Victims of a sinister plan

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Nathaniel Essex walked in the dark room where he kept his newest prisoner, a British like him but one really younger than him. Too many times Charles Xavier and his kids had foiled his plans for creating the perfect mutant and Essex, known in the criminal world as Mr. Sinister, had devised a plan that would bring the total annihilation of the X-Men and of Charles Xavier.

As he moved towards his prisoner, Sinister adjusted his vision to enable night vision, an ability he only had to activate through his power of shapeshifting. Smiling, he moved to the end of the room up to the athletic shape bound to the ceiling by an impressive set of chains.

Betsy Braddock, known to the X-Men as Psylocke, had fallen into a trap a few days before when she had answered a distress call from a young mutant that was studying in Xavier's school for gifted children. Of course, the kid had never been in danger and it had been a ruse to neutralize and kidnap the British ninja.

Caressing her face with his gloved hand, Sinister waited until she woke up, analyzing her every moves and every reactions she would experience while under the influence of the powerful drug he had given her. This drug, Depreva, his own invention, was designed to neutralize any powers the recipient could have.

Sinister bent over Psylocke's body, smelling her sweet perfume while whispering to her ear: "Wake up wake up sunshine. Its time to start the interview!"
 
Elizabeth "Betsy" Braddock
5'11
155 lbs
out on a date with a friend she responds to an emergency distress call from near by

while unable to go back and change to uniform she is stuck wearing

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it is a shame she was having a good time until suddenly everything went black

running through it in her mind "someone will pay for this" thinking angrily to herself

waking up suddenly and instantly yanking at her chains

"what is your game Sinister? you are always up to no good"

hanging there she begins formulating a mean of escape as her sensually athletic form tugs at the chains more

"you will never get away with this Sinister the X-Men will find me and I will take great pleasure watching Scott blast that smirk off of your twistedly metallic face"

in a brief moment of fear she knows she just gave Sinister fuel for the fire and that he now knows she cares about Cyclops enough to call him Scott her facial expression changing from anger to slightly sad and immediately resorting to trying to use her telekinetic powers to undo her shackles only to be met with a resounding headache

"aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what did you do to my powers Sinister?"
 
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The tall and built mutant laughed as she obviously tried to free herself from her predicament using her powers. Psylocke was a fighter and he would obviously need more than chains to break her spirit but that was all part of his plan.

"What I did? Well, I injected you with my newest creation, a serum nullifying super powers. In your case, I also added a product to downgrade your physical strength as well as two different drugs enhancing physical sensations."

As he finished informing her on the mix of chemicals already flowing in huge quantities in her blood, Essex moved away, analyzing her physical reactions to Depreva. He wanted to see how quickly Braddock's body would react to the serum. Of course, it had already nullified her powers but the state of arousal and bliss were supposed to kick him pretty soon.

The impressively tall scientist grabbed one of his prisonner's thigh and lifted it off the ground, knowing how flexible the ninja was. He immediately looked under the short dress she was wearing, curious to see what kind of underwear she had on. Caressing the muscled yet delicate leg of his captive, Sinister clicked on a small remote in his left pocket, starting to record everything that would happen in his experiment.

Even though he had explained what was in the serum, the evil genius had no intention in explaining anything about his master plan. Once the pleasure would kick in, he would start to give her a mix of pain and pleasure to lower her impressive mental resistance and would use his own psychic powers to program her for a specific mission: bringing chaos in the Xavier Mansion. With that command in mind, she would do everything to slowly destroy the foundations of what had been built by Charles Xavier. He would erase her personal limits and would push her into doing anything, even the most humiliating things, to ensure the success of her mission.

Amused by his machinations, the vain mutant kept caressing Psylocke's inner thigh, slowly climbing towards her covered crotch, teasing her with his expert fingers, waiting for more visible reactions.
 
Psylocke did her best to remain calm all the while examining her chains and surroundings in hopes of devising a means of escape before looking him in the eyes her wrists have a small trickle of blood streaming down her arm from yanking on her restraints

"okay Sinister I know I am not going any where so why am I here? You have always sought a means of destroying Scott"

feeling his fingers close to her crotch and for the first time in her unnatural life she felt something never before felt "what is this feeling" she asks herself silently the warmth running through her helpless body as her breathing begins to get heavier "get a grip Betsy" she says to herself again silently "are you afraid?"

"Hey Sinister come closer I have a secret for you that you will want to hear"

motioning his head closer with a tugging of her own
 
Sinister laughed at her futile attempt to escape the adamantium chains he had closed around her wrists and ankles and her even more ridiculous attempt to lure him close so she could try to use her combat techniques against him.

Even though Psylocke was an impressive fighter, Essex knew that with the powerful drug he had injected in her, she was no match for him. Smiling, he moved back to get a better look at the girl's luscious body and lifted one hand, using his telekinesis to slowly pull down the zipper of his prisoner's dress.

At the same time, he used his other hand to tear her panties off, throwing them behind him.

"See my dear, I will destroy Scott Summers and the X-men but not in the usual way....You will be my weapon against them....You will be the seed of chaos I will plant in the Xavier mansion and slowly, you will grow into a storm that will destroy the unity of Charles Xavier's men....Then my success will be complete!"

Essex started to laugh madly as he lifted the bound mutant off the floor using his telekinesis, exposing her most private area to his perceptive eye.
 
struggling against her restraints as she is lifted up in the air

"I will never let you use me in your twisted games Sinister I would die before betraying Scott I mean before betraying my friends"

looking around for something to help free her as she tugs relentlessly at her shackles

"And even if you manage to some how coerce me into doing your bidding you better pray the X-Men kill me or I will be back and you won't see me coming"

attempting to sound tough though it is obvious in her voice she is not only terrified but extremely embarrassed as her lady bits are exposed to him

"I think you and Scott should sit down maybe go on a date you have such a hard on for the guy"

spitting into Mr. Sinister's eye

"Tell me the truth Sinister what do you really expect to happen I mean why me? Why not Jean he loves her more than life itself and would trust her if it was my plan I would use her it is a much more sound strategy"

He can hear a faint sound of desperation as she tries to stall him
 
With chilling calm, Sinister wipes away Braddock's spit from his face. "It is quite simple really, you are familiar with Yoko Ono, I presume? What I have planned will be so subtle, so sneakingly sinister, not a one of them will ever see it comming. And you, my pet, will be the keenly honed instrument of my chaos! All the while, wallowing in the torment of seeing the seeds of dischord you will sew for me and not being able to do a thing to stop it. A passenger, trapped within your own mind, watching as you skillfully practice your art to turn every last one of them against each other."

Essex squeezed the supple flesh of Betsy's innner thigh as he explained, his voice rising and dipping with maniacle intent. He let go of her thigh then and stepped back, eyeing her coldly. Turning away, he collected a glinting steel case from a metal tray. "And this will be the means by which I posess you to do my will." Essex returned to face her, just out of her reach. Slowly, he lifted the metal case, no bigger than a small jewlery box. The hinges scraped, like a newly tooled machine, making a hissing sound.

Inside, resting on a bed of red satin was a polished silver device. It was vaguely shaped like some sort of squid-like thing. Tiny, no thicker than an inch around in the middle, with a tapered, rounded head, and a flowing cascade of wire like 'tentacles' for lack of a better discription. Sinister held it for Betsy to see, letting the sight of it sink in.

With a wicked grin Mr. Sinister said. "It's a psychic beacon, specifically designed to allow to control you with your own powers... But it must be... Inserted into the hosts body. I don't suppose I will be able to convince you to willingly swallow it, giving up your very mind to me, will I? Fortunately, the coctail of drugs I've injected you with will be making you much more... Pliable in mere minutes..."

Mr. Sinister gingerly activated the device and it began to pulse a red light from within its metalic frame as the wire-like tentacles began to wriggle about. "Tell me, Miss Braddock, how does it feel to be so helpless? Call it research, for science."
 
Trying to utilize her ninja training she closes her eyes attempting meditation to help fight the injection

"Just so you know Sinister I am never going to forgive you for this and when it is over you won't know I am coming but I will be there"

frantically yanking on her shackles as her eyes open and she slowly begins to relax from the chemicals running through her veins

"You"

a small pause

"bastard"

a longer pause than the first

"I will"

a shorter pause

"do what you tell me to"
 
"We shall see, Miss Braddock, in time, we shall see." Mr. Sinister replied, stepping forward while Betsy's resistance slowly drained away.

He sat the metalic case down and plucked the mechanical device from it's bed of satin.

Chuckling softly at her final insult, Mr. Sinister turned and ran the cool fingers of his free hand up along Betsy's inner thigh, lifting her leg so that the lips of her exposed sex parted ever so slightly.

"Very good, then I command you to watch. Watch as your free will is stripped away and you become the instrument of my revenge upon Scott and all the other X-fools who have stood in my way for so long.

Mr. Sinister slowly lifted the device toward her exposed sex, its wire thin tentacles squirming to gain purchase upon her flesh. There was a subtle shock of electricity as the rounded head of the device touched her opening and slid inside of her with ease.

The wirey tentacles protruded from her entrance and began to lash at her with stinging electrical shocks as the device worked its way deeper and deeper within her. The tentacles drew into her as well, and she could no longer see the device, but she could feel it, writhing and dragging itself ever upward within her vaginal canal.

The head of the device struck soundly against her cervix, barring it's further penetration, the device was not thwarted its invasion of her body. The tentacles slithered around and with surgical percision, slid in through the tiny aperture, creating a tunnel for the body of the device to slip through.

Mr. Sinister flashed his pointed teeth and brought up a holographic image from the devices viewpoint. "Watch." He commanded her. "It will enter your womb and tap into your nervous system. When you do as I command, it will release pleasureable endorpines. If you do not, then it will block your synaptic responces and send my commands directly to your brain, forcing you to carry them out, while you watch helplessly. So, the more you obey, the better you shall feel. If you do not, you will be forced to watch yourself betray your friends."
 
letting out a soft shudder of disgust as clenched her teeth as she gets violated in this way with no means of fighting back feeling completely helpless

her legs and body trembling from the creature crawling around inside her as a tear streams down her cheek

This violation of her body gives her a momentary pause as she thinks to herself unaware Mr. Sinister can now also interpret her thoughts "So this must be the way other feels when I use my gifts on them it is so invasive and he better pray the X-Men kill be because I swear on my life I will kill him for this"

her body beginning to struggle less as she realizes he is doing to her what she has done to countless people over the years
 
"There, it is done, sleep now Miss Braddock. When you awake, you will be far from this place and free to return to your precious X-Men. Now sleep..." Mr. Sinister said with a terrible grin as Betsy's eyes grew heavy and her head began to droop against her will.

OOC: Sorry for the short post, but thats all there needed to be to lead you into a scene shift, waking up somewhere else.
 
falling asleep in a confused state hearing his words in the distance

Waking up suddenly in her own room back at the X-Mansion unsure whether what she saw really happened or whether it was a dream

sitting up slowly and rubbing her neck trying to make sense of these events she stumbles to her feet and makes her way to the bathroom

"God I need a shower" she says softly as she looks at herself in the mirror

"That's it Betsy you are never mixing sushi with martinis again" she laughs playfully

dropping her clothes to the floor and stepping in the shower and begins washing herself
 
Jean walked into the communal shower room rubbing her hair with a clean white towel. She'd just finished her daily danger room program and was a bit sweaty and maybe a little drained. She looked up to see Betsy standing under one of the shower's jets.

"Oh, Betsy, I didn't realize you'd awoken." Jean turned her head to give Betsy her privacy and hestitantly asked. "...How are you feeling? We got your distress beacon ten hours ago and found you unconsious, laying in the middle of an empty field somewhere out in Kansas. Hank found traces of sedatives in your system... We've all been so worried about you!" Jean tossed her towel into a hamper and sat on a bench around the corner from the showers.
 
Looking her up and down not knowing why but feeling this sensation towards her she never felt before

"I am fine Jean thank you for your concern"

walking a little closer to her and turning on a shower beside her

"I just did not want to shout beside the view gets better the closer I get to you"

pausing a moment

"I mean I can see you better up close the sedatives are messing with my eyes"

forgetting momentarily that Jean is a telepath she thinks to herself "Get a grip Betsy this is Jean you are looking at calm yourself woman" then washes her legs bending over her firm round ass pointing up towards Jean

"So was it just Hank who found me or did Scumbag I mean Scott assist in my recovery?"

standing up and instinctively looking Jean in the eyes

"I am sorry Jean I just felt so alone and vulnerable and as you know vulnerable is not something I am good at feeling"
 
"Do you know how you got there? The last any of us knew, you were just out on a date..." Jean asked. "Oh.. I... There must be some residual effects from the sedatives in your system. They were pretty powerful from what Hank said." The next thing that Betsy said shocked Jean and she got to her feet. "Betsy! Scott is NOT a scumbag! Honestly, why would you say such a thing?" Jean looked hurt and a little angry as the two of them locked eyes.

"Oh Betsy... It's okay, I know it's gotta be hard seeing what Scott and I have when you're alone... Hey, maybe we could have a girls night out or something, we could invite Rogue and some of the others. What do you think?"
 
Stepping closer to Jean and lifting her hand up brushing Jean's hair to the side

"Jean I am sorry I am not sure why I said that please forgive me it must be the experience is messing with my head or the sedatives"

leaning in giving Jean a warm hug as her breasts press firmly against Jean's

"I think until I can get myself together we should probably limit my contact with the others but I would love to go out with you Jean let me finish showering first"

slapping Jean playfully on the butt then going back over to her shower and finishes washing up then walking past Jean not wrapping up in her towel but draping it over her shoulder

"See you down stairs Jean don't keep me waiting"

walking out of the shower room and looking back giving Jean a playful wink as she leaves to go to her room
 
"Its... Its alright Betsy, you've been through something..." Jean accepted Betsy's hug a little hesitantly, but gingerly patted her shoulder, her wet naked shoulder. "Maybe you're right. I guess I'd be alright with that. Are you sure you're alright though? Ahp!" Jean chirped as Betsy gave her a light smack on the rear. "See you down stairs, Betsy." Jean said, as she lowered her eyes while Betsy walked by her in the nude.
 
Driving the car quickly weaving in and out of traffic occasionally looking over at Jean

"Wow Jean you look great tonight did you get dolled up for little ole me?"

pulling into the parking lot of The Aureole and steps out then walks over opening the car door for her reaching out for her hand

"Shall we dear"
 
Jean smiled a bit, lowering her eyes and blushed at Betsy's comment. She took her hand and slipped out of her seat next to Betsy. "Actually, I kind of dressed for me, but... We look gooood, don't we?" Jean replied as she looked around, noticing all the eyes they were drawing. "At least that's the popular opinion." Jean added as she playfully tapped her head. She turned her eyes upon a man who'd been reading a paper, but had let it drop to his lap as they came walking by. His eyes went a little bigger as she looked right at him, and he quickly went back to reading, or at least pretending to read. Jean leaned in against Betsy and giggled over it.
 
Smiling at Jean as she takes Jean's hand

"So it has been awhile for you since you have let loose enough to relax huh?"

walking in the exquisite 5 star romantic restaurant opening the door for Jean

"Yes we do look good Jean thank you for coming with me"

walking in and asks the maitre d for a private booth and hands him a hundred dollar bill sitting down and smiling patting the bench seat beside her

"Come on Jean don't be shy I won't bite"

pausing a moment as she looks up into Jean's eyes

"Unless you want me to"

laughing playfully

"hahahaha"
 
Jean took in the atmosphere of the restaurant and gave Betsy a concerned look. "Are you sure you can afford this? It's got to be wildly expensive... She focused on the seat Betsy offered her almost hesitantly. She put on an uncertain smile and laughed with Betsy. "Why do I have the feeling I'm being seduced?" She asked retorically as she slipped in beside Betsy, blushing and shyly covering her face, peeking between her fingers at her. Collecting herself, she sat up propperly and took a crystal stemmed glass of water delicately in hand and sipped it like a lady.
 
"Don't worry about the money Jean I got it covered as for seducing you?"

pausing momentarily and resting her hand on Jean's upper thigh

"I thought it was you seducing me"

taking a sip of her champagne

"Oh Jean relax and enjoy yourself you have been so stressed lately let's just enjoy each others company and have a good night"

giving a soft squeeze to Jean's thigh her finger tips lightly touch next to Jean's panties before pulling her hand back slowly
 
"What, with my stunning good looks and animal magnetism, right?" Jean joked almost breathlessly as Betsy caressed her inner thigh. "I'm sorry Betsy, I'm trying... I really am. You know what's inside of me though, what can... Happen... If I let loose. God, I don't mean to be such a repressed prude..." Jean looked away and took another sip of her water. "With Scott, it's safe, he's a rock, you know?" Jeans voice drifted to a mere whisper. "I'm a monster... I've destroyed whole galaxies, murdered trillions, I don't deserve his love. I don't deserve anyones love."
 
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