X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ Spinning out of control. ( Chapter 19 )

Authors Note/Disclaimer:

I do not own XMen Evolution, its characters, or the universe they live in. I intend no disrespect or copyright infringement. This is a work of adult fan fiction and is intended only for entertainment purposes. I make no money from this work.

Something very bad is about to happen...You have been warned...

Warnings: Non-consensual sex, bondage, oral, anal, m/m/f, profanity.

As always, constructive criticism is welcome.

Please see the first chapter for complete warnings for this piece.

Chapter Nineteen: Spinning out of control

“How much did you give him?” A man’s voice, baritone, angry.

Lurching…moving…sickening feeling.

“All of it…He drank the whole thing…” A woman’s voice, anxious, familiar.

Dizzy…spinning…retching…acid taste in his mouth.

“Fuck! Stupid bitch…clean that shit up.”

Head pounding…bright lights…eyes clenched shut.

“I didn’t think he’d drink it all…”

Hands…touching…what the fuck?

“Fucking stoner bitch! I gave you enough to kill three people. I want him alive, dammit!”

Try to move…can’t move…why the fuck is it so cold?

“I’m sorry Salvador…He’s a mutant…I wasn’t sure how much…”

Salvador. Shit. Holy fucking shit!

“Rise and shine pretty boy. Smile nice for the camera.” A slap to the face, a little too hard to be playful. His head was wrenched upwards by his hair. Someone he couldn’t see. His eyes were dazzled by the bright lights, making it impossible to see.

He tried to say something, but all that came out was a groan. Another slap, a little harder. He struggled to pull himself free but he couldn’t seem to move. He tried to speak again, to protest.

“What was that?” The hand in his hair shook his head, making the room spin.

“Stop…”

“Stop? We’re just getting started.” The hand released his hair and he sagged forward. He rested weakly against the hard object beneath his chest and face. It smelled of damp and mold and was rough against his skin. He shivered…

A large shadow moved between him and the lights…He tried to back away, but he was held fast. Metal dug into his wrists as he pulled against the bonds. He tried to move his legs but they wouldn’t budge. He was bound naked to a table beneath him, kept crouched on all fours by the wooden crate.

“Where is Marissa?”

“I don’t know…my father took her somewhere. You don’t want to do this…He’ll kill you.” He tried again to pull against his bonds…maybe move fast enough to vibrate something loose, but his body just wouldn’t obey.

“I’ve seen the dump you live in…don’t look like he cares too much to me. Besides…he’s got to find me first, doesn’t he?” The figure came closer and a hand under his chin pulled his face upwards.

“I really wanted to show my little sister how much I missed her…But, since you’re here, I guess I’ll show you instead.” The hand stroked his face almost gently and it made his skin crawl. “Such a pretty boy…Do you think he’s prettier than Marissa?”

“I um…don’t know…maybe.” The woman’s voice again and hands tugging at his bonds, checking them. Quick nervous touches on his bare skin.

“Get him ready for me. Make it look good for the camera.”

“Camera?”

“We’re gonna make a little movie. You…and me.” The figure moved away and the lights were in his eyes again. “If you’re good…maybe I won’t let my boys play with you when I’m done.”

Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit! He tried again to struggle as he felt those nervous fingers moving across his skin, again. His skin crawled at the touch, moving up his thighs reaching for his balls and tugging at his limp dick. He felt her pressing up against his naked body as she started stroking and fondling him.

“It’ll be easier if you just relax…” She whispered to him. “If he can’t get his jollies one way, he’ll find another.” Her hands kept working on him and he felt sick to his stomach.

“Shit…Come on…” Her hands got more frantic as he failed to respond. “He wants you to look like you’re into it.” She hissed at him.

“Don’t fucking touch me…I’m gonna kill you.” He growled at her. Then he yelped as she jerked his hips backwards, scraping his face on the damned crate until he was almost hanging off the table.

Then her hands were replaced with something warm and wet…Jesus Christ! Fucking crazy bitch was sucking him off? Her hands were like iron bands on his hips, clinging to him as she leaned backwards over the table. She was like a goddamned leech.

“What the fuck? Get off of me!” He tried to wriggle away, but there was nowhere to go…and shit…it was working. So he changed tactics and started trying to fuck her mouth instead – maybe he could bang her head into the table or get off so fast she’d have to start over. But she was ready for it and moved with him.

Just when he thought he would blow, she pulled away, holding the base of his dick with a crushing grip while she cinched something tightly around it.

“Good boy…Now be still…and relax for me.” She moved around where she could see his face. He glared at her.

“I am so gonna kill you...”

“Shut up! You don’t want me to skip this next step or you’ll be shitting blood for the next month.” She snapped at him. “If you live that long.”

Pietro swallowed and looked at her again…She looked frightened. He closed his eyes and nodded slowly. She gave him a quick, nervous pat on the hip then moved behind him.

A moment later something cold and wet touched him…and he flinched. He felt her forcing cold slick fingers inside him…stretching him. It didn’t quite hurt…but it felt like something trying to crawl inside him. She did something that felt even stranger and he felt the cold wetness coiling inside him and dripping down towards his balls. He bit his lip and felt his legs shake. A hand patted him on the hip again.

“Try to relax…it won’t hurt as much.” She whispered in his ear before moving away, leaving him alone under the bright lights.

“He’s ready Salvador.”

“Get the camera…and remember…keep my face out of the shot.”

Heavy footsteps behind him…the sound of a zipper…cloth rustling. This could not be happening to him…Not him. Pietro. Quicksilver. Mutant…No!

“Let’s have some fun, pretty boy.” A heavy hand smacked his ass and he yelped and tried to flinch away. Another hand reached beneath him and roughly stroked his aching dick. Whatever she’d used on him was so tight, he was afraid he was bleeding. He cursed and bucked away from the hand.

Salvador laughed at him. The hand clamped tightly around his dick, holding his hips still. Then he felt something hard nudging at him, pressing hard against his sphincter. Too hard…he felt something tearing and grunted with the pain. The hand around his dick held him still as Salvador forced himself inside.

“Nice and tight…You a virgin pretty boy?” He pushed harder and Pietro heard himself whimper. Salvador laughed again and began to thrust, using Pietro’s tortured dick as a handle, jerking him backwards to meet each thrust.

It seemed to last forever…The terrible painful pounding in his ass, the iron grasp around his dick. The cold wet slime that dripped down his balls. His chest was rubbed raw by the rough wood of the crate and he struggled to keep his face from suffering the same fate. His arms and legs ached from the strain of trying to fight. And his mouth and throat were dry from the gasping, sobbing cries he couldn’t seem to stop…

“Nice tight little mutie ass…Better than that bitch, Marissa…” Salvador was grunting now and Pietro prayed that he was getting close…that it would end soon.


“We have to find him!” Wanda shrilled in Lance’s ear as he drove them towards the Boarding House. Todd followed behind with Pietro’s bike.

“I know…I know…but, we don’t even know where to start. We don’t even know if it was Salvador’s gang.”

“It was…I’m sure of it. Who else would want to hurt Pietro?”

“I could probably name a few…”

“Lance!”

“And we don’t know he’s hurt.”

“He is…I know it…Something bad is happening…”

“Wanda…You don’t know that.”

“Yes I do!” She snatched for the steering wheel and Lance cursed as he wrestled with her. The jeep swerved dangerously and Fred clutched at the roll bar behind them.

“God Damn It, Wanda! We can’t help him if you get us killed!”

“You don’t understand, Lance. You just don’t!” She sat back in her seat sullenly.

“We’ll call Xavier and ask him to use that Cerebro thing….”

“That will take too long…”

Lance pulled the jeep into the driveway, grateful that they’d managed to get there in one piece. Todd pulled the bike past them and parked it, hopping off quickly.

“What the fuck was that, yo? Thought you were gonna run right off the road.”

“Wanda’s freaking out on me…grabbed the steering wheel.” Lance pulled the keys out of the ignition and thumped the steering wheel angrily. Wanda glared at him.

“You are not listening to me. I am not crazy! Pietro is my TWIN!” Wanda grated out between her teeth.

“I always know where he is…He can’t hide from me.”

“Are you serious? Then why couldn’t you find him before?” Lance turned to look at her again.

“Yes…I’m fucking serious. I can find him…As long as he’s conscious.”

“All right…but keep your hands off the wheel. Get in Todd.” Lance started up the jeep again. Todd hopped in and wedged himself beside Fred. Then they pulled out in a spray of gravel.

The search was frightening to Todd…Wanda looked so strange and fey as she sat with her eyes closed and gave short terse commands. Lance had to keep backtracking to find his way through the streets…there was no straight route to where Wanda was taking them.

The search led them to an older part of town, where the few people on the streets looked either frightened or dangerous or both as they passed by. The buildings were falling down and many of them bore scorch marks. They pulled into an abandoned industrial park and began to drive slowly between the buildings.

Wanda opened her eyes.

“No…I’ve lost him…” She looked around frantically. “He was close…”

“What does that mean?” Lance pulled the jeep to a stop.

“He’s passed out…or asleep maybe…” She bit her lip.

“We’ll just have to search the old fashioned way then.” Lance parked the jeep next to one of the buildings. “Don’t worry…We’ll find him.”

They split up in pairs, Wanda with Lance and Todd with Fred. And they began the painstaking task of searching the place, building by building. It took almost an hour before they found anything.

Todd and Fred were the ones who found him.

Pietro lay naked, wrapped in a dirty sheet. He was lying on a discarded mattress in the corner of an abandoned furniture store. He looked so pale and fragile there, for a moment Todd was sure he was dead.

He was unconscious and didn’t wake when Todd shook him carefully. Todd pulled back the sheet to check his injuries. He was scraped and bruised and there was dried blood and things less nameable on the sheet where it stuck to him.

Todd had a pretty good idea of what had happened and he covered Pietro back up quickly. God only knew what Wanda might do if she saw him like that.

“Pick him up Fred…Be careful. Let’s get him back to the jeep.”

“Shouldn’t we look for them?”

“No…they’re gone. They’re done with him.” Todd was certain. “This is just where they dumped him.”

By the time Wanda and Lance returned, Pietro was beginning to come around.

“We should get you to a hospital, man.” Lance reached for the sheet and Pietro clutched it tighter.

“No. Just take me home.”

“But…”

“No.”
“All right…but if you pass out on me I’m taking you to the Institute.”

“I won’t.” And Pietro was silent for the rest of the trip home. In fact, he didn’t talk much at all for a long time…


Spin…

Marissa was having a bad day.

Spin…Spin…

A really bad day.

Spin…Spin…Spin…

The last three times she called home, she couldn’t seem to get anyone.

Spin…Spin…Spin…Spin…

Pete r was driving her crazy. Wanting more than she could promise him. Getting jealous over John and Remy.

Spin…Spin…Spin…Spin…Spin…

John had started playing with his fire people again and was dropping hints about Remy…Damned closet cases.

Spin…Spin…Spin…Spin…Spin…Spin …

And hell…She liked Remy better when she thought he was cold. Having all his fucked up emotions in the back of her head whenever she was near him was…was just…

Spin…Spin…Spin…Spin…Spin… ;Spin…Spin…

She watched the coins spinning on the dining table. Heard their singing ringing tones…Her fingers moving quickly to keep them spinning. Spinning like her thoughts. Too many things to do, to be…it was too much.

Spin…Spin…Spin…Spin…Spin…Spin& #8230;Spin…Spin….Snap!

All of her coins suddenly stopped dancing, slapping flat down on the table. She growled and shoved at the table…useless since it was bolted to the floor.

“Are you all right, my dear?” She hunched her shoulders and refused to look behind her. Goddamn it! He’d been gone for a week and now he picked just this moment to show up?

“What did I ever do to you?” She snarled at him, not caring anymore.

“Excuse me?”

“I was happy…Really and truly happy for the first time in this…this miserable excuse for a life. And then you came in and screwed it all up!”

“Ah…I take it you are not happy here.” She whirled on him. He stood leaning against the doorway, wearing that…that insufferably superior smile.

“No…I’m not happy. How the hell could I be happy?”

“I was under the impression that you’d become rather…close with some of my Acolytes.” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“I’m a prisoner here. I haven’t been outside this…this whatever it is…since I left the Boarding House.”

“I had hoped you would have begun to think of yourself as a guest…or perhaps a member of this little family.”

“This isn’t a family. It’s a fucking insane asylum! And I’m becoming one of the nuts.”

“I’m sorry if you’ve felt confined. I came to talk to you about your future.”

“What future?”

“A future that gets you out of this…asylum as you call it. And keeps you out of reach of your foster brother.”

“I don’t need your protection anymore. I’ve learned enough to defend myself.”

“I beg to differ…Your foster brother continues to elude both the Brotherhood and the authorities. And he has managed to abduct my son.”

“What? Pietro? Is he O.K.?” Marissa stepped forward anxiously.

“The crisis appears to be over…Pietro is home and apparently safe. The Brotherhood was able to retrieve him on their own. But Salvador and his men are still roaming free.”

“I need to go home. I can help them. I know how he operates.”

“No. I’ve invested too much in your…future…to let you take such risks.”

“Are you saying the only thing keeping me here is Salvador?”

“Since you appear to be so unhappy here, yes.”

“So…if the Brotherhood, or say the cops take care of him…I could go home?”

“I would like you to consider an alternative.”

“What’s that?”

“One of my men has asked for you. I would be willing to part with his services, provide you a home somewhere safe. Employment…I have been researching some of your ideas, and a few of them look promising. Even lucrative.”

“In return for what?”

“The child we discussed before…Perhaps more than one.”

“Why do you care so much? It’s not like it’s your kid…or your grandkid we’re talking about. And if you think I’m just gonna pop out babies so you can snatch them and fuck them up like you did with Pietro and Wanda…Well you may as well just kill me now.”

“I have no intention of taking anyone’s children…And I am fully aware that I have not been the ideal parent.” He sighed. “I could almost wish that you had latched onto my son, rather than Todd…or my daughter.”

“You did NOT say that to Pietro…”

“I did wonder that you did not try to attach yourself to him…”

“Wanda got there first. One Maximoff in my bed is enough…I will not…NOT…put myself between those two.”

“I see…I had begun to wonder if anyone was beyond your reach.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“We were discussing your future. There is one more, small thing.”

“What?”

“I want you to take my name and the child as well. So that the Lennsher name continues.”

“So that’s what this is about? I am carrying the X-factor then…” She studied his face. “No…there’s more, isn’t there.”

“There is not.”

“No…A child…a mutant child…would what…prove my loyalty? To you…to the ‘cause?’” She stepped closer to him, watching his face. “Because you really do want to trust me. Believe in me.”

“Perhaps…”

“Then you should believe in me. I am going home…and if I’m going to make little mutant babies…I’m going to make them with Todd. Because Todd is someone I can see raising those little mutant babies with.”

“Don’t you even want to know who asked for you?”

“Does it matter?”

“Piotr asked for you. I would be willing to reunite him with his sister as well.”

“That’s playing dirty…And no deal. If it comes to that…then Remy is mine. Peter is too good for the likes of me.”

“I am surprised.”

“You should cut that one loose. One day he’ll snap and kill you. You won’t see it coming and neither will he. You’ll be dead and he’ll be left with your blood on his hands. And then Wanda will kill him.”

“Do you think so?”

“I’d bet on it…But, I’d still cry at your funeral.”

Behind her the coins sprang to life again…spinning…longer and faster that she could ever make them dance. She turned to watch them…and for a moment…just a moment…there was nothing but their song…


It fell to Todd to take care of Pietro. Lance had his hands full with Wanda…once the immediate crisis was over she had fallen apart completely. She tried to cling to Pietro, but Pietro shrank away from her. Fred just stood there wringing his hands until Todd suggested he make something to eat. So now the big guy was puttering around in the kitchen. Out of the way.

“You should really have gone to the hospital, yo.” Todd helped Pietro stumble up the stairs. His skin was cold to the touch and the look in his eyes was frighteningly vacant.

“No. Don’t touch me.”

“Just trying to help…and you don’t look like you can do this yourself.” Todd supported him carefully while he fumbled with the bathroom door.

“Fuck off Toad.” His tone was flat and expressionless.

“Whatever, yo.” Todd ignored him as he pulled him into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. “How bad is it?”

“I’m fine.” Pietro pulled the sheet tighter around his shoulders and didn’t meet Todd’s eyes.

“You’re not fine.”

“Fuck you.” There was no sneer behind it. None of Pietro’s usual venom.

“It was Salvador, wasn’t it?” Todd turned his back and began to run a warm bath. Pietro really should have gone to the hospital…or maybe to the Institute. Clean him up…warm him up…maybe he’d start acting like Pietro again.

“Yes.”

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Get out.”

“No. I’m not leaving you alone.” Todd advanced on him and reached for the sheet. Pietro clung to it tightly. “That thing is nasty…”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Pietro…”

“My father was right.” He let Todd pull the sheet away and help him into the tub. He was shaking now and his fingers were like ice.

“What are you talking about?”

“We can’t protect her, Todd. We can’t even protect ourselves.” He sank slowly into the warm water and closed his eyes.

Todd didn’t answer him, just balled up the foul sheet and shoved it into the wastebasket. If Marissa were here…it would be different. He wasn’t sure exactly how, but it would. He sat on the toilet and watched over Pietro as he soaked. He thought for a moment he’d fallen asleep in the warm water.

“We don’t tell anyone more than we have to.” Pietro’s voice seemed to be coming from far away. “My father…He would tear this city apart…maybe more than just the city.”

“What do we say, yo? We’re getting our asses kicked. I can’t believe the bastard snatched you right off of campus.”

“I was stupid. I should have known better.” Pietro’s eyes opened again and he looked at Todd. “We tell them…Salvador caught me by surprise, drugged me. You guys got me back before he had a chance to do anything, but he got away.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah…You tell the others.”

“All right…You ready to get out?”

“Not yet…I’m still cold…”


Magneto…Or was it Eric? Either way he’d left her alone again with her spinning thoughts and her singing coins. Once John had come by and had grumbled about the noise and Remy had watched her from the doorway for a moment…His anxiety had made her stomach twist up in knots and she was grateful when he’d left without speaking.

She didn’t know where Peter was…Didn’t want to know. Didn’t want to see his face when he found out she’d rejected him – and the chance to get his sister back. She should never have touched him.

Guilt…When had she become someone who cared? When did she become someone who hurt people and not just the one who got hurt?

God…Pietro…At least he was safe. She’d never really worried about Salvador coming after the others. Didn’t think Salvador had the balls to tangle with mutants. Now she was afraid. Afraid for them.

Salvador…Even now he was ruining her life. He couldn’t touch her directly, so he would hurt her friends.

Her life was spinning out of control…