I have never written anything like this before. It was a challenge really. The concept that I try to apply here is non-consensual sex in manners that have not been readily explored. Primarily, I have tried to make sure that it was not crude or overly violent. I try hard to balance this with as explicit an eroticism as possible. This balance is the challenge.
The mental aspect of NC sex is widely misunderstood in our culture. Why do good people (men and women) crave reading about NC sexual situations? People who would otherwise denounce it in reality, readily accept it in fantasy.
NC sex allows people (mostly from the point of view of women) explore sex without the shame of being responsible for it. Traditionally, women were not allowed to enjoy sex. One who did was a harlot or a whore. However, if it were non-consensual in literature, then she had little responsibility and was able to escape the cultural stigma. Even men loved this literature because deep down inside, they didn't want a whore. They wanted to see someone who was virtuous be pleasured. This worked out to be the only logical solution to the impasse.
In many writings, this has gone WAY TOO FAR. Generally, there is too much violence (death, blood, gore) nowadays. Like cheap B-movies, many writing nowadays simply recap a rape scene with greater and greater crudity. The more extreme the violence, the more thrills and kicks. Much of the literature has lost the original concept of erotic literature. This is especially true of NC erotic literature.
Finally, there is usually a resolution involving justice. Past stories usually end with the victim killing their rapist as a form of resolution. Its the old 'Electra' conplex. That's realy 'old-hat'. Worse off, many stories avoid being old by having no resolve at all! The victim is merely used until she is dead and mutilated. Bad form, really sick stuff. Introducing the new ideas for an original resolution should be another challenge to modern fiction writers.
Since this is my first (and maybe last) shot at this, please let me know what you think. If you hate it and think I'm full of shit, I respect that. Everyone is entitled to an opinion. If you agree, spread the word. Frankly, I'm tired of reading stories where some monster (or monster of a person) says, "Eat my meat, SLUT!", impales and kills her.
Remember, the most powerful sex organ is the mind. And originality and creativity can be absurdly erotic.
Note: I use the X-Men as my subject matter because super-heroines lend themselves perfectly to this end. They are goddesses in their own right; always drawn prettier than models. Yet, by their nature they are good and virtuous. Somehow there is a strange understanding that they voluntarily place themselves in situations of peril.
CHAPTER ONE:
Responding to a mayday from a downed trailer. Psylocke drove her jeep further into the desert. It was a hot day and she was a bit glad that her costume was as scant as it was.
The trailer contained several kilos of plutonium and keeping it safe from the wrong hands was a priority. She was not the only X-men on watch of this sector, but only the first to respond. Colossus and Wolverine would join her shortly making any opposition no match.
When she reached the site, there was obviously something wrong. Several of the security escorts and the drivers laid dead on the road. Bullet wounds to the head, a very neat job. The trailer, however seemed untouched. Perhaps the assailants could not open the security door.
Psylocke opened communications with her team. "Wolverine, do you copy?"
"Yeeup. Me 'n the Big Tin are about two minutes from you. What's the situation?"
"Not good." She continued "Take a look." Psylocke transferred the mental image of the sight over to her friends. "It looks like we're late to the party."
"That would be 'not good'. Prolific as ever." Wolverine bantered. "What's left in the truck?"
"Hold on, I'll try to check." The dark haired beauty replied. Strangely, Psylocke opened the hatch with relative ease. She could hear the sound of her comrades pulling up in the distance. As she turned to check the trailer's contents. There was an intense light; an explosion? No, something else. There was no time to react. Darkness.
Psylocke awoke on a hard cold floor. The room was dimly lit and there were no obvious signs of an exit. Her body ached slightly, but she seemed well enough to stand, though the first thing she noticed was that her regular boots had been replaced. It momentarily took her by surprise as the X-man got up. She was wearing purple high heels what matched her custom perfectly. They had straps what wound its way up along her ankles and around her shapely lower calves. A bit annoyed, Elizabeth began to unbuckle the fastener to remove them. As she began, she noticed another strange variance. She was wearing rings on her middle and index fingers of each hand. They were odd rings, starting like normal bands but a thin portion spiraled out from them wrapping down to the ends of her finger tips. The craftsmanship was astonishing, and like the shoes they matched her outfit completely. Though both were very flattering, Psylocke knew they could not be simple gifts.
As she continued to unbuckle the fasteners on the high heels, the lights in the room grew brighter. She stopped to re-examine her situation. She could not tell where the light source was coming from, but the room was lit well enough so she could make out her surroundings. The ceiling was a mirror that covered the entire room. There was a bed on one side of the room and a table on the other. The table had a closed box on it. Psylocke felt an impending doom as a voice spoke.
"Elizabeth, thank you for joining us."
"Who are you? What do you want?!" Psylocke demanded.
"Who we are is not important. What we want is you."
Psylocke was puzzled, but kept her wits about her. She looked about alert, trying to find the origin of the voice and the lights.
"As you may have guessed, we are mutants like yourself. But our enterprise is .. very vast." The voice continued.
"Why was I brought here?!" The X-man questioned, buying herself more time.
"Well, its very simple. You possess a talent. You are one of the most powerful psyche-energies on the planet. We need you to help us. The psyche-energy you can invoke can stun, maim or even kill. Your psy-dagger is one form of weapon you have."
"And why would I help you? I'm not a hired killer."
"Well, we're not saying you have a choice. What we need from you is merely a sample of your focused psyche-energy. By examining which neuro pattern is used to generate such a large quantity of psyche-energy, we should be able to mimic and integrate your talents into our weaponry."
Elizabeth was a bit worried. She still could not figure a way out. She could not take the chance in invoking too much of her mutant powers. Though she could not pin-point the source, she knew they were not bluffing.
"Let's say I could help you. What do I get out of it." She stated, trying to buy more time.
"Once again, you forget yourself. We don't need your permission. Now, my dear, crawl onto the bed and masturbate." The voice became a bit more sultry.
"What?!!" Psylocke was shocked. She didn't expect that at all. Of course she wouldn't comply, but the request itself was completely unexpected.
"You will fuck yourself and cum for us and we will enjoy watching you. We will record the image of you pleasuring yourself and share it with our allies." They were mocking her, trying to make her afraid. She knew the mental tactics. They wanted her to use her mutant powers to probe the room and search outside of the physical setting. That must have been it. She was tempted, but did and said nothing.
"We are waiting for you, Psylocke. We know your origin. You were made a whore. Just look at yourself. You act the hero, but your body is of a porn star. Just look at your breasts and your hips. They beg men to fuck you. So now you can become what you know you must me. Crawl onto the bed and show us what a great fucking whore you can be." Their words were disgusting. Their taunting began to unnerve her a bit. Not with fear, but simply that they were partially right. After her transfiguration, she noticed that her body was purposely modified. As an English maid, she was beautiful and proper. But after the operation she noticed right away that she was the epitome of sensuality. Her large, firm breasts were obviously a burden to moving quickly. But the sight of them would distract every villain. She had long curvy hips that led to beautiful shapely legs. They were legs that super-models would secretly hope for. They were perfect. Firm, athletic and feminine. Her legs seemed to beg any onlooker to part and fill them. Her stomach was flat and tight. It supported her at a slight angle which guaranteed any man a great view whether they looked up or down from it. In every position, standing, sitting or laying down, she looked like a sex goddess waiting to be fulfilled. She couldn't help it, they were only stating the obvious truth.
She lingered for a moment, ignoring their statements. Then something seemed to shift. Psylocke felt her body being pulled or pushed toward the bed, yet there was no apparent force. She did not detect anyone in the room either. It forced her onto the bed, laying on her back. She tried to sit up, but she couldn't. It was though a heavy weight was on her shoulders and stomach. She laid there for a moment, struggling from time to time.
"Now psychic bitch .. spread your legs for us. Let us see your pink, wet cunt." She was not wet. That's for sure. And she wasn't about to spread her leg willingly. Psylocke took a deep breathe as she tried to sit up again. No luck. Suddenly she felt a force tugging her ankles. It began to pull them apart. Psylocke resisted. Metal! The high heels was made of metal. That's how the force is being manipulated. Her mutant captors must have some form of magnetic power like Magento! She tried to reach down to unbuckle the shoes, but was held firmly in place. She resisted again as her legs began to spread apart. Slowly she started losing the battle as her legs were pried open exposing the costume between her thighs. Her strength fleeted from the fight. Though a strong woman, she had no extraordinary strength. It was a matter of time. They manipulated her legs so that the swayed slowly opening and closing like a prostitute arousing a client. Psylocke watched helplessly in the mirror as she began her unwitting show.
From across the room, the box on the table opened and a knife floated out from it. Psylocke regained a bit of strength and began to struggle. As it came closer, she backed further, deeper into the bed. It came right up to her face and then lowered itself toward her neck. Her costume lifted itself a bit and the knife gently slid under it with the sharpened side up. A long sheering sound extruded as it slid right down her costume splitting it in two. When it reached her groin it turned slightly and slit the costume across. Psylocke's tits spilled out of the costume. They were a sight to die for. Round, full and soft, her skin was milky tan. Her nipples were smaller, pink and very well defined. Too well defined. They beckoned to be touched and massaged. Her legs did not let up. Slowly she was slipping out of her costume. She continued to wiggle about as she slipped further and further towards nudity. Her ass was next. With her legs spread open wide, her knees bent slightly, her ass displayed a perfect view of her sex. Psylocke struggled at the embarrassment. Trying hard to remain courageous, she again saw herself in the mirrored ceiling, naked, spreading her legs open for anyone, everyone. Her next horror was no better. The rings! Her hands lifted and covered each breast. She began to involuntarily fondle herself. Her two fingers led the assault on her smooth, primed mammary, pinching her nipples slightly from time to time.
Her nipples became hard almost immediately. Psylocke looked away from the mirror on the ceiling. She couldn't bear the sight. The fact that there were an unnumbered amount of villains watching her didn't help either. She tried to focus away from the whole situation, but her breast were aching from the ordeal. After a while, she had no strength at all left to fight, her body was like a puppet of flesh. Still she continued molesting her breasts, squeezing them together and then cupping them. She'd let the nipples peer out from between her fingers like a teasing centerfold. Psylocke turned her face to one side, doing her best to hide her face. But it only served to show her shame and looked as though she was enjoying herself from the stimuli. She began to sob, but no matter. Her hands continued to ravish her. Psylocke couldn't help but to think about the men watching and moving her about. She couldn't help but remember that they were taping her naked body fucking herself like a wild bitch in heat. To her horror, her torment was only beginning. Next her left hand reached under her ass and found her neglected love hole. She teased herself with her manipulated fingers rubbing the sides of her vagina. From time to time, she spread her pussy lips apart as her legs thrusted into the bed and lifted her hips up toward the ceiling. They made her buck in the air and show them her intense body in a fucking motion. She began to cry as they finally broke her mentally. Her other hand finally joined in on the action. With her pussy lips parted, her other hand reached down (dragged by her two controlled fingers) and began to trace the opening of her cunt. She was going to rape herself. Her feet suddenly came together, up right under her buttocks. Her knees spread apart as her feet continued to climb right up the middle. It hurt a bit, but the pain was only a relief. With herself exposed like a cheap slut, she felt her middle finger slide into her pussy. She tried to tighten the muscles to force it from entering, but her other hand pried the lips open. A soaring sensation tore through her body, made ultra-sensitive from her fondling, as her middle finger began to stroke her innards. She fucked herself, thrusting her finger as high as it could fit. Her feet then parted and suddenly gave her finger a bit more room. It pulled out and then forcefully drove even deeper.
"Ugggh!" Psylocke whimpered in her high feminine tone. She couldn't bear the sensations. She knew that they would make her masturbate until she came. With her middle finger pumping inside her, the other hand let go of her vaginal opening. She began to rub and service her clitoris. The pleasure was unbearable. Psylocke, the X-men, laid naked on a bed while strangers enjoyed the view of her nude body stroking and pleasuring herself. And all the while, she could not help but be affected. The pleasure was there and though she did not want it from the bottom of her heart, she could not force it away. Her breathing picked up pace as her middle finger rolled up inside her and began stroking her G-spot. Together, syncopated with the touch of her clitoris they began the final assault. Her sex began climbing. She could feel the swelling inside her. It made her head spin with nausea and pleasure. A vertigo of sex wound around her mind as she could not resist the extreme thrusting between her leg. She gritted her teeth and begged.
"No! No" Please! pant Uggh. Noo!" She cried out. "Please .. don't make me .. cum .. I'm not .. a wh .. please .. No! No! NO!" But her fingers quicken, she would cum for them tonight and they would claim their prize.
A slight pause. Then .. "AAAEeeeeHHHhheeee!" Her body convulsed from the orgasm.
She had been holding if off so long that pressure swelled inside her like a geyser. At the moment of impact, her fingers slowed to match the pace of her pulsing genitals. She knew it. At that instant, a massive stream of Psyche-energy emitted from her mind into the room. It was more intense than any other weapon she normally focused. This was a raw, beating, fierce energy. And her captors could not have hoped for better. Stroke after stroke, the engergy came from her like waves.
"Aahhh.. Ahhhh.. AEeHhh... Ahhh.. Ahh..." She panted with each pounding moment. Her hair flailed back and forth as her fingers pounded her with pleasure.
Everyone who watched could feel the pleasure succumb her. They tingled with the fleeting pleasure of the moment. Their machines registered everything they needed. They had taken what they wanted from her. And she gave them the show of their lives in the process. Psylocke laid there trembling on the bed. She knew she had regained control of her limbs, but simply too tired to move. They lights dimmed as she fell back into unconsiousness.
---- END OF CHAPTER ONE ----
CHAPTER TWO:
Psylocke awoke to find her control returned. Limp from her ordeal she wondered what was next. As she came to, the lights again lit up. She looked around to find Peter in the room with her. In his iron form he laid on the floor unconscious. She ran up to here he laid. Once within range, he grabbed for her arm with a blinding speed. She reacted instantaneously, dodging him. The metal giant got up, though his eyes remained closed. They were manipulating him. "But then why did Peter remain Colossus?" she thought. The man of metal clumsily lunged for her. Peter was still unconscious.
"Colossus!" Psylocke shouted, "Wake up and fight it!"
She kicked him dead in the chest and dodged. Without Colossus's own will, the metal oaf was no match for her speed. Still, it was only a matter of time. After several hard kicks, he began to stir.
"Psylocke? What's .. w . what's happening." Colossus looked at her, puzzled. She was still naked and dodging around the room from him. He fought and suddenly the attacked slowed down. Straining hard against the force, his extreme strength did him credit. Soon, they were at a standstill. Psylocke quickly used the time to her advantage.
"We have been captured. They are using a magneto-inducing force. We have to escape." She kept it short and sweet.
To her dismay, they began to manipulate her again. They dragged her by her bonds right up to Colossus's body. She fight in vain, but still thrusted against him. All the while she yelp and screamed in frustration.
"No! Nooo! Ngg! Stop!"
Now in front of him, he began to remove his shorts exposing his limp penis.
"Have you ever dreamed of fucking her, Colossus?" The loud voice came from overhead.
"Never!" He responded.
"Never? Are you a faggot? We will do nothing to arouse you. Nothing save what you do to yourself .. Colossus."
Just then, he grabbed her wrists unwillingly. He grip was like a vice. His body arched forward and she toppled to the floor. All of Elizabeth's control was returned. They did this on purpose so that she could struggle freely. She view of a sexy vixen like her fighting against the bonds of her rapist was intense. Her feminine form arching and twisting to stop him to no avail as she lost control of herself.
"No!! No! Stop!" She began to scream. Sound of frustration turned into open begging. "Please. NO!"
Colossus forced his way between her legs as he held her in place. "Psylocke! Its .. not .. me .. I can't fight .. much longer." He agonized.
He released one hand and cupped her throat, pinning her to the ground. Then his other hand moved over her right breast. He felt her soft flesh beneath his manipulated hand. Rubbing and squeezing her he felt his manhood begin to rise. Immediately Psylocke began pounding away at him with her fists. It hurt her and her alone for she was no match for his iron skin. Her arms were free to move, but could do no good.
"No! Never!" He grunted. But it was only a matter of time. No man could resist. With this perfectly beautiful goddess beneath him. Her efforts to remove herself was so sexy. The way she flailed her head back and fourth wriggling to free herself. It was beginning to be too much. He was hard. Though he denied it, it was true. He could never have imagined what it would be like to have this purple-haired angel spread her legs around him. They began to thrust him into her tiny hole.
"NNNNnng. Nnnoo! No! Oh my .. G .. Nooo!" She began to sob. She was not wet, but his metal form was smooth and her muscles could to little to keep him out. Slowly, but surely, he began to penetrate her cunt. Colossus last bit of resistance gave has he slammed his pelvis into her crotch. At the moment of penetration, Colossus shook. He had never felt anything like it before. A great warmth washed over him. Elizabeth pussy wrapped tightly around his massive cock. Like the rest of him he was large. She jolted from side to side hoping the escape the pressure, but no use. He was lodged inside of her. His girth sent her sensations into orbit. Colossus took his hand off her neck and now gripped both breasts. He began to pump back and forth, fucking her in a steady rhythm.
Colossus was still in shock. The pleasure was too great to comprehend. He resisted, but could not deny anything. He was raping her. She high-pitched moaning and shrieking became faster. Her legs became stiffer as she dug her heels into the floor to back the pressure. But he perused her with a vigor. Thrusting and pumping into her, he quickened the pace. He grabbed her hips from the waist and pulled her up, forcing her whole body onto him. Again and again he held her yelping body fast as he see-sawed into her helpless vagina. Psylocke moan in grief and pain and pleasure. With each powerful thrust, she felt herself wanting. Until, until he could take no more .. he knew it was coming and cumming it was. Psylocke saw it in his eyes. He threw his head back and then .. "Auughh!" .. came inside her. Psylocke shuddered at that moment. Tingles ran all over her body. When she looked again, he was no Colossus, but Peter. He had reverted to his flesh form and collapse onto the floor.
She snaked out from under him, still sobbing a bit. Partially, she knew she had just been raped. They were probably filming her begging and wailing like a little girl. Partially it was for the loss of innocence for her friend. She was so exhausted from her two encounters she collapsed next to him.
"Listen carefully, Psylocke. We were not manipulating him from the moment we started him fucking you. From that moment, he started to buck on his own, we stopped." And an evil echoing laugh ensued. She knew they were right. Psylocke closed her eyes to shut them out and began crying softly to herself.
---- END OF CHAPTER TWO ----