Jean & The Demon Lord

Chapter Two – The Breaking of Jean Grey


There was no sensation to explain how Jean was feeling. The flash of
light. The weakness of her body. An assault that she had hardly
expected. She found herself weak and on her knees, the place around
her a horror. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to focus her
thoughts. Trying to connect to Scott. But instead she was met with
nothing but the incoherent ramblings of her own inner desires.

Her dress was stained, a result of the floor beneath her. And even as
she tried to rise to her feet, she couldn't. Instead of physical
actions she was left to her roaming thoughts. Thoughts that brought a
flush to her face. Images that seemed to razor in and out in growing
speeds. Images of herself, naked with Scott buried between her
thighs. Thoughts of Logan having his animalistic way with her. Even
thoughts of Xavier breaking the barriers of innocence in her mind.

She tried to shrug them all away but found that she was being
overtaken by them. Images so vivid. Fantasies so perverse. Lovers
so passionate. And she torn in a million directions
wanting…no…needing to feel fulfilled.

She heard his voice. The same voice that once entered her dressing
chamber now louder and echoing through the large chamber. As she
forced her eyes upwards, she saw guards coming to his side. Huge
tentacled guards providing solace on either side of his throne. Her
body almost shook in horror, seeing the throne, and sensing the evil
that possessed it. But it was not the throne she feared. Or the
guards. It was the demon himself. The demon that she was convinced
was allowing her most intimate thoughts to drive her passion into
heights she could never have imagined.

Finally she managed to speak. "First step?" she asked, her voice
trembling. But her eyes were met with an image that caused the fires
to explode within her. His leather patch had shifted, moved itself to
the side. His manhood was exposed and though her eyes tried to divert
their stare, she found that she could not. Never in her fantasies had
she seen something so large. So brooding. And she swallowed hard at
the new flash of images that overcame her. Flashes of him ramming
that large tool deep within her innocent body.

Jean hardly felt welcomed, watching as the walls glowed casting a
sinister glow across her body. But as he spoke, she found herself
drawn to him, hanging on every single word. A monster? Sent to
destroy the X-men? She could hardly believe it. But as he tossed
Scott's visor to her feet, she felt herself begin to weep, reaching
for the bloody visor and clutching it to her chest.

She hardly realized the blood from the visor now stained her dress.
Her mind raced trying to find Scott, trying to open up the psychic
link they shared. But instead, images blocked it. Images of Scott in
the shower and her slipping in behind him. Images of Logan eating her
pussy while Scott watched. "No!!!" she finally managed to scream out.
She needed the images to stop. She needed the horrors to stop.
"I'll do anything," she said frantically, her hands caressing the
bloody visor. "Anything to save them," she said, feeling broken and
beaten, and knowing that she was slowly going insane.

Looking at her struggle, the Demon looked at her eying her body.

"I cannot see you. Stand up and address me!" the Demon Lord bursts
out at her, his leaning back in the throne, as he yells out the
massiveness of his cock hardens with a passion that showed his desire
for her.

That was all he had to say as he watched the weakness in her innocent
mind. The crawled desires coming out of her, while he watched her
soft nimble body against the floor looking at the visor. The wild
thoughts going through her head, he knew was overwhelming her with
feeling of lust and maddening desire. Opening her mind more, with her
telepathy gone, he now unleashed it all into her. The need to be
fucked. Degraded. Men watch her, all the things she was ashamed of,
he let it all out, filling her mind with shame.

"NOW!" he told her, as he reached down and laid his hand under his
cock. The strong hands under it, letting her get a nice view of its
massive girth and length while the bulbous head laid like a trophy in
front of her. The shaft was strong, muscular and yet the head, shaped
perfectly to pleasure the g-spot in the woman with rounded
bulbousness on the underside to get the underside as well. Letting it
loose in her mind, letting her feel between her legs onetime only,
all the massive pleasure she would feel as he fucked her. Powerful
surges of pleasure and power, like a maddening jolt through her
body.

Then he stopped, waiting and watching her. Sure, he could have had
her, but this one would know what a wild slut she was. She would need
it so bad, that she would be begging.

Jean shuddered as his booming voice commanded her, demanding she stand
up and address him. She fought the urge but found her body winning
over her mind, slowly rising to her feet, so that he could indeed see
her trembling frame.

As her feet steadied, she watched him, unable to say a word. Her body
was consumed. On fire with wanton need and lust. Her knees were weak
and yet her body needed to be somehow fulfilled. She watched as he
touched himself, seeing the enormous organ sprawled out across the
throne. It was so large and thick that the very thought of it caused
her loins to ache in sheer horror.

And then the horror gave way to pure unadulterated lust. She felt
things. Things she had never experienced before. Wetness…down there.
A soft twitching feeling deep within her womanhood. The muscles of
her body flexing and relaxing in a series of spasms that seemed to
shake her very core.

Images of her being ravaged by that large cock sprang into her head,
each more vivid and pleasing than the last. And then he wasn't the
only one on her. Others joined in the fray. His
guards….Scott….Logan…all groping at her body, tearing the wedding
dress to shreds, revealing her nakedness for their enjoyment.

Each participant found a spot. The demon ripping apart her virgin
pussy. Logan pressing himself against her ass. Scott plunging his
cock deep down her throat. The others, demons, guards, comrades,
groping at her chest, licking her toes…all in a menagerie of summiting
lust.

And yet her eyes remained glued on the cock placed out in front of
her. She felt herself shudder as she dropped Scott's visor onto the
floor, hearing only a faint clank as it hit. Her attention was
focused on him…and the growing wetness that was straining to be satisfied.

Staring at her, the Demon Lord saw her come to
attention and then eyed her for the first time,
looking her up an down like a piece of meat, letting
the shimmering red eyes bore past her clothes to see
her naked flesh.

"Very nice, Jean. First of all...." he spoke as he mentally pulled the visor to his hand. "....you must strip for me....but...do it in a way that I would like...do it for them before its too late" he spoke to her, rubbing the head of his member in front of her, stroking the entire length of his shaft while he let her see all of its length for the first time.

Just as he said it, the mental violation in her mind made sure it released nice amounts of dopamine into the top of her mind, flooding it with pleasure at the
thoughts of pleasuring him with the sight of simply seeing her strip off her clothes. Slowly stripping them down, moving her hips as she moved closer using
her body like she never had in her entire life.

Jean heard his words. Strip for me. They were like little razors
slicing at her veins. The pain they caused her was second only to the
humiliation of actually following them. But what choice did she have?
What options could she somehow muster? None. Her powers were
useless her. Her mind cloudy. And her body felt as if assaulted with
a weapon of extreme lust.

As he eyes stared forward, watching his member grow with every passing
second, she managed to have a thought. One so vile that it made her
whole body almost shudder. She could see her friends…her family being
slaughtered before her very eyes. She could almost hear the screams
echoing in her ears. And suddenly the realization of the situation
hit her….a ton of embarrassing bricks.
She gave the demon a slight bow of her head, knowing that if she ever
wanted to see any of them alive again...she had no choice but to
comply. And just as she began to slide the strap of her dress off her
porcelain white shoulder, she saw it. His full length. His full
girth. A cock so massive that she nearly gasped in amazement.

And then sensations flooded her as never before. Her hands worked
magic, slowly removing her soiled dress, unzipping and unbuttoning as
if the very world depended on the fluid of her motions. Slowly she
felt the white satin brush against her body, dropping downwards,
pooling around her feet. She stepped forwards, leaving the dress as a
distant memory, gazing upon him lustfully with only her undergarments
to hide her nudity.

A white lace bra covered her breasts, but even through the lace, she
could touch her own nipples, protruding forwards, begging to be
teased. Their painfully erect state, made her reach backwards and
undo the hindrance, cupping her breasts in her hands as the white lace
fell to the ground.

She rubbed her breasts a moment, her fingers pinching at her hardened
nubs, before running her hands the length of her curvaceous body,
realizing that only a white thong and garters remained. Her hand
cupped her growing desire, and she could feel the wetness through the
fabric. She rubbed up and down for a moment; her head leaned back in
a show of ecstasy.

As he watched her, the Demon laughed internally. The virginal Jean Grey exploring her body, feeling the full force of the arousal which he was giving her. The levels to which he was taking her knocked her mind beyond what a normal human could handle, just the intrusion of the mind driving erotic pleasure centers wild. Driving his will into hers, he could feel all of her fantasies on the edge of her mind.

"You love it Jean don't you....imagine the first time you fought a villain. The way he pushed you down, forced you and slapped you down..." he said to her opening the reaches of her mind to let her inner-most fantasies out. "...rip those panties off you slut!" he commanded her, letting her have the sensation of his man-meat penetrating her to the core, of it sliding in. Just as the pseudo-member slid in hard, he let the sensation fade to leave her in a wild state of arousal, need, and panting.

Looking at her, his cock so hard, the head of it engorged with bursting passion in its huge head. The shaft a darker, more evil maroon than the rest of his body. All of him pulsated for her, raged with passion for his cock to bury it inside of her.

Jean could fight the sensations no longer. These were unlike anything
she had ever experiences. The pure carnal lust was making her dizzy
with feelings she had never had the pleasure of bearing witness to.

His words caused embers of lust to explode within her being. The
image of her being pinned down by Sabretooth, Sinister, even Magneto
filled her mind with need. She could almost feel their breath on her
body. Their anger reflected through grabbing hands. The slapping of
her into submission. She could feel her pussy growing wetter and
wetter with each passing moment.

And then she heard his words ordering her to rip the panties from her
body. She looked at him questioningly for a moment, and then quickly
obliged, grabbing them in her fist and tearing the thin fabric from
her body, revealing herself for his viewing pleasure.

But as soon as air touched her wet pussy, she felt something strange.
Something erotic. Something painful. She felt as if something was
forcing it's way inside of her, ripping her apart. She screamed at
the sensation, looking down to ensure that indeed nothing was there.
But it felt more real than anything she ever experienced before in her
life. More real than Scott's tender kisses.

She felt her knees giving way, forcing her thighs further and further
apart. Her body was accommodating something that was invisible, and
yet sent spasms of pleasure rippling through her body. "Make it
stop!!" she begged the Demon. "Please…make it stop."