Chapter 2: Scotty Summers

For now though, Xavier had to speak with Scotty alone. Or as she was called by many, Cyclops. The red visor covering her eyes at all times is a nice little relief, if Xavier is being honest. The power of Scotty's eye beams was always dangerous, though not on the same levels as some of the other uncontrollable mutant powers that the Professor had come across in his lifetime. Still, knowing that her power was contained, both physically and mentally… Yes, Scotty was as much his creature as Jean was, as any of the mutants in HIS academy were. Charles would not have let them remain if he could not control them. And unlike with Jean, Scotty had no way of protecting herself from him, no way of even knowing that he'd spent much of her teenage and adult life molding her into what she was now. A buxom, beautiful young woman with short, cropped brown hair that spoke to her more butch personality, but tits and hips and an ass that screamed feminine. Scotty preferred sports, she preferred masculine pursuits… but she would always be Charles' girl, in the end. "What… what's this about, Professor?" Charles lifts a brow at that, even as Scotty sits in the chair across from him and fidgets slightly. "I think you know my dear. I think you know." That gets a flush from the brunette. "L-Look, if this is about Wolverine, I-…" "Scotty. You would do well to call her by her name. Yes, this is about your most recent altercation with Jane. You know she's doing her best, don't you my dear? And yet, you won't give her even a little break." Scotty scowls at that, though her gaze is averted, showing that she's ashamed to have disappointed him, to have disappointed the Professor that her entire life essentially resolved around. "She doesn't even like to be called by her name Professor… and I wouldn't have to step in if she'd just stop sniffing around Jean! She's like a bitch in heat, I sw-!" "Scotty! Language." The brunette immediately clams up, now completely red at her mistake. Ah, but then Jane always did bring out the worse in her. Scotty couldn't help but snoop down to the crass young woman's level when they got into it. Of course, that was all by Charles' design, at the end of the day. Nothing happened in his academy without his knowledge and approval. While he didn't control each and every mutant at all times of every day, he definitely guided them down the roads he wanted them to take. Scotty and Jane fighting over Jean was just another of those roads, and it would eventually culminate in a delicious foursome with him at the center. That would be quite fun. But for now… for now there was only response to Scotty's slip up. "Ms. Summers, come here." Even though she's a woman grown, with a woman's body to match, Scotty is all hunched shoulders and saddened face as she stands from her chair and circles Charles' desk. Charles pushes his wheelchair back, and Scotty places her palms down on his desk, jutting her ass out in his direction, clad on those tight blue jeans she so loved to wear. Charles' hand comes down on her bottom quite roughly, and Scotty gasps as she counts out. "A-Ah, one s-sir!" Smack! "T-Two sir!" Smack! "Three… sir!" By the time he's done with her, Scotty is squeaking each number out, and trembling before him. It's at that point that Charles gives the girl a little mental push. She blushes as she does it, but she does it anyways. And the best part is, she thinks it's her idea as she unbuttons and unzips her jeans, pulling both them and her panties down to her knees. "P-Please sir… I need…" "Oh, very well Ms. Summers. Come sit on your dear Professor's lap." She squirms as she does so, but Scotty is as ready for him as ever. Her anus is, anyways. Charles grins as the brunette mutant sinks down onto his cock, his member filling her back door easily and fully within moments. With Scotty, he'd made quite the stuck up little bitch. At least to those she deemed uncouth, crass, and altogether offensive. She was his silly no-nonsense rule-following girl, even now that she was a woman grown. And just as it had been when she was a teenager, the stickup Scotty Summers' ass… was HIS cock. As she squirms in his lap and gets comfortable, Charles rolls himself forward again, until Scotty is basically trapped between the desk and his lap, even as his cock impaled her back door. At the same time, his hands are all over her. Of course they are, he has a gorgeous, athletic young woman in his lap, he's not just going to ignore her body. One hand falls between her legs and begins to play with and caress her clit and pussy lips as she moans and gasps at the attention. The other grabs at her chest a lot more roughly, groping and kneading her tit flesh. "What do you say, Ms. Summers?" "T-Thank you Professor. Thank you for h-humoring your slutty l-little anal whore…" Hearing those words come from the brunette who tried so hard to stay on the straight and narrow was always so gratifying. Of course, with Charles' powers he could have turned Scotty into the sort of woman who would always say those kind of things. But that was pointless. Worthless, really. He already had crass, dirty-talking sluts aplenty. Scotty meanwhile, was a Good Girl. She was the girl next door, and she only ever degraded and humiliated herself when he demanded it of her. That was what made it special. That was what made it so enjoyable. Starting slow, Charles begins to hump upwards into Scotty's ass from below, causing the female mutant to yelp and then moan as he fingers her wet pussy at the exact same time. The Professor might have moved around in a wheelchair, but he was most certainly not handicapped. It allowed him to move in all the right ways though. It caused people to continuously underestimate him. Even those who knew he was one of the most powerful telepaths in the world felt either pity or distaste over his perceived weakness, so long as he sat in that chair. But his girls, Scotty included… they knew the truth. As such, the short-haired brunette is in no way surprised when he begins to fuck her ass from below. She's definitely turned on though, judging by the way her pussy juices gush across his fingers. "S-Sir…" "Ms. Summers. I hope now that you've got what you wanted with your earlier outburst, you can speak a bit more calmly. Surely you understand that Ms. Howlett, that Jane has been through quite a lot. Yes?" Scotty flushes at the insinuation that she'd only been so crude because she was hoping the Professor would spank her and then fill her needy anus with his big fat dick. She hangs her head in shame and nods even as she mewls from the anal pleasure he's pushing onto her. "Y-Yes, Professor…" "Good. You shouldn't be pushing away your fellow mutants, Ms. Summers. Scotty… listen to me. Jane doesn't deserve your contempt or your dislike. She needs your empathy, your friendship. Understood?" "Yesss, Professor, oo-ooh f-fuck…" She tries to keep it quiet, but given his fingers are in his cunt as his thumb frigs at her clit, Xavier knows the moment that Scotty climaxes from the deep, penetrating anal plundering that she's receiving. Smiling, Charles abruptly stands up. Scotty ends up pressed face down onto the desk for a moment, but Charles is already pulling out of her. "On your back, slut." His words cut through the air like a knife through butter, and Scotty hurries to obey. She's blushing up a storm and looking away as she does so, but she hops her freshly fucked ass up onto his desk nonetheless, laying back and spreading her legs as wide as she can before him. With her jeans and her panties still around her knees, this results more in her going bow-legged than anything else. Charles doesn't mind that. No, he doesn't mind that one bit. Reaching out, he tugs up her tee next, and then her bra for good measure. Revealing her bountiful breasts to the world, the Professor gropes Scotty's chest with one hand, while guiding his cock to her pussy lips with the other. "Time for your reward now, Ms. Summers. Of course, if you disobey me again on this, your punishment will be twice as hard." He doesn't bother letting her respond to that. Instead he thrusts into her, and the short-haired brunette cries out as he fills her with his cock. Charles wastes no time in giving it to the female mutant slut he has wrapped around his finger in every possible way. Scotty Summer's tight body is absolutely delicious, and he enjoys fucking her now just as much as he's enjoyed fucking her every single time in the past. Of course, just like in the past, Charles dislikes keeping things completely physical. Instead, he reaches out with his mind as he thrusts forward into Scotty's cunt, making his entire desk rock with every pistoning motion of his prick. He reaches out, and he grabs Scotty's very being in a metaphysical fist. Of course, by this point everything that makes Scotty Summers who she is… is also his. Her mind and her soul respond to his touch happily, enjoying being held so harshly, so roughly. The way he's crushing her with his telepathy would be an attack under most circumstances, but not only has Xavier shaped Scotty into exactly what he wants her to be on the outside… he's made her into something he likes to call a mental masochistic on the inside. It's not long before Scotty is very nearly foaming at the mouth. Her eyes cross at first, and then they roll back in her head as she grits her teeth together and begins to seize up dramatically. Her inner walls clench and squeeze down around his thrusting cock, but it's not merely his member pushing in and out of her that's doing this. Nor would his hand on her tit have anything near this effect. No, it's the mental attack he's carrying out on her mind that's leaving the conditioned Scotty Summers a complete and utter, fucked silly mess. And its so easy to do as well. So easy to break her, remake her, and break her again. In that moment, one might say Charles flips a switch inside Ms. Summers mind. But only someone completely ignorant of the complexity of what he was doing to poor Scotty would actually try to argue that. It's so much more than flicking a switch. Each time, he fully and utterly changes Scotty over from Good Girl, from Straight-and-Narrow to absolute horny slut, to mind broken little whore. And now, as he cums inside of her because her cunt walls are like a pleasurable vice grip around his cock, Charles gets to enjoy the fruits of his labor. Scotty slips off of his desk and falls to her knees before him, eagerly and happily slurping at his dick the moment it falls out of her cum-stuffed pussy. She licks, and she laps at his member, staring up at him with slightly crazed eyes. And Charles makes use of that insanity. He uses this version of Scotty for his own pleasure as well, eventually just grabbing a fistful of her short hair and forcing his cock down her willing, needy throat. He paints her face white and then fucks her up against the massive window that overlooks the academy's courtyard. Any passing mutant could look up and see her getting fucked against the glass… and some do at that, some see her, and Charles feels their minds as they envy Scotty, as they feel pangs of jealousy that SHE would have his favor and not THEM in that moment. This is the world that Charles Xavier has created for himself. This is the world where he reigns supreme. And once he's done with Scotty Summers, he fixes her mind, repairs her personality, and redresses her body. She keeps the cum on her face though, wearing it as a badge of honor as he settles back into his wheelchair and she stands on the other side of his desk, flushed and smiling. "You will… you will talk to Wolverine too though, right Professor? I um… it's just…" "Not to worry, Scotty. I'll be having a chat with Jane about HER behavior later this evening." And that he would. He and Jane would have some fun as well, and then they would all be primed for the foursome he ultimately had planned. Though maybe he'd leave Jean out of it for the time being. Start with just Scotty and Jane… it was a possibility, and one that had potential at that. "You can leave now, Ms. Summers. Have a good day." "Y-You too, Professor!" And then she's gone, and Xavier is left to his thoughts as he contemplates his next move and how best to advance his debauched, perverse plans for his lovely toys.