The following is a very, very nasty, sick little story that
you probably shouldn't read because it's like, um, real bad and all (by
the way I'm a Professor of Grammar and Literature at Harvard University).
This story contains not only descriptions of non-consensual sex,
but also rape. It also contains male domination, female domination, anal
and oral sex (and straight male/female sex as well for all you
old stick-in-the-muds).
If any of the above themes are likely to offend you in any way,
shape or form, I figure it might be a good idea to avoid the story. If
you read on, I won't be held responsible for any mental, physical, social
or emotional problems it causes... geez, do I look like your momma?
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state to view pornography before you can read this. If you're below
that age and read this anyway, you're committing a crime. I'm not, but
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permission to use their characters, but am using them anyway. Since I'm
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Crimson Dawn Part 1/7
I am The Watcher, it is my duty to view, but to never interfere
in, the progression of the human race. To follow humanity's achievements
and their falls, to chart their eventual ascension from their homes on
Earth, or their descent back into the ooze from whence they sprang. It
has been both my joy and my despair to watch humanity....
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The Watcher paused, lifting one eyebrow in confusion, was someone
banging at the entrance to it's abode?
BANG! BANG! BANGBANG!!!
The Watcher began to move down one of the long corridors in the
large dome sitting in The Blue Area of The Moon, where there was a basic
atmosphere on this part of The Moon where human's could exist, although
probably not in any kind of comfort.
Checking one of it's monitors, its face seemed to collapse into
despair.
"No!" cried The Watcher,"Not him, anyone but him!"
"COME ON!" cried the being at the entrance to The Dome,"OPEN
UP, UATU! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!!"
Uatu slid into the Watcher equivalent of a broom closet, drawing
it's arms around it's drawn up knees and ducking it's large, over-sized
head.
"Maybe if I keep quiet," Uatu said to himself desperately,"Maybe
he'll go away."
The banging and yelling continued for a few minutes, then finally
things went quiet.
"Oh thank goodness," gasped Uatu,"Thank goodness he's gone."
The broom closet opened.
"Uatu," laughed the other Watcher, smiling down at him,"Why are
you hiding in there?"
"Huh.... oh, hello there, Ubai."
"So, cuz, hope you don't mind me letting myself in, but I think
your closet is soundproofed or something."
Ubai was not dressed like most Watchers, who wore large, flowing
blue capes with neck guards and big medallions over white, greek-like
tunics. Rather, he was wearing form fitting, black velvet with a short
black cape coming down to just above his knees. Also, new since they had
last met, he had a small golden stud in his left eyebrow and a blood red
bandanna around his over-sized, bald head.
Uatu resigned himself to having the black sheep in the family
come and visit and hauled himself up, moving down the corridor and trying
to keep an air of dignity about him.
"I brought around some brewskis," laughed Ubai, then lowered his
voice to a whisper,"And some wacky weed for later."
Uatu sighed.
"Oh yeah!" cried Ubai as they entered the huge viewing chamber
that sat at the highest point of the dome, in the clear roof the two
Watchers had a clear view of Earth,"I forgot, you got one o' dem Phat
dimensional viewers, don't you?"
"Fat?" asked Uatu, wondering how a machine could be considered
fat.
"Yeah, you know, dope!"
"I hardly think insults are in order...."
"Ahhh, forget it!" laughed Ubai, slapping Uatu on the shoulder,
putting the now confused Watcher off balance.
A large, plush couch appeared as if from nowhere, and Ubai leaped
up onto it, sitting directly in front of the dimensional viewer.
"Let's check out what's happening in some of the
alternate Universe's," he laughed,"Could be fun."
"It is far from fun," replied Uatu, his face grim,"It is a sacred
duty that we have sworn to..."
"Yadda, yadda yadda, whatever man, let's just watch."
"Very well," said Uatu, not bothering to ask why Ubai didn't stay
on HIS moon around HIS planet and use HIS dimensional viewer. Most likely
it had been repossessed by the other Watcher's.... again, or maybe he'd
broken it... again,"There is a particular alternate dimension that has
held considerable interest for me recently."
"Yeah, dude, what's happening?"
"Well, unlike the mainstream Universe, in this Universe the Legacy
Virus has been cured, mutants and humans are more tolerable of each other,
Magneto and Apocalypse have been removed from the scene, as was Sinister,
although he returned from another alternate dimension recently, when
a being called Onslaught, a combination of the worst of Xavier and Magneto's
psyches, returned the world to The Age Of Apocalypse. It took the sacrifice
of both Xavier and Magneto to stop Onslaught and...." (*)
Ubai made a horrendously overdone snoring noise, letting Uatu
know that he found this particular subject considerably boring.
"Nah, man, I don't mean interesting alternate dimensions, I mean
INTERESTING alternate dimensions, you know what I mean!"
Uatu shook his head,"I fail to see the difference
between interesting alternate realities and INTERESTING alternate realities,
except for a particular emphasis on the word interesting in the second
case."
Ubai shook his head with a smile, then picked up a remote that
hadn't been there earlier and started flicking through dimensions like a
bored man channel surfing.
"Crap, crap, crap, Armageddon, crap, crap, crap, more crap, what's
this?"
"This is the dimension I told you about," said Uatu, brightening
slightly as an image of a man sitting on a doctors table appeared,"Currently
this man, Jessie Duncans, has discovered that he has The Legacy Virus, and
he...."
"Nah, nah fuck that man," muttered Ubai as the focus of the viewer
shifted, revealing a purple haired woman with a strange red tattoo over her
left eye,"Who's that?"
"That is Elizabeth Braddock, a member of the outlaw mutant group,
The X-Men, also known as Psylocke."
"She's a hot number, what's with the tattoo? Is that the mystical
symbol of the Crimson Dawn?"
"Yes, yes it is," replied Uatu, confused.
"Oh yeah! That's so phat!"
Again, Uatu did not see how a mystical symbol could be considered
fat?
"Don't you get it man," laughed Ubai,"That's the mark of Kuragari,
Proctor of The Crimson Dawn!"
"And?"
"And he's a sick, sadistic, sonuvabitch!"
"Oh."
"Yeah, what a dude! Some of the shit this guy gets up too, it's
just too hot!"
"His excretions are hot?"
Ubai slapped his thigh and laughed,"Good one, man!"
He leaned forward, eyeing Betsy's symbol with a critical eye,"The
symbol is dead," he muttered,"That means that Kuragari holds no power over
her."
"Yes," said Uatu,"Although it was hidden from the main accounts
of this dimension due to the huge events that have transpired there
recently, but the being known as Onslaught took exception to Kuragari's
domination over Psylocke and severed the links to the Crimson Dawn using
his incredible psionic abilities."
"Damn, I wish he hadn't."
"Well, in a way he didn't," said Uatu,"Remember that for every
possibility there exists a reality, and in one of those Onslaught may
not have felt threatened by Kuragari."
"That's an idea," muttered Ubai, startling Uatu who had been
thinking out loud more than anything (something he did often, living alone
as he did),"There must be a dimension somewhere we could watch."
Dimensions began flicking across the viewer, Ubai
mentally commanding the viewer as all Watcher's were capable of doing.
Finally it settled on one particular dimension and an image began to swim
into focus.
"Here's one," laughed Ubai,"Should be good, in this one Onslaught
hasn't formed, although the seeds have been sown. So Kuragari should still
have his mystical link to Psylocke."
"Interesting," said Uatu,"I am curious as to what Kuragari will
do after being imprisoned for so long inside his own realm."
"Oh you have no fucking idea," laughed Ubai, settling back on
the couch to watch.
Uatu started to wonder if maybe this wasn't such a good idea
after all, but then they became immersed in the alternate dimension,
and all such doubts became abstract.
(*) All of this is recounted in fuller details in my previous
stories, Herald Of Armageddon and Age Of Onslaught, both available upon
request from me at : dimitri_resides@yahoo.com
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Crimson Dawn.
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Jean Grey, known to the world at large as Phoenix, a member of
the mutant outlaw group named X-Men, collapsed onto the bed facefirst and
just lay still, too exhausted to even roll over or take off her clothes.
"Ooohh," groaned Scott Summers - known as Cyclops, field leader
of The X-Men and her husband - as he struggled to pull off his tight
fitting, constrictive uniform.
"Tired?" she moaned.
"Exhausted," he returned, slumping down on the bed next to her.
From outside they heard a splash of water, followed
almost immediately by giggles and harsh whispers to keep quiet in the
unmistakable accents of two of their teammates.
"Rogue and Gambit, those two don't ever get tired," chuckled Scott,
lying on his back with his arm resting against the visor he constantly wore
to keep the powerful optic blasts that fired from his eyes from blasting
free.
"They've got alot of lost time to make up for it," groaned Jean, she
smiled,"Still, I must be getting old, I'm almost ready to tell them to keep
it down."
Until recently, Rogue had been incapable of touching the skin of
another living being without absorbing their memories and, if contact was
extended, their very lives. When she came into contact with super-powered
beings or mutants, she also absorbed their powers.
But since the final conflict with The Ire Codra, her powers had
at first been faded to the point of non-existence, then steadily returned
to a point where she was capable of controlling them. Now she and her
lover, Gambit, were spending some 'quality time' in the lake out back of
The Mansion, right by the boathouse where Jean and Scott lived.
"That reminds me," muttered Scott,"I didn't have any time to ask
before the mission, but did you have any luck finding him?"
"No," she said, her face sad,"He's still shielding himself completely
from everyone, he doesn't want any distractions while he looks for Magneto."
Scott nodded, he understood The Professor's obsession, but that
didn't mean he had to like it.
When The Ire Codra, beings defying description as either enemies
of a spiritual, mystical, technological or evolved kind, had attempted to
leech the life-force of the planet it had taken the combined might of
The X-Men and Magneto to stop them.
In the end, the huge Pulse Refractor had charged out of control
and turned on it's masters, sucking their life from them. It had then
tried to complete it's mission by draining the mystical ley-lines of The
Earth. Magneto had reached deep into the magnetic spectrum of the planet
and overextended himself, turning the refractor back on itself. The last
that any of them had seen of Magneto was a powerful, silver light that
blasted out in a huge EM Pulse that rocketed across kilometers of The
Savage Land. The only living beings at ground zero had been Xavier and
Rogue, two of the people Magneto felt closest too. Xavier had tried to
shield Rogue and himself, but she'd broken away in an attempt to help
Magneto, and been blasted by the magnetic wave. When she came to, Xavier
was gone, leaving a message saying that he wouldn't return until he'd found
Magneto.
Despite Jean's best efforts, she had been unable to locate The
Professor, he had turned aside all of her and Cerebro's attempts to find
him.
Ignoring the splashes and giggles that soon turned to splashes
and happy moans of pleasure, Jean began to drift off to sleep, as did
Scott beside her.
In a darkened corner of the room, neither noticed Psylocke standing
amongst the shadows, almost as if she was a part of them. The mark of
the Crimson Dawn on her face glowed softly and she smiled smugly to
herself.
It began.
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Jean became slowly aware of a pain in her lower back. With a
groan she tried to shift in her sleep, but the mattress seemed as hard
as rock, gritty and uncomfortable.
With a moan, still half-asleep, she reached under her back (which
she must have rolled onto during her sleep) to grab at whatever she was
lying on, thinking it was probably nothing more than the remote control.
She frowned, her eyes still closed, as her fingers grasped what
felt like a hard rock.
She opened her eyes slowly at first, then they opened wide, she
was in absolute and total shock.
Above her, stretching out as far as the eye could see was a blood
red sky. Dark, sick looking clouds ranged here and there, far in the
distance a giant mountain slit the horizon, reaching for the sky, stabbing
at it almost with it's spiked, rocky tip.
Looking up she was she was lying in a large valley surrounded
on all sides - except that she'd initially been looking in - by vast,
sheer cliff faces made of black, forbidding rock.
"Welcoming view, isn't it," chuckled a deep, gravely voice from
behind her.
She spun about, pushing herself to her feet, pink TK energy
flowing from her clenched fists. For the first time she realized she
was wearing her X-Men Uniform.
"Relax," laughed the being she found herself facing, someone she'd
never met before but instinctively distrusted.
"Come now," he said, smiling and revealing teeth that were a
vibrant white in contrast to his obsidian skin,"Do not let my appearance
deceive you."
His appearance was imposing indeed, he stood high above her, close
to seven feet tall. His jet black skin was stretched tight over his
broad, well muscled body. He was shirtless, wearing loose, baggy red
pants and not footwear. His hair was swept back and spiky, his eyes
glowing a dangerous looking crimson. Over his left eye was a familiar
symbol, the same as that of her teammate - Psylocke - a curved, crimson
dagger. Bandages were wrapped tightly about his wrists, perhaps to
accentuate the thick muscles of his arms, and a thin, leather strap
circled his right shoulder, holding a large staff with two huge blades
on either end.
"Who are you?" she asked him, lowering her raised fists, the
pink psionic energy fading but still remaining, ready to be called up if
necessary.
"My name is Kuragari," he said with that same easy grin,"I am
The Proctor of The Crimson Dawn."
"Tar is Proctor of The Crimson Dawn," replied Jean, trying to
sound as if she knew all about the Dawn. All she did know was what
Wolverine had told her after he and Angel had ventured into that realm to
find a way to repair the damage done to Psylocke by Sabretooth. (*)
"Tar was, at best, a custodian," replied Kuragari, and now his
grin seemed arrogant, as if he was laughing at some private joke,"I am
The First and Forever Proctor, this realm and all in it are mine to do
with as I please."
"Really," said Jean, looking around,"And why am I here then?"
"At the request of my Ultimate Undercloak," replied Kuragari, as
if the answer was obvious,"She has an interest in you, one that I share."
"That's nice," said Jean,"But I'm tired, I just finished
a particularly difficult mission. I don't want to appear rude, but I'd
like to go home now."
"But you are here now," said Kuragari, still smiling,"And I want
you to stay."
"And I don't want to," said Jean, scowling.
Kuragari threw back his head and laughed.
"You find something funny?" asked Jean, consciously raising the
level of psionic energy dancing about his hand, which was getting ready
to become a fist again.
"Yes," said Kuragari, still smiling,"It never fails to amuse me
when my new slaves continue to labor under the misapprehension that their
wants count for anything."
Jean didn't hesitate, she launched herself forward and swung
her fist, blazing with psionic energy, at Kuragari. Faster than she could
follow, he stepped forward and to the side, so that her punch completely
missed him and she left herself completely open to attack. He reached out
with one huge arm and caught her wrist, and something she'd never expected
before happened. The pink energy blazing around her arm faded, struggled
back to life, faded again, flickered back for a second and then fizzled
out completely.
"What?" she cried, and then she was being slammed into the hard
ground, Kuragari holding her down easily as she struggled for freedom.
"Stupid animal," he chuckled,"You didn't listen to me, I told
you I was Proctor of The Crimson Dawn, and that this realm and all in it
are mine to do with as I please... and now you're in my realm."
(*) Look up Uncanny X-Men 328-330 if you don't believe me, and
by the way, those are real comics, not stories by me, so don't ask me
to send them to you!
End Part 1/7
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