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“You’re really pushing it now,” Scott said, looking at Storm’s half-dressed body splayed out across his bed, her wrists bound to the headboard. “Ororo is a friend.”

“Yes, Scott, I was your friend!” Raven said tearfully, her imitation of Ororo’s voice off. Or perhaps it was just that Ororo would never beg like that. “I know I turned against you, I know I chose Wakanda over you, but I was wrong! And now you’ve conquered us… conquered me! I know I’m just your plaything now, but please, spare my family? Leave my daughter out of this? You can have me. I won’t fight you. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll serve you the way I always should have…”

Scott went to his liquor cabinet, taking out a fifth of gin. Raven continued writhing on the bed, not quite trying to escape, but showing the ripe jiggles of her assumed body, the tightness of her bonds. Scott couldn’t tell how she had managed to tie herself up like that. Maybe by growing additional hands. 

He twisted the cap off the bottle and took a deep pull from it, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 

Raven swallowed fearfully and croaked with perfect submission. “Please, Scott. You’ve won. Now take your prize. Fuck me. Please? Just take what you want—I know you’re a man of honor, you’ll keep your word. Please let me show you how obedient I can be.”

Scott smiled to himself. Raven really was kinky enough to enjoy this. The gin was burning down his throat, loosening him up—helping him get into character. If Raven wanted to be his victim, then he’d victimize her. He knew she wouldn’t tolerate anything she didn’t truly enjoy for half a second. And he also knew what she wanted. What she was begging for.

“You know I remember when you first joined the X-Men. You used to go around naked. You weren’t one for fancy clothes. Now you dress up like a fashion model, and I for one think you’ve been looking goddamn ridiculous for too long!”

Slamming the bottle down on the nightstand, Scott took hold of her gown’s fabric and ripped it right off her, pulling so hard that the bed she was tied to was yanked around on the floor. Raven moaned piteously as Ororo’s convincingly quivering body was exposed, tender and soft despite how imposing the real thing always was. 

“That’s how you should look,” Scott snarled, pulling away the scraps of fabric that still tried to hide Ororo’s tender flesh from him. “Naked as a jaybird. Like you used to. Like Emma and Betsy walk around, letting themselves be appreciated a little. Not this African Jackie Kennedy shit. It makes you look so fucking ugly, I can’t get a hard-on even thinking about it. Emma, Psylocke, I’d fuck them in a New York minute. But you, Miss High and Mighty, you don’t get my dick. You’ll have to make do with something else.”

He grabbed up the bottle as he walked away, taking another swig from it. He could only hope Raven was liking his performance as a drunken lout—if she wanted to amuse herself by challenging him with some politically incorrect scenario, he would challenge her right back by playing it to the hilt. He had no intention of hurting her, and wasn’t nearly enough of a lightweight to get drunk off a few sips of alcohol, but if Raven wanted a little fear to go with her ravishment, he would oblige her.

Opening the door to his refrigerator as if rummaging for a midnight snack, Scott quickly selected the tool he wanted and returned to Raven, holding it behind his back. Raven did a convincing job of showing the nervousness Ororo would feel if she were about to be ravaged, but there was an air of anticipation about her that she just couldn’t dispel. Maybe that was supposed to be her character as well. Scott doubted Raven was sick enough to want to play out a rape in full. More likely she’d ‘come around’ to enjoying it like the heroine of some dubiously written romance novel. 

And if that was what she wanted, it seemed like it wouldn’t take long at all for Scott to get her there. He displayed a thick, knobby cucumber, letting Raven glimpse it for only a moment before he brought it between her legs. She was damn wet already, and that emboldened Scott to slam the bumpy phallus into her, Raven gritting her teeth as if in unbearable pain. She really was good at her job, Scott had to admit. She looked exactly like Ororo would, trying to suppress her fear and pain, and despite himself, Scott found his arousal mounting at the sight of the proud, condescending Storm now debased and helpless. Maybe Raven knew his dark side better than he would’ve liked.

Whether the determination was Raven’s or Ororo’s, it faded quickly as Scott forced the cucumber deeper into her, making the delicate folds of her pussy stretch to take it all. Raven twitched feebly, brimming with tears traveling down her cheeks, gleaming all the brighter on her jet-black skin.

“What’s the matter, Ororo? Too big for you? Isn’t that husband of yours endowed enough to get you ready for a little veggie? Hold on—let me help you out.”

Again he left Raven alone with her thoughts, and the all too real worry creeping into this game. Although not nearly as jaded or perverse as Emma Frost before her, Raven was of a kind with her when it came to Scott’s appeal. His incorruptible idealism, his zealous drive, his authoritative respectability—they all made it somehow irresistible to plumb the depths of his other side. To scratch at his desires and see just how passionate… how depraved… he could really be. Emma, Raven thought, had been satisfied just to know that Scott truly loved and desired a wicked creature such as herself. But Raven wasn’t so content. She had an insatiable appetite to push Scott further and further, using her power in ever more twisted ways to find out just what deviancy they could share. And she had no idea where that sick intimacy would end up taking them. It could be that she would end up getting fucked to death.

But if she did, what a way to go.

Raven was lost in her thoughts when Scott came back, and didn’t know he was there until she felt the stick of butter he’d fetched enter her, going deep into her snatch, covering its inner reaches with a slick, viscous feeling. Raven gasped as she felt her juices flowing, mingling with the crude lubrication the butter offered her. Both the touching of her sex and her newfound sense of degradation forced her body to respond, and Scott didn’t let up until her slit was totally covered with a sloppy helping of melting butter.

Scott took another long drink. “There. Nice and slick. Now let’s see what we can get in there.”

And he rammed the cucumber inside of her again. The lubricating butter helped some, but Raven still felt like her pussy was being wrenched open, forced to take an intruder far too large for it.

“God, God, I hate you!” Raven moaned. “You’re raping me and you won’t even do it with your cock—your big, wonderful cock…”

Scott pulled the cucumber out of Raven as suddenly as he’d shoved it into her. And no matter how bad the pain had been, the empty void inside her now was worse. Raven moaned hoarsely, looking at him through Ororo’s clear blue eyes.

“Fuck me, Scott! Give me your cock! I’ll make it good for both of us! We’ll both enjoy it!”

Scott settled his body over Raven’s, jamming the half-empty bottle between the mattress and the headboard to keep it in place. “So you need my cock, huh Ororo? The cucumber wasn’t good enough for her highness? Okay. I’ll fuck you. Maybe that’ll help you understand how I beat you.”

His hips surged between her thighs, driving him into her with a sudden parting of her labia. Raven gaped as she felt his massive knob smash into the furthest depths of her cunt. It hurt like the cucumber had, but it was a familiar pain, a wonderful pain. A pain that came with the knowledge that she could take every inch of his cock, no matter how hard it was, no matter how roughly he fucked her.

Through the hunger and torment of her steaming pussy came pleasure, building slowly, quiet and soft where the pain was sharp and demanding. But Raven loved it all the more for that. She was full—filled with Scott’s vibrant cock, all hers to its very hilt!

Raven groaned as near-scalding warmth spread through her, spiking and easing off as Scott ground himself against her pussy, the mixture of pain and pleasure almost too much for her. But the pain enhanced the pleasure, made it even sweeter. She could feel not just his love for her, but the anger he bore towards Ororo, feel it in every inch Scott moved through her slippery passage. 

There was no more pain in her moans, only enjoyment. She didn’t even feel the brutal bonds holding her hands down and spreading her legs wide. All that mattered was how Scott’s member felt as it raced to the back of her flowing womanhood and was snatched back again. She could tell he was greatly enjoying every thrust he made inside her, hearing his harsh grunts rich with pleasure, his prick jerking and throbbing inside her sex. Her cunt spasmed, eagerly receptive after the humiliation she had suffered on Ororo’s behalf. Soon, it had become a creature of sheer passion.

Raven’s cunt was gushing with juices, drenching Scott’s manhood, covering it completely. Scott continued pumping himself into Raven, slipping in and out with ease as her cream ran down over his balls. The tingling warmth that flowed across his scrotum made Scott ferocious with lust. He didn’t care if Raven—Ororo—was satisfied. All that mattered in this scenario was his pleasure, and that seemed assured. The electric sensations inside his tool were building up, making his cock swell firmly against the tightly clutching walls of Raven’s rippling sex. 

His scrotum felt like a boiler, the pressure rising, and there was only one escape valve. The slit at the tip of his glans flared open, the first drops of precum lost in Scott’s mindless usage of Raven’s cunt. He was a battering ram gone berserk, trying to force himself deeper and deeper into a passage with no more room. Raven was being pounded into the mattress, the bedsprings protesting shrilly with every drive of his hips, but none of it mattered to him. Not even Raven’s heaving, gasping breaths as her climax approached. The only thing that mattered was his own growing pleasure, the fiery rise of his cum as it quivered in his prick, traveled the length of his shaft, and exploded with volcanic fury inside of Raven. And still he fucked her, pumping, driving, covering his length with his own seed as he got in as many thrusts as he could into the pussy he’d already filled with cum. The only thing he cared about was the friction of his pistoning cock inside her clenching sheath, sating his wild lust with brutal efficiency. 

Raven shuddered as she felt her lover’s cum splurge and splatter inside her, and she hummed with pleasure as if that burning fluid was a fuel, powering her ecstasy with a never-ending supply. Scott’s cock filled her so well, giving her the excessive pleasure she had hoped would come with submitting to this angry catharsis. She reached new heights of sexual satisfaction, simply from how wantonly he used her. It made the memories of their tender lovemaking all the sweeter, knowing how violently he could fuck her if he really wanted to.

Scott was reaming out her cunt, greedily taking all the pleasure he could, but reducing Raven to erotic bliss in the process. She felt orgasmic stirrings each time he jammed himself deep into her. The sound of his cock pounding into her through his own cum was music to her ears. His harsh breaths fed the engine inside her like nitrous, pushing her tortured cunt into overdrive. She was almost ready to come herself when Scott pulled out of her, his shaft finally losing its firmness.

“No!” Raven cried out. She would have given anything to have him back inside her, the feeling of emptiness now dwarfing the void she’d felt when he’d taken the cucumber out of her cunt. She needed him to fill her. “Finish me off! Fuck me!”

“Oh no, Storm,” Scott hissed. “You lost, remember? Losers don’t get to come. Losers just get to swallow.”

And he came up to straddle her chest, forcing his still lengthy member to her mouth, sticky with his own cum. The taste of his seed was no substitute for the feel of his prick inside her, but it would have to do. Raven opened her mouth wide and let Scott use it just as he’d used her pussy.

She knew that a sweetheart like Scott would make her come if she turned blue again and asked him to, but that would be a form of surrender—the one kind of submission she’d never give him.