Sipping at her soda, she watched the teenagers in the arcade as they played their games. There was a time when she used to love those games, a time when she was great at them. That was a time before she blew them up on contact. Before she knew she was a mutant.
Not a disgusting slimy mutant or a bug eyed mutant. In fact she looked like a typical attractive, if not beautiful teenager, normal in every way. Jubilee's life was anything but normal. At least she looked human. Some of her friends didn't even reach that far.
"Fresh out of quarters, Gal?"
Jubilee turned to see Rogue walking towards her, carrying a bag full of new clothes. The tall southern lass looked human too, apart from the white streak through her bushy brown hair. But it was close enough to look dyed.
"Just looking, Rogue. Thought I might have a look in the comic store before we go."
"Fine with me. I have plenty of shops to look at. Jean was going to meet me soon."
"Cool." Jubilee rocketed through the mall, yellow coat billowing behind her.
Unfortunately there weren't many new comics in. Most of them she'd already seen before. Jubilee browsed a few then headed back to Rogue, stopping at the toilets on the way. She entered the white room, noticing how quiet it seemed. Suddenly the silence was broken. In front of her a hidden door opened up, leading into a dark tunnel. Jubilee watched in amazement, wondering just what to do. After a few seconds her curiosity got the better of her. She walked into the corridor and through the dark, lighting up her hands for illumination. It was her mutant power, fireworks essentially. It came in handy. She heard a rumble behind her and looked back. The panel had closed behind her. For a second she thought she should turn back but she decided to keep on going. How bad could it be?
She kept walking, the dark tunnels reminding her of the Morlocks, the underground mutants. There was no sign that this was theirs but time would tell. Finally she saw light at the end of the tunnel. She sped up her pace and walked into it to find.
"Nothing!" she was disappointed.
It was a big empty room, about the size of a basketball court. The walls looked like concrete and there were no windows. In essence the place was boring.
[[Mutant Female Detected!]]
Jubilee whirled about and nearly fell over in shock with what she saw. It was a sentinel, a mutant hunting robot. Normally they were twenty feet tall. This one was only about seven. It looked a sleeker metallic style than the usual sentinel purple. Its eyes were glowing red. Some things never changed.
[[Target: Jubilee. Real Name: Jubilation Lee. Protocol Six selected.]]
It whipped out a hand to grab he but she ducked to one side. Her time with the X-Men hadn't been wasted. She was now ready to fight or if that failed, escape. She rolled twisted and shot a pyrotechnic blast at the sentinel. To her dismay a blast which that least should have knocked it off its feet failed to do anything. In fact it looked as if it simply sucked it in. The sentinel shot one hand out and there was a flash. Jubilee was to slow to dodge the blast of what had to be her own shots. She'd never hit herself before. The flaring impacts stung and knocked her off her feet. Before she could get up the sentinel had its hand gripped on her coat. Hastily she slipped out of it, leaving her in her cut off jeans and pink shirt. She turned to the door only to discover it was sealed shut.
She was alone with the sentinel and had nowhere to escape.
By the time she'd turned around it had grabbed her shirt. She tugged from side to side managing to dislodge her sunglasses but little else. She heard a hum. Looking down she saw her pink shirt glowing bright red. She couldn't feel anything, but it didn't look promising. After a few seconds the glow dissipated. The shirt was gone. Not gone as such. Somehow the sentinel was holding it perfectly in its other hand, still buttoned up. As far as Jubilee was concerned however, it was gone. But so was the grip.
She ran to where the door had been, looking for some form of exit. She was still wearing her black Lycra crop top but she felt less secure without her shirt or jacket. Again it grabbed her. The machine was much quicker than the young mutant had anticipated. She tried to run but the hand of the sentinel was gripped firmly to the waist of her jeans. Again she heard humming. Looking down she saw her jeans glowing red for a few seconds. Sure enough they were soon gone too. The sentinel threw them on the pile with her shirt and coat. Again she slipped away, now only in her underwear. She promised herself she wasn't going to turn her attentions away from the sentinel again.
She backed off, keeping eye contact, moving out of range. It moved to grab for her, at least ten metres away. Jubilee was confused. So much so that she failed to avoid the snaking metal cable which attached with a claw to her ankle.
"Hey!" she yelled as she was pulled off balance, dangling in mid air. The sentinel retracted the coil and dangled her in front of it as if she were a mouse. Her arms failed back and forth, trying to get a clear blast at him. When she did it seemed to have no effect. Calmly the robot extended a finger and pressed it into the side of her top. Instantly it too began to glow red and, much to her dismay, it vanished a second later. Jubilee was now topless, or bottomless because she was hanging upside down. Her breasts were young and firm, pale with a soft pink nipple in the center. She fought even harder now, her breasts swinging from side to side. Undisturbed the robot gripped for her panties. She winced, feeling the hand through the fabric as it vaporized the last of her clothing and threw them on the pile. Three more tentacles appeared, turning her upright and each grasping a limb. They stretched her out in front of the sentinel so that she was unable to move.
"This is illegal! Even to mutants!" she screamed in indignation but the robot didn't respond.
Instead it sent out a red scanning beam. It started at her head then slowly panned down, past her exposed bosom, past her midriff, past her jet-black tuft of hair, all the way down to her legs. Several times it swept over her, analyzing each part of her body.
Jubilee tried to struggle but the bonds were unbreakable. She shot out a number of helpless bursts until the ends of the cables expanded, forming into large cylinders that completely engulfed her hands. Her exertions were beginning to make her sweat. She could feel it dripping over her fringe, down her back and between her cleavage. Angrily she swore at the machine but it did no good.
"What kind of sentinel are you?" she yelled.
[[I am an independent TR27 manipulator model.]]
"What are you doing?"
[[Subjects must be scanned to locate target erogenous zones.]]
"What!?"
[[Zones of maximum sexual pleasure.]]
"Get screwed. Let me go!" she struggled again.
[[Subject may not be released until process is complete.]]
"What…" Jubilee started to ask but sopped when she saw that the chest of the robot was opening. From it came what looked like two hair dryers.
"What the heck aAAAAARRRR!"
Twin columns of light streamed out of the cylinders engulfing Jubilees exposed breasts in a purple haze. Instantly a wave of sensation shot through to her brain. Jubilee had never felt anything like it. It was as if every nerve ending of her breasts had suddenly been ignited. It felt fabulous. Pleasure bathed the sweaty skin, fleshy orbs shining in the light that assailed them. Jubilee gasped for air, unable to fully understand just how great it felt. Her body understood. The breasts began to swell with excitement, soft pink nipples becoming redder and harder.
There were two parts of Jubilee, one that wished it would end now and another that wanted more and more. She shook her head. This was crazy. It was a sentinel doing this to her. It was doing it for some strange reason. She had to fight it, even if only on a mental level. She tried to concentrate on other things, trying to get her mind off the treatment. Mostly she slipped back to how good it felt. It was so hard to ignore but she had to fight. She had to.
The door burst open. Burst was the right term. It flew into pieces as Rogue entered into the room.
"You let her go!" Rogue commanded as she stared in sudden horror at the sight before her. The shock was so great that she was too slow to notice a rapid tentacle. In the blink of an eye the metal hand had unzipped her fly, pulled down her shorts slightly, slipped under her panties and located her clitoris.
"What the heEEEEEAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!"
Rogue screamed as she fell to the floor. Jubilee could see nothing wrong but she didn't know what Rogue was feeling. The head had attached to Rogue's clit and instantly shot a massive burst of electricity directly to the pleasure center of Rogue's brain. For all intents and purposes Rogue was indestructible, but she could still feel. Thus in a millisecond she was pleasured so much that her brain simply overloaded. Rogue collapsed into a quivering, orgasming heap on the floor, virtually comatose and entirely helpless.
The tendril retracted.
Jubilee shivered as she watched Rogue tremble on the floor. She turned angrily to the sentinel.
"How could you doOOOOOOO."
The light turned green and even more pleasure bombarded her. Her nipples were stiff peaks rising from flushed, firm mountains now. Sweat glazed them liberally, dripping of the extended nubs as her chest huffed and puffed.
The tendrils about Jubilee's ankles pulled in closer, wrapping her sweaty legs half around the robot's body. Another hair drier appeared, this time at groin level. Jubilee was too aroused to notice it appearing. She noticed it when it started.
The green light erupted, illuminating the black mop. The blast shot into her tender skin, violating her body in a hideously delightful way. Delight shone in her eyes. Jubilee knew she should struggle but there was no fighting this. Her tits were one thing but full sexual stimulation was quite another. Jubilee knew about masturbation, she did it now and then, but it was nothing like this. Nothing. Her body responded in kind, opening her hips up, lubricating for a penetration which wasn't occurring. She started to pivot her hips in time with the pulses that were now shooting through her. Jubilee threw her head back, black tangled hair throwing beads of sweat. Her mouth hung open, eyes closed in astounded delight.
"Leave her alone."
Jubilee's eyes open in shock. Through the sweat and the haze of sex she saw Jean, standing in jeans and T-shirt, red hair billowing.
Even as she felt the pleasure building in her own body she saw Jean launch a psi bolt at the sentinel. Rather than dodging it simply took it in. Jubilee panted faster and faster, watching the stream of blue energy from Jean's head as it pushed at the sentinel. Suddenly it flashed back, a red blast shooting back through the air, driving into Jean's mind.
[[Come!]] the sentinel commanded.
Unable to resist the psychic command Jean fell to the ground writhing in ecstasy.
Unable to resist the sensations her body was receiving, Jubilee came too.
Both woman and girl shuddered in delightful ecstasy, Jubilee shivering helplessly, muscles tugging at their bonds, Jean grasping at the crotch of her jeans as wave after wave bored into her mind. Through the raw sex of her orgasm Jubilee saw two more tendrils, one heading for the fallen Rogue, the other for Jean. Each pulled the pants of the helpless women down to the knees and plunged into them, attaching to their clits. Jean screamed in joy and horror, Rogue simply twitched in silence as her mind was again overloaded.
The lights went white.
Jubilees sweat soaked breasts and sopping black mop were bathed in to the light.
She came again, so suddenly after her first orgasm.
Another light blasted from its face, blazing into her eyes with hypnotic images she was too weak to resist. She heard the voice of the sentinel, dull and droning.
She came again.
She listened to the voice, willing to learn, willing to believe.
Jubilee came again.
Willing to obey.
Again. Again. Again.
No one ever knew. The other two had taken much longer of course. Rogue wasn't that tough but her strength had to be compensated for. Jean's psychic power was formidable but enough orgasms and even that broke down. In time all three of them accepted the programming. It was deep, rooted in the core of their sexual desire, hidden from even the deepest psi probe. When the time came they might be activated. Maybe never. They might need a booster now and then. Every time any of them had sex or masturbated (which became far more regular for Jubilee) they would fantasize about that wonderful bathing light, their sweat soaked tits and overloaded clits. They would dream erotic dreams about its attentions. Nothing came close.
In the darkness TR27 waited. Waiting for the next female mutant to trigger the secret door. Waiting to deliver the mutant, girl or woman, to a jubilation they would never, ever forget.
THE END