Message-ID: <26543asstr$970143005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: see@below.for.e-mail (Dimitri M.) X-Original-Message-ID: <8quvr8$h2$8@news.ihug.co.nz> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=US-ASCII Subject: {ASSM} (Dimitri M.) eXcalibur : Inner Circle [1/7] - M/F, F/F, Oral, Anal, Orgy, Female Masturbation, Superhero. Date: Thu, 28 Sep 2000 08:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge Almost all of the characters within are the copyright of Marvel Comics or Toybiz or someone, in any case, they're not my characters and are used without permission of the owners. I am not making profit from this 'parody' and I expressly forbid the posting of this story to any kind of site where you HAVE to pay money to read my stories. 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And come on people, these stories don't write themselves, they take time, effort, blood, sweat and tears. Take just a moment to acknowledge that by writing to me at : dimitri_resides@yahoo.com and let me know if you loved it, hated it, want more, want to give feedback, constructive criticism, compliments, complaints etc, etc. My thanks to those that do and those who all ready have. 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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