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Herald of Armageddon 
From: dimitri@ihug.co.nz (dimitri)

"...Trish Tilby on location outside Central Park, where the Avengers remain 
locked in combat with what appears to be the heretofore believed dead mutant 
terrorist Magneto."
	"Hey Beast, your girlfriend is on tv!" yelled Iceman, the Beast 
leaped over to the other side of the room, landing on the couch next to 
Drake.
	"Ahh, the tantalizing Trish Tilby, ignoring the most dire 
implications of a battle between those valorus champions of justice the 
Avengers and that Icon of Irrepressible evil, Magnus!" he hissed the last 
word menacingly.
	Johnny Storm sat down next to them,"How are the Avengers doing?"
	"...sounds of laughter, what may be groans of agony, the unmistakable 
lightning and thunder accorded to Thor and the rallying cry of Captain 
America - Avengers Assemble - are all we have to go by, all attempts to get 
camera shots have failed, Magneto seems to be exuding electro-magnetic 
interference, one helicopter trying to get a visual feed has already crashed, 
the status of the pilot and reporter inside is unknown.......wait! I can see 
shadows in the mist and smoke..."
	"It appears, my flame grilled friend, that we are about to discover 
that for ourselves!"
	"I'VE DONE IT!" cried a voice, Reed stretched into the room,"The 
Avengers are at Central Park!"
	"Well done brother in law of mine," laughed Johnny,"You been watching 
Channel 6 as well?"
	Reed jerked his head at the t.v and frowned,"Maybe I spend too much 
time in the lab?"
	"Sssh, the smoke's clearing!" yelled Drake.
	"...I can make out Thor!" yelled Trish excitedly,"And behind him is 
Hawkeye! Henry Pym! The Wasp! Quicksilver! but's there's no sign of Captain 
America, Scarlett Witch or the Vision.......THOR! THOR! Where is Captain 
America!"
	Thor glared up at the camera and growled, the cameraman - a veteran 
of Vietnam, Bosnia and L.A - stepped back.
	"The Captain is dead!" roared Thor, and collapsed to the ground.

	"Psylocke...." started Jean, then a blast of black energy seemed to 
erupt from the telepathic ninja's eyes, knocking Jean into unconsciousness.
	She awoke on a bed in an unknown room, her armsn and legs were tied 
to the four posts, she was naked and spreadeagled.
	"What the hell is this?" she yelled,"Psylocke? Where are you."
	In reply, a dark figure arose - seemingly from the ground itself - it 
was swathed in shadows and bore a giant, pitchblack sceptre.
	"Who are you supposed to be?" she snapped,"Darkman?"
	The dark figure laughed harshly,"You are a strong one aren't you, but 
you lack the steel of body that my beloved has.  I am the Proctor of the 
Crimson Dawn."
	Jean laughed,"Tak is Proctor of the Crimson Dawn, I don't who...."
	"Tak was but a temporary replacement for myself," laughed the shadowy 
figure,"But I am the true Proctor, and now I have a wedding present for my 
bride - PSYLOCKE!"
	The purple haired ninja appeared with a smile, next to her stood the 
Storm and Jean from Warren's fantasy, all three of them were naked.
	"Thank you my darling," Psylocke laughed, she wrapped her arms around 
the waists of her nude companions,"I shall treasure it."
	The Proctor disappeared, the red mark of the Crimson Dawn on 
Psylocke's face flared bright red, then faded back to it's normal brightness.
	"Psylocke, why are you doing this......Is the Proctor controlling 
you..."
	Psylocke laughed, after a few seconds the false Storm and Jean joined 
her.
	"Poor little Jean, after Sabretooth gutted my old body and Warren and 
Logan pulled a new one from the Crimson Dawn, The Proctor has been my Master, 
if I wanted to resist I could, but I don't!"
	She slipped her hands away from Jean2 and Storm and clapped them 
together above her head,"I tried to get your husband once and failed, but 
I've already had you, this time I plan to make it final - Girls, to work!"
	"Yes!" exclaimed Jean2 as she strode forward to stand next to her 
real self's body.
	"I love to masturbate, and I love to do other chicks, but I've always 
wanted to do it to myself!" she laughed.
     	"This is crazy!" screamed Jean as she saw the fantasy Storm 
approaching her. 
     	"Ororo, this is crazy, you're not a lesbian, and you're certainly not 
a rapist!"
	Psylocke laughed,"She's not the real Storm, but let me tell you, the 
real Storm is far from the noble, chaste Goddess we all know and love - just 
ask Jubilee!" *
     	Before Jean could ponder on that she felt hands grab her.
	"No...!" she cried as the mirror image of herself and her best friend 
began to grope her, their soft hands caressing and stroking her large 
breasts.
	"Ooooooohhhh," groaned Storm, her free hand sliding down between her 
thighs as she kneaded Jean's tits. 
     	"I have great tits," gurgled Jean2 as she bent down and started 
licking her real self's neck and face.  Psylocke stepped behind her and ran 
her hand down her ass cheeks.
	"Not the real thing," she laughed,"But a close enough approximation."
	Jean2 tensed up and moaned in ectasy as Psylocke's fingers slipped in 
between her dripping cuntlips. 
     "You are beautiful," moaned Storm,"OOOHHHH!!" she cried out as she 
masturbated herself and stroked the length of Jean's body.  As Jean struggled 
to free herself from her bonds she failed to notice Jean2 fall back onto the 
ground, bucking wildly as Psylocke began fingering her faster.  Storm hopped 
onto the bed, swunging a leg over Jean's sweating body - and straddled her 
face. 
     "Please," she moaned to Jean,"Eat me!"
	Jean flailed her head wildly, trying to avoid Storm's pussy lips, but 
the African Beauty planted her cuntlips squarely against Jean's mouth.
	 Jean struggled to pull her mouth back, but Storm now had ahold of 
her head and was making small rolling motions with her hips, grinding her 
pussy into Jean's beautiful face.  Storm pulled one hand free and began 
masturbating, rubbing small circles against her clitoris, her large breasts 
leaped up and down, sweat bouncing of the large globes.
	Jean couldn't breath, and instinct forced her to open her mouth, 
immediately the taste of Storm's cunt entered her, pussy juices and sweat 
entered her mouth.
     	"Come on! Lick me! Lick me!" screamed Storm, pushing her hips harder 
against Jean's face, the red headed mutant was shocked as her tongue darted 
out, parted the dripping pussylips and slipping inside, she instantly pulled 
her tongue free, but she heard a loud laugh from Psylocke.
    	"Maybe it's not so unnatural?" she laughed,"You certainly seem to be 
enjoying it!"
	- I AM NOT! - she screamed in her mind - Oh please, please let me go! 
-
	"Begging doesn't become you," laughed Psylocke,"Neither does lying, 
if this isn't turning you on, why are you so wet?"
 	Jean gasped in shock as she felt a finger slide into her defenseless 
vagina, it slid in easily, lubricated by her doubles fluids and her own 
juices, which were beginning to flow.
	"I do beleive you are enjoying this," Psylocke laughed, and suddenly 
Jean felt something warm and moist pressed against her cunt.  Psylocke was 
eating her out!
	"Stop!" she moaned into Storm's cunt, exciting the Weather Goddess to 
no end.
	Storm's asscheeks were rubbing against her upper chest, making her 
breasts bounce up and down, her nipples had long ago grown erect, sweat 
dripped from them, and now she felt a mouth enclose them - it had to be 
Jean2!  Her own mirror image was licking her tits, her best friend was 
forcing her to give her oral intercourse, and Psylocke was eating her out - 
and the worst thing of all was, she was beginning to enjoy it.
     No sooner had that thought entered her mind when Psylocke began laughing 
into her cunt, her tongue continued to dart in and out, Jean let out an 
involuntary gasp of pleasure, her tongue had once again begun to slip out, 
she suddenly realised she was tongue fucking Storm.  Jean2's mouth slid of 
her tit and she felt the bed bow slightly as more wight was added to it.  
Then she felt something wet and hot settled against her waist, added pressure 
on her abdomen proved her fears, Jean2 was straddling her waist.
	Psylocke's eyes peered up and she found Jean2's ass right in her 
face, it was a pleasant view, dripping pussy, the tiny, puckered entrance to 
her anus - but what was she doing? Storm was getting eaten out by the real 
Jean, but she could see Jean2's red head bobbing up and down - og course! she 
was rimming Storm's asshole!
	Psylocke once more gave out a fierce chuckle and began to tongue fuck 
Jean's increasingly wetter pussy.  Her tongue plunged deep and mercilessly 
into Jean, her lips pressed against Jean's beautiful pussy lips, sucking 
crazily on her.  Jean's moans of defiance had changed to cries of desperation 
as she struggled to hold back the inevitable, she was ready to orgasm, 
Psylocke's mouth watered at the thought of Jean's juices soaking her face, 
the passing of cum from Jean's cunt to Psylocke's mouth would signify the 
passing of ownership from Scott to herself - Jean would be hers!
     	Storm screamed in pleasure as she felt Jean2's finger begin to slide 
into her tight asshole, as well as that, the real's Jean's tongue was now 
sliding easily into her cunt and she felt an orgasm approaching.
     	Jean2's finger was nearly being crushed by the pressure of Storm's 
asshole, it was so hot and tight, and the sight and sound of her real self 
being raped was driving her over the edge, she was ready to cum - and cum 
hard!
     	Storm screamed in pleasure at the same time that Jean2 did, they both 
began bucking wildly, their bodies writhed uncontrollably as they began to 
cum.  Jean tried to close her mouth in time but failed, Storm's juices 
exploded into her mouth, forcing her to swallow, it ran out of her mouth and 
down her cheeks.
	"YYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!" screamed Storm and disappeared, Jean2 
plunged forward on top of Jean.
	"Oooh Jeannie, that was wonderful!" she gurgled, before Jean could 
react her double grabbed her around the neck and kissed her passionately, her 
tongue sliding into her mouth - then she too disappeared.
	"What's going on?" cried Jean, then she let out an involuntary moan, 
Psylocke's efforts had redoubled, almost in desperation.
	
"Aahhhh......oooohhh........noo......Psylocke........please...........noooooo
o........aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, she was beginning to 
orgasm, she couldn't beleive it,"NNNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
	And then she disappeared as if she had never been there, just as her 
juices had begun to flow.
	"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" screamed Psylocke,"NOOOOOO!!!!!"

	"Are you sure about this?" Warren asked.
	"Better to be safe than sorry," Scott said as he closed the stasis 
pod over Jean.
	Psylocke came awake with a start, her eyes took in the stasis pod and 
for an instant Scott thought he saw unadulterated hate in her eyes, then it 
cleared and she smiled.
	"Are we as Muir Island yet?" she asked sweetly.

	Reed watched the t.v screen in shock.
	"Dead? How is that possible?"
	Trish Trilby also seemed shocked, she stared at Thor's protrate body, 
then her reporters instinct took over as a new figure emerged from the smoke 
- Magneto.
	"It appears that Magneto is approaching the Avengers, perhaps to 
finish them off, maybe to gloat."
	Magneto smiled as he approached, whatever electromagnetic effect that 
had shorted out other camera's seemed to be gone, his face was broadcast 
around the world.
	"I grow tired of these interuptions to my work," he said with a 
laugh,"So I think I shall silence then."
	Almost casually he lifted his arms up above his head, white light 
shone from his eyes.
	"I AM MAGNUS!" he roared and white light burst from his body, the 
camera exploded in the cameraman's hands, the newsvan caught in flames.
	"That's an E.M Flare!" roared Reed Richards,"Hit the Deck!"
	"Reed, it's over at Central Park, not here....."
	White light filled the room, Reed fell to the ground, Johnny was sent 
flying to the other side of the room, the Beast and Iceman crashed into a 
table.
	
	On top of Four Freedom's Plaza Rogue was sent whipping into the air, 
Gambit hit the remains of the stairwell.
	"Rogue!" he screamed, then a small piece of debris hit him in the 
face and knocked him out. 
     	
	Three minutes after the E.M Flare began New York City stood in 
darkness.  There was no sound but a light wind, no dogs barked, no birds 
sang, and no people talked.
	The only one still standing was Magnus, and then sound did come back 
to the city - the sound of groans of pain, screams of terror and over it all 
- Magnus' laughter.





