VIRGINITY
LOST–AT LONG LAST
By
Scarlet
Chapter
2. Magneto’s Scheme to Earn an Heir
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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.”
“Awake
yes, sugar, but if y’all count being trussed up like a pig
waitin’ for slaughter as well, then I’d say ya
gotta a funny way a looking at things.
Why don’t y’all be a be a nice fellah
and let me loose of this here thing I’m in?
If’n ya do that, I may not pound ya inta dog
meat when I do get free!”
“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 the 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
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!”
Magneto
dropped his left hand down, and gently pulled his index finger through
the flowery furrows of the X-man’s labial lips. Rogue’s face
contorted, showing the mixed emotions of shame and anger, as liberties
were taken with her privates. Magneto’s
eyes gloated at her as he watched the show her face put on, and then
slowly pushed the gloved finger upward to rest before the
girl’s tearful eyes as he softly teased, “And I
suppose the moisture is from the cold as well?”
“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 puppeteered 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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