VIRGINITY LOST–AT LONG LAST
By Scarlet
Chapter 4. A Virgin No More
WARNING: This story contains sexual
situations and violence (nc, MF). It is
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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, sorrowful 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 Rogues 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 Maries 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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