Forgot I hadn't posted this one here.
Obscure fact:
Chris Claremont was born in England which explains some of the character names - Maddie Prior was the lead singer of Steeleye Span and Jason Wyngarde - Peter Wyngarde played Jason King on Department 'S' and his own series.
Jean Grey v Madeline Pryor
What the Fuck! Is this a dream?
Jean remembered going to sleep in the X-mansion, and then this.
She was standing on a sandy beach on a sunny day, staring out at the ocean, which one? Jean felt the hot grains of sand slipping over her foot as she gazed down and leisurely moved it. It certainly felt real. She felt the warmth of the sun beating down on her. Then with a start, she realised she was clad only in a white bikini.
Bending down she signed her name in the sand with her fingers.
"Jean Grey"
She read it back.
"kiol vfry".
The fact that she couldn't read showed she hadn't been physically transported here. She knew reading is an activity that heavily relies on the optic nerve to process written words, so it's impossible to 'read' when you have no optic nerve, like in a dream. But she could feel sensations, you can't do that in a dream. Mindscape? That would explain the feelings, the sun she could feel on her body, the sand she felt under her feet.
But whose mindscape and why?
Then she saw the woman walking towards her. She stared harder, squinting, it was a red-headed woman in a black bikini. The figure looked familiar; it was like looking in a mirror. Then she gasped, she recognised her, it all fell into place.
Madelyne Pryor.
The cheap fucking knock-off clone of her who had married Scott when she was presumed dead, but the skank couldn't hold on to her husband any more than she could hold her legs together,
cheap whore.
The woman had moved closer, they were standing face to face now.
"Like my mindscape?", She asked.
"I summoned you here because I thought we could 'discuss' things...", she sneered, "...in more pleasant surroundings, not a grotty MMA cage. No powers, no interference. Just you and me, Ever
since I was...cloned, created. I've felt like a shadow...of you, I want my own life. I intend to take it".
"Oh yes I'd like to 'discuss' things" Jean thought. "I'd like to 'discuss' your fucking head in!"
"Then why don't you fuck off and make your own life and stop trying to steal mine", Jean spat back.
"You fucking stole my husband, YOU BITCH!", Maddie screamed.
"Your husband! Your fucking husband!..." Jean screamed back.
"...Scott was married to me first. He only took up with a cum-dumpster like you because he thought I was dead"
"And you should have stayed dead!"
"Well, I'm not, and I'm claiming what's mine. I'm not losing it to something that crawled out of a test tube!"
" Fuck off you smug superior bitch. You think crawling out of somebody's twat makes you better than me".
Smack!
Jean's slap rocked Maddie's face. Where the slap landed, a red handprint appeared. Maddie gently touched the glowing skin and smiled.
"Perfect, suits me fine", she hissed.
Jean felt the blow smashing into her stomach. She gasped, bending down, clutching at her belly.
Hissing in satisfaction, Maddie grasped her hair pulling Jean in circles by it, while manically punching at her head. Jean struggled to block the blows, but she was getting hammered. Her lip started bleeding; she could feel her eyes swelling. Jean fired back rocking Maddie's body with blows to her torso. The women battled in heated anger now. Ploughing punches at each other with fire in their eyes and snarls on their faces.
Cries and chirps of pain sprang from each woman's lips as they fought in circles, starting to kick at each other's legs.
Suddenly, Maddie released the hair, and Jean tumbled, skidding on her back along the sand before coming to a halt.
Maddie rushed towards her only to be met by Jean's foot in her face, smashing into her nose.
The second swiping kick felled her like a tree.
Jean clamped her legs around Maddie's waist and squeezed. Maddie gasped. Jean's leg muscles tensed as she tried to crush her foe. Squealing, Maddie's hands reached for the encircling legs, trying to pull or claw them off. Lording it over her, shaking her hated foe like a rag doll with each pulse of her legs, Jean sat up ripping off Maddie's top and going straight for her nipples.
Wailing, Maddie went crazy swinging her right fist with a berserker rage, mashing Jean's face. In shock, Jean's leglock weakened, Maddie saw her chance and writhed frantically, getting some way
out of Jean's leglock. Her sides were on fire, dignity be damned, she attempted to put some distance between them by crawling away on all fours.
"Come here, bitch", Jean growled as she pulled at Maddie's bikini bottoms trying to pull her back. The bikini bottoms were down to her knees as a writhing Maddie struggled for freedom. Eventually, she made it, but with Jean waving the bottoms triumphantly, in her hands. Cursing, Maddie scrambled to her feet, she crouched, naked, ready to attack again. Jean stood victoriously, waving the
bikini bottoms and taunting her now-naked foe.
"Feeling a breeze?"
"Fuck you!"
"No, fuck you! "
With a grunt, Jean threw the bottoms at Maddie's face as they surged together, their bodies slapping, with a wet smacking sound. Pushing body against body, hands intertwined, their mighty orbs pushed flat as pancakes.
"Fucking bitch, I'm the better woman!" Maddie growled into Jean's face as she pushed her backwards with her chest, her stiff nipples gouging into Jean's, her hands forcing Jean back as her feet fruitlessly tried to find purchase in the sand, she was losing ground.
Digging her feet into the sand. Jean pushed back, twisting her foe's wrists.
"Cheap whore. I'll never submit to you!"
For what seemed an eternity, they strained against one another, the cycle repeating. One would push her opponent, back a step, only for her foe to push back forcing them back. The coating of fine sand covering their sweaty bodies defined every muscle and curve of their gorgeous bodies. Despite all they had suffered at each one's hands, they were still so evenly matched that, it seemed they were stalemated.
Refusing to settle for a draw, Maddie released her grip on Jean's hands reaching for her bikini panties and yanked hard using them as a weapon. White hot screaming pain shot through Jean's body, her eyes bulging with pain, she whimpered.
Maddie was in control now turning Jean around in circles, she struggled to keep from tripping. Her bikini panties stretched so hard they looked like razor wire. The pain was unbearable.
Then she realised how close she was to Maddie's breasts; she opened her mouth and bit down hard. Maddie's turn to scream, releasing her grip on the panties, she started beating on Jean's back and head, but she would not release her chomp. Jean could taste that metallic tang of the bitch's vital fluid as blood was starting to form around the bite.
Maddie punched at Jean's stomach. Jean gasped, finally releasing her bite of the tasty morsel. Maddie pushed with her hands sending Jean stumbling back. Her stretched bikini bottoms started falling down her legs, tripping her over, she stumbled, falling on her back.
Maddie leapt on top of Jean's belly, facing her, pulling her up by the hair launching punch after punch into Jean's face.
Jean's head shot forward, the crown of her head smashing into Maddie's face. Her nose exploded in a spray of blood.
Jean's legs scrambled at Maddie, kicking her and pushing her away.
They both rose, slowly crouching, circling seeking an opening. Their naked sweaty bodies were covered in sand. Their heavy breathing could be heard over the waves crashing on the shore.
Showing their bare teeth, they both grabbed each other's hair. Spinning around, launching punches and kicks up into each other's bodies. In their twisted dance of violence.
Suddenly Maddie reed her grip. Jean stumbled around trying to regain her balance.
Seizing her chance, Maddie jumped on Jean's back, her legs wrapping around her waist and her arms around her throat to choke her out. Jean didn't panic, she reached up and taking a two-handed grasp of Maddie's hair pulled with all her might while bending over. Maddie sailed over her back, somersaulting onto the sand with a yelp. Jean started viciously kneeing at the back of her head. Maddie sent a high kick hitting Jean in the head, a stunned Jean staggered back.
Bending she picked up a handful of sand flinging it at Maddie's face. She followed it up with a kick that spun Maddie around. Jean dove into her, driving her to the ground.
They struggled hands going for throats. Jean's other hand pulled Maddie's hair, trying to twist her head, Maddie clawed at Jean's face. They were pushing each other's heads back. Both women
gasped and cursed as they struggled.
"You bitch!"
Jean felt a searing pain rip through her chest, a pain unlike any she'd ever felt before. The bitch was clawing at her tits! Swearing like a trooper, Jean clamped her hands on Maddie’s orbs in return
and began squeezing. Jean moaned in agony, but through the pain, she was pleased to see that Maddie was also moaning. Jean squeezed even harder in an attempt to mash Maddie's tits and
Maddie returned the favour. Their moans quickly turned into sobs. Jean looked into Maddie's face which had turned beet red, with tears rolling down her cheeks and knew she was looking into a
mirror.
Jean sank her nails into Maddie's breasts and pulled down hard. Four crimson welt lines instantly appeared on each breast, rimmed with beads of blood.
"Fuck!"
Maddie wailed, and then imitated the move, slashing into Jean's breast with her longer and sharper nails. To Jean's horror, several blood-streaked lines marked her once proud breasts.
Blood oozed out of the gashes on each woman's breasts, covering the gouging fingers, which were trying to destroy their enemy's breasts. Nothing existed for either woman except for absorbing and dealing out as much pain as possible.
Their foreheads were now resting against each other as their fingers worked savagely below, continuing to gouge and slash. Jean worked her hands down to Maddie's nipples, where she pulled and twisted in jerky motions. Maddie continued to use her nails like a switchblade, gouging deeper and adding more scratch marks, effectively turning Jean's breasts into a crimson road map.
Jean sobbed bitterly. Her pride and joys were being destroyed. As if chanting a mantra, she sobbed "Oh God, Oh God" as she slashed away at her rival.
With renewed vigour, Maddie worked on Jean's nipples, sinking her nails into the tips.
"I'm gonna shred those tits", Maddie snarled through gritted teeth.
"I'm gonna... "
"Smack!"
Jean's fist smacked into Maddie's right breast flattening it with a wet smacking sound. Then the left breast, she ground her fist into the tit trying to grind it into her ribcage. Then Jean started with the left and right hooks, sending the breasts swinging from side to side, sweat and sand flying off them.
Desperate to escape the pounding destruction of her breasts, Maddie's legs flew around her neck, slamming her to the ground.
Crossing her legs, she tried to crush Jean's windpipe. The muscles on her legs stood out like steel cords as she strained with all her might to mash her foe's throat.
"Fucking kill you...fucking kill you..." she repeated.
"Fuck you!"
Jean's fist slammed hard into Maddie's crotch, smashing into the bone. Maddie gagged at the pain, her eyes looking like they would burst out of her sockets, her legs sprang apart as though
electrocuted.
Jean scrambled to her feet, as Maddie slowly got to her knees holding her battered crotch.
"Did I fuck your twat?" Jean gloated,
Grabbing Maddie's hair, Jean kneed Maddie's breasts, the pliant flesh hammered into pancakes.
"I'm gonna fuck those tits up as well!" Jean crowed.
She was determined to continue the battering. When Jean's knee came in for another strike, Maddie whimpered at the pain, she could feel something rupturing. In the third strike, Maddie put her
arm behind it. Then she stood up still holding the knee in her arms. Jean struggled to balance on one leg.
With a scream of triumph, she threw Jean's leg in the air.
Jean fell, landing on her back with an oomph. She looked up to see Maddie diving on top of her, teeth were bared, and a feral, savage look as her clawed hands reached for her target, Jean's throat.
She landed on Jean's raised knee, smashing into her belly. All she could manage was a weak gasp as the knee churned her innards, and then she bounced off the knee onto her back beside Jean.
Turning Jean launched herself on top of Maddie, her knee slamming into the vulnerable area between Maddie's legs. She screamed until the second knee smashed into her crotch. Then she just sobbed.
But Jean wasn't finished. Her eyes blazed with a dark fury; her thumbs drove into the nipples of her foe drawing blood. Her next knee hit home hard. Maddie's eyes glazed, delirious with pain, she was just babbling now. Jean wasn't done yet, she just carried on inducing paralysing pain.
Again...
...And again...
...And again...
Maddie's body spasmodically jerked with each blow, and now she only moaned, but Jean was not stopping. Like a woman possessed, Jean just kept on. She would not stop until all resistance was
mercilessly pounded out of her foe.
Satisfied her opponent was out of it. She fired two slaps to the face. Forehand, backhand. Maddie wasn't moving much anymore, only breathing in shallow breaths, eyes glazed, drool running out of
her mouth.
Exhausted, Jean raised her victorious, battered and bruised body. The sunlight shone off her naked body. She had won, she had beaten the bitch, she had proven herself the better woman.
Just one more thing...
Grabbing a double handful of hair, Jean dragged the barely conscious body on her back, towards the waiting sea.
"Shit am I that heavy?", Jean thought, but she kept dragging.
Her victim started to stir, but she kept dragging.
Maddie felt the water washing round, she started to panic, weakly thrashing, the waves washing over her face, but Jean kept dragging.
The water was up to Jean's knees now.
As Jean released Maddie's hair, she thought coldly, "This oughta do."
Maddie drifted for a moment; serene, not comprehending what would happen to her. Until Jean pushed her down by the shoulders drowning her in the water. A cascade of bubbles erupted as
Maddie tried to scream, knowing her fate.
"Bye-bye, Maddie," Jean said with finality.
Maddie's arms thrashed uselessly. Her hands reaching for Jean's face, her breasts, anything. Jean would not be stopped; she was going to end the bitch. She did not know whether if you died in
the mindscape, you died in real life. She did not care; this would do for now. If she was honest, she had dreamed of this, she felt the excitement all through her body, her nipples hardening from the
excitement.
Slowly the movements slowed, Maddie's lungs were filling with water, suffocation was taking over. Her vision was getting darker, then black.
Pop!
A solitary bubble burst from Maddie's open mouth and then she was still, Her breasts and hair lazily drifting in the water. She looked at peace.
And then...
...Jean woke up she was back in her bed, Scott's arms around her. Her body was unmarked, intact. The pain had been constant for the last fifteen minutes? Half an hour? Of her life was gone.
"We did good there. We fucked her pretty good! I liked that move with the knee". She heard Dark Phoenix inside her head.
"Did we end her? " Jean asked her darkside.
"I don't know, I can't sense her, you broke the psychic link. Maybe she's laying low, but either way I don't think she's gonna fuck with us for a while...".
"...Now get some sleep, we both need it".
With that, Jean turned over and fell into a deep sleep, at peace for the moment with her dark passenger.
