The Scott We Never Knew but Just Might Like

Chapter 5
This Day Will Never End


Magneto just stayed the way he was, he didn’t thrust or remove himself, he just remained there letting Scott know what it felt like to be dominated, forced to do what he begged and pleaded not to be done. Scott desperately tried not to cry but the pressure in his ass caused involuntary spasms around Magneto’s thick cock. Pleased from Scott’s discomfort, Mags was about to pull his hips back when he felt his body flying across the disheveled building landing in a pile of debris making a crashing noise that echoed through the structure. Scott quickly looked up hoping it wasn’t any of the group who rescued him, especially Jean. Seeing a pair of black boots at his face he knew it was Vanquish and was slightly relieved, but totally embarrassed. *Don’t be.* She helped Scott pull his pants up when she felt all of her body freeze up in enormous pain. All the metallic cells in her body had ceased up and she found herself in the clutches of her brand new enemy. ‘Child you do not know who you deal with,’ Magneto said gripping her throat. She could feel her blood rushing to her brain, her veins being overrun with too much fluid, her pulse racing. ‘Stop you son of a bitch!’ Scott yelled hitting him with his eye beam, sending Magneto reeling back, but his grip still on a suffering Vanquish. ‘Scott my dear boy I was just showing how to have a little fun at my expense, now you’re going to seal this little girl’s fate.’ Vanquish has had some of the worse things happen to her in her lifetime and she hated most of all being underestimated and being called a ‘little girl’. Scott was setting up for another blast when he saw the two of them surrounded by flames. Magneto, confused gripped her throat tighter almost crushing it. He sent more pain to her brain but the flames grew stronger and hotter. In agony soon Magneto was becoming a human torch when he couldn’t take anymore and snapped Vanquish’s neck like a twig and throwing her limp body to the ground. Her being dead didn’t stop the fire, yet it continued and Magneto quickly dressed himself and floated away, a little of her fire still attached to his cape. Scott found himself on his knees trying to revive Vanquish, slaps to the face, rubbing her hair, apologizing for the way he acted when she first arrived, yet nothing worked. He didn’t know how long he was there with her when the X-Men arrived. Everyone waited for Scott to say something but their leader was speechless. Logan’ s bloodhound nose couldn’t pick up any kind of scent from Vanquish, but he knew by the way Scott was acting that she was gone, but everyone else waited for Scott to say something. He finally looked up from Vanquish’s lucid face and sniffed a tear away. ‘She fought just like an X-Man, but…’ That’s all that was said.


Scott really didn’t remember boarding the plane, taking off or landing back at the mansion. He sat in the Blackbird with Vanquish, sitting on the floor beside her body, wondering why Magneto would kill one of his ‘beloved brethren’ for something so stupid. The tears began to roll again, not for the pain he felt in his ass as the plane fought turbulence, but selfishly because he wanted so bad to fuck Vanquish and he felt even worse because she actually wanted to…with him. He knocked himself upside his own head, thinking ill of her like that, then the next thing he knew he was in his room, out of uniform in nothing but his red tinted Ray Ban sunglasses. He didn’t want to be disturbed after he put Vanquish’s body down in the infirmary, but of course he heard a tap on his door and he had a feeling who it was, and really wasn’t in the mood for her. Without his permission the door opened and there stood Jean, not in her uniform but in short black mini skirt and tank top, not something Scott needed right now. ‘Are you alright?’ she asked sitting next to him on the bed. No words came from him he just sat there staring at her, sad, angry, vengeful, horny. ‘Is there anything I can get you? Food? Something to drink?’ Saying nothing Jean felt herself being pulled down and kissed by Scott. He needed to feel something after what happened, after Magneto, after Vanquish. He rolled over putting himself on top of Jean, the covers blocking his nakedness from her clothed body. *Scott, no this isn’t right.* I know but…* He pulled away from her and shoved the covers off of her. Jean now saw that Scott was naked, and forcefully threw his body across his room slamming his body into the wall. She quickly got off the bed running for the door. ‘I need you Jean please, I just…I just…’ All Scott heard was the slam of the bedroom door. He knew he fucked up, using his pain to use for a sadistic pleasure. He yelled ‘fuck’ real loud, not caring if anyone in the house heard him or not, he was frustrated more than ever, his friend was gone, a man raped him, and he felt as if he would explode if he didn’t fuck someone quick. He got up and went to retrieve a pair of sweatpants and set to find Jean and relentlessly apologize. He found that no one was home anywhere but couldn’t find Jean. She shut off her link to him, probably scared to death of him right now and he knew he deserved any treatment she wanted to give him. Searching blindly he found himself in the infirmary staring back at Vanquish, silently wishing she would wake up. He ran a finger along her chin, finding her body still warm almost as if she was only asleep and not dead. ‘I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened, maybe deep down I liked what he was doing to me, I got distracted, please Veiyn forgive me, I’ll do anything to have you back.’ He put the cover back over her face and left to make a sandwich. Before he got to the kitchen he heard the phone ring and answered it. The conversation was short and frustrating. The voice on the other end could tell that Scott was fed up and on the brink of losing it, and the kind voice wanted to help anyway he could. Not hungry anymore he retreated back to his room and fell asleep trying to find a peace that was long away or so he thought.


The house was still quiet and empty except Scott, Jean, and Vanquish around ten p.m. when a visitor graced halls. Trailing up the stairway, checking on a still sleep Scott the footsteps retreated to their desired destination. Finding Jean alone sitting in Professor Xavier’s office looking out the window, the shadowy figure made his way across the room undetected by the telepath. With a quick hand over her mouth to conceal a scream, a soothing ‘shhh’ escaped the lips of her intruder. Jean tried to use her powers but found they were unable to be conjured and she was in the clutches of this man before her. He picked her up by a handful of her red tresses and flung her onto the huge oak desk. Her body lying atop all of her dear professor’s things she tried to sit up, but found her attacker quickly hovering over her. ‘You hurt a dear friend of mine,’ the voice said in a whisper. ‘Who, I don’t understand why are you…’ The slap across her face stung and she grabbed her face while a tear shed. ‘Only wanted to be liked, loved, cared for, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that could you?’ The man’s voice was hard and uncaring putting fear in Jean’s heart. ‘I don’t…, ’ Another slap across Jean’s face this time causing her lip to bleed. The hit made her dizzy and she felt herself being pulled up in a sitting position. ‘Now you’re going to pay for hurting my dearest friend.’ Jean felt her top being ripped off revealing two beautiful round white breasts being bathed in the moonlight. ‘No, don’t…’ Another hard slap. ‘I’m going to eliminate that word from your fucking vocabulary you teasing little bitch.’


The next thing Jean felt was a rope being tied around her wrist then her body pushed on the desk again. The rope went under the desk then the other end around her other wrist. She was being bound unable to protect herself. Her legs fell freely over the desk but the way her lower body was hanging her toes held her up for balance and could not be used as weapons. ‘I’m going to teach you to treat people with disrespect when they need a friend the most. Watching them die, the pain my friend went through will be nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you now. Only wanted a friend, but you let an enemy take something precious away that will never ever return and for that Jean you will suffer.’ Jean could hear the sound of a zipper than the sound of belt being unlaced from a pair of pants. She swallowed hard not knowing what the man before her had in mind or she just didn’t want to believe it was happening. The room was quiet and she couldn’t see where he went, but her inquiry was answered when she felt hard leather come across her pale skin with a hard ‘thwack’. The pain across her thighs felt like someone put a hot skillet on them. Jean screamed in pain only to do it again when another blow came down across the same spot. Her screams were like a free energy that flowed through is arm to the belt releasing to her body over and over again. Repeatedly her body was ravaged in searing pain, her breast bounced in unison with every blow, her shaven ‘V’ swollen and red, welts across her legs, stomach and thighs, and yet her torturer was not pleased. ‘Please…please…please stop, I can’t take it anymore,’ Jean cried through sobs and coughs. ‘Shit like that is what got you in this position in the first place.’ Jean didn’t know what brought this on, but she didn’t want anymore done to her, she’d never been through this and being rendered powerless was making the situation scarier by the second.

Scott was dreaming that he was sitting across from Vanquish laughing at jokes they were telling each other, the world right. He didn’t hear his door open and close or the tiptoeing across his carpet. He turned on his back, his naked body uncovered and exposed to the presence stalking him. His leg twitched at the tingling sensation that trailed through along it up to his inner thigh. The body leaned over him, lips and hot breath near his ear. ‘Do you want me Scott?’ the voice asked. Scott inhaled deeply and exhaled. ‘Answer me. Do you want me Scott?’ it asked again. Scott’s groggy voice mumbled a soft yes, not sure who was asking or what they were asking, it’s only a dream. His hips jumped, another dream invaded his mind. ‘Veiyn…’ his voice called. The person beside him watched intently at the actions Scott’s body was going through and thoughts were certain when Scott had a slight erection. Again the voice whispered, ‘Do you want me Scott? Do you need me Scott?’ Suddenly Scott woke, jumping up, yelling out Veiyn’s name and reaching. Shaking the cobwebs out he saw he was reaching for nothing. He could hear the voice echoing the question over and over again. ‘Yes I want you dammit!!!! Please come back,’ he yelled into the darkness. He held his head in his hands, angry threw his glasses across the room and placed his head back into his sweaty palms again. He wished he hadn’t thrown his glasses, they were his only pair but he didn’t care about blasting holes into the walls. He got up to search for them when he felt a soft hand gently push him back down. Looking up with his eyes closed, certain not to blast the person across the property. ‘Not now Jean I am not in the mood.’ The hand pushed his body down further to the point Scott was lying on his back. He then felt the body, a woman’s body climb atop him. ‘Jean don’t play with me now, please.’ He found his lips being softly covered by the woman, kissing him making his body calm and give in to the gentleness. His hands wrapped around the mounds of her ass bringing her further upon him. A soft gasp escaped from her lips to his as she felt his dick between her wet lips gliding along her clit. He dug he fingers deeply in her flesh spreading her ass and pussy lips apart, driving his tongue into her mouth, jabbing and probing forcefully, fucking her mouth leaving her breathless. His hands left her ass, his handprints embedded into her skin like a tattoo. Grabbing her face driving his tongue deeper inside sucking all the breath from her body. Scott didn’t know who it was and really didn’t care, he knew if he didn’t fuck someone he would go crazy.


The more he forced himself on her, the more she didn’t resist. This couldn’t be Jean, Jean would have left a long time ago, in fact she never would have came back in the room. Scott wanted to know who it was that he was kissing, but a smart man wouldn’t ask he would just go with it and so he did. His hand grabbed a handful of hair and yanked the woman down onto his bed and spread her legs wide. He bent down and inhaled a breast in his mouth sucking hard at the perfect nipple that crowded his mouth. Fingers ran through his short hair, giving him a sign that the rough play was accepted and liked and Scott Summers aim was always to please. The other breast was kneaded, nipple pinched and twisted bringing excited moans and gasps from the mystery woman in his bed, no absolutely couldn’t be Jean. His dick now hard as rock and throbbing with anticipation the foreplay was now over. He sat up placing his hands on opposite sides of her head for balance and place the head of his cock at her moist hot entrance. Scott found himself pausing, waiting for the voice to say, ‘I’m not ready’ or ‘not yet’, but the voice came and it did not utter the atrocity, Scott heard what he always wanted to hear from a sweet voice, ‘Please Scott, don’t stop now.’ The next sound the voice made was a scream of pleasure as his head squeezed past her soft lips into dripping pulsating core of ecstasy. Nails dug into his shoulders, her voice screamed for more, Scott’s back arched as his hips pounded furiously into her wet depth. His hands grabbed her thighs bringing her legs against his chest, then made their way to her hips. Bouncing her up and down off the bed riding his dick hard and fast Scott let out moans of pleasure as she gripped her walls tighter around him making his thrusts faster and faster. He could feel himself about to cum but he didn’t want to, not yet. Scott pushed himself away from her and scooted back against the headboard and slapped his thighs with his palms. His guest got the notion and mounted him, slowly sliding herself down his shaft biting her lip at the different sensation of him invading her again. Placing her hands on his shoulders she began moving her ass up and down gliding her sopping pussy up and down. Scott grabbed her cheeks and pushed her down hard filling her up her scream music to his ears. Wanting more of her, he pulled her down, her breasts crushed against his chest and began thrusting upward as hard as his pelvis would allow. ‘Oh fuck that feels so good!’ Scott moaned as his dick jammed into her mercilessly. The bed rocked banging against the wall as Scott tried hard to ram all of him inside of her, her cries of pleasure filled the room, begging him for more, harder, faster, faster, harder. Scott was truly on the brink now, ‘Say my name, say it, scream it!’ he demanded. ‘Scott1 Oh Scott fuck me harder….oh God I’m gonna cum, don’t fucking stop!!!’ That’s all Scott needed to hear as he filled her cunt with his seed, their juices mingling together, Scott’s nails digging in the hot flesh of his mystery woman. Their bodies collapsed in rapture as their orgasms finally began to subside, but Scott found that he was not done. He turned them over and pulled himself from her pussy replacing it with his lips and tongue. He lapped up their sticky sweetness delving deeply, sucking and slurping as much as he could handle. His tongue tortured her clit as it was still engorged from the last orgasm. She thrust her hips demanding more of him and Scott found himself erect and ready to go again. Removing himself from her, he turned her over and slapped her ass hard making her wince in pain, round two was about to begin.


Jean felt her legs being hoisted in the air and her virgin pussy invaded by a thick, long cock. She let out a hurtful scream as her body began to rock rhythmically to his thrust. Jean pulled at her restraints begging him to stop. ‘There’s that word again.’ He pushed her legs down so that her knees were touching her ears and he slammed himself against her only her ass and his hips preventing further penetration. The awkward angle was hurting Jean like hell and he was enjoying every minute of her ‘lesson’ he was teaching her. ‘I know you like it you little slut. The way you walk around in your little skirts, then flirting throwing it out there and at the last minute yelling ‘stop, no, don’t’.’ She let out long moaning scream as he never let up his fucking. ‘Well, no you’re going to say, ‘no, don’t stop’ do you understand me. I’m going to turn you into the slutty little whore you really are. That will teach you to hurt my friend.’ He put one of his legs on the desk and thrust himself faster inside Jean, ripping her apart, he not caring for her pleas or tears, then he stopped and pulled out of her. He let her wrists go and sat in the executive chair at he desk. ‘Jean come over here and fuck me, and if you don’t I will really hurt you.’ Jean’s face was covered in tears, her body covered in pink and red bruises and welts. She got off the desk and walked towards the man looking at his cock sticking straight in the air like an arrow pointing north. ‘Now!!’ Jean jumped at his voice and quickly mounted him. ‘Ride me. Ride me until I tell you to stop.’ ‘I can’t…I…’ He placed his hands on her hips and began pumping himself inside her, spreading her lips for more of him to conquer her make her his. She was about to tell him to stop when she bit her lip and he was pleased that she restrained herself. ‘Now you fucking ride me, if need be pretend I’m someone you care for, someone you should care for.’ Jean followed his direction and began moving her hips back and forth her clit brushing up against his blond patch of hair making her become aroused. The sensations were unbearable and she found herself freely fucking this man, her body betraying her. ‘Faster,’ he demanded and Jean obliged his wish. She began to moan loudly as she felt her climax begin to mount. She looked down into the man’s eyes, silently pleading for his permission. ‘Faster and harder.’ Again she did as she was told. Gripping his shoulders her breasts bounced up and down her body the same, God’s name fills the room repeatedly, then in an instant they both at the same time climaxed. He held her down and thrust his hot seed inside her as her cervix pulsed over and over, Scott’s name escaping her lips. Angry the man pushed Jean onto the floor and came all over her face in disgust. He stepped over her and got dressed and bent down pulling her up hard off the floor. ‘How dare you scream his name when you don’t even allow him this simple pleasure? I told you not to hurt him and you still continue to do it. Well I hope you enjoyed yourself young lady because I’m glad he didn’t waste his time with you because you fuck like a wet rug, you’re nothing but dead fucking weight. Don’t bother him anymore and believe me if you told him that it was me who did this to you, he would never believe you.’ He stood up and walked towards the door, giving her one last look of disgust. She heard a soft whoosh from behind the door and got dressed herself, then ran upstairs to Scott. She got to his door and heard the sounds of hot rough sex going on and opened the door. She saw Scott fucking a girl in the ass hard, not caring if it was hurting her but getting a closer look she couldn’t believe it was her and she quickly found herself standing in the infirmary looking at an empty table, then nothing.