Message-ID: <3197eli$9708201622@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dimitri@ihug.co.nz (dimitri) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: PREVIEW : Marvel Comics - Herald of Armageddon - F/F, ORAL, ANAL, FEM. MAST Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5tes40$hkk$1@newsource.ihug.co.nz> Howdy folks, this is a preview of a new story I am writing - Herald Of Arrmageddon - and is about sex between various comic book characters. The story is a sequel to Something Sinister This Way Comes, an X-Men story I wrote about two months ago. BACKGROUND OF THIS STORY - Magneto had returned to Earth with the Power Cosmic to augment his already formibable Mastery of Magnetism. He is supposed to be the new Herald of Galactus, but had gone rogue. The X-Men, Avengers and Fantastic Four are trying to stop him, in the process, Jean Grey (Pheonix) has fallen into a coma and she is being rushed to Muir Island to be healed. Psylocke, who has been acting more and more strangely has trapped Jean in the sexual fantasy of Warren Worthington the Third, and now seeks to "have her wicked way" with her! Anyways, that's the background, the story is half finished, so keep an eye out for it. Whatever age makes it legal to view pornographic material in your country and/or state is how old you must be to read this story. I will not be held responsible for anyone younger reading this story. If you are over that age, but are offended by discriptions of sex, I ask that you also read no further, as this story will offend you. If you choose to read so anyway and do not like what you see, do not complain to me, you had adequate warning. This is a sequel to my X-Men story - Something Sinister This Way Comes - that story and many others of mine can be acquired by e-mailing me at - dimitri@ihug.co.nz - compliments and criticisms can also be sent to the same e-mail. You should note that the story takes place in comic format (i.e, through continuation into different comics) this is because I consider this story an Alternate to the Onslaught Crossover in Marvel Comics last year, therefore each story takes place over last years Onslaught Issues. "...Trish Tilby on location outside Central Park, where the Avengers remain locked in combat with what appears to be the heretofore believed dead mutant terrorist Magneto." "Hey Beast, your girlfriend is on tv!" yelled Iceman, the Beast leaped over to the other side of the room, landing on the couch next to Drake. "Ahh, the tantalizing Trish Tilby, ignoring the most dire implications of a battle between those valorus champions of justice the Avengers and that Icon of Irrepressible evil, Magnus!" he hissed the last word menacingly. Johnny Storm sat down next to them,"How are the Avengers doing?" "...sounds of laughter, what may be groans of agony, the unmistakable lightning and thunder accorded to Thor and the rallying cry of Captain America - Avengers Assemble - are all we have to go by, all attempts to get camera shots have failed, Magneto seems to be exuding electro-magnetic interference, one helicopter trying to get a visual feed has already crashed, the status of the pilot and reporter inside is unknown.......wait! I can see shadows in the mist and smoke..." "It appears, my flame grilled friend, that we are about to discover that for ourselves!" "I'VE DONE IT!" cried a voice, Reed stretched into the room,"The Avengers are at Central Park!" "Well done brother in law of mine," laughed Johnny,"You been watching Channel 6 as well?" Reed jerked his head at the t.v and frowned,"Maybe I spend too much time in the lab?" "Sssh, the smoke's clearing!" yelled Drake. "...I can make out Thor!" yelled Trish excitedly,"And behind him is Hawkeye! Henry Pym! The Wasp! Quicksilver! but's there's no sign of Captain America, Scarlett Witch or the Vision.......THOR! THOR! Where is Captain America!" Thor glared up at the camera and growled, the cameraman - a veteran of Vietnam, Bosnia and L.A - stepped back. "The Captain is dead!" roared Thor, and collapsed to the ground. "Psylocke...." started Jean, then a blast of black energy seemed to erupt from the telepathic ninja's eyes, knocking Jean into unconsciousness. She awoke on a bed in an unknown room, her armsn and legs were tied to the four posts, she was naked and spreadeagled. "What the hell is this?" she yelled,"Psylocke? Where are you." In reply, a dark figure arose - seemingly from the ground itself - it was swathed in shadows and bore a giant, pitchblack sceptre. "Who are you supposed to be?" she snapped,"Darkman?" The dark figure laughed harshly,"You are a strong one aren't you, but you lack the steel of body that my beloved has. I am the Proctor of the Crimson Dawn." Jean laughed,"Tak is Proctor of the Crimson Dawn, I don't who...." "Tak was but a temporary replacement for myself," laughed the shadowy figure,"But I am the true Proctor, and now I have a wedding present for my bride - PSYLOCKE!" The purple haired ninja appeared with a smile, next to her stood the Storm and Jean from Warren's fantasy, all three of them were naked. "Thank you my darling," Psylocke laughed, she wrapped her arms around the waists of her nude companions,"I shall treasure it." The Proctor disappeared, the red mark of the Crimson Dawn on Psylocke's face flared bright red, then faded back to it's normal brightness. "Psylocke, why are you doing this......Is the Proctor controlling you..." Psylocke laughed, after a few seconds the false Storm and Jean joined her. "Poor little Jean, after Sabretooth gutted my old body and Warren and Logan pulled a new one from the Crimson Dawn, The Proctor has been my Master, if I wanted to resist I could, but I don't!" She slipped her hands away from Jean2 and Storm and clapped them together above her head,"I tried to get your husband once and failed, but I've already had you, this time I plan to make it final - Girls, to work!" "Yes!" exclaimed Jean2 as she strode forward to stand next to her real self's body. "I love to masturbate, and I love to do other chicks, but I've always wanted to do it to myself!" she laughed. "This is crazy!" screamed Jean as she saw the fantasy Storm approaching her. "Ororo, this is crazy, you're not a lesbian, and you're certainly not a rapist!" Psylocke laughed,"She's not the real Storm, but let me tell you, the real Storm is far from the noble, chaste Goddess we all know and love - just ask Jubilee!" * Before Jean could ponder on that she felt hands grab her. "No...!" she cried as the mirror image of herself and her best friend began to grope her, their soft hands caressing and stroking her large breasts. "Ooooooohhhh," groaned Storm, her free hand sliding down between her thighs as she kneaded Jean's tits. "I have great tits," gurgled Jean2 as she bent down and started licking her real self's neck and face. Psylocke stepped behind her and ran her hand down her ass cheeks. "Not the real thing," she laughed,"But a close enough approximation." Jean2 tensed up and moaned in ectasy as Psylocke's fingers slipped in between her dripping cuntlips. "You are beautiful," moaned Storm,"OOOHHHH!!" she cried out as she masturbated herself and stroked the length of Jean's body. As Jean struggled to free herself from her bonds she failed to notice Jean2 fall back onto the ground, bucking wildly as Psylocke began fingering her faster. Storm hopped onto the bed, swunging a leg over Jean's sweating body - and straddled her face. "Please," she moaned to Jean,"Eat me!" Jean flailed her head wildly, trying to avoid Storm's pussy lips, but the African Beauty planted her cuntlips squarely against Jean's mouth. Jean struggled to pull her mouth back, but Storm now had ahold of her head and was making small rolling motions with her hips, grinding her pussy into Jean's beautiful face. Storm pulled one hand free and began masturbating, rubbing small circles against her clitoris, her large breasts leaped up and down, sweat bouncing of the large globes. Jean couldn't breath, and instinct forced her to open her mouth, immediately the taste of Storm's cunt entered her, pussy juices and sweat entered her mouth. "Come on! Lick me! Lick me!" screamed Storm, pushing her hips harder against Jean's face, the red headed mutant was shocked as her tongue darted out, parted the dripping pussylips and slipping inside, she instantly pulled her tongue free, but she heard a loud laugh from Psylocke. "Maybe it's not so unnatural?" she laughed,"You certainly seem to be enjoying it!" - I AM NOT! - she screamed in her mind - Oh please, please let me go! - "Begging doesn't become you," laughed Psylocke,"Neither does lying, if this isn't turning you on, why are you so wet?" Jean gasped in shock as she felt a finger slide into her defenseless vagina, it slid in easily, lubricated by her doubles fluids and her own juices, which were beginning to flow. "I do beleive you are enjoying this," Psylocke laughed, and suddenly Jean felt something warm and moist pressed against her cunt. Psylocke was eating her out! "Stop!" she moaned into Storm's cunt, exciting the Weather Goddess to no end. Storm's asscheeks were rubbing against her upper chest, making her breasts bounce up and down, her nipples had long ago grown erect, sweat dripped from them, and now she felt a mouth enclose them - it had to be Jean2! Her own mirror image was licking her tits, her best friend was forcing her to give her oral intercourse, and Psylocke was eating her out - and the worst thing of all was, she was beginning to enjoy it. No sooner had that thought entered her mind when Psylocke began laughing into her cunt, her tongue continued to dart in and out, Jean let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure, her tongue had once again begun to slip out, she suddenly realised she was tongue fucking Storm. Jean2's mouth slid of her tit and she felt the bed bow slightly as more wight was added to it. Then she felt something wet and hot settled against her waist, added pressure on her abdomen proved her fears, Jean2 was straddling her waist. Psylocke's eyes peered up and she found Jean2's ass right in her face, it was a pleasant view, dripping pussy, the tiny, puckered entrance to her anus - but what was she doing? Storm was getting eaten out by the real Jean, but she could see Jean2's red head bobbing up and down - og course! she was rimming Storm's asshole! Psylocke once more gave out a fierce chuckle and began to tongue fuck Jean's increasingly wetter pussy. Her tongue plunged deep and mercilessly into Jean, her lips pressed against Jean's beautiful pussy lips, sucking crazily on her. Jean's moans of defiance had changed to cries of desperation as she struggled to hold back the inevitable, she was ready to orgasm, Psylocke's mouth watered at the thought of Jean's juices soaking her face, the passing of cum from Jean's cunt to Psylocke's mouth would signify the passing of ownership from Scott to herself - Jean would be hers! Storm screamed in pleasure as she felt Jean2's finger begin to slide into her tight asshole, as well as that, the real's Jean's tongue was now sliding easily into her cunt and she felt an orgasm approaching. Jean2's finger was nearly being crushed by the pressure of Storm's asshole, it was so hot and tight, and the sight and sound of her real self being raped was driving her over the edge, she was ready to cum - and cum hard! Storm screamed in pleasure at the same time that Jean2 did, they both began bucking wildly, their bodies writhed uncontrollably as they began to cum. Jean tried to close her mouth in time but failed, Storm's juices exploded into her mouth, forcing her to swallow, it ran out of her mouth and down her cheeks. "YYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!" screamed Storm and disappeared, Jean2 plunged forward on top of Jean. "Oooh Jeannie, that was wonderful!" she gurgled, before Jean could react her double grabbed her around the neck and kissed her passionately, her tongue sliding into her mouth - then she too disappeared. "What's going on?" cried Jean, then she let out an involuntary moan, Psylocke's efforts had redoubled, almost in desperation. "Aahhhh......oooohhh........noo......Psylocke........please...........noooooo o........aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, she was beginning to orgasm, she couldn't beleive it,"NNNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" And then she disappeared as if she had never been there, just as her juices had begun to flow. "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" screamed Psylocke,"NOOOOOO!!!!!" "Are you sure about this?" Warren asked. "Better to be safe than sorry," Scott said as he closed the stasis pod over Jean. Psylocke came awake with a start, her eyes took in the stasis pod and for an instant Scott thought he saw unadulterated hate in her eyes, then it cleared and she smiled. "Are we as Muir Island yet?" she asked sweetly. Reed watched the t.v screen in shock. "Dead? How is that possible?" Trish Trilby also seemed shocked, she stared at Thor's protrate body, then her reporters instinct took over as a new figure emerged from the smoke - Magneto. "It appears that Magneto is approaching the Avengers, perhaps to finish them off, maybe to gloat." Magneto smiled as he approached, whatever electromagnetic effect that had shorted out other camera's seemed to be gone, his face was broadcast around the world. "I grow tired of these interuptions to my work," he said with a laugh,"So I think I shall silence then." Almost casually he lifted his arms up above his head, white light shone from his eyes. "I AM MAGNUS!" he roared and white light burst from his body, the camera exploded in the cameraman's hands, the newsvan caught in flames. "That's an E.M Flare!" roared Reed Richards,"Hit the Deck!" "Reed, it's over at Central Park, not here....." White light filled the room, Reed fell to the ground, Johnny was sent flying to the other side of the room, the Beast and Iceman crashed into a table. On top of Four Freedom's Plaza Rogue was sent whipping into the air, Gambit hit the remains of the stairwell. "Rogue!" he screamed, then a small piece of debris hit him in the face and knocked him out. Three minutes after the E.M Flare began New York City stood in darkness. There was no sound but a light wind, no dogs barked, no birds sang, and no people talked. The only one still standing was Magnus, and then sound did come back to the city - the sound of groans of pain, screams of terror and over it all - Magnus' laughter. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /