Danger Rumpus update

Chris was enjoying a late lunch when Laura came into the kitchen. He didn’t feel the need to greet her. His mouth was full, and one of the things they had in common was a comfortable silence they both enjoyed. Laura could be a little like a cat, that way. She chafed at people trying to be her friends, much as she tried to appreciate them, but was most at ease with someone who didn’t feel the need to prove himself to her.

She leaned against the table Chris was sitting at. Her body was long and lean, only getting lovelier with her maturity and her growing confidence. Her hair had gotten longer, her make-up subtler and more professional, her skin clearer and creamier with a good diet and that ineffable j’est-ne-quis vibe the X-Mansion offered even at its most beleaguered. Chris tried not to stare at her denim shirt where it hung open, the bottom three buttons undone to show the ripple of muscle bestirring her calm belly and the beginnings of the bustier top she wore underneath her shirt.

“I want to do it again,” Laura said. She tended to announce herself like that. She didn’t want much, little miss self-sufficient, so when she did want something, she was very clear on the point.

The thought occurred to Chris of licking the pinky of one hand and cleaning his ear out with it, like he’d seen someone do in an old movie, but there was only so sarcastic he wanted to go with Laura. She’d probably just think he was unhygienic if he did that. “The Danger Room thing? You know we’re banned from there. From last time. Right now, I’m just hoping no one notices. Imagine someone asking why I can’t use the Danger Room, or why both of us can’t use the Danger Room, or…”

“You were the one who said you could reprogram the Danger Room,” Laura noted.

“I said that I could, not that I wanted to—“

“You wanted to after I said you could fuck me,” Laura pointed out. She seemed to get more patient all the time.

“Well, yes, but c’mon, that was, like—“

“Emma said we could?”

“She did? Ms. Frost Emma?” Chris cracked his neck. “God. We’re not going to end up on pay-per-view or anything…?”

“I said it helped relax me,” Laura said.

“It does?”

“It did.” 

Now Laura decided to get really persuasive. She kicked his chair so it pushed back across the floor, making room for her to sit down in his lap. He was used to her more personable moods, when she enjoyed a casual yet intimate physical contact that seemed nonchalant, but always struck him as shockingly taboo. It was like she had no notion of boundaries, just that he was hers and she was allowed to touch him, so she did.

“You’d be someone else,” she said. “You can do anything you want to me when you’re someone else.”

Chris could’ve groaned as he realized Laura was going to get her way. She had with Emma, now she would here. “Who did you have in mind?”

“Logan,” she said.

It took a long look at her deadpan expression, meeting her intent gaze, before he realized she was joking. She seemed to sense his realization, for her lips curled into a dark smile.

“No. That’s boring. What I want you to do is rape me?”

Chris shook his head, sputtering. “Laura, what’re you—“

“We’d have a safe word,” she pointed out. “But you’d be Sabretooth, or Omega Red, or something like that, and you’d rape me. What?” she asked, noticing his discomfort. “It’s just pretend.”

“I didn’t even know you had a rape fantasy.”

“Doesn’t everyone?” she replied. “I’m not asking for you to shove my head in a toilet or anything. Just rape me a little.”

“God, Laura…”

“It wouldn’t really be rape, obviously. I’ll tell you what to do beforehand. Then we let the Danger Room cover you with a hologram and you just play your part. That’s barely even kinky. It’s more like making a movie.”

“We are not recording this,” Chris said firmly. “I don’t care what your deal with Emma is…”

“It’s not that,” Laura assured him. Though she stated it like a simple fact, so it wasn’t actually that reassuring, somehow. “It’s like if your fantasy were to be raped by Psylocke, so I dressed up as her and took a strap-on—“

“That is not my fantasy,” Chris told her, even more firmly. “That is definitely not my fantasy.”

“I know,” Laura said. “I’m a pretty good judge of these things. But what I’m saying is, I wouldn’t be hurting you in that case, I’d just be giving you what I want. This is what I want. For you to rape me. Not even you to rape me, other people, just… with you. Pretending, but pretending with you.”

Chris took a deep breath and wrapped an arm around Laura. “Okay. So what does ‘Sabretooth’ do to you, in your fantasy?”

“First, he ties me to a chair…”

***

"I figure you'd make a right pretty picture if I had you tied up over a chair. That ass of yours would wiggle up in the air and look so nice I wouldn’t feel even a little guilty about how I was going to fuck it."

"Go to hell," Laura rasped, still struggling against her bonds.

"I bet you'd like to send me there. Yeah, frail, send me back. I been there. Now I wanna go to heaven. You got heaven on you, pretty girl? A nice little piece of heaven I can borrow a little while? "

"By raping me."

"Call it what you want, slut."

Sabretooth took her leg firmly by the ankle and yanked. Laura cried out as a lance of white-hot pain shot up into her cunt. He was bending her all out of shape and enjoying the play of her muscles as he did so.

"I like this. See the way your ass tightens up when I jerk your leg around?"

She felt a stab into her ass as he bent her leg to one side. It was getting to her. She didn't understand what it was about being abused like this that made her so hot. She didn’t care. Laura wanted that huge prick of his more than ever.

"I'm gonna tie you down. My cock needs some and you're gonna give it to me. Aren't you, slut?"

"You can go to hell, motherfucker!" She didn't have to act much to get the words out. She halfway felt that way. Sabretooth was making her feel pain. It wasn't right. She wasn’t right. But she was the way she was and she wanted this. At least enough to enjoy it.

"That cunt of yours looks real empty," he said in a low voice. She wasn't able to turn her head and see him. The way her hands were bound kept her from turning around on the table top. “Empty and so tight it could just suck me in.”

"Yes, oh yes!" she moaned. "Fill me up! I need you!"

"The hell you do," Sabretooth flared. "You're trying to trick me. You think I'll shut up and be content if you offer me a little pussy. No way, frail, no way!”

He came around the table and she saw what he was holding in his hand. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I'll fill your cunt for you. All the way. With this candle!"

She cried out in pain as he rammed the candle into her pussy. She felt the thick wax began to flow a little as he twisted and reamed it inside of her. As it stretched her inner membrane to the breaking point, she passed out.

When she came to, there was incredible pain in her belly and it was all radiating out from her cunt. She was filled all right, filled with a candle.

Sabretooth’s words got huskier and huskier as his eyes raked over her body, trembling with pain and an obscene want. "So you're back, eh? You've always had a hot cunt. And it’s gonna get hotter."

He pulled out a cigarette lighter and flicked it. The butane flame looked six inches high as he approached her.

"You can't burn me! You can't!"

"I can, but nah. Waste of good frail. The candle. The candle is going to show you what it's like to burn at both ends!"

She tried to close her legs, to keep him away from her tender pussy. She found that he'd tightly bound her legs to the table while she'd been unconscious. There was no way she could possibly keep that dancing flame away from her bush.

Laura felt the hot caress of the flame and then nothing. But by straining, she could see he had lit the wick of the candle protruding from her cunt. And, as it burned, the flame came closer and closer to her sex.

"Go on and watch. You're going to enjoy this. Want to suck my cock to keep your mind off the fire getting closer?" His fingers lightly caressed her clit. The surge of delight that arced into her body startled her. She hadn’t known it would happen so soon—that her body would betray her so readily. “It’s gonna go here, baby. Right there!”

“Fucker!”

Sabretooth laughed and it was a cruel laugh. He held his rigid prick and moved it closer to her lips. In a soft whisper, he said, "Suck on my prick. Go on, you stupid bitch!"

Her body hurt with an intensity she hadn't thought possible. The candle crammed up inside her was ripping her apart. She thought she could feel the beginning flow of sluggish blood. Or it might have been melting wax from the huge candle. She couldn't tell the difference. It didn't matter one way or the other.

She hurt.

And the warmth of the burning candle was slowly turning into heat. And that heat would soon touch her. She couldn't stir around to snuff it out. She would have to let it burn her, char her pubic hair, and even allow the flame to sear her inner thighs.

The hot wax running from the candle was making her legs feel like they were being doused in boiling water. Her soft, tender, yielding thighs were quivering with every light touch of the hot wax. It wouldn't be long before she went out of her mind with fear and pain.

And he wanted her to suck on his cock!

It brushed across her lips. This ignited all the old desires in her body. She wasn't able to deny that she wanted that cock resting nicely between her lips so she could suck on it.

But not now! Not with a flame working closer and closer to her cunt. Not when she might find her pubic hair set on fire. Not when Sabretooth was torturing her in the most diabolical way imaginable!

But he was insistent. His prick forced her lips apart. He laid the throbbing length along Laura's lips and then began stroking back and forth in a sensuous, slow motion.

"If... if I suck on it, will you put the candle out?"

"No bargains. I don't give a damn what you want. Suck my cock!"

Her lips parted and her tongue slipped out to move sensually along the turgid prick. Sabretooth smiled. He'd won and she knew it. He yanked his cock from her mouth and laughed harshly.

"I win this round... I want my cock in something a bit more to my liking. Like that asshole of yours!"

"The candle!" she moaned. She could feel the heat growing. Her tender folds were cringing from the searing flame inching closer. She wished she could put it out. It was blistering her delicate labia, making her entire body shudder in reaction.

"I'll put it out when I feel like it," he told her calmly. "I've got to arrange that chair I mentioned. Tying you up on its back and then fucking that sweet ass of yours sounds like just what the doctor ordered."

As the tip of the flame touched her pubic hair, Laura screamed and kept screaming. She hadn't done anything to deserve this. The flame licked and caressed her soft flesh. The pain shot into her body like a flaming arrow shot into her cunt.

It was no longer the painful reality she'd come to think was normal.

The flame at the candle's tip was all that mattered to her now. Sabretooth wasn't going to put it out, not even if it was setting her on fire—which it was.

Then her own body came to the rescue. She hated this, she hated it with all the passion locked up in her lusty body. But she was responding in ways she didn't fully understand. She was feeling pain and it was turning her on sexually.

The explosion of her juices flowing around the candle put out the flame before it really did any great harm to her.

As the flame sputtered and went out, Laura collapsed weakly to the table. It had been more of an emotional strain on her than she'd thought. For the first time, she was able to really feel the pain inching into her limbs.

Arms were dead from lack of circulation. Sabretooth had tied her down so tightly it would be long minutes after he released her before she could get the blood flowing easily through her wrists again. And her legs were hardly in better condition.

One ankle had been tied to one leg of the table and the other had been bound to the far leg. She was held spread-eagle in a painful stretch that hit directly at her cunt. It wouldn't have taken much to rip her apart all the way to the chin. This was another reason the candle had affected her pussy so much.

Sabretooth was brutal and forthright. He made his move and then stood behind it without flinching. Torture? Sure, if it suited his purposes. But she wouldn't allow pain to intrude.

Yet a dominant man was so sexy! She got off in a big way on all he was doing, though she could hardly admit it to him or herself.

"The chair's ready," he said. He didn't bother to yank the candle out of her cunt, but then he didn't relight it, either. He said nothing about it. Laura wondered if he really cared at all that her pussy was still stinging from the flame's searing touch.

She doubted it. He didn't seem to even notice as he pulled her off the table after untying her. She tried to fight him off and found her arms and legs didn't obey her. The cut-off circulation betrayed her and she fell heavily to the floor, a sobbing heap of need and regret and need and need.

"Get up. Come on and get up. I'm gonna fuck you good this time."

She writhed on the floor trying to find a position where the candle wasn't ripping at her guts. A man's cock bent a little bit when it went into her cunt all the way. The candle was rigid and didn't bend at all. It was digging into her in a way that was designed to give her nothing but pain.

He pulled her to her feet and she almost fell again. Then she felt the sharp edge of the back of the chair shoving into her belly. The candle squirmed out of her cunt, perhaps two inches. This gave her a surge of relief.

This time she didn’t pass out. She was fully awake from the beginning as he grabbed first one wrist, then the other and tied them to the chair's front legs.

She had trouble breathing. She began moving her feet to find the best position to worm her way off the chair. Suddenly hands pulled hard at her left ankle. She was jerked forward and felt the wood banging into her knee.

That ankle was firmly secured to the chair leg. And then her right ankle was tied down to the other back leg of the chair. She was firmly bent over the back, her ass poking up into the air.

She was helpless, still his prisoner.

If anything, she was in a more painful and degrading position. Her ass was up in the air for Sabretooth’s every lewd attention. The candle still jutted out of her cunt, despite the flood of her ejaculation. And the way her entire body ached, she didn't know how much more she could stand.

The only relief Laura had was that her cunt was no longer stretched to the point where she felt delicate tissues strain inside of her. And knowing the delicious pain would continue, as she’d asked for. Chris had proven his willingness with the candle; she honestly hadn’t thought he’d had it in him. And now this… vicious pleasure would go on and on. She could trust him.

She tried to forget that. It made it better.

"Don't do this to me!" she begged. Her head flopped around on the seat of the chair, a halo of hair all around her.

"I'll do anything I want! Feel this, cunt? Feel it?"

She shuddered as his prick drove between the thick slabs of her asscheeks. The huge prick spread her rosy pink ass into two separate globes of firm flesh, then plunged down into the humid canyon to seek out her asshole.

When she felt the huge, knobby crown of his cock poke into her asshole, Laura had to let out a low moan. And it wasn't a moan of pleasure. This hurt. It hurt worse than she'd have thought possible.

At his prick nudged deeper into her anus, she began to twitch and writhe around, trying to escape. But that wasn't possible. The ropes held her hands too securely. And they weren't any looser around her ankles. The flesh on her wrists and ankles was chafed and cut and raw. She could barely stand the dancing needles of pain she felt.

But it was the candle still stuffed up her cunt that gave her the most agony. She hadn't thought such a thing was possible. Even melting down from her body's heat, it was a constant source of pain for her.

The long, thick candle was rigid and refused to bend. No matter how she squeezed down on it with her inner muscles, it refused to budge. It was too firmly lodged up her sex.

And now that Sabretooth was poking into Laura’s asshole, he would soon be fucking her. That would make two long, thick penetrations in her body. One was made of unyielding wax. The other would give—a little. But it would also be moving inside her with all the pent-up desires in the man's loins.

He would fuck her while that candle remained thrust all the way up into her tortured cunt.

"Stop it! STOP! I can't stand this any longer!"

"You'll have to, won't you, slut? I'm not going to help you. You bribing me to make me stop… I won't stop. I'm going to get my rocks off and to hell with you!"

The purple glans was inside her rectum now. She felt torn apart, betrayed. He was driving his cock into her with the slow, sure moves of man totally certain of his territory. There was none of the desperate fucking she'd hoped he would demonstrate. The faster he fucked her, the sooner this would be over. But he was determined to do it right, to get the maximum of pleasure—for himself.

"God, you're even tighter now that you've got that candle shoved up you. I... I can rub my cock against it through your guts. Yes!"

It was super for Sabretooth, but not for her. She was assaulted on all fronts by unforgiving pain. Nowhere to turn, she suffered. She let the pain wash through her body, a relentless tide of agony not to be denied.

There should have been intense pleasure from feeling Sabretooth's prick slowly moving in her rectum. But the way his prick worked against the candle in her pussy was sheer murder. The pain surged all the way into her belly, exploded and raced up her spine. The sodomy was killing her by slow inches—and there wasn't a goddamn thing she could do about it.

She'd brought this on herself. And every time she felt his cock work another inch into her ass, she knew it. But Laura was a prisoner and was totally at the man's mercy. He could extract all the joy he wanted from her bound and tortured body. And she would have to endure. That was now her lot in life.

Try to enjoy if at all possible.

Then his hips exploded in a frenzy of activity. He butt-fucked her with all the power of his frustration. His hands ripped and tore at the creamy globes of her ass. He tried to tear the mounds from her body as his cock plunged deeply into her anus.

The tightness of her body was increased by the pain. He felt the ring of muscle surrounding his prick tense with every move. The sodomy was enough to get her uptight. That made her asshole even tighter to fuck.

But this was something else. She was hurting—bad. That lit inner fires of desire that Chris had never known existed in himself. He fucked her with more power, more confidence, more ability than ever before. And he loved every second of it.

Laura was in pain. That made his pleasure all the more intense. His fingers tortured her ass. This tightened her asshole around his prick. He fucked into the tightest hole imaginable. She was crushing him flat with her anus.

And the candle he stroked against her thin inner membrane threatened to rob him prematurely of his excited pleasure. It touched and moved against the most sensitive portion of his cock. He had to fight down the tidal rise of his pearly cum. He wanted to fully enjoy her. Nothing less would do. Her asshole was convulsing around him like a cunt in the throes of orgasm.

Vaguely, he realized Laura was coming. She'd gotten off in a big way on his butt-fucking. And being tied up. And the pain. And the humiliation. She'd gotten off on all those things.

He fucked faster.

He had to feel his cum spurting from his prick. The emotional and physical release was all that counted now.

His cum. His pleasure. HIS!

The white-hot fountain of his jism splattered into Laura’s clutching asshole. Gallon after gallon of his jizz gushed in and he felt himself propelled into a vastly better world.

Then it was all over. His prick was limp. He watched as a tiny stream of his jism leaked from her well-fucked asshole. It dribbled out and down onto the candle still protruding from her cunt there, the thick white cream mixed with the thinner fluids that had leaked from her pussy.

Sabretooth took a step back and surveyed the scene. Laura was bent double over the back of the chair. The wooden back cut mercilessly into her belly. She was panting for breath. He didn't care if it was the chair or her orgasm that had robbed her lungs of the precious oxygen. All he cared about was his own satisfaction.

He decided this was enough for him. For the moment.

"I'll be back. Don't go away," he told the bound woman.

"You cocksucker, you goddamn cocksucker!" she moaned. But it was to an empty room. He'd left her tied and hurting and waiting for his return.

Oh, how she was waiting for his return!

“How was that?” Chris asked, coming back around to untie her.

“Perfect. Don’t untie me. I want to go again.”

“Jesus, Laura…”

“Did you think you’d scare me away, going through with it?” She looked him square in the eye. “I knew I would like it. I did. I know it’ll take you time to recover… when you’re ready, I want you to be Omega Red. And now I’m fucking you willingly.”

“Willingly?” Chris asked her.

“I’m a rebellious teen, Wingbat. What better way to get back at daddy than being a cumbucket for one of his worst enemies? Don’t worry. You can still be rough with me. I wouldn’t expect anything less from a bad boy like Red. But this time, I won’t pretend I’m not enjoying it.”