Disclaimer:
X-Men Tales: is loosely based on the X-Men- Evolution t.v. cartoon series, as well as the comicbook produced by Marvel Comics. ____________________________________________________________________
The X-Men are mutants, unfortunate people born with an X-gene that gives them extraordinary powers and abilities which makes them outcasts to those considered "normal" in the world. _____________________________________________________________________________
X-Men cast: (Teachers) Professor-X, Angel, Banshee, Beast, Bishop, Forge, Polaris, Storm, and Wolverine, Dr Mora MacTaggert,
(Students) Cannonball-17, Cyclops-17, Colossus-18, Gambit-17, Iceman-16, Multiple boy-13, Nightcrawler-16, Northstar-17, Spike-15, Sunspot-16, Thunderbird-18 / Amanda-16, Jubilee-13, Karma-16, Magma-15, Premonition (Jean Grey)-17, Rogue-16, Shadowcat-14, Spirit-17, Syran-16, Wolvesbane-15 _____________________________________________________________________________
SENTINELS: government sponsored robots created to capture dangerous mutants.
The Black Panther: once an African prince, now the ruler of a nation as King of Wakanda, as well as the first black member of The Mighty Avengers. _____________________________________________________________________________
X-Men Tales: -pt16
Title: The SENTINELS
NEW YORK
"Someone call an ambulance..., that man just fell from the sky...!!" yelled a concerned citizen, as people started to gather around the man whom lay dying in the middle of the street.
His name is Logan. He lay unconscious after jumping from a moving jet, and falling (most assuredly) to his death. Eyewitnesses that saw him hit the ground still scream in terror as the man lay bleeding in the middle of halted traffic.
Police and ambulance workers rush to the scene as they push back the crowd of spectators. "He's a goner..." said one of the officers, looking down at the bloody body. "They say he fell from the sky..., a parachute incident maybe...?" he asked his bewildered partner.
"Then where's his parachute...?" asked the second officer, looking around.
With ambulance sirens in the background, Logan's senses started to come back online. What the crowd of spectators didn't know, was that Logan was a mutant, a man born with extraordinary abilities far surpassing humans. Among Logan's abilities was an extremely fast acting healing factor. From the moment he hit the ground, he began healing, his body repairing the damage done. After his body healed (a miraculous recovery), his mind began to regain consciousness.
"He's awake...!!" screamed someone, alerting police as Logan opened his eyes.
"Well...I'll...be...damned..., he IS alive...!" said the first officer in disbelief. "Relax fella, relax..., an ambulance is on its way to take you to the hospital! You had a bad fall..., but you're gonna be alright...!" informed the man in uniform as he crouched down over the victim.
"I kno I am...!" said Logan, pushing the officer aside as he got up off the ground.
The eyewitnesses gasped (a few fainted), as the once dead man rose to his feet.
"Who...who the hell are you...??" asked the cop, trembling nervously with fear as he watched the dead come back to life.
Logan looked over at the young officer and growled, showing a set of sharp fangs.
"The name's Wolverine..., bub!" he said, before taking off running down the street, jumping over vehicles and disappearing down a nearby alley, --headed for Xavier's Mansion.
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THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS Hours Later...
The badly damaged human sized Sentinel unit streaked through the evening Colorado skies like a small missile, descending rapidly into the backdrop of Denver's mountainous skyline. About a mile or so away, the X-Men's black jet (the Blackbird) and the Avenger's silver (Quinn) Jet followed the robot's energy signature as it led them directly to the government's top secret private base located just outside the Rockies.
"It's slowing down...!" said Scott Summers (Cyclops) as he manned the Blackbird's controls all the way from New York.
"Yes..., it would appear his objective is a Military Base on radar..." informed Beast, acting as co-polit. "I suggest we cut the engines and find a place to land at a considerable safe distance..., we don't want the base to learn of our presence before we've had a chance to play our hand, now do we?"
"We read you, Beast..." said Storm over radio communications, acting as co-pilot in the Avenger's Quinn Jet with the Black Panther behind the controls. "...we'll follow your lead! Ororo, out!"
"What do you think they're doing over there...?" asked Forge from his seat, staring out the window at the Avenger's jet flying several yards away.
"uh..., flying the plane...!" said Polaris sitting beside him, trying to ignore Forge's endless ramblings as she flipped through a popular fashion magazine.
"But she's over there all alone with Bishop and T'Challa...! There's no telling what they could be doing to her...!" thought Forge, aloud.
"They're flying a jet, Forge..." said Polaris, annoyed. "...what else would they be doing...?!"
"Ever heard of auto-pilot...?" asked Forge, sarcastically.
"Stop it, Forge...!" she yelled at him under her breath so no one else could hear. "See..., this is exactly why it didn't work out between you and Storm..., you're too possessive!"
"I'm not possessive..." defended the inventor.
"Like hell you're not!" argued the green haired woman. "How about the time you placed tiny tracking cameras in Storm's attic and in her headband and jewelry? Or the time you followed us on a mission because you were convinced she was meeting someone? Or the time you nearly blew our cover when we were spying on Magneto, posing as mutant street hookers to learn why he was recruiting mutants? And let's not forget your recent debacle when you following Mastermind into the library at the Hell's Fire Club, believing he was Storm? You and Ororo have been over for how long now...? And you're still worried about her sex life and what she's doing in a plane with two men...?? You're pathetic!"
"But both T'Challa and Bishop are her former lovers...!" Forge continued to argue. "They could be over there taking advantage of her while we're sitting over here allowing it to happen!"
"Wow..., stuck between Bishop and the Black Panther..." said Polaris, dreamingly. "...now that's an idea I wouldn't mind taking advantage of myself!"
Forge gave Polaris an outraged look of disapproval, before getting up to change seats. How could Lorna even joke about fucking those two big black men? IF indeed she was joking?
"uh-oh...!" said Beast, monitoring the Sentinel on radar. "Our little friend just disappeared from scope...! But according to the computer map, that base looks far too small to house the kind of project that attacked the school!"
"Maybe the base goes deeper into the mountain..., much like our Mansion back home with the underground levels...?" theorized Cyclops.
"Not bad, son..." said Beast, ruffling the top of Scott's hair. "...you may make a decent leader yet! Alright everyone..., we're about to make landing...!" he announced, as Scott motioned the Blackbird to a safe landing in a clearing of forest trees about a half mile from the base. A hatch opened under the belly of the Jet as Polaris, Beast, and Forge escorted the oldest Xavier students: Cyclops, Thunderbird, Colossus, Spirit, and Karma off into the clearing. Moments later, the Avenger's Quinn Jet carrying the Black Panther, Storm, and Bishop joined them, landing virtually quietly beside them.
"You alright, Ororo...?!" asked Forge, rushing over to her side as she exited the Avenger's jet with her two companions. "They didn't touch you, did they...??!"
"I am fine, Forge..., do not manhandle me...!" said Storm, yanking her arm away before he could touch her.
When Forge tried to force himself on her, he was quickly intercepted by Bishop, whom firmly pushed the older Forge backwards.
"The lady said, hands off!" said the futuristic teenager, his pupiless eyes narrowing angrily.
"Stay out of this, junior..., this is between the adults!" said Forge, reaching into his pockets for hidden weapons.
"Am I adult enough for you, Forge...?" asked T'Challa (the Black Panther), as he stepped up by Bishop's side. "I do believe the lady said fuck off!"
Forge hesitated as he eyed Bishop, Storm, and T'Challa..., then backed off silently as the X-Men gathered to strategize their plan.
"We need a line of defense to draw attention outside the base, while a smaller team ventures inside to find the Professor and our lost students!" suggested Beast.
"I'm going in!" said T'Challa, without question. Spike was his son, and nothing would keep him from finding him alive.
"Okay..." said Beast, knowing better than to argue with a man as focused as BP. "We'll need some heavy fire power outside..., any volunteers...?"
"I will help draw their fire...!" offered Storm.
"And I'll help her!" added Polaris.
"Good..., then the rest of us will sneak inside and locate our friends!" said Beast, positively.
"We should split up into two teams once inside to insure at least one team is successful!" suggested T'Challa. "Bishop, Forge, and I will volunteer as one team!"
"Sounds good to me...!" said Beast.
"Hold it now...!" said Forge, not liking the setup. "...don't I get a say in who I side with...?!"
"You don't like the plan, Forge...?" asked Beast, looking at his watch. "We are pressed for time as it is...!"
"Yeah Forge..., shit of get off the bowl!" said Bishop with a smirk.
"I'm in!" said Forge, not liking the kid's smart mouth.
"Then its set...!" agreed Beast, as everyone prepared for battle. "Storm..., you're up...!"
Storm was the first to act, using her powers over the elements to create a dense fog as thick cloud cover came in and darkened an otherwise clear sunny day. The X-Men moved into play as they kept their eyes peeled for any hidden advanced sensors or camera devises. Whenever they came across some technology that looked like it might warn of their presence, Polaris would use her magnetic powers to hamper the signal or cause a simple electrical malfunction, leaving the men monitoring those devises to believe animals may have tampered with them.
From the base a small unit was dispatched to investigate why the devises went down. Armed military guards walked the perimeters about the base, using walkie-talkies to communicate when out of sight range. The dispatched unit rode through the fog and stopped at the first malfunctioned piece of equipment. As he got out of his jeep and bent down to inspect the problem, a large python sprung up out of the ground and bit him on the arms. The man (seriously afraid of snakes) screamed, and passed out from fear.
"Nice work Spirit...!" said Beast to the female Cherokee Indian, as the imaginary snake she conjured disappeared.
Using Storm's fog as a cover, one of the older male students (Thunderbird) shift-shaped into a wolf and wandered his way up to one of the guards standing patrol. The guard (used to local wildlife getting too close to the electrified fences) pulled his taszer nightstick out to scare the wolf away. With his attention focused on the wolf, it was easy for Beast to sneak up behind him and pinch a nerve in his neck to render him unconscious without having to resort to violence. Polaris used her powers over magnesium to shut down the electrified fence while Colossus used his organic metal body to rip a whole through the fence's reinforced steel, allowing the X-Men (and the Black Panther) to easily slip through.
Two armed guards watched the front entrance of the base. Korean born Karma (using her unique powers of mind control) possessed one of the two guards mentally, forcing him to use the blunt end of his rifle to knock the other guard unconscious. She used that same guard to use his code key to unlock the front entrance, allowing access. Afterwards, she ordered him to go to sleep.
The front entrance opened as two large metal doors slid into the walls, revealing nothing but empty storage space. "We're been duped!" said Spirit, seeing nothing of value in the large hanger like room.
"No..., this isn't the base..." said Beast, pointing towards the large metal circle on the floor. "...THAT is the real entrance to the base down below!"
"Then allow me to be the key...!" said Polaris, stretching out her arms as she began to levitate in midair. The X-Men watched and waited as the locks for the metal door began to buckle and break, then the large metal floor began to slowly drop down through the floor.
"Quickly, onto the pad...!" yelled Beast, as the X-Men quickly ran into the circled floor just as it started to sink down into the ground.
"I don't like this..." said Storm, looking around the broken base. "...with all of the technology and security sensors available to the military..., someone should have been alerted to our presence by now...!"
"SOMEONE HAS, MUTANT!" said a mechanical voice as a herd of robot Sentinels suddenly exploded from the floor, causing the X-Men on the descending pad to run and duck for cover.
"I knew it was too good to be true...!" said Storm, taking to the air as her hands began to crackle with lightning. A thunderous bolt roared across the inside hanger, electrocuting three human sized Sentinels at once.
"Storm..., watch out!" yelled Beast, tackling the wind rider out of midair as he somersaulted them both to a safe landing on the floor, just as a Sentinel was about to fire on her.
"I've got him!" yelled Polaris, using her magnetic powers to levitate an army jeep, and hurl it into the Sentinel, --causing the jeep to explode on impact.
Colossus ripped up a piece of the metal floor, then threw it at a Sentinel, cutting its body in half as the sharp edge of flooring sliced through the robot like a butcher's knife.
Not far away, the Indian Thunderbird shape-shift his body into a huge Black Bear, and began ripping his sharp claws through another one of them.
As Another Sentinel barreled down on Spirit and Karma, Karma used her mental control to seize the mind of a fallen solder, making him use his army rifle to shoot at the flying robot. The Sentinel turned to target the new threat, then determined it was human and left the solder alone. The solder pulled a hand grenade and threw it at the Sentinel, causing it to blow apart the robot's head and limbs.
"Go, Hank...! We can handle these creatures! Save Professor X and the children!" insisted Storm, using her lightning to destroy another flying Sentinel.
"Are you SURE, Storm...?" asked Beast, eager to join the fight.
"GO! Get my son! Find Evan!" insisted the wind rider.
"I'm ON IT!" said Beast, taking note of the passion in Storm's voice. "Karma, Spirit, Cyclops..., follow me...!" said the hairy blue beast, jumping down onto a catwalk in the hole.
"What happened to Bishop, Forge, and the Black Panther...?" asked Cyclops, shooting his eyebeam as cover as they crawled down into the hole after Beast.
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During the start of the battle, Bishop, Forge, and the Black Panther were able to sneak off unseen. They managed to crawl through the air ducts, enabling them to move further into the military stronghold undetected.
"I don't like sneaking off and leaving the women to fight our battles for us...!" said Forge, in the middle, crawling between Panther and Bishop.
"Polaris and Storm are two of the most powerful mutants in the mansion, Forge..., tell me how could YOU help them...?" asked Bishop.
"Fuck you, Bishop!" responded Forge, not liking how the young man insinuated he was one of the weakest X-Men on the team. "I've been an X-Man since before you were born...! Literally! As in this time, you don't even exist yet!"
"Oh I exist..." said Bishop with a snarl, as he looked up at Forge's ass before his face and fought againt the urge to punch him directly in his rectum.
"Will you two stop bickering before you get us caught...?!" asked Black Panther, from the led.
"HE started it!" defended Forge.
"SHHH...!" shushed Panther, coming to an air vent.
Forge quieted down as he, Panther, and Bishop all squeezed into the tiny vent space and looked out. They could see the large factory where the Sentinels were being built by automated robots (like a car manufacturing plant).
"Robots building robots..." whispered Bishop, recalling the destruction of the world in his timeline. "...and YOU designed this crap!" he added, looking at Forge.
"Hey..., I designed government robots to protect humanity from EVIL mutants..., not to kill all mutants!" defended Forge. "I can't be held responsible for this shit!"
"The hell you can't!" argued Bishop. "Regardless of what you designed it for, ultimately you designed it AGAINST your own kind, making you a trader amongst mutants!"
"Fuck you, BOY! I don't have to take that shit from some arrogant snot nosed spear chucker!" yelled Forge, angrily.
"You know Forge, I never saw what Ororo saw in you...!" said the Black Panther, wrapping his forearm about Forge's neck to keep him quiet.
"Hey...! Get off of me...! I wasn't calling YOU a spear chucker...!" defended Forge, fighting back as Panther (a master of body motion) easily subdued Forge in a headlock, rendering him completely helpless.
"I have observed your interactions with Ororo and Bishop since my arrival to the X-Men, and have determined that deep down inside..., you are in need of a lesson in disciple!" advised Panther, whispering calmly in Forge's ear. "Growing up as a `spear chucker' in the bush of Wakanda in Africa, I am well aware of the joys and the torture fucking another man's asshole can bring! While I am no fudge packer by desire, I have learned how to torture a man, stripping him of all manhood and dignity without rising a fist to him! I believe YOU are in need of that lesson!"
Forge tried valiantly to break free of the jungle man's strong grasp, but the more he struggled, the tighter Panther's hold around his neck tightened. Too much more pressure, and Forge knew he would suffocate to death.
"Pull down his pants, my brother...!" ordered Panther.
Bishop reached up and yanked down Forge's pants with a grin, exposing his hairy legs and bare backside. "Now my friend, while I hold this piece of shit steady..., take out my cock and prepare it for his hole!" Bishop eagerly pulled Black Panther's spandex uniform pants down his thick dark thighs to reveal his hard manhood. Just a few short days ago, Bishop would never have thought of sucking another man's dick for him, but after the scene with T'Challa and Storm (last chap), he found himself eagerly wanting the African King's big cock back between his lips.
Bishop squeezed his head in-between Forge and Panther's bodies in the tight fitting air duct. He managed to get the big black dick into his mouth, slobbering all over the healthy piece of manhood as he bobbed his head back and forth over it. T'Challa had only been expecting the mutant boy to wet his dick with spit, he had no idea the time traveler would suck his cock once again. T'Challa suppressed a groan as he felt Bishop's warm wet tongue caress and suck his head and shaft. "That's enough..., now his asshole...!" insisted the Avenger.
Bishop was more reluctant to shove his head between Forge's buns and suck his hairy asshole. First of all, he didn't like Forge very much, and didn't want to give the older man any source of pleasure or satisfaction of any kind. But Bishop knew better than to oppose the Black Panther when he was about to administer punishment. With time of the essence, Bishop spit out the Black Panther's pole, and shoved his head up in Forge's ass, lavishing his black haired hole with gobs of spit.
Forge tried to struggle as the black teen's fat tongue slipped up and down his hairy ass crack. Forge pulled at Panther's strong arm, but couldn't budge the practical tree limb from around his neck. "That's enough,, move back...!" ordered Panther, aiming his cock head up to Forge's tight ring. "This is for Storm...!" said the African King, as he rammed his hips forward and buried nearly a quarter of his big thick black cock up the straight man's ass.
Forge opened his mouth to scream, but the chokehold kept the yells of pain in his throat. He kicked with his feet, only to have T'Challa wrap his own legs expertly around his, locking him down like a wrestler would an opponent in the ring.
T'Challa reared back with his hips, pulling his cock head free from the tight gripping hole, then shoved back in full force. Forge tried to scream again as his ass was speared on half of the African's spear chucker. With another mighty lounge, Black Panther managed to bury his entire 10 inch dong in the white man's convulsing anus as Forge's body went into painful convulsions.
Bishop had a front row seat underneath the pair, watching with great interest and pride as T'Challa' raped the arrogant white man's virgin hole.
Forge felt completely impaled as his body muscles tried to expel the foreign object lodged inside. T'Challa could feel the anal contractions trying to excrete him, but they were actually having the opposite effect as his cock began to throb from the sensation. Spurred on by lust and the drive to teach Forge a lesson in humility, Panther began moving his hips back and forth, effectively fucking the inventor's butt and stripping him of his dignity.
Forge hand never felt such excruciating pain before in his life. The only thing stopping him from yelling his head off and giving away their location was T'Challa's strong arm wrapped around his neck in a vice grip. Forge could feel the steel like ramrod forcing through his rectum, tearing through his tight gripping anus as his asshole dragged in and out along the spit socked shaft of his rapist. It felt like having a telephone pole rammed up his ass over and over again. Forge could feel the tears swelling in his eyes as he tried to grit his teeth and bare the pain like a man.
T'Challa hadn't been in the habit of fucking another man in quite some time. As a boy in his native Africa, he would dominate his sparing partner opponents by butt fucking them anally after beating them on the battle ground. It was something the wild cats of his country often did to enact leadership in the pack. T'Challa's warriors inherited the same pact, butt fucking enemies as a sign of dominance.
Coming to America and learning how to speak English and learning the different customs of the world taught T'Challa that he could retain dominance without giving his opponents the ultimate humiliation. T'Challa refrained from butt fucking men in battle, leaving his cock piece only for the ladies he courted. It wasn't until recently that T'Challa HAD to return to his old customs, first with Bishop, now with Forge. But while T'Challa liked to embrace the ways of the world diplomatically, it was his old customs that gave him the most satisfaction and respect.
Forge felt as if he would pass out from the intense pain in his ass. He had decided to struggle against the attack, determining it better to die of suffocation with dignity rather than to suffer the humiliation of an anal rape by another man. But just as Forge was about to do something stupid that would have surely cost him his life, the awesome pain in his bowels began to lessen, turning instead to some degree of perverse pleasure.
Surprised and shock by the new revelation, Forge stopped struggling and gave into the animal like fuck he was getting. T'Challa felt the slack in Forge's body, realizing the straight man was giving into the fucking. The asshole (while still extremely tight) grew less tense as it relaxed and allowed the heavy plowing to continue.
"ah..., I can feel your body getting used to me...!" teased Panther, whispering huskily in Forge's left ear while his hips continued to administer a steady ramming from behind. "Does my cock not feel good sliding in and out of your asshole, Forge...? You know what that means, don't you...? It means you're a pussy-boy!"
"Fuck you...!" choked Forge, defiantly.
He was no pussy-boy, Forge liked woman and pussy. And anyone who thought differently could just go ask Storm!
"uh-uh-uh, Forge..., if you get too loud, the machines you helped design with discover where we are, and we will lose this battle war before it's even begun!" warned Panther, releasing his grip.
Forge choked down some much needed air into his lungs as T'Challa released his hold around his throat. Forge could breathe now, and scream if he so desired. He could still feel T'Challa holding him captive, still fucking him with his big black cock, but Forge knew better than to say anything to give away their location. He didn't want the deaths of all of Xavier's students at the hands of his own designs on his conscious.
T'Challa rolled Forge over onto his stomach, then proceeded to deep dick him in the air duct, ramming the entire length of his 10" ramrod straight through the X-Man's hole. Forge bit down on his lower lip to keep from screaming or grunting too loudly. His watery eyes could see the machines steady building, making more mutant hunting Sentinels even as the X-Men destroyed what they could on the surface.
"I'm getting close..." warned T'Challa, picking up the pace as his hips started to slap into Forge's buttock nonstop.
Forge grit his teeth as he did his best to make T'Challa cum quicker. He spread his legs and raised his ass high into the air, giving the African deeper access. T'Challa could feel the tight ring of Forge's hole sucking at his cock shaft, milking his ramrod as he slid it in and out at a fast and furious pace. "I am about to flood your arrogant man hole with my precious Royal seed, Forge! Though you do not deserve it, you should feel honored to hold my precious seed inside you!"
Forge groaned as T'Challa rammed his big hard cock all the way up into his bowels, then fired heavy gushes of thick slick warm ball fluids into his aching innards. Forge could actually feel the cock pulsating inside of him, filling his anal gut with the black man's royal juice.
Forge felt relieved that his personal torment was over. He felt T'Challa's big rubbery cock going soft inside of him, then felt the African pull his cock free of his sore hole and roll away. But just when Forge thought his punishment was over..., "Hold still, bitch..., we ain't don't with you yet...!"
Bishop climbed up on top of him, holding Forge down with the heavy weight of his thick muscled teen body.
"No, wait...!" called Forge, feeling Bishop's gloved hand wrap around his mouth as the teen aimed his thick cock up to the inventor's cum lined hole with his free hand, and shoved forth. "HUUMMMFFFHH...!!" screamed Forge into Bishop's hand as the futuristic teen rammed all 9 and 1/2 inches of black cock right up his ass...
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Deeper within the compound, Professor Charles W. Xavier found himself naked, a mental blocking helmet covering most of his head [absorbing data and memories] as he lay between two human sized Sentinel robots, both holding either end of his body as they repeatedly thrust their mechanical [flesh like] cocks in and out of his mouth and ass. A steady stream of what appeared to be semen [but was instead a man made compound] oozed slickly from Xavier's ravished orifices.
From a control booth [watching Xavier's torture] was one of the Sentinel's founding creators, a scientist by the name of Trask. He examined Xavier's brainwaves and data while his robots kept him preoccupied by filling his body repeatedly with a serum that insured cooperation from the injected source.
"How are you enjoying my pet projects, Professor...?" asked Trask over an intercom system linked to the room Xavier was held in. "The original designs were forged by one of you early students..., a colleague of mine named Forge, --ironically. The original programming was to protect humans from evil mutants, but as you can see I've modified the design to add a few tender touches of my own, just for you and you students at that mutant mansion you call a school!"
((("Trask..."))) called Professor Xavier mentally, though the metal helmet he wore was a mental blocker, Xavier was still powerful enough to project his thoughts with extreme difficulty. ((("...my students have nothing to do with this...! They're innocent! Let them go!!)))
"Innocent...?" laughed Trask, --a cruel mad scientist's laugh. "NO mutant is born innocent, Charles! YOU of all people should know that by now!"
((("You blame me for the actions of your son, Legion...! You wanted me to find a cure for his mutant condition..., but Legion was unbalanced telepath...! There was no cure for his condition because mutation is not a disease...!"))) explained Xavier.
"Old water under the bridge, eh Professor...?" asked Trask, trying to remain focused. "You know..., my wife Emily and I came to you, all those years ago, hoping you would be able to help our only child from the nightmares happening in his head! We gave him to you with the assurance that he would be fixed...! But as soon as you released him from that so-called school of yours..., he attacked his mother and me, boring sick twisted images of mutilation in our brains while he took turns raping us! We were helpless to fight him, unprepared for the heightened mutant capabilities that YOU taught him!"
((("I merely showed Legion how to use his powers to benefit mankind...")))
"Liar!!" yelled Trask emotionally, losing his temper. "You taught him that his parents..., that ALL human beings were his enemy! That we were beneath him! He raped us repeatedly, over and over for months! My wife became pregnant, with her own son's baby! One night when she couldn't take it anymore, she committed suicide..., she took a power tool to her brain in an attempt to bore the images out of her head, killing herself and the baby! I killed my son as he stood over her mangled body, laughing at her!"
((("Trask..."))) called Xavier, sympathetically.
"I will NOT stand by and allow mutants to ruin the rest of the country like they did my family! They need to be stopped, so that mankind and prevail and survive!"
((("Mutants and humans don't have to be enemies...")))
"So YOU say, Professor..., but what kind of insurance do we have...? Who will save us once mutants start to group together and show world dominance?" asked Trask, seeing the future through his own eyes. "No..., the ONLY way to insure mutants never enslave us, is by destroying them! One miserable mutant at a time!"
Xavier felt the Sentinels' manmade cocks start to increase in pace, sliding faster through his oil slickened oral and anal orifices. Xavier kept his body limp, allowing the robots to have full control. They fucked him anyway they saw fit, slamming their pelvises into him harder and faster. Xavier was helpless to stop them, his telepathy limited with the Neutralizer attached to his brain scan. When he felt the Sentinels' cocks expanded and started shooting more oily secretions into Xavier's body, the Professor realized Trask was poising him, feeding his body lethal doses through the Sentinels' manmade sperms.
"Oh yes, Professor..., you will experience what Emily and I experienced before our untimely deaths! My Sentinels have an unending supply of the oil compound they are currently shooting into you! In small doses it doesn't do much of anything, but larger doses will eventually cease all bodily functions! Your brain won't die, but your body will, incasing you in your very own tomb! And THIS I will do with all of your mutants!" laughed Trask, as the Sentinels continued to fuck Professor-X's weakening body...
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