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.
Wolverine
Logan kept his arm across Jean’s throat, half choking her, but retracted his claws. Though overwhelmed by his berserker rage his lust for his team mate saved her life, his nerves sang with the need to kill, to rip and tear, but a deeper, more primal need conquered him. His reddened eyes stared into Jean’s frightened green ones as he clapped his hand down on the top of her head and tried to force her downwards. Proudly she resisted the pressure until he cruelly grabbed her long red hair in his fist and yanked her forwards. Phoenix stumbled and fell onto her knees and only Wolverine’s other arm stopped her falling further.
"You bastard!" she spat, and Logan’s senses tingled as the Phoenix force gathered again, directed by her will and capable of burning the skin from his metal skeleton.
Snikt!
"Don’t," he said calmly and gently caressed her cheek with one of his claws, "you’d be dead before I would." Even that feather light touch drew blood which Jean could feel, wet on her cheek. The Phoenix force died away and Jean stared up at her fellow X-Man. With the blade of his claw Logan sliced away his briefs in one swift motion and his prick sprang free, short and thick like its owner. Jean’s green eyes widened further at the member which was thrusting at her face and she leaned away from it, only to be prevented by Wolverine’s painful grip on her hair.
"No, Logan, I…mmmmmphh." Logan slammed her face into his crotch and his prick, perhaps not quite as hard as adamantium, smashed into her nose and lips.
"Don’t say no to me you cunt! You’ll do what I want now, what you’ve wanted since you met me. Say ‘aaaaaaaaaaah’." He moved his hips back slightly and pressed the head of his engorged prick against her full lips. Jean clamped them tight shut and shook her head, despite the painful grip on her hair.
<No!> she telepathically screamed, <No! Never! I’ll burn you for this you fuck! Aaaaaaaaghgggggh!> Wolverine yanked her head sideways drawing forth a telepathic scream, though she kept her mouth tightly closed.
"Don’t you use that word you bitch! You’ll do what you’re fucking told!" He clamped one hand on each side of her head and tilted her head back, forcing her back to arch away from him. "Now open wide!" With his great strength he squeezed the sides of her face with the heels of his palms and slowly forced her mouth to open despite all she could do. He was stronger than her, and he had leverage, and all the while his savage eyes stared into hers.
"NNNNNNnnnnnnnngggg!" Her jaws forced apart Wolverine slammed his pelvis forwards and drove his cock between her lips and stabbed it to the back of her throat. "Aacccchhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"You use your teeth bitch and it’s the last use you’ll ever put them to." Logan held her there, her lips circling his hugely thick prick, and gently probed the back of her throat. "Oh yesssss darling, that’s sweet, you have such a sweet mouth, you love the taste of me don’t you, give me your best Jean, the bits you’ve been saving for me…" as he spoke he started to stroke into and out of her straining mouth.
<You prick. I bet this is the only way you can get girls. Threaten to kill them then rape them you little psychopath. I can’t believe Charles brought you onto the team you...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!>
Enraged by the telepathic abuse Wolverine slammed Jean’s head back against the wall momentarily stunning her.
"I was going to go easy on you you slut, but now you’re going to get the Wolverine Special!" Holding Jean’s head tightly against the solid wall so that her torso was arched painfully backwards Wolverine held his cock against her lips before ramming it into her mouth. Because she was held rigidly against the wall she had no way of lessening the impact and it’s head slammed against the back of her throat. Using the power of his short and stocky physique Logan speared her again and again, raping her face violently, bruising her lips where his pelvis smashed into them, painfully assaulting her throat. Her telepathic cries drowned out the pained choking and gagging her physical plight produced. Logan felt his climax approaching and he slowed his assault, not wanting to spend too soon. Instead he pulled out and slapped the side of her face with his prick.
"Accccch! Yyrrrrrrrrr. Cccchhhhhh!" Jean coughed and choked and tried to recover her strength and clarity before Logan could renew his assault on her but he grabbed her hair and left breast and threw her across his bed. Following swiftly he rolled her onto her back and towered above her, her head hanging over the edge of the bed beneath him and the rest of her body displayed before him. Logan gripped her cheeks with one hand, forcing her mouth to open, and he thrust his cock back into her mouth.
"You suck on that for the moment darlin’," he laughed. Leaning forwards he toyed with her breasts, nipping them, stroking them, slapping them, before tearing the yellow sash from around her waist.
Snikt!
Three adamantium blades leapt from his forearm and he sliced downwards and across; Phoenix flinched and kicked out, too late to avoid them, but so precise was Logan’s aim that he shredded her skin-tight costume without touching her skin.
"Well, what do you know, your collar and cuffs match perfectly. I did wonder you know, but I should have known you were no cheat."
"Mmmmmph," Jean tried to roll sideways to escape but Wolverine swiftly grabbed her waist and forced her to remain where she was. Vainly she thrashed with her arms but Wolverine had survived the fists of the incredible Hulk* and those of an injured redhead weren’t likely to cause him much worry. "Mmmmmmeeeeeeeee!" Jeans muffled protests became squeals of alarm as Logan plunged his fingers into her cunt, sliding in easily and seeking out her clit.
"I’d stay still honey, my claws are still out and if you thrash too wildly you might find you hurt yourself. In fact, I suggest you try to make me feel a little more comfortable or I might just get a little irritable." Wolverine ran the cold metal of his claw along the inside of Jean’s thigh and she winced, fearing he had cut her, knowing that his claws were so sharp that initially she wouldn’t even notice if he had. He started to thrust his prick into her mouth again, more gently this time, a probe rather than an all out assault. "Well?"
<You sick fuck. You’ll pay for this!> Despite her protests Jean began to suck on Logan’s prick. Her head upside down she circled it with her tongue and closed her lips around it, caressing it and welcoming it, teasing its eye with the tip of her tongue and reaching out with her hand to cup his scrotum and gently squeeze his balls.
"Oh God Jean!" Logan’s nimble fingers stroked her pussy, dipping in and out, his thumb-nail caressing her clit while his other digits danced along her lips. "Oh God!"
<Oh Jesus> Jean’s telepathic voice echoed him <Oh God that’s good. Like that> Although she could still feel the adamantium blade against her skin her body responded to Logan uncontrollably.
"Oh, that’s better Jean. Like you really mean it!" Logan continued to scratch Jeans clit lightly while penetrating her pussy more deeply with his fingers, spreading her and opening her.
<Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!> Even telepathically she was incoherent.
"But if I’m going deeper at one end, I really ought to get a bit deeper at the other." Logan increased the pressure and started to force the end of his prick further down Phoenix’ throat.
<No! No Logan! I can’t!>
"I think you’d better darlin’, I think you’d better." Remorseless he pushed harder, both with his fingers into her cunt and with his cock into her throat. "Swallow it you whore! Take it!" Phoenix sucked air in through her nose and forced her throat to relax, fighting the gag reflex that would choke her and fighting too her approaching orgasm. With a primal cry of victory Logan drove his prick down her throat and felt the incredible tightness close around it while Jean tried to keep breathing despite the huge invader.
<I can’t breath. I can’t breath. I…oh God, oh God you’re cumming!>
Logan, unable to hold any longer, his triumph over both Jean and his rival Cyclops, the delicious tightness of her throat around his prick, the sheer smell of her sweat, blood and sex, the feel of her mind and sexual excitement tied to his, all combined to tip him over the edge. With a roar of fury and ecstasy he spat a great gob of cum direct into her belly and dragged his prick from her throat as pulse after pulse spat forth. Her mouth filled and on her back as she was she could not spit but due to the pummelling her throat had taken neither could she swallow so the slimy fluid spilled out of her. Logan withdrew his prick and sprayed the vile liquid over her beautiful face and hair.
"Oh God you whore! Rosa couldn’t have done better. Christ I can’t wait to have your cunt and ass! Oh God that was fantastic!" As he spoke he probed deeper and faster with his fingers and Jean began to buck and thrash. She arched her back in ecstasy and mentally screamed out her own climax.
<AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!>
Logan clapped his hands to his ears in a futile effort to drown out the silent sound as Phoenix’ orgasm flayed his psyche. His bed caught fire as Jean’s body flared like a miniature star and what was left of her costume was instantly incinerated. Logan himself was thrown across the room and he tried to struggle to his feet as the naked and injured mutant fled from the room.
Snikt-snikt! Snikt-snikt! Wolverine flexed his claws as the pain of the psychic assault triggered his fury again.
"You’ll pay for that bitch!" He followed Jean to the door and sniffed the air, smiling. Like a wounded animal she was fleeing to her lair, back to the room she shared with Scott. Maybe he’d find them both together. Maybe. As naked as his quarry and already starting to rise again the savage mutant Wolverine gave chase through the corridors of Charles Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.
(* Incredible Hulk 181, and yes, I do own it – Lou)
Moira McTaggart
Moira struggled vainly against Nightcrawler, but his weight pressed her against the carpeted floor preventing her getting any leverage while he continued to squeeze and crush her breasts in his three fingered grip. She hissed in consternation as his pointed tail forced its way into her panties and probed along the length of her pussy.
"Ye filthy bugger, git thi fuck off me! Ail scream!" Moira sucked in her breath to do just that but Kurt released her right tit while pinching the nipple of the left between finger and thumb so that he could clap his hand over her mouth. He pulled her head up painfully so that she had to arch her back and he leaned forwards so that one of his orange eyes stared into one of her blue ones.
"But I don’t want you to do that Moira, at least not yet. And you wouldn’t want to disappoint me now would you?" His forked tongue licked across her cheek and flicked against her eyelashes. His tone of voice scared the Scottish scientist for the first time and she shook her head, in as much as she could clamped as it was in his grip. "Good, Moira, good." Nightcrawler’s tail pushed slightly into her making her stiffen and tense, then it twisted around the gusset of her panties and started to drag them down her taut thighs. Fearing what was to come Moira started to kick and buck in an effort to dislodge the mutant, flailing out with her arms trying to strike him. Nightcrawler clamped his thighs around her waist and rode her like a bronco, holding onto the one firm breast and letting her go with the other hand which he raised above his head in parody of a cowboy. "Yeeeeeehaa!" Then he fell forwards, smashing her down against the floor again with his weight and knocking the breath from her. Rising he tore what was left of her shirt off and losing patience with removing her panties he simply ripped them away.
"No!" Moira continued to buck futilely till Nightcrawler turned himself around and sat with his weight across her shoulders, crushing her large breasts against the floor. With his prehensile feet he gripped her upper arms and held them down so that she was pinned, unable to struggle further. He leaned forwards and took the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up towards her waist, revealing her fabulous ass.
"Mmmmmmm, you’re just one surprise after another Moira, you have the backside of a cheerleader. Are you sure you aren’t a mutant after all? The mutant power of having a teenager’s body?"
"Ye evil boggart! Let me go! I’ll….owwwwwwwwww!!"
Nightcrawler had brought his large, three fingered hand down sharply onto her left cheek. Smack!
"Pat-a-cake, Pat-a-cake, Baker’s Man, Bake me a cake as fast as you can." In rhythm with the children’s nursery rhyme he gently slapped Moira’s backside with his hands as she protested vociferously.
"Ow! Stop that ye devil. Ow! Ow!"
Kurt did stop, covering her buttocks with his hands, stroking them lightly before sliding his hands down her thighs, leaning forwards until his hands reached her ankles which they circled and gripped firmly. He then leaned backwards again, straightening, and pulling Dr McTaggart’s legs up with him so that her body arched like a giant bow, her shoulders, arms and head pressed against the floor, the rest of her marvellous body stretched into an arc by Nightcrawler so that her feet were above his head and her beautiful ass was a little below his chin. His tongue flicked out and licked the skin of her backside; it felt like rough leather and she flinched away from it. He dragged the tongue across her ass and the inside of her thigh before probing her cunt.
"Sssssssssss," Moira sighed. "No, Kurt, no I…aiiiiiaii!" She gasped as his tongue flicked along her slit, back and forth. "Oh God I…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiii!"
Nightcrawler’s inhumanly long tongue stabbed into her forcing its way past her lips, which she instinctively closed on it, deeply penetrating her quim.
"Sssssssshhhhhhhhhhh," said Kurt as he slid his tongue out of her again, it’s rough surface stimulating her even as it withdrew, "sssssshhhhhhh, no noise remember, we wouldn’t want to be disturbed just yet my dear, would we?"
"Nooooooo," she moaned, but whether in answer to his question or in protest to his repeated penetration of her with his tongue even she could not have said. The twin tines of his tongue sought out her clit and probed and stimulated it even as the great length of the organ rubbed against her vagina’s inner lips. Her clit responded quickly, swelling and sending waves of pleasure through her as he lashed it with his tongue before uncoiling it deeply into her again. Like a flexible and tactile prick it probed within her, twisting and caressing her insides and driving her wild with pleasure before concentrating on her clit again.
"Ai…oh….oh, God…no…yessss…pleeeze…," Moira twisted in Kurt’s grasp, her cries became louder and louder as her climax approached. He concentrated on his task, driving her on and on with his skilful manipulation, forcing her orgasm, and while his tongue twisted around her clit his tail coiled unnoticed around her neck.
"Aiiii…oh…OH…OH…uuullllllllllllllllllllppp!" Moira began to scream out her finale until Kurt tightened his tail’s hold on her windpipe. Her climax rocked through her, every muscle tensing and tautening, except her voice was paralysed by his grip on her neck and her breathing was cut off. Silently she thrashed back and forth, so violently that he was forced to release her feet and she quivered in the aftershocks of the orgasm, lying defeated beneath his weight. As the shivers subsided his tail snaked free before asphyxiation could cause any risk of permanent damage leaving nothing but a red ring around her graceful throat.
"Now that felt good," said Kurt, "was that not the best tonguing you’ve ever had?" Moira said nothing in reply, she could only suck in air, gasping, able to breathe again. "I think I deserve some sort of reward, don’t you my Scottish siren? What did you give Sean after he did you favours like that?"
"You…you bastard, you…," Moira gasped. Kurt re-positioned himself, once again lying atop her, one hand grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, tightening her throat so her voice was cut off again, the other beneath her, seeking out her cunt and sticking his long, thick index finger within her. "Uuuuuuuccccchhhhh," she choked out. She could feel his erection pressed against her thigh, and it, like the rest of him, seemed covered in a soft fur. His hand in her pussy forced her to raise her hips until she was pulled up onto her knees though his weight kept her tits and chest pressed against the floor and then she felt the tip of his cock slide upwards and press itself against her ass hole.
"Noo!! No ye demon! No!" Her head pulled back as it was she couldn’t scream but she tried to break free, the grip on her hair became agonising and her futile struggles subsided again.
"What’s the matter Moira? Sean never fuck you up the ass? I’m surprised with an ass as enticing as this. Mmmmh!" Kurt stabbed against her anus, trying to force the head of his prick into her dry and un-prepared opening.
"Nnnnggg!" Moira tensed, squeezing her back passage closed, trying to resist the intruder. Kurt used his knees to force hers further apart and resumed his assault.
"Nnnnnnnh! Now open wide like a good girl. Nnnnnnnn!"
"Ah…ah…!" Inexorably his prick forced its way in, penetrating the virgin opening, demanding it stretch to accommodate its bulk. "Agggggh…no…it’s too big!" Her sphincter expanded against her will and the head of Kurt’s prick roughly jammed into her.
"Mmmmmm, that’s tight. God, this is going to be good." Moira desperately squeezed, trying to force the intruder out with muscles she wasn’t used to using in this way. "Yesss, baby, squeeze me."
"Nnnnnnng….nnnnnn…oooooooooh! Nooooooooo!" Kurt started to increase the force with which he was pressing down into her, driving against her muscles, and he was far stronger than she was. "Nooo….aaaaaaagghhhhh! It hurtssssss…it’s too biggg!" The mutant forced his prick further into her and another inch of his blue weapon disappeared within her.
"That’s it baby, fight it, fight it, I think you’re winning," Nightcrawler mocked as he jammed yet another inch into her struggling ass.
"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Aagggghhhh!" she cried. Kurt let go of her hair and her head dropped to the floor, he withdrew his finger from her cunt and grabbed hold of her hips. He rocked backwards a little and Moira sighed as his cock pulled back out of her slightly, she increased her pressure yet further hoping to expel the intruder. "Nnnnnnnngh! Mmmmmmh! Get out! Pleeeze!"
"Oh, Moira, since you ask so nicely," Kurt pulled back again so that once again only the head of his prick was within her. "Oh, wait, what am I thinking, I’m raping your ass aren’t I? Now fucking take it bitch!" Gripping her hips firmly he slammed his pelvis forwards and drove his prick back into her three inches.
"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Moira shrieked in pain as Kurt pulled back again before pile driving forwards, this time nailing his cock deeper still by another two inches.
"AAAaaaaaaaaaaghhhhhhhhhh!"
"Oh, that’s better, are you loving this Moira?" Again Kurt rocked backwards and again he hammered into her, smashing all further resistance and slamming his hips against her buttocks as all his length violated her asshole. "Yessssssssssssssssss!"
"Noooooooooooo, God, noo, pleeeze, stopp!!"
Kurt held himself there for a few moments, letting Moira feel the length and width of him deep inside her, feeling her tightness as she vainly continued to squeeze in a futile effort to expel her. "You know, I think you were right actually, I think I am too big. I think you’ll probably need to see your doctor after we’re through." He laughed cruelly and then withdrew, before slamming back into her again and again. If anything he forced himself deeper with each stroke and Moira yelled in pain and humiliation as he defiled her. "I think we need something more you know, you’re not enjoying this enough." Kurt paused, sounding slightly thoughtful and Moira saw his tail snake out and ensnare the neck of the whiskey bottle she’d been drinking from. At first she didn’t realise, or couldn’t believe, what he was going to do, and then she felt the thick end of the glass bottle pressing against her cunt.
"No! Oh God no! You can’t…uuuuuuuh!" Kurt tried to force the bottle into her and was defeated by it’s sheer size.
"Hmmmmm, this is going to be a very tight squeeze darling, but you’d better work with me. You wouldn’t want me to have to break it to get it in would you?" Still holding her hips firmly with his hands he took hold of her knees with his feet and pulled them apart. Moira was forced to do a splits an Olympic gymnast would have been proud of as Kurt opened her cunt as far as he could and shoved the bottle against it’s gaping mouth.
"Nooo, it’s impossible…you can’t….nngggggggg!" Amazingly, painfully, he was able to stretch the lips of her pussy around the bottle and its whole diameter just fit within. "Aiiiiiiiiiiiiii! It’ll kill me! No…aaaaaaaaagggggh!" Kurt forced the bottle a fraction up her strained cunt.
"Oh don’t whine, be glad you don’t drink Highland Spring, that really would break your pelvis," he pushed again and the first inch or so of the bottle disappeared within her.
"Aaaaaaggggh!"
"Or Jack Daniels. Now that would really hurt," he mused appreciatively.
"AAAaaiiiiiiiiiii!"
"Isle of Jura comes in a triangular bottle, wonder what you’d make of that?"
"Aaaghhghg!" Four inches of the length of the whiskey bottle was now inside her and there was no chance of her forcing it out. Nightcrawler playfully turned it inside her and hummed along with her cries.
"Now, where were we? Oh, I was fucking your ass, and you were fucking a whiskey bottle." Nightcrawler resumed his violent raping of her anus and now in time with his thrusts he forced the bottle deeper into her, withdrawing the bottle as he slammed his prick in and pulling out as he forced it within. Moira’s cries of anguish were continuous as Kurt savagely raped her.
"Oh God, you’re sweet…oh God…you know…it’s a pity… oh…oh god…I haven’t got…something…to stuff…oh my, oh you beautiful bitch…in your…mouth as well…oh ye Gods…oh fuck…oh Godddddddd!!!!" Nightcrawler’s climax exploded deep in Moira’s bowels, the force of his ejaculation expelling him from her ruined ass and as he was forced out he forced virtually the whole length of the bottle into her cunt so only the narrow neck and a half inch of it’s main body remained sticking out of her horribly distended vagina. His seed, blue like his fur, dripped out of her back passage. "Mmmmm, my God you have a sweet ass Moira. Wonder how Ilyana matches up to you, what do you think?" Pausing only to tie her hands and force her knickers into her mouth as an impromptu gag Kurt Wagner, aka Nightcrawler, danced out of the room.
Cyclops
Scott was distracted by Ororo’s beautiful backside and she used the opportunity to turn and strike out at him again with a blast of freezing wind. However, with her costume around her lower thighs she was unable to move as fluidly as she was used to and instead she stumbled and fell forwards, Cyclops quickly leapt back towards her and grabbed her long white hair in both hands slamming her against Charles’ solid desk. Storm cried out in pain and couldn’t stop him again bending her over the polished surface of the desk-top.
"You really are asking for it aren’t you Ororo? I’ve spent the last three hours doing paperwork and you’ve scattered it in about three seconds. You might deserve worse than what Kitty got." Scott’s voice was playful, although Storm was dangerous when provoked he clearly had the upper hand and he was finding he was becoming very excited at the idea of taking out his frustration at the administration tasks on her. He grabbed the beautiful African's flailing wrists and painfully bent them back, crossing them in the centre of her back and holding them there with one hand while he reached for the X-Paddle which still rested at the side of the desk. Ororo twisted in his grip but was unable to free herself and he agilely avoided her kicking legs.
"You…how can you say that? How could it be worse?" she screamed at him.
"It was pretty bad," Scott admitted, "it could be worse believe me." He hefted the paddle thoughtfully. "Now Miss Munro," he said in his best school teachers voice, "discipline used to be a lot stricter in the School for Gifted Youngsters. However, given the greater age and maturity of the New X-Men the Professor decided that old fashioned methods weren’t necessary for them." Scott rested the cool wood against Storm’s perfect backside and she twisted her head, puzzled, trying to see what he was doing.
"What are you talking about Scott?"
"However, by your behaviour today you’ve shown that that was an incorrect decision on his part. I truly regret that I have to resort to these methods," said Scott, thinking ‘like hell I do’, "but discipline must be maintained."
CRACK!
He slammed the paddle down against Storm’s exposed ass with great force.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhh!" Ororo cried out in surprise, pain and alarm. "Wha…CRACK!…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggh!" Her question was cut off by another blow.
CRACK!
"Owwwwwwwwwww!"
CRACK!
"Oowwwwwwww! Goddess! What…," CRACK! "Aiiiiiiii…what are you doing?" CRACK! "Aaaaaaaagggh!"
After three severe blows to each cheek of her ass Cyclops stopped.
"Punishing you for entering without knocking Miss Munro. Giving you exactly what Miss Pryde got for plagiarism and gross misconduct." Scott’s voice remained calm although he was warm with excitement.
"But…,"
"Exactly. Your butt, like hers, is unlikely to be sittable on for some time. Assault on the acting Principle is also gross misconduct Miss Munro."
"Then…CRACK!…nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggg."
Before she could finish Cyclops began again, beating Ororo’s vulnerable ass with the X-Paddle, striking hard and sharply across her buttocks. She didn’t have time to speak or protest between blows as he rained them down back and forth across her cheeks.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Owwwwww! Aaaaah! Owwwwwcccch! Stopppp! Scotttt! Aaaaagh! Yoowwwww! Eeeaaaaghhhhh! But…aaaaaaaaghh!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Pleeeezee! Noooo! Owwwww! Yaaaaaaaagh! Aaaaaah! Aaarrrrrrrrrrrgh!"
"You know Ororo," said Scott over her sobs, "Kitty took it a lot better than you are, I always thought you were a resilient woman."
CRACK!
"Owwwwwww! I…you…"
CRACK!
"Aaaaahh! Scott!"
"A little thing like an old fashioned spanking shouldn’t reduce you to this. I remember Jean once took a hundred strokes before she made a sound." Scott was breathing heavily from exertion and tried to keep his voice level, he became aware that he was extremely hard and the sight of Ororo’s ass and cunt displayed for him was exciting him further. He stroked her bruised backside with one hand. "Ssss, it’s warm. And you know, I think it will go as red as Kitty’s despite the beautiful colour it started at."
"You…how can you…how can you act like all you did to Kitty was spank her?" Storm gasped out as the pause in the beating allowed her to phrase a coherent thought.
"It’s true she got a little more than an ordinary spanking Miss Munro. And if you absolutely insist I think I’m able to repeat it."
"No, Scott…," Storm pleaded as he released her wrists and placed the X-Paddle on the table beside her, taking a firm hold of her hips with both hands and pushing her further forwards so her feet were lifted from the floor, her ass stuck up more prominently and, incidentally, her cunt was forced hard against the edge of the desk drawing forth a pained yelp from Ororo. Scott held her there for a few moments admiring her ass and pussy, her bush a pure white just as the hair on her head.
"You know, I always wondered if you dyed it Storm." Gazing at her defenceless cunt it occurred to Scott, as if for the first time though it must surely have been at the back of his mind since he began to spank her, that he could fuck the beautiful African. Nail her good. Ream her ass too. Really let the frigid bitch have it like she’d never had it before. Jean had been a bit cold recently, he needed his action, and when he’d finished with Storm he could go back and fuck Jean too, whether she liked it or not.
Scott raised a hand to his head, trying to clear his mind from the fuzz, recovering his control. Storm was a friend, punish her for a laugh perhaps, but rape her? What was he thinking? And those thoughts about Jean, were they his?
"Storm…I…,"
THWWACCKKKKK!
Storm had taken advantage of his distraction to grab hold of the X-Paddle and she spun around and struck him fiercely across the side of the head. As he staggered she spun around and drove a knee into his crotch and he sank to his knees with a groan. The half naked amazon followed up with a round house kick that knocked Cyclops to the floor and sent his ruby quartz visor skipping across the floor. Instinctively he threw his hand across his face cutting off the optic beams but not before an uncontrolled blast struck Storm in the stomach and smashed her into the far wall. Scott clenched his eyes closed and hunted, blind, for the visor, fearing that Ororo might at any moment renew her assault on him. When he at last found it he turned to see her groggily recovering consciousness. He had an urge to throw himself across the room, force her legs apart, drive his rampant prick into her, impale her, pound deep into her womb and again he drove it back into the bestial rear-brain where such savage impulses dwell in all of us.
"Oh Christ, Ororo, I’m sorry, are you alright," he approached slowly, palm open, reaching for her as she got warily to her feet.
"Not a step closer Scott," the air crackled with electricity. "You raped Kitty, you tried to rape me. If I hadn’t sworn never to kill I’d fry you where you stand."
"Raped…raped Kitty? How can you say that? How…Christ the little bitch!" Rage built in him. "She’s lying about me because of the spanking isn’t she? The whore. Rape her? I’ll kill her for that the lying cunt. I’ve never…."
"What do you mean lying?" Storm’s hair stood on end and sparked blue. "How dare you deny it? You were going to rape me too, I could tell, you deserve far worse than I’m going to give you…" The rage that twisted Storm’s invariably calm features shocked Cyclops into sanity. Nothing caused her such emotion, she wasn’t capable of it.
"Ororo! Ororo! Listen to us! Something’s wrong." He edged closer, still holding his open palms out.
"But it won’t be when I kill you you bastar…," Storm stepped back appalled. "Goddess, what am I saying, what am I doing?"
"I don’t know. Something’s happening to us. Something bad. I swear, I didn’t rape Kitty, I swear it. After she left this office I haven’t seen her. Someone else…we have to find out what’s happening."
Warily Storm nodded, the wind she had summoned died away and the sparks of electricity ceased to leap from her.
Mastermind
"Fuck!" exploded Emma Frost, the White Queen, rising from her seat next to Jason. "I thought he was going to really do it for a moment there."
Jason Wyngard, Mastermind, looked up at her. He was pale with exhaustion though his eyes sparkled with malicious humour. "Don’t fret, he always was the paladin of the group. If we get through his morals we can manage anyone. And Storm will get hers yet, don’t worry. It’s early days yet, isn’t it Impulse?" He turned to the third occupant of the RV who was strapped spread-eagled onto a metal framework.
Impulse was a beautiful brunette, large breasted and long-legged. Her wrists and ankles were chained to a frame which was connected by power cables of several sorts to the computer banks that occupied most of the floor space of the RV. Plunged into her cunt and ass were thick dildos which were similarly connected to the equipment and a third was forced down her throat making Jason’s question purely rhetorical. Her throat and chest was glistening with sweat and she moaned deliriously.
"How’s she doing?" He gestured with his thumb at the naked Impulse. Emma scanned some of the computer read outs.
"The Impulse field is cast across the whole grounds and it’s strength is rising. Early days yet as you say. The power input/output took a leap at each of our critical incidents and even though Scott seems to have resisted he still fed the field. Looks like your theory about the feedback loop is likely to be correct." Emma smiled at Jason coldly. He grinned back and stood, stroking Impulse’s thigh with his fingertips. "Who’s next on the list?"
"Oh give me a break Emma," Mastermind complained, "Wolverine really took it out of me. Christ the little runt is hard work. With anyone else sound, touch and vision is enough. Adding scent and taste really takes it out of me, even with your mind-tap." He reached for a bottle of gin and mixed himself a drink.
"Well, on the bright side it seems to have been worth it. He’s on his way to Jean Grey now, and he doesn’t seem to be in the mood for tea and biscuits. The little savage almost seems eager to be overcome by the Impulse field." Emma moved close to Jason and rubbed her body against his, nibbling at his ear. "What’s he going to find Jason? How does Phoenix perform?"
"A gentleman never kisses and tells Emma," laughed Mastermind, "I could never betray a lady. Mmmmm." The White Queen stretched a gloved hand around him and started to fondle his crotch, deftly unbuttoning the trousers of his old fashioned suit.
"But darling Jason," she whispered into his ear letting her tongue caress his ear lobe, "you’re no gentleman, and Jean Grey is definitely no lady." Her fingers slipped into his trousers and stroked his thickening penis.
"Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Well, that’s true. Shall we say that I didn’t have to invent anything to assist me in constructing the scenario for Wolverine? Phoenix gives the best deep throating you can imagine and she could suck a bowling ball through a hose pipe, let alone a golf ball. Ohhh." Emma’s fingers danced a staccato rhythm along Jason’s prick which now stood proudly.
"And did you fuck her?" she whispered seductively, pushing his pants down around his knees and tugging his briefs down so his cock stood clear.
"Oh. Mmmm. Oh…." The speaker came to life with Mystique’s voice.
"Everything good there?"
"Working well Mystique," replied the White Queen, "(well, did you fuck her?)" she demanded of Jason in a low voice, squeezing his prick firmly. "Cyclops came pretty close to fucking Storm big time. (Did you?) How did things go with Moira?"
"Yessssss," breathed Jason, "only once before she broke free of us."
"Great fun was had by all," laughed Mystique, "all of us but Moira anyhow. You could probably drive a bus up her ass now and I think she’s liable to give up drinking, you should be able to get the re-run on the security system. How did things go with Wolverine Jason?"
"Oh…," Mastermind tried hard to concentrate as Emma stroked her gloved hand up and down his prick, "…fine. I…think Jean…uh…is going to…get…an unwelcome… visitor…in a…few minuh…uhts. Oh…" Emma increased the speed of her ministrations and at the same time telepathically painted pictures in his head of Jean Grey sucking his cock. Jean Grey lying spread-eagled before him fingering her cunt. Jean Grey impaled on his prick, gasping in ecstasy. Jean grey with a huge dildo rammed up her ass. "Oh…Emmmmmm…uh…oh…Jeannnnnn…oh Godddddd!" Unable to control himself any longer Mastermind came and spurted his seed over Emma’s gloved hand.
"Well, I’m glad you two are having fun anyhow," said Mystique. "I’m going to see how Ilyana Rasputin feels about a little incest. Don’t get carried away, we’ve got a programme to complete. Keep in touch, this gets more dangerous now." Like her son whose form she had adopted she sounded like the increase in danger was a good thing.
"Certainly Mystique, watch your step." Emma licked the cum off her fingers and pushed Mastermind’s prick back into his shorts. "Back to business Jason."
"Ye gods. How do you do that?" he asked, buttoning up his pants.
"What?" she asked innocently.
"Give the most fabulous hand job while seeming so emotionally detached from it?"
"Practice?" she replied inquisitively.
"Well, however you do it, it’s fucking sexy. As soon as I’m recharged I’m going to fuck you good and proper." He sat back down and began to regather his thoughts.
"Promises promises Jason."