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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Crimson Dawn Part 2/7
Dr. Stephen Strange collapsed into his easy chair with a groan,
his body moaning and groaning from the various aches and pains that
shouldn't be affecting him.
He'd spent the last two days engaged in a mystical battle with
Dormammu, trying to keep the gates of Hell from being opened. He'd
succeeded... just, and now his psyche had transferred the pains of that
battle to his physical self.
"Master," said a voice from his side.
"Please, Wong," said Strange with a sigh,"I thought we were
beyond that, I've told you to call me Stephen."
"Very well, Master," said Wong,"There is someone here to see you."
"I'm not receiving today, Wong," muttered Strange,"Send them away."
Something smacked him on the head, light enough not to hurt, hard
enough to get his attention.
His eyes flew open and he sat straight up.
"Be more polite!" snapped the diminutive figure before him,
glowering up at The Master Of The Mystic Arts, Sorcerer Supreme of The
The Planet Earth.
"Gomurr," he sighed,"Why are you here?"
Gomurr whacked him again, lighter this time,"Be polite! I am not
just Gomurr, I am Gomurr The Ancient?"
"You find this amusing, Wong?" asked Strange, seeing his former
Manservant and now friend trying to hide a smirk.
"Speak not to stereotypical servant!" snapped Gomurr,"Speak to
Elder and better!"
"Stereotypical?" asked Wong.
"What is the problem, Gomurr?" asked Strange.
"Oh? Yes, problem, problem is not much, just that world going
to end soon, that's all."
-
"Let go of me!" screamed Jean.
"Okay," said Kuragari, releasing her and stepping back from her.
She stared up at him distrustfully, what the hell was going on?
"What the hell is going on?" she asked, echoing her thoughts.
Kuragari sat backwards, and as he did so the land beneath him
rose up fluidly to form a throne for him to sit on.
"Let me explain carefully," said Kuragari,"I am Proctor Of The
Crimson Dawn, you are currently in The Crimson Dawn. All inhabitants
of The Crimson Dawn are there to serve me, to be ruled by me, they are
there for my needs, for my pleasure."
"I'm not an inhabitant of The Crimson Dawn," replied Jean,"And
I'm not here to serve your needs."
"Yes you are," replied Kuragari simply.
"No I'm not!"
"Yes. You are," he replied calmly.
Jean closed her fist and tried to form a psi-blade, but nothing
happened.
"This is a mystical realm," said Kuragari with a slight
chuckle,"It does not answer to the laws of the physical, nor even the
mental planes. All that occurs in this realm occurs because I demand it
to."
"So you've blocked my powers, somehow," growled Jean, stepping
backwards,"But I've been trained by some of the best in the world, take
one step towards me and I'll make you suffer."
Kuragari's grin just grew wider, he stood up and took exactly
one step towards her.
"I'm waiting," he said.
Jean hesitated, then something pushed her from behind and she
ran into Kuragari's chest. She tried to remember some of the tricks that
Wolverine had taught her, she brought her foot up to just beneath his
knee and kicked as hard as she could, but Kuragari's flesh seemed to be
like a solid mass, it barely yielded to her attack. She drove one open
arm into his side, trying to hit the bundle of nerves which
would incapacitate him at least momentarily, but again she could barely
make his skin yield.
Still she didn't give up, she brought both arms up hard, turning
them on an angle so that the hard bone of the forearm where it connected to
her wrists was brought up hard against his chin. And all it did was hurt
her hands.
Almost indifferently he pushed her back with one hand, and she
stumbled backwards towards the sheer cliff-face. When she hit it, she
felt something grab her arms, was it the same person who had pushed her
forward? She twisted about and her eyes widened in shock when she saw
what it was trying to grab her.
Somehow the wall of the cliff had grown arms which were blindly
reaching out for something, anything at all. Before she could react,
however, other arms pulled out of the ground and grabbed her thighs, they
twisted her about and the arms grabbed her by the shoulders, slamming her
back into the wall.
"HUFF!" she cried out, the wind knocked out of her. Before she
could react, other arms ripped free from the cliff and grabbed at her
uniform at her ankles, her shoulders, around her neck, the small of her
back and below her breasts.
"Kuragari!" she cried out,"What are you doing!"
"Enjoying myself," muttered Kuragari, standing back from the
arms and watching her with obvious anticipation.
That's when it happened, the hands gripping her uniform tightened
their grip, braced slightly and then pulled away, ripping her uniform from
her body.
Jean gasped out in total shock, somehow this was something she
had never expected. Despite the number of times she'd been captured or
held prisoner by sickos, weirdoes or supervillians, she'd never seemed in
any danger of rape, she'd never even considered the inherent dangers of
the tight, form-fitting uniform she wore. She'd sensed people's lustful
thoughts about her before when she'd walked down the street, despite her
psi-screens quite often thoughts would pop in. She'd heard in her head
everyone from young boys to old men to even the occasional female thinking
about how much they loved the way her ass moved, or her firm breasts or
beautiful hair.
But never anything like this, she'd never encountered what she now
knew was coming.
She was wearing bra and panties of course, but they soon followed
the same fate as her costume. The hands ripped them away and she was
entirely exposed, completely naked in front of this strange being, this
Kuragari.
"Excellent," laughed the Proctor,"You are every bit as fine a
specimen as I was told you would be."
He stepped forward and cast an appreciative eye over her. She tried
to keep impassive, to look as if her nakedness didn't bother her, but she
could feel her body trembling, and she was beginning top sweat, making her
body glisten and appear all the more erotic.
"Excellent breasts," murmured Kuragari, as if he was inspecting
livestock. He reached out and circled one of her nipples with his finger.
She flinched at his touch and made to cry out her defiance... and a new
hand from the cliff covered her mouth and gagged her,"Large, but firm."
He grabbed one in his hand and roughly kneaded it,"Yes, firm but
not overly so, they retain a certain plumpness which I like," he gave one
last squeeze before running his hand down her waist,"Narrow waist, good
hips, legs are firm and toned, not so muscular as to lose their femininity,
I like that."
"Mmmmmffff!!!" cried Jean in outrage as she felt Kuragari reach
between her thighs and cup her vaginal mound. A finger slipped up inside
of her.
"Nice and tight, I'm not sure how you can have had a child and
yet retain such a tight cunt," muttered Kuragari, then he chuckled,"But
I'm not complaining." (*)
"Vaginal hair is shaved around the lips and pantyline, nice little
rectangle of pubic hair... you're a natural red-head, that's good."
Jean's eyes rolled in her head, this was outrageous! This was
incredible, this was just unbelievable! How could this be happening?
"Good face," he muttered, clutching her by the chin and looking
her face over,"Lovely eyes, green has always been a favorite color of
mine... everything her is so dark."
"Mmmmpffggllll!!!" cried Jean.
"Yes, I'm sure," replied Kuragari absently, then, as if coming to
a decision he turned about and spoke,"You have chosen well, my dark Queen,
my Ultimate Undercloak, I shall take her."
(*) Oh no, I ain't even bothering to try to explain this one again,
suffice it to say that Jean has a son twenty years older than her who was
born via her clone which was created by a mad geneticist after
she sacrificed her life in order to make up for a cosmic powered entity
wiping out a solar system (complex, ain't it, well don't complain to me,
take it up with Chris Claremont!)
Jean's eyes widened and her voice cried out from behind the hand
covering her mouth, but Kuragari paid no attention.
He grabbed the waist of his baggy, red pants and pulled a small
red fold away, and his pants collapsed down around his ankles.
"MMMMMPHHHLLL!!!" screamed Jean as Kuragari's muscular lower body
was revealed, he stood still for a moment, flexing his muscular buttocks
almost as if he was showing off to Jean, and then he turned around.
Jean had been protesting and straining against the arms before,
but now she went wild, bucking and thrusting in her attempts to escape.
Kuragari just laughed,"Plenty of time for that later," he said,
he looked down at his groin,"Impressive, isn't it?"
Kuragari's cock was like a fat slab of black marble, a rough, crude
and seemingly unfinished sculpture. It was only half hard and already
nine inches long. It began to bob up steadily as he approached her.
"Prepare her," he said.
The hands gripping her shifted and twisted her, changing the angle
she was being held on, putting her on a 45 degree angle so that Kuragari
could get access to her vagina. The hands grabbed her thighs and pulled
them open, she tried to fight it but she was battling the unfeeling strength
of stone, her thighs were easily opened and just as easily held that way.
Kuragari was fully erect now, his cock easily over three inches
wide and at least eleven inches long. He moved forward and stepped between
the disbelieving Jean's thighs. She stared at him in total shock, still
struggling, still unable to register that this could possibly be happening.
"Ahhh, this is almost as good as the actual moment of penetration,
almost as good as the feeling of entry, this is the moment of anticipation,
Jean Grey, the moment before I take you and make you mine."
Jean's body strained uselessly against the arms holding her in
place just above the ground. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she
bit at the stone hand gripping her mouth, but it was helpless, it was
inevitable.
She moaned in denial when she felt the tip of his thick cock press
against the opening to her vagina. She cried out against the stone hand,
she felt rage at what was happening to her, at her ineffectiveness to
stop it.
And then he did it.
With a thrust forward, her cuntlips parted before him and his cock
pushed forward into her pussy.
"NMMMMGGHHH!!!" screamed Jean.
He didn't stand on ceremony, he didn't think about her pleasure
or discomfort. With a hard thrust, The Proctor Of The Crimson Dawn shoved
over half of his cock, over six inches of fat meat hard into her tight
cunt.
"YES!!!" cried out Kuragari,"YOU TIGHT BITCH! YES!"
- NO! - she cried out, her body had been resisting up to this
point, but with his penetration into her all the fight seemed to have
gone from her body, - Scott! Help me! He's raping me!!!!!"
As fast as he could, Kuragari was pumping his hips forward,
grinding his thick cock into cunt while the arms gripping her hips forced
her up to meet his hips. His hands grabbed onto her large breasts,
squeezing and kneading them eagerly as he began to pull his cock from her
pussy. Once he was close to being out of her cunt he shoved forward again,
eliciting another cry of denial from Jean, desperate to get away from
the rapist.
His first penetration of her cunt had been difficult, she hadn't
been lubricated beyond the usual wetness of the interior of her cunt. But
his sweat, coupled with her own was providing a little more, and with
her cunt now a little more stretched he was able to get more in with his
second thrust, and even more with his third until finally he was thrusting
hard and fast into her unwilling cunt, fucking her eagerly, raping the
red-headed mutant.
Jean lay still, her mind still protesting but her body exhausted
and unable to keep up her ineffectual attempts to pull free from her
stone captors. She was also trying to come to terms with the feeling of
his huge slab of cockmeat being thrust in and out of her pussy, completely
and totally against her will.
Now that his strokes were getting easier access he began to get
into a steady motion, riding her at a good pace, pushing his cock in and
out of her cunt, fucking the redhead good and hard. He could feel her
pussy squeeze and stroke his penis as she made a half-hearted attempt
to pull away and escape the next, inevitable, raping stroke. He moaned
deep in his throat, smiling smugly as her attempts to get away just
increased his pleasure. He just pushed forward a little faster, a little
harder, slamming his hips forward, ramming against her pussy and her
asscheeks.
His thrusts began to come faster and faster, she shook her head
in desperation and tried to pull away, but every time she pulled back the
arms holding her just pushed her back forward and allowed him to grind
his cock against her cunt.
He pumped his hips back and forth, ignoring her muffled cries of
denial protest. He laughed out loud and shouted out at her,"Good! Your
cunt feels good around my cock, meat! I'm going to enjoy fucking your
hot little snatch again and again, every night, every day, anytime I
want I'll fuck you, bitch, you're mine!"
She cried out, tears streaming down her face, tears which just
made him feel better, made him feel more powerful. He just kept on
with the rape, loving the feel of her hot, tight little snatch around his
cock, loving the fact that this intelligent, strong-willed woman was his
to use as he wanted, his fuck-toy.
Kuragari's climax was building and The Proctor threw his head
back and let out a long, animalistic howl of pleasure as he slammed every
inch of his raping cockmeat down deep into her hot, tight and unwilling
cunt. He pulled back and thrust in again, then again and again, fucking
Jean Grey as hard as he could, slamming against her cunt harder and harder.
Jean's struggles had renewed themselves, but they were helpless
to prevent his raping thrusts. Kuragari easily and quickly slammed in
and out of her cunt, moaning in ecstasy. He pushed his hips into her
unwilling snatch, Jean's eyes widened and she cried out against the stone
hand gagging her as he ground his cock into her cunt, she knew what was
coming next and she knew she was helpless to prevent it, but she struggled
on nonetheless.
"AHHH YES!!!" screamed Kuragari, thrusting his hips forward and
arching his back, and then he was pounding stream after stream of his
cum deep up into Jean's cunt. He had all eleven inches of his cock deep
up her cunt, which was stretched all about his thick, three inch meat.
- NO!!! - Jean's mind cried out, -
NONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!! -
"HOW COULD YOU!?!" she screamed,"WHY?!?"
Kuragari either ignored the anguished look on Jean's face or was
just turned on more by it, because he leaned forward over her body, still
roughly squeezing her breasts. The hand released her mouth and she opened
it to scream out... and his tongue made a broad lick between her lips
before licking up over her smooth, white cheek.
She squealed out in disgust, feeling his hands pawing her tits and
the feel of his tongue still in her mouth. He was also continuing to make
slow pumps in and out of her poor, raped cunt. Then he pulled back, freed
his cock from her cunt and released her breasts.
"Release her," he grunted and the arms coming out of the cliff
and the ground did so, disappearing as if they'd never been.
She collapsed to the ground, where she lay moaning and sniffing
back tears. One arm tried to cover up her battered vagina while the
other made a vain attempt to cover her breasts. She looked up at him
with a mixture of rage, denial, despair and disbelief.
"You... you raped me!" she cried out.
"Yes," replied Kuragari simply,"I did, and I enjoyed it too."
"You son of a bitch," she moaned,"Who are you?"
Kuragari seemed almost bored with her now, he turned about, pulling
his red pants - which he had just retrieved - up over his still half-hard
cock.
"Are you still here? You can go now, I'll call for you when I'm
feeling horny."
"You can't jus...."
-
...treat me like....." Jean cut off, she was lying on something
comfortable, her head buried in a warm pillow which she'd just been
mumbling into.
"Jean?" asked Scott,"What's the matter?"
"I don't know you?" replied Jean, confused,"Nightmare I guess,"
she reached up to her eye and to her surprise found her cheeks were wet,
as if she'd been crying,"Must have been a bad one?"
"Don't worry," said Scott with a smile, wrapping his arms around
her waist and kissing her cheek, making her smile,"I'll chase all the
big bad monsters away."
"I always feel safe with you at my side, lover," she said with
a smile, and soon the two were sleeping again.
Psylocke stepped out of shadows, part of her powers gained from
exposure to The Crimson Dawn allowed her to do that and stood next to
the bed. Her smile was enigmatic and almost smug, the mark of The Crimson
Dawn glowed softly.
"We'll see about that, big brave Scotty," she said, then stepped
back into the shadows, fading out of the Boathouse.
-
"You are aware of Tar?" asked Gomurr, sipping the cocoa brought
to him by Wong. The two sorcerers sat by a fire in the main living room
of Dr. Strange's Inner Sanctuary.
"Tar, yes of course," said Strange,"He is the Proctor Of The
Crimson Dawn, is he not?"
"Was," replied Gomurr, his voice low, his head bent,"Now no longer,
Tar met with an unfortunate accident."
"Yes?"
"Find him at my front door this morning," said Gomurr.
"And?"
"Also find him at back door," muttered Gomurr,"Like I say, Tar
meet with unfortunate accident."
"Oh, I see," said Strange,"But who would have the power to not
just defeat, but mutilate The Proctor Of The Crimson Dawn?"
"First Proctor," replied Gomurr,"Silly man, thinks that just
because he was first, is his job forever."
"Aha, I've read the texts," said Strange,"Kuragari?"
"Yes, you not as dumb as I sometimes think, Stephen."
"If Kuragari has somehow regained control of The Crimson Dawn, I'm
positive that this world won't be far behind."
"Exactly, and we only ones who can stop him."
"And Kuragari knows that, doesn't he?"
"Why you think he leave Tar at front and back door, stupid?"
muttered Gomurr,"Warning to me not to tell you, not to try and stop
Kuragari."
"Which, if I know you as I think I do," said Strange with a small
smile,"Has only made you more determined."
Gomurr grinned,"Damn straight."
End Part 2/7
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