Author’s note. This is a work of fan fiction using characters created by Marvel Comics who I assume still hold the copyright to them. It is based on the X-Men comics of the 1980s although the knowledgeable among readers will recognise that I have made one change to a character’s powers and have bent time so that certain characters can appear together. It does not in any way draw on the films of the 21st century or the depictions of these same characters by the likes of Halle Berry. Nor does it refer to the new Ultimate X-Men ongoing series.
The series includes a large number of violent, non-consensual sexual acts. In the real world such acts are despicable crimes, even when carried out against super villains. This is a work of fiction and should be treated as such.
Cyclops
Having defeated his rival Cyclops turned to Phoenix who lay where she had fallen, still quivering and shaking, her eyes indicating awareness but her body and powers not answering her commands. Scott examined the body of his lover, running his fingers over her hot and fevered skin until he found a small puncture wound and felt hard lump as if there were some small metal object under her skin. He snapped his fingers in recognition of the seizure she was experiencing. "Psionic scrambler!" He recalled its use against her in the Danger Room, and again by the minions of the Hellfire Club*. "That probably identifies our attacker," he mused, "though they’ve refined their delivery system. It will probably take a minor operation to remove."
Cyclops lifted the naked and shaking woman in his arms, intending to take her to the sick bay, and looked down on her fragile form. Her perfect tits and the triangle of red hair at her cunt caught his gaze. He and Jean had an active love life, slept in each others’ rooms, in each other’s bodies more often than not, and through the psychic link they knew each other more intimately than any other couple had ever done. And yet, and yet…fucking a telepath was both amazing and disturbing. Jean knew his every thought, every imagination, responded to his mood perfectly. She would take the lead if he was tired, play the submissive if he was angry, be as romantic or as sleazy as he wished all without any negotiation. If he wasn’t in the mood, she wouldn’t push, if he was she was ready for him. She was probably the second most powerful telepath on earth and she could do all these things without difficulty; she could also, he knew, change his own feelings. Perhaps not as easily as she could rearrange her clothing from a business suit to a streetwalker’s ‘come fuck me’ outfit to an x-rated nurses uniform, but he knew she could turn him on, or turn him off, without him realising. She swore she never did, and he believed her, usually. But she was never not in the mood when he was, never, and some of the ideas he had for sex games between the two of them seemed to come completely out of the blue.
Anger at her deception rose in him and he let her body fall, hanging on to her long red hair. "Play with my mind would you?" he raged. "Use me as a sex object? Turn me off when you don’t want me? I’ll show you!" With his free hand he slapped her across the face and her deep green eyes registered shock though she could neither physically nor mentally protect herself. Pulling her up by the hair he slammed her against the wall, her magnificent breasts bouncing up and down at the force and her legs splaying. "I hope you’re in the mood right now slut, because I certainly am." He was; despite his recent exertions he was again hard, harder even than when Phoenix herself had been stoking his lust. The Impulse field caressed his primal desires and silenced his conscience and it was the most natural act in the world for him to kick Jean Grey’s legs apart and drive his cock into her in one violent thrust. Gripping her tits in his fists to hold her up he raped her, her mind and senses registering the assault but her body limp and unable to withstand it. "Yeah!" he cried. "Now I know this is my idea! But lover, your fuck hole is a bit on the slack side, I think I want something a bit tighter!" Cyclops avoided catching her eye as he pulled out of her and spun her around, slamming her hard against the wall again, crushing her breasts against the cold concrete revealed by the damage to the panelling. Lifting her up by the ass he used his thumbs to reveal her tight anus and pressed the head of his prick, sticky with her and his juices, against it. "Now I know you love this," he sneered, knowing just the opposite. It wasn’t part of their love life; though Phoenix was terribly inventive and eager to try almost anything new she’d only tried anal with him once and the one time he’d suggested it again she’d momentarily filled his mind with the sensation of having a baseball bat shoved up his ass. Her slender form continued to shake, as if with fear, but Scott ignored it, roughly forcing his cock head into her ring. "Work with me on this," he taunted, pulling her downwards. He had an innate understanding of spatial dynamics and could identify the best angle of attack and the weakest point in her resistance so within a second or two he had gained entry and his plum was firmly lodged between her cheeks, the sphincter of her anus closed around the neck of his penis. "Yesss!" he hissed in pleasure, glorying in the tight warmth of her asshole. "Now lets go for it!" Moving his hands to her hips he drove her down onto the fleshy spike impaling her and thrust upwards to meet her until his length was buried within her and her weight was held up by his prick. For Jean, aware of every sensation despite her inability to react to it, it was like a red hot poker had been run up her fundament. Holding her firmly in position Scott slowly pulled out of her before driving upwards again until his groin slapped against the cheeks of her ass. He grunted with pleasure, her ass gripping his cock tightly, no sound of complaint emerging from her. Encircling her narrow waist in his hands he drove in and out of her, each thrust lifting her slightly upwards, her breasts sliding against the wall.
"Getting some action with a real woman, leader man?" asked a familiar gravely voice. Wolverine had recovered from his humiliation and approached Cyclops where he ravished Jean’s ass.
"Screw you…uh… psycho!" replied Scott, barely distracted from the feelings of his cock deep inside the redhead.
"No thanks," said Wolverine, "I was thinking of screwing her." Scott turned to his team mate ready to fight for the helpless woman, his visor glowing, but Logan’s presentation was, for him, submissive.
"Mi casa es su casa," he said, turning so that Phoenix was no longer supported by the wall and her body fell forwards, her tits swaying. Wolverine stepped forwards, took her graceful throat in his hand and pushed her up, revealing her slender torso. Her legs hung limply from where her pelvis was held up by Cyclops’ cock in her ass and her cunt was displayed, the thick tangle of auburn hair glistening with her juices. Her thighs were stained with the seed of both men as well as her own lust and to Wolverine’s acute senses the mix of scents was a heady concoction. Leaning against her body, pressing his chest against her tits, pushing her against the man behind her he found that by a coincidence of anatomy available only to writers of second rate pornography her snatch was at just the right height for his tool. Her head hung limply over his shoulder as Logan instinctively positioned the head of his cock at her pussy and slid smoothly in; despite Scott’s taunts and the number and size of visitors it had had in the last hour Jean’s cunt was still tight and Wolverine sighed deeply as he entered her.
The most powerful mutant on earth hung limply, trapped helpless between the two men. Scott’s smooth, athletic body and his height contrasting with Logan’s short, hairy, muscular form. Between them Jean writhed and shook, affected not by passion at the double penetration but by the spasms initiated by the scrambler embedded beneath her skin. Inside her Cyclops could feel Wolverine’s penis, separated by his own only by thin membranes, and as the shorter mutant began to move, roughly thrusting into Phoenix, he also rubbed against Scott’s cock. "Uhhhhh, fuck," groaned Cyclops, "fuck!"
The two men raped their incapacitated friend and without meaning to they fell into a rhythm; the upwards stroke of Scott’s cock coinciding with Logan’s down stroke and Logan forcing his way up and in as Scott withdrew and slid out of her. Like pistons of a machine they drove in and out, up and down, in a demonstration of male force while Jean could only hang between them, comprehending what was being done to her but unable to even protest, let alone resist. The two men’s hands held her waist, their fingers interlinked, and their eyes met over her shoulder, Scott’s blue staring into Logan’s brown. Each saw the same emotions mirrored, lust for the girl between them, disgust at their own behaviour, a savage joy at their dominion over her. Their cocks rubbed against each other within Jean and they could feel each other approaching orgasm; for a brief instant they were making love to each other with Phoenix’ body as the medium, then they shied away from that challenge to their identities, concentrating instead on taking their pleasure from the helpless redhead. At the same moment each decided that they would outlast the other and a new competition began over Jean, they slowed their assault on her, drawing out the moment, as the sensation of nearing climax grew. Logan actually bit Jean, drawing blood, in his effort to withstand the pleasure that he was gaining from the rape, but it was not enough. With a lupine howl of lust he tilted his head back and drove into her womb one last time, his seed spurting from his cock and his movement lifting both Jean and Scott from their feet for a moment. Feeling the other cock within Jean twitching and spraying Scott could not hold a second longer and his own climax burst from him, filling her anus with his seed and forcing his cock from her back passage. Jean fell to the floor as the two naked men, their cocks still pulsing semen, looked at each other.
"If you touch her again," said Scott, "I’ll kill you."
"Fuck!" said Wolverine. "It would be worth it." He raised a hand and Scott instinctively slapped his own palm against it, high fiving the smaller man. "Now for God’s sake leader man, there’s a fucking enemy out there!"
(*Uncanny X-Men Issue 130 – Lou)
Shadowcat
Shadowcat watched from inside the six foot thick steel wall of the danger room as Storm was spit roasted between Havoc and Nightcrawler. The teenage mutant had long admired the African woman, almost worshipped her as the people of Africa had over a decade ago; she was everything young Katherine Pryde wished to be – tall, beautiful, powerful, independent. To see her humiliated, on all fours, forced to suck Nightcrawler’s cock while Havoc sodomised her horrified the young woman. Horrified, and yet excited. The passion displayed by her idol as she responded to the double violation, the ecstasy and pleasure on the faces of the two men and the ever growing influence of the Impulse field worked on Kitty as it had on everyone else. Her hand slipped down to her pussy, covered only by a tiny G-string which was all she could stand wearing since Cyclops’ optic blasts had hammered her backside. Through its thin fabric she ran her index finger along her slit, parting her folds with a delicate touch. Biting her lower lip, gazing from her hiding place with rapt concentration, she pulled the garment out of the way so she could probe deeper into her pussy. She matched the tempo of her gentle caress to Havoc’s less than gentle assault on Storm’s anus, sliding her fingers along, in and out of her pussy as he pierced their leader’s ass and withdrew. Though afraid of discovery Shadowcat could not help moaning and gasping as her slender fingers dived into her snatch, faster and faster as Havoc and Nightcrawler accelerated their assault on Storm. Fortunately for her her cries were drowned out by the grunts of passion from the two men and they remained oblivious to their hidden observer. As her climax approached she began to lose control of her mutant power, to remain phased she needed to concentrate and the only thought on her mind was the building tension in her every nerve ending. A psychic ‘safety valve’ fired and suddenly she was ejected from her hiding place inside the danger room wall and thrown forwards to land on the cold steel of its floor. There she lay, writhing in ecstasy from an orgasm more intense than any she’d had whether alone or with a partner. Her cry coincided with Havoc’s, adding a soprano descant to his tenor, and attracted the attention of Nightcrawler who was recovering from his own climax.
"Well well well," he said as he saw the half naked girl lying on the floor. "I do believe dessert has arrived."
"Uhhh," sighed Shadowcat, "I don’t think so. Jelly bean!" As she spoke she leapt into action, her years of training now coming into their own. She dived forwards, sliding along the smooth floor of the danger room until she reached the limp form of Storm. When she touched the African’s skin the two of them sank through the steel plating and out of sight.
"Very clever Kitty my sweet," laughed Nightcrawler, "but where you go I can fuurrrrrgghhhhhhh!" Triggered by the girl’s verbal command one of the danger room’s many weapons opened fire and bombarded the German with a high intensity sonic beam. As well as stunning him and causing his teeth to rattle it would prevent him summoning the concentration to teleport safely for some time.
Shadowcat supported the limp form of Storm as she stopped their descent through the foundations of the mansion and climbed upwards, walking on the molecules of the earth, steel, air and concrete till the two of them emerged in Storm’s attic rooms. "Ororo! ‘Roro!" Kitty called desperately, lying the older woman down and lifting her head.
"Kit…kitty, is…? What…?" Ororo’s blue eyes opened and she looked out, barely seeing her saviour, still feeling Havoc’s cock up her ass, still tasting Nightcrawler’s cum in her mouth.
"Oh ‘Roro. They…you…I couldn’t…you…" Kitty struggled to make sense and couldn’t. "I’ll look after you," she finished, and gently let Storm’s head down to the thick rug on the floor, her long silver hair spread beneath it. Quickly getting a damp cloth Kitty mopped the sweat from Ororo’s forehead and cleaned the snot and jizz from her lips and throat. With firm, gentle strokes she tried to wash away the touch of Storm’s rapists, cleansing her ebony skin of the sticky fluids it was smeared with. Storm, so used to command, to whom freedom was life itself, surrendered to the loving ministrations of her protégé, and for only the fourth time since she was a child let silent tears fall.
Kitty mopped Storm’s chest, wiping her smooth skin, soothing her breasts with the cool, damp fabric where Nightcrawler’s grip had bruised her. The rough fabric of the cloth rubbed her nipples and the sensitive aureoles and despite her ordeal in the danger room her body responded, the nipples hardening and lengthening at Kitty’s touch. The younger woman did not notice immediately, continuing her cleaning of Storm’s body, but as she mopped her flat stomach her wrist brushed against the point of Ororo’s nipple. "Oh!" Startled, she did not pause her ministrations but with her other hand she reached down to Storm’s breast and ran her fingers over it, letting her thumb stroke the teat. It was not quite as hard or sharp as a needle, nor as long, but it wasn’t far off, projecting the length of Kitty’s thumbnail from the circle of still darker skin at the end of her breast.
Shadowcat gently squeezed the nipple between finger and thumb as she continued to wipe Storm’s skin, the cloth approaching the snow-white thatch of her pubic hair, and she leant forwards brushing the point of her other teat with her lips. Storm arched her back, thrusting her tits upwards, and Kitty pulled back slightly. Sticking out her tongue she let the tip of one sensitive organ caress the tip of another before sucking her idol’s nipple between her lips. Closing her teeth gently she nibbled on it, its length allowing her to tease it with her tongue as she held it between her teeth. "Mmmm," Storm sighed, giving in to the sensation, and she made no protest when Kitty parted her legs. Leaving the team leader’s magnificent breasts for the moment she cleaned her thighs of the mix of bodily fluids they were smeared with and firmly wiped her pussy, cleaning the silver hair of the signs of the recent rape. Discarding the cloth Kitty gently ran her fingers over the smooth skin of Ororo’s inner thigh, checking that there was no more sticky residue. Kneeling above her mentor she looked down at her tall, athletic body; the long legs slightly parted, her full breasts with their needle like nipples, her angular face and striking blue eyes gazing upwards unfocussed. Unable to control herself she leant forwards and pressed her lips against Storm’s, kissing the older woman tenderly. To her faint surprise Ororo kissed her back, their lips parting and their tongues writhing against each other. Kitty stroked the long, white hair, still slightly damp from sweat, and raised Storm’s head, pressing harder into the kiss until she had to come up for air.
"I’m so sorry," she whispered, "I saw…I couldn’t…"
"Sssssh," said Storm, returning the comfort, "ssssssh. You came, you came." Kitty kissed her again, her free hand fondling one of Ororo’s breasts, then sliding down her stomach to the tuft of white hair and cupping the black woman’s pussy.
"M…may I?" asked Kitty, shyly.
"Oh my dear kitten, of course."
Hesitantly, Kitty stroked her index finger along Storm’s slit, gently parting the lips, and feeling her moisten at the careful touch. Ororo’s body responded quickly to Kitty’s skilful caresses and the young woman’s fingers slipped into her, seeking out her clit, circling and teasing it.
"Oh!" said Storm, startled at the electrifying sensation, unused to her body’s own responses. "Oh!" Kitty smiled and licked her tongue along Storm’s long neck.
"C…can I taste you, please?" Ororo only nodded and Kitty continued her journey along the African’s slender body, pausing at her breasts to taste and nibble the nipples, then running along her stomach to the navel and beyond where she clamped her lips against Ororo’s and pushed her agile tongue deep into her pussy.
Rogue
Rogue sighed in deep satisfaction as she sunk down Colossus’ shaft. Her pussy lips opened hungrily to swallow him though her eyes widened as he stretched her, startled at just how thick is metal pole was. Down, down she sank, forcing herself when the great length of his cock pressed against her cervix, till her groin rested against the cool steel of his and she felt like his prick was about to emerge from her mouth.
"Oh mah God!" she sighed. "Y’all could play baseball with this Petey." The Russian bucked his hips trying to throw her off and she slid up his cock, but kept her leverage and landed back on him, driving him back inside her. "Unnnng! Oh yeah, that’s what ah’m talking about baby!"
"Get off me tovarisch," said Colossus. "Off!" He bucked beneath her but could not shake her, she kept his wrists pinned against the floor and clamped her knees about his torso so that although he rammed in and out of her in a parody of the Mother Superior position she held her seat.
"Yeeeehaaaaa!!!!" Rogue rocked forwards dangling her firm tits in Peter’s face. "Go on Petey, give it to me! Oh yeah, that’s right!" So much more real than the dildos she had to have specially made, and which even so could rarely be re-used, she felt Colossus’ prick inside of her, impaling her and the overwhelming orgasm she had sought earlier and which had escaped her began to rise. She rocked back and forth in time to Peter’s attempts to dislodge her using the entire length of his shaft. "Oh God!"
Unable to loosen her grip on his wrists Peter gave up trying and instead as he fucked her he pulled his hands along the floor above his head. In time with the movement of his hips Rogue was pushed after them so that she lay flat over Colossus, her breasts pressed against his head; then, when his hips sank backwards she was stretched between her grip on his wrists and her grip on his cock. Unwilling to give up the first real fuck in years she let her hands slide down Colossus’ steel arms to his shoulders where she pushed herself upright again, sinking back down his prick.
His hands now free Colossus grabbed Rogue’s slender waist and rose to his feet in one powerful motion, body-slamming the girl against the wall. The impact should have crushed Rogue like cardboard but her invulnerable body withstood the force, even where the head of Colossus’ cock rammed into her with enough strength concentrated on a single point to pierce any man-made substance. The wall behind her shook and crumbled at the impact and Rogue howled in ecstasy, her orgasm setting every nerve on fire, and her cunt lips clenched, squeezing Colossus’ prick with incredible pressure. He grunted in pain and pleasure.
"You like it rough my friend! Ha! I can oblige!" Holding her against the wall, his large hands almost meeting around her waist he slammed into her again and again, giving no quarter, holding no part of his incredible strength back. Rogue’s hands were free and she punched at Colossus’ face and arms but unable to get any proper leverage she did him no damage, though each blow could have flattened a car.
"You bastard!" she screamed. "Fuck! Ah’m going to fuck you up so badly!" Her legs circled Peter’s waist and she gave the lie to her words by locking her heels in the small of his back and pulling him into her.
"Shut up!" he snapped and pressed his mouth against hers, covering it, pushing his tongue into her. Their tongues met; his cold and metal, hers warm flesh and blood despite it’s invulnerability, and she snapped her teeth down on the invading organ. He pulled his face back, grunting in pain and slammed his hips forwards again. The concrete of the wall cracked behind her as his prick drove her into it again.
"Oh God!" cried Rogue, letting him go, licking the taste of metal from her teeth, "oh God!" Colossus rammed his head forwards with the next thrust of his cock and his forehead smashed into her nose; her head slammed back against the wall of the building, her nose broke sending a spray of bright blood across Peter’s steel hide and the wall gave way behind her. The two mutants fell through the side of the armoured building, the power of their passion having accomplished what sustained tank fire should not have been able to, and out into the open air of the second floor of the mansion. Rogue, with her power of flight, tried to turn the two of them over so that she would land on top but Peter’s unreasonable agility enabled him to spin them again at the last minute and Rogue impacted with the ground, Peter following a split second behind her, his hard cock with all his weight and the power of gravity driving into her. Their yells of climax were simultaneous, drowned out by the sound of their impact, and they lay at the bottom of the crater they had created, silent and still at last.
Rogue wiped her forearm across her bleeding nose and looked at the smear before licking it off.
"Ma ma Petey, ya’all know what a bad gal likes."
Colossus slowly pushed himself upwards, withdrawing his cock from her, drops of some liquid metal, like mercury, scattering from it.
"I am sorry my friend, I…" Rogue placed a finger across his lips.
"No! Don’t spoil it!" She stood, discarding the scraps of her costume. "You can give me what I want Petey, what I need. Don’t say anything," she looked down at him slyly, "unless, of course, you want to go again…" Colossus backed away from her, resuming his human form.
"Not tonight my friend. Another round would kill me, and maybe the mansion wouldn’t survive it either." Rogue smiled and then looked puzzled, reaching her hand down to her cunt. She probed between her lips and withdrew her fingers holding a scrap of some sort of metal.
"What the hell is this Petey?"
"I know not. I did not even know I could…"
"Well y’all can. And how!"
Storm
"Oh Goddess!" Storm’s back arched as she felt a new kind of pleasure; Kitty probed within her, lapping at her clit, creating bright points of light, sending shivers of sensation from one end of her body to the other. "Oh Kitty!" This was nothing like anything she had ever experienced before; her memories of Jean were of hilarity and laughter, and clouded by alcohol in any event; the almost ritual service provided by Callisto had touched her body but not her mind; here a girl she truly loved, though until now in a sisterly or maternal pattern, was tending to her with no thoughts other than affection. "Aaaaaaah!" She sighed as Kitty’s lips closed over her hard clit and sucked it between them, and she pushed her pelvis upwards against the younger woman.
Storm didn’t have words for what she was feeling; she knew that she had a clitoris which was ‘a small sexually sensitive organ at the front of the vulva’, she knew that cunnlingus was ‘oral stimulation of the clitoris or vulva’ but until now she had had no real idea of what that meant, and now she did she realised that words were too clumsy a method to describe such magical things. Instead she floated away from her body on a tide of sensation, wave after wave of pleasure holding her and protecting her. She looked down on herself from above, admiring her own body, realising how beautiful she was, seeing her protégé bent over her, her face buried between Ororo’s thighs, the dark brown hair shaking and bobbing as she worked.
Ororo began to tremble and quiver, moaning uncontrollably, her nerves on fire, her mind unable to process the signals it was receiving, registering only that they were getting stronger and more intense. A web of lightning radiated from her cunt where the young mutant was probing deep with her slender fingers while never ceasing the oral stimulation of the weather-witch’s clit. Writhing from side to side Ororo almost pulled free of Shadowcat but the girl followed her every shudder, worshipping at her goddess’s holiest place, driving her on and on.
Layer on layer of intensity overloaded Ororo and it seemed there was no limit, that her body, unable to contain what was within her, would dissolve leaving only a node of energy. Instead, she exploded. There was an instant of terror, an instant where Ororo herself ceased to exist, overwhelmed by the energy of her orgasm, and she screamed. High pitched, wordless, sharp enough to shatter glass ornaments around the room she screamed and in that scream all that power and energy escaped as if it were a physical thing leaving Ororo empty. She fell back against the rug, drained, relaxed, content; the unclean feelings of her encounters with Alex and Kurt expelled and overcome.
"Oh Goddess, thank you Kitty, thank you. That was…." The shorter girl lay alongside Storm who wrapped her in her arms, cuddling her to her breasts, kissing her forehead. "Kitty," she said, seriously, remembering something important.
"Yes Ororo?"
"I…Scott…he didn’t rape you. It wasn’t real." Storm willed the younger woman to understand, hoping to give her some measure of relief.
"Oh, I know that," smiled Kitty, snuggling into the African’s body. "I worked it out, remember how smart I am."
"You…know? How?" Kitty giggled, embarrassed.
"Oh…it was so vivid, him taking my virginity, it hurt like it was real. Only I wasn’t a virgin. When I realised that the whole thing unravelled in my head and it doesn’t even hurt any more, I can remember it, but like it was a film, not like it really happened. I’m sorry I upset you, you didn’t hurt Scott did you?" She half rose, suddenly worried for the team’s first leader.
"You’re not a virgin?" asked Storm, sharply. The girl in her arms didn’t notice the change in her tone nor the stiffening of her body.
"Oh no. Not for three years." Kitty laughed shyly.
"Who?"
"I can’t remember his name, some guy who thought I was seventeen," she giggled again. "Perhaps because that’s what I told him. Was a bit of a let down actually. But I’ve had loads of men since then. Me and Ilyana try out new students and I fuck Logan in exchange for him getting me drink. And of course, there’s Ilyana herself. Where do you think I learnt how to suck cunt?" She reached her hand down to Storm’s pussy again and fingered her slit.
"You. Little. Slut!" Storm exploded into action, her had grabbing Kitty by the throat and pulling her up as she rose to her feet. She held Kitty at arm’s length, lifted up so she was on tip toe, the African mutant incandescent with rage. "You whore! Tramp! Harlot!" Affection and contentment had been suddenly and overwhelmingly replaced with anger and rage.
"I…akkkkk…"
"I don’t want to hear it, slut!" She pushed Kitty away from her, the young woman stumbling backwards and falling over Storm’s bed, her legs splayed and her purple T-shirt rucking up revealing her flat stomach. "Don’t move!" Frightened, Kitty lay still, her eyes trying to follow the more powerful woman’s movements around the room.
Storm went to a chest of drawers and opened one finding something she’d put in there months previously, never expecting to want it. She lifted out a large, black strap-on dildo and briefly glanced at the card attached. ‘Just in case you ever unleash the wildling within you. xx Cal’ Storm smiled a feral smile and examined the straps, stepping into the harness and pulling it tight, the base of the dildo pressing firmly into her cunt, projections on it rubbing against her clit which she realised was engorged and aroused. Storm looked at herself in the full length mirror and admired what she saw; a goddess, powerful, triumphant, wrathful, only her hair floating around her face softened the effect. "I’ll have to do something about that," she muttered, pulling it back into a single rope and tying it with a loose piece of cord. She nodded at her reflection. "Better."
Storm strode back to where Kitty lay on the bed, helpless before her mentor’s anger. The girl saw her goddess approach, her eyes widening in fear at the weapon that now protruded from Storm’s pelvis.
"Oh God, no!"
Without a word Storm pulled Kitty towards her, spread her thighs wide at the edge of the bed, pulled the flimsy G-string aside and rammed the dildo into her, raping the young mutant for real as Mastermind’s illusion had raped her in fantasy. The unreasonably huge phallus slid into Kitty easily; aroused from watching Storm’s rape, from eating out the woman she loved most and, indeed, from the domination now exerted over her she was wet and if not willing at least ready for cock. It did not even occur to her to escape so complete was Storm’s emotional hold over her; instead she lay there and let the team leader fuck her aggressively, hammering the artificial prick into her more-experienced-than-her-age-would-suggest pussy. Holding Kitty in place with a hand on her sternum Storm slapped her face with the other hand, backwards and forwards.
"You slut! You like fucking? I hope you like this!" She timed her strokes to match the blows that she struck, all the time holding Kitty’s eyes with her own. Storm pulled up the girl’s T-shirt revealing her well developed tits and slapped at them leaving red finger prints on their soft skin. "You’re mine now! Mine! You fuck me! No one else!"
"Y…yes…" gasped Kitty, "yes…" Her body shook, assailed by blows, by rape, by violent emotion and as Storm impaled her she began to climax. "Yes! Yes! I’m yours!" Cruelly clenching the girl’s tits in her fists Storm slammed her dildo in balls deep, figuratively speaking, and felt her own orgasm rip through her, stimulated by the violence, by the rubbing of the base of the cock against her clit, by the Impulse field and most of all by the power she had over her protégé.
"Only mine," she said again when their twin climaxes has run their course. Then the door flew open and Nightcrawler and Havoc burst in. "Except when I say otherwise." She grabbed the girl by her hair and lifted her up, pushing her in the direction of the door; Kitty stumbled and fell at the feet of her team mates.
White Queen
Emma Frost clapped her hands together delightedly.
"Storm is never going to forgive herself for this! And I can’t say I’m disappointed to see that precocious Pryde girl getting treated the way she deserves either. If it weren’t for her we would have taken care of Xavier’s little band years ago.*"
"Oh yes," said Jason, "I wouldn’t mind getting some of her myself sometime. Although I think she’ll be a little slack for some weeks to come after this." The communications board flashed angrily and he glanced towards it. "Oh, alright Raven, what do you want?" he snapped as he turned the sound back on.
"If it’s all the same to you two I’m getting out of here. My shields against the Impulse field are down to about twelve percent and I know that Wolverine can track me by scent no matter what shape I wear. I’ve been royally fucked once tonight, that’s my limit."
"Whatever you like m’dear. I don’t imagine we’ll be staying much longer ourselves, I suspect that the party is nearly over and we wouldn’t want to have to help with the clearing up. See you in New Orleans to look through the tapes?." He turned to Emma. "Are we ready to get away scot free?"
"It may not be quite as easy as that," said the White Queen pointing at one of the displays. "I think the X-rated men are coming this way." On the screen four naked mutants were approaching.
(* Also Uncanny X-Men Issue 130 – repetitively yours, Lou)
Wolverine
Wolverine led his old team leader through the mansion’s halls following the distorted scent of the woman who wasn’t Moira McTaggart. His keen senses picked up the smell of her sweat, and of her arousal, and his own body responded to it, stoked by the unseen Impulse field, so that his thick cock hardened again. At one of the side entrances to Xavier’s Westchester mansion the scent changed subtly, although the smell of female excitement remained strong and Logan stopped and snapped his fingers.
"Fuck! It’s Mystique! I should have known the moment I smelt her!" Behind him Scott stopped.
"Computer, broadcast me to the mansion. X-Men, New Mutants, this is Cyclops. The shapechanger Mystique is active in the environs. Do not trust anyone. New Mutants, remain where you are. X-Men, for Christ’s sake we could do with some help down here! For all the fucking good that’s likely to do. Not one of you idiots has been any fucking help so far. End message."
"You’re losing your grip Cyke," said Wolverine. "Not like you. Besides, between us we can fuck Mystique the way we fucked Jean." Scott’s cock twitched and came to half mast but he glared at the shorter man through his quartz visor, the only garment he had retained, and the two naked men faced off, almost ready to fight again.
"Don’t ever mention that to me again or I’ll make you my bitch permanently!"
"You took me by surprise Cyke." His claws popped out as he spoke, but with an effort of will he retracted them, unconsciously sensing that he was responding to the will of another. "But anyway, a female wolverine is a sow. Why are you so worried about Mystique?"
"Do you think she came alone?" asked Cyclops sarcastically. "Meeting the Blob in this condition is right on my list of things I want to do today."
"Fuck! You’re right," Wolverine said reluctantly. "I’ve only just recovered from being reamed by you, being held down and buggered by that fat bastard would truly spoil my day." He sniffed the air. "Don’t smell him though, and he has a truly bad problem with BO so he’s probably not here." He cautiously opened the door and crept into the night. "We’re going to have to find her though, unless you just want to let them get away with everything they’ve done to us tonight." Cyclops paused for a moment before following him.
The trail Wolverine was following led them away from the mansion and into the extensive grounds of the school and when a localised thunderstorm suddenly blew up overhead Scott put a hand on his shoulder.
"We can’t leave the others. Christ alone knows what’s going on back there." As if to underline his words there was the sound of an explosion from the mansion and the two mutants turned as one and ran back the way they had came, Scott’s longer legs giving him the lead. Lightning struck the roof of the building as they reached what was almost a crater at the foot of one of the walls; at the bottom of the hollow created when two indestructible mutants hit the ground at terminal velocity sat Rogue looking somewhat dazed, her nose badly broken and naked as the day she was born. Nearby, eyeing her warily, was Colossus, equally naked and also looking like he’d had something of a beating. "What happened?" asked Scott. "Who did this to you?" Logan sniffed the air, smelling Rogue’s blood as well as other bodily fluids and a strange, metallic odour he was unfamiliar with.
"I don’t think you want the details Cyke." He grinned ferally at Colossus. "Well done Petey! Now don’t you two stop for a cigarette, I’ve picked up a scent I don’t recognise coming from out front. Get in the air and give us some cover darlin’." Rogue collected herself and rose into the air.
"What all am ah looking for Wolvie?"
"Some sort of vehicle, and a few old friends."
"Got it, RV at seven o’clock!" She hurtled forwards at a speed barely sub-sonic and the rest of the X-men followed on foot.