No Man's Land
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marysuevirusTitle: No Man's Land
Chapter Four: Interludes
Fandom: the Marvel Universe
Rating: 18 and up
Warnings: graphic sex and violence, language, incest and anything else i can toss in.
Disclaimer: the recognizable characters and places contained herein are the property of Marvel and whoever the hell else owns them. i'm merely borrowing them for the sake of entertainment. no money is being made from this venture. the Sues are the sole property of their originators, Ginevra, Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, SilverFoxChan, Samuraiter and ladydeathfaerie. the concept and title of The Mary Sue Virus are used with permission from Dazzledfirestar. plot bunny cultivating is being done with Daz.
Author's Notes: no violence this time around. but lots of really yummy tortuous sex... have something cold ready. just sayin'
No Man's Land - the Index
She hated to see Ororo so skittish and afraid. This wasn't the woman she'd come to know in her time at Xavier's school. Back then, Ororo Munroe had been strong and confident. She'd been a leader and a care taker. She'd been a teacher and an advocate. She'd been the things that Roxxy had once wanted to be herself. But the war, her captivity, had stolen that woman away.
This woman, this Ororo Munroe, cowered away from everyone and everything. She carried a beaten look in her eyes, as if she expected someone to come out of a darkened doorway and snatch her away again. She was easy to startle and she didn't care for confined spaces. It had taken far too much time to convince her that she could step into the shower and wash the dirt from her body. Roxxy had had to step into the shower stall and help get her clean. Fortunately, they'd never found the time to get rid of Storm's things, so she'd been able to put on her own clothes after her shower. Sadly, they hung on her thin frame. Roxxy could only hope that time, and much care, would bring her back to her former glory.
After her shower, the next order of business had been food. Roxxy hadn't needed to cajole and convince the woman to eat. Instead, she'd needed to keep a close watch on how much Ororo ate, lest she make herself sick by eating too much. Even that one meal had given the other woman a much healthier look. Roxxy wished that Harper had allowed her to take out some of the humans responsible for this crime. She would have loved to rip them to shreds with her claws. And she would have made their suffering last a very long time.
With the shower completed and the meal eaten, Roxxy felt she could take Ororo to the one place in the entire school that she knew the woman would feel safe in. Even though they'd thought her dead, the Inner Circle had made sure that Ororo's greenhouse had been well cared for. They'd all taken turns pruning the plants, pulling weeds, fertilizing and watering. It had always been her one true solace. Hopefully, the greenhouse would help her feel more relaxed and at ease. If they could get the old Storm back...
Well, Roxxy knew exactly how Harper operated. He'd be ecstatic to have control of the weather. Roxxy would just be glad to have her old friend and lover back.
It was dark out. In fact, the hour was growing late. Silence surrounded them, a welcoming change after the noise that humanity had once brought to the world. Though she'd grown up around the common sounds that a large population could make, she was still a country girl at heart. The solitude and quiet that had settled over the land in the aftermath of the war was a welcome change. Roxxy loved it so much that she often walked the grounds at night, allowing her other nature to guide her through the trees. Tonight was almost no different from any other, save the trembling presence of Ororo at her side.
Ororo hadn't asked where they were going when they'd left the dining room. Actually, she hadn't asked any questions ever since the infirmary. Instead, she'd simply allowed Roxxy to lead her about. As if she was a small child of only three or four years. It was terribly disheartening to see and such a thing left Roxxy that much more determined to bring Ororo back to herself. Which was why they were out on the grounds, heading for the well lit greenhouse that was filled with an abundance of plant life. Maybe, if they were lucky, Ororo could find some sense of self there.
Night birds called to one another from amongst the trees, the sounds captivating the other woman. She watched as Storm turned her head this way and that, looking for the origins of the sounds. Crickets chirped out their songs from their hiding places, a lonely sound that mingled with that of the birds. The wind blew gently, rattling the leaves and shaking the branches above their heads. It tugged at their hair and pulled it until wisps stuck out in a messy halo around their faces. A quick glance at her companion showed Roxxy that a serene look had taken up residence on Ororo's face.
"I missed the sound of the birds." Her voice was still husky from long disuse, but it carried easily. Roxxy turned to look at Ororo fully. Her eyes were searching the trees in the distance, her face tilted up so that the breeze blew tenderly across her face. It was the kind of gesture she would make to a lover. "And the wind as it threw itself through the trees. I had forgotten what those things should sound like."
"They never let you leave your cell?" Roxxy hated asking, but perhaps if Storm talked about it, it would no longer hold sway over her emotions.
"Only for their experiments." She shivered at that, letting Roxxy know that they'd been as bad as she'd imagined. "I was beginning to think I was little more than an animal. That is how they treated me."
"They're the ones who were animals. And they're all dead." Her words came out with more vehemence than Roxxy had intended. Her companion came to a stop and turned to stare at her. For just a moment, the old Ororo peeked out at her, those amazing blue eyes gone wide with horror and disbelief. Then the look was gone and she turned away. "Don't tell me you feel bad for them. Not after what they did to you."
Ororo paused, as if she was thinking very hard about what Roxxy had said. "I think, one time, I might have been upset by their deaths. But now... I remember so little of what my life was like before that place. Perhaps one day, the memories will return to me." That was more than Roxxy had expected to hear. If she was being honest, this conversation was more than she'd expected. Ororo's reaction at the prison had suggested that she would be lost inside of herself for some time. Possibly for the rest of her life. Maybe this was because of Harper's help?
Before she could answer, the greenhouse came into sight. She heard the woman beside her give a gasp of surprise and delight. Roxxy quickened her pace just a little and opened the door for Ororo. Her eyes were warm with an old emotion she hadn't given much thought to over the past few years as she watched her companion step into the greenhouse and simply look around. Several moments of silence passed between them before Storm turned to her, a smile of genuine delight on her face. "Roxxy! You saved it?"
"We all saved it, Ororo. We couldn't bear to let anything happen to your greenhouse. Now that you're here..." she paused and glanced around the glass enclosed area. "I thought that perhaps this would help you feel more at home."
Ororo said nothing else. There was no need. The soft smile on her face said it all. Stepping further into the maddening rush of greens, reds, golds, yellows, purples, oranges and blues, the woman lost herself in the one place she'd always called a sanctuary. Roxxy followed her into the miniature jungle. She pulled the door behind her, enclosing them in the middle of wild nature.
The night sounds were muted behind the panes of glass, the air humid and moist. Droplets of dew clung to Roxxy's hair, curling the shorter strands around her face and beading up against her skin. The greenhouse was filled with all types of plants. There were plain green ferns and other non-blossoming plants. There were rich, lush flowering plants that added bright flashes of color to the deep and varied shads of green. It was a paradise and had acted as such during the worst of the war. It had been Roxxy's idea to keep the greenhouse going after they'd learned of the plane crash. She'd thought it would be a good way to remember their fallen comrade.
Now, with Ororo standing in the middle of the chaotic spread of life, she was glad she'd pushed to have the greenhouse kept up. It was heartening to see the joy and pure happiness that painted the other woman's face. If anything in the world could help her come back to herself, it was her greenhouse and the living plants that filled it. With some time and some tender care, with her private rooms at the top of the mansion and her greenhouse, maybe she'd be Ororo again.
Still standing by the door, Roxxy watched as the other woman moved slowly from plant to plant. She spent time with each one, as if she remembered each leaf, each stem, each blossom, each sprout. Long, thin hands stroked thick, glossy leaves. Gentle fingertips traced the ruffled edges of opened flowers. Every minute saw some of the tension leak from her, until eventually she was as relaxed as she had been before the war. Roxxy was content to watch Ororo rediscover her plants and herself, a satisfied smile curling her mouth up at the corners.
Minutes and hours ticked by, all spent in silence. The years of fear seemed to lift away, though it was obvious that it was only for this night. Any unfamiliar sound from outside the glass building had Ororo on alert, her eyes searching for danger in every corner. Roxxy had no problems passing the time in silence, simply allowed her other senses to track any changing scents while her eyes soaked in the other world beauty that Ororo presented. Even too thin from lack of proper food, with fear simmering in the depths of her amazing blue gaze, Ororo was still every inch a wild, pagan goddess.
But the mixture of continued emotions that had ranged from fear to anger to excitement to peace eventually took their toll. Though Storm's enthusiasm didn't wane, her energy did. Exhaustion crawled onto her face and left her moving slowly, almost clumsily. Roxxy went to her and carefully, much too carefully, slid an arm around the other woman's shoulders. Ororo allowed it, allowed Roxxy to escort her to the door. Before passing through it, Ororo stopped and looked back. "I had hoped to water them."
There was a wistfulness in her voice that told Roxxy she meant she'd wanted to use her powers to tend her plants. Frowning and suddenly sadder than she'd been in years, she glanced back to take in the riot of life and color behind them. "You will, Ororo. Maybe not tonight. But soon. You will."
It was late, the grounds dark. Dawn was still hours away, but there was a strange sense of something on the air. Roxxy could feel it quivering in the darkness, as if waiting for someone to notice it. She knew it for what it was. An omen. Something was coming. She'd had enough intuitive leaps before to know that it was something important. Harper? She sent the call mentally, hoping that he would still be awake.
What is it, Roxxy? I'm rather preoccupied at the moment. If the husky quality of his thoughts was anything to go by, she well understood what it was that held his attention.
I'm not sure. I've got one of those feelings. The air is heavy with intent.
He was silent for several long moments. She thought she heard him groan, but the sound was far too faint to tell for sure. When he did speak, it was obviously with great difficulty, as if he couldn't quite gather his thoughts. I'll alert the guards. Thank you, Roxxy.
She didn't reply. She simply escorted Ororo to the doors, intent on seeing her up to her bed. The woman allowed the touch, though she was stiff, and didn't fight as Roxxy led her through the halls and up stairs. Their footsteps were silent on the mellow wood floors. They said nothing. It was plain to see that Ororo was lost in thought. Roxxy was loathe to pull her from it. The woman said nothing until they reached the door to her rooms.
"Roxxy, I..." Storm paused, her face caught in confusion. Roxxy waited and allowed her to take her time. Finally, she glanced at the darkened room behind her and heaved a sigh. "Perhaps it is silly to ask, but I wonder if you would stand watch over me tonight."
It had cost her to give voice to the question. That much could be seen in her eyes. She felt foolish and stupid for having to do so. But Roxxy thought that she understood. Smiling, she nodded and followed Ororo into the room. She waited as Ororo changed into a flowing white night gown that had always been there. It left her arms and most of her shoulders bare, showing the striking contrast between the gown's pale material and the woman's dark skin perfectly. When Ororo climbed into her bed and dragged the covers up over her, Roxxy made her move.
Her clothes dropped to the floor with a faint, dull thud. Pacing closer to the bed, she allowed Ororo to really look at her. And then she allowed her power to flow over her like water running across her skin. Fur flowed as her shape contorted and changed, forcing her down on all fours. Her fingers retracted and reshaped, turned into paws. Muscles and bones shifted, grew and shortened. Everything repositioned itself inside of her even as her face elongated. Teeth lengthened in her mouth. A tail sprouted at the end of her spine. Fur poured across her skin quickly.
Once the change was complete, Roxxy padded across the floor until she stood beside the woman's bed. Ororo reached out a shaking hand and ran it over the soft, silky coat covering her shoulders and back. Her mouth twitched up into a slight smile. "Thank you, Roxxy. Thank you for standing watch tonight."
Roxxy rumbled a reply, something that sounded like a cross between a feline growl and purr. She butted her head into Ororo's hand before licking at her palm. Tonight and every night, Ororo.
As Storm settled further into bed, Roxxy settled down on the floor. She lay on her stomach, legs tucked up under her body, and rested her head on her front paws. A deep, continuously rolling purr of contentment sang them both to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~
Jamie watched Roxxy walking with Ororo. They'd spent a long time in the greenhouse. He'd watched them. Neither one of them had spoken. Instead, Roxxy had watched Ororo as she'd visited with her plants. It had been rather touching after seeing how she'd reacted when they'd freed her from that mutant prison. And it looked as if Storm were more at ease now than she had been. It could be nothing more than Harper's mind tricks, something temporary while the woman readjusted to life outside of a five by five cell. Seeing them together reminded him of happier times.
Back then, Xavier's mansion had been dedicated to educating mutant children in a safe environment, away from the hatred, stupidity and misunderstanding that humans were beyond capable of exhibiting. Not that mutants were any better. They were both capable of doing terrible things in their ignorance. But Xavier's had been that one bright, shining place that was supposed to be a safe haven. Not just for mutant children but for grown mutants, as well. And any humans who came along were welcome, so long as they meant no harm to the people who had lived at the school.
Those days seemed as if they'd happened a lifetime ago.
Roxxy and Ororo finally left the greenhouse and returned to the mansion. No doubt it had been a long, trying day for both of them. And if there was a hint of hopefulness on Roxxy's face, Jamie wouldn't hold it against her. He could remember when the two of them had been a couple. Not that he was supposed to have known, but hanging out with Haley had brought all kinds of interesting information to him. Though Roxxy never spoke of her liaisons with the beautiful weather witch to her friend, Haley knew something was going on. And he'd answered all her questions by sending a dupe after the quiet, dark-headed woman she'd claimed as best friend.
Haley. Just thinking about her made him wonder if he'd get to see her. They'd dated once, a long time ago. It had never gotten serious, but it had been heading that way. The Haley he remembered had been happy and determined. She'd laughed freely and had had a grip that would have seen him split in multiple dupes if not for his suit. The girl had known just what to do with her hands and he'd willingly reciprocated. But they'd never had the opportunity to find out if they'd have fit together in ways other than that.
He glanced up at the sky, amazed at how clear it was. The war had cleaned up pollution. There were so few people left now. That meant that silence filled the night. Sometimes, like now, he missed the way things had been, with the sound of cars echoing up from the road and planes seemingly floating by over head. Most of all, he missed the sound of children laughing. There was little call for people to laugh now, not when they had to struggle to survive. And the only laughter he'd heard in that damned prison had been from the human guards.
When they'd done things to him...
Shaking that off, Jamie wondered what he would do now. He'd been imprisoned for so long, he'd never looked past the next day. Never dared to hope that there would be life for him outside the walls of the prison. With freedom staring him in the face, he had to figure out what it was he would do. Would he stay here at Xavier's mansion, now called Blackhaven Manor, and take up the fight that it seemed the mutants here still fought? Wasn't what they were doing here completely opposite of what Xavier had been trying to teach everyone? He'd wanted tolerance on both sides. He'd worked for it for years. And Charles Xavier was dead. The man who'd wanted peace for both mutant and humankind was the reason the war had started in the first place.
Jamie could remember that day well. Images of Xavier being killed had been on every news station across the world. Almost immediately, the protests had begun. Violence had quickly followed. And Eric Lehnsherr had come forward and stepped into the vacuum left behind by Xavier's death. But instead of ending the violence and preaching tolerance, Magneto had been determined to avenge the death of his friend. That desire for revenge had burned in the minds of mutants round the world. The day the war had broken out was the day the world went mad.
He'd heard of other deaths while being held in prison. He knew that Jean Grey was gone, as was Magneto himself. His daughter, Wanda, had fallen with her father. Many of the X-Men were gone. Reed Richards was dead, as was Matt Murdock. No doubt there were more names on that list, but he didn't know them. He didn't think he wanted to know them.
He glanced around the grounds of the former school and sighed. Did he belong here? He didn't know. He didn't think so. He wasn't so eager for death and destruction as those who had rescued him seemed to be. But if he left, where would he go? There were groups of humans out there willing to do harm to a mutant on sight. At least here, he would be safe. A few dupes sent snooping had brought back word that Blackhaven was one of the largest mutant territories on the eastern seaboard. And that it was also one of the strongest. But if he stayed, would he be trading one prison for another?
Sighing, he strolled aimlessly through the night. Should he stay or should he go? He wondered if he really even had a choice.
~*~*~*~*~
Clint Barton still stood defiantly where he was chained and he was watching them with cool eyes.
Dare couldn't help but notice that his hands were now positioned strategically over his groin. Their little show had affected him more than he was willing to admit. Grinning, Dare glanced at the woman beside her. "Do you suppose he'll still be hard and ready for us after he learns what's coming?"
She watched Haley's green gaze flick over him, almost as if she was dismissing him. Dare knew better. But there were certain rules to follow, certain procedures to be done. "Maybe. Word has it that he's perpetually horny."
"I think I brought the cock ring, just in case you'd like to..." Dare began, wandering toward the bag she'd taken from Haley.
"No. I don't think we'll need it this time around. Besides, I don't plan to fuck him." Haley stopped and turned to look at Dare. "Unless you want to have sex with him. You'd have to break your code but..."
"Maybe later. He's pretty enough. But I want him broken before I consider playing any more intensely with him."
Barton snorted. "You won't break me. I don't think a couple of chicks going down on one another is going to shatter my psyche or anything."
Dare chuckled softly before stepping up to the table. "He really has no idea what he's in store for. Does he, honey?"
"Not a fucking clue." There was dark pleasure in Haley's voice. Dare shook her head and reached for the studded dildo. It would be positively perfect to start the man's training. After picking up her selection, she began sifting through the toys. Haley stepped up behind her, casually rubbing her fingers between the crack in Dare's ass. "If he wasn't here..." she trailed off, then took her hand away and scooped up one of the slimmer toys. "This one will have to do. I wouldn't want to damage him too badly the first time out."
"I brought lube. I wasn't sure if we'd need it, but I packed it just in case."
"Mmmm. Good girl," Haley murmured, her free hand reaching up to tangle in Dare's hair. She allowed the taller girl to tug her head back and opened her mouth without having to be told. Haley smiled and slowly slid the dildo between her lips. She didn't stop until the entire thing had disappeared into Dare's mouth and down her throat. A wicked smile slid across the taller woman's face and she leaned down to press another kiss to her lips, stretched wide around the toy. Her tongue pressed it a little deeper before she drew back. "I see someone has been practicing. Has Harper been keeping you on your knees?"
Dare only smiled around the bottom edge of the toy.
Haley smirked and pulled it free, then worked the toy into place. Dare heard it lock into the harness with a click. The harnesses and toys had been custom made for them, with a unique locking mechanism that allowed them to change dildos out at will without having to remove the entire harness. Then Haley lifted a brow at the toy Dare held in her hands. "Isn't that being a little optimistic?" she asked.
"Possibly." Dare shrugged a shoulder and lifted up the gag. "That's why I brought this."
"Lovely. Shall we?"
"In a moment. I want to do one last thing." Without another word, Dare reached out and allowed her fingers to probe between Haley's thighs once again. They sank in easily, the redhead's pussy swollen and wet. When she was done, she drew them out and then slid the dildo between Haley's thighs. Instead of pressing it up inside of her, she rubbed it against the woman's lips, twisted and turned it so that her body's lubricant was smeared all over the toy. A little bit of care saw several of the studs sliding against Haley's clit, eliciting another climax. When she was done, she turned the toy on herself and made sure to coat it with her own juices. The smell of sex was already thick on the air. Removing it from between her thighs, she lifted it so that the juice coated leather gleamed in the light. "There. That should be just perfect."
While Dare locked the dildo in place, she saw Haley wave a hand. It was the signal to Harper that they were ready for their prize. The chain that held him to the floor gave way with a metallic click. The tall redhead walked toward him, the fake cock jutting out from her groin. It was an extremely enticing picture and enough to make Dare wish they were alone. But that wasn't to be. So she picked up the gag and took it with her to the bed.
As yet, Barton hadn't fought Haley. When she wrapped a hand around his arm and began escorting him toward the bed, he didn't try to get away. He walked beside her almost as if he did this sort of thing every day. Obviously, the man had no idea what he was about to be in the middle of. It was likely he still thought they were going to put a show on for him. Dare smiled and stroked her hand up the length of the fake cock she wore. He was going to find out really damn fast what was going to happen here.
"On the bed on your hands and knees," Haley instructed. That caught his attention and he turned to look at her, his eyes suggesting he didn't think he'd heard her right. Haley caught the length of chain dangling from his cuffs and tossed it to Dare. She wrapped it around her hand and tugged, pulling the man off balance. He stumbled, but didn't do as he'd been told. "I won't tell you again, archer. On the bed. On your hands and knees."
"Its going to be damn hard for me to watch you two if I'm on my hands and knees," he replied.
Dare's laughter cut the air. Haley reached out a hand and wrapped it around her toy. "This isn't for Dare, archer. She requires something a little more... meaty. Oh, no. This, my dear human, is for you. You should thank my friend there. She made sure to bring the lube so that I don't destroy your ass when I take it."
"I don't swing that way." His words were quiet and full of conviction.
"Honey, in this place... Everyone swings that way," Dare informed him. She tugged the chain again, pulled it tight so that it forced him to bend his body down. She leaned down and took his chin in her other hand. "You're going to be our bitch, Barton. And you're going to learn to love it. Haley and I can be most generous to our toys when they go out of their way to please us. Ask Scott. He seems to really enjoy his position as Haley's toy." She paused, leaned in and rubbed her cheek against Barton's hair. Some lingering masculine scent still clung to it and it was so silky soft. That made her shudder in anticipation of having her hands in it. "And you already please us."
"Its going to take more than you have to get me to do what you want."
Dare watched as Haley began slicking the dildo up with lubricant. Apparently, she wasn't waiting very long on this. With a sigh, Dare ran a hand over his cheek, then leaned down even further until her nose was just barely touching his. "Now this is where you're wrong, gorgeous. Because if you don't do what we tell you to, I'm going to be very, very unhappy. And when I get unhappy... well," she paused to trail the tip of her tongue up the line of his nose. "I just get all weird in the head. And I tend to burn things. Tell me, lover, have you ever had someone set your insides on fire? Have you ever felt what its like to breathe flames? Because I can do it. I've done it. You scream and scream and scream until you have no more breath. Your body boils from the inside until your organs burst. Its a horrible, painful way to die. And, really, I don't want to do that to you. I would rather run my hands down your chest and touch you and let you do wonderfully wicked things to me. But we can't trust you yet. We need to break you so that, when all of that happens, I know I won't have to kill you."
"Dare." Haley's voice brought her attention to the other woman. A flick of her friend's green eyes toward the windows reminded her that Harper was watching and more than likely wanted them to get on with it. She sighed and leaned down that last little bit so that she could press her lips to Barton's.
"Be a good boy, baby. And I'll be good to you." Dare rose up, one hand reaching down to curl around the gag she'd brought with her. She knew that her words would be ignored, that he wouldn't bother playing nice for them. So she glanced at Haley and gave a slight nod of her head. The other woman smiled, then wrapped one arm around his waist and pressed close. He struggled to free himself, his hands clawing at the bedding in an effort to pull himself away from Haley. She kept tugging him back in place, her free hand working more of the lube up into his anus.
"You two are freaks. The minute I get free, I'm going to kill you both," he snarled and attempted to throw Dare backward off the bed. One leg shot out in an effort to kick Haley away from him. She simply side stepped it and batted his leg away from her.
"Mmm. Its so much more fun when they fight back," Haley whispered, her voice husky with need. She stepped in close to him so that the dildo touched his ass, then leaned over him until she was draped over his back. "Sticks and stones, Barton. Might I suggest that you not threaten to kill Dare?" Her voice was light, as if she was discussing the weather and not murder. "She finds it to be an aphrodisiac. The last person who threatened to kill her ended up in tiny bits of charred pieces."
The man lifted his head and glared at her, bared his teeth in silent promise. Dare smiled at him, stroked the cock she wore, then allowed a hand to dip between her thighs. After a few strokes, she removed her hand and lifted it to offer her fingers to him. Barton turned his head from her. A little girl's laugh bubbled up her throat as she smeared the taste of her across his skin. "Psycho whore." His words made her shudder. She wanted to continue playing this game with him, but they had places to go and people to do. Knowing that they had to get a move on, Dare gave one last pull on the chain and it sent him sprawling face first into the mattress.
Haley didn't waste any time at all. She curled her free hand around the base of the toy she wore and pressed the head of the rubber cock against his ass. His hands fisted into the bedding beneath him in preparation of attempting to pull away. Dare leaned down so that her mouth was beside his ear. "Don't even think about it, lover. Even if Haley and I were to let you fight us, Harper would ensure that you couldn't. Relax. It isn't as bad as you think. You might even like it."
He ignored her advice. His muscles tensed as he tried to pull himself away from the invading cock. Haley's arm about his waist kept him from going very far and, to her credit, she pressed the dildo into his ass as slowly as she could. Dare watched his face, saw it when he bit his lip to keep from crying out. His hands were fisted around the bedding, his arms tensed until they quivered. Damn it. He was trying to be all noble and shit. Heaving a sigh, she glanced at Haley again. The redhead nodded and shoved herself deep.
Clint lifted his head and let go a shrill cry of pain. It was exactly what Dare had been waiting for. She pressed the gag between his lips, in past his teeth, and buckled it behind his head. Blue eyes glared at her, made all the brighter by the black strap that cut across his face. The metal ring in the gag held his mouth wide open. A short rubber tube rested over the teeth, stopping at the lips. They'd found the need for the tube in order to keep their toys from swallowing their own teeth and she did so like a man with a pretty smile. There were metal strips on the side connecting the ring to the leather straps, cutting into his flesh. The sight of him bound and impaled, mouth gaping and in need of a cock to fill it, send a shudder rolling through her. "Be a good boy, lover. I'll try to be gentle with you."
One hand fisted in his hair and held his head up. She gave Haley a moment to force him further onto the bed, shoving him forward until he had no choice but to bring his knees up to rest on the edge of the mattress. The man was glaring daggers at her, promising her with his eyes that he would do horrible, horrible things to her when he got the chance. Smiling at the implied threat, Dare inched forward until the head of her own strap on touched his lips.
It was the only warning she was going to give him. Their eyes locked, she let go of the dildo and reached out to find the small chain that was connected to the harness. It was thin and almost the same length as the toy, with a hook on the end that she could clip to a small ring on the front of the gag. Once it was connected, there was no way he could pull off of the end of the toy until she let him. As soon as he was hooked, she let go of his head and once more took hold of the chain hanging from his wrists.
He's cursing you, Dare. Calling you a bitch and a whore. He hates being helpless. Hates being caught between the two of you. Again, Harper's voice brought with it the sensation of hands and lips, of teeth and cock. Touchingtastingbitinglickingfucking her. And yet, buried in the back of his mind is a small kernel of desire. He will break for you. Fuck his mouth, Dare. Fuck him. The telepath paused for a moment or two, then he chuckled. The sound, echoing deep inside her head, made her shudder and press her hips forward. She felt the first of the studs glide over his flesh, bump against his teeth through the rubber tube. Fuck him, my sweet. Abuse him. Bloody him. Break him.
She found her rhythm, her hips pumping with slow, even strokes. Even though it was merely a toy, she could still feel the tension against it as he fought having it fill his mouth. There was a small protrusion jutting from the lower part of the harness, a piece that circled the sensitive nubbin of her clit. A piece that moved and vibrated with each thrust, each swallow, each scream of pain or terror. It fed sensations into her body, pusher her higher and higher toward her own climax. But it wasn't nearly enough.
She needed something more.
Harper's imaginary fingers brushed her nipples and tweaked her clit. Use the chain, pet. Pull it between your pussy lips and rock your hips against it.
Dare shuddered, found the chain with one hand and drew it up over the base of her dildo, then threaded it between her thighs. The cold links sank easily between her lips until she could feel the metal touching her clit. She pulled it tight and settled her hand against the small of her back. The chain snuggled between her ass cheeks, the rounded edges catching against the pucker of her ass. A cautious pelvic thrust pressed more of the cock into his mouth while rubbing the chain against her clit and ass. She groaned loudly and let the sensations pour through her. Let her hips flex and roll on their own.
The hand that didn't have hold of the chain was curled tightly around his head, fingers buried in the softness of his hair. His body shifted back and forth between her and Haley, their thrusts synched so that he was impaled fully on both cocks at the same time.
And Harper was there with her, filling her mind with the sensations that both of her partners were feeling. The pain and degradation that rolled through Barton, mingled with a perverse sense of pleasure and desire. She could feel his cock twitching, his balls tightening down as Haley's toy glided over his prostate again and again. She could feel that he wanted to be buried in one of their cunts, wanted to fuck them both and show them who the boss was. Images tumbled through her mind, scenes where he was fucking one of them while the other rode his face. Or the three of them were sandwiched together and he was fucking one hole while the other was occupied by one of the toys they'd brought with. Despite his announcement that he didn't swing that way, he was enjoying himself more than he wanted to admit. And he wanted so much more than they were giving him.
From Haley, she sensed the woman's growing need. Her harness had a similar protrusion on it. The redhead wanted someone's cock buried inside of her and it didn't matter if it was her ass or her cunt. She wanted relief in the worst possible way. There was a wish that she didn't need to have both hands on his hips, that she could slip one between them and finger herself while she fucked Barton's ass. There was also the desire to force his head between her thighs and make him eat her out until she passed out from exhaustion.
Topping all of it was the feeling of Harper's hand wrapped around his cock, his fist stroking up and down the length of his shaft while he watched them fuck their toy. She could see in her minds eye that his legs were spread wide, feet resting on the control panel, while he fisted himself. His free hand cupped his balls, squeezing and toying with them. Under it all was the tightness of muscle that suggested he'd filled his ass with a plug of some sort. She could hear him whispering in her mind, begging her to fuck him, to suck his cock, to let him cum on her face. To let him watch her as Haley rode her. To have her impaled on three different cocks all at once.
Dare lost sense of herself, knew only the movement of her hips and the grating of the chain over her clit and ass. She moved mindlessly as pleasure and climax rolled through her. And it didn't end, kept continuing as Harper urged her to keep fucking him, to keep pleasing herself. Electric shocks coursed through her body. kept the tension from completely unraveling so that she always seemed on the verge of release even while in the middle of it.
That's enough, Dare. With those three simple words, Harper shut off everything he'd shared with her. Her hand released the chain that she held, felt it slowly slip from between her lips so that it dropped to the bed. She found Haley once again blanketing their toy's back, her shoulders rising in such a way that it suggested she was panting heavily for breath. Dare reached down and found the small chain that held the dildo in Barton's mouth and unhooked it, then pulled all of the way back. He tried to catch his weight on his arms, but they trembled and he tumbled down into the mattress.
She undid the harness with shaking fingers and tossed it absently to the floor. Haley was standing, her hands doing the same. Barton simply laid on the bed and didn't move. Flicking a glance toward Haley, Dare carefully rolled him onto his back. His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling in slow, deep breaths as he worked to return his breathing to normal. Her fingers undid the gag and pulled it from his mouth carefully before she threw it over the side of the bed. One blue eye popped open to look up at her. The bed shifted as Haley crawled in to settle on his other side.
"I think you may have broken something, Dare. There's blood on his beautiful mouth," Haley commented, her fingers trailing down his arm. She'd obviously brought him to orgasm because his dick was soft, the head glistening with remnants of his release. Dare's gaze moved from his crotch to his face where fluid left bloody trails from the corners of his mouth down his cheeks. Even his lips had been painted a shining crimson, reminding her of tart cherries. He wasn't bleeding badly, but she planned on having it looked at by their doctor. She was taken by the urge to taste it and see if he tasted as good as he looked.
"Well, I guess I'm going to have to kiss it and make it better." Dare leaned over him, her mouth touching his gently. She wasn't sure if it was an automatic response or if he knew what he was doing, but his lips pressed hers, his tongue tracing the seam between them. The kiss deepened, her tongue dipping into his mouth to explore it, to lap at the blood that flowed and revel in its taste as it slid down her throat.
When she lifted her head, he was looking at her with wide, confused eyes. The warm stickiness of his blood painted her lips, no doubt lending her the look of a clown with garishly done lipstick. "His mouth and lips taste so good, Haley. I wonder if the rest of him tastes just as yummy?"
"There's only one way to find out, Dare."
Her lips blazed a path from his lips to his navel, her mouth pressing kisses to his flesh while her tongue lapped at the salty sweat that formed there. She worked her way lower and lower, letting the tip of her tongue dip into the indentation of his belly button. That touch brought forth a shudder and she felt his hands shift, as if he wanted to take hold of her. Not yet, archer. Not quite yet. Her mouth moved once more, her lips coming into contact with the head of his cock. Another shudder rocked him as her tongue lapped at the slit gently, cleaning away the remains of his climax. He tried biting off a groan, but it spilled forth anyway when she sucked him into her mouth. He wasn't too tired to buck his hips in an effort to get her to swallow him down.
"You paint such a lovely picture, Dare. You should see this." Haley's voice broke her concentration. Dare lifted her head to stare at her friend, allowing Barton's cock to drop from her mouth. A trail of bloody kisses was smeared across his chest along with thin lines that Dare knew had come from her hair sliding through the wet blood. There was even a hint of red around his shaft. "You should have been an artist."
"You never saw what I did to my last toy," Dare smirked and returned to settle down on the bed beside their new toy. "I do believe that breaking the archer is going to be way too much fun."
"I think you're right, Dare. And I plan on enjoying every minute of it."
Chapter Four: Interludes
Fandom: the Marvel Universe
Rating: 18 and up
Warnings: graphic sex and violence, language, incest and anything else i can toss in.
Disclaimer: the recognizable characters and places contained herein are the property of Marvel and whoever the hell else owns them. i'm merely borrowing them for the sake of entertainment. no money is being made from this venture. the Sues are the sole property of their originators, Ginevra, Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, SilverFoxChan, Samuraiter and ladydeathfaerie. the concept and title of The Mary Sue Virus are used with permission from Dazzledfirestar. plot bunny cultivating is being done with Daz.
Author's Notes: no violence this time around. but lots of really yummy tortuous sex... have something cold ready. just sayin'
No Man's Land - the Index
She hated to see Ororo so skittish and afraid. This wasn't the woman she'd come to know in her time at Xavier's school. Back then, Ororo Munroe had been strong and confident. She'd been a leader and a care taker. She'd been a teacher and an advocate. She'd been the things that Roxxy had once wanted to be herself. But the war, her captivity, had stolen that woman away.
This woman, this Ororo Munroe, cowered away from everyone and everything. She carried a beaten look in her eyes, as if she expected someone to come out of a darkened doorway and snatch her away again. She was easy to startle and she didn't care for confined spaces. It had taken far too much time to convince her that she could step into the shower and wash the dirt from her body. Roxxy had had to step into the shower stall and help get her clean. Fortunately, they'd never found the time to get rid of Storm's things, so she'd been able to put on her own clothes after her shower. Sadly, they hung on her thin frame. Roxxy could only hope that time, and much care, would bring her back to her former glory.
After her shower, the next order of business had been food. Roxxy hadn't needed to cajole and convince the woman to eat. Instead, she'd needed to keep a close watch on how much Ororo ate, lest she make herself sick by eating too much. Even that one meal had given the other woman a much healthier look. Roxxy wished that Harper had allowed her to take out some of the humans responsible for this crime. She would have loved to rip them to shreds with her claws. And she would have made their suffering last a very long time.
With the shower completed and the meal eaten, Roxxy felt she could take Ororo to the one place in the entire school that she knew the woman would feel safe in. Even though they'd thought her dead, the Inner Circle had made sure that Ororo's greenhouse had been well cared for. They'd all taken turns pruning the plants, pulling weeds, fertilizing and watering. It had always been her one true solace. Hopefully, the greenhouse would help her feel more relaxed and at ease. If they could get the old Storm back...
Well, Roxxy knew exactly how Harper operated. He'd be ecstatic to have control of the weather. Roxxy would just be glad to have her old friend and lover back.
It was dark out. In fact, the hour was growing late. Silence surrounded them, a welcoming change after the noise that humanity had once brought to the world. Though she'd grown up around the common sounds that a large population could make, she was still a country girl at heart. The solitude and quiet that had settled over the land in the aftermath of the war was a welcome change. Roxxy loved it so much that she often walked the grounds at night, allowing her other nature to guide her through the trees. Tonight was almost no different from any other, save the trembling presence of Ororo at her side.
Ororo hadn't asked where they were going when they'd left the dining room. Actually, she hadn't asked any questions ever since the infirmary. Instead, she'd simply allowed Roxxy to lead her about. As if she was a small child of only three or four years. It was terribly disheartening to see and such a thing left Roxxy that much more determined to bring Ororo back to herself. Which was why they were out on the grounds, heading for the well lit greenhouse that was filled with an abundance of plant life. Maybe, if they were lucky, Ororo could find some sense of self there.
Night birds called to one another from amongst the trees, the sounds captivating the other woman. She watched as Storm turned her head this way and that, looking for the origins of the sounds. Crickets chirped out their songs from their hiding places, a lonely sound that mingled with that of the birds. The wind blew gently, rattling the leaves and shaking the branches above their heads. It tugged at their hair and pulled it until wisps stuck out in a messy halo around their faces. A quick glance at her companion showed Roxxy that a serene look had taken up residence on Ororo's face.
"I missed the sound of the birds." Her voice was still husky from long disuse, but it carried easily. Roxxy turned to look at Ororo fully. Her eyes were searching the trees in the distance, her face tilted up so that the breeze blew tenderly across her face. It was the kind of gesture she would make to a lover. "And the wind as it threw itself through the trees. I had forgotten what those things should sound like."
"They never let you leave your cell?" Roxxy hated asking, but perhaps if Storm talked about it, it would no longer hold sway over her emotions.
"Only for their experiments." She shivered at that, letting Roxxy know that they'd been as bad as she'd imagined. "I was beginning to think I was little more than an animal. That is how they treated me."
"They're the ones who were animals. And they're all dead." Her words came out with more vehemence than Roxxy had intended. Her companion came to a stop and turned to stare at her. For just a moment, the old Ororo peeked out at her, those amazing blue eyes gone wide with horror and disbelief. Then the look was gone and she turned away. "Don't tell me you feel bad for them. Not after what they did to you."
Ororo paused, as if she was thinking very hard about what Roxxy had said. "I think, one time, I might have been upset by their deaths. But now... I remember so little of what my life was like before that place. Perhaps one day, the memories will return to me." That was more than Roxxy had expected to hear. If she was being honest, this conversation was more than she'd expected. Ororo's reaction at the prison had suggested that she would be lost inside of herself for some time. Possibly for the rest of her life. Maybe this was because of Harper's help?
Before she could answer, the greenhouse came into sight. She heard the woman beside her give a gasp of surprise and delight. Roxxy quickened her pace just a little and opened the door for Ororo. Her eyes were warm with an old emotion she hadn't given much thought to over the past few years as she watched her companion step into the greenhouse and simply look around. Several moments of silence passed between them before Storm turned to her, a smile of genuine delight on her face. "Roxxy! You saved it?"
"We all saved it, Ororo. We couldn't bear to let anything happen to your greenhouse. Now that you're here..." she paused and glanced around the glass enclosed area. "I thought that perhaps this would help you feel more at home."
Ororo said nothing else. There was no need. The soft smile on her face said it all. Stepping further into the maddening rush of greens, reds, golds, yellows, purples, oranges and blues, the woman lost herself in the one place she'd always called a sanctuary. Roxxy followed her into the miniature jungle. She pulled the door behind her, enclosing them in the middle of wild nature.
The night sounds were muted behind the panes of glass, the air humid and moist. Droplets of dew clung to Roxxy's hair, curling the shorter strands around her face and beading up against her skin. The greenhouse was filled with all types of plants. There were plain green ferns and other non-blossoming plants. There were rich, lush flowering plants that added bright flashes of color to the deep and varied shads of green. It was a paradise and had acted as such during the worst of the war. It had been Roxxy's idea to keep the greenhouse going after they'd learned of the plane crash. She'd thought it would be a good way to remember their fallen comrade.
Now, with Ororo standing in the middle of the chaotic spread of life, she was glad she'd pushed to have the greenhouse kept up. It was heartening to see the joy and pure happiness that painted the other woman's face. If anything in the world could help her come back to herself, it was her greenhouse and the living plants that filled it. With some time and some tender care, with her private rooms at the top of the mansion and her greenhouse, maybe she'd be Ororo again.
Still standing by the door, Roxxy watched as the other woman moved slowly from plant to plant. She spent time with each one, as if she remembered each leaf, each stem, each blossom, each sprout. Long, thin hands stroked thick, glossy leaves. Gentle fingertips traced the ruffled edges of opened flowers. Every minute saw some of the tension leak from her, until eventually she was as relaxed as she had been before the war. Roxxy was content to watch Ororo rediscover her plants and herself, a satisfied smile curling her mouth up at the corners.
Minutes and hours ticked by, all spent in silence. The years of fear seemed to lift away, though it was obvious that it was only for this night. Any unfamiliar sound from outside the glass building had Ororo on alert, her eyes searching for danger in every corner. Roxxy had no problems passing the time in silence, simply allowed her other senses to track any changing scents while her eyes soaked in the other world beauty that Ororo presented. Even too thin from lack of proper food, with fear simmering in the depths of her amazing blue gaze, Ororo was still every inch a wild, pagan goddess.
But the mixture of continued emotions that had ranged from fear to anger to excitement to peace eventually took their toll. Though Storm's enthusiasm didn't wane, her energy did. Exhaustion crawled onto her face and left her moving slowly, almost clumsily. Roxxy went to her and carefully, much too carefully, slid an arm around the other woman's shoulders. Ororo allowed it, allowed Roxxy to escort her to the door. Before passing through it, Ororo stopped and looked back. "I had hoped to water them."
There was a wistfulness in her voice that told Roxxy she meant she'd wanted to use her powers to tend her plants. Frowning and suddenly sadder than she'd been in years, she glanced back to take in the riot of life and color behind them. "You will, Ororo. Maybe not tonight. But soon. You will."
It was late, the grounds dark. Dawn was still hours away, but there was a strange sense of something on the air. Roxxy could feel it quivering in the darkness, as if waiting for someone to notice it. She knew it for what it was. An omen. Something was coming. She'd had enough intuitive leaps before to know that it was something important. Harper? She sent the call mentally, hoping that he would still be awake.
What is it, Roxxy? I'm rather preoccupied at the moment. If the husky quality of his thoughts was anything to go by, she well understood what it was that held his attention.
I'm not sure. I've got one of those feelings. The air is heavy with intent.
He was silent for several long moments. She thought she heard him groan, but the sound was far too faint to tell for sure. When he did speak, it was obviously with great difficulty, as if he couldn't quite gather his thoughts. I'll alert the guards. Thank you, Roxxy.
She didn't reply. She simply escorted Ororo to the doors, intent on seeing her up to her bed. The woman allowed the touch, though she was stiff, and didn't fight as Roxxy led her through the halls and up stairs. Their footsteps were silent on the mellow wood floors. They said nothing. It was plain to see that Ororo was lost in thought. Roxxy was loathe to pull her from it. The woman said nothing until they reached the door to her rooms.
"Roxxy, I..." Storm paused, her face caught in confusion. Roxxy waited and allowed her to take her time. Finally, she glanced at the darkened room behind her and heaved a sigh. "Perhaps it is silly to ask, but I wonder if you would stand watch over me tonight."
It had cost her to give voice to the question. That much could be seen in her eyes. She felt foolish and stupid for having to do so. But Roxxy thought that she understood. Smiling, she nodded and followed Ororo into the room. She waited as Ororo changed into a flowing white night gown that had always been there. It left her arms and most of her shoulders bare, showing the striking contrast between the gown's pale material and the woman's dark skin perfectly. When Ororo climbed into her bed and dragged the covers up over her, Roxxy made her move.
Her clothes dropped to the floor with a faint, dull thud. Pacing closer to the bed, she allowed Ororo to really look at her. And then she allowed her power to flow over her like water running across her skin. Fur flowed as her shape contorted and changed, forcing her down on all fours. Her fingers retracted and reshaped, turned into paws. Muscles and bones shifted, grew and shortened. Everything repositioned itself inside of her even as her face elongated. Teeth lengthened in her mouth. A tail sprouted at the end of her spine. Fur poured across her skin quickly.
Once the change was complete, Roxxy padded across the floor until she stood beside the woman's bed. Ororo reached out a shaking hand and ran it over the soft, silky coat covering her shoulders and back. Her mouth twitched up into a slight smile. "Thank you, Roxxy. Thank you for standing watch tonight."
Roxxy rumbled a reply, something that sounded like a cross between a feline growl and purr. She butted her head into Ororo's hand before licking at her palm. Tonight and every night, Ororo.
As Storm settled further into bed, Roxxy settled down on the floor. She lay on her stomach, legs tucked up under her body, and rested her head on her front paws. A deep, continuously rolling purr of contentment sang them both to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~
Jamie watched Roxxy walking with Ororo. They'd spent a long time in the greenhouse. He'd watched them. Neither one of them had spoken. Instead, Roxxy had watched Ororo as she'd visited with her plants. It had been rather touching after seeing how she'd reacted when they'd freed her from that mutant prison. And it looked as if Storm were more at ease now than she had been. It could be nothing more than Harper's mind tricks, something temporary while the woman readjusted to life outside of a five by five cell. Seeing them together reminded him of happier times.
Back then, Xavier's mansion had been dedicated to educating mutant children in a safe environment, away from the hatred, stupidity and misunderstanding that humans were beyond capable of exhibiting. Not that mutants were any better. They were both capable of doing terrible things in their ignorance. But Xavier's had been that one bright, shining place that was supposed to be a safe haven. Not just for mutant children but for grown mutants, as well. And any humans who came along were welcome, so long as they meant no harm to the people who had lived at the school.
Those days seemed as if they'd happened a lifetime ago.
Roxxy and Ororo finally left the greenhouse and returned to the mansion. No doubt it had been a long, trying day for both of them. And if there was a hint of hopefulness on Roxxy's face, Jamie wouldn't hold it against her. He could remember when the two of them had been a couple. Not that he was supposed to have known, but hanging out with Haley had brought all kinds of interesting information to him. Though Roxxy never spoke of her liaisons with the beautiful weather witch to her friend, Haley knew something was going on. And he'd answered all her questions by sending a dupe after the quiet, dark-headed woman she'd claimed as best friend.
Haley. Just thinking about her made him wonder if he'd get to see her. They'd dated once, a long time ago. It had never gotten serious, but it had been heading that way. The Haley he remembered had been happy and determined. She'd laughed freely and had had a grip that would have seen him split in multiple dupes if not for his suit. The girl had known just what to do with her hands and he'd willingly reciprocated. But they'd never had the opportunity to find out if they'd have fit together in ways other than that.
He glanced up at the sky, amazed at how clear it was. The war had cleaned up pollution. There were so few people left now. That meant that silence filled the night. Sometimes, like now, he missed the way things had been, with the sound of cars echoing up from the road and planes seemingly floating by over head. Most of all, he missed the sound of children laughing. There was little call for people to laugh now, not when they had to struggle to survive. And the only laughter he'd heard in that damned prison had been from the human guards.
When they'd done things to him...
Shaking that off, Jamie wondered what he would do now. He'd been imprisoned for so long, he'd never looked past the next day. Never dared to hope that there would be life for him outside the walls of the prison. With freedom staring him in the face, he had to figure out what it was he would do. Would he stay here at Xavier's mansion, now called Blackhaven Manor, and take up the fight that it seemed the mutants here still fought? Wasn't what they were doing here completely opposite of what Xavier had been trying to teach everyone? He'd wanted tolerance on both sides. He'd worked for it for years. And Charles Xavier was dead. The man who'd wanted peace for both mutant and humankind was the reason the war had started in the first place.
Jamie could remember that day well. Images of Xavier being killed had been on every news station across the world. Almost immediately, the protests had begun. Violence had quickly followed. And Eric Lehnsherr had come forward and stepped into the vacuum left behind by Xavier's death. But instead of ending the violence and preaching tolerance, Magneto had been determined to avenge the death of his friend. That desire for revenge had burned in the minds of mutants round the world. The day the war had broken out was the day the world went mad.
He'd heard of other deaths while being held in prison. He knew that Jean Grey was gone, as was Magneto himself. His daughter, Wanda, had fallen with her father. Many of the X-Men were gone. Reed Richards was dead, as was Matt Murdock. No doubt there were more names on that list, but he didn't know them. He didn't think he wanted to know them.
He glanced around the grounds of the former school and sighed. Did he belong here? He didn't know. He didn't think so. He wasn't so eager for death and destruction as those who had rescued him seemed to be. But if he left, where would he go? There were groups of humans out there willing to do harm to a mutant on sight. At least here, he would be safe. A few dupes sent snooping had brought back word that Blackhaven was one of the largest mutant territories on the eastern seaboard. And that it was also one of the strongest. But if he stayed, would he be trading one prison for another?
Sighing, he strolled aimlessly through the night. Should he stay or should he go? He wondered if he really even had a choice.
~*~*~*~*~
Clint Barton still stood defiantly where he was chained and he was watching them with cool eyes.
Dare couldn't help but notice that his hands were now positioned strategically over his groin. Their little show had affected him more than he was willing to admit. Grinning, Dare glanced at the woman beside her. "Do you suppose he'll still be hard and ready for us after he learns what's coming?"
She watched Haley's green gaze flick over him, almost as if she was dismissing him. Dare knew better. But there were certain rules to follow, certain procedures to be done. "Maybe. Word has it that he's perpetually horny."
"I think I brought the cock ring, just in case you'd like to..." Dare began, wandering toward the bag she'd taken from Haley.
"No. I don't think we'll need it this time around. Besides, I don't plan to fuck him." Haley stopped and turned to look at Dare. "Unless you want to have sex with him. You'd have to break your code but..."
"Maybe later. He's pretty enough. But I want him broken before I consider playing any more intensely with him."
Barton snorted. "You won't break me. I don't think a couple of chicks going down on one another is going to shatter my psyche or anything."
Dare chuckled softly before stepping up to the table. "He really has no idea what he's in store for. Does he, honey?"
"Not a fucking clue." There was dark pleasure in Haley's voice. Dare shook her head and reached for the studded dildo. It would be positively perfect to start the man's training. After picking up her selection, she began sifting through the toys. Haley stepped up behind her, casually rubbing her fingers between the crack in Dare's ass. "If he wasn't here..." she trailed off, then took her hand away and scooped up one of the slimmer toys. "This one will have to do. I wouldn't want to damage him too badly the first time out."
"I brought lube. I wasn't sure if we'd need it, but I packed it just in case."
"Mmmm. Good girl," Haley murmured, her free hand reaching up to tangle in Dare's hair. She allowed the taller girl to tug her head back and opened her mouth without having to be told. Haley smiled and slowly slid the dildo between her lips. She didn't stop until the entire thing had disappeared into Dare's mouth and down her throat. A wicked smile slid across the taller woman's face and she leaned down to press another kiss to her lips, stretched wide around the toy. Her tongue pressed it a little deeper before she drew back. "I see someone has been practicing. Has Harper been keeping you on your knees?"
Dare only smiled around the bottom edge of the toy.
Haley smirked and pulled it free, then worked the toy into place. Dare heard it lock into the harness with a click. The harnesses and toys had been custom made for them, with a unique locking mechanism that allowed them to change dildos out at will without having to remove the entire harness. Then Haley lifted a brow at the toy Dare held in her hands. "Isn't that being a little optimistic?" she asked.
"Possibly." Dare shrugged a shoulder and lifted up the gag. "That's why I brought this."
"Lovely. Shall we?"
"In a moment. I want to do one last thing." Without another word, Dare reached out and allowed her fingers to probe between Haley's thighs once again. They sank in easily, the redhead's pussy swollen and wet. When she was done, she drew them out and then slid the dildo between Haley's thighs. Instead of pressing it up inside of her, she rubbed it against the woman's lips, twisted and turned it so that her body's lubricant was smeared all over the toy. A little bit of care saw several of the studs sliding against Haley's clit, eliciting another climax. When she was done, she turned the toy on herself and made sure to coat it with her own juices. The smell of sex was already thick on the air. Removing it from between her thighs, she lifted it so that the juice coated leather gleamed in the light. "There. That should be just perfect."
While Dare locked the dildo in place, she saw Haley wave a hand. It was the signal to Harper that they were ready for their prize. The chain that held him to the floor gave way with a metallic click. The tall redhead walked toward him, the fake cock jutting out from her groin. It was an extremely enticing picture and enough to make Dare wish they were alone. But that wasn't to be. So she picked up the gag and took it with her to the bed.
As yet, Barton hadn't fought Haley. When she wrapped a hand around his arm and began escorting him toward the bed, he didn't try to get away. He walked beside her almost as if he did this sort of thing every day. Obviously, the man had no idea what he was about to be in the middle of. It was likely he still thought they were going to put a show on for him. Dare smiled and stroked her hand up the length of the fake cock she wore. He was going to find out really damn fast what was going to happen here.
"On the bed on your hands and knees," Haley instructed. That caught his attention and he turned to look at her, his eyes suggesting he didn't think he'd heard her right. Haley caught the length of chain dangling from his cuffs and tossed it to Dare. She wrapped it around her hand and tugged, pulling the man off balance. He stumbled, but didn't do as he'd been told. "I won't tell you again, archer. On the bed. On your hands and knees."
"Its going to be damn hard for me to watch you two if I'm on my hands and knees," he replied.
Dare's laughter cut the air. Haley reached out a hand and wrapped it around her toy. "This isn't for Dare, archer. She requires something a little more... meaty. Oh, no. This, my dear human, is for you. You should thank my friend there. She made sure to bring the lube so that I don't destroy your ass when I take it."
"I don't swing that way." His words were quiet and full of conviction.
"Honey, in this place... Everyone swings that way," Dare informed him. She tugged the chain again, pulled it tight so that it forced him to bend his body down. She leaned down and took his chin in her other hand. "You're going to be our bitch, Barton. And you're going to learn to love it. Haley and I can be most generous to our toys when they go out of their way to please us. Ask Scott. He seems to really enjoy his position as Haley's toy." She paused, leaned in and rubbed her cheek against Barton's hair. Some lingering masculine scent still clung to it and it was so silky soft. That made her shudder in anticipation of having her hands in it. "And you already please us."
"Its going to take more than you have to get me to do what you want."
Dare watched as Haley began slicking the dildo up with lubricant. Apparently, she wasn't waiting very long on this. With a sigh, Dare ran a hand over his cheek, then leaned down even further until her nose was just barely touching his. "Now this is where you're wrong, gorgeous. Because if you don't do what we tell you to, I'm going to be very, very unhappy. And when I get unhappy... well," she paused to trail the tip of her tongue up the line of his nose. "I just get all weird in the head. And I tend to burn things. Tell me, lover, have you ever had someone set your insides on fire? Have you ever felt what its like to breathe flames? Because I can do it. I've done it. You scream and scream and scream until you have no more breath. Your body boils from the inside until your organs burst. Its a horrible, painful way to die. And, really, I don't want to do that to you. I would rather run my hands down your chest and touch you and let you do wonderfully wicked things to me. But we can't trust you yet. We need to break you so that, when all of that happens, I know I won't have to kill you."
"Dare." Haley's voice brought her attention to the other woman. A flick of her friend's green eyes toward the windows reminded her that Harper was watching and more than likely wanted them to get on with it. She sighed and leaned down that last little bit so that she could press her lips to Barton's.
"Be a good boy, baby. And I'll be good to you." Dare rose up, one hand reaching down to curl around the gag she'd brought with her. She knew that her words would be ignored, that he wouldn't bother playing nice for them. So she glanced at Haley and gave a slight nod of her head. The other woman smiled, then wrapped one arm around his waist and pressed close. He struggled to free himself, his hands clawing at the bedding in an effort to pull himself away from Haley. She kept tugging him back in place, her free hand working more of the lube up into his anus.
"You two are freaks. The minute I get free, I'm going to kill you both," he snarled and attempted to throw Dare backward off the bed. One leg shot out in an effort to kick Haley away from him. She simply side stepped it and batted his leg away from her.
"Mmm. Its so much more fun when they fight back," Haley whispered, her voice husky with need. She stepped in close to him so that the dildo touched his ass, then leaned over him until she was draped over his back. "Sticks and stones, Barton. Might I suggest that you not threaten to kill Dare?" Her voice was light, as if she was discussing the weather and not murder. "She finds it to be an aphrodisiac. The last person who threatened to kill her ended up in tiny bits of charred pieces."
The man lifted his head and glared at her, bared his teeth in silent promise. Dare smiled at him, stroked the cock she wore, then allowed a hand to dip between her thighs. After a few strokes, she removed her hand and lifted it to offer her fingers to him. Barton turned his head from her. A little girl's laugh bubbled up her throat as she smeared the taste of her across his skin. "Psycho whore." His words made her shudder. She wanted to continue playing this game with him, but they had places to go and people to do. Knowing that they had to get a move on, Dare gave one last pull on the chain and it sent him sprawling face first into the mattress.
Haley didn't waste any time at all. She curled her free hand around the base of the toy she wore and pressed the head of the rubber cock against his ass. His hands fisted into the bedding beneath him in preparation of attempting to pull away. Dare leaned down so that her mouth was beside his ear. "Don't even think about it, lover. Even if Haley and I were to let you fight us, Harper would ensure that you couldn't. Relax. It isn't as bad as you think. You might even like it."
He ignored her advice. His muscles tensed as he tried to pull himself away from the invading cock. Haley's arm about his waist kept him from going very far and, to her credit, she pressed the dildo into his ass as slowly as she could. Dare watched his face, saw it when he bit his lip to keep from crying out. His hands were fisted around the bedding, his arms tensed until they quivered. Damn it. He was trying to be all noble and shit. Heaving a sigh, she glanced at Haley again. The redhead nodded and shoved herself deep.
Clint lifted his head and let go a shrill cry of pain. It was exactly what Dare had been waiting for. She pressed the gag between his lips, in past his teeth, and buckled it behind his head. Blue eyes glared at her, made all the brighter by the black strap that cut across his face. The metal ring in the gag held his mouth wide open. A short rubber tube rested over the teeth, stopping at the lips. They'd found the need for the tube in order to keep their toys from swallowing their own teeth and she did so like a man with a pretty smile. There were metal strips on the side connecting the ring to the leather straps, cutting into his flesh. The sight of him bound and impaled, mouth gaping and in need of a cock to fill it, send a shudder rolling through her. "Be a good boy, lover. I'll try to be gentle with you."
One hand fisted in his hair and held his head up. She gave Haley a moment to force him further onto the bed, shoving him forward until he had no choice but to bring his knees up to rest on the edge of the mattress. The man was glaring daggers at her, promising her with his eyes that he would do horrible, horrible things to her when he got the chance. Smiling at the implied threat, Dare inched forward until the head of her own strap on touched his lips.
It was the only warning she was going to give him. Their eyes locked, she let go of the dildo and reached out to find the small chain that was connected to the harness. It was thin and almost the same length as the toy, with a hook on the end that she could clip to a small ring on the front of the gag. Once it was connected, there was no way he could pull off of the end of the toy until she let him. As soon as he was hooked, she let go of his head and once more took hold of the chain hanging from his wrists.
He's cursing you, Dare. Calling you a bitch and a whore. He hates being helpless. Hates being caught between the two of you. Again, Harper's voice brought with it the sensation of hands and lips, of teeth and cock. Touchingtastingbitinglickingfucking her. And yet, buried in the back of his mind is a small kernel of desire. He will break for you. Fuck his mouth, Dare. Fuck him. The telepath paused for a moment or two, then he chuckled. The sound, echoing deep inside her head, made her shudder and press her hips forward. She felt the first of the studs glide over his flesh, bump against his teeth through the rubber tube. Fuck him, my sweet. Abuse him. Bloody him. Break him.
She found her rhythm, her hips pumping with slow, even strokes. Even though it was merely a toy, she could still feel the tension against it as he fought having it fill his mouth. There was a small protrusion jutting from the lower part of the harness, a piece that circled the sensitive nubbin of her clit. A piece that moved and vibrated with each thrust, each swallow, each scream of pain or terror. It fed sensations into her body, pusher her higher and higher toward her own climax. But it wasn't nearly enough.
She needed something more.
Harper's imaginary fingers brushed her nipples and tweaked her clit. Use the chain, pet. Pull it between your pussy lips and rock your hips against it.
Dare shuddered, found the chain with one hand and drew it up over the base of her dildo, then threaded it between her thighs. The cold links sank easily between her lips until she could feel the metal touching her clit. She pulled it tight and settled her hand against the small of her back. The chain snuggled between her ass cheeks, the rounded edges catching against the pucker of her ass. A cautious pelvic thrust pressed more of the cock into his mouth while rubbing the chain against her clit and ass. She groaned loudly and let the sensations pour through her. Let her hips flex and roll on their own.
The hand that didn't have hold of the chain was curled tightly around his head, fingers buried in the softness of his hair. His body shifted back and forth between her and Haley, their thrusts synched so that he was impaled fully on both cocks at the same time.
And Harper was there with her, filling her mind with the sensations that both of her partners were feeling. The pain and degradation that rolled through Barton, mingled with a perverse sense of pleasure and desire. She could feel his cock twitching, his balls tightening down as Haley's toy glided over his prostate again and again. She could feel that he wanted to be buried in one of their cunts, wanted to fuck them both and show them who the boss was. Images tumbled through her mind, scenes where he was fucking one of them while the other rode his face. Or the three of them were sandwiched together and he was fucking one hole while the other was occupied by one of the toys they'd brought with. Despite his announcement that he didn't swing that way, he was enjoying himself more than he wanted to admit. And he wanted so much more than they were giving him.
From Haley, she sensed the woman's growing need. Her harness had a similar protrusion on it. The redhead wanted someone's cock buried inside of her and it didn't matter if it was her ass or her cunt. She wanted relief in the worst possible way. There was a wish that she didn't need to have both hands on his hips, that she could slip one between them and finger herself while she fucked Barton's ass. There was also the desire to force his head between her thighs and make him eat her out until she passed out from exhaustion.
Topping all of it was the feeling of Harper's hand wrapped around his cock, his fist stroking up and down the length of his shaft while he watched them fuck their toy. She could see in her minds eye that his legs were spread wide, feet resting on the control panel, while he fisted himself. His free hand cupped his balls, squeezing and toying with them. Under it all was the tightness of muscle that suggested he'd filled his ass with a plug of some sort. She could hear him whispering in her mind, begging her to fuck him, to suck his cock, to let him cum on her face. To let him watch her as Haley rode her. To have her impaled on three different cocks all at once.
Dare lost sense of herself, knew only the movement of her hips and the grating of the chain over her clit and ass. She moved mindlessly as pleasure and climax rolled through her. And it didn't end, kept continuing as Harper urged her to keep fucking him, to keep pleasing herself. Electric shocks coursed through her body. kept the tension from completely unraveling so that she always seemed on the verge of release even while in the middle of it.
That's enough, Dare. With those three simple words, Harper shut off everything he'd shared with her. Her hand released the chain that she held, felt it slowly slip from between her lips so that it dropped to the bed. She found Haley once again blanketing their toy's back, her shoulders rising in such a way that it suggested she was panting heavily for breath. Dare reached down and found the small chain that held the dildo in Barton's mouth and unhooked it, then pulled all of the way back. He tried to catch his weight on his arms, but they trembled and he tumbled down into the mattress.
She undid the harness with shaking fingers and tossed it absently to the floor. Haley was standing, her hands doing the same. Barton simply laid on the bed and didn't move. Flicking a glance toward Haley, Dare carefully rolled him onto his back. His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling in slow, deep breaths as he worked to return his breathing to normal. Her fingers undid the gag and pulled it from his mouth carefully before she threw it over the side of the bed. One blue eye popped open to look up at her. The bed shifted as Haley crawled in to settle on his other side.
"I think you may have broken something, Dare. There's blood on his beautiful mouth," Haley commented, her fingers trailing down his arm. She'd obviously brought him to orgasm because his dick was soft, the head glistening with remnants of his release. Dare's gaze moved from his crotch to his face where fluid left bloody trails from the corners of his mouth down his cheeks. Even his lips had been painted a shining crimson, reminding her of tart cherries. He wasn't bleeding badly, but she planned on having it looked at by their doctor. She was taken by the urge to taste it and see if he tasted as good as he looked.
"Well, I guess I'm going to have to kiss it and make it better." Dare leaned over him, her mouth touching his gently. She wasn't sure if it was an automatic response or if he knew what he was doing, but his lips pressed hers, his tongue tracing the seam between them. The kiss deepened, her tongue dipping into his mouth to explore it, to lap at the blood that flowed and revel in its taste as it slid down her throat.
When she lifted her head, he was looking at her with wide, confused eyes. The warm stickiness of his blood painted her lips, no doubt lending her the look of a clown with garishly done lipstick. "His mouth and lips taste so good, Haley. I wonder if the rest of him tastes just as yummy?"
"There's only one way to find out, Dare."
Her lips blazed a path from his lips to his navel, her mouth pressing kisses to his flesh while her tongue lapped at the salty sweat that formed there. She worked her way lower and lower, letting the tip of her tongue dip into the indentation of his belly button. That touch brought forth a shudder and she felt his hands shift, as if he wanted to take hold of her. Not yet, archer. Not quite yet. Her mouth moved once more, her lips coming into contact with the head of his cock. Another shudder rocked him as her tongue lapped at the slit gently, cleaning away the remains of his climax. He tried biting off a groan, but it spilled forth anyway when she sucked him into her mouth. He wasn't too tired to buck his hips in an effort to get her to swallow him down.
"You paint such a lovely picture, Dare. You should see this." Haley's voice broke her concentration. Dare lifted her head to stare at her friend, allowing Barton's cock to drop from her mouth. A trail of bloody kisses was smeared across his chest along with thin lines that Dare knew had come from her hair sliding through the wet blood. There was even a hint of red around his shaft. "You should have been an artist."
"You never saw what I did to my last toy," Dare smirked and returned to settle down on the bed beside their new toy. "I do believe that breaking the archer is going to be way too much fun."
"I think you're right, Dare. And I plan on enjoying every minute of it."
