Scarlet Sonja Spiral Silver update

Betsy started to get out of bed, intent on physically confronting Jean, but psychic force gripped her hair and dragged her back down, throwing her on her stomach on the bed. Jean approached, dragging her birch cane up Betsy’s leg and finally to her bare mound. Betsy whimpered and turned her head to see what was happening.

“Listen, Jean…”

‘Quiet, bitch,” Jean ordered, still playing the cane between Betsy’s thighs.

“You don’t have to hurt me,” Betsy keened, looking pleadingly up at Jean.

“Cunt.” Jean raised the cane high. “Fucking man-hungry cunt!” she spat venomously, before letting the cane fall strongly across Betsy’s raised ass.

“Hhhhha!” Betsy cried in pain, writhing on top of the bed she’d shared with Scott.

Her outcry only made Jean lift the cane again, and bring it down even more sharply on the tender flesh of Betsy’s ass. Betsy screamed, tears coming to her eyes, and Jean struck her again.

“What’s the matter? I thought you liked getting your ass smacked!” Jean said through clenched teeth. “Didn’t Scott do that for you? Didn’t he give you a nice spanking? If he didn’t, I will!” 

Jean struck again and again with the thin cane, but no matter how much Betsy cried out, Scott would not awaken. Betsy’s full ass glowed red, welts appearing all across it, and Betsy writhed in pain as the stinging lashes continued to rain down on her.

“Please! Stop!” Betsy sobbed pitifully as the cane slashed her defenseless ass again and again. “Stop it! Please, don’t! Please!”

“What’s the matter? Aren’t I good enough for you? You liked one Summers well enough. What’s wrong with a Summers-Grey?”

The cane bit into Betsy’s exposed pussy, making her scream. Jean became all the more excited, sweat pouring from her tirelessly working body. Her pale skin glistened silver in the moonlight and her jade eyes were wide as she took in Betsy’s body twitching, straining to contain the pain Jean had inflicted on her. Betsy cried pitifully as Jean rubbed the end of the cane into her sensitive pussy, then she moaned bitterly as Jean brought the cane down cruelly between her buttocks.

The bitingly intense quickening of pain that Betsy felt reminded her of when Scott had taken her ass, stretching and spreading her until she’d opened up to him as much as he wanted. The pain had been almost sweet then, and somehow this felt a little like it, tingling the same way once the initial hurt had faded. Betsy didn’t know what it meant that her pussy felt tight and wet as much as sore.

Jean comfortably perched herself in a rocking chair in the corner, stretching out and comfortably draping her leg over an armrest. She laughed cruelly as Betsy took in her open thighs, seeing that now she wore crotchless panties, exposing her bright red thatch of pubic hair. She’d heard that once, as the Phoenix, Jean had been powerful enough to alter molecules. She’d had no idea Jean was still that powerful.

“Take a good look at my pussy,” Jean said. “You’re going to eat it, slave. Yes, you’re going to taste my cunt—taste my hot, juicy cream when I come all over that pretty face.”

Betsy blanched, forcing her eyes away from the sight of Jean’s wet cunt staring her in the face. Enjoyment—Jean had enjoyed ripping her ass to pieces with that cane.

“I’ll never do that. I won’t ever eat your pussy!” Betsy frowned.

“Let’s not pretend you’re one for vows, Betsy. You just helped Scott break his. Why should yours be any different?”

Jean flicked the cane, but only in gesture. It was her tremendous power that picked Betsy up and dashed her against the wall. The impact throbbed red in Betsy’s vision and she fell to the floor, face-down. Then she felt a sharp pain in her back. It was Jean, digging her pointed heel into Betsy’s spine.

“How do you like being under my heel, slave?” Jean asked, smiling wickedly. “That’s right where you belong—being ground underfoot!”

“You don’t have to do this. Please, this isn’t you, you don’t want to do this!” Betsy pleaded, her face contorted in an agonized grimace, tears streaming down her cheeks now, like the pain had fully opened the floodgates.

Jean ignored her totally, like Betsy was less than nothing to her. Instead, she slammed her foot down right next to Betsy’s face. Betsy saw her distorted reflection cringing in the polished black leather of Jean’s boots.

“Kiss it, slave. Kiss my foot.”

Betsy couldn’t believe that Jean could be so sadistic. No matter what the situation, she was still an X-Man, a superhero! She was going to make one last-ditch effort to remind Jean of that when the cane fell evilly across her shoulders. The pain was unbearable. Betsy had to give into Jean’s insane demand. She flicked her tongue out, dragging it over the toe of Jean’s boot. It made her sick to her stomach, but she didn’t want to give Jean any more excuse to whip her than she already had.

Jean let out a high-pitched laugh. “Such a pretty little tongue. No wonder Scott was tempted by it. But that’s enough fun for now. Scott and I are man and wife—flesh of my flesh. And since you so enthusiastically pleasured him, slave, now you get to taste my sweet pussy. Come on. Get up here and worship my cunt, you lucky little bitch.”

Betsy raised herself painfully onto her knees. “No… no, I won’t do that! You can’t make me!”

“I can’t? Betsy, I could make it so your one and only goal in life was to place your tongue in my pussy. But I’d rather you chose to do it. I’d rather you made a decision between the cane and my cunt and you lived with that decision for the rest of your life. Eat it. Eat my pussy, slave!” Jean commanded.

Jean grabbed her by the hair. She dragged Betsy along with her to the chair, where she sat down and pulled Betsy’s face into her wet sex.

“Lick my pussy real good or you can taste my cane instead.” She rubbed Betsy’s mouth in her pussy, forcing the smell and taste upon Betsy’s senses. “Do it now!”

The cane descended again and again on Betsy’s naked back. The pain was too much for Betsy. She refused to surrender, but—if she conserved her strength, later she could use it against Jean. Resignedly, she lowered her face between Jean’s legs and ran her tongue along Jean’s slit.

As soon as her tongue touched Jean’s sex, aroused juices leaked out of the opening. The physical response hit so quickly that Betsy was shocked by the sudden wetness on her tongue.

“Yeah! Lick my pussy, slave! Fuck yes!”

Jean held Betsy to her groin, rubbing her slick labia into Betsy’s mouth, luxuriating in the ecstasy of Betsy sucking worshipfully at her cunt. She wiggled her hips joyfully as Betsy, frightened and naked, serviced her devotedly. She enjoyed dominating her husband’s mistress, and as Betsy pleasured her more and more, Jean rewarded her efforts by bringing the cane down on her back. 

As it cracked against her flesh, Betsy redoubled her efforts and Jean cackled, relishing her power, savoring the submission she’d driven Betsy to. Betsy’s desperate attempts to please her increased the pressure building in her sex and her pussy clenched on Betsy’s tongue as it went in and out of her.

Jean let her head drift back as she savored Betsy’s tongue inside her; Betsy chanced a look up at Jean. She was stunned to see Jean was touching herself, rubbing her full breasts and pinching her nipples, with a dreamy, heated look on her face as she was immersed in pleasure. Betsy lowered her eyes again, seeing Jean’s stomach muscles clenching and relaxing with Jean’s writhing, and then she saw just how wet Jean’s pussy was. It simmered with pure liquid lust.

“My clit! Suck my clit, slave! That’s what I want and my slave does everything I want!” Jean demanded, wrenching Betsy’s head to where she wanted it by the hair. Betsy’s sucking mouth went directly over her clitoris.

Betsy whimpered, willing to do anything to avoid having more pain added to what she already felt. Reluctantly, she nudged her tongue against Jean’s stiffened clit. It twitched and jumped against her lips, as if forcing the taste of Jean’s lustfully churning juices into Betsy’s mouth. Betsy resisted the urge to gag at the strange taste; she would have to gorge herself on it if she didn’t want Jean shredding her to ribbons. She tickled the redhead’s clit with fluttering wiggles of her tongue, using the very tip to jostle Jean’s button this way and that. 

“Yes. Yes. There’s plenty of wet pussy for you to eat, ‘Bets.’ No wonder Scott fucked your face—you have such a wicked tongue!”

Jean was one to talk. Her pussy hair was soaked with her juices. She’s hot as hell, Betsy thought as she dragged her tongue over Jean’s sex, rubbing it against Jean’s throbbing clit at the end.

But she was feeling warm herself. Betsy tried to fight off what was happening inside her, but it was unmistakable. She was tight, wet, tingling deep in her pussy. She didn’t know how it was possible that eating Jean’s cunt was turning her on, but it was still somewhat better than getting caned anymore. Betsy tried to put those weird thoughts in the back of her mind as she sucked Jean’s clit, but she couldn’t help but notice how much louder Jean was moaning. The cunnilingus she was receiving was more eager than before—almost hungry. And Betsy felt a sense of pride welling in her as she turned Jean on.

Her hands skirted Jean’s slender waist, coming around her body to grip Jean’s ass. With that handhold in place, she almost forced herself down on Jean’s pussy, sucking at her clit and licking up her juices as she did her best to satisfy the other woman.

“Oh! Oh! Hhhn!” Jean panted, her pussy near-boiling. She bounced in her seat, pressing her sex hard into Betsy’s tongue. “Yes! You wonderful little bull dyke bitch! You really know what—you’re fucking doing—my little—slave—lezbo!”

Betsy worked feverishly to bring Jean off. Her tongue slid deep inside of Jean, then eagerly licked its way out. Then, with a perverse gentleness, she took Jean’s cuntlips between her teeth and pulled at the tender flesh.

For a moment, she was afraid that she’d hurt Jean, bring her wrath down upon herself, but Jean obviously loved it. She gasped ecstatically and rolled her hips against Betsy’s face, Betsy taking her satisfaction as approval of what she was doing.

Betsy found that she was satisfied herself with how she was pleasing Jean, pleasuring her. She didn’t know she’d had it in her to be such an expert at cunnilingus. Her lips returned to Jean’s clit, wrapping around it, pulling on it until it slurped out of her mouth and snapped back to Jean’s womanhood. Jean responded enthusiastically to this fresh stimulation, panting for breath in such a well-pleasured way that it excited Betsy, goaded her on.

“Yes! Yes! Oh! That’s… so good, yes! Yes, you slave bitch, yes!”

Jean jerked around on the chair, pounding her fists on the armrests, but she let Betsy do as she wished so long as it continued to please her. Instead of giving instructions, she lay back to enjoy Betsy’s mouth, twitching and jerking and moaning as Betsy went down on her. It amazed Betsy how much she enjoyed Jean’s enjoyment.

“Mmmm! Hha! Yes! God—fuck!” Jean grunted, obscene delight drawing words and sounds out from her in equal amount as she relished having her pussy eaten so eagerly, so expertly. Her hips were moving faster now, rubbing desperately against Betsy’s tonguing. She was reaching a plateau and Betsy was sucking her even harder, almost voraciously. “Ohhh! Nn! Eat my cunt, you slut! Worship my pussy! Lick it, lick up my cream! I-I-I’m… going to—fuck! YES!”

Jean’s climax washed over her, her burning desire flaring to an inferno as she drove her hips into Betsy’s sucking mouth, trying to fill her cunt with what Betsy was doing to her. Her clit throbbed, even more full of lust than the rest of her.

It turned Betsy on, how vehemently Jean came. It was perverse, degrading, but still it filled her with a heat she’d never known before. She felt proud of getting Jean off—Jean was so powerful, so sexual, that it seemed like a major accomplishment to bring her to this immense orgasm. And hearing Jean curse and moan heightened her own passion. Betsy sucked dutifully at Jean’s clit as the redhead trembled through her lovely climax, not thinking once of the cane Jean had threatened her with.

Jean gasped, moaned, sighed as she felt every wonderful thrill that Betsy’s mouth could offer her. Then her taut muscles loosened. She collapsed back into the rocking chair. Without thinking, Betsy placed a final, worshipful kiss on Jean’s mound, which it felt like she’d been servicing for an eternity. Then Betsy sat back on her haunches, looking almost unbelievably up at Jean. The redhead’s eyes were closed, her nostrils flaring as she breathed deeply. Betsy needed no psychic power to see on Jean’s face how she luxuriated in the ultimate release she’d just experienced.

As Betsy stared, awestruck, at Jean’s haughtily beautiful face, she tried to resolve her conflicted emotions. In the space of minutes, she had gone from the proud, powerful woman she knew herself to be into an eager and willing sex slave, actually enjoying being forced by Jean to fulfill her perverted desires. Was Betsy ashamed of her slutty behavior? She couldn’t even understand it. But as Betsy stared at Jean’s contented face—the rapture that had it more majestic than ever—she felt the beginnings of an idea.

Jean was more than just a woman. She was a goddess. Her every cell permeated with the Phoenix’s power, Jean was at the absolute peak of human potential—a sexual deity who enjoyed greater rapture, deeper passions, longer satisfaction than Betsy could possibly imagine. The simple supremacy of her was proudly displayed in what she’d shared with Betsy; the naturally domineering side of her that was usually suppressed, or at least private. But she’d allowed Betsy a glimpse of her true nature. And Betsy had managed to satisfy it somewhat.

Betsy didn’t know if anything else in her life could be as meaningful as being a slave to Jean Grey.