Justin was actually in a very good mood, after the shower and the personal attentions by his overly voluptuous sextoy, he felt better than he had in weeks. But of course letting them know that was out of the question. "Fetch me some food woman, I haven't eaten all morning!"
Kavita had to resist the urge to leap right in and help as Anne Marie chirped in her thick cornpone accent, "Of coahse, dahlin'! Right away!"...which was only to be expected of course because the former Rogue's programmed loyalty had been tested on her first. As the plastic woman jiggled off, Kavita cleared her throat.
"There is...one more thing, sir."
Hammer scowled. "Well? Out with it then."
"It appears that Trask has been more...resistant...to our attempts to induce instability than we'd hoped. With his former X-Men providing positive reinforcement he's not displaying the irritable and irrational behavior that we'd hoped would cause his staff to lose confidence in him."
"Yes...it's too bad we weren't able to get to his little mutant bitch during her reprogramming," he mused. "She could have been an excellent double agent. Still, once Trask is gone I'm sure you'll be able to do whatever I want with her."
"Sir?" The East Indian blinked.
"I want Trask out of the picture," he declared as Anne Marie returned with a tray filled with mush. She knelt before him, placed the tray on her massive bosom, and began spoon feeding him. "He's outlived his usefulness so I want him DEAD."
"Dead?", the Doctor squeaked. "B...but how?"
"He's going to be working on the black woman soon...Storm, I think she is? It'd be a shame if while he was digging around inside her brain as she was controlling lightning." He grinned manically and cackled, droplets of food spraying over his servant. "He'll fry like a piece of bacon..."
"But...but I can't!" Rao's eyes were wide with shock and horror. "The Hippocrattic Oath...I can't...."
He glared at her. "You owe obedience to a much higher authority...ME!" Leering, he settled back in his chair. "I am The Hammer...you are the nail."
Instantly the dusky beauty's eyes glazed over as she went to her knees. "You are...The Hammer," she moaned in a desperately aroused voice. "I am...the nail..."
"That's better," Hammer smirked.
* * *
Flynn strode into the scrub room as Trask prepared for the surgery on Ororo. "Sorry to intrude sir," the security chief stated, "but I needed to see you before your...work...on subject Monroe." He glanced at the nurses shuttling around. "Alone."
Trask sighed as he soaped up. "Clear the room," he demanded. Within a few moments, the two men had the room to themselves. "Very well then, get on with it..."
"Sir," Flynn said, going to an 'at ease' position. "First off, status update. We haven't been able to apprehend LeBeau yet. We've been doing a house by house but it's slow going with the weather problems."
"Keep looking. He's not going to leave without his women...especially HER," Trask spat back. "He's here somewhere..."
"I agree. We'll find it, it'll just take time." Flynn paused. "Now the big one. I'm glad I caught you before you put Storm's powers into the database...I think it would be a BAD idea to let our men have access to it."
"Oh?" Trask looked thoughtful. "Why?"
"Well, Monroe spent a lifetime learning to control her weather ability...and the minute she lost that focus it started acting up, I assume because of the stress of her Stepford indoctrination. Now multiply that 8 times over...if we gave that ability to a full squad."
"Hmmm...I see your point. I'll...consider just locking her down instead of adding her power to the database."
"Thank you sir."
"But speaking OF the men...that brings up something I wanted to talk to you about. Apparently Hammer Industries has infested Stepford Security."
"Well, yes sir. You can't just go to the Yellow Pages and look up 'Armies - For Hire'. They're a reliable company that can anonymously provide trained personnel."
"The problem is that Stepford is now on their radar as a possible acquisition. I need you to start quietly going through the men and see which ones are ours and which ones are Hammer's. What we do about this depends on how badly we're compromised."
Flynn nodded. "I see. I'll get working and see if I can't have some contingencies planned by tonight."
"Good man." Trask pulled his rubber gloves snug and headed into the operating theatre.
* * *
Try as he might, Gambit was so exhausted by the attentions of Bardie and Titty Anna that he fell asleep soon after they left him. So it wasn't until he heard the squeak of the metal bedframe that he realized he was being released. The huge boobed redhead grinned down at him. "Have a nice nappy-poo?", she giggled, giving him a kiss.
"Uhhh....yeah...Gambit be thankin' ya for da hospitality...but he REALLY gotta go now!!"
He tried to scramble away but the superstrong hussy grabbed him by the nape of the neck. "Ah ah ah!", she purred. "We've got a whole room full of housewives just dying to try out their new sex toys on you!"
Dragging the male mutant down the stairs like he was a small child, Gambit rounded the corner and gaped in horror. Six (or maybe more, it was hard to tell)naked women sat around the living room. Some were snacking, others were openly petting others, while Bardie circulated around the room playing hostess. Meanwhile Susan Storm, wearing sexy lingerie including crotchless panties, was setting up a display stand prominently displaying the 'Fuckerware!' logo...
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