"Before anything," growled The Italian Representative,"I demand
that.... thing be removed."
He was pointing at Rogue, who glared back at him angrily, he quickly
dropped his gaze, pretending interest in some unimportant documents.
"This thing, as you put it, is a person who just saved us from
what we've always feared - mutants using their power to rule over us."
"Then let's not replace one for another!" cried The
German Representative,"Where's the sense in that?"
"I say we wait for The Regent!" cried The French Representative.
"My Brother - The Regent - is at this moment getting the basic
facts of what has just happened explained to him... while the guards he
beat up on are being treated for severe injuries, I say we deal with this
now."
"Perhaps....." "....we could form a committee....." ".. I guess if we..." ".....surrender now, maybe we can make a deal....." "SHUT UP!" screamed Rogue, bringing her fist down and smashing the large oaken table into pieces. The stunned Foreign Representatives were all staring at her now. "Apocalypse doesn't need to conquer you!" she yelled,"Ya'll sit here discussing and proposing forever unless somebody leads you! Well your momma ain't here to help you now and Shaw is done fore! It's time to start making decisions! It's time to take the fight to Apocalypse!" "Take the fight to Apocalypse?" gasped The French Representative, stunned,"We'll be killed!" "Besides," muttered The German Rep.,"We can't get past the defensive seawall, our fleet would be decimated before we were even halfway there." "Then how did y'all get that Sentinel fleet to Los Angeles?" she asked them,"Explain that?" The Representative looked a little nervous. "Shaw managed to get a Security Code to the seawall," said Betsy, stepped up next to Rogue and placing an arm on her shoulder,"We never found out how, back in those days I trusted him blindly... but we lost contact with the Sentinel's after the earthquake hit and Shaw told us the code was probably defunct now." "And now? What do you think?" asked Rogue. "I think Shaw had something to do with the Sentinel's going rogue, if you'll pardon the pun," she smiled weakly,"It was most likely a ploy to show that he was capable of taking action, but convince us at the same time that making another attempt would be dangerous. It makes sense, if we attacked America and lost he'd lose his cozy little setup. If we won there'd be a chance that his motives would be revealed, he wasn't greedy, he was happy with ruling the continent." "And do you still have those Security Codes?" asked Rogue, hoping beyond hope that the answer was yes. "Yes," said Betsy,"Hidden away in archives, why?" Rogue smiled, turning to look at the Foreign Representatives who looked decidedly nervous. "We're going to take this battle to Apocalypse." ----------- Weapon X 7. ----------- The female lab technician lay on her back, her legs held up high in the air, pants around her ankles. The guard had ripped off his pants and helmet and was fucking her hard, his hips slamming against her ass as he thrust in and out. Meanwhile, Area 17 Supervisor Marlene Hart was on her knees, sucking on one of her underlings cocks while wanking two others. Two of the female techs were kissing passionately, hands sliding between their shirt buttons and feeling up each other's breasts. One of them lifted one long, toned leg up and wrapped it around the other's waist as they continued to kiss. Dr. Walter Langowski roared, gripped his head and suddenly he was no longer Sasquatch but Dr Walter Langowski, a redhaired, well built human. He rushed down the corridor, grabbed a pretty female guard and hefted her up over his shoulder. Guardian twisted about, grabbed Vindicator by her arm and pulled her close, kissing her. They began to grope and feel each other up. "Okay," said Jean, looking up at Arlette's giant, transparent face,"She's got some kind of telepathic or mind controlling powers, my own telepathic abilities are blocking her attempts to control me. Sasquatch, Guardian and Vindicator have lost control, how's everyone else doing?" "I'm okay," said Cyclops,"People in this Universe seem to have very flimsy psi-guards, and I was taught by the best." "I will not succumb," said Shaman simply. Suddenly Puck seemed to snap, he gave a little cry and began to run down the corridor. "Shit," growled Logan,"I'll get him." He started to run after Puck, who began to flip and dive about, using his exceptional acrobatic abilities to avoid Weapon X. "I'll help," said Madison Jeffries, chasing after. "Jared, are you all right?" Shaman asked. Radius was sweating and looked to be concentrating, but he wasn't going crazy with desire. "I'll be all right, who is this chick anyway?" "Perhaps Huxley has something to do with this?" Shaman said, stroking his chin thoughtfully,"He seems to delight in experimenting with mutants and super-powered individuals." "If we want Huxley, we gotta go through Clark," muttered Radius. Shaman nodded, then he, Radius, Cyclops and Jean began making their way past the eager, coupling individuals. Overhead, Arlette Truffaut's head watched the orgy with a satisfied look on her face. - James MacDonald Hudson - Guardian - known as Mac to his friends, felt up the breasts of his wife, Heather Hudson - Vindicator - through the material of her costume. The material was a little stiff due to the circuitry running through it, but that wouldn't be a problem much longer, he'd see to that. He grabbed the costume by the neck with one hand, grabbed her shoulder and braced her. Then he pulled on it, tearing the green and white costume down the middle, ripping the delicate (and expensive!) circuitry to pieces. She wore only panties beneath the costume, and her large, firm breasts stood exposed, erect nipples seemingly pointing right at him. He pulled his own costume off as quickly as he could, although he didn't rip it. She stepped out of the shredded remains of her own costume as he pulled his off, but she kept her panties on. They closed together and kissed with a passion they hadn't shared since their honeymoon. As they kissed, her firm breasts pressing against his muscular chest, his hand slid down and and pressed under the waistband of her white, cotton panties. Cupping her hot cunt-mound, he pressed on of his fingers up between her cuntlips, feeling the hot, juicy pussy inside. She smiled through their kiss as she felt his finger enter her vagina. He pressed the knuckle of his thumb against the hood of her clitoris as his finger slid in and out of her wet hole. She moaned excitedly, sucking on his tongue, grinding her hips forward to get more of the digit into her. His other hand had been gripping the back of her neck, now it slid down over shoulder and down, cupping one firm, rounded breast and kneading the white titflesh, gripping at her nipple and rubbing against it, making it more erect and causing it to ache with a dull, pleasurable pain. Suddenly they began to move back, Heather had had her legs locked together to hold her in place, now they relaxed and went stumbling back against the cool, gray walls. They both broke the kiss and grinned at each other, then he was kissing her again. He pushed her back against the wall, her asscheeks pressing against the cool metal. She lifted one long, sexy leg and wrapped it around his waist, her hands wrapped around his neck and she kissed him deeper, hunching her hips forward against his finger, which slid in and out of her steadily juicier pussy. Once that kiss was finished, he broke away and let her leg drop to the ground, he dropped to his knees so his eyes were directly in line with her white, cotton panties. He reached up and grabbed the waistband of her panties with both hands, then began to pull it down past her milky white, sexy thighs, exposing her trimmed light red pussy hair. Once it had gone down past her knees her white panties fell down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Mac grinned as he slid his hands between her thighs and used his fingers to spread her pink pussylips, then he lifted his other hand and pressed two fingers together, then slid it up between her parted pussylips. "YES!" she moaned, dropping her head back, letting her red hair spill down her back as he began to slide his fingers in and out of her cunt faster and faster. Pushing up first to the first knuckles, then the second and then his entire fingers were disappearing up her juicy snatch. Heather's body began giving little jerks and shudders, punctuated every now and then by cries of pleasure as her husband fingerfucked her cunt and she approached a quicker than expected orgasm. "Uhhh, yes.... MAC! Good....do it! yes!" she cried as his fingers slammed in and out, in and out of her juicy, tight slit. "OH YES HERE IT COMES!!" she cried and then juices burst from her cunt, juices running down over his thrusting fingers and arm, dripping off down to the cool, gray floor. She ground her hips forward, slamming her cunt hard against his fingers, getting them as deep into her cunt as she could. He pulled his fingers out, grinned up at her heaving, sweating breasts and gasping, flushed face. He stood up, his long cock hard and ready for action. Grabbed her by the thighs, he lifted her up and spread her legs at the same time. Once he'd slid her ass up so that her crotch was just up above his straining penis. Moving forward he pressed his cock forward and hit up just above her vaginal hole. Lowering down his cockhead slipped forward and he pushed his hips up, sliding several inches of his meat into her warm, wet pussy. Mac groaned happily as he felt her cuntlips spreading open and her vaginal passage opening as his cock pressed in. Heather moaned as well as she felt her husband's cock sliding up her tight cunt. Her juices had begun to flow steadily as she felt his meat being crammed into her pussy, his cockhead being lubricated by her juices. She began to rotate her hips, trying to get his cock to press right up into her eager snatch, to slam every last inch into her. "Fuck me, Mac!" she groaned,"Fuck me, fuck me good!" Mac was only too happy to do so, he had fully intended to bring Weapon X, Jean and the Prelate Summers who wasn't Prelate Summers to Clark to discuss this so-called 'real Universe'. But he'd been hit with an overwhelming desire to fuck his wife, his good, sexy wife and so he'd done it, right here in the corridors of Department H. He moaned happily, her cunt was so nice and hot and tight around his cock, and he almost felt reluctant to pull it away from it's tight, snug fitting resting place. But the urge to fuck was more driving than the urge for warmth and love, so she pulled his cock back almost to the point where it would pull free from her cunt, then he plunged it back in to the hilt. He slammed his cock in and out of her cunt, plunging back and forth, ramming in and out. He ground his cock against her pussy when he was fully in, pulled it back at an angle when he was pulling out so that her pleasure was increased. He loved the feel of his wife's gripping, clasping cunt as it gripping onto his cock as it slammed in and out of her cunt. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she squealed happily,"Fuck me, Mac! Do it! Give it to me!!!!" He fucked her faster, ramming into her with his hard member as he felt her grinding her cunt down hard against his shaft. Her cunt was clasping down on his cock whenever he pulled back, it didn't seem to want his cock removed by even an inch. Her pink, juiced up cuntlips pulled out with his cock and slammed back in whenever he thrust back in. Her legs were wrapped tight around his waist, squeezing him harder and harder as he fucked his wife like he hadn't for a long time. Heather threw her head back as far as she could with the wall at her back, squeezed her eyes shut and cried out in a heartfelt cry of pure and utter ecstasy. She slammed her hips forward, ass tensing up as she squeezed her cuntlips around his cock, making it rasp along her cuntwalls as he pulled in and out, now with more difficulty. He fucked her harder and harder even with her now additional tightness, he felt an incredible turn-on from hearing her cries and squeals of desire. His hips slammed forward and back, ramming into her cunt with harder, more powerful thrusts. "OOOOH YES!!" Heather screamed, grinding her clit hard down against the base of his cock, feeling her orgasm approaching and wanting it bad, wanting it real bad. Her face was contorted in desire, she wrapped her arms around his neck to get better leverage and began ramming her hips down again and again. Her sweaty body shuddered and jerked, leaping about as her husband fucked her raw, his cock ramming in and out of her cunt with a speed and ferocity that would have scared her at any other time. Her cunt squeezed down on his cock harder than ever before, and Mac felt a moment of panic he wouldn't be able to get his cock back up into her, but with some effort he did, and the hot friction was just incredible. Heather squealed and screamed in a high pitched squeal of utter, total and complete lustful satisfaction. "UUUUUUUHHHHHH!!!!!!" she squealed, her juices exploded out from around his cock, which he'd thrust as deep into her pussy when he felt her orgasm cumming. "OH GEEZ!" Mac grunted and came as well. She continued to cum long after he'd shot his spunk deep up into her pussy. Her cunt repeatedly squeezing and tugging on his dick, trying to milk more sperm out of his meat. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her breasts and squashing them down. They kissed a few more times, tasting each other's sweaty skin, running tongues along each other. They lowered to the ground, still connected by his swiftly deflating cock. They lay together, holding each other as all around them there was more and more fucking going on. - "Jeffries? Puck?" called Logan, sniffing the air but getting nothing but the scent of gun-oil and sex. They had the advantage that they knew the halls and corridors of Department H, while his tenure there had been short and hardly a cordial visit. He'd been brought in by Mac and Heather, held prisoner against his will (without Mac and Heather's knowledge). They'd tried the adamantium bonding process on him and it had succeeded, they'd taken cell samples and instilled an artificial healing factor in someone for the sake of something about a Trade Negotiation with Apocalypse. () He'd escaped and been chased by Alpha Flight, when they'd caught him he'd discovered Puck - an old friend - was on the team. Between the two of them they convinced Mac and Heather to let him go, just after that he'd met Jean and things had never been better. Now this new Scott Summers appeared out of nowhere and said the whole Universe was wrong, that none of this was supposed to have ever happened and it had to be changed back... and worse still, Jean seemed to agree. - Logan, - came her voice in his head, a reassuring, calming presence. - Yeah? - he asked. - We've found Clark, - she said, - You better get up here, - He listened to her directions, then headed off. () Which resulted in Pale Rider Dead Man Wade getting an artificial healing factor. - General Clark sat in darkness, he frowned when Jean, Cyclops, Radius and Shaman entered his office. "General Clark," said Shaman, dropping his head slightly,"I am pleased to see you are unaffected by Ms. Truffaut's powers." "Of course not," said Clark,"Everybody who comes through these halls is implanted with unbreakable hypnotic commands and memory implants that will not allow them to ever use their powers against me." "He's not at all worried by this," said Jean, peeking into his mind,"In fact, this whole thing pleases him." "Indeed," murmured Clark, not seeming surprised by Jean's intrusion into his mind. "You planned this?" cried Radius in shock. "No," said Clark, and left it at that, his expression unchanged. "Arlette was a beta class mutant," said Jean, she'd taken the information from his mind with a quick scan. Cyclops was a little disturbed, it reminded him a bit too much of when the incredibly powerful cosmic entity The Phoenix had imitated his Jean Grey and steadily abused her power until she'd become totally corrupt. "Go on," said Radius, suddenly interested, his younger brother - Adrian - was in the Beta Flight Program, apparently having his powers augmented to Alpha Class potential. "She was supposed to have her powers increased, but they seem to have been jumpstarted to an incredibly high level. Before she had powers of hyper-suggestion triggered by tactile contact... in other words, if she touched you she could make you do whatever she wanted." "And now?" "She's still in her sleep tube in Beta Division," said Clark, speaking up,"Monitors say she's still asleep, although I suspect she is altering them... the giant floating head is a psychic projection. In other words, she is controlling people's minds without touching them." "And this pleases you?" murmured Shaman, not outraged but thoughtful, as if he was seeing Clark in a new light. "Certainly," said Clark,"She has high potential to do damage to the enemy, if we could get her into Manhattan we could severely subdue any resistance while we sent a force in to take the city." The door opened and Weapon X walked in, for the first time Clark showed an emotion, his eyes widening slightly, then returned to normal, was he scared of Logan? "So you won't stop her?" said Cyclops. "Certainly not, Prelate Summers," said Clark,"I have been meaning to ask what you are doing here? Have you defected?" "You could say that," growled Logan,"Quit stalling, Clark, what are you going to do about this whole orgy thing?" "Bodies can only physically endure so long, eventually they'll all collapse and I can sedate her without fear of reprisal through a second party under her control." "Clark," said Cyclops,"Do you have inter-stellar technology?" Clark raised an eyebrow. "Or at least a ship capable of breaking free from the atmosphere?" Clark raised the eyebrow again. "No?" Clark said nothing. "It's hidden in their Ontario facility," said Jean,"A crashed ship from a place in New Mexico called Roswell. They fixed it up after Apocalypse traded it to them, it's got enough fuel to get to the edge of the solar system." "I must do something about psi-shielding," Clark muttered to himself. "We have to get to Ontario," Cyclops said,"There's a jumpgate near Jupiter we can use to get to the Shi'ar Home Planet, from there we can get a fragment of the M'kraan Crystal and....." "Forget it," said Clark,"Despite all this fascinating information about aliens and jumpgates, the ship is useless. The reason we've never used the craft before is because Apocalypse has an orbital ring of satellites around the planet. They're too high up and too underpowered to do any damage to targets on the ground, but they can destroy any ship that tries to get off Earth." "Then we have to get to Manhattan," muttered Cyclops,"If we can bring down Apocalypse, we can take the ship up." "How you planning on getting to Manhattan, one eye?" muttered Logan. "There is one way," said Clark,"But it's not safe." "Well?" muttered Radius when nobody said anything. "One of our former Alpha's names was Locus, she could open portals to other places, but they only stayed open so long. We managed to push her powers up to create a permanent portal, but it killed her. The portal led to sewers underneath Manhattan, we sent in a reconnaissance patrol, but they never returned. We decided that it was too dangerous, so we walled it up." "Let's go," said Jean, having already telepathically scanned the information from Clark's mind. "Hang on a second," cried Logan,"What for! Jean, think about what you're saying." "I don't understand?" "You want us to march right into the lion's mouth, straight to Manhattan, home of Apocalypse! Then we gotta try and whack the big guy! And if we succeed it's so this guy can wipe out us and everything we have!" he pointed at Cyclops. "Logan," she said,"You saw the world he came from! The world that should be! How can you let this world live a minute longer than it should if there's a chance to save it?" "And destroy us!" She looked at him sternly, frowning. "Why should we be happy at the expense of billions of people?" she asked,"Why would I want to be with a man who could be happy living like that?" She turned and left, a second later Scott followed. Logan cursed, spat on the carpet, then turned and followed them. "Well?" asked Clark, staring at Shaman and Radius. "I cannot let this continue either," Shaman said,"I go with them." "I always wanted to save the world," Radius said,"You deal with this Wizardess of Oz thing all right? I don't want my brother getting it on with some hot French chick, I've got a bet going with myself that he stays a virgin forever." He and Shaman left the office. "Insane," muttered Clark,"Another Universe, M'kraan Crystals, it's madness." He sat back and waited for the orgy participants to exhaust themselves. - Heather lay sleeping on the floor next to James, she was exhausted but content, a small smile on her face. Something woke her up, a touch on her side. Was it Mac? Wanting a repeat performance? He hadn't done that in a few years either. She sleepily rolled over, looked surprised, then smiled, feeling Arlette's power creep over her mind once more. "What are you waiting for?" she asked. Puck turned and looked at Madison Jeffries with a grin on his face. "Time for a party, eh?" - The yellow portal hung in the middle of the sewer tunnel, not making any noise, casting a thin light in the darkness. Then it flared bright, hummed viciously, and one after another four people leaped into the still waters of the sewer system. "Ah shit! That stinks!" muttered Radius, turning about and looking at the portal as it's color faded. "It ain't so bad," muttered Logan,"And I got hypersenses," he stood close to Jean, who was still a little reserved with him despite her happiness when he had joined them,"This is an old smell, the sewers aren't used down here, we're not near a populated area." "But there are people here, or have been," muttered Shaman. "Yeah, but careful people," said Logan,"Shield their smells, if they're around they're downwind... what little wind there is down here." "Perhaps if we get out of here quickly," said Scott,"They won't bother us." "Who are The Morlocks?" asked Jean, staring at Scott,"I can sense them on the surface of your mind." "A group of mutants who lived beneath Manhattan," said Scott,"They were generally peaceful but they attacked if threatened." "Our fight is not with them," said Shaman,"They have nothing to fear from us." They began heading up through the ankle deep water. - Sitting in the main chamber, The Morlocks stared fearfully up at large screen. "Relax, she will not return for much time yet," muttered their leader, sitting on a raised chair, found in a sewer tunnel near the surface by a more adventuresome than usual Morlock. As if to contradict her, a face appeared on the screen, the face of a beautiful young woman with dark skin and black hair. Her face was frowning and The Morlocks whined and mewled in fear. All except the leader, who growled low in her throat. [Outworlders,] said the voice,[Surface Dwellers.] The face disappeared from the screen. "Surface dwellers!" moaned The Morlocks,"Come down with their ugly, ugly pretty faces." The leader smiled, picking a bone out from her elbow. "Hate surface people," muttered The Morlocks. "Remember," muttered the leader,"Remember last pretty people?" The Morlocks nodded, grinning, turning to look at the skeletons of the last surface dwellers to appear from that strange yellow disc down below. "We kill!" laughed Marrow, leader of The Morlocks, and flipped the heavy bone she'd pulled from her elbow, the blunt side up,"We kill and we hurt!"
