Age Of Onslaught 
	Part 8/37

	Remy smiled, he cut a romantic figure, his brown hair had been
lightened by the sun and he wore a tight, white singlet and long, tight
khaki shorts which stopped just above the knees.  His hair was pulled
back in a pony tail and he was unshaven, with his quick and easy grin he
had already been the recipient of many deep and longing looks from many of
the native beauties.  A good reason to leave early, as their husbands did
not take too kindly to this kind of attention.  He stalked up onto the deck
and ordered Fisk's copious amounts of luggage to be stored in the cargo
hold, not to be accessed by him until they reached Avalon.  He called for
the gangplank to be pulled in and Guido did it one handed, already the crew
and many of the economy passengers were running about, setting the sails
and rigging to get the ship ready.  The Sprite used a mixture of engines
and wind to run the ship fast and everything had to be handled carefully.
        The ship was large, fifty feet long and four decks deep, able to
carry, at a pinch, over two hundred people, crew not included.  On this
trip they were carrying 153 people, mostly economy passengers but with
a number of the high paying humans and mutants who wanted to travel to
Avalon in style.
        "Jubilee!" cried Remy, he stared about in mock exasperation,"Where
is dat girl?"
        The young mutant, eighteen years old and dressed in tiny cut-off
jeans and a tight little red and white striped t-shirt burst through from
the cooks quarters, looking about wildly.  She spotted Remy and grinned,
seemingly all innocence.
        "Jubilee, over here!" Remy snapped, trying to hide his smile.
        Jubilee rushed to him, stopped short and saluted sharply, grinning
crookedly.
        "Take Mr. Fisk here to economy class," he ordered,"Settle him in
DaCosta Corner."
        Guido let out an exaggerated groan at the private joke, then
stalked away and began to bark orders out to the crew in order to avoid
Remy's harsh glare.
        "Economy!" groaned Jubilee,"They're always grabbing at my ass
down there!"
        She turned about to head towards the economy deck and Remy reached
out, cupping one globe of her firm asscheeks in his hand.
        "And it's such a nice little ass, too," he said.
        Juiblee slapped him away with a little grin, then motioned to
Fisk with her little finger.
        "Come on, Tubby, she said, then she glanced at Remy and stuck her
tongue out,"And keep your hands off the merchandise, Cajun!"

	-

	Once the ship had pulled away from the dock, accompanied by wails
from some of the native women on the wharf and sighs of relief from the
men, Remy LeBeau left Guido and DaCosta in charge and headed towards
his cabin.
        He stepped into darkness, closing the door behind him he stood
stock still, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the gloom.
        "Turn the lights on, Gambit," said a sleepy voice,"If you want."
        "Don' call me Gambit, chere," he said,"Dat name's los in de past
where it belong."
        "Turn the lights on, Remy," she said, and he knew she
was smiling,"If you want."
        "Of course I want to," he said,"I missed your pretty face."
        He turned the dimmer down and then flicked the switch, a low
light permeating the room.
        She lay on the bunk, dressed in a tight little green shirt that
didn't even cover her back, one strap broken and lying across the sheet,
wearing plain white panties that were riding up her crack and giving him
a lovely view of her ass.  She was on her stomach, chewing lazily on
the nail of one of her fingers, her other hand resting on the pillow.
        "Ahhh my little Kitty," said Remy,"You turn me on so bad, sometime
I feel like I goin' to pop."
        Nearly twenty-two years old and sexy as hell, Kitty Pryde giggled
and rolled over onto her back, her legs slightly spread and the nipples of
her plump breasts sticking out clearly through the green material of her
top.
        "Pop away Remy, pop away."

        -

        "CAROSELLA!" screeched the high pitched, quavery voice.
        Guido grinned as Jubilee and DaCosta's heads twisted about, they'd
been engaged in an armwrestle - Jubilee using both hands and straining
heroically while DaCosta tried to keep a straight face - before the
squeal.
        "Don't worry kids," he said,"I was expecting this."
        Out of one of the open hatches leading below deck popped a round
head, covered in soot and dirt.  The ruling elite of Tonga (many of whom
had booked 1st Class package on The Sprite when news of Apocalypse's
invasion had come about) would never have recognized Richard Fisk, son
of The Mighty Kingpin.
        He pulled himself with great effort onto the deck, ignoring the
guffaws and catcalls from the crewmembers working in the rigging, and
began stumbling towards Guido.
        "Carosella!" he roared again,"I want to talk to LeBeau!"
        "Captain's busy," said the strongman, hardly intimidated by the
rotund figure that even at close to six feet was nearly two feet shorter
than him,"Being entertained."
        Jubilee and DaCosta grinned at this, but again Fisk missed the
connection.
        "First!" growled Fisk, as if Guido was one of the servants he'd
bullied around when he was young,"You put me in that.... hammock! A fucking
hammock in a dark, festering corner of the dingiest, darkest deck, it's
practically swimming in vomit!"
        DaCosta laughed, he'd discovered for himself when he was a paying
passenger on The Sprite that that particular corner of the ship was slightly
slanted, and when things got rough the results of other
passengers seasickness ended up down in the corner.  Of course, when his
other talents had reached Remy's attention he'd jumped at the chance to
join the crew... especially considering the 'entertainment.'
        "What are you laughing at, native?" growled Fisk, and instantly
DaCosta's demeanor changed.  He shot up, and Fisk suddenly noticed for
the first time that while nothing compared to Carosella, DaCosta was
still a very well muscled man.
        "You got a problem with the color of my skin?" he growled.
        Roberto DaCosta was Brazilian, the son of a rich businessman
whose life had changed when his mutant powers kicked in.  As mutants
were more hated than anything else in Eurasia, he'd had to flee to the
Southern Hemisphere, spending time in Madripoor until he'd saved enough
to book passage on The Sprite.  His time as second mate, working in the
sunny Southern Seas had darkened his already olive complexion.
        "Just try and touch me, mutie," growled Fisk,"I'll have you ki...."
he trailed off as he realized he wasn't able to have a man killed by picking
up a phone anymore or running to Daddy.
        DaCosta's skin suddenly seemed to darken and turn black, absolutely
pitch black.  His hair seemed to be black fire, his eyes white, colorless
orbs.
        "Calm down, Bobby," said Guido, that same easygoing grin crossing
his face,"Fisk, you don't like working in the Engine Room?"
        Fisk was staring at DaCosta in apprehension, he turned back to
Guido and looked confused.
        "What?"
        "You don't like working in the Engine Room?" repeated Guido.
        "No, of course not."
        "Good," said Guido,"Grab that bucket and mop over there, go back
down to the economy quarters and clean up the floors there, be especially
thorough in DaCosta Corner."
        Fisk's face burned red in outrage, but one more look at Bobby's
burning black body and Guido's huge muscles made him think better of it.
	
	-	

	Kitty Pryde moaned happily as she felt Remy's hand run over her
ass.
        "Now Captain LeBeau," she whispered sarcastically,"Don't you have
a ship to run?"
        "I hereby resign my position," he said with a light chuckle into
her ear.  He slid his hand up under her tight green shirt and cupped
one of her beautiful, plump breasts in his calloused yet
graceful hand,"At least for the next ten or fifteen minutes!"
        She laughed.
        "What happened to those all night lovemaking sessions we used
to have?"
        "I got you now," he laughed,"Don' need to do dat kind of t'ing
no more."
        She giggled.
        "You really know how to flatter a girl, LeBeau."
        She moaned in pleasure as Remy moved his hand from under her ass
and up to her front, sliding his hand under the thin cotton material
of her panties and stroking her pussy.
        He pulled both hands away after fingering her wet snatch and rubbing
her erect clitoris.  Sliding his belt off he slid his khaki shorts down
around his ankles.
        "Foreplay," giggled Kitty, rolling her eyes,"It get's better
everytime."
        She slid her delicate, graceful hands down the sides of her breasts,
over her slim, flat waist and grabbed her panties, pulling them down
over her beautiful asscheeks, bringing her knees up to pull the now damp
material off her feet.
        She stared with undisguised hunger at his long, thick cock.  As
tanned as the rest of him she had had to have it the moment she'd first
accidentally seen it, walking into the makeshift shower in the Mansion
back in Westchester.  As always she felt a brief flash of guilt, she'd
actively gone after Gambit in spite of the fact that Rogue was having
his child.  However he'd been eager enough to get into her pants, and
after Creed had caught him fucking her doggystyle in the old, rundown
boathouse by the lake they'd been forced out of the sanctuary.  Rogue
had told Gambit that if she ever saw him again she'd kill him, and Creed,
whom Kitty suspected had a crush on Rogue, had backed up that threat.
        Her nipples tingled with sensation as Remy lightly flicked at
them with his tongue.  She hissed in anticipation as she felt the tip of
the Cajun's cock press in-between her tight cuntlips.  The hiss became a
moan as he shoved forward, stuffing the full length of his cock once more
into her tight, young pussy.
        "So good!" she moaned as he eagerly sucked on her nipples, sliding
his thick cock in and out of her cunt.  Looking back she had no regrets,
she loved her life on the seas with him, they had great friends in the
crew, Remy called them his X-Ternals, based on an old mutant legend about
Immortals.  Remy claimed they were crew and friends forever, so they were
X-Ternals.
        - He told Rogue he'd love her forever, - the darker part of her
subconscious chipped in, but she ignored it.  Concentrating instead on
the intense pleasure derived from the hard fucking he was giving her.
        Having pulled back from her tits, allowing her tight shirt
to fall back over her plump titties, she could see that Remy's face was
contorted in pleasure, he was cursing low under his breath with his every
stroke into her clasping cunt.  His way of letting his pleasure be known.
        "Fuck... shit.... yes... tight bitch..... fucking tight....,"
he growled as he thrust into her tight little cunt, moaning excitedly.
        As he fucked her pussy faster and faster, Kitty began to arch
her hips up to meet his every thrust, grinding her cunt against his
pelvis, wanting his as deep inside her as possible.
        "Yes.... yes.... fuck me!" she cried out in a high-pitched squeal
of desire, not caring if the crew or passengers heard her.  The Crew
was well aware of the intense desire that Remy and she had for each other,
and as for the Passengers... well they had their Entertainment every three
days.
        "OHHHH, yesss Remy!!"  she cried out, her body quivering with an
orgasm faster than she had expected.  Her already incredibly tight cunt
clamped down eagerly around his big dick.  The Cajun grunted in pleasure
and began to speed up his thrusts, pounding his cock faster and faster,
harder and harder, deeper and deeper into her eager, clasping pussy, which
was letting out a steady stream of juices, somehow escaping from the
almost airtight fit of his cock in her cunt.
        He lay forward, his muscular chest flattening her plump breasts
down, not an unpleasant situation.  He fucked his lover harder and harder,
loving the tight feel of her cunt around his cock, her tits squashed
against his chest, the intense look of pleasure in her face as she gave in
to the pleasure and let it take over her mind and body.
        He could feel the cum boiling up from within his ballsacks, ready
to shoot deep into her pussy yet again, shoot string after string of his
cum deep into her gushing slit.
        "Kitty... oh shit Kitty this is it! I'm going to cum!"
        "Do it!" she moaned,"Fuck me!" she squealed,"Cum in me Remy, cum
into me!"
        Remy growled in excitement, leaning back so he could stare over
her.  Then he arched his back and slammed his hips forward, burying
every last inch of his cock as deep into her eager, clasping cunthole as
he possibly could and blasting away, shooting again and again into her, his
cum blasting into her pussy.
        He held in place for a few seconds, his arms quivering
in post-orgasmic release, then they gave way and he fell forward onto her,
her tits squashed once again against his chest.  He leaned forward and he
and Kitty kissed passionately.  He rolled off of her finally and lay on
the bunk next to her, both of them breathing heavily, trying to catch their
breath.
        "I already feel empty," Kitty grinned, sliding her fingers into
her soaking pussy,"I want your cock in me again."
        "Now I know why de olden day sailors no bring women with them,"
Remy said with a grin,"Who got de stamina?!"

        -

        Late during the first night of the trip, while Richard Fisk
tried unsuccessfully to sleep in the bottom hammock, avoiding the vomit
from the seasick passengers in the three hammocks above him, The Sprite
sailed serenely along through the calm seas.
        Remy LeBeau, once known as Gambit, now known as Captain LeBeau,
stood at the wheel, giving some unnecessary instructions to the Tongan
helmsman.
        He stretched and yawned, a huge grin breaking his face.  He always
felt reborn and more alive at the beginning of a journey, he wondered how
he could have lived regularly on dry land for so long before discovering
the joys of sailing.
        "Speaking of joys," he said with a grin, looking back to the cabin
where Kitty had already retired for the night.  She was the Navigator, and
her job was fairly easy on a trip like this, one they had taken many times
over the last two and a half years.
        He was heading for the cabin when a hand blacker than the night
grabbed his shoulder.  He turned to look at Roberto DaCosta.
        "?"
        DaCosta motioned for silence, Remy nodded and silently followed
his Second Mate to where Guido stood, a dark, hulking shadow in the night.
        Remy threw his First Mate a questioning look.
        Guido put his finger to his lips, then handed an old style lamp
to DaCosta.  He motioned to Remy and pointed down at the cargohold, which
was locked and would remain locked till they reached their next stopover.
        Remy shrugged, not knowing what Guido wanted.
        Without warning Guido reached down, grabbed the huge lock and
ripped it away, pulling the large hatch open with one of his giant hands.
        At the same time Bobby used his solar powers to light the lamp,
shining light down into the cargohold.
        "Well well, dis is certainly unexpected," said Remy, looking down
at three stowaways he knew hadn't been there when they had left Tonga.
        And Captain America, The Invisible Woman and The Thing looked
up at him, seemingly equally confused.

        --------------------
        The Amazing X-Men 5.
        --------------------

        "X-Men or not, it makes no difference," laughed Holocaust,"Because
now you're nothing but meat!"
        "EYES!" roared Storm, instantly Iceman created a giant sheath of
ice between them and Holocaust.  Before the 'son' of Apocalypse could
laugh or bark out harsh words of contempt at the admittedly
futile blockade, Storm smashed down lightning behind the icesheath,
designed only to protect Rogue's team from the worst of the blinding
light.
        Holocaust roared in anger, temporarily blinded by the lightning,
he fired life-draining energy from the huge cannon that sat in place of
a left arm on his life support armor, smashing the ice sheath.
        His eyes quickly recovered from the blindness, as did those of
one of the Pale Riders he'd brought with him.  The rest remained blinded
for the time being.
        "THEY'VE GONE!" screamed Holocaust, seeing that Rogue and all her
refugee associates had disappeared,"FIND THEM!"
        "Why bother," muttered The Pale Rider next to him, the only one
who could see clearly,"They'll die eventually anyway, everyone dies," he
sighed,"Everything dies."
        "YOU'LL DIE!" screamed Holocaust,"IF YOU DON'T GET OUT THERE!"
        "Whatever," he muttered, turning about and pushing past the
Infinites who were slowly recovering their site,"Half of you with me,
they'll split up to try and thin out our ranks, it's a futile attempt
to hold off the inevitable death that awaits us all."
        Holocaust growled low in his throat, he hated the bored
indifference and lack of respect that was always in Dead Man Wade's
voice, but he couldn't deny the fact that despite his talk of death, there
were not many more fit to survive than Wade Wilson.

        -

        Sabretooth took a moment to take Rogue by the shoulders.
        "I.... ahhh hell, you know!"
        Rogue smiled slightly, nodding her head,"Good luck."
        Rogue stared at her alternate counterpart, envying her ability
to even make the simple gesture of touching someone else.  She wondered
what had been different in this world that let her counterpart enjoy
such a simple pleasure denied to her.
        "Morph, Banshee, with me," she said,"You two as well," she said,
pointing at Gambit and Rogue."
        "Mother," grinned Morph, saluting sharply, on his back was a
strap-on pack holding Belladonna, sleeping peacefully.
        "Come on," said Rogue, leading her team away without looking
back.
        Sabretooth watched her heading off, then set his face with an
angry look and turned to face the remaining members, already thinking
of themselves as X-Men.
        "Come on you mooks!" he growled,"Let's go!"
        He began running in the opposite reaction to Rogue, deliberately
leaving tracks for the patrol to follow in the hope they wouldn't track
Rogue instead.
        "Where are we heading?" asked Iceman, who as a benefit of his
mutation could seperate hydrogen and oxygen from the ice sheath around
his body and use it to keep oxygen running through his body.
        "Railway," growled Sabretooth,"I figger we can hitch a ride under
a slaver transport... if we blow it at the right point we can set some
prisoners free and make our escape."
        They ran along, Victor Creed - Sabretooth.  Bobby Drake -Iceman.
Ororo Munroe - Storm.  Nils Styger - Abyss.  Cecilia Reyes - Palisade,
from now on they would think of each other as The X-Men.

        -

        Calvin Rankin was a survivor.
        A beta-class mutant, his father - a human lab scientist working
for Sinister despite his non-mutant status - had experimented on him in
their quarters, pushing his powers up to Alpha Class.
        When the first human culling had come, the Infinite Patrol's
had murdered his father and come for him, thinking he was a beta-class.
        Later that night another Infinite Patrol had come to find out
what had happened to the first, then a third patrol had come along to
discover what had happened to the second.
        Finally they'd sent Factor X in, and they'd nearly been wiped out
by the now powerful young mutant, still grieving for his father.
        After eventually subduing him, Cyclops had reported back to
Sinister that Calvin Rankin was a mimetic mutant, capable of mimicking
the ability of any mutant he came into proximity to.  Sinister had been
extremely interested, and when Rankin came to he'd discovered himself
living in the lap of luxury.
        Sinister had visited him - holographically - periodically, using
his magnificent arts of persuasion to slowly turn him to his cause.  The
fine foods, the luxurious appointments and beautiful human women that
visited him nightly certainly helped.
        Now he sat in the caboose of the Slaver Transport train that
was heading for The Pens in New York.  It was magnificently appointed,
huge beds with silken sheets and the largest, most comfortable pillows.
        He was eating and drinking copious amounts of rich food, throwing
leftovers out that would feed a group of the prisoners for three days.
        There was a knock at the door connecting between the caboose
and Guard's car.
        He wiped wine from his face, swept some chicken away and snorted,
not liking being disturbed during his meal.  He managed to keep his
body fit and trim despite his over-indulgent lifestyle and he cut an
imposing figure with his short beard and shoulder length hair.
        "Enter!" he growled.
        "Sir," said an Infinite stepped in, behind him was a disheveled
human female in the brown rags of a prisoner,"We have the human female
you requested, it was difficult to find her since the humans aren't
allowed names once they're captured."
        "Hmmmph," muttered Calvin,"Go."
        The Infinite hesitated, but he didn't want to question someone
with a reputation like The Mimics.  He turned and left.
        He stood and approached the female, sliding one finger down and
lifting her chin up so he could look into her eyes, eyes that had captivated
him the moment he saw her when he was boarding back in.
        "Who are you?" he asked.
        "Prisoner number 170...."
        "No, no," he said, shaking his head with a surprisingly gentle
smile,"Your name."
        She looked surprised, usually once a human was captured and sent
to the Pens they could forget their names and former lives forever.  Life
expectancy was short, if Dr McCoy - nicknamed The Beast because of his
brutal habits - didn't find any indications of a mutant carrier gene, then
you were most likely to be reduced down to basic genetic material and
mixed with low class mutant genes to form the Infinites, which lived
only a year.
        "My name, my name is Valerie, Valerie Cooper."
        He smiled, stroking a blond lock of hair away that had fallen
in front of her face.
        "You know Valerie, I have a secret."
        "Yes?" she asked, still confused, unsure how to act around a
mutant who lived in such obvious opulence despite the terrible mistreatment
of human prisoners.
        "I used to be a Beta Class mutant," he said,"If things had turned
out different, if it hadn't been for my Father - a human - I might have
been on this train in one of your boxcars."
        Her eyes widened at this unexpected revelation.
        "Valerie," he said, lowering his voice, she was taken aback by the
kindness in his voice,"Have you heard of Avalon?"
        Her eyes widened, inside her mind she felt an emotion she had
thought lost forever struggle for freedom - hope.
        "I'm a secret member of The Mutant Underground," he said,"But
unfortunately I can only get a handful of people out with each trip...
it's your turn Valerie, there's room for one more on the transport we'll
be rendevousing with and I think you should be on it."
        "Oh my... I...." she was speechless, she'd resigned herself to her
fate.  As a human in a country run by Apocalypse, she'd done whatever she
could to survive.  She was tall, attractive and intelligent.  In an equal
world she was sure she would have been involved in the Government, she
had dreamed of following in the footsteps of other great politicians like
John F Kennedy and the legendary Gerald Ford, the man who'd brilliantly
outwitted Fidel Castro and enabled America to take over Cuba.  Of course
despite his brilliance he'd been no match for the ruthless, unstoppable
Apocalypse.  Finally she cried out,"Thank you so much, I wish I could
find a way to repay you."
        "You happiness is enough," he said, he paused, and she missed
the sly glance he shot at her,"Although sometimes I get so lonely, having
to pretend to be this evil, uncaring bastard, hated by humans and mutants
alike... I miss companionship."
        She looked up at him and smiled lightly, she wanted to help this
man who was helping her.  Besides, she done this particular thing enough
times in the past for food and shelter, she certainly didn't mind doing
it to thank this beautiful man for his friendship.
        "Let me help you," she said, reaching up and stroking his bearded
cheek with one smooth, white hand.
        "Valerie?" he asked,"I'm not sure I understand...."
        She grinned at him, and her other hand slid down to his crotch,
cupping it through the white boxers he was wearing under his open, silken
robe.
        Calvin pretended shock as she lowered herself to her knees and
slid his boxers down his thighs, his steadily stiffening cock popping
free, the knob of his cock only a few inches from her mouth.
        He said nothing as the tall blonde stared at his long fuckpole,
it was also extremely thick and he was looking forward to cramming it into
her mouth.

	-

	Valerie took Calvin's cock into her slender, delicate hands and
leaned forward, kissing the head with her moist wet lips.  Mimic sighed
as he watched her lips part to take the head of his cock into her mouth,
her lips had to strain to get it in her mouth.
        "That's good," he moaned,"Oh Valerie, so good."
        He reached down and grabbed a handfull of her blond hair, pulling
her closer to take in some more of his dick.  She could feel the strain
around her lips but she didn't pull away and complain, it would have
felt wrong to do so to the man getting her to Avalon.
        To give her lips time to loosen up, she pulled back slightly
and began to lick the ridges of Calvin's cockhead, sending a shiver of
pleasure throughout his body.  She slid her warm, wet tongue around and
around his cocktip with her tongue, then slid it along the underside of
the first quarter of his cock.  She also reached up with the hand that had
been holding onto his hip and began to lightly play with his balls, tickling
and fiddling with them.
        He moaned in ecstasy, loving the feel of her warm wetness surrounding
his member, he couldn't believe how good it felt.  The human female was
sucking on his cock, not because he had forced her to but because she
want to, which made it all the more pleasurable.
        Her hand pulled away from his testicles and wrapped around the
base of his shaft.  She began to pump her hand up and down the first five
inches of his cock while she sucked on the other three and a half inches.
        Her lips were like a loose cunt, warm and wet around his thick
dick.  He could feel his cum charging up from his balls, ready to burst
into her mouth.  It was an incredibly erotic sight seeing this human
woman sucking on his cock, having her tongue flick around the inside of
her mouth, running around the rim of his cockhead, caressing his hard,
thick cockmeat.  Her hand gripping his cock was actually preventing
him from cumming, not that he minded, having his cock in this beautiful
woman's mouth was such a magnificent feeling he didn't want it to ever
end.