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What Has Gone Before (Skip this if you want) : During the story,
Herald Of Armageddon, several members of the European
X-Men Team : eXcalibur were captured by Selene, Black Queen of The Inner
Circle of The Hell-Fire Club, which is a society of extremely rich mutants
who want to lord it up over those they consider their inferiors (which
means pretty much everyone).
The following story explains what happened after their capture,
which was never detailed in Herald Of Armageddon or the stories which
followed it.
eXcalibur : Inner Circle Part 1 of 7.
"What's happening?" the red-head asked, unsure of her surroundings,
unsure even of who she was.
"Welcome back, Rachel," whispered an unfamiliar voice, and as if
the words were the key she'd been searching for, all the memories came
flooding back.
The Hounds, The Sentinels, Franklin, Katherine Pryde, the journey
back in time, The X-Men, Kitty, her mother somehow dead, her father
remarried to a look-alike who became The Goblin Queen and tried to kill
her young half-brother.
She collapsed to her hands and knees, feeling physically exhausted
from the force of the memories return. Her body was dripping with sweat,
her arms were shaking just from the exertion of holding her upper body
up, drool dripped from her open mouth, her red hair hung in lank, sweaty
knots about her face.
"Who? How? What?" she gaped, finding her voice at last.
"Ahhh, it speaks," chuckled the voice, and this time she looked
up. There was no visible source of the voice, and when she cast her
telepathy out she detected no mind.
- An electronic intercom, - she thought grimly, - Smart move
when dealing with a telepath. -
"Wrong," sighed the voice again, sounding tired, and a foot
appeared in her gaze. Looking up, she found herself staring at a tall,
well dressed man of indeterminate age and dancing, gleeful eyes which
scared her. She saw no soul in them, no compassion or human feeling,
just a vast emptiness which he hid behind a wall of powerful emotions.
"Deep, aren't I!" laughed the stranger, hunkering down beside
her,"I didn't realize you had empathic capabilities as well? Or is it
just that you open yourself up so much, you're so trusting, even after all
your time in the future, all your time as a Hound?"
"I don't know what you've done with me," growled Rachel,"But I
swear eXcalibur will...."
"Do nothing, have done nothing in fact," replied the man with a
chuckle, and ruffled her hair affectionately,"Will do nothing, because
as far as they're concerned, you're lost in time."
"Lost in....?"
"Oh don't ask, it's too confusing for me to deal with," laughed
the man, and cupped her chin, lifting her gaze to his own,"I have people
to comprehend that kind of thing for me, I'm only interested in the
results."
His eyes were piercing, seeming to shift colors constantly, and
yet so subtly that you didn't realize it was done until they were changing
to another color.
"Who are you?" she asked him, totally confused, she couldn't
remember anything beyond her time with eXcalibur, everything else was a
total blur.
"Always with that question!" sighed the man, throwing his arms
up in mock exasperation. Rachel's chin, without his support, dropped
back down, her body was so weak at the moment,"What is it with you people
and your need for names!"
"Whoever you are," she growled,"Whatever your sicko plan is, it
won't work!"
"Oh I know," replied the man matter of factly,"I do get beaten
at the end, my opponent makes quite a clever maneuver and out-foxes me,
pissed me off to no end at the time I can assure you."
"What?" she panted, forcing her head up, looking at him through
locks of red hair dangling limply over her eyes,"I don't understand....?"
"You see," chuckled her captor,"This is all happening after the
fact, even though it's all going on right now, it finished a few years
ago now, when my puppet first pumped it all out."
"It's happening now but it already happened?" asked Rachel, trying
to understand. She had some experience with time-travel, and what he
was saying was technically possible she supposed, although it was a....
"Paradox!" laughed the man, cupping her chin again,"And yes, that's
my name, if you insist I have one, I am Paradox."
"What do you want?"
"Oh I'm just here to provide a way for the author to bring you into
the story, you're quite the popular young lady you know."
"Author?"
"It's all a story, Rachel," chuckled Paradox,"Even though it's
all happening now and is real for you, it's all make-believe. That's the
paradox, but remember it, because when times are tough, when you're feeling
low, just remember it's all a story!"
With that enigmatic statement, Paradox stood up and turned around,
then walked away, fading into the darkness.
As the very darkness faded to form outlines of objects in the
room and the walls - made up of thick, stone bricks - appeared, as Rachel
felt the manacles on her wrists and ankles for the first time, as the
wooden door with the sliding peep-hole formed out of the darkness, as all
of this happened, Rachel realized something that for the first time truly
terrified her.
Rachel Summers - chained and manacled in some kind of dungeon
cell - was completely....
.... naked, she was completely naked and somehow it didn't concern
her.
Kathryn 'Kitty' Pryde wasn't sure where she was, what she was
doing there or how she'd even arrived. All she knew was that she felt
warm, comfortable and lazy, like she was wrapped in silken sheets with
the sun shining through the window onto her skin, warming her without
the bite of the chilling, biting winds which usually buffeted Muir Isle,
the large out-cropping of rock which jutted out of the ocean.
She loved this feeling, knowing you didn't have to get up, that
you could be lazy this morning and just veg out in the bed. There were
no early morning combat sessions on Muir Isle, there were no arguing
from down the hall between Wolverine and Cyclops on Muir Isle, nor were
there intrusive mental wake-up calls from Charles Xavier.
On Muir Isle, ever since the Prison Facility had been shut down
and it had become a full-time Research Facility, a sleep-in was a reward
for all the Sentinels, Killer Mutants, Aliens and so-forth which they
had to contend with.
She pulled herself tight against the plush pillow and smiled,
eyes closed, trying to fool her mind into thinking she was still asleep.
No need to get out of bed before it was totally necessary she thought with
a grin.
She felt an arm drape over her waist above the silken sheets and
allowed a small smile to cross her lips. That would be Pete Wisdom, former
Black Air Operative and now her unlikely boyfriend. He was her first
'adult' relationship, based on a strong sexual attraction over her earlier
girlish fantasies of romantic Princes and Princesses.
They lived, they loved, they screwed each other's brains out.
She felt his lips pressing lightly into the crook of her neck, the
tip of his tongue lightly running over her warm skin, making her grin
widen and her body squirm slightly. He knew that she loved that, knew
it made her wet.... and indeed moments later his hand was sliding beneath
the sheets and between her legs, cupping her sex and gently sliding a
finger into the moist heat there.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, as he gently fingered her pussy and lightly
tugged on the lobe of her ear with his mouth.
Early morning sex always made her feel so joyously alive and
refreshed, the pick-me-up most people got from caffeine.
She slid her ass back against his crotch, feeling his hardness
against her back, the heat of his skin against her an incredible turn on
for the 21 year old beauty.
Kitty began to slowly, gently rotate her hips, at first pushing
her crotch up into his hand, allowing the finger to slide deeper inside
of her, to push her clitoris against the palm of his hand. Then she would
slide back, her tight ass pressing against his crotch, making his cock
press into the small of her back.
She continued this for several minutes, getting more and more
excited, moaning softly into her pillow, feeling his mouth and tongue
on her neck and on her ear, his cock against her back, his finger sawing
in and out of her pussy, her tight ass pressing against his crotch, all
of it combining with the luxurious comfort of the bed, the silken sheets,
the sun streaming in over her body.....
"Ahhh!" she grunted with a jerk, biting down onto the pillow
as she felt herself cum, her cunt tightening on the finger fucking it,
flooding it with warm, sticky juices from her orgasming snatch.
Her breathing had grown rapid, more harsher, as she'd built up
to her orgasm. Now, following a long, low scream of pleasure buried in
her pillow so as not to be overheard by the other Team Members, Kitty
pulled her mouth away and panted roughly, her body limp and exhausted
for now - although she knew she'd be feeling relaxed and easy-going within
a few minutes - as she lay against her lover, feeling his heat, his finger
still buried in her pussy, lightly stirring the juices of her hot snatch
about as he lightly rubbed against her back.
A wide grin spread across her face, her eyes still closed, her
body beginning to come back to itself now. She felt so good, so languid,
so sexy, and she knew she'd be a blissful daze for the next hour as
least, whether lying bed or walking around.
She felt him move, his body sliding over hers, straddling her
side momentarily before getting onto the other side of the bed and shifting
himself up to the top of the bed.
Instinctively she knew what was coming and let her lips part
as the head of his cock gently pressed between them. Even with her eyes
closed she knew he was lying on his side, holding his cock in hand as
he fed it into her mouth. She could even see his face, flushed with a
mixture of sexual need and wonder at her beauty, and it made her feel so
hot that her juices once again began to collect in her cunt.
Kitty Pryde let her mouth slacken and open wide, wrapping around
his cock as she slid her body slightly down the bed and lifted her head,
giving him more room for extended penetration.
She suckled on his member, using her warm wet mouth to nurse his
member. She moaned and gently mumbled words of pleasure around the
stiff cock sliding slowly in and out of her hot mouth.
She heard Pete sigh with pleasure, his hands gently cupping the
sides of her head, guiding her mouth back and forth, up and down over his
cock.
Although she couldn't see it herself, the sight of her beautiful
lips stretched around the cock as it stuffed itself in and out of her
mouth was incredibly erotic. She could feel his hands, which felt bigger,
more powerful than usual, holding onto the side of her head, gently
stroking her brunette hair as he whispered words of encouragement, calling
her a good little girl, telling her she was so sexy, so hot, such a
beautiful cock-sucker.
They were words he'd never used with her before, but somehow
she found them exciting, arousing, erotic. If, in her lust-addled stupor,
she noted that the whisper of his voice sounded a little different, she
gave it not a second thought.
She tucked her body up against his, her knees pressing against
her firm breasts, hands sliding up to his hips and anchoring her as she
took his cock again and again.
For several minutes this continued, Kitty Pryde sucking on his
cock, letting him gently fuck in and out of her hot mouth. She could
hear his moans increasing in volume and speed, joined by the speed of his
thrusts in and out of her mouth, his hand gripped her head tighter now
as he fucked her face with greater desperation.
"Ahhhh, Kitty, take it!" he moaned at her,"Swallow my cum you
hot little whore!"
At the word whore Kitty felt herself cum again, her body shocked
by the sudden orgasm, making her mouth clench tightly around his prick,
which in turn pushed him over the edge.
He shoved forward, burying all of his cock into Kitty Pryde's
hot mouth, blasting load after load of cum against the back of her throat.
She swallowed eagerly, overtaken with lust, her thighs jerking
and twitching involuntarily as she clutched onto his buttocks firmly. They
were broader, more muscular than she remembered, but in her pleasure she
thought nothing of it.
He pressed himself into her mouth firmly one more time, then
slowly slid his cock out of her mouth, bumping it off her lower lip and
lightly stroking the side of her face with his hand.
She moaned happily, her lips lightly parting, a very slight
trickle of cum dripping out onto her chin. Her eyes had remained closed
the entire time, she felt so sexy, so lazy, so debauched.
"Oh baby," she moaned,"So good."
"Lovely," agreed the man who had just fucked her mouth, a man
whose voice was not that of her lover's, Pete Wisdom.
"WHA!" she squawked, eyes opening wide as the feeling of lazy
comfort was shockingly replaced by cool air and unyielding stone. Standing
over her, a massive grin on his face, was Donald Pierce, the blond haired
cyborg who had caused so much trouble for her mentor, Wolverine, in the
past.
Her first instinct was to phase, but nothing happened other
than a dull tug in her gut. She sat up, staring wildly around the room
she found herself in. She was sitting on a massive stone block which was
generously layered with a thick blanket of fresh straw, inside a large
room made up of large stone blocks. Some kind of dungeon?
Her eyes widened as she spotted Pete across the other side of
the cell, manacled standing to the wall, his teeth gritted and eyes
furious as he glared at the man who had just fucked his girlfriends
mouth.
"Pete!" she cried, then turned and threw a rough punch in Pierce's
direction. He made no effort to move, and her fist halted itself inches
from his face, unable to finish the blow.
"What?" she gasped, straining to move her arm, which ignored her.
"You've got a hot little mouth, darling," chuckled Pierce, and
slid his hand over her cheek. She shuddered in revulsion but was powerless
to move her body, it felt locked in place,"But I bet it pales in comparison
to this."
With that he reached down and cupped her crotch, sliding a finger
once more inside of her pussy.
"Ya bastard!" snapped Pete, his voice hoarse,"I'll fucking kill
you!"
"Do you like that Kitty?" Pierce asked with a grin,
slowly massaging Shadow-Cat's cunt. Despite herself, despite
the situation, Kitty was shocked to find herself growing aroused, her
nipples growing stiff, her pussy getting wetter. Her eyes closed and she
let out a low groan, unable to believe her body's betrayal.
"Good whore," whispered Pierce into her ear,"But first rule of
show-business is, always leave them wanting more."
With that he pulled his hand away, turned about and stomped to
the wall, where a door appeared as if from magic, opening for him. He
stepped through, the door closed and both it and it's frame instantly
disappeared from view.
Kitty fell to her ass on the straw bed, eyes wide with shock
as she tried to comprehend these amazing turn of events. How had this
happened? The last thing she remembered was....
".... Selene?" asked Amanda Sefton, peering about in confusion
at her surroundings.
"Selene?" she asked herself, trying to remember why she had said
that particular name, as it seemed to have no significance to her that she
could recall.
She was standing in a massive, darkened cathedral, the dim light
filtered through the large stained-glass windows casting a crooked,
other-worldly appearance over the hallowed interior.
She had no clue how she had gotten there, and was struggling
mightily to recall what might have brought her here. Perhaps a spell
gone awry? Was such a thing possible? Some kind of translocation spell
interrupted, creating temporary amnesia and sending her to a random location
perhaps?
A flash of a golden skinned face appeared in her mind's eye for
the briefest of moments, The features almost metallic, a head separated
from it's body, and a sense of foreboding doom as she determinedly cast
a spell to prevent.... who?
"Selene?" she asked again, but the name still brought no memories
back to her. Shaking her head to clear it - red hair spilling about her
shoulders - she began to move her way down the center aisle of the massive
Cathedral, trying to figure out where she was.
There couldn't be many Cathedral's this big in the world she
didn't know about. As a witch she had to be aware of both allies of her
kind and also enemies, and The Church had proved to be both in the past,
which made her uneasy about not knowing her location. Many of the larger
Cathedral's had been built - perhaps unknowingly, perhaps not - on focal
points of the mystical Ley lines which ran the length of the planet.
Arriving at the altar, she dropped to a knee in what appeared to
be genuflection, although the purpose on her mind was far from honoring
The Church's God. She pulled one red glove off of her hand and pressed
the palm against the ground, seeking the mystical energy she was sure
would be there. The Magic would speak to her, telling her not just her
location, but the history of this focal point for as far back as she
wanted to read it. This would tell her not only where she was, but how
she had gotten there, one of many of the advantages of being attuned to
the language of magic.
She cast her mystical senses out to speak to the magic, and
instantly felt feelers wrapped themselves around her arm, her legs, her
neck and deep into her brain.
Her neck muscles strained out as her teeth clenched and she tried
to pull back from the invisible attacker, feeling her mind overwhelmed
by something dark and ancient and completely, irrevocably evil.
Her mind cried out half-formed spells of protection that crumbled
beneath the onslaught of her captor, which pushed past her powerful wards
and seals like they were made of paper.
"Noooooo!" she managed to groan through gritted teeth as she felt
her will slipping, overwhelmed by the over-powering influence she had
unwittingly let in.
To her shock she felt a grin crossing her face, her arms and
legs becoming limp as waves of dark, corrupting pleasure flowed through
her body again and again. She could feel her crotch growing damp and
heard low, sharp moans escaping from her lips as she became increasingly,
bafflingly aroused.
"No.... no.... no!" she moaned between groans of pleasure, her
hand finally released from the ground so it could rove up her body with
the other one. She leaned back on her knees, thrusting her chest out and
sliding her hands over her breasts, feeling her erect nipples through the
clothing, sending shivers of delight throughout her nervous system.
She parted her legs wide and a hand dropped between her legs,
cupping her crotch and squeezing her increasingly sopping cunt through the
material of her pants.
Her head shook back and forth in denial of what was happening to
her, how could this be? What force could be powerful enough to corrupt
this focal point of one of the primal forces of The Universe?
But as her mind, which was increasingly becoming more and more
aroused, ran these thoughts through her body was busy, hands once more
grabbing her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, massaging her large
globes of tit-flesh before gripped the center of the jacket she wore and
tearing it open, exposing her smooth, creamy breasts to sight.
"No no, I don't want this," she moaned in her native German,
rapidly losing the fight with her minds growing arousal.
"Of course you do," replied another, horrifyingly familiar, voice
in the same tongue,"It's what you always wanted, to give yourself over
to the darkness you profess to fight."
As her fingers played with her nipples as her crotch pumped quickly
up and down in a simulation of sex, she watched with growing horror as the
speaker moved around to face her.
"No!" she moaned,"You're not him, you're not....."
"....Nightcrawler?"
Kurt pulled the Cerebro headpiece off his head and turned to face
Meggan and Colossus.
"Well, have you found them?" asked the Russian Mutant nervously.
"Ya, mien friend," replied Nightcrawler,"They are in Switzerland at
the moment."
"Switzerland?" said Meggan in surprise,"How can they have gotten
there so fast, they only disappeared half an hour ago!"
"Perhaps," said Nightcrawler, more to himself than the others, then
his head snapped up as he came to a sudden decision,"But that's where they
are, so let's go get them!"
Peter turned to Meggan and....
....looked her right in the eye.
"But of course I am," mocked the blue furred, tailed, two fingered,
two toed, hunched over form before her. It's eyes glowed red rather than
the faint yellow she was used to, but other than that she was facing an
exact duplicate of Kurt Wagner - Nightcrawler.
"No, you're not!" she moaned, her hands still cupping and massaging
her breasts, tweaking her nipples as her arousal grew. She was constantly
struggling to fight the overwhelming desires welling up in her body, crying
out for sex. The appearance of Nightcrawler had almost pushed her over
the edge as her lustful mind had latched onto the image of a man she had
shared such intimacy with.
Nightcrawler crouched down in front of her and ran his eyes
greedily over her exposed breasts, lightly licking his lips before he
cupped her chin with one white gloved hand, the two fingers on either side
of her cheeks.
"Nooo," she moaned at his touch, more from her own body's reaction
than any revulsion. The moment he made contact with her skin she had felt
her nipples stiffen, her crotch grow wetter.
This was untenable, none of this could be happening! Half an hour
earlier ago she'd been... somewhere else, now she was a captive of her own
body, her mind being overtaken by lust as some dark, twisted version of
her lover mocked and teased her.
"This is what you've always wanted," whispered Nightcrawler into
her ear, the sound of his voice and the feel of his breath against her
skin sending wild shivers of desire throughout her entire body. All around
her the Cathedral had shifted and changed, becoming a dark, twisted mockery
of the previous Holy Surroundings. Now the walls were black stone, the
stained glass windows open crevasses flickering with molten light, the
altar a blood-stained, roughly hewn slab of black marble.
"Wha.... HUH!" she gasped as she felt an orgasm rock her body,
jolting her, causing her hands to clasp tightly onto her firm breasts,"What
do you mean...." she finished with a gasp.
"Your dalliance with witch-craft," he chuckled, dismissing her
years of hard-work and sacrifice as if they were no more than a girl's
passing fancy,"Your relationship with Kurt, it all points to one undeniable
thing."
He stepped away from her and drew himself up to his full height,
tail flicking about playfully. His eyes ran over her naked chest, watching
as she uncontrollably played with her own breasts, grinning ferally with
incisors that seemed more pronounced than ever.
He had been dressed in an unfamiliar black robe, and taking this
by the collar he pulled and before her startled eyes, and to her aroused,
yearning body's delight, it fell away to reveal his nude body, exact to
the last hair in appearance to Kurt Wagner's.
"You don't want to conquer darkness," he whispered to her, as she
felt her hands slide between her legs and cup her groin, pumping her fingers
as deep into her pussy as she was able to through the material,"You want
to be conquered by it, to battle it, be bested, and give yourself over to
your basest emotions."
"No," she groaned weakly, even as she felt a secret thrill rush
throughout her spine and another orgasm pour through her body,"No it's not
true...."
"You want to be Evil's Fuck-Meat," grinned Nightcrawler directly
into her ear, lightly flicking his tongue over her lobe, sending electric
pleasure coursing throughout every fiber of her being. He stood up over
her, his body perfect in every respect. He wasn't overly muscular like
many of his contemporaries, but there didn't seem an inch of fat on his
body, he was toned and athletic and obvious extremely aware of the effect
he was having on her.
She weakly licked her lips, eyes glued to the contours of his
muscles, wanting him, needing him.
"Tell me it isn't true," he whispered to her, his tail sliding
over her legs and lightly stroking between her legs, stimulating her
clit even through the material of his pants,"Tell me you don't want to
release yourself to the darkness and let. me. fuck. you."
Each emphasized word sent a stroke of pleasure through her, and
she climaxed again. Each orgasm pushed her further towards surrender as
her desire began to outweigh her resolve, she shook her head to try and
shake the maddening desire for Nightcrawler's body. To her animal mind,
all that she knew was that she was horny, a sexy man was here wanting
her and it was the love of her life, Nightcrawler.
But it wasn't, this arousal was being forced upon her, this
wasn't really Nightcrawler.....
"Fuck," he whispered into her air, tugging lightly on her ear-lobe
with his teeth, having dropped to her side un-noticed,"I'm going to fuck
you."
That was it, her rational mind was buried under a tidal wave of
animal desire, sexual lust blasting her resistance to shreds. Dropping
onto her back, she grabbed her pants by the waist - her hands glowing
with mystic fire - and tore the material away, exposing her crotch to
her captors gaze.
"FUCK ME!" she cried, begging for him to take her,"PLEASE FUCK
ME!"
Nightcrawler grinned and....
.... set the Black-Bird's landing jets to bring them down beside
the still lake in the Swiss Countryside.
"Nearly there," he spoke up to his companions,"Cerebro indicated
they were in this area."
"None o' this makes sense," muttered Wolfsbane, not for the
first time,"They cannae just disappear from Muir Isle and reappear in
Switzerland with nae explanation."
"Amanda was involved," whispered Meggan lightly into Rahne's
ear,"And where magic is involved, there are no certainties."
The Faerie had spoken low to avoid hurting Kurt's feelings,
but his sensitive ears had easily picked up....
End Part 1 of 7.
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