X-Men: Condition of Psylock 2-2

	"Hey, Wolvie.  What took so long?  I mean, if Gambit beat you back
here, your age must be getting to you."  She didn't dare assume anything when
it came to his hidden agendas.  Sitting at a small nearby table, Gambit,
already in his outfit, ate the breakfast prepared earlier.  Rogue sat
partially on a countertop eating her share.  Beast hung from a conveniently
placed bar in the corner of the extended kitchen.  Just down the hall came
the leader of the team, struggling with each step, still quite dazed, Jean
helping him along.
	Gambit looked at Psylocke every few moments, turning his attention
back down to his food, his eyes never meeting Rogue's all through breakfast.
Scott's head always kept Betsy in view, even though Jean stood right next to
him.  Jubilee stepped next to Logan, and Betsy went to get her share. 
Wolverine glanced around nervously, wondering why no one else could smell
what had just happened.  Jean held his gaze, but his fear of discovery was
more disconcerting than her look.
	Gambit was the next to address Logan, "So, you got sum'tin' planned
fo' us today, Wolverine?"
	Hesitating a moment, he responed, "I spent all night working on a
Danger Room sequence that should prepare us for our next mission.  Charlie
told me yesterday about what we have to do.  It's supposed to be simple, but
we have to be ready for anything.  Of course, the Danger Room is only for the
fighting aspects of the mission, but the opponents we might be facing would
be rather unique, even for us.  I'll explain it in the briefing room. 
Scotty, make sure you bring the mission folder Chuck left in your room
yesterday."
	"Yeah, sure."  He was clearly out of it, still.  As he looked at
Psylocke, she refused to engage in eye contact.  Jean nudged him, and they
just dabbled in the hash browns.
	Psylocke stood by herself in front of the sink, vaguely listening. 
Rogue approached her, saying, "Hey, Bets.  You been workin' early this
mornin'?  Ah think you been a bit too serious, lately."
	"No, Rogue.  I've just been trying to sort some things out.  How are
you and Gambit doing?"
	"As well as any couple could without kissin'.  You know, you should
use that body o' yours to get yourself a man.  Ah think you'd feel a lot
better."
	At the suggestion, Beast nonwithstanding, the men kept Betsy in the
corner of an eye, and an ear directed straight at her, awaiting the reply.
	"I'm not sure if I should.  I think I've gotten through everything
pretty well, just by keeping an arms distance from personal."
	"Come on, I've got to have someone to live my fantasies for me."
	'If only you knew' Psylocke thought, but didn't project.  "Let me
know sometime, then.  Maybe I can get some juicy gossip for your sick
libido."  Psylocke made sure to smile when she said it, drawing the laugh.
	Logan interjected, "Since our fearless leader doesn't seem to be
quite here yet, Everyone to the War Room in fifteen minutes.  Jean, you can
come along, too, if you want."
	"I think I will.  Thank you, Logan."  She let her eyes linger, just
to make sure he was uncomfortable.
	"Well, Rogue, I've got to shower before our big briefing here, so
I'll see you there."
	Beast watched everyone, silently noting the oddness.


	In her shower, Betsy stayed apart from the water for a few minutes,
dabbling her fingers in the stream occasionally to wet them down.  The shower
consisted of a large glass encasement, with a couple steps down to the drain
level.  After rubbing Wolverine's seed over her, she sat directed the water
down onto her.  
	Her fingers rubbing between her legs, she inserted her left index
finger.  Slowly moving this around, she added her middle finger, and moved
those around inside of her.  Then her ring finger joined them in their
attempt to fill her.  Bending down, but remaining seated, she put in her
pinky as well.  Moving this around for a full minute, she tired of the few
inches she could displace.  Brushing her thumb across her clit, she shuddered
just before she worked her thumb in to join them.  Concentrating deeply, and
shutting out the water beating down on her, she kept her hand folded to its
smallest radius.  Inch by inch, she worked her entire hand into herself. 
Twisting around, she fingered her own deepest recesses.  Taking a deep
breath, she made a fist and moved it back and forth.  Her arm tiring fast,
she allowed her orgasms to sweep over her, just as she manifested her psychic
knife.
	Pulling her fist from her spasming cunt, she collected her fluids
with both hands.  Lifting this up to her face, she opens her mouth, and lets
it fall over her face, some of it landing in her mouth.  Running her hands
through her hair, she rinsed off in the falling stream, using no soap.


	"Scott, you've never been like this before.  You're so distant and
cold.  Did I do something wrong last night?"
	"No, Jean.  It's just that I feel unsure of myself as a leader."
	"Scott, everyone looks up to you, even Wolverine in his own way.  You
just hold everyone in such a place that you can't touch them, even if their
lives are in your hands.  Everyone holds an affection for everyone else on
the team, and it's your judgement that makes sure that affection is where it
should be, in the open and comfortably among us.  They don't need a cold
leader, they need a passionate one."
	"Thank you, Jean.  Are you up for a quickie?  You said passion, so
I'd like to show you first."
	"Oh, Scott.  You are just so strange today."
	"You didn't answer me."
	"Scott.  How can you think of sex at a time like this?"
	"Let's see.  I see a bodacious redhead in front of me, I have an
aching erection, and you tell me to be passionate.  Then let me."  He scooped
her up in his arms.  Dropping her face down onto the bed, he found the nearly
invisible seam of her outfit and pulled her pants down to her ankles. 
Pulling his own down to accomodate his bulging member, he placed the head at
her wetting threshold.
	"Scott!  You've never been like this before."
	He reached forward and grabbed her breasts, pulling her down onto
him.  They each let out a hard breath.  Scott then proceeded to set his
rhythm.  His abruptness brought her to one rapid orgasm immediately, which
further wet the way for him.  After she found a more fulfilling one, he
removed himself from her, pulled her up to face him, and pushed her to her
knees in front of him.
	"I don't think you've ever done this before.  Try it."
	"Scott, I don't think I want too."
	"I'm not going to force you to, but if you don't then just kneel there."
	Jean hesitated, and turned her head to cry.  Ignoring her, Scott
moved his hand over himself, aiming straight at her.  Feeling the rush reach
that unstoppable point, he put a hand on Jean's cheek, and turned her face
towards his quivering member.  Holding her face there, he spewed his load
onto her face, droplets clinging to her eyebrows and eyelashes, covering her
lips.
	Wiping himself on her hair, he replaced himself in his pants and left
the room.  Holding herself in her degraded state, she whimpered, dropped a
couple tears, and as she headed for the bathroom, licked her lips.  
	
	In the War Room, Psylocke was the last to show up.  Cyclops stood
proudly in front of everyone, several monitors behind him displaying their
recent history.  Jean sat in the back of the room, as did Gambit.
	"Over the next few weeks, we will be encountering a new threat to
humanity, both normal and mutant.  First of all, the Acolytes and the
Upstarts are getting together to restart the Hellfire Club.  If those two
groups were to function together, very little would stand in their way, since
they have connections across the board including anyone left with claims to
Magneto and the Hand.  They have a full range of powers amongst themselves,
and the backing to set themselves up as the foremost Superpower on the
planet.
	"Assisting us will be X-Factor.  The Gold team, sans Jean, is with
the Professor in the Balkans putting down the new mutant uprising."
	Into the room walked the five members of the team: Alex Summers, aka
Havok, Lorna Dane aka Polaris, Jamie Madrox aka Multiple Man, Guido aka
Strong Guy, and Pietro Maximoff aka Quicksilver.
	Madrox was given a lot of responsibility.  He was to run the base
operations from the mansion, and also participate on the main adventure
group.
	"So, where is Xavier, Scott?" Val Cooper asked.
	"He's off with the other team saving the western world again."
	"Well, I  hope he gets back to give some insight to all of these
missions.  Anyways, I want to say goodbye to my team for a little while here.
I get to stay here and run things while you guys are off running a tab on
property damage."
	"To each our own."


	"Havok, remember, you're just as good as your brother, if not
better."  She grimaced at the innuendo.  "Have fun."  She swayed her hips at
him as she walked to the girls.  "Polaris, Rahne, don't let the rest of the
team get caught between your little squabbles."


	"Don't worry about it, Val.  Rahne and I've made up already.  Nothing
to worry about."  The glimmer in her eye seemed to hold a little more than
expected.
	"Yo, Guido.  You're the only real man on the job here, so keep 'em in
line."
	"Sure thing, Val.  I really like being patronized.  Just for that, I
might make you come to my gym."
	"When you get back, you big lump."  She jumped up and kissed his
cheek, like a little girl.


	Madrox, the Multiple Man, feeling rather stressed, decided to relieve
himself, the way only he could.  "Val?  I've already made my dupes for
mission, and I have a couple sitting monitoring the War Room.  I'm going to
eat now, okay?"
	"Sure, Jamie.  Actually, mind if I join you?"
	"Not at all."  As he turned from her for the slightest second, his
tight grin escaped him a second until it returned as he turned back.
	"So, where's the kitchen, Jamie?"
	"It's down this hall, last door on the right.  By the way, Val.  Pick
a number between one and a hundred."
	"I've always hated games like that.  Okay, a hundred.  A hundred what?"
	"Oh, you'll see."
	As they arrived, he turned the knob, let Val enter the dark room
first.  Stepping behind her, he punched the frame of the door with both
hands.  As his mutant ability dictated, two Madroxes appeared on either side
of her.  Stepping inside, he closed the door, but left the light off.
	"By the way, Val, this isn't the kitchen."  The two dupes held her
arms tight and her mouth covered.  "Oh, and a hundred is the number of dupes
you gotta empty before the night's over."  Her eyes were wide, and her body
was tense.  As she kicked one of them, another one appeared in front of her.
This one systematically began removing her clothes.  First her skirt was
dropped, and then her panties joined it.  Next, her suit jacket reached the
pile, and then her blouse was torn from her, just to shock her.  Her bra was
first flipped down, and then removed.
	"You've always been in charge, haven't ya' babe?  Well, guess who's
in charge now."
	She was thrown to a bed, her screams now echoing in the enclosed
room.  "Jamie!!  How dare you!  You have no idea what I can do to you, do
you?"
	"Maybe not, but I have a great idea as to what you can do for me."
	"I mean it, Jamie.  I barely lasted that last time when there were
only ten of you."
	"You always said, we need to grow.  Don't try to excuse yourself from
your own rules, now.  I tell you what, I'll let you off with ten this time. 
Tomorrow, you get twenty, the day after, thirty, and then forty.  That way,
you can still make that hundred mark you set earlier."
	"Jamie..."
	"Val?  Remember, I outnumber you.  Let's see, there are four of me,
right now."  Two hits to each of the other three allowed six more to join the
fray.  "Okay.  Now Val, you know how I like to start, so get to work."
	Crawling off of the bed, she walked on her knees over the first one.
Looking up at him, she took his partially flacid member between her lips. 
Once he was fully at attention, she went onto the next one.  After all ten of
them were sufficiently hard, she fell to her hands.  The first one she sucked
to firmness mounted her from behind.  The next one she helped stepped in
front of her to receive more oral ministrations.  The others encircled the
three, gently stroking themselves as she submitted to the sandwich.
	Feeling their spasms increasing, she felt no need to draw them out,
so she increased the pressure her tongue was delivering, and pushed back on
the one behind her.  Her back arched and her mouth overflowed as they each
came into her.
	"Two down, Val.  Good job.  Now,"
	"Try me," another stepped forward.  Pulling her to her feet, he
maneuvered her to the bed, lay her down, facing up, and slid into her,
missionary style.  His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing gently, and his
motions revealed his awareness to her body.
	The others waited in the shadows.  The eyes didn't move as he calmly
increased his thrusts and spilled himself into her.
	"After such a tender display (I'm so ashamed of me)"
	"I get to chart some unexplored territory," another finished again. 
Gruffly picking her up, leaving her face in a pillow, and facing her down,
his member found its way between her smooth, firm buttocks.  Holding out a
hand, he received a tube of lubricant from another, and he placed a golf ball
sized load on her puckered hole.  With his tip, he mashed slowly into the
pile, and then slowly wedged his way in.  As his hips met hers, he withdrew
completely, and started over.  Suddenly, he pushed his entire length into
her, and found the muffled scream.  Rapidly, he thrust into her rear, as her
screams died down to a silent open mouth.  As he neared his climax, he
reached forward, grabbed her long blond hair, and pulled her up, making the
angle more difficult on her, making her tighten around his spewing length.
	"Oh, man.  That was great.  I gotta try that."  The next one mimicked
him, but pulled her up by grabbing her breasts from behind as he sent his
load into her.
	"Okay, Val.  That's four of me.  Now, we'll make you feel better.  Guys?"
	Four more stepped forward, each grabbing a limb.  Facing her up, they
tied her to the posts, spread-eagled, classically.  One of them climbed
between her knees, his face in her groin.  Another straddled her stomach, and
the last two stood on the side of the bed.  The first one set his lips to
hers, his tongue darting around her genitalia.  The one on her chest rested
his member between her breasts.  The other two placed their lips on her
nipples, their hands pressing her breasts together.  Her moans were
instantaneous, and deep.  As she tried to twist and writhe, her frustration
at the ties heightened her pleasure.  The penis between her breasts now
started to oscillate.  In the throes of her bondage, the waves of her orgasms
passed over her in rapid succession.
	At the height of it, she felt herself penetrated below and another
presented himself to her lips.  She accepted this out of sheer gratitude, and
as she fellt one spill himself between her legs, she lost track of the member
between her breasts.  Opening her eyes, she found another member in waiting
by her mouth, and a hand stroking it.  Just as one pulled back, the other
touched on her lips.  With the two heads touching each other right in front
of her mouth, they sent simultaneous loads into her mouth.
	When the flow stopped, and she came up for air, she felt her bonds
being broken.  Moved over in the bed, the original Madrox lay down next to
her.  His member resting on her thigh, she rolled over on top of him and
settled down onto it.  The other two stepped onto the bed.  One came up
behind her, settling himself between his creator's legs, he moved his member
up into the rear of his superior.  Val yelped as he reached full depth.  As
she opened her mouth for a large breath, the last one's instrument found its
sheath.  The indomitable triange was formed, and everyone was being more than
satisfied.
	Being the same person, they all found a simultaneous orgasm, filling
her every orifice.  Val collapsed onto the groins of Madrox, and they
collapsed onto her.  She drifted into a fierce slumber as she was settled
into the bed more comfortably.  


	The War room was busy with roughly forty Madroxes running around,
doing various tasks, checking monitors, scribbling down odd notes, and
generally keeping the job as difficult as possible.
	In the hangar, the two teams, with all thirteen mutants boarded the
Blackbird and found their seats.  Guido remained slightly cramped in the tail
of the place.  Lorna Dane, known commonly as Polaris, walked back to the
compartment he was strapped into, and checked his harnesses.  "Gee, thanks,
Lorna.  Did I ever tell you how ravishing you look when you strap me in?"
	"Every chance you get, Guido."  Her voice was tight, and nonchalant.
	"You know, Lorn', I think you should really look into working out
with bigger men.  I think you're the second best looking person in the
world."
	"And who's supposed to be the best, Guido?" she was still checking
his belt.
	"Ce moi."  His fingers fanned across his neckline just to imitate a
commercial model.
	She giggled slightly.  "Oh, really, now.  Guido, you should watch who
you flirt with, 'cuz you might not always get what you expect."
	"Oh, don't break my heart, Lorna."  His lips formed a pout that
melted her icy demeanor.
	"Oh, come on, Guido.  I'll always love you."  She kissed his cheek,
and left a big grin on his face.


	In an coffeehouse on the outskirts of London, two faces hovered over
a wooden checkerboard.  Plain pieces rested on its surface as a clockhand on
one of two faces moved silently.
	"So tell me, Gamesmaster, exactly who are we playing against?"
	"The challenge of the game is to measure the opponent, not identify
him.  You really must learn quicker to be a key member of the Upstarts, young
Shinobi."
	"But the Acolytes are just as worthy opponents as the X-Men.  What
use is it not to let us know who the game is with?"
	"I have reasons for every move in the game.  The opponents constantly
change, but the game still goes on.  The opening, even though non-standard,
is still rather predicible in its outcome.  The middle game has been played
to the fullest by the X-Men in the past.  Now with the Acolytes coming onto
the board, the only thing changing is the perspective.  The goal remains the
same, only now we're looking at the board from a slightly different angle."
	"Your riddles are tiresome.  Why don't you speak plainly?"
	"If I did that, I'd be no better than a mutant."


	"So what are we up against here, Scott?"
	"We're not exactly sure, but with Madrox and Val running the mansion,
and hooking up with a couple contacts here, I'm sure we'll be more than
enough for them."
	"Who are our contacts?"
	"You'll see them in a couple seconds."  Before the hatch even opened,
two more were among the crew on the grounded plane.  The smell of brimstone
marked off the presence of Nightcrawler.  And the spooky phasing ability of
another through the floor made everyone aware that Kitty Pryde, aka
Shadowcat, was present.
	After all of the pleasantries were done, eventually outside due the
cramped quarters of the jet.  As they headed off to the cars in waiting,
Polaris heard a soft but definite cry, "Lorna..."
	At that moment, she forgot to let Guido out of the harness in the
Blackbird, and guessed that he fell asleep.  Telling everyone else just to
leave a car for her, she ran back to the plane.  As she entered the
compartment he sat in, she found him in tears as his large fingers were
unable to manipulate the harness.  Seeing him like this made her maternal
nature come out and she hugged him as she magnetically undid the lock.
	"Oh, Guido.  I'm sorry.  It's just that Kitty and Kurt showed up and
we all got wrapped up in greeting them."
	"Don't worry about it Lorna."  He sniffled quietly, his childish
performance unquestioned.  "I'm used to being left alone.  Lila did it
before.  I would've just waited until nightfall to break the damn thing and
go back home, wherever that is."  The guilt trip worked flawlessly.
	"Oh, come on, Guido.  I'll never leave you like that again."  She
hoped he understood her.  "How can I make it up to you?"
	Guido understood perfectly.  "Help me out of this cubicle."  As he
tried to get up, she pressed against the wall, trying to direct his huge body
out the door.  Unable to avoid contact, his chest pressed against her face as
he stood.  Unable to look down, she felt a something push at her stomach.
	"Guido, back off, you're crushing me."
	"Sorry, Lorna."  He pulled away, only long enough to shut the door as
she looked down to see his huge penis poking her.  For some reason, she
didn't quite expect this from an eight foot tall four hundred pound man. 
Perhaps she never thought about it.
	"Guido, what are you doing?"
	"Trying to be made up to."  With that, he lifted her by her uniform,
and let her fall out of it as though a rag doll.  Her pants still on, he
pulled them down to fully expose her.
	"Oh, God, Guido.  I don't think it's going to happen.  We both
already know that we shouldn't, but I just don't think it would fit in the
first place."
	"I think we should make it fit the first place, since the second
would be even worse, Lorna."
	"Guido, I'm serious."
	"So am I, Ms. Dane.  First, say ahhh..."
	"Guido..." was all she could get out before it was at her lips.  Even
as she opened her mouth, only about five inches of him could fit into her
straining mouth. 
	"Oh, Ms. Dane.  I don't think your mouth was made for this," was his
response after a few minutes of trying to work her tongue, just before he
took himself out.
	"Guido.  I really don't think this is going to work."
	"Work with me here, Lorna.  Open 'em wide."
	As she spread her legs, he noted first her absolute baldness below,
and then asked her, "Do you shave, or are you normally like this?"
	"It was completely removed, back in the days when the Shadow King was
in control of Legion.  He yanked it out hair by hair."
	"I was just wondering, what color it was."
	"Just like all the blondes you normally see, it was brown."
	"Then?" he dawdled a finger through her green locks.
	"It was a bet I made with Havok.  He bet me he could make me come
thirty times in an hour."
	"And if he wouldn've won?"
	"His hair would be green."
	"Oh," he sat in mild contemplation.  "Climb on up, Lorna.  There's
only fifteen inches to take.  This was the main reason Lila kept me around
for so long.  No one else could fill her up like I could."
	"I'm trying to, Guido, but look."
	Bending down slightly, the height between their groins was matched,
except the shadow of the head of his penis completely covered her open lips.
In wonder, he prodded against it a couple times, drawing a couple yelps from
Lorna.
	"Okay, then.  Try my finger first."  With that, his index finger slid
effortlessly into her.
	"Oh, God, Guido.  That's thicker than Alex."
	"Okay, then try this one."  His middle finger, soon replaced his index.
	"Christ.  That's worse than the Shadow King."
	"Good.  Now try them both on for size."  As they both penetrated her,
she let forth a ghastly scream, and if not for her juices flowing down his
hand, she might have projected and image of pain.
	"Good, Lorna.  Now, you seem ready."  He lifted her onto him, her
weight resting on the head.
	She reached down, pulled her thighs up, and tried to pull the lips
apart even further.
	"Jesus Fucking Christ.  Guido, it's going in.  I never thought I could."
	"I always knew you could, Lorna.  Now, hold onto something.  I want
to give you a good sound fucking."
	Her hands reached out and got hold of some cables, and her legs moved
from his chest to around his waist.  His hands held her buttocks and
supported her lower body.  When she settled into place, he started moving
himself further into her.  Even as her eyes rolled and fluttered, he kept
going until reaching a barrier two inches short of complete penetration.
	"Don't do it, Guido.  It that's my cervix you're bumping into."
	"I know, Lorna."  At that, he began to withdraw himself.  When his
head was the only part remaining inside her, he began to thrust his length
back into her.  She cursed as he picked up speed.  She cursed as he bumped
her cervix again.  She cursed as he shoved a finger into her rectum.
	Finally, after about twenty minutes, and a good pint of fluid from
her, Guido yelled to her, "I'm gonna cum now, Lorna.  I'm gonna be in real
deep, too, so hang on."  As his load started to loose into her, she accepted
its warmth.  Still more came out, and he began to slide out of her.  When he
slipped free, he let her hang from the cables, and aimed his spurting member
at her, each load landing on a different part.  Her face was being drenched,
her breasts, completely covered, her thighs, glistening.  When he let it
down, a string still hung from it to her, and then to the floor.
	"Oh, God, Guido.  I never knew you had so much."
	"Anytime you want a bath, just let me know, honey."  With that, he
replaced himself in his pants.  "We better get you cleaned up.  Do you
remember where we're supposed to be going?"
	"Yeah, an inn just outside of London.  They should have left
directions in the car."
	"Gee, Lorna.  I don't know what I'd do without you."
	"Here, hand me a towel, would ya'?"  She proceeded to wipe herself
down.  "Now Guido, you have to be careful.  If Alex catches you, you'll be
off the team."
	"Oh, don't worry about him.  I'm sure, by the time this is over, that
everything should be worked out."
	"Well, I just want to say that I warned you."  She proceeded to get
dressed, and lead them to the car.  She let the rain pour on her outside.  On
a backstreet, she even got out and stripped, allowing the rain to wash any
more evidence from her.  Guido just watched.


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