The Hunt Club

By Jediah Rikane

The following is written for entertainment purposes only, and does not impinge on copyrighted characters in any way.

Writer’s note: For those of you old diehard Marvelites (of whose number I am proud to belong), this tale occurs after the first death of Jean Grey in Uncanny X-men 137 and the events of Avengers Annual 10, but before Uncanny X-men 151, for reasons that will become readily apparent.

December 21st, 3:45pm.

Snow fell in Manhattan as hundreds of people crowded the streets and shops along 5th Avenue. The air was tinged with the special kind of chaos that only lives during the last days before Christmas. It would take an incredible sight to distract shoppers from their last minute quests for the perfect gift. But just such a sight could be found walking out of one of the finer clothing stores on the strip. A tall African woman walked out of the store into the chilly afternoon air. She was a striking figure at nearly six feet, her skin the color of cocoa, her eyes the deepest blue. What was particularly fascinating was her long mane of snow white hair. She walked with a bearing almost regal in nature. She was a fascinating creature in a city of strange creatures. What none of the people around here realized was this woman was a mutant, a species with special abilities beyond normal humans. Mutants and their abilities were known and feared by society. Her particular gift was weather control; she was capable of generating the smallest wind or the fiercest lightning. Her friends knew her by her given name: Ororo Munroe. Some knew her as Storm; a member of the outlaw mutant group called the X-men.

“Finally! It’s over!!”, she thought with exasperation. She had spent the better part of the day finding gifts for her fellow X-men, her second family. Now, her arms filled with packages and bags, she felt quite proud. It had taken some time to find appropriate gifts for all of her friends: A set of paints for Peter, a video collection of Errol Flynn films for Kurt, and a book on Japanese history for Logan. She had spent most of her time searching for a gift for their newest member, Kitty Pryde. It had taken nearly an hour to find the computer game she spent the last few weeks raving about. Not quite seventeen, the girl had only been with them for a few months, but Ororo had almost instantly bonded with her. The death of her dear friend Jean Grey had left a hole in her life that Kitty began to fill. Having accomplished these daunting tasks, she felt confident facing her next harrowing challenge: getting a taxi. She stood near the curb, her arm extended, trying unsuccessfully to attract one of the many taxis that proceeded up the street. After what seemed an hour, a cab finally pulled up to her. She began loading her numerous packages into the car when she felt a rush of air behind her. Turning around she saw that the last bag she had placed on the sidewalk had disappeared. Her head darted from side to side and caught side of a young man running down the street her bag in hand. Her eyes grew wide as she realized he had taken Kitty’s gift! She told the driver to wait and took off after the thief.

“Goddess, he’s fast!” she thought, breathing hard. She’d been chasing him for more than 10 minutes. She’d nearly caught up with him at first, then he saw she was following and picked up speed considerably. He tried to slow her down by knocking several people to the ground in front of her. She briefly considered summoning a strong wind to knock him to the ground but the streets were still littered with people. A few minutes later, his lead began to dwindle as he rounded the corner into an old warehouse district. As she came around the same corner, she saw the man run by a parked police vehicle. “She called out, “Stop that man! He’s taken my bag!” Two uniformed officers sprang out the vehicle and gave chase. The thief had ducked into an alley. The officers followed, Ororo just behind. She saw him trying to scale a fence, trying to get one leg over when the larger of the two officers seized him, throwing him down to the ground. The other officer had drawn his pistol and pointed at the criminal’s head. Stunned, the thief didn’t resist as the officer cuffed his hands behind him.

“Real shame, you know?” the officer, whose nametag read Thomas, said to Ororo, holstering his gun. “This is the time of year when people are supposed to act better than this, you know, like charitable. Instead, people do just the opposite. Now he’ll spend the season in lock up. Kind of sad, you know?” She nodded thoughtfully, somewhat taken aback by the policeman’s lack of cynicism. The other officer, named Cole, walked past her, leading their prisoner out of the alley. “Anyway, at least we caught the guy. Here let me get your things.” Thomas kneeled down and grabbed the bag with Kitty’s gift and held it out to her. She reached out to take it from him when his other hand quickly seized her wrist and a metallic click rang out. As his gloved hand moved down to her forearm, she saw he had locked a handcuff on her wrist! Angry, she exclaimed, “What are you doing? Why…Arrrghhh!!” She grunted as something hard struck her at the base of her skull. Falling down to one knee, she looked over her shoulder and couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Officer Cole stood there holding a nightstick, a wide grin on his face. What amazed her was he wasn’t alone. The thief was beside him, also grinning. He knelt down beside her and seized a considerable amount of her hair in his fist. He tugged it down viciously, forcing her to look up at him. She tried to summon her powers, but the pain she was in made it impossible to focus. The man pulled her close to him, his lips an inch from her ear. He whispered to her “Tell me something, baby. I know you can shoot lightning, but you ever been struck by it?” He held up a small black box with two metal pincers at one end that crackled with electricity. She tried to focus on the device but the throbbing in her head made it difficult to concentrate. He saw the confusion in her eyes, and chuckled, “well, no time like the present!” His pressed the device against her neck “AAAAAAAHHHHH!” Storm screamed, as the stun gun delivered thousands of volts into the helpless mutant. He held it against her for a few seconds, her body twitching uncontrollably. As he pulled the stun gun away, he saw her eyes roll back into her head, then close. He let go of her and she fell against the cold pavement.

“Good work, gentlemen.” The ‘thief’ said, rising to his feet. “Get her ready for transport.” The officers quickly went to work. Cole rolled her over onto her stomach, cuffing her other wrist. Thomas placed another set of cuffs on her ankles. He then knelt down by her head. He gathered up her hair in his fist and lifted her head up, exposing her neck. His partner knelt down and slipped a metallic collar around her neck, an electronic tweet confirming it was locked and active. Each of them grabbed an arm and lifted the bound woman to her feet. “All done, Reese.” He walked over to them, his hand casually stroking her cheek. “Such a beauty”, he thought.” He looked at his watch, time to check in. He pulled out a slim phone and dialed the number. “Agent 1 reporting in. White Chocolate has been acquired.” A metallic voice replied: “Confirmed. Phase 2 has commenced, return to base.” He knew they’d move fast on this one, but this was a surprise. He still wasn’t sure grabbing another one was such a wise idea; it doubled the risk. He had to admire his masters though; they had big brass balls to even try this. It was a shame he couldn’t be in on Phase 2, but he couldn’t be in two places at once and this particular mission would require a specialist.

December 21st, 4:15 p.m.

In an apartment house on the lower East side, Wanda Maximoff tried to catch her breath. The apartment she was looking for was on the fourth floor and the elevator wasn’t working. She wore a heavy coat over a simple cotton print dress that complemented the impressive curves of her body, boots and a scarf tied over her head in the tradition of the gypsies she was reared by. She slowly approached the door to the apartment with more than a little trepidation. She’d debated coming here all day, wondering if this was a good idea. A year ago, she would’ve been enthusiastic about seeing Carol Danvers again. She and Wanda had fought side by side with the Avengers, in Carol’s costumed identity of Ms. Marvel and hers as the Scarlet Witch. Wanda was a mutant with the power to alter the probability of any given circumstance. Though her control over these powers was anything but total, she was still a formidable opponent. Carol wasn’t a mutant, but a genetically altered human with enhanced strength and durability and the ability to fly. Wanda had been with the team for many years before Carol joined, and the two had become fast friends. But then Carol had left the Avengers to be with a man named Marcus. It would be some time before the Avengers discovered that Marcus was a failed experiment by one of their greatest enemies, Kang the Conqueror. After Marcus’ apparent death, Carol had been returned from the pocket dimension they had departed to. A month after her return, her powers and very nearly her life were stolen from her by the evil mutant known as Rogue. The Avengers tried to restore ties with Carol, but she rejected them. They had let her leave with Marcus without question or protest and she clearly blamed them for what had happened. It wasn’t completely rational, Wanda knew, but in the face of such loss, she couldn’t really blame her. She hadn’t contacted Carol for six months, trying to give her time to heal. She’d been amazed when Carol called yesterday asking her to come by. She had happily accepted, thinking what better time to renew a fractured friendship than Christmas?

The door swung open. Carol Danvers stood in the doorway, wearing a Yankees shirt and jeans, her long blond hair framing her strong face. “Wanda!” Carol exclaimed, “This is a surprise, come in.” Crossing the threshold, Wanda was a little surprised when Carol turned suddenly and embraced her. Holding her tightly, she whispered, “It’s been too long, I’ve missed you.” Stepping back from her, Carol asked, “Great timing, the tea’s just about ready. You still like Earl Grey, right?" Wanda nodded, walking into Carol’s small living room. She glanced around her sparse living room, noting every item and fixture arranged and organized. Her room at Avengers mansion had a similar aesthetic; Carol had been an army brat and some habits always died hard. Carol walked in with the tea, and the two women sat down.

After a few moments of small talk and tea drinking, Wanda asked, “How are you?” Smiling, she replied “Fine, most days I can go three whole hours before I remember what that crazy bitch Rogue took from me.” Carol face grew pensive. “You know what I miss most? It’s not the strength or the invulnerability. It’s flying, the sweet freedom of taking to the air. Whenever I go out and see Thor or Iron Man streak through the sky, I remember what I’ve lost and how small that makes me feel.” Her chin fell to her chest, trying to hold back tears. Wanda placed a supportive hand on her friend’s shoulder. “I know how painful this has been for you. I want you to know you don’t have to be alone, I’ll do all I can to help you.” “Yes, Wanda, I know you will.” Carol replied, suddenly clutching the other woman’s forearm. Wanda felt something prick her skin. “Ow!” she cried pulling her arm away, “What was…?” She felt a warmth work its way up her arm, swiftly spreading to all her limbs. Pulling her arm away, she started to rise, but her legs wouldn’t move. She looked over at Carol, who met her gaze with coldness she’d never seen before. “C..Carol…what..what did…you do?” “Oh nothing much,” she replied smiling. She held up her hand spreading the fingers. Wanda noticed the small needle protruding from the single ring Carol wore, a small amount of her blood at the tip. “Just injecting you with a paralytic nerve agent. Don’t worry it’s not fatal, though you may well wish it had been.” Wanda didn’t understand what was happening, she tried to ask, but suddenly her mouth stopped working. Carol stood and looked down at the helpless woman, seeing the question in her eyes. “You want to know why? Because I can.”

Wanda’s thoughts were becoming foggy, the drug paralyzing her mind as well as her body. She could barely focus on Carol, who leaned forward and held Wanda’s face in her hands. As she slipped into unconsciousness, she heard Carol say, “Good night witch, I promise what comes next will be much worst than this.” Letting the sleeping woman fall back against the couch, Carol finished her tea and pulled a small phone from her pocket. She punched in the number as she walked back towards her bedroom. “Agent two reporting, the Red Queen has fallen. Send the team in to retrieve the two packages.” She ended the transmission. As she opened the door, Carol’s skin began to change, the color becoming a dark indigo. Her hair became blood red and her eyes a pale yellow. Carol Danvers was gone, replaced by the mutant shapeshifter known as Mystique. She turned on the light and removed a small device from the door. The real Carol Danvers was lying on the bed, facedown. Her wrists and ankles were bound with rope, the limbs bound together in a strict hogtie. A large red ballgag was strapped onto her head. She looked up at her captor, fire in her eyes. Mystique smiled, “Oh, Carol, are you angry with me? I’m so sorry. I bet you’re wondering why Wanda didn’t hear you in here.” She held up the device she removed from the door. “This little device generates a null sound field. You could have set off a small explosion in this room and no one in the other room would hear a thing. You know I was going to turn down this job. But once I heard you were involved, I just had to take it.” Carol remembered Mystique all too well; they had crossed paths on several occasions when she was still Ms. Marvel. Mystique rolled her onto her back and climbed onto the bed straddling Carol’s midsection. “I don’t envy what going to happen to the two of you. I hope to see you again, assuming you survive tonight.” Carol glared at her as she struggled against the ropes, grunting through the gag. “Time to say goodbye.” Carol didn’t see the syringe in the shapeshifter’s hand; she moaned angrily as the needle penetrated her. She felt a cool sensation spread across her body, and then she felt nothing at all. Mystique rose from the unconscious woman. She quickly and methodically removed any evidence of her presence then shifted back into Carol’s form and walked out of the apartment. The rest of her fee would already be in her account, and she smiled as she left the building, trying to decide if her destination should be Rio or Paris.

December 19th, 6:55 p.m.

Ororo eyes fluttered open. She was lying on her side in the dark, head pounding. Her throat felt raw, an after effect of the shocks, she reasoned. As she tried to shake off the grogginess, she began to take stock of her situation. She could hear the hum of lights and air conditioning; she was in some kind of room. She could feel the cold steel of the floor against her cheek. She tried to move and realized she had been bound. Her arms were behind her back, each encased in a metal sheath below the elbow. There was a metallic band around her midsection and the arm sheathes were connected to it. Manacles had been clamped on her ankles; she heard the short chain between them rattle as she tried to move her legs. A metal collar was around her neck, a faint hum coming from it. The bonds weren’t the worst part, however. Her mutant ability gave her a perception of the weather around her, to help her better manipulate it. She was no longer “reading” the weather. Her powers were gone! She quickly understood why: the collar was an inhibitor device. She remembered these devices from a previous experience and a growing knot of fear rose in her stomach.

Suddenly the lights came on. She was in a small cell, the walls and floor constructed of rough concrete. A large metal door stood five feet away from her. She tried to rise but the bonds made it virtually impossible. She started to roll towards the wall, hoping to use it as a brace. As she twisted around, she realized she had been dressed in her costume: A black two piece with hip boots. Her cape and headress were missing, not that the lockpicks she kept there would do her any good in her current position. She tried to make a telepathic summons to Professor Xavier, but every time she tried, a dull haze filled her mind and she couldn’t focus her thoughts. Her captors had been well prepared, she realized. The door opened, and two men walked in, each wearing blue bodysuits with red gloves and boots. They both wore plain full-face masks, consisting of nothing more than slits at the eyes and mouth. It gave them an almost ghoulish appearance, as they were designed to. If she had any doubt as to who was behind this, she didn’t any longer. Only one group of villains used these devices and soldiers.

The two men approached, standing on either side of the bound woman. The man at her left cackled, “Where you going, girl? You just got here.” Each man grabbed one of Ororo’s arms and lifted her to her feet. She tried to twist free, but it was a futile effort. The thug tightened his grip on her arm, and said in a cold tone, “Listen, you mutant bitch. You’re coming with us. Try anything, and you’ll regret it.” She nodded; realizing resistance was useless at this point. They led her out the door into a hallway. As they moved down the hall, she saw several cell doors similar to hers. They moved to and elevator at the end of the hall. As they waited for the car to arrive, Storm noticed the door of one of the cells were open. She had no time to consider this, as the door opened and she was pulled inside. Two minutes later, the doors opened and she was walked down an ornate corridor, wall to ceiling wood paneling adorned with fine works of art. They approached a large oak door. One of the guards produced a card and inserted into a slot built into the door frame. A small beep sounded and the door opened.

They walked into a large chamber that had the look of a tribunal chamber. A raised platform was at the far end with a large wooden desk running the entire width. As Storm was walking towards it, she could make out six high backed chairs behind the bench, the top of each denoting a stylized design of a chess piece: queens, bishops, kings. One chair was higher than the rest, the symbol on it a dark crown. The Black King, she knew. As the lights came up, she saw two men standing near the chairs. She recognized them instantly: Sebastian Shaw and Donald Pierce, charter members of the Hellfire Club, the inner circle of an extremely exclusive club with a long history of catering to the rich and powerful. None of the members knew that Shaw was the head of a cabal of evil mutants who sought to take over humanity by far more subtle means than overt shows of power. They were aristocrats who meant to overcome the world by beating it at its own game. Storm and the X-men had encountered them months before, when one of their number, the mutant Mastermind had attempted to seduce Jean Grey to their nefarious cause. His actions had indirectly led to the rise of Dark Phoenix and Jean’s eventual suicide. They stopped a few feet away from the bench, a small spotlight above illuminating her. A small metal loop was built into the floor. One of the guards knelt down and secured her ankle chain to the hoop.

Shaw came down from the bench and approached her. He was several years older than her, his face lined but strong. He was shirtless, wearing a robe that did nothing to conceal his trim physique. Pierce was a few steps behind Shaw. A sallow man with a slight build, his cold eyes looked upon Storm with unbridled lust. Shaw extended his hand, his fingers brushing her cheek. “Ororo, you are more beautiful than ever. I hope my emissaries didn’t cause you too much discomfort?” his tone was as insulting as it was insincere. “What is the meaning of this? Why have you brought me here?” she demanded, eyes flaring at Shaw’s bemused grin. “Why, you have been chosen to participate in one of our new traditions. But before I continue, we really should have all the players together.” He nodded at the guards, who walked over to a side door and opened it. Storm turned and was surprised to see the two guards drag out a struggling Scarlet Witch. She was bound just like Storm, wearing her costume: a one piece swimsuit over a body stocking with boots and gloves. Her cape and headdress had been removed. Connecting Wanda’s chains to a hook next to Storm, the two thugs moved back. The two women looked at each other in the harsh light, acknowledging their shared danger. Pierce walked around Wanda with an appraising eye. “Yes, she will do quite well indeed.” He rubbed his hands together was great anticipation as he rejoined Shaw. He held each woman’s gaze for a few seconds then began to speak. “Ladies, I would like to welcome you to our special gathering, the tenth annual Hunt Club.”

The two women looked incredulous. “Allow me to explain.” He moved closer to Storm, his face inches away from hers. “As you well know, Ororo, the inner circle of the Hellfire Club represents the most elite group of mutants on the planet. And as history has shown us, truly great men have even greater appetites.” He reached forward and grabbed her breast, squeezing and groping it. She tried to pull free, but he held her fast. After a moment, he released his grip. Storm glared at Shaw, who continued, “It has always been a custom of the club to go on a hunt just before the Christmas holidays. Usually members hunt bear or deer. But where’s the sport in that for the truly superior? No, the only true game that should be hunted, that truly deserves to be dominated, is the female of the species. Particularly those women that are filled with their own self-importance, that actually believe they are the equal of, or even superior to a man.” Pierce continued, “Every year we’ve chosen someone who epitomizes that type of woman and made her our prize. But we came to realize that more of a challenge was needed. Ordinary women could never present a true challenge to us, so we decide to find more suitable prey. And now, that prey stands before us.”

Wanda glared at him. “What are you saying? You mean to hunt us?” “No, my dear” Shaw replied, “We won’t hunt you. Pierce and I have chosen two of out best soldiers to do that.” Shaw pointed to a door on the wall to his left. “Beyond that door is game course, specifically designed to provide a most significant challenge for the two of you. If you can overcome the trials and avoid or incapacitate the hunters, you will be released.” Storm interrupted, “And if we don’t, I take it you’ll kill us?” “Unfortunately for you, no” Shaw replied, “You will be our trophies, playthings to do with as we see fit.” Storm glanced at Wanda, seeing the horror in her eyes, sharing the feeling. “And what makes you think we’ll play your game, you bastard?” Wanda demanded. Pierce strolled up behind Wanda, swiftly wrapping his forearm around her neck. She gasped as he held her tightly against his chest. Bound as she was, there was no way to get free of him. “Oh, you two will cooperate.” He hissed, “All you need is the proper motivation.” He pulled a small device from his jacket pocket and pointed it at the wall. Suddenly two huge television screens activated, taking up nearly half of an adjacent wall. Both women gasped in surprise at the scenes before them.

“Goddess, No!” Storm exclaimed. Kitty Pryde was on the left screen. She was standing, her arms and legs extended. Her hands and lower arms were enclosed in the same metallic sheaths Ororo and Wanda were wearing. Her ankles were manacled, a three foot long metal rod between them, spreading her legs. A chain ran from the ends of each of her arm bands, running through a hook in the ceiling, suspending her off the floor by a few inches. A metal collar was around her neck and she was ballgagged. She wore nothing but a flimsy bra and panties, slowly rotating on the chain. Kitty was crying, completely terrified.

“Damn it, No!” Wanda cried, still trying to twist out of Pierce’s grip. Carol Danvers had been dressed in her Ms. Marvel costume, a black one piece with long gloves and hip boots. She stood on a metallic cross, arms outstretched, bound to the horizontal members with straps at her wrists and just above the elbows. Two metallic bands, one at her neck, the other just above her midsection, held her tightly against the vertical piece. Her ankles were strapped into manacles built into either side of the post, bending her legs slightly. Carol was tape gagged, the strain of her struggles evident in her face.

Storm glared at Shaw. “How dare you take that child, let her go!!” Shaw shook his head, “I’m afraid not, dear. Your young Miss Pryde is an X-man, and as such, our sworn enemy. But don’t worry neither she nor the lovely Miss Danvers will suffer provided the two of you cooperate with us. If you do not…” Shaw turned back towards the monitor. One of the Hellfire soldiers walked into the frame, standing behind Kitty. His hands began to rove over her young pert body, groping her small firm breasts. He grinned at Ororo, “Miss Pryde will lose her precious innocence.” Storm felt the fury rise, if she had been free, she would’ve killed Shaw where he stood. Carol’s ankle manacles began to move away from the post, spreading her legs. A wide metal pole slowly rose from an opening in the hole, a four inch wide, eighteen inch phallus at the end. It stopped a few inches away from her crotch. Pierce giggled in Wanda’s ear, “And Miss Danvers may lose her life.” He reached up and squeezed her breast. “I trust I have your cooperation now ladies?” he asked. Storm looked at Wanda, each sharing the same mortified expression. A moment later, they both nodded. “Excellent!” Pierce howled, slapping each woman on the rear.

A moment later, an electronic hiss sounded, and both women’s arm and ankle manacles opened and fell to the floor. Storm was surprised for a moment; she could sense the weather again. Her eyes began to grow pale, the pupils fading as she brought her powers to bear. Shaw strode forward and viciously slapped her across the face. Stunned, she dropped to one knee. She recovered quickly, energy beginning to form around her hands. Wanda had pushed Pierce back, knocking him to the floor. She extended her hand towards Shaw, preparing to fire a hex bolt at him. Shaw held up his right hand, which held a small cylinder with a red button at the top. “I know you two would very like to kill me, but let me warn you. Make another hostile move and I’ll activate this transmitter that will detonate the plastic explosive contained within your collars. Lose control again ladies, and you’ll lose your heads.” Storm looked into his cold eyes and realized he wasn’t bluffing. Rising from the floor she nodded at Wanda, who lowered her hands. Shaw smiled at this little victory. “These collars are a new design, created especially for the hunt. The first time you use your powers, the inhibitor field will activate at 25% capacity. The field will increase with each successive power use. And after the fourth use…” “You’ll be nothing more than a pair of helpless females.” Pierce concluded, placing his hand on Wanda’s shoulder. Shaw pointed at the small band of metal on Storm’s left wrist. “You both have been fitted with these bands. They will be essential to you for two reasons. First, to proceed from one level to the next, you must overcome the trial and find the portal to the next level. These devices will locate them for you. Second, you’ll have one hour to complete the course and a timer will appear on the band.” Pierce continued, “At the end of the course, there you will find a code key card that we’ll allow you to leave the chamber and retrieve your friends. We’ve added an incentive to make this year’s hunt a little more interesting. A key to one of the collars can be found at the second stage of the course.” Shaw stood in front of the monitor, looking at the bound women sternly. “Remember ladies, you have a limited amount of time to finish. If you fail, I assure you that Ms. Pryde will undergo a most violent deflowering and Ms. Danvers will endure a fate worse than death.” Pierce walked to the entry door and opened it. Grinning wide, he commanded, “Now go.” The two women glanced at each other briefly, then walked through the doorway.

As the door sealed shut behind them, they quickly took in their surroundings. They stood in a stark white chamber barely larger than a closet. Each wall had applied metal panels organized in a grid pattern. Each panel was filled with small perforations. There were no other apparent doors and the two women examined the walls looking for some kind of access. “What kind of game are they playing now?” Wanda said, exasperated. Storm pulled at the handle of the door they came in, it was locked tight. “I don’t know, perhaps if we…” Before she could finish her thought, a plexiglass screen dropped from the wall, dividing the small chamber and separating the heroines. They both pounded on the screen, but it held fast. A white mist began to seep out of the holes in the panels. Wanda and Ororo looked at each other, each mouthing the word “GAS!” They frantically tried to find a way to escape, but there was none. Suddenly, several of the panels on the wall behind Storm retracted, and metal tendrils leapt out of the opening. Ororo gasped as the tendrils wrapped around her wrists and ankles. They began to retract, pulling the bound Storm back towards the wall. She struggled, but she couldn’t get free. Within seconds, she was immobilized, her back tight against the wall. Wanda stared at her, her fist pounding impotently against the screen. She wanted to help, but she was fading fast from the gas. She gathered the last of her will, raised her hand and began to focus her powers. At the moment, the floor beneath her disappeared. As she began to fall, she noticed the panel Storm was bound against swivel into the wall.

Shaw and Pierce watched the Witch fall through the floor on one of the huge monitors. ”Excellent, this hunt is now truly underway.” Shaw announced, “Pierce, mark the time.” A digital reading ran across the screen and began counting down from one hour. He and Pierce sat down in plush chairs in front of the monitors and began to drink some ancient Scotch. Glancing over his shoulder, he summoned one of the guards. “Gather the hunters and tell them to deploy in fifteen minutes.” Pierce rose, grinning, “Of course. These bitches won’t know what hit them.”

Storm

Ororo woke with the heat of the sun on her face. “Sun?” she thought, “that doesn’t make any sense.” She opened her eyes and couldn’t believe what she saw. She was outside, sitting on a high stone chair. She was in the center of a village, stone and bamboo huts around her. This all seemed very familiar, somehow. She stood, and saw verdant forest and in the distance, a huge mountain. It was Kilimanjaro!! She was in Africa! This was the village of the N’garu tribe, where she lived many years ago. When she arrived, the tribe was in a terrible state due to the droughts. She had summoned rains that rejuvenated both the land and the tribe, who saw her mutant powers as proof she was a Goddess and worshipped her as one. Never very comfortable in that role, was quick to leave when Professor Xavier had come for her to join the X-men. There was no way she could really be here; it had to be some kind of illusion. Some kind of holographic projections, like the Danger room the X-men trained in. She bent down and picked up a root from the ground. She raised it to her nose, and the scent appeared genuine. Suddenly a guttural chant filled the air. Six muscular men, wearing the lion main pelts of N’garu warriors, strode forward out of the clearing.

They formed a line before her shoulder to shoulder. All of the men knelt before her. “Hail Goddess!”, the largest of them said in their native tongue, “We have come to ask for a boon.” Ororo looked quizzically at them, what kind of game was Shaw playing here? Better to play this out, she thought. “What do you require, warrior?” He raised his head to meet her eyes. “The M’bara have been harder to conquer than we thought. They have built fortifications which have allowed them to blunt our attacks. Too many of our brothers would be killed if we tried to take it by the spear. We beseech you, beautiful Goddess, to use your heavenly power to destroy them.” She remembered the tribe he spoke of; the M’bara were always a peaceful people, if fact the N’garu had to assist them against invaders on more than one occasion. She reminded them of this and concluded, “No. No more death, there must be another way.” Even though she knew this had to be a lie, she felt herself slipping back into the role of diety, making pronouncements. “But, blessed lady…” the warrior chief began. “No!!” she said with a regal authority. “Now prepare a peace offering to the M’bara.” He stared at her for a long moment, and then rose with his men. “Your will be done Goddess.” He said the last word with more than a little contempt. The group of warriors walked back towards one of the larger huts. She turned around and leaned against her stone throne. She had to get out of here; there was no way to know how much time had elapsed while she was unconscious. There had to be a door somewhere, she scanned around the village and saw no indication of one. Perhaps an aerial search would tell her something.

She summoned a wind that began to lift her from the ground. A small beep sounded from the collar around her neck. “Damn!” she cursed, “I forgot about the collar.” She felt resistance from the wind she had summoned; the inhibitor field was disrupting her control. She was barely a foot from the ground when a hard object struck her in the small of the back. Stunned she lost the wind and fell hard to the ground. She started to rise, looking up into the face of the warrior captain, a long spear in his hand. She glared up at him. He was enraged, an almost insane gleam in his eye. “You were trying to leave us Wind Rider! Desert us in our hour of need, just like you did before!” His words stung a bit, she had rarely thought of these people since she left. Storm rose to her feet. “I cannot stay, there is an innocent child who will die if I don’t..” He scoffed, “Our great Goddess! She who cares for her people only when it is convenient for her. Well no more I say you are no friend to us, you are a trickster and must be destroyed!” The other warriors began to make noises of assent, much to her dismay. She couldn’t defeat all of them without using her powers, and she couldn’t afford to lose more control over them. Suddenly, he thrust the blunt end of his spear into her midsection, driving the air from her lungs. Two of the warriors pounced on her, knocking her to the ground. One man grabbed her ankles, the other seized her wrists. Too stunned to use her powers, she struggled against them to no avail. The warrior leader knelt down before Ororo, his eyes glazed with fury. “Now you will see what becomes of false gods.”

Scarlet Witch

Wanda awoke flying through the air. She was barely awake as the ground came rushing up before her. “Unnhh!” she groaned just before she began to fall down the incline she landed on. She tumbled for what felt like an hour, landing on some small bushes. She slowly got to her feet, pulling grass and twigs from her hair and costume. She looked around, examining the area. She was in a small clearing, surrounded by a forest of large trees. One of these trees was very familiar to her: Darkened leaves on twisted limbs that should not have existed in nature, it was completely different from any other tree in the forest. She could relate to that and had come to the strange tree many times as a young girl, to be alone. This can’t be, she thought, walking up to the tree and placing a hand on its trunk. She examined it for a minute; a sharp gasp escaped her lips as she found a carving in the wood. She had carved her late mother’s name on it years ago. No, it’s impossible, she thought, this can’t be Transia! She touched the carving again, it felt real. It all looked real; it even smelled…she stood still as her nose detected the acrid smell of torches. She began to hear sounds of men atop the hill above her.

After a few moments, the approaching voices became more distinct. “Find them, get the devilspawn!!” She froze in horror; it was the people of the village she and her brother had lived in. This was the night when the mob had come for them. They had discovered their mutant powers and decided they were some kind of witches. Only the intervention of the malevolent mutant known as Magneto had saved them before. She realized this was all part of the trial, a psychological assault based on their fears and traumas. It wouldn’t work, she thought, I’m not the weak girl these men almost killed. This time I’ll show them what fear is. The device on her wrist began to vibrate as she walked toward the hill. The portal to the next level must be up there! She began to walk forward when a sudden rush of air passed her, and a hand grasped her wrist. A man stood next to her, tall with a runner’s body. His hair was white and his eyes the same shade of brown as Wanda’s. She was looking at her brother, Pietro, the mutant speedster who would come to be known as Quicksilver.

“Sister!” he exclaimed, “Where have you been? I scoured the village trying to find you. We must go; these mad villagers will kill us if they can. What is it? Why are you looking at me so strangely?” Wanda stared back at him, dumbfounded. He sounded so much like her brother, could this be some kind of robot? She reached out and touched his cheek, surprised by its warmth. “Nothing, brother. I don’t think we should run, let’s stand and fight.” He was amazed. “Fight? Sister, are you mad? There are dozens of them. We wouldn’t last five minutes. Now come.” Before she could react, her took her into his arms and ran towards the forest. The vibrations on the wrist device grew weaker as they moved away from the hill. She had to stop him. Concentrating, she extended her hand and made a gesture towards the ground. A tree limb suddenly shifted in front of Quicksilver’s foot, causing him to stumble. Wanda was thrown forward landing hard on the ground. Rising, she leaned against a tree until her head cleared. Pietro was in front of her in an instant seizing her arms. His eyes flared with barely contained rage. “Why did you do that? I’m trying to save us!” “Let go of me!” She shrugged of his hands and walked back towards the hill. “I don’t expect you to understand, but I have to go back.”

She hadn’t taken three steps when he stood before her again. “I can’t let you do that, it would be suicide. We can find a new place to live, where no one will ever hurt us ag…AGGGGHHHH!” He screamed as the tines of a pitchfork erupted through his chest. A warm spurt of blood splattered against her face. Pietro staggered for a few seconds, then fell to the ground. He stared up at Wanda, the light in his eyes quickly fading. “I’m sorry…I…failed…you.” His head lolled to the side as his last breath faded into the night. She dropped to her knees, cradling the dead man’s head. Conflicting thoughts filled her mind: in her mind, she knew this was some kind of trick, but in her heart, she had just seen her brother die. Within seconds, the mob was there carrying torches, clubs and knives. One man approached her. “Yes! We have them! And I see one of them has already found its punishment! Stand up red demon! We shall send you back to burn in the pits of Hell!” Wanda slowly stood, rage filling her entire being. “I’m afraid the only people going to hell are all of you.” She extended her hand towards the crowd. Suddenly the fires of the torches they carried expanded tenfold, catching the crowd in a huge fireball. They cried out as the flames consumed them. Wanda heard the beeping coming from her collar. Oh no! She remembered the inhibitors! She had completely forgotten about it. She’d used her powers twice, two more times and she’d be helpless. She had to get out of here. She ran back to the clearing and began walking back up the hill. She reached the top of the hill, the village off in the distance. The device hummed on her wrist; the portal must be very close, she thought. She rapidly scanned the area when something caught her eye. In the moonlight, she could barely make out the faint outline of a door suspended a foot off the ground. She started towards it, so intent on her goal that she didn’t hear the two men behind her. Suddenly a black hood was thrown over her head. “What in…Unhhhh!!”, she groaned as she felt arms wrap around her middle, trapping her arms. She thrashed around, trying to free herself. Blinded by the hood, she was unprepared for the blow the other man landed on the side of her head. Two more vicious blows left her too stunned to resist as the other man lashed her wrists together with rope. “Good work, Janos. Now come, it’s time to punish this demon. Wanda was thrown over the man’s shoulder, knowing what would come next.

Kitty Pryde

Kitty had never been so scared. Hours ago, she was leaving dance class when two policemen approached her, claiming to be looking for her dance teacher Ms. Hunter. She was leading them up the stairs to the main entrance when one of the cops wrapped his arm around her neck. She was about to use her phasing power to slip out of his grasp, the other man stuck a needle in her arm and she was out like a light. She woke up strapped in these manacles, something in them neutralizing her powers and all the mental calls she tried to Prof. Xavier. She didn’t really begin to worry until the cell door opened and a man walked in wearing Hellfire club garb. It had been less than six months since they had tried to kill her; being trussed up with one of them filled her with horror. He activated a small camera built into the wall before her and began to fondle her, squeezing her breasts and crotch. After a few minutes, he switched off the camera and prepared to leave the room. Before he walked out, he taunted her, “Be right back, sweetie. Don’t go anywhere.”

She cried for a few minutes after that, the strain from being hung from her arms becoming increasingly painful. Groaning into the large ballgag that had been strapped on her, despair began to creep into her thoughts. She was completely helpless, bound and spread for these creeps who wanted to hurt her in every way imaginable. Someone would come, she prayed, Kurt, Logan, Ororo and, oh yes please! Peter. Peter Rasputin, the Russian mutant known as Colossus was all the things she’d ever thought she’d want in a man. The crush she had on him was well known by all of the team except of course, him. Sometimes she dreamed he was the handsome prince that would carry her off to a storybook romance with the requisite happy ending. She willed him to come and rescue her, “Save me, Peter! Please!”

Her silent pleas were answered by the sound of the door sliding open. For a brief second she thought her prayers had been answered. Her heart sank as a familiar voice said, “Miss me, babe? I know you did.” He stood in front of her and held her chin in his hand. “You’ve got a tight little body, Kitty cat.” His other hand slowly moved down her chest until his palm was just over her left breast. He hooked his fingers under the top edge of her bra and pulled it down. “NNNNhhhhh!!” she protested through the gag. “Isn’t this a daisy?” he said holding the naked mound, “A nice tight, itty bitty titty! Let’s perk it up a bit!” His fingers worked at the breast, rubbing pinching and twisting until her nipple became hard as a rock. Kitty closed her eyes, trying to resist the warm feeling that was beginning to spark in her loins.

Suddenly he reached down and ripped off her panties. The cool air of the room passed over her exposed crotch. Completely exposed, she began to twist in the chains, the bar between her ankle manacles spreading her legs, making her vagina completely accessible. He forward and cupped her crotch. “There’s the honey pot!” he said, the middle two fingers of his hand roughly penetrating the folds. His fingers stopped for a second, and held them in her. “I do believe someone’s getting a little wet now!” He said looking back up at her; she had turned her head away from him. “Don’t be ashamed darling. Every little lady starts to feel her juices moving when I get ahold of ‘em. Now I think it time we got us a flood down here. But first…” He reached up and took off his mask. Kitty looked at him and was surprised to see Peter’s face! It couldn’t be!! “Surprised, little one? His voice was a perfect match for Peter’s. “Don’t be. I know how much you’ve wanted me. Today, I will make you a woman, Katya.” Without warning, he rammed two gloved fingers into her. “Agggghhh! Ptr…Plse!!!”, she weakly groaned as her fingers relentlessly rammed into her. She pulled at her bonds, but they held. She gritted her teeth, trying to resist; but as her sex started to become increasingly damp she knew she wouldn’t hold out for very long.

Peter’s twin reached around with his free hand and began to press his middle finger into her ass. “Nnnnnh!!! Dn’tt!!” Kitty screamed as he assaulted her. His finger was almost halfway past her anal ring, the pain excruciating. “Stop resisting, you can’t stop it so just enjoy it.” He cackled, increasing the pace of his pumping. The ordeal continues for several minutes before she felt his fingers move out of her. She panted heavily, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes grew wide with fear as he felt his hands on her crotch his thumbs spreading the lips of her vagina. “Time you were milked a bit, Kitty cat.” He felt his hot breath against her sex, then his rough tongue thrust into her. “Ahhhh…..Nnnnhh…” she grunted, tears running down her eyes. The only thing worse than this violation was the way her body began to react to it. She could feel his heat run all over her body. She couldn’t take much more; He kept a frantic pace, alternating between thrusting his tongue into her, then sucking her rock hard clitoris. After a minute she knew she was about to come. So did the thug with Peter’s face; he clamped his mouth on her sex, sucking and thrusting like mad. “Ahhh…Ahhh…AGHHHHHHH!!!” she screamed, finally pushed to the brink. Her fluids exploded out of her, flooding her rapist’s mouth, almost choking him. Kitty’s head fell to her chest, exhausted and beaten. He rose, wiping her hot fluids from his lips. “Very tasty indeed.” He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “Now that I’ve made you feel good, I think it’s time for you to return the favor.” He glanced towards the floor. Kitty followed his eyes to his crotch, the bodysuit he wore not concealing the huge erection beneath it. “Time this kitty was housebroken.” He said, his hand manipulating the concealed release in his suit. “Please, no more” she prayed, knowing her ordeal was just beginning.

Carol Danvers

The pain in her arms had subsided from excruciating agony to a dull ache. That was primarily due to the lack of circulation, she knew, the straps on her wrists and arms were severely tight. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been here; no one had come in since she awoke strapped to the cross. At first she was surprised to find herself in her old Ms. Marvel costume, but then she’d remembered it was Mystique who had captured her and Wanda. It would appeal to her sick sense of humor to humiliate her like this. She wondered who set this up; anyone who could rent Mystique out had to have some serious cash. And what did they want with Wanda?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. A man walked in wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He had a fighter’s body, strong but not overly muscular. His sandy brown hair was in the traditional military buzz cut. Though his smile was cordial, she saw a coldness in his eyes that terrified her. He stood before her, arms folded in front of his chest. “Good evening maam.” He said, his voice betraying a slight Boston accent. “Name’s Reese. Guess I don’t need to ask for yours, huh? The great Ms. Marvel. You were quite the big deal a few years back, weren’t you? Not only as a hot shit superheroine, but an advocate for the so-called Feminist movement. Flying around in that tight little outfit, trying to prove how much better women were than men. Hell, you even got invited to the big show, joining the Avengers. You were just sitting on top of the world.”

She stared back at him, trying to match the intensity of his gaze. He leaned forward, his nose nearly touching hers. “And then it all fell apart, didn’t it? Mystique’s little friend Rogue stripped you of your powers, your memory and quite nearly, your life.” She flinched slightly from the mention of her name. “Yeah, you got knocked down quite a few pegs. Got your memory back, but nothing else, right? You’ve got no life. Doesn’t it just kill you, not being what you were? The loss must be excruciating. To be so mighty and then to be so…not.” She strained against the straps binding her to the cross; she wanted to ram the man’s words down his throat. “Don’t get so upset, Ms. Marvel. I’m just telling you the truth. Here’s a little more: you’re a joke. Even with your powers, you were never cut out for more than the second string. There wasn’t a person on the Avengers that couldn’t have taken you. Hell, the Wasp could probably have cleaned your clock. But enough ancient history, Today, I’m here to show you just how irrelevant you are.” He reached out and squeezed her left breast. “And you were supposed to be some great paragon of feminism? Please. All I see is another slut who needs to learn her place.”

She glared at him, her face a mask of anger. “You disagree? Well, let me tell you honey, I’ll prove it to you. In less than two minutes, you’re going to beg me for the privilege of giving me the best blow job I’ve ever had.” She looked incredulous. “Don’t think so? Tell me why.” He reached behind her and removed her gag. After a second, she replied “Never. I’d die first.” He looked slightly disappointed, and reached into his pocket. He pulled a small plastic device, about the size of a car’s keyless entry device. Holding the device up by his cheek, he looked into her eyes. “Okay, he said, pressing a button on the device. Suddenly the collar she wore began to contract, quickly beginning to choke her. “Agghhkkk!!”, she grunted, the pressure growing steadily. She struggled, but her bonds held her fast. She strained to breathe, her lungs starting to burn. “What’s wrong Ms. Marvel? “ Reese taunted, “something caught in your throat? Well, if you want I can give your throat a better and much more pleasant alternative. So, what’s it to be, a whore’s life or a hero’s death? Hurry, your time’s running out.” He was right, she was beginning to fade, her vision becoming blurry. Almost involuntarily she nodded. He pressed the button again, and the collar expanded enough for the air to seep back into her lungs. She coughed for a full minute, thinking she might start heaving. He reached back and grasped her hair, pulling her face toward his. “Now, babe. I think you have a request for your master.” She flared at that comment, but she noticed the control device in his other hand. He had his thumb on the button. She closed her eyes, and said in a low voice, “Can…I…s-s-suck y..your cock?” He let go of her hair and punched her hard in the stomach. She groaned in pain, trying to draw a breath. “No bitch, I know that you can. Beg for it! Or maybe you do want to die.” His thumb hovered over the button. Terrified, she screamed, “NO!! Please, no. May I please suck you cock? Please???” A slight smile formed on his face. “Please, what?” he asked, savoring the words he knew were coming. A tear rolled down her cheek. She held her head high, looking him in the eye. In a voice devoid of emotion she said, “May I please suck you cock, Master?” Excellent, he thought.

Pressing another button, the post began to sink into the floor, stopping when the bound woman’s knees made contact with the floor. The large pole mounted phallus sank to the floor as well. He undid his pants, and stepped out of them. He held his long member in his hand, giving it a few strokes. He was so hard it actually hurt; this was his favorite part of the session. He positioned the head of his penis just before her lips. “A word of caution, woman. You even think about biting me, and I’ll activate the collar. I can assure you that you’d be days in dying.” Carol winced, knowing he’d make good on that threat. She looked up into his pitiless eyes. “All right, Ms. Marvel, time for you to show me what a woman’s really good for. Get to work.” Knowing she had no choice, she opened her mouth and he thrust himself in.

Storm

She wasn’t sure how long they’d been walking. She could feel the sun on her face, they were still outside. Her arms had been bound behind her back, at the elbows and wrists. Blindfolded, two men held her arms, leading her on this forced march. Suddenly they came to a stop. She could hear the sounds of men talking, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. Without warning, the two men holding her arms thrust her forward. She began to fall, landing hard on her side against what felt like wood. She twisted around, until she was lying on her back. Then she felt a hand on her face, pulling off the blindfold. She saw the warrior chief glaring back at her. Her eyes grew wide with fear as she realized where she was. She was in a wooden box, about a foot deep and just barely taller than she was. They were in a hole dug into the earth, at least five feet down. “Goddess, no!” she thought “They can’t mean to…” The warrior chief looked sternly at her, “Now False god, we shall bury you in our sacred ground, where your soul will be forever trapped as your body rots for all eternity.” As he spoke, one of the other men bound her legs together tightly at the knees and ankles. The chief looked over his shoulder and nodded, two men were carrying a lid for her coffin. “NO! You will not do this!” As she began to summon her powers, he punched her twice in the face, right between the eyes. Her head snapped back against the wood of the coffin, and she was too stunned to react as they brought the lid down on her, sealing her in virtual darkness.

She was just coming out of her stupor when the first chunks of dirt hit the top of the coffin. More earth was piled upon her coffin, the sound echoing through the small space. Ororo was on the verge of panic. She had an acute case of claustrophobia, and it was all she could do to maintain control. She twisted and struggled against her bonds, but she couldn’t get free. She took several ragged breaths, trying to keep calm. The unrelenting sound of the earth covering her began to grow fainter. They would be finished soon. She didn’t want to die, not like this! She thought of her friends, truly the only family she had. Then she remembered Kitty. She could not let her be victimized by Shaw. Focusing her anger and fear, she began to summon the elemental forces. It was a full minute before she heard the earth above her begin to shift. The inhibitor collar was beeping, the field strength was increasing. She held on, fighting for control. “I…will…not,,,die…here!!!” she thought, gritting her teeth in defiance. Now she could hear the remainder of the earth move away from her. The tornadic winds she had summoned had blown it away. She gasped as the point of a spear came through the top of the coffin, inches away from her right foot. As the winds dissipated, she listened intently for any of the warrior. Hearing none she worked her ankles next to the spear, cutting the bindings on her ankles. Once they were free, she was able to move the top of the coffin away. After using the spear to free her arms, she climbed out of the grave, looking at the bodies of the warriors strewn across the landscape. She was exhausted, but knew she had to get moving, Kitty didn’t have much time left. She walked away from the spot where she’d been tossed into the grave and after a few minutes felt the wrist band vibrate. She missed the portal at first, barely visible in the bright sunshine. She reached out to the portal, which opened instantly. She took a deep breath and stepped in.

Scarlet Witch

Wanda wasn’t surprised by her situation when the hood was pulled from her face. She was standing atop a small pile of wood, her wrists tied against a tall wooden post in the center of it. At least a dozen people stood below her, screeching in unison “Burn the Witch!!” She remembered this moment from her childhood, the palpable hatred and fear spreading through them like a virus. She had to do something, as long as her hands were bound, she couldn’t make the gestures needed to summon her powers. She was struggling against the ropes when her finger felt a sharp point just below her wrists. As slowly as she could she moved her arms until the rope between her wrists were at the sharp point. She began trying to move the rope against it. One of the town elders approached her. “Wanda Maximoff!” he said was great self-righteousness, “You have been judged as a spawn of evil and will be sentenced to a death by fire. Do you have anything to say before said sentence is carried out?”

Wanda nodded, hoping to buy a little time to work on the rope. “Yes, I confess! I am a witch; I’ve come to spread wickedness to the whole world. She looked over the dismayed villagers, eyes landing on a woman and her young son. “I’ve come to eat your precious little babies in their beds.” The woman shrank away and grabbed her child. She could feel a slight amount of slack in the ropes, it was working. “Demon! You confess your wickedness?” She gave him her best slutty look. “Wicked? I’m more wicked than most of these people.” Leaning forward, thrusting her large bosom, she gave the town elder a sly smile. “Except of course, for you.” She extended her leg, rubbing the side of her foot against his leg. He slapped her face. “Brazen hussy! Prepare to die!” She was making progress on the rope but still couldn’t get free.

The elder picked up a lit torch and walked over to the edge of the wood pile. He met Wanda’s eyes and coldly stated, “God damn you to the deepest pit of Hell!” He placed the flame against the wood, which began to expand almost immediately. The heat was incredible. She only had a few minutes. The slack made in the rope allowed her to drop to her knees, her fingers coming across the wood at her feet. After a few agonizing seconds, she found a hot piece of wood near her foot. Looking over her shoulder she could tell it was burning at one end. Perfect, she thought, bracing the wood against the back of the posts, waiting for the fire to spread to the ropes. She was beginning to choke against the smoke filling her lungs. She with all her might against the ropes and they finally gave. The smoke and fire had grown so much; she couldn’t see the spectators anymore. She smiled with realization that now they also couldn’t see her. She ran down the other side of the pyre, where no one was standing. Running back towards the top of the hill she could see the portal awaiting her. The door slid open and she leapt in.

Kitty Pryde

Kitty struggled fiercely as the man with Peter’s face released her ankle manacles. She tried to kick him once he’d freed the first ankle, but he quickly deflected the blow. He rose, holding her ankle in his fist. He pushed the leg forward, the knee almost touching her chest. “Aggghh!!!” Kitty moaned into her gag, the pain was terrible. He gazed into her eyes, the pain evident in them. “Now, tell me Kitty cat, You going to try that again? He pushed forward another inch. Wincing from the pain, she shook her head. “Good” he said, releasing her ankle. By the time she had recovered from the strain, her other ankle was free. He grabbed her left leg just below the knee and held it up and away from her crotch. She tried to kick him with her free leg, but she couldn’t land an effective blow, bound as she was. He freed his massive erection from his pants. Kitty glanced at it, it was huge! Of course it was also the first one she’d ever seen.

He leaned forward and began to suck her nipple. She still felt the slight tremble in her legs from the orgasm she’d had minutes before. She felt the hard piece of flesh against the lips of her vagina. He began to rub it against them in slow deliberate strokes. “Unnnh,,,NNNhhhh…Dnnntt!!!” Kitty’s muffled protests filled the small room. As his pace increased, he could feel her hot juices beginning to flow over his member. After a minute, he looked into her eyes and saw the glazed look that was a combination of defiance and ecstasy. She was ready. He grabbed both her legs and hooked them over each shoulder. Positioning himself at her entry, he held her face in his hand. “Okay, girl. Time to make you a woman.” He wiped away a tear with his thumb. “Oh, Don’t cry. You’re going to have your cherry broken by your true love, Peter the Commie Mutant. Ain’t that what you’ve always dreamed of?” Holding her steady, he began to penetrate her. Suddenly, a loud chime filled the room. “Damn it!!” he cursed, reaching for the pager on his belt. He looked down at the message, made a disgusted noise and put his shrinking member back into his pants. “Okay, girl, you got a temporary stay of execution. You get time to think about all the fun things I’m going to do to you. Don’t worry I’ll be back before you know it.” He walked out, and as the door closed behind him, all that could be heard in the cell were her racking sobs.

Carol Danvers

“Oh, yeah!!” grunted Reese “That’s a good tongue you’ve got Miz. Marvel. You definitely got the skills.” Carol was beyond mortified. She had been sucking his testicles for the last several minutes, and it was all she could do not to vomit. It wasn’t good enough that she take them into her mouth, he said, they had to get a good “tongue lashing”, the pun definitely intended. She considered resisting but the one time she tried, he used that damn choke collar on her. Her only hope was to bring him off as quickly as possible. He pushed her off his balls, grabbed a large section of her hair in both hands and thrust his cock into her mouth, sawing it in and out rapidly.

“C’mon, you little slut, tighten those lips or I’ll tighten that collar!” She reluctantly complied, bringing her lips tight against his invading member. She let her teeth rake against him as he withdrew, garnering a groan of pleasure from Reese. He began to increase his pace and she could tell he was on the brink. She started to stroke him with her tongue. That proved to be the last straw. He pushed her off him, the flood already beginning to flow. ”AGGGGGHH!” He exclaimed as his hot seed splattered all over Carol’s face, the grayish-white semen a stark contrast to the black mask she wore. After a few seconds, he put his hands on her shoulders and knelt down so they were face to face. “You know, for a big bad ex-superhero, you make a fantastic cocksucker. But like I said before, it’s all you’re good for.” “Go to hell, you bastard!”, she said, spitting into his face. He slapped her hard. “You still think you’re a tough little bitch, huh?” I think, its time you had you attitude adjusted.” He reached down and grabbed the crotch of her costume, pulling it away from her body. He pulled a knife from his belt and cut the crotch away. He replaced her costume, exposing her vagina. He tapped another button on his device and the pole mounted dildo came rising out of the floor. She looked down at it, it was so huge! There’s no way it will fit!!

Within seconds it was pressing against the lips of her vagina. She looked at Reese who gazed at her with childish glee. “Gee, Miz. Marvel, looks like you’re in a bit of a tight situation. I might be able to help you out of it. All you have to do is admit you’re an ineffectual little slut. Do that and you may be able to walk tomorrow.” She glared back at him. “I’d rather die.” He sighed, “Your funeral.” He pressed a button and the dildo launched forward, almost two inches within her. The pain was indescribable. She strained against her bonds, trying to focus past the huge device that threatened to split her in two. Reese pressed the button again and another two inches pressed into her. “Aiiieeeeee!” She screamed, tears flowing down her eyes. He pressed another button and the post she was bound to began to move upward until the device was nearly out of her. Small streams of blood and fluid flowed down the length of the phallus. Grabbing her by the chin, Reese asked, “Ready to give in, bitch?” You know you want to.” Carol breathed deeply and stared back at him and said defiantly, “Never.” He pressed the button and the pole sank down again, the huge phallus tearing into her. He manipulated the buttons for a few minutes, moving her off and on the huge device. He knew she’d break soon. Suddenly his pager rang. He stopped the poles, leaving her impaled on the phallus. He stood looking at the device for a full minute. He activated her pole, moving her up until her crotch hovered over the phallus. “Gotta run, slut. But don’t worry; I’ve set the pole to lower you an inch every five minutes. I figure by the time I get back, you’ll be ready to anything to get that bad boy out of you. And I do mean anything.” He leaned down and kissed her roughly on the lips. “That’s assuming you’re still alive, of course.” He laughed as he left the room. Carol strained against the straps on her arms, frantically trying to get free. It was no use. She was completely helpless until he returned. Looking down at the enormity of what awaited her, she found herself praying for his swift return.

Level 2

Ororo had no idea how long she’d been falling. All she knew was that she was plummeting in complete darkness. Suddenly, there was a bright light, and the ground rushed up at her. She barely threw her hands up in time, blunting the impact with an awkward tumble. She got up and determined nothing had been broken. She looked about her new surroundings: A gymnasium, wood floors and high walls. There were no apparent doors on the stark white walls. She could see a metal post at the far end of the room about four feet high. There was a glass case sitting at the top of it. She started towards it when she heard something behind her. She turned to see the Scarlet Witch fall through a portal several feet above the floor. She landed unceremoniously on her rear end. “Damn!”, she said rising to her feet, “This is getting annoying” “Tell me about it” Storm replied.

They moved down to the post, each relating their ordeals to the other. “It just felt so real.” Wanda said “I knew it wasn’t Pietro, but still…” Ororo nodded, “You couldn’t ignore it. This is all part of their sick game, using the events of our pasts to break us down.” They reached the post, looking at the object inside the glass cube: a small metal cylinder with a tapered end. “What is it?” Wanda asked. Storm studied it for a moment. “It’s the key” she concluded, “the key to the collars Shaw mentioned. See it’s the same size as the opening at the collar” She lifted her head pointing to the hole at the front of her collar. Wanda lifted the glass lid and removed the key. “He said it would only work on one collar, you should use it.” She said, handing it to her. She took it, and studied it for a moment, looking pensive. She saw the question in Wanda’s eyes. “I don’t know, this feels a little too easy, why give us any kind of advantage? Why would he AGGGGGHHH!!” Ororo groaned as she fell to the ground, her back slightly singed from the blaster fire. A Hellfire soldier was behind her, the smoking pistol still in his hand, preparing to fire it at her. Wanda reacted faster, casting a hex at him. “Owww!!” he yelled as the pistol exploded in his hand. Her collar beeped again; she’d only be able to use her powers one more time.

The soldier had dropped to his knees near Storm, cradling his injured hand. “Storm, are you all right? Can you hear me? Can you..Uumppppph!!” She groaned as a cloth was pressed against her nose and mouth. An arm wrapped around her waist, holding her arms back, pulling her feet off the ground. She realized instantly that the cloth had been doused with chloroform. The pungent chemical fumes began to fill her lungs. She tried to strike out at the man, but she couldn’t make contact with her arms restrained. The chloroform rapidly did it insidious work, robbing her of her senses. She was barely conscious when he released her. She sank to her knees about to fall forward when he grabbed her shoulders and eased her to the ground. “You okay Cole?” he called over to his comrade. “Yeah, I got some burns, but the glove took most of it. Gotta love those silent portals, they never heard us come in.” He tossed a pouch at him. “Tie that witch up, Reese. I don’t want to catch any more of her hocus pocus.” Reese took out the plastic ties and bound Wanda’s arms behind her at the elbows and wrists. A slight moan escaped her lips.

Cole stood and grabbed Storm’s hair, pulling her up into a kneeling position. Reese did the same to Wanda, breaking open a smelling salt container under her nose. Her eyes opened wide almost instantly, from the strong smell. “Wha…What’s happening?” She asked weakly. She quickly remembered after seeing the Hellfire soldier before her. She struggled against the ties on her elbows and arms, thrashing against his grip. Reese slapped her hard. “Listen up, you mutie witch. You’ve lost. We took you two down and now we’re going to have some fun.” He opened the catch at the fly of his suit, pulling out his hardening member. Smiling he said “First thing, I want to see if you can suck cock as good as your friend Ms. Marvel.” Wanda stiffened at the mention of her name. “If you’ve hurt her, I’ll…” “What? What will you do? Reese taunted “Give me a tongue lashing? You bet your pretty ass you will.” Wanda glared up at him “If you get that disgusting thing anywhere near me, I’ll bite it off.” Reese chuckled, “No, I don’t think you will. Cole, please introduce my pretty friend to the consequences of disobedience.”

Cole nodded, pulling a long blade from his belt. He held the flat of the blade against the unconscious Storm’s cheek. “Every time you don’t comply with one of my orders, Cole takes a chunk out of the weather witch. Case in point.” He nodded to Cole, who flipped the blade in his hand and made a small cut on Ororo’s cheek, a small line of blood dripping from it. “No!!” Wanda shouted “Please don’t!” Reese placed his hands on his hips, his member inches away from her lips. “Well then, you know what you have to do. Get on with it.” Wanda hesitated for a few seconds then opened her mouth and slowly took him in. She had never done this before; her husband, the android avenger known as the Vision, was a capable lover but had no desire to be stimulated like this. She moved her head forward until his the head of his member was pressing against her throat. She stopped there, not sure what to do. Reese thumped her head with his fist. “No, no, no, you stupid whore. What’s the matter, you never gave a blow job before? It’s real simple: Get those lips tight on my meat. Move your head back and forth, sucking it all the while!! Now do it before Cole gives that black bitch another mouth!” Wanda forced back her revulsion and complied, bringing lips together and moving up and down along his length. After a minute, Cole groaned, “Ohh Yeah…That’s it, now pick up the pace!!” He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back towards him. She went faster, trying to rush him to climax, a tear running down her cheek.

Cole was enjoying the view, the Scarlet Witch, the big deal Avenger, down on her knees, sucking cock!! Damn, he thought, I love this job! He looked down at the unconscious Storm. Too bad she’s not awake;he would love to rape that luscious mouth of her. He grinned wide, struck with an inspiration. He dropped her to the ground on her back. He took out his knife then reached down and lifted the gold ring that connected the top and bottom of Storm’s costume away from her body. In one deft motion, he sliced the ring off. He thrust the knife into the ground then reached down and released his long hard member. Straddling her midsection, he hooked his fingers under the bottom of her top. He lifted it up, exposing her well rounded breasts, her dark nipples erect. He spat in his hand and rubbed the saliva between her breasts. Placing his cock between them, he squeezed her breasts together and began thrusting himself between them. Still unconscious, Storm’s head lolled back and forth as he pumped her teats. He kept thrusting for several minutes, a combination of saliva and sweat keeping her breasts lubricated.

Reese was having the time of his life, putting down Ms. Marvel was fun but a little too easy. He had merely played with her inadequacies, pushing the obvious buttons. The Witch didn’t have those kinds of problems, but basic coercion can still be an effective tool. He held his tool against his midsection as Wanda suckled his balls. “C’mon, baby! You can suck harder than that!!” Despair was beginning to creep into heart. She twisted against the ties; bound like she was there was no way to trigger a hex. She saw the other one on top of Storm, rubbing himself against her breasts. She couldn’t see any way to stop this terrible ordeal.

Ororo woke wondering what was sitting on her. She could fell the hard ground on the side of her face. She didn’t open her eyes; thinking it was better not to alert whoever was there that she was awake. She felt the heat on her chest and quickly realized what was being done to her. She decided to risk opening the eye closest to the ground, hoping her molester wouldn’t notice. She saw a knife stuck into the ground about a foot away from her hand. She slowly began to move her hand towards it. Cole, starting to feel the first signs of an impending orgasm, reached forward and grabbed Storm’s chin. She quickly shut her eyes. He put both hands back on her breasts and pumped furiously. Keeping her eyes shut, Ororo moved as slowly as she could. Where was that knife? She suddenly felt the handle make contact with her palm; she quickly wrapped her fingers around it. Cole knew he had only a few seconds before he exploded. He reached forward grabbed her hair and lifted her head up. Storm let her mouth go slack as he held her head up. He lifted his cock off her chest and pumped with his hand aiming at Storm’s open mouth. Cole didn’t notice that Ororo had just freed the knife from its home in the ground. “Uhhh.Uhhh..Aggghhhh!!!” He groaned as he climax, launching streams of hot semen into her open mouth. Gagging on his foul seed, Storm brought the knife up in a wide arc, leaving a deep gash in his torso. “Aiiieee!!!” He screamed, blood running down his stomach. He rolled off her, pressing his hands against the wound. Ororo spit out his foul seed and sprang on top of the injured man.

Reese had closed his eyes, so completely lost in Wanda’s oral ministrations that he didn’t register Cole’s’ scream. Wanda had noticed, however. She saw Storm get on top of the man, pressing her forearm into his neck. Wanda could hear his ragged breaths as he struggled against her. She could see he was faltering from the knife wound. Wanda realized that if Reese saw what was happening, they’d be done for. There was only one thing to do, she knew, though it revolted her completely. She began to suck even harder on his member, stroking it with her tongue. He groaned loudly from this new stimulation, oblivious to the battle being waged a few feet away.

Ororo pressed down against Cole’s neck with all her weight. He tried to push her off, but didn’t have the strength. Finally, his eyes rolled up in his skull, and he passed out. She got off his chest and looked at the wound; it was deep but treatable, he’d probably live. She looked and saw the Scarlet Witch on her knees before another of the hunters, frantically sucking him. She had to help her! She checked the unconscious man for weapons but he had none. “Blast it all” she thought and began to concentrate.

Reese knew he didn’t have much longer. He grabbed Wanda’s head in both his hands and held it steady as he pumped into her mouth. Wanda’s muffled groans grew louder as he raped her mouth. Suddenly he pressed her head against his crotch, screaming “Ohhhh Yeahhhh!!! Swallow that down, sweetheart. Doesn’t it just hit the spot?” She had no choice but to comply. After he coated her throat with his seed, he pushed her off him. “You may be a good cocksucker yet, lady.” He said, kneeling down to her. “All you need is more practice, and I plan on keeping you busy night an da..aaaaahhhhh!!!” He screamed as he was struck by lightning. He fell next to Wanda, his back smoldering. Storm found a knife on Reese’s belt and cut Wanda free. “Thanks”, she said trying to get circulation back in her arms. “What now?” Storm replied, “Now we finish this.” She looked around the room slowly. “There it is!” she said pointing at the small cylinder a few yards away, “The key!” She snatched it up from the floor and walked back over to Wanda, who had a dubious expression. “I’m not sure if this is a good idea, it could be some kind of trap.” Storm shook her head. “I don’t think so, In Shaw’s mind, defeating us even though one had powers would be a great coup for him. We’ll have to chance it, neither one of us can use our powers for very much longer. Storm took the device and fitted in the collar opening. In a few seconds, collar opened, falling to the ground. The key was still in the opening. Wanda tried to free the cylinder but it was no use, it had fused to the hole. “I see why it can only be used once” she stated coolly. “We’ve got to find a way out of here.” Storm said, scanning the room for any sign of the portal. Wanda had an inspiration, “They came in here through a portal, it stands to reason they would have to some means to open them. They quickly searched their two attackers and discovered they both had a small black box containing three buttons. Ororo took one and began pressing the buttons. Nothing happened on the first two but when she pressed the third, a portal appeared a few feet away from them. They cautiously stepped through the portal.

They stood in a small square chamber, not a tenth the size of the gymnasium they’d just left. The wall and floors were a dull metal color except for two of the walls which were a smoke colored glass. In the center of the room was another metal post a circular pedestal atop it. A plastic card sat in a holder on the pedestal. “This is too simple, Ororo said, “It must be a trap.” Wanda nodded. “We have to stop playing their game; it’s designed to make us lose.” Ororo was about to suggest a plan when the images started to appear on the glass walls. Kitty was on one being orally molested; Carol on the other, about to be split in two by a huge dildo. On each screen there was a clock counting down. There was only 8 minutes left on the counter. Wanda was so distracted by Carol’s plight she wasn’t able to stop Ororo from running to the pedestal and removing the card. Concealed nozzles filled the room with gas in less than a minute. One nozzle had caught Wanda in the face and she succumbed almost instantly. Storm was already on her knees, trying to summon winds to blow away the gas but she couldn’t summon the concentration. Nearly overwhelmed by the fumes, she tried to will herself the strength to rise but couldn’t do it. She fell to the floor, looking up at an increasingly blurry ceiling. Her last thought before oblivion was “Kitten, I have failed you.”

Ororo woke with a strain in her arms. She didn’t need to open her eyes to know why; she could feel the cold steel tight around her wrists. Her arms were stretched taut over her head. She looked down and saw her feet were off the ground. Her legs were free, but she couldn’t do anything but dangle from her wrists. She also felt the all too familiar inhibitor collar on her neck again. She glanced at her surroundings; stone walls and floors with a slightly musty smell. She remembered this place; this was the basement of the Hellfire Club! “Good, you’re awake.” Shaw said standing behind her. “You two made a good run, I admire your viciousness with Cole, I knew you had it in you.” The observation sickened her. “Where is the Scarlet Witch? What have you done with Kitty?” she demanded. Shaw smiled, “You’ll be reunited with young Ms. Pryde soon enough. First, allow me to answer your first question.” He grabbed Ororo’s arm and spun her around. She was looking at a large wall composed of vertical steel shutters. Shaw wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed a small control device in his other hand. The shutters parted to reveal a plexiglass wall beneath. Ororo’s eyes were wide with horror at the scene before her.

Wanda was chained like she was, but her legs were also bound at her ankles and above the knees. She slowly turned back and forth, twisting on the vertical chain her manacles were connected to. A large red ballgag was strapped on to her. Her face was red with tears, sheer terror in her eyes. Ororo quickly saw why as Pierce came into view, holding a horsewhip. He walked around her slowly, slapping the whip in the palm of his hand. Steeping behind her he lashed out with the whip, striking her just above her rear end. Ororo could hear the whip make contact with Wanda’s skin and her muffled screams. Shaw leaned in close to Storm, almost whispering in her ear, “Our White Bishop’s has quite a penchant for pain, especially providing it to the fairer sex.” Pierce continued his vicious assault, no apparent pattern to his strikes, occasionally hitting her more than once and never in the same location. He whipped her legs hard enough to rip at her stockings. After what seemed an eternity, Pierce tossed the whip away and stood before her, appraising his handiwork. Wanda was panting through the gag, hanging slack in her chains. He suddenly reached forward grabbing the top of her costume and tore down the left cup, exposing her breast. He leaned forward and took the nipple in his mouth, sucking it voraciously. “As you can see, she’s in very good hands” Shaw grinned turning Ororo back away from Wanda’s plight.

One of the heavy metal doors opened. Reese walked in with Kitty Pryde; she was naked, arms bound behind her back. She groaned loudly through her gag as her eyes met Ororo’s. Reese roughly pushed her to the floor and walked over to them. He looked over to Shaw, a question in his eyes. He nodded. Reese made eye contact with Storm and held it for a few seconds. He then threw a wicked right cross, snapping her head to the side. The pain was incredible! Storm saw white flashes behind her closed eyes; it was all she could do to not to pass out. She could feel a small trickle of blood flow from her nose. Reese grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. He spat in her face. “That was for Cole you bitch!” He removed his pants and knelt down next to Kitty who stared at Storm. He reached forward and squeezed one of Kitty’s breasts. “But this” Reese said, “This is just for me.” Grabbing her arm, Reese sat down on the floor and pulled the bound girl into a kneeling position, straddling his midsection. Her back to him, he sat up and grabbed both her arms, maneuvering her over his large erection. “Okay, Kitty cat”, Reese chuckled, “time to take a ride on the pole.” He began pulling her down. “Nnnnh!” Kitty groaned, fighting him. Shaw suddenly wrapped his hand around Ororo’s face, his fingers pressing against her jaw. He stared coldly at Kitty “If you wish her to live, stop resisting.” Ororo tried to speak but Shaw’s hand was like a vise. She and Kitty looked at each other for a moment, then Kitty looked down, defeated. Reese jerked her arms and she felt the head of his penis penetrate her. “All right baby!” His hands clutched her shoulders, “time to bust that sweet cherry!” He pulled at her shoulder and thrust his pelvis at the same time, his fully inserted penis obliterating her hymen. “Aiiieee!!!...Plss..Dnnnnt!!!” Kitty screamed as he filled her. She had always hoped Peter would be the one, not some vicious thug. “Don’t worry, darlin’” Reese said, “The pain goes away. Now that I’ve made a woman of you, time you learned more of the whoring trade. I want you to start moving up and down on my pole.” She shook her head violently. “Get started bitch, or you’ll be the death of your friend.” Shaw held his hand just below Ororo’s chin; she knew what would happen if she didn’t follow his orders. She slowly lifted herself up, his penis sliding out of her raw sheath. When she was about halfway up, she came down again. After a few seconds she began to find a rhythm, much to Reese’s delight. “Now you’re getting it!” Despite the pain and humiliation, or perhaps because of it, she could feel herself getting wet. Her fluids slid down his cock, making her movements easier. Tears ran down her eyes as she continued impaling herself.

Shaw stood behind Storm, his hands clutching her large breasts. He kissed her cheek, laughing. “Your Miss Pryde is beginning to enjoy herself. Perhaps I should take a turn with her after Reese is finished.” She tried to pull away from him to no avail. “If you touch her Shaw. I’ll…” “What?” he taunted “What can you do? You’ve always failed the ones you supposedly love: Your family. Jean Grey. and now the Pryde girl. Face it Ororo! You’re no good to anyone except me.” The words stung her, and she knew he’d expected them to. She was about to reply when she heard Kitty muffled cries grow louder. Reese had grabbed her bound arms and began thrusting his hips, slamming his cock into her roughly. She pleaded, “Sstttpp!! Orrrro!! Hlp!! Plssss!!!” Tears welled up in Storm’s eyes; she would have killed Reese if she had the power. Shaw reached up and released Storm’s manacles and she fell hard on the stone floor. He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards a door. She pulled against him but he was far stronger, easily dragging her away. She looked at Kitty one last time before being shoved through the door. Reese pounded away at her, her whimpering only adding to his pleasure. Seconds later, he could feel himself coming to a climax. He sat up and held her breasts, squeezing the nipples. “Here it comes, Kitty cat!!” He groaned as his hot seed filled her. Once he was finished, he shoved her off and stood. She curled in a ball, sick from his violation. He knelt down beside her, stroking her side. “Good job, little lady. You’ve definitely got talent, you just need more experience.” He grabbed her arm and lifted her to her feet. “Now come along Kitty cat; we’ll go down to gym. A few my buddies have been working over Ms. Marvel for awhile. They’ll enjoy a nice piece of ass like you. Just think, you’ll be able to practice some of the skills you learned today.” As he dragged her out the door, Kitty sobbed, realizing her ordeal wasn’t over.

Wanda didn’t know it was possible to hurt this much. After Pierce had so thoroughly beaten her with the whip, she couldn’t resist when he untied her legs and dragged her into a bedroom. He threw her onto the bed and connected her manacles to a hook built into the bedframe. He then tied each ankle to the corner of the bed, spreading her legs. She made an attempt at struggling against her bonds, but she was too tired and sore. Pierce moved to a small table in the corner and took something from it. He had removed his jacket, revealing his expensive silk shirt. What caught her eye though was the small blade he held in his hand. He got on the bed, kneeling down between her legs. He held the knife just above her crotch. Wanda tried to move her legs, but they were tied too well. “Now don’t you move” Pierce ordered, “I’d hate to cut you.” Wanda willed herself to be still, a cold knot of fear in her stomach. He deftly cut away at her costume and stockings until her crotch became completely exposed. He quickly shifted his position so he has kneeling near her torso, one hand on her exposed breast. “Allow me to share something with you, Wanda.” He said in a conversational tone, “Unlike the other members of the club, I am not a mutant. I am a cyborg, while I retain a considerable amount of flesh, underneath it is one of the most intricate technological systems on earth. This gives me an advantage over normal humans in strength, speed and…other things.”

He reached down and thrust two of his fingers into her slit. Wanda groaned as she felt them sawing in and out of her. After a moment she began to feel something else besides his fingers, some kind of vibration. Her eyes grew wide as she realized that it was coming from his fingers. She started to feel the same vibrations coming from his hand on her breast. They were growing stronger and she could feel her body begin to respond to it. Pierce looked down at her. “I can see you like the fingers. Let me show you what else they can do.” He held her hard clitoris between his forefinger and thumb. Suddenly a small electric current ran through it. “AGGgggggghh!!!” she screamed through the ballgag. She had never felt anything like it. Though it was painful, she had felt an almost overpowering pleasure; she could feel her juices flowing down her inner thighs. Pierce smiled “My latest upgrade. No woman can resist it. Let’s see how long you last.” He leaned forward and took her erect nipple in her mouth, sucking hard on it. He kept administering the shocks with his other hand. Wanda head turned from side to side, trying to resist the stimulation and what it was doing to her. After a few minutes, Pierce stopped, knowing she was on the brink. “You lasted longer than most” he grinned, “But in the end, the outcome is never in doubt.” He squeezed her clit viciously and released a final shock that overwhelmed Wanda. “Aiiiiiiieeee!!!” she screamed as she climaxed, her body twitching for a few minutes. Pierce rose from the bed and looked at the defeated woman. He began undoing his pants, “Foreplay’s over.”

Ororo hit the floor hard after Shaw had shoved her into the room. They were in a spacious bedroom, filled with antique furniture. She was filled with rage from having to be a helpless witness to Kitty’s rape. She knew what he intended to do to her and she resolved not to let it happen. She got to the floor and rushed at Shaw, who had just locked the door. She kicked him hard in the stomach, a satisfying groan of pain escaping his lips. Shaw doubled over from this blow allowing her to follow it with a hard knee to his chest. He went down on one knee. She threw another punch to his head but it never reached his target. He swiftly grabbed her wrist, his grip like a vise. He rose, twisting her arm behind her back, bending it upwards. She wailed in pain, unable to resist as her smashed her against a nearby wall. He whispered in her ear, “Dear Ororo, Did you forget who you are facing? My mutant abilities allow me to absorb kinetic energy. All you accomplished with your little outburst was making me stronger.” The pain brought a measure of clarity to her mind; she’d made a stupid move. He pulled some leather straps from his pockets. “Best to keep those arms of yours restrained for now.” Bending her arms behind her back, he lashed her wrists to her elbows, and then used another strap at her forearms. He grabbed her arm and threw her on the bed.

“If you insist on acting like an animal, Ororo, I will treat you like one.” He pulled her over to the foot of the bed. A half circle had been cut out of at the top edge of the foot board. Placing her neck on it, Shaw wound a cord around her neck and tied it off to hooks on the front of the foot board. She now lay on her stomach, tightly bound to the bed, completely helpless. “Are you quite comfortable my dear?” Shaw taunted. “Now, I think we can begin.” He removed his pants, his long, thick penis fully erect. He grabbed a handful of her snow white hair and forced her head up. Ororo groaned from the pain of this position. He moved the head of his cock against her lips. “Pleasure me woman. I shouldn’t have to remind you of the penalty for disobedience.” After a moment of hesitation, she slowly opened her mouth. He pushed forward, the head of his member crashing against her throat. He grabbed her head with both hands and began pumping into her. “Yesss!” he groaned, “That’s a good little bitch!! That’s all your gender is good for, just another hole for a man to pleasure himself with.” Ororo almost choked on his huge member as he thrust in even farther. After a few minutes, he withdrew, laughing at Storm’s racking coughs and attempts to catch her breath. “Very good, girl. But I think now I’d like the pleasure of taking another of your openings.” Tears freely flowed from Ororo’s eyes as Shaw began to move towards the bed.

Pierce had removed his clothes slowly, savoring the moment. He placed his neatly folded clothing on the table, then freed Wanda’s ankles. He climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs. Horrified, she tried to kick him away, but the blows had no affect. He fell on top of her, licking her cheek roughly. He cooed in her eat, “By all means, keep resisting. It makes this so much more satisfying.” He pulled down the other cup of her costume and slid down placing his head against her breasts. He licked and sucked at her breasts for a few more minutes. Wanda grunted in her gag, still trying to recover from the orgasm he’d forced on her. Finally, he rose to his knees, grabbed each of her legs and hooked them over her shoulder. He carefully aimed his member at the entrance to her sex. “Now my little slut, it’s time for you to see how a real mechanical man fucks!” “Agggghhhh!!” she screamed as he rammed into her. He was huge completely filling her sheath. He leaned forward pumping rapidly, her ragged breaths punctuating every thrust. “What do you think Wanda?” he taunted “Better than that second rate robot you married?” He said that last word with dripping contempt. “What kind of deluded fool of a woman would take a machine as her lover, when she could do infinitely better?” He reached forward and grabbed her breasts, the vibrating digits stimulating her further. “That’s why I chose you. You need to realize what an embarrassment you are to all of your kind. And I daresay this will be a punishment you’ll remember for the rest of your days.” Wanda glared back at him; he wasn’t the first to disparage her marriage to the Vision. But no one had every violated her like this, physically or emotionally. Enraged, she squeezed her legs around Pierce’s neck, trying to choke him. Pierce, grunting from the pain, squeezed her nipples and released the electric charge through his fingers. “Aiiiiieee!!” Wanda screamed, and released his neck. Pierce pumped even faster. Even in her stunned condition, she could feel herself beginning to climax. Pierce felt it too and brought his hand down to her engorged clit, stimulating it with his vibrating fingers. It was all too much for the powerless woman and she came with a roar. The constricting of her vaginal walls overwhelmed Pierce and he exploded within her, filling her womb with his vile seed. Dropping her legs to the bed he fell on top of her. The force of her orgasm was so strong she had passed out. After a few seconds he rose off the bed. That was as good as any he’d ever had, just as he’d expected. Putting on his clothes he thought about visiting the gym and taking the Danvers woman, or perhaps the young Pryde girl. Decisions, decisions…

“Aggghhh!” Ororo groaned as he felt Shaw’s fingers invade her sex. He had climbed onto the bed and quickly ripped off her the bottom of her costume, exposing her. He forced her legs apart and knelt down between them. He began gently, rubbing his fingers against the lips of her vagina but quickly worked one finger inside her then two. Now he was pumping them in and out of her at a frantic pace. “Yes, you like this don’t you Ororo?” He grinned. “I can feel you getting wetter by the second.” She didn’t want to admit he was right, she could feel the warmth spreading in her loins. “S..Stop this now Shaw!!” She demanded, “You won’t get away with this.” He laughed, “Of course I will, my dear.” He pulled his fingers away, reached up and freed her neck from the foot board. She tried to twist away but couldn’t with his weight on her. He grabbed her hips and forced her up into a kneeling position. He took his rock hard cock and rubbed it against her asscheeks. Moving his member against the lips of her vagina, he hissed, “I had you in a similar position the first time we met, remember. I thought then that one day I’d have you and that day has come. With one hand on her ass the other holding her arm, he thrust into her wet sex. “Agghhh!!! S..Stop it!! Don’t!!” He pulled her back, completing his insertion. “Too late wind rider, you are mine.” He began thrusting into her, amazed at the woman’s tightness. Tears fell down Ororo’s eyes, she couldn’t believe she was being violated like this. She had faced many adversities in her life but none as horrible as this. Each thrust took a piece of her strength, self-respect and soul. Worse, she could feel her body responding, her juices running down his member, easing his penetrations. Shaw has enjoying every second of this assault. This black bitch once thought herself a goddess, he enjoyed knocking her off that pedestal. He reached forward, grabbed both her bound arms and pulled her up, arching her back. He then pumped even harder, trying to bring her to a climax. Ororo was on her last legs. “Unhhh,,,unhhh…Please,,,no..more.”, she heard herself beg. Shaw kept pumping, her juices squirting out of her as he did. Finally, she could hold back no longer and a huge orgasm racked through her body, which spasmed uncontrollably. Shaw grabbed her waist and rode through it, holding himself tightly in her. Once she stopped moving, he kept thrusting for a few more seconds before his own release. “Yes!!!” he shouted as he came, his victory was complete. He scooped her up in his arms and kissed her hungrily, his tongue invading her mouth. This had been a hunt to remember.

Later

Shaw walked into the lab and stood behind a tall blonde woman wearing a corset that accentuated her amazing figure. Eyes closed, she held her gloved fingers a few inches away from Storm’s head. The unconscious mutant was strapped to a gurney, an IV strapped to her arm. “How’s it coming?” he asked. “Very well, Shaw.” Emma Frost, White Queen of the Hellfire club, replied. “I’ve completed the mind wipe and installed the new memories.” Emma was a powerful telepath, not as great as Xavier but she exceeded him on a few points, mental manipulation being one of them. “One of the benefits of a traumatic experience is the subconscious desire to eliminate the memory. Once the new memory is implanted, the subconscious adds to it, giving it greater authenticity.” And the physical damage?” He inquired. “The superficial bruising and cuts were easy to repair with the dermal revitalizers, thought Ms. Pryde’s condition was a bit trickier. She’ll remember having a nasty accident that resulted in her ruptured hymen. I’m certain there won’t be any questions.” Shaw smiled. “Excellent, you’ve returned the Danvers woman and the Scarlet Witch?” “Yes, the men deposited them at her apartment thirty minutes ago. They’ll remember getting slightly drunk and falling asleep on the couch together.” He held her arms and nuzzled her cheek, “Excellent work as always, Emma.” He cupped her breasts. “See you tonight?” She looked back at him, “Of course.”

Shaw and Pierce sat down in plush chairs in the chambers watching the video of the Pryde girl’s rape, drinking cognac out of large glasses. “Priceless,” Pierce said, “I can’t wait to show this to Leland, he’ll be so sorry he missed this. Shaw smiled, “Quite right. Ah, well there’s always next year. Any candidates come to mind?” “Oh yes.” Pierce replied, handing him a data sheet. “The Invisible Girl, yes, a definite possibility. He kept reading. “Polaris?” he didn’t recognize her. “She’s not well known, has magnetic abilities similar to Magneto.” Shaw looked at the photo: excellent body with green hair. He wondered if all her hair was green. “Look into these Pierce, We’ll need to plan these carefully, particularly Mrs. Richards.” Pierce rose, “Of course.” “Oh, and Pierce?” he said. “Yes?” Smiling he said “Happy Holidays.” Shaw looked at the monitor, watching Kitty Pryde in the throes of a her first orgasm. The gift that keeps on giving, he thought.

The End