Age Of Onslaught Part 29/37 - The limb broke away with a grinding, tearing noise. He gnawed at it for a few seconds, but there was no flesh on it. He growled and threw it aside, then took out his anger on the corpse with hard, vicious slashes of his powerful arms. He cracked the armor easily, smashed the face into an unrecognizable powdery mush. Loping easily on all fours over to the other body he sniffed at it, then grunted and turned his nose up. It wasn't good enough for him, only fun for playing with. He slashed that one up too. He'd been re-awoken after a long, enforced hibernation. For so long his natural desires and needs had been forced down all for the sake of unrequited love. "Enough is enough," growled Sabretooth, squatting between the corpses of Holocaust and Damask,"I do what I want." He looked over the hill, towards where he knew the city of New York lay, far in the distance. "If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere," he said, barking out rough, harsh laughter. He began loping back towards the railway tracks. - "Go if you want," muttered Iceman,"I'm not." "Come, Bobby," said Ororo reproachfully,"I have decided to go along, we will need you." "To what? Die with you?" "You can thank Terry for saving your life anytime now," Deadpool said. "My... our people are outside," said Robbie,"They are ready and willing to fight Apocalypse.... and none of them have powers like yours, most have no powers at all." "More fools them, then," replied Iceman. "Stubborn," growled Ororo,"You'll move from your position no faster than a glacier would its." "Which is why a glacier lasts so long." "Forget it," muttered Wade,"Now that we got Terry to make up the numbers we don't need him." "We need him," said Palisade, not looking at any of them, no one had noticed yet that she hadn't blinked since the conversation started. "Am I the only one with any sense?" cried Iceman in disbelief, throwing up his arms,"You're talking about going after Apocalypse! You realize why he rules the States?" "We don't have time for this," Palisade muttered to herself,"Now behold my mighty hand." "What?" snapped Iceman. Then they were gone from the room, all of them, as if they had never been there. - Jesse's eyes fluttered open, he tried to move and couldn't. "I can't move," he gasped,"Terence? Terence I can't fucking move!" "Poor baby," hissed a voice. He lifted his eyes to the side, they widened when he saw Karen Page standing next to him, holding a laser rifle in her hand. "How does it feel?" she asked him,"How does it feel to be at the mercy of someone more powerful than you? Someone who really doesn't care if you live or die." "Stupid bitch," he laughed,"Even if I can't move I can use my mutant power to stop your gun from working!" He did just that. Karen smiled. "Guess what, genius, I don't need the gun to be working to kill you." She reversed the gun and slammed the barrel into his face, hard. - "Anybody care to tell me where we are?" asked Deadpool. "Where you wanted to be," said Palisade with a smile,"This is the citadel of the former ruler of this world." "I Like that whole emphasis on former," said Iceman,"What's up with you Palisade? You're acting different." "Whatever are you talking about?" Palisade responded sweetly. "Is this the citadel of Apocalypse?" asked Robbie, looking about and trying to hide his fear. "Victor once told me about the layout of the lower chambers, he said that was where the original Madrox could be found," said Ororo,"This place looks similar to his discription." "Congratulations," said many voices at the same time, all of them the same voice. "Oh shit," said Nils,"We could sure use Robbie's army now." "We will deal with them next," said the collective voice of their enemies,"After we have dispensed with you." The chamber they were in was huge, with one high, flickering lamplight in the center of the chamber which illuminated only a small circle of light. They stood in this light, everything else was darkness. Myteriously, without explanation, the light grew brighter, steadily increasing the circle they stood in. A large, winding staircase wound around the chamber to a second level of deep, black alcoves. From within each of these alcoves stepped one, than a second and than many hooded figures, each of them the identical height and weight. "In the name of Apocalypse..." started one single voice. ".... blessed be his name," moaned the others as one. ".....you will die," finished the single voice. And then the Madri attacked. ----------- Factor X 8. ----------- Aurora moved quickly into her chambers, grabbing whatever she could. She didn't care about Sinister's plans to defeat this Xavier, she no longer cared about leading Factor X. She just wanted to get the hell out of there before she became the next to die. Cyclops - dead. Havok - dead. The Beast - since the teleport screen around the facility was down, she could only guess that he was dead too. The Bedlam Brothers - just found dead in Heaven. Only she and Northstar survived from Factor X, her brother was likely safe because even now he was under armed guard in Madripoor. Which left her. She had no intention of becoming the next victim of this apparent curse, she was going to pack her bag and get the hell out of there. If she could get in contact with Northstar that was all well and good, but she'd existed without her brother before, she could do it again. She turned about and despite herself, jumped and screamed out. "Ahhhh, my dear, did I frighten you?" asked Dr Henry McCoy, his body hunched over as if he was in pain. His body was swollen disproportionately, even more so than usual, his eyes were glittering with something, glee? madness? Both? One arm hung uselessly at his side, swinging sickeningly. "Beas.... Henry," she whispered,"What are you doing in here?" "I believe," he chuckled,"That what you meant to say, my dear sweet girl, is what are you doing alive?" "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, backing up a step or two. "Oh don't lie to me," he muttered, waving an arm about as if to wave her untruth away, he lifted his head and sniffed deeply,"I can smell Sinister on you, my darling, it's a distinctive, slightly repelling odor I must admit." "Henry," she said, forcing a smile,"Shouldn't you be in your lab?" "I'm afraid the time for labs is through," he said with a sad shake of his head,"My brilliant career has been cut short... you see, my darling Jeanne Marie, Sinister was right, I am dead." "Henry," she said with a laugh, acting as natural as possible,"You're not dead!" "As good as," he said with a self-pitying smile,"You see, that miserable miscreant - Dead Man Wade - threw me into the holding pen with the foul, flesh absorbing monstrosity known as Sugarman," his body quivered in revulsion, the grey fur - matted with sweat - did not move, but the repulsive spikes coming out of his back and swollen shoulders did,"Said Sugarman then ripped my arm out of my socket and injected me with it's venom, which is slow-acting, extremely painful and totally, utterly incurable," he coughed,"Fortunately for me, Sugarman in it's eager anticipation of torturing me moved back to far and fell into the energy screen running about the Holding Pen. Instead of jumping away as even the most pathetic flatscan knows how to do, it tried to push it's way through to escape the pain... the energy screen eventually blew, but not before Sugarman did I'm pleased to say," he started to laugh, it became a cough. "So... so what are you going to do, Doc?" she asked. "I have no legacy," he wheezed, fighting off a coughing attack,"With my death ends the McCoy's.... and to that I SAY THEE NAY!" He leaped forward so quickly she couldn't react, even with only one good arm he easily knocked her against her bunk and down onto the bed. Before she could react he plunged something into her neck. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, McCOY?!?!" she screamed. She concentrated on using her mutant ability, of launching into flight and knocking the dying mutant butcher through the air... and nothing happened. "That is a drug of my concoction," chuckled McCoy,"Sinister wanted something to put into the water supply of a city that would negate their powers.... it would come in handy if a city rebelled against our High Lord's benevolent rule, ha!" "What..... what are you going to do to me?" she asked fearfully. A smile crossed McCoy's face,"Come now, Jeanne Marie, I should think that would be obvious!" He ripped her uniform top away. - Sinister looked over the data with a critical eye, he sighed, in a way it was a pity to have had to kill The Beast, his had been a magnificent intellect. The temporal fluxes in Isreal were the key to this whole thing, he knew that, they had originally appeared around Xavier, Xavier had been a powerful psi, a powerful psi had defeated Apocalypse and claimed to be Magnus... or at least taken a similar appearance. For them to not be related was just too much of a coincidence. Sinister didn't believe in coincidence. He went over the old satellite recon photos from before they'd nuked Isreal, looking over the site of the temporal fluxes for anything peculiar, anything he could use. The photo's were useless, showing nothing but sand, sand and more sand.... "Except," he said, casting a critical eye at some of the collected data. In the same area, regularly appearing in each satellite feed, were readings indicating static tachyon particles. That was theoretically impossible, tachyons were in a constant state of temporal movement, forever moving backwards through time. For there to be static tachyon particles would indicate some sort of temporal stabilizer, meant to hold something or someone from another point in the timeflow in place at another point in the timeflow. "Timetravel," he whispered. Standing up he made his way briskly down towards his personal lab where the 'equipment' he needed would be. - "NO!" screamed Aurora,"Please McCoy! Don't!" The completely mad scientist just laughed as he flipped her over easily with his one arm so that she was pressed face down into the bed. Swinging his dead arm, he managed to drop the massive, dead weight onto her back while the other hand whipped out and slapped her firm, pert rear. "McCoy, get me to your lab and I'll help you make a cure!" she "Whomever you are, I'm Batgirl and I'm an officer of cried in desperation. The time for talk thought McCoy in what was his left of his mind, his giant, grey furred hand gripped tightly to her buttocks, then began to knead and massage her hot asscheeks eagerly... finally his self-imposed abstention was over. If he was going to die, then he was going to go out happy. She twisted about underneath the dead meat of his arm, bucking her hips, her butt soared up, then around from side to side as she tried to shake her would-be rapist off. It was in vain, he was incredibly strong and had nothing to lose, and he had negated her mutant power. The Beast paid no attentions to her struggles, sliding over her bare buttcheeks, down her sweating thighs, around the front of her legs and back around again to her ass, feeling her up with the enthusiasm of a young boy on his first date. With that same eagerness he leaned forward, his matted, sweaty fur hot and tickling against her asscheeks as he kissed her buttocks with a rough tenderness. His head was enough to hold her lower body down, and he slid his good arm down under her legs and past the torn folds of her costume. His large fingers pressed against her hot cunt, which - unfortunately for her - was still well lubricated after her fuck with The Bedlam Brothers. She yelped and squirmed about, crying out for help that she knew wasn't coming. "At last!" cried The Beast, his voice muffled by her butt, and tore away his strange metallic/cloth pants. His huge, fur lined cock sprang up, pointing right at her bucking, jerking ass. Aurora sensed something was going on when she heard the tearing noise of the fabric. She desperately wriggled about beneath him, trying to get away but to no avail. The Beast grabbed her hips, holding them as steady as he could, and then pressed his hips forward. "NOOO!!!" screamed Aurora as she felt the rounded head of his furry penis touch her bare, pink pussylips. Her hips jerked about wildly despite his strong arm, but he compensated by moving his own hips in time, trying to keep his cock at the entrance to her fuckhole. When he was sure he had her, McCoy pushed forward and his giant cock forced it's way inside. "NO! AAAAARRRGHH!!!" Jeanne Marie screamed. His penis was huge and so far he had only about two inches in. Her cunt was able to take it, it was still a little stretched after her threesome, but she knew that if he wanted to get all his meat inside her he just might tear her vaginal lips. Slowly, inexorably, Henry McCoy pressed inch after inch of his cock up her unwilling snatch. She could feel it filling her up entirely, stretching her pussy open wide. He then began to pull out after getting just over five inches in and she felt a moment of wild hope that he'd had his fun and was going to leave. But hope disappeared when, just as it seemed his cock was going to pull free from her cunt, he pushed back in. This time the first five inches went in a little easier, giving him the momentum to spread her lips more and get another couple of inches in. He repeated this several times, each time he thrust in he would make some small fucking motions to get her cunt used to his cock, and then he would pull out and push back in. She lay totally still, she hadn't given up, but her body needed to adjust to having such a big slab of meat crammed up her slit and bucking about would just cause unnecessary pain. She couldn't believe it when she felt the hips of her mad rapist pressing up against her bare rear, had he gotten all of his cock in? She didn't know how big it was but had to guess that it was at least eleven inches long and close to three inches thick. For several minutes, the dying mutant butcher rode his team-mate in sheer ecstasy, slamming in and out of her cunt, feeling her pussy squeeze and stroke his penis as she once again tried to escape the next inevitable stroke. He moaned happily, slamming his hips against her hot ass faster and faster. She knew what was coming next, and even though she knew it was helpless she screamed her denial. "DON'T DO IT, McCOY! PLEASE!" "The McCoy legacy will live on!" he screamed. He pumped his hips back and forth, ignoring her cries of protest, loving the feel of a hot, tight snatch around his cock once again, after so very long. His climax was building and the mutant threw his head back and howled like an animal as he sank every last inch of his shaft deep into her hot, tight cunt. His panting and thrusts were both building exponentially in speed, Aurora renewed her struggles to get away but at most was able to pull forward an inch, an inch he quickly made up for. With a sigh of ecstasy, McCoy pushed his hips into his struggling teammates quivering quim as hard as he could, then discharged his fertile sperm deep into her pussy. Aurora screamed in denial, throwing her head back and forth as she felt his cum coating the walls of her uterus. She'd taken a pill of McCoy's own concoction before her threesome with Jesse and Terence, a pill that killed sperm for two - three hours after being taken. That had been hours ago now, it had surely worn out by now. "HOW COULD YOU!?!" she screamed,"WHY?!?" The Beast paid no attention as he slowly continued pumping slowly into her hot cunt. Then he slapped her butt one more time as he pulled his cock, with a loud slurping noise, from her cunt. "It was necessary," he said, looking a little dazed. He turned to go and staggered a couple of steps before collapsing against the wall. Aurora did not notice, she was curled up in the foetal position and clutching her sore cunt. She did not hear his breathing become harsh and ragged, did not hear his wheezes become high pitched and harsher, did not hear when his breath stopped She just lay in the bed, moaning. - The monitor flickered on. [Urgent incoming message from High Lord Apocalypse,] said the computer. Sinister stopped in his tracks, then slowly turned about to face the large screen. "On screen." The massive face of Apocalypse filled the screen, his blue lips were like a straight line across his face, not betraying any emotion but managing to look stern and harsh anyway. "Sinister," he said, and it was his voice, right down to the last nuance,"I want you in my Stronghold immediately," he said,"I am now ready to deal with our greatest threat." Sinister bowed low, hiding the brief smile that flitted across his mouth. "Your will, my lord," he said. The screen flickered off and Sinister checked the data on the screen, voice match proved 99.9% accurate, as high as the computers could reckon to (they did not round up but gave accurate figures). "Very good, Xavier," said Sinister with the same smile,"Very good indeed." He turned to the major part of his equipment, a captured mutant he kept almost constantly sedated. "Now," he said,"Isreal." Lila Cheney's eyes were dull and glazed, but she nodded and opened up the portal. With a smile, Sinister stepped through. ------------------ Generation Next 8. ------------------ "Fraulein," said Nightcrawler to Blink,"There is nothing wrong with being heroic, but if it means you are going to slow us down I can not allow it." "What?" she asked, she'd been sitting by the fire, keeping warm and occasionally feeding it with the meager supply of firewood they'd been able to find. "You are injured, and badly," he said,"I've seen you trying to hide it, but when you tried to blink out of whatever brought us to this Universe you injured yourself." "It's just a bruise," she said,"It'll be fine." "I have some medical experience," he replied,"Not much, but if you're in constant pain I'm your best bet to get a prognosis from." She hesitated, then swallowed her pride and nodded. He approached her. "Where is the pain?" he asked. Was it his imagination or did her purple-pink skin suddenly flush a darker shade? Was she blushing? "Hear," she said, touching gently just underneath her right breast,"But I'm sure it's just a bruise." "Tell me if this hurts," he said, gently pressing his three fingered hand against the green cloth of her costume. She hissed sharply and he sighed. "I fear it may be a broken rib," he said,"Not life threatening usually, but you can't just leave it while we move across California." "So what do we do?" she asked,"I could blink us to New York in a heartbeat, but this thing seems to have reduced my ability to blink long distances." "I can bandage it up," he said,"I'll tear some cloth off my costume and put it in place. Then you'll just have to take it easy." "Do I... do I have to take my clothes off?" she asked uneasily. He smiled,"Relax Fraulein, think of me not as a lecherous old man but as Doctor Wagner." She smiled back, still a little nervous as she reached behind her neck and undid the knot of the green one piece costume she wore. Kurt really didn't see why she was ashamed to expose her breasts to him when you considered what she wore already. It was backless, the knot around her neck ran down over her breasts (covering everything it needed to unless you were standing at her side, in which case you got to see a good deal of her medium sized, firm purple-pink breasts) and waist. Slit along the sides to give her more freedom of movement, it became like a long loincloth, covering her buttocks and her groin but showing all of her legs. There was a pink garter around her right thigh and during their fight with the Bio-Sentinels he'd seen that she wore pink panties as well (not that he'd been intentionally trying to see up between her thighs, he had just happened to see that was all). The green fabric fell free, falling down over her waist but not any further, she must have it somehow cinched to keep it all falling away if the knot broke in the middle of a fight. It was hard for Kurt to remain totally professional, her medium sized breasts were slightly tilted up and her nipples erect from the chill in the air despite the fire. As his hand lightly pressed against the skin under the upward slope of her breast he felt an insane urge to lean forward and kiss the upper curves of her firm young breasts. - Gott in Himmel, - he thought to himself, - Kurt Wagner, you have become a dirty old man. - Well, he was only a few years older than her, but this was hardly the time or the place. "I'm going to have to press down a little firmly," he warned her,"It may hurt, but it's necessary." She nodded as he pulled his gloves off and began tearing it into strips to make into bandages. Then he leaned forward and pressed his hands against her chest. "Uhhh!" she hissed in pain, but she held in place. "Okay," he said,"Now I want you to put your hand down where mine is and keep the pressure on when I pull it away." She did as she was told and he took his hand away, then began to wrap the makeshift bandage around her shoulder and down between her breasts. He was able to get enough strips from his gloves to apply the right amount of pressure. "Okay," he said,"Very carefully take your hand away as I seal the final bandage." She did and he tied the knot down firmly. Blink winced and he clutched her hand firmly in his, it didn't reduce the pain but it let her know she wasn't alone. He held her hand until the pain reduced slightly, then she opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Are you all right?" he asked. "Yes," she whispered,"Thank you." He smiled, she smiled, they both realized they were still holding hands... and did nothing about it. He became uncomfortable aware that one of her breasts was still exposed, she seemed aware of his awareness. "I mean it," she said,"Thank you." She leaned forward to kiss him, he didn't even have to think, he moved forward to kiss her. "Ah'm not interupting anything, am ah?" said a familiar voice. They jerked apart, releasing each other's hands. "Ah'm assuming," said Rogue, who had appeared seemingly from nowhere,"That the two of you are from my Universe?" "Rogue, is that you?" asked Nightcrawler,"From a world with Xavier?" She smiled warmly. "Yes," she said,"And if you two can tear away from each other for a few seconds, maybe we can get back there." - Rick cursed, reached into his trenchcoat and pulled out a small pistol-like object that looked much like a pricing gun from a supermarket. "Don't try it, human," growled Thunderbird. "You wanna live, mutie?" growled Rick,"Then trust me." He put the gun against the side of Tabitha's neck and pulled the trigger, there was a strange clicking noise and Tabitha pulled away with a start, rubbing her neck. "What was that?" she asked. "I've injected an electronic bug into your bloodstream that'll find your ident-chip and wipe it's locator chip." He moved to John,"Relax now, big man, this won't hurt a big guy like you." He injected it into Thunderbird's arm (he didn't want to look a fool by stretching up to get at his neck) then looked over his shoulder, the bio-sentinel's hadn't arrived yet. "Now get them down to studio one!" he snapped at Clay,"And tell Dani to go with the white squaw bit." Clay began ushering them down the gantry, Tabitha called over her shoulder. "Thank you!" "Save your thanks, baby," muttered Clay,"He's only doing it to save his neck, harboring fugitives is punishable by death." Rick moved to his office and slid behind his desk, pulling out a Sentinel report on current psychological profiles of the populace, this was designed to help him gauge the mood of the population and make the appropriate propaganda. A Bio-Sentinel entered his office, Rick looked up from his report in irritation. "Do you mind?" he said,"I'm busy." [This unit's patrol is sanctioned by Unit 172 to perform a search of these premises....] "I've already handed in the latest films," muttered Rick,"Because the E-Feed was broken, you don't have to look for them here." [Two Alpha Class mutants escaped from their detention center, the ident-chip in the human who assisted them is registered as Clay Quartermain, your assistant.] "Fine," sighed Rick,"Search away, but you've made a glitch somewhere, Clay hasn't been out of the studio more than five, ten minutes tonight." [Begin,] said The Bio-Sentinel, behind it the rest of the patrol began to search the premises.