14. Betrayal: Rogue

After another long training room session, there was nothing Rogue craved more than a hot shower.

The water running down her body was divine, caressing all her generous curves.

“Ahhh, like the first rain after a wildfire” the southern belle moaned in pleasure

That changed to a shriek when the head of Kitty Pryde appeared in front of her. On instinct, Rouge threw a punch that just barely missed Kitty, the young woman retreating through the wall before appearing again.

“Hey, watch it!” She complained

“Kitty! I almost flattened you like roadkill! Buzz off now, I’m tryin to shower here”

Kitty’s eyes drifted down “Damn those are big”

Rogue started counting “3….2…”

The young mutant panicked “alright, alright, jeez. Bite my head off about it”

Shadowcat walked through Rogue and towards the other wall.

“Yowch! Did you jus-” Rogue started to yell but as her head turned, it wasn’t Kitty who was there

The only way to describe them was as a Shillouette, just a black void of something resembling smoke where a person should be. The Silhouette left the shower and went towards the cabinet in the bathroom. Carelessly, they scooped out all the medicine and toothpaste and such and let them fall on the floor. They had hidden something prior that they pulled out. A power dampening collar.

The anxiety all mutants felt at one of those crept over Rogue. Before even her next breath, Rogue flew at Shillouete. Or rather she tried to. Instead she fell out of the bathtub and flat onto the bathroom floor, her large breasts softening her fall.

This gave Shilloute the perfect opportunity to slip the collar on her.

“Just like that sedative work through you-” Shillouete touched Rouge and took on her appearance, powers and voice “Sugar”

Since the heroine was down and about to be out, Shillouete decided to have some fun and groped the heroine’s big tatas.

“Y’know for some redneck bimbo, you got a rockin 'body on ya. If I wasn’t under contract, I’d keep you for my personal collect”

The implication made Rogue’s stomach churn. The idea of being this…thing’s plaything. But the last thing she heard terrified her.

“Nighty night, sugar tits. That makes thirty seven X-bitches down”