VIRGINITY
LOST–AT LONG LAST
By
Scarlet
Chapter
3. Double Masquerade
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The
dark-blue-skinned,
white-clad woman remained silent, her golden eyes gleaming alertly as
she
watched Magneto leave the chamber carrying Rogue’s clothes
with him.
Magneto looked to be all business as he quickly entered a nearby
corridor, its
sliding doors closing with a hiss behind his fluttering cloak tail.
Minutes later, the corridor doors hissed again, and a bearded
man dressed
in a brown overcoat rushed into the hallway and began peering nervously
into
the chamber that held the writhing form of the naked X-Man.
The evenness
of the brown color throughout the late-middle-aged man’s hair
and beard spoke
loudly of his overuse of hair coloring chemicals, and his
vanity.
Mystique raised her left hand to her head as if to wipe the smile from
her face
as she moved away from the wall. As she had expected, Jason
Wyngarde,
codename Mastermind, was bent on taking a turn with Magneto’s
‘woman’ while the
‘Master of Magnetism’ was otherwise occupied.
‘The
fool!’ thought the
metamorph, ‘That idiot will ruin everything if he tries to
copulate with
Rogue! She will absorb his illusion-casting powers and, no
doubt, try to
use them to escape. Worse than that, she will absorb his
personality and
memories, and he will forever be a part of her
persona.’ Mystique knew
she could not allow that; she could not permit her stepdaughter to
become even
slightly as crass as Wyngarde was. Mystique began quietly
moving towards
Mastermind, striving to come up with the best possible solution for the
situation at hand. Then the idea struck her as if the
proverbial light
bulb had been switched on. ‘The Scarlet
Witch! He said he wanted
Magneto’s daughter, Wanda Maximoff, as a reward for his
patience! Well,
have her he will!’ As Raven continued to move
silently towards
Mastermind, her figure blurred and blue and white became crimson and
rose.
Mastermind,
suddenly
realizing he wasn’t alone, spun around to face the new
arrival with a guilty
look on his face. This
countenance was
replaced by a broad smile as he took in the curves of the buxom redhead
before
him, his hands on his hips. “I
believe
he is to be found in his chambers.
He
told me he was expecting you, and perhaps your brother Pietro, but I
thought he
said that would happen tomorrow. Still,
I’m not one to complain about an early arrival when she
possesses melons the
size of yours!”
“As
charming as ever,
aren’t we, Jason? I
could ask what you
are doing with a naked X-Man in bondage, seeing as how the X-Men and
Avengers
are on the same side. Or,
perhaps
better, I could ask Magneto why his lackey is salivating over that same
X-Man.”
“As
for what Rogue is
doing here…that is a question best answered by your father. As for my
presence…I merely was passing by,
noticed the open door, and was contemplating asking the girl if she
needed
anything,” stammered Mastermind as the blue-eyed heroine
looked accusingly at
him.
Nodding
at the tented
crotch of Mastermind’s pants, the crimson-clad woman chided,
“Well, by the
looks of things you were contemplating more about what Rogue might do
for you
than whether she needed a drink of water.”
“Well,
you know me,
Wanda, naked women do tend to have an effect. Still,
you can’t be sure I wasn’t going to
offer her a drink…can you?”
“Scarlet
Witch, is that
you out there? Are
y’all here to rescue
me from these Brotherhood creeps?”
Rogue
shrilled from within the chamber.
“I
mean to do what I
can, Rogue, yes. Just
don’t ruin things
by telling my father I’m here before I take action. Best you enjoy your
Earthrise, and remain
silent while I get on with it,” the redhead called back.
“Well,
y’all best not
take too long, ‘cause Magneto said he would be back
to…. He
said he would be back in two hours,” Rogue
warned not realizing the two at the chamber entrance were not really
paying
attention to her.
“You
know I can’t let
you attempt a rescue, don’t you Wanda?
Your father would be very unhappy if I let that
happen,” Mastermind
quipped, somehow thinking he may now have the upper hand. “Come to think
of it, he might just put you
in one of those bondage machines if he knew you had threatened to
interfere. In that
case, it would be most certainly you
I was contemplating…offering water to…not
Rogue!” Mastermind
smiled broadly at his clever table
turning.
“Hmmm,
I do see your
point,” the cloaked woman replied softly, nodding once again
at the even more
tented pants, “but I do hope I could convince you to keep
this little incident
from coming to Magneto’s attention.
Is
there somewhere we can talk in private?”
“YES…yes! A
private…conversation…would be in
order. There is an
empty chamber just
down that corridor where we can…talk…about
this.” Wynegarde replied excitedly,
nodding to the doors he had walked through minutes earlier. He quickly led the way
through the sliding corridor
doors, the two of them leaving Rogue alone to silently stare at the
beautiful
blue planet through the spaceport above her and wonder about what
events might
unfold in two short hours.
The
buxom, crimson-clad
woman quickly followed Wyngarde through the sliding corridor doors into
the
small chamber, looked around for a moment, and then replied,
“No thanks. The
amenities have most certainly improved
since I lived on Asteroid M. It
looks
like you have three roommates, based on the number of bunks. How do you know they
won’t be joining us?”
“No…I
live alone,”
Mastermind answered softly as he closed the refrigerator door empty
handed. “Magneto
sees fit to keep the facility ready
to hold an army…just in case he comes to need one up here. And yes, life on Asteroid
M is rather
pleasant compared to when we first settled in.
Speaking of pleasant…I must admit to being
pleasantly surprised at your
agreeing to join me here. I
rather had
the notion that you didn’t care too much for my
company.”
“Jason,”
the cloaked
woman chortled, “we have had our disagreements over your
overzealous
forwardness in the past, but that doesn’t mean I
don’t like or respect
you. I just
wasn’t ready to give you
what you desired.”
“And
you are now? Why?”
Mastermind queried dryly.
“I
really hadn’t meant
to indicate I was ready…to give you what you
desire,” the redhead spat nervously,
and then continued in a calmer tone.
“However,
I do have a libido that desires to be scratched upon occasion. A good back massage is
always relaxing. I’m
not the innocent girl that left the
Brotherhood for another life. And
then
there is the matter of not mentioning my conversation with Rogue to
Magneto. Perhaps
something could be
worked out if you were willing to agree to my terms.”
“Yes,
we could agree
between ourselves that we were never outside the chamber that holds
Rogue…neither
of us,” Mastermind quickly replied as he nodded his head. “What are these
terms that you mention would
be required before you would agree to let me…give you
that…back massage?”
“First,
you would have
to agree to never speak of this having happened.
Second, I was thinking that you might be
willing to use your mutant power to become someone
else…someone I have long
desired…but who doesn’t seem to notice my
desire…or show any indication of
desiring me in the same way?” the buxom woman stammered with
a reddening face.
“Who? Who is it that you desire
to fuck?” Wyngarde
crudely asked.
“Make
love with,” the
redhead quickly corrected. “Captain
America…could you…become him?”
“The
patriotic boy
scout? How
ordinary!” Mastermind quipped
struggling to control his urge to break into uncontrollable laughter. “From the way
you were stuttering, I had thought
you were going to name your overprotective brother and ask that I
become
Quicksilver. But
no, it is to be the
non-mutant dressed like an American flag!
Yes, of course I can cast the unbreakable illusion of
being the leader
of the Avengers…and will be more than happy to do so if it
means I get a shot
at your hot pussy! I
agree to both
terms!”
“FINE!”
the blue-eyed
comely woman spat, anger evident in her voice.
“However, if you want your illusion to be truly
unbreakable, you’re
going to need to keep that filthy mouth shut.
Get ready while I change in the wash closet.” The buxom woman abruptly
stepped into the
restroom and carefully closed the door.
Suddenly, with the characteristic blurring effect, the
woman’s shape
morphed from clothed to nude, and crimson and rose became dominantly
flesh
color. Mystique
didn’t wear clothes, she
morphed them, so she couldn’t do the strip tease Mastermind
would have likely
desired. Raven took
her time–she had her
own illusion to maintain–the illusion that she was the most
overdressed heroine
on the planet.
As
the woman exited the
bathroom, wearing only boots, gloves, and headdress, she nodded to
Captain
America who now stood in the middle of the room,
“You’re looking handsome as
always, Cap! Where
should we…do…this?”
“Well,
either the table
top or one of the upper bunks would work best I suppose,”
replied the red,
white, and blue-clad man. “Should
I…strip…now,
Wanda?”
“No,
leave the costume
on. The male
Avengers have a small, oval,
bathroom port that your huge member can protrude through. I think the top bunk
nearest the door will
work best. I’ll
climb up first.”
As
he watched the
Scarlet Witch climb carefully up on the bunk, to lie on her back,
Mastermind
couldn’t help wonder if his penis wasn’t as large
as the one he now exhibited. It
was certainly as hard, and that didn’t help
matters in the short run. He
climbed
quickly onto the bunk, and, with nary a kiss or caress, he thrust his
member
into her sex. Three
pumps later he
spilled is hot load into the frustrated woman.
“Sorry! It
has been a rather long
time since…” the patriotic hero stammered,
red-faced with embarrassment.
“Don’t
worry about it!”
the redhead exhorted. “You
lie on your
back and I’ll get you ready to go again.”
The man did as he was told, and soon felt a warm mouth
around his
member, urging his phallus back to hardness.
It didn’t take long before he was as ready as he
had been three thrusts
earlier.
As
the tiara crowned
head pulled away from the male organ, the woman softly asked,
“Is it okay if I
take the top position. I
think it will
be easier for me to make you last…control your
excitement…that way.”
“Sure…whatever
rocks
your boat, Princess,” the shield-wielding Avenger replied.
Only
grunts and sighs
filled the room to accompany the sound of lovemaking for the next ten
minutes
until the woman timed her climax, accompanied by three rapid sighs and
a
well-arched back, to coincide with the man’s second splort. “Deal
sealed?” the woman asked when she
finally got her breath back and stared into the face of the leader of
the
Avengers.
“Yes
of course…you were
wonderful…!”
“Well…don’t
count on it
happening again, and don’t ever tell anyone it
happened!” the woman said
sharply interrupting her hero. “Reputations
to maintain…can’t have Captain America having
sexual relations with his fellow
teammates. I’ll
get dressed, and you can
leave and send Matermind back in if you wish.”
The woman once again disappeared into the restroom. She took her time and
washed the man off of
her before she once again blurred to become crimson and rose.
“That
took long enough,”
Mastermind complained as the cloaked heroine reappeared back in the
main
room. He
hadn’t bothered to put any
clothes back on, and was sitting at the table having a post-sex
cigarette.
“Yes,
well I must
appear my best when I see my father,” the crimson-clad woman
replied. “Speaking
of which, I need to be off!”
As she exited the room and turned the corner,
the figure blurred, and crimson and rose morphed back to dark blue and
white. Mystique
peered back around the
corner to look at Mastermind. She
stifled
a laugh as she realized the moron had made love with his shoes and
socks on,
and thought ‘He came twice!
There is no
way he is going to have the urge to mess with Rogue before Magneto has
completed his preparations.’
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