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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by The Marvel Entertainment Group (or Marvel Comics or ToyBiz or whoever
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permission to use their characters, but am using them anyway. Since I'm
not making any money of this story and since parody seems to be an accepted
form of copyright infringement (read : ripping off) I'm fairly certain
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Crimson Dawn Part 3/7
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The Next Day.
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Jean sighed.
"Really, is this necessary?"
"I'm just trying to teach Popsicle here a lesson, Jeannie," replied
Wolverine, holding his adamantium covered claws at Bobby Drakes neck.
"What was it this time?" asked Jean,"Did Bobby drink your last
beer or accidentally freeze your cigars again?"
"Wasn't anything accidental about it," muttered Wolverine,"My
favorite cubans, you have any idea what I had to go through to get those?"
"Something illegal, no doubt," muttered Jean,"Usually I'd love to
stick around and help you two sort this all out, but I'm absolutely
exhausted. I'm going to get a drink, head down to the boathouse and sleep
for about a week."
She walked past them towards the kitchen.
Logan grinned as he watched her walk past him, he hated to see
her go but loved to watch her leave, as the saying went. Bobby took the
opportunity to ice the sides of Wolverine's claws and his own face, then
slide down under them.
"Hey! I ain't through with you yet!" yelled Logan and took off
after him.
In the kitchen Jean smiled, pouring water from the bottle into
the glass. She'd spent the day in Salem Centre, not doing anything more
than a little window shopping, but despite it being only early in the
evening she was exhausted.
"Hello, Jean," said Psylocke from right next to her.
"Huh!?!" cried out Jean, Psylocke had come out of nowhere,"Betsy,
where did you come from?"
"My room," replied Psylocke smoothly, as if it was a matter of
course.
"But... oh never mind," said Jean with a smile, when you lived
with a group of super-powered mutants you got used to some weird things.
"Ladies," said Scott, stepping into the room, Warren behind him.
Scott Summers (Cylcops) was - of course - Jean's husband, and
Warren Worthington The III (Angel) was Psylocke's boyfriend. They were
both dressed in gym shorts and singlets, Scott was carrying a basketball
under his arm and they were both sweaty and obviously very pleased with
themselves.
"Oh I see," said Psylocke, a small smile dancing across her lips
as she looked at the two men,"Male bonding, was it?"
"Oh no, nothing like that," replied Warren, grinning,"Just a little
two on two against Hank and Sam... and we kicked their butts!"
Henry 'Hank' McCoy (The Beast) and Samuel Guthrie (Cannonball) were
fellow X-Men.
"You beat them, but The Beast is so agile, and Cannonball can
fly."
"But when you're enclosed in such a small square, you need control
my darling," laughed Warren, flexing his large, feathered wings slightly.
"And it's difficult to be agile with a tall, clumsy southern lad
bashing all over the court," laughed Scott.
"Oh you're just so great, aren't you," chuckled Psylocke,"Why I
think that....
.....oh my."
"Psylocke!" cried Jean,"Where are we?"
They were standing in seemingly endless blackness, with nothing
to give any indication of up or down.
Psylocke just chuckled.
"You certainly keep me on my toes, Master," she said, and then
the mark of The Crimson Dawn across her left eye glowed a vibrant red,
and suddenly Jean found herself standing inside a small cage, the bars
a glowing, crimson fire.
She stepped forward and placed her hands on the bar, and was blown
back several steps, hitting the other side of the cage with her back and
crying out in pain as those bars, too, began to burn. In desperation
she tried to raise a psi-shield, but nothing happened, it was as if her
powers were non-existent.
"You're in my world now, darling," laughed Psylocke,"Welcome to
the realm of shadows, welcome to The Crimson Dawn!"
And then Psylocke, the blackness and everything else but the bar
seemed to disappear, replaced by a strangely familiar landscape. The
ground was blasted and cracked, far in the distance she could see craggy,
spiked tips of black mountains thrusting vainly up at a blood-red sky.
And before her stood a tall, powerful figure.
Scott stared around in shock, to him the sky seemed the same
due to the constant red tinge given to everything by his ruby optic
visor, something he had to wear always to keep his powerful optic blasts
in check.
He stood on top of a sheer cliff, and he was looking down onto
a bizarre scene. His wife, Jean Grey, was inside a red, blazing cage
suspended three feet in the air, in front of her stood a huge, powerful
looking creature with black skin and spiked hair, he had a symbol over
his face similar to that of Betsy's.
"What's..." he started, and then he was knocked forward onto his
stomach, the wind knocked out of him. Someone was on top of him, holding
him down.
"Hey Scotty," said a familiar voice, Psylockes!"Time to finish
what I started a long time ago!"
Jean collapsed to the ground, the magic cage suddenly
disappearing.
She struggled to her feet and desperately tried to raise
a t.k shield, but once more her powers were inaccessible.
"Give it up," said her captor once more, she looked up and
growled her defiance at the darkly glowing form.
"Kuragari?" the words stumbled from her mouth, she felt so
weak!
"You remember!" he laughed,"I thought Psylocke had removed the
memory?"
"Proctor...Crimson Dawn?" she gasped.
"I said give it up," replied Kuragari, growing bored with the
conversation,"Your powers are gone, your physical strength
has waned, why do you continue to struggle?"
She drew herself up straight, stifling a groan of anguish.
"Would you like to see just how weak I am?" she asked, trying
to sound dangerous.
Kuragari grinned, his white teeth gleaming from between his black
lips, just as black as obsidian skin.
"Why not?" he began to laugh as he strode towards her, a huge
staff with giant double blades appearing from thin air and falling into
his hand.
As he approached she desperately tried to recall some of the
fighting techniques she had learnt from the likes of Xavier, Scott and
Logan over the years. But she wasn't ready for his avenue of attack.
Lifting his scimitar into the air, he stopped several paces from
her and sliced through the air, cutting an ebon trail through
the atmosphere. Reaching in with his free hand he pulled a figure out
and lifted it by the scruff of the neck.
"WARREN!" she cried as the soot and dust fell off the figure to
reveal the blue skinned, feather winged Angel.
"If you don't surrender now," he said, pushing the point of
one blade against the unconscious mutants back,"I will disembowel this
plebe."
Jean's kept her defiant pose for a moment, then visibly slumped
as she realized the helplessness of her predicament. He'd exclaimed
surprise that she recognized him and remembered his name, but she wasn't
sure from where she remembered him. For some reason, all that she could
recall was a pool-party and being held down on a bed by herself (?),
Psylocke and Storm (*)
"What do you want from me?" she growled at him.
"Remove your clothes," laughed Kuragari,"Let me see your naked
body."
Jean's mouth fell in shock, she simply stood and stared at the
dark figure, this had never happened to her before and she was completely
taken aback. 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.
"Do it, Mrs Summers, or shall I tear the wings from his back to
convince you?" said Kuragari, he dropped his staff, which disappeared
before hitting the ground, and grabbed one of Warren's wings, twisting
it and causing the blue skinned mutant to grimace in pain, and perhaps
even memory. He'd had his wings amputated in the Morlock Tunnels years
ago, something which had had a huge impact on his life.
Jean's eyes flashed with anger and concern at Warren's plight.
She once more tried to call up her powers, but once more they
were strangely unreachable.
- Okay, Jean, - she thought to herself, - Play along with him
for now, let him see you naked if it'll please him. Once Warren's out
of danger, take this guy out. -
Kuragari's grin widened as Jean reached behind her neck and grabbed
the clasp of her uniform, and slowly pulled her clothes down off of her
body.
(*) See Herald Of Armageddon for the full story, available upon
request from me at : dimitri_resides@yahoo.com
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Scott's body tensed as he once more tried to throw her off him,
but her grip was too strong, the hold on him disabling him.
He lay on his stomach, Psylocke lay atop him, his arm twisted
against his back and held tightly by the beauty, who was strangely
stronger than him.
"Let me go!" he roared,"What is that thing going to do to Jean!?"
"That 'thing'," laughed Psylocke in his ear,"Is Kuragari, Proctor
of the Crimson Dawn and my Master!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" screamed Scott, unable to
take his eyes of the scene not more than thirty feet below,"Why can't Jean
hear me?"
"We're in Kuragari's world now," replied Psylocke with a
laugh,"This dimension exists to serve his purposes."
Scott tried to pull himself up again, but once more Betsy kept
him down.
"Scott," laughed Betsy,"This is the 90's, don't be scared to let
the women be on top!"
Scott eyes widened as he felt a warm, wet sensation against his
legs.
"What the hell?"
"Don't tell me," moaned Psylocke,"That you don't know what a
woman's pussy feels like!?!"
Scott renewed his struggles to no avail as Pyslocke began to
rub herself up and down against him.
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"Excellent!" laughed Kuragari as Jean's uniform dropped down
around her ankles, she stood naked in front of him, trying to pretend
that it didn't bother her to be in this position,"Turn around, let me
see your ass."
She bit back an acid comment and did as she was told, turning
around and showing him her beautiful, rounded asscheeks.
"Magnificent," laughed Kuragari, his red eyes glinting
dangerously,"Now lay down and spread your legs, I want to fuck you."
Jean gasped in shock and spun about, unconsciously trying to
form a psi-bolt to stagger her foe. But again, nothing happened and
she realized the danger of her position, here she was in a strange, unknown
place, naked and powerless before a huge, imposing physical presence of a
man with some kind of mystical powers who held the life of one of her
best friends in his hands.
"Very well, I see," laughed Kuragari,"Then let's make things
interesting, shall we?"
"I don't know what you're game is, Kuragari," she said,"But I..."
She gasped, she was now standing on top of a huge pillar of rock
towering up miles above the ground. The pillar was no more than fifteen
feet in diameter and Jean was helpless not to feel some form of vertigo.
At the other end of the pillar stood Kuragari, next to him was
a wooden structure akin to a gallows. Shaped like an upside down L, at the
end of the smaller timber log hung a rope which was wrapped around Warren's
wrists. The X-Man known as Angel was suspended miles above the ground,
his wings bound and strapped by ropes and leather.
"Here is the deal, Jean," said Kuragari, and now small, glowing
insect-like creatures ran up and down over his back, making small 'tic'
noises as they rushed to and fro over his broad shoulders,"You'll not
only let me fuck you, but you'll be trying to make me cum, and if you
don't make me cum fast enough, my little sigil pets here will chew their
way through Warren's bonds and he'll fall down a long, long, long way."
"You can't... I.... this is crazy," cried out Jean, she was still
naked and her body was glowing with a light sheen of sweat, she was panting
hard because of fear and anxiety and it all went to creating an intensely
erotic image for Kuragari.
"No time to think, Jean," said Kuragari with a smile,"Your time
starts... now!"
The sigil's leaped from his shoulders onto the inverted L and
raced to the ropes that kept the barely conscious Warren from falling to
his doom. With excited 'tics' they began to slowly unravel the threads of
the rope.
"Warren!" cried Jean and tried to rush past Kuragari to Warren,
but an energy screen threw her back.
"Clocks ticking, Jean," chuckled Kuragari,"How will you explain to
your fellow X-Men that you let Warren die because you were too pure to
make me have an orgasm."
Jean stood as close to Warren as she could, breasts rising and
falling rapidly, breathing heavily. She was trying to think of some way
out of this, surely she couldn't have been roped in so easily, so surely.
But there was no other option she could think of. Without her
powers she was no match for Kuragari, she couldn't get to Warren any
other way.
Making her decision she silently asked Scott to forgive her, then
rushed to Kuragari's side and slid her hand down his baggy pants, gripping
his cock, her eyes widened as she felt his size.
"Interesting tack," laughed Kuragari.
She didn't answer, her eyes were still on Warren, anxiously
watching the sigils as they chewed at the ropes around his wrists. She
began to make quick, fast strokes up and down the length of his thick
cockmeat, trying to wank him to a quick climax.
"Come on, come on," she whispered, alternating between staring at
Warren to looking up at Kuragari, trying to gauge how close he might be
to orgasm.
"That's all very nice," said Kuragari,"But it isn't going to do
it Jean, you can't go at this half-assed if you want to save Warren's
life."
Jean twisted her head this way and that, looking at his crotch
then back again to Warren. He was groaning and slowly rocking from side
to side now, the ropes holding his wrists slowly coming apart.
"Oh shit!" cried Jean in desperation, then pulled her hand from
his cock and grabbed his pants, pulling them down. His cock bounced free,
narrowly missing her face.
She hesitated, then grabbed his cock again at the base and leaned
forward. She looked up at Kuragari and put on a fake, ingratiating smile.
Then, biting back an urge to gag, she leaned forward and licked along the
side of his cockhead, being rewarded by a slight jump of his cock. She
quickly licked about his cockhead, trying to run the tip of her tongue
along the ridges of his tip, making Kuragari moan happily.
- Come on, come on! - she thought desperately, her panic had made
her usually calm, well ordered mind incoherent, all she could think of
right now was that she needed to make him cum, she had to make him orgasm.
"That's much nicer, Jean," he chuckled,"But I could sit here all
night enjoying this, and still not cum."
Jean's eyes rolled crazily back towards Warren, just in time to
see him fall slightly, no more than half an inch, due to the weakening
of the ropes.
"Oh no!" she cried out, and suddenly she was scrambling
up Kuragari's chest. His eyes widened as he felt her plump breasts
press against his broad chest, and then she was lowering her ass down
towards his cock.
"At last!" he laughed and allowed himself to fall backwards onto
the rocky ground.
Jean hesitated when she felt his cock press against her cunt,
but one look at Warren's suspended form strengthened her resolve. She
swallowed slightly, then lowered herself down slightly and felt him
enter her.
They moaned together, but for different reasons. She moaned at
what she considered to be adultery, as well as the fact that this was all
happening against her will, that she was being made to make this man cum.
Kuragari's moan was one of pleasure, but for the same reasons as
Jean's moan was unhappily. The fact that this was all happening against
her will, that she was being forced to do this. He loved power, he loved
making people act against their natural inclinations, to be made to do
things they don't want to do.
The feel of her hot, juicy pussy parting around his cock and then
having his meat sink deeply up into her velvety depths.
She gripped onto his shoulders, helping her to slide up and down
faster and faster. She was not interested in being gentle or taking
things slowly, she just wanted to... needed to! make him cum, make him
shoot his sperm.
Kuragari did not complain, he just lay back and enjoyed the feeling
of her cunt sliding up and down his cock, which was already beginning to
glisten with her juices. Her tits rose and fell, bouncing up and down,
flinging sweat from her nipples which were strangely erect. She was
trying to ignore any kind of feeling of passion or lust, but for some
reason there was something about the forbidden nature of this sex and her
lack of control despite her dominance that was making her feel strange.
Every time she slid up and down and felt his huge cock push up deep inside
of her she found herself letting out low little moans, surely not of
pleasure, it couldn't be possible.
She used every trick she knew, gyrating her hips, making little
circles everytime she ground her cunt against the base of his thick, fat
cock.
"That's it, Jean!" laughed Kuragari,"Now that feels good! Keep it
up and little Warren might just live yet!"
Jean didn't answer, she just continued pounding up and down faster
and faster, slamming her ass against his powerful, muscular thighs,
grinding her cunt against his cock and trying desperately to make him cum.
She lifted her ass up higher and higher, slamming it up and down
against his thighs, getting all of his cock into her cunt, crying out in
what she thought was sadness and desperation, but which looked and sounded
suspiciously like pleasure.
She did this over and over again, each time grinding her cunt hard
against the base of his cock before lifting back up, feeling her cuntlips
get tugged back out and shoved back in everytime she rose up and down,
up and down.
Kuragari was in heaven, he was crying and groaning happily, loving
the feel of Jean's pussy around his cock and the glorious sensation of
her clasping cuntlips everytime she rose and fell.
"AT LAST!" screamed Kuragari.
"OH YES! THANK YOU YES!" cried Jean, thinking it was relief
that he would be cumming. The lightness she felt fill her body she
mistook for her body relaxing, the moans and cries were not tears as she
thought, but perhaps of pleasure.
Small streams of juice sprayed out of the few cracks in her
cockstuffed cunt, she either did not notice them or refused to, she just
continued to pump up and down as she tried to make him cum.
Her cuntlips squeezed down even tighter than before
around Kuragari's cock, The Proctor grunted loudly and fired his sperm
finally, shooting it deep up into her vagina as Jean ground her cunt hard
down against him as he pushed his own hips up, pressing hard against hers
as if he didn't want their connection broken.
"Oooh, yes," moaned Jean, her body sweaty, she was panting and
breathing heavily and smiling, she thought because she'd saved Warren,
which Kuragari was happy to let her think... for now.
SNAP!
Jean's head spun about, just in time to see Warren disappear from
sight, falling towards the ground, miles and miles below.
-
Wong opened the door.
"Hiya," said Spiderman, hanging upside down from the mantel,"I
need to see Dr. Strange."
"I am sorry," replied Wong,"The Doctor is not receiving today."
"Yeah, this is kind of important though," said Spiderman, flipping
down and landing gracefully,"Some real weird stuff is going down...."
"There is some even weirder stuff going on inside," replied Wong
with a small smile,"I am afraid the Dr. really cannot see you today, he
is VERY busy."
"Oh man," said Spiderman,"Okay, thanks man."
Wong closed the door and made his way back to his room, where he
was trying to catch up on his stories.
Spiderman turned about to face his companions.
"Okay guys, maybe Reed Richards can help us get you back to your
Universe."
"Oh dear, I hope so, don't you R2?" asked the first of Spiderman's
companions in an anxious voice.
"Breep brop broop," replied the smaller one.
They headed towards Four Freedoms Plaza.
End Part 3/7
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