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No Man's Land
Title: No Man's Land
Chapter Five: Interruptions
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
The fuzz in her brain was gone, leaving her feeling exposed and slightly confused. The room looked the same as it always did, but something about it was different. She couldn't put her finger on what that something was, though. Maybe if she thought really hard about it...
Jehnna stared around the sleeping quarters she shared with Warren and tried to think of what was out of place. The bed was still rumpled from earlier, before he'd gotten up to go... Her mind shied away from what he was doing, as if it didn't want to deal with it. That was okay. She didn't mind. Instead, she moved her gaze from the bed to the crumpled leather pants in the corner. Warren had been wearing those last night when he'd returned and... Her clothes were a small pile next to his. She hadn't bothered to dress yet. That should bother her more than it did. Shouldn't it? Frowning, she tried to recall why she should be bothered by her state of undress, but all that happened was the rattle of the windows in their frames.
Stopping, she looked around to make sure that no one was there to chastise her. She wasn't supposed to think like that. It hurt Roxxy's ears when she did, made Logan mad enough that he snarled at her like some caged beast.
Logan frightened her.
When she was sure that the windows wouldn't shake again, she turned once more to the task of finding what was out of place in Warren's rooms. Expensive paintings hung on the walls, breaking up the cream color of the paint that covered the top half of the walls. The bottom was done in a darkly stained wainscoting that raced all the way round the room. She giggled at that. As if wood could actually race a room.
She studied the whole room carefully. None of the furnishings were out of place. The bed were where it had always been, as were the chairs and their matching couch. The end tables and... That was it. The pictures were missing. Her eyes landed on the bed side table and frowned. Where had the picture of she and Warren gone? The one they'd taken on their skiing trip. She'd been wrapped up in his arms and they'd been laughing at some joke she could no longer remember. The picture of him opening the gift she got him for that first Christmas they were together. That was gone, too. All of the pictures were gone, each and every memory she had of their life together was missing.
Had someone stolen her memories? Looking around, she thought that something else was missing from their room. Peering behind her to make sure she was alone, she tried very hard to recall what it was that should have been there besides their pictures. Something that had been soft and frilly. Something that had sat against the wall near the bathroom. Something...
The windows clattered ominously in their frames, bringing her concentration to an end. And before she could grab hold of the wispy memories that had formed, the door to the room opened and Warren stepped in. Just a look from him let her know she was in trouble.
Without saying anything, he shut the door behind him and moved for the bathroom. She didn't move, knowing that to do so would invite his temper. She didn't want him to hurt her. Not like he'd hurt... No! She couldn't think of that. It had never happened. Warren would never do anything like that. Not her Angel.
Only a small amount of time had passed when he came out of the bathroom. He had a syringe in his hand and the frown on his face was terribly frightening. She didn't like it when he was mad at her. "I'm sorry, Warren. I didn't mean to. It was an accident."
"You know the rules, Jehnna." That was all he said. She hung her head, feeling very much like she was a small child who'd been caught taking a cookie without permission. His hand curled around her arm as he moved for the couch, pulling her along with him. She went without a word, allowed him to push her down onto her knees before the couch. When he sat, she was positioned between his legs. He held up the syringe, then laid it down on the table closest to them. "You know what happens now, Jehnna."
"I do, Warren. I'm really sorry," she whispered. When he didn't reply, she reached with shaking hands for the fly of his jeans. She hated touching him like this, hated that he was so... He wasn't her Warren. Was he?
The zipper gave easily and her hands made quick work of pushing his jeans from his hips. He even lifted up so that she could pull them down far enough to expose his erection. She didn't like it. She didn't want to touch him, didn't want to do this. But there was no escaping him, no escaping this. No escaping.
For a moment, a sense of despair welled up to choke her with its intensity. "Please, Warren. Don't make me do this. You know I don't like it."
"And that's why you're doing it. Because you don't like it. Maybe this will remind you the next time." For just a moment, his voice was soft and gentle. Just like he once had been. Before... "Quit stalling, Jehnna. Do it or I'll let Haley and Dare punish you this time."
That scared her even more than he did. She'd seen what they'd done to their toys. She didn't want to end up like that. She tried to recall what it had been like before, when he'd been all soft and tender with her. When he hadn't been so hard and cold. It was getting harder and harder to remember those days.
Her fingers were pale against the blue of his skin and, as always, she recoiled slightly when she let herself touch him. His skin was so cold and hard. It was like touching stone. Or death. She hated that so much.
The rush of blood to his cock gave it a slightly purplish hue. She was always turned off by that. He knew it, too. That was why he punished her like this, made her touch him when he was so cold and unyielding. She wanted her Warren back, the one with supple soft skin and gentle eyes. Not this monster who kind of looked like him. "Jehnna."
She jumped and realized she'd been stalling. Firming up her resolve, she curled her hand around his shaft and gave it a stroke. As always, it felt so unlike him. Even with a full erection, his skin felt cold to the touch. But her touch saw it twitching in her hold, just like it always did. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to touch it or him or...
His hand curled around her head and forced her face down toward his crotch. She'd stalled too long. He had no more patience. Swallowing hard, she inched forward and opened her mouth over him. She couldn't do this. Not again. She didn't want him inside of her. Didn't like it. Didn'tlikeitdidn'tlikeit. Didn'tlike...
"Suck me hard, Jehnna." There was groan in his voice and his erection got harder, if that was even possible. Slowly, oh so slowly, she swallowed him down. He wouldn't accept anything but her taking the whole thing. If she failed, he'd only grab hold of her head and force himself down her throat until she gagged and choked. He was so cold inside her mouth. It wasn't Warren.
She must have stalled because his hips surged up toward her, his hand tightening on the back of her skull. He rammed the entire length into her mouth and down her throat. And his hips didn't stop moving, didn't stop thrusting despite the fact that she couldn't breathe and kept gagging.
All she could see was that day, when he'd come back. When he'd been so alien and everything she'd ever cared for had been taken from her. She wanted to scratch him, wanted to hurt him the way he was hurting her. Her fingers dug into his thighs, prompting him to thrust harder. "That's it, baby. You know I love it when you play rough."
He'd said that to her once before. Her mind slipped away from her, taking her back to that day, when they'd been a happy, normal couple. They'd been in bed, playing and she'd teasingly raked her nails down his chest. It had excited him and had prompted him to ask her for more. He'd called her baby then, too. Her Warren, with the tanned skin that was warm and soft to the touch. Her Angel, with his pure white feathers. Her lover and husband. Father of her child.
She lifted her head from his lap to look at him, eyes wide with confusion. She looked around the room again, seeking out the bassinet that had once sat up against the wall. "Where's our baby, Warren? Where is she?"
"There is no baby, Jehnna. You're imagining things again. We never had a child."
"Where do you want to take her for her birthday? We can invite the rest of the team and make it a day. Won't she look so pretty in the little pink dress I bought for her?"
She heard Warren sigh and turned to look at him once again. For a moment, there was a look of sorrow on his face. Then he was pulling her up from her knees, dragging her into his lap. He said nothing, simply positioned her over him. "Maybe this time we'll make a little brother or sister for her. What do you think?"
"There's no baby, Jehnna. There never was." He dragged her down on top of him, shoving himself deep inside of her. It was hard and it hurt and it shattered the images tumbling through her brain. A tiny face with blue eyes and golden hair ran from her, laughing as it went. Childish laughter echoed in her head even as pain speared her heart.
He was fucking her, using her like a doll. Coldness spread through her at the touch of his skin against hers. It was hard and rough and it hurt. There was no sleek gliding, only a kind of dull pain that ripped through her time and again. He forced himself up into her, his hands leaving her hips to grab at her breasts. They were hard and cold, just like the rest of him. He squeezed hard, tugged at her nipples until they ached. Then his mouth found one breast and it felt like she was freezing inside and out. Because he never stopped driving himself into her, even though she didn't want it and didn't like it and didn't...
"God, Jehnna. You feel so good like this." He groaned the words against her breast. It made her shudder, but not because she liked it. "Now be a good girl and continue to fuck me. If you prove to me that you can follow orders, I'll make it all better."
She didn't want to do it. She didn't want to be on top of him like this. But there was no choice. She knew that, somewhere way deep inside. Hesitantly, she settled her hands on his shoulders and used them to lever herself up far enough to slide his erection out of her a little before lowering herself back down. She closed her eyes against the knowing look in his and tried to pretend. But it didn't work.
She didn't like this and she was dry, so each thrust pulled and tugged and her most sensitive skin and left her burning with pain. But she continued. The sooner this was over with, the happier she'd be.
His hands stroked her skin, leaving icicles prickling under the surface. "You're so beautiful like this, baby. You know you love this. You love it just as much as I do." His voice was low and husky, filled with heat. Did she? Did she love this? She couldn't remember. Why would she love something that made her hurt so badly? She didn't understand that.
But if Warren said she loved it, she must. She shifted her hips a little faster, tried to bring him closer to the edge. She couldn't remember why, but she wanted this done. She wanted to get off of him and...
And what? She couldn't remember what she wanted.
"Harder, baby. Fuck me harder."
Jehnna did as she was told. It still burned, still hurt her. But she did as she was told. His hands left her body, but only for a moment. Soon enough, his fingers grazed her back as he leaned into her. It shifted his position inside of her, drew a gasp from her throat as he went deeper. She felt his hand at her backside, fingers pinching one cheek. Then there was a stinging sensation, followed by a different kind of burn.
This burn wasn't like the other. It didn't stay centered between her thighs. It rose up her spine toward her head, slid down her arms and legs until they tingled and seemed to float away from her. Slowly, gradually, the fuzziness returned, leaving her feeling as if she was flying. Soaring above the clouds. Her body was liquid and solid and on fire. And he was inside of her, hard and thick just for her. She turned eyes that felt much bigger than her face toward him and offered him a dreamy smile. "You're so beautiful, Warren. I love you."
"I love you, too, Jehnna," he returned. "Now fuck me harder, baby. Fuck me until you scream."
His words rumbled down her spine, straight to her cunt. It went wet with desire and she applied herself to her task more intently. Warren's hand, his perfect hands, were warm and loving as they cupped her breasts and played with her nipples. His hips snapped up in time with her own.
Mmmm. Yes. There was no place in the world she'd rather be than in his lap, riding his cock. She fucked him harder. And she screamed.
~*~*~*~*~
As one, she and Haley turned to look at the man stretched out between them. He was watching them both with wary blue eyes, as if he expected yet another attack on his person. Haley was absently running the chain dangling from his cuffs through a ring attached to the head of the bed. It drew his arms over his head in order to keep him from getting up and going anywhere. Dare let her fingers wander across his belly, tracing invisible patterns into his skin. Her eyes catalogued every single scar she could see, memorizing them so that she would know where they were supposed to be later, after she and Haley left their own marks on the man. Just imagining him bloodied and bruised was enough to make her hot.
"Haley," she whispered, voice husky with need. Her friend lifted green eyes that glittered with knowledge. Dare didn't need to say anymore. As one, they rose up and leaned across him, their breasts pressed against his torso as their mouths met. Haley was the aggressor this time, as was usual with them, her tongue pressing deep into Dare's mouth. There was nothing quite so exciting to them as sharing the taste of one of their partners with one another. Especially when that taste was their own. Even if she refused to admit it, Haley was sampling the flavor of their toy to determine whether he was worth enjoying further. Anyone who didn't meet with the redheaded Amazon's approval ended up broken and battered in short order.
They rose up on their knees, moving as one person while their mouths clung and their tongues danced. When they knelt over him, their hands began exploring well known curves. Fingers teased nipples, plucking and pulling at them before shifting to knead at the full swell of the attached breasts. Haley's mouth finally left Dare's, blazed a trail of tiny, heated kisses down to the spot where shoulder met neck. Once there, Haley began biting at Dare's flesh, her teeth nibbling and nipping before her tongue soothed and her mouth sucked. Her hands found the curve of Dare's ass, her fingers squeezing the globes before drifting in to the center so that she could tease Dare's asshole with the tip of a finger.
The pyrokinetic couldn't stop the soft moans and strangled gasps from leaving her throat. Her body felt as if it was on fire, need pouring through her where ever the other woman touched her. Her hands shifted their attention away from Haley's breasts, slid down her toned belly until they reached just below her navel. One hand went to the side, fingers curling around a hip tightly while the other hand shifted lower and parted the swollen lips guarding Haley's pussy. She pressed three fingers into her, fucked her friend with long, slow strokes even while a pair of Haley's fingers coated themselves with the moisture between Dare's thighs and then speared into her ass.
She muttered something foul when Haley lifted her head, her eyes popping open when the other woman chuckled. She could see that the redhead was watching their toy with eyes gone dark from lust and her luscious lips were curled up in a smile. An appreciative sound rolled up her throat. "Oh, Harper was right. Dare's ass is nice and tight. It makes me wish that I had a dick of my own because I'd shove it in there and fuck her until she screamed."
As if to punctuate her words, Haley shoved her fingers as deep as she could get them. Dare's spine arched as she tossed her head back, a loud cry filling the silence of the room. Harper's voice was filled with laughter as it blew through her mind. Haley has no clue, does she, my sweet? Perhaps you should tell your toy what you like best about my sister. The suggestion saw Dare smiling. She pulled her hand from between the other woman's thighs and showed them to the man on the bed, allowing him to see the thick, creamy substance that coated her fingers.
"Haley's pussy is always eager for someone's fingers or cock or mouth. When we play, she's always this wet for me. I love burying my head between her thighs and eating her out until she tries to squirm away from me. More often than not, she has to grab my head and jerk it away from her. She's such a whore."
Haley withdrew her fingers from Dare's ass so that she could land a hard smack against the curve of one cheek. "Watch your mouth. If either of us is a whore, it would be you. Dirty little slut."
"You're just mad because its the truth. And you know the truth hurts."
"I'll show you hurts the next time I strap on your favorite dildo." Haley smirked at Dare, then turned her attention back to the man stretched out between them. "Don't listen to her. She's a huge whore. She comes so hard when she gets fucked in the ass." She paused long enough to give him an evil smirk. "Kind of like you did."
Dare glanced down at Barton and offered him a knowing smile. "You should see her when she lets her pet between her thighs. I swear, he spends hours there." Dare looked at her friend, then leaned down so that her face was only inches from his. "She needs a real man, not some side show freak who does everything she tells him to do. Imagine what you could do to her if you threw her on her back and climbed between her legs. Or maybe if you put her on all fours and fucked her like a dog. She might cum for you like she does for her brother. Harper makes her..."
Dare never finished that thought. Haley wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up onto her knees. She could feel the smooth, stone like quality of Haley's skin against her own. Pale marble banded her belly and just under her breasts, effectively pinning her against Haley's chest. "Shame on you. Those are secrets that our toy isn't allowed to know yet. When he's been properly broken in, you can tell him all you want. But for now..." Haley's voice trailed off and one hand dipped low to feed a trio of her fingers up into Dare's cunt. Hard. Her other hand curled around Dare's breast and squeezed.
"You get to see how pretty she is when she cums, Barton. And trust me. She makes a lovely picture when she creams herself." Haley's voice was filled with determination. The hand between Dare's thighs stroked hard and deep. By the third thrust, Dare's hips rocked into Haley's hand, earning her a tweak to one nipple that brought a gasp to her throat. "No moving. You will remain still and let me do the work."
Dare said nothing, simply spread her thighs a little wider to give Haley better access. Her fingers stroked in and out, the smooth stone tips questing for her g-spot. It took everything in her to keep her hips still, to prevent herself from seeking a quicker release. Haley's arms were as tight as they could be in an effort to keep Dare from moving and, if she slipped, the hand toying with her breast would squeeze until pain rolled through her. And then the game would start all over again.
"He's watching you, slut," Haley whispered in her ear. "He's watching my fingers fuck your cunt. The faces you're making. The bruises that are forming around your tit and its eager nipple. I can see in his eyes that he's the one who wants to do this to you. He wants to tease you until you beg him to fuck you. He wants to drive his cock into your hungry, hot, eager little cunt over and over again. He can picture himself shoving his dick into your ass. He wants to ride you until you scream for him."
Her words prompted Dare to open her eyes and looked down into the archer's face. Sweat had beaded up on his brow, his hands curled tightly around the chain holding them up above his head. The tension was in his arms and neck. It matched the tension that was slowly coiling up tightly in her belly. Haley's fingers were working at her, thrusting in and out with a rhythm that alternated between slow and deep and hard and fast.
They'd done this enough that Haley knew the signs, could sense when Dare's orgasm was imminent. The way her hold tightened on Dare's body let the pyrokinetic know that the other woman was aware that it would only take a few more strokes before she exploded in climax. The stone fingers delved deeper, stroked harder, and Haley's thumb settled over her clit. The tension was at its peak, ready to unfurl and slide away in a wash of pleasure. But Haley stilled, her arms still pinning Dare's body against her chest.
This had happened before, too. Dare knew that Harper was talking to Haley, their mental connection something that never seemed to be very far away. Once upon a time, she'd thought to be jealous. But then she'd realized that she didn't want Harper in her brain all the time so she'd never worried about it again. However, Harper had the worst timing in the world. She'd been so close and she wanted to cum so badly. If the look on Barton's face was anything to go by, he wanted to see the same thing happen.
Several moments passed as Harper and Haley had their conversation. Dare hung in her arms, tempted to finish herself off by slipping her own hand between her thighs. But she knew from experience that such action would earn her further punishment. So she remained still, kept her eyes on the man on the bed. As the conversation went on, she allowed her gaze to rake his frame, once more taking in every inch of Barton's body. Muscles rippled and shifted as he moved, rolling under the scars that left white lines in the tan of his skin. Her mouth watered to see his nipples, small and flat with exception of the tiny little peak in the center, begging to be suckled and nibbled.
And his cock... Seeing the hard, turgid length of his dick was almost what she needed to finally cum.
~*~*~*~*~
Harper muttered a curse under his breath, tempted to take his ire out on the man who'd interrupted his fun. But that would solve nothing and would counter the order he'd given telling his people to fetch him whenever anything strange happened. Morgan's time couldn't have been better. He cast one last glance at the show his sister was making of his pet pyrokinetic and frowned. He really didn't want to miss a moment of the archer's first training session. Haley and Dare were ever inventive when it came to finding ways to break the spirit of their toys.
"Sir?" the young man asked. There was a hesitance in his voice, as if he hadn't wanted to be the one to deliver this news.
"Wait for me outside. I'll be just a moment." He swore he heard the man nod his head, then he was gone. The moment the door shut, Harper began working at putting his erection back in his pants. It was likely he should let Haley know what was happening. I have to leave you, sister dear. Apparently Morgan is hysterical and none of our fervent little followers can calm her. I have to attend to it myself.
The moment his voice filled her head, she stilled. Dare was still caught in her grip. He risked a glance and groaned at the sight of her arms, pale as marble, wrapped tightly around the other woman's milky skin. While his sister was looking at him, the other woman kept staring at the man stretched out before them. The look on her face suggested she wanted to eat him up. Curious. You're going to miss the best part, brother. There was a faint pout in Haley's voice.
I trust you to tell me all about it later. He knew she would, too. She and Dare both loved sharing their conquests. Usually in the middle of a bit of play. What he'd seen so far convinced him that they were going to have much more fun with the man before they actually broke him. Harper was looking forward to that.
You know I will, brother dear. Go. Deal with Morgan. She obviously needs your special touch. Dare and I can handle the archer. After all, he is only human. There was a hint of disgust in her voice on the last, letting him know exactly how she felt about Barton. He would be fun enough to play with, to try and break, but that was all he was good enough for where Haley was concerned.
Make sure Dare behaves herself. And that goes for you, too, sister dear. I wouldn't want to have to remind you of your place. He allowed just a hint of a threat to leak into his voice, a subtle warning that she should remember which one of them was in control here. There was an indignant snort in the back of head that suggested she felt she didn't need to be reminded of it. Assured that she would listen to him, he closed the connection between them and rose from the chair. Another quick glance at the two women showed they were still entwined.
Barton was in for quite the show.
Harper let himself out of the control room and strode briskly up the hall. It had been some time since he'd had to deal with Morgan personally. He made an attempt to slip into her mind but found himself blocked. It happened from time to time, usually when she was in the middle of a full vision. Most of the time, she was mild and calm. But there were occasions where the visions were so strong and so overwhelming that they pushed the woman into a full blown panic. They'd found out first hand just how strong Morgan could be when she was caught in one of those visions.
The messenger was no where to be seen. Apparently, he'd hurried back upstairs as quickly as he'd been able. The halls were empty. Obviously no one wanted to run into him on his way to Morgan's room. He couldn't blame them. They all knew how he got when he was pulled away from a training session.
He heard Morgan long before he reached her door. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, though if she was actually saying anything, he really couldn't tell. A pair of guards stood on either side of the closed panel, the looks on their faces telling him plainly that they were glad he was there. "You can go. I'll handle her on my own." The two almost ran up the hall.
Taking a moment, he stood before the door and drew a deep breath into his lungs. It was going to take time and effort to settle her down. She wouldn't be able to tell him what had her so upset if she wasn't moderately calm. And the way she was screaming suggested that might be a while.
Finally, Harper pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Morgan lay on the floor, on her back. She'd stripped herself of clothing, allowing him to see that she'd left bruises and scratches in her skin. Droplets of blood peppered the floor and stained the paleness of her flesh. Her face was red, her hair in a mess around her head. She was mid-scream. "Morgan. What is it, my sweet? What has you so upset?"
His voice was soft and gentle, soothing. It worked exactly the way he wanted it to. The moment she heard him, the screaming died away. Green eyes bright with tears and fear stared up at him. It seemed to take a few seconds for her to recognize him but when she did, she climbed to her feet so that she could stand before him. Her hands fisted into his shirt with surprising strength. "You have to stop them, Harper."
"Have to stop who, Morgan? What have you seen this time?" He reached up to brush her hair down, doing his best to work the tangles from her hair with his fingers. He could feel that she was shivering. Her vision had to have been terrible and frightening.
"They're coming," she whispered. He watched as her eyes unfocused and slipped back into the images that had her so scared. "They're coming to destroy us. They're coming."
"Who, Morgan? Who's coming?" Harper tried to bring her to the point right away. But she was lost in her vision, her voice taking on an eerie, almost sing-song quality.
"They'recomingthey'recomingthey'recomingthey'recomingthey'recomingthey'recoming..." she chanted, voice rising on each word until she was almost shouting. Harper cupped her face in his hands and made her look at him. "They're coming, Harper."
"Tell me who you've seen, Morgan. Tell me who's coming." He made sure that urgency laced his voice, hoping it would help calm her so that she could tell him what she'd seen in her vision. She said nothing, simply stared as if she was seeing the things in her head as though they weren't in her head.
"Humans, Harper. Humans are coming." As soon as she said it, she started shivering harder. Unwilling to allow her to harm herself further, his hands stroked slowly down her arms and back, his touch feather light as it moved over her. Gradually, she calmed and relaxed into him, her body pressed tight to his. "Its horrible. So horrible."
"Shhh, Morgan. Relax. It can't hurt you." He leaned down to press a kiss against the top of her head. She whimpered softly. "Let me see, Morgan. Let me see what you saw. Let me see what the humans are going to do."
He kept his voice low as he murmured soft, nonsensical things into her ear. Inch by slow inch, her body relaxed into his until she was limp and pliant against him. This time, when he slipped into her mind, there was no resistance. Nor did it take long to find the images he was searching for. They were almost entirely on the surface of her mind.
Bodies move through the shadows, silent and stealthy, as they march ever forward toward the mansion in the distance. The air around them simmers with their determination, their faces set in grim masks. All of them are armed in some fashion or another. Some carry guns. Some carry knives or swords. Some carry pitchforks. Some simply carry clubs and cudgels.
A whisper drifts across the night, bringing the invaders to a halt. Moments tick by, then early morning sun flashes off a familiar suit of red and gold. It is much battered, attesting to the battles it has seen. Iron Man lands at the head of the group and stares at them briefly before his helmet splits and the gold face lifts away. Tony Stark looks as grim as the rest of the humans. "They're waiting for us just up ahead. Sensors indicate that there are at least two dozen people. Its time to break into teams."
"Tony, we don't know that they've got Clint. We don't know that they've got any of our people." The voice belongs to a woman and soon, a face appears to go with it. She sports short dark hair and a serious expression.
"Clint is a professional, Jan. You know that. He would have come back. At the very least, he would have reported in." Tony sounds as if he doesn't really want to believe it. Perhaps he doesn't. He's worked with Clint Barton long enough to know how the man thinks and how he would act. His faith in his teammate and friend is, as yet, untarnished.
"And if they killed him?"
"They wouldn't have killed him." Tony doesn't fully believe that, even though he tries terribly hard to sound sure of himself.
"Every report we've ever gotten on the group here says that they have no tolerance for humans, Tony. Clint's dead. We're not on a rescue mission. We're out for revenge." This is said by Luke Cage. The big black man looks as if he's ready to rip someone's head off with his bare hands. He's strong enough to do it. "Harper Stone doesn't play."
"I know exactly what kind of person Harper Stone is. In case you've forgotten, Fury has detailed dossiers on every single one of the mutants who now control Westchester." Tony doesn't sound impressed.
"Is it true that he's got a fire starter?" This comes from Johnny Storm. The Human Torch, once cocky and almost arrogant, he's now a serious man with a singular focus. They turn to look at him.
"Its true, though no one has ever seen his pyrokinetic. Fury's file is rather limited. Most people who meet Harper Stone's pyrokinetic meet with their own death." This is a detail that Tony is not pleased to report. Luke and Jan frown, but Johnny gives a toned down version of his cocky grin.
"So if he brings the pyro along, leave him to me."
"We don't have any clue what kind of power Stone's pyro packs. We do know that he has Archangel and Gambit on his side. If he brings them with, we might be in trouble. Rumors have been going wild that the Cajun is more powerful than we were led to believe. We have to be careful. You won't do anything unless I give you orders, Johnny."
They all fall silent. What more is there to say? Everyone is thinking what Luke has said. They're not here to rescue anyone. They're here to exact revenge for the death of a friend and compatriot. At least they're evenly matched. Tony turns to look at his warriors. Its time for the obligatory pep talk. But he has no idea what to say to them. The loss of one of their friends weighs heavily on them. He can see it in their faces. What can he say to make them feel better about what they're about to do?
Before Tony can come up with something appropriate, a scream of pain comes from the back of the group and, suddenly, they're surrounded by mutants. He curses under his breath before the gold face plate slams back into place and he launches himself into the sky.
On the ground, the warriors who have come with him throw themselves into battle. It is frenzied, with yells and cries punctuating the sounds of fists meeting flesh. The humans and mutants are in a flurry of motion, each trying to overcome the other. The humans fight for revenge. The mutants fight to drive the humans back. Though the numbers are evenly matched, the humans know that many of them are no match for the mutants.
Most of them are normal, with normal strength. And many of them have been disarmed before they can even fire off a shot or lift their weapon. Bursts of flame cut the shadows, Johnny launching fireballs at the mutants in an effort to inflict damage. Luke is trading blows with a mutant who doesn't seem to have problems with his strength. And Jan is no where to be seen, but that doesn't worry Tony. Not yet.
And then there's a cry. Pietro Maximoff seemingly appears out of nowhere. He is on the ground, not moving. He is some distance from the group. Tony drops altitude, closes the distance so that he can check on the speedster. Blood shows against the man's clothing, wet and slick in the early morning light. He's injured and...
The image faded so quickly that Harper didn't have a chance to see how badly Pietro had been wounded. And then Morgan was keening again, pulling from his embrace to throw herself down on the bed. Her voice was hoarse, but she still managed to make enough noise that Harper's ears ached from it. There was no way he could get back into her head.
"Morgan! You need to calm down and tell me why you're so upset." He tried the soothing tones again. She didn't seem to hear him. Her screams were taking on a hysterical note and he could tell that she was calling out Maximoff's name. Why would she be calling for him? What did he have to do with all this?
If she was calm, he could figure it out. But he'd never bothered to spend much time in Morgan's head. When she was on drugs, everything was fuzzy and it felt as if he was trying to swim through fur soup. When she was lucid, the insanity that had broken her didn't allow him to dip very far into her mind. He was going to have to go at this a different way.
Stepping back from the bed, Harper tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. His jeans went next. His anger at being disturbed had deflated his erection but that was of no matter. Morgan had always had a tight ass and sweet tits. Looking at her naked was all he needed to fuel his lusts. "Morgan. Look at me, my sweet."
Something in his voice must have caught her attention because the shrieking died away. She didn't look at him, but she lay still and silent on her stomach upon the bed. Harper closed the distance between them and let one hand trail lightly up the back of her calf. His fingers tickled slightly at the bend in her knee before moving on to her thigh. He felt her shiver under his touch. She didn't move, but he could feel her anticipation. It had stolen the confusion and the fear away.
Her ass was firm under his palm as it shaped itself to the curve. He gave it a squeeze, then let his hand drift. It moved over and down until his hand slid between her thighs. She shifted, granting him room so that he could trace the edges of her nether lips. "Come on and sit up, Morgan. Be a good girl. I've got something special for you."
She rolled onto her back and looked up at him. The green of her eyes glittered as she stared at him but this time, it was in desire and need. Her gaze swept down his frame until it landed on his steadily growing cock. She stared at it for a few seconds, then lifted her eyes back to his face. "For me?"
"Yes, Morgan," Harper replied and climbed up onto the bed. His body covered hers. She promptly wrapped her legs around his waist. "Just for you."
~*~*~*~*~
Finally, Haley's arms loosened their hold and let Dare go. She dropped to her hands and knees, trying hard to regain herself. The bed shifted as Haley slid off. Glancing through her hair, she watched as the taller woman wandered over to the wall unit and typed in a few codes. The lighting in the room dimmed, became more subtle. The music didn't change. Haley returned to the bed with a smile on her face. "Harper's had to go deal with a problem. We're alone here."
"Oh?" Dare lifted a brow. Her gaze flicked toward the blonde before returning back to Haley's face. There was a question in her grey eyes. Haley's smile became a grin. "What are we going to do?"
"Our new toy was so good today, I think he deserves a little bit of a reward." Haley's fingers found the small button on the metal cuffs that opened them up. Barton eyed them warily as he sat up and rubbed absently at his wrists.
"What do you mean by reward?"
"Harper has given us very specific instructions that we are never to let you have sex with us. Technically, you aren't even allowed to cum on our skin. He can be a fucking kill joy sometimes." Dare shook her head, then reached for the man's cock. "Personally, I find myself eager to find out if you're as good with this arrow as you are with all the rest."
His hand curled around her wrist, fingers tight enough to whiten her skin but not so tight that he was in danger of hurting her. "So what are you saying? I get to fuck both of you?"
"Yes," Dare whispered, her head dipping so that she could finally suck on that tempting nipple. She felt him shiver under her touch. Haley sat on the edge of the bed on the man's other side, the mattress shifting as she did so.
"And you can do to us whatever you like," the redhead purred. "Within reason, of course."
Barton said nothing and, with her face buried in his chest, Dare couldn't see the look he was giving Haley. But based on the way she laughed, he'd obviously shot her a look that suggested he was disinclined to believe their generosity. "Come on. An eye for an eye, Barton. That seems fair, doesn't it?" There was a quality to Haley's words meant to goad the man into acting.
"An eye for an eye?" he asked, voice level. Dare felt a hand press against the back of her head, urging her to dip lower. She released the strangle hold she had on his nipple and began sliding down, her tongue leaving a trail of glistening saliva on his skin as she went. It was a test, a way to see if he could do whatever he liked. When no one tried to stop him, his fingers curled tightly around her hair and he forced her head into his lap. Dare felt something thick and warm swim along her nerves, filling her with pain and pleasure. It began coiling the tension up once again, leaving her hungry for more than her favorite toy.
"An eye for an eye," Haley confirmed, her voice distant and far away. Dare had already started tuning the woman out, her attention fully on the archer's erection. Her mouth watered to taste him, to suck him deep into her throat and coax him to orgasm. Maybe she'd be nice and swallow all of his jizz. Just as she opened wide, intent on wrapping her lips around the tip, his hand jerked and pulled her head back until they were staring at each other, blue eyes to grey.
"On the floor on your knees," he ordered quietly. Dare grinned up at him. His fingers slid through her hair as she moved away from him. She could feel him behind her, following her as she climbed from the bed. After a pair of steps, his fingers caught her hair again and tugged, drawing her to a halt where she stood. "Here. On your knees right here, bitch. I'm going to fuck your mouth."
"Promises," Dare replied as she dropped gracefully to her knees. Her hand reached out for his cock, but he knocked it away with one of his own. That hand then curled into the hair on the top of her head and made to tug her forward. Almost as if he realized that it could still be a trap, she watched as his gaze moved to where Haley stood. Dare knew that the woman had already moved behind them and no doubt had something dirty planned. He must have received permission from the redhead because his hand tensed and he jerked her roughly forward.
His free hand guided his dick toward her open, waiting mouth. When she had the head caught between her lips, he put his other hand on her head with its mate. His fingers curled tight against her scalp, held her tightly in place while his hips thrust forward the last of the distance. When his groin was pressed against her face, his cock sliding down her throat, Dare hummed her appreciation. Barton shuddered with the sensation. Then his hips drew back and he began thrusting.
Chapter Five: Interruptions
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
The fuzz in her brain was gone, leaving her feeling exposed and slightly confused. The room looked the same as it always did, but something about it was different. She couldn't put her finger on what that something was, though. Maybe if she thought really hard about it...
Jehnna stared around the sleeping quarters she shared with Warren and tried to think of what was out of place. The bed was still rumpled from earlier, before he'd gotten up to go... Her mind shied away from what he was doing, as if it didn't want to deal with it. That was okay. She didn't mind. Instead, she moved her gaze from the bed to the crumpled leather pants in the corner. Warren had been wearing those last night when he'd returned and... Her clothes were a small pile next to his. She hadn't bothered to dress yet. That should bother her more than it did. Shouldn't it? Frowning, she tried to recall why she should be bothered by her state of undress, but all that happened was the rattle of the windows in their frames.
Stopping, she looked around to make sure that no one was there to chastise her. She wasn't supposed to think like that. It hurt Roxxy's ears when she did, made Logan mad enough that he snarled at her like some caged beast.
Logan frightened her.
When she was sure that the windows wouldn't shake again, she turned once more to the task of finding what was out of place in Warren's rooms. Expensive paintings hung on the walls, breaking up the cream color of the paint that covered the top half of the walls. The bottom was done in a darkly stained wainscoting that raced all the way round the room. She giggled at that. As if wood could actually race a room.
She studied the whole room carefully. None of the furnishings were out of place. The bed were where it had always been, as were the chairs and their matching couch. The end tables and... That was it. The pictures were missing. Her eyes landed on the bed side table and frowned. Where had the picture of she and Warren gone? The one they'd taken on their skiing trip. She'd been wrapped up in his arms and they'd been laughing at some joke she could no longer remember. The picture of him opening the gift she got him for that first Christmas they were together. That was gone, too. All of the pictures were gone, each and every memory she had of their life together was missing.
Had someone stolen her memories? Looking around, she thought that something else was missing from their room. Peering behind her to make sure she was alone, she tried very hard to recall what it was that should have been there besides their pictures. Something that had been soft and frilly. Something that had sat against the wall near the bathroom. Something...
The windows clattered ominously in their frames, bringing her concentration to an end. And before she could grab hold of the wispy memories that had formed, the door to the room opened and Warren stepped in. Just a look from him let her know she was in trouble.
Without saying anything, he shut the door behind him and moved for the bathroom. She didn't move, knowing that to do so would invite his temper. She didn't want him to hurt her. Not like he'd hurt... No! She couldn't think of that. It had never happened. Warren would never do anything like that. Not her Angel.
Only a small amount of time had passed when he came out of the bathroom. He had a syringe in his hand and the frown on his face was terribly frightening. She didn't like it when he was mad at her. "I'm sorry, Warren. I didn't mean to. It was an accident."
"You know the rules, Jehnna." That was all he said. She hung her head, feeling very much like she was a small child who'd been caught taking a cookie without permission. His hand curled around her arm as he moved for the couch, pulling her along with him. She went without a word, allowed him to push her down onto her knees before the couch. When he sat, she was positioned between his legs. He held up the syringe, then laid it down on the table closest to them. "You know what happens now, Jehnna."
"I do, Warren. I'm really sorry," she whispered. When he didn't reply, she reached with shaking hands for the fly of his jeans. She hated touching him like this, hated that he was so... He wasn't her Warren. Was he?
The zipper gave easily and her hands made quick work of pushing his jeans from his hips. He even lifted up so that she could pull them down far enough to expose his erection. She didn't like it. She didn't want to touch him, didn't want to do this. But there was no escaping him, no escaping this. No escaping.
For a moment, a sense of despair welled up to choke her with its intensity. "Please, Warren. Don't make me do this. You know I don't like it."
"And that's why you're doing it. Because you don't like it. Maybe this will remind you the next time." For just a moment, his voice was soft and gentle. Just like he once had been. Before... "Quit stalling, Jehnna. Do it or I'll let Haley and Dare punish you this time."
That scared her even more than he did. She'd seen what they'd done to their toys. She didn't want to end up like that. She tried to recall what it had been like before, when he'd been all soft and tender with her. When he hadn't been so hard and cold. It was getting harder and harder to remember those days.
Her fingers were pale against the blue of his skin and, as always, she recoiled slightly when she let herself touch him. His skin was so cold and hard. It was like touching stone. Or death. She hated that so much.
The rush of blood to his cock gave it a slightly purplish hue. She was always turned off by that. He knew it, too. That was why he punished her like this, made her touch him when he was so cold and unyielding. She wanted her Warren back, the one with supple soft skin and gentle eyes. Not this monster who kind of looked like him. "Jehnna."
She jumped and realized she'd been stalling. Firming up her resolve, she curled her hand around his shaft and gave it a stroke. As always, it felt so unlike him. Even with a full erection, his skin felt cold to the touch. But her touch saw it twitching in her hold, just like it always did. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to touch it or him or...
His hand curled around her head and forced her face down toward his crotch. She'd stalled too long. He had no more patience. Swallowing hard, she inched forward and opened her mouth over him. She couldn't do this. Not again. She didn't want him inside of her. Didn't like it. Didn'tlikeitdidn'tlikeit. Didn'tlike...
"Suck me hard, Jehnna." There was groan in his voice and his erection got harder, if that was even possible. Slowly, oh so slowly, she swallowed him down. He wouldn't accept anything but her taking the whole thing. If she failed, he'd only grab hold of her head and force himself down her throat until she gagged and choked. He was so cold inside her mouth. It wasn't Warren.
She must have stalled because his hips surged up toward her, his hand tightening on the back of her skull. He rammed the entire length into her mouth and down her throat. And his hips didn't stop moving, didn't stop thrusting despite the fact that she couldn't breathe and kept gagging.
All she could see was that day, when he'd come back. When he'd been so alien and everything she'd ever cared for had been taken from her. She wanted to scratch him, wanted to hurt him the way he was hurting her. Her fingers dug into his thighs, prompting him to thrust harder. "That's it, baby. You know I love it when you play rough."
He'd said that to her once before. Her mind slipped away from her, taking her back to that day, when they'd been a happy, normal couple. They'd been in bed, playing and she'd teasingly raked her nails down his chest. It had excited him and had prompted him to ask her for more. He'd called her baby then, too. Her Warren, with the tanned skin that was warm and soft to the touch. Her Angel, with his pure white feathers. Her lover and husband. Father of her child.
She lifted her head from his lap to look at him, eyes wide with confusion. She looked around the room again, seeking out the bassinet that had once sat up against the wall. "Where's our baby, Warren? Where is she?"
"There is no baby, Jehnna. You're imagining things again. We never had a child."
"Where do you want to take her for her birthday? We can invite the rest of the team and make it a day. Won't she look so pretty in the little pink dress I bought for her?"
She heard Warren sigh and turned to look at him once again. For a moment, there was a look of sorrow on his face. Then he was pulling her up from her knees, dragging her into his lap. He said nothing, simply positioned her over him. "Maybe this time we'll make a little brother or sister for her. What do you think?"
"There's no baby, Jehnna. There never was." He dragged her down on top of him, shoving himself deep inside of her. It was hard and it hurt and it shattered the images tumbling through her brain. A tiny face with blue eyes and golden hair ran from her, laughing as it went. Childish laughter echoed in her head even as pain speared her heart.
He was fucking her, using her like a doll. Coldness spread through her at the touch of his skin against hers. It was hard and rough and it hurt. There was no sleek gliding, only a kind of dull pain that ripped through her time and again. He forced himself up into her, his hands leaving her hips to grab at her breasts. They were hard and cold, just like the rest of him. He squeezed hard, tugged at her nipples until they ached. Then his mouth found one breast and it felt like she was freezing inside and out. Because he never stopped driving himself into her, even though she didn't want it and didn't like it and didn't...
"God, Jehnna. You feel so good like this." He groaned the words against her breast. It made her shudder, but not because she liked it. "Now be a good girl and continue to fuck me. If you prove to me that you can follow orders, I'll make it all better."
She didn't want to do it. She didn't want to be on top of him like this. But there was no choice. She knew that, somewhere way deep inside. Hesitantly, she settled her hands on his shoulders and used them to lever herself up far enough to slide his erection out of her a little before lowering herself back down. She closed her eyes against the knowing look in his and tried to pretend. But it didn't work.
She didn't like this and she was dry, so each thrust pulled and tugged and her most sensitive skin and left her burning with pain. But she continued. The sooner this was over with, the happier she'd be.
His hands stroked her skin, leaving icicles prickling under the surface. "You're so beautiful like this, baby. You know you love this. You love it just as much as I do." His voice was low and husky, filled with heat. Did she? Did she love this? She couldn't remember. Why would she love something that made her hurt so badly? She didn't understand that.
But if Warren said she loved it, she must. She shifted her hips a little faster, tried to bring him closer to the edge. She couldn't remember why, but she wanted this done. She wanted to get off of him and...
And what? She couldn't remember what she wanted.
"Harder, baby. Fuck me harder."
Jehnna did as she was told. It still burned, still hurt her. But she did as she was told. His hands left her body, but only for a moment. Soon enough, his fingers grazed her back as he leaned into her. It shifted his position inside of her, drew a gasp from her throat as he went deeper. She felt his hand at her backside, fingers pinching one cheek. Then there was a stinging sensation, followed by a different kind of burn.
This burn wasn't like the other. It didn't stay centered between her thighs. It rose up her spine toward her head, slid down her arms and legs until they tingled and seemed to float away from her. Slowly, gradually, the fuzziness returned, leaving her feeling as if she was flying. Soaring above the clouds. Her body was liquid and solid and on fire. And he was inside of her, hard and thick just for her. She turned eyes that felt much bigger than her face toward him and offered him a dreamy smile. "You're so beautiful, Warren. I love you."
"I love you, too, Jehnna," he returned. "Now fuck me harder, baby. Fuck me until you scream."
His words rumbled down her spine, straight to her cunt. It went wet with desire and she applied herself to her task more intently. Warren's hand, his perfect hands, were warm and loving as they cupped her breasts and played with her nipples. His hips snapped up in time with her own.
Mmmm. Yes. There was no place in the world she'd rather be than in his lap, riding his cock. She fucked him harder. And she screamed.
~*~*~*~*~
As one, she and Haley turned to look at the man stretched out between them. He was watching them both with wary blue eyes, as if he expected yet another attack on his person. Haley was absently running the chain dangling from his cuffs through a ring attached to the head of the bed. It drew his arms over his head in order to keep him from getting up and going anywhere. Dare let her fingers wander across his belly, tracing invisible patterns into his skin. Her eyes catalogued every single scar she could see, memorizing them so that she would know where they were supposed to be later, after she and Haley left their own marks on the man. Just imagining him bloodied and bruised was enough to make her hot.
"Haley," she whispered, voice husky with need. Her friend lifted green eyes that glittered with knowledge. Dare didn't need to say anymore. As one, they rose up and leaned across him, their breasts pressed against his torso as their mouths met. Haley was the aggressor this time, as was usual with them, her tongue pressing deep into Dare's mouth. There was nothing quite so exciting to them as sharing the taste of one of their partners with one another. Especially when that taste was their own. Even if she refused to admit it, Haley was sampling the flavor of their toy to determine whether he was worth enjoying further. Anyone who didn't meet with the redheaded Amazon's approval ended up broken and battered in short order.
They rose up on their knees, moving as one person while their mouths clung and their tongues danced. When they knelt over him, their hands began exploring well known curves. Fingers teased nipples, plucking and pulling at them before shifting to knead at the full swell of the attached breasts. Haley's mouth finally left Dare's, blazed a trail of tiny, heated kisses down to the spot where shoulder met neck. Once there, Haley began biting at Dare's flesh, her teeth nibbling and nipping before her tongue soothed and her mouth sucked. Her hands found the curve of Dare's ass, her fingers squeezing the globes before drifting in to the center so that she could tease Dare's asshole with the tip of a finger.
The pyrokinetic couldn't stop the soft moans and strangled gasps from leaving her throat. Her body felt as if it was on fire, need pouring through her where ever the other woman touched her. Her hands shifted their attention away from Haley's breasts, slid down her toned belly until they reached just below her navel. One hand went to the side, fingers curling around a hip tightly while the other hand shifted lower and parted the swollen lips guarding Haley's pussy. She pressed three fingers into her, fucked her friend with long, slow strokes even while a pair of Haley's fingers coated themselves with the moisture between Dare's thighs and then speared into her ass.
She muttered something foul when Haley lifted her head, her eyes popping open when the other woman chuckled. She could see that the redhead was watching their toy with eyes gone dark from lust and her luscious lips were curled up in a smile. An appreciative sound rolled up her throat. "Oh, Harper was right. Dare's ass is nice and tight. It makes me wish that I had a dick of my own because I'd shove it in there and fuck her until she screamed."
As if to punctuate her words, Haley shoved her fingers as deep as she could get them. Dare's spine arched as she tossed her head back, a loud cry filling the silence of the room. Harper's voice was filled with laughter as it blew through her mind. Haley has no clue, does she, my sweet? Perhaps you should tell your toy what you like best about my sister. The suggestion saw Dare smiling. She pulled her hand from between the other woman's thighs and showed them to the man on the bed, allowing him to see the thick, creamy substance that coated her fingers.
"Haley's pussy is always eager for someone's fingers or cock or mouth. When we play, she's always this wet for me. I love burying my head between her thighs and eating her out until she tries to squirm away from me. More often than not, she has to grab my head and jerk it away from her. She's such a whore."
Haley withdrew her fingers from Dare's ass so that she could land a hard smack against the curve of one cheek. "Watch your mouth. If either of us is a whore, it would be you. Dirty little slut."
"You're just mad because its the truth. And you know the truth hurts."
"I'll show you hurts the next time I strap on your favorite dildo." Haley smirked at Dare, then turned her attention back to the man stretched out between them. "Don't listen to her. She's a huge whore. She comes so hard when she gets fucked in the ass." She paused long enough to give him an evil smirk. "Kind of like you did."
Dare glanced down at Barton and offered him a knowing smile. "You should see her when she lets her pet between her thighs. I swear, he spends hours there." Dare looked at her friend, then leaned down so that her face was only inches from his. "She needs a real man, not some side show freak who does everything she tells him to do. Imagine what you could do to her if you threw her on her back and climbed between her legs. Or maybe if you put her on all fours and fucked her like a dog. She might cum for you like she does for her brother. Harper makes her..."
Dare never finished that thought. Haley wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up onto her knees. She could feel the smooth, stone like quality of Haley's skin against her own. Pale marble banded her belly and just under her breasts, effectively pinning her against Haley's chest. "Shame on you. Those are secrets that our toy isn't allowed to know yet. When he's been properly broken in, you can tell him all you want. But for now..." Haley's voice trailed off and one hand dipped low to feed a trio of her fingers up into Dare's cunt. Hard. Her other hand curled around Dare's breast and squeezed.
"You get to see how pretty she is when she cums, Barton. And trust me. She makes a lovely picture when she creams herself." Haley's voice was filled with determination. The hand between Dare's thighs stroked hard and deep. By the third thrust, Dare's hips rocked into Haley's hand, earning her a tweak to one nipple that brought a gasp to her throat. "No moving. You will remain still and let me do the work."
Dare said nothing, simply spread her thighs a little wider to give Haley better access. Her fingers stroked in and out, the smooth stone tips questing for her g-spot. It took everything in her to keep her hips still, to prevent herself from seeking a quicker release. Haley's arms were as tight as they could be in an effort to keep Dare from moving and, if she slipped, the hand toying with her breast would squeeze until pain rolled through her. And then the game would start all over again.
"He's watching you, slut," Haley whispered in her ear. "He's watching my fingers fuck your cunt. The faces you're making. The bruises that are forming around your tit and its eager nipple. I can see in his eyes that he's the one who wants to do this to you. He wants to tease you until you beg him to fuck you. He wants to drive his cock into your hungry, hot, eager little cunt over and over again. He can picture himself shoving his dick into your ass. He wants to ride you until you scream for him."
Her words prompted Dare to open her eyes and looked down into the archer's face. Sweat had beaded up on his brow, his hands curled tightly around the chain holding them up above his head. The tension was in his arms and neck. It matched the tension that was slowly coiling up tightly in her belly. Haley's fingers were working at her, thrusting in and out with a rhythm that alternated between slow and deep and hard and fast.
They'd done this enough that Haley knew the signs, could sense when Dare's orgasm was imminent. The way her hold tightened on Dare's body let the pyrokinetic know that the other woman was aware that it would only take a few more strokes before she exploded in climax. The stone fingers delved deeper, stroked harder, and Haley's thumb settled over her clit. The tension was at its peak, ready to unfurl and slide away in a wash of pleasure. But Haley stilled, her arms still pinning Dare's body against her chest.
This had happened before, too. Dare knew that Harper was talking to Haley, their mental connection something that never seemed to be very far away. Once upon a time, she'd thought to be jealous. But then she'd realized that she didn't want Harper in her brain all the time so she'd never worried about it again. However, Harper had the worst timing in the world. She'd been so close and she wanted to cum so badly. If the look on Barton's face was anything to go by, he wanted to see the same thing happen.
Several moments passed as Harper and Haley had their conversation. Dare hung in her arms, tempted to finish herself off by slipping her own hand between her thighs. But she knew from experience that such action would earn her further punishment. So she remained still, kept her eyes on the man on the bed. As the conversation went on, she allowed her gaze to rake his frame, once more taking in every inch of Barton's body. Muscles rippled and shifted as he moved, rolling under the scars that left white lines in the tan of his skin. Her mouth watered to see his nipples, small and flat with exception of the tiny little peak in the center, begging to be suckled and nibbled.
And his cock... Seeing the hard, turgid length of his dick was almost what she needed to finally cum.
~*~*~*~*~
Harper muttered a curse under his breath, tempted to take his ire out on the man who'd interrupted his fun. But that would solve nothing and would counter the order he'd given telling his people to fetch him whenever anything strange happened. Morgan's time couldn't have been better. He cast one last glance at the show his sister was making of his pet pyrokinetic and frowned. He really didn't want to miss a moment of the archer's first training session. Haley and Dare were ever inventive when it came to finding ways to break the spirit of their toys.
"Sir?" the young man asked. There was a hesitance in his voice, as if he hadn't wanted to be the one to deliver this news.
"Wait for me outside. I'll be just a moment." He swore he heard the man nod his head, then he was gone. The moment the door shut, Harper began working at putting his erection back in his pants. It was likely he should let Haley know what was happening. I have to leave you, sister dear. Apparently Morgan is hysterical and none of our fervent little followers can calm her. I have to attend to it myself.
The moment his voice filled her head, she stilled. Dare was still caught in her grip. He risked a glance and groaned at the sight of her arms, pale as marble, wrapped tightly around the other woman's milky skin. While his sister was looking at him, the other woman kept staring at the man stretched out before them. The look on her face suggested she wanted to eat him up. Curious. You're going to miss the best part, brother. There was a faint pout in Haley's voice.
I trust you to tell me all about it later. He knew she would, too. She and Dare both loved sharing their conquests. Usually in the middle of a bit of play. What he'd seen so far convinced him that they were going to have much more fun with the man before they actually broke him. Harper was looking forward to that.
You know I will, brother dear. Go. Deal with Morgan. She obviously needs your special touch. Dare and I can handle the archer. After all, he is only human. There was a hint of disgust in her voice on the last, letting him know exactly how she felt about Barton. He would be fun enough to play with, to try and break, but that was all he was good enough for where Haley was concerned.
Make sure Dare behaves herself. And that goes for you, too, sister dear. I wouldn't want to have to remind you of your place. He allowed just a hint of a threat to leak into his voice, a subtle warning that she should remember which one of them was in control here. There was an indignant snort in the back of head that suggested she felt she didn't need to be reminded of it. Assured that she would listen to him, he closed the connection between them and rose from the chair. Another quick glance at the two women showed they were still entwined.
Barton was in for quite the show.
Harper let himself out of the control room and strode briskly up the hall. It had been some time since he'd had to deal with Morgan personally. He made an attempt to slip into her mind but found himself blocked. It happened from time to time, usually when she was in the middle of a full vision. Most of the time, she was mild and calm. But there were occasions where the visions were so strong and so overwhelming that they pushed the woman into a full blown panic. They'd found out first hand just how strong Morgan could be when she was caught in one of those visions.
The messenger was no where to be seen. Apparently, he'd hurried back upstairs as quickly as he'd been able. The halls were empty. Obviously no one wanted to run into him on his way to Morgan's room. He couldn't blame them. They all knew how he got when he was pulled away from a training session.
He heard Morgan long before he reached her door. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, though if she was actually saying anything, he really couldn't tell. A pair of guards stood on either side of the closed panel, the looks on their faces telling him plainly that they were glad he was there. "You can go. I'll handle her on my own." The two almost ran up the hall.
Taking a moment, he stood before the door and drew a deep breath into his lungs. It was going to take time and effort to settle her down. She wouldn't be able to tell him what had her so upset if she wasn't moderately calm. And the way she was screaming suggested that might be a while.
Finally, Harper pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Morgan lay on the floor, on her back. She'd stripped herself of clothing, allowing him to see that she'd left bruises and scratches in her skin. Droplets of blood peppered the floor and stained the paleness of her flesh. Her face was red, her hair in a mess around her head. She was mid-scream. "Morgan. What is it, my sweet? What has you so upset?"
His voice was soft and gentle, soothing. It worked exactly the way he wanted it to. The moment she heard him, the screaming died away. Green eyes bright with tears and fear stared up at him. It seemed to take a few seconds for her to recognize him but when she did, she climbed to her feet so that she could stand before him. Her hands fisted into his shirt with surprising strength. "You have to stop them, Harper."
"Have to stop who, Morgan? What have you seen this time?" He reached up to brush her hair down, doing his best to work the tangles from her hair with his fingers. He could feel that she was shivering. Her vision had to have been terrible and frightening.
"They're coming," she whispered. He watched as her eyes unfocused and slipped back into the images that had her so scared. "They're coming to destroy us. They're coming."
"Who, Morgan? Who's coming?" Harper tried to bring her to the point right away. But she was lost in her vision, her voice taking on an eerie, almost sing-song quality.
"They'recomingthey'recomingthey'recomingthey'recomingthey'recomingthey'recoming..." she chanted, voice rising on each word until she was almost shouting. Harper cupped her face in his hands and made her look at him. "They're coming, Harper."
"Tell me who you've seen, Morgan. Tell me who's coming." He made sure that urgency laced his voice, hoping it would help calm her so that she could tell him what she'd seen in her vision. She said nothing, simply stared as if she was seeing the things in her head as though they weren't in her head.
"Humans, Harper. Humans are coming." As soon as she said it, she started shivering harder. Unwilling to allow her to harm herself further, his hands stroked slowly down her arms and back, his touch feather light as it moved over her. Gradually, she calmed and relaxed into him, her body pressed tight to his. "Its horrible. So horrible."
"Shhh, Morgan. Relax. It can't hurt you." He leaned down to press a kiss against the top of her head. She whimpered softly. "Let me see, Morgan. Let me see what you saw. Let me see what the humans are going to do."
He kept his voice low as he murmured soft, nonsensical things into her ear. Inch by slow inch, her body relaxed into his until she was limp and pliant against him. This time, when he slipped into her mind, there was no resistance. Nor did it take long to find the images he was searching for. They were almost entirely on the surface of her mind.
Bodies move through the shadows, silent and stealthy, as they march ever forward toward the mansion in the distance. The air around them simmers with their determination, their faces set in grim masks. All of them are armed in some fashion or another. Some carry guns. Some carry knives or swords. Some carry pitchforks. Some simply carry clubs and cudgels.
A whisper drifts across the night, bringing the invaders to a halt. Moments tick by, then early morning sun flashes off a familiar suit of red and gold. It is much battered, attesting to the battles it has seen. Iron Man lands at the head of the group and stares at them briefly before his helmet splits and the gold face lifts away. Tony Stark looks as grim as the rest of the humans. "They're waiting for us just up ahead. Sensors indicate that there are at least two dozen people. Its time to break into teams."
"Tony, we don't know that they've got Clint. We don't know that they've got any of our people." The voice belongs to a woman and soon, a face appears to go with it. She sports short dark hair and a serious expression.
"Clint is a professional, Jan. You know that. He would have come back. At the very least, he would have reported in." Tony sounds as if he doesn't really want to believe it. Perhaps he doesn't. He's worked with Clint Barton long enough to know how the man thinks and how he would act. His faith in his teammate and friend is, as yet, untarnished.
"And if they killed him?"
"They wouldn't have killed him." Tony doesn't fully believe that, even though he tries terribly hard to sound sure of himself.
"Every report we've ever gotten on the group here says that they have no tolerance for humans, Tony. Clint's dead. We're not on a rescue mission. We're out for revenge." This is said by Luke Cage. The big black man looks as if he's ready to rip someone's head off with his bare hands. He's strong enough to do it. "Harper Stone doesn't play."
"I know exactly what kind of person Harper Stone is. In case you've forgotten, Fury has detailed dossiers on every single one of the mutants who now control Westchester." Tony doesn't sound impressed.
"Is it true that he's got a fire starter?" This comes from Johnny Storm. The Human Torch, once cocky and almost arrogant, he's now a serious man with a singular focus. They turn to look at him.
"Its true, though no one has ever seen his pyrokinetic. Fury's file is rather limited. Most people who meet Harper Stone's pyrokinetic meet with their own death." This is a detail that Tony is not pleased to report. Luke and Jan frown, but Johnny gives a toned down version of his cocky grin.
"So if he brings the pyro along, leave him to me."
"We don't have any clue what kind of power Stone's pyro packs. We do know that he has Archangel and Gambit on his side. If he brings them with, we might be in trouble. Rumors have been going wild that the Cajun is more powerful than we were led to believe. We have to be careful. You won't do anything unless I give you orders, Johnny."
They all fall silent. What more is there to say? Everyone is thinking what Luke has said. They're not here to rescue anyone. They're here to exact revenge for the death of a friend and compatriot. At least they're evenly matched. Tony turns to look at his warriors. Its time for the obligatory pep talk. But he has no idea what to say to them. The loss of one of their friends weighs heavily on them. He can see it in their faces. What can he say to make them feel better about what they're about to do?
Before Tony can come up with something appropriate, a scream of pain comes from the back of the group and, suddenly, they're surrounded by mutants. He curses under his breath before the gold face plate slams back into place and he launches himself into the sky.
On the ground, the warriors who have come with him throw themselves into battle. It is frenzied, with yells and cries punctuating the sounds of fists meeting flesh. The humans and mutants are in a flurry of motion, each trying to overcome the other. The humans fight for revenge. The mutants fight to drive the humans back. Though the numbers are evenly matched, the humans know that many of them are no match for the mutants.
Most of them are normal, with normal strength. And many of them have been disarmed before they can even fire off a shot or lift their weapon. Bursts of flame cut the shadows, Johnny launching fireballs at the mutants in an effort to inflict damage. Luke is trading blows with a mutant who doesn't seem to have problems with his strength. And Jan is no where to be seen, but that doesn't worry Tony. Not yet.
And then there's a cry. Pietro Maximoff seemingly appears out of nowhere. He is on the ground, not moving. He is some distance from the group. Tony drops altitude, closes the distance so that he can check on the speedster. Blood shows against the man's clothing, wet and slick in the early morning light. He's injured and...
The image faded so quickly that Harper didn't have a chance to see how badly Pietro had been wounded. And then Morgan was keening again, pulling from his embrace to throw herself down on the bed. Her voice was hoarse, but she still managed to make enough noise that Harper's ears ached from it. There was no way he could get back into her head.
"Morgan! You need to calm down and tell me why you're so upset." He tried the soothing tones again. She didn't seem to hear him. Her screams were taking on a hysterical note and he could tell that she was calling out Maximoff's name. Why would she be calling for him? What did he have to do with all this?
If she was calm, he could figure it out. But he'd never bothered to spend much time in Morgan's head. When she was on drugs, everything was fuzzy and it felt as if he was trying to swim through fur soup. When she was lucid, the insanity that had broken her didn't allow him to dip very far into her mind. He was going to have to go at this a different way.
Stepping back from the bed, Harper tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. His jeans went next. His anger at being disturbed had deflated his erection but that was of no matter. Morgan had always had a tight ass and sweet tits. Looking at her naked was all he needed to fuel his lusts. "Morgan. Look at me, my sweet."
Something in his voice must have caught her attention because the shrieking died away. She didn't look at him, but she lay still and silent on her stomach upon the bed. Harper closed the distance between them and let one hand trail lightly up the back of her calf. His fingers tickled slightly at the bend in her knee before moving on to her thigh. He felt her shiver under his touch. She didn't move, but he could feel her anticipation. It had stolen the confusion and the fear away.
Her ass was firm under his palm as it shaped itself to the curve. He gave it a squeeze, then let his hand drift. It moved over and down until his hand slid between her thighs. She shifted, granting him room so that he could trace the edges of her nether lips. "Come on and sit up, Morgan. Be a good girl. I've got something special for you."
She rolled onto her back and looked up at him. The green of her eyes glittered as she stared at him but this time, it was in desire and need. Her gaze swept down his frame until it landed on his steadily growing cock. She stared at it for a few seconds, then lifted her eyes back to his face. "For me?"
"Yes, Morgan," Harper replied and climbed up onto the bed. His body covered hers. She promptly wrapped her legs around his waist. "Just for you."
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Finally, Haley's arms loosened their hold and let Dare go. She dropped to her hands and knees, trying hard to regain herself. The bed shifted as Haley slid off. Glancing through her hair, she watched as the taller woman wandered over to the wall unit and typed in a few codes. The lighting in the room dimmed, became more subtle. The music didn't change. Haley returned to the bed with a smile on her face. "Harper's had to go deal with a problem. We're alone here."
"Oh?" Dare lifted a brow. Her gaze flicked toward the blonde before returning back to Haley's face. There was a question in her grey eyes. Haley's smile became a grin. "What are we going to do?"
"Our new toy was so good today, I think he deserves a little bit of a reward." Haley's fingers found the small button on the metal cuffs that opened them up. Barton eyed them warily as he sat up and rubbed absently at his wrists.
"What do you mean by reward?"
"Harper has given us very specific instructions that we are never to let you have sex with us. Technically, you aren't even allowed to cum on our skin. He can be a fucking kill joy sometimes." Dare shook her head, then reached for the man's cock. "Personally, I find myself eager to find out if you're as good with this arrow as you are with all the rest."
His hand curled around her wrist, fingers tight enough to whiten her skin but not so tight that he was in danger of hurting her. "So what are you saying? I get to fuck both of you?"
"Yes," Dare whispered, her head dipping so that she could finally suck on that tempting nipple. She felt him shiver under her touch. Haley sat on the edge of the bed on the man's other side, the mattress shifting as she did so.
"And you can do to us whatever you like," the redhead purred. "Within reason, of course."
Barton said nothing and, with her face buried in his chest, Dare couldn't see the look he was giving Haley. But based on the way she laughed, he'd obviously shot her a look that suggested he was disinclined to believe their generosity. "Come on. An eye for an eye, Barton. That seems fair, doesn't it?" There was a quality to Haley's words meant to goad the man into acting.
"An eye for an eye?" he asked, voice level. Dare felt a hand press against the back of her head, urging her to dip lower. She released the strangle hold she had on his nipple and began sliding down, her tongue leaving a trail of glistening saliva on his skin as she went. It was a test, a way to see if he could do whatever he liked. When no one tried to stop him, his fingers curled tightly around her hair and he forced her head into his lap. Dare felt something thick and warm swim along her nerves, filling her with pain and pleasure. It began coiling the tension up once again, leaving her hungry for more than her favorite toy.
"An eye for an eye," Haley confirmed, her voice distant and far away. Dare had already started tuning the woman out, her attention fully on the archer's erection. Her mouth watered to taste him, to suck him deep into her throat and coax him to orgasm. Maybe she'd be nice and swallow all of his jizz. Just as she opened wide, intent on wrapping her lips around the tip, his hand jerked and pulled her head back until they were staring at each other, blue eyes to grey.
"On the floor on your knees," he ordered quietly. Dare grinned up at him. His fingers slid through her hair as she moved away from him. She could feel him behind her, following her as she climbed from the bed. After a pair of steps, his fingers caught her hair again and tugged, drawing her to a halt where she stood. "Here. On your knees right here, bitch. I'm going to fuck your mouth."
"Promises," Dare replied as she dropped gracefully to her knees. Her hand reached out for his cock, but he knocked it away with one of his own. That hand then curled into the hair on the top of her head and made to tug her forward. Almost as if he realized that it could still be a trap, she watched as his gaze moved to where Haley stood. Dare knew that the woman had already moved behind them and no doubt had something dirty planned. He must have received permission from the redhead because his hand tensed and he jerked her roughly forward.
His free hand guided his dick toward her open, waiting mouth. When she had the head caught between her lips, he put his other hand on her head with its mate. His fingers curled tight against her scalp, held her tightly in place while his hips thrust forward the last of the distance. When his groin was pressed against her face, his cock sliding down her throat, Dare hummed her appreciation. Barton shuddered with the sensation. Then his hips drew back and he began thrusting.
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Wow. Great way to weave plot in with hot dirty sex.
More please? Soon?
I know, I'm so greedy...
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oh, wait. i did.
glad you enjoyed, hon. i've got at least one more chapter. we'll see.
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The bit with Jehnna and Warren was equal parts disturbing and wonderful. Loved that a whole lot. Still loving Morgan's brand of crazy too. lol
Mmmmm... you know i love the next part, right? LOL
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Warren and Jehnna. those two... wow. he kind of threw me for a loop there but i love that he's so wonderfully evil and all. and Jehnna's about face? that was good, i think. yes. Morgan sports a special brand of crazy.
yes. i know you love the next part. i love the next part, too. mmm.
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and yes. you are correct, sir. Jehnna's prison is partially of her own manufacture. if i remember to do it, i'll expand upon the reasons for that as the story progresses.
Clint's enjoying himself now. that will change shortly...
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I need a COLD shower. Like NOW. Damn. I love how evil everyone is. Is that wrong? Poor Jennah. I think. Wow. And Morgan's vision.... (Tony *squeee* - sorry, couldn't be helped =^_^=) Um, where was I? Oh yeah - the toy. Just unf. Again. ;) lol
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i needed a couple of cold showers after writing most of this. so don't feel bad.
and no. it isn't wrong to love how everyone is evil in this. that was part of the reason i started writing it. i wanted to give them all reasons to move past the morals they were taught. so... this is it. and i love how evil they all are, too.
yes. the toy. yum. just wait. it gets better.
glad you enjoyed, sweetie.