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09 November 2009 @ 07:42 pm
Focusing On Olivia - For Jean and Olivia (surprisingly)  
It was all her fault.

If it hadn't been for her, then he wouldn't have lost that fight. If it hadn't been for her, he could've even beaten Jimmy eventually. If it hadn't been for her, he wouldn't be in such a bad mood right now. Growling, he sent out a mental shout for Jean, wanting not only an audience for his revenge, but also an ally for his potential torture. Besides, he knew the woman would enjoy it.

Is your little room-mate home, Jeannie? I'd like to have a word.

((OOC: Suggested posting order for this - Victor, Jean, Olivia~ ))
Jean Grey: 09 - Phoenix - boredand_intothefire on November 9th, 2009 07:58 pm (UTC)
Jean was away from her room. She had enjoyed being alone, and they put the new girl in with her. The new girl with whining, obnoxious thoughts. God she was annoying. Her mind perked when she felt Victor aiming thoughts toward her, and while she was also incredibly annoyed with him after his reaction to being found in St. Petersburg, she let the thought in.

Jeannie? Really?

She let out a sharp sigh instead of waiting for a response. She moved toward her room, pushing the door open to see the blonde sitting there. With her black eye. How had she missed that black eye before?

Oh, Victor. She projected what she was seeing to him. Is that your lovely handiwork? That was her way of saying, 'yes, she is in our room. Come play'
slightproblem on November 9th, 2009 08:02 pm (UTC)
Olivia glanced up from her book as her roommate came in and she raised an eyebrow before offering her a small smile and going back to her book.

Jean's cold arrogance didn't really bother her. She'd grown up being quiet and out of the way for her parents, and Jean had that same style in so far as Olivia could tell. She was calm, having been doing the breathing exercises Forge showed her, so she felt good.
Victor Creed: Smugwatch_the_nails on November 9th, 2009 08:10 pm (UTC)
So you've seen her, then. She's there.

He smiled wickedly to himself, already sauntering in the direction of the womens' dormitories and not giving a shit as to whether he'd get caught or not; his mutations still hadn't returned yet, but he could still pack one hell of a punch if he wanted to. Olivia's black eye was proof of that. Smirking, he made his way to Jean's room - already knowing which one was hers, seeing as he'd visited it only recently - and pushed open the door, standing in the doorway with a horrible smile on his face, staring right at Olivia as he spoke.

"Remember me, sweetheart?"
Jean Grey: 04 - Phoenix - angryand_intothefire on November 9th, 2009 08:24 pm (UTC)
Jean looked over her shoulder in mock surprise as Victor came in, but couldn't maintain the look for long. It warped into a grin, and Jean tipped the door closed behind Victor. She looked him over and noted that his claws were missing.

Her face shifted to one of concern.

What happened to your claws? She searched his memory and found the night previous, when Olivia sapped his powers from him.

You're an idiot.

There was no fucking WAY Jean wanted to lose her abilities. Especially not since revealing herself to Emma inadvertantly.
slightproblem on November 9th, 2009 08:29 pm (UTC)
Olivia sat straight up the moment Victor entered the room and she stood, her calm breaking a little, that stab of pain behind her eye. She swallowed and managed an angry look.

All she really managed was to look like a kitten with it's fur ruffled.

Looking to Jean, she noted the smile and backed up a step.

"What..." she breathed, before she had the immediate thought of trying to make a break for the door.

Neither of the two people in the room looked friendly to her. She edged around the room, a stormy look crossing her face. "You're not supposed to be in here."
Victor Creed: Contemptwatch_the_nails on November 9th, 2009 08:39 pm (UTC)
I'm not an idiot! I didn't know what she was going to do! He glared at Jean as she sniped at him, perhaps leaving Olivia to wonder what was going on; no words were actually spoken, but it was clear that something was passing between them. If I'd known the bitch was going to sap me, I never would've touched her!

That said, he turned his attentions back to the girl in front of him - the pathetic, weak piece of shit who'd caused all this trouble in the first place. Even now, he felt nothing but contempt for her, sitting there and just waiting to see what her fate would be. He reached out and slammed the door shut behind him, snickering as the girl's eyes widened and backing up against it to make sure she couldn't escape. It was obvious now that the two of them were in this together - that whatever it was they planned to do, it would be two against one.

"I know I'm not supposed to be here, sugar-plum. That's what makes it so much more fun." Snickering, he advanced on her, his fingers already flexing themselves in anticipation even though his claws had gone. It was instinctive. "How about I start teaching you a lesson about how to control those powers of yours? I'll beat it into you if I have to."
Jean Grey: 06 - Phoenix - intriguedand_intothefire on November 9th, 2009 08:55 pm (UTC)
Jean rolled her eyes at his explanation. You think I want her sapping me? Fuck that, Victor.

She watched him advance on Olivia, feeling conflicted. While she really liked the idea of fucking with her, Jean was far too attached to the power her abilities gave her. Without them, she felt like she was nothing. That wasn't a risk she wanted to take.

Then again...

Jean let her mind reach out to Olivia's, pushing past the fear and memories of Victor punching her in the face (which Jean did squirrel away for her own amusement later) to find the fear center of her brain. She forced it down, minimizing what she was feeling until the girl's face relaxed once more. If the power was panic-triggered, no fucking way was Jean allowing this girl one ounce of fear.

"We can't let her freak out, Victor."
slightproblem on November 9th, 2009 09:06 pm (UTC)
Olivia watched the two of them, confused and frightened by their seemingly silent exchange. She backed up a couple of steps immediately as Victor advanced on her, a small noise leaving her. These two knew each other? And well, it seemed, if the look on Jean's face was anything to go by.

She felt her hip hit her bedpost and she reached over to hold onto it, the steadiness comforting. "Don't you touch me. You remember what happened last time...what if it's permanent this time?" She didn't even know yet if it was permanent. She was bluffing, and badly.

She stood there though, and then felt the fear drain away. It wasn't right. She was terrified. Or...

Was she?

Noting her roommate's words, she felt a scowl pull her face. The man standing in front of her was a bully, the woman no better, and this situation was bound to escalate. Reaching over for a lamp, she moved to clock Victor with it, anger present now that the fear was gone. "Get out!
Victor Creed: Frustrationwatch_the_nails on November 9th, 2009 09:22 pm (UTC)
He snarled as the lamp smashed against his temple, pain lancing into his skull as the blow connected; it was only made worse by the knowledge that the damage would take a long time to heal, that the bruise would remain for hours after the throbbing had subsided. Snarling, he lashed out at the girl with his hands, failing to realise for a moment that he had no claws. He'd never get used to that. And as he swiped at her, he threw a mental yell at Jean, knowing she'd be finding the whole thing entertaining, mocking his pain.

You can keep your mouth shut! That fucking HURT!

Since his claw-less slashes had proved ineffective, he took to grabbing at the battered remains of the lamp that she still held in her hands, trying to wrestle it from her grasp, intending to take it an strike her around the face with it instead.

Jean Grey: 06 - Phoenix - intriguedand_intothefire on November 9th, 2009 09:46 pm (UTC)
Jean sat back with her arms crossed over her chest, watching Victor much more out of his element than she'd witnessed him in St. Petersburg. Well, she'd already negated his powers, so it didn't matter if he touched her whether she was freaking out or not. She, however, was not going anywhere near the bitch.

Fuck you, Victor. Oh, no. She's bleeding a little. Quick, search her for trinkets your bitch might like.

A smirk curled Jean's lips and she stared at the scene, letting up on her strangle hold on Olivia's fear, taking a step backward. She forced images into the girl's mind, some of them of the rapes she'd seen in Victor's head. She was still too upset with him to connect him into it, but she saw the look of terror in Olivia's eyes, knew Victor would read that look as well.

"Screw it, let her freak out. I'll be standing over here, though."
slightproblem on November 9th, 2009 11:43 pm (UTC)
Olivia grimaced as the lamp cracked into Victor's skull, feeling a dark thrill of satisfaction at it. She tried to keep ahold of it, but it was almost as if the momentary bravery faded away to be replaced with fear. In her mind, she saw flashes of what he was capable of, things that he'd done, and her eyes flooded with fear again. She raised her arm to protect herself as he struck out at her again before she cast a panicked glance at the door.

She tried to dart past him, past Jean, needing escape. She knew that she was prey. This was instinct.
Victor Creed: Sneerwatch_the_nails on November 10th, 2009 05:29 am (UTC)
Shut your goddamn mouth, whore, or I'll get over there and shut it for you!

He shot another annoyed glance at Jean, bristling at her comments; he didn't need to be reminded of Emma, not now, not when he was trying to have some fun here and forget about her. Not like the blonde telepath wasn't on his mind nearly all the time anyway. He couldn't dispute the fact that he still regarded Emma as 'his', though, even though he couldn't be sure she still wanted him. Maybe, in a way, he was trying to drive her away now...

I don't see YOU getting your hands dirty, what's the matter, you scared she might touch you?

Sneering, his arms darted out to grab at Olivia as she tried to run past, years of combat experience and hard manual labour meaning that his grip was still strong even without his mutations. It didn't matter if he touched her again, it wasn't as if she could leech away what he'd already lost. Sinking his fingers into her arm, he yanked her towards him with a hiss, the look on his face bitter and hateful.
Jean Grey: 04 - Phoenix - angryand_intothefire on November 10th, 2009 06:00 am (UTC)
You're pushing your fucking luck, Victor.

Jean's voice was none too thrilled inside his mind, and she returned his glance with a steely glare.

Yes, I'm going to open myself up by letting her touch me. Had I known what she could do I wouldn't be sharing a goddamned room with her! She nearly shouted it into his mind.

She was being sloppy with the girl's mind. Jean refocused, feeding the girl calming thoughts. She wanted to get closer, see Victor's rage and violence up close, but she wasn't going to risk it. Her eyes closed, and she looked through the girl's memories, seeing what had triggered her mutation to activate. Fear, panic, and anger. Well, shit.

Jean sighed, stepping forward tentatively. She stared at the girl, trying to figure out where to take her mind that she wouldn't react in a way that would trigger her mutation. She opened the link between her mind and Olivia's to Victor, pressing the thoughts into his mind.

Do you want her scared of you, or do you simply want to beat the fuck out of her?
slightproblem on November 10th, 2009 08:29 am (UTC)
Olivia struggled as Victor grabbed her, entirely unaware of the psychic battle happening at the moment. She stumbled towards Victor, a sound of true fear escaping her lips. She felt the pain spike in her head, that nauseating disorientation as her power flared.

Unfortunately, it didn't do her a damned lick of good.

"Let me go, you son of a bitch!" she spat, trying to kick him, hit him, knee him, anything. His hands on her, after the visions Jean had shared with her, made her panic spike even more.

A moment later, though, she felt herself grow calmer and she shot Jean an incredulous look. "What in the hell are you doing to me?"
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Lying Grinwatch_the_nails on November 10th, 2009 06:21 pm (UTC)
"Oh, look, maybe it's not as stupid as we thought, after all! She's noticed you're up to something, Jeannie."

Victor laughed as he spoke out loud, amused that the girl had finally realised to some extent what was happening. In a way, he wanted her to know what was being done to her, because then she'd fear him and Jean even more, and he couldn't deny that he'd enjoy that. He sneered horribly as Olivia squirmed under his grip, wincing slightly as she caught him in the shins with a well-aimed kick, but refusing to relinquish his hold on her as he shoved her back agaist the wall with one hand; in the other, he held the battered lamp that she'd struck him with, raising it above his head to bring it down against her skull.
Jean Grey: 15 - Phoenix - Grinand_intothefire on November 10th, 2009 06:45 pm (UTC)
Jean raised a brow, unimpressed that the girl figured her out. She wasn't on her game herself. Fear wasn't an emotion that Jean enjoyed feeling, and she was afraid to go too close to Olivia.

Then again, the challenge of the girl figuring out her game was there. She was aware now. That would make it so much worse for her. A grin crawled over her mouth, and she watched Creed crack the lamp against her skull.

Jean rifled through the woman's memories with no real care for what she was unearthing, looking, looking, looking. There, she found it. A picture of the girl's parents, family. Jean put the pictures together into something that moved, a mental stream she fed back to Olivia. These were techniques she'd mastered by seventeen, but they hadn't lost their fun. She shared the picture with Victor.

Olivia was standing in one place, paralyzed against what she was witnessing. There was Victor, present in the girl's forced nightmare, claws in tact, slashing at her parents, paying special attention to her mother. Jean took an anxious step forward, wanting to get her hands on the girl. "Keep that mutation in check and I'll make the pictures go away," she cooed, her voice menacing.
slightproblem on November 10th, 2009 07:40 pm (UTC)
Olivia flushed in anger and fear as Victor sneered at her and she ran her nails over his arm, trying to get free. Her back slammed against the wall and she felt the air go rushing out of her. She hardly had anytime to react as the lamp cracked against her skull and she felt her knees go weak. Slumping against the wall, she reached up and held her head, groaning for a moment before the images started.

They were horrifying. She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as her head screamed with pain and with the images. Her fear swelled and she leaned back against the wall, unable to defend herself against the images or the pain. Tears streamed down her face as she breathed hard, trying to force herself under control.

It was like an off switch. Panic made her power turn on, but also apparently turn off. She felt the drain as she tried to control it. "Please, just...just stop. I can't feel it anymore..." she breathed, her hand raising to clutch where she'd been hit, feeling the wet warmth of blood running down her face.
Victor Creed: The Lookwatch_the_nails on November 10th, 2009 08:08 pm (UTC)
He closed his eyes and gave an audible purr as Jean shared the images with him, a thrill running up his spine as he watched himself taking Olivia's mother, his claws digging into her soft flesh as he moved desperately, urgently against the woman; he couldn't help but allow a glimpse into his own mind at that moment, a fantasy of himself claiming Olivia in the same way, pushing her down onto the bed and silencing her screams with his fingers around her throat - and all the while, Jean would be watching, sharing in his pleasure, spurring him on.

His eyes flickered open then, and he fixed Olivia with a wicked gaze, wondering if she'd shared in his fantasies, lust smouldering in his eyes as well as anger. The cloying scent of her blood filled his nostrils and he gave a snarl, the smell exciting and exhilirating him, making him wish he had his claws, so he could make her bleed some more.

"I haven't even started yet, you little bitch," he sneered, letting go of the lamp and allowing it to drop to the floor; all of his anger was building up to a horrific crescendo, his frustration of the past few days having collected and festered, his annoyance at Olivia's meek attitude mingling with his hurt at Emma's rejection. It probably wasn't a coincidence that Olivia happened to be blonde, too.
Jean Grey: 04 - Phoenix - angryand_intothefire on November 10th, 2009 08:34 pm (UTC)
Jean smirked at Victor's thoughts about taking Olivia, shaking her head slightly. She kept her snide remarks to herself though, because finally, things were getting interesting. She felt it happen inside Olivia's mind, that overload of thought when her powers failed her. Jean grinned, moving in a few more steps but keeping her distance from the nullifier.

She intensified the mental images, adding more violence to the already graphic display. While she pounded Olivia with those, she continued rooting until she unearthed Olivia's greatest fear.

She's terrified of suffocation, pet. Her hand reached out and scratched at Victor's shoulder playfully. I'll hold her nose and mouth while you choke her, if you want.
slightproblem on November 10th, 2009 08:50 pm (UTC)
Olivia felt sick at the images she was bombarded with. The mental rape was as bad as the violence and she drew in on herself, praying silently that this would be over soon or that they would just kill her. Maybe someone would come and stop them. Surely someone here could sense what was happening.

There as time to stop this before it got too serious. Opening her mouth as if to scream, she instead just made a choked sound as the images flooded her mind and her eyes closed again. It was too much. She couldn't fight the mental intrusion.

Despite the pounding in her head, the nausea rolling in her gut, she thrashed against Victor, struggling against both the physical and the mental. She had to get away.
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Predatorywatch_the_nails on November 10th, 2009 10:01 pm (UTC)
I'm on it, Jeannie.

Smirking, he closed his fingers more tightly around her throat, purring and snarling as she thrashed and fought against him, her resistance only exciting him more; he pressed himself against her just as he had with the girl in the alleyway, making sure she could feel his hardness against her thigh, his arousal growing with every whimper and twist of her body.

"You want that, you little whore? You want to feel me inside you?" He leaned into her and sneered, his breath warm against her cheek, the terror in his eyes making his pleasure spike and soar. "You wanted my claws badly enough, didn't you? Don't tell me you don't want the rest of me, too."
Jean Grey: 07 - Phoenix - desireand_intothefire on November 10th, 2009 11:22 pm (UTC)
Jean watched Victor as he pressed himself against Olivia, feeling her own arousal spike. She slid in behind Olivia, testing the waters by barely touching a finger to her cheek. When Jean was still maintaining the barrage of mental images and her link with Victor, she grinned to herself, dropping to her knees and pressing her hand over her nose and mouth.

Her breathing rolled to a steady pant and she stared at Victor, giving him an encouraging smile. She lifted Olivia's upper body and slid her knees beneath her shoulders, the woman's head pressing into Jean's abdomen with added pressure from Victors hands grasped tightly around her throat. Jean leaned and stared at Victor from a few inches away, reveling in feeling Olivia twist and buck against her frame.

Are we going to kill her? Jean wanted the answer to be yes, but knew it would raise far too many questions.
slightproblem on November 10th, 2009 11:55 pm (UTC)
Olivia's heart rate spiked, thundering in her chest as Victor's large hands curled around her throat tighter. She could feel his blunt nails dig into her skin, his thumbs at her pulse points, stemming the thundering flow of her blood. She reached up with her hands to try to pry his off of her, her own nails digging into the skin of his arms as she choked. Her eyes wide, she whimpered as he pressed against her, her eyes shining with panic and tears.

This? This was her worst nightmare come to life. She thrashed harder as Jean's hands closed over her mouth and nose. Fight or flight instinct as kicking in hard, and since she couldn't get away, it was fight. Screaming against Jean's hand finally, she arched hard against both of them, her ability still not kicking in again.

Her blue eyes swam with tears, pleading, even as she felt herself weaken from lack of oxygen.
Victor Creed: Pissedwatch_the_nails on November 11th, 2009 05:44 am (UTC)
You know I want to.

His own heart rate had soared with exhiliration, the girl's thrashing and struggling filling his mind with images of what he wanted to do to her - only, every now and again, Olivia's face was replaced with that of another blonde, another woman with whom he was incredibly angry and upset with. He knew he could never harm Emma like this, the telepath was too mentally strong for him to be able to subdue her, but with Olivia, he could take out his frustrations and his his anger without having to worry about whether she could fight back. He didn't even fully understand why he was enjoying tormenting the girl so much, but it was making him feel better, and that was what counted.

Don't let her black out. I want her to know what we're doing to her.

He gave the equivalent of a mental purr as more ideas filled his thoughts, his claws tearing open Olivia's shirt - if he'd had them - and making her breasts spill from her bra, ripping away her clothes from her lower body, forcing himself on her as she cried and begged and gasped. Just like he wanted Emma to do, that bitch.
Jean Grey: 04 - Phoenix - angryand_intothefire on November 11th, 2009 06:08 am (UTC)
Jean pulled her hands away, sliding out from behind Olivia. She'd been picking up everything Victor was thinking, and still had him linked to the girl, but had silenced her ideas from flowing.

Even Victor deserved a little surprise.

Hold her down for me, baby

Jean focused hard, taking deep breaths as she readied herself, using her telekinesis at a level she hadn't used it at in awhile. A level of detail and precision. Plus translating tactile sensation to both herself and Victor. It was a lot of concentration. She tore away Olivia's clothing with a quick flick of her wrist, more for Victor's visual than her own. She turned her gaze to the feral, grinning evilly. Her eyes closed and she focused a touch on Olivia's thigh, her hand guiding the motion upward.

When Jean heard the pained gasp, her eyes flared open, and she stared at Victor.
slightproblem on November 11th, 2009 06:19 am (UTC)
Olivia's breath came a little easier, though the choking hurt as much as it had, her gaze swimming with red as she continued to try to claw her way free from Victor and Jean's grasps. Her heart thudded in fear and she kicked, but it as ineffectual. She was well and truly trapped, just unwilling to accept it.

As Jean pulled away, she made a choked noise, trying to catch more breath. "Please...stop...please." she begged, her voice coming out as a croak, tears spilling down the sides of her face. What she'd done to deserve this, she didn't know.

She made a low noise of fear as she felt her clothing be torn away, shock and disbelief replacing a portion of her fear. What...Oh God...

As soon as the touch ghosted up her inner thigh and moved to between her legs, she cried out, twisting her hips to try to get away from the painful phantom touch. This can't be happening...this can't be happening...God please help me.
Victor Creed: What?watch_the_nails on November 11th, 2009 06:40 am (UTC)
There was shock and disbelief on Victor's face as Jean began her attack, but he couldn't deny he was enjoying it; in his mind, in his fantasy, he'd been the one violating the girl while she'd watched, but now? Now, Jean was the one assaulting her while he stood back, still in physical contact with their victim, but not the one making the more intimate advances on her. He never thought he'd find someone else who enjoyed causing pain and suffering as much as he did, let alone a woman. The raw, vicious power of her sexuality almost intimidated him, and he loved it.

Jeannie... God, that's... are you really doing that?

He loosened his grip around Olivia's throat just enough for her to be able to breathe, to make sure she stayed conscious and to enable him to hear her gasps and pleas of protest. This was what he wanted. This was the kind of thing he'd always dreamed about doing... even if there was a part of him that wished Emma was here to share it with him. No, she'd never go for this, she'd get bored halfway through... wouldn't she? Maybe he should ask her. Even as he stared at the girl's thigh, watching her reaction to Jean's touch, he couldn't help but wonder.
Jean Grey: 07 - Phoenix - desireand_intothefire on November 11th, 2009 06:48 am (UTC)
Jean's jaw twitched at Victor's voice in her head, then snapped shut when his mind started trailing to Emma again. That was growing old. Very quickly. She glared at him for a moment.

Either you're here, in the moment, with me, or you don't get to play with me anymore.

The rasping whines coming from Olivia spurred her, the touch coming rougher, thicker, faster. The sensation relaying back to her was focused between her thighs, and she writhed against it. Jean sat back onto her own bed, one arm going behind her to support her body while the other hand continued to direct the rape of Olivia as if it were a symphony. Jean's head dropped back as her hips twisted and bucked, letting out a moan and a laugh.
slightproblem on November 11th, 2009 07:07 am (UTC)
Olivia gasped in a few desperate breaths as Victor released his literal stranglehold, though his hands were still wrapped around her throat, holding her in place. She whimpered and thrashed against Victor's hands, her body aching at the invasion. It felt as real as flesh and she closed her eyes, crying out in pain, sickened by Jean's moans and laughter.

"Please stop, please...please..." she whined, twisting her hips away in instinct, though there was nothing she could do. There was a sharp pain behind her eye, different from the dull ache of her concussion, and she felt her powers flare back to her skin.
Victor Creed: Is That So?watch_the_nails on November 11th, 2009 06:44 pm (UTC)
Fuck you, you wouldn't even be playing here if it weren't for me.

Even as he mentally snarled at Jean, though, she would have been able to feel the fascination and arousal mingling within his brain, the way his eyes followed her hands as she toyed and played with Olivia, soft and sibilant purrs escaping his throat as one of his own hands strayed from the girl's neck to make its way down towards his groin. He touched at himself through his trousers, the pained sounds coming from Olivia making him smirk and hiss; he felt the now-familiar ache of his powers being drained by her, but since he didn't have them at that moment anyway, it didn't make a damn bit of difference.

"How does that feel, huh?" he sneered, a thrill dancing up his spine with every jolt of her body, every thrust that Jean directed. He and Jean were becoming a formidable pair, encouraging each other into acts of depravity which only seemed to be getting worse. "You ever fucked anyone before? Or is she your first?"
Jean Grey: 07 - Phoenix - desireand_intothefire on November 11th, 2009 07:00 pm (UTC)
Jean's mind felt the rush of thought and a bit of relief from Olivia, knowing something had snapped on. She felt defended again. She slid back from the girl, maintaining a safe distance to keep from touching her. If she lost her abilities right now, she would end up getting violent.

I'd be playing whether or not you were here, Victor. You're just an added bonus. Jean shot him a grin before her hips twisted again. Her mind reached out another two threads; one angled at Olivia's pleasure center to stimulate it, the other adding to the link with Victor to add the sensation she was getting from the telekinetic touch inside Olivia, focusing that sensation on his groin.

At the first hint of a moan from Olivia, Jean was spurred on further, determined that she was going to maintain the horrible spray of mental images driving Olivia's fear and make her come at the same time. Plus, she had herself to worry about too, didn't she? Her arm dropped out behind her and her back arched off the bed, her mind doubling the telekinetic focus on Olivia.
slightproblem on November 11th, 2009 07:36 pm (UTC)
Olivia whined under her breath at the invasive touch, crying out as Jean increased the pressure, the pain. Her mind blanked at it, though, the only information coming in the sensations and images Jean wanted. She sobbed and cried, her struggles becoming more exhausted.

As soon as the pleasure filtered in, though, Olivia's attempts to get away doubled and she almost screamed. It was sickening, the images feeding into her, the pleasure moving through her. She felt her back arch, her struggles becoming less as her body reacted for itself, betraying the mind locked within.

A flush and a sweat broke out over Olivia's skin and she breathed harder before a helpless moan spilled from her lips, her twisting becoming writhing, her mind pulling in on itself as she tried to block the images coming in, tried not to associate them with the pleasure she felt.
Victor Creed: Nigeria Grinwatch_the_nails on November 11th, 2009 07:55 pm (UTC)
He'd been hard already by the time they'd moved her to the bed, but Jean's mental touch made him gasp and groan as his pleasure heightened further, his fingers almost gripping at himself through the material of his combat fatigues; he'd experienced pleasure through telepathy before, but he'd never been involved in a connection like this, Olivia's forced enjoyment filtering into the sick satisfaction of his own mind. His other hand continued to squeeze at the girl's neck, even as she cried out in pain and ecstasy, thrashing against her own desire. Even when he took women by force, they didn't react like this - why should they? He savoured their torment, and he didn't care whether they enjoyed themselves or not. If anything, he preferred it when they wept. But to see this, to be able to watch Jean excite Olivia to the point of orgasm, it was something else entirely.

Come on, Jeannie, if that's the way you want to play.
Jean Grey: 03 - Phoenix - seduceand_intothefire on November 11th, 2009 08:06 pm (UTC)
Jean writhed as the feeling of pleasure pulsing between her legs got stronger and stronger in relation to how forceful she was with her mental touch on Olivia. Her hand dropped away as she became more concentrated and didn't need the direction of her fingers to maintain the contact. Instead, her hand snaked between her stomach and her pants, her fingers finding that nub and rubbing small circles over it.

She focused harder on Olivia, the thread in her pleasure center being tugged while the touch that violated her became more intense, more insistent. She amped up the thread to Victor, adding in what she was feeling to him and cycling back what he was feeling, adding it into the intensity between her thighs.

Puppets, meet puppet master.

Imagine how she'll feel next time she fucks, pet.

Jean's hips bucked and arced, and she listened to the plaintive moans coming from Olivia. The girl would crash over as Jean did, whether she wanted to or not.
slightproblem on November 11th, 2009 08:33 pm (UTC)
Olivia was lost within herself, her mind shutting down, her power with it. She barely reacted to the images anymore, her eyelids fluttering as she moaned. She bucked her hips upwards, her body taking over as she cried out at the pain. The pleasure, though, built like an inexorable wave threatening to crash.

She arched upward, struggling against Victor again as she cried out, her pleasure cresting as tears slid free from the corners of her eyes. Her hands slid down, digging in beneath her, and she collapsed back, wanting nothing more than to curl in on herself.
Victor Creed: Smugwatch_the_nails on November 12th, 2009 06:04 am (UTC)
Victor could see exactly what Jean had done, and it was exquisite; he didn't know exactly how much sexual experience Olivia had had, but from her meek attitude, he was willing to guess it hadn't been very much. Now, whenever the girl was in a sexual situation, she wouldn't be able to help but associate her pleasure with her greatest fear. Jean was a goddamn genius.

He could feel his own pleasure working its way around his body, a shiver running up his spine, that unmistakeable warmth spreading from his crotch up to his chest and making him tremble a little as he watched Olivia's reluctant climax. He could feel Jean's pleasure too, almost smell it - if he'd had his full feral senses, she would have been irresistible to him, that female muskiness always sending him over the edge.

He could barely believe that he was watching this, his hands falling away from Olivia's throat as she finished her peak, a wicked smile on his face as he turned to look at Jean. Emma had watched Rictor and Martini together, at least in her mind; if that was the case, then why shouldn't he be allowed to watch Jean in the same way?
Jean Grey: 10 - Phoenix - dominantand_intothefire on November 12th, 2009 06:11 am (UTC)
Jean twisted and writhed on the mattress, her fingers moving more quickly against her clit. She could feel Olivia getting closer, could see Victor watching her, and all of it sped her along. The explosion ran up her spine and she cried out, her fingers moving furiously before stopping altogether, her hips bucking in little short jerks. She felt Olivia release at the same time, and she couldn't help but grin.

Withdrawing her hand from her sex, she pushed up onto her elbows, her eyes locking on Victor.

Just you left to go. She focused in on him, tweaking his pleasure centers ever so slightly and smirking. She let up on the barrage of images into Olivia's mind, letting the girl get some recovery before Jean went in and wiped her like an Etch-a-Sketch.
slightproblem on November 12th, 2009 06:22 am (UTC)
Olivia felt her body betray her, crashing over that edge of pleasure, her form shuddering before she lay there panting, the images stopping, her mind blanking.

Immediately in control of herself again, she curled up into a ball, sobbing softly. Her body was alive with pain again, the last shocks of pleasure moving through her, causing her to shiver.

She ignored Jean and Victor, too lost in her own shock to do anything but lie there, broken.
Victor Creed: Nigeria Grinwatch_the_nails on November 12th, 2009 06:15 pm (UTC)
Grinning to himself, he moved away from Olivia's panting form and rested back on his knees, one hand sliding down the front of his trousers as Jean's subtle manipulation of his mind edged him ever-closer to his own climax; closing his fingers around himself, he barely even had to touch at his length to send shivers of pleasure coursing through his own body, Jean's enjoyment linking into his own, making him purr and moan as he neared his own peak. He glanced over at Olivia before turning his gaze back to Jean; even without his heightened senses, he could smell the scent of her excitement, her sated arousal, and it only spurred him on.

Leaning back he groaned softly, so near now, his fingers working at himself furiously, eagerly; closing his eyes, he allowed a myriad of mental images to chase through his brain - taking Olivia as Jean watched, claiming Jean as his own as Olivia was forced to help, Jean on her knees in front of him, touching him... and Emma. Emma on all fours, turning back to look at him with a wicked grin on her face, the feel of his clawed hands against her buttocks as he took her, hard and fast.

That was the memory that he held as he reached his orgasm, moaning and shuddering, the blonde telepath crying out his name as he called hers in return.

Edited at 2009-11-12 06:16 pm (UTC)
Jean Grey: 04 - Phoenix - angryand_intothefire on November 12th, 2009 08:21 pm (UTC)
Rethreading due to excessive smooshing
Her mind focused hard on Victor, picking up everything that was going through his mind as his hand worked inside his pants. She grinned at him, almost moving to close the space between them when he did it again.

Jean's lip curled into a snarl and she let out a disgusted, short laugh, turning her attention away from him. He was losing her interest each time he lost focus and started thinking about Emma. It really wasn't jealousy on Jean's part; she could care less if he wanted Emma more, or loved Emma, or whatever the fuck it was between them. It was more a matter of not enjoying having her mind invaded by Victor's weakness.

She wasn't even looking at him as he hit his peak.

She pulled her mind away from his, but didn't close off. She had too much work to do with Olivia. She sat up on the bed, leaning her elbows into her knees and resting her chin in her palms, staring at the girl like she was gift wrapped and Jean was trying to guess what was inside. She began picking through her memories slowly, Jean's eyes closing against the deep concentration it was taking for her to begin shifting the memories. She suppressed some of Olivia's more active brain, putting her into a slight doze.

It didn't really matter anyway; the girl was near catatonic as it was.
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Gloatingwatch_the_nails on November 12th, 2009 08:27 pm (UTC)
Re: Rethreading due to excessive smooshing
He was so lost in his pleasure that he didn't even notice Jean pull away, both mentally and physically, concentrating instead on wiping himself off on his trousers, cleaning his sticky fingers on the bedsheets as he shivered and sighed, regaining his breath. He grinned over at Jean as she worked on Olivia, his own mind drowsy and satisfied, at least for now - he always recovered fast, that was a gift that came with his regeneration.

"What're you gonna do now, Jeannie?"

His voice was almost a purr, his curiosity quite genuine; he knew to some extent just what a telepath could do, but he couldn't work out what Jean was up to right now.
Jean Grey: 10 - Phoenix - dominantand_intothefire on November 12th, 2009 08:53 pm (UTC)
Jean's eyes were closed, so she missed the grin, but felt his attention on her again. She was working quickly but trying to make sure she was thorough, removing every single moment of Jean from the blonde's memory of the past hour, but leaving some faded ones of Victor. Ones that would come back and haunt her while she slept.

She also reached out and tapped into the simple, human minds of the MP's that were stationed in the compound. There was one she'd touched on a couple times, the one that guarded the garage. She slipped into his, quickly implanting the overwhelming desire to confess to the rape and assault of Olivia.

Victor's voice invaded her concentration, and she twitched her finger. That twitch was a full force, knocking him sideways bitchslap to Victor. "No talking. Fixing her."