The Scott We Never Knew but Just Might Like

Chapter 6
Torture of the Mind
*Never fuck with fire, 'cause you might get burned.


Scott continued to pound the sweet soft ass of the woman who invaded his private hell of loneliness. He sought the refuge of fucking anything since Jean was being all high and mighty about waiting, but a man can only take so much after all. His glasses off his face and his eyes shut tight he didn’t know who or what it was he was fucking the shit out of and for once in his Boy Scout life he didn’t care. Scott was tired of being so good, doing what was right all the damn time. He knew deep down being good never got you anything. ‘More, more Scott, more,’ the voice begged. Scott let out a deep growl as he dug his fingers deep in the hot flesh of her hips and forced himself deeply inside her tight asshole making her scream in a melodious pleasure that Scott loved with every push and pull. Scott wanted so badly to see who he was giving himself to, he wished deeply it was his friend, his playmate, Veiyn but he knew she gave her life to protect what happened to him and Magneto would regret their next meeting. Now upset with his loss, Scott pulled himself roughly away from his hot body and grabbed her hair pulling her off the bed. Knowing where everything was in his room he walked her or rather dragged her across the room to a chair and sat himself down. He yanked her face towards his body hard, ‘Suck my dick you little bitch and don’t stop until I say so.’ Scott’s voice was hard and demanding and it turned his guest on even further. Without hesitation or argument from her, Scott felt the warm wet mouth surround his jutted cock and he moaned deeply as she inhaled every inch of him.

Jean felt woozy as she woke up slowly getting her bearings on what had happened moments later. A few seconds later she remembered that she was raped, shocked that Scott was fucking someone else and that Vanquish’s body had disappeared. She stood up on wobbly legs and saw the silver table was still empty. Almost passing out again at the though of Vanquish still alive and possibly upstairs with her beloved Scott, she suddenly found herself waking up in her bedroom in a cold sweat. Swinging her legs, she placed her feet on the floor and found it to be hot. She got up and ran to the door swinging it open only to find a wall of fire blocking her exit. ‘What is going on here, she can’t possibly be alive,’ Jean muttered to herself. Slamming the door she stepped back only to fall over something in the middle of the floor. Rubbing her head she sat up to see Scott sitting in a chair being sucked off by a woman, but her face was covered with hair and her body was shadowed. Reaching out to Scott, Jean felt her body being pulled into a vortex. Finally landing hard she saw a person sitting in a chair. ‘Are you having a bad day Jean?’ the voice asked. ‘Who are you? What do you want with me?’ Jean asked scared out of her mind. ‘I don’t want anything from you. It was Scott who wanted something from you and now he’s getting it from somewhere else,’ the voice answered back. Suddenly Jean saw a memory of hers when Scott had her laid on the beach sucking her breast then reaching for her bikini bottoms. ‘No Scott, I’m not ready,’ her voice responded. Then she saw Scott sneaking into her room with a single white rose, then licking her shaven pussy making her squirm from the pleasure. ‘Scott not while everyone is in the house,’ she said hurting him. Then Scott’s room surrounded them in the present, watching him being pleasured by another woman and Jean flinched and turned her head. ‘Now how do expect to please him if you can’t even bring yourself to watch it going on?’ the voice asked. ‘Why are you doing this?’ Jean yelled. The question could have been answered in so many ways and to hear it was pleasing to the person torturing Jean. ‘Well the short answer, you deserve it.’ Jean gave her an angered look. ‘Then there is the fact that because I told you I would please him better than you ever could,’ the voice boasted. Getting a look of shock across her face Jean suddenly remembered that only one person told her that. ‘I thought you were dead when I didn’t see your body downstairs I….how are you doing this, being in my memories my mind?’ Again Jean was transported back into her room into her soft bed. Waking up she saw Veiyn sitting on her bed smiling. ‘Are you ok? You were screaming at the top of your lungs,’ Veiyn asked patting her leg. ‘You’re dead.’ ‘Well ain’t that a mean shitty thing to say to me.’ ‘No you’re dead Veiyn, Magneto, he killed you, you died in Scott’s arms, we all saw you.’ Veiyn got up and walked to the door, ‘You don’t know how much of that statement is true.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You really haven’t experienced death unless is by someone you care about.’ Jean’s face was contorted in confusion. ‘I thought you were intelligent. Basically Scott is truly a good fuck.’ Jean gasped and jumped from her bed only to be entangled by her sheets and landed hard on the floor hitting her chin, knocking herself out cold.

The wet sloppy sound of the mystery woman’s lips and tongue lapping and sucking the flesh of Scott almost made him come more than once since she started and he found her technique blissful. She gagged herself numerously but never ceased her pleasuring endeavor. Finding himself on the verge of climax again, Scott pulled her up and forced up to get on top of him. He grabbed her hips forcing himself fully inside her dripping heat. ‘Oh shit that feels good,’ Scott seethed through clenched teeth. He held her body firmly in place as he began rising his hips hard and fast, driving himself upward inside her, her juices slowly trailing down with every hard thrust. She held onto the back of the chair as she bit her lip not to scream too loud from the pounding her pussy was taking. Her pussy never felt so good being deliciously molested by her X leader, smiling that it was her core that satisfied him. Scott slapped her hard on her ass making her pussy clench around him and then he slapped her ass again. Every time he did this she grasped him tighter and tighter, Scott never knew it could be like this. He put his hand on her ass and carried him with her laying her on the bed. Scott pushed himself inside, they both moaned as their bodies rocked hard fighting for more of each other. He wrapped his hand around her head and began pounding inside her as hard as his body would allow him, every muscle in his body flexed as the build was nearing to an end. Her nails dragged deeply into his back as she began crying out for him not to stop, fuck me harder she demanded. The sweat and smell of sex in the air only fueled Scott more and he quickly pulled himself out and his cock spat out thick globs of cum all over his fuck buddy’s face and chest. Scott truly half expecting her to scream and run in horror, he gasped and grunted as the last of his cum was being greedily swallowed. ‘Oh fuck!’ he yelled as he fell onto the bed popping himself out of her hungry mouth. Gasping for a much-needed breath he felt his glasses being placed on his face and he opened his eyes hoping to catch the glimpse of the woman who made his night. The woman gave him a deep loving kiss, sharing his every last drop of himself that dripped from her lips. She stepped back and smiled. Scott sat up when he heard his bedroom door fling open Jean holding her chin stood in the doorway and she saw Scott reach out and they both whispered the same name at the same time….’Vanquish.’

MTC, and of course Ch 7