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The Lessons Learned
Series Title: The Reeducation of Scott Summers
Part III: The Lessons Learned (Scott’s POV)
Author: Darkestangel
Author’s Website: http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails
Summary: What really happened during Stryker’s reeducation session with Scott?
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Archive: yes, with permission
Warnings: the series will contain non-con (“gang banging”) angst, violence, crude language
Pairing: Scott/Others
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox own the X-Men characters. I’m just borrowing them for a little bit. I promise to return them unharmed.
Author’s Note: Incase you didn’t know, Lyman is the highest ranking officer of Stryker’s team that invaded the Institute. I guess we could say that he is Stryker’s right hand man.
PIII-III-The Lessons Learned (Scott’s POV)
The last thing I remembered of full consciousness was Stryker’s request for me to call him Master. ‘That’ll never happen.’ I thought to myself.
“Once you have been broken fully, I will let you roam the facility freely. Until then, you will remain in this room, blindfolded, and bounded. Do you understand?”
Against my will, I said, “Yes Master.”
He arched his eyebrows appraisingly. “Keep that up Summers, and you’ll be out of this room in no time. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go talk to your precious Professor. Meanwhile, Mr. Lyman will take over your reeducation process. I’ll see you in a few.”
I heard Stryker leaving the room, and I felt a strange emptiness. It was as if he was a part of me now, and he was abandoning me, leaving me alone to be taught by someone else. I listened as Lyman came closer. I wanted to ask him what the reeducation process would be like. I wanted to know what was happening to me. Why couldn’t I move my head? Why couldn’t I talk?
“I didn’t think he’d ever leave,” he whispered into my ear. I couldn’t move as he licked my ear, and caressed my cheek with his fingers. I was helpless to react or to protest. I was screaming ‘stop’ in my head, but I couldn’t vocalize my opposition. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day pretty boy. I am truly looking forward to reeducating the leader of the X-Men. Before you know it you’re going to be the biggest threat the Mutants have ever had to face.”
I wanted to deny his statement. I wanted to squirm away from his hand that was now inching down my chest. I wanted to blow his fucking head off as he reached inside my uniform and pinched and twisted my left nipple, but once again I stood still against my will.
“I guess by now you’re wondering what the hell you were given aren’t you? It’s okay, you can answer me Summers.”
“What did he give me? Why can’t I move? Why can I talw buw but not before?”
“Would you like me to take that blindfold off?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Okay…but only on one condition. I want you to kiss me.”
My head screamed “no!”, but my mouth said, “Okay.”
When he kissed me I didn’t resist him. If anything I encouraged him to kiss me harder. My mouth had a mind of its own, and I was sticking my tongue down his mouth trying to swallow it whole. He pulled back abruptly and smiled. “What he gave you is working nicely. Now, be quiet and I’ll answer all those questions for you”
As promised, he took the blindfold off my goggles allowing me to once again to see the world in all of its red glory. I looked at Lyman who was occupied unzipping my uniform. I swallowed hard in fear as he bent down to suck on my neck. Once again I found myself in silence wondering why I couldn’t talk again. His lips and tongue eagerly explored every inch of my upper body making me more anxious and excited. I didn’t want him touching me, but apparently it didn’t matter what my mind wanted. What mattered was what he wanted, and I had no choice but to deliver the goods.
“You’re such a good boy Scott. I think I’ll answer one of those questions now. Let’s see, what did he give you? He gave yomindmind-controlling drug. You have to do what I say now. It works extremely well on mutants. Stryker has many mutants under his spell, including Lady Deathstrike. Now, if you want another question answered, you’ll have to suck my dick.”
Once again I couldn’t deny him as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. He held my head roughly as he shoved his cock into my mouth. I could feel tears falling from my eyes in shame, but I couldn’t stop myself from sucking that steel-hard dick. I found myself wanting to please him. I didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Oh God Summers. I knew you’d have a sweet mouth. Who showed you how to suck cock so good? The Professor?” he cruelly joked.
I was able to shake my head “no” this time. If I had been able to I would have bitten his dick off, but the bastard had full control of me.
He pulled out of my mouth briefly. “I want you to swallow every drop Summers. If you spill one drop I won’t answer anymore of your questions. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I said.
“I want you to ask for it. Tell me wantwant to suck my dick and swallow my spunk.”
I didn’t hesitate telling him what he wanted to hear. I had no choice. “I want your hard dick in my mouth Lyman, and I can’t wait to taste all of you shooting into my hot mouth.”
He didn’t waste anytime assaulting my mouth once again. It didn’t take long for him to shoot his salty load into my mouth, and as requested, I swallowed every last drop. I wanted to wipe my lips, but my hands were not free to do so.
Once he caught his breath, he reached for my face to wipe the tears away. “You’re so sweet to cry like this Scott, but for now on, you only cry when I tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” It was beginning to sink in. He was answering my questions through examples. I couldn’t move or talk unless he told me to. He was the one in control here, not me.
“Did you figure it out pretty boy? Did you figure it out that you’re at my mercy? I could tell you to catch yourself on fire and you would do it. Now, do you see why Stryker calls this your reeducation?”
“He wants to use me to hurt others doesn’t he?”
“Apparently so, and I want to use you for pleasure. Before I’m done, I’m going to have you begging for the mind-controlling shit. You’re going to want to feel numb and out of control, so you won’t feel the humiliation and pain. You can trust me on that boy.”
I couldn’t imagine feeling any worse. I was already feeling humiliation and pain even with the substance in me. What would it feel like when it wore off? How bad was it going to get before I begged to be drugged again?
He walked over to the steel door and knocked. “Now, let’s see how good you can take it up the ass pretty boy.”
Two other soldiers walked into the room, and proceeded to release my hands and feet from the chair and they dragged me to a thin, military-style cot in the back of the room. Once they finished undressing me, they then held me down on my stomach and cuffed my wrists to the frame of the cot. I wasn’t sure why he had bothered getting them involved in the first place. I wouldn’t have been able to fight Lyman anyway. The drug had complete control over my actions.
After the soldiers had left the room, Lyman made his way over to the cot. I turned my head to the side watching him undress. I knew that I should have been afraid and full of dread, but I wasn’t. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
“You want me Scott, and I want you to show me you want me. I want you to convince me that I’m right.”
I wanted nothing more than to please him. My mind was frantically protesting this intrusion, both mentally and physically. It wanted to yell “no” and “stop”, and “why are you doing this,” but my body did exactly what he wanted. I licked my lips and spread my legs apart inviting him to penetrate me.
He was now undressed, and he eagerly parked himself between my thighs. I felt his fingers caressing my cheeks and spreading them apart. I moaned in pleasure as he spat on my puckered entrance. “You liked that didn’t you? You like my spit on you don’t you?”
“Yes…”I moaned in complete lack of control. I humped my ass up towards him hoping that he would lick me or at least finger fuck me.
“God, I knew you’d be a slut. You want my tongue don’t you?”
“Yes!” I screamed as he dwelled down deep inside with his wet hot tongue. He was massaging my balls as he licked my swollen entrance. I knew I should have been trying to stop him, but it just wasn’t working that way. With each thrust of his tongue I imagined that it was you, Logan, who was doing it to me. I found it easier to cope with pretending that you were getting me stretched and ready for a long hard fuck.
The next thing I felt was two fingers entering me. It should have hurt a bit, but I was completely oblivious to at at that moment. He bent his fingers and brushed across my prostate. I jolted with intense pleasure and begged him not to stop. I should have been ashamed of myself for acting like a slut, but for some reason it felt completely natural.
“Please fuck me Lyman. I want you in me now.”
I heard him snicker in satisfaction as he got to his knees. “I’d never deny a beautiful boy’s request for a fuck Scott.” With that he entered me slowly and carefully. I was grateful for his consideration in not hurting me. My mind knew that he was raping me, but I couldn’t process that information correctly. Instead, I felt extreme pleasure as he filled me with every inch of his hard cock.
He pulled me onto my knees stretching my wrists as far from the frame as they would go. He reminded me of you fucking me into next week. He pounded relentlessly until I thought I would pass out from the pure ecstasy.
Just as I thought I was going to come, I felt my first tinge of pain and shame. I felt my fingers tingling, and my mind was becoming unclouded. I became aware of what was happening to me, and I began to jerk away from him. “No!” I protested.
Instead of stopping, he only laughed at me and grabbed my hips to keep them still. The tears involuntarily came again and I begged him over and over again to stop, but he ignored my protests. Instead, he grabbed my cock and began jerking it to orgasm. He pumped every drop from my dick as he shot his load inside of me, and I found myself missing the blissful numbness the mind-controlling drug had given me.
Once he finished releasing himself inside of me, he got off the cot and headed over to a small steel table by the door. I saw the needle and I began struggling to get free. I may have hated the pain, but I hated the lack of control even more.
“Ask me for it, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Go to Hell! I don’t want that shit in me. I don’t like you controlling me.”
“You didn’t find it easier to be raped when numb? Would you really have rather been aware of everything?”
I had to think about what he was asking me. I was aware that the rape was less painful with the drug, but it was more humiliating since he manipulated me into doing things I wouldn’t have done under normal circumstances. “I will never ask you for it. I don’t want to be your puppet!”
“I understand your hesitation, but it looks like I’m going to have to teach you the true benefits of the drug. After all, this isn’t called a reeducation session for nothing. I’m just going to have to rethink my teaching methods.”
To be continued in:
Part IV-Learning the Hard Way (Scott’s POV) (chapter four)
Part III: The Lessons Learned (Scott’s POV)
Author: Darkestangel
Author’s Website: http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails
Summary: What really happened during Stryker’s reeducation session with Scott?
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Archive: yes, with permission
Warnings: the series will contain non-con (“gang banging”) angst, violence, crude language
Pairing: Scott/Others
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox own the X-Men characters. I’m just borrowing them for a little bit. I promise to return them unharmed.
Author’s Note: Incase you didn’t know, Lyman is the highest ranking officer of Stryker’s team that invaded the Institute. I guess we could say that he is Stryker’s right hand man.
PIII-III-The Lessons Learned (Scott’s POV)
The last thing I remembered of full consciousness was Stryker’s request for me to call him Master. ‘That’ll never happen.’ I thought to myself.
“Once you have been broken fully, I will let you roam the facility freely. Until then, you will remain in this room, blindfolded, and bounded. Do you understand?”
Against my will, I said, “Yes Master.”
He arched his eyebrows appraisingly. “Keep that up Summers, and you’ll be out of this room in no time. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go talk to your precious Professor. Meanwhile, Mr. Lyman will take over your reeducation process. I’ll see you in a few.”
I heard Stryker leaving the room, and I felt a strange emptiness. It was as if he was a part of me now, and he was abandoning me, leaving me alone to be taught by someone else. I listened as Lyman came closer. I wanted to ask him what the reeducation process would be like. I wanted to know what was happening to me. Why couldn’t I move my head? Why couldn’t I talk?
“I didn’t think he’d ever leave,” he whispered into my ear. I couldn’t move as he licked my ear, and caressed my cheek with his fingers. I was helpless to react or to protest. I was screaming ‘stop’ in my head, but I couldn’t vocalize my opposition. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day pretty boy. I am truly looking forward to reeducating the leader of the X-Men. Before you know it you’re going to be the biggest threat the Mutants have ever had to face.”
I wanted to deny his statement. I wanted to squirm away from his hand that was now inching down my chest. I wanted to blow his fucking head off as he reached inside my uniform and pinched and twisted my left nipple, but once again I stood still against my will.
“I guess by now you’re wondering what the hell you were given aren’t you? It’s okay, you can answer me Summers.”
“What did he give me? Why can’t I move? Why can I talw buw but not before?”
“Would you like me to take that blindfold off?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Okay…but only on one condition. I want you to kiss me.”
My head screamed “no!”, but my mouth said, “Okay.”
When he kissed me I didn’t resist him. If anything I encouraged him to kiss me harder. My mouth had a mind of its own, and I was sticking my tongue down his mouth trying to swallow it whole. He pulled back abruptly and smiled. “What he gave you is working nicely. Now, be quiet and I’ll answer all those questions for you”
As promised, he took the blindfold off my goggles allowing me to once again to see the world in all of its red glory. I looked at Lyman who was occupied unzipping my uniform. I swallowed hard in fear as he bent down to suck on my neck. Once again I found myself in silence wondering why I couldn’t talk again. His lips and tongue eagerly explored every inch of my upper body making me more anxious and excited. I didn’t want him touching me, but apparently it didn’t matter what my mind wanted. What mattered was what he wanted, and I had no choice but to deliver the goods.
“You’re such a good boy Scott. I think I’ll answer one of those questions now. Let’s see, what did he give you? He gave yomindmind-controlling drug. You have to do what I say now. It works extremely well on mutants. Stryker has many mutants under his spell, including Lady Deathstrike. Now, if you want another question answered, you’ll have to suck my dick.”
Once again I couldn’t deny him as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. He held my head roughly as he shoved his cock into my mouth. I could feel tears falling from my eyes in shame, but I couldn’t stop myself from sucking that steel-hard dick. I found myself wanting to please him. I didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Oh God Summers. I knew you’d have a sweet mouth. Who showed you how to suck cock so good? The Professor?” he cruelly joked.
I was able to shake my head “no” this time. If I had been able to I would have bitten his dick off, but the bastard had full control of me.
He pulled out of my mouth briefly. “I want you to swallow every drop Summers. If you spill one drop I won’t answer anymore of your questions. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I said.
“I want you to ask for it. Tell me wantwant to suck my dick and swallow my spunk.”
I didn’t hesitate telling him what he wanted to hear. I had no choice. “I want your hard dick in my mouth Lyman, and I can’t wait to taste all of you shooting into my hot mouth.”
He didn’t waste anytime assaulting my mouth once again. It didn’t take long for him to shoot his salty load into my mouth, and as requested, I swallowed every last drop. I wanted to wipe my lips, but my hands were not free to do so.
Once he caught his breath, he reached for my face to wipe the tears away. “You’re so sweet to cry like this Scott, but for now on, you only cry when I tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” It was beginning to sink in. He was answering my questions through examples. I couldn’t move or talk unless he told me to. He was the one in control here, not me.
“Did you figure it out pretty boy? Did you figure it out that you’re at my mercy? I could tell you to catch yourself on fire and you would do it. Now, do you see why Stryker calls this your reeducation?”
“He wants to use me to hurt others doesn’t he?”
“Apparently so, and I want to use you for pleasure. Before I’m done, I’m going to have you begging for the mind-controlling shit. You’re going to want to feel numb and out of control, so you won’t feel the humiliation and pain. You can trust me on that boy.”
I couldn’t imagine feeling any worse. I was already feeling humiliation and pain even with the substance in me. What would it feel like when it wore off? How bad was it going to get before I begged to be drugged again?
He walked over to the steel door and knocked. “Now, let’s see how good you can take it up the ass pretty boy.”
Two other soldiers walked into the room, and proceeded to release my hands and feet from the chair and they dragged me to a thin, military-style cot in the back of the room. Once they finished undressing me, they then held me down on my stomach and cuffed my wrists to the frame of the cot. I wasn’t sure why he had bothered getting them involved in the first place. I wouldn’t have been able to fight Lyman anyway. The drug had complete control over my actions.
After the soldiers had left the room, Lyman made his way over to the cot. I turned my head to the side watching him undress. I knew that I should have been afraid and full of dread, but I wasn’t. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
“You want me Scott, and I want you to show me you want me. I want you to convince me that I’m right.”
I wanted nothing more than to please him. My mind was frantically protesting this intrusion, both mentally and physically. It wanted to yell “no” and “stop”, and “why are you doing this,” but my body did exactly what he wanted. I licked my lips and spread my legs apart inviting him to penetrate me.
He was now undressed, and he eagerly parked himself between my thighs. I felt his fingers caressing my cheeks and spreading them apart. I moaned in pleasure as he spat on my puckered entrance. “You liked that didn’t you? You like my spit on you don’t you?”
“Yes…”I moaned in complete lack of control. I humped my ass up towards him hoping that he would lick me or at least finger fuck me.
“God, I knew you’d be a slut. You want my tongue don’t you?”
“Yes!” I screamed as he dwelled down deep inside with his wet hot tongue. He was massaging my balls as he licked my swollen entrance. I knew I should have been trying to stop him, but it just wasn’t working that way. With each thrust of his tongue I imagined that it was you, Logan, who was doing it to me. I found it easier to cope with pretending that you were getting me stretched and ready for a long hard fuck.
The next thing I felt was two fingers entering me. It should have hurt a bit, but I was completely oblivious to at at that moment. He bent his fingers and brushed across my prostate. I jolted with intense pleasure and begged him not to stop. I should have been ashamed of myself for acting like a slut, but for some reason it felt completely natural.
“Please fuck me Lyman. I want you in me now.”
I heard him snicker in satisfaction as he got to his knees. “I’d never deny a beautiful boy’s request for a fuck Scott.” With that he entered me slowly and carefully. I was grateful for his consideration in not hurting me. My mind knew that he was raping me, but I couldn’t process that information correctly. Instead, I felt extreme pleasure as he filled me with every inch of his hard cock.
He pulled me onto my knees stretching my wrists as far from the frame as they would go. He reminded me of you fucking me into next week. He pounded relentlessly until I thought I would pass out from the pure ecstasy.
Just as I thought I was going to come, I felt my first tinge of pain and shame. I felt my fingers tingling, and my mind was becoming unclouded. I became aware of what was happening to me, and I began to jerk away from him. “No!” I protested.
Instead of stopping, he only laughed at me and grabbed my hips to keep them still. The tears involuntarily came again and I begged him over and over again to stop, but he ignored my protests. Instead, he grabbed my cock and began jerking it to orgasm. He pumped every drop from my dick as he shot his load inside of me, and I found myself missing the blissful numbness the mind-controlling drug had given me.
Once he finished releasing himself inside of me, he got off the cot and headed over to a small steel table by the door. I saw the needle and I began struggling to get free. I may have hated the pain, but I hated the lack of control even more.
“Ask me for it, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Go to Hell! I don’t want that shit in me. I don’t like you controlling me.”
“You didn’t find it easier to be raped when numb? Would you really have rather been aware of everything?”
I had to think about what he was asking me. I was aware that the rape was less painful with the drug, but it was more humiliating since he manipulated me into doing things I wouldn’t have done under normal circumstances. “I will never ask you for it. I don’t want to be your puppet!”
“I understand your hesitation, but it looks like I’m going to have to teach you the true benefits of the drug. After all, this isn’t called a reeducation session for nothing. I’m just going to have to rethink my teaching methods.”
To be continued in:
Part IV-Learning the Hard Way (Scott’s POV) (chapter four)