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Quickman requested an X-Men story with Rogue tickled so here's pt1... enjoy!
Now to slowly get to work on the sequel to my SW series and the Streetfighter one... if i ever get off my lazy behind...
X-Men: Trial by Dangeroom Pt1
Rogue flew through the Dangeroom. Avoiding the Robotic sentries, the powerful X-Men moved with great skill and experience from hundreds of battles.
She was one destructive tank, capable of flight, absorbing powers, enduring great damage and superstrength.
As the humanoid sentries fired energybeams at her, she flew past the beams and slammed into one. A good punch from her gloved hand and the Southern belle beheaded one. She avoided another shot and dashed forth.
In the background there was a lot of noise.
Shogun and Psylocke were at work there.
Shogun, clad in a kind of modern Samurai armour easily evaded the strikes using his uncanny reflexes and superhuman fitness. His glowing arcane katana sliced through the metallic foes and he easily evaded the traps. His masked and helmeted face seeing all. His back was covered by the ‘Ninjaheroine’ Psylocke. She wore her hair in a ponytail and wore a tight blue attire with long boots and a belt. She wielded a ‘Psionic’ katana, forged by her own will. Like Shogun she had telekinetic powers and used them well. She moved with deadly grace, wading through her foes.
They all sweathed.
From the controlroom, Jubilation Lee… also known as Jubilee watched these X-Men train.
The Asian male especially caught her attention. The young woman leaned forward, clad in a yellow raincoat and wearing pink goggles.
She was sucking on the straw off her soda.
God he was handsome. If only he’d get out of that armour a bit more… . He was so stoic. And it seemed like his interest went more to Psylocke than her.
It irritated her.
She had returned a few months ago to the X-Men. And on the few occasions she’d been teamed up with him, she’d been ‘staring’ more at him than at anything else.
But besides treating her kindly and respectfully, his attention lay not with her. Not in the way she wished anyway.
Psylocke was in the way. And than there was Rogue. She really worked on her nerves. Always treating her as a kid. She was in her early twenties now! She had seen a lot of action during her time in Generation X.
She sighed, if only she could make those two pay… .
She smiled suddenly noticing the controls of the Dangerroom.
“Maybe…” she smiled and looked back. Locking the electronic door, she returned to the controls.
Jubilee checked the controls. “Hmmm… let’s see…” she said. Putting up the blinders, hiding her from view, she had the camera’s to watch for now.
“Who to take first…? That obnoxious overconfident Rogue? That icy efficient Psylocke? Or would she try to play with the stern and noble Samurai?”.
She giggled… this might be fun.
Shogun looked at the huge mechanical foe he had defeated, standing on top of him.
Shogun was a great tactician and had earned the respect of the older X-Men.
The Japanese male looked around.
”Well done Yuki!” Psylocke said.
Yukimura was Shogun’s real name. He was glad he wore the mask because he was certain he would be blushing from the compliment of the graceful Ninja. Ironic… . She fought like a ninja, the natural enemies of his noble family. Yet he… .
He frowned and stepped back.
Something was amiss, he could ‘feel’ it.
The fallen enemy ‘faded’ away and he lifted up his beloved arcane blade.
His free gloved hand went to rest on the grip of his sheathed wakizashi.
Suddenly walls appeared. Steel walls. And a box slid out around him, he tried to jump up but found him stuck inside. It was cramped, only his head stuck out. “Psylocke! Elisabeth! Be careful!” he tried to warn her.
Psylocke… also known as Elisabeth or ‘Betsy’ turned to see her comrade caught. The older woman rushed forth and warned managed to evade a similar box. However a mechanical arm grabbed her and more did so too, grabbing her ankles, wrists and neck. She was chained to the wall by all the arms and no matter how much she struggled there was no escape.
Psylocke’s gaze met that of Yuki. Than she looked to the side.
Rogue was on the other side of that wall. She hoped she was alright. But… somehow she doubted it.
’Had the Dangeroom gone haywire? Was this all a sick joke?’.
On the other end of the room Rogue gasped she was held stretched in midair.
The Southern Belle looked around. The powerful mechanical hands held her ankles and her wrists. Her long curly brown hair had a white lock in front. She still sweated a bit from all the effort of the training exercise.
”What is going on here?” she asked in a Southern accent so typical off her.
Jubilee giggled amused, looking at Rogue’s predicament.
Now it was time for the fun to begin. She had Rogue lowered. The program’s setting was such that even her superstrength wouldn’t be able to break free.
And though she would never be able to tickle Rogue at the risk off loosing her life because of Rogue’s superpower… the Dangeroom could.
She smiled as she watched a ‘laser’ cut away Rogue’s attire.
The brown belt with the ‘X’ emblem on the buckler fell onto the floor. Than her short brown jacket was removed.
She could hear the protests of Rogue “Hey! What is going on! Stop it!”.
Her yellow and green flightsuit was unzipped, and slowly her skin was unbared.
“My my… Rogue is a naughty girl. Black underwear” Jubilee giggled amused.
She zoomed in.
She had to admit that she was jealous of the pronounced hips and the very full breasts of Rogue.
Now only clad in her underwear and some scant vestiges of her superhero-outfit, she was left stretched and vulnerable.
Jubilee knew Rogue could endure pain and punishment but invulnerability had nothing to do with ticklishness.
Gently a feather materialised in the hand of a newly appearing mechanical arm. It rose up and started to wave it over the tummy of Rogue.
The Southern Belle’s eyes shot open. “Oh no. NO NONONOOooo!” Rogue said, realizing what was happening.
Small giggles started to escape the beautiful and powerful X-Men, her body trembled as her smooth and soft skin was teased by the feather’s tip.
Up and down it moved, not stopping. When it delved into her bellybutton, the stiff feather caused her to shiver.
Jubilee meanwhile decided to pick up the pace and other stiff feathers went for her armpits.
The feathers waving up and down, up and down. Three spots already.
She could see Rogue trying to escape. Pulling with all her superstrength but the illusions adapted everytime. The Dangeroom knew her abilities well, she had no chance.
”Time for the finale” Jubilee smiled. She was so enjoying this.
Rogue was laughing out loud when her underwear slowly twirled down to the floor below. Her sensitive breasts and nibbles targeted, soft mechanical hands began to torture them with caresses and rhythmic spiderwalking. Another spot targeted… .
But that wasn’t all. Rogue’s eyes began to tear as an additional duo of feathers started to dance around her behind.
So much itches and tickles and she was helpless to stop it.
Drops of sweat trickled down her nose, front, breasts and body in general.
But she knew the two worst spots were yet to come. Besides her breasts she had two very sensitive places on her body and she somehow knew they wouldn’t be spared.
Her gloves still one, her boots still one… they were stuck because of the way the arms held her. Perhaps she was safe in part?
She was proved wrong. As the tickling continued, she didn’t at first notice it but a soft warm breeze met her soles.
As the tickling slowed for a moment she became aware off it.
“Oh my god. No! Don’t please!” she said. She pleaded to her own regret and she didn’t even know to who.
Oh this was just plain delicious. Jubilee smiled. Mighty Rogue pleading.
It was funny to see her there. Defeated and immobilized. A mess, a wreck but the finale, had yet to come.
Rogue moved her toes a bit as if in reflex. When would the inevitable attack come? Her boots had been desoled and been pulled open in part, revealing her foot in a vulnerable fashion.
And than it began… worse than before a kind of brush was scrubbed across the full length off each foot. Moving over her arches, toes and heel. Not an inch of her foot was left untouched.
She shrieked… there was no other word for it. A shriek.
“MERCY!!! PLEHEHEHHEHEEEEAASSSSSSE!” she snorted and let out huge laughter as her body seemed on fire attacked from all sides but most fiercely on her feet.
Her nipples fully erect, the gorgeous Rogue felt heavily aroused.
Gambit, the love of her life was barely able to touch her because of her ability to absorb life on touch. Now she was getting a full body treatment and she feared yet desired full sensory overload.
Her toes tried to flex and wiggle but it changed nothing, there was no escape, no relief.
Shogun listened. “Someone or something is torturing Rogue! I can hear her beg” he said. “We must find a way to escape and come to the Ladies’aid”.
Psylocke listened and frowned. Yes she had heard begging from behind the wall but also… laughter?
Finally Jubilee decided to finish things, a feather reached Rogues gender and it took little effort to increase her shrieking and begging even more. Arousal grew and a small fire began to increase in size in her belly. She had been aroused by the tickling but this on top off all else was too much. “Please! Harder! Please!” she begged.
Jubilee frowned a moment, pulling up her pink glasses. The beautiful young Asian woman stared and sighed. Rogue had gotten enough, she wasn’t evil and she shouldn’t overdo it. After all they were friends… even if she grew irritated by her behaviour at times. She accelerated the pace on her soles and gender.
Than suddenly in response Rogue blushed, gasped and let out a little moan, hitting silent laughter and silent pleasure.
An orgasm hit her… .
Her eyes shot open, the machines stopped.
Rogue smiled blissfully “Yesssssss”.
The machines grew silent and Rogue fell out by exhaustion.
Jubilee put in some other instructions regarding Rogue to prevent escape prematurely and than looked at Psylocke.
”One down, two to go” she said, wetting her lips.
A steel ribbon was moved before Shogun’s eyes, keeping him from seeing anything.
“Shogun!” Psylocke yelled. She was being moved away and placed on a kind of stool. The arms slid off her boots and clothing discarding it and she was held still on the spot.
Naked, she wore no undergarments. She had had ‘plans’ regarding Yukimura later when they were going to ‘spar’ again.
She regretted it now. Than again it would’ve changed little… perhaps.
Her feet in stocks, her eyes were blinded and her hands cuffed against the ‘stool’.
She sat there in an L position, defenceless.
Next to her a box with ‘items’ materialized and behind her she could hear a door open.
“Who is there? Hello? If I get out of here…!” she threatened. But no response came.
”…”.
To be continued...
Now to slowly get to work on the sequel to my SW series and the Streetfighter one... if i ever get off my lazy behind...
X-Men: Trial by Dangeroom Pt1
Rogue flew through the Dangeroom. Avoiding the Robotic sentries, the powerful X-Men moved with great skill and experience from hundreds of battles.
She was one destructive tank, capable of flight, absorbing powers, enduring great damage and superstrength.
As the humanoid sentries fired energybeams at her, she flew past the beams and slammed into one. A good punch from her gloved hand and the Southern belle beheaded one. She avoided another shot and dashed forth.
In the background there was a lot of noise.
Shogun and Psylocke were at work there.
Shogun, clad in a kind of modern Samurai armour easily evaded the strikes using his uncanny reflexes and superhuman fitness. His glowing arcane katana sliced through the metallic foes and he easily evaded the traps. His masked and helmeted face seeing all. His back was covered by the ‘Ninjaheroine’ Psylocke. She wore her hair in a ponytail and wore a tight blue attire with long boots and a belt. She wielded a ‘Psionic’ katana, forged by her own will. Like Shogun she had telekinetic powers and used them well. She moved with deadly grace, wading through her foes.
They all sweathed.
From the controlroom, Jubilation Lee… also known as Jubilee watched these X-Men train.
The Asian male especially caught her attention. The young woman leaned forward, clad in a yellow raincoat and wearing pink goggles.
She was sucking on the straw off her soda.
God he was handsome. If only he’d get out of that armour a bit more… . He was so stoic. And it seemed like his interest went more to Psylocke than her.
It irritated her.
She had returned a few months ago to the X-Men. And on the few occasions she’d been teamed up with him, she’d been ‘staring’ more at him than at anything else.
But besides treating her kindly and respectfully, his attention lay not with her. Not in the way she wished anyway.
Psylocke was in the way. And than there was Rogue. She really worked on her nerves. Always treating her as a kid. She was in her early twenties now! She had seen a lot of action during her time in Generation X.
She sighed, if only she could make those two pay… .
She smiled suddenly noticing the controls of the Dangerroom.
“Maybe…” she smiled and looked back. Locking the electronic door, she returned to the controls.
Jubilee checked the controls. “Hmmm… let’s see…” she said. Putting up the blinders, hiding her from view, she had the camera’s to watch for now.
“Who to take first…? That obnoxious overconfident Rogue? That icy efficient Psylocke? Or would she try to play with the stern and noble Samurai?”.
She giggled… this might be fun.
Shogun looked at the huge mechanical foe he had defeated, standing on top of him.
Shogun was a great tactician and had earned the respect of the older X-Men.
The Japanese male looked around.
”Well done Yuki!” Psylocke said.
Yukimura was Shogun’s real name. He was glad he wore the mask because he was certain he would be blushing from the compliment of the graceful Ninja. Ironic… . She fought like a ninja, the natural enemies of his noble family. Yet he… .
He frowned and stepped back.
Something was amiss, he could ‘feel’ it.
The fallen enemy ‘faded’ away and he lifted up his beloved arcane blade.
His free gloved hand went to rest on the grip of his sheathed wakizashi.
Suddenly walls appeared. Steel walls. And a box slid out around him, he tried to jump up but found him stuck inside. It was cramped, only his head stuck out. “Psylocke! Elisabeth! Be careful!” he tried to warn her.
Psylocke… also known as Elisabeth or ‘Betsy’ turned to see her comrade caught. The older woman rushed forth and warned managed to evade a similar box. However a mechanical arm grabbed her and more did so too, grabbing her ankles, wrists and neck. She was chained to the wall by all the arms and no matter how much she struggled there was no escape.
Psylocke’s gaze met that of Yuki. Than she looked to the side.
Rogue was on the other side of that wall. She hoped she was alright. But… somehow she doubted it.
’Had the Dangeroom gone haywire? Was this all a sick joke?’.
On the other end of the room Rogue gasped she was held stretched in midair.
The Southern Belle looked around. The powerful mechanical hands held her ankles and her wrists. Her long curly brown hair had a white lock in front. She still sweated a bit from all the effort of the training exercise.
”What is going on here?” she asked in a Southern accent so typical off her.
Jubilee giggled amused, looking at Rogue’s predicament.
Now it was time for the fun to begin. She had Rogue lowered. The program’s setting was such that even her superstrength wouldn’t be able to break free.
And though she would never be able to tickle Rogue at the risk off loosing her life because of Rogue’s superpower… the Dangeroom could.
She smiled as she watched a ‘laser’ cut away Rogue’s attire.
The brown belt with the ‘X’ emblem on the buckler fell onto the floor. Than her short brown jacket was removed.
She could hear the protests of Rogue “Hey! What is going on! Stop it!”.
Her yellow and green flightsuit was unzipped, and slowly her skin was unbared.
“My my… Rogue is a naughty girl. Black underwear” Jubilee giggled amused.
She zoomed in.
She had to admit that she was jealous of the pronounced hips and the very full breasts of Rogue.
Now only clad in her underwear and some scant vestiges of her superhero-outfit, she was left stretched and vulnerable.
Jubilee knew Rogue could endure pain and punishment but invulnerability had nothing to do with ticklishness.
Gently a feather materialised in the hand of a newly appearing mechanical arm. It rose up and started to wave it over the tummy of Rogue.
The Southern Belle’s eyes shot open. “Oh no. NO NONONOOooo!” Rogue said, realizing what was happening.
Small giggles started to escape the beautiful and powerful X-Men, her body trembled as her smooth and soft skin was teased by the feather’s tip.
Up and down it moved, not stopping. When it delved into her bellybutton, the stiff feather caused her to shiver.
Jubilee meanwhile decided to pick up the pace and other stiff feathers went for her armpits.
The feathers waving up and down, up and down. Three spots already.
She could see Rogue trying to escape. Pulling with all her superstrength but the illusions adapted everytime. The Dangeroom knew her abilities well, she had no chance.
”Time for the finale” Jubilee smiled. She was so enjoying this.
Rogue was laughing out loud when her underwear slowly twirled down to the floor below. Her sensitive breasts and nibbles targeted, soft mechanical hands began to torture them with caresses and rhythmic spiderwalking. Another spot targeted… .
But that wasn’t all. Rogue’s eyes began to tear as an additional duo of feathers started to dance around her behind.
So much itches and tickles and she was helpless to stop it.
Drops of sweat trickled down her nose, front, breasts and body in general.
But she knew the two worst spots were yet to come. Besides her breasts she had two very sensitive places on her body and she somehow knew they wouldn’t be spared.
Her gloves still one, her boots still one… they were stuck because of the way the arms held her. Perhaps she was safe in part?
She was proved wrong. As the tickling continued, she didn’t at first notice it but a soft warm breeze met her soles.
As the tickling slowed for a moment she became aware off it.
“Oh my god. No! Don’t please!” she said. She pleaded to her own regret and she didn’t even know to who.
Oh this was just plain delicious. Jubilee smiled. Mighty Rogue pleading.
It was funny to see her there. Defeated and immobilized. A mess, a wreck but the finale, had yet to come.
Rogue moved her toes a bit as if in reflex. When would the inevitable attack come? Her boots had been desoled and been pulled open in part, revealing her foot in a vulnerable fashion.
And than it began… worse than before a kind of brush was scrubbed across the full length off each foot. Moving over her arches, toes and heel. Not an inch of her foot was left untouched.
She shrieked… there was no other word for it. A shriek.
“MERCY!!! PLEHEHEHHEHEEEEAASSSSSSE!” she snorted and let out huge laughter as her body seemed on fire attacked from all sides but most fiercely on her feet.
Her nipples fully erect, the gorgeous Rogue felt heavily aroused.
Gambit, the love of her life was barely able to touch her because of her ability to absorb life on touch. Now she was getting a full body treatment and she feared yet desired full sensory overload.
Her toes tried to flex and wiggle but it changed nothing, there was no escape, no relief.
Shogun listened. “Someone or something is torturing Rogue! I can hear her beg” he said. “We must find a way to escape and come to the Ladies’aid”.
Psylocke listened and frowned. Yes she had heard begging from behind the wall but also… laughter?
Finally Jubilee decided to finish things, a feather reached Rogues gender and it took little effort to increase her shrieking and begging even more. Arousal grew and a small fire began to increase in size in her belly. She had been aroused by the tickling but this on top off all else was too much. “Please! Harder! Please!” she begged.
Jubilee frowned a moment, pulling up her pink glasses. The beautiful young Asian woman stared and sighed. Rogue had gotten enough, she wasn’t evil and she shouldn’t overdo it. After all they were friends… even if she grew irritated by her behaviour at times. She accelerated the pace on her soles and gender.
Than suddenly in response Rogue blushed, gasped and let out a little moan, hitting silent laughter and silent pleasure.
An orgasm hit her… .
Her eyes shot open, the machines stopped.
Rogue smiled blissfully “Yesssssss”.
The machines grew silent and Rogue fell out by exhaustion.
Jubilee put in some other instructions regarding Rogue to prevent escape prematurely and than looked at Psylocke.
”One down, two to go” she said, wetting her lips.
A steel ribbon was moved before Shogun’s eyes, keeping him from seeing anything.
“Shogun!” Psylocke yelled. She was being moved away and placed on a kind of stool. The arms slid off her boots and clothing discarding it and she was held still on the spot.
Naked, she wore no undergarments. She had had ‘plans’ regarding Yukimura later when they were going to ‘spar’ again.
She regretted it now. Than again it would’ve changed little… perhaps.
Her feet in stocks, her eyes were blinded and her hands cuffed against the ‘stool’.
She sat there in an L position, defenceless.
Next to her a box with ‘items’ materialized and behind her she could hear a door open.
“Who is there? Hello? If I get out of here…!” she threatened. But no response came.
”…”.
To be continued...
