Chapter 03: Impromptu Entrance Exam
– Sinthea Shmidt (Sin) –
As she headed into the prison, she paused for a moment as Anaconda unlocked the many locks securing the cell that their honoured guest was being hosted in before walking towards him as he stirred, waking from his sleep.
Looking over his naked body, she smirked cruelly, admiring the countless cuts and snake bites covering his body. She could give credit where it was due; the man was resilient. He had lived up to his legend.
"Did you sleep well?" Sinthea asked mockingly as she pulled out her dagger, pressing it against his chest, the flat side of the cold steel resting against his muscular body. He simply stared back, not saying a word. She had to admit, he was as impressive as the stories said, she had seen great men break with only a fraction of what she had done to him. "You are a stubborn one, all this suffering and for what? All you have to do is swear to obey me, and this can all stop; all you're doing is delaying the inevitable."
"I can do this all day," her prized prisoner replied, staring her dead in the eyes with a resolute look. He never glared at her, oddly enough, meeting her gaze with a stubborn look. He was certainly headstrong.
"I'm sure you can, Captain. But can you do this all week? All month? All year? No one knows you're here; no one even knows you live. You are a man out of time, and no one is coming for you," Sinthea taunted, dragging the blade along his chest, making him grit his teeth, though not a single sound left him.
In truth, he was somewhat boring for her, but she could respect his self-control. His will seemed nigh-unbreakable, but she would succeed where her father had failed, even if his stubbornness made him dull to play with.
Oh well, work before pleasure.
– Later –
Leaving the cell, she locked it again, seeing her prisoner staring at her from within. He had screamed eventually, but she was still leaving in defeat.
After weeks of torture, his will wasn't even slightly shaken. Nothing she'd done to him had broken his iron will, and his discovery that Hydra was still active had only hardened his resolve. Captain America lived up to and exceeded his reputation.
Finding him had been a significant boon for her faction; when her spy in S.H.I.E.L.D. had stolen their reports on their own search, she'd had her own people take up the search themselves. Whether through luck or destiny, they'd found him first. By the time he had recovered from his time in the ice, he was already in her prison, bound and drugged to stop him from simply punching his way out.
She could see how he had defeated her father, the legendary Red Skull himself, but she would be the one to break him. Where Red Skull had failed to even defeat the legendary Captain, she would break him and make him hers.
The Red Skull was a brilliant leader, an undeniable strategic genius, and an absolutely terrible father.
The moment she'd been born, she had earned his hatred purely due to her gender. The Red Skull was unwilling to accept a female heir, despising her for the unforgivable failure of not being born male.
He didn't kill her, whether out of some minor mercy or to punish her; she would likely never know. Instead, he'd simply thrown her into a cell, not caring whether she lived or died. He may have even forgotten that she was locked away in that pit, but she had survived. She proved he was wrong to see her as weak.
She'd survived by eating whatever wandered into her cell, mostly rats and other rodents. By the time she was old enough to free herself, she'd found that her father had lost; the war he'd been fighting had ended in bitter defeat.
Despite being his heir, Hydra wouldn't accept her, and Zola drove her away so he could lead Hydra in her rightful place. He had even tried to have her killed, but she was the daughter of the Red Skull.
She could not die so readily, certainly not to a pathetic worm like Zola.
She'd survived, and as she'd travelled the world, she'd grown in strength and knowledge, always training, always studying. She'd scrounged up any and all forms of power she could get her hands on, even stealing the formula of the longevity serum responsible for Nick Fury's own slowed ageing. In time, she'd decided that if Hydra wouldn't accept her, she'd make her own group and surpass them.
The Serpent Society. Her Serpent Society.
Of course, she still planned on taking over Hydra; it was hers by birthright, and she wouldn't let Zola stop her, certainly not now that he was little more than a piece of programming. Nothing but ones and zeros, a glorified toaster that thought it was worthy of leading Hydra.
She'd track him down eventually, but she needed to be careful; Hydra had S.H.I.E.L.D. under their control after all. She only had a single spy in S.H.I.E.L.D., and as useful as her spy was, Sinthea had not missed her wavering loyalty.
Diamondback had grown infatuated with the legend of Captain America, and this obsession was chipping away at her loyalty to both the Serpent Society and to herself.
Ungrateful scum.
When she'd found the pathetic girl, Diamondback had been nothing but a broken shell, being kept prisoner, starved, abused and defiled by the young gang leader that would later become the mercenary calling himself Crossbones, her brothers murdered in their attempt to rescue her. It was Sin that had made Diamondback into the talented spy she was now, and the fool was wavering.
Over an idealistic fool like Captain America, no less?
If Crossbones weren't working for Hydra at the moment, she'd arrange a reunion; as it stood, she'd have to keep Diamondback assigned with someone she could trust. If Diamondback weren't their only set of eyes in S.H.I.E.L.D., she'd have had her dealt with, but for now, she was still needed.
Heading back to her office, she looked over her newer reports. She'd gotten carried away with the good Captain and had been falling behind.
It looked like Hydra was starting to lose its leash on Fury. They'd been trying to stop his 'Avengers Initiative' for a long time, but someone like Nicholas Fury couldn't be controlled forever. They should have known better than to let him become the Director in the first place. They had made their own tasks far harder the moment Fury had gotten his position, but that was just the arrogance of Zola and the new Hydra leadership on display, so sure they could outsmart him.
Looking over the list of targets, she frowned and rubbed her chin. If Fury succeeded in hiring even a third of the enhanced people he wanted, things would become difficult for her.
Maybe it was time to pull back and head into the shadows. She didn't want to be the first target if he succeeded, and she'd already angered S.H.I.E.L.D. enough with a few assassinations. She was not delusional; she knew she still lacked the strength to fight them outright.
The Hulk, a rage beast capable of immense displays of strength. Captain America, of course, but that problem was well-handled; they were still looking in the ice for him.
Hmm, a mutant? Interesting, her father had disliked mutants, but she had no feelings towards them either way. Other than a dislike of Magneto and the threat he posed, of course. The Jewish mutant truly hated Nazis and hunted them down wherever he could. As a group that most thought was just a Hydra splinter cell, the Serpent Society was included in that, so they had tangled with the Brotherhood of Mutants several times.
Kuro Tepes, a mutant with the power to nullify powers? She could see why he was on the list; she could use someone like that.
Still, it wasn't worth gaining Fury's attention. If Fury was watching this Kuro, she wasn't going near him. Trying to grab someone who Fury was watching like a hawk was foolish at the very best, especially when she had Captain America locked up in her basement.
She couldn't risk drawing unwanted attention before she had broken the Captain, after all.
– Kuro –
Ugh. I hate mornings.
Even more so when I get woken up at six am and immediately get dragged off by an asshole. I don't care if I don't need more sleep; I still prefer to wake up at my own pace.
"I don't suppose you want to tell me where we are going now?" I ask the smirking asshole.
"We're going on a mission. Chuck picked up on a new mutant last night, but no one else was free, so I thought it'd be a nice introduction for you," Logan says with an amused smirk. He woke me up before sunrise and dragged me to the Blackbird, not even giving me time to get changed.
Instead of my comfy street clothes, I'm forced to wear one of those ridiculous X-Men body suits, all black except for the yellow X across the chest. I look absurd, and I don't like the costumes that are so common among heroes.
"Okay, so why bring me along? Storm said the other students weren't sent on missions since they didn't have enough training, and in case you somehow missed it, I haven't had any training in the last two days," I say with a half-glare.
"The kids are good; it's not skill they need; it's experience. They'd freeze if they saw someone die, especially if it was by their own hands. But you? You watched that feral bastard tear through those agents with mild interest at best, no fear at all." Logan says, giving me a stern look.
He's not wrong; an average teen wouldn't have been so dismissive, but I'm just used to death. I can't say I'm overly surprised he noticed.
"Fair enough," I admit, giving no explanation for why I'm used to death. No point lying to the Fucking Wolverine, but I'm not saying more than I need to.
"I ain't gonna ask, kid. I'm the last person who can judge a bloody past," Logan mutters, focusing on flying again.
"So, this is a test, then? Was this the Headmaster's idea?" I ask, making him chuckle.
"Nah, I didn't bother telling Chuck I was taking you with me. Better get comfy, kid. This jet's fast, but we have a long way to go," Logan says, making me sigh. Where the hell is he taking me?
Quest Added
[Logan's Test]
Objective: Survive whatever Logan has planned
Bonus Objective: Impress Logan
Reward: ?
Bonus Reward: ?
Well, at least I have a reason to do this. I like rewards. Depending on how good the rewards are, it might even be worth looking into joining the X-Men if the rewards prove to be worth the risks.
A long ride, huh? Fuck it, I'm taking a nap.
– Charles Xavier –
Logan had always been challenging to control. The man simply did whatever he pleased and rarely listened to other people's advice. He was too old and too abrasive to truly follow orders or work with a team.
"As always, Professor, your ability to control your staff is most impressive," Emma Frost said in a scathing voice as she glared at him. She had wasted no time in coming in person to meet Kuro.
The timing made Logan's decision to abduct him for an impromptu mission somewhat awkward. He'd simply left a small note telling them where he had gone, claiming it was an entrance exam for Kuro. He was also ignoring any calls to the Blackbird so they could do naught but wait for their return.
"Logan has always been free-spirited, though if you had called ahead, I could have told you that you'd be wasting a trip," Charles said calmly, watching her eyes tighten in barely-hidden anger.
They were both skilled at controlling their emotions, but they just couldn't get along. Either they were too different, or perhaps they were too similar. He had never liked dealing with people he couldn't read; they were too unpredictable.
"This was not a wasted trip. I will be meeting him today. I have cleared my schedule, so I can wait. You don't mind, do you?" Emma asked sarcastically. Even if he did, she'd be a pain to remove from the campus without resorting to unnecessary violence.
She was already spying on him, so leaving her on the campus wouldn't be so bad. She'd learn nothing she didn't already know.
"Of course not; we're allies, after all. You are welcome here for as long as you wish to stay," Charles said politely, watching her smirk.
"Do tell me when your attack dog brings Mr Tepes back; I'll be giving myself the tour while I wait," Emma mocked, turning and storming out of his office.
As the door closed, he released his grip on his wheelchair, taking a deep sigh.
His alliance with the Massachusetts Academy was beneficial to both of them, but he really didn't like that woman.
– Kuro –
"Afghanistan? You brought me to fucking Afghanistan?" I ask as we leave the jet, looking around the mountain we landed on with a scowl. It's icy cold here, and this outfit isn't particularly warm.
When I think about the Middle East, I think about hot deserts, not snowy mountains.
"Yeah, this place is pretty hostile. Slavers hide in these mountains; if things get violent, hide. You can't shrug off bullets, after all," Logan says with a shrug.
"It would have been nice if you remembered that before you dragged me to a war zone. My powers are good against mutants but not so good against dudes with guns. I can't nullify a bullet," I mutter, and he goes to respond before he stops.
His nose twitches before he gestures towards a boulder; getting the message, I move behind it just in time before the sounds of gunfire begin.
Yep, this is exactly how I saw today going. Hiding behind a rock with people shooting at me. Peeking out, I watch with admittedly wide eyes as Logan does what he does best.
I can't understand the Arabic shouting, but I don't need to. Logan seems to understand it, but he doesn't bother responding as he charges the… slavers, I guess? Whoever they are, they aren't thrilled at us being here.
Logan literally ignores the hail of bullets, charging in with his claws extended as he leaps forward and skewers one of them, not hesitating to impale the man on his claws with a snarl. Xavier might prefer not to take lives, but Logan doesn't seem to agree as he rampages through them with a bloodthirsty grin.
I have no idea what's going on. I can't understand the language after all, but we're here for a mutant, and I could see someone activating their mutant power in desperation if they were grabbed by slavers.
Wait, hold on a minute; this is starting to sound familiar. Slavers, the Middle East. There was a Mutant with a backstory like that, right? I didn't follow the New X-Men, so I don't know for sure, but it sounds familiar. I think her name was… fuck, what was it? Something starting with a D? Wait, I think it was Dust.
Well, now isn't the time for that.
As Logan tosses one of the slavers away, the body lands near me, and after a moment of hesitation, I reach out and grab the pistol attached to his belt, hiding back behind my rock.
It takes me a moment to work out the safety, but I'd rather have a gun than be defenceless. My power is worthless here. The only mutants around here are me, Logan and whoever we're looking for.
"You can come out now," Logan says calmly, making me sigh in relief as I come out from my rock, looking at the bullet-ridden man and watching his wounds rapidly heal. Man, that is bullshit.
There are a lot of bodies, and Logan is casually standing in a circle of corpses. If I had my Necromancy, this place would be great. As I walk towards him, someone grabs my leg, making me jump with a shout, turning the gun toward him.
Unloading half the clip into the survivor, I scowl and pull my leg free, kicking the bullet-ridden corpse in the head. I fucking hate jumpscares. I pretend not to see Logan snort in amusement as I pause and shoot the body one last time.
"Right, so now that we've met the locals and indulged in their lovely culture, what happens now?" I ask, making him sniff the air.
"Now we look for the Mutant; I can smell death that way, and a lot of it," Logan mutters, nodding further into the mountains. "You planning on keeping that?" Logan asks with a glance at the handgun still resting in my hands.
"I don't have hand knives, and I don't know how to fight. So yes, I'm keeping the gun," I say stubbornly, making him chuckle as he sets off following the scent. He doesn't try to take it from me, getting a point in my book.
It doesn't take us long to find what he can smell; the skeletal corpses scattered around look like they've been here for a while.
"I guess this mutant is more dangerous than you. This happened recently. They haven't rotted; something stripped the flesh right off the bone," Logan explains, lifting one of the bodies up and looking it over before he tosses it to the side.
"So where's the mutant?" I ask, looking around the sandy region. Plenty of places to hide if you didn't want to be found. I hope he's got a plan because I'm fucking cold.
"She's close. I can smell her, but her trail doesn't go anywhere. It's everywhere," Logan mutters, looking around.
Walking forward, I freeze as I feel something unusual under my foot. Looking down, I make eye contact with a pair of wide, scared brown eyes. The girl beneath my foot flinches, shuddering as I blink down at her in confusion.
Why am I standing on someone?
– Sooraya Qadir –
Being grabbed by slavers was just the start to a series of unpleasant events. She still didn't know what had happened. One moment the slavers had been tearing at her clothes and then the next thing she knew they were all dead, her body becoming a part of the desert itself as the harsh sandstorm she'd unknowingly made ripped the skin from their bones.
She was a mutant. She'd heard about them vaguely, but she had never even thought that she would ever meet a mutant, let alone that she was one of them.
The surviving slavers had fled the sandstorm only to run straight into someone else.
She'd heard the fighting, the gunfire and the screaming that followed, and in a panic, she'd turned herself back into the sand, settling on the ground and praying that she would go unnoticed.
She could understand English, though not fluently. She understood enough to know they were looking for a mutant, which meant that they were here for her. Not knowing the two foreign men and having her last experience with strange men lead to her near-defilement at the hands of the slavers, she'd decided to stay hidden.
That plan had gone downhill almost immediately. The moment the younger of the two men approached her spot, her newfound powers abandoned her, and her body reformed.
Which would have been bad enough on its own, but he was directly above her, his foot pressing down on her stomach as she stared up at him in growing terror, knowing she was caught and having her new powers abandon her to the whims of these strangers.
It calmed her slightly that he seemed just as surprised as she was.
She noticed that she felt unusually cold. She looked down, eyes widening as she realised that, while he had forced her body to reform, her torn clothes hadn't joined her, leaving her naked on the ground. She saw the boy, around her age, take a long look at her breasts and exposed womanhood and quickly moved to cover her exposed body; she felt her shame quickly surpass her fear, her arms moving to cover herself as best she could. He could still see almost everything as she shuddered, seeing the arousal in his gaze as he took in her form.
"So, are you just planning on standing on her all day?" the older one said, amusement colouring his tone as he took off his jacket and tossed it towards her.
"Well, I wasn't expecting someone to just pop out of the sand, was I?" the younger one said defensively, moving away from her; as he did, she grabbed the jacket and used it to cover herself quickly. It wasn't big enough to cover much, but at least her breasts and privates were hidden.
She couldn't really blame him; she'd freeze if someone appeared beneath her as well, but he couldn't hide his interest in her body. It also didn't make her any happier about being seen naked by two strange men. Even now, he was looking over her long legs before he turned back to the older man.
"You should expect weird shit when you're looking for mutants; you okay, kid?" he asked her, making her jump at the sudden attention.
"W-who are you people?" she asked quickly; why were they looking for her? They clearly weren't from around here.
"The name is Logan, and I'm a mutant, just like you and like him," Logan said, claws growing from his hands as he spoke. "And I'm here with an offer for you-"
As she went to speak, a loud bang interrupted her and made her flinch.
Looking over at the younger one, her eyes widened at the sight of the smoking pistol in his hands, her gaze moving to a surviving slaver.
Or a formerly-surviving slaver as he dropped to the ground, clutching his chest. The younger man just watched, his expression unchanging as he took another man's life.
"Huh... nice shot, brat," Logan praised, making the younger man nod easily.
– Kuro –
Well, this is awkward.
-30 Affection with Sooraya Qadir for ogling her nude form [-30/100]
I can't help but feel like I've pissed her off. Meh, that's hardly my fault.
After Logan did some convincing and visited Sooraya's home to talk to her mother, we're finally back on the plane heading home with the newest student. I'll be glad to see the back of this shithole, way too cold for me. It doesn't have mobile connection either, so I was bored shitless while Logan talked with her mother.
Okay, fine, I may have stared for a little too long, but you try responding quickly when you suddenly have a naked girl lying in front of you. I was surprised.
Okay, fine, she's also pretty sexy, and I didn't want to stop looking. She has lighter skin than Storm, but I like caramel just as much as I love chocolate (and vanilla, for that matter). She's got some beautiful curves as well, shame she's hidden them behind that thick black dress now.
I do remember more about her now. She's the one who always wore the dress thing that I don't know the name of. I think I read a comic where she gets into a kind of argument with a blue-haired mutant chick over it being an affront to women's rights. I'll be honest: I really didn't follow those comics at all.
Honestly, I was always more of a Spider-Man and Iron Man kinda guy than an X-Men fan. Reading X-Men comics comes with the risk that Cyclops will be there, and that just kills the vibe.
But I do remember that she's pretty serious about that whole not exposing herself to men thing, which would explain why she's currently at -30 Affection with me. Kinda unfair, but eh. It's hardly my first time having a girl be pissy at me.
Turns out, while her power lets her turn her clothes into sand as well, and my power forces her back into her regular form, only it seems to affect mutants, not their clothes. Hence, she turned back, but her clothes remained sand.
I blame Shiro; it seems like the smart thing to do.
Convincing her to join us was easy; she's seen what happens when she loses control after all. It turns out that the whole tearing flesh off the bone thing is kinda traumatising for a girl who has never even slapped someone before, and she's terrified about what would happen if she loses control in her village. She's also guilt-ridden over the lives she ended.
Which is stupid; they were slavers. They had it coming. Wait, have I ever been a slaver? I have enslaved people, but I've never sold them. I get attached. Does it count as being a slaver if you're doing it for pleasure and not business?
Eh, whatever.
The flight back is awkward for the two of us, she keeps half-glaring at me like I've done something wrong, which is kinda pissing me off, but I don't want to show it. I hope she knows that she is guaranteeing that she is going to end up in my bed by acting like this. Gonna put her in a harem girl outfit and have her feed me grapes. Angry girls are the best; just ask Grayfia.
Logan, being Logan, doesn't care about the tension.
As we land, I check my phone with a frown... 6 pm already? So much for today. Sooraya leaves the jet as it descends, but Logan stops me.
"Want some advice from someone with more experience than you? Sticking your dick into everything is going to get you into trouble," Logan says with a smirk. "I could smell Kitty and Rogue on you this morning; someone's going to get hurt, and when all the girls you're playing with have powers? That someone is probably you."
"Then it's a good thing I can nullify powers, isn't it?" I respond, making him sigh, his smirk not leaving. "Do you follow your own advice?" I retort, making him laugh.
"Fuck no, but I can heal. Well. It ain't my problem. Just don't say I didn't warn you. You did pretty good today, better than I was expecting, anyway. Probably shouldn't mention that you shot someone; Chuck's pretty idealistic; he doesn't like killing, sees it as 'unnecessary'," Logan mutters, patting me on the shoulder before he leaves the jet.
10 Reputation with Logan for doing pretty good [20/100]
I immediately see Ororo pulling him to the side as she starts to scold him quietly, but he just smirks. Sooraya is by her, her eyes shooting around almost wildly. This place is pretty different from her home; it must be a shock.
"I'm glad to see you back unharmed, Kuro," Professor Xavier starts, wheeling towards me; my eyes are immediately drawn towards the woman following him, her long blonde hair flowing in the wind as she looks me over.
Doing the same, I try to avoid staring at the impressive cleavage her white corset is showing or her skintight white leather jeans that look like they're painted onto her long legs and curvy waist.
Well, hello, Miss Frost.
"Remember what I said, kid," Logan mutters as he walks past, leading Ororo and Sooraya into the school. "That's playing with fire, or maybe ice in this case."
I'm going to go with 'fuck no'. Don't get me wrong, Logan definitely has a point, and this isn't going to end well, but this is one situation where I must not do the smart thing and instead do the fun thing. Hot women demand it!
Quest Complete
[Logan's Test]
Objective: Survive whatever Logan has planned [Complete]
Bonus Objective: Impress Logan [Complete]
Reward: A random physical stat is increased.
Bonus Reward: Random [Tier One Superpower]
Skill Rewarded
[Peak Condition – Superpower] – Passive
Your body is at the peak of humanity, making you as strong, agile and fast as an Olympic athlete, even without training. You have a small natural healing factor, nothing spectacular, but enough to heal your minor injuries quickly and decrease recovery time for anything serious. Strength and Dexterity are set to A, and Endurance is set to B if they are below that. You also require less sleep to be fully rested and less sustenance to be satisfied.
Well, hello. I'm glad the system was nice enough to have Peak Condition work first, not wasting the physical boost as it increases my Endurance to B. The Game would have fucked me like that, but Isis is much nicer.
:)
"I'm pretty glad I got back, myself. I wasn't expecting to visit a slaver's camp this morning," I say with a helpless shrug, watching Emma frown in anger. "I did get to shoot a guy, so that was fun."
Fuck you, Wolverine, I'm throwing you under the bus for inconveniencing me.
1 Reputation with James Logan for amusing him [21/100]
"A slaver's camp? He took you into a hostile environment before you had any training whatsoever?" Emma asks shrill, glaring back at the school before she turns her glare onto Xavier.
"I'll speak with him about unauthorised missions; you shouldn't have been placed in any danger; you certainly shouldn't have gone on a mission on your second day here or been put into a position where you were forced to take a life," Charles says sadly, seeming far more disturbed about me shooting a guy than I am. Seriously, it was just some slaver asshole, who cares? "Moving on, this is my acquaintance, Emma Frost. She came here to meet you this morning and-" Charles starts before she cuts in and interrupts him.
"I can take it from here, professor. It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Mr Tepes. We have much to discuss, but I believe that would be better done in a more private location," Emma says calmly, smirking at Xavier.
I can already tell that they don't get along, Xavier's hesitance to call her an acquaintance was the first sign. I'm guessing this is a power move on her part. She can't get into my head, and I doubt she's going to resort to violence or try to kidnap me while we are on school grounds, so I should be fine.
"Sure, did you have somewhere in mind?" I ask, making her turn back to me, her smirk lessening to a more genuine smile.
"Of course, if you'll just follow me. I'll speak with you later, Professor," Emma says dismissively as she turns and walks towards the building. I have to admit, after the whole drugging thing, it is pretty satisfying to see Xavier get treated like that.
"Later, Professor," I say with a nod as I follow Emma's leather-clad ass straight to my room? Interesting choice of venue.
As she takes a seat on my bed, she looks around with a slight frown before she shakes her head.
"When you said private, this isn't quite what I was expecting," I say as I pull my chair out and place it in front of her, sitting down.
"Indeed, I'm curious. Has Xavier even told you why you're so important?" Emma asks after a moment, making me pause.
"I'm just that good… but no, he hasn't told me anything. We had a chat about what school will be like here, and then I got dragged to the Middle East," I admit with a shrug, making her roll her eyes.
"Of course not. I didn't think he would. You have to pry any and all secrets from him. I'll keep things simple, then. You may very well be the only fertile male mutant in the world; you represent the future of the mutant race," Emma says calmly, making my mind race.
I already knew that Isis told me as much after Ororo got her sample, but it's still kinda wild to hear someone acknowledge it.
"The only fertile male mutant? What about the women?" I ask, making her lips twitch.
"You catch on quick. They are mostly fertile; however, if the father is a regular human, the child is born a regular human as well, rather than a mutant. This is unacceptable, obviously," Emma says with a brief scowl, her nose upturned. Someone has a little superiority complex, but mutants are superior to regular humans. The powerful ones, at least.
"Okay, but how do you know that I'm fertile?" I ask, watching as she frowns in confusion.
"Have you not been tested?" Emma asks with an arched eyebrow, watching me shake my head.
"Not yet. I'm going for some tests tomorrow, but I haven't had any tests since I arrived here," I explain, watching her frown in thought before she scoffs.
"You have been tested. How Xavier did it, I don't know, but I would take that up with him," Emma says after a moment.
"I'll keep that in mind," I say with a frown of my own. I already knew, of course, but she doesn't need to know that.
"I know about your tests tomorrow. Xavier hopes to use the data from them to create a cure, but I believe a more direct approach is required. I will admit Reed Richards is a genius, unparalleled if I'm being honest, but I won't trust the fate of our race to him," Emma says with a scowl.
"Why not? Isn't he supposed to be one of the smartest men alive?" I ask, legitimately confused. Reed Richards is consistently the smartest man in Marvel; he seems like a good person to have on the case.
"He is, however, eccentric. His work ethic leaves much to be desired. It's normal for him to have three dozen projects on at once, jumping between them whimsically. He isn't a mutant, and he doesn't have any urgency to work on the cure. I won't trust our fate to someone who is treating it like a minor interest at best," Emma explained, a look of disgust on her face before she suppresses it. Ah, yeah, that tracks.
"Fair enough, so what's your plan then?" I ask, making her smirk.
"While a cure would be ideal, they have made no progress on it in years. We must be realistic. First of all, we need to discover if your immunity will pass down to your children," Emma starts, making me mentally sigh. I just can't escape fatherhood, can I? I knew my manwhore nature would come back to bite me eventually.
"You realise that I'm sixteen, right? Not exactly father material," I point with a sigh, but her smirk doesn't move.
"I do. I realise this might not be ideal for you, but I can assure you that you won't be required to act as a parent unless you want to. You can have as much or as little interaction with your future children as you wish. Every mutant is precious, given current circumstances; I'll personally ensure that they are taken care of," Emma says soothingly.
"Uhuh. So, who's the lucky lady who'll be giving birth to the 'Hope of Mutant Kind'? Or are you offering? Is that why you wanted to hold this meeting in my bedroom?" I ask before I can help myself. Fortunately, she simply smirks at me.
"No. Well, not anytime soon, anyway. I can't afford to spend several months vulnerable. This leads me to my next point: I want you to join my school. This is what I would be saying if I didn't have an alliance with Xavier. A part of that agreement involved us both agreeing not to poach students from one another. Instead, I've arranged for you to spend two days a week, Friday and Saturday, at my academy in Massachusetts, if you agree, of course," Emma offers calmly.
Goodbye weekend. That said, this my in with Hellfire, and that's worth far more than a day off.
"So, I'd be here Monday and Tuesday, at Midtown for Wednesday and Thursday, then at your school Friday and Saturday? That's one busy schedule. How would I even get there?" I ask, making Emma wave me off.
"I have a mutant under my employ who can create portals; Blink will take care of the transport for you. I should point out that my academy is an all-girls school; you'll be the only exception." Emma says, reaching into her handbag, also white, of course, and pulling out a tablet which she unlocks and fiddles with for a moment.
Moving over, she sits on the arm of my chair, leaning against me, as she passes the tablet to me and opens an app.
On the screen is a picture of a red-haired girl smiling at the camera, the name Angelica Jones on top of the screen; there's also information about her below, describing her powers and background, all of which I ignore completely in favour of looking at the picture. She's completely naked, fully exposed, and she stands proud with her hands behind her back, her large breasts hanging free, and a small patch of red hair topping her pussy.
"My girls understand the situation and their responsibilities towards our race," Emma says with a sultry tone as she swipes the screen, changing the profile to a brown-haired girl instead. Sofia Mantega, never heard of her. "I believe in teaching obedience far more than Xavier does. While not all of the girls are thrilled with the situation, they all understand and will perform their duties," Emma remarks calmly, swiping again to show a darker-skinned girl, her arms crossed beneath her breasts as she stares at the camera in barely-concealed annoyance. Then it switches again to a blonde girl smirking at the camera sultrily, striking a pose.
"With a few minor exceptions, most of the academy would be free game, ready and willing to warm your bed. Isn't that a teenage boy's dream?" Emma asks playfully. "If there's a classmate you find attractive, you can simply take them. While you're at the academy, this tablet will be able to send a message summoning the chosen girl to your room, or you can message any of the girls yourself; they've been told to obey you and any request you make, within reason," Emma explains, and I have to admit, she has one hell of a sales pitch.
"Just like that?" I ask after a moment, making her smile.
"Just like that, for the good of the Mutant Race, something like this is nothing. Tell me, have you ever heard of the Hellfire Club?" Emma asks as she runs her finger along my chest, her breasts pushing against my arm.
"Vaguely. It's an exclusive club for rich people, from what I heard," I say, making her giggle slightly.
"Not exactly, though that is what we tell the public. Allow me to reintroduce myself; I am Emma Frost, White Queen of the Hellfire Club, one of its two leaders. In truth, Hellfire is a mutant-run club that has its fingers deep in every pie: Hollywood, the music industry; we own parts of almost every industry you could name. It's our way of ensuring the safety and superiority of mutant kind through financial and political domination," Emma explains. "If you join my academy, I can give you access to Hellfire's vast resources and connections; I can't just let you join outright, not before you prove yourself. Even I have rules I have to follow, and the Black Queen would intervene if I tried to circumvent them, but you can still benefit from our almost-limitless influence and resources."
"What's the catch? I know when something seems too good to be true, it usually is," I say bluntly, making her smile.
"The catch is incredibly simple. All I want is for you to spread your seed as much as possible. The more mutants that are born, the better our situation is; increasing our population is our primary goal. If most of those are born into my Academy, all the better," Emma says smoothly.
She's being honest, Master.
She, Xavier and Magneto are all determined to save the mutant race, but they can't agree on the methods.
"Where they could be taught obedience? Having a horde of mutant kids that you can indoctrinate would be useful for a Queen, wouldn't it?" I ask, watching her go to respond before she pauses, giving me a look.
"And yet, you don't sound bothered," Emma points out, running her finger in a little circle over my chest.
"Magneto indoctrinates his people into extremists, and Xavier does the same, teaching us to sing kumbaya and dance around campfires with the cuddly misguided humans, or something like that; I wasn't listening to his speech. At least you're being honest about what you're doing," I say, making her laugh, a musical sound that's honestly pleasing to listen to.
10 Affection with Emma Frost [30/100] for not falling for Xavier's doctrine.
"Exactly so. You're right, of course; being able to increase my numbers in the long term would be incredibly useful to both me and to Hellfire," Emma admits readily. "If the majority of the new mutants are born into my care, I can ensure that they are raised with the right mindset and continue to guide Hellfire towards ruling from the shadows, protecting our people by having everyone who matters under our thrall."
"Then you have a deal, Miss Frost. I'm looking forward to 'studying' at your academy," I say, making her smile as she gets off the chair arm, holding out a hand. Shaking on it, she smirks victoriously.
"I'm glad you're such a reasonable man. I'm looking forward to having you, both at my academy and elsewhere," Emma replies with a sultry smile before she sends a message.
Immediately, a pink portal opens, and an equally pink woman in a green dress stepped through it. "Kuro, this is Blink, or Clarice, whichever you prefer. Her number is on the tablet. If you require transport or assistance, do feel free to call her. If I don't have her on a mission, she will come, won't you, Clarice?" Emma asks.
"Of course, Mistress Frost," Blink replies immediately, no hesitation in her voice as she stares at me with glowing yellow eyes. "I will make myself available for whatever Lord Kuro requires."
Immediately, I notice something rather strange. Her obedience is already at 100. That is 'will die for you' levels of obedience, and Blink is already there.
"I like her already," I deadpan, making Emma giggle. I get the feeling Emma's been fucking with her own people's minds, or at least Blink's. But then, if I had someone who could teleport me around, I'd want them to stay loyal as well.
"And she does mean whatever," Emma says, moving behind her and pulling the straps of the dress down past her breasts, exposing her impressively sized breasts, each topped with a purple nipple, "Though do try not to knock her up, it'd be a shame to lose her services for even a couple of months."
"I'll keep that in mind. I take it you'll be in touch?" I ask, making her smile as she nods.
"I will be. Come on, Clarice. It's time to go home," Emma orders, the pink woman not even bothering to cover up her exposed breasts as she opens up another portal. "Goodbye, Kuro; I will see you on Friday. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything; you just need to be ready for Friday morning."
"Will do, see you Friday. Goodbye, Miss Frost." I say happily as she leaves, walking through the portal.
I trust Isis, and Isis says she's telling the truth. This means this could all work out wonderfully; Hellfire, here I come. Of all the mutant groups I know of, they're definitely my favourite, with fewer morals than Xavier but less fanaticism than Magneto. Ruling from the shadows is exactly my style.
"Truly, today has been a busy day for you, hasn't it?" a voice asks calmly, making me jump up. I stare at the corner of the room the sound comes from in shock, pulling out the gun I still have and taking aim. I blink, looking at the banana in my hand, the woman's lips twitching.
Sitting on a cosy looking chair that wasn't there a moment ago, a familiar woman dressed in an orange robe sitting on it sipping her tea.
"I did tell you I was coming," the Ancient One says serenely, making me sigh.
"You did. I just figured you'd use the door, not just pop up out of nowhere. So, what can I do for the Sorcerer Supreme?" I ask, mostly calm. Again, I don't think she's just going to kill me; why would she bother with the niceties if she was? She could kill me so easily as I am now.
"Hmm. Do you know how much you have changed this world's fate?" The Ancient One asks, sipping her tea.
"No, I don't think I have done anything big yet," I reply, making her nod.
"Not yet, no. And yet the little butterflies are beating their wings, each one making a hurricane. From the very moment you arrived, things started to change. My own fate included," she explains. Ugh, the butterfly effect. Ain't it a bitch.
"You're welcome? I think, pretty sure you weren't long for the world as it was," I point out, making her chuckle.
"Not exactly. You know what this is, don't you?" she asks, gesturing to the Eye of Agamotto hanging from her neck, an infinity stone in the same room as me. As I nod, she smiles. "When I felt the ripples, I looked into the future with it again before my ending was set in stone. I would be betrayed, and it would result in my death. It was a fixed point, but now it is fluid. I saw countless different ends, but I can't see your future. You are shrouded, even to the Time Stone. I can see you in my future, but I cannot look into yours," she explains calmly.
"Isn't that good? If you can avoid your death, I did you a favour, even if purely by accident," I say, watching her take another sip of the small cup that doesn't seem to be getting any less full.
"You would think so, but in most of the paths I saw, I still died. However, it was often at your hands, not due to the betrayal of Kaecilius. You are a being with the capacity for true evil," The Ancient One continues, making me freeze. Suddenly, I'm less confident about the outcome of this meeting.
"Oh, you have no reason to be afraid. I thought about killing you, of course, but do you know what I saw on that path?" she asks, knowing I don't have the answer. "Destruction, on an unparalleled scale. In one potential future, half the life in the universe is wiped out in an instant, never to return; the Avengers fail in their quest, as Thanos achieves his goal. In every path where you die, the Earth is destroyed. Sometimes it's Galactus, sometimes Dormammu, sometimes Ego or Thanos. But it is always destroyed."
"I have no intention of fighting any of those," I say stubbornly, making her lips twitch. "I like living, thank you."
"You don't need to fight them directly, but then, Necromancers rarely face their foes in open combat, do they? You often simply play a crucial role in the victory, whether through supporting the heroes or inconveniencing the villains. So then I thought, what if I hindered you? Sealed your powers, stopped your growth. Would that not stop your evil from spreading?" she asks wryly. "It did not. In every path I looked at, where your powers are bound, you break through the seals, rapidly growing in strength before you seek your revenge. The Sacking of Kamar-Taj, the slaughter of the Masters of the Mystic Arts and your vengeance upon me. It is ruthless and relentless, and it always succeeds in breaking me, eventually. You are a very patient man, Kuro Tepes. In some paths, it takes you centuries to break me, but you always succeed," she says with the same tone you'd use to describe the weather.
"So, what happens now?" I ask calmly, making her lips twitch.
"You are a being with the potential for great evil, but then so is Steven. You are not doomed to become the ultimate evil; in many cases, you are simply a powerful, hedonistic man who rarely goes out of his way to fight if he isn't challenged. Even if you are to become a being of evil, you remain a necessary evil. The pain and corruption you will cause are nothing in comparison to the suffering and agony that would follow after your death. An earth under your control is a better result than any of the other outcomes I have seen. Simply put? I have decided not to do anything. I won't attack or hinder you, but neither will I assist you. Consider this my offer of a non-aggression pact," she says calmly, standing up as her chair vanishes.
"That works for me; I have no quarrel with you or your organisation," I say, rising myself with a calm smile. Not being attacked by the Masters of the Mystic Arts while I'm still this weak works for me.
"Wonderful. I'm glad we could agree," she says calmly. "You're going to have company soon enough, so I will show myself out. Do try not to kill Steven; I do still rather need him. Farewell until you come to Kamar-Taj," she says, using her sling ring to open a portal and walk through it without so much as a look back at me. I catch a glimpse of Kamar-Taj before it closes with a little flare.
Huh. Well, that went about as well as I could expect. She didn't attack me; her organisation aren't going to hunt me down like a dog, and apparently, I'm going to be going to Kamar-Taj at some point.
Since I'm apparently getting more company, I get changed out of the X-Men uniform and get comfy in my sleepwear—that is, my boxers and nothing else—grabbing my new tablet and looking through it.
There's a single message from Emma, advising me to fully explore the features on it, and promising to take care of everything I need to start at her school.
So, today's been weird.
First off, Dust. Nothing special, she's got a problem with me since I accidentally made her reappear naked, but that wasn't my fault. She's hot, she's powerful, she's mine, whether she knows it or not.
Then, I got my new superpower. I didn't want to focus on it earlier since I was being watched by Xavier and Emma. That said, there's no way in hell they didn't notice me suddenly becoming an Olympic athlete as my muscles bulged and grew. Emma was enjoying feeling my chest, so she definitely noticed that I'm not exactly rocking a typical teenage boy's physique.
But the real benefit is the knowledge that I can get new superpowers as quest rewards.
You can, master!
I apologise for my quietness, but I have been altering some data left behind by Shiro. I don't want to get your hopes up, but it should allow us both to grow faster; at least, it will if I can work out how to activate it.
Shiro thought he was funny and left puzzles that I need to solve first.
That's fine, and I can't say I'm surprised that Shiro has left things behind. Seems like the kinda thing he'd find amusing.
He seems to have taken it as a challenge to slip as much data into the system as he could without the Game noticing.
Seriously, how have they not killed each other yet?
Moving on. Arrangements with Emma Frost and, by extension, Hellfire. That right there is my in. Hellfire is powerful and influential, far more so than Xavier, and they don't have that pesky morality problem. I'm 95% sure Emma has utterly mind-fucked Blink, either that or Blink is just really submissive. If any group isn't going to throw a fit over a little Necromancy, it'll be Hellfire.
I don't have to worry about her mindfucking me, but obviously, I should keep my guard up all the same. Emma is a great potential ally but also a dangerous potential enemy. And that's not even mentioning 'the Black Queen', who I'm guessing is Selene? She's more of an unknown, and that makes her more of a threat. I need to know what she wants and how I can stay on her good side.
Finally, the Ancient One. Capacity for great evil? Vengeful? Yeah, that sounds about right. What doesn't is that I'm apparently a key figure in protecting this world.
It's disturbing news, but it's not the worst news. I don't want to fight some of the truly bullshit villains Marvel has, but I might not be able to avoid it either.
Honestly? I'd rather not know the future. If you know what will happen, then it won't happen, or some bullshit like that. It's better to work on solid intel rather than relying on murky prophecies and visions.
Browsing through the tablet's menus, I have to admit I'm impressed. One of the apps lets me order tickets for upcoming events or arrange my own private events.
When she said Hellfire had its fingers in the entertainment business, she really wasn't kidding. She's left notes on most of the apps, and it looks like Hellfire has its claws deep in the entertainment industry. I can arrange a private showing of movies not even out yet, with the actress being my 'date', or a private performance from musicians.
Pretty much every actress and musician I can think of has a page on the app, and to dispel any doubts, there's even a part of each page with restrictions. For instance, some actresses can't be impregnated since they've got important movies coming up, but anything else is totally free game.
Child actresses are the same, but that's to stop rumours. Basically, I can summon them, as long as I don't do anything that's going to leave a mark that people might notice the next day. As long as it doesn't leave a trace, they're free for whatever I want.
Some have notes saying they are unavailable due to tours or filming, but a note from Emma says that I can have Blink take me to them or bring them to me.
And, like the students, there are pictures for everyone. A-list actresses, chart-topping musicians, and world-class models and athletes, all having profiles with professionally taken nudes for my perusal.
Hellfire is fucked up, but then that just makes it my kinda place. If they're controlling this much? I want in. I want to be on the winning side, the side pulling the strings. Screw playing heroes and villains; I want to be the guy sitting on the sidelines, setting the two teams against each other and betting on the outcome.
Browsing through the Students again, I pause when I find an interesting one. The almost punkish-looking girl rolls her eyes at the camera, giving it a middle finger. She's reasonably attractive, but the interesting part is the name.
Cordelia Frost, Emma has even put a note that confirms that she's her little sister. She has no restriction saying she can't be impregnated; she's just as available as any other girl.
Even serving up her baby sister for the 'good of mutant kind'? I'd say that's cold, but with an ice queen like Emma Frost, I can't say I'm surprised.
After setting a password, I put away my Tablet. I highly doubt it's as insecure as it looks, but it's better not to take chances. Emma didn't put a password on it, but there was no way that Hellfire's Queen would be so irresponsible.
You aren't wrong; it has security to stop anyone but you from using it.
Figured as much. After a few moments, the company the Ancient One mentioned arrives, announced by a hesitant knock on the door.
Opening it, I smile at Rogue as she brightens up, Kitty standing behind her. Kitty is in an ordinary pair of white pyjamas, but Rogue is wearing a dressing gown, covering her fully.
"Come in then," I say, taking her hand and pulling her in; the small shudder she gives when I hold her hand is pretty funny. Kitty follows behind and locks the door again.
"So, I have some tests tomorrow morning, and that means I can't stay up that late, but I have an idea," I say as I sit on the bed. As I go to pull her into my lap, she stops me, biting her lip in hesitation before she removes her dressing gown and lets it fall to the floor. "Damn, I might be pulling a late night after all," I say, looking her over as she blushes, the sheer light green nightie doing nothing to hide her breasts. Her only bit of concealing clothing being a sexy green thong.
"So, what was your idea?" Rogue asks with a small grin, proud of the reaction she got out of me, her face bright red.
"You like touching, right? So why don't you just spend the night?" I ask, making her blanch slightly. "Not sex, just cuddling," I correct before she can speak up, her blush slowly growing again.
"I'd like that," she admits after a moment, moving back into my lap and kissing me. Hello, easy nullification training.
"So, did you two just forget me?" Kitty asks, getting our attention. "Do you two really think that's smart? You get carried away easily."
"Then you'll just have to spend the night as well, won't you?" Rogue says before I can even start to reply. "While I'm around Kuro, my powers don't work, so there won't be any problems if we touch, right?" Rogue asks, looking at me.
"Only one way to check," I say with a shrug. After a moment of hesitation, Kitty moves closer, placing a hand on Rogue's cheek with a flinch before she calms down. Some testing shows that if I'm in the middle of the bed, it's enough to nullify Rogue no matter where she is in bed, so it should be fine if they move around overnight.
"So, Kitty cat, you staying over?" I ask her, making her hesitate.
"Ugh, fine, but like… only if you're both going to bed straight away. I don't want to be laying next to you two while you go at it again," Kitty mutters, getting under the quilt; after a moment of fiddling, she pulls her bra out from under her top and tosses it away. "Don't get the wrong idea; it's uncomfortable to sleep in; now turn away. I want to lose my panties as well," Kitty warns with a blush.
"She normally sleeps in just her panties," Rogue whispers, making Kitty whine slightly, mumbling something about her betraying the girl code and spilling her secrets.
Looking away I hear muffled movement behind me before Kitty embarrassedly lets me turn back, just in time to see a pair of cute pink panties with a daisy on the front land next to her bra.
She's hiding under the quilt completely, but I'm guessing that she's worried about her nipples showing through. Rogue doesn't share her worry as she pulls her nightie off and tosses it away, us both moving under the cover as she spoons against me, her ass pressing into my crotch. Putting an arm around her, I smirk as I feel Kitty move up and spoon against my back, her arm around both me and Rogue, her breasts squishing against my back,
Hell of a way to sleep.
– Bonus Scene – Spinneret – Earth-18119 –
Glaring up at her smugly-grinning captor, she cursed mentally as she watched him calmly stroll towards her with a victorious look on his face. She could see her daughter bound and gagged as she looked towards him with a fearful look on her face, her confidence damaged by how badly they had both been beaten by the overpowered sociopath.
The high-tech shackles kept her chained to the cold stone dungeon's wall, keeping her from trying to smack the smug look off his face.
Once upon a time, she'd thought of the asshole as a good friend, both to her and her husband. Peter had even wanted to make him Annie's godfather before she'd convinced him to change his mind. She had noticed that he was getting more and more… twisted at that point, but she'd never imagined something like this would happen.
"You won't get away with this. Someone is going to stop you one day. It might not be us, but you will lose," Mary-Jane spat out, making him burst into laughter.
"Oh? Who is that someone? Someone like Peter, perhaps? And where is the Amazing Spider-Man? Where was he when I beat you two into the ground? Really, MJ, there should be a limit to your delusions. I can count the amount of 'heroes' left on one hand, and Spidey is far weaker than so many of the heroes I've already beaten into the dirt," the smug bastard mocked, gripping her chin as he forced her to look into his crimson eyes.
Peter was looking for their last resort, not that she'd tell the bastard that. He'd gone to find what Reed Richards had been trying to make before this psychopath had killed him.
The Black Emperor of Hellfire, and likely the Undisputed Ruler of Earth, Kuro Tepes. The man with every power and an army of capes at his command.
It was hard to compare the lazy teenager she and Peter had gone to high school with to the merciless tyrant that was standing before her, but she could point out the exact day he started to change.
The day Emma Frost, the Former White Queen and the current White Empress, had arrived at their school and invited a newly discovered mutant named Kuro to join her and Hellfire. When Kuro had returned to school, he'd been a changed man, and for the worse.
The Avengers, the X-Men, the Fantastic Four and every other superpowered group had met their end at his hands, as had almost every villain worth a damn. Kuro was relentless in eliminating threats to Hellfire's rule. They'd managed to survive this long by hiding away, but clearly, their last gasp effort at escaping from the madman had drawn his attention back to them.
"He'll come for you," Mary-Jane spat out, hating how hollow the words sounded, even to her own ears. She was sure Peter would come for them, but Kuro's power was terrifying. She loved Peter with all her heart, but she knew full well that he was no match for the might of Kuro.
Everyone that Kuro had ever killed, he'd brought back as slaves, and his power grew for every undead he had—there were tens of thousands, at least, and that was just counting the important ones. The petty criminals and thugs he'd turned into slaves were immeasurable.
"No, but he will come for you. He never could abandon you two, even if it meant his death. So, tell me, what was he trying to find? He wouldn't have left his wife and daughter behind if you didn't have a plan," Kuro asked with a smile. She knew he could rip the information out of her head with a single thought, but he liked dragging things out.
"Go to hell," she spat out, her body shuddering as he made a disappointed tutting sound.
"You don't want to be a good girl? What a shame," Kuro drawled with a shrug, not even trying to sound convincing as a cruel grin grew on his face; she knew nothing she said would have changed things anyway. "I guess I'll have to disciplineyou then."
She knew what happened to superheroines or villainesses captured by Kuro. As he pulled out a jagged dagger, slowly running it along her white and red spandex uniform, her eyes flickered to Annie, seeing her daughter's eyes widen in shock as Kuro cut the front of her suit open, exposing her breasts to the air.
Seeing Kuro's eyes running over her body, she tried to mouth soothing words to her daughter; this would be especially hard for Annie. Before Kuro had revealed his true self, Annie had looked up to him, and she'd never really gotten over the fact that her pseudo-uncle was the villain, that he was truly evil. She gasped in shock and discomfort as she felt him cut a hole in the crotch of the spandex, exposing her pussy to the cold air.
"Y-you… you'll pay for this," Mary-Jane growled out as Kuro's hand came to her exposed breasts, roughly mauling her supple flesh without care. His grip was tight, already bruising the tit-flesh he was molesting. His other hand moved between her legs, the chains moving to force her to spread her legs and grant his groping hand access to her vulnerable pussy, one long finger dragging along her slit as he grinned at her.
Her body tensed up at his touch, shuddering at the wrongness of it. For a moment, she pictured that it was the much younger Kuro, her friend, who was pumping a thick finger into her tight slit, but that Kuro was gone. Replaced by this abomination. Kuro's face twisted into a sadistic smile as he watched her squirm and struggle against the chains that were holding her in place.
"Uhuh, sure I will. I've never heard that before," Kuro mocked before gasping. "Oh, wait, that's what She-Hulk said, and what Phoenix swore, and what Captain Marvel threatened. Jennifer's my bodyguard now, Jean is my secretary, and Carol is chained to my bedroom wall, her belly bloated with my baby. They were all stronger than you, 'Spinneret', and they all fell," Kuro mocked, undoing his belt, fishing out an intimidatinglylarge cock which was already dripping with pre-cum from the sheer anticipation of the violation it was about to perform.
She knew he was telling the truth. So many heroines had fallen to him, and that Frost whore had no issue destroying the minds of Kuro's victims, rebuilding them to suit Kuro's whims. Once Kuro was done with her, once she became boring to him, she'd have her memory erased and reprogrammed into whatever role Kuro wanted her.
As he captured her lips, she snapped at him, just a second too slow, missing his tongue and making him laugh as he pulled back.
"Feisty, aren't you? Try that again, and I'll see if little Annie is feeling more welcoming," Kuro threatened casually, making her eyes widen. As she went to respond, he kissed her again, and as she felt his tongue invade her mouth, she resisted the urge to bite down, not wanting to doom her daughter to the consequences of her actions. Kuro's tongue forced its way into her mouth; the taste of his salvia was, unfortunately, delicious as he violated her mouth with his thick, long tongue.
As he violated her mouth, his hands were busy elsewhere; one hand roughly groping her breasts, the other moving between her legs, rubbing her clit roughly, making her quietly moan into his mouth in spite of herself. It filled her with shame, but her body started to respond to his unnaturally-talented ministrations. She tried to focus on anything else as he captured her lower lip between his teeth, roughly nibbling on it while grinding his rock-hard cock against her thighs.
When she felt his cockhead slide along her slit, she knew the worst was yet to come. The worst part was that she was already wet; she could feel the juices coating her thighs and Kuro's manhood as Kuro laughed, mocking her arousal. She looked away, not wanting to meet his taunting gaze, freezing.
Over his shoulder, she caught some movement in the corner of her eye, a familiar red and blue suit moving along the roof just outside the cell. She knew he would come. Peter never was one to give up, no matter how bad the odds were.
These cells were some of the most advanced in the world, but that was what happened when Tony Stark and Reed Richards were murdered and then resurrected as slaves to work in Kuro's labs forever. Peter had broken into them before, but it was always a slow, careful process.
As Peter landed silently, he moved to the cell door, trying to hack into it; he was painfully slow and cautious, knowing that any noise would attract Kuro's wrath. Looking at Annie, she tried to warn her to stay silent with her eyes, getting a tearful nod in return.
Kuro would kill them both long before Peter could get through the door if he was alerted. The tech here was very advanced, and it would take even someone as smart as Peter minutes to get through even if he got lucky. It could take even longer if the cells had improved since the last time they'd tried something like this.
She could see the worry and anger on Peter's face, even though the mask, and as she felt the bulbous head of Kuro's erect cock press against her slit, she had to admit, this was going to be hard for all of them. She had to buy him time, and she only had a single way to distract him.
Annie was going to be forced to watch the pseudo-uncle, who she used to look up to and idolise, force himself on her mother. Peter was going to have to try and stay calm and quiet while his wife was violated and brutalised just a few feet away. She was going to have to keep calm as her former friend had his way with her in front of her daughter and husband, knowing that if she became boring or if she fought back, he'd simply move over to Annie. He'd have to turn around to get to Annie, and he'd spot Peter if he did that.
Not wanting to give him the satisfaction, she bit her lip and looked away from him as she felt her lower lips be split apart, the large shaft forcing its way into her. She forced herself to remain silent, not letting out so much as a whimper as the massive phallus filled her married cunt.
He was far bigger than Peter, not that she'd ever admit it out loud, but as he thrust into her, sliding half of his cock inside her, she had to admit it in her head. This was the biggest cock she'd ever seen, and now it was starting to fill her vagina in ways that she had never thought possible.
"That's it, Spinneret, take it like the whore you are," Kuro mocked, hips bucking even as he forced more and more of his cock into her. She could feel her insides stretching to accommodate his girth and sheer size, full beyond belief as he finally bottomed out inside of her, waiting for a moment.
Despite her best efforts, a whimper of pain escaped her lips as he started to move, feeling his shaft start to hammer into her tight pussy, her hands gripping the chains tightly as she glared at him hatefully.
"I should have done this years ago, back in Midtown. I always did regret letting you escape," Kuro taunted as he pounded her against the cell wall, whimpers and moans escaping her as her body reacted to the penetration. "But then you went and had a kid, a beautiful daughter; I always did like a two-for-one special," Kuro laughed, making her eyes widen in fear. "Oh, don't look so surprised; I'm not going to lose out on a mother-daughter pair, am I?" Kuro asked mockingly, truly pounding into her pussy as she whimpered and moaned from the rough treatment, giving Peter a desperate look over Kuro's shoulder as he leaned in and kissed her neck.
"J-just leave Annie alone. Please, for old time's sake. You can do whatever you want to me; I… I'll do whatever you want," Mary-Jane begged, looking away as she felt her tears start to fall. She could not risk him even looking towards Annie.
Peter would save them soon, but only if he could catch Kuro off guard. Without Kuro's undead army, they actually stood a chance after all.
"But MJ, I can already do whatever I want to you," Kuro taunted, grinning widely. "Oh, and Wanda? Be a dear and grab the idiot, would you?" Kuro said mockingly, all three of their Spider Senses going off, far too late to stop Peter from being gripped by a strange red magic, red rings forming around him as the Scarlet Witch and Invisible Woman appeared behind him with dull and empty eyes. "Nullification's a bitch, isn't it? You three are oh-so-reliant on that cute little spidey sense of yours. Once it's gone, you're practically blind."
As they opened the cell, Wanda levitated Peter in, and Kuro didn't even bother to stop fucking her as he smirked down at Peter, Wanda ripping his mask off, revealing his glaring face.
"Really, Peter? And here I thought you were smart. You really thought you could just sneak into my base? My place of power? This is where I'm at my strongest, and you thought you could just walk in, and I wouldn't notice?" Kuro asked mockingly, pressing something on his belt, making her shackles come undone; before she could react she was forced to the ground on her hands and knees, Peter kneeling just a few feet in front of her as Kuro sheathed himself inside her again, gripping her hair and yanking her head back as he forced her to look at her husband as he ploughed into her.
She went to speak, and an orb of red energy filled her mouth, Scarlet Witch gagging her with an orb of magic.
"Stop this, Kuro, please. You're better than this; you were better than this," Peter pleaded quickly, making Kuro laugh as he spanked her ass roughly.
"Nah, I was always an asshole; you just always looked at the positives, always the optimist," Kuro replied with a laugh as he spanked her on the ass again, making her yelp. "Wanda, be a dear and gag him for me."
As Peter joined her in being gagged, she looked at Wanda with a frown, seeing the completely empty look in her eyes. Was that going to be her soon? Just one of Kuro's mindless, obedient slaves?
Making eye contact with Peter, she tried apologising with her eyes before she paused, seeing him glance down at himself. Following his gaze, her eyes widened at the addition to his belt, a device she didn't recognise.
Reed Richards was trying to make a device to travel to another version of Earth after most of the good guys had already fallen and then been resurrected as slaves. He was hoping to recruit another version of the Avengers to… well, avenge themselves.
They had gotten a message that he had finished it, but Kuro found and killed him before anything could come of it, and no one knew where Reed had hidden it. Reed had wiped his own mind as a last resort before his death, stopping Kuro from getting any answers even after he had been resurrected.
That's what Peter had been looking for. A way to escape from Kuro completely. It had taken her years to convince Peter to even try to leave this earth, to abandon his 'responsibilities', to let Kuro win.
Kuro was too busy focusing on her to care that Peter was messing with his belt; he was always too overconfident. It could apparently take four people because Reed always liked that number, but they'd have to touch whoever had the device as it was activated. She could reach forward and touch him, but Annie was bound to the wall.
They needed to reach her, which meant buying time. Looking Peter in the eye, she knew they were on the same wavelength, the apology in his eyes told her that. She would have to endure until Annie was close enough to grab.
They couldn't fight. Kuro alone was too powerful, but Kuro, with Scarlet Witch and the Invisible Woman at his side while they were both bound by Wanda's magic, was an impossible fight.
As she felt Kuro bottom out inside her, letting out a primal grunt, she shuddered in disgust as she felt his seed filling her. He didn't even have the decency to pull out, his foul cum flooding her married womb. God, she hoped she didn't end up pregnant with his child.
After a moment he moved back, forcing her upright, still resting on her knees. He stepped in front of her and pressed the cum-coated dick against her lips with a smirk, the gag vanishing as she closed her mouth instinctively, feeling his cockhead push against her lips.
"Clean it, or Annie can," Kuro ordered, and as wrong as it sounded, she hesitated. Letting Annie be forced to join this sickening game would probably get her close enough for them to escape, but that would attract too much suspicion. Kuro knew she'd do anything to keep Annie out of this; if she suddenly changed her tune, Kuro would know something was wrong.
Opening her mouth, she let him slide into her mouth, obediently using her tongue to clean the shaft of the mixture of their juices, looking up at him with a furious glare. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a red energy tear a large hole in Peter's costume, exposing his own manhood. Scarlet Witch moved behind him, pressing her body against Peter's back as she reached around and started to stroke Peter's cock, forcing him to watch the show.
She just needed to bide her time and wait for the perfect moment. They only had one shot at this; she just had to endure.
- Later -
Shuddering in both pain and unwanted pleasure, she climaxed in unison with Kuro as he unleashed his load and filled her bowels with his cum. As he pulled out, she collapsed onto her front. She didn't know how many times he'd had his way with her, but he seemingly had no end to his stamina, several loads filling her womb and abused, bleeding asshole. She was almost certainly pregnant from the repeated rape, and her face and breasts were coated in his seed.
Peter was laid on his back with his head in Wanda's lap, still forced to watch as Susan Storm rode him, making her body invisible so as to not block his view of her defilement. She could see his cock move from the invisible woman riding him, and much to Peter's shame, she watched as the smaller cock twitched and unleashed its own load into Susan's invisible womb, floating in the air for a moment before it vanished from sight. Wanda muttered something, and Peter's cock, which had been starting to flag and go soft, sprung back to full hardness.
As Kuro rose, the pair moved, Susan slipping off her husband's cock and becoming visible again with the same utterly blank look on her face as Wanda swapped places, the Scarlet Witch leaning down and taking Peter's cock into her mouth.
Susan moved to Annie, making them both gasp as Susan forcibly stripped their daughter for Kuro's amusement, groping her teenage breasts roughly.
Watching Kuro finally move away from her, walking towards her daughter, her eyes widened. Was it finally time to escape? She hoped so; she wasn't sure how much more she could take.
Watching him unshackle Annie and drag their daughter closer to them, she felt her hope soar. They just needed to touch each other, and Peter could get them out of this nightmare.
Only they needed Kuro not to be in contact with any of them, or he'd be pulled along for the ride as well, dooming another Earth.
Glancing at Peter, she immediately felt her heart drop at the look in his eyes; it was the look he got when he was going to do something crazy. Looking back at Kuro groping her daughter's teenage breasts roughly as Annie squeaked in discomfort, tears starting to fall as Kuro forced her onto her hands and knees, moving behind her and slapping his cock against her perky buttocks, preparing to violate their daughter while they were forced to watch, she couldn't say she was surprised. Peter had a limit... not that she was any better.
After a moment, he made his move. Using the last of his strength, he tossed Wanda away and charged Kuro, who turned to him in curiosity, Peter knocking him away from Annie. Peter grabbed Annie and tossed her back towards Mary-Jane as he went to kick Kuro further away. Turning, Peter tried to move back to them before he froze in place, clutching at his chest with wide eyes.
Looking back at Kuro, she let out a horrified scream at the sight of the human heart resting in his extended hand, watching him crush it with a smirk on his lip. Peter collapsed, falling to his knees as he clawed at his chest, his skin colour rapidly draining.
As Peter fell, he used the last of his strength to unclip the device, pressing something on it and tossing it at her. Knowing she had no choice, she grabbed it and immediately felt a pulling sensation as she and Annie were yanked away. The last thing she saw was Kuro's face contorted in surprise and rage.
Feeling herself hit the ground, she rose on shaky legs, which still had Kuro's seed leaking down them, looking at the smoking device in her hand, sparks leaving it occasionally.
She had no idea where she was, but the important part was that Annie was with her. Feeling herself start to sob, she tried to keep it in. Peter was gone, likely soon to be turned into one of Kuro's slaves, but that meant it was her job to protect their daughter; she'd have time to grieve later.
They were in a world unknown to them; they could mourn when they were safer. First, they needed to find some clothes and shelter; then, they needed to find out if there was a Kuro in this world as well.