Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2009 10:14:45 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: xmen tales-16 / The SENTINELS

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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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...

Continued...
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