the two boys for balance, Kitty wrapped her
legs around Kurt. Letting go of Kitty’s arms, Lance moved his hands down to her
hips.
The young X-Girl’s arms
also wrapped around Kurt as he laughed.
“Look at her, Lance. She’s practically begging us for it, wrapped around me
like this.”
Kitty could almost feel Lance grinning behind her as
he pulled her hips down hard onto them. “Let’s give it to her then, shall we?”
Kitty screamed again as they turned her around and
switched places, Lance claiming her lips as he thrust inside her and Kurt
groping her breasts from behind. Kitty felt their hands wandering over her,
grasping her hips to lift her up, then let gravity
pull her back onto their cocks even harder.
Lance lifted Kitty up even higher, leaning down to
kiss her nipple, which caused her to moan loudly as he hit a bruise. “That’s a
good girl, Pretty Kitty. Moan like the slut you are.”
Kitty knew better than to reply. All she could do was
cry silent tears as she was used, whimpering slightly as Kurt bit her neck, or
Lance reached down to pinch her clit. She hated this, hated it with all of her
being, but she knew that she had no choice. Exhausted from near-constant attention,
Kitty allowed herself to go limp as they passed her between them.
Kurt and Lance finished inside of her with a grunt and
released her, letting Kitty slide to the floor.
Kurt stood and redressed. “I am going to find Amanda.
I vill be back later for Magma.”
Kitty lay where she had fallen, barely able to move.
There would be no escape from this, Kitty realized. No one would come to rescue
them, and it was foolish to think that the Brotherhood didn’t have plans for
the X-Men once they were retrieved.
Rahne and Kurt had had something done to them, and
would not help them. In fact, they were more likely to watch or participate in
whatever was causing the X-Girls’ suffering.
Her best hope was to go along with whatever they
wanted. Lance had already proven that he liked it rough, and he was the one
that she had to keep happy. Lance could be very possessive, and if she could
keep him focused solely on her, perhaps he would be less keen to have all of
the others use her as well.
* * * * * *
Nearby, Jean was in difficulties of her own. She could
see Kitty’s rape from the corner of her eye, but was helpless to do anything
about it.
Jean was trapped between Toad and Pietro, one each in
her pussy and her ass. Blob stood next to them, forcing the tall red-head to
suck him off while she was raped.
Jean wondered if the Brotherhood would ever tire of
hurting and raping the three X-girls.
She also wondered if there would be any lasting
physical side effects to go along with the mental trauma.
The Brotherhood boys had not bothered using
protection, and just one time (let alone the many that Jean had lost count of)
would be enough to get her pregnant. All the X-Girls had been on the pill, but
the Brotherhood had not seen fit to have them continue. She had been feeling
ill and started throwing up several days ago, but it had stopped when Blob had
hit her hard in the stomach three days ago for resisting him.
And she had reason to worry. A few days ago, the girls
had held a small meeting, after which Kitty had screwed up her courage and
approached Rogue, figuring that she was the least likely to be killed if Rogue
was annoyed. Knowing that the near-constant rape was almost certain to result
in at least one pregnancy, Kitty had asked to use the medical equipment that
Mystique had “acquired” from the Institute to see if she was pregnant. It would
have been easier to buy a pregnancy test, but Rogue didn’t see the need for
them, as none of the Brotherhood females would be using them any time in the
near future. Rogue still couldn’t control her powers (nor had she appreciated
the reminder; her response to that had not been a fun experience), and neither
Wanda nor Mystique were currently interested in anyone.
Either way, Rogue had consented, although she insisted
on someone being with Kitty at all times. The results had come back for all
three sex-girls. Jean had been pregnant, but had lost the child before she
began to show. Amara was not pregnant, but that could easily change. To Kitty’s
intense relief, however, the results had indicated that she was barren. While
she originally would have liked children, she couldn’t deny that this was a
relief.
Jean and Amara, on the other hand, were very worried.
Kurt left to go back into the house, and Jean gasped
as she felt Pietro speed up. In this case, speed up meant using his powers, and
she barely held back a scream at the terrible friction it caused. Meanwhile,
Toad used the opportunity to grab her breasts, massaging them roughly, and Blob
pushed himself even deeper into her mouth, nearly choking her.
Forcing herself to focus on Blob, Jean twisted her
upper torso and pulled back from him slightly. Wrapping both hands around him, Jean sucked with renewed vigor, hoping to make Blob
prefer it this way to having her deep-throat him.
Luckily, this seemed acceptable to Blob, as he didn’t
force her to take any more. He did start to speed up, however, as did Toad. She
didn’t think she could take it if Pietro went any faster, it already felt like
her bum was about to catch fire from the speed.
When she finally felt as though she would pass out,
they simultaneously exploded inside her. Feeling her insides get plastered with
their sperm, Jean again sent up a prayer that she wouldn’t fall pregnant.
Staggering to her feet as they released her, Jean
wobbled over to where Kitty lay, collapsing beside her.
* * * * * *
Kurt had returned, and Amara was terrified. The most
she had been forced to handle so far was Toad and Blob at the same time, but
now she was suffering under the attentions of all five boys.
Blob lay on his back beneath her,
cheerfully fucking her ass, while Pietro and Kurt had managed to force both of
their dicks into her vagina, despite her tears and screams of pain. Lance was
on one side of her, Toad on the other, and she was alternating between sucking
each of them.
Tears of pain rolled down her face, sobs muffled by
the two cocks in her mouth. In a mixed blessing, Pietro pulled out of her cunt,
but relocated to her chest. Laying his dick in the hollow between her breasts,
he pushed them together and started fucking her that way.
Amara had the feeling that her breasts were going to
be even more sore than usual, with the friction caused by Pietro’s speed, not
to mention that his metabolism helped him recover faster than normal. This had
been proven during the period that Amanda and Kurt had been away, when
Quicksilver had fucked her hard for three straight hours before leaving.
Amara had no illusions that she could convince the
Brotherhood to stop, and settled for closing her eyes and trying to ignore the
pain, hoping that they would get it over with quickly.
Her eyes snapped open again when Lance and Toad grew
tired of doing it all the work themselves and gave a simultaneous and very hard
thrust, choking her and threatening to dislocate her jaw. Amara went back to
sucking them, taking them as deep within her mouth as was comfortable.
Pietro had fallen into a pattern of going as fast as
possible until her breasts were about to start smoking, then backing off for a
little while, then speeding up again. If her mouth hadn’t been already
occupied, Amara was sure that her screaming would be heard the next state over.
Blob was at least consistent, keeping up a steady, but
excruciating, pace as he used her ass. He was starting to move faster, though,
letting her hope that he would finish soon.
She felt Lance and Toad begin to harden in her mouth
and sent up a prayer to the old Gods of her people, begging for a reprieve once
the Brotherhood had finished.
They had apparently heard her, as her mental plea was
cut of mid-word by Blob filling her ass to overflowing, closely followed by the
other boys.
They moved away from her, while Kitty and Jean made
their cautious way closer. There was a terrible moment when it almost seemed as
though the boys would start up again, but Mystique’s voice calling from
upstairs drew them away, much to the girls’ relief.
* * * * * *
It was nearing sundown and the Brotherhood, plus
Amanda, Kurt and Rahne, had returned to the Bayville Boarding House. They were
now lined up in the living room, dressed for battle. Kitty, Jean and Amara were
taken to the Groundskeeper’s house and locked in the basement behind a barred
and re-enforced door. With Mastermind on watch and the suppression collars on
high, they were not going anywhere.
Rahne was dressed in her new uniform, made of a
flexible black material, and with a stylized steel wolf outlined against a full
moon on the belt.
Amanda, by contrast, was in pale blue, with a matching
cape and a headdress that kept her long hair back and
made her look like a sorceress out of legend.
The Brotherhood were dressed in their usual uniforms,
and looked perfectly calm as they waited for Mystique.
The blue shape-shifter made her appearance, leading
them all outside. They would be meeting Magneto’s Acolytes at the Institute,
and borrowing the X-Jet to get to the Base where the X-Men were being held,
also using it as their ‘Getaway Vehicle’, to quote Toad. Rahne shifted fully
into her wolf-form, taking off for the Institute at a run. Pietro lifted his
sister into his arms and followed, slightly slower than his usual blur. Kurt
and Amanda disappeared with a bamf.
Mystique shifted into some sort of dragon to carry the others. Mystique lifted
Lance and Toad and took off, followed by Rogue, tapping into Storm’s ability to
ride the winds, borrowing Blob’s own strength to take him with her.
* * * * * *
They landed softly a few miles away from the base.
The information that Kurt, Rahne and Mystique had
gathered was very helpful in avoiding the guards, although there were several
casualties. Given the way that they had been talking about the mutant captives,
however, no one was too distressed.
Relieving the fallen guards of their keys, the
Brotherhood continued on.
They came across where Storm and Wolverine were being
held first, Xavier in a room next door. Luckily for those concerned, the serum
that Mystique, Rahne and Kurt had heard about seemed to be starting to wear
off. Rogue tapped into Magneto’s power of magnetism and yanked the syringe away
from the doctor who was about to administer a second dose.
Blob and Mystique, least likely to be injured should
Wolverine attack, entered the lab to free the two captive mutants, carefully
staying out of range. They also retrieved the drug that the Humans had been
using, along with a suppression/knock-out drug to keep him docile if necessary.
Thankfully, Wolverine’s base instinct’s seemed to
include ‘Protecting his Pack’, so when Storm and Xavier were freed, the
Brotherhood simply handed them over to Wolverine, who was gradually turning
back to Logan, and let him deal with getting the three of them out.
No one particularly wanted to be around if Wolverine
decided to think of them as a threat.
* * * * * *
Up ahead of the group, Rogue was whispering with
Mystique.
“Ah felt Xavier trying to probe us, even when he was
unconscious. Ah don’t know if even mah mental blocks could stand up forever
under his constant probing. We can’t take the chance of him finding out, even if
it does cost us in getting hold of Xavier’s technology.”
Mystique nodded. “We will just have to go back to the
mansion when possible and find any blueprints that way. The adults won’t have
gotten out yet, I’ll lead some guards in that
direction, and make it a priority that they shoot Xavier to kill.”
Rogue agreed. “Ah’ll lead the others. We’ll split up
when we find the containment cells, so just latch onto one of the groups.”
* * * * * *
With the three senior mutants on their way out of the
base, the Brotherhood (minus Mystique) went in search of the rest of the X-Men.
Several minutes later found them in a lab marked
‘Research’. Gambit and Pietro were detailed to download all the information
that they could find, and then destroy the rest of the research. No sense in
leaving anything for the Humans to recover, after all, and they were the most
able to gather and destroy information and get back to the rest of the group
the fastest.
Finally, they found their way to the Mutant
Containment Area. Amanda, Quicksilver, Blob and Toad were sent to find and free
any other non-brainwashed mutants in the base, with the Acolytes to kill any brainwashed
ones, while Lance’s localized earthquake broke the X-Men’s prison door down.
Kurt and Rahne entered first, to hopefully stop the
X-Men from attacking first and questioning second, followed by Rogue, Wanda and
Lance.
Roberto saw them first. “Rahne!
Are you all right? You have to get out of here before the guards come back!” He
caught sight of Rogue, Wanda, Lance and Mystique. “What are they doing here?”
Rahne rolled her eyes. “Helping us rescue you,
obviously. Let’s go.”
She pulled out the keys that they had taken from the
guards, and swiped one down the keypad next to Roberto’s cell. The clear panel
swished open and she pulled Roberto out.
Rogue tapped into Kitty’s powers and phased through
the controls to the Morlock Callisto’s cell. Callisto seemed almost glad that
Rogue offered no further assistance, and followed her out.
Wanda threw a hex at Beast’s cell. The field
flickered, and then vanished, letting him out.
Kurt Bamfed in and out of Tabitha’s cell.
Boom-Boom looked ready to say something, but a swift tap from Rogue shut her
up.
Rogue formed a bomb in her hand and threw it at the
controls next to Sam’s cell. He gave her a smile and a nod as he took her
gloved hand. “Thanks Rogue.”
Rogue gave what could have been a smile, and threw
another bomb at Cyclops’s door, slightly harder than was strictly necessary.
Rahne had been observing the area and now pointed out
the control box for the cells as a whole. Lance didn’t look too upset at the
less than gentle thud as he dropped
Scott and aimed an earthquake at it, a piece of falling rock taking out the
box.
Callisto helped Evan out as Amanda poked her head in
the door. “We have trouble. Someone got alerted by the earthquake.”
Rogue looked at her team, ignoring Tabitha’s inaudible
remark. “Lance, Wanda, go hold them off. Blob can carry some of the others if
necessary. Wanda, tell your brother that Ah need him to scout ahead and fahnd
the best route back to the entrance. Bam-Bam, shut up.”
The Goth girl looked around. “It’s time to go, do we
have everyone?”
Bobby helped Jubilee to her feet. “The Professor,
Storm and Wolverine, they’re being held somewhere else…”
Rahne nodded, “We already got them. Anyone
else?”
Apparently not. Rogue turned back to the door, “Good. Come on.”
The Mutants exited just in time to see Lance throw a
well-aimed punch at a guard as another fell to Wanda’s hex bolts. Quicksilver
sped to a stop in front of Rogue, “Guards coming from both directions. Less
coming from behind us, but the best way out is forward.”
From where she was supporting Scott, Rogue raised an
eyebrow at Lance and Wanda. Lance shrugged, Wanda considered a moment. “We need
to get out of here fast. If we have Blob and Toad keeping an eye on the
X-Geeks, we can defiantly take the guards.”
Rogue gave a faint acknowledgement. “Amanda, send a
locating spell to guide us out. Lance, block off our retreat, then help me with
Summers.”
Lance clenched a fist, bringing down the hall behind
them and moving toward Rogue. Tabitha chose this moment to decide that she had
been quiet long enough and wanted to flirt. “You sure he has to help Scott? I’m
not feeling to steady myself.”
Lance gave Rogue an almost imploring look of keep her away from me. Rogue replied to
Tabitha through clenched teeth. “Get one of your X-pals to help you, then.
No-one gets left behahnd, tempting as it is.”
Scott kept silent until Rogue had taken Rahne to join
Mystique heading the way out, before giving Lance a raised eyebrow. “Since when
do you follow orders, Alvers? Especially from someone who isn’t you?”
Lance waited for Rogue’s indication that all was
clear, then sighed and motioned them onward. “Basic rule of self-preservation
in the Brotherhood: If the girls agree, don’t disagree.”
* * * * * *
The small group made their way out of the base. They
had nearly mad it to the exit when they were intercepted by a large troop of
guards.
Preparing for a fight, the Brotherhood jumped when
several guards were lifted into the air by an invisible force, where they were
hit by a blast of electricity. Turning to look at the source, they saw a pair
of twin girls. One had opened a fuse box and was absorbing the electric energy
with one hand and shooting it at the guards with the other. The other twin had
stepped into the shadows, which seemed to writhe and coil around her as she
extended her hand at another three guards. The one channeling electricity
shifted her aim, hitting the guards that her sister lifted as the first guards
dropped to the ground.
Seeing this, several other newly freed mutants joined
in with alarming enthusiasm.
A mutant with blue skin and white hair gestured, and a
fire hydrant exploded in a geyser of water, flying at the guards and hitting one
in the head, while many others were thrown back by the force of the water.
A little boy of perhaps five or six turned his body
into granite and charged, followed by a slightly older girl who was throwing
fire.
A woman in her thirties lifted a hand; one of the
bigger guards was twisted into a human pretzel.
In surprisingly short order, the guards were either
unconscious or painfully out of commission, and the group continued toward the
exit.
Emerging into the cool night, Rahne managed to sniff
out the Senior X-Men and lead the Brotherhood and Younger X-Men to them.
The guards that had been tricked by Mystique had aimed
well. Xavier had been killed before Wolverine could eliminate all of the
guards, and Storm had received a gunshot to the arm, slowing her reaction time.
The Brotherhood lead everyone back to the X-Jet,
letting Storm pilot in the hopes of a smoother ride, since most of the group
was stuck standing. Those mutants whose powers allowed them
to fly or move like Quicksilver did so, carrying others if possible.
A powerful earthquake from Lance and a
hex-bolt-enhanced cherry-bomb about the size of a beach-ball from Rogue reduced
the base to so much rubble as Mystique punched in the co-ordinates to the new
Brotherhood House, and they took off.
* * * * * *
It was nearly mid-morning when the X-Jet landed on the
front lawn, but instead of the X-Men going to the new Brotherhood House like
the other rescued mutants; they were directed to a smaller building that looked
like it had once been a groundskeeper’s house. To their credit, the X-Men only
exchanged a few discreetly curious looks. Unfortunately, however, Rahne saw it,
and pointed it out to Rogue, who sent them one of her infamous Death Glares.
“Something any of you wanted to say?”
Tabitha replied in her usual boisterous way. “Yeah,
just wondering, why aren’t we staying with you?”
Rogue muttered something that sounded suspiciously
like ‘Why did we save her again?’ and then replied in a louder voice. “We
rescued you because you idiots are mutants too, and because Ah wouldn’t leave
mah worst enemy somewhere lahke that, no matter what they did.” This was
accompanied by a nasty look at Cyclops, who winced at the obvious jibe. Rogue
had come very close to draining him when she had recovered from Area 51 and
found out what had happened to Mystique. Wolverine had grabbed her from behind
just in time. “Y’all ain’t staying with us because Ah don’t trust any of ya as
far as a newborn babe could throw a mountain. As for you, Bam-Bam, Ah think that it’s in everyone’s best interest if you stay
out of mah way. Don’t you?”
Tabitha scowled at the other girl. “Whatever
you say, Skunk-head.”
If looks could kill, Rogue’s returning glare would
have wiped out a small town. The Brotherhood started to edge away. “We had this
one out last tahme you were here, Smith. You want to stay, you listen to what
Ah tell you. If you don’t lahke it, you’re free to leave. We rescued y’all, but
that doesn’t mean we have to keep ya.”
Tabitha looked ready to throw a bomb, but was stopped
by Sam, who gave her a Look, before turning to face Rogue. “Thanks for all
you’ve done for us, Rogue. We appreciate it.”
Rogue’s Glare didn’t lessen as she acknowledged him.
“Don’t thank me yet.” She turned and began walking back to the Brotherhood
House, calling over her shoulder, “Blob, Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver, Avalanche,
make sure none of them wander off by ‘mistake’ on the way to their temporary
lodgings.”
* * * * * *
They were escorted to the smaller house by the four
Brotherhood Mutants, accompanied by Amara and Jean, who had practically flown
into Scott’s arms. Kurt, Kitty and Rahne, however, did not join them. When asked
about this, Jean and Amara had scowled, saying that Kurt and Rahne had all but
joined the Brotherhood, and were at least lodging with them. Of Kitty, they
made no mention. The Brotherhood had refused to take their suppression collars
off, repeating Rogue’s reasoning of not trusting the X-Men.
This, of course, along with Kitty, Rahne and Kurt’s
obvious absence, had gone down much akin to a lead balloon, with Scott and
Roberto demanding to know what had brought that on, Logan with his claws
out, and Storm trying to calm everyone down.
Jean sighed. “Not long after the Board Meeting, the
Brotherhood house was attacked by an anti-mutant mob. Rogue came to where they
were holding us and said that we had to choose a side; to help them fight or to
stay out of it.”
She paused to breathe and regain control of herself,
as Roberto burst out, “So what happened then? Was anyone hurt?”
Jean’s reply was interrupted by Blob and Toad entering,
along with several bags of food. Blob set his down on the table as Toad
answered the question. “Well, the mob didn’t come out of it so good, but none
of us were hurt besides a few bruises. Rahne and Kurt fought along side us
because we didn’t want the possibility of the Brotherhood losing and us being
lynched by the Humans. A few days after that, we moved here before they could
regroup.”
Trying to avoid further arguments, Toad turned back
toward the door, indicating the bags that he and Blob had brought. “Rogue sent
down some food, obviously.”
Roberto stood up. “Where’s Rahne, I want to talk with
her.”
Toad looked over his shoulder. “She’s eating with the
Brotherhood. If you feel like being civil, you can probably join us.”
Roberto found himself pinned by Looks from the other
X-Men, but squared his shoulders. He wanted to see Rahne, disapproval be
damned.
Following Toad and Blob, he didn’t notice them looking
to see if anyone else was around, nor did he see Mastermind sneaking up behind
them…
* * * * * *
Newly planted memories matching Rahne and Kurt’s,
Roberto entered the kitchen where the rest of the Brotherhood was eating a late
lunch.
Seeing him, Rahne lit up like a Christmas tree as she
indicated the seat next to her. At one end of the table, Wanda was talking with
Mystique and ignoring Pietro, while Amanda sat next to Kurt, both laughing at
something Rogue had said. Blob and Toad sat a short distance away from the
others, largely because of Toad’s smell and Blob being the only one willing to
tolerate it.
To Roberto’s surprise, Kitty was also there, her naked
state drawing leers from the male percentage of the table as she knelt beside
Lance’s chair, eyes meekly lowered. She flinched when Lance reached down to
squeeze her breast, but didn’t protest as he pulled her head into his lap. She
wriggled into a more comfortable position between his legs and took him into
her mouth.
Smiling at Rahne as he sat beside her, Roberto
accepted a dish of vegetables from Wanda. Taking some for his plate, he passed
it onto Rahne “What’s Shadowcat doing here, aside from the obvious? I thought
that the X-Men were supposed to be staying at the Groundskeepers house.”
Handing the vegetables over to Amanda, Rahne whispered
back, “They are, but the Brotherhood decided that some of the X-Girls needed an
attitude adjustment while they were here and the rest were in captivity, Lance
just hasn’t decided whether to send Kitty back or not. She treated him like
dirt, now he’s doing the same to her.”
Roberto nodded, he hadn’t
forgotten how the X-Men had treated both Rahne and himself. “So they were used
as sex-slaves? Serves them right, I hope they suffered. You look pretty
comfortable here, though.”
Rahne nodded. “I love it. They are treating me like
proper family, and Rogue and Wanda are training me to join the Brotherhood for
real. They fight dirty and taught me a few really good tricks. I probably have
a decent chance of taking down a few of the X-Men by myself now.”
Roberto grinned at her. “That’s excellent, Rahne! Um,
about joining the Brotherhood, do you think they might have one more vacancy?”
Rahne smiled again, but blushed slightly. “Probably. But with all the new mutants here, there is a
distinct lack of room until we get everything sorted out. You don’t mind
sharing with me, do you?”
Share rooms with Rahne? Roberto had no problems
whatsoever with that! In reply, he let a slow, suggestive smirk curve his lips.
Rahne blushed deeper and hit him on the arm.
* * * * * *
Rahne and Roberto held hands as they followed Rogue,
Kurt, Lance and Wanda down to the Groundskeepers house.
The Acolytes had returned to Magneto (actually, Rogue
had ordered them to shove off before she did something painful to them, like
draining Colossus and beating them to a pulp.) and the other mutants were
settling in nicely. A hot meal, a bath or shower and being able to rest without
fear had done wonders.
Checking on the X-Men again had revealed the X-Men
demanding to see Rahne, Kurt, Roberto and Kitty, convinced that the Brotherhood
was doing something terrible to them.
While it was admittedly true that Kitty was not
receiving the best of treatment, the other three were perfectly well and
content. Still, they went down anyway, if only to shut the X-Men up.
Entering the small dwelling, noise drew the six
mutants to the living room, where the X-Men were apparently gathered.
Rogue entered the room, practically daring anyone to
give her an excuse to take her stress and frustration out on them. Rahne really
couldn’t blame her, she was ready to hit someone
herself. Gambit had that effect on some people.
Rogue met the collective glare with out flinching. “As
ya can see, we haven’t done anything to yer precious team-mates. Ah don’t
suppose ya will shut up now?”
Jean practically shrieked with rage and Rogue
instinctively ducked the potted plant that came flying
at her. It missed and hit Rahne instead, striking the side of her head and
knocking her down. Jean gasped as Rogue quickly knelt by the fallen mutant, and
then turned to look at Jean, her eyes blazing. The red-head paled and ran out
the door. Rogue stood up, gesturing to her team-mates, then followed her.
“Sunspot, take Rahne back up to the house! Summers, come with me! Scarlet
Witch, Avalanche, keep an eye on this lot.”
Catching up with the fleeing redhead, just inside the
tree-line, Rogue drained her just enough to make her fall to the ground,
stealing her powers and making her too weak to stand or resist. Her hope flared
when Scott appeared behind Rogue, but the Goth girl only smirked. “Last chance up, Grey. You tainted mah dreams back in
Bayville, now you’ve hurt one of mah team and you’re trying to ruin mah plans
for the future. Now Ah’m going to do the same to you.”
Scott approached his eyes and face blank. Jean’s heart
sank as she recognized the signs of someone under telepathic influence. She
inwardly cringed as Rogue used her own telekinesis against her, removing her shirt
and bra and rendering her unable to move.
Scott knelt between her legs and began to remove her
pants as Rogue spoke again. ‘Your plans for the future all involve Scott. You
dream of having him make love to you. Rahght now, Ah control him. Ah can make
him hurt you in the worst ways imaginable, and neither of ya can do a thing
about it. Scott will know what is happening, his mind will scream against it,
but he won’t be able to stop what he’ll be doing to ya.”
As Scott discarded her jeans and began to pull off his
own, Jean tried to think of anything that would save her or Scott from the
situation. “You had feelings for Scott once! I know you don’t like me, but why
would you do this to him?”
Rogue sneered. “You think I forgot that he left mah
mother in Area 51? He’s lucky that this is all Ah currently plan on doing to
him! Have fun.”
Jean screamed as Scott forced himself inside her,
thrusting hard. Rogue used her stolen Telekinesis again to move one of Jean’s
legs over Scott’s shoulder and force the other open even wider. Jean felt ready
to cry as her dreams shattered before her mind’s eye. She had dreamed of
sleeping with Scott, but in her dreams he was always aware of the love that
passed between them, gentle and considerate when they moved together, nothing
like the rough and brutal pounding that he was giving her now.
Jean felt stones and small twigs and branches poking
into her back as she was pressed to the forest floor while Scott rode her. His
thrusts were hard, filling her past her limits wit a strength and speed that
made her scream. His hands were rough on her breasts as they bounced from the
fast pace, her breath coming in short gasps. She forced herself to remember
that it was essentially Rogue, not Scott, who was doing this to her, and that
he held no blame in the matter.
Jean screamed again when Scott exploded inside her,
yanking her hips toward him and grinding their bodies together.
Her torment was not yet over, however. Jean was
telekinetically lifted and pulled onto her knees, facing away from Scott. She
felt him brush her hair to one side, kissing her neck as he forced a finger
into her back opening. Jean gasped, her whole body tensing when he added a
second finger, free hand coming up beneath her to play with her breasts.
Scott leaned his upper body forward, forcing Jean to bend
over slightly as he pulled slightly away from her and replaced his fingers with
his dick. One hand covered her mouth when he thrust inside her ass, smothering
a scream.
Scott pulled Jean’s arm across her back, making her
twist around or have it dislocated. Scott’s hand over her mouth was replaced by
his lips while he continued to move inside her, easily avoiding her attempts to
throw him off.
Jean felt herself being telekinetically thrown to the
ground as Scott began to speed up. He grabbed her, wrapping an arm around her
waist as he jerked her body up to meet his, finally spilling inside her abused
body.
He slumped over her for a few moments, then stood up
and re-dressed, walking back to the smaller building where the X-Men were
staying.
Jean didn’t move for several seconds, and then went
looking for her clothes. Rogue came up to her as she dressed, her face neutral.
“Ah warned you before, Grey. Keep your mouth shut and don’t trah to go against
meh. Mah power ain’t absorption, it’s the potential for limitless power. It
won’t matter soon, but Ah don’t suggest that ya trah and tell anyone about
this, telepathic or verbal. If ya do, Ah’ll make sure that ya spend the rest of
your lahfe as a fucking vegetable! Understand?”
Jean sent the other girl a hate-filled glare, but
nodded. Though she would never admit it, she had always subconsciously known
that Rogue had the potential to outclass even Magneto or the Professor in terms
of power, if properly developed, even without her physical fighting skills.
Could she tell the others that to expose Rogue?
No. Everyone underestimated Rogue as just a moody Goth
girl whose mostly-useless power would never let her touch, and whose borrowed
powers faded after a few minutes, and Rogue was more than happy to keep them
under that delusion. None of them had really thought about the potential of
Rogue’s power, how she could find out any information with only a touch, or use
your own powers against you.
For a moment, Jean wondered what it would be like if
Rogue had joined the X-Men, rather than the Brotherhood. Would they be in this
mess, or would things be better?
But there was no use focusing on the ‘what ifs’. Jean
slowly stood up, and followed Scott’s trail back to the house.
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