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 4/7
Scott tried to protest, but before he had a chance, Psylocke was
pressing her cunt hard into his face. He instinctively tried to take
a deep breath and found himself sucking in her shaven cuntlips, feeling
her sex inside of his mouth. His gym shorts were pulled down around his
thighs and he instinctively knew what was about to happen. He tried to
protest, but his moving mouth just sent waves of pleasure through her
lap. And then he could feel her warm mouth surround his cock, which
wasn't even half-hard yet.
But it didn't remain that way for long, despite not wanting this
at all, he was as incapable of fighting the natural response to physical
stimuli as anyone else.
Betsy ran her tongue up and down along the underside of his cock,
running them up and down the length of his cock with quick, narrow strokes
which seemed to pinpoint every pleasure point along his penis.
Scott's eyes closed beneath his visor, how could this be happening
to him? One minute he and Warren had been showing off to their women, now
he was unable to get off the ground and was being forced to eat out Psylocke
while she sucked on his cock.
When he opened his eyes he was just able to see the outline of
her smooth, firm asscheeks. She'd pulled aside the basic thong strip
that covered her ass usually on her minuscule costume. Now the purple
haired mutant was grinding her pussy into Scott's face as she sucked away
on his cock, she was basically raping him.
He'd tried to hold his breath at first, but soon he had to open
his mouth and when he did his lips ran up against her cunt. He was trying
to make it as unappealing for her as he could but she was the one running
the show, grinding her cunt back and forth, moving her ass up and down
and getting off on not just the sex, but her control over him.
Scott's nose and mouth was being mashed about and pressed up into
her cunt as she ran her mouth up and down the length of his cock. He
didn't want to but was incapable of fighting the growing pleasure he was
getting from this. He'd always enjoyed eating out his wife, and had
fantasized before about Psylocke, mixed with the surreal aspects of what
was happening and the taste and smell of Betsy's juicy pussy, as well as
having her mouth wrapped around his dick, it was all proving a bit too
much for Scott, who was only human, after all.
Without even realizing it, he began to thrust his hips up and
down into her mouth even as his tongue began to dart in and out between
Psylocke's shaven cuntlips, tasting her juices, running his fingers
between her bald pussy and eating out this woman who was controlling him.
- What am I doing? - he thought, - I can't do this! I'm married,
where's Jean? What happened between her and that strange creature. -
And even as he thought that he continued to plunge his tongue
up and down between her cuntlips, rolling his tongue like a straw and
sucking away at Psylocke's quick-flowing cuntjuices.
Psylocke grinned around Scott's cock, feeling his tongue moving
up into her cunt. She pushed down a little harder against his face and
then went back to sucking on his cock. Her mouth was like a warm, wet
O around his cock. She bobbed her head up and down, up and down over
his cockshaft, her tongue sliding around his member and driving him
crazy with desire.
Psylocke felt his cock swelling in her mouth as she ran her lips
up and down over his shaft, grinning as she saw that his legs were fully
extended and his toes pointed straight out, a sure sign that he was getting
close to cumming. She chuckled and ground her face down hard against
his face, rubbing her cuntlips and her clit into her mouth and nose.
Betsy Braddock bobbed her head up and down over his lap as she
slid her mouth all over the length of his cockshaft. She ran her tongue
along the underside of Scott's cock, slurping just around the head of his
cock.
Scott was still thinking that he had to find a way to get away,
that he had to prevent this from happening, even as he was thrusting his
hips up into her mouth, facefucking Psylocke as he sucked and licked at
her cunt.
Psylocke moaned happily around Scott's cock as she thrust her
ass harder and harder into his face, grinding her cunt against his mouth,
her juices flowing down into her mouth and out over his cheeks. Scott
eagerly licked up as much of her juices as he could, thinking to himself
that he was doing it to keep from choking.
He ran his tongue up and down between her bald cuntlips, darting
it in and out, lapping up her juices. The purple haired mutant beauty
flung her ass about, grinding her bald pussy into his face. Her eyes
were squeezed shut in pleasure as she wriggled her cunt all about over
his face, sucking on his cock and moaning around the meat in her mouth
at the same time. He could feel her large, firm breasts pressing into
his waist, her nipples erect and pressing hard against his abdominals.
She was begginning to be pushed over the edge, writhing her cunt
about over his face and having him drag his tongue up and down between
her cuntlips was taking it's toll. Betsy humped her hips up and down,
her magnificent, firm buttcheeks bouncing up and down, squeezing tightly
together as she opened and closed her legs to grind her cuntlips together
against his tongue. She grinned around the cock in her mouth, her eyes
opened slightly and then she dragged her teeth up the underside of his
cock and along the ridge of his cockhead.
Scott grunted out in shock as he came, even thought he'd been
feeling the building pressure he still hadn't thought it possible that
he could be made to cum in a sexual situation he hadn't wanted any part
of.
As he shot his sperm into Psylocke's mouth she burst out her
juices over his face, flooding his mouth with her juices. She released
his cock from her mouth and squealed out in pleasure and happiness, both
at the sexual feelings and her dominance over him.
She rode her cunt over his face a few more times, then rolled
off of him. The purple, swimsuit like costume she been wearing was half
off, she'd unclasped the joining at the neck to allow her breasts freedom
and pulled the lower thong that covered her cunt and a minute portion of
her ass to the side. Now she lay beside Scott - who was still powerless
to move from his position - panting and breathing heavily. She wiped
her mouth and grinned.
"You've wanted that a long time, Scott," she said,"The sooner
you admit that, the better."
Scott didn't answer at first, he just lay there, his half-hard
cock laying over his half pulled down gym shorts. Finally he opened
his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a new voice.
"Well Jean, isn't this a cozy little scene."
He twisted to the side, suddenly able to move, and found himself
facing Jean and the strange creature from earlier, Jean was completely
naked and covered in sweat. Her eyes were puffy and red as if she'd
been crying, but now she was looking at him and Psylocke in shock. She
twisted about and tried to run off, but Kuragari reached out with a
nonchalant air and grabbed her by the shoulder, pulling her back and
forcing her to face them.
"Jean is a little emotional right now," said Kuragari,"Because
I promised to let Warren live if she made me orgasm, and even though she
did I let him fall to his death."
"Jean? You.... him?"
"You've hardly a right to complain, Scott," chuckled
Kuragari,"Especially after making my dark Queen suck on your cock, you're
hardly a model of virtue."
"They're both as bad as each other," chuckled Psylocke,"They'd
jump at the first chance to get into anybody's pants."
"That's not true," sniffled Jean, holding back her tears with
some effort,"I was forced to do what I did to Kuragari, and I'm willing
to bet Scott was forced to go with you, Betsy. I don't know why you're
doing what you're doing, but I'll stop you!"
Psylocke just laughed, a contemptuous laugh which seemed to cut
Jean like a knife. With an effort she struggled free from Kuragari's
gasp and stumbled towards Psylocke, who lay on her side of the ground,
still laughing.
"You crazy...."
....bitch!" cried Jean, sitting up in bed.
"Jean?" asked Scott from beside her, awoken by her loud cry,"What
is it?"
"I don't know?" said Jean, confused,"How did I get here? The last
thing I remember is being in the kitchen, getting a drink of water and
talking to Betsy."
"You were probably half asleep," said Scott with a small
smile,"Betsy said you were barely coherent, Warren and I came in just
after you and you were already heading for The Boathouse, I was a little
bushed from the basketball game we'd had so I thought I'd join you... when
I got here you were already snoring."
"I don't snore!" laughed Jean.
"It's like a chainsaw!" laughed Scott, then ducked as she swung
her pillow at him with a laugh.
-
They stepped out onto the decking of The Boathouse, staring out
at the lake which reflected the silvery light of the Moon.
"Now I'm not tired at all," said Jean with a smile as they circled
their arms around each others waists.
"Me neither," said Scott,"I..."
He cut off as they heard furtive giggles coming from a hundred
yards or so from The Boathouse.
"Who?" asked Scott.
Jean reached out with her telepathy, then smiled.
"It's Rogue and Gambit."
"Oh lord, the last thing I want to see is them frolicking about
naked in the lake."
"Yeah right," said Jean sarcastically, nudging him with her
elbow,"Like you'd just die if you saw Rogue naked."
"Yeah," replied Scott, deadpan,"And you'd tear your eyes out if
you got one look at Gambit in the buff."
The laughed and turned about, heading back into The Boathouse.
"Let's wait until we hear them get into the water," said
Scott,"Then we'll sneak up into The Mansion, get something to eat."
She nodded her agreement, the Mansion wouldn't be locked and it
was fairly certain that someone would be up, most likely Wolverine or
Bishop.
-
"Strange," said Bishop, not looking up from where he sat at the
kitchen table.
"Strange?" asked Scott as he and Jean stepped into the kitchen.
"The two of you being here, you don't usually break from habit,
but today you both went to bed early and are now up at 2 in the morning."
"And what about you, Bishop?" asked Jean with a smile,"Are you
usually up at 2 in the morning?"
"No," he replied,"I vary my sleep cycles in order to avoid falling
into a predictable cycle that an enemy could use to their advantage."
"O-Kay," said Scott,"And people say I'm intense."
Bishop smiled slightly,"Then again, I suppose there are those who
would say that I am predictably unpredictable."
They all laughed, then Scott and Jean moved on into the lounge,
Bishop remained behind, continuing his game of Solitaire.
Stepping into the lounge, they sighed when they saw Bobby was
sitting in the darkened room, watching a movie.
"Hey guys," he said,"You come in to watch Frankenstein Vs. The
Monster From Hell as well?"
"I'm not going to dignify that with an answer," replied Scott.
Bobby just chuckled and went back to watching the movie, Scott
and Jean moved on by, if they wanted any privacy it looked like the next
best place to go would be the Professor's Study.
"Oh, by the way, Scott," said Bobby. Scott turned around to
face Bobby, who was now standing up.
"Yeah, Bobby?" asked Scott.
"Asphincter says what."
"What?"
"He means you're an asshole," said a voice from behind them, Scott
whirled about and a huge, blue fisted arm smashed into him, knocking him
flying back against the wall of the lounge.
"YEAH!" cried out Bobby,"That's one for The Big Blue!!!"
"Excellent," said The Beast, then turned and flashed a huge,
toothy grin at the shocked Jean which seemed more like a grimace,"I am
regretful if my thoroughly unanticipated and, indeed, gratuitous manner of
assault has left you momentarily dumbfounded, incapable of conversing and
so forth, but the aggression was inevitable, my dear, for reasons which my
compatriot, Robert Drake, shall now put forward."
"Well," said Bobby, with a haughty air,"Essentially, the party
of the first part, heretofore known as Scott Summers, was interfering
and would interfere with the goal of the party of the second
part, heretofore known as us, from our enjoyment of the party of the
third part, heretofore known as you."
"In other words," said a deep, dangerous sounding voice from
behind Bobby, Bishop had stepped through the door and was leaning against
the doorframe with one arm, grinning darkly,"He wouldn't have let us
fuck your brains out."
-
Scott was falling, falling and falling and falling forever through
black nothingness forever and ever and had always been falling and there
had never been never falling all was falling and freefall and forever and
ever and on and on and....
"Scott, Scott!" cried a voice in his ear and suddenly the world
was coming back into focus.
The face in front of him slowly came into focus, going from an
indistinct blur to a clear, defined image.
"Betsy?" he asked, confused.
Betsy Braddock, aka Psylocke, was kneeling in front of him, a look
of concern on her beautiful face. She was dressed in her purple costume,
it was so tight and small that nothing was left to the imagination, but
why was he thinking of that? He was a married man.
Wasn't he?
"You all right, lover?" she asked him, and gave him a small kiss
on his cheek.
"Betsy? What was that for?" he asked her, and yet somehow it didn't
seem wrong.
"What? The kiss? Isn't that what husbands and wives generally do?"
she said with a wry little smile.
"Yes," he said, confused,"Are we.. are we married?"
"Have I hurt him?" asked a deep voice, Bishop.
"His brains are a little scrambled," replied Psylocke
distractedly, turning her head slightly,"You must have hit him harder than
you knew."
"I apologize... Scott," said Bishop, sounding uneasy to be using
his field leaders first name,"I expected you to block my attack easily,
I did not think you would be so easily distracted."
"Cut him some slack, sugah," said a females voice with a Southern
accent - Rogue,"Ah can hardly blame him for being distracted when mah Remy
'accidentally' kinetically charged my costume."
"You gotta admit, chere," laughed a male's voice with an
unmistakable cajun accent - Gambit,"That is was quite de distraction."
With a groan, Scott was helped to his feet by Psylocke and Bishop,
the dazed leader of the X-Men saw that he was in The Danger Room, the
holographic combat simulation room where he and the other X-Men trained.
As well as Bishop and Psylocke, Gambit and Rogue - dressed in a small,
skimpy bathrobe - were also in The Danger Room.
"Come on, Scott," said Psylocke,"I'll get you to our room, see
if I can't help unscramble your brain."
"Ye... yes," muttered Scott, still confused, a little unsure of
what was happening,"Perhaps that would be for the best."
He didn't see Rogue, Gambit and Bishop fade out of sight once he
left the room, as if they'd never been there.
And he also missed Psylocke's evil little grin.
-
"NO HENRY, NO!!!!" screamed Jean as she felt the furry, rounded
head of her teammate's penis touch her shaven pussy lips. Her legs were
being held open easily by Bishop and Bobby, when she'd tried to use her
powers she'd been shocked to find they were inaccessible. She could
sense them, somewhere below the surface, but she was unable to reach
them, something or someone was blocking them.
She thrashed her hips all about in a wild attempt to pull her
legs free from Bishop and Bobby's grip. Bobby held on with some effort,
Bishop easily held her in place, his huge muscles not even straining.
"Your endeavors, as erotically stimulating as they are," observed
the Beast,"Are ultimately futile, I mean to engage in sexual intercourse
with you, and despite your own rather low enthusiasm levels, our act of
sexual congress shall occur."
"In other words," muttered Bishop,"You may as well enjoy it."
- Enjoy it!?! - Jean's mind screamed,"They're going to rape me!
They're going to rape me!!!"
Henry made a game for a few moments of matching each twist and
turn of her hips, keeping his penis just at the entrance to her vagina,
and then finally tired of the game and pushed forward.
"NOOO!!!" Jean screamed, both in pain and in outraged disbelief,
his cock was huge and forcing it's way into her unwilling snatch, and
not only that, this wasn't some stranger trying to force himself into
her, it was one of her oldest and closest friends, and he was going TO
RAPE HER!.
"Excellent!" cried Beast, his back arched and ass pushing forward
as inch after inch of his thick, long and blue furred penis slid it's way
unwanted up into his redheaded team-mates cunt,"She is tight, my friends,
tight! tight! TIGHT!"
Jean squealed out, knowing it was pointless, if anyone was going
to help her they would have by now. But she couldn't just lay back and
take this, she had to fight it, fight it every inch of the way. But the
sight of her writhing about, her breasts bouncing about, hair flailing
over her face as she bucked her hips, trying to keep the giant cock
out of her vagina. She gyrated her hips about frantically as the Beast's
hard, thick member pushed its way deeper and deeper inside her. The
going was very hard for him, he had a large cock and she had quite a
tight vagina, that coupled with her attempts to expel him and her initial
(and continuing) unwillingness. But despite Jean Grey's attempts to stop
him, the Beast's hard cock pushed it’s way slowly past her defiant vaginal
muscles. It sent waves of strange, unwanted sensations throughout Jean's
naked, sweaty body. Was it possible that she could be in some sick,
strange way enjoying this?
- NO! - her mind screamed, - I can't be, he's raping me, Henry's
raping me!! -
She screamed out again, hoping it might rouse Scott, who still
lay unconscious in the corner. The Beast moved his way inexorably deeper
into her, his eyes closed, teeth gritted in a tight smile as he did her,
did Jean Grey, an old friend he'd lusted after for so long. She was oh
so tight, so tender and sensitive as he'd always known she would be. He
smiled down at her, looking between their locked bodies where his almost
foot-long cock was slowly sliding it's way it, sinking deeper and deeper
into her tight little pussy.
"UUGGGH! PLEASE HENRY NO!!! GET IT OUT! PLEASE GET IT OUT!!!"
She thrust her hips about wildly as Henry forced his cock deeper
and deeper into her, he had to fight to get every inch into her, he still
hadn't fucked fully into her and he didn't care, he just loved fucking
his way into her.
"Oh shit no!" cried Jean as it finally happened, Henry, his fur
sweaty and matted, let out a happy groan as his hips finally pressed
against hers. He had finally penetrated her all the way, he was gripping
tightly onto her hips, just relaxing for the time being, not in any
consideration of Jean's discomfort but because her cunt felt so fucking
good around his cock and he didn't want to blow his load early.
End Part 4/7
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