The Reeducation of Scott Summers

Series Title: The Reeducation of Scott Summers
Part IV: Learning the Hard Way (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 (“gannginnging”) 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.


Part IV-Learning the Hard Way (Scott’s POV)


I discovered rather quickly that Lyman had an array of educational techniques. He blindfolded me once again, cuffed my hands in front of my body, and he led me down the hallway naked. I could hear the catcalls and whistles as I was paraded past other soldiers. Instead of focusing on the crude comments, I focused on the Professor desperate for some sign that he was alive. I couldn’t understand the lack of communication. The Professor was always in my head, guiding me, instructing me, and comforting me.

I was led down to the mess hall, I assumed, where a group of soldiers were finishing a meal. I could here the clatter of forks and plates stopping as soon as we walked through the door. I began to tremble in fear of what was to come. I almost broke down then. I wanted Lyman to take me back to my quarters away from the soldiers. I almost begged for the serum, but I knew that I had been trained to take the pain, so I was determined to not break down.

“Gentlemen, I hope that you have saved room for dessert. This pretty young thing seems to be bored, and wants you to entertain him for a while.” I felt Lyman’s hands guiding me to a table. I was forced to sit on the table, and my bare ass felt instant coldness. I felt my hands being released from the cuffs only to be dragged above my head and held down by two very strong hands. I tried in vain to pull away from the hands, but the hold they had on me was unbreakable.

“Yeah, that’s it. Hold him down while I fuck him into this table.” Lyman announced to the gathering crowd of spectators.

I could feel multiple hands touching me. Some were gentle, others were not. Some pinched and probed, while others caressed and explored. I couldn’t tell how many soldiers there were, but I knew for sure that they were all going to take me.

“All you have to do is ask for the shit and this ends right here and now.” Lyman propositioned.

I refused to answer him or even acknowledge him. My defiance earned me a slap in the face. “Don’t ignore me you little bitch!”

I could here the whistles and laughs of the other men. One voice yelled, “Lyman, just fuck the bitch. You know he wants it.”

While another voice said, “I’ll fuck him if you don’t want to.”

I felt my legs being spread apart roughly, and I felt the sharp pain of penetration. I clinched my eyes closed tightly grateful for the blindfold and goggles. At least they wouldn’t be able to see how much pain I was in.

“I can handle fucking this sweet ass myself Gordon. You can have him next,” Lyman promised the other man as he plundered my body.

I wanted to yell “stop” and “no”, but I knew it was of no use. It would only satisfy Lyman moo heo hear me beg, so I attempted to hold in all of my protests. I rode out the assault hiding my shame and anger.

“Lyman, you’re not fucking him right. He is supposed to be begging for your cock. Let me in there to show you how it’s done,” a deep voice demanded.

“Daniels, give me a fucking minute. I know what I’m doing. He was begging for me not to stop just a fenutenutes ago.”

That comment got a round of cheers from the crowd, and I felt a wave of nausea theninening to overtake me. I fought to keep in the tears, and I hoped that Lyman would not tell the extent of my previous actions. Instead of confessions, I got hot milky seed released inside me. Lyman’s pumping slowed, and I could feel him pull out of me.

Before I could recover from his assault, I felt him being shoved away from me and another set of hands grabbed my legs to pry them apart. I heard the deep voice of Daniel’s begging me to let him in. “Come on now; open up for Daddy sweet baby.”

“No!” I yelled back.

He grabbed my chin brutally hard, “Daddy said open up bitch!” I felt my legs being torn apart, and he pounded into me with no remorse. I couldn’t help the sounds coming out of my mouth. I was in the worst pain of my life, and it took everything in me not to beg for the serum. I felt like I was being ripped in two, and I knew without looking that I was bleeding from his attack.

“You like my big dick don’t you? All the girls love my cock in their tight holes.”

More catcalls and whistles followed, “Fuck him good Daniels,” and “Make him scream,” were just some of the crude remarks made.

With each remark made, the harder Daniels would pound into me. The pain was excruciating, and the tears came involuntarily.

I knew that Daniels would comment on the tears, “Look at the little girl cry. What’s the matter baby? Is Daddy hurting you?” He readjusted his position, and instead aimed for my prostate. I couldn’t hold back the moans that followed.

“Please stop.” I begged over and over again. With each thrust inside I came closer to breaking. I knew that I couldn’t handle another man after Daniels. I was in too much pain, but I also knew that Lyman had anticipated this weakness.

I heard Lyman whisper in my ear, “All you have to do is ask for it, and all of the pain will disappear.”

“No.”

“You little shit. You’re really starting to piss me off! I will break you eventually. It’s just a matter of figuring out the right method.”

Daniels grew bored of the conversation, “Would you shut the fuck up Lyman? I’m trying to get off here. You know?” Lyman did get quiet as Daniels began pounding into me like a piston. By this time, I was shaking in humiliation and shock. I could barely feel Daniels coming inside of me, but somehow I knew that I had come even closer to breaking. The tears ran freely down my cheeks onto the cold slab of the table, and I struggled to close my legs only to have them pried apart by another set of rough hands.

“Oh God, no, please don’t.” I pleaded with the new assailant. I couldn’t handle anymore. I was on the verge of giving in to Lyman’s demands. I felt all of my strength and pride slipping away as the nameless soldier entered my broken body. I knew that the serum would make me a puppet, but at that moment, it didn’t sound so bad. I was being torn apart both physically and emotionally, and I needed a way to make it stop.

“You like that pretty boy?” the assailant asked.

I didn’t have the energy to respond or to flinch as other hands resumed exploring my body. I felt fingers pinching my nipples and hands touching my flaccid organ. I tried to pull away from their probing hands, but I had no way of getting away. I felt a hot tongue exploring my wet cheek making its way to my lips. I knew it was Lyman because I could smell his rank breath.

“Ask and it shall be yours,” he whispered into my ear.

The endless exploration and the painful plundering of my body had reached its pinnacle. I couldn’t take anymore. I just wanted to feel numb and dead to the world. I knew that the mental anguish would not end, but at least the pain would stop. “Will this stop if I take it?”

“Yes.”

I wished that I could have seen his eyes. Something told me not to trust him, but I felt like I had no choice. “Fine,” I whispered.

“Fine what?”

“Fine, I’ll take your shit!”

I heard him laughing softly at my defeat. “I thought you were going to be harder to break. I think Xavier has the wrong mutant for his leader.”

I refused to let him bait me. I knew that I had failed. I didn’t need him to tell me that I was a failure. “Just give me the serum Lyman.”

“Kiss me first baby.”

“Go to Hell.”

“Do you really want to go through this again? Kiss me now before I change my mind about giving you the serum.”

I shook my head “yes”, and I accepted his tongue-filled kiss. Of course, that gained the attention of the crowd, and I attempted to pull back from the kiss. He yanked my head roughly towards him and attempted to swallow me whole.

Once he was finished, he ordered the guys who had been holding my hands to sit me up. I didn’t struggle as the needle was inserted into my neck. The familiar numbness spread quickly through my body. My mind clouded over, and all control of my body was lost. I could feel every nerve in my body relaxing, and the pressure behind my eyes seemed to ease off slightly.

As hoped, the pain subsided, but the attack continued. The nameless attacker resumed his previous task, and I had no choice but to lie down and take it. At least I couldn’t feel the stabbing pressure and intense burn that I had felt with Lymad Dad Daniels, and Ideredered how much more they could give before they became bored.

As the next attacker prepared for his assault, I heard the familiar voice of Stryker commanding him to stop his actions. “That’s enough Mr. Lyman. He’s asked for the serum as I hoped. Now it’s time to see how well it works on him.”

The blindfold was taken off, my hands were released, and Stryker asked me to sit up. Despite my mental anguish, my body did as he commanded. Once again, I had no control over myself, and I followed all of his orders without hesitation.

“Mr. Summers, you’re going to take care of some intruders for me. I want them all eliminated. Is that understood?”

I looked at Stryker in full understanding. He wanted me to kill the X-Men, and I had no choice but to follow his command. “Yes Sir.”

He smiled at my acceptance. “God bless you mutants. You’re so easy to manipulate, and I think that you’re going to make me a very powerful man Mr.Summers. I’m going to use that gift of yours to the fullest potential, but first you have to take care of your friends.”

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“You already know the rest of the story Logan. I tried to kill Magneto and Mystique, and if Jean hadn’t stopped me they would be dead right now.”

“That might not have so so bad Scott.” Logan joked.

“When I tried to kill Jean, the serum must have already been wearing off. I didn’t hesitate when I shot at her, but I felt this slow awakening of some sort after we did all the damage to the dam. What’s really scary is that if she had not recently experienced her power spike she would have been killed with the first beams. All of you would have been killed by me if it weren’t for the serum wearing off.”

Logan looked at his lover fullsorrsorrow and anger. Stryker had allowed the torture to occur, and he had used Scott to kill his friends. “The bastard better be glad he’s already dead Scott. I don’t even want to think about what I would do to him if he were alive. I don’t know who I’m madder at, Stryker, Lyman, or myself.”

“Why would you be mad at yourself? I’m the one who should be pissed. I’m so fucking weak Logan. I let them use me like that…”

Logan’s anger got the best of him, and he interrupted abruptly, “Stop saying that shit! You’re not responsible Scott. Hell, I doubt I would have lasted as long as you. I can’t imagine how you lasted as long as you did. I’m mad at myself because I should have been there protecting you and the Professor.”

“Logan, you were taking care of the kids.”

“Yeah, and I did a fantastic job with that.”

“Logan just shut up. Don’t turn this into a Logan thing. This is about me and my weaknesses and failures. This has nothing to do with you or Wolverine. You can’t protect us all Logan. I shouldn’t have to be comforting you right now. Youuld uld be doing the comforting. You should be telling me that it’s going to be okay, even if it’s not true. I knew I shouldn’t have told…”

Scott was interrupted once again, but this time it was with Logan’s lips. It was a soft, slightly tentative kiss, but it was enough to keep Scott quiet. “You’re right Scott. I’m a jerk. This is about you. I’m just so full of anger and hatred rigow. ow. I don’t know where to channel that negative energy to.”

“Logan, I just need you to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be okay. I don’t want to waste anymore time dwelling on the extent of my own hatred that I feel towards the humans. Stryker has seriously made me think twice about why I feel the need to protect them. Maybe the Professor is wrong and Magneto is right. Maybe there is a war coming between mutants and humans, and maybe I’m not on the right side anymore. Some humans do deserve to die.”

“And so do some mutants. Don’t let Stryker win. If you change your viewpoint on the humans then he wins. You need to keep doing what you know is right. The Professor knows what he is doing, and he made you his leader because he knows that you are the best at what you do.”

“And what is that Logan? What am I the best at?”

Logan leaned and kissed Scott tenderly once again. When he pulled away, he traced his thumb over Scott’s bottom lip and smiled. “You’re the best at doing what is right.”

Scott returned the smile, and he reached out for Logan’s hand. “Will you help me to do what is right?”

“I’ll always be here to help Scott. No more running away or soul searching for me. Helping you through this will be my full-time job for now on, or at least it will be until you grow tired of my constant pampering.”

Scott hugged Logan tightly. He didn’t want to let go. Tears came to his eyes and he couldn’t keep the sobs in any longer. “Logan, tell me it’s going to be okay.”

Logan listened to the sobs of pain coming from Scott and squeezed him even tighter. “You know it will be baby.”

The End

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