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
you are, get it!
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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 5/7
After Henry felt he was ready to continue, he began to slowly pump
his hips, moving his large organ in and out of her tightly stretched cunt.
"She is tight!!!" he repeated,"SHE IS A TIGHT FUCKING BITCH!!!"
Despite his appearance, Beast had always been obviously intelligent
and cultured. Now, in the throes of his forbidden passion his personality
seemed to have degenerated to match his physical appearance.
He could feel Jean's cunt squeezing down hard on his member, maybe
from unwanted pleasure, more likely from a desire to keep him out of her.
Whatever the reason, he wasn't planning on stopping.
Jean continued to pull her ass back as much as was possible with
Beast and Bishop clutching onto her legs, moving her hips around to try
and make Henry slip out of her cunt. But this only added to the sensations
running through Beasts lap, her cunt seemed even tighter, she was also
making his cock move along at angles that caused it to grate along her
clit and send unwanted feelings of sexual pleasure through her. In a way
she was getting off on it, like it was just consensual, albeit rough, sex.
- But it's not! - her mind screamed, - He's raping me!!! I don't
want this! -
Like his namesake, Beast had become like an animal and was now
excitedly banging Jean, raping her harder and harder. He pushed his cock
in and out of her faster and faster, gritting his teeth and moaning and
groaning between them louder and louder.
BANG! SLAP!
"UH! YES!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"HUFFGH! TIGHT BITCH!!"
Jean cried out in anguish, not wanting to feel what she was
feeling, she couldn't be enjoying this, why was her body buzzing with
erotic sensation, why could she feel building feelings burning up from
within her lap. With each hard, violent thrust of Henry's hips, a new
wave of sexual excitement built up within her. Dr. Henry McCoy pounded
her body again and again, thrusting his cock into her tight cunt, cramming
his meat into her.
He pumped into her faster and faster, raping her hard, picking
up the pace.
"OH YES!!!" screamed Henry,"I'm fucking her! I'M FUCKING YOU,
JEAN!"
"YEAH!" laughed Bobby, gripping onto Jean's legs with both arms
and watching in perverse fascination as Henry's thick, blue furred cock
slammed in and out of Jean's cunt,"Fuck her, Hank! FUCK HER GOOD!!!"
"OH FUCK YEAH!!" screamed Beast as he forcefully slammed himself
harder and deeper inside of her. Jean panted and screamed out in sexual
anguish at the bizarre, conflicting emotions and sensations she was getting
as he thrust himself in deeper and deeper, cramming more and more of his
thick, furry cock up her cunt with each stroke,"YOU FUCKING LOVE THIS,
DON'T YOU YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!"
"NO!" she cried out, crying,"PLEASE NO HENRY!!!"
She couldn't be enjoying this, she just couldn't, it was just
she'd been turned on by her small pillow fight with Scott, that was all,
she couldn't be getting off on this rape, she couldn't!
And then it happened, the mutant telepath's hips exploded upward,
her cunt-muscles tightening around his cock, her body tensing up. Henry
let out a harsh laugh and began thrusting forward harder, twisting his
hips around and grinding against her clit, trying desperately to force
her over the edge of what was coming.
Jean's teeth gritted hard, she whooped in a huge intake of breath
and tensed her body hard, trying desperately to pause everything in time
so what she felt coming wouldn't come. She squeezed her eyes shut and
tried to force back the climatic wave building inside of her by sheer
force of will. But the pressure was inexorable and Henry was using every
trick he knew to try and drive her over the edge, fucking her at an angle
to send wave after wave of pleasure through her clitoris.
But it was so hopeless, so helpless, why bother fighting it, she
couldn't stop the natural response to what was happening to her, even if
was unwilling. She was being raped and she. was. going. to....
CUM!!!!!
"AAAAAAUUUUUGHGHGHGGH!!!!!" screamed out Jean Grey - Phoenix - as
she exploded with a totally unexpected and unwanted orgasm. She screamed
like a wild animal, she was totally defeated, all the fight gone out of
her as her friend and rapist forced an orgasm from her.
The hot redhead bucked and thrust her body about as she orgasmed,
giving in to the pleasure, letting it take her over. This was exactly what
Beast had been waiting for.
"Fuck man," gasped Bobby, a huge grin slowly spreading over her
face,"She fucking came! SHE CAME, BISH!"
"Don't call me Bish," growled Bishop, not taking his eyes of
Jean's gyrating body, her cock-stuffed cunt, her bouncing tits and sweaty
hair, draped over her flushed face.
Beast just smiled in smug ecstasy and gave in to the moment, the
feel of her orgasming cunt around his cock had been wonderful, and now he
slid his hands from her hips to her beautiful, rounded ass and gave it a
good squeeze. As if that had been the signal for him, he gritted his teeth
and slammed his cock fully into her cunt, cramming in every last inch
and stuffing her snatch full of his meat.
He let out a wild scream of animalistic pleasure and exploded his
cum deep into her. He ground his cock against her cunt as he shot several
streams of cum up her quivering quim, a huge, dopey grin on his face as
he fired into her.
He made a few more slow, pumping strokes into her cunt, then leaned
forward over her, relaxed and calm after finally fucking his hot, red
headed team-mate. He rested inside the panting and moaning X-Woman for
a few moments, then with some effort pulled his cock from her tight
snatch, leaving the hot, tight home it had found.
He collapsed onto his ass, breathing deeply, the same goofy
grin on his face. Bishop and Bobby released her legs and she fell to
the ground, laying there completely still, crying quietly and trying
to catch her breath.
She'd been raped, viciously raped with no thought given to her
as a person, someone with an intellect and feelings. Even worse than
that was that it had been one of her oldest friends who had raped her,
and what was even worse was that she had orgasmed. Did that mean she
had liked it, she couldn't have, could she?
At least it was over now, she would deal with the whys and the
wherefores later, now she was just tired, exhausted in fact and she
just wanted to sleep, to forget it had ever happened.
And all that was shattered by three words from Bishop.
"My turn now."
-
Scott sat on the bed, still as confused as before.
He was married to Betsy? But he couldn't be, could he? He was
married, yes, but not to her, he was married to... was married to....
Who was he married to?
Beside the bed was a picture of him and Betsy, laughing and
hugging on a cliff-top looking out over a beautiful blue ocean and glorious
beach which he recognized as Greece.
"Our honeymoon," said Betsy, walking into the room from the
adjoining bathroom,"You really don't remember?"
He stared at her strangely, not at what she'd said but at what
he realized were thoughts and memories, but not his own... hers.
"We're psi-linked?" he asked, trying to ignore memories of dancing
on the beach in the moonlight, swimming at noon while the sun beat down
on their backs, making love morning, noon and night whenever they could,
enjoying their new life together as man and wife.
"Of course," she said,"You said you wanted the two of us to be
as one, body, mind and soul, I can sense your thoughts, you can sense
mine, we're open books to each other, no secrets."
"Your face," he said, shaking his head, trying to shake the images
of the wedding from his head. Had Shiro Yoshida - Sunfire - really been
his best man?
"Yes?" asked Betsy, stroking her purple hair back behind her
ear, she smiled,"You never had a problem with it before."
"Your eye," said Scott, reaching out and stroking her face just
below her left eye,"I keep expecting to see something on it, some kind
of symbol or tattoo?"
But her face was unblemished, beautiful.
"You still think I'm beautiful, good," chuckled Psylocke,"I was
beginning to think you were faking amnesia because you'd grown tired of
me."
"No, no," replied Scott, Betsy was on the bed now, her knees on
either side of his legs as she leaned closer and closer towards him,"It's
just that everything seems so strange, like it's all right but not right
at the same time."
She leaned forward and kissed him.
He hesitated at first, and then returned the kiss, his hands
coming up and cupping her face.
It was all right, after all, she was his wife.
-
"You really gonna go for the sloppy seconds, man?" asked Bobby.
Bishop made a small smile, as if he found the idea amusing.
"No, Drake, I've never enjoyed... sloppy seconds, as you put it,
but there's something I've wanted to do for a long time now."
He walked around Jean's body and knelt down in front of her, with
some effort she raised her head slightly, looking up at him with a faint
hope that he might help her.
He grabbed her by the chin and lifted her head up slightly,
squeezing her lips together to push them out slightly.
"What a mouth," he whispered, almost reverentially,"What a face."
He grinned at her, then looked up at Bobby and the dazed and
tired Beast.
"You know, back in my time when I came across the message Jean
had left warning that she and the X-Men had been attacked by a traitor,
I was both devastated and outraged that the legendary team I'd idolized
could have been betrayed. But that night, as I lay in my cubicle in the
X.S.E headquarters trying to sleep, the image that kept coming to me
was her face, her mouth.... her beautiful, beautiful mouth."
He forced her mouth open and grabbed at his belt, fumbling it
open.
"And now I'm going to do what I've always wanted to do to it."
"Coolness," said Bobby, looking down at Jean's sweaty ass, her
beautiful, rounded cheeks,"I know what I want, I'm going to slam it to
her ass."
The Beast chuckled slightly, then started to laugh.
"What?" asked Bobby, confused,"What's so funny?"
"Bobby, my dear, dear friend," said Henry,"As long as I've known
you you've talked about your fantasies about anal sex, about how much you
want to do women up their asses, how that would be just the greatest."
"Yeah, and your point is?"
"I think what he's asking, Drake," said Bishop as he pulled his
pants down and revealed a erect cock that, while not as big as Beast's
had been, was formidable,"Is are you gay?"
"WHAT!?!" cried Bobby, stepping back in shock,"NO!! No way! I am
definitely, definitely and totally, completely NOT GAY!!!"
"Methinks the lady doth protest too much," chuckled The Beast.
"I just don't like sloppy seconds is all," said Bobby
churlishly,"Otherwise I'd be slamming it to her cunt right now, but her
tight little butthole is a valid option, man, and I mean to take it."
"We're just kidding with you, Bobby," chuckled Beast,"I enjoy
doing a chicks ass as well, enjoy!"
Henry's vocabulary had become markedly less intellectual than
usual, but Jean hardly noticed. Her body was no longer being held but
she was physically and emotionally exhausted, still in a state of shock
from being raped by one of her best friends.
"Then let's go," said Bishop, and guided his cock towards her
mouth.
"Damn straight," said Bobby, dropping to his knees between Jean's
stretched legs and pulling away his belt.
-
Scott groaned as Betsy lowered herself down onto his cock. It
was probably the same for any other man, he thought, because no matter
how many times he felt hot, tight pussy-lips parting around his cock. It
was an incredibly erotic and sensual sensation, sending thrills of sexual
pleasure up from his lap through to every limb of his body.
With skilled experience, Betsy got all of Scott's meat deep inside
of her, filling her to the hilt with his cockshaft. She rested momentarily,
staring deep into his eyes and smiling, her face flushed with pleasure as
she got used to having his cock inside of her.
Still staring at his eyes, she ran the tips of her fingers up
over her waist and along the underside of her breasts. She smiled even
wider when she saw Scott's eyes hone quickly in on her tits, as if it was
the first time he'd ever seen them exposed.
Which it was.
She ran her fingers over the underside of her breasts and lightly
flicked at her nipples. She shuddered with pleasure and then continued on,
playing with her nipples, making small circles around the hard, erect
nipples, pressing firmly against them, pushing her nipples back into the
firm flesh of her tits.
Scott let out a moan, he didn't just want her to sit on his dick
and play with her tits, he wanted to fuck her, and yet he somehow sensed
that she wouldn't welcome him trying to take control, that she wanted
dominance.
Psylocke's smile was smug, almost arrogant as she leaned forward,
bringing her breasts to just within reach of Scott, if he leaned forward
enough.
He was eager to do it, for some reason sex with his wife seemed
almost forbidden, like he wasn't supposed to be doing Psylocke. But she
was his wife, how could it be wrong?
He moved his head forward and got his mouth around one of the
erect nipples on her large, firm breast. He began to lightly suck on
them, running his tongue around her nipples and nibbling lightly on the
erect nubs with his teeth. After doing this for awhile, he stopped
trying to be a sensitive lover and just began to suck hungrily
and greedily on her tits, running his tongue over her hard nipples,
coating them with saliva, making Betsy moan in pleasure.
As if it had been a signal, the purple haired mutant beauty began
to slide herself up and down over his shaft, sliding her tight, juicy cunt
up and down over his cock. Scott groaned in pleasure, staring at her
tits, which glistened with saliva, HIS saliva, which just seemed to make
it even better.
- Yes, - he thought, - Psylocke has MY cock in HER cunt, MY saliva
on HER tits! -
Why was that so important? She was his wife, why did it seem so
dirty, so taboo to be fucking her?
Who cared!
Betsy gyrated her hips, making small circles which increased both
her pleasure and his. They both made a low, lust-filled moan at the
same time, enjoying the sensation of cock pushing aside cunt-muscles,
filling her up.
She began to speed up, lifting and dropping her hot, firm ass
quickly, pounding against Scott's hips and thighs. He cried out happily
at the feel of her tight and juicy cunthole.
- How could I have forgotten her? - he thought to himself, - How
could I have forgotten this! -
Psylocke was just so hot, so damned sexy! the sight of her large,
firm tits bouncing up and down as she stared deep into his eyes, her
face flushed with passion, a smug, sultry smile crossing her lips as she
rode him, up and down, up and down, faster and faster. The feel of her
snug, tight little pussy clasping onto his cock, squeezing and caressing
his meat, trying to milk his cum.
He could feel cum boiling up within his balls, and hearing the
moans and seeing the shudders wracking Betsy's body convinced him that
she too, was getting ready to orgasm.
Betsy could sense it too, and was lifting her ass higher and
higher with each stroke, pounding back down into his lap harder and
harder, faster and faster as she tried to push the two of them over the
edge of the building wave of orgasm that was coming.
She lifted her ass up, then slammed it back down against his hips,
grinding her cunt against the base of his cock for a few seconds before
lifting back up and repeating the motion. Each time she lifted her ass
up her cuntlips were pulled out, so tight around his cockshaft that they
gripped on and were only pushed back inside when she slammed back down.
"I'm gonna cum, Scott!!!!" she screamed out, staring deep into
his eyes,"Cum with me! Cum with me now!!!"
"Go for it!" he grunted,"I'm gonna blow any minute now!"
And with that Psylocke came, her juices exploding out from within
her,spraying out between the tiny gaps available between cuntlips and cock.
Her cuntlips squeezed down tight on his cock as her juices sprayed
out, and then he came as well, his cum mixing with her juices as he fucked
his hips up and she ground her snatch down. Psylocke squealed out in
erotic excitement and lifted herself up, her juices flooding out around
his cock and falling down onto his crotch and thighs. Then the purple
haired beauty dropped back down with a squelch as her asscheeks hit his
pussyjuice covered thighs. She ground her cunt hard against his hips,
her body shuddering and trembling from her orgasm, feeling the small little
fuckthrusts he was making up into her cunt, almost involuntary reactions
as he lay exhausted from the fuck. Psylocke fell forward, her firm tits
pressing against Scott's chest, his cock still stuffed up her cunt, the
two of them breathing hard together. Psylocke's eyes stared into his
still, her eyes vibrant, alert and somehow arrogant, Scott's tired and
sated. She moved herself up and down against him for a few seconds,
then lay still on top of him, breasts pressed against his chest, cunt
stuffed fill with cock, cheek to cheek.
Husband and wife.
End Part 5/7
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