Reinhibited

I woke up to a splitting pain in my skull. And then I heard the pained whimpers of women. I **** my eyes open and saw, behind panes of glass, Ororo, Jean, and Marie. I was in a cell, three walls glass so I could see the girls, the fourth your more traditional bars. It took me a minute to understand why they were clawing at the not-glass between us. I had a brand new inhibitor in place, and the three women were suffering from being without the ****. Somewhere back in the X-Mansion, Kitty was in this same state of distress.

“Enjoying their pain?” a voice asked, and I wheeled. It was Magneto, his head cocked looking at me.

“No! Of course not! They need the **** I let out, they’re addicted!” I begged Magneto. He chuckled.

“I am aware of that. I don’t strike you as benevolent, do I?” he chuckled.

“I thought your whole deal was mutants against the world? They’re mutants!” I tried to appeal. He laughed.

“Charles has done irreparable damage to my opposition. No, I want him squashed. And you brought me three of his heaviest hitters, all of whom are hooked on a deadly substance I can turn on and off.” Magneto said dryly.

“Please, just save them!” I pleaded.

“Dean Wayne, I crafted you to be my extended claw. You should not have feelings for them. You should be ready to kill them at a second’s notice.” Magneto snarled. I blinked.

“You crafted me?” I repeated.

“Yes! Did you really think some human doctor restricted your powers? No, I have genetically modified your mutant gene to give you multiple powers. But you used them to the wrong ends, so now I’m taking them back. This inhibitor is wired to your brain. You cannot remove it without taking your brain with it. I alone have the remote. So let me explain how this is going to go.” Magneto explained.

“For one, withdrawals from your pheromones won’t kill them. It’ll weaken them extraordinarily, and then they’ll be fine, completely free of possession. You have a much smaller strain of chemical emission now. Much smaller. Getting somebody hooked is impossible. You’ll have to get them exposed for several minutes before you can alter anything. Try small, enclosed spaces.” Magneto winked.

“Why are you helping me?” I asked.

“There’s a rogue spy within the X-Mansion walls. Name of Emma Frost. Her job was to infiltrate the mansion and take them out. They turned her. I’ve taken precautions. Your new inhibitor can store data without it being readable by telepaths. Keep your private thoughts stored in the inhibitor. Your mission is to use your chemical on Emma, and determine the reasoning behind her defection. Feel free to use her body anyway you want, AFTER you’ve collected the data. As for these three lovely ladies. Do not pursue any of them until I give you explicit instructions you have free time. I can now send remote orders. You will follow them, or I’ll blow the inhibitor. Your head goes kaboom.” Magneto said coldly.

“Surely they’ll remember this?” I asked.

“No. You’re going to be placed at the X-Mansion, and a mind scrub will take place. You’ll be recruited again, and your mission will begin.” Magneto said, and a familiar busty blond walked up beside him, and whispered in his ear. He brightened.

“Well, I’ll let your handler take things from here.” he said, and floated off. The blond opened the cell, and held up her hands.

“Hi, Dean. I’m Lorna Dane, and I’m Magneto’s daughter, Polaris. I’ll also be your handler.” she smiled. I tried to emit chemical. She gave a little laugh.

“The entirety of our Brotherhood has been immunized against you.” Lorna chuckled.

“Ok. So, what’s a handler mean?” I asked.

“I’ll be the one monitoring your inhibitor. I’ll be assigning missions, and we can sort of text in the inhibitor so long as you’re asleep. So we can debrief then. Unlike normal memories, our conversations will be stored in your inhibitor for you to refer to.” Lorna explained. She held out a hand, and I awkwardly put mine in hers.

“Physical contact doesn’t really do anything anymore. Your powers have been seriously limited. But do a good job and I’ll dial down the inhibition a little.” Lorna smiled, dropping my hand. She pushed a button on the remote and I passed out.

———

I woke up in my childhood bed, Lorna beside me, sleeping. I stirred and my sexy handler reached out and grabbed my hand.

“Back to sleep. Big day tomorrow.” she sighed. I climbed back into bed, and was surprised when Lorna cuddled up against me.

“Shut up. I’m cold.” she shivered. I wrapped my arms around her and fell asleep with her wonderful curvy body in my arms.