Kitty Pryde, Pete Wisdom, and Excalibur and all characters therein are trademarks of Marvel Comics. This story is an unauthorised work done purely for my personal enjoyment, and is not intended to infringe on any of their rights in or their profits from these characters. But this story is copy write to me.

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Please note : There is explicit sex in this section. If you are offended by such material, or are not of a legal age to read such material, please do not go any further!

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Arrested Developments - part 3

Pete stared at her, as he struggled to get his breath back. Kitty might not have had any experience with oral sex before he taught her, but she'd rapidly become very, very good at it. He figured it must be part of her insistence on being as good as she could at everything she did, as she was at computing and fighting and ...... well, everything. "So, what happens now, copper?"

Kitty grinned at him, and began to untie him. "Well, I guess you'd better be presentable when my backup arrives. After all, you're an infamous wanted man, and the TV cameras might be here! Of course, it's a big risk untying you, after all, you are a dangerous man. What might happen if you were to break free and overpower ...... hey, what are you doing?? Help! Help! There's a dangerous criminal in here, and he's tying me up! Oh no, I'm at the mercy of an infamous wanted man, whatever is to become of me??" However, her protests were made less convincing by the fact that her voice never got above a stage whisper, as well as by the fact that she didn't really put up much of a struggle.

Pete stepped back and looked at her with satisfaction. She had her hands tied behind her back by one of her own stockings, and her ankles tied together by the other. He'd used his stringy black tie to blindfold her, as she knelt on the floor of the hotel bedroom. Her short skirt was now up almost around her waist. He reached down and undid the belt around it, and pulled it off, then undid the half-done buttons on her blouse and removed that too, though in both cases with a bit of selective phasing by Kitty, to get them over her tied limbs. He stepped back again, with a huge smile on his face. Kitty knelt on the floor, sitting back on her haunches. Clad only in black silk bra and panties, wrists and ankles bound together, and blindfolded, her silver Star-of-David her only other decoration. He walked round her, savouring the picture from all angles. He admitted to himself, it had been a secret wish of his to see her like this, seemingly helpless and with no choice but to submit to whatever he wanted to do with her, even though they both knew it was an illusion. "Got yer now, copper, 'aven't I? Me own little WPC, to do with as I want. An' I didn't even need ter use yer 'andcuffs on yer! Heh! Now, what can I do with me own little tied-up toy? Hmm ..... " he thought for a few moments, then added cheerfully, "well, I suppose I'd better start off by ravishin' yer, ain't I?" He grinned as Kitty barely suppressed a smile, before begging him not to.

"Oh no, please, you wouldn't!" she pleaded, not very convincingly. If someone, a few months earlier, had told her that she'd enjoy being tied, blindfolded, or gagged as part of lovemaking, she wouldn't have believed them. But she did. And a bit of amateur psychology had told her why. People who have to be in control of themselves, at work or wherever, often enjoy NOT having to be in control, enjoy giving up their being masters of the situation, enjoy someone else being in charge. And Kitty had always been expected to be the strong one, in control of herself, taking charge if necessary, keeping her fierce temper under control by force of will. So being in a situation where she wasn't in control, where she was, at least temporarily, under someone else's control, someone who wouldn't abuse that control, had turned out to be a real sexual thrill for her. <Hmm, maybe that schoolgirl cheerleader scenario wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. Having Pete put me over his knee and pull my panties down to give me a sound spanking might be fun! Hey, that's a thought; if being under someone else's control is a turn-on for us control freaks ...... what does that say about Scott? Or Ororo?? They're the two biggest control freaks in the X-Men ...... And of course, Magnus is also a control freak .... Of course, they may like being in control in lovemaking too! Hah! Ororo'd make a great Miss Whiplash, the way she always dresses in tight black leather! Or perhaps she'd prefer being tied up .........>

Her train of thought got thoroughly derailed when Pete came up behind her, ran his hands down from her shoulder blades, and cupped her breasts, rubbing the nipples through the soft silk until they hardened under his expert touch. "Righto, copper, I can do whatever I bloody well like with yer, an' I'm goin' ter as well" he growled into her ear. He pushed the material of her bra down to expose her pink, swelling mounds, but didn't push it all the way off, leaving it under her breasts, lifting them up to jut out. Them his hands renewed their roaming, down her ribs, causing her to giggle with the ticklish sensations, and over her taut, flat stomach, and on to her thighs, deliberately missing her hot mound covered only by the damp panties. He caressed her thighs for a while, then ran his hands back up her body, feeling her quiver with suppressed desire, her breath coming faster and faster, her face flushed and her mouth open. He revelled in the sight, burying his face in her scented hair, gently licking her earlobe. Then his hands came around to her shoulders, and began their descent down her back. She shivered at the sensations, felt his breath on her neck, the warmth of his body close to hers. The fact that she couldn't actually see him made the feelings all the more erotic.

His strong, hard hands gently encircled her waist, then carried on down to cup her buttocks through the sheer black silk of her panties, calloused fingers kneading the soft, firm flesh under them, thumbs running down the crease between her cheeks. "Oh, you brute! You mustn't do this, you wicked person!" Kitty gasped in a last, vain attempt to keep the scenario going - an attempt which was quickly abandoned as Pete slipped his hands inside her panties and began fondling her firm, willing backside. His fingers sought, and then found, her rear opening, and she gasped with abandon as he slipped a finger into her anus, slowly and gently working it in and out of the tight little hole.

Pete worked her for a few seconds longer, but his own desire couldn't be restrained any longer - his erection was almost bursting through the front of his worn trousers. "Right, copper, 'ere's where yer get a taste o' the ol' rough, yer see! A classy act like yer probably dreams about bein' taken by a bit o' rough stuff, right? Well, 'ere goes, copper! Yer dreams're comin' true t'day" And with that he pushed Kitty forwards, gripped the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down to her knees. Her firm, bare bottom pushed out at him, almost as if pleading with him to take it. But Pete hadn't yet introduced Kitty to the delights of anal sex, and decided to leave it till another day - besides, to do it right usually needed a bit of preparation first, and all he wanted to do right now was to take her.

Kitty's face rested on the rug, hands still tied behind her, bottom raised in the air, as she parted her thighs wide despite the panties around her knees. She felt the tip of Pete's erection rub against her inner thigh, then find the entrance to her hot, wet vagina, as she thrust back against him. Pete groaned with delight as his rock-hard penis drove into her, feeling the tight folds grip him as he entered her. Her small, firm buttocks pressed into his stomach as he pushed deep inside her, her tied hands gripping empty air pleadingly. He held onto her slender waist as he mounted her, steadying himself as he thrust and thrust into her inviting depths.

He couldn't last long, and quickly came, spurting deep inside her as she cried out his name, her hot, wet folds holding him inside her. For a few seconds they remained motionless, them together they sank to the floor, gasping for breath with the force of their orgasms, Pete sliding his hands around to gently hold her breasts as he lay on her, listening to her breathing, feeling her quiver with released arousal.

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He turned her over onto her back, her arms still behind her. "Right, now we try it frontally....." he growled with barely suppressed passion. He took hold of her bound ankles, and set them on his shoulders, her panties around the back of his neck, then leaned forward so that her knees pressed against her breasts. The first time he'd taken her like this, he'd been amazed she could get into the position, but her long hours of dance-training, as well as all the exercising she did with Excalibur, had left her a lot more supple and agile than most girls, and she could hold the position, or even go further with her feet either side of her head, and hold it for quite some time.

Kitty groaned with renewed passion at his actions. Her weight rested on her shoulders,, and on her upper arms, which were still tied behind her back. Though she still couldn't see Pete, she could feel his weight pressing down on her, his breath tickling her neck, as she opened her legs for him. She was already aroused once ore, hot and wet and inviting him in. He needed no urging, but thrust his full length deep inside her, gripping her buttocks as he did so. He rocked back and forth on top of her, using her legs almost as a springboard to gain momentum for the next thrust into her wet core. She arched her back, opening herself still further to him, begging him not to stop, to make her climax with him. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her, as he watched the spreading rosy flush on the milky-white skin of her breasts and neck. She gripped him inside her, tightening herself to hold onto him, as if she never wanted to let go.

He dropped his mouth onto her nipples, licking and sucking and nipping at them, as his fingers spread her buttocks and once more pushed into her tight, sensitive anus. It was the last straw for Kitty. She screamed with the force of her orgasm, and he held back no longer, but erupted inside her.

He slowly withdrew from her, letting her legs sag to the ground, then undid the stockings binding her wrists and ankles together. She wrapped her legs around his back, and her arms round his neck, letting his weight rest on top of her, their heaving breaths almost in synchronisation as they slowly relaxed, and regained their strengths.

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"Pete?"

"Yeah love, what is it?"

"You know that scenario you came up with some time back? With me as a naughty schoolgirl cheerleader, sent to the teacher for a spanking?"

"Yeah, o' course I do, love."

"Well, if you still want to, you can. Maybe next time we're down, I'll bring that old cheerleader outfit, and you can put me over your knee and spank me. I think I'd enjoy that."

Pete raised his head to look at her. "You sure? The last time I suggested it, yer said somethin' about a bad experience some time back, an' that yer didn't like the idea. So what changed yer mind?"

Kitty smiled at him. "Well, I just think I'd enjoy playing the naughty schoolgirl for a while - you know, being bossed around, told what to do, having my bottom smacked - as an erotic game. And, no matter how much my butt ends up feeling sore, if you enjoy it, I will. On two conditions - firstly, only your hand this time round, nothing more. And secondly, turnabout's fair play Wisdom! Don't forget that!"

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FIN