Delicious... Disturbing, part 11 Author: vangiekitty Disclaimer: Not mine, or they would have a lot more fun! Delicious… Disturbing part11 by vangiekitty CONTINUED From part 10: “Like Hell you don’t!” Logan exploded angrily. “Don’t use that tone with me, Logan.” Jean said coolly, in her new, velvety voice. “Damnit, I’ll use any tone I damn well please, Darlin’.” Logan’s face was still red with anger and frustration. Sexual frustration. The voice in Jean’s head assured her. Really, he looked quite wild. A slow smile curved her lips. Seeing the smile only seemed to add to Logan’s wrath. “First,” he began, ticking the points off on his fingers, “Ya come out here and I can smell myself all over ya. You’ve be rubbing yerself all over with somethin’ o’ mine deliberately, even though ya know what that does ta me! Second, Yer wearin’ that tight little outfit that would do a stripper proud and it doesn’t look like ya got much on under it, either! Third, Ya start rubbin’ yerself up against me like a flamin’ cat in heat ‘till I can’t think straight. What gives, Jeanie? Are ya tryin’ ta make me crazy? Tryin’ ta goad me inta doin’ somethin’ I shouldn’t?” Somehow what he was saying cut through the velvet fog inside her head and Jean regained a sense of herself again. “You’re right, Logan. I’m so sorry, I’m not sure why I’ve been acting this way. I just…feel so strange! I…I did get into your sleeping bag and I rubbed your scent all over me.” She confessed, shamefaced and confused. “But I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear. That is, I don’t think I did. It was like I was having a dream or something. I didn’t even know what I was doing until I heard your voice and it woke me up, I guess. Maybe the professor is right. Maybe my body is taking over. What if my sexual urges are controlling my actions?” She began to cry softly. “I don’t want to be a slut- so why am I acting like one?” Logan softened immediately on seeing Jean’s distress and confusion. “Ya can’t help it, Darlin’.” He said sympathetically. “It’s not yer fault. The professor warned me that somethin’ like this might happen. He tried ta prepare me, but I didn’t want ta hear it.” “Oh?” Jean asked, choking back her sobs. “What did he say?” “Um…” Logan was reluctant. “He said…well…He said that yer need might become so great that ya might unconsciously begin tryin’ ta tempt me ta….well…Take ya by force.” He finished in a very low voice. “What?” Jean was truly shocked. “Why? Why would I do that?” “Cause according to tha professor, if ya could somehow drive me over tha edge and tempt me inta… takin’ ya,” He cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Then yer physical needs would be met at no cost to yer own concience. I told him I’d never, ever do that ta ya, Darlin’. Cause if I did, you’d never forgive me and I could never forgive myself! But he said….um, he said that you could more easily forgive me for takin’ ya against yer will than you could forgive yerself if ya seduced me on purpose.” Logan looked terribly uncomfortable after this long speech. “But Logan, that’s all so ridiculous!” Moaned Jean. “At least up until this morning I would have thought it was. But- just look how I’ve been behaving! I have been trying to push you into some kind of… action, I guess. I don’t know how to apologize enough, but I’m really sorry, Logan. Really, truly sorry. I was just feeling a little strange for a while this morning. But I’m fine now, honestly I am. I promise not to bother you again.” She tried to ignore the velvety throbbing inside her skull. Tried to believe it was possible to go back to normal and keep the promise she’d just made. But somewhere, she seemed to hear that dark voice….laughing. Jean shrugged it away and sighed. “Well.” She said, as lightly as she could. “So the professor warned you this might happen. Did he give you instructions for what to do if it did?” “Jeanie, he did, but you don’t want ta hear ‘em.’ Said Logan earnestly. “Oh yes I do!” she snapped, her temper suddenly flaring. (What was wrong with her? She seemed completely unable to master her emotions today!) “Let it out, Logan. What else did Xavier tell you? What did he tell you to do?” He mumbled something so low that she had to ask him to repeat it. He did, but he couldn’t bear to look at her as he said it. “He….tha professor, well… he advised me ta do it. Ta take ya, I mean.” “What!” Jean couldn’t believe what she was hearing: it was the final betrayal. “Xavier advised you to Rape me?” Logan winced. “Darlin’, please! I would never hurt ya and I told tha professor so. And he didn’t mean it like that, I’m sure. He loves ya, ya know. He just meant I should…force tha issue a little. He said you were getting’, well, careless. He said things could get dangerous if ya were too distracted by yer physical needs ta pay attention to the mission. I’m sorry if I upset ya, Darlin’. Forgive me, please.” Jean shook her head. It was all too much. Especially coming, as it did, from Xavier. How could he advise Logan to rape her? Only Logan said he didn’t say that. What phrase did he use? Not to rape her but just to Force the issue .Whispered the voice in her head. Just think, it continued, insinuating pornographic images into her unwilling brain. Tied up in the tent, hands raised over your head. Your top pushed up and Logan’s mouth on you-sucking until you scream. Skirt torn off, legs spread, finally feeling his tongue inside you. Helpless to do anything about it. Helpless to do anything but enjoy it while he fucks and fucks and fucks…You know you want it! The voice hissed and whispered inside her mind incessantly until Jean shook her head violently and cried, “No!” in a desperate voice. “No.” she repeated in a somewhat calmer tone, trying to control her emotions. Logan looked mystified at her outburst. ”I refuse to accept this whole… situation. It’s too ridiculous and I refuse to consider it any further when we have important work to do.” She clarified, glaring at Logan and daring him to contradict her. “Let’s just forget this whole conversation ever took place and just get to work. Please?” she begged. “Ok, Darlin’. Whatever you say is fine with me. Let’s get ta work then.” “Right.” Jean got up briskly and began gathering the breakfast dishes. “I’ll just do a quick clean-up and we’ll get to it.” She went about the chore with a single minded intensity, determined to shake off the strange thoughts and do her job in a professional manner. Logan watched bemusedly for a moment, then moved to help. But inside her brain, the voice continued to whisper and mutter- urging unspeakable things. ………..to be continued. J vangiekitty