Age Of Onslaught [2/37] Marvel Universe 
 (m/f, f/f, oral, anal, orgy, fem. mast., cons, non cons, m+/f)

     

        Exodus was an intense individual, he could rarely be described
as happy, but the last few weeks had been like bliss for him.
        Since Magneto's return from the exile imposed upon him by the
hated one, Xavier, those Acolytes Exodus had been able to re-gather had
ceased their petty squabbles and bickering and begun working together
for their master.  Magneto had begun to move surreptitiously around the
globe, somehow pinpointing the still lost Acolytes and returning them to
New Avalon.  Magneto's dream was coming about and Exodus felt an inner
peace and serenity he had not felt since first meeting Magneto.
        Now he approached the Throne Room of Magneto, preparing to discuss
the progress on the Acolytes excursions into The Savage Land, which Magneto
was planning on making into a refuge for mutants.  As he walked he also
found himself wondering if he should question his master on a subject that
had been bothering him.
        When Magneto had returned he'd brought with him Franklin Richards,
son of The Fantastic Four.  After the world had somehow come to the
conclusion that Magneto had died trying to insinuate himself in the
Earth's electro-magnetic spectrum Magneto had returned, and Franklin had
just disappeared, never mentioned by Magneto.
        For that matter, why hadn't the Fantastic Four themselves come
looking for their child, or at least expressed concern.
        He arrived at the door, then hesitated, had he just felt somebody
intruding on his thoughts.
        He waited, and felt it again, a light brushing on the edges of
his sub-conscious.
        - Who is there? - he asked in his mind, wondering who could be
powerful enough to break his psi-barriers, could it be Xavier?
        There was no answer, so he decided to ask his lord.
        He sounded the bell, and Magneto spoke through the intercom.
        "Enter," came Magneto's voice.
        The doors opened and Exodus stepped through...
        ..in the corridor, he pushed the button which would tell Magneto
someone was there.
        "Enter," came Magneto's voice.
        Exodus shook his head, hadn't this just happened.
        "Enter," repeated Magneto.
        Again Exodus hesitated.
        - ENTER! - screamed a voice in Exodus' head, causing extreme,
intense pain in his head, - PAIN! ANGER! PAIN! DIE! HURT! - the voice
screamed, not actual words but more like emotions hitting him hard and
strong.
        "Wh... who....?" he gasped, collapsing to the floor.  The doors
to Magneto's throneroom opened.  Looking up his eyes widened, a huge
wall of fire was coming straight for him.
        "NO!" he cried, raising his arms instinctively to protect his
face and then pulling up his most powerful psi-shield.
        The fire hit the shield, which cracked instantly.
        Pain wracked Exodus' face and he called upon reserves of strength
that had never been tapped, forcing back the fire which he recognized
as being psionic in nature, he was being attacking by an extremely powerful
telepath, could it possibly be Xavier?
        The fire seemed to re-double, he raised his shields higher,
trying to push it back.
        - You are destined to fail, - said the voice in his head, now
speaking clearly, calmly.
        As the voice spoke the intensity of the psionic fire seemed to
treble and Exodus fell back several steps.  He refused to fall, knowing
it would be his death.  His shields were falling and he knew he couldn't
sustain them much longer, whilst the psionic fire was getting stronger.
	Still Exodus would not fall, he kept pushing forward, despite the
fact that he was bleeding from his ears, nose and mouth.
	- Remarkable - said the voice in his mind once more - How I wish I
could trust you, then I might make you one of my own -
	".....won't.........give........in," gasped Exodus, pushing forward
against the telepathic wave washing over him.
	- You don't understand - came the voice in his head again - This is
merely a test, I have been directing the smallest fraction of my power
against you -
	Suddenly Exodus was pushed back against the wall as the power
attacking him increased tenfold, he could no longer even move his body.
	"That was a slight nudge up," said the voice again, only this time
not in his head.  He struggled to turn and look, but he could not move his
body even a fraction of an inch,"You want to see me, don't you?" said the
voice again,"You can't die not knowing who I am," he sighed,"Very well."
	Suddenly Exodus' head was spun around and he found himself facing
the architect of his destruction, he couldn't even open his mouth to
scream, and the identity of his betrayer was too much for his already
overstrained mind to take, he simply shut down, his mind collapsing in on
itself.
	Magneto raised his hand slightly, the open palm became a closed
fist and Exodus' body was simply disintegrated.
	"No one," said Magneto, his face blank and his eyes shining with
a strange blue light,"No one will survive the Onslaught."

	---

	Cortez had to admit to himself, he was onto a sweet thing here.
	After ingratiating himself into Exodus' good graces after Xavier
had sent Magneto spinning out of the solar system he had risen to a rank
of power.
	And then Magneto had returned.
	At first he had been terrified and had considered making an attempt
on the Master of Magnetism's life, but then he had decided to risk it all
and attempt to get back into his 'lords' good graces.
	He had been amazed to discover that not only was Magneto willing to
forgive, he had been happy too, claiming that he needed a man like Cortez
around and had a good use for his abilities.
	So far all that had meant was that Cortez had become seen in the
eyes of the Acolytes as a man of importance, despite the fact that he just
spent his days wandering around New Avalon doing nothing.  And that in turn
meant that there was always somebody there to warm his bed.
	At this moment a young eighteen year old, whose name he couldn't
remember, was bouncing up and down on top of him enthusiastically in the
hope of pleasing him.
	He liked them tight, which she was, but he was considering doing
her up the ass just to see what her reaction would be.
	Her tight, blonde haired pussy was clamping down on his cock like
a vice, sliding up and down his pole, her slick pussy juices running down
his body onto the silk sheets.
	- Have to wash those - he thought to himself.
	"Oh wow! You are so big!" she squealed in delight, her fingers
rubbing hard against her clitoris.
	- Yeah right - he thought to himself, he had no problem with the
fact that the only real enjoyment she was getting was from wanking herself,
after all she was only a hole to him, he just wished he didn't have to
bother pretending he was turned on by what she said.
	"Yeah, you're so fucking tight baby," he moaned, then lay back and
closed his eyes, simply enjoying the sensation of fucking her.
	Her firm breasts bounced up and down, her hair plastered against
her face by sweat.  Her fingers slid around and around her clit in little
circles as she continued to slide her tight cunt up and down his dick, she
began to make grinding motions in the hope of making him cum soon, she had
already gotten off twice from wanking herself, and wondered how much more
stimulation he would need before he pumped his load into her.
	Fabian's eyes opened slightly as she ground her cunt against his
cock, he hadn't expected an eighteen year old to know a trick like that,
but he wasn't going to complain.
	She continued to grind against him, getting some additional
pleasure for herself, and then his entire body jerked upwards.
	- Finally - she thought - He's cumming! -
	But she didn't feel that familiar heat she usually felt when a
man came into her, instead she felt her body being jerked away.
	She crashed to the ground, making a low mewl of pain as she smashed
into the hard metal.  Looking up she saw Cortez's naked body hanging in the
air, almost as if an invisible hand was gripping him by the throat.
	Between herself and the bed shimmering lights appeared, similar to
the Aurora Borealis, but more concentrated, almost taking on the shape of
a.....head?
        She gasped as she realized that two eyes were forming in the
light, and that the head was roughly the same shape of a smoothly rounded
helmet?
	"My Lord?" she asked, suddenly fearful that somehow Magneto had
come into the room and was displeased.
	- I do not have time for this - muttered the voice and suddenly
her head shot back, hit with a psi-bolt of unimaginable power.  Her entire
body went taut, then the muscles went loose and she flopped down, still
breathing, but her eyes glazed over and unseeing.
	"Who...arrkkk, who?" gasped Cortez.
	- Do not make me regret my decision - said the voice in his
head - I am letting you live, for I have need of you -
	Cortez's survival instincts instantly kicked in, inside his head
his voice cried - Let me go, I'll serve you! -
	As he dropped to the bed, he could hear the arrogant laughter in
his head, and the voice spoke again.
	- Cortez, what made you think you had a choice? -


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        Several Weeks Earlier, Somewhere in San Francisco.
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        With a bright flash of energy the three found themselves standing
in a darkly lit room.  There was a smell, an acrid stench that seemed
to sting the nostrils.
        "Ahh," said Pip The Troll, breathing in deeply and smiling,"He's
cleaned since we were last here."
        The Silver Surfer couldn't believe his eyes, they were in some
kind of house, with carpet, t.v, cabinets, coffee table and magazines.
There were magazines splayed about, empty beer cans and dirty dishes lying
on the floor.  The curtains were pulled and the sun was making a
half-hearted attempt to get through the cracks.
        The t.v was turned on, Ricki Lake was telling somebody that they
were crazy and the audience was whooping and screaming in excitement.
        He looked up at Gamora, but the green skinned warrior seemed
unable to meet his eyes.
        "What is this?" he asked, looking down at Pip, whose cigar smoke
was actually not the most offensive odor in the room for once,"You were
supposed to take me to Adam Warlock."
        "This is a tape," said Pip, looking at the t.v.  He knelt down and
grabbed the remote from next to an empty pizza box, something - The Surfer
didn't want to know what - scuttled away.
        "Answer me Troll," growled The Surfer.
        Pip pushed stop and instantly the three of them forgot Adam
Warlock for a second.
        ".....Tilby for channel 3 news," came the voice of the beautiful
young woman.
        "The entire city is perplexed today, unable to understand what
caused the mass unconsciousness throughout the greater New York area.
Garbled reports have come in from the rest of America, and indeed the
world, claiming that we were attacked by the presumed dead mutant
terrorist, Magneto.
	We had a chance to talk to Reed Richards, leader of the Fantastic
Four, earlier this evening."
        The Surfer looked at Pip suspiciously, who shrugged.
        "I don't know, this is as much a surprise to me as you."
        "There is quite a simple explanation," said Reed to Trish on the
tv, smiling slightly,"The other members of the Fantastic Four and myself
recently returned from the Negative Zone, which as many viewers know is
like a.....uh....space between dimensions.
	Now, upon returning we were shocked to discover that the Negative
Zone was not being contained as it should, and that aspects of other
realities were 'leaking' into our own dimension."
	"So?" said Trish,"The so called t.v broadcasts of which I myself
have no recollection," she smiled winningly for the camera,"Are actually
manifestations of other dimensions that leaked into our own Universe
somehow?"
	"Exactly," said Reed with a smile.
	"So then, is there any chance of this happening again, and why
did it result in the unconsciousness of New York alone?"
	Reed laughed,"The chances of it happening are exactly 1
in 376,459,824,628, and the odds are only that good once every
billion years.  As for why it happened in New York? Well we in
the Fantastic Four contain a portal into the Negative Zone, I wouldn't
be surprised if similar reports came in from Latveria, where Doctor Doom
is known to have such a portal."
	"Unfortunately, the Monarch of Latveria, Doctor Doom,
was unavailable for comment," said Trish, looking a little sad,"But thank
you Mr. Fantastic, for shedding light on this entire affair."
        "Okay," said Pip smiling, turning off the t.v,"Looks like we
don't need Adam no more, let's just head back to Monster Island and..."
        "Hold Troll," growled The Surfer,"Where is Adam."
        "Oh," said a new voice, the three whirled to face the
newcomer,"Hello Pip, Gamora, Norrin, want some pizza, it's only a day
or so old."
        They found themselves facing a pot-bellied, unshaven Adam Warlock,
his hair tangled and messy, his teeth coated with brown muck, wearing
jockeys stained with coffee and something The Surfer didn't want to
contemplate, the ensemble finished off by a fishnet t-shirt.
        "Adam?" asked The Surfer,"What...?"
        There was a bright flash of intense, white energy, when it cleared
the room was empty.

        Across the street, an old woman heard a beep as some equipment
registered a large energy output.
        "What the hell was that?" she muttered,"I'm trying to watch... well,
listen to my stories."
        "Who knows," replied her roommate/captor,"I was going to meet
Weasel and play some pool at the Hellhouse, but I got caught up watching
this Tilby hotty on channel 3."
        There was a creaking noise and a couple of swearwords as he checked
his equipment.
        "Just interdimensional energy running off the scale like nothing
I've ever seen before," came the voice, sounding bored as he checked his
equipment, designed to warn him if someone tried to teleport into his
house,"Probably the nieghbours are some kind of cosmic beings that got
pissed off with the human race after seeing Jerry Springer."
        "Whack-job neighbors," sighed Blind Alfred as she cracked opened
another beer,"This used to be such a nice neighbourhood."

     	-

        Cortez looked at the image on the screen.
        "Okay, who is this?"
        Pain wracked his head, he fell to the floor, clutching his head
in his hands.  Blood spilled from his nose and ears and a light trickle.
        "STOP! STOP!" he screamed.
        The pain intensified.
        "PLEASE!"
        The pain stopped, he was standing where he had been, there was
no blood anywhere.
        "Wha?"
        "You do not ask questions," said Magneto, standing next to him,
his face was blank, his eyes seemingly dead as if he was just a vessel
for the power,"You do as you are told."
        Cortez nodded, his mind was already trying to figure out an angle,
a scheme, some way to defeat his new master, some way to take the power
and make it his own.
        "This is Nate Grey," said Magneto,"His power is phenomenal, it
dwarfs that of Xavier's, he is a threat to me."
        Cortez nodded, here was an angle, he could play Magneto - or
whoever was using Magneto - against X-Man, pushing their power up and
down, make them dependent on him then pull away the support frames and
watch the house come crashing down.
        "I get it," he said,"You want me to increase your powers to
match his, right?"
        Magneto laughed, though his face remained the same.
        "No Cortez, you simple minded fool," and what he said next made
so little sense Cortez wasn't sure if he'd misheard or was being made
fun of.
        "No Cortez, I want you to increase the X-Man's power."

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        Beyond Time And Space.
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        Warlock burped.
        "Excuse me," he said.
        "Warlock, what is this?" asked The Surfer,"What has happened to
you?"
        "Where are we?" asked Pip,"Anyone know that?"
        Gamora was meditating, or ignoring all of them.
        They stood, or floated, or sat or whatever, in a large, white
expanse that seemed to go on forever.  There was no indication of what
brought them here, and Pip's attempts to teleport away had failed, which
seemed impossible considering that he was the bearer of The Space Gem,
which made him the most capable and powerful teleporter in the entire
Universe.
        "I let myself go," muttered Warlock,"I'm hungry, is there any
food around here?"
        "There is nothing here," said The Surfer,"You let yourself go?
I don't understand it, what are you talking about?"
        "Nobody needed me anymore," he said,"I left Soulworld to save
the Universe, I was supposed to get to be God in return.  Then
the representative of someone even more powerful than me - and I was
supposed to be God at the time - took that away.  I got to run
the Infinity Watch, then they unraveled and the gems got taken away,
went somewhere called Ultraverse or something like that.  Nobody needed
me anymore, I had nothing to do so I just... let myself go."
        The Surfer coughed lightly.
        "The soulgem is on your head," he said.
        Warlock nodded.
        "Yep, one day it came back, boom! Just like that, I was watching
Oprah and it just appeared on my forehead, like it had never been gone."
        "And?"
        "And?"
        "Yes, what then?"
        "Then I watched a movie and went to bed."
        The Surfer shook his head.
        "Again," said Pip,"Where are we?"
        EVERYWHERE
        "Oh," said Pip,"I see."
        YOU DO NOT, said the voice, although it was more than a voice,
it wasn't heard so much as sensed, felt throughout their very being,
penetrating right down to the soul,YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE YOU MAY PROVE
USEFUL.
        "I was expecting this," muttered Warlock,"Come out Eternity."
        Eternity, the living embodiment of the Universe appeared, a huge
figure made up of stars, planets, comets and space.
        "You need me again?" asked Warlock,"You leave me in the lurch,
then when you need me you expect me to drop everything and do your dirty
work for you."
        YOU WILL ASSIST ME, replied Eternity simply.
        "No," said Adam,"I've decided to be selfish for a change, screw
you Eternity, if you're so powerful, fix the problem."
        THAT IS FORBIDDEN.
        "Whose to forbid you? you're the Universe."
        LOOK, said Eternity, and suddenly reality fragmented, split and
sundered.  A wave of something smashed into them, washing over them like
a wave of solid reality.  When it cleared they remained in nothingness,
but now Gamora was made up of crystals.
        "What have you done?!" screamed Warlock.
        THIS IS THE FATE OF THE UNIVERSE, Eternity stated,I WILL REMAIN,
BUT MY NATURE WILL BE ALTERED, THIS CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO
HAPPEN, STOP
IT.
        Before he could reply, Warlock and his companions found themselves
in the castle on Monster Island, Gamora was still made from crystal.

        -

        Deep in the depths of one of the higher realms of Hell, Mephisto,
Dark Lord of this particular part of the fiery realm stared glumly at an
image in his hand of Magneto.
        "You were supposed to be The Herald Of Armageddon," he muttered,
the image faded and another replaced it, this one was of a tall man, not
hugely built but toned and muscular, with aquiline features and graying
hair pulled back into a ponytail,"But you, you appeared and wrecked all
my plans!"
        The image of the paradoxical being who had dismissed Mephisto
like the demon himself would normally swat a fly disappeared.
        Mephisto leaped from his throne, startling several of the servile,
pathetic creatures that slinked eternally around the throne.
        "You took a gamble, father," said Blackheart, managing to make
the word father sound like a obscene word,"Had he heralded Armageddon
you may have found Heaven's forces outnumbered our own."
        Mephisto ignored the reference to 'our' and spun to face Blackheart,
who towered over his father and was twice as wide.  Yet Mephisto was
obviously dominant here, despite his lean frame, since Blackheart stepped
back and bowed.
        "We have almost countless souls," said Mephisto,"I am positive
heaven's numbers cannot match our own, and if I could topple
it's Almighty Ruler, I would have power beyond that of even our Fallen
Master."
        The creatures about the throne cringed and sunk away into shadows,
it was unwise to refer to the ultimate lord of hell in even the most
roundabout way.  The saying speak of the devil and he shall appear was
more apt than most people believed.
        "Could haves, would haves and What If's, father," said
Blackheart,"That way lies madness."
        Mephisto smiled, raising his hands a new image appeared, this
one of a huge, hulking figure dressed in armor reminiscent of Magneto's.
        "When one tool doesn't work, son, get a bigger one."

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        UXM 350.
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        Nate Grey growled as he felt the onrush of thoughts suddenly
explode into his head.
        Since the astral plane had gone into flux, his own telepathic
abilities had begun to fluctuate.  Sometimes he could only hear the thoughts
of others as muted whispers, other times, like this, they burst in stronger
than ever.
        He was still able to consciously use telepathy, unlike every
other telepath on the planet he had the power to push past the interference
being presented.  But the background telepathic noise most t.p's quickly
learned to tune out was out of whack, whispers or roars now, hardly ever
just normal volume.
        "Something the matter, Nate?" asked Threnody, walking along
beside him and hearing his growl.
        "Telepathy is back with a vengeance," he said,"It's like losing
your hearing but then getting it back better than ever, except at random
intervals."
        "Sound's frustrating," she replied, quickly losing interest,"Check
out those boots."
        Nate glanced up and saw the knee high leather boots in the display
window, without even thinking he reached up, parted the molecules in the
glass telekinetically and reached through, grabbing the boots and pulling
them through.  The molecules in the glass bonded back together and he passed
them to her,"Here you go Thren," he muttered, not noticing the startled
looks coming not only from her but also others around them, who had
happened to be walking by.
        "...some kind of stunt...."
        "..reached through the glass....."
        "...seen him at Central Park a couple of times...."
        "....think he could be......."
        "..stinking muties, wrecking the city..."
        "Shut up," muttered Nate, already sensing the rising tension and
hostility in the crowd.  He waved his hand negligently and they froze
in place, their minds and bodies held in a state of stasis by Nate's
telekinesis.
        "Nate?" asked Threnody,"How did...? I mean... how?"
        "I've done it before," he said,"Back in Switzerland, when we met
Cable, remember?"
        "I remember you were pushed to your limits and lashed out, but
this was like... the blink of an eye, like it was nothing."
        Nate rubbed his stomach, grabbing a box of donuts from one of
the frozen onlookers,"I'm hungry," he said.
        "You're always hungry for something," she said with a slight
smile, she rubbed at her crotch,"You nearly fucked me raw last night."
        He blushed, lowering his eyes,"Come on Thren, you saying you
didn't enjoy it?"
        She grinned as he bit into a donut,"No, I'm saying why aren't we
back in the loft right now, doing it some more?"
        He smiled, grabbed her in one hand and suddenly they were flying
through the air.  She laughed gaily and rubbed against him, all the time
grateful that the psi-inhibitors which kept her powers from driving her
crazy also kept Nate out of her head.
        Because sometimes, especially when he pulled stunts like this, he
scared the shit out of her.
        
        -

        Forge shook his head in wonder.
        "The power levels are off the charts," he said,"It's incredible, his
psionic powers are... immense."
        Cable frowned,"He shouldn't be capable of this, since I lost my
T.O virus my own psionic abilities rose dramatically, and I couldn't do
this unless I had no other option."
        "A survival instinct?" asked Forge, recording the psionic energy
present whilst the other members of X-Factor kept curious onlookers and
passersby from getting a good look at the frozen people,"Something that'll
damage your body normally, so it's repressed by your self-constructed
psi-barriers."
        Cable picked a leaf out of the air, it had been blown by a gust
of wind, that wind as well as the leaf had been frozen by Nate Grey's
casual manipulation of his massive psionics,"I guess he broke down those
psi-barriers and found a way to avoid damage to his body."
        Forge began working from bits and pieces taken from inside the
small suitcase he carried at his side.  Building a small device with
something resembling a rotating suction cup on the end.
        "What's that?" Cable asked, watching as Madrox - The Multiple Man
(who had recently returned from the dead) - formed multiple duplicates
of himself to hold back the crowd, whilst Guido Carosella - Strong Guy -
had his back to the crowd, holding them back with the casual ease that
came from years of practice as Head of Security and Bodyguard to
intergalactic rock star Lila Cheny.
        "It'll absorb the ambient telekinetic energy left behind," replied
Forge, working quickly with skilled fingers,"Releasing the psionic stasis
as well as giving us a psionic signature.  That'll come in handy since he
somehow shields himself from detection."
        He flicked the device, and soon X-Factor had to deal with some
confused and agitated citizens.