Thread: A New Evolution {darkest_fate&Rand}

He wouldn't force them...? The two girls were momentarily stunned by those words, not believing what they were hearing. Surely he couldn't be serious? He'd done nothing but done exactly that since they'd arrived here. Even the arrival had been against the girl's will. So what was the game? They both watched and tensed, ready. And the tendrils came. Both girls yelped and cursed. They even put up a valiant fight, lashing out with limbs. Rogue even managed to roll away from the initial tendrils that went for her. Had there not been more rising, almost as if expecting her move, she might have even avoided them entirely. In short, their efforts were for naught they were soon as bound as they had ever been, if not more than ever. The girls still squirmed and moved, twisting in position. all this worked to accomplish was having the tendrils twist and pull tight. Metal dug into soft skin, nearly cutting deep and leaving marks. As a tendril threatened to seriously damage her, Rogue stopped most of her struggled entirely. Soon both were kneeling before the man, forced to look up at him. Rogue's gaze showed nothing but contempt and anger. Kitty's was a close mask... but that hint of something else, a memory still lingered in those soft blue eyes. When Apocalypse moved, shedding his garment and showing his weapon to the girls again, it was Kitty's eyes that fell upon them first. The smaller girl nearly went cross-eyed as she stared at the massive thing, growing before her very gaze. That had been inside her. It had reshaped her body to suit its own purposes, using her as a pleasure toy and little else. and oh, how deliciously sinful that had felt, so much so that Kitty had dwelt upon it far, far more than she would ever dar e admit. So it was, yet again, Rogue who looked more at the villain. It was Rogue who glared. Rogue who listened. Rogue who flinched as Apocalypse drew near. The proximity did, at last, seem to draw Kitty's attention. The younger girl looked up as the massive man approached. Not that they had much choice even in that the tendrils commanded their movements, insisting that their gaze be locked upon the instrument of their mutually assured destruction. Y-yeah, Kitty stammered, her voice catching on something in her throat. She swallowed, putting on a decent enough show of defiance. He's loads better than you. And he doesn't have a... a gross thing between his legs! Yeah! agreed Rogue, attempting to nod as best she could. Is tha' why ya gotta kidnap girls? Too scared that ya freakish, monster prick is gonna wreck 'em? Bet you don't even feel anythin' from it. Though both knew that couldn't be entirely true. Why else would his hand be caressing it now? That pulsing head drew near Kitty's lips, and the girl curled up her nose in another attempt at visual disgust. The wafting smell of it waved over her, reminding her body oh too well of the sensations it had worked in her such a short time ago. How she would never, ever feel that way without him with her. Kitty bit her lips, fighting back any noises of any kind. Which, again, left Rogue to do the majority of the fighting. Why don't ya jus' get it over with!? she snapped. She surged against the tendrils that bound, her muscles tensing. We ain't gonna play ya stupid games, ya perv! so jus' get it over with already! Y-y-yeah! was all Kitty could manage, and even that sounded... stretched.