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.
Shadowcat
Kitty Pryde, aka Shadowcat, tapped gingerly on the door to Professor X’s study.
<Come in Katherine.>
Rather than opening the door Kitty simply adjusted her molecular structure and walked through it, insubstantial as a ghost. The professor sat there in his wheelchair facing the door.
"You’re in enough trouble as it is young lady, there’s no need to add bad manners to the list," he said sternly.
"I’m sorry Professor," replied the young mutant. "You wanted to see me?"
Charles Xavier looked across at the beautiful eighteen-year-old who stood before him. His blue eyes warm and friendly.
"You’ve been at the School for Gifted youngsters for a few years now and largely you’ve been doing very well. You’re developing control over your mutant powers and have proven a combat asset to the X-Men. Reed Richards himself has shown an interest in supervising your Masters and you are generally well liked by everyone here."
"Thank you Professor."
"It’s true. However I’ve received some disturbing reports about your other school work." The warmth in his eyes faded and Kitty could feel his disapproval without the aid of his telepathic powers.
"What…who…?"
"Mrs McTaggart is teaching the English Literature class is she not?"
"The housekeeper, yes?"
"The housekeeper, yes. And ‘the housekeeper’, as you call her, is somewhat concerned about your behaviour towards her. She feels that because she has been employed here as a housekeeper you are failing to give her the respect due her as a member of the teaching staff."
"But…"
<Silence!> His telepathic command removed the power of speech from her.
"I will not tolerate disrespect to any of my staff, whether teaching or not. When we are finished here you will go and apologise to Moira, and you will be excused classes for the rest of the week in order to work on the domestic chores of the school. Is that clear?"
"Yes Professor." Kitty fought hard to keep her thoughts under control, to maintain a guise of contrition against the mightiest mind on earth.
"There is a more serious problem though Katherine," the Professor’s voice was deceptively gentle.
"What Sir?"
"Your recent paper on Macbeth."
"Oh." She tried hard to sound non-committal.
"In your disrespect for Miss McTaggart you obviously didn’t make any effort to check her credentials. In addition to a Doctorate in Physiology, assisting in the design and construction of Cerebro and Fellowship in the Royal Society Doctor McTaggart is a Visiting Professor at the University of Edinburgh English Department."
"Oh God." Kitty’s face fell.
"And it seems that your recent paper, while of a very high standard, was actually written by someone else and was published in the Journal of Shakespearean Commentary a few years ago." The Professor stared at her and she looked down at her feet.
"I didn’t…"
"Don’t." The Professor raised his hand. "Don’t lie, don’t try to excuse. I could get every sordid detail from your mind but I don’t think that will be necessary. We’ll look on this as a learning experience."
"No sir. I mean yes sir." Kitty continued to look at her feet hoping he would let her go.
"Plagiarism is an offence with a long and dishonourable history. There are those who say Shakespeare himself was guilty of it. So in recompense for your actions you will do three things." Professor X became didactic as he did when he took lectures himself. "Firstly you will write to the actual author of the paper to apologise for your actions and to offer a royalty payment."
"Yes sir."
"Secondly you will write an extended essay for me on the evidence for and against charges of plagiarism levelled against the Bard."
"Yes sir," that almost sounded interesting and Kitty began to think she would escape.
"And thirdly you will come here and bend over my knee." He said it simply in the same tone as the academic requests and for a moment Kitty didn’t understand.
"What…what for?"
"What do you think? For the spanking you deserve for your childish and dishonest behaviour." His voice while calm brooked no contradiction.
"But I’m eighteen. You can’t…"
"What does that have to do with it? I can and I will. Now. Or would you rather I punished you in front of your class mates?"
"No sir." Shadowcat shuffled slowly forwards to the Professor’s chair where he gently patted his lap. She stood to his right, hesitating.
"Come on girl." Kitty realised there was no escape and gracefully bent over the Professor’s paralysed legs.
‘How bad can it be?’ she thought.
<Oh, bad.> Professor X’s thoughts answered her. He positioned her so her backside was exactly where he wanted it to be and patted the feminine and shapely tush.
Slap!
"Owww!" Kitty squealed in surprise as the Professor smacked his palm smartly down against her left buttock.
Slap!
"Oww!" Again, this time against her right cheek.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
After the two warm up blows he started to rain spanks against her exposed backside and Kitty gritted her teeth together and exhaled through her nose, holding in her cries after those two first surprised yelps.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Kitty was breathing heavily but maintained her control over herself. Aside from the humiliation it was bearable but her face flamed scarlet.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The Professor paused and stroked her buttocks, probing at the fabric of her jeans with his finger tips.
"Now if you’d worn a skirt this would hurt a lot less, but young women these days…what can I say?"
"Sorry Professor," Kitty gasped, unclenching her teeth.
"Don’t be sorry. Stand up." The girl slid down the professor’s lap and back to her feet, gently rubbing her ass.
"Can I go now Professor?"
"Oh my dear. We’re not finished. My hand is getting sore though and I don’t think I’ve made enough of an impact on you. Go to my desk and bring me the object you find there." Charles half turned the wheelchair, which responded to his mental commands, and gestured to the huge polished desk. On top of it was a wooden paddle which Kitty stared at, wide eyed.
"But…"
"Now Katherine." Shadowcat still stood there.
<Now!> The mental command forced her into action and she fetched the implement which was of a polished wood with a smooth leather wrapped handle. She handed it reluctantly to the Professor who swung it gently through the air, tapping it against the heel of his other hand.
"The X-Paddle. I used to have to use this regularly on Bobby, less often on the others. I still keep it handy because you never know when some young girl is going to deserve a thoroughly punished bottom."
"No sir." Kitty bit her lip. The hand spanking had been painful, but the paddle looked like something completely different.
"Well girl. Back over." He tapped the paddle against his thigh and Kitty slowly bent herself over his knees. Charles moved her over further so she touched the floor with her hands and was folded over his lap, legs hanging down one side, torso the other.
CRACK! Without warning he swung the paddle down hard against Kitty’s prominent ass.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah!" It really hurt and her resolve to remain silent was lost. She clamped her teeth together as the Professor swung again.
CRACK!
"Nnnng!"
CRACK!
"Cccccchhhhhhhh!" She sucked in air through gritted teeth.
CRACK!
"Uuuuuuuuh!"
CRACK!
"Ow!" The Professor cried out suddenly as the paddle passed harmlessly through Kitty’s body and struck his own thigh. Kitty passed through him and his wheelchair and lay beneath on the floor. Under the assault of the paddle she had been unable to maintain her resolve and had phased out so she could not be harmed.
"Katherine!"
"I’m sorry Professor," she pleaded as she crawled back and tried to stand. "It hurts. I couldn’t stand it. I’m sorry." Her eyes had filled up with liquid and she gazed plaintively at him.
"Then you need more self control. Your actions started this, you have to face the consequences." He stared sternly back.
"Yes sir."
"But since you’ve shown you haven’t the self control of an adult we really will have to treat you like a child. Take your jeans down."
"But…but I…"
"Do it. Now." Kitty knew he was perfectly capable of forcing her with his mental powers so she slowly unbuttoned the Levis and pulled them down around her thighs.
"Around the knees please, and come back here." She realised she had been edging backwards and she pushed the jeans further down and shuffled forwards. Once she was within arms reach Professor X grabbed the waist band of her panties and yanked them down around her thighs.
"Professor!" Kitty shrieked, covering her bush with her hands.
"Over we go Katherine." Charles helped her as she gracelessly fell over his lap and was positioned to his satisfaction. "Oh, and your phasing won’t work so you’re stuck here until we’re finished." Instinctively she tried it, and he was right, somehow he had turned her power off.
CRACK!
"Aiiiiiii!"
CRACK!
"Owwwwwww!"
CRACK!
"Aaaaah!"
CRACK! The Professor started slowly, but began to speed up his blows. CRACK!
"Aaaaagh!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
He hammered the paddle down against Kitty’s naked and defenceless rear as she kicked and screamed and wriggled.
"Aiiiiiii! Stop! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please stop!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Her wails became continuous as tears flowed down her cheeks. She tried to protect herself with her hands but Charles caught her wrists with his other hand and held them to the small of her back.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Now stand up." The Professor shoved her onto the floor where she lay in a tangle of limbs, her ass bright red and bruised, her hair dishevelled and lank, her tear streaked face almost as red as her backside. Sobbing she tried to stand but her knees buckled and she knelt there in front of him delicately touching her tail. "Stand up. Just be glad I didn’t get Rogue in here to do it. You wouldn’t be walking for a week." Kitty pushed herself to her feet and pulled her panties back up, wincing where they touched her bruised ass, and then gingerly her jeans, leaving them unbuttoned. "Don’t forget to report to Moira as soon as you’ve rearranged your appearance."
"No sir." Kitty turned to go, still blushing crimson and stroking her backside. ‘You fucking cripple,’ she thought, ‘I bet you’re going to jerk yourself off the moment the door is shut, probably the only action you get.’
<HOW DARE YOU!!?> The Professor’s mental voice shouted into her mind, driving all thought out. <How dare you think of me like that?!> The motor of his chair hummed and he propelled it forwards, grabbing Kitty’s arm roughly and twisting her around. Before she could even protest she was re-positioned over his lap and he was violently dragging her clothes down exposing her already damaged ass.
"Owww! Stop! Please, I’m sorry! I…"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
If before the Professor had been administering discipline this time he was trying to hurt her. He couldn’t remember being so angry and the hard paddle slammed into her ass again and again.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Aiiiiiiiiiiii! Aaagh! Oooooooo! Eeeeeeeee!" Kitty’s screams of pain rang out as she thrashed about to escape but the Professor’s hold was too strong for her.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
There was a knock on the door and Charles paused, his arm exhausted, and after a few moments Scott Summers, aka Cyclops, walked in. His eyes took in the scene, Kitty’s scarlet ass exposed to him and the sound of her sobs coming from the other side of the Professor.
"The X-Paddle." Scott rubbed his own backside in memory of past occasions he known it in action. "Ouch! Miss Pryde been a little out of hand?"
"A little," smile Professor X, his anger somewhat faded. "Well, a lot actually. Even Bobby never made me so angry."
CRACK!
"AAAAAH!" As he spoke Charles slammed the paddle down against her butt again. Scott winced in sympathy.
"What did she do?" Charles closed his eyes for a split second and filled Scott in telepathically.
"Wow! She thought that? No wonder."
"Actually Scott, although I just wanted to talk about running the school while I’m in DC perhaps you could help with our errant Shadowcat. Sort of a power test?"
"Anything Professor."
"My arm is too tired to continue her punishment, do you have the control with your optic blasts to handle it?"
"I’ve never tried, although God knows Jean deserves it sometimes." Scott smiled and Charles joined him.
"Yes, she always was a hellion. Had to take her in hand almost as much as Bobby. Do you think you could?"
"Sure. Are your brakes on?" Scott stood behind Kitty, admiring her fabulous, if somewhat damaged, ass, and raised his hand to the stud controlling his visor.
Vzzzzzzt! Whap! A burst of low power concussive force shot from his eyes to smack into Kitty’s backside and she yelped again, the blow a shock to her, rather than much additional pain.
"Seems to work Professor."
Vzzzzzt! WHAP! Another burst, more forceful such that the wheelchair rocked when it hit. Kitty struggled but with two hands now the Professor held her immobile.
"Am I right in thinking you can set that to pulse?"
"You designed it professor, of course. Anything up to sixty cycles a second."
Vzzzzt! WHAP!
"Aii! Nooooo!"
"Well, that might be a bit excessive, you’d batter her ass to jelly. How about two cps?"
"Anything you say Professor." Cyclops adjusted his visor again. "Are you ready Kitty?"
"Noooooo….aiiiaiiiiiaiiiiii!!!" Kitty’s voice quivered as suddenly Scott’s optic beam hammered her tucas like a pneumatic drill.
VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP!
VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP!
VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP!
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VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP!
"Aiiiiaiiiiiiiaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaiiiiiiiiaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiaiiiiaaaiiiiiiiiiiiaaiiiiii!"
Scott slowly moved the beam backwards and forwards across her buttocks and thighs the cracking of each pulse just separately discernable against the background of Kitty’s shrieks.
VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP!
VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP!
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VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP!
"Aiiiiaiiiiaaaiiiiiaaiiiiiiaaiiiiiaiiiiaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaiiiiiiiiaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiaiiiiaaaiiiiiiiiiiiaaiiiiii"
VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP!
VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP!
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VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP!
"Aiiiiaiiiiaaaiiiiiaaiiiiiiaaiiiiiaiiiiaaaaiiiiiii "
"You can stop now Scott."
VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP!
VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP!
VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP!
VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP! VVAPP!
"Aiiiiaiiiiaaaiiiiiaaiiiiiiaaiiiiiaiiiiaaaaiiiiiiiaiii!"
<You can stop now Scott.>
"Sorry Professor, I didn’t hear you over the bawling." Kitty was indeed wailing and crying, her ass looked like a side of meat, hammered mercilessly by Cyclops’ mutant beams. "You know, this is a use I’d never thought of Professor. I’ll keep the house in order while you’re away."
"Good, now about that…" The Professor tipped Kitty from his lap and ignored her as he and Scott turned to their other business. Unable to even pull her clothes back up for the pain she was in the sobbing and injured mutant fell through the carpet and crawled to her room through the walls and floors rather than risk any of the other students seeing the condition she had been left in.
Mastermind
"We’re ready to rock then?" asked Jason.
"Yes. The tap Warhawk put in* is still functioning, we have the data we need, Xavier is in Washington, we’re ready," replied Frost. "Mystique?"
"On the way. Stay in touch, I might need a quick exit." Her form rippling as she changed the mutant stepped from the surveillance van and disappeared into the night.
"Well then Jason, first target, Kitty Pryde, codename Shadowcat." Jason Wyngard, also known as Mastermind, breathed cool air onto the White Queen’s breasts which were barely covered by the white leather corset she wore.
"You are one evil bitch Emma Frost."
<Enough. Time for that later. We’ve discord to sow.> The voice rang in his mind, even colder than if she had spoken aloud.
(* X-Men Issue 110 – ever helpful Lou)
Shadowcat
Kitty Pryde lay on her stomach on her bed, trying to concentrate on the text book in front of her. Below the waist she was still naked, her flaming backside raised hoping the cool air would dull the pain where Cyclops’ optic beams had hammered her.
"I hate him," she thought, and almost as if those thoughts had summoned him her door was thrown open and Scott Summers entered.
"Fuck! Can’t you knock?" she yelled rolling over, wincing as her ass dragged across the coverlet, covering her nakedness with the textbook.
The door swung shut behind Cyclops as he advanced on her. "You slut! You’re not even dressed. I came to check you were alright and find you like this. What’s that book? Pornography?" He seized the volume, barely looking at it as Kitty tried to protest.
"No…no it’s…,"
CRACK! Her voice was cut off as Scott slammed the heavy hardback against the side of her face sending her reeling.
"None of your fucking lies slut! This afternoon was just the beginning. Now you get what’s coming to you!" The one time leader of the X-Men held the team’s youngest member down against the bed with one hand over her mouth while he opened his uniform with the other. His angry prick leapt out and Kitty’s eyes widened at the size of it, she couldn’t believe that the usually ice cold team leader could be so angry and so violent. She willed her body to become insubstantial so she could escape and nothing happened. "You’ve given it to everyone else you little bitch, time your leader got some!"
"Mmmmmmmmmph! Nnnngggg!" Kitty tried to shake her head, to protest but he was too strong and nothing she could do could loosen his grip. Terrified now she tried to scream, sucking air in through her nose but all the sound she could make was a strangled choke. All the lessons on staying calm in an emergency fled her mind as Scott forced her knees apart and pressed his weight down on her, crushing her young breasts with his chest. Her eyes filled with tears as she stared up at his visor, glowing a sinister red, it was only now she felt how inhuman he looked.
Cyclops pressed the head of his prick against her virgin slit and Kitty squeezed with muscles she barely knew she had to deny him entrance and at first she withstood his assault. She breathed a sigh when she felt his weight lessen on her but he remained standing between her legs, and with his free hand he slapped her breasts.
"I’m going to let your mouth go bitch, but if you scream I’ll open my visor and blow your slut-bitch face clean off. Understand? Understand?!"
Shadowcat nodded frantically and when he released the pressure she sucked in great gasps of air, squealing in pain as Scott clamped his hands on her nipples and crushing them between finger and thumb.
"Stop! Pleeeeeze. Pleeze stop!" Kitty moaned. "Why are you doing this to me?"
In answer Scott grabbed her knees and forced her thighs apart, staring down at her exposed cunt. "Because it’s what you want you slut! Don’t think I don’t know about you."
"No, God, Scott, I’ve never…"
VZZZZZZ!
"EEEEEEEEE!"
Scott opened his visor a fraction and a burst of concussive energy struck down against the girl’s pussy, targeting her clit, and the shock and fear made her squeal again.
"Don’t lie to me you little cunt! You’re worse than Jean you little cock tease!" His prick again stabbed out at her vagina and he brought it forcefully against her lips. With her legs so widely spread there was nothing she could do and the tip of his weapon gained access.
"Aagggggh! No Scott!"
"Yes." Scott pulled his hips back and then slammed them forwards. His cock drove into her past the lips she was desperately trying to hold closed and with a cry of victory stabbed into her. "Yessssssss!"
Her undamaged hymen proved no barrier as his assaulting member shattered the thin membrane and drove its full length into her.
"Noooooooooooo!" moaned the teenager.
"Yesssssssssssss!" cried Scott again as he withdrew and rammed into her again, the head of his prick slamming agonisingly against her cervix.
"Pleeeeze…pleeze stop!" wept Kitty Pryde as her virginity was ripped from her by a man she had counted as a friend. Her pleas went unheard by the costumed rapist who drove into her as if she was nothing more than a piece of meat. He slapped her face and tits as he violated her, rocking her backwards and forwards as swiftly as he forced her forwards and back with his penetrating thrusts. He ignored her fists which she hammered feebly against him, allowing her the futile protest, concentrating only on taking what he wanted. As his climax approached he held the sides of her head and forced her to look up at him, to watch the look of ecstasy on his face. She felt him stiffen inside her and suddenly his hot seed was spurting into her womb.
"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrghhhh!" He cried out his triumph in an almost animal fashion and tilted his head back, opening his eyes and visor at the same time.
VVVVVVVZZZZZZZZZZZZ! BLAAAAAAAAMMMM!
Only the re-enforced concrete of Xavier’s mansion could withstand the blast which still knocked a large dent into the wall.
Scott then leaned down and kissed Kitty almost tenderly.
"There love, you got what you wanted." Without another word he zipped up his uniform and walked calmly out leaving Kitty weeping into her pillow.
White Queen
Outside Jason was breathing heavily and even Emma Frost was showing a little colour in her cheeks. The two shared a passionate kiss.
<You are so sexy when you’re evil.>
"Thanks Your Highness. Who’s next?"
<Wolverine. I’ll never forgive that runt for what he did to Leland.>* Even telepathically the hatred showed through.
Mastermind trailed his tongue down her neck and nuzzled into her cleavage.
<You won’t find him down there.>
"No harm in looking though." Jason shrugged and turned his attention to the devices in front of him. He altered the setting on one of them and concentrated his mutant power on it. "How’s Mystique getting on?"
"I’ll check."
<Mystique love? You in?>
<Of course Emma. About to pay a call on the housekeeper.>
<Give that bitch McTaggart my love won’t you.>
<Count on it. Everything go alright with Shadowcat?>
<Depends on whose perspective you look at it from.> It’s very difficult to chuckle telepathically, but somehow the White Queen managed it while Mystique’s form melted and reformed again as she grew blue fur on her blue skin and her feet and hands elongated till instead of the leader of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants the X-Man Nightcrawler stood there.
(* Uncanny X-Men Issue 134 – Lou)
Wolverine
Wolverine lay on his bed in nothing but his briefs and idly flicked through the pages of the latest Penthouse. The usual parade of cunts, tits and ass with stories of men with nine inch dicks and women who wanted them. Jerking off to these seemed demeaning, but it was better than getting the clap from some whore and he couldn’t have the woman he really wanted because she was with that wanker Scott Summers. Wolverine smiled at the irony, here he was wanking off while Scott was no doubt screwing the ass off Jean Grey.
There was a knock at the door and with his heightened senses he could tell that in fact it was the very woman who waited out there.
"Jean," he whispered. His nostrils flared, he couldn’t be sure, but she seemed to be in a state of sexual arousal. "Come in." Logan dropped the magazine on the floor the other side of his bed but otherwise made no effort to conceal his recent activity. His partly erect penis pressed against his tight briefs like a ballet dancers as he raised himself against the backboard of his bed.
Jean came in dressed in the green and gold uniform of the Phoenix. Her long auburn hair shone in the soft light as she tossed her head haughtily. Wolverine was right, in the room the smell of her damp cunt almost overpowered him though no other human could have detected it.
"Jean," he said.
"You sick fuck!" she sneered as she strode over to the bed, towering over him.
"Wha…wha…?" Whatever he had imagined it was nothing like this.
"Lying here pounding your meat and thinking about me! I’m a telepath you fucking imbecile! When someone says your name, you hear it even in a crowded room, right?" Logan nodded, though Jean barely noticed, her tirade in full flow. "When someone thinks about me it makes an impact. And when what they think is as diseased and perverse as your sewer of a mind it’s like someone screaming abuse at you!"
"But…!"
"How could you even imagine that I’d want to even spend time with you you creep? Let alone those disgusting things…uuugh, it makes my skin crawl thinking of you touching me." The redhead was incandescent with fury and the rippling of the Phoenix effect glowed behind her like a demonic halo.
"Christ, my thoughts are private! What gives you the right…?" Wolverine leapt to his feet, angry now and the anger burning away at his restraint.
"Gives? Believe me I didn’t want any part of it! Your sick fantasies have been drilling away at my mind for weeks now, I’ve been dreaming the things you’ve been imagining. You’ve been violating me every night! Just be glad I haven’t told Scott!"
"Scott? That pencil dick? You’d have to explain every moment, you’d probably have to teach him how to wank, probably thinks his prick is just for pissing with!" The two most dangerous X-Men raged at each other, blind with fury.
"Pencil dick?! My God how dare you? He’s more of a man than you’ll ever be, you’re only a short step up from an ape and your prick is an insult!" The Phoenix power built up but Jean couldn’t wait for it and she slammed her knee into Wolverine’s groin with all the force and technique she had learnt in ten years of costumed adventuring. The little man’s adamantium skeleton could withstand any force without breaking but in some places he was as vulnerable as any man.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggg!" Logan fell to his knees and looked up at the furious X-Man with hate in his brown eyes.
SLAP! SLAP! Again, only pure physical violence could express Jean’s anger and she struck Wolverine across the face, back and forth.
"Man, I am so glad you did that!" Wolverine came back to his feet like a wildcat, the veins in his eyes showing red, and faster than the eye could follow he backhanded the beautiful redhead.
CRACK! The adamantium in his knuckles snapped Jean’s head sideways, stunning her as she tried to leap backwards. She threw the Phoenix force at Logan while with a ‘Snikt’ his claws emerged from his wrists as he leapt at her. The slashing blades swept down and the hasty defence Phoenix had present partly protected her as only her uniform and not her vulnerable body was shredded by the adamantium claws. Her fabulous breasts fell free of the tight costume and she hissed in fear as Wolverine attacked again. He slammed his body against her and although she was three inches taller than he was he weighed twice as much as her because of the metal in him and the impact crushed her against the wall.
Thunk!
The claws of his right hand buried themselves in the wall less than an inch from her ear, slicing some of her hair away with the precision of a barber.
"If you were a man, you’d be dead now, but Wolverine doesn’t kill women." The statement carried a horrific menace to it and Jean was suddenly acutely aware of Logan’s massive erection which was pressed hard against her thigh as he leant against her, his forearm across her windpipe and his berserkly angry eyes staring into hers.
Moira McTaggart
Elsewhere Dr Moira McTaggart was relaxing in one of the mansion’s sitting rooms. She now balanced her ‘housekeeping’ activities with tuition in the school and while rewarding it didn’t leave a lot of time for hobbies such as watching Coronation Street, the British soap she was sadly addicted to which the schools communications system allowed her to receive. Tonight however she’d cleared her desk, told everyone she needed not to be disturbed and settled in front of a month’s ‘Street with a bottle of scotch. She’d had a ‘phone call from the Professor to let her know how Kitty had got on and had chuckled over the ‘optic beam spanking’ she’d received. Bad as it had been for Ms Pryde Moira was wondering if that crack about Charles’ sex life didn’t deserve some further attention from her.
"Guess who?" Suddenly someone’s hands covered her eyes.
"Oh Christ Nightcrawler! I nearly jumped out of my skin! I didna hear ye come in." Moira twisted around to look up at his demonic visage.
"Sorry Doctor M, I know how you hate the smell of brimstone so I walked rather than bamfed. And I don’t make much sound." He shrugged apologetically.
"Well thanks for that at least," Moira tried to keep an eye on the tv, "what can I dee for ye Kurt?" She gasped in surprise as he held her chin in his three fingered hand and turned her head to look him in his baleful yellow eyes.
"You can start by paying attention when talking to you I am!" The hostility in his voice surprised her, when angry his middle European heritage showed in his voice, his pronunciation clipped and precise.
"Alreet, alreet, ah’m paying attention." Moira fumbled for the remote and turned the television off. "Now what do ye want?"
In answer the blue X-Man squeezed her cheeks with his finger and thumb and forced her mouth open before leaning down and pressing his own against it. His tongue, forked and pointed, entered her mouth and started to caress hers.
"Mmmmmmmmphhhhhh!" Moira struggled and broke the forced kiss. "What the heel are ye about Kurt?" Nightcrawler pushed her head back against the back of the couch and again pressed his mouth down over hers. She couldn’t resist his probing and again his tongue crept between her lips and teeth, determinedly penetrating her throat and licking the insides of her cheeks. Despite herself she responded, her own tongue touching his razor sharp fangs and wrapping around his leather-like member. Kurt lifted his head allowing her to speak while his tongue gently licked her cheek, stroking her eyelashes. "That’s eet Kurt, ye can fuck off noo, ye’ve had yer snog and that all ye git."
"Au contraire madame." Nightcrawler vaulted the couch to land lightly in front of her still pressing her back against the couch with his hand against her chin and grabbed the front of her blouse. With a loud ‘Rrrrrip!’ he tore the flimsy top away and started to cruelly squeeze the breasts now only held by her lacy bra. "Nice tits Dr McTaggart, especially at your age."
"Ye cheeky divil! Now pack this in and I’ll tell no one about it." Moira was more angry than scared, Kurt had a weird sense of humour and she assumed this was a joke in very poor taste.
Kurt hooked his finger beneath her bra and paused.
"But Dr McTaggart, I want everyone to know." The bra parted when he yanked on it and Moira’s tits burst out. Although she was past forty she looked ten years younger and had a figure that was pushing twenty years younger, her breasts were firm and pert and very large. Nightcrawler grabbed the right tit and crushed it in his grip. "Well you’re not quite Lara Croft, but you should be proud of these."
"Aaaaaaaaaagh!" Moira cried out in pain and struggled against him, now she was scared and she was sure something was wrong with Kurt, normally the most gentle of the New X-Men. She flailed out with her legs, missing his crotch but painfully striking his thigh while she broke his fierce grip on her breast with her hands. "Ssssssssss!" Dragging his hand away hurt as much as the initial grip. Nightcrawler was twisted off balance and Moira grabbed up her glass and dashed the contents into his face.
"Aaaaagh!" He let go of her, rubbing at his eyes as the liquid stung him and Dr McTaggart leapt to her feet and made a break for the door. She almost made it but Nightcrawler’s prehensile tail lashed out and caught her ankle as she passed him and she fell sprawling on her face. He quickly recovered his balance and spun around, throwing himself down on top of Moira slamming her against the floor again.
"Oh no Doctor, you can’t be leaving me just yet. We’ve only just started getting acquainted." The blue X-Man knelt astride her, his hands beneath her cupping her breasts, squeezing them harshly.
"Oowwwwww! Stop…let go…no, what’s that, aiiiiiiii!" Moira cried out in alarm as Nightcrawler’s tail slid up beneath her skirt and started working its way into her panties, its sharp point probing her pussy.
Cyclops
Scott Summers, acting principal of the Professor Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, dozed slightly in his office. He hated admin, but it appeared Charles had left a full in-tray, probably on purpose, so Scott had slaved away at it for several hours hoping Jean would come and rescue him with a bottle of wine and some of her best lingerie. No such luck. Instead he’d been stuck with invoices and requests for information along with a very detailed report on a computer fault. He kind of wished he hadn’t been so hard on Kitty since when it came to understanding computer jargon she was your man. And she had a great ass. His reverie was cruelly shattered by the door flying open, propelled by a fierce wind and Storm stood incandescent in the doorway, wind whipping her milk white hair and her cloak billowing out like the wings of the storm.
"How could you?" she yelled over the sound of the wind. Scott leapt to his feet wondering what was wrong.
"’Roro, what is it?"
"How could you? How could you do that to Kitten?" She strode angrily into the room, her blue eyes flashing, her beautiful African features twisted by rage.
"Kitty?" Cyclops was a little startled, he knew Ororo and Kitty were friends but this was a bit over the top. "She deserved it, really asked for it, I just did what had…aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" SLAM!
As he spoke Storm directed a blast of wind at him which drove him from his feet and smashed him against the wall.
"Deserved it?!!!!" Ororo wished it was safe to use lightning indoors; she’d sworn never to kill but she wanted to fry Scott Summers where he stood. Instead she lashed him with icy rain and freezing winds. Scott wondered whether she had gone mad and tried to roll away from her elemental assault. The look on her face confirmed his fear, there was no sanity there, only rage and hate. Time to find out exactly what was wrong later, first he had to subdue her before she hurt him, or someone else. She avoided his first blast easily, off balance as he was, and closed with him, kicking him savagely in the chest.
"Uuuuuugh!" His second shot missed wildly also.
"You’ll pay for what Kitten went thruuuuuuuuuuugh…." Or in fact, it didn’t, bouncing off the far wall it struck Storm a glancing blow on the temple and stunned her, she fell limp next to Scott and the winds died. Recovering quickly Cyclops grabbed her by her hair and dragged her to her feet before throwing her down across the Professor’s desk.
"You’re that worried about Shadowcat I guess you get some of the same treatment ‘Roro." He banged her chin down hard against the wooden desk to keep her stunned then grabbed the waistband of the lower half of her costume and tore it down exposing her fabulous backside. "Wheuuuuuuuuuu," he whistled appreciatively. He’d seen it once before on that famous occasion early on when Storm had gone bathing in the mansion pool before Moira explained to her that in the USA nice girls did not flash their tits and ass, not even to their friends.* He’d been hoping to see it again ever since but Jean kept a close eye on him and Ororo had managed to disable the security camera in her rooms. It was every bit as fantastic as he’d remembered it. He was going to enjoy this
(* X-Men Issue 109 – Lou, always here for you)