Age Of Onslaught Part 21/37 ------------------------- Gambit & The Externals 7. ------------------------- "What's that?" asked Sue, staring at the small, black shape in the distance. "Don't know, Susie-Q," said Ben, holding on to the railing and staring out to sea. He'd enjoyed this journey more than he wanted to let on, it reminded him of a brief period when he'd been Blackbeard The Pirate, he'd been happy then. "The Waystation," said a new voice, Susan turned around and found herself facing Jubilee. She was rather taken aback, but not for the reasons that the Thing might have thought. Every night since the third day of the journey she had dreamed about Jubilee, about doing things to her and with her, and she'd had to fight the urge to sneak peeks at the 'entertainment'. "Waystation?" asked Ben. "Yeah, this is our final stop, from here the passengers are taken on to Avalon." "So, you turn back after this?" asked Sue, trying to hide the mixture of disappointment and relief in her voice. "Yeah, but Remy and Kitty usually have a drink or two with The Mariner first." As they got closer and closer to the tower, The Waystation became clearer and clearer. It was basically a small tower sticking out of the water, the only dry object for miles and miles. At the top there was a large hut, large enough to house two or three people comfortably, the roof consisted of sun dried palm leaves, and it looked like there was a mechanism to open the roof up on sunny days to allow the occupant to bathe in the sun's rays. "Pretty good life," observed Jubilee,"But I'd get bored by myself all the time, and The Mariner's mind IS pretty sunbaked." Guido moved away from where Captain America was demonstrating some fighting moves to a fascinated mix of crewmembers and passengers and came to stand next to Susan, Ben and Jubilee. He didn't say a word, just stood watching as the Waystation got closer and closer. "Uh.... shouldn't we stop?" asked Ben. "Patience," grinned Guido,"We've made this trip hundreds of times." The ship was beginning to slow, but The Waystation continued to grow closer and closer. Just as it seemed they must hit, the ship stopped. "Cast out that mooring line!" called LeBeau, who had been overseeing the ship while keeping an eye on Captain America, trying to find a weakness in his moves and getting steadily more irritated when he couldn't find one. Soon The Sprite was secured to The Waystation and crew eagerly rushed up the riggings, calling out for The Mariner joyfully, all had missed the crazy old man. The old man poked his head out from the hut, cackled wildly and waved at the crew, who cheered. He threw down a ropeladder and quickly rushed down it, landing on the deck easily despite his slight frame. "Welcome!" he cried, throwing his arms wide open,"Welcome to The Waystation! Your journey is ended!" But their journey had just begun. - The Mariner lifted his mug, LeBeau and Kitty lifted theirs just as high, grinning happily. "I shall bring down the refreshments to the passengers and the crew," laughed The Mariner,"No one goes to Avalon without a drink of The Mariner's home brew!" LeBeau and Kitty smiled at each other, they were used to The Mariner's strange ways. "Anyway," laughed The Mariner,"The other day a couple came in wearing the most outlandish costu....." He was cut off by a beeping noise. "Stark?" came a voice out of nowhere,"Get the four of us out of here... now!" "SHIT!" cried The Mariner,"Pipeline!" "What's going on?" yelled Remy. "Electro-static pulse!" yelled The Mariner. Suddenly electricity raced through the entire tower, through the mooring lines and onto The Sprite, knocking everybody out. It also wiped out the holo-plasmic disguise surrounding The Waystation and The Mariner. Instead of an old man with a scraggly bed, long white hair and skin tanned an incredibly dark brown there now stood a tall, fairly well built man of about thirty-five years of age. He had jetblack hair and a goatee, he wore only tight, tan leather pants that came down just below the knees. He was in bare feet and his skin was tanned a nice brown, not sunbaked like The Mariner's had been. The Way Station itself remained much the same, except it was now made of an apparently seamless white metal and looked more like a small tower than a large pole with a hut on the top. It was also obvious that the tower continued under the water for quite some distance. "This is certainly a mess," Tony Stark muttered to himself, then hit a button on the wall which lifted the table in the center of the room up, revealing a ladder leading down to an elevator. - Shaw smiled. "I told you I'd get us out of that mess," he laughed. "Don't tell me," moaned Emma,"Stark?" "What's the matter," laughed Selene,"A little worried that he'll remember your puppy love?" "Bitch," growled Emma, not wanting to think about Tony Stark, who'd taken her virginity and been her first love... except he'd only been interested in fucking her, that was it. With a sigh of relief Jason reformed his psionic disguise, so that he was attractive again. "Oh, hello Pipeline," said Shaw, looking up at the young man standing in the huge, rounded chamber with them. The room was entirely transparent, although the walls were incredibly thick (Stark had found a way to bleed them of color, making them transparent) and strong, they could see endless miles of greenish blue water, filled with all manner of fishes. Along walls and throughout the center of the room were hundreds, maybe thousands of sleeper tubes, many filled with people. Their entire bodies were wrapped in a strange black fabric with wires and diodes attached. "Shaw," said Pipeline, bowing,"There may be a problem, a big ship had just docked and the captain and his woman were chatting with the boss." "Stark can deal with it, Emma, check," muttered Shaw, walking towards a wall to stare out at the sea. Emma telepathically scanned upwards, where several hundred meters above them The Sprite rested. "They've all been knocked out," she said,"Stark's on his way down now." This was the secret of Avalon, 'The Mariner' was the only known link to the mythical island, and he always knocked out his passengers and the crews of the ships by use of drugs or electro-static pulse. He would then place them in sleeper-tubes and put the passengers in a virtual reality environment, wiping their memories of being knocked out. He would then wipe the crew's minds and put them back on their ship with false memories of leaving the passengers with The Mariner. Suddenly the passengers would find themselves on boats heading to Avalon, with memories of leaving The Waystation on a new boat. They would then reach Avalon, where the inhabitants would come out to greet them, none of them knowing they were all in a false V.R world. The purpose of this was to allow Stark access to their minds, over a long period of time he could reprogramme them anyway he wanted to. This meant that when it came time, Shaw would have at his disposal an army of humans and mutants to fight for him, or even to act as spies in both Eurasia and America, possibly in Madripoor or Tonga. The large metal colum running down the center of the chamber had been seamless, but now a rectangular shape appeared in it, glowed white and then opened up. "Shaw," said Stark, walking into the chamber. He wasn't saying hello, he wasn't asking a question, he was just stating a fact. He walked past The Inner Circle without any further word, although his eyes did linger over Emma's breasts for a second. He moved to a small computer monitor set in a desk by one row of sleeper tubes and quickly checked through the information being displayed. "Good," he said,"The electro-static pulse didn't disrupt the v.r feeds at all, Pipeline, maintain surveillance on the children." Pipeline nodded, then suddenly became blue electricity, his new energy from hung in the air for a second, then leaped into the monitor. Pipeline's ability was to change himself and anyone he chose to into data streams or radiowaves or electro-magnetic currents and transfer himself and whomsoever he chose to via those circuitry or through data links. "Listen," said Stark,"Before we discuss whatever caused you to interrupt my work like this I'm going to need your help to get all those people down here, as well as the crew... then we'll have to scuttle the damned ship! I can't wipe memories like this, they imprint directly in long term memory and they're a bitch to get out." He walked past Shaw before he had a chance to reply, making it clear that when they were on The Waystation, it was he, not Shaw, who was in charge. Shaw let it slide, for now, but he planned to make it very clear soon that he was the boss now and always would be. - "Hey Cap," said Bobby, standing on the deck of The Sprite next to LeBeau,"I was flying up near the crows nest, I can see a bunch of outrigger canoes coming up from the shore." The man in the crows nest had seen the highest point of the island a few minutes earlier, now they could all see the shore and small black dots that must have been the canoes. As they came closer and closer, they noticed the figure in the lead canoe, taller and wider than even Guido. "Cain Marko," said Captain America, eyes narrowing slightly,"This could be trouble." "You know him?" asked LeBeau. "He's indestructible," said Cap,"And I don't mean he's really, really tough, he IS indestructible." Remy had a grudging respect and admiration for Captain America, so he took the warning seriously. "So he doesn't have any weaknesses?" asked Jubilee,"Why isn't he running the world instead of Apocalypse?" "I mean physically," Cap said, watching Cain carefully,"He is susceptible to psychic attacks when he's not wearing his armor - which he isn't - and he's not particularly smart. The only person I've ever meet who is a match for him physically is The Hulk." "I thought I got a lot of experience," Remy said,"I been all around the world, but I never heard of dis Marko or dis Hulk." The canoes came closer and closer as The Sprite slowed it's forward momentum. Remy wanted to show them that his intentions were honorable, peaceful. Once The Sprite had stopped, the outriggers pulled up to within shouting distance. "Welcome to Avalon!" cried Cain, standing up (much to the consternation of the handful of crew operating the boat, as the ship rocked back and forth as he lifted his massive bulk),"All are welcome here who bring no harm or evil with them." "My name is Remy LeBeau!" cried Remy,"Captain of The Sprite, I've brought passengers....." he stopped, suddenly wondering what the hell he was doing at Avalon. He'd never gone beyond The Waystation, why had he enjoyed The Mariner's hospitality then gone back down onto The Sprite and set sail for Avalon, how did he even know where to go? He'd never been before, The Mariner hadn't told him or even bothered to ask why he was going on, it was all so... They all stood frozen in place, nobody moving. - "Shit," muttered Stark, sitting at the monitor and typing furiously away. "What's the matter?" asked Shaw. "Error," he said,"Didn't think LeBeau would explain why he'd come." "Hmmm," murmured Shaw, just loud enough so everyone could hear,"Do you often make crucial oversights like this?" "Only when you blunder into my plans," returned Stark instantly, in a distracted tone that indicated that not only that he wasn't paying attention to Shaw, but that the man was beneath his notice. Shaw cursed under his breath, bit back another remark which would just look childish to the others. "There," muttered Stark, finishing his work. - "Welcome to Avalon!" cried Cain, standing up (much to the consternation of the handful of crew operating the boat, as the ship rocked back and forth as he lifted his massive bulk),"All are welcome here who bring no harm or evil with them." "My name is Remy LeBeau!" cried Remy,"Captain of The Sprite, I'm sorry to say I bring bad news, but you have my guarantee that I bring no evil!" "Bad news?" asked Cain. "The Mariner died while preparing for our journey," said LeBeau, actually feeling depressed,"He was able to give me directions here, but you'll need a new guardian for The Waystation." Cain bowed his head for a second, then looked up. "I am saddened by this news, but gladdened to see the number of people who have come to find refuge in Avalon," he smiled, and Captain America was surprised to see the radiant bliss emanating from Marko's face. - I made a mistake, - he thought, disappointed in himself, - I made a call on him based on who he was in my Universe, he's had whole other chances in this world and made different decisions. - "You are welcome in Avalon," Cain said,"Follow me." - Pietro stood at the crest of the hill, it wasn't High Point Hill, where Destiny meditated in private still (much to the consternation of Mystique, who wanted to see her old friend) but it was high enough to see the ship coming in. He lifted his hand up in front of his face and stared at it, watching it and the background behind jump and flicker almost imperceptibly, but enough for him to notice. "Pietro," said Wanda, his sister, from behind him,"I enhanced my vision to see the ship's occupants." "Yes?" he asked, hearing her excitement. "Captain America, The Invisible Woman and The Thing are there." "Our or this Universe's?" he asked her, still staring at the boat. "The Invisible Woman is wearing her Fantastic Four costume, I've already asked around and nobody has ever heard of them... I think they're ours." "Thank God," he said,"Or perhaps this Magnus they all pray to." "Pietro!" she cried, sounding shocked. "This is what I always hated about our Father," Pietro muttered darkly,"The Acolytes who followed him worshipped him with religious fervor, nothing he ever did was wrong, it was his way or it was no way." "He was a different man here!" she cried,"A real hero!" "THEN WHERE IS HE!" screamed Pietro, whirling about, his face livid with anger,"WHAT HE DID WAS WORSE! HE GAVE THEM HOPE THEN DISAPPEARED!" he breathed a sigh, calming himself down,"He did what he always does, in any Universe, he made false promises and went away, leaving them behind waiting and praying to him, a false God!" He stormed off past her, when she went to grab his shoulder he disappeared in a huge burst of speed. - "Look," said Captain America, stepping off the gangplank,"Is that Pietro.... I mean our Pietro?" Pietro was suddenly standing in front of Cap, moving up to the Living Legend faster than he could register. "Hello," he said, then beneath his breath,"Avenger." Cap sighed in relief, then they weren't the only ones to come through to this Universe. He also noticed two former X-Men members, Dazzler and Nightcrawler, standing rather close to an X-Men enemy, Mystique. "Wanda is here also," Pietro said, he turned to look at Susan and Ben,"Ms. Richards, Grimm, hello." He began walking Cap down the beach, away from the crowd of passengers and crew mixing with the members of Avalon's welcoming committee, leaving Sue and The Thing behind. "Cold fish, isn't he," noted Ben, then smiled as he watched Bobby dump a shrieking Jubilee into the water,"Come on Susie-Q, let's catch some rays." - "Won't this interfere with the program?" asked Emma. "Stark worries too much," laughed Shaw,"Come on, I've changed some of the stats so our powers are increased tenfold inside the V.R program... it'll be fun!" Emma couldn't help but smile, there were thousands of people in Avalon, and inside she'd have the powers of a demigod. And as Shaw had already explained, after they'd had their fun Stark could wipe the memory and make everything as it had been. Meanwhile, Selene would distract Stark, the best way she knew how. Mastermind chuckled as he picked up his V.R helmet which would place him in the program without giving it total access to his mind... he loved to play with others minds, this was going to be fun. - Stark cursed as he leaned precariously into the wall panel, checking the circuitry for signs of wear. He'd been reading a slight power bleed for the last couple of days and hadn't been able to locate the source. It wasn't this panel, maybe it was I-17, it had given him trouble before and... "Hello, Tony." He shut the panel and turned around, ready to give a cool hello to Emma, but his mouth opened and never shut as he found himself facing The White Queen, totally naked. "Emma?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Tony, we have unfinished business." "Emma, I told you I wasn't interested in a relationship, I wasn't then and I'm not now...." "You don't understand Tony, I've changed too... I don't want a relationship, I want to finish what we started." "What?" "I let you do a lot of things to me, a lot of things with me and even a few things at me," she smiled,"But I never let you do the one thing you wanted most, and it's time for some closure." Stark's eyes went wide,"You mean....?" "Yes," laughed Selene, disguised as The White Queen,"I want you to do my ass." One of Selene's favorite sexual activities was anal sex, however she was also a dominatrix and didn't often get to indulge in an act that was by it's nature a passive, submissive one. In this case it was different, she was manipulating Stark, making him think he was in control, that he was dominant when it was really her in charge. She'd been more than happy to be the distraction in Shaw's little pissing game with Stark to see who was going to be the big boss. She'd prepared herself, rubbing oil into the appropriate places, and so it was that when Stark's cock pressed against her ass, it received little resistance before her ass parted and he was able to press his cock forward into her sphincter. He moaned happily, he'd always regretted not drilling this hot bitches butt, and now his cock was pushing forward against her butthole, fighting to get every inch into her tight little rectum. He had to struggle to just get the head of his cock sitting warm and snug inside of her anus. "Ahhhh yeah!" he cried out,"Tight ass!" Selene's face (or rather, Emma's) was lowered to the floor, sweat running down her face, her mouth and eyes wide open as she breathed heavily, getting used to the feel of his cock inside of her sphincter. The feel of her tight little asshole around his cock was just so incredible and tight that if felt like the two inches he had in her rectum was throbbing and throbbing larger and larger. He grabbed her clear, milky white hips firmly in his hands and began to pull her ass back against his cock as he pushed forward, forcing inch after inch down past the slowly parting walls of her anal passage. He managed to force just over seven inches of his meat down deep into her anus, she moaned and thrust back with him, but he could get no more in without seriously hurting her (which he didn't really care about) or doing some damage to himself (which he didn't want to do). "Come on!" she moaned,"Get it all in me, fuck my tight little ass, I want you to root my butt!" He certainly tried, and he moaned happily as her asshole relented and let another half-inch of his cock become engulfed in her hot, tight little ass. "Ahhh man, I don't want to do this," he moaned, not wanting to pull any of his cock out of her ass at all. But he had to, and so he did. Gripping her hips even tighter than before, he began to slowly pull inch after inch out of her tight, gripping sphincter. His cock didn't want to leave the tight, hot home it had found, and her ass was clamping down so tightly it was as if she didn't want him to pull out either. "Oooh yeah, I love having that cock of yours in my ass, fuck me Tony, fuck my ass!" He pulled back slowly, her ass eventually relenting and letting inch after inch pull out until only the head of his cock was plugging her hot little butthole. Sweat was running down her body, making her ass seem to glisten, the sight of her pink, puckered anus stretched around his shaft of fuckmeat was an incredible turn on, and he could feel his cum ready to blow. Selene moaned happily as Tony shoved back forward, his cock plunging back into her ass, cramming eight inches of his cock deep into her asshole. He began to repeat his thrusts, penetrating her butt again and again, slamming into her still incredibly tight asshole again and again. He pushed his cock in and out, in and out, plunging well over eight inches into her hot pucker. He was fucking her ass, fucking her butt harder and faster, driving her wild as she slammed her ass back, getting as much of his cock as deep into her butthole as she was able as he fucked her tight little rectum, pushing nearly his whole length into her asshole, loving the sensation of having her rectum gripping down tight on his cock. "OH YEAH!" squealed Selene, her entire body locking up into place as she prepared to cum. She threw her head back and began slamming back and forth, her big tits jiggling forward and back in time with his strokes into her asshole. Her eyes became whites only, glowing with powerful energy as her powers kicked into overdrive with her oncoming orgasm, her asshole clamped down hard around his cock and squeezed his meat in a viselike grip. Her anal passage was now even tighter than before, and Tony knew he couldn't hold off with this much friction and pressure on his cock, he had to cum, and cum soon! "AHHHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!" he cried as her cum burst from her cunt, splashing over the clutching, spasming hands pressing against her cuntlips, and out over his thighs. Her asshole tightened even more and that was it, he couldn't take no more. He shot his cum, shooting stream after stream of sperm deep up into the what he thought was the White Queen's butt. He slammed his ass forward, burying every inch into her asshole, grinding against her smooth, white asscheeks. "Ah yeah!" he groaned, fell forward so that his chest was pressed against her back. "That was great," she moaned,"We should have done this earlier." "I know," grinned Tony,"It was fun, Selene." "Yeah," she said,"I....Selene!" She scrambled away from under him, her telepathic disguise falling away,"You knew!" He laughed,"Of course I knew," he looked down at his cock, still covered in sweat and the oil she'd rubbed into her asshole,"I've got this entire installation wired, I heard Shaw's plans, I let him get away with it." "Why?" she asked. "To get him out of the way, I don't want anyone trying to take over MY installation." "But he's only gone into Avalon for a little trip... hasn't he?" "I think our friend Shaw just may have bitten off more than he could chew," laughed Tony.