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.
Phoenix
Jean Grey, aka Phoenix, lay in the luxury size bath soaking in the foam bubbles and sighed deeply. Scalding water cocooned her and she turned the hot tap off with her foot, admiring her graceful leg. It still amazed and pleased her sometimes that the gawky, too thin girl she had been had turned into the beauty that she undeniably was. She ran her fingers down the length of her shapely calf and winced at the almost undetectable roughness there; silently a ladyshave razor floated from the sink and drifted across the room. Jean lay back again, her entire head underwater, her mutant power changing enough water to air to keep her comfortable while she raised her leg up and slowly and thoroughly began to shave, luxuriating in the sensation of the cold blade on her warm skin.
Jean blew some bubbles to the surface, scarcely noticeable in the surfeit of foam, and let her perfectly manicured fingernails probe down to her slit, spread open by the extension of her leg. From the next room a large dildo floated in the same manner as the razor and evenly glided down towards the bath, entering the water like a torpedo and under Phoenix’ mental direction began to probe and stroke her pussy. Still almost entirely submerged she played with her large breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples. Virtually unlimited telekinesis was a great boon; if she had wished she could have added another two or three implements to the dildo and razor and still been able to telekinetically make the bed, tidy the floor and type a letter cancelling tomorrow’s paper. Instead she let her mind float, wondering who in Professor Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters she should tap for inspiration. Maybe young Cannonball whose fantasies of bestial sex with Rahne Sinclair, aka Wolvesbane, were as exciting as they were unlikely given the puritanical Scottish shapeshifter’s views on intimacy. Or Kitty, whose teenage fantasies varied with the weather from gang rape by bikers to romantic liaisons with Leonardo de Caprio. "Mmmmmmmm," she murmured as she pushed the dildo in and stiffened as a tremor ran through her. Scott deeply disapproved of her looking into other people’s most secret thoughts like this, to be honest she disapproved herself but it was too exciting to stop. Rogue’s sado-masochistic images of pain and pleasure were invariably worth viewing but Jean was feeling too comfortable and relaxed to really get into them, plus the logistics of wielding a whip on herself while she was in the bath defeated even Phoenix. Perhaps Magick’s surreal fantasies, which might be memories, of a one armed demon? No. Logan. She’d known she’d come back to this. Despite his violent and brutal personality his fantasies were tender and beautiful and they almost invariably involved her, which was comforting. Maybe someday she’d make them a reality for him; despite everything she liked the little man and it was additionally exciting that of all the people she could betray Scott with he would be hurt most by a liaison with Wolverine. She pushed the dildo deep into her and imagined it was Logan’s thick prick, imagined his rough hands gentle on her hardened nipples and sought out his mind with hers.
"Christ!!" Jean exploded, sitting up suddenly, swallowing a mouthful of bath water and choking on it. Logan’s mind was awash with violence and rage and in the split second she had been in contact with it she had been assaulted with images of him raping her face, threatening her, striking her. So powerful were the images that control of her powers momentarily left her, the razor skidded off her leg leaving a trail of bright blood and the dildo was rammed painfully into her to its full nine inch length. She leaned over the edge of the bath choking up the bath water as the door to the apartment burst open and Wolverine himself burst through, naked and aroused. His eyes were red with the berserk lust and he leapt across the room towards the temporarily helpless Jean Grey.
Cyclops
Cyclops and Storm stared warily at each other and saw the primal impulses in each other die away.
"What really happened to Kitty?" asked Scott hesitantly.
"You…someone dressed as you, someone with optic blasts, burst in on her, beat her, raped her, how much detail do you want?" Storm’s anger rose again and with it the wind as she spat the final question out. Scott tried not to stare at the white bush which remained naked since Storm’s lower costume had been torn in their struggle.
"Christ! Kitty!" The pain in Scott’s voice did much to restrain Ororo’s anger. "Well, whoever he was he must still be in the building and we must have him on camera. Cerebro!"
"Yes Cyclops." The computer’s voice was modelled on Jean’s, a reassuring note.
"Play security tape of Katherine Pryde’s quarters from…?"
"Twenty minutes or so."
"Twenty minutes ago. Identify second party from physical form and heat signature."
"Record playing. Please explain second request."
"Explain?! Who is that bastard?!" Scott cut off further questions as he saw the wall monitor spring into life. It displayed Kitty Pryde lying on her front on the bed, reading. He admired again the fabulous teenage ass, and winced in sympathy to see how red and battered it seemed.
"Fuck! Can’t you knock?" the image on screen yelled rolling over, wincing as her ass dragged across the coverlet, covering her nakedness with the textbook and looking towards the door. She backed away slightly and let go of the book she was holding suddenly. "No…no it’s…," she stopped and her head snapped sideways as if she had been struck by an invisible attacker. The young mutant lay back on the bed, her eyes wide with fear, struggling from side to side and mumbling incoherently. As the two senior members of the X-Men watched, Kitty spread her knees, displaying her cunt to the camera like a parody of a model in a men’s magazine. Despite himself Scott felt his prick rising again and though she would have denied it even to herself Storm felt a sexual thrill shiver through her.
Shadowcat nodded frantically as if in answer to an unheard question and then sucked in great gasps of air, squealing in pain as if from some sort of attack. "Stop! Pleeeeeze. Pleeze stop!" Kitty moaned. "Why are you doing this to me?" Scott clenched his fist in anger hearing the fear in her voice and Ororo could only barely hold the elemental force of her rage in check. "No, God, Scott, I’ve never…EEEEEEEEE!"
"Aagggggh! No Scott!"
"Noooooooooooo!" moaned the teenager. Shadowcat’s body moved back and forth as if the rape she was experiencing was real although from the point of view of the camera nothing was intruding into her cunt, no hands held her thighs spread, no one else was present. "Pleeeeze…pleeze stop!" wept Kitty Pryde as she rocked backwards and forwards and flailed with her fists, only her head remained stationary, held artificially rigid, staring upwards.
After a few minutes whatever force it was holding her released her and she curled up into a ball, weeping. A short while later she recovered some of her strength and, still half naked, slipped through the door which had not opened throughout her ordeal and crept up the corridor towards Ororo’s room.
Scott and Ororo stared at each other appalled.
"Oh my God," breathed Scott.
"Poor Kitty," whispered Ororo.
"Cerebro, play recording again, this time with infrared and ultraviolet filters. Maybe the sick fuck was invisible." Scott stamped down on the voice in his mind that said he simply wanted to watch the pseudo-rape again as he and Storm turned again to the video screen, his prick rampant in his uniform and Ororo unknowingly brushing her quim lightly with her finger tips.
Magick
Ilyana Rasputin, aka Magick, sat at her computer typing, paused momentarily, typed again. The blonde mutant-witch was dressed in a silk dressing gown and as far as anyone could tell she was working late on a paper for school. They would be wrong; with Kitty’s help she had deactivated the security software which prevented her accessing ‘that sort’ of website and she was currently online at www.blackmagicsexchat.com. ‘I writhe erotically in the aromatic smoke as you approach,’ she typed, ‘the coloured fire illuminating my pale skin against the dark background.’ One game she played on the site was distinguishing the people who knew some real magic from those who had learned everything from the television. One night she was sure one of the respondents had been a genuine demon and she’d quickly logged off and not been back for a month. Tonight it was the usual mix of goth wierdos, vampire wannabees, real witches and a would-be rapist. As usual most of the ‘women’ were almost certainly men but unusually tonight it was really working for Ilyana, or Lilian as she was on the site. Pretty soon she was going to have to start typing one-handed, she parted her knees, stretching her thighs around the seat of the swivel chair and stroking her cunt with the fingers of one hand.
Macbeth - ‘I stride naked through the fire, my cock hugely rampant, possessed by the powers of the earth and the air.’
Raven – ‘I land softly behind Lilian, raising her gently to her knees by the hair, presenting her lips to Macbeth’s member.’
Ilyana paused in her reply, about to reveal her pointed teeth and forked tongue, when her door beeped. At this time of night it could only be Kitty so she called a ‘come in’.
Lilian – ‘My forked tongue darts out between my pointed teeth and wraps around the magnificent cock as the fires start to burn red.’
"Hi Kitty," she said as she turned, "how…ohmigod Pyotr!" Ilyana drove her knees together trying to hide the lewd pose she had been in, thankful she had still been using both hands to type, while switching off the monitor. "What are you doing here?"
"Can I not visit my little sister?" he replied in Russian. "I missed so many years I like to spend a little time with you now and again. And I think I should ask the same of you." He leaned across his sister and switched the monitor on again, eyes widening at the site’s logo of a crucified woman being fucked by a hugely endowed demon.
"That’s private Pyotr," she said, also switching to Russian. "Now go away, we can have lunch tomorrow if you like." She could feel herself blushing, her pale skin turning crimson, and it made her angrier still that he could see how embarrassed she was. Colossus looked down at her, seeing the sweat beaded on her throat and how her nipples poked through the sheer fabric of her gown.
"I think not little sister," he said. He paused to type an apparently meaningless series of letters into the computer before switching it off at the wall.
"Hey…!"
"What else do you have around here that’s ‘private’ little sister?" He pulled some of her books from the bookshelf revealing a second row behind them. "What’s this, ‘The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty’, ‘Elena’s Conquest’, ‘Cruel Enchantments’. Not quite the bedtime reading I’d expect my little sister to have." Ilyana turned the chair to watch him, a sinking anxious feeling running through her which did nothing to reduce her sense of sexual excitement.
"Pyotr, those are private. Don’t do this." Her brother ignored her, next going through her files of school work and pulling out a sketch pad from beneath a pile of science text books. He opened it at a random page and saw a realistically drawn picture of Ororo on her knees sucking on a one armed demon’s inhumanly large prick. He turned it towards his sister. "Your work?" He flicked through the rest of the pad, lingering for a few moments, smiling, at a picture of Nightcrawler sodomising a brunette. "What gives you these ideas?"
"Give that here!" demanded Ilyana, rising to her feet at last and snatching the sketch pad from her brother.
"Don’t give me orders," Colossus replied softly, dangerously, pushing Ilyana with one hand causing her to fall hard back onto the chair, her gown coming open and one teenage breast emerging. Magick tried to cover herself as best she could, crossing her legs, pulling the gown around her, and watched as her brother sought out everything she would have wanted to keep hidden. The collection of horror and soft porn films on DVD, the bondage magazines, even her vibrator and hand cuffs. "Quite a little den of sin you have made yourself Ilyana. Mother should never have let you leave Mother Russia, this is the result of western decadence. This is the result of not having a proper father, someone who would discipline you and keep you pure." Ilyana, still red-faced, shrugged and tossed her blond hair defiantly, saying nothing.
Colossus stared at her and seemed to come to a decision. "This is my fault little sister. I should have protected you and I failed. I will not fail again. And to begin I must punish you for what I have failed to prevent you from doing and maybe you will learn the difference between right and wrong." Ilyana stared blankly at him. "I will punish you as our father would have if he were here. Stand up." Ilyana didn’t move, just gazed at him with hostility through her bright blue eyes. "Stand up I said!" Colossus grabbed one of her arms and pulled her to her feet, almost lifting her into the air. Still keeping hold of her he sat down where she had been, the chair creaking under his weight, and pulled her across his knees face down. Ilyana’s impassive and sullen silence broke.
"No, stop this! I won’t have it! Let me go!" She tried to stand but her brother’s heavy hand held her down.
"You don’t have a choice in the matter little sister. Now be silent and learn."
Whump! Indeed, the first blow from Peter’s hand shocked her to silence. His hand was almost big enough to cover the whole of her cheek and the weight of the blow forced her against him. Whump! He struck her again on the same cheek. Whump! And again. Whump! The very size of the hand reduced the pain, spreading the force of each strike over the whole area. Whump! Ilyana lay there unmoving, too proud to show discomfort although her face flamed with humiliation. Whump! The thin fabric of her gown provided some protection and she held herself steady though each blow was forceful enough to bring creaks of protest from the chair. Whump! Whump! Whump! Over and over Colossus punished the same side of her ass and now the size of his hand which had seemed a blessing became a curse. Whump! For with each blow he struck every part of her buttock and the gradually increasing glow became a burning which increased in temperature at every strike. Whump! Whump! Whump! Whump! Ilyana began to bite her bottom lip to hold back whimpers of pain. Whump! Whump! Whump! Whump! Whump! Colossus’ punishment of his sister went on relentlessly and still Ilyana refused to make a sound. Whump! Whump! Whump! Whump! At last he finished with one heavy blow. WHUMP!
"Lets have a look at you then," he said, flipping back the short gown which had been providing Ilyana’s only protection. She struggled ferociously at this further indignity but Colossus easily held her in place as he gazed on his handiwork. One of Ilyana’s nates remained white and unmarked while the other glowed a healthy red, though perhaps not quite so red as her face. "I think we’re getting there little sister. Are you beginning to learn?"
"Fuck you Pyotr!" she replied.
WHAPP! Peter slapped the fingers of his hand down across the already reddened ass displayed before him and Magick sucked in her breath. Without the however limited protection of her gown the single blow really hurt sending a jolt of burning pain through her.
"Obviously not. Well then I’ll just have to continue." Whapp! Whapp! More gently, almost playfully, Peter slapped her backside again and Ilyana gritted her teeth determined to take whatever he planned to dish out. Whapp! Whapp! With the contact skin to skin there was a much sharper sound to the blows, and a much sharper pain. Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! No longer the increasing dull glow over a wide area but each strike created a single sharp pain. Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Colossus picked up the tempo using a little more of his great strength and bringing the fingers of his palm down on the single target area. Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Magick wriggled, trying to avoid the blows but while using only a part of his great hand the big Russian was able to ensure he made contact wherever he liked and while he varied his target slightly from top of thigh to waist he maintained the assault on the right cheek of his sisters ass. Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Illyana kept her mouth tightly closed, breathing heavily through her nose and pressing herself against her brother’s legs in a feeble attempt to draw further away from the tormenting hand. Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! To her horror she realised that far from decreasing her physical arousal the punishment at the hands of her brother was increasing it and she was pressing herself against him for more than just to escape. Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Her pointless wriggling was a form of masturbation as she rubbed her cunt against him hoping desperately he would not realise, or notice the dampness soaking through her gown. Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Whapp! Peter paused and again gazed at the glowing cheek of his sisters backside, blowing soothing cold air on it. It was now a fiery cherry red and although he had temporarily ceased Ilyana continued to writhe against his legs. Whapp! Whapp!
"Well well little sister, can it be that this form of punishment isn’t much of a punishment at all for you?" Peter ran a large finger up the inside of her thigh, sliding on her wet skin. "Would you like me to keep going then?" Ilyana recovered control of her body and turned to try to look up at him. Her face was still almost as red as her damaged ass cheek and her fine golden hair was tousled and awry.
"Fuck you Pyotr!" she repeated.
"Very well." The large mutant held Ilyana tightly in position with a hand in the small of her back and resumed his assault on her rear, and now he went to work with a will, driving his palm down against his sister’s ass with force and speed.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Ilyana’s hips bucked as she writhed in pain and arousal, each blow sending twin waves of lust and agony through her. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Her determination to remain completely silent was eroded and her breathing began to come in great gasps. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! She ground her cunt against her brother’s leg, the front of her robe sodden with her juices. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Each blow drove her closer to the edge and she started to moan in agony and ecstasy.
SMACK! Peter slowed his tempo and increased the force.
"Ohhhh!"
SMACK!
"Oh Godd!"
SMACK!
"Aaaaaaaaaaah!"
SMACK!
"Oh my…"
SMACK!
"….God!"
SMACK! Peter laid a final blow on the target and patted her gently. Magick continued to writhe, pushing her cunt against him, bucking and twisting, moving herself beyond the point of no return.
"Oh God, oh no, oh you…oh god oh god…ohhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh ooooooooooooooooooh…….!" In a low voice Ilyana cried out an orgasm and hung limply over Coloussus’ knees.
"Get up little sister." Ilyana looked up at her brother uncomprehendingly until he stood tipping her onto the floor where she landed hard on her ass.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" She scrambled to her feet cradling her backside with both hands and looked sullenly at her elder brother. The robe hung open and Peter could see her juices glistening on her inner thighs and her firm breasts poking out defiantly, though not so defiant as the look in her eyes.
"Stand in the corner, face the wall." Ilyana stood there unmoving until Peter grabbed her by the ear and dragged her to where he wanted her. "Take off the robe," he ordered. Again his sister ignored him and he tore the silk like it was paper, disrobing her by force. "Hands on your head, I want to be able to see the results." This time, reluctantly, Magick complied and Colossus sat back and gazed at the young mutant. Her skin was white as alabaster except for the one cheek of her ass, identical to its twin in form but red and inflamed such that it could have belonged to a completely different person. While she stood there, humiliated, Colossus turned the computer back on and, humming quietly, connected the webcam.
Wolverine
Logan burst through the door into Jean’s quarters to find his prey already naked leaning over the edge of the bath choking and spitting. His bestial instinct recognised he had to act fast to keep her helpless and he leapt forwards, grabbing her by her red hair, darkened almost to black by its soaked condition, pulling her over the lip of the bath and slamming her to the floor. The blow to her head dazed her and Wolverine threw her onto her back and cruelly wrenched her thighs apart. Wasting no time he stabbed his rampant prick into her cunt only to be defeated by the huge dildo which already occupied the space he was trying to violate. Enraged by this failure he bashed her head against the tiles of the bathroom again, keeping her on the edge of consciousness, while with his other hand he explored the blockage.
"Ho ho, needle dick not big enough for you then?" Logan found that without removing the artificial prick he could move it out of the way enough for him to gain access to her slit and he pressed the head of his weapon against the opening so revealed. "If size is the problem I think I have the answer right here!" Brutally he drove his prick into her, forcing the already-too-big-for-her dildo out of the way until she was impaled on two pricks, one of cold plastic and the other of hot meat. The twin violation was like having a baby backwards, her vagina impossibly spread to accommodate the massive intruders Jean Grey gained a new understanding of the word ‘stuffed’.
With his prick safely driven into its target Logan grabbed the magnificent tits of his team-mate and cruelly and savagely crushed and pulled at them as if he was trying to rip them from her slender form. Had this really been his purpose one stroke of his razor sharp claws would have accomplished the twin mastectomy in seconds. Instead Wolverine pulled her torso vertical by its tits before slamming her back against the floor, her head hanging limply contacted with the tiles again preventing the formation of a conscious thought that didn’t involve the pain from her breasts or the violent penetration. Sure that Phoenix could neither summon aid nor fight him off herself Logan began to drive into her with powerful strokes. So tight was his prick pressed against the dildo that it moved with him, its greater length hammering against her cervix while the double thickness of the twin cock stretched her lips and brought moans of pain from its victim. Every few strokes Logan pulled her up by her tits and bounced her head from the floor again, the assault on her body forming a cruel counter point, almost a base line, to the assault on her virtue. His aggressive penetration nailed her hips to the cold floor of the bathroom, hammering out a fiercel rhythm which began to affect the primitive Phoenix force which dwelt within Jean Grey. Always used to taking the lead in her sex life with Scott, deciding when, where and how, being used helplessly took her to places she had not been before. In a dark part of her mind she had a yearning for her lover to take her unprepared, when he wanted, without asking if it was alright, if she was sure, and under Wolverine’s relentless attack this part began to surface. She began to gasp and moan from more than the pain of his violation and her hands, which had been hanging limp and helpless beside her unable to prevent the rape now grabbed hold of him and her fingernails scratched red lines into his muscular back. As he thrust into her she pushed back, willing him deeper inside, pulling away from him as he withdrew and driving forwards into the violence of his assault as he assailed her over-filled cunt. Despite her conscious mind which screamed that this was an unholy defilement the most primal urges of her rear brain where the Phoenix force was strongest welcomed it and she locked her legs around Wolverine pulling him yet deeper within her.
Logan, feeling his prey move beneath him, sensing her growing arousal by smell and touch, increased the force of his attack. He crushed his mouth against hers, invading it with his tongue, penetrating it as savagely as he plundered her snatch. The force of his lust, so long denied, began to mount. He drove into her inexorably, his mighty prick ravaging her cunt and the grip on her tits with his adamantium enhanced fingers painfully crushing them. Wolverine’s senses, normally so acute for danger, were blinded by his desire and need and as his orgasm grew in him he did not note the flickers of golden fire in the eyes of his victim. Faster still he pounded her, the twin cock part hard plastic and part flesh harder still slamming in and out, encouraged by Phoenix’ moaning and writhing until he was able to hold it no longer and his climax ripped through him. He spurted hot seed into her womb and clung to her as if she were the only real thing in the universe, roaring out his triumph over his victim, his rival and himself.
For Jean, divided between the bestial passion that welcomed Logan’s cruel attack on her body and the conscious personality which was fighting the rape with every resource, the sensation of his hot seed bursting out within her devastated womb settled the conflict. Passion won. Phoenix’ scream echoed Wolverine’s as every muscle in her body tensed and the power which her controlled will could not access to protect her spilled out of her unconscious mind. The golden fire formed the Phoenix effect and Logan was tossed across the room like a rag doll as Jean Grey orgasmed with a fury and abandon she had never before achieved.
White Queen
"Look at that spike Jason," she pointed to the graph being drawn by one of the many monitors. The scribbling needles had gone off the scale and were desperately trying to compensate.
"Phew, looks like Phoenix has joined the party." Mastermind glanced at the naked brunette beside him who was moaning in either pain or ecstasy, or both. "Jean’s climax is a frightening thing, nearly crushed me between her legs, I made a mental note to fuck her from behind if I ever got another chance." He glanced at his blonde companion who didn’t seem the least bit perturbed by his crudity.
"Well, our impulse field has expanded again. It’s a good thing we’re protected from it or I might be having to beat you off with a riding crop." She smiled dangerously at Jason.
"Who says you won’t have to do that anyway?" He smiled lasciviously back at her. "So far looks like my theories and your equipment are working perfectly, the only thing remaining to determine is how effective it all is. That little psycho is one step away from rape and murder at the best of times, the nudge I gave him might have been enough even without our beautiful friend here," he slapped Impulse’s thigh sharply as he spoke, "this is only a complete success if we can engage someone like Scott Summers, or Pyotr Rasputin." He tapped a button on the communications unit. "Mystique? We anywhere near ready yet?"
Storm
The leader of the X-Men watched the camera images taken in Kitty’s bedroom during her assault. Tears formed in her eyes as she saw the pain and fear in her young friend’s face and anger rose in her, anger doubly painful as she had no target for it. None of Cerebro’s sensors could detect any form of intruder and they had watched this recording three more times with different detection systems operative.
"Cerebro. Play this recording again. This time extrapolate from Shadowcat’s actions and construct a graphic of a hypothetical attacker." Cyclops’ voice was hard and clinical but was fast, Ororo could sense that his breath was short and he was on edge.
"Is this really necessary? Do we have to watch this again?" Her questions were angry and hurt. She had spoken with Kitty shortly after the ‘attack’ and spent time helping her recover some semblance of control. The pain from Shadowcat had scarred Ororo and brought her near to killing Scott in retaliation.
"Yes, I’m afraid so. Any clues we can gather will help us determine what is happening and what we can do about it. Clothe the attacker in my uniform," he continued to the computer, "and assume capable of optic blasts." Storm also stared at the screen, unable to look away, her own heartbeat racing as she watched Kitty turn again towards the door, wincing as her reddened ass slid against the bed. This time though Cyclops walked in through the door, Cerebro’s state of the art computer graphics making him almost as realistic as the real one who stood next to her, breathing heavily. The image seized Kitty’s book and slammed the heavy hardback against the side of her face sending her reeling. The screen also showed the real book falling harmlessly to the floor beside her. Ororo stared in horror as the construct of her team mate held Kitty down with one hand while freeing a huge prick with the other. She heard Cyclops’ breath escaping in a sigh of appreciation and almost ordered the computer to cease playing this scene; with a part of her mind she realised that she herself was excited by it, that her cunt was moistening, that the fingers of one hand were brushing along her slit, and instead she said nothing.
"High probability that hypothetical attacker is verbally abusing Shadowcat," said Jean’s voice, emotionlessly.
The illusion of Cyclops stood between Kitty’s legs, blocking the view of the camera as she struggled.
"Stop play Cerebro." Ororo breathed a sigh of relief as Cyclops stopped this torture. "Split screen. Show close up of Shadowcat and my…his attack on her on one half, long view on other. Resume play from ten seconds ago."
"Scott!" Ororo exclaimed angrily, but if he heard her he ignored her. The screen sprang into motion again as one side of it showed the details obscured by the form of Kitty’s attacker. They watched as the image of Cyclops forced her legs apart and lay over her, trying to force his huge prick into her. They watched as Kitty’s resistance initially paid off until the hallucinatory attacker stood and slapped at her breasts which swayed under the blow.
"High probability that the hypothetical attacker is threatening Shadowcat so that she will remain silent."
Ororo’s hand reflexively went to her own breasts as she watched Scott crush Kitty’s nipples between finger and thumb until his fingers went white. Kitty squealed in pain and the fact that this had already happened did not lessen it’s impact on Storm.
"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. "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. The real Scott Summers’ pelvis jerked forwards at this point and his held breath escaped in a burst. Ororo ignored his fingers brushing his erection through his uniform just as she ignored her own fingers probing her own exposed cunt.
"High probability of more verbal abuse."
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!"
With the added image of the attacker this recording, traumatic and horrible even before editing, became truly dreadful and yet neither Ororo nor Scott could turn away. The image of 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 stabbed into her.
"Noooooooooooo!" moaned the teenager as he withdrew and rammed into her again, the whole length of his huge prick passing within her. "Pleeeeze…pleeze stop!" wept Kitty Pryde as she imagined her virginity being ripped from her. Her pleas went unheard as the costumed rapist 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, then he tilted his head back.
"High probability that pseudo-Cyclops emitting optic blast at this time. Further action speculation but likely that hypothetical attacker leaves room." The two mutants watched as Kitty curled again into a ball and began to weep.
"Cerebro, replay extract from…"
"Cyclops, no!" Ororo turned furiously towards her team mate, spinning him to face her using the hand which had so treacherously been demonstrating her own excitement.
"But…" Ororo cut his words and explanation off with a stinging slap across the face.
"We don’t need to see that again. Whatever is happening, it’s still working on us." The beautiful X-Man reached for an excuse she could live with for her own and her friend’s actions and Scott also grasped it, holding back his violent response to her attack.
"Christ, you’re right. Whatever happened to poor Kitty it’s still at large. If it’s a real person we can’t track it in any way, but since there was no sign of any genuine physical assault on her that’s probably not the case. That leaves some sort of either telepathic or sorcerous attack." Turning his mind to the problem to be solved he found it easier to replace the image of his own prick violating the beautiful teenager, the image he found so appalling and so appealing.
"It could be either, we’ve enough enemies in both camps. And the impulse to violence could also be a symptom of either. Goddess, we’ve got to keep people apart, the smallest incident could trigger a major problem." Storm reached for the communications system and her next words echoed through the building.
"Attention all students. Attention all students. This is an emergency situation. All students return to you own room immediately. Do not delay for anything. Return to your room alone. Once there, lock yourself in. The doors will not unlock until the crisis is over. You are safe in your room. Do not try to leave. You will be informed when the mansion is safe again." She looked up at Cyclops who felt a surge of anger that she was taking action without clearing it with him first. He recognised this as irrational and gestured for her to continue.
"All X-Men, assemble in the Danger Room. Be aware the mansion is under attack and what you see may not be real." She looked to Scott again who nodded.
"We could isolate everyone, but then whatever this is might be able to pick us off one by one. Best to meet it as a team."
"Phoenix, Magick, meet Cyclops and Storm in the Professor’s study immediately." Storm turned off the communicator, "if it’s telepathic Jean will spot it, if it’s magic then maybe Ilyana is our best bet, at least to identify what is going on." Scott nodded again.
"I’ll stay here and try to contact the Professor while I wait for them, you head down to the danger room and." Suddenly Scott stopped speaking and stood completely still.
"Scott?" Ororo passed a hand across his eyes.
"Ororo I…" His voice faded away and he clearly couldn’t see or hear Ororo as she was.