VIRGINITY LOST–AT LONG LAST
By Scarlet
Chapter 4. A Virgin No More
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Rogue, tired of being bound by unbending metal in her face-to-the-ceiling
position, watched with both interest and trepidation as Magneto reentered the
large chamber within the Asteroid M complex about 90 minutes later. The
waiting had been boring, and the cold air on her nudity embarrassing. At
first she didn’t say anything as she watched the Master of Magnetism–no, she
corrected herself, electromagnetic energy–slowly doff his duds. Soon a
pile of red and purple lay on the floor next to where her own green and yellow
clothes had been earlier. Magneto’s trademark helmet then capped his
pile, the disrobing now complete.
Finally,
Rogue spoke in a soft, quivering voice, “Look here, Magnus, y’all really don’t
want ta do this. It ain’t right!”
Magneto
glanced over to the bound southern belle and smiled, almost shyly, before he
softly, but confidently replied, “Yes, Anna Marie–sorry, you prefer Marie,
don’t you–yes, I do so much want to do this. Furthermore, I’ll wager that
it won’t be too long before you tell me how pleased you are that I did.”
Rogue took
a moment to examine Magneto’s lean, muscular form as he began to walk slowly
across the room towards her, before forcing her gaze upward to stare into his
icy blue eyes. Rogue now wore an obvious blush as she answered Magnus’
transparent accusation. “Look, sugar, not every heroine is gonna’ get off
on rape the same way they do on romance.” She glanced furtively downward
and then quickly back to Magneto’s face as her blush deepened. The cause
of the blush; the silver-haired mutant’s phallus had been slowly swelling as he
approached, and, now pointed straight out toward her, was still twitching
upwards.
Magneto
shook his head slowly before replying dryly, “You shouldn’t speak so poorly of
my daughter and others of her ilk, Rogue, when you have not shared their
experiences. I promise that I will show enough care about your own needs
that you will ‘get off’ thus day. If this experience becomes romantic,
great, if not…well that’s fine too.” Magneto now stood between Marie’s
widespread legs, his ample endowment now rock hard and pointing upward.
“Don’t…don’t
do this,” Rogue sputtered, now unable to pry her eyes off of the turgid manhood
so close to her chaste body. “Magneto, I’m not ready for this…and maybe
y’all ain’t either. If you’re wrong about bein’ able to block my mutant
ability with your own powers, I might absorb enough of your energy to kill you.
Or I might absorb your power to mold metal, break free of these here
restraints, and pound ya to smithereens. Either way, not good for you!”
“I’ve been
ready for this for a long time, Rogue,” Magneto answered softly as he dropped
his bare right hand down to the bound X-Man’s pubic mound and gently parted her
nether lips with his fingers, eliciting a loud, mournful moan from the helpless
maiden. With the lightest touch, he slowly dragged his fingers upward
through the labial folds to hold his hand, palm forward, towards Rogue before
stating the obvious, “See, our bare skin touched and nothing bad happened,
unless you count the evidence that you’re more ready for this than you might
have imagined as bad.” Magneto didn’t seem to be particularly
concentrating to keep the electromagnetic field that blocked Rogue’s energy
absorption powers up; perhaps it was second nature for him.
Marie
blushed beet red. It was clear that the wetness on Magneto’s fingers was
her own. She slowly shook her head and then sobbed softly, unable to
think of an adequate reply.
Magneto
stopped and seemed to consider what the woman before him must be feeling.
He maneuvered around the bondage frame to stand at Rogue’s side with an almost
sorrowful expression on his face. He swallowed before slowly bending over
to gently kiss Rogue on her quivering mouth, eliciting a soft moan and a stream
of tears, which Magnus gently brushed away. “It’s all right, Marie, I’m
not going to hurt you.”
“Y’all
already are,” Rogue gasped, “by forcin’ this upon me.” The tears ebbed
and Marie glared angrily upward into Magnus’ sad eyes. “Just let me go…”
Magneto
swallowed again, and then glanced briefly away from the X-Man before returning
his unsure gaze back to her pretty face. He softly cupped her left breast
with his right hand and gently rubbed her hardened nipple with his thumb.
He knew she must be experiencing a cauldron of pent-up emotions. He had
touched her where no one, save herself, had ever touched her before.
She’d been kissed for the first time since the onset of her mutant ability.
And now her rotund breast was now being softly tweaked. Magnus’ eyes, in
that moment, showed the conflict that he felt, and then the stare hardened as
he dropped his hand from her breast and moved again to stand between Rogue’s
parted legs. “I’m sorry, Marie, I can’t. This is too important to
me…no…to mutant kind.”
Rogue
pulled hard on the adamantium cuffs that held her in place as she watched
Magneto hold his phallus with his right hand as he began to lean in toward her;
even though she had the strength to lift 50 tons, she could not budge the
indestructible metal. Then she heard a shrill voice, her own voice,
scream, “No…don’t…I don’t want it ta be like this…not my first time!”
Tears were streaming down her emotion wracked face.
Magneto
pushed the head of his phallus against the soft petals of Rogue’s labial lips
and paused. He whispered softly, “Again, Marie, I’m sorry, but I must do
this. It will probably be uncomfortable…at first…but that will pass…and
then, I trust, we will both find pleasure.” Magnus then began to slowly
press his manhood into the bound maiden’s love tunnel. He concentrated on
keeping the thin electromagnetic shield between his skin and the girl’s flesh
up; now was not a time for mistakes to be made.
Rogue
moaned softly, her spirit broken by her own helplessness. She had always
dreamed that one day she would find a cure for her mutant power, and that she
would then find love and experience what was happening now in the strong arms
of the man who would be her life partner. Now she was forced to admit to
herself that the dream was a fairytale. She moaned again, louder this
time, as she felt the glans of Magneto’s penis press against her hymen,
unbroken in spite of all of the physical battles she had participated in.
Magnus felt
the resistance too, and his face filled with pleasant surprise. He softly
sang, “My God, Marie, you’re still a virgin. This is where it might hurt,
girl, but only for a moment.” Then, with his icy blue eyes locked on
Rogue’s emotion-filled face, he thrust hard into the maiden’s sex. For a
brief moment, Magneto wondered if Rogue’s near invulnerability would protect
this thin membrane from tearing and being penetrated, then he heard Marie
scream “OOHhh!” as he suddenly burst through the maidenhead.
Magneto
paused, ceasing his forward penetration in order to give Rogue a chance to get
used to the new sensation of having a man inside of her. He noted she was
taking loud rasping breaths as she fought a myriad of emotions. When her
breathing evened out, he again pushed into her, ever so slowly, until pelvis
bumped pelvis. He whispered, surprised at his own scratchy voice,
“There…there, Marie, not so bad…and it only gets more pleasant from here on.”
“Bastard!”
Rogue gasped. “I’ll be gettin’ no pleasure from y’all! At least not
‘til ya set me free and I can make ya pay fer this here indignity.” The
heroine’s face showed embarrassment, anger, shame, and contempt all at the same
time. She shook her body in the unyielding frame as best she could.
Then she froze as she felt Magneto begin to slowly slide his member back, out
of the depths of her womanhood.
“Perhaps I
am a bastard,” Magneto agreed, nodding downward to Rogue’s green eyes, “but
don’t be disappointed if you turn out to be wrong about the rest. Our
bodies have evolved to produce pleasurable sensations during sex as a reward
for the act of reproduction. It is nature’s way to make sure that a
species survives through propagation.” His lecture done, Magneto pushed
slowly forward, back into the warm depths of Rogue’s sex. He pulled back
out again, then back in. He slowly began to increase the tempo of his
assault on the heroine’s womanhood.
In a few
short moments, Magneto was smiling at the writhing woman. She was
beginning to moan now; not pain-filled moans, but moans that spoke of
pleasure. Her libido was taking over. Magnus began pounding his
long, hard phallus deep into Marie’s sex, occasionally adding a rotational
element to his dance of love. Rogue WOULD give him a child, but before he
seeded her womb he would bring her the pleasure of orgasm. His pride
demanded it!
Rogue,
gasped as she too heard the moans, and recognized them as her own. She
blushed, realizing that she no longer felt pain and betrayal. She frowned
as she realized she was finding pleasure in this love making, though it was
forced upon her. In truth, the sensations she felt were
fascinating. She, a woman who couldn’t be touched, had never dreamed that
being touched on the inside could feel so very, very good.
Beads of
sweat began to form on Magneto’s forehead as he pummeled his manhood into the
beautiful heroine below him. He glanced at the screen in the computer
room across the chamber. He knew the time of Rogue’s peak fertility was
fast approaching. That mattered less to him than bringing the girl to
climax before he gave her his sperm. He watched Marie’s face closely has
he continued to make love to her. Soon her eyelids lowered and her mouth
opened wide. It was then that they both heard the three loud sighs that
signified Marie’s first tumultuous orgasm that hadn’t been of her own
making. And it was then that the Master of Magnetism sprayed his hot load
deep into Rogue’s womb.
Magneto
leaned forward and rested his frame against Rogue’s soft, quivering body for
the better part of a minute and then pulled out of the heroine’s sperm-filled
sex. “I hope that was as good for you as it was for me, Marie,” he
chortled at the still gasping heroine before him.
“Asshole!”
Rogue spat angrily. “Don’t ya be lookin’ so proud, just ‘cause ya forced
one climax from me. That doesn’t mean I enjoyed it, and it doesn’t make
rape right either…and y’all know it!”
“Yes, of
course you are right, Marie,” Magneto said softly. “I am truly sorry I
had to force myself upon you. I am truly sorry that it couldn’t have been
a consensual relationship. Still, I told you how important I felt this
was…important to me…important to mutant kind. There must be someone who
is ready and able to lead the next generation of mutants. That someone
will be the child you will bear for me.”
“Y’all
can’t be sure that this will result in pregnancy,” Rogue replied in a panicky
voice. “Yer electromagnetic field isn’t protecting yer sperm from my
energy absorbing power is it?”
Magneto
looked thoughtfully down at the fear-filled face before him, and answered
honestly, “No, I can only insulate my skin in the field. I can’t protect
the individual sperm cells. However, the computer over there,” Magneto
nodded to the enclosed vault, “calculates you will be inseminated. Still,
it won’t hurt to increase the odds…and remove that ‘just ‘cause ya forced one
climax from me’ clause from your arsenal at the same time…will it?”
Disappointment
filled Rogue’s face as the four metal plates near Magneto’s clothing floated up
off the ground and across the room to morph around her limbs. The
restraining device she was in then morphed open and she was carried into the
air and rotated about 180 degrees into a face downward position. Then she
was carried, cursing loudly the entire time, sideways and lowered into another
adamantium bondage restraint which morphed open to receive her and then morphed
back into shape to leave her fully restrained. The four metal plates then
reformed into their original shape and floated back to their position on the
floor by Magneto’s clothes.
Rogue now
found herself in a bent over position, held in place by a frame that encircled
her girlish waist in metal and cuffed her arms downward, pointing at the
floor. The height of her waist above the floor dictated either bending or
spreading her legs. “Look here, Magneto,” Marie shrilled loudly, “y’all better
not be plannin’ on rapin’ me again. I’ve had enough of this here bull
crap!”
Magneto
walked quickly behind Rogue, used his knees to force her legs into the
widespread position, and plunged his manhood back into the girl’s sperm-filled
vagina. “I’m not planning on anything. I’m doing it, and when I’m
done, you’re going to admit you liked it.” Done talking, Magneto began
thrusting his manhood in and out of the heroine’s sex with a rapid tempo.
“Never,
bastard!” Rogue spat back, and then began paying attention to the new
sensations she was experiencing. The new position made things feel
slightly different, and had one advantage; Magneto couldn’t see her face, so
she didn’t have to hide her feelings like she had been forced to do the first
time. As Magneto pounded his manhood into her hot sex, many expressions
reflecting many emotions crossed the southern belle’s pretty face, but more
often than not her face showed interest and pleasure. It wasn’t long
before her mouth opened again and filled the room with three sighs.
Magnus was grunting loudly as well, for he was dumping a second load of seed
into Rogue’s sex. Marie didn’t care. She was watching her own feet
in fascination as she suddenly realized her toes were curling as she climaxed.
“See, sex
is fun!” Magneto chortled from behind as he undid the restraint around Rogue’s
waist. “I’m going to morph the cuffs open now. If you behave
yourself, I’ll have you back on Earth in short order. Or, if you prefer,
we can have a full-blown battle. Of course, the results of such a battle
are of little doubt.”
“You,
BRUTE!” Rogue spat as the cuffs released her and then reformed. She
stormed quickly from the room to stand naked in the corridor outside. She
thought hard as she waited. Her pride could not be redeemed in battle,
for she knew that, alone, she had little chance of besting Magneto in a fair
fight. She felt confused. She had enjoyed the orgasms, even though
they were forced upon her bound form.
Magneto
left his clothes where they were and quickly walked out of the chamber to where
Rogue stood waiting. He softly said, “I’ll go fetch your costume.
Then we can use one of my spheres to take you home…if that is what you
want. Is that what you want, Marie?”
Rogue had a
look of surprise on her face as she replied, “Actually, Magnus, I was wondering
if you could do me a favor.”
Magneto
smiled slightly and replied softly, “It depends, Marie, on what the favor is,
but I will if I can. What is it that you wish?”
“Could we
do it one more time…in a bed…without bonds?” Rogue whispered holding her
upturned hands towards Magneto, a smile on her face.
Magnus
gently took Marie’s hands into his own, and smiled back at her. “Yes,
Marie, we can do that. It will be a great pleasure. Follow me to my
chamber.” Magneto led Rogue out of the corridor and away from the
restraining chamber.
Epilogue
The next morning, Asteroid M was filled with angry screams and the sound of
fighting. The Scarlet Witch had arrived in an Avengers’ Quinjet, as
Magneto had expected. The first person that Wanda Maximoff had
encountered in the large complex was Mastermind. She didn’t particularly
like the Master of Illusion, but she thought he knew this and knew better than
to cross the daughter of Magneto. She was quite taken aback when the
bearded man cupped her breasts in his hands and kissed her passionately on her
ruby lips.
Mastemind released the stunned Avenger and chortled, “Wanda, my dear, you’ve
returned to be my lover. I can be Captain America again if you wish…OOooiiiiIII”
The Scarlet Witch’s right booted foot landed hard into Mastermind’s pelvis, her
toe accurately placed between his two testicles. “You sick BASTARD!”
Wanda screamed at the top of her lungs as she watched Mastermind slowly fold to
the floor.
“I’ve warned you before about what would happen if you ever touched me,
Mastermind,” the Scarlet Witch roared. “You are indeed a fool.
Magneto, where in the hell are you!” The Avenger kicked hard again at the
rocking mutant on the floor, and again accurately tagged his two tender eggs
and receiving a loud moan in reward.
“There’s no one here to keep me from making a eunuch out of you now,
Mastermind,” the livid heroine shrilled. “I should have done this long
ago.” The Scarlet Witch then cocked her leg for another hard kick.
“Wanda, freeze!” Magneto yelled as he and Rogue came running into the room from
a nearby corridor. “You don’t move either, Mastermind, unless you want
her to ruin you. Now what the hell is going on here?”
The Scarlet Witch abruptly stopped the forward motion of her foot and replied
tersely, “This dog of yours suddenly thinks he can grab my boobs, kiss me, and
tell me he wants to make love to me…he says…again. I should have done
this a long time ago! Don’t try to stop me now!”
Laughter erupted from the other side of the room as Mystique rounded the corner
from another corridor and saw what was happening. “Let her do it,
Magnus. We all know he deserves it!”
“No, Magneto…stop her!” Mastermind gasped from the floor, frozen in fear.
“This is a cruel game, Wanda. You…you did make love to me…yesterday…you
made me cast the illusion that I was Captain America.”
The Scarlet Witch kicked hard again into Mastermind’s vulnerable crotch,
screaming in obvious rage, “Liar! I would never let you touch me!
And I’ve only just arrived.” The man below her moaned in pain.
“Stop kicking him, Wanda!” commanded Magneto. “Something isn’t right here.”
“Y’all are darn right about that, Magnus,” Rogue interjected, “I saw Wanda here
on Asteroid M yesterday. She was bein’ awful chummy with Mastermind
there. She told me she would free me, but not to tell y’all about her
bein’ here ‘til she did.”
“Rogue, what the hell are you talking about?” the Scarlet Witch angrily
asked. “I just got here, at the request of Professor X. Cyclops has
been captured by Mister Sinister. He wants you back at the mansion right
away to be part of the rescue team. Besides, you look pretty free…and
happy…right now. What the hell has been going on up here? Never
mind…you can answer after I have finished with this worm.” Wanda cocked
her right leg again for another kick, determined to make Mastermind pay for all
of his misconduct toward her, past and present.
“I said stop, Wanda,” Magneto commanded loudly, “I have a feeling that all this
is not Mastermind’s fault. It isn’t, is it Mystique?”
“Oh, all right!” chortled Mystique. “I found Mastermind outside
your…examination chamber…yesterday right after you left. He was obviously
contemplating taking a turn with Rogue while you weren’t around…in spite of the
danger and your orders. I didn’t want him to ruin our plan. So I
morphed and offered him something he wanted more than Rogue.”
“See, Wanda,” Mastermind yelled in anger from the floor, “I’ve been wrongly
accused. Tell you what, you can make it up to me with one turn in the
sack. I recon you owe me a little pleasure!”
The Scarlet Witch kicked hard, and planted her toe again into Mastermind’s
pelvis. The trenchcoat-clad mutant promptly passed out. “Enough of
this,” the Avenger spat, “I asked what was going on here. Speak up,
father! Then I must give Rogue here a lift to the X-men’s School For
Gifted Children.”
“Mystique,” Magneto said softly, “since this is largely your doing…even if you
had good reason…I’ll trust you won’t mind getting Mastermind to his quarters
while I explain things to Wanda and see the girls off.” Magneto and Rogue
walked over to stand with the Scarlet Witch as Mystique dragged the moaning man
out of the room. Magnus put his long arms around both women, and softly
answered the Avenger’s question. “Wanda, I must inform you that I had a
selfish desire for another child. One that could more properly follow in
my footsteps than you and your brother, Quicksilver, seeing as you have both
chose to fight alongside non-mutants. Rogue was brought here to help me
fulfill that desire.”
“Oh, my God! Rogue, he didn’t….” the Scarlet Witch stammered, unable to
finish the obvious question.
“I don’t know if I’m pregnant, Wanda.” Rogue answered, avoiding the real
question.
“Is Rogue your captive, Father?” the Scarlet Witch asked softly, unsure of how
she would react if the answer was affirmative.
“No,” Magneto answered softly, “Marie is free to leave…and return…as she
wishes. I said I would see the two of you off. You should go with
Wanda, Marie. Your teammates need you.”
“Okay, Magnus,” Rogue chortled, “but I will be back and you better be
ready. I want to see if you can do it four times in one session.”
Magneto laughed, hugged his daughter and kissed his lover. The Scarlet
Witch asked no questions of Rogue on the short flight to the X-Man mansion.
The End.
Note: Magneto's solution to
Rogue's power was suggested to me many years ago by Midnighter.
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