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Jubilation Uncovered
Disclaimer: Jubilee, Generation X and X-Men are not mine, they are Marvel’s. Edwin White and George Marco are guys that I’ve cooked for this story. None of them is used for any profit.
Author’s notes: It’s an adult story, so please don’t read it if you don’t like adult stories. Okay?
It’s also my first adult story, written as answer to EroticFicJubandGen challenge. I’m going to continue it, if someone likes it.
Feedback: please, pretty please… mail me on lerop@narod.ru if you like it, or hate it, or just want to say something nice.
And many thanks to she known by the name of Citrina for beta-reading the story (all praise the Benevolent Beta!)
Now on with the story!
Generation X: Inhibitions Lost
1. Jubilation Uncovered
By Daniil Iver
Present time
Jubilation Lee was absolutely, completely naked. Like the day she was born. Like in one of Skin’s erotic dreams (Jubilee didn’t know about them. Emma Frost did, but she kept this knowledge to herself).
She was also beautiful, with cute face, shiny locks of shoulder-long black hair, andy ofy of a trained gymnast – long legs, flat stomach (there was not even an extra molecule of fat in her, nosiree), tight little ass, and breasts which looked more promising than ripe, but still very nice.
“Gaaaaawd”, Jubilee muttered, looking down at her naked charms. “Aren’t we going to have fun?”
48 hours earlier
“Taking them down with one blow is not going to be easy”.
Edwin’s lips formed a cruel smile. He liked cruelty. It was a kind of a lifestyle for him.
“Believe me”, he said, “it is much easier than it seems to you. We only needed DNA of those freaks in order to concoct a perfect love potion for our little mutant friends”.
Edwin White, codenamed the Slaver, was a mutant himself. His psionic powers gave him empathic abilities, with which he used for tracking down his victims and bring fear in their hearts.
Of course, it was all great and no pro’ while he tried his tricks with mere humans. As to more powerful beings, well…
An old scar on his hand was from an electric burn. There were scratches on his face – the kind that you get when you’re caught by TK field and then thrown towards a really hard brick wall, face front.
Yes, Edwin had reasons to dislike the superpowerful X-Women. But he didn’t make the mistake of underestimating them. When he first encountered Storm, yes, and when he tried to capture her redhead friend, but not now.
Now the Slaver possessed the weapon that would bring Oro Ororo and Jean to their knees, both literally and figuratively.
“Aren’t those mutant pheromones precious?” he said quietly, looking at the transparent vial. “This one only affects women, and erases their inhibitions completely… no difference, human or mutant. And this…”
He smiled again.
“Time for the final test, sir”, one of his assistants s. Edwin preferred to think of them as “sidekicks”. They were all afraid of him, and hoped to take his place one day. Which, of course, would never come.
“That’s right”, the Slaver nodded. “Which kid did you pick for the first part?”
“Lee. She seemed to be a perfect choice. According to our sources, she was with the X-Men for some time. Yesterday a young photographer named George Marco offered her to make some pictures, which makes her an easy target…”
“Nice, nice.”
He remembered that Lee gal now. Short Asian. He’d seen photos of all Generation X members, since they were good guinea pigs for his secret weapon. Mutants, all of them, powerful yet not trained enough… like Lee.
-Now her life’s going to change forever-, Edwin thought. –First she, than the other X-Women-.
Present time
“Give me a show, girl”, Marco had said before she went to the locker room to change. “Let me see how good you are”.
Despite her irrepressible energy and unstoppable hyperspeech, Jubilee had always been a little shy. Sure it didn’t matter when she fought with some crazy mutant villains or had to fuss with a huge metal robot who was going to turn all human beings crispier than chili fries – you just don’t have time to be shy in such situation.
But posing before camera, knowing that her pics would appear in the magazine (if she’s good enough, that is) – ooohh…
“Give me a show, he says”, Jubilee muttered. “And I’m all sweating like a pig…”
Fortunately, there was an antiperspirant flask on the shelf below the mirror. Before putting on her leotard Jubilee quickly sprinkled a bit into her armpits.
“That takes care of one problem”, the raven-haired mutant babe sighed, than looked at the mirror once again. She looked good. All these months of evil-fighting kept her body slim and tout. If only her breasts were a little bigger…
“Give me a show”, she repeated hardly, putting her earrings on. She likhesehese earrings. They were part of her style, like huge pink shades or yellow raincoat, or her fireworks.
“Are you readyhe phe photographer called from his studio. “We haven’t got all day, you know!”
“I’ll give you the show you’ll never be able to forget, sucker!” Jubilee muttered, then went out of the locker room. Somehow she didn’t feel uncomfortable anymore, just a little angry.
“Everything as planned”, the Slaver commented. The minicamera placed under the ceiling of George Marco’s studio gave him a full picture. Mixing the modified pheromones with the antiperspirant was a good idea.
Resting back in his seat, he watched the screen with pleasure, a content smile slowly appearing on his face.
“Good enough for you, huh?” Jubilee asked, putting her hands on her hips. Marco gulped.
She did look gorgeous, dressed only in a pair of huge earrings; her little breasts heaving as she breathed, bright blue eyes looking mockingly at hi “I- “I- I thought you were going to…”
“I’m going to do what I’m going to do,” she answered with a wicked smile. “Come on, Georgie, take a picture. We haven’t got all day, you know. Or maybe you wanna shoot me in motion?”
Without thinking Marco raised his camera and took a shot.
And then she started to dance.
God, Marco thought his pants would be torn to shreds by the sudden onslaught of his now fully erect penis. The girl’s movements were smooth, elegant and extremely erotic. He took shot after shot, unable to tear his gaze from her sensuous lips, curved in a smile, her beautiful neck, her breast, her slim legs…
“Like what you see, Marco?”
He didn’t answer, too busy trying not to drool. Seductive wiggling of Jubilee’s ass got dangerously close to driving the man mad with desire. His sweaty blonde hair clinged to his brow, breath had become rapid and heavy.
“Hell YEAH!” he cried at last, jumping towards her, his eyes glowing with lust. The next moment he was lying on his back, feeling dull pain in his chest, dazzled by a sudden flash of light.
“Ah, ah, ah. Look but do not touch”, Jubilee said quizzically, another plasmoid dancing between her fingers. She felt like a completely new person now. “Try this again, punk, and I’ll cook a stake from your face”.
And she really meant it. Jubilee felt more confident, or you could even say – more dominant than ever before. It’s easy to become a little shy if you lead a life like Jubilee’s, but hidden deeply underneath all that childish behaviour she had always been the leading type.
Now that inner personality was free.
“You… you’re a mutant?” George moaned, rubbing his eyes.
She didn’t bother to answer. Turning around, Jubilee headedk tok to the locker room. Not that she felt any need to cover herself – she just didn’t want to leave her stuff to that poor excuse for a man. And the easiest way to carry her clothes was to wear them.
The shining plasmoid floated near her for a few seconds, than flew down and was absorbed by her naked skin.
It was not before Jubilee slipped her panties on that she discovered her pussy lips were damp with arousal. “Guess this posing thing really can turn your head”, she laughed.
“First stage is a full success”, Edwin said, turning the screen off. “A-type pheromones affect female mutants just as I supposed. Now it is time to perform the second test… are the GenXers ready for the experiment?”
“Yes, sir. All except Lee are inside the Academy”.
“Good. Than let us proceed”.
What a girl!..
Marco’s breast still hurt, but he didn’t pay attention to it. After Jubilee’d left he suddenly realized that he got it all on film. Sure it wasn’t the kind of photos that he was expecting… he he knew some magazines that would pay lots of cash for the pics of that little blue-eyed demon who had just danced naked before him.
Hopefully a hard case of blue balls was not everything he gained from this little session!
End of part one
Author’s notes: It’s an adult story, so please don’t read it if you don’t like adult stories. Okay?
It’s also my first adult story, written as answer to EroticFicJubandGen challenge. I’m going to continue it, if someone likes it.
Feedback: please, pretty please… mail me on lerop@narod.ru if you like it, or hate it, or just want to say something nice.
And many thanks to she known by the name of Citrina for beta-reading the story (all praise the Benevolent Beta!)
Now on with the story!
Generation X: Inhibitions Lost
1. Jubilation Uncovered
By Daniil Iver
Present time
Jubilation Lee was absolutely, completely naked. Like the day she was born. Like in one of Skin’s erotic dreams (Jubilee didn’t know about them. Emma Frost did, but she kept this knowledge to herself).
She was also beautiful, with cute face, shiny locks of shoulder-long black hair, andy ofy of a trained gymnast – long legs, flat stomach (there was not even an extra molecule of fat in her, nosiree), tight little ass, and breasts which looked more promising than ripe, but still very nice.
“Gaaaaawd”, Jubilee muttered, looking down at her naked charms. “Aren’t we going to have fun?”
48 hours earlier
“Taking them down with one blow is not going to be easy”.
Edwin’s lips formed a cruel smile. He liked cruelty. It was a kind of a lifestyle for him.
“Believe me”, he said, “it is much easier than it seems to you. We only needed DNA of those freaks in order to concoct a perfect love potion for our little mutant friends”.
Edwin White, codenamed the Slaver, was a mutant himself. His psionic powers gave him empathic abilities, with which he used for tracking down his victims and bring fear in their hearts.
Of course, it was all great and no pro’ while he tried his tricks with mere humans. As to more powerful beings, well…
An old scar on his hand was from an electric burn. There were scratches on his face – the kind that you get when you’re caught by TK field and then thrown towards a really hard brick wall, face front.
Yes, Edwin had reasons to dislike the superpowerful X-Women. But he didn’t make the mistake of underestimating them. When he first encountered Storm, yes, and when he tried to capture her redhead friend, but not now.
Now the Slaver possessed the weapon that would bring Oro Ororo and Jean to their knees, both literally and figuratively.
“Aren’t those mutant pheromones precious?” he said quietly, looking at the transparent vial. “This one only affects women, and erases their inhibitions completely… no difference, human or mutant. And this…”
He smiled again.
“Time for the final test, sir”, one of his assistants s. Edwin preferred to think of them as “sidekicks”. They were all afraid of him, and hoped to take his place one day. Which, of course, would never come.
“That’s right”, the Slaver nodded. “Which kid did you pick for the first part?”
“Lee. She seemed to be a perfect choice. According to our sources, she was with the X-Men for some time. Yesterday a young photographer named George Marco offered her to make some pictures, which makes her an easy target…”
“Nice, nice.”
He remembered that Lee gal now. Short Asian. He’d seen photos of all Generation X members, since they were good guinea pigs for his secret weapon. Mutants, all of them, powerful yet not trained enough… like Lee.
-Now her life’s going to change forever-, Edwin thought. –First she, than the other X-Women-.
Present time
“Give me a show, girl”, Marco had said before she went to the locker room to change. “Let me see how good you are”.
Despite her irrepressible energy and unstoppable hyperspeech, Jubilee had always been a little shy. Sure it didn’t matter when she fought with some crazy mutant villains or had to fuss with a huge metal robot who was going to turn all human beings crispier than chili fries – you just don’t have time to be shy in such situation.
But posing before camera, knowing that her pics would appear in the magazine (if she’s good enough, that is) – ooohh…
“Give me a show, he says”, Jubilee muttered. “And I’m all sweating like a pig…”
Fortunately, there was an antiperspirant flask on the shelf below the mirror. Before putting on her leotard Jubilee quickly sprinkled a bit into her armpits.
“That takes care of one problem”, the raven-haired mutant babe sighed, than looked at the mirror once again. She looked good. All these months of evil-fighting kept her body slim and tout. If only her breasts were a little bigger…
“Give me a show”, she repeated hardly, putting her earrings on. She likhesehese earrings. They were part of her style, like huge pink shades or yellow raincoat, or her fireworks.
“Are you readyhe phe photographer called from his studio. “We haven’t got all day, you know!”
“I’ll give you the show you’ll never be able to forget, sucker!” Jubilee muttered, then went out of the locker room. Somehow she didn’t feel uncomfortable anymore, just a little angry.
“Everything as planned”, the Slaver commented. The minicamera placed under the ceiling of George Marco’s studio gave him a full picture. Mixing the modified pheromones with the antiperspirant was a good idea.
Resting back in his seat, he watched the screen with pleasure, a content smile slowly appearing on his face.
“Good enough for you, huh?” Jubilee asked, putting her hands on her hips. Marco gulped.
She did look gorgeous, dressed only in a pair of huge earrings; her little breasts heaving as she breathed, bright blue eyes looking mockingly at hi “I- “I- I thought you were going to…”
“I’m going to do what I’m going to do,” she answered with a wicked smile. “Come on, Georgie, take a picture. We haven’t got all day, you know. Or maybe you wanna shoot me in motion?”
Without thinking Marco raised his camera and took a shot.
And then she started to dance.
God, Marco thought his pants would be torn to shreds by the sudden onslaught of his now fully erect penis. The girl’s movements were smooth, elegant and extremely erotic. He took shot after shot, unable to tear his gaze from her sensuous lips, curved in a smile, her beautiful neck, her breast, her slim legs…
“Like what you see, Marco?”
He didn’t answer, too busy trying not to drool. Seductive wiggling of Jubilee’s ass got dangerously close to driving the man mad with desire. His sweaty blonde hair clinged to his brow, breath had become rapid and heavy.
“Hell YEAH!” he cried at last, jumping towards her, his eyes glowing with lust. The next moment he was lying on his back, feeling dull pain in his chest, dazzled by a sudden flash of light.
“Ah, ah, ah. Look but do not touch”, Jubilee said quizzically, another plasmoid dancing between her fingers. She felt like a completely new person now. “Try this again, punk, and I’ll cook a stake from your face”.
And she really meant it. Jubilee felt more confident, or you could even say – more dominant than ever before. It’s easy to become a little shy if you lead a life like Jubilee’s, but hidden deeply underneath all that childish behaviour she had always been the leading type.
Now that inner personality was free.
“You… you’re a mutant?” George moaned, rubbing his eyes.
She didn’t bother to answer. Turning around, Jubilee headedk tok to the locker room. Not that she felt any need to cover herself – she just didn’t want to leave her stuff to that poor excuse for a man. And the easiest way to carry her clothes was to wear them.
The shining plasmoid floated near her for a few seconds, than flew down and was absorbed by her naked skin.
It was not before Jubilee slipped her panties on that she discovered her pussy lips were damp with arousal. “Guess this posing thing really can turn your head”, she laughed.
“First stage is a full success”, Edwin said, turning the screen off. “A-type pheromones affect female mutants just as I supposed. Now it is time to perform the second test… are the GenXers ready for the experiment?”
“Yes, sir. All except Lee are inside the Academy”.
“Good. Than let us proceed”.
What a girl!..
Marco’s breast still hurt, but he didn’t pay attention to it. After Jubilee’d left he suddenly realized that he got it all on film. Sure it wasn’t the kind of photos that he was expecting… he he knew some magazines that would pay lots of cash for the pics of that little blue-eyed demon who had just danced naked before him.
Hopefully a hard case of blue balls was not everything he gained from this little session!
End of part one