Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men and never had a valid excuse for using them.
My Obsession.
"Oh!" She exclaimed as she put the final touches of angel white paint on
the once soiled brown walls. "He's going to love this when he gets back!"
She thought to herself. By he, she means her husband, the man she loves, the man whom
protects her, her prince. The two love birds moved into this house because
it was cheap, and it was close enough to the school they worked in, and loved
so that should anything arise, they could be there in minutes, and still maintain
the privacy new couples need. It was more than a need between the two, outright
undisguised desire, a fire that sparked between the two, like the whole world covered in
fireworks. Just BOOM! Like that.
Elsewhere, About fiveteen minutes from her happy nest, the former owner of
the house, the one's whoms dispicable deed made the house so cheap, so
two mutants, his most hated people could move in, was visiting. He was visiting
his dead wife's brother, another whom shares his hatred. Even to the point that he agreed
his sister, Linda, deserved to die a brutal death for being a mutant.
"So, John, what's this new stuff Ya got that just couldn't wait?" The first man asked.
"After the.. tragidy.. my sister had, I felt it unfair that mutants can
take advantage of us normal folk." John said. By first glance,
nothing much would be thought of John, not very handsome, a little pudgy
and a bad case of adult acne, but his mind was something else. If John set his
mind to it, he could do it. This time he set his mind to a way to take
even the most powerful mutant down to human level, without having to get close
enough to touch them. "I developed a powder, alot like baby powder, that
works alot like one of those collars. A little on the skin, and it gets obsourbed
like asprin, and shuts down the nuro-pathways that control their powers. I'd like
you to field test it. Any ideas?" He asked.
"The first man grinned and told the story of the couple who bought
the house from Linda and John's parents. They owned it anyway and without their daughter
living there, they didn't see fit for the man who killed her to live there iether.
He went off to get it back.
Back at the house, she realised she still had a small mess to clean up
from painting, but nothing much, Then a shower. Her first shower in her new house,
it was a shame her husband wasn't there to share it, but he would be soon, in two days.
It took her about twenty minutes to clean up the brushes, she hated stiff brushes, and to find
where her husband had decided the linen closet to be, but she got her shower.
She had noticed a powder covering the bathroom, and felt a little odd about it,
but decided it was only annoyance at her husband for never being able to
use powdered cleaners very well. She'd do it later, all she wanted right
now was to get the white paint out of her hair.
The powder seemed to stick to her, and maybe burn a bit, but she attributed that
to the fact she had spilt paint thinner on herself earlier, along with a bit of
linseed oil, but that hot water felt good. Relaxed her, and after all,
being an X-Man, one needs all the relaxing to be gotten. Steam had filled
the bathroom, and she only hoped the fire alarm wouldn't catch, after all, the last
thing she needed was Beast making a fuss over nothing.
Maybe the fire alarm would have been a good thing; maybe, but through
the thick fog, a fat arm reached through and pulled her from her warm shower.
The hand attached to that thick arm entangled in her hair as a bat was used
to hold her across her throat. She tried, oh how she tried to use her powers, the
thought occuring to her that she relies on them too heavily for someone trained in
other forms of combat. When her powers refused to service, she fought, and she
fought hard as she scratched at whomever held her. The man turned her around to face
him as he used the bat to cut her airway and force her to the bed behind her.
"No!! Noo!" she cried out to keep from blacking out. She punched at the man, hard
enough to break his nose, save he moved, leaving her to swing at air. He eased the bat up,
she could breathe, but the weight of the bat was replaced by the weight of his fat
stomache as he pinned her arms with his knees and forced his dick into her mouth,
to silence her.
"You'll do what I tell you too, bitch, and you'll enjoy it!" He said as his weight snapped
her right shoulder. He moved himself up and down her wet, steaming body as he thrusted
and she bit into him with desperation to get away. She still couldn't
understand why her powers weren't working, and why this man had chosen her
to perform this deed to. "You fucking whore!" he cursed as he used the ether
and his fist, to knock her cold.
When she came through, he had recovered. He had recovered enough to be sweating
and grunting on top of her, and upon seeing her awake, he pressed harder as she
squimed to fight him off, ignoring her limp, broken shoulder, and now broken arm.
"You asshole!" she screamed as she spat in his face and raked him with her
open nails. "I like your tight, little cunt, mutant." he said as he grew angered
and pulled out. "Maybe I should stretch you a little bit." he grinned as he
tied her flailing hands with her biting and kicking all the way. He
got off listing to her scream in agony as he repeatedly fisted her,
tearing her, and watching her suffer as he entered her a last time,
and watched her face, black and blue from his assault, contort in pain.
He watched her wide eyed look of terror as he came, and he wiped his foul seed,
mixed with the blood of her wounds across her face. "Here. Run if you can."
He sneered as he untied her shattered wrists, starting a cat and mouse game.
She tried to run, but the best she could do was limp. For half an hour, while he let
the after effects of orgasm wear off, she tried to get out.
With two broken wrists, she couldn't even open a door, She was
trapped here, with him.
When she had reached the room she had just finished painting, not an hour ago,
she stopped. He was comming after her. Smashing things, following the trail of
cum and blood she had left on the floor. "I'm not dieing like this!" She thought to herself.
She hid in that room, hoping he would give up, or that somebody had heard something,
or that Beast suddenly needed a test subject, anything! But he found her.
And when he found her, he made her get her her knees and pleasure him again,
and then again as he bent her over and fucked her ragged. When he was done the third time,
He threw her against her angel white walls, and she fell, watching her crimson
blood taint it, streaking and running down, like a river turned to blood.
As she fell, things seemed to slow down as he brought that bat down on her, what seemed
a thousand times. Her bones popped like a thousand of those fireworks she had thought of earlier.
She lay there, pretending to be dead, hoping he would leave. He did,
but not before opening the window to the cold outside. She fell on a vent,
Leaving her alternatly warm, and freezing over the next two days. She doesnt know how she
lived, espessialy when racoons came for easy warmth, and a meal,
nor when pneumonia started setting in. She didn't loose too much blood, because it clotted around
her, turning her carpet into one, big scab. She had lost enough, however to phase in and out of
memory. That made the hunger and thirst, almost tolerable.
Then her husband came back, and everybody in the X-Men was in an uproar.
Half a dozen people swore vengeance unto death, and the other half dozen
commited their time to tak tare of her, Leading her life to be a series of
operations and therapy.
All of that hurt, yes, but now she sees her husband, who
has stood by her side through all of this, even after being constantly
prepped for the eventuality of her death, looking around
with new eyes, at other people.
He was gone for a week, but to where, and why? What hurts most of all,
she doesn't know if he loves her anymore.
End
My Obsession.
"Oh!" She exclaimed as she put the final touches of angel white paint on
the once soiled brown walls. "He's going to love this when he gets back!"
She thought to herself. By he, she means her husband, the man she loves, the man whom
protects her, her prince. The two love birds moved into this house because
it was cheap, and it was close enough to the school they worked in, and loved
so that should anything arise, they could be there in minutes, and still maintain
the privacy new couples need. It was more than a need between the two, outright
undisguised desire, a fire that sparked between the two, like the whole world covered in
fireworks. Just BOOM! Like that.
Elsewhere, About fiveteen minutes from her happy nest, the former owner of
the house, the one's whoms dispicable deed made the house so cheap, so
two mutants, his most hated people could move in, was visiting. He was visiting
his dead wife's brother, another whom shares his hatred. Even to the point that he agreed
his sister, Linda, deserved to die a brutal death for being a mutant.
"So, John, what's this new stuff Ya got that just couldn't wait?" The first man asked.
"After the.. tragidy.. my sister had, I felt it unfair that mutants can
take advantage of us normal folk." John said. By first glance,
nothing much would be thought of John, not very handsome, a little pudgy
and a bad case of adult acne, but his mind was something else. If John set his
mind to it, he could do it. This time he set his mind to a way to take
even the most powerful mutant down to human level, without having to get close
enough to touch them. "I developed a powder, alot like baby powder, that
works alot like one of those collars. A little on the skin, and it gets obsourbed
like asprin, and shuts down the nuro-pathways that control their powers. I'd like
you to field test it. Any ideas?" He asked.
"The first man grinned and told the story of the couple who bought
the house from Linda and John's parents. They owned it anyway and without their daughter
living there, they didn't see fit for the man who killed her to live there iether.
He went off to get it back.
Back at the house, she realised she still had a small mess to clean up
from painting, but nothing much, Then a shower. Her first shower in her new house,
it was a shame her husband wasn't there to share it, but he would be soon, in two days.
It took her about twenty minutes to clean up the brushes, she hated stiff brushes, and to find
where her husband had decided the linen closet to be, but she got her shower.
She had noticed a powder covering the bathroom, and felt a little odd about it,
but decided it was only annoyance at her husband for never being able to
use powdered cleaners very well. She'd do it later, all she wanted right
now was to get the white paint out of her hair.
The powder seemed to stick to her, and maybe burn a bit, but she attributed that
to the fact she had spilt paint thinner on herself earlier, along with a bit of
linseed oil, but that hot water felt good. Relaxed her, and after all,
being an X-Man, one needs all the relaxing to be gotten. Steam had filled
the bathroom, and she only hoped the fire alarm wouldn't catch, after all, the last
thing she needed was Beast making a fuss over nothing.
Maybe the fire alarm would have been a good thing; maybe, but through
the thick fog, a fat arm reached through and pulled her from her warm shower.
The hand attached to that thick arm entangled in her hair as a bat was used
to hold her across her throat. She tried, oh how she tried to use her powers, the
thought occuring to her that she relies on them too heavily for someone trained in
other forms of combat. When her powers refused to service, she fought, and she
fought hard as she scratched at whomever held her. The man turned her around to face
him as he used the bat to cut her airway and force her to the bed behind her.
"No!! Noo!" she cried out to keep from blacking out. She punched at the man, hard
enough to break his nose, save he moved, leaving her to swing at air. He eased the bat up,
she could breathe, but the weight of the bat was replaced by the weight of his fat
stomache as he pinned her arms with his knees and forced his dick into her mouth,
to silence her.
"You'll do what I tell you too, bitch, and you'll enjoy it!" He said as his weight snapped
her right shoulder. He moved himself up and down her wet, steaming body as he thrusted
and she bit into him with desperation to get away. She still couldn't
understand why her powers weren't working, and why this man had chosen her
to perform this deed to. "You fucking whore!" he cursed as he used the ether
and his fist, to knock her cold.
When she came through, he had recovered. He had recovered enough to be sweating
and grunting on top of her, and upon seeing her awake, he pressed harder as she
squimed to fight him off, ignoring her limp, broken shoulder, and now broken arm.
"You asshole!" she screamed as she spat in his face and raked him with her
open nails. "I like your tight, little cunt, mutant." he said as he grew angered
and pulled out. "Maybe I should stretch you a little bit." he grinned as he
tied her flailing hands with her biting and kicking all the way. He
got off listing to her scream in agony as he repeatedly fisted her,
tearing her, and watching her suffer as he entered her a last time,
and watched her face, black and blue from his assault, contort in pain.
He watched her wide eyed look of terror as he came, and he wiped his foul seed,
mixed with the blood of her wounds across her face. "Here. Run if you can."
He sneered as he untied her shattered wrists, starting a cat and mouse game.
She tried to run, but the best she could do was limp. For half an hour, while he let
the after effects of orgasm wear off, she tried to get out.
With two broken wrists, she couldn't even open a door, She was
trapped here, with him.
When she had reached the room she had just finished painting, not an hour ago,
she stopped. He was comming after her. Smashing things, following the trail of
cum and blood she had left on the floor. "I'm not dieing like this!" She thought to herself.
She hid in that room, hoping he would give up, or that somebody had heard something,
or that Beast suddenly needed a test subject, anything! But he found her.
And when he found her, he made her get her her knees and pleasure him again,
and then again as he bent her over and fucked her ragged. When he was done the third time,
He threw her against her angel white walls, and she fell, watching her crimson
blood taint it, streaking and running down, like a river turned to blood.
As she fell, things seemed to slow down as he brought that bat down on her, what seemed
a thousand times. Her bones popped like a thousand of those fireworks she had thought of earlier.
She lay there, pretending to be dead, hoping he would leave. He did,
but not before opening the window to the cold outside. She fell on a vent,
Leaving her alternatly warm, and freezing over the next two days. She doesnt know how she
lived, espessialy when racoons came for easy warmth, and a meal,
nor when pneumonia started setting in. She didn't loose too much blood, because it clotted around
her, turning her carpet into one, big scab. She had lost enough, however to phase in and out of
memory. That made the hunger and thirst, almost tolerable.
Then her husband came back, and everybody in the X-Men was in an uproar.
Half a dozen people swore vengeance unto death, and the other half dozen
commited their time to tak tare of her, Leading her life to be a series of
operations and therapy.
All of that hurt, yes, but now she sees her husband, who
has stood by her side through all of this, even after being constantly
prepped for the eventuality of her death, looking around
with new eyes, at other people.
He was gone for a week, but to where, and why? What hurts most of all,
she doesn't know if he loves her anymore.
End