VIRGINITY LOST–AT LONG LAST

 

By Scarlet

 

Chapter 3. Double Masquerade

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations and violence (nc, MF). It is to be read by adults only. If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further.  This is an illustrated text story; please be patient while the images load.

 MR7

 Mystique had stood with her back against the hallway wall for some time, silently watching the room where her foster daughter, Rogue, was being held in tight bondage.  She wasn’t sure about the arrangement she had made with Magneto–an arrangement that had resulted in Rogue’s current nakedness and impending rape.  Yes, it would serve to strengthen her position within the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, but when her X-Man foster daughter found out her role in the affair, it would likely cause serious damage to their already rocky relationship.  ‘Still,’ thought the mutant metamorph, Raven Darkhölme, ‘the deed is done and there is no turning back now.  Even if I free her before Magneto has his way, she would know I have been in on the plan.’

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.

MR8

“Mastermind,” the cloaked woman said softly to announce her presence, “can you tell me where I can find my father?”

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.

 

MR9

“Come in and have a seat,” Mastermind suggested softly as he quickly walked to the back of the crew cabin and began to open the door to the small refrigerator under the microwave.  “Can I get you a beer, cola, ice water…anything?”

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.

 

MR10

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.’

MR11

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