Rogue, the X-Doll

by kingnothing1996 (ao3)

“Well shit.”

Those were the first two words to come out of the mouth of Anna Marie, known to the world as the X-Men Rogue, as she took stock of the situation she found herself in.

The southerner was in a sterile room lined with white and gray tiles. Around her neck was a metal collar, and metal shackles were locked around both wrists, with chains running from them to the wall behind her. 

Being bound, however, was the least of Rogue’s concerns right now. 

What was far more concerning was that she was naked. 

Like all the X-Men, Rogue was a Mutant. Unfortunately, she had developed what could be considered the worst mutation amongst the X-Men. Rogue’s mutation allowed her to absorb the abilities, knowledge, and even the life force of anyone she made skin to skin contact with. This meant that any physical contact could turn deadly, and worse of all, Rogue could not turn her ability off. The solution to this problem was to avoid physical contact and constantly cover as much of her body as she could. The mere thought of showing skin had become a source of anxiety for her, and the fact that she was naked meant somebody could have been harmed while she was unconscious. 

However, Rogue doubted her captors were unaware of that fact. She was a well-known hero who, in addition to her time as an X-Men, had also been part of the “Uncanny” Avengers. There was also the fact that, though she couldn’t prove it right now, she suspected that her captors were the Hellfire Club.

The X-Men had had several run-ins with different incarnations with the Hellfire Club, all of which tended to end poorly for all involved. So, when the X-Men had learned that a new version of the group had formed, an investigation was launched, led by the former White Queen of the Hellfire Club turned X-Men member Emma Frost.

Emma had selected a group of X-Women to accompany her. Using her connections, Emma had set up a meeting with the new Hellfire Club, and the plan was for the other X-Men to snoop around while she kept the leadership of the club distracted.

Considering Rogue was now restrained with no memory of how she had been captured, it was obvious the meeting hadn’t gone in Emma’s favor. 

“Be real nice to still have Ms. Marvel's strength right now,” Rogue said as she pulled on her restraints, trying to see if she could break them. For a period of time, back when she’d been part of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants and before she joined the X-Men, Rogue had absorbed Carol Danvers powers and had retained them for several years before they finally faded. Rogue had actually been rather happy at the time, but now she wished she could still call on Carol’s super strength or energy blasts. 

“Struggle all you want Rogue, it won’t do you any good”

“Huh?” Rogue glanced around the room, looking to see if anyone else was in the room. She had recognized the voice as that of Emma Frost, and that it must have been telepathically transmitted into her mind. That in of itself didn’t confuse Rogue, given that she’d spent years working with telepaths. What did confuse her was what Emma had said. Why would Emma tell her not to struggle? 

“There’s a perfectly good explanation for that.”
Rogue’s eyes widened as a hidden door to the room opened, and in walked Emma Frost. To Rogue’s surprise, the blonde was not wearing the white business suit she’d worn earlier. Instead she was clad in a white latex version of the outfit she’d begun wearing when she joined the X-Men. However, instead of the X that marked each X-Men member’s uniform, the Hellfire Club’s emblem appeared on the outfit.

“You traitorous bitch,” Rogue snarled as she glared at Emma. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together and see that Emma had ditched the X-Men for the reformed Hellfire Club.

Emma merely smirked in response as she approached Rogue.
“That implies there was a time where I was loyal to the X-Men,” Emma said as she looked at Rogue. “I’m actually surprised you all never suspected I might still be loyal to the Hellfire Club.”

“Oh we did,” Rogue said. “But we thought you had good in you.”

“A dangerous assumption,” Emma said. 

Rogue grit her teeth in response. If she wasn’t restrained, she’d have begun tearing Emma apart right then and there. She’d been Emma’s shoes before, she’d had worked hard to earn the trust of the X-Men, and to see that same trust thrown back in her face infuriated her.

“Anyways, I suppose I should tell you now that the Hellfire Club needs… playthings… to entertain our guests, and that you and your foolish friends are going to fill that role.”

“What do you expect us to do, dance for you?” Rogue asked. She did her best to keep the angry expression on her face, but in truth she was growing concerned. Emma was a powerful telepath, not quite on the level of Professor X or Jean Grey, but close. If she wanted to, she could have completely rewritten Rogue’s mind without Rogue ever knowing it had happened, distorting her memories or outright replacing them with new fake ones. 

“Perhaps at some point, but that’s not what I have in mind.”

“Then what do you have in mind?”

“You’re going to become a living sex doll,” Emma said with a wide predatory grin.

Those words should have terrified Rogue. They should have caused her to feel sheer terror into the core of her being. By all means it should not have made Rogue laugh.

But it did. 

“Oh sugar, you know what my power is, right?” Rogue asked as she finally stopped laughing. Her powers made her the WORSE possible sexual partner.

“I do, which is why protective measures are being taken,” Emma said calmly.

“Protective measures?” Rogue questioned, raising an eyebrow at Emma. Mere seconds later her eyes widened as she looked up, having heard movement above her, and saw several robotic arms descending towards her. Some of the arms ended in nozzles, others in small hands holding what seemed to be contact lenses and large tubes, and concerningly one seemed to have a laser attached. 

Before Rogue could say anything one of the tubes was shoved into her mouth, keeping it open and extending down her throat, causing her to start gagging on it. As Rogue gagged on the oral tube, pure white contact lenses were placed over her eyes, completely and utterly blinding her. Squeals then escaped from Rogue’s forced open mouth as she felt two more tubes being inserted. One into her ass, and the other into her vagina.

As Rogue tried (and failed) to calm herself, she felt her hair beginning to fall off of her head as the laser hummed to life and not only removed every strand of hair, but ensured nothing would grow back in its place. The laser worked fast, removing her hair in less than a minute. Then, once her hair was gone, Rogue felt a cool liquid being sprayed onto her body, and that same liquid quickly hardened into a layer of rubber. As the spraying continued Rogue abandoned her attempts to calm herself, instead beginning to struggle wildly in a desperate attempt to stop the machines. 

If Rogue’s vision hadn’t been sealed away by the white lenses, then she’d have seen the layer of green latex covering every inch of her body. It trapped her hands in mitten like shapes, and her feet were forced into a ballet boot-esque shape. Her nipples disappeared under the layers of rubber, as did any potential identifying features. The only bit of flesh not covered by the green latex were her ears, but Rogue was too consumed by panic to take notice.

By the time the green latex spray stopped, Rogue was completely and utterly anonymized. She looked like a perfect latex sex doll, and if not for her struggles, groaning and exposed ears, it’d be easy to mistake her for an actual sex doll.

But, just because the green latex spray was done didn’t mean her transformation was complete. In fact, almost the instant the green latex spray ceased, a white latex spray began. This one didn’t cover her entire body, instead drawing on a pattern resembling the white highlights of her current hero outfit. White X’s were painted onto each shoulder, and a large white X was printed above her breasts. Two white lines connected the three X’s, each of which were inside of a white circle, and another white line went down her abdomen until it met another white X located at her waist, which had another white line wrapping around it. Two white lines were wrapped around her calves, a white line was painted on each arm, wrapping around them just below the X’s. As the white latex was sprayed, another robotic arm sprayed black latex onto Rogue, first printing a barcode onto her forehead, then printing a pair of eyebrows onto Rogue’s face.

Once the latex spray ceased, the final items were put into place to complete Rogue’s dollification. The first of these items were a pair of white handles that fused into the latex at Rogue’s hips, providing anyone fucking her something to grab. The second and last of these items were two metallic headphones that were placed over Rogue’s ears. The headphones completely deafend Rogue, and with her vision obscured and touch eliminated, it concluded Rogue’s sensory deprivation.

“There, now we don’t need to worry about your pesky powers hurting anyone,” Emma said as she caressed Rogue’s rubber covered body, admiring it as though it was a work of art. 

“Now, let’s finish this,” Emma said as she placed her hands on either side of Rogue’s head. Rogue stopped struggling as she felt Emma’s touch, and she wondered what was about to happen.

In just a few seconds Rogue changed completely. Her desire to escape, her hatred towards what had just happened to her, her hatred of Emma and all of her memories disappeared. They weren’t locked away by Emma though, as the blonde telepath instead completely and utterly erased any trace of the old Rogue. In place of the decades of memories and emotions Emma added just one thing.

Lust.

Suddenly Rogue was hornier than she’d ever been before in her life. She didn’t just want to have her holes used, she NEEDED them to be used. She needed cocks filling her every hole. She needed to be used and abused. She no longer thought of herself as a person, but instead an object.

“Perfect,” Emma purred as she moved her hands down Rogue’s body, watching as she struggled in her bindings, mindlessly humping the air in an attempt to get some sort of simulation. Soon one of Emma’s hands found itself kneading one of Rogue’s breasts, while the other hand squeezed Rogue’s ass.

The lustful moans that escaped from Rogue were like music to Emma’s ears. A grin appeared on the blonde's face as she began moving her hands around, each touch causing Rogue to moan a certain way. It was almost as though the White Queen was conducting a one woman rubber orchestra. 

Unfortunately, no performance could last forever, and Emma knew eventually she’d need to take Rogue out of this room to do two things. The first was to show the other captured X-Men what awaited them. The second would be to take Rogue out to be used and abused by the Hellfire Club’s guests, who’d be unaware that they were fucking the real Rogue.

However, neither of those things needed to be done right away, and the rest of the Hellfire Club’s inner circle had seen fit to let Emma do as she pleased with the X-Men. So, with that in mind one of Emma’s hands found its way down to Rogue’s crotch, playing with the former X-Man’s rubberized clit as Emma slowly dragged her tongue along Rogue’s cheek.

“I am going to have so much fun with you and your friends,” Emma said, already imagining row upon row of brainwashed and rubberized X-Women, all of who would only exist for the pleasure of others.

It was Emma’s idea of heaven, and nothing would stop her from bringing it to pass. Not the X-Men, not the Avengers, not any other group of superheroes. 

They could come, but they would all fail, and ultimately they would only add to the legion of dolls.