Dirty Thoughts

At first Jean was annoyed at the site of Fred, remembering in perfect detail what he had put her through and what her friends had to go through to get her out of that situation. But something was different about him at that moment. Jean couldn't get away fast enough but what he wasn't behind her and she couldn't outrun him this time. Fred caught her and with all her strength she tried to fight him but failed. "What's wrong Jeannie, afraid of me?" Fred whispered in her ear as he held her tightly by her arms. Jean struggled against him but he only held her tighter. No power on Earth was gonna save her now.

"Let me go Fred, you're hurting me," Jean wailed, but to no avail. "Sorry Jeannie, not this time, now you're mine," Fred boomed, glaring at the back of her head and licking his lips. Something in the tone of his voice made her sick at the stomach. He dragged her off towards the Brotherhood's house, sure that nobody else was home at the time, not like it would've mattered if there had been. Would've been more people to join in the fun. He held her by one arm as he opened the door and he pushed her inside in front of him, shutting the door behind them. "Upstairs," he ordered, pushing her roughly up the steps, not caring when she tripped and fell forward, letting her hit the stairs with a hard thud. Jean started to cry. She didn't want to call on the X-Men because she would be too embarrassed about her situation.

At the top of the stairs he grabbed ahold of her again, leading her towards his bedroom that he shared, shoving her inside, his anger towards her flaring again. Jean landed on the hard floor on her side, turning in terror to look at the giant looming over her. Fred grinned sadistically and shut the door, just in case. He stomped over to Jean, bending down and hoisting her over his shoulder, not even flinching when she beat on his back with her fists. Jean screamed when he tossed her on the bed like a ragdoll, knowing that nobody could hear her. She laid on his bed, her body reeling from it all, aching from being thrown so hard. It was due revenge for little miss high and mighty.

"Whatsa matter Princess, afraid of the big bad wolf," Fred said, mocking her. "What, you think yer too good fer me, better than me dontcha?" "N-no Fred, I never said that," Jean started. "Shut up you stupid bitch, it's yer turn to get what you deserve," Fred raged, taking off his overalls and pulling out his enormous fat dick, so hard and engorged that Jean could see the veins pumping in earnest. It was so fucking big that she could hardly believe her eyes. "I'm gonna make you hurt like you made me hurt," Fred said, his eyes irate and lustful. Jean tried to hold her legs together but Fred was much too strong for her. He yanked her skirt off in one good motion and then her pretty white panties. He would've expected as much from such a goody goody.

His fingers pressed cruelly into the flesh of her thighs as he spread her legs apart, getting a good look at the neatly shaven pink pussy in front of him, so soft and warm and inviting. He wanted to bury himself in it and tear her apart. Tears flowed freely down Jean's face as he held her legs open, staring with a long felt desire at her. She watched with horror as he licked two of his fat fingers and brought them to that warm hole between her legs, parting her lips slowly and then plunging his fingers deep inside of her. Jean shrieked at the sudden invasion, feeling his fingers grinding themselves into her. She sobbed convulsively, ashamed and angry at what was happening. He flexed his fingers in a come hither motion against that most sensitive of all places within her tight little cunt and she felt her body react involuntarily, that spot felt so good.

She didn't want it, she hated him, and he kept working those fingers inside of her, getting her good and wet. She watched as he took his fingers from within her, leaving her sweet spot aching and needing release. He spread her legs so far apart that it hurt, making sure she was wide open for him. "No, no, oh God please," Jean cried, seeing him grip his cock and place the enormous head of it at her tight little pussy. But there was no stopping him now. Jean screamed in a raging torrent of agony, writhing and crying and screaming as he pushed the fat head of his dick inside of her, stretching her far beyond the breaking point. He loved seeing that beautiful little wench in such pain. He pushed into her slowly, letting her savor the pain until he filled her entirely.

Jean's face was red and puffy from crying and her eyes were red. She couldn't grow used to his huge size inside of her, just somewhat but not enough to make the pain go away entirely. He held her legs down to the bed harshly as he began to thrust into her and Jean felt like she was about to break in half. The hot friction it caused inside of her was too much for her to bear and she began to sob again uncontrollably, feeling his dick moving within her smooth walls. He pounded into her with the force of a mack truck, bruising her terribly and making her bleed, which only turned him on more. She could feel every bump and curve on him and she couldn't look him in the face as he raped her senseless as she was so ashamed.

He hammered her with all the force he could muster up, wrenching the bed sideways, hearing the slick gushing sounds he made as his dick hit her poor wet little pussy. Jean wailed in pain and misery, his dick rubbing against her g-spot with every movement he made. She was so tight and wet, she felt so fucking good. She felt as he brought a hand up to play with her clit, stifling another sob. He moved his other hand up and pinched her nipples through her shirt so hard that she shrieked, the sensations moving straight down to her cunt. He tortured the little buds until she begged him to stop, but he didn't.

Then he pinched her swollen little clit between his fingers and Jean screamed again, her climax rocking her body until she was a shaking mass of jelly. When Fred felt her tiny muscles tighten around him it was all he could take and with a few extremely cruel thrusts he came, spilling his seed inside of her, watching as the sticky fluid leaked out around his dick and all over her. He pulled out of her then, grinning at the gaping hole of her pussy, watching as it slowly returned to a somewhat normal state, watching his cum flow like a river from her cunt. Jean lay on his bed shaking and crying, a miserable mess of tears and pain. She sat up with all her strength, picking up her discarded clothing and running out of his house in a rage of anger and pain.

She'd have to tell the Professor and Logan. But Logan was quite busy at the moment. He could sense something was amiss but didn't know quite what it was. That is until he went outside. The moment he went outside he could smell him. Sabertooth was near and very very hungry, hungry for Logan's body, needing so badly to fuck him that he could almost taste it. Logan could smell him and the hot lust he was exuding and his eyes darkened, his mind turning completely feral, his dick hardening with every step he took towards Victor. Victor watched him from the darkness of the woods and he too could smell the thick desire coming from Logan. But he didn't know what he was in for this time.


Next chapter: Logan/Sabertooth and Kitty/Kurt/Scott