VIRGINITY
LOST–AT LONG LAST
By
Scarlet
Chapter 2. Magneto’s Scheme to Earn an Heir
WARNING: This story contains sexual
situations and violence (nc, MF). It is to be read by adults only. If this sort
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Magneto was evidently
prepared to use the brainwashing machine on her, if that was what it would take
to make her give him his heir. Perhaps he didn’t understand that her
brain wasn’t the problem he had to overcome, at least not the major
problem. Rogue couldn’t produce an heir for Magneto, or anyone else for
that matter, because of her power–her curse. If any human being, mutant
or not, touched her skin, she would absorb their powers, personality, memories,
and life energy. If the contact was to be maintained for too long, the
individual touching her could be severely injured–Ms. Marvel had been in a
comma for many months after Rogue had absorbed her persona and powers.
Magneto walked quickly through the doors to stand beside the fidgeting captive, and politely announced, “Rogue, I see you are awake and well.”
“Oh, I’ll let you free
soon enough, Rogue,” Magneto chortled, “I’m pretty sure that my powers are a
good match for your ‘Marvelous’ abilities. It is your mutant power that
I’m most interested in sorting out.”
“I kinda figured
that. I touch y’all or y’all touch me, and I’ll use your ability to
manipulate metal to twist this here post system I’m a strapped into right off a
me and onta you,” Rogue threatened.
“I’m sure you would,
Rogue…I’m sure you would. You misstate my mutant powers slightly,
however. My special abilities are to control the full spectrum of
electromagnetic forces, although I am especially attuned to magnetism.
Now if my theory about how your mutant power functions is correct, then my own
powers may able to negate those abilities, in terms of their affecting me, at
least. You see…I think that your power/energy/persona thieving abilities
are electrical in nature at the cellular, if not the molecular, level.”
“Are y’all saying that
ya can cure me…make me like a normal person…when it comes ta touchin’ and
such?” Rogue asked in a hopeful, quivering voice.
“No…I’m afraid
not. What I mean is that I believe I can use my powers to set up a
molecular-thickness electromagnetic barrier between my skin and yours, which would
prevent your powers from being triggered when I ‘touch’ you. The barrier
would be so thin that my ‘touch’ on your skin would feel just exactly like it
feels to any other person when I touch them. If we were to kiss, you
would taste me just like any other woman would taste me. It would allow
me to do with you anything that I can do with any other woman.”
“Anything?” Rogue asked
nervously, a blush coming across her face.
“Anything!” Magneto
answered confidently.
“So that is what this
here heir thing is about?”
“Yes.”
“And if’n I say no?”
“Why would you?
This is your one chance to experience…to do with a man what any other woman can
do. Aren’t you curious as to what it is like?”
“Yes…maybe…but kidnap
an’ bondage doesn’t put me in the mood!”
“A pity! For
things to be consensual would be most desirable. You do like me, don’t
you, Rogue?”
“There was a time,
bucket head…there was a time back before I joined the X-men that I kinda had a
crush on ya…but now…”
“After you decided that
normal humans shouldn’t be forced to serve mutant kind…after you decided that
you needed Charles Xavier’s mental powers to help you sort through your
personality traits and determine which elements are you, and which were part of
the personas that you have absorbed when you used your mutant ability?
Mere philosophy and pragmatism! How could such as that come between you
and me?”
“Magneto, no matter how
much y’all try ta rationalize things…the bottom line is that I am an X-man now,
and you are the leader of the Brotherhood. I just don’t see us all makin’
up and becomin’ allies anytime soon, so y’all are gonna have to accept the
notion that I ain’t gonna be your main squeeze or anything like that.”
“I accept nothing,
except that this is the way things are between us at this very moment. I
had hoped that you would give me what I must have of your own free will…and out
of a mutual need. However, if that is not in the cards, then I will force
you to give me what I seek while you are in adamantium restraints, such as
those that bind you now…and hope that you will forgive me later. Time to
remove your uniform!”
Rogue turned beet red
from embarrassment, and muttered angrily under her breath, as Magneto removed
her boots and then her gloves, and unzipped the front of her bodysuit.
She simply glared at the self-proclaimed most powerful mutant on Earth as he morphed
open the restraint on her right arm, pulled the sleeve down her arm and off of
her wrist, and morphed the metal restraint closed again. Her glare grew
less angry and more fearful as he repeated the process with her left
sleeve. Then her eyes filled with tears as her covering was pulled down
her torso to expose her entire body above her knees, and the master of
magnetism chuckled at the revelation that she wore no undergarments.
Temporarily releasing one ankle at a time by morphing the metal again with his
magnetic powers, Magneto was able to pull the bodysuit away from the X-man and
toss it to the side where her boots and gloves had started a pile on the
floor. The leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants smiled broadly as he
stood to admire his work, and the assets of the maiden he so desired.
“Now, that wasn’t so
bad, was it?”
“Easy for y’all ta
say…you’re not the one shivering in the cold air. Y’all can expect ta be
pounded inta grits after I get free!”
“I’ll take my chances,”
Magneto answered calmly as he reached up to cup the southern belle’s soft,
rotund breasts in his gloved hands, taking care to brush his thumbs over her
hardening nipples. “I note that you are not entirely unexcited about the
prospects of what will come next,” he chortled as he nodded to the nubs under
his thumbs.
“I said it was cold…an’ there’s the livin’ proof. Now get y’alls paws off a me!”
“You’re a bastard!” Rogue
spat, the emotion she felt now clearly anger.
“Yes…yes I am,” Magneto
admitted, smiling. “You just hang where you are while I check the bio
scans that this room’s instruments have been collecting since your arrival
here.” Magneto turned his back on the quaking woman, and walked over to
the computer vault. It took him only a few seconds to enter the security
codes, the door swung slowly outward, and the master of magnetism walked
inside, the doors closing behind him. A few minutes later he returned to
stand at Rogue’s side, noting that the X-man had now regained her
composure. “I’m surprised at both you and Professor Xavier; there is no
sign of pregnancy protection in your bloodstream.”
Rogue shrugged, and
whispered in a cracking voice, indicative of the sense of defeat she was
feeling, “Why…why would someone who can’t be touched need birth control, bucket
head?”
“As I said, I’m
surprised at this mistake, for as you will soon find out, you can be touched…at
least by me. The instruments also indicate that your body will be at its
natural peak fertility in about two hours, so my timing has been most
fortunate.”
“Yeah, well I’d say
y’all’s death wish had peaked as well, and ya may not think that to be so
fortuitous a little while from now. Now we all know the proof is in the
puddin’. Keep on thinkin’ the way your thinkin’, and little ol’ me is
gonna be makin’ the puddin’.
“Empty threats,
Rogue…on your part at least. You don’t have the power to make good of
them. I on the other hand….” Magneto smiled broadly as his words
trailed off. “That said, I think it is time to place you in a more
vulnerable position, and give you a chance to fantasize about your impending
pleasure while I make my final preparations.”
Four rectangular metal
plates rose silently from the floor near where Rogue’s clothes were piled to
take positions behind the X-man’s wrists and ankles. As the four cuffs of
the pillar-like restraining device morphed open, the plates bent to form bands
around the girl’s ankles and wrists. Using his magnetic power on the four
bands on the southern belle’s limbs, Magneto levitated the maiden across the
room and, like a puppet, manipulated her into a position where she was bent
backward, secured face upward in a new restraining device…one that left the
girl’s sex and breasts much more exposed. The new device’s cuffs morphed
around her wrist, ankles, and thighs, and, simultaneously, the bands once more
became rectangular metal plates and floated over to rest again on the floor by
the pile of clothes.
To her credit, Rogue
responded to this humiliating show of force with no more than a few grunts to
indicate she was using her super strength to try to fight against the
manhandling. Once secured, she simply glared at her captor.
“Think about it,” Magneto commanded as he turned and walked out of the chamber to make his ‘preparations’.
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