After the humiliation of his meeting with the Hammer Industries representative, Victor was truly irked. Stepford was HIS creation, how dare some conglomerate try to take it away? And McCoy and Rao...you'd think that after you brainwash someone, you could count on their loyalty!
But his anger wasn't letting him THINK. He needed to do something to work off all of the aggression...and he knew just the target to use...
"VICTOR!", Kitten cried in glee as she leapt into her fiance's arms as he entered the room with his orderlies. "Ororo and I were just played Bed and Breakfast....she was the breakfast," the brunette added with a stage whisper and conspirtorial wink.
"That's wonderful darling," he replied, absently returning her embrace. "But speaking of Ororo I'm afraid she needs some more treatments. We'll bring her back up when she's feeling better."
Kitten's face fell into a pout. "Awwwww...well, she DOES need to learn how to be a proper Stepford woman. That's the most important thing."
"Right you are Kitten." He turned his attention to the nude black woman on the bed. "Ororo, you'll come with us to the lab. NOW."
* * *
Kavita smirked as she pulled the cocktail dress up over the two massive fleshy orbs atop the former mutant's chest...then took a step back to look her over.
(She'd be something like Enorma Rae from the Stripperella cartoon: http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/294/e/4/e433ea0f2abeeab2c6164be24a96db3a-d3180dq.png though obviously with the trademark white striped hair and glossy plastic skin.)
"Yes, I think you'll be just what your husband needs," the East Indian leered. "Follow."
The woman who used to be Rogue turned and strode gracefully along behind the doctor even as her titanic breasts jiggled under her dress like huge bowls of jello. "Ah hear an' ah obey....it is mah duty to provahde for mah husband's needs...."
"Ah, speaking of that," Kavita continued, "you do understand that he has very specific medical needs...and a vulnerabilty to infection. Your body must be perfectly clean and disinfected at all times as you care for him."
Her nipples almost poked through her dress as the thought of caring for the invalid inflammed her implanted fetishes. "Ah...will protect...an' care for his every requirement...."
They stopped outside of the special clean module that held Anne-Marie's betrothed. Kavita put on a special sealed suit, Rogue just entered into the decontamination chamber as she was. After being washed, bathed in broiling heat, and irradiated 4 times, they were allowed through to see the small rooms sole occupant.
From his wheelchair, Justin Hammer grinned through shattered teeth. From now on he'd never have to fear Iron Man again...
* * *
Finally, hunger overwhelmed Gambit's caution. The whiff of baked apple pie wafted over him...and he knew he had to have some. He looked across the expansive and practically manicured back lawn...but saw no one. And there, sitting on the windowsill cooling, was the object of his desire.
Carefully, the mutant left his hiding place and crept up to the house. He reached up to the sill to grab the pie...
Only have his wrists seized in a bonecrushing grip as he was hauled into the kitchen. Glaring angrily at him as a HUGE dark haired woman, well over 6' tall with well formed muscles, outrageous curves, and wearing a tiny white apron that just barely covered her privates. She likely could have ripped him in half by just spreading her arms so he decided antagonizing her would be a BAD idea.
"I worked ALL MORNING on that pie!", she sniffled. "I know I'm not very smart and I'm lucky to be married...the least I can do is learn how to cook...."
"An' it smelled delicious!", the cajun declared. "'Scuse me ma'am, din' mean no offense...just...Gambit ain' had a thing t'eat in 2 days...was starvin'...."
Her expression softened. "Oh, you poor man...of course you can have something to eat..." She sat him down at the table and set the pie down before him. She began to bustle about the kitchen to tend to his needs.
"Thank yew kin'ly, ma'am. Lahke ah said, ah'm Gambit. Was' yo name?"
She smiled as she leaned forward, almost letting her melon sized breasts flop out of her apron. "You can call me Bardie....", she purred at him, winking.
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