By
DarkRiver (darkriver@cyberdude.com)
Disclaimer: The character belong to Marvel and
appear without permission -- partly because I didn't ask and partly because
Stan Lee already has a contract out on my life.
WARNING: This story is erotic in nature -- very
adult. Don't read if you're not
legal. It's also got bondage and a
little non-consentual, so be prepared.
Jean Grey
shifted uncomfortably in her bonds; seeking but not finding a flaw in the
expert knots that kept her wrists tied together. She chafed against the gag between her teeth, furious and
indignant at the position she found herself in. She, the one-time Phoenix; one of the most powerful psions on
Earth and veteran X-Man, was not accustomed to finding herself helpless.
Nor, she
discovered, was she particularly fond of the sensation.
Her captor
-- one of them at least -- stood watchingg her from a few feet away. His long dark hair spilled over a battered
weapons harness. His mustache, long and
well-trimmed, framed a mouth that normally only scowled. The lips were turned up in an ugly smirk at
the moment, though.
It was at
that point that the significance of the bed under her -- as well as the
solitary audience that she seemed to be enjoying with the rangy Marauder --
struck home. Jean suppressed a little
tremor, refusing to show any fear or even concern.
She rather
calmly tried to summon her powers -- thinking that she might grind his gonads
to powder before she caused his head to explode -- but it was to no avail. Her mutant abilities were not responding --
the result of one of Scrambler's tricks, she was certain.
The attack
had come quite out of the blue -- so much so that even her ranging telepathy had
been unable to give her warning. She
could only hope that Scott and Bobby had not been captured as well and that
they would soon be here.
Scalphunter
approached her slowly, his grin even brighter now. "Well, Jean...not quite so high and mighty now, are
you?"
Her
green-eyed glare spoke volumes.
"I bet
you're expecting to be handed over to my boss.
Well, you might be relieved to hear that he doesn't even know you're
here." His voice dipped into
something sickeningly like a purr.
"It's just the two of us, babe."
Jean
squirmed, still glaring at him like a cat who has had her tail stepped on.
Scalphunter
produced a knife and began to very carefully cut away her uniform. The form-fitting spandex peeled away in
strips, landing on the floor like so much confetti. Her sports bra and panties went next, leaving her pale, perfect
skin naked to his touch.
Jean
thrashed futilely as his hand came to rest on her hip -- surprised despite
herself at the gentle way he caressed her.
Goosepimples dotted her flesh and she tried to squirm away. She could hardly believe this was happening.
"You're
hot shit," Scalphunter murmured.
"I'm gonna enjoy this..."
His hands
roamed freely over her helpless body, brushing over her stomach and sliding
over her breasts. Her nipples, quite
unconcerned with the source of the attention, sprang to attention. She gritted her teeth and tried to force her
body to ignore the pleasant contact.
"You
can fight all you want, red, but you ain't gonna win. I got you where I want you and you're gonna stay."
Jean shook
her head and cursed at him. His grip
became more forceful, more demanding; kneading and groping her ample
cleavage. A small moan escaped the gag,
but her glare of defiance did not falter.
Her hardened nipples practically sparked with pleasure as her captor
pinched and teased them.
He twined a
lock of her sunfire-colored hair in his fingers, toying with her. She was not afraid of him -- even helpless
as she was. No matter what transpired
in this room, she knew that he would always be less than her -- no more than a
used-up assassin.
Scalphunter
pressed in close and removed the gag.
"I'm gonna enjoy hearing you sc--"
"You
son of a bi--"
His hot
mouth descended to hers in a hungry kiss.
At the same time, a rude, probing finger pushed into her pussy. She gasped in surprise, unwittingly opening
herself to the kiss. His mustache
bristled against her cheek like the hairs on a toothbrush. She wrenched her head to the side and gulped
in air, cursing him with every oath she knew.
His fingers
-- there had to be at least two of them nnow, were deep inside of her, caressing
and tantalizing her in such a way that she could not help but be turned
on. She moaned a little, her teeth
snapping together as her back arched.
Desperately, she tried to think of Scott -- of anything that would
ground her in reality, but the only reality for her seemed to be the
deliciously forceful, demanding digits of the Marauder.
Scalphunter
slipped off the bed and smiled at her.
"I'd love to toy with you all day, red, but I don't know how long
Scrambler's touch will affect you.
So..."
She watched
with a mixture of emotions she could not fully sort out as the tall Marauder
stripped out of his battlegear. He was
muscled underneath, as she had assumed.
His physique was obviously that of a fighting man.
What drew
her attention more immediately, though, was the rampant erection jutting up to
his belly in a throbbing pole. He
stepped over to her and took a handful of her red hair in his hands. "You don't even want to know what'll
happen if I feel teeth," he growled.
Jean tried
to turn her face away but couldn't.
Instead, she did her best to lock her jaws together, refusing the cock
thrust towards her face.
Scalphunter
patiently but quite insistently forced her jaws open like a stablehand with a
recalcitrant horse. Jean whimper and
groaned as inch after inch was pushed into her mouth. She gulped and swallowed, trying to accommodate the entire
length. The Marauder grinned down at her
and slowly began thrusting.
Jean might
well have chosen to bite down at that point and damn the consequences -- but
she was no animal. There would be a
time and a place later for revenge.
The
Marauder fucked her mouth slowly, taking long, deep strokes. His heavy balls bumped into her chin with
each push forward, sending tingles of sensations to her nerves in counterpoint
to the deliberate back and forth slide between her lips.
"Oh
yeah..." the Marauder growled in approval.
Jean
reflexively tried to swallow around his cock, which caused just the slightest
sucking sensation; Scalphunter moaned and sped up his face-fucking.
"Now
for the grand finale, red," he gasped, pulling out.
He rolled
her over onto her stomach and pulled her up to her knees. Jean laid her cheek down on the rough
blankets on the bed and closed her eyes, resigned and -- though she hated to
admit it -- somewhat anxious to see if the Maruader knew how to use that big dick
of his.
Scalphunter
pushed his cock into her pussy and drove it home, her wetness allowing him easy
access. Her groan of surprised pleasure
mingled with his grunt of triumph. The
cock filled her completely, stretching her vagina to a wonderful tightness.
The
pounding thrusts that followed were like the primal strokes she had seen
stallions use on their mares; simple, powerful and inexorable. Though she might never forgive herself
later, for now she enjoyed, whimpering and crying out as the Marauder ravaged
her.
His strong
hands gripped her shoulders, giving him better leverage for his demanding,
unstoppable breaching of her most intimate places. The thick, hard penis drove in long and deep, plunging into her
with all of the considerable force that he could muster.
Jean's hair
covered her face, which was flushed red with ecstasy. She bit her lower lip and tried to hold her ground as the rape
went on, denying any whimper or cry that she could -- though many still
escaped. The pleasure -- mixed with the
danger -- was a heady mixture for her.
Scalphunter's
guttural growls became deeper and heavier; she knew that he would come soon and
that thought spiked her own guilty-pleasure.
As his sperm jetted up into her, she let herself have one shrill cry of
absolute relief as her body spasmed in response.
***
Later,
after they had shared a rather intimate shower, the two of them lay sprawled
out on their bed in the boathouse.
Scott picked up the black wig off the night-stand and shook his head. "The others would have us committed if
they knew..."
Jean
cuddled closer. "So, they won't
know, will they?" She smiled
happily. "I appreciate you
indulging me, Scott."
The leader
of the X-Men, seeming much less uptight now that he was naked in bed with his
wife, grinned somewhat sheepishly.
"Well, I get something out of it too..."
She laughed
sleepily in his arms. Even freshly
showered as they were, his familiar scent was still evident, and it brought
with it a comfort which was quickly lulling her to sleep. "So...shall we try Kitty and Pete tomorrow
night?" she asked.
His eyes
brightened momentarily before the haze of sleep retook its place. "Sounds like a date..."
The End