Author’s note. This is a work of fan fiction using characters created by Marvel Comics who I assume still hold the copyright to them. It is based on the X-Men comics of the 1980s although the knowledgeable among readers will recognise that I have made one change to a character’s powers and have bent time so that certain characters can appear together. It does not in any way draw on the films of the 21st century or the depictions of these same characters by the likes of Halle Berry. Nor does it refer to the new Ultimate X-Men ongoing series.
The series includes a large number of violent, non-consensual sexual acts. In the real world such acts are despicable crimes, even when carried out against super villains. This is a work of fiction and should be treated as such.
Cyclops
Scott Summers tried to ignore the huge erection he had gained from watching his young team mate Shadowcat violated by an image of himself, tried to ignore the fact that his team mate Storm stood next to him naked from the waist down, her silver-white bush damp with her arousal, tried to ignore the demands that he put his erection and her cunt together in a savage and violent fashion. Instead he tried to concentrate on the apparent attack that was in progress against Professor Xavier’s mansion. Had he been in full possession of his senses he would already have identified the foe as his old enemy Mastermind, but the evil seduction of the Impulse Field which by now surrounded the whole mansion eroded his mental acuity.
Storm turned off the communicator, she seemed to be better able to resist whatever it was that was attacking them. "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," she said.
Scott nodded and focussed his mind.
"I’ll stay here and try to contact the Professor while I wait for them, you head down to the danger room and…" Ororo who had been edging away from him since his fascination with Kitty’s rape suddenly stepped towards him, pressing her slender body against him, her arms encircling him, pulling his rock hard erection against her firm stomach.
"Ororo I…"
"Sssssh." She rested a long finger against his lips and rubbed herself against him. He could feel how damp she was through the fabric of his uniform. Despite his mind screaming at him that this was wrong, a distraction, possibly not even real, he circled her in his arms, held the globes of her ass in his hands and pulled her against his straining cock. She was as tall as he was and he didn’t have to bend at all to press his lips against hers. Ororo’s tongue slipped between his lips as her deft pick pocket’s fingers undid the complex clasp of his uniform and slid within, closing around the thick column of his weapon.
"Aaaaaaaaah," Scott sighed at her delicate touch but pulled his lips away from her kiss, "ohhh, we can’t…there’s something…oh…wrong."
"Nothing’s wrong my sweet," she replied. "We’ve time." As she spoke her fingers played a subtle rhythm on his prick. "No one’s been really hurt yet. We’ve time." Lulled by her voice, excited by her manipulation and driven by the Impulse Field Cyclops gave up the fight and instead lifted Ororo up by the ass cheeks he had previously assaulted with the X-paddle and positioned her so that his prick probed at the entrance to her cunt. Lifting her booted feet from the floor she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him strongly into her such that he didn’t so much penetrate her as she enveloped him.
It was at this moment that Phoenix, incandescent with anger, clad only in the fire of the Phoenix force, flew into the room.
Mystique
Mystique had second thoughts when she saw the berserker lust in Colossus’ eyes and her thoughts turned to escape. She twisted away from his lunge but he moved faster than a man his size should have and caught her red-brown hair, pulling her painfully off balance and stopping her escape. Reaching for a blaster she didn’t have time to aim it before he had disarmed her and, still held by the hair, she choked as he slammed a fist into her solar plexus. Raven feigned unconsciousness just long enough to put her attacker off guard and then lashed out with a nerve blow to his neck only to feel her head slammed against the wall, her blow missing its target by a crucial inch and totally failing to free her. Before she could react again her weapon belt was torn away from her and she could only kick feebly with her long indigo legs. She couldn’t concentrate to shape change into anything which would give her an advantage and she was in no way able to stop the Russian from stripping her leotard from her as well. Virtually naked she accepted the plan was going to go ahead as originally conceived and she lay there limply as Colossus abused her verbally in his native tongue and slapped her face and breasts with his hand, hardened while still a child by the rigours of a farm upbringing.
"Accccccccch!" Mystique spat, tasting blood, grimacing as Colossus clenched a fist painfully around her right tit. "Admit it. You enjoyed watching me nail your sister. You just wish it was really you." Knowing that she couldn’t escape returned an element of bravado to the mutant shape changer and she taunted him with a truth he could not bear.
"Rrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhhhh!" Incoherent with rage Colossus surrendered to the Impulse Field which Raven herself was at least partially protected from by one of Emma’s devices disguised as an earring. He tore open his costume revealing a monstrous prick and Mystique swallowed nervously realising she hadn’t exaggerated at all with the unreasonably large weapon she had raped Ilyana with. She tried to clamp her legs together but even in normal form Colossus was vastly stronger than her and he forced them apart with ease.
"Oh mother…." thought Mystique. Though she had been sexually excited by her beating and rape of Magick she had worn a different shape then and not all of the physiological changes were carried back to her own form. Further her main emotion since return had been fear, not lust. In short she was no where near ready to be fucked, let alone by a cock as large as the one that was about to be forced into her. She reached down for her clit with one hand, desperately hoping she could stimulate herself enough to provide Colossus with some lubrication but, seeing this as some attempt at defending herself, he caught her wrist in his hand. He captured her other as it attempted the same task and held them painfully tightly above her head, pressed against the bed on which she lay. Raven pulled against him in vain as he lay above her, his knees between hers, only a prick’s length between their bodies. He nudged the end of his mighty cock against her slit and she clenched her teeth, trying to prepare for what was to come. Even though she knew her best chance was to relax she was unable to do anything other than tense every muscle in her body, stretching rigid. She sensed rather than saw Colossus begin his movement and she screamed in anticipation.
"Noooooooooooo!" Her sudden and unexpected noise caused him pause for her cry of pain had not been drawn from her by him but instead by the remembrance that she was a virgin. A side effect of her power was that whenever she returned to her natural form she returned to it exactly as it was on her twenty-first birthday. While this made her virtually immortal it also meant that despite having had dozens of lovers and given birth to several children she was perpetually a virgin. Colossus didn’t know this, nor did he care. The surprising scream only gave him a moments pause. Just long enough for Mystique to fill her lungs again. When his thrust came it was just as bad as she feared. "Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!"
Mystique’s tortured shriek rang out as Colossus’ massive prick surged into her. Her mostly dry lips were no barrier to him, he smashed past them savagely, burning her with pain. Her desperately clenched muscles gave way before his strength, she might as well have tried to hold back an express train. Her hymen tore like tissue paper as he forced his way into her, spreading her virgin lips, almost tearing her as she was forced to encompass an object larger by far than her body was prepared to accept. He rammed his tool into her with as much strength as he could muster and Raven Darkholme was slammed back into the bed, pulling as far from him as she could. The mattress beneath her allowed her some give and some of his force served only to push her away, reducing the depth of his penetration. He withdrew, burning her still more with his hard prick against her sensitive nether lips, before striking forwards again. This time he angled his body a little straighter and again his huge weapon forced its way past all her defences.
"Aaaaaaaaaagghhhhhhh! Noooooooo!" Her cries only increased his pleasure as he savagely violated her, forcing his prick deeper into her body when she already felt that it had impaled her to the quick. She tried to summon the concentration to change her shape, even a little, to make her cunt bigger, deeper, make it able to take the huge thing that was stabbing into her, but was overwhelmed with pain and humiliation. Still the softness of the mattress permitted her a tiny relief though she could barely tell this and as Colossus drove into her for the third time she tried to move with him, to in some way decrease the impact of his rape. Holding her wrists down against the bed Pyotr Rasputin set up a rhythm of his own pulling out of her slowly, increasing the sensation and anticipation of the assault to come, then ramming his meat deeply into her. Though she tried to match his rhythm it was erratic and when she mistimed the tiny movement permitted her the pain from the head of his prick smashing against her cervix dragged forth further cries of agony.
Ilyana watched her usually gentle brother raping a woman she knew only by reputation. A part of her felt sorry for the woman, the part which sensed their kinship, but most of her knew only delight at the anguish of her own rapist. She willed Pyotr on, grinning at each scream and cry from Mystique, and when she was able to bring her cuffed wrists to the front of her body she plunged her fingers into her own so recently violated cunt, teasing her clit and bringing herself to orgasm. She moved to the foot of the bed so she could gain a clear view of the huge pale prick driving into the dark skinned body trapped beneath it.
After what seemed an eternity but can only have been a few short minutes Mystique’s body began to respond. Her quim began to moisten and lubricate and instead of burning its way in Colossus’ prick began to slide easily. Still too big, still forcing a passage into a hole that was too small, yet no longer the same terrible pain, more a sensation of overwhelming force. Despite herself, despite the humiliation that her bait had caught far more than she had intended, Raven found herself beginning to gasp and pant with desire as well as pain. As Colossus’ firm strokes took up a more consistent rhythm she could move with him more successfully, gain a tiny measure of control and her cries of pain melded with her shriek of climax, more intense than any she’d had in a long time. Her widely spread labial lips squeezed the Russian’s prick and began to milk him. With his own shout of wrath and triumph Colossus pulled out a final time and sprayed his white cum over her dark blue stomach and tits, spurt after spurt till her torso seemed almost as pale as his. Mystique sank back into the bed with relief. "Over," she breathed. There was even, behind the pain, a faint sense of disappointment that it was done. She’d heal.
"Well, it worked," she whispered into the throat mike. "Get me out of here. Owwwww!" Colossus clamped a hand on each of Mystique’s firm tits and cruelly squeezed them. "Emma, it worked, we can pack up. Aaaaaaggh! Aiiiiiiiiiii!" Turning his attention to her erect nipples, sharp and hard as pencil points Pyotr took them between finger and thumb and crushed them with his vice like strength.
"Emma, where are you?" Raven tried to struggle as Colossus rolled her over onto her stomach and pushed his fingers into her now dripping snatch. "Emmmaaaaaaaagh!" To her horror she felt the so-lubricated fingers probing at her anus.
"Yeah Pyotr! Do it. Fuck her right up the ass. I want to hear her scream again!" Ilyana felt another shiver of orgasm shudder through her just at the prospect of seeing Mystique reamed like that.
"Christ Emma!" Mystique was screaming now, not believing that she could be so used. "Christ, he’s going to fuck me up the ass! Helpp!" Colossus pushed a finger into her tight asshole and twisted it.
"It does not sound like anyone is going to rescue you you twisted witch." The first savage rape had drawn off some of his rage but there was a great well of anger left and the Impulse Field stoked it and fed it with sadism.
"Emmmaaaaaa!" At last Raven heard an answering voice in her ear.
"I’m…I’m a….mmm…little busy…oh Jason…little busy right now…yes…right now…yes…oh…oh Godddddd…I’ll…I’ll get back…to you…." The White Queen’s voice died out and Mystique, realising she was on her own began to kick and struggle. These actions did her no more good than they had before, she was able to land a few solid blows against Colossus but it was like striking a brick wall and he deflected her feeble attempts at injuring him. In a desperate last ploy Raven tried to bang her own head against the wall to bring her to unconsciousness but again Colossus caught her now damp and sweat stained hair and painfully held her where he wanted her. He moved her to the floor, raising her up on her knees so that her ass was prominent and keeping her thighs somewhat apart so he had access to her cunt as well as his new target.
"Hold her Ilyana." By now Ilyana had found the key to her cuffs and freed herself and the blond girl pulled the dark skinned mutant’s arms out ahead of her, holding her wrists tightly against the floor. Mystique was stretched out, her torso pressing her fine tits against the smooth floor, her head lying despairingly against the same surface. Colossus knelt behind her, his prick already hard again, and he pushed the fingers of his hand into her cunt. "I see you enjoyed that far more than I intended. We’ll correct that now." He smeared her asshole with her own juices, pressed a finger into her and her sphincter gave in, allowing the digit access to her narrowest passage. A faint feeling of hope arose, if he really worked at it he might relax her anus enough so that the proposed violation was bearable. That wasn’t what happened, Colossus took a firm grip of her pelvis and drove his prick firmly into her cunt once again.
"Aaaaaacccccccccccccccch! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Mystique cried out in surprise and with her hips held firmly he was able to penetrate further still, if he’d used any more force she feared he might have broken her cervix. With his prick sticky and slick with her own cum he placed it’s head against the hole he planned to assail.
"No, please Colossus, please nooaaaaaaaghhhhhh!" With a sudden movement he stabbed his weapon at the target and though the impact shook Mystique he glanced away from the orifice without gaining any entrance.
"Please! It’s too big! It…..aaaaaaaaaaagh!" Again he rammed his prick at her and again the sheer difference in size prevented any headway being made.
"No. Pyotr. You can’t. You’ll….oohhhhhhhhhhhh! Nooooooooo! No, Pytor no!" He thrust his cock into her cunt and drove in and out a few times. Raven couldn’t prevent herself becoming aroused again and despite her fear a fraction of her tension dissipated.
"Slow and steady wins this race I think Mystique," said Colossus calmly as he withdrew and her cunt lips closed desperately, trying to suck him back into her. He placed the head of his great prick against her anus and took a firm grip of her hips and then, rather than trying to ram it in in one stroke which had been shown to be impossible, he slowly began to push.
"No! Nooooooooo! Stoppppp! Donnnnnnn’t…!" He relaxed the pressure and sighed as Raven sucked in air, gasping, her resistance apparently successful. Colossus was disappointed with his progress, although he’d forced the sphincter open slightly the passage he was trying to fill was just too narrow to accommodate the terrific uninvited visitor.
"If at first you don’t succeed…" he mused. "Nnnnnnnnnn." He pushed in and made perhaps an eighth of an inch headway. "Nnnnnnnnnn. Nnnnnnnnnnnn." At each push he made an infinitesimal advance. At each push Raven clenched her ass, clenched her teeth and pushed back with all her might. "Try, try again. Nnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggg. Yessssssssss"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggh!" His strength was too great. Despite all her resistance she couldn’t stop him and the engorged head of his prick, almost as big as an apple, passed into her ass. "Nnnnnnnnnnnngggggggg." Mystique tried to eject him, using the control of her muscles she had gained through an intimate knowledge of them engendered by her shape shifting powers she made a powerful try. Against a normal man she would have succeeded but Pyotr Rasputin simply took a firmer grip of her hips and held himself in her.
"I think I’ve forced the lock sister dear. There only remains to kick in the door and plunder the dwelling."
"God, no…please, you’ve made your point…please. Emma, where are you?"
"God yes Pyotr. I want to hear this bitch scream."
Mystique knew he was right. His huge prick was firmly established between her cheeks. She couldn’t believe he had forced her to spread so wide and the sensation of so large an object trapped in her back passage was frightening. Painful, but not unbearable. Yet she knew that this was a mere fraction of the whole, a whole he was clearly determined to inflict on her. Vainly, pointlessly, she tried to force him out again and he didn’t acknowledge this action by pushing back. Instead he waited until she gave up and then he started rocking backwards and forwards. Clenched within her as he was this simply pulled her back and forth with him, as if she were on some sort of leash. Tiring of this game he held her hips steady again.
"Are you ready whore?"
"Nooo, please, no, don’t…aaaaaaaaagggghhhhhhh!" Pyotr pushed hard and as he had predicted, with the lock forced he could make headway.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnn."
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!" Again he drove inwards and another inch or so was crammed into Mystique’s ass then, pulling back, he withdrew a fraction before ramming his hips forwards in a savage thrust.
"Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Mystique’s cry of pain echoed through the room as Colossus drove more than half his length into the target.
"Oh yes. This is sweet. You are so tight, it is as if you have never been fucked up the ass before." As previously described that was the practical truth, even if not the actual one. "Yes, feel my manhood you vixen. Nnnnnng!"
"Aaaaiiiiiiiiiii! Nononononononono!" Mystique wept out cries of negation, begging the Russian to grant her some slight mercy, all in vain as he drove still further into her. Gradually, a fraction at a time, the length of his mighty tool was stuffed into Raven Darkholme’s narrow back passage. The anguish drove thought from her mind and stopped her thinking about the damage that was being done to her. She might have remembered her advice to Moira McTaggart who she had treated in just this way a short while ago, and doubled it. "Nooooooooooooo! It hurtsssssssss! It burnssss!"
Ilyana had let go of her some time ago and had moved forwards, peering at the violated opening, grinning as each agonising inch was pushed in. The fingers of one hand played a rapid rhythm on her clit while she pushed those of the other deep into her own cunt. Orgasms ripped through her at the anal rape of her previous tormentress.
At last Colossus stopped. Not from mercy, but because the entire bulk of his prick was driven into Mystique’s alimentary canal. It closed around his great column like a vice and with a sigh he released her hips. No power of Mystique’s could now try to push him from the position he had conquered and she wept, the tears glistening on her dark face.
"That must be uncomfortable," he proclaimed. "What do you think little sister?"
"Oh god yessssss…yesss…ohh ye godsssss…oh Belasco…." Ilyana was lost, she barely heard the question.
"You know what I think?" A rhetorical question, neither woman could answer him. "I think that now I’ve forced the door I can plunder the dwelling." Mystique didn’t at first understand what he meant until he held her hips tightly again and slowly began to withdraw the object that he had made such an effort to insert. She sighed, gasped, her inner space returning to some semblance of normalcy, until Colossus stopped with just the apple sized head within her again. "Prepare yourself, whore." Having gained access once he could force it again and force it was precisely what he did. His fingers gripped her so tightly they left fingerprints indented in her skin as he swiftly and violently rammed his pelvis forwards. The great prick drove back into the passage it had just withdrawn from a hundred times faster than it had gone in the first time. The shock of the impact caused Mystique to momentarily black out but with such a violent attack she could not retain blessed unconsciousness.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" She screamed like an old fashioned kettle as her torment rose to new levels. Colossus pulled out and almost like a bicycle pump she sucked in air only to expel it in a new scream as he drove into her again. Ilyana writhed and twisted, climaxing again at the sounds of Mystique shrieking to the rhythm of Colossus truly plundering the dwelling. His prick moved faster and faster, the resistance of Raven’s body decreasing by the stroke, only her sighs and screams indicating she had any desire to stop his assault.
Phoenix
Phoenix flew through the halls of the Xavier’s mansion towards the Professor’s office, called by her beloved who needed her. With her telepathic powers she reached out to him through the mind link they shared, a link she had formed with him months ago*, unbreakable, more intimate than intercourse, more binding than marriage. If either of them wished they could become one, feel what the other felt, and for a moment Phoenix was looking through Cyclops’ eyes, feeling with his body.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargggghhhhhhh!" What she saw, what she felt, drove her into an incoherent rage. Her beloved Scott, the one man she trusted above all others, locked in an embrace with her closest friend. More than an embrace, the traitorous bitch was fucking him! Once again the Phoenix force, a primal, savage entity, took over the little of Jean Grey that remained and as her beautiful and naked form flew into the office there was little of humanity left in it. Before her Phoenix saw Storm’s mane of silver hair whipping backwards and forwards, her long dark legs were wrapped around Cyclops’ waist, his prick deep in her snatch as she rose up and down on his pole. Their lips were pressed together in a kiss as passionate as any Jean had ever shared with Scott.
"You bitch! You bastard!" Phoenix stretched out with her anger and a bolt of flame licked across the couple. Storm was incinerated in an instant though her body protected Cyclops such that though hurt and knocked prone the only real damage was to his costume which was suddenly reduced to ashes. He had barely time to release the blackened corpse before Phoenix was upon him. In less time than it takes to describe she was astride him, her white skin and auburn bush replacing Storms black and silver. She plunged down onto his still rampant prick, impaling herself to the hilt.
"Fuck my best friend would you? You bastard!" The rage spilled out over him, lashing him with almost physical force. "You’re mine! Mine! You belong to me!" She rose up and down on his prick like a demented jack-in-the-box, one delicate hand in the centre of his chest, holding him down with strength far in excess of her physical size, the other reached around behind and beneath her cradling his balls.
"But…but…," his protests were swept away by another blast of psychic scorn.
"This is mine," she squeezed his testicles cruelly, "not yours. Mine!" Within seconds the passion of Phoenix broke through all of Cyclops’ legendary self control and he was fountaining his orgasm deep into her womb. The mind-link working both ways his climax triggered hers and she writhed and gasped, the Phoenix force expanding to fill the room as bright as a super nova before dying away, resurging in pulses as aftershocks of the incredible climax rippled through her.
(* Uncanny X-Men Issue 133 – all knowing Lou)
Storm
Storm turned off the communicator having begun what she hoped would be the mutant team’s resistance to the assault that was going on. She tried to think clinically knowing that her strongest suite, her emotions, were suspect. She tried to ignore the enormous thrill she had gained from watching Kitty defiled though her sense of smell, nearly as sharp as Wolverine’s, could easily detect the scent of her arousal. "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," she said.
Scott nodded and Ororo was relieved to see that he was beginning to focus on the danger they faced, that he was no longer overwhelmed by the images of rape and violence he had almost become addicted to.
"I’ll stay here and try to contact the Professor while I wait for them," he began, "you head down to the danger room and…" He stopped speaking suddenly and stood still as if momentarily paralysed.
"Scott?" Ororo passed a hand across the front of his visor.
"Ororo I…" His voice faded away and he clearly couldn’t see or hear Ororo as she was. She gingerly touched his face with her finger tips, he was warm, almost fevered, and she could see that he was still greatly aroused from the way his uniform was tented by his erection. She had a momentary, unclean urge to caress his prick when Cyclops came to life again, extending his arms around some imaginary being and allowing his mouth to open.
"Aaaaaaaaah," Scott sighed, and then seemed to struggle slightly against who or whatever he saw. "Ohhh, we can’t…there’s something…oh…wrong."
Ororo stepped back having suddenly realised roughly what it was that Cyclops was seeing, disgust warring with excitement as she watched his pelvis drive forwards as if spearing an invisible target and it was at this moment that Phoenix, incandescent with anger, clad only in the fire of the Phoenix force, flew into the room. Storm leapt backwards at Jean’s entrance, her deep blue eyes widening at the sight of her friend’s naked form, feeling something she did not understand stir deep within her.
"You bitch! You bastard!" Ororo gave up all thought of calming Phoenix at the sound of her voice, poisoned with rage, and instead looked to escape. However, the ire of the demi-god was targeted at her lover and a bolt of flame licked across his form. Storm was surprised he was not instantly reduced to a charred skeleton but though hurt and knocked prone Cyclops’ only real damage was to his costume which was suddenly burnt to ashes. Ororo watched, dumbfounded as Phoenix fell upon him, in less time than it takes to describe she was astride him, guiding his rigid prick between her legs. She plunged down onto his still rampant prick, impaling herself to the hilt.
"Fuck my best friend would you? You bastard!" The rage spilled out over him, and ebbed across the room in waves. Storm felt her own pulse racing, her own ire rising, and was seized with the desire to fight Phoenix for him, to summon up a hurricane to quench the fire of the Phoenix. Somehow her rational mind broke through the emotions which seemed to be feeding on some external force, some deep well of darkness. To attack Phoenix now, even with force which would level the mansion, was little short of suicide, and would certainly slay Cyclops, not claim him. Instead Storm fled from the room before Phoenix noticed her. With her friend’s cries of triumph echoing behind her and the image of Jean plunging up and down on Scott’s prick burned into her mind Ororo slipped from the devastated room.
"Goddess!" She only hoped that the rest of the X-Men were still rational, still capable of banding together into the team that had saved the world so many times. They would have taken her warning seriously, if they had been able to receive it, they should be gathered in the danger room. Half flying, half running Storm made record time to the lift to the underground heart of the School for Gifted Youngsters but rather than waiting for the lift itself she simply plunged into the darkness of the lift shaft and created a sudden updraft to slow her fall, flying gracefully into the currently inanimate danger room, her cloak billowing behind her.
Inside she was disappointed and somewhat frightened to see only Alex Summers, Scott’s younger brother, also known as Havoc, who’s mutant power was as destructive as his elder brother’s though not nearly so difficult to control. She landed gently, standing with her feet apart, forgetting that she was naked from the waist down. Havoc gazed on her statuesque beauty and whistled appreciatively.
"Where are the rest of the X-Men?" she demanded. "Didn’t you hear my orders?"
Suddenly all the wind was knocked out of her as Nightcrawler came flying across the room from where he had been crouched, all but invisible. One arm encircled her waist as, in a display of gymnastic excellence, his leap carried them both across the room to land in a heap together.
"Of course we heard," he laughed cheerfully, "and of course I came as quickly as I could. Rescuing damsels in distress is my speciality." Despite her shock and surprise Storm laughed too until Nightcrawler turned towards her. The look on his face was far from friendly. "And you are, most definitely, in distress."
Mastermind
Jason cried out in ecstasy and spurted cum all over the White Queen’s face and hair, swaying unsteadily in the aftershock of climax. She pinched his softening prick between finger and thumb as she stood.
"Now you’d really better stop them," she repeated, annoyingly, and making no effort to wipe the slime from her face she scanned the various screens and sensors. "I see what you mean about the peaks. Phoenix has taken this off the scale." She slapped her hand cruelly against Impulse’s ass. "If it gets any stronger our shields might not hold." Emma’s upper class New England voice was beginning to grate deeply on Jason’s nerves, the whining yankee bitch. Always complaining, always just one more thing, and always aping proper English manners while being barely able to even speak the language.
"Shut up!" Mastermind snapped, and he backhanded the blond telepath viciously. It felt good, and he considered ignoring the X-Men and just reminding the White Queen that her entire country was in rebellion against the true queen. Fortunately for her she took the hint and stepped back out of his way allowing him to concentrate on fixing Scott Summers properly. His irritation at Emma was forgotten as he got the chance to play with Summers’ mind; he had hated the leader of the X-Men ever since he had realised that no matter how he manipulated Jean Grey she would always consider him a lesser man. He, Jason Wyngard, lesser than some jumped up colonial peasant.
The mind-tap device that Emma had designed a few years ago for use on Phoenix* had been developed since then, it could now be tuned in to any target’s mind as long as a there was a recording of their brain wave pattern. The tap in Cerebro had provided this data for all of the X-Men, past and present, and after a second to re-set it for Cyclops Jason could fill his mind with whatever images he wished. There was a temptation to directly attack him, to assail him with visions of horror that might even prove fatal, but reluctantly Mastermind resisted this. For one thing it might act against the growth of the Impulse Field and for another Scott had one of the strongest minds he knew of and such an attack might come to nothing. Instead Jason smiled and chose an indirect assault which a stuffed shirt like Scott couldn’t possibly handle.
"Do you know if Storm’s a virgin?" he asked. "I like to get things right."
"Hmmm? Well, she might have been," replied Emma, "but I borrowed her body once** and she certainly isn’t any more. Remind me to tell you about it sometime." She chuckled, and watched the view of Xavier’s office as Cyclops and Storm responded to Mastermind’s latest attack. "Oh, very good," she laughed as she worked out what he had done. "But what are you going to do about her?" she pointed at Phoenix who had flown into the room clothed only in her anger.
Mastermind was already trying to maintain the illusion under the increased stress of having to deceive Phoenix as well as Cyclops and sweat beaded on his brow. He staggered as the enraged mutant attacked what she saw as her rival and some of the psychic force of her assault was transferred through the mind-tap back to him.
"What!? What?" Emma demanded as he stood, wiping a thin trail of blood from his nose. "What happened? Storm got away, she’ll be trouble now. I hope you have a plan for."
CRACK!
Unable to restrain himself any longer Jason lunged forwards and brought his forehead down against the White Queen’s brow.
"Would you fucking shut up! You’re always bloody whinging!" Emma fell to the floor as if pole axed and groggily tried to rise. "Now keep your bloody mouth shut unless you want another taste of the Glaswegian martial art." When angry Jason’s upbringing in the gutters of east London showed through and he grabbed Emma’s left arm and wrenched her to her feet. A small part of him might have wished to leave it at that but the expression of his irritation had caused his prick to harden again and instead he span her about and slammed her waist into the desk before the monitors.
"Ooooooooof!" Jason felt, rather than heard, the air expelled from her lungs as he bent her arm painfully behind her back and forced her forwards. With his other hand he reached for the damp silk of her panties, pulling the gusset aside and stroking the length of her snatch. "Sssssssssssss," Emma sighed.
Without further ado Mastermind placed the head of his prick at the entrance to her cunt and drove swiftly and smoothly within.
"Noooooooo. You bastard!" Emma protested as his pelvis came sharply against her smooth white ass. "Owwwwwwww!" In response to her complaint he yanked her arm further up her back, threatening to break it.
"Shut up you slut! White Queen? White Whore more like!" As he abused her he slid in and out of her, not hard but firmly, brooking no resistance. "You’ve been teasing me for hours with your posh voice and your sly looks. Now you get fucked you cheap tart!"
"Oh God, don’t…," she gasped. Her denial further angered him and he began to hammer into her with as much force as he could muster, each thrust driving her pelvis into the hard plastic of the edge of the desk. Focussed on the platinum blond hair and slender form before him Jason didn’t notice Colossus’ rape of Mystique though Emma could barely miss it since her face was almost pressed against the screen. However, impaled on Jason’s prick being driven towards her first orgasm she wasn’t in any state to pay much attention.
"Take it all bitch!" Jason demanded, drilling into her as if he was trying to force his way through her slender form and into the desk beneath. A holy fire burnt in his veins and Emma writhed in ecstasy beneath him, a savage orgasm ripping through her leaving her gasping for air and clenching her vaginal muscles around his fast moving cock. If anything her climax excited him more, his prick became harder, longer even, so huge he thought he might burst and he hammered into her with renewed vigour. He could sense another climax building in the fragile woman beneath him and he drove on, trying to force it from her. As she teetered on the edge, her breathing almost stopped, totally absorbed in the moment, both she and Jason finally heard Mystique’s increasingly desperate pleas through the speaker.
"Christ Emma! Christ, he’s going to fuck me up the ass! Helpp!" The real fear in their team mate’s voice caused both of them a momentary pause and they glanced at the screen.
"She’s right, he is," agreed Mastermind laconically, resuming his thrusting into Emma’s cunt, starting slowly but accelerating the tempo rapidly.
"Emmmaaaaaa!" The cry from her ally roused the White Queen from the almost drunken stupor she had sunk into.
"I’m…I’m a….mmm…little busy…" she began as Mastermind’s thrusts returned to the savage hilting penetrations of a few moments before. "Oh Jason…little busy right now…yes…right now…yes…oh…oh Godddddd…" For a few moments she had really intended to activate the escape plan for Mystique but now she could think of nothing but the incredible sensations of the violent and oh-so-satisfying fucking she was receiving and so she left the Rumanian mutant to her fate. "I’ll…I’ll get back…to you…." Emma barely managed to switch off the communicator before she began screaming out her climax, her high pitched shrieking in ecstasy echoed around the RV as she was driven to peak after peak. Her whole body shook in Jason’s grip and the muscles of her quim gripped him as if in a fist, squeezed him and released him, squeezed and released in time with her multiple climax. He could no longer maintain his thrusts, only stand and give himself up to the sensation as it felt as if Emma’s whole body was coaxing his seed from him.
"Rrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgghhhhh!!!" With a roar of victory, victory over Emma, over Sebastian, over Scott Summers too, he came. Even after the two previous climaxes he flooded her womb, an apparently endless stream of cum burst from his prick, spilling out of her fuck tunnel and smearing her thighs and the desk beneath them. Jason staggered backwards, awe struck, at last releasing Emma who sank to the floor with a stupid grin painted on her face.
"Now you slut, get up and get Mystique out of there. You were right about one thing, your shields aren’t holding the Impulse Field out as well as you hoped. With Phoenix pouring the power out we’re an order of magnitude stronger than we anticipated, if someone doesn’t do something about her soon it will probably kill Impulse, to say nothing of the effect on anyone within about twenty-five miles." Emma got groggily to her knees and glanced at the screen which showed Jean astride Scott, both were in the grip of a sexual frenzy and she could see from the monitor that Mastermind was right, the feedback loop from Phoenix threatened to overload the entire system and the tormented mutant who powered it.
(* Uncanny X-Men Issue 134 – that’s Miss Frost to you)
(** Uncanny X-Men Issue 151 – oh, alright, you can call me Lou)