Rogue

Mojo observed how the screen in front of him pictured Rogue, who was sound asleep in her bedroom. “Aha! The audience knows about the pain that not being able touch others have brought her!” He shouted out, and then added the following words to his underlings: “Hearts and mind, maggots, remember that our business is all about hearts and minds!”

On the screen, Rogue turned and moaned in her sleep, one of her hands placed under the sheet.

“But how are we to do this? Hmm, let’s see…” Mojo began fidgeting with the buttons and switches, but soon gave up. “You!” He shouted to one of the nearby employees, “You know how to conduct complex operations on this machine?”

“Yes, oh benevolent and merciful Mojo, I do.” The underling stammered in reply.

“Then get over here!” Mojo screamed at him, and continued to speak, “Now, I
want Rogue’s power to be changed from absorbing all memories to absorbing feelings, particularly feelings of lust. Secondly, I want it changed so that she doesn’t knock people out upon skin-contact. The scenario of a girl fucking diverse **** men will soon bore the people. How fast can you fix this?”

“It’ll take a while, but I’ll get there.” The underling replied as he began to manipulate the machine.

“Well then, don’t waste time by moaning about along it will take, get it done!”

“Yes, oh masterful…”

“Silence!” Mojo screamed again, and then added: “Incompetents! I’m surrounded by incompetents!”

A few minutes later, the underling was done programming, and Mojo swiftly knocked him away from the screen. “Now,” the despot hissed out, “let’s wake her.”

Moaning loudly, Rogue became conscious, her eyes opening slowly. It was the middle of the night, but she had just awoken and was feeling far too rested to go back to sleep.

Realising that her hand was placed inside her panties, Rouge pulled it out of her and rolled over on her stomach, tucking her arms in her pillows as she tried to go back to sleep, knowing that if she got up and started her day at three o’clock at night, she’d be dead-tired before dusk.

But it was of no use, and after a half hour of turning and shifting her body, she was still wide-awake. Sighing and getting up into a sitting position, she crawled out of bed.

Figuring that a glass of milk or two would help her fall asleep, Rogue stepped out of her bed. Since the odds of running into anyone at half past three at night, with half the team out of town, wasn’t too great, Rogue didn’t bother to dress herself in a robe. Sneaking through the corridor in her black panties and top, Rogue had soon reached the kitchen.

Pushing the door open and stepping into the room, it was only then that she realised that the kitchen-lamp was already lit!