Gambit reawakens

With a jolt, Remy Lebeau shot up, awake. He had just had the most haunting nightmare. In his dream, he was **** and he had stalked and converted his friends and teammates, Dazzler and Psylocke. It was a sordid memory of seduction and lust. **** ravaged their willing bodies as they hungrily pleasured him. Over time, their skin grew as dark as his, their hair turning pale white. **** had planned to take over the rest of the mutants on the island in a similar way.

Gambit sat up and looked around. To his shock, Alison and Betsy lay by his side. Thankfully still flesh tone and alive, but all of them were completely naked! To his horror, he realized that this was not a dream, but a memory! He quickly shook the girls awake.

“Ladies!” he cried out.

Alison was the first to stir. She opened her eyes to look at Remy quizzically, then quickly discovered that she was nude! She covered up with a gasp, causing Betsy to rouse. Betsy was more dignified in covering her modesty before asking, “What happened?”

“Désolée, mon amies, I am afraid I’ve dragged you into some grave danger…” Gambit told them. “I had been hiding it for a while now, but my **** persona has resurfaced!”

“Did we…?” Alison asked, putting two and two together. She looked at Remy in shock, then at Betsy and blushed; A flood of memories hitting her at once. “So… it wasn’t a dream…” She swallowed dryly, glancing away from Psylocke with a blush.

“If we share the same memories, all of those memories may very well have transpired…” Betsy admitted. “The pressing issue is what do we do about it?”

“We ‘ave to warn de others!” Gambit replied. “Dey’ve got to lock me up before I do something worse! I don’t know when he’ll turn up again! I’ve been feeling my control over my body fading time and again… it’s like I’m holding on as tight as I can but still losing my grip!”

“And if **** shows up again, will that mean we go under his influence again?” Alison asked.

“It’s possible,” Betsy admitted. “How did you stop **** before, Remy?”

“Majik’s soulsword did the trick, but that was when I was under the control of Limbo. I don’t know if magic is at work dis time…”

“If nothing else, we can at least warn the others,” Betsy determined, touching her head. “I will contact Emma and tell her what’s happened!”

“Meanwhile, there’s something we must be able to do…” Alison added.

Remy thought. “I dun t’ink we’d be able to hold ‘im back forever, but if we bury ourseves inside, we could be able to keep **** contained until th’others can t’ink o’ somethin’ better…”

“I guess it’s a good thing we came all the way out here then. It’s isolated from the main settlement,” Alison noted. She got up and looked around. “We already ended up in a hard to access spot. We just need to plug up the holes.” She looked up at the air duct she and Psylocke had come in through, then shot out a photonic blast at it, caving the hole in. “This is essentially us burying ourselves alive…” she muttered under her breath.

“Dere’s no ways about it, Chere,” Gambit replied, charging up some debris and throwing it down the hall to bring it down as well. The two X-men moved around, filling in every exit point so that they were trapped. After the demolition, they were confined to a few dorm rooms, a washroom and the cut off hallway.

They returned to Psylocke who was telepathically communicating with the other X-men. After a while, she opened her eyes and leaned back, letting out a sigh.

“Did you get the message out?” Alison asked.

“Barely,” Betsy replied. “We’re so deep underground and far from the main base, I needed to focus hard to break through the interference. Emma got the message and is forming a team as we speak.”

The tension in the room felt lighter, but did not go away completely.

“How much air do you think we have in here?” Dazzler asked.

“It shouldn’t be a concern,” Psylocke replied. “The team should come in shortly.”

There was a low guttural laughing that echoed through the halls. Alison and Betsy turned to see the obsidian form of **** where Gambit had been standing a moment before.

“Not soon enough, it appears,” **** gloated, marching into the room.

Alison heard Betsy talk to her in her head. “Play along.”

Alison looked at Betsy. The nude ninja climbed off the bed and stepped over to ****, swaying her hips until she stood in front of him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and brushed it down his chest sensually.

“It seems we’ve been trapped down here by our own hands, master,” Psylocke said. Alison caught onto Betsy’s plan; they were going to pretend to be ****’s thralls. Psylocke must have invoked a psychic barrier to keep him from actually controlling them.

“It was a futile effort,” **** dismissed.

“What should we do, master?” Alison asked. “Do we blow our way out?” She mentally reached out to Betsy and told her, “We might be able to buy the team some time by slow rolling our breakout.”

“No need!” **** laughed. “You ladies had unwittingly done me a favor by bringing the X-men to me. Once they’re here, we’ll be ready to ambush them!”

Psylocke and Dazzler gave each other a worried look. Psylocke took the lead. She narrowed her eyes and dipped her head while looking into ****’s eyes seductively.

“Well, it could be a while before they arrive. What should we do in the meantime?”

The X-woman slid her hand down ****’s body, grasping around the evil incarnation’s exposed cock. It stiffened in her grip, telling Betsy that this distraction might work.

**** stroked the ninja’s long dark locks and said, “Mmm… I like the way you think…”

Psylocke went down on ****, taking his cock into her mouth and expertly bobbed her head back and forth as it continued to grow to full mast. Dazzler joined in, walking up and pressing her body against the dark mutant. They kissed as **** fondled her naked body, groping her, then feeling up her tits.

He shifted his attention to Betsy, turning her around so that he could stick his dick into her tight ass. Betsy braced herself, knowing that any hesitation would tip him off that he wasn’t in control. Alison dropped to her knees and started lubricating the phallus with her mouth, then went over and started slobbering over Betsy’s gaping ass in an attempt to thoroughly lubricate her for the penetration.

**** grew impatient and pressed the bulb of his penis against Psylocke’s opening. Psylocke’s mouth dropped as she felt herself get filled up from behind. She gasped and moaned softly as **** started pumping into her. Her body rocked with his and he picked up his pace.

Betsy moaned, rocking herself on her hands and knees as she listened and felt the steady pap of **** moving in and out of her. Alison caressed ****’s body, trying to heat him up even more, shimmying and rubbing up against him. She kissed his shoulder and neck, blew softly by his ear. His hands reached down to finger her pussy. She wrapped his arm around herself so that she leaned back into him while he blasted into her vulva. She could feel sparks as if he was kinetically charging particles around her erogenous zone.

Psylocke was feeling the effects of ****’s sexual prowess as well. Her breathing became haggard as she pushed her ass back against him, knowing that slowing down would give her away as faking. The intensity of the ass play was beyond what she had prepared for though and the sensation threatened to overtake her.

“Ali! I fear I may not last long…” she warned her friend. “If I lose myself, I won’t be able to defend against ****’s influence!”

Alison knew she had to do something or else they’d only be obstacles to their teammates when they arrived.