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Hellfire To Heaven
🕑 Added 2023-08-11 18:59:01 +0000 UTC“No, no that!” Jean begged, tossing her red hair fearfully. “I’ll do anything you want, just don’t whip me! Please!”
Scott laughed. His huge erection pressed out the front of his trousers. Jean saw it; it frightened her more. But it also gave her an idea.
“I’ll blow you!” she promised him. “Please, let me blow you!”
Shame twitched inside her, but she refused to acknowledge it, even as she dropped to all fours and crawled across the ground to him. She reached up to undo his belt and unzip his fly, all while she kissed his erection through the twill fabric that still held it.
“I’ll do better, Scott,” Jean murmured, fitting her mouth around as much of his enormous manhood as she could. “I’ll follow orders… you don’t have to punish me… just come in my mouth, please, please…”
She looked up at him while she took his cock into her mouth. Scott looked down at her and smiled impassively. He let her suck on more and more of his prick.
“I’d love to let you suck me off,” he said, and Jean smiled around his member. “But would that help you learn your lesson? Will that make you a better X-Man? You need to follow orders in the field, Jean. You need to give me your best whenever I ask for it, because that’s what I’m counting on when I make plans. Your peak performance.”
“I will give you my peak performance, Scott, please!” Jean cried, before sliding her mouth down his length, sucking for all she was worth and lavishing her tongue on his girth.
She needed to make him shoot. He wouldn’t give her the whip if she swallowed his cum. Good girls swallowed cum; they didn’t get punished.
And she liked it. She didn’t just tolerate it, like some girls. She loved knowing that she was more than a pretty face, a gorgeous body. She could give Scott what he wanted. Steal his control away just long enough for him to come.
Let me swallow cum for you, she teeped to him while her mouth was better occupied. Then you can fuck me. Anywhere you want. Do anything with me.
But Scott would not be moved. For all she made his dick throb and pound, his expression was as stoic as ever. “You think I don’t know you enjoy this?” he asked, still letting Jean milk him as hard as she could. “I can’t reward you for poor performance, or for insubordination.”
It was just the Danger Room, Scott, please. Please, I love you, let me show you how much—
She ran her breasts over the hard muscles of his legs, letting Scott feel what he could have underneath him, what he could thrust into and be surrounded by.
“I love you, Jean,” Scott replied. He ran the tip of the riding crop between her breasts. “That’s why I’m not going to let you slack off. But I will be… understanding. You get over that table without forcing me to drag you there. You stay put while I give you ten lashes. No moving. No crying out. You do that and you’re forgiven. You don’t and I’ll discipline you until I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson.”
He drew his hips back, holding Jean’s head by the hair as he worked his cock forward again. Into her luscious pink lips.
“Take your time. Think it over. I wouldn’t ask something from you that you weren’t capable of giving me.”
Jean’s eyes went misty as she let her mouth be used. The threat was too horrible to think about. Yet the offer was almost as unbearable. To submit to this torture willingly… to bear it… or to face the same discipline Scott took upon himself.
“I’ll be strong for you, Scott,” she moaned, getting to her feet, tears in her eyes. “I’ll show you you’re right about me—I can take all ten lashes.”
***
“My, what a vivid imagination you have.”
To be sure, the great victory of the Hellfire Club was installing the Phoenix as their new Black Queen. But Emma almost took more satisfaction in the capture of the X-Men, after all the trouble they’d given her over Kitty Pryde.
And she most especially prided herself on having Scott Summers prisoner.
It probably should’ve been more meaningful to be able to play with the mighty Phoenix like a doll. Emma saw the significance of that; Jason Wyngarde could only see an opportunity to slake his own lusts, play-acting that he was her husband. He pouted like a child at Emma reminding him not to push Jean. She was so fraught, so volatile, with all her immense power and all the tinkering they’d done already to make her pliant. She couldn’t be bent any further.
Not that Emma hadn’t enjoyed bending her as far as she had. She’d sifted through Jean’s mind and found plenty of memories of Scott. He really was a master manipulator; he wouldn’t think of himself that way, but he knew just how to sooth Jean, how to manage her, always comforting, always supportive. The sex always gentle and romantic… perfectly satisfactory…
How would Jean react, Emma wondered, if she knew her dream lover dreamed of bending her over and turning her ass red?
She’d never know, of course. That would be pressing Jean too hard. But Emma suspected that Jean would be very receptive to being dominated. Much more so than Scott could ever conceive of his sweet, innocent Marvel Girl. After all, look how Jean was enjoying herself in her black corset and panties.
And then there was Scott himself. So clean-cut. So square-jawed. A perfect preppie wonder boy—Emma’s father would’ve loved for her to bring such a man home. All he needed was a yacht and a polo shirt.
Oh, Daddy probably wouldn’t react well to Summers being a mutant, but he always was short-sighted. What was more impressive: being born with a silver spoon in your mouth and a legacy admission at Harvard and a job at your father’s company, heir to the throne? Or Scott, who had built himself up from nothing to become a true leader, a captain men followed because they wanted to, not because of his title.
It would take a fool to idolize a CEO—and a fool not to idolize the tactical genius, the living weapon, that Summers had made of himself through sheer will.
Emma looked him over. The chiseled abs, the broad shoulders, the bulging pecs. His costume showed them all off with aplomb. She wondered if that was another bid for respectability from that pathetic pacifist Xavier. Couldn’t hate the mutants when you were admiring their six-packs, could you?
Of course, she thought he looked best of all with the ruby quartz globe that covered his head above the nose. Dull, unpolished red that all but blinded him and kept his optic blasts quite contained.
It was funny how men preened and posed, trying to appeal to women, when they never looked better than when they were bound up tight. Hands over their heads or behind their backs, gagged mouths, blindfolded eyes. Emma shuddered. But the best bondage of all was mental. Knowing a man couldn’t do anything against her wishes because he literally couldn’t conceive of doing such a thing.
With a razored smile on her glossy red lips, Emma unlocked Scott’s manacles. His hands came down, but did nothing more. She was already in his head, silencing his well-honed instincts. Sedating him and feeding his thoughts into his fantasy of Jean until it was oh so real to him.
His muscles stood out in clenched ridges. His hardened manhood bulged through his costume, far too big for clothes that were far too tight.
“If she only knew how you’d get off on this,” Emma mused, walking her fingertips daintily along Scott’s rock-hard belly. “Then again, do even you know how much this appeals to you? Do you think it’s just a passing fantasy or do you know how much you’re denying yourself? So assertive in battle, Mr. Summers, but so repressed in life… can’t tell the woman you love what you really need from her.” Her face lit up. “I know. Let’s role-play. I’ll be Jean. You be you. Now, tell your darling dearest all about the nasty, naughty things you want to do to her.”
Scott’s teeth clenched. His eyes burned, two red stars blazing under the hooded canopy that held them.
“So reluctant!” Emma ran her hand down to his fly. She unzipped it for him. “Here. Allow me. You can’t keep an animal caged up like this. We have to let it run and play, now don’t we? What if I told you… oh my! I really thought Jean was embellishing a bit. But you certainly are endowed. She’s something of a kinky bitch just to take such a big cock, now isn’t she? But forget that, forget it… mustn’t break character.
