Wolf in Scott's Clothing
Title: Wolf in Scott's Clothing
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men (OMG! Not a crossover!)
Pairing: Emma Frost/Betsy Braddock/(Scott Summers???)
Rating: NC-17 - This is porn people!
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 1892
Prompt: 031. Costumes - I'm interpreting this prompt in an odd way. I think it works though.
WARNING: This is incredibly hardcore, and really really kinky in a very bad way. This involves mind-control and serious dubcon, of the sort where NONCON might be more accurate. And it is technically het. (Which, considering the pairing is rather puzzling.) AND THIS IS DEGRADING AND VIOLENT AND VILE, OKAY?
Apologies: I cannot believe I wrote this. This is what I think Emma is like at her absolute worst, although if I had to choose between this possibility and her falling for Scott... I might choose this. It is a plausible alternative.
Also, it's in 2nd person present, which is always awkward, and sentences that twist to hell and back. But that's what you get for writing with one hand...
The thing you like best about being Scott is the control. Not that Scott had control. He was always wide eyed and slack jawed when you took him in your mouth, but when you peeked you found out that dear Jeanie was too disgusted by the thought of oral to do the job, and though Madeline had given it her best shot, she didn’t have the technique. Betsy had just spread her legs for him, and understandably, he had pounded her gaping wet slutty hole without restraint. But when you were Scott you were better than that. It was women who caught your eye, tits and curves and wet mouths, women who would open for you, let you inside, wouldn’t even realize that they ought to fight back.
You caught him as he gaped and came with your mouth around him, and then you trapped him in something that was not quite a memory, where he was twelve and blind and desperate and the Professor came to his room and fondled his balls, sucking and licking them until he came over his own chest and then lifted little Scottie up and opened his asshole and settled him down on his prick in his lap, and Scott sobbed and pleaded and the Professor told him that he was teaching him to be strong, to overcome his weaknesses, to take pain with bravery, and had come, hot and thick, slick and disgusting in Scott’s anus, on repeat.
You sat in his office, looking officious and bored, just like he always did, and you smiled at the first person to come in. It was Betsy, sly and inquiring about Emma. “Oh, she’s gone? Really?” And you smile back and find it incredibly amusing that Betsy thinks she’s one-upping you when you’re the one whose going to violate her. She sits on your desk and spreads her legs wantonly and you can smell her from six feet away. You approach stiffly, like Scott would, not comfortable walking with a hard on, not that you have a hard on. Betsy’s pretty, but it’s humiliation that arouses you, not confidence. She’s not wearing any underwear, and you stick one of Scott’s thick fingers right into her snatch and up her cunt. Her eyes widen. She’s shocked.
“You’re not going to argue?” she asks weakly, and you almost laugh at the way she expects Scott to be slavish in his hypocrisy. You move your finger in a circle, finding her g-spot, which is painful for her, since she’s hardly aroused. But she’s getting wetter, and you know that the women who are attracted to Scott are the ones who like not knowing what’s going on behind that visor. They don’t want to connect. They want to be fucked.
You fuck her with the finger and she moans. And then you know, exactly how this is going to go, and you drop down and thrust your tongue firmly inside of her, Scott’s tongue, but it’s sort of difficult to distance yourself from the tongue that’s lapping up all the slut’s wetness, and you’d forgotten how much you enjoy eating pussy, particularly because of the way Betsy’s gasping and crying out and saying “I’m going to cum, oh my god, I’m going to cum,” and her utter shock, because Scott has never done anything like this before, he’s never been anything but selfish. But this is entirely selfish. You want her to come so hard that she sees stars, and cocks are fine, but they’re like using a sledgehammer when you need a file. With a mouth you can work her right up to the edge, and keep her there, hovering just right where you need her until she’s so high that the acceleration from the crash will turn her into jelly on impact.
But you need jelly, because what you have planned has to be done correctly, or the ninja will slither out of it. And at the exact right moment you thrust in firmly with your tongue and she comes like fucking tsunami all over Scott’s face. And she is limp and weak and you are as hard as a rod. So you tie her. It’s your desk, you know what’s in it, and you cuff her hands behind her back and her ankles to the legs of the desk, and strap her down so she can’t move. You scrunch up her designer skirt and palm the smooth firm muscles of her ass. You slide Scott’s cock out of his pants. It’s hard and sensitive and you stroke it a few times, loving the feeling of it. It’s so simple, being a male. The source of your pleasure is penetration, is domination. There is no weakness in it, and you slide slowly and easily into Betsy’s cunt, wide and slick with viscous slimy cum. And she moans.
“Not yet,” she hisses, still swollen and sensitive from coming. “It hurts.”
And you slam into her and she screams and you love it that it hurts, and that she’s crying, and you’re thrusting, in and out, and you can feel in her mind that it’s burning, and she doesn’t understand why you’re hurting her. And she’s trying to get away, but after years at the hellfire club, your knots are ninja proof. She’s weeping, and you slide out, still stiff and proud. Scott wouldn’t have lasted this long. There’s ice in the drinks cabinet and you take some and glide it over her pussy. She gasps, and you trace a bit along your cock as well.
“Does that feel better, dear?” you inquire, knowing your diction isn’t quite right, but knowing she’s too brutalized to notice. There’s a clump of it, just about the right shape, and you push it into her.
“Oh my god, don’t, don’t.” It sooths the burn, but makes her clench and freeze inside, and she’s still crying, and that’s your favorite part. You cup her ass again, parting her cheeks and smile down at the star shaped asshole. She’s a bit of a prude for a slut and you want that virginity. You haven’t had yours since you were twenty one and Sebastian had smiled at you and opened you up and told you that it was better to do it now so it didn’t hurt so much during the hazing. You had used that line on enough girls since, and offered them a penis shaped strap-on to wear up their ass to get used to the feel of it. But they were never quite used to the feel of it, and the look on their faces as they watched in the mirror as you worked it open, the red molded worm entering them like a tentacle and the way their pussies spouted useless lubrication was excellent.
With Scott’s wet finger you probe it, and Betsy gasps. “No!” she manages. “No! Don’t do that. Let me go.” You stroke it teasingly and you see it wink, opening inadvertently and then Betsy clenching it tight again. You cup your balls, your cock so excited, and consider just jamming it in. She might bleed. It would be delicious.
“You little cock-tease,” you hiss at her, “coming in here without any panties, and then you won’t even let me get off.”
“I’ll suck you. I will. Please don’t…”
“I know you will, because I’m going to fuck your throat. But first I’m going to fuck your ass.”
And you don’t beat around the bush anymore, because your cock is sticky and hard, and you press it into her and she’s gasping, “oh god, oh god, oh no, oh god,” and she’s so tight and dry and she’d not fighting you anymore, but you know it hurts like fucking hell, and yet there’s a tension in her body, in her fingers, clenching together behind her back, that tells you, even more than her torn up complicated mind, that she’s enjoying it, if against her will.
All superheroes have rape fantasies, or why would they fight evil wearing spandex and their underwear outside their clothes?
You slide your cock out of the hot dry passage, and into the icy moist one below. She gasps, and so do you, forgetting that it’s dripping with ice water. It jumps you up to the edge, and wet and slick you push back into her ass and you pound it, Scott’s balls slapping most interestingly against her pussy. She’s gasping and writhing and begging for you to stop, begging for Scott to stop. But you’re not Scott, not really, and you’re here to punish, and you know she feels your cock like a snake up her ass, like an anaconda, probing so deeply inside of her, crawling up through her colon into her intestine, ready to lay eggs in her belly, and have them hatch into a thousand wriggling monsters, filling her, eating her from the inside out, and you come.
You fill her ass with a thick wad of sperm, drawing out, and dribbling it over her thigh. You go around the desk and hold your cock in front of her face. She’s staring at you like she doesn’t know you. But of course if she knew, she would know you too well, and have never have gotten herself into this situation in the first place.
“Clean it up. You said you’d suck me.”
And you stick it in her mouth, not waiting for a response. She sucks with a will. Her eyes utterly horrified, but too afraid and helpless to say no. You know she tastes shit and cum and sperm, but her tongue keeps moving. You tip her head back and thrust down her throat a few times. Then you wipe your cock on her face and feed her your balls, which she mouths eagerly. They just taste like sweat and coarse hair. You fuck her easy slut of a mouth again, her purple lipstick leaving streaks on your cock, and then you feel the second wave building and you pull out to come on her face. She shuts her eyes and opens her mouth, and you make sure to cover her eyes and get some in her hair and have it drip down her ear.
You’re good to go, and you tuck your cock back in, and wander around the desk, looking at her from all angles. The cum leaking from her ass, and dripping off the tip of her nose, her gaping cunt, still cool from the ice, not swollen like after a good fucking. The utter shame in her eyes as she peers at you, then closes her eyes tightly as semen drips into them and makes them sting. You lean down and bite into her ass, hard until red teethmarks are left. It will bruise, and she’ll have an even harder time sitting than she would after getting just raped up the ass. You consider her sai, and wonder if you could employ them, ass-fuck her with the handle of one maybe. But you’re a bit beat and you untie her, pulling down her skirt, and giving her a tissue to wipe her face with. It’s the same one you used on your cock, but it’s the same shit, so whatever. She hurriedly leaves.
“You should come again,” you call after her with a smile. “Emma’s gone until next week!”
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I am sorry for this one.
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men (OMG! Not a crossover!)
Pairing: Emma Frost/Betsy Braddock/(Scott Summers???)
Rating: NC-17 - This is porn people!
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 1892
Prompt: 031. Costumes - I'm interpreting this prompt in an odd way. I think it works though.
WARNING: This is incredibly hardcore, and really really kinky in a very bad way. This involves mind-control and serious dubcon, of the sort where NONCON might be more accurate. And it is technically het. (Which, considering the pairing is rather puzzling.) AND THIS IS DEGRADING AND VIOLENT AND VILE, OKAY?
Apologies: I cannot believe I wrote this. This is what I think Emma is like at her absolute worst, although if I had to choose between this possibility and her falling for Scott... I might choose this. It is a plausible alternative.
Also, it's in 2nd person present, which is always awkward, and sentences that twist to hell and back. But that's what you get for writing with one hand...
The thing you like best about being Scott is the control. Not that Scott had control. He was always wide eyed and slack jawed when you took him in your mouth, but when you peeked you found out that dear Jeanie was too disgusted by the thought of oral to do the job, and though Madeline had given it her best shot, she didn’t have the technique. Betsy had just spread her legs for him, and understandably, he had pounded her gaping wet slutty hole without restraint. But when you were Scott you were better than that. It was women who caught your eye, tits and curves and wet mouths, women who would open for you, let you inside, wouldn’t even realize that they ought to fight back.
You caught him as he gaped and came with your mouth around him, and then you trapped him in something that was not quite a memory, where he was twelve and blind and desperate and the Professor came to his room and fondled his balls, sucking and licking them until he came over his own chest and then lifted little Scottie up and opened his asshole and settled him down on his prick in his lap, and Scott sobbed and pleaded and the Professor told him that he was teaching him to be strong, to overcome his weaknesses, to take pain with bravery, and had come, hot and thick, slick and disgusting in Scott’s anus, on repeat.
You sat in his office, looking officious and bored, just like he always did, and you smiled at the first person to come in. It was Betsy, sly and inquiring about Emma. “Oh, she’s gone? Really?” And you smile back and find it incredibly amusing that Betsy thinks she’s one-upping you when you’re the one whose going to violate her. She sits on your desk and spreads her legs wantonly and you can smell her from six feet away. You approach stiffly, like Scott would, not comfortable walking with a hard on, not that you have a hard on. Betsy’s pretty, but it’s humiliation that arouses you, not confidence. She’s not wearing any underwear, and you stick one of Scott’s thick fingers right into her snatch and up her cunt. Her eyes widen. She’s shocked.
“You’re not going to argue?” she asks weakly, and you almost laugh at the way she expects Scott to be slavish in his hypocrisy. You move your finger in a circle, finding her g-spot, which is painful for her, since she’s hardly aroused. But she’s getting wetter, and you know that the women who are attracted to Scott are the ones who like not knowing what’s going on behind that visor. They don’t want to connect. They want to be fucked.
You fuck her with the finger and she moans. And then you know, exactly how this is going to go, and you drop down and thrust your tongue firmly inside of her, Scott’s tongue, but it’s sort of difficult to distance yourself from the tongue that’s lapping up all the slut’s wetness, and you’d forgotten how much you enjoy eating pussy, particularly because of the way Betsy’s gasping and crying out and saying “I’m going to cum, oh my god, I’m going to cum,” and her utter shock, because Scott has never done anything like this before, he’s never been anything but selfish. But this is entirely selfish. You want her to come so hard that she sees stars, and cocks are fine, but they’re like using a sledgehammer when you need a file. With a mouth you can work her right up to the edge, and keep her there, hovering just right where you need her until she’s so high that the acceleration from the crash will turn her into jelly on impact.
But you need jelly, because what you have planned has to be done correctly, or the ninja will slither out of it. And at the exact right moment you thrust in firmly with your tongue and she comes like fucking tsunami all over Scott’s face. And she is limp and weak and you are as hard as a rod. So you tie her. It’s your desk, you know what’s in it, and you cuff her hands behind her back and her ankles to the legs of the desk, and strap her down so she can’t move. You scrunch up her designer skirt and palm the smooth firm muscles of her ass. You slide Scott’s cock out of his pants. It’s hard and sensitive and you stroke it a few times, loving the feeling of it. It’s so simple, being a male. The source of your pleasure is penetration, is domination. There is no weakness in it, and you slide slowly and easily into Betsy’s cunt, wide and slick with viscous slimy cum. And she moans.
“Not yet,” she hisses, still swollen and sensitive from coming. “It hurts.”
And you slam into her and she screams and you love it that it hurts, and that she’s crying, and you’re thrusting, in and out, and you can feel in her mind that it’s burning, and she doesn’t understand why you’re hurting her. And she’s trying to get away, but after years at the hellfire club, your knots are ninja proof. She’s weeping, and you slide out, still stiff and proud. Scott wouldn’t have lasted this long. There’s ice in the drinks cabinet and you take some and glide it over her pussy. She gasps, and you trace a bit along your cock as well.
“Does that feel better, dear?” you inquire, knowing your diction isn’t quite right, but knowing she’s too brutalized to notice. There’s a clump of it, just about the right shape, and you push it into her.
“Oh my god, don’t, don’t.” It sooths the burn, but makes her clench and freeze inside, and she’s still crying, and that’s your favorite part. You cup her ass again, parting her cheeks and smile down at the star shaped asshole. She’s a bit of a prude for a slut and you want that virginity. You haven’t had yours since you were twenty one and Sebastian had smiled at you and opened you up and told you that it was better to do it now so it didn’t hurt so much during the hazing. You had used that line on enough girls since, and offered them a penis shaped strap-on to wear up their ass to get used to the feel of it. But they were never quite used to the feel of it, and the look on their faces as they watched in the mirror as you worked it open, the red molded worm entering them like a tentacle and the way their pussies spouted useless lubrication was excellent.
With Scott’s wet finger you probe it, and Betsy gasps. “No!” she manages. “No! Don’t do that. Let me go.” You stroke it teasingly and you see it wink, opening inadvertently and then Betsy clenching it tight again. You cup your balls, your cock so excited, and consider just jamming it in. She might bleed. It would be delicious.
“You little cock-tease,” you hiss at her, “coming in here without any panties, and then you won’t even let me get off.”
“I’ll suck you. I will. Please don’t…”
“I know you will, because I’m going to fuck your throat. But first I’m going to fuck your ass.”
And you don’t beat around the bush anymore, because your cock is sticky and hard, and you press it into her and she’s gasping, “oh god, oh god, oh no, oh god,” and she’s so tight and dry and she’d not fighting you anymore, but you know it hurts like fucking hell, and yet there’s a tension in her body, in her fingers, clenching together behind her back, that tells you, even more than her torn up complicated mind, that she’s enjoying it, if against her will.
All superheroes have rape fantasies, or why would they fight evil wearing spandex and their underwear outside their clothes?
You slide your cock out of the hot dry passage, and into the icy moist one below. She gasps, and so do you, forgetting that it’s dripping with ice water. It jumps you up to the edge, and wet and slick you push back into her ass and you pound it, Scott’s balls slapping most interestingly against her pussy. She’s gasping and writhing and begging for you to stop, begging for Scott to stop. But you’re not Scott, not really, and you’re here to punish, and you know she feels your cock like a snake up her ass, like an anaconda, probing so deeply inside of her, crawling up through her colon into her intestine, ready to lay eggs in her belly, and have them hatch into a thousand wriggling monsters, filling her, eating her from the inside out, and you come.
You fill her ass with a thick wad of sperm, drawing out, and dribbling it over her thigh. You go around the desk and hold your cock in front of her face. She’s staring at you like she doesn’t know you. But of course if she knew, she would know you too well, and have never have gotten herself into this situation in the first place.
“Clean it up. You said you’d suck me.”
And you stick it in her mouth, not waiting for a response. She sucks with a will. Her eyes utterly horrified, but too afraid and helpless to say no. You know she tastes shit and cum and sperm, but her tongue keeps moving. You tip her head back and thrust down her throat a few times. Then you wipe your cock on her face and feed her your balls, which she mouths eagerly. They just taste like sweat and coarse hair. You fuck her easy slut of a mouth again, her purple lipstick leaving streaks on your cock, and then you feel the second wave building and you pull out to come on her face. She shuts her eyes and opens her mouth, and you make sure to cover her eyes and get some in her hair and have it drip down her ear.
You’re good to go, and you tuck your cock back in, and wander around the desk, looking at her from all angles. The cum leaking from her ass, and dripping off the tip of her nose, her gaping cunt, still cool from the ice, not swollen like after a good fucking. The utter shame in her eyes as she peers at you, then closes her eyes tightly as semen drips into them and makes them sting. You lean down and bite into her ass, hard until red teethmarks are left. It will bruise, and she’ll have an even harder time sitting than she would after getting just raped up the ass. You consider her sai, and wonder if you could employ them, ass-fuck her with the handle of one maybe. But you’re a bit beat and you untie her, pulling down her skirt, and giving her a tissue to wipe her face with. It’s the same one you used on your cock, but it’s the same shit, so whatever. She hurriedly leaves.
“You should come again,” you call after her with a smile. “Emma’s gone until next week!”
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I am sorry for this one.