Beauty Betrayed
By: Beetle654
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters originally portrayed in X-men. Those that aren't, however, are mine.
Rated R for sexual content, violence, rape.
She was gorgeous without knowing it. In her pale face, there was a wide-eyed innocence that belied her age. However, as Sabretooth noticed, her body did not. The constant wind that chilled the wintry night pressed her loose shirt against the ample curves on her upper body. The fact that her baggy jeans hid the shape of her legs left a burning curiosity in Sabretooth's primal mind. Animal instincts and lusts that had long been buried were slowly surfacing and his mind was on only one thing. Claiming a mate.
This one was perfect. She was beautiful, and completely alone. No one else was nearby. He knew he would have to take her. She definitely would not submit to normal advances. She could never desire a hideous creature like him, nobody could, or so he thought. As she gently pushed a key into the keyhole of her car's trunk to stow some groceries away, he made his move.
He swiftly ran down the hill he was standing on and was by her side in seconds. His huge right hand covered her mouth and his left arm found its way to behind her legs. He then carried her, cradled in his arms, his insistent hand muffling screams, suffocating her, running until he reached his destination, the center of a woodsy park. He dropped her to her unsteady legs, still not removing his vise-like grip on her mouth.
"If you scream just once," he hoarsely whispered in her ear, "I will kill you," She believed him, for he was so much taller than her, so huge, so terribly frightening.
"Please." was all she could say as he made short work of the buttons on her shirt, "What do you want with." Her words were abruptly stopped as his mouth covered hers. He forced her mouth open with his tongue and lips and explored it, tasting the faint traces of chocolate left from an earlier candy bar. His sharp upper teeth scraped lightly over her lower lip.
He was then made aware by her now jerky breaths and soft whimpering that she was sobbing. He quickened his pace, removing her white push-up bra, and then fondling her full breasts. His careless hands were less than gentle, and his sharp claws left scratches and cuts, bleeding startlingly red against her alabaster skin. She went from sobbing to crying out as the claws cut her deeply below her breasts.
His right index finger moved quickly to her neck, pressing the sharp talon to her throat. "If you don't shut up," he muttered, his voice trembling, "I will murder you here in cold blood." Her eyes wide, and a gasp escaping her lips, she took off running away from him. She was, of course, nowhere near fast enough, and within seconds, Sabretooth had tackled and pinned her to the ground on her back. "No running away my sweet, not now," he angrily said, straddling her waist.
"No, please," she cried, "let me go, I won't tell anyone, I swear."
Angrily, Sabretooth backhanded her, cutting her lips and wrenching a surprised cry from her. "How many times do I have to tell you to be quiet?" she whimpered softly, and relapsed into soft sobbing.
Somehow in all of this confusion, Sabretooth had managed to remove her pants and toss them aside, followed by her panties. He wanted to drink in all of her beauty, to own her. He ran his hands all over her nude body, usually leaving long gashes from angry claws. He removed his jeans and settled himself between her legs, running his hands and eyes over her body one more time, taking in all of her, her pale hair, her smooth but scratched stomach, her dark pubic hair and her long, slender legs. She was indeed beautiful.
She tried to plead with him one last time but was silenced by another threat of death. He forced himself into her, pulling a sharp gasp from her bruised mouth. God, he thought, she was incredibly tight. She now cried in earnest, and he knew he had to hurry. Wait, he thought again, she's a virgin isn't she? My dear God, I'm taking her virginity. The cold qualms of guilt sprang out to torture him.
This isn't right; it shouldn't be me doing this. She doesn't love me and I don't deserve to be her first. Then the cold voice of reason argued with him, "The damage is done, you may as well finish the job."
He sped up the tempo of his debauchery, each thrust drawing a pained cry from his victim. When at last (it seemed like an eternity of swirling guilt) he reached climax, filling her with his seed, he had little time or heart left to enjoy it. He sprang from the top of her and pulled on his jeans as quickly as possible. He stole one last look at her pathetic form, lying on the grass naked, her clothes strewn around her, wailing in both physical and emotional agony. He ran away from her prostrate form, leaving her to the company of her own tears.
When he returned to Magneto's compound that night, his head hanging, and his heart aching. Toad greeted him at the door, a wicked smile adorning his face. "Aww." he said sarcastically, "did we get our 'eart broken, Sabretooth?" Sabretooth glared at him. "Come now," Toad urged, "I kin see by th' look on your face that you go' lucky. Why no' tell a guy wha' 'appened?" His smile was appalling.
Sabretooth grabbed him suddenly by his green neck and lifted him off the ground, choking him. "Do not talk to me tonight." He fiercely growled and flung Toad to the floor as roughly as he could manage, then trudged away to his room.
"I love you too, Sabretooth!" Toad called after him, rubbing his throat gingerly, then added, "you crazy bahstard."
By: Beetle654
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters originally portrayed in X-men. Those that aren't, however, are mine.
Rated R for sexual content, violence, rape.
She was gorgeous without knowing it. In her pale face, there was a wide-eyed innocence that belied her age. However, as Sabretooth noticed, her body did not. The constant wind that chilled the wintry night pressed her loose shirt against the ample curves on her upper body. The fact that her baggy jeans hid the shape of her legs left a burning curiosity in Sabretooth's primal mind. Animal instincts and lusts that had long been buried were slowly surfacing and his mind was on only one thing. Claiming a mate.
This one was perfect. She was beautiful, and completely alone. No one else was nearby. He knew he would have to take her. She definitely would not submit to normal advances. She could never desire a hideous creature like him, nobody could, or so he thought. As she gently pushed a key into the keyhole of her car's trunk to stow some groceries away, he made his move.
He swiftly ran down the hill he was standing on and was by her side in seconds. His huge right hand covered her mouth and his left arm found its way to behind her legs. He then carried her, cradled in his arms, his insistent hand muffling screams, suffocating her, running until he reached his destination, the center of a woodsy park. He dropped her to her unsteady legs, still not removing his vise-like grip on her mouth.
"If you scream just once," he hoarsely whispered in her ear, "I will kill you," She believed him, for he was so much taller than her, so huge, so terribly frightening.
"Please." was all she could say as he made short work of the buttons on her shirt, "What do you want with." Her words were abruptly stopped as his mouth covered hers. He forced her mouth open with his tongue and lips and explored it, tasting the faint traces of chocolate left from an earlier candy bar. His sharp upper teeth scraped lightly over her lower lip.
He was then made aware by her now jerky breaths and soft whimpering that she was sobbing. He quickened his pace, removing her white push-up bra, and then fondling her full breasts. His careless hands were less than gentle, and his sharp claws left scratches and cuts, bleeding startlingly red against her alabaster skin. She went from sobbing to crying out as the claws cut her deeply below her breasts.
His right index finger moved quickly to her neck, pressing the sharp talon to her throat. "If you don't shut up," he muttered, his voice trembling, "I will murder you here in cold blood." Her eyes wide, and a gasp escaping her lips, she took off running away from him. She was, of course, nowhere near fast enough, and within seconds, Sabretooth had tackled and pinned her to the ground on her back. "No running away my sweet, not now," he angrily said, straddling her waist.
"No, please," she cried, "let me go, I won't tell anyone, I swear."
Angrily, Sabretooth backhanded her, cutting her lips and wrenching a surprised cry from her. "How many times do I have to tell you to be quiet?" she whimpered softly, and relapsed into soft sobbing.
Somehow in all of this confusion, Sabretooth had managed to remove her pants and toss them aside, followed by her panties. He wanted to drink in all of her beauty, to own her. He ran his hands all over her nude body, usually leaving long gashes from angry claws. He removed his jeans and settled himself between her legs, running his hands and eyes over her body one more time, taking in all of her, her pale hair, her smooth but scratched stomach, her dark pubic hair and her long, slender legs. She was indeed beautiful.
She tried to plead with him one last time but was silenced by another threat of death. He forced himself into her, pulling a sharp gasp from her bruised mouth. God, he thought, she was incredibly tight. She now cried in earnest, and he knew he had to hurry. Wait, he thought again, she's a virgin isn't she? My dear God, I'm taking her virginity. The cold qualms of guilt sprang out to torture him.
This isn't right; it shouldn't be me doing this. She doesn't love me and I don't deserve to be her first. Then the cold voice of reason argued with him, "The damage is done, you may as well finish the job."
He sped up the tempo of his debauchery, each thrust drawing a pained cry from his victim. When at last (it seemed like an eternity of swirling guilt) he reached climax, filling her with his seed, he had little time or heart left to enjoy it. He sprang from the top of her and pulled on his jeans as quickly as possible. He stole one last look at her pathetic form, lying on the grass naked, her clothes strewn around her, wailing in both physical and emotional agony. He ran away from her prostrate form, leaving her to the company of her own tears.
When he returned to Magneto's compound that night, his head hanging, and his heart aching. Toad greeted him at the door, a wicked smile adorning his face. "Aww." he said sarcastically, "did we get our 'eart broken, Sabretooth?" Sabretooth glared at him. "Come now," Toad urged, "I kin see by th' look on your face that you go' lucky. Why no' tell a guy wha' 'appened?" His smile was appalling.
Sabretooth grabbed him suddenly by his green neck and lifted him off the ground, choking him. "Do not talk to me tonight." He fiercely growled and flung Toad to the floor as roughly as he could manage, then trudged away to his room.
"I love you too, Sabretooth!" Toad called after him, rubbing his throat gingerly, then added, "you crazy bahstard."