Author
- Cactus
This
story is a work of fiction. The characters within are registered and
trademarked to Marvel comics and are used without their knowledge or consent.
Rogue
Operation – part 1
Rogue
entered the compound with a soft tread of one used to sneaking through alleys
and abandoned buildings. Despite being part of Xavier’s school for many years,
her wariness and loner instincts had never truly disappeared. It was a small
step to fall back into the habits of past days as a runaway, secretly coming
and going, avoiding curious eyes and the possiblity of run ins with those
thinking a lone girl easy prey. Rogue had never held any fear for herself, but
fear of what she might do to anyone she contacted, no matter their actions or
motivations had bread a stealth ability unmatched by most, save Wolverine and
perhaps Gambit. She had been previously chastised by Xavier for undertaking
solo excursions, but as she was vertually indestructable she saw no real reason
for such concern. Besides, no one ever hassled wolverine for going it alone.
The
darkened room suddenly flared to life as halogen lamps hanging from the ceiling
came on. The warehouse was large, with stacks of crates down one side and high
rows of metal shelves down the other. A central area was clear, presumably to
allow forklifts to move cargo in and out. In the centre of this open area stood
several figures well known to her. The massive form of the Blob blotted out
much of the light. He was over 7 feet tall and almost 4 feet wide. His
corpulent body was nearly indestructable and his strength was nearly a match
for hers. To his left crouched the Toad, a twisted, misshappen man whose
powerful legs could propel him great distances, while his tongue was as stong
and dexterous as another arm, only ten times as long. To Blob’s right stood
Pyro, a cadaverously lean man whose garish red and orange costume contained
powerful flamethrowers to produce the fire he manipulated with ease. Finally,
standing slightly off to the side was Avalanch, a tall muscular man whose
ability to cause the earth to move was one of the most feared among mutantkind.
Rogue knew these men well, for they were the core of the brotherhood of mutants,
a terrorist group to which she had once belonged. But all afinity for these men
was long gone, with dozens of battles behind them, they were the enemy and
nothing more. She strode out, all chance of stealth lost. She did not fear
them, because for all their abilities, she was stronger, faster and almost
totally invulnerable to their attacks. Of all, Blob would prove a minor
problem, and only because his toughness would require several minutes to wear
through. Oddly, though, none seemed particularly cowed by her presence, which
irritated her greatly. She had trounced their sorry buts enough times that they
should have more respect for her. They all wore contemptous smirks that set her
teeth on edge. “Well, look here”, she muttered, “All ah Magneto’s bully boys in
one place. Ah wonder what y’all might be up to”. Blob gave her a leer, complete
with drool. “We’re gonna put you in yer place, girlie, an you’ve had in commin
for a long time now”. Toad chuckled an evil little laugh. “Yeah, we’re gonna
fuck you up real bad!”. Rogue was slightly taken aback by their attitude.
Apparently this had all been an elaborate ruse to draw here here for a fight,
but she couldn’t see the point. Four to one was still bad odds for the
brotherhood. Still, she was just achin to kick some ass. “Fine then you slimy
little sucker, why don’t y’all just come and get some!”. At that, the mutants
began fanning out. She let them make the first move, after all, it would hardly
matter in the end. Avalanch punched a button on a nearby machine panel, and a
metalic whine began behind her. She spun and saw a hydrolic crane swung rapidly
in her direction. She turned back to the brotherhood, her arm held casually out
to stop the crane. It would be no match for her strength. Her surprise was
complete when the crane smashed into her with enough force to hurl her skidding
across the floor. She slammed into some crates and lay stunned. Her barely
conscious mind could make no sense of it. A voice sounded from far away. “You
might be wondering why that hurt so much, bitch”. It was Avalanch, and he
sounded smug. “This warehouse is fitted with mutagenic dampers. In other words
no mutant abilities work within its confines. I cant control the earth, Pyro
cant manipulate fire and blob isnt totally invulnerable here. But you, you lose
everything too. No strength, not flight, no toughness, and no ability to suck
life you fucking leech!. Always so bloody high and mighty, huh. Well without
those powers you are nothing, and we’re gonna show you how fucking helpless you
are!”. Thoughout Avalanch’s tirade, rogue has slowly come to her senses. She
got the jist of it. She was in for a whupping. But she’d been trained by the
X-men, and could fight, powers or no. As Pyro closed in to grab her, she cracked
an elbow into his temple and kicked his feet out from under him. She slipped
athletically between blobs reaching arms, though his legs and rolled to her
feet near avalanch. He threw a clumsy punch that she easily avoided, returning
a couple of quick jabs to the face and then an uppercut to the groin that left
him curled up and gasping. She turned to face Blob again, but was tripped by
something. She rolled to a crouch and felt her ankle still caught. Looking
down, she saw toad’s tongue wrapped tightly around it. “I gueth thom thins
thtill worck, eh” he joked, pulling her toward him with his powerful jaws. She
raised her leg to kick at the slimy member, but a huge flabby hand closed on
her right arm, squeezing painfully tightly. She struck out at blob, but he was
totally unaffected by her flailings. A flash of orange heralded the return of
pyro, who set about kicking her in the stomach and thighs. She had never felt
so helpless and abused before, even prior to gaining her super strength and
toughness. She couldn’t break blob’s grip, or ever toad’s, and while pyro
wasn’t particularly strong for a man, without her invulnerability, she was only
a flesh and blood woman. Finally, pyro seemed to tire, and the kicking slowed
and then stopped. Her arm and leg were released and she curled up into a ball ,
trying to get her breath back. She had never felt so beaten before. Avalanch
came into her field of view, somewhat recovered from her earlier attack. He
smiled a grim smile. “Oh, don’t fade yet, bitch. We’re going to give you a
gift. Something you’ve never had before. You’ve lived your entire adult life
without human contact. Male contact. We’re going to give you more than you’d
ever wanted”. It took a moment for his words to sink in to her pain clouded
mind. “No..”, she gasped. “You wouldn’t…I’ve never…”. She began to struggle as
they lifted her up, but a swift punch to the gut from Avalanch stilled her
momentarily. Blob took both her arms in one meaty hand and simply held her up,
her feet barely scraping the floor. He grabbed the neck of her jumpsuit and
pulled, the fabric tearing easily. All that remained were the tatters on one
arm, and the torn fabric around her boots. Otherwise she was completely bare to
the four men. Pyro let out an appreciative whistle and toad chuckled again.
Goosbumps rose on her flesh and she shivered. Part of her wanted to scream and
cry, but deep down, part of her longed for the contact. The touch, from another
person. From a man. Avalanch touched her lightly on the shoulder, then ran his
hands down her side and leg to her knee. She shivered under his caress. “No
…please”, she whispered, but in her eyes he saw what he was looking for.
Longing, masked by pain, grief and shame. He revelled in the moment of complete
power. He had her, almost wanting this. Now it was time to teach her a lesson.
He placed his hands on her breasts and instantly her nipples were rock hard.
She gasped, and he began to massage those perfect, firm mounds. A slight nod to
Pyro, and the man approached, running his hands across her thighs and buttocks,
lightly, softly. She twitched, but resisted little. When pyro’s hand moved
between her thighs, he felt a slight wetness and warmth. He grinned cruelly,
but a look from Avalanch stopped him. It had been agreed, not yet. He continued his soft caress of her skin,
and her resistance lessened. Avalanch nodded to Blob, who lowered her to standing
level. Her legs buckled, and she slumped further in his grip. Avalanch lifted
her face with one hand and kissed her lightly. She did not resist. She moaned
softly as Pyro continued his work, moving to gently rub between her thights.
Avalanch kissed her again and she returned it reluctantly. How long had she
dreamt of this. Of how it would feel. She buried her guilt and shame and drew
in the sensation she had been denied so long. Avalanch kissed her again and she
returned it fully. Pyro slipped his fingers into her and she wiggled, easing
their passage. Avalanch smiled, and drew her into a whisper. “This is how it
might have been, Rogue, had you stayed with us. It could have been wonderful”,
his words filled her with soft dread and she tried to pull away. “But you
turned against us, and joined our enemies. That has consequences. And you shall
know them fully!”. He stepped back as she began to struggle more violently, her
feet lashing out, striking pyro in the stomach. At avalanche’s gesture, blob
drew her high into the air and slammed her heavilly to the floor. She gasped
and tried to scream as the pain hit her, but his meaty paw caught her around
the neck, and he slammed her again, blasting the breath from her and knocking
her senseless. Her back and head throbbed, and her vision blurred. “Gently you
idiot!”, yelled avalanch, “She’s no tougher that a normal woman now. If you
kill her, we cant use her. I want her to be alive, awake and very much aware
for this”. Roughly she was dragged up, and draped across a crate, her legs
dangling. All the fight had left her, and it took all she had to stay
conscious. Her legs were pulled apart and she felt somebody move between them.
It was Avalanch. As she struggled to push away, Blob’s heavy hands pushed her
shoulders down and held them there. Toad came up one side, pinning her left arm
and painfully gripping her left breast in his free hand. Pyro took up a
position on her right in a similar manner. From between her legs, avalanch
spoke “Now you’ll know why we are to be feared. We will take everything from
you, traitor”. She felt hot pressure on her pussy. “God she’s tight” muttered
avalanch. The preasure eased and something long, hard and warm slid into her.
The sensation was wonderful and dreadful at the same time. Avalanch moved in
and out rapidly, and the pressure began to build once again. It felt like she
was being hammered, deep and hard. As avalanch built up momentum, it became
painful and bruising. She gasped in pain, but it only spurred him on to go
faster and deeper. With one final plunge, he gasped and a hot sensation filled
her. He withdrew, and for a moment she felt empty. She held back tears as
emotion overwhelmed her. She was no longer a virgin. A horrible and amazing
experience all at once. She hated herself for it, but part of her enjoyed it.
She drew in a ragged breath and tried to concentrate on the conversation around
her. The others were ribbing avalanch about the time it took. “She’s so tight I
almost went for the jaws of life!” he joked “You’d’ve done the same”.
“You’ve
just got to know what you’re doing” remarked toad. There were sceptical
comments all round. Rogue was finally beginning to gather her wits again. She
flushed with anger. How dare they joke like school boys after what they just
did to her! What they just took from her! As she began to struggle again,
blob’s grip tightened. Avalanch looked over “Looks like she wants some more
boys”. He pinned both her arms while pyro and Toad took a leg each, speading
them painfully wide and holding them in place. Toad grinned, then his tongue
snaked out. It played lightly across her swolen clitorus and she gasped. He
began to work more rythmically, and it swelled further. Her breath came in
pants as she fought her body for control. Her mind raced. *This cant be
happening! I don’t want it to be good. Its rape. I’m not supposed to enjoy it!*
But she was fighting a losing battle. As toad continued to work, flicking his
tongue into her vagina and lower across her anus, she felt things inside her
tighten. He returned to work on her clit and she felt it building. She panted
and protested but it was no good. Finally it burst forth, and she climaxed,
screaming in pure pleasure. Suddenly, her legs were pressed up painfully across
her chest, doubling her over and exposing her further. She gasped in pain again
as toad bore down, pressing her knees to her ample chest, and stretching her as
far as she’d go. Suddenly he pushed inside her. He was smaller that avalanch,
but she was more aware this time. His hot shaft plunged into her repeatedly,
drawing pained grunts as he bounced her legs into her chest with each thrust.
The pain in her lower back was almost unbearable, far more so than the dull
ache in her vagina. Suddenly she felt a hot sensation in her loins again and
toad groaned, collapsing on top of her. His face was close to hers. She could
smell his rancid breath and see the dreamy look in his eyes. Slowly he climbed
off her and her legs were lowered back down. She almost sobbesd in relief as
the pain in her back eased. She sucked in deep gulps of air and tried to focus.
Pyro was complaining about something, but her fogged mind couldn’t grasp the
words. Suddenly she was lifted and turned onto her stomach, her legs dangling
as she was bent over the crate. Something heavy landed on her back and blasted
the wind from her. Toad leaned forward from his perch atop her and whispered
into her ear. “Stay awake for this, lovely”. Her legs were forced apart again, but held against the crate. One
leg was held by blob, the other by avalanch. She felt Pyro move up behind her
and grip her buttocks, spreading them. She tried to scream but breath would not
come. “Toad, a little lube it you would” came from Pyro in his thick cockney
accent. She felt something strong and wet slide across her exposed anus. She
tried to clench and fight, but the hands held her cheeks apart. Toad’s strong
tongue wormed itsway into her ass despite her attempts to stop it. Then
suddenly it was gone, replaced by a warm pressure against her butt. The pressure
increased to an almost painful level, and she could fell pyro slip slightly
into her. Then suddenly all resistance was gone and he plunged deep within her,
stabbinng painfully. It felt like there was too much of it. Like she’d never be
ablt to hold it all. She grit her teeth and drew in a ragged breath. It was
deeper and more painful than anything else so far. She felt pyro flat against
her ass and knew it had gone as deep as it was going to. It slowly withdrew,
then plunged in again. The stabbing rythym continued, but became dulled with
each thrust. Soon, to her horror, she discovered she enjoyed the sensation.
Pyro began to pump faster, had she gasped in time, half in pain, half in
pleasure. He started making sounds and thrust deeper and deeper, harder and
harder. The senstion was growing inside her again, and she knew that she would
climax soon. She fought panic. She didn’t want to climax, especially while
being ass raped. What wind of whore was she? Suddenly, she felt an almost
scalding sensation within and knew that pyro had come. She cringed at the
relief she felt that she hadn’t come as well. Pyro withdrew and the feeling of
him pulling out almost drove her over the edge. Then he was out. She tried to
struggle, but it was her weakest attempt het. Her strength and will had failed
her. She lay there in a daze and tried to make out the conversation above her.
The words blurred as she fought for consciousness. The ach in her pussy and
anus pulsed in time with the beat of her heart. A deep voice was complaining.
She struggled to think. The only one who hadn’t had her was blob. That thought
immediately brought her into focus. Blob was a huge man. She barely coped with
the intrusion of the others, but a man of blob’s size could do some serious
damage to her. She began to struggle with renewed vigour, but it was to no
avail. She was still held too tightly. Suddenly she realised that the
conversation had ended. The men had reached a conclusion…