VIRGINITY
LOST–AT LONG LAST
By
Scarlet
Chapter
3. Double Masquerade
WARNING: This story contains sexual
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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 foster daughter 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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