Who Gets the Last Laugh
“Take
that!” Psylocke screamed as she slashed her
sword about. The woman
had no idea who was attacking
her as everything around her
was pitch black.
However, she could sense that
their was some sort of
presence in the
darkness. Every few seconds, a quick
jab or a slap would land on
her face and she was
getting sick and tired of
it. She wasn’t sure what
was happening, but she could
sense that the assailant
was pushing her
somewhere. The female mutant wanted
to fight back, but herself
being redirected.
Eventually she found herself
in another dark room
except this one was filled
with laughter, female
laughter. However, there
was a scream, a scream from
Psylocke as her sword fell to
the ground.
The purple
haired mutant couldn’t believe what she
was seeing before her. On the other side of the room
was Emma Frost, the White
Queen. Gone were her corset
and cape, but she still had
her latex opera gloves and
her white thigh-high
boots. The woman was on all
fours and laughing
hysterically as a huge black shadow
gripped her hips and slammed
its member into her
pussy. The shadow looked
huge and muscular, but had
no real face, just a bluish
cloud, yet it had the body
of a man. She saw the
hands move from Emma’s hips to
her waist, where it gripped
the woman’s ribs, and held
her tight. The shadow
began to pound furiously into
the woman. Within
seconds, Emma’s arms gave out and
the woman’s face slammed into
the cold metal floor,
but she continued to laugh as
the shadow continued to
pound her with its member.
“My god,
what is going on around here?” Psylocke
gasped as two sets of hands
gripped her arms and held
her.
“Get out of
here, Betsy. Get out while you still
can,” she heard a voice inside
her head.
“Jean? Is that you? What’s going on?”
“We’ve . .
. we’ve . . .” the woman’s voice trailed
off.
“Oh my!” Psylocke gasped again as she was turned
slightly to her left where she
saw Storm. The very
composed and unruffled mutant
now had a lust plastered
all over her face. The
woman was completely naked as
her legs wrapped themselves
around another dark cloud.
The cloud was a bit larger
than Emma’s, which caused
Storm’s body to be slanted as
her wet hair glided
across the floor like a mop
while her body was slanted
and savagely thrusting against
the cloud. Just like
Emma, Storm was laughing too
as her chest heaved up
and down. The woman’s
body glistened with sweat as
she lost herself in her lust.
“Run
Betsy. Run,” Jean’s weakened voice surfaced in
Psylocke’s mind again.
“I
can’t. Something is holding me in place.”
“You must .
. . you must escape . . . you must warn
the others,” Jean’s voice
started to break.
“What’s
going on?” the startled purple haired mutant
inquired.
“Everything
. . . I do . . . I can’t . . . NOOOOO!!
Hahahahaha!!
Hehehehe!! I’m losing,” the red haired
woman giggled. “Run
Betsy. Hahaha! It’s gotten me
too! Hehehe!”
“Jean!”
Betsy’s mouth screamed as she was turned
around and saw the red haired
mutant. Just like
Storm, Jean was naked and her
body was glistening with
sweat. However, unlike
Storm and Emma, Jean had three
shadows around her. One
was lying on the floor as
Jean rode it. Two other
shadows stood on either side
of the woman as her hands
reached between their
crotches and gave them a hand
job. Jean Grey had a
wry smile on her face as she
giggled incessantly,
totally unable to control
herself. “What is going
on?” Psylocke asked.
“Don’t . .
. know . . . they came . . . make you . .
. laugh . . . avoid them,” Jean chuckled as Psylocke
watched in horror as Jean’s
laughter was only silenced
by a huge long member entering
her mouth, yet it was
translucent and making the
woman’s eyes glaze over.
“You won’t
get me!” the purple haired woman roared as
she extended her Psi-Knife,
but found that the grip
was too strong. In fact,
a large hand covered her
mouth and nose, covering her
passageways. The mutant
tried to struggle and breathed
in some of the gas from
the hand into her lungs. She felt her body shake as
it tickled her insides.
“It’s laughing gas! These
things are made of laughing
gas!” the woman’s mind
shrieked as she saw her
friends all being ravaged and
laughing about it.
“Let go,”
Psylocke heard Emma’s voice in her mind,
laughing.
“NOOO!! Must hold out!” Psylocke’s mind shrieked.
“Let
go. You have to breath soon,” Jean’s voice
giggled in Psylocke’s mind.
Betsy knew
that Jean was right. Her lungs were
already burning from the lack
of oxygen and it was
getting harder and harder to
concentrate. In fact,
the woman’s Psi-Knife had
disappeared back into her
hand. She could feel her
outfit slowly being removed
and she failed to struggle
against it since she was
greatly weakened. Her
lungs screamed at her while her
mind screamed at her not
breath, but her friends’
voices were egging her on in
her mind. Finally, with
a long groan, the purple
haired woman took in a deep
breath. As the air and
gas seeped into her lungs, she
began to chuckle. “Noo .
. . I . . . must . . . I
must . . .” she giggled as her
hands gripped her bare
stomach.
“It feels
so good!” Emma laughed as she was pulled
off the ground and sandwiched
between two gaseous
creatures. The White
Queen was almost completely
engulfed by the blueish
creatures as they surrounded
her. Yet, she didn’t
care, at least that was the
impression that she gave since
she was laughing.
Psylocke
began to laugh uncontrollably as she saw
Storm on her hands and knees,
hovering over a creature
while another one rammed her
from behind. The woman
was still laughing, but the
laughter had been muted by
another creature, who was
attacking her open mouth,
releasing more of the gas into
her lungs. Her hands
also flailed in the air until
she gripped two
creatures and began to jack
them off. “How can gas .
. . how can gas . . . do
this?” Psylocke laughed to
herself.
“It can’t .
. .” Emma’s voice laughed. “This isn’t
real. These things
aren’t real! This is the Danger
Room!”
“But . . .
but they . . .”
“We have to
get out and stop it or we’re all
screwed!” the White Queen
laughed.
“I can!” Betsy laughed as she fell to her knees.
“Don’t
fight. Don’t fight it,” Jean Grey’s voice
laughed inside Psylocke’s head
as the purple haired
mutant fell to the ground and
felt her legs being
parted. She then felt
her buttocks being spread as
thick pole was shoved into her
sex. Although it hurt
like hell, the woman laughed
as the creature began to
ravage her sex. By now,
the mutant was laughing just
like the rest.
High above
all four mutants, inside the control room
leading into the Danger Room
itself, a blue skinned
mutant sat in front of a
console and smiled. Laying
across her lap was a nude
Asian teenager, who had a
muzzle over her mouth. The teen laughed incessantly
into the muzzle as the woman
surveyed her work. The
room below was completely
filled with the laughing gas
and once the women were passed
out, she would collect
them and take them back
Magneto’s headquarters.
However, while she waited, she
can continue to play
with her newest toy as she
laughed, except unlike the
others, she wasn’t affected by
the gas.
The End