Age Of Onslaught 
	Part 9/37

        Dead Man Wade stared at the tracks.
        "Sir, shouldn't we keep going?" asked one of The Infinites.
        Without looking, Wade pointed his gun at The Infinite behind him
and fired, killing him.
        "Quiet," he said,"I'm thinking."
        He gazed down the tracks, ignoring the obvious tracks leading
past them over the hill left by Sabretooth's team of X-Men.
        "Someone," he muttered,"Tell me, when was the last Slaver Transport
through here?"
        "It was due fifteen minutes ago sir," said an Infinite after
accessing the date through his notepad.
        "Tracks are decaying through Westchester," Wade muttered,"Much
like everything else in the Universe, trains are running eleven minutes
behind, they make it up on the tracks to Manhattan and keep on schedule."
        "Sir?"
        "Make contact with the transport," he said,"Stop them."

        -

        Valerie's head bobbed up and down over Calvin's cock, her warm
mouth encasing his dick.  She was no longer wanking him, but was gripping
his asscheeks as she pushed her head up and down, taking his thick, hard
member as deep into her mouth as she could.
        He gripped the back of her head, pushing her face forward so her
nose was pressed into his pubic hair.  Holding her there, Calvin began
to make pumping motions with my hips, facefucking the hot blonde human.
        "Take it," he gasped, facefucking her,"Take it Valerie!"
        The incredible feeling of his cock being engulfed in the hot
wetness of her mouth was intensified by the fact that the female
doing the sucking was doing it not only of her own free will, but he
hadn't even had to ask her to do it.  Her tongue ran all over his shaft,
running the tip of her tongue up the underside of his cock, driving him
crazy in ecstasy.
        Valerie sucked on his cock with a vengeance, sending waves of
pleasure throughout his entire body.  She licked, sucked and caressed
his cock with her tongue.  She seemed to be doing everything in her power
to make him cum as she continued to facefuck him, her saliva making his
shaft glisten with saliva.
        Calvin hunched over her face, slamming his cock as deep into
her mouth as he could.  Valerie sucked hard on his cock, prepared for
the cum she knew was on it's way.
        "Ooooh shit yeah!" The Mimic gasped and then his cum was erupting
into her mouth, shooting up from deep within his balls and through his
cock into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed every last drop of it.
        He gripped her head tightly for a little bit longer, he pushed
his cock as far down her throat as he could, thrusting a couple more times
into her mouth before pulling out of the warm wetness of her oral orifice
and falling back onto the large, comfortable bed.
        She wiped her mouth, looking at him hopefully.
        Suddenly the caboose shuddered and lurched forward, making Calvin
slide down the bed and Valerie to fall back on her ass.
        "What?" he grumbled.
        "Is this the rendezvous?" she asked hopefully.
        "What?" he snapped,"Oh that bullshit, Guard!"
        An Infinite stepped into the room.
        "Take the fuckmeat back to her boxcar," he said, staring straight
into Valerie's eyes and loving the look of hurt realization in them,"Then
find out what the fuck made the train stop."

	-

	Sabretooth growled low in his throat, he was clutching the underside
of the boxcar, the other X-Men next to him and also clinging onto the
underside of the carriages in front of him and in back.
        "I was going to suggest we drop off here," he murmured to Palisade,
who was using her mutant ability to create a forcefield underneath her
body, it was almost as straining as clutching onto the underside, but
she wasn't taking any chances,"But we're stopping, why?"
        She shook her head, then went back to concentrating on her force
field.
        "Fan out," cried a familiar voice,"Check under each carriage,
then check inside each one."
        "Shit," growled Sabretooth,"It's Wilson."
        "Who?" asked Cecilia.
        "Wade Wilson, mercenary, he's got an artificial healing factor
derived from Weapon X's, just as powerful as Logan's except he's a total
psychotic, completely mad."
        "What do we do?" she whispered.
        "Kamikaze," he muttered, naming one of several moves he had taught
them despite Rogue's insistence they weren't looking to become a mercenary
group but just wanted to live unmolested,"Pass the word down the line."
        Soon all the X-Men were ready for the move, Sabretooth waited
until The Infinites were near the carriage beneath his, then made the
call and dropped to the ground, rolling out and roaring at his opponents.
        He smashed through the first group of Infinites, hearing cries
of pain as Iceman froze Infinite armor and Storm smashed it with lightning,
Palisade was sending out battering rams formed from her forcefields and
Abyss sucked them into the black hole that was his body.
        The basic point of KamiKaze was to attack hard and fast, scare
the opponent and put them off-balance, then make a break for it.
        Sabretooth broke free, he allowed a grin to cross his face and
then Dead Man Wade - who had been sitting on top of the boxcars waiting
for something like this - shot a hole through his leg.
        He collapsed, a grunt the only sign of the excruciating pain he
was feeling.  Already his healing factor was curing him, and he tried
to get to his feet, this time Wade shot him through the other leg, then
blew away several fingers on one of his hands.
        The other X-Men had stopped, shocked by the abrupt manner in
which Sabretooth - whom they had always thought of as invincible - had
been stopped.
        "The key," yelled Dead Man Wade, leaping from the boxcar and
landing gracefully, shooting again and blowing a giant hole out of Creed's
stomach,"To beating an advanced healing factor, is keeping it working,
that way it's owner is always incapacitated."
        He shot again, meanwhile the other X-Men had been surrounded
by The Infinites, guns shoved straight into their faces, their intention
if they moved clear.
        Wade fired again, Abyss moaned lightly, he hated the sight of
blood and Sabretooth was swimming in it.
        Wade shook his head,"You're dying, but you keep living," he said,
looking at Creed sadly,"Give it up, give in to the dying, decaying nature
of the Universe."
        "Sick....koff! Freak!" grunted Creed and got a shot through the
neck, he gurgled and coughed as his neck already began to heal.
        "Say," muttered an Infinite,"What's she doing?"
        Storm's eyes were closed.
        Iceman smiled lightly.
        Suddenly the boards sealing the prisoner boxcars closed smashed,
they had been made brittle by Iceman who had frozen the water molecule
inside them.  Then Storm had concentrated enough to create a tiny electric
disturbance at the molecular level, breaking the now brittle bonds apart
and letting the doors come open.
        Humans and low class mutants burst out in a mad panic, overriding
the better armed Infinites by sheer force of numbers.  Dead Man Wade paid
no attention to them, continually shooting at Creed, keeping him from
getting to his feet.
        Several humans smashed into him as The X-Men resumed their fight
with The Infinites, trying to get to Creed.  One of them grabbed the
desert hood he was wearing and pulled it off, revealing his face.  They
squealed in terror and took off when they saw the blistered, boiling
mess that was his face.
        "My body is constantly decaying," Wade cried,"The cancer that was
eating me alive was healed by my artificial healing factor, but now I am
always dying just like everything else.  I must bring my message of death
to the world."
        Abyss was drawing closer.
        "No," said Dead Man Wade simply, grabbing a red headed female
who was charging past and pulling her close, putting a gun to
her head,"Come no closer or I kill her."
        Abyss drew up, Wade Wilson felt a sense of satisfaction at this,
the human was nothing to him, just another bag of flesh... but to this
mutant she was someone with a life and a mind that just couldn't be cast
aside.
        "Everyone dies," he stated to Abyss, shooting Creed again and
then sliding his gun back to the redhead's temple before Abyss could
react.
        "Let go of me ye mad bastaird!" the redheaded female yelled.
        "Irish are you? how interesting, I'm sure you have a remarkable
life story... not that I care," muttered Wade, he shot Creed again.  Abyss
recoiled back, hating his own fear.  Storm, Iceman and Palisade were
getting through the Infinites quickly, soon they would join Abyss, but
by then it would be too late.
        "My name is Teresa O'Rourke!" she cried,"And my father is..."
        "As dead as everyone," muttered Dead Man Wade,"Everyone in the
world, from the moment they are born, are dying," he sounded bored.
        "Listen," said Abyss,"Don't make me...."
        A gunshot fired and energy lanced through Dead Man Wade's shoulder,
he cried out and released Teresa, who rolled away.
        Wade twisted towards the train where the shot had come from, another
shot smashed into his leg and he collapsed.
        "The key," yelled a man in a red and black costume conversationally,
his face was covered in a mask with small white eyeslits within large,
black patches, he shot again and blew a giant hole out of Dead Man Wade's
stomach,"To beating an advanced healing factor, is keeping it working, that
way it's owner is always incapacitated."
        Wade rolled over and gasped in pain.
        "Who?" he gasped,"Who are you?"
        The red and black figure leaned forward and grabbed his mask, he
lifted it and Wade gasped, squealing in terror when he saw the blistered,
boiling mess that was his attacker's face.
        "Shame you had to mess with Terry," Wade Wilson - Deadpool -
said,"Coz' I hate to ruin such a pretty face."
        Then he blew Wade Wilson's - Dead Man Wade's - head off.

        -

        Back in the caboose, Mimic had been ready to burst out and take
out the mutants responsible for them being behind schedule.  He wasn't
worried about taking on so many alpha-class mutants.  Once he got close
he'd be able to mimic all their powers and take them out.
        But then a large group of humans, somehow freed from their boxcars,
had burst into the caboose, led by an extremely angry Valerie Cooper and
Mimic had realized his one weakness.  When he didn't have any mutant powers
to mimic, he wasn't a very good fighter.

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        Factor X  5.
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        Chicago - Human 'Holding Facility'
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        Terence and Jesse Aaronson, known as The Bedlam Brothers - burst
into the teleportation room.
        "Ahhh shit," muttered Jesse under his breath.
        On the ground in front of them lay Alex Summers, he must have
just teleported back from Heaven.
        His gut was ripped open and life was fast fading from his body.
        "Damn," growled Terence,"It was him, wasn't it?"
        "Yeah," coughed Alex, blood flooding from his mouth,"Weapon X...
that redheaded bitch Jean Grey and....." he began coughing, then he
motioned for Terence to come closer.  The black mutant did so, and his
eyes widened when he heard what Havok said with his last dying breath.
        "What did he say?" asked Jesse.
        "He said... he said, he told me that Scott was with Weapon X and
Grey."

        -

        Mr. Sinister's face didn't change as The Infinites took Alex and
Scott's bodies to McCoy's lab.  Despite what anyone might have been in their
past life, the genetic material was too valuable to leave to decay.
        Sinister could understand that, but Scott and Alex had been
special... they wouldn't end up having their bodies melted together with
human and low-class mutant bodies to make more Infinites.  The ones that
had taken them away had orders to 'lose' them along the way.  Their
bodies would end up in his old lab in Nebraska... where he had once made
a failed attempt to create a 'super-mutant' based on Scott's DNA and that
of Jean Grey's.
        "The records show no indication of holo-plasmic disguises, but
we're still seeing Scott on the monitors," said Northstar, looking over
large groupings of data.
        "Yes brother," said Aurora,"But note that our late leader has his
old visor on and much shorter hair, perhaps a temporal disturbance... The
Beast says there was a large temporal flux recorded in Isreal, maybe this
is another one that brought a younger Summers forward in time."
        "Where did they go?" asked Sinister, cutting off the bored, almost
indifferent ruminations on their two deceased teammates and supposed
friends.
        "It seems we can add computer hacking to Ms. Grey's already
ample repoitoire of skills," said Northstar,"The location trace is being
fedback into itself."
        "Find it," growled Sinister,"I'll be in my lab in Manhattan."
        He stepped into the teleporter and disappeared.
        "Damn," said Aurora,"I was going to ask him when I would take
Scott's place as leader."
        "Silly thing to ask," commented Northstar,"Since I'm obviously
going to be leader."
        "Oh really....

        ....lly, well it's obvious...."
        Henry McCoy sighed and switched off the audio feed to the Chicago
facility.  He was sitting in a hidden part of his lab in Manhattan.
        The mutant known to his terrified captives as The Beast had
been hoping Sinister might let drop some clue as to the origin of this
mysterious other Cyclops.  It had not been so and now Aurora and Northstar
were going to waste time arguing over who would be leader.  It seemed
obvious to The Beast that he was amply suited to being leader, but he
didn't think he'd be chosen based entirely on his lack of field experience,
since despite his increased musculature he spent much of his time in
the lab.
        The Beast's only interest, his only diversion, was his work.  His
life was based on discovering the reason why.  Why this? Why that? Why
does this happen? How does this happen?  His work in Factor X allowed
him access to incredible amounts of magnificent DNA that he could splice,
mix or pull apart just as he pleased.
        But to have total access, with no blocks to his work he had to
gain more authority.  The only way to do that was to raise to the rank
of Horseman, the only person who would block his work or attempt to
prevent his access to DNA was the current Horseman, the brilliant Sinister.
        So The Beast wanted to replace Sinister.
        Although he didn't know Sinister's origins, he did know that he
had been with Apocalypse from the very beginning of the campaign to take
over America.  Despite this, the two seemed to be barely able to tolerate
each other.  Their partnership was more one of convenience than choice.
        "Sinister," said The Beast to one of his captives who was suspended
above a giant vat of the liquid substance used to break down the flesh
of human and mutants to turn them into the base for Apocalypse's
Infinites,"Sinister is obviously interesting in guiding the continual
evolution of homo superior.  However, what he fails to realize is that
evolution isn't what is important, but why evolution occurs is."
        He smiled, showing a huge collection of sharp teeth which seemed
more suited to a lion or tiger than a scientist.  The woman cringed back,
half expecting him to bite her.
        "Why are there mutants?" he said,"Why isn't everyone a mutant?
why are some mutants more powerful than others? Why? WHY? WHY?"
        "Please," moaned the woman,"I just want to live."
        McCoy sighed,"That's the problems with you plebs, you're so
content to live in your own little worlds."
        He smiled warmly at her,"Don't worry dear, you'll serve a good
purpose for a year or so as an Infinite."
        He pushed the button and began to lower her into the vat, ignoring
her screams for mercy in bored indifference.

        -

        "Bad news," said Aurora.
        Sinister said nothing, waiting for an explanation.
        "Ms. Grey hacked her way into the powergrid, patched into the
teleport system, boosted the power in their signal and beamed them to
Canada."
        "I want them back," said Sinister.
        "Sir," she replied,"May I remind you Canada remains a free zone,
much like Los Angeles Island, we have no jurisdiction in there and Alph.."
        "I want them back," Sinister repeated,"Do you want to be leader
or not, Jeanne-Marie?"
        A light smile crossed her face,"If I get them back do I become
leader."
        "If the majority of the team chooses you over your brother, then
yes... providing you get Scott and Jean back."
        "And Weapon X?"
        "Kill him if you have to, if you can get away without him then
do it, he holds no interest to me."
        He cut the vid-link connection.
        Jeanne-Marie Baubier smiled.                

	-	

	Sex was, in The Beast's opinion, a trivial unnecessity, purely
physical gratification that couldn't compare to the mental ecstasy when
a problem was solved.
        He also found it fascinating, gratifying and loved nothing more
than manipulating it to test the emotional and/or physical response it
illicited from his 'partners.'
        In College, where he had been star quarterback and an intellectual
giant far beyond his professors, he had manipulated his position as
B.M.O.C to have sex with women.  He'd convinced them to perform oral
sex on him, to all him to have anal sex, he'd pulled off threesomes,
foursomes and more.  He'd been fascinated by how far he could push women
before they cracked and attempted to push back.
        All that of course, had been before he had experimented on himself
and forced his mutation along.  Now instead of being a basically normal
human with huge hands and feet and expanded musculature he'd grown gray
fur and his teeth had become like fangs.
        Now, unless he wanted to resort to non-consensual sex (in short,
rape) his sexual escapades were limited to voyeuristic activities.  He
sat in his lab now, absent-mindedly typing away a report on deficiencies
in the human genome in comparison to alpha-class mutants while watching
the second monitor to the Chicago Facility where Sam Guthrie and another
Rook, the attractive Rahne Sinclair.
        "So Sam," she giggled, her scottish accent giving her voice a
clear, happy lilt,"I hear ye faced off against Weapon X himself and
lived to tell the tale."
        Sam glanced irritably at her, trying to see if she was making
fun of him, but it seemed that she was quite serious.
        "Well," he said,"Yah know... when mah blast field is up, there
ain't much that can smash it."
        "Wow," she said, coming closer to him,"Really? Tell me more."
        "Well he threatened me with them claws of his, thinks he's real
tough with those pig-stickers but ah just lifted my blast field and he
couldn't do nothing."
        "How did ye get knocked out?" she asked him innocently, he glanced
up at her, again suspecting that he was being made fun off, but she seemed
truly interested.
        "The psi-witch, Grey," he said,"She tried to wipe out mah mind
totally, kill me, but ah resisted and it just knocked me out."
        "Wow," she said, admiration in her eyes.  Sam grinned at her,
the joy and smugness in his face evident to all, to The Beast watching
on his monitors, to the prisoners watching behind the energy screens
and to Rahne Sinclair herself,"You're so brave."
        Her hands slid over his chest and his eyes widened slightly,
taking a closer look at Rahne.  Her dark skin actually seemed to mesh
well with her short red hair.  Her large expressive eyes gave her an
innocent look that seemed to deny the way she was touching him, feeling
him, stroking his chest.  He knew little about her, except she had fled
the Eurasian Mutant Purge and impressed someone in authority enough to rise
to the rank of Rook.  She had a deep-seated contempt for humans which The
Beast suspected arose from the Mutant Purge which had not only forced
her out of Eurasia but resulted in the death of her adopted human mother
when she had tried to protect the young Rahne.
        "Rahne? What are you doing?" he asked.
        "Shhh," she said, leaning forward and lightly kissing his neck.
        His eyes darted about, apart from the human and low-classed mutant
prisoners, seeing no one.
        "Big, brave men like ye turn me on something terrible," she moaned,
pressing her medium sized, plump breasts hard against his chest.
        "Should we be doing this here?" he asked.
        "Why not?" she whispered, reaching down and clasping his crotch
while her large, expressive eyes stared into his.
        "Well... you know, them," he said, groaning lightly as she squeezed
his cock through the material of his black Rook's uniform.  He flicked
his eyes at the prisoners, some of whom were watching them through the
energy screen.
        "They're meat," she whispered,"Ye ken that ye want it, come on,
it'll be fun."
        He hesitated only a moment longer, he'd been in an advanced state
of arousal all day, his opportunities for release consistently turned
away and now here was chance to fuck this hot scottish bitch.
        His hands clumsily grasped at her breasts through her own tight,
form fitting Uniform.  She smiled up at him as her hands slid around his
waist and began kneading his hard, muscular buttocks.
        "Oh yes, Rahne," he whispered,"You know what I want..."
        "Ye want it bad," she whispered, sliding her chin down so it was
bumping against his crotch.
        "Yeah," he moaned.
        "How bad?" she whispered.
        "Real bad," he groaned.
        "What would ye do to feel my mouth around yer cock, Sammy?"
        "Anything," he whispered, staring down at her face, so close to
his cock, all she had to do was pull his pants down and open up,"Ah'd do
anything."
        "Good," she said with a smile, then released his buttocks, stepped
away and stood up.
        "Huh?" he choked, not able to comprehend this unexpected turn of
events.
        "Ye'd not expect me to do anything that ye yerself wouldn't do to
me, would ye?"
        "I don't get it?" he said, shaking his head.
        "Exactly," she said, a vicious little grin on her face,"Ye won't
get it, unless I get it."
        She grabbed her tight black pants and pulled them down, revealing
that she wasn't wearing any panties.  Her red pussy hair was shaven right
down to a tiny little rectangle over her pink pussylips.
        "Huh?" he said, unconsciously repeating himself.
        "Suck my pussy," she said, grinning at him,"And you'll get your
dick sucked anytime you want."
        Comprehension finally dawned, at first he looked disbeleivingly
at her, and then the dull, ignorant rage so familiar to the wives of
humans in Kentucky crossed his face.
        He rushed forward and grabbed her by the shoulders, with her
pants down around her thighs she was unable to leap away and he was able
to slam her back hard against one of the hard metal walls.  The faces
of the human prisoners watched in shock at this strange series of events
they were witness to.
        "Listen to me," he growled at her,"I don't know who you think you
are, coming in here and shaking your ass about, getting me all hot and
bothered and then y......"
        His face was only inches from hers, and he cut off suddenly when
her face unexpectedly ripples, bones visibly shifting under her skin and
stretching.  Fur burst from her skin and her eyes turned a bright, vibrant
red.
        Giant teeth gnashed at his face, he pulled back and felt a hand
that was no longer so gentle and delicate grab his crotch and squeeze hard,
he felt what could only be claws around his cock.
        "Just how fast can ye raise that shield of yers, boyo?" she asked
him, her voice thick and raspy now, guttural.
        "Rahne?" he asked, shocked.  He'd never seen her mutant powers
in action before, he'd always assumed she had some kind of defensive
ability that had kept her alive for so long.
        "Now," she growled at him, her breath hot and fetid against his
face,"Repeat after me, I promise..."
        He hesitated until he felt her hand clamp down a little tighter
around his cock.
        "I promise."
        "To eat out...."
        "To eat out."
        "Rahne's pussy."
        "Rahne's pussy."
        Suddenly her lupine appearance was gone, replaced now by the sweetly
innocent face of the young, dark skinned Scottish girl.  She smiled at him
and stepped back, her uniform had ripped apart when she'd changed, now she
was naked except for small tatters of clothing.
        "Remember Sam, I can get to that dick of yers a lot quicker than
ye can raise yer shield."
        He gulped, then nodded.
        "Come on," she said with a smile,"Use that tongue of
yers, farmboy."
        With surprising strength for her small frame, she began forcing
him down by the shoulders, lowering him towards her crotch.  The Beast
was watching on his monitors and grinned at an irony that Sam was not
imaginative enough to appreciate.
        "How many times have I seen the boy acting in the reverse, forcing
the woman to do what he wants?" he chuckled, delighted at this.  Behind him
the lab's computers were feverishly working away at Sinister's files,
running an ingenious program of The Beast's designs,
attempting to surreptitiously gain access to The Horseman's files.
        Meanwhile, Sam's lips closed over Rahne's gaping slit, drawing
the flesh of her tight, tender young pussy into his mouth.  His eyes stared
up at her in a mixture of fear and desire to please.  Slipping both hands
under her firm, tight little asscheeks to get a grip, he was surprised
when the Scottish beauty slammed her cunt hard up against his jaw.  He
instinctively opened his mouth wider and his tongue slipped between the
lips of her pussy and stabbed into her tight cunthole.  Sam heard Rahne
let out a low moan of pleasure.
        "That's the stuff, Sam," she moaned, her hands now running though
his short blond hair.,"Use that tongue of yours, eat me out, suck on my
pussy."