Double Trouble and a Trail of Damsels

by kingnothing1996 (ao3)

New York City, truly a lovely place when it wasn’t being invaded by aliens, threatened by omnicidal robots, or being wrecked by a rampaging Gamma-mutant (Granted, it seemed as though every summer, like clockwork, some blockbuster smashed up part of the city).

Despite this, the residents of New York City did not live in a constant state of fear. While for some peculiar reason it seemed the city was an epicenter of supervillainy of all kinds, there were superheroes who had emerged to deal with it (or cause it, as someone who reads the Daily Bugle might assume). Those heroes had eventually united into teams such as the Avengers, the Fantastic Four, the Defenders, the X-Men, X-Factor, X-Force, X-Statix, X-Terminators, along with many many more that had some variation of X in their name, and today one young heroine hoped a new team would begin to take form (one without an X in the title). Said young heroine was Kamala Khan, widely known as Ms. Marvel, also known as Carol Danvers' single biggest fan in both this universe and quite possibly all of them. The New Jersey native was seated in a cafe, one that by chance had been near the epicenter of the Battle of New York almost a decade prior, and was seated across from a blonde young Russian woman who had a rather menacing sword propped up against the table. This woman was Ilyana Rasputin, more commonly known as Magik, the younger sister of the X-Men member Colossus, the ruler of Limbo, former member of the New Mutants (one of the few heroic mutant groups not to use an X in their name), former X-Man, and a woman who the term “bad bitch” fit like a glove. The sword in question was the Soulsword, a magical manifestation of her soul in the form of a weapon, which she had summoned purely to keep curious onlookers who were curious at the presence of two superheroes at what she considered a reasonable distance.

The question many onlookers had asked as they strolled past the cafe to see the two seated inside was what the two were meeting to discuss. Could it be they were plotting to take down some supervillain? The mutant terrorist and former leader of the Brother of Mutant Supremacy Mystique had just recently escaped from prison, and who better to take her in than a pair of mutant heroes?

The truth, however, was that Mystique wasn’t on either of their minds. Kamala had been far too busy with updating her ongoing Captain Marvel isekai fanfic to have heard the news, and Ilyana quite frankly didn’t care, and was content to leave it to the various X-teams to deal with her. 

So, if the escaped mutant terrorist wasn’t the topic of discussion, what was?

“Okay, but consider this; every super team needs a teleporter,” Kamala said, leaning forwards as she spoke, a sparkle of excitement clear in her eye. “So that if they need to make a quick escape they can!” Despite her excitement, Ilyana barely reacted, instead keeping her eyes closed as she sipped on her drink.

“Name one team with a teleporter,” Ilyana finally said, before suddenly raising a finger as Kamala opened her mouth, prepared to speak. “One team with a teleporter that isn’t the New Mutants,” she promptly added, a Kamala just as promptly shut her mouth. “Besides, do you even know how my ability works?”

“You go from one point to another…?” Kamala said, a hint of her nervousness in her voice. In truth, she didn’t know how specifically Ilyana’s ability worked. There wasn’t a whole lot of information about her that Kamala had easy access to, and quite frankly the young woman had reached out to Ilyana somewhat impulsively upon learning the blonde wasn’t currently part of any active teams. 

“I do,” Ilyana replied, making Kamala perk up slightly, feeling proud that her guess had been accurate. “By taking a shortcut through Limbo,” her lips curled into a small smirk at the mention of the domain she ruled over.

“Oh…” Kamala said. Limbo was something she had a bit more familiarity with (mostly through X-Men fanfics), and as she understood it, it was essentially Hell (Or was Hell, something Kamala was a little fuzzy on as fanfics tended to use the two interchangeably). “But it still counts as teleportation, right?”

“Yes it does,” Ilyana said as she finished her drink. “Now is there by chance anything else you wanted to discuss beyond my powers?”

“Well there was one thing…” Kamala replied.

“Well, what was it?”

“How interested would you be in joining an Avengers team?”

Now, in Kamala’s ideal world, Ilyana would have immediately begun fawning over the idea and be oh so eager to become one of Earth’s mightiest heroes. 

Unfortunately, reality and Kamala’s ideal world were two things that rarely, if ever, intersected, and right now was not one of the rare times they did. Instead of excitement at the idea, or even a polite rejection, Ilyana’s reaction was to throw back her head and laugh. It wasn’t a small laugh either, but one that caught the attention of the handful of other patrons in the cafe as well, who took the blonde Russian with a large sword laughing as a sign to place money on the table and quickly leave, leaving Kamala and Ilyana the only patrons.

“So you’re bringing back the Uncanny Avengers-”

“The proper name is Avengers Unity Squad,” Kamala corrected before shrinking slightly in her seat. “And uh, it was Rogue’s idea.”

“Even better!” Ilyana cried out before laughing again while Kamala shrank even more. “I thought you were going to try and get me to join the Young Avengers, but the Uncanny Avengers are even funnier.”

“What’s so funny about the Uncanny Avengers?” Kamala asked.

“The Uncanny Avengers were Captain America’s way of trying to make up for failing Mutants for years. If I want to fight for Mutants, I’ll just re-join the X-Men.”

“The new team is also about family,” Kamala blurted out, trying to salvage her recruitment attempt, which only elicited a chuckle out of Ilyana. 

“I have enough family drama to last a lifetime as is,” the blonde replied, and she was right. There was a reason after all that Rasputin family reunions were not a thing. Kamala opened her mouth to deliver her response, but before she could say anything a blonde woman with soft blue eyes approached the table. 

“Is there any chance you’d like another drink, or maybe something to snack on?” the blonde woman asked Ilyana. 

“No thank you,” the Russian replied, her tone softening and becoming more polite than it had been during her entire conversation with Kamala. It seemed as though the waitress, Beth, had that effect on almost anyone who came into the cafe. It was at the point where several jokes had been cracked about how it was actually her Mutant ability (which had prompted Charles Xavier himself to investigate and find, much to his disappointment, that it wasn’t). 

“What about you Kam- I mean Ms. Marvel?” Beth said, catching herself before she finished her sentence. She was a close friend of the Young Avengers, and as such was privy to the secret identities of several members. Of course, she wasn’t entirely within the superhero world, and so she still occasionally had to catch herself nearly saying one of the Young Avengers real names.

“I’m good but thank you Beth~” Kamala replied with a smile, though that smile faded as she heard a banging sound coming from the back of the cafe, something Ilyana took notice of as well, and both women raised eyebrows at Beth. They didn’t say it, but it was clear both of them were wondering what the source of the banging noise was.

“Sorry about that,” Beth said. “We’ve been having a bit of trouble with raccoons trying to get into the backroom lately.”

“The normal kind, or the talking racoon from space kind?” Kamala asked, perking up ever so slightly and hopeful it was the latter and she could turn this recruitment attempt into a proper superhero team up (Which Ilyana would hopefully enjoy so much that she did a total 180 and joined the new Unity Squad).

“The normal kind,” Beth answered, leading Kamala to slump back down in her chair as her phone rang. The young woman reached into her pocket, grabbing the device and opening it to look at the message. Neither Ilyana or Beth had any idea what the message was, but whatever it was it made Kamala’s eyes widen before she hastily shoved her phone back into her pocket.  

“So uh, I need to go,” the young woman said, a blush apparent on her cheeks as she quickly rose to her feet. She reached into her outfit, trying to find her wallet, only for Beth to stop her. 

“I’ll put it on your tab,” the older blonde said with a smile.

“Oh thank you,” Kamala said before turning her attention to Ilyana. “There’s a room at the Avengers Mansion if you change your mind about the Unity Squad.”

“Unlikely,” Ilyana said with a shrug. Kamala frowned a little, but she didn’t push it any further before making her exit. Idly Ilyana wondered why the younger woman was in such a rush to get to wherever she was going, but she was nowhere curious enough to put any more thought into it. Instead, the blonde Russian made her Soulsword dissipate as she rose from her seat and began making her way towards the cafe’s washroom. Once she was done there she figured she’d go into Limbo for a bit. It had been a while since she had last made her authority clear to the residents of Limbo, and it wouldn’t hurt to give them a reminder of why she was in charge of them.

Unbeknownst to Ilyana, as she made her way towards the bathroom, Beth made her way towards the front of the cafe. The elder blonde turned the lock on the door before turning the sign on the door over to “closed”. Normally this would be an innocuous gesture, but had anyone seen the expression on Beth’s face a feeling of concern would have begun growing inside of them. The expression could only be described as sinister, and not the type of expression the normally kind and caring blonde wore. Even Matt Murdock would have been able to tell something was wrong. 

Ilyana, however, was totally unaware of this. Even when she exited the bathroom she was unaware of the older blonde lurking behind her until it was too late and a hand holding a rag was clamped over her mouth and nose while an arm wrapped around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides in the process. 

Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t be more than a minor nuisance for Ilyana. She had, after all, spent her formative years in Limbo, where she’d had the choice of either fighting and winning against demons or dying. After that, she’d spent years with the New Mutants, further honing her skills. Considering all that, this assault should have been over before it even truly began, and it probably would have been if not for the fumes emanating the rag. Ilyana wasn’t sure what they were, but they were making her head light and she had no choice but to breathe them in as she continued to struggle. Said struggles became weaker with each passing second though, and Beth’s grip tightened as they weakened. 

“Gmh... rhh rh... mm…” Ilyana weakly groaned, her words muffled by the rag, before her body went limp. A wide grin was on Beth’s face as she began to drag the limp Russian towards the backroom of the cafe, where the source of the sounds heard earlier lay. 

(Get…off of…me)

An older blonde was seated on the floor, shoved conveniently in the space between two cabinets. Zip ties were wrapped around her body, running from her ankles all the way up to her chest, pinning her legs together and pinning her arms to her sides. A large sponge filled her mouth, and it was soaking wet with her drool to the point that it had begun to spill out, leaving noticeable wet spots on her uniform, and was held in place by another zip tie. 

The bound woman was unmistakably Beth, and she shot an angry glare at the other Beth, the one holding Ilyana’s unconscious form, as she entered into the backroom. 

“I thought you might be lonely, so I brought you some company~” as she spoke, “Beth’s” appearance began to change. Her hair not only shortened into a bob cut with a skull ornament on her forehead but also changed from blonde to red, while her clothing became a matching black tank top and black pants. The most apparent change though was her skin, turning light blue, while her eyes became yellow. The figure holding Ilyana’s unconscious form now most certainly wasn’t Beth the Waitress, but instead the recently escaped Mystique. 

At the sight of her captor's true form Beth’s struggles began to intensify. She knew enough about Mystique from the news to know the blue-skinned mutant was bad news, and the fact she’d brought in another victim added to Beth’s already anxious state. Mystique merely dumped the unconscious woman at Beth’s feet, allowing her to land on the floor with a loud thud. The woman didn’t stir, but she was still clearly breathing, which was a relief to Beth. 

“Don’t worry about her too much, she’s just having a little nap. I’m sure she’ll wake up in an hour or so and then you two can start getting to know each other,” Mystique said with a grin as she made her way to a crate in the corner of the room. It hadn’t been there before today, and Beth hadn’t initially thought anything of it. Since she was ambushed and bound though she’d suspected it was brought in by Mystique, and her suspicions were proven as the blue-skinned woman reached in and began retrieving items from it. What appeared to be a latex sack was the first item Beth saw, followed by a rubber ball with a strap emerging from either side of it, and a shiny looking blindfold. All of these items were deposited next to the unconscious woman, and Beth got a front row seat as Mystique knelt down and began to go to work. 

Mystique didn’t bother stripping Ilyana, there wasn’t much point in it right now. Instead she unzipped the latex bodybag and spread it out, positioning it next to Ilyana’s unconscious form before she began rolling the blonde Russian over until she was laying on top of the sack. At that point she grabbed hold of Ilyana’s arms and guided them into a pair of internal sleeves, which ensured she wouldn’t be able to try and grip her Soulsword if she attempted to summon it. Once Ilyana’s arms were tucked away, Mystique began to pull up the zipper, which ran from the feet of the sack up to the neck. She pulled it slowly, taking her time, savoring the thought of how Ilyana would react when she woke up to find herself bound and helpless. She didn’t imagine the blonde would panic initially, but once she found herself unable to use her Soulsword panic would set in. The tightness of the latex cocoon Mystique had placed her in would only intensify those feelings.  

“I really wish you’d taken up that offer,” Mystique said as she grabbed the ball gag and began to shove it into Ilyana’s mouth. “It would have made my life so much easier if you had. Thankfully that new Ms. Marvel seems gullible enough to think you’d actually change your mind so quickly, and even if she’s not, there won’t be much she can do bound and gagged~”

Mystique’s words caused fresh panic to set in for Beth. She had figured Mystique had some larger plan going, and she was not pleased to learn that Ms. Marvel, and for all she knew more of the Young Avengers would be involved. Beth desperately wished there was something she could do, but even if she wasn’t bound and gagged, she doubted there was anything she could truly do against Mystique. Thus, she just watched helplessly as the ball gag was tightly strapped into place, followed by the latex blindfold being slid over Ilyana’s eyes, ensuring that when she awoke she’d still find herself trapped in darkness.

With Ilyana’s bondage now complete, Mystique grabbed hold of her and began to drag her towards the crate. She was anything but gentle, holding the blonde by the ankles and, upon reaching the crate, roughly tossing her inside of it without any effort made to position her, instead just letting however Ilyana landed inside of it be her position. 

“And now for you,” Beth shivered as Mystique turned her attention back towards the other blonde. The blue-skinned woman briefly scanned the room before grabbing an empty sack of potatoes that had been left on one of the shelves and pulling it down over Beth’s head. A zip tie promptly followed, wrapped around Beth’s neck like a collar and securing the bag in place. “There, now you match your new friend,” Mystique declared as she grabbed hold of Beth by the ankles and dragged her over to the crate she’d just tossed Ilyana in. Beth struggled as much as she could, but there was simply no breaking out of Mystique’s grip, and she found herself being haphazardly tossed into the crate, landing on top of Ilyana with a grunt. 

“Hopefully you two will enjoy each other's company,” Mystique said as she slowly closed the lid of the crate, drinking in the sight of Beth helplessly squirming before placing a padlock onto the crate, ensuring that neither Ilyana or Beth would have any hope of getting out. 

Now, with the two blondes taken care of, Mystique’s appearance changed again. Her skin turned pale and her hair long and blonde. A uniform formerly used by the New Mutants became her outfit, along with a piece of shoulder armor. When the transformation completed she was an identical copy of Ilyana, and she mockingly blew a kiss towards the locked crate before making her way out of the room. Nobody would suspect anything when they saw “Ilyana” walk out of the cafe, and nobody would suspect anything was out of the ordinary as she began making her way through the streets of New York City, towards the old Avengers Mansion…

“Ilyana!” Kamala exclaimed, surprise visible on her face. She had just arrived back at the mansion barely a minute prior, and had been walking away from the door with her mask in her hand when there had been a knock. The presence of the Russian blonde initially confused her, not because of the apparent change of heart, but because Kamala wasn’t sure how she had arrived so soon after her without being noticed as being somewhere behind Kamala. While the truth was Mystique’s decades of honed skills had allowed her to stay right behind Kamala without being noticed, Kamala simply concluded Ilyana had used her mutant ability to arrive so quickly. After all, regardless of the fact it required a trip through Limbo, it was still a form of teleportation. Still, while her presence wasn’t a surprise, the fact she’d come around so quickly very much was. Kamala had figured it’d be a few hours, maybe even days before the Russian blonde showed up. She certainly wasn’t going to complain that her recruitment attempt had been a success though, and she quickly beckoned Ilyana in. 

“I knew you were gonna change your mind,” Kamala said as she shut the door to the mansion behind “Ilyana”. She didn’t bother putting her mask back on, assuming that the “Ilyana” subscribed to the same rule regarding secret identities that the rest of the superhero community did. She also didn’t hesitate to turn her back on “Ilyana” having full trust in the woman who, despite only truly meeting today, she already considered a friend.

This was a mistake.

Firstly, turning your back on Ilyana Rasputin was never a good idea unless you were totally sure you were on her good side.

Secondly, it was not Ilyana Rasputin standing behind Kamala. “Ilyana” wasted no time in taking advantage of this opportunity as she promptly delivered a strong blow to the back of Kamala’s head. It wasn’t strong enough to do any permanent damage (or at least it wasn’t intended to) but it was strong enough to knock the dark-skinned young woman out, causing her to crumble to the floor, with “Ilyana” catching her before she hit the ground.

“Far too trusting,” the impersonator said as she grabbed Kamala by the collar of her costume and began dragging her quickly through the mansion's halls. She didn’t bother trying to hide from the security cameras, assuming that most of them were inactive after years of neglect since the main Avengers team relocated, and also because it was incredibly convenient for her if the blame for this was assigned to Ilyana. It would essentially be killing two birds with just one stone. After several minutes of dragging the unconscious young woman, their destination was finally reached, and Mystique returned to her proper blue-skinned appearance. The destination in question was the training room, and Mystique had confirmed for herself that the camera’s in here weren’t functioning courtesy of some scissor work when she had cased out the mansion a few days prior. 

The reason she had chosen the training room was simple. While Mystique had stashed some supplies during her earlier reconnaissance, there was only so much she could hide and so many places to hide her equipment in. The training room, however, came with a set of restraints intended to be used for practicing how to bind a villain. Presumably it was Rogue’s idea, and Mystique couldn’t help but smile at her adopted daughter's decision. Yet another item to add to the list of reasons why Rogue was her favorite.

Much of the equipment in the training room was older, another sign of the mansion's formerly abandoned state. The cabinet where the restraining equipment, in contrast, was clearly new and stood out against its surroundings. Opening it up, Mystique was delighted to see a variety of options, though she quickly settled upon a pair of old favorites, a latex straitjacket and matching legbinder, as the main restraints Kamala would be subjected to. As for a gag, Mystique chose something she was curious about, but had never had a chance to use. It was a muzzle gag, but apparently a “smart” muzzle gag, designed with a rubber bulb on the inside that would inflate in response to detected noise levels. A grin appeared on Mystique’s face as she imagined that the noise levels would be rather high when Kamala awakened to find herself bound and gagged. She laid each of these items down on the ground next to Kamala before she began to get to work on binding the young woman.

The straitjacket was the first item Mystique picked up. It was easy to get Kamala into and Mystique made sure to pull the straps extra tight for a very tight self-hug. Even if Kamala somehow managed to break free of this self-hug, the arms of the straitjacket ended in mittens, which ensured Kamala’s hands would remain totally useless. What delighted Mystique the most about the straitjacket was that it had a crotch strap. She supposed it could be justified with the claim that it provided extra restraint, but the reality was it just served to show that Rogue was kinky and that she couldn’t quite keep that to herself. When she pulled on the crotch strap, Mystique made sure it really dug in, even eliciting weak groans from the unconscious Kamala as she secured it in place. The legbinder came next, with Mystique zipping it open before rolling Kamala into it, then zipping it back up. Finally came the gag, and just like with the straitjacket, Mystique made sure to pull the straps as tight as she possibly could, again eliciting a groan of pain from Kamala, which made the bulb on the interior of the gag begin to inflate.

While Mystique would have loved to have stuck around and admired her work, time was of the essence, and so it was time to hide Kamala’s bound form. Thankfully, Mystique already had a place in mind. She walked over to one of the old lockers, dragging Kamala’s bound form along with her, and opened the door to the locker that seemed the smallest before roughly shoving Kamala inside, with no care given to making it a comfortable fit before Mystique slammed the door shut hard enough that it jammed. 

With Kamala now out of the picture, Mystique activated her mutant ability once again, taking on the appearance of Kamala before making her way out of the training room and beginning the search for her true goal in infiltrating the mansion, Rogue.

“Kamala!”

Mystique froze and let out a silent curse as a female voice called out from behind her. She had been doing so well in her search for Rogue, failing to run into anybody else, that she had started to think the Avengers Mansion was otherwise empty and that it would be easy from here on out. Evidently, she had been wrong on the first count, and she hoped she was still right on the latter.

Slowly turning around, Mystique found herself facing a young blonde woman wearing a purple and black bodysuit. She had her hands on her hips and an annoyed expression on her face as she looked at Mystique, or rather Kamala, as Mystique had maintained her appearance ever since leaving the training room, where the real Kamala remained bound and gagged. 

‘Stature…’ Mystique thought to herself, recognizing the blonde as Cassie Lang, the daughter of the second Ant-Man, as well as one of the members of the Young Avengers, and apparently one of the ones that had joined up with the new Unity Squad. Why exactly the blonde was looking for Kamala escaped Mystique, and that was a bad thing. Mystique’s ability was to copy the physical appearance of someone and only that. If she wanted someone’s memories, she’d need a third-party telepath, and the process was bothersome and thus something she rarely opted for. Usually in these situations Mystique would just bullshit her way out, but that wasn’t guaranteed to work on someone who was a longtime teammate of whomever it was she was impersonating. Under normal circumstances Mystique would just attack Cassie, but the young woman’s Pym Particles meant that, if Mystique didn’t take her out before she knew what was happening, then it was game over. With that risk in mind, Mystique decided that, for the moment, bullshitting Cassie was the best course of action. 

“Cassie!...” Mystique said, a wide smile on “Kamala’s” face as she turned around to face the blonde. Once again decades of experience came in handy as Mystique suppressed any and all hints of annoyance from her face, instead allowing just a hint of confusion onto her face, which she hoped might help her with the imminent bullshitting. 

“Don’t Cassie me,” Cassie said sternly as she marched over towards “Kamala”. “I texted you an hour ago reminding you, you said you were on your way, and then I found you wandering around the halls of the mansion without even telling me you were back!” the young woman huffed. 

“I got distracted…” Kamala/Mystique trailed off, giving an apologetic expression towards Cassie. Mentally she cursed herself for not thinking to go looking through Kamala’s phone before jamming her in that locker. Obviously something was expected of her if Cassie was upset, but what?

“Distracted? You mean you managed to forget? After all the planning and talking you managed to forget?” the blonde questioned, a hint of exasperation in her tone. 

“Yes…” Kamala/Mystique trailed off again, now putting on an apologetic front. Her thoughts, however, were the opposite. ‘God dammit just say what it is we’re supposed to be doing!’ 

A sigh, filled with audible annoyance, escaped from Cassie before she suddenly grabbed “Kamala’s” hand. “Can’t believe after spending all week excited about dominating me you managed to forget,” she said in an exasperated tone as she began to lead “Kamala” by the hand through the mansion. She was facing away from “Kamala” and was unable to see as the woman she thought was her teammate had a wide grin appear on her face. For Mystique, this was almost too perfect. Not only did it turn out Cassie and Kamala were much more intimate than just being teammates, but she was also expecting Kamala to bind her today. That made what Mystique was inevitably going to do so much easier. Thus, the shapeshifting mutant let Cassie lead her through the mansion halls. While this was certainly going to delay her plans with Rogue, if worse came to worse and her adoptive daughter was no longer in the mansion when she was done with Cassie she’d just place a call with either Cassie or Kamala’s phones and let her know what she’d done already, and was she planned to do, to her teammates.

Several minutes of being led through the halls of the Avengers Mansion came to an end as Mystique was pulled into what she assumed was Cassie's (and maybe also Kamala’s) bedroom. The sight of photos on the wall depicting Cassie at various ages with Scott Lang confirmed that suspicion. Quickly Mystique’s gaze fell on a trunk placed on the foot of the bed. Her immediate assumption was that it was filled with whatever gear Cassie possessed, and Mystique was in all honesty curious about what the young woman possessed. That curiosity was quickly answered as Cassie made her way over to the bed and simply dumped the contents of the trunk out onto the bed, spreading it out with the intent of letting “Kamala” get a good look at her options. 

It was the sort of bondage gear Mystique would expect a young couple to possess; rope, scarves, tape (presumably the kind intended for bondage), cuffs, and so on. To a very minor degree, Mystique was impressed by the collection, though she would have been much more impressed had there been more items that were outright intended for bondage. 

“I was going to let you do it however you wanted,” Cassie said as she took a seat on the bed. “But since you made me wait, you’re going to bind me the way I want to be bound, got it?”

“Understood,” was the swift reply out of “Kamala’s” mouth as she approached the bed, hands folded in front of her as she waited for instruction. At this point Mystique was sure she could successfully attack Cassie and thus have the freedom to bind as she pleased, but she was curious as to what the blonde had in mind, and figured she’d humor her. She also made a mental note to not show Cassie any mercy when it came to future bondage, as a sort of payback of having to be instructed on how to bind her. 

“Good, then grab the rope,” Cassie instructed. “And start by making a chest harness.”

Now, in all honesty, Mystique could have been sloppy here, and she could have gotten away with it. She wasn’t sure if this was the first time Cassie had been bound by Kamala (well, as far as she knew it was Kamala) but Mystique doubted Kamala was anywhere near as skilled as she was, and the possibility ran through her that showing too much skill could tip Cassie off that something wasn’t quite right. 

At the same time, Mystique didn’t really care all that much. Even if Cassie began to suspect something wasn’t quite right, the odds were that once that realization set in it would be too late for the blonde to do anything meaningful about it. Thus, Mystique showed off her skill as she began wrapping the rope around Cassie’s torso, focusing primarily on the area around her breasts. She pulled the rope tight, though not quite as tight as she might like, and as more was added the more Cassie’s breasts began to stick out. 

“Good, good,” Cassie said, making an attempt to keep the sternness she’d shown earlier, but she was pleasantly surprised by the skill “Kamala” was showing, and that slipped into her tone ever so slightly. “Next you can do a box tie,” and with that she moved her arms into position behind her back while waiting for “Kamala” to continue. More rope was promptly wrapped around Cassie’s wrists, pinning her arms behind her back, before a length of rope was tied from the rope around her wrists to the chest harness that had just been completed. This was followed by ropes being wrapped around both of Cassie’s upper arms, which were also looped around the rope running from the wrist tie to the chest harness, which further restrained Cassie’s arms. Mystique also made sure to make the knots in the ropes as tight as she could, ensuring the only way they would be undone was if she chose to untie them or if Cassie was cut free. 

“Okay good…” Cassie said as she made an attempt at struggling, and was quite satisfied to find she could barely budge her arms. It was actually surprising, considering Kamala had admitted to her that she’d never actually tied anyone up before, and had always been on the receiving end. Had she gotten some pointers from Rogue? Cassie would ask, but Kamala had so far been unusually silent. Cassie suspected it was out of embarrassment or shame for managing to forget, and on that assumption she kept her mouth shut, deciding that at the end she’d truly shower her lover with praises. Of course, she was assuming she’d have the chance, and was totally unaware that it wasn’t Kamala tying her up, but Mystique, and had no idea what Mystique might have in mind for her future. 

“Alright so now you can do up my legs,” Cassie said as she repositioned herself, shifting her position from sitting on the edge of the bed to laying on it, with her head resting on the pillow. This time she didn’t give explicit instructions on how to do her legs, as she was curious to see what “Kamala” might do. Would she switch gears, perhaps grab the tape? To Cassie’s slight disappointment though, “Kamala” stuck with the rope for now. She wrapped rope around Cassie’s ankles, knees, and thighs, effectively fusing the two limbs into one. This was what Cassie expected, but then “Kamala” did something she didn’t expect. “Kamala” took the length of rope and wrapped it around Cassie’s waist, with the blondes eyes widening as she wondered if Kamala was really going to do “that”. Her question was quickly answered as another length of rope was sent between her legs and then pulled tight, digging into the young woman’s crotch. Cassie ended up biting down on her lip hard as she tried to stifle a moan. To say it felt good was an understatement. It felt amazing, and it left Cassie thinking that the wait, however unintended, had been well worth it. 

“Gag me,” Cassie said after taking a moment to regain her composure, though there were hints of excitement in her voice. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Mystique asked, a sly grin appearing on her face. She couldn’t lie, she was enjoying this, not so much the part where she was being told what to do, but the knowledge that Cassie was unknowingly sealing her own fate with each instruction given. “I didn’t quite hear you~”

“GAG ME!” Cassie shouted, her composure abandoned as what she wanted was denied to her. “Gag me Kamala! Fill up my mouth! Please!”

While Mystique probably could have kept her going, she opted to act now. She did, after all, still have her primary objective to take care of. A purple rubber ball was swiftly retrieved from in amongst the various other pieces of restraint and more or less rammed into Cassie’s mouth, forced between her teeth and keeping her mouth open. While on its own it would make a fairly decent gag, Mystique couldn’t bear to leave so many of the other items laid out go untouched. Thus, a roll of tape was grabbed next, purple in color, and strips of it were promptly ripped off by the dominant woman and placed over Cassie’s lower face. Strips were applied over her lips, firmly fixing the ball gag into place, and then more were applied to the general area above and below her lips, along the length of her lower face, around and below her chin, and for aesthetic a strip over the bridge of Cassie’s nose as well. By the time Mystique was done the applied tape looked more like a muzzle than a traditional tape gag, and the heavy blush still visible on Cassie’s face made it very clear that the blonde was loving it.

Well, the blush, and the fact that while she was being gagged Cassie had begun to grind against the crotch rope. It was so obvious that she was turned on that Mystique found it both adorable and pathetic. 

Now, with her decades of experience, Mystique could tell when someone was getting close to their limit, and it was clear to her that Cassie was both approaching hers, and almost totally out of it and lost in her own little world of lust. A little bit more grinding, and Cassie would climax, something she was clearly desperate for. Mystique was willing to bet it would be one of, if not the, most intense orgasm of Cassie’s life.

Which was something that Mystique simply could not allow. Not under these circumstances, and quite frankly not under any circumstance.

With Cassie distracted by her imminent orgasm, she didn’t notice “Kamala” peeling another strip of tape off of the roll until, suddenly, it was applied right over her nose, covering her only source of air completely. Cassie’s reaction was immediate. Her grinding ceased and the lust left her eyes as they widened with fear. Instinctively she moved her arms to remove the blockage, only to find them stuck behind her back courtesy of the ropes. 

“Hnmnmn! Hnmnmn phphnp nph!” Even with her mouth filled with a gag that muffled her words, the fear in Cassie’s voice was crystal clear, and it was like music to Mystique. The desperate fears fell on deaf ears as, instead of moving to help her, Cassie saw Kamala’s lips curl into an unnaturally sadistic grin before her appearance began to change, her dark-skin turning blue and hair turning red as the truth was revealed to her. The look of fear intensified as realization dawned on Cassie that the wonderful bondage session she’d experienced had not just been with her lover, but instead an escaped terrorist. Horror barely described the expression on her face. Tears welled up in her eyes and began flowing down her face as she suffocated and struggled, desperately trying to break free, only to find herself unable to escape from the strict knots that Mystique had made. There wasn’t so much as the faintest hint of mercy on Mystique’s face as she watched Cassie’s struggles grow weaker and weaker while her eyes began to droop, unconsciousness threatening to claim her.

Mystique, however, was not looking to kill. As easy as it would be right now to let the full scene play out, Mystique wouldn’t be satisfied with a climax now. Thus, at the very last second, just when unconsciousness claimed Cassie, Mystique removed the strip of tape covering the blonde’s nose, allowing her to breathe again. 

“And now, just one to go,” Mystique said to herself as she grabbed Cassie by the rope chest harness and dragged her across the room, shoving her unconscious form into her own closet, where she would remain until Mystique decided otherwise. Once again Mystique used her mutant ability to change her appearance, taking on the form of Cassie Lang this time, before heading out to finally claim the prey she’d come here to hunt.

Mystique was fully prepared to turn the Avengers Mansion completely upside down in her hunt for Rogue. She would investigate every crevice in the building to find her adoptive daughter, and if she had failed to find her, she would have forced her to return. 

As luck would have it though, Mystique’s search had barely begun before it came to a stop. She found Rogue seated in what seemed in the command center in front of a large computer. There was text on the screen, but Mystique couldn’t make it out from a distance, nor did she care what it said. What mattered was that Rogue was clearly engrossed in what she was reading, enough so that Mystique was confident enough to begin creeping up behind her. Carefully her hand slipped into one of the pockets of Cassie’s suit. While her mutant ability extended to clothing alteration, anything she had within her pockets remained regardless of the transformation, and this included the bottle of chloroform and rag she had used on Magik back in the cafe. 

Each step Mystique took was carefully considered, and she practically stopped breathing in an attempt to be as silent as possible. When she’d been imprisoned, she knew Rogue still had the powers she’d absorbed from the original Ms. Marvel, and as far as she knew she still had them. If she failed to successfully get the drop on Rogue, it was all over. Success was the only option. By the time she reached Rogue the sound of her pounding heart filled Mystique’s ears as she soaked the rag in chloroform, again not willing to take any chances. She waited a few scant seconds, making sure Rogue hadn’t noticed her, and then she struck. Both of Mystique’s hands went towards Rogue’s face, clamping the drug-soaked rag over the southern woman’s mouth and nose as firmly as she possibly could. Mystique did want to confront Rogue, to show her she had come back for her adoptive daughter, but Mystique wasn’t willing to take that risk, not right now, not when she was so close.

Rogue’s immediate reaction was to try and pry the hands of her assailant away, and she likely would have succeeded had Mystique not soaked the rag in an excessive amount of chloroform. The blue-skinned woman wasn’t sure the exact amount, but if she hazard a guess, it was likely four times the dose she had used on Ilyana. The dose used on Illyana had taken the blonde out in roughly a minute, and while Rogue was more powerful physically, there was otherwise nothing about them different biologically. After just a few seconds of struggling Mystique felt Rogue weakening, and after roughly twenty seconds it seemed as though she’d ceased all together. 

‘Now it’s time,’ Mystique thought to herself as she removed her hands and, with one swift motion of her leg, forced the chair Rogue was sitting on to swivel around. As Rogue turned, Mystique changed her appearance from that of Cassie Lang back to her regular form, with Rogue catching her mid-transformation. There was a dazed look on Rogue’s face, but alarm was clear on her face when she saw Mystique. She opened her mouth, presumably to speak, but it just hung open. In that moment Mystique would have loved to be a telepath, to be able to know exactly what thoughts were going through Rogue’s head as her adoptive mother turned mortal enemy standing before her.

“Here, let me get that for you~” Mystique said in a mockingly maternal tone as she reached forwards, closing Rogue’s mouth with one hand before pressing the rag back up against Rogue’s mouth and nose. As she was forced to inhale the fumes once again, Rogue’s eyes drooped even more as she made a pathetic attempt at struggling, before her entire body went limp. Now of no further use to her, Mystique haphazardly tossed the rag aside as she took a moment to look over her adoptive daughter. Rogue hadn’t changed too much since she’d last seen her. Well, physically at least. She had changed her outfit, going from a white and green outfit with a hood to the green and yellow bodysuit she’d worn with the X-Men, complete with a cropped brown jacket. It was a rather nice outfit, and Mystique almost felt bad knowing that it would be destroyed soon. Almost being the key word.

“Alright, time to get back to work,” Mystique said to herself as she turned her attention away from Rogue and walked over to one of the walls of the room. This command center had been one of the rooms Mystique had suspected she’d find Rogue either in or near, and as such it was one of the rooms where she had placed some equipment. Crouching down at a vent, Mystique popped the cover off, reached in, and pulled out a duffle bag that she promptly opened up. A latex sleepsack, not unlike the one she’d stuffed Illyana in, was retrieved and laid out near Rogue. A small plastic container containing a single pill was also set out, alongside a latex sheet and a latex hood with only a pair of nostril openings.

Returning to Rogue, Mystique removed the brown jacket and haphazardly tossed it to the side before pulling her from the chair and laying her out on the floor next to the sack. Just as she had with Illyana, Mystique unzipped the sack and then rolled Rogue over and into it, feeding her arms into individual sleeves that secured them by her sides before zipping it up. Throughout the process Mystique was careful not to accidentally roll up the sleeves of Rogue’s bodysuit and move the gloves her adoptive daughter wore or the ones she herself was wearing. While Rogue had gained control over her mutant ability, which allowed her to drain the powers and memories of anyone she made skin to skin contact with, Mystique didn’t know if that control still applied while she was unconscious and she didn’t want to find out. 

The next item Mystique grabbed once the sleepsack was zipped up was the small plastic container, which she promptly opened to retrieve the pill inside. Much like the chloroform she had used, this was an experimental item she’d stolen. This (still very experimental) pill was intended to remove the requirement to breath for anyone who consumed it, and Mystique didn’t waste any time in popping it into Rogue’s mouth before beginning to gently massage the unconscious woman’s throat, likely the only gentle thing she’d do to her for a long time. After a moment, the massaging forced Rogue to swallow the pill, and once she did that Mystique began to count down. As she understood it, there was a certain amount of time needed for it to properly take effect. The amount of time was barely a minute, but it was the longest minute Mystique had experienced in a long time. Out of everyone, Rogue was the one Mystique wanted to kill the least, and thus she waited a few extra seconds before grabbing the latex sheet and stretching it over Rogue’s face, completely covering it and blocking any air from getting through. Now, Mystique didn’t trust Rogue not to wake up once she began suffocating, so she quickly grabbed the latex hood and, while holding the latex sheet in place with one hand, pulled the hood over Rogue’s head and then zipped it up. Once the hood was in place, the figure on the floor couldn’t be recognized as Rogue. Anything that could identify her was covered up by sleek black latex. 

Patiently Mystique now waited for Rogue to stir. It didn’t really matter how strong the chloroform was now that she couldn’t breath. Had the drug worked she would be waking to a feeling of suffocation at any second. Had the drug not worked… Sure enough though, Rogue began to struggle in the sleepsack, just a little at first, but as the realization that she was suffocating sank in, Rogue began to struggle like a wild animal, screaming and trying to break free of her rubber prison, only for the hood to muffle her and for the sack to prove too strong for her. Every movement and sound she had was filled with alarm, and Mystique grinned from ear to ear as she grabbed hold of Rogue by the feet and began dragging her away. With her main prize now in her possession, it was time for her to gather up all the little prizes she’d acquired along the way…

Hours had now passed since Mystique had taken down Rogue, and after retracing her steps through the mansion and then through the city, all five of the women Mystique had gone after were together in one place. Each of them had had their bindings changed and were now trapped inside of color coded latex sleepsacks with matching ball gags. Rogue’s was red, Cassie’s purple, Kamala’s blue, Illyana’s yellow, and Beth’s was cream. Matching latex hoods, with openings for ponytails, had been placed next to each of them, and additionally all of them had been forced to swallow the same pill that Mystique had given to Rogue.

Enough time had passed from them awakening for all of them, even Illyana, to realize that struggling wasn’t going to accomplish anything, and that for all intents and purposes they were stuck. There was no getting out of the sacks unless Mystique let them out, and it seemed more likely that Thanos would show up to rescue them than Mystique letting them out.

Currently the six women were in Mystique’s hideout, a rundown abandoned shop in Hell’s Kitchen. A terrible place to be at night, what with Daredevil and his allies, but it was still daylight, which meant Mystique was still in the clear. That said, Mystique wasn’t going to take any chances now that she had finished her collection, and she was eager to get out of Hell’s Kitchen, out of New York, and out to somewhere where she could enjoy her collection without fear of discovery.

“Alright ladies,” Mystique said with a grin as she sauntered towards her bound and gagged captives. “I think it’s time to get out of here~” Beth and Kamala looked up with expressions of fear at Mystique, while Illyana and Cassie glared at her, and Rogue looked ready to rip her adoptive mother apart the first chance she got. These expressions shifted once all five noticed that in her hands Mystique held five black latex sheets. All five women’s eyes widened with fear and they began to struggle again, trying to get away from Mystique. Unfortunately for them, their efforts failed, and Mystique began to straddle Beth. “Let’s take care of blondie number one first~” she said as she stretched the sheet across Beth’s face, ignoring her frantic pleas for mercy as she pulled the hood down, making sure that the sheet stayed in place and that her hair went through the opening before moving onto Illyana, who continued to struggle and cursed into her gag, glaring at Mystique defiantly. Alas, she too was sheeted and then hooded, at which point Mystique moved onto Kamala. She pleaded for mercy, though not quite to the extent that Beth had, and her brown hair was soon the only indicator of who was inside. Cassie showed more defiance than her girlfriend had, but not quite as much as Illyana, and it was far from enough to do anything to stop Mystique.

Finally it was Rogue’s turn. Of the five she was the only one who knew what to expect, and she didn’t struggle or plead or utter any threats as Mystique straddled her. Instead she looked up at Mystique with a defiant and angry expression before it disappeared under the latex. The reaction of all five women to their suffocation, regardless of how they’d reacted to Mystique putting the sheets in place, was to begin screaming into their gags as they desperately struggled. Their lungs burned from the lack of air, but there was no relief coming until Mystique decided to grant it, whenever that may be. In the grand scheme, their suffocation served two purposes. The first was to distract them from any thoughts of escape, and the second was to arouse Mystique, who would’ve acted on that right here and now if it weren’t for the stronger desire to get out of Hell’s Kitchen. Thus, one by one the groaning woman were hauled out into the back of an unmarked van Mystique had stolen and swapped the plates of, left to squirm in the back while Mystique changed her appearance one more time, becoming a generic looking delivery driver as she stepped into the van and promptly drove off, her mission complete, but the fun only starting.