Wolverine's eyes narrowed, filled
with a murderous rage. He paused and took a series of deep breaths,
desperately trying to stop himself from slipping into a berzerker rage
before pressing forward once more into the grimy tunnel.
For weeks, he had suspected something was wrong. First, Kitty had
suddenly vanished, leaving only an uncharacteristically terse note that
she had gone home to visit family on personal business. A loner himself,
Logan was willing to take the note at face value and give Kitty some
time to herself. But not long after, Rogue, too, had gone AWOL. It had
been at least two weeks now, and nobody but him seemed to be worried by a
second member of the team going missing. He had reached out to Psylocke,
asking her to telepathically check in with their missing teammates, and
she had assured him that they were fine, but still, he knew.
Years of experience had served Logan well, and on a gut level, he could
tell something was wrong. Maybe Psylocke was right, but maybe she was
being fooled. And the one thing that couldn't be fooled, he reasoned,
were his own enhanced senses.
Rogue had been difficult to track, the trail running out
somewhere in the city, but Kitty's trail had led him some place
familiar: the Morlock tunnels under New York.
Cursing, he remembered some of their earliest run-ins with the
Morlocks, when Caliban had kidnapped Kitty and had attempted to wed her.
And their leader, Callisto, had once tried the same thing with Angel.
He knew for sure Kitty would never come here alone and trudged into the
tunnels, rage growing again, throwing his attempts to approach silently
into jeopardy. Normally, even with the potential for danger to himself
and his teammates, he'd have been able to keep his legendary tempter
under control and use his skills to stealthily creep into the tunnels.
But the Morlocks were on high alert because their deal with Gambit,
and one of their psychics had sensed Wolverine coming a mile away. One
of their members, Annalee, had been ordered by Masque to use her powers
of emotional manipulation to slowly drive Wolverine's rage into overdrive,
keeping him completely off-balance.
And it was in that state of highest anger that Wolverine had finally
stumbled - or so he thought, but in truth had been subtly led by other
Morlocks - to the door of a chamber where what he saw had frozen him in
place in total shock.
There was Callisto, leader of the Morlocks, instantly recognizable
with her trademark eyepatch and scar. Not to everyone's tastes, but
Wolverine had always appreciated her rough charms. Still, it wasn't
Callisto, even currently nude though she was, that had caught Logan so
off guard. Instead, it was who she was with...but, no it couldn't be.
For all the world, the face he was staring it belonged to Kitty Pryde,
but nothing else about what he was seeing made sense. That body...that fucking body! It couldn't be...and yet...
He continued to stare, mouth open in shock, unable to process the
fact that Kitty Pryde was now in possession of arguably the most
ludicrous, obscene body he had ever laid eyes on: an incredible ass that
jiggled uncontrollably as Callisto slapped against it, Kitty fully bent
over as the Morlock leader pounded into her with a strap-on...it would
have been mesmerizing, was mesmerizing, if it hadn't been for
the sight of her new tits, a truly insane pair of gargantuan tits that -
no they couldn't be - he thought, and yet, they had to be, enormous,
watermelon sized all-natural fucking tits swinging back and forth as Callisto relentlessly---
No, no...he caught himself and stopped staring for a second. How long
had he been there, staring in less shock than awe at Callisto pounding away at his
teammate, his impossibly transformed, unbearably sexy teammate? He hadn't noticed, but he
had sheathed his claws some time ago. He had, however, noticed with embarrassment that he was hard. Rock hard. Not that he could blame himself, that fucking body...
Involuntarily, his gaze drifted back to the sight before him again.
Callisto, a sly grin on her face, her hands firmly on Kitty's hips as
she thrust away, the two of them facing towards Logan, the filthy scene almost mocking him, as he tried to
remain concealed in the shadow. Trying to avoid contact with the jiggle
of her ass and the swaying of her tits, he looked again at Kitty's face
and mused that her face wasn't exactly the same as always, his gaze now
falling on her now perfectly inflated lips, now formed into a permanent
pout, and perfect for-
A low, guttural, practically feral growl escaped his lips. Shaken, he
stopped himself in midthought again, calling on years of meditation and
self-control exercises. This...this wasn't right. Nothing about this was right, and he just
needed to clear his head for a minute so he could rescue Kitty and get
the hell out of there. Pausing again, he took another deep breath,
unknowingly inhaling a lungful of the "dream smoke" created another Morlock
named Beautiful Dreamer that was playing havoc with his memory and
ability to focus, all while his emotions continued to be manipulated, a twin assault on his steel resolve.
Shaking his head again, Wolverine tried to clear the fog in his mind
and focus. He just...all he had to do was get in that room. Just...get
in there and...help...
****
Back at the Avengers Mansion, a frankly exhausted Purple Man was
drenched in sweat as he continued to mercilessly assfuck Monica Rambeau,
still furious at her attack on him after she stumbled in earlier.
"Never! Should! Have! Fucked! With! ME!" he shouted, punctuating each word with a hard pump into her ass.
Arguably one of the most powerful Avengers as Photon, she had been
rendered completely powerless, unable to access her superpowers thanks
to psychic blocks by The White Queen, and compelled to bend over her own
Avengers meeting table chair by Killgrave's own powers. He had ordered
her not to move or speak, but had otherwise left her fully herself,
free to experience her current unfathomable degradation.
"Don't worry, Monica," Killgrave grunted, a laugh in his voice. "Won't be long now."
He took particular pleasure in using her real name, which he had been
told by Monica's own teammate, Captain Marvel herself, Carol Danvers,
who stood next to the two of them, ramrod straight at attention as if
she was back on a military base, a ridiculous look juxtaposed with her
current state of dress, her full Captain Marvel Uniform peeled down to
her waist, exposing her fantastic breasts. At The Purple Man's orders -
and they were definitely orders, barked at her like he was a five star
general, which only made Danvers more eager to comply - Captain Marvel
had revealed everything about Photon to Killgrave: her powers, her real
name, her history with the Avengers, hell, where she lived, like a
dutiful, pathetic martinet as Monica looked on in horror.
"Besides, we should all enjoy this," Killgrave continued, a giant
sneer forming on his face. "After all, it's not every day you get to
fuck two Captain Marvels."
Inside, Monica wanted to scream, but she continued to stare ahead, silently, as Killgrave leaned over to taunt her further.
"Actually, it will be every day from here on out. Because I own
you now. Both of you. In fact, Danvers, why don't you get over here-"
"Wait, I'm receiving a message."
Killgrave looked back over his shoulder, wild-eyed, at Emma Frost, who had interrupted him.
"What? Are you fucking kidding me?"
"I don't do jokes, Killgrave. It's our connections with the
Morlocks. It seems trouble has arrived. Very deadly trouble, and we're
needed to handle a pest problem in the form of a particularly rabid Wolverine."
The Purple Man reluctantly slowed his thrusts. "Goddammit. Where the hell is the Cajun? He can handle this, can't he?"
"I have already reached out, and The Master has very explicitly
informed me that he is quite busy and will not be disturbed for the time
being. He has instructed me to tell you to handle this."
"What the hell is he up to that's got him so busy?" Killgrave
reluctantly pulled out of Monica, mumbling to himself. "Fine, fine,
we'll finish up here. Go see if Van Dyne found that pym particle
bullshit she was on about and I'll...I'll take care of things here."
Turning his attention back to Monica, Killgrave sneered again, and
began rapidly jacking off. "You'll be coming with us, of course. I still
have to decide how to break you for good. But for now..." Grunting, he
spurted several thick loads across Photon's back, laughing. "Danvers! Be a good soldier clean
her up for me. Then both of you get your shit together. Business calls."