New Blood

New Blood
Chapter 10: Contacts and Contracts

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New Orleans

“Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…my head! Damn it! Not again!”

The pained groans of Remy Lebeau echoed through the thin walls of the run down motel room. It was happening again and this was by far the worst. One minute he was fine, sleeping soundly next to some nameless nude women he seduced at a bar earlier, and the next minute a nuclear bomb was going off in his head. It used to be rare. When his powers first manifested, he had these strings of intense migrains. But they were few and far between, rarely occurring once or so every three months. But now it was becoming a weekly occurrence and the severity kept increasing. Every time he thought the pain couldn’t get any worse, the next ‘episode’ as he called it further pushed his limits.

While holding his head, Remy stammered to the bathroom. He banged his knee against the dresser along the way, but his head hurt so much he didn’t even realize it. He tried splashing cold water on his face. That helped a little, but it was still throbbing. Looking into the mirror, he saw that his red on black eyes were bloodshot. His face was also bright red and he was starting to sweat. It always looked bad, but not this bad. It was like his brain was trying to punch its way out of his skull. The pressure was unbearable and all he could think about was stopping the pain.

“Mmm…Remy?” said the woman, who was still in bed, “Is everything alright?”

The Cajun mutant kept leaning on the sink for support.

“My…my pants. Where’s Remy’s pants?” he said breathlessly.

“In the corner I think.”

Remy limped back into the room and saw his pants crumpled up in the corner. Now his vision was starting to go and he blacked out just as he knelt down to get them. He fumbled for a moment, his usually skilled hands unable to remain still. Then he started feeling around his pockets until he felt something in the back. They were his pills. Well technically they weren’t his. He stole them. But he needed them more than whomever the poor sap it was prescribed for.

“Damn…runnin’ low again,” he groaned.

He sat down in the corner and tried to collect himself. His vision cleared, but his head was still throbbing. Popping open the pill bottle, he downed every last pill that was left. There wasn’t much, but he would take anything to make this pain go away.

The naked woman, who was now sitting up with the sheets covering her breasts, looked on nervously. She thought he was having some kind of overdose or something. Or maybe he was a junkie who just went into withdraw. Either would have surprised her given how well this man carried himself a few hours earlier. He was so confident and controlled. Now he looked like a mess.

“Are you going to be okay?”

It took him a moment to collect himself. The pain killers were strong, but the throbbing in his head was stronger. It did lessen the effects, just not as much as he would have liked.

“Remy will be fine. Go back to sleep,” he told her.

The woman shrugged and laid back down in bed. If he said he was okay she would take his word for it. Chances were they wouldn’t see each other after tonight anyways. That’s how one night stands work. She just wished her boyfriend was as good a lover as Remy.

But even with a naked woman in a bed, Remy Lebeau sat back in the corner and contemplated his situation. He didn’t mind being a small time thief in a guild that was constantly harassed by their Assassin counterpart or living out of run down motels. But this kind of life didn’t support problems like this. Being in chronic pain and having to steal pain pills, most of which were never prescribed for him, put a damper on everything. It was really starting to take a toll. If it kept getting worse then even the most potent pain pills wouldn’t be able to ease his suffering. He couldn’t go to a doctor. He was a wanted man and if the Assassins got wind of his condition, they would surely exploit it.

He had to do something about this, but his options were limited. He didn’t have the means to leave the country or the money to set up shop somewhere else. His father sure wasn’t going to help. He was too caught up leading the Thieves Guild. The well-being of his adopted son had always been of secondary importance if that. He had a few brothers and cousins, but they probably couldn’t do much either. None of them were doctors and would probably just push him to go to a hospital anyways. He needed another way or this pain would be the death of him.

Then he noticed a small business card that fell out of his pocket as he scrambled for his pills. It was the card that Storm woman had given him earlier in the year. He kept it even though he never gave too much thought to using it. But now he had a very good reason to reconsider. And the Hellfire Club had a reputation for being resourceful. There were still rumors about what exactly was going on with them, but nobody doubted they were a growing power. He remembered how Storm said it was just another option. Now it looked as though he could ill-afford to ignore it.

‘Guess Remy doesn’t have a choice. If dey can’t help me nobody can. Jean-Luc’s gonna hate me, but to hell with him. I’m gonna see what these people are all about.’

St. Petersburg, Russia

It’s always coldest just before dawn. In Russia, that’s especially true. But Russians pride themselves in their ability to handle cold. It’s what helped them defend their lands from invasion and exploitation for centuries. There were many stories about tough Russian men who fought bravely against the likes of the Nazis and the armies of Napoleon. But now-a-days, those stories were few and far between. Mother Russia had given way to a a generation of hopelessness.

Since the collapse of the Soviet Union, Russian society underwent radical change. The shift form socialism to capitalism was far from smooth. Much of it was unguided and lawless. And nobody prospered more than the Red Mafia. Once kept in the shadows by the ruling Communists, they now enjoyed unfretted prosperity. It used to be profit was illegal. Now it was encouraged and the criminals were a step ahead of the rest of society. And with large levels of poverty, joblessness, and violence there were few choices for the average Russian. A young man named Piotr Rasputin knew this better than anybody.

Upon getting off his train, the imposingly tall and muscled young man walked through the blistering Russian cold. He bore full bodied winter clothing and had an unmarked black briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. His destination was about six blocks from here. That was six blocks worth of potential trouble. The streets were littered with potential dangers, especially for someone with his occupation. He didn’t like doing it, but like so many others he didn’t have a choice. Luckily for him, he had a gift that allowed him to do his job much better than the average hired gun.

As he walked his mind wandered. How did it come to this? How did he go from a respectable farm boy to a lowly courier for Russian criminals? It all went back to that fateful day he saved his sister Illyana from an out of control tractor. What could have been a tragic moment turned into a true turning point. At the moment it would have hit her, a latent ability manifested and he found his skin turned to a super-hard organic metal. Along with his transformation came great strength that allowed him to not only stop the tractor, but twist the metal as if it were tin foil. He later discovered this great ability was a mutation. But what should have been a blessing turned into a curse.

“It’s over, son. We just can’t keep the farm going anymore. It’s too expensive.”

“But we can sell enough crop to pay off the loan! I know we can!”

“It’s not the loan that’s bleeding us dry. It’s the bribes we must pay to the local officials to keep them from harassing us!”

“Then don’t pay it! Our family has worked these lands for generations! We can’t just…”

“We must, Piotr. These people are no different than the old communists before them. They will do much worse to us than foreclose on us. Trust me.”

His father’s words turned out to be prophetic. When the Soviet Union fell, many corrupt local officials took advantage of the weakened central state to carve out little territories for themselves that they could exploit. The one their farm was in was no different. A group of former Red Army officers set up shop, extorting local farmers for money. One of the farms they targeted was the one that belonged to his family. To keep them from throwing them in jail for bogus reasons, they had to pay them bribes. The price was steep. It soon drained their resources. When the time came to pay and they didn’t have the money, the corrupt local official put together a local gang and had them pay a visit and it turned into a nightmare he relieved every day.

“Peter! Peter! Where are you?”

“Illyana! Illyana, I’m right here! I…I can’t see you!”

The smoke was stifling. In the middle of the night, a car sped by and threw a heap of firebombs at their house while they slept. Piotr tried to stay up to watch over and protect his family, but he dozed off and he wasn’t fast enough to stop it. It didn’t help that his house was made primarily out of rotting wood so once the fire started, it spread fast and was nearly impossible to stop.

He remembered plowing through the thin walls and gathering up his sister. She was young and scared. She cried the whole time while coughing on the smoke. Piotr rushed to get her outside. But in doing so his parents stayed in for too long and inhaled too much smoke. He managed to plow through the inferno to get them out as well, but when he laid them on the cold wet ground he found to his horror that he was too late.

“Piotr…my son.”

“No mama! Please hold on! Don’t…”

“Be strong…my boy. You make me…so proud. Please…take care of your sister.”

The pain in his heart from that night still festered to this day. He held his crying sister in his arms as they watched their parents breathe their last breath. It was agonizing and infuriating. A bunch of thugs hired by corrupt officials looking for bribe money just torched a house with a family inside who had done nothing wrong to them. He was so angry he wished he could have followed those monsters. He would have loved to chase them to the ends of the Earth and make them pay for what they had done. But he still had Illyana to take care of.

He moved in with his older brother Mikhel, a former Soviet cosmonaut who worked a steady desk job with the Red Army in Volgagrad. Piotr didn’t consider him the best influence. Half the time he was drunk or hung over. But he was family and he was all they had. He welcomed Illyana into his house and even tried to get Piotr a job. But in the sluggish Russian economy, that was difficult at best. It led him down the path he currently found himself.

It was ironic. He had to find a way to protect her, but he needed money to do so. And the only way to make money these days was to start working for the red mob. Piotr resisted at first, getting a job in Kiev doing heavy lifting for a factory. But it paid next to nothing and the factory went under in less than a year. That’s when he finally swallowed his pride and took a job with a local mob division. He made sure they had no ties to corrupt officials. In fact, the one he was working for now was actually a rival gang that often exploited corrupt officials. It helped him sleep a little easier at night, but they were still the same kind of people. He witnessed some major brutality, but losing his family had hardened him to it. Justice, it seemed, would never be done.

“Hey big man!” came a booming voice form down the street.

Piotr narrowed his vision to a man who looked like he was drunk off his mind. At first he thought he was just a regular obnoxious drunk. Then he pulled out an AK-47 from his trench coat.

“You’ll never deliver that package!”

Shots rang out. Frantic screams echoed through the streets. But Piotr Rasputin remained calm and poised. He instinctively shifted into his metal form, which rendered the assault futile. The man kept shooting though. That old drunk bit probably wasn’t an act. But no matter how much he shot, every bullet that hit did about as much damage as a feather on a tank. It did tear his coat and shirt, but he was beyond caring.

“What the…what the fuck?!” he exclaimed.

Now out of ammo and utterly scared to death, he threw the gun away and froze. Piotr, still in his metal form, casually approached the man with a stone cold look on his face. By now most had run, but the drunk who started it all was too petrified to move. He just looked up at the tall, imposing young man and trembled.

“Leave,” said Piotr in a stern tone.

The man just nodded and ran like the wind in the opposite direction. It wasn’t the first time he scared someone to death like that. Piotr couldn’t help but take satisfaction in it because these men were very similar to the men who caused him so much pain. His only regret was he couldn’t make more men like him pay. Being in the Russian mob and watching his parents die had hardened him in a way that was reflective of his metal skin. But as only a courier looking to make money to help his remaining family, there was little he could do.

The rest of the operation went off without a hitch. He arrived at the designated café where the recipient of his package would be. There was nothing special about this. He didn’t even know what was in the briefcase he was delivering. It could have been money, drugs, or stolen computer equipment. But he could care less. The way he saw it if he didn’t know what he was delivering, he would sleep easier at night. Once in the café he saw his contact, Joseph Cusadinov, and as always he was ecstatic to see him.

“Piotr! My favorite delivery boy! What have got for me today?” he said.

“Just get this thing off me so I can be on my way,” said Piotr flatly.

“Always to the point, da? I like that in a man. Very well! Allow me to take that off your hands.”

Joseph pulled a key out of his pocket and undid the handcuffs. He then took the briefcase and set it aside. He planned on checking it, but not with witnesses around him. But he was satisfied. So as customary for such service, he pulled out an envelop and slid it to the young boy.

“There you go, comrade. The usual fee,” he said, “There were no troubles, da?”

“No more than usual,” said Piotr as he checked the envelope and stashed it in his coat.

“Ha ha ha! That bad, huh? That’s why I love you, boy! Always tough under pressure! You’ll be going places one day, Piotr! Mark my words! And just so you know, my offer still stands to be my personal body guard.”

“I know and my answer is still the same.”

“Pity,” sighed Joseph, “Oh well. Let me know if you change your mind! Until then, dasvadania! Don’t be a stranger!”

Piotr rolled his eyes and walked out. He had his money. There was no reason for him to stay and endure this man any longer. He save any rewarding feelings for when he got this money back to Illyana and Mikhal.

It wasn’t as much as he would have liked, but it was enough to keep his family comfortable. It was much more than he could have made with a steady job. Numerous contacts in the mob offered him much nicer jobs as a body guard, a henchman, or a collector, but he refused to get any deeper into these organizations than he had to. For now, being a courier was enough. It couldn’t get him and his family out of the country and it didn’t offer him much of a future. But it was the best he could hope for as a mutant in Russia.

He was less than a block away when Joseph walked out of his café and into his Buick. Piotr surmised he stayed behind to pay his bill and call his superiors to ensure that everything went well. The whole ordeal was almost completely out of his mind. Then suddenly, Joseph’s car exploded with a deafening bang.

BOOM!

Piotr was jolted from his daze and turned around to see the car of the man he just spoke to up in flames. Panicked screams erupted from the unsuspecting civilians. None were hurt, but the explosion shattered the peace of an otherwise normal Thursday afternoon in St. Petersburg. There was no way Joseph survived. An explosion like that would have probably blown the flesh right off his bones. Then as he watched people crowd around the wreck it dawned on him. For the first time, he realized what was in the package.

“Good God,” he gasped.

“I think he looks better this way anyhow.”

Piotr turned to see a strange looking woman standing next to him. She was fairly tall, had black hair, and was wearing red glasses. She was the only one besides him that didn’t react so strongly to the explosion. Watching the fires around the car burn didn’t phase her in the slightest. It was cold even by Russian standards.

“You…” began Piotr.

“Relax, Peter Rasputin, I’m not with them. My name is Sage. I come bearing a new opportunity.”

“Sage?” he said suspiciously, “Who are you? Was you who sent the package that I just delivered?”

“No, I didn’t send it. My boss sent it,” she answered, “And he has about as much disdain for these mob folk as you do. That’s why he wants to give you, your sister, and your brother an alternative.”

“Wait, how do you know about my family? And who this boss you speak of?!” he demanded.

Sage took off her sunglasses and looked the young Russian in the eye. She saw in him a tough, but conflicted young man. He was hardened by a life of hardship, but he was also determined to rise above it. This kind of grunt work didn’t suit him. Someone of his strength and power should be striking fear into the hearts of those like the Red Mafia. Like many others in the Hellfire Club, the world treated this man unjustly. And she was here to help correct that.

“That I can’t tell you, but I will say this…the life your living now is a dead end. How much longer do you think these men will tolerate someone like you making their jobs harder? You won’t help them the way they want. So what’s the stop them from abducting your sister or framing you so your incompetent, mutant-weary government throws you in the gulags?”

“You think I don’t know that? If you’ve got an alternative, I would love to hear it. But know that I can’t be swayed by mere promises and small talk.”

That was just what Sage needed to hear. So she reached into her coat and pulled out an envelope that Xavier gave her.

“Then perhaps this will do,” she said as she handed him a letter.

“What is this? Money?” scoffed Piotr.

“Even better. Inside that envelope are passports and plane tickets for you and your sister to leave the country. There are also details on transferring your assets to an American bank so that you’ll have all your earnings intact. And just to show you how dedicated we are we’ve masked the transaction so none of your nosy mafia contacts get wind of it.”

Piotr looked at the envelope and then back at the woman. He had to admit, this was a very intriguing turn for him.

“Very well, and just where is it we are going?” he asked.

“New York City,” she answered, “There my boss is waiting for you. And what he has to offer you will ensure that you, Illyana, and anybody else you care about will live happily, comfortably, and safely for the rest of your life.”

“Sounds promising. But how do I know you’re not just leading me on?”

“Doubt me all you want. But it doesn’t look like you’re too happy with your current line of work. And by all means, keep selling yourself on these blood-soaked streets for chump change. I’m not going to force you to accept our offer. I’m just a messenger. And even if you don’t accept, consider the corpse of Mr. Cusadinov as a free gift.”

And to help reinforce her point she added one last thing via telepathy.

‘Just know this, Mr. Rasputin…there are many others like you with great gifts and little opportunity to make good use of them. And let me tell you from personal experience that being a mutant closes many doors in our current world, but the ones they open more than make up for it.’

Sage left the young man to contemplate her words. He watched as she walked off, surprised by that last trick. He definitely wasn’t expecting her to continue talking to him in his head. But it gave her words some credibility. She was a mutant just like him. She didn’t see his skills as just a commodity like the rest of the Russian mob. She saw the man behind the metal skin. She was hard to read because her expression was so unflinching, but there was sincerity in her words. He opened up the documents to confirm that everything she said was true. He officially had his and Illyana’s ticket out of here.

But that still left him uncertain. He would very much like to meet this boss of hers. He sounded like a powerful man. But if he could give half of what Sage said he could, he was worth hearing out.

Club Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club

It was another busy Friday night at the Club Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club. The crowd was big and clamored for the scintillating sexuality that only a high end place like this could accommodate. Jean, Emma, Wanda, and Rogue each had several sets scheduled. Judging by all the men in business suits they were in for a profitable night.

Currently, Rogue was working on her second set. Even though she had only been with the Hellfire Club for a few weeks, she was quickly becoming a popular attraction. Her routine was different than most. She wore more elaborate costumes like dresses, gowns, and leather getups. For her current routine, she had the DJ put on her favorite song “Sweet Home Alabama” while she danced around a pole in a large purple dress reminiscent of the old fashioned South. It covered up a lot at first, but then she took it off to reveal the smallest G-string in the club and a matching corset that was cut out at the chest so her breasts were in full view for everyone to see.

The audience loved it. Men just went wild with the way she teased them, coming out all covered up and then stripping it all away to reveal a sassy, sexy woman that they just couldn’t take their eyes off of. And she really got into it. She loved the attention and all the stunned reactions she got. The nervousness and reservations Jean and Wanda faced when they first danced were almost non-factors for her. Even Emma was surprised by how many men she attracted, but her lack of subtlety still bothered her. To her, it wasn't so much the sex or the money that mattered to her. It was the fact that she didn't have to cover up and she could touch whoever she wanted however she wanted. That power and control was more a factor for her than the other girls and the sex was just secondary.

While Rogue did her thing, Jean was out walking the crowd for potential clients to seduce. She passed Wanda along the way, who was wearing her now distinct dark red outfit. It was a crop lace bustier that really showed off her mid-drift with matching thong and leather stockings. It was modeled after Selene’s, only Wanda made herself stand out by wearing the pointy crown she wore with her Scarlet Witch uniform in the Brotherhood. She wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, but it seemed to work for her.

“So you’re a businessman, huh?” she told a neatly dressed man in a black suit and bow tie, “How about you and me go in the back and talk… real business?”

The man could barely form a coherent response. But he didn’t have to. Wanda was soon all over him, sitting with her legs arched over his lap while she whispered sultry words. Jean saw the man wince somewhat when he bit him on the earlobe, but he was hardly dissuaded. But it did cause some concern for Jean. She got the feeling Wanda didn't necessarily like stripping, but she did it because it meant more opportunities to learn about her powers. Selene had already started giving her some lessons, but the Black Queen made it clear she had to prove herself if she was to learn the ways of this mystic arts. This kind of work was just a means to an end for her.

In addition she noticed that Wanda seemed to be taking after Selene more than most people dared. When she first arrived she was shy yet determined. But now she was used to it. Every time she took a man for a private dance they came out looking dazed, distant, and often bruised. But they usually had a smile on their face. Once sexually illiterate, now she was using her mutant hexing skills to get off regularly and make her work all the more bearable.. How she did it was beyond her. She just said stuff like “the chances of having the best sex are always remote, but not with me.” It was great and all she was having great sex, but she worried she may be adopting too much of Selene’s tastes.

Jean understood some of Wanda's feelings. As much as she had come to love sex, stripping did have its pitfalls. She liked the attention and the intimacy. She loved using her powers to feel someone on such an intimate level. Scott was her first and with the time they spent together, she really developed a strong taste for such closeness. It made stripping easier and more fun, but there were times it bothered her. The most pressing issue was when she talked to her parents, who didn't know what she was doing. She often worried about what they would think so she kept it a closely guarded secret. But the money she brought in with her sex work really helped them in paying off some long overdue bills. Xavier also pitched in and they were so happy and proud of her. It was hard constantly lying to them, but she accepted that this was best for all of them. It all went back to the Hellfire concept of the ends justifying the means.

While Wanda walked off with another client, Jean passed one of the VIP tables. There she saw Pietro, Kurt, and Warren sitting back, having some drinks, and watching the show. Tonight was their night off from training and they planned on spending it with some of Hellfire’s best female workers. But for Kurt, it was his first night out like this. From the looks of it, Warren and Pietro dragged him out here. He still wasn’t all that comfortable in public, but here there were some unspoken rules that the customers had to adhere to and one of them was to not speak ill of an obvious mutant.

“So this is how you guys are spending your Friday night?” commented Jean.

“You know of a better place where we can get beautiful women to do anything we say?” retorted Pietro.

“Did I say there was anything wrong with that?” she smirked, “I’m just surprised you’d be in the same club where your sister is stripping.”

“Don’t worry, he stayed in the bathroom for her set,” grinned Warren, “Still can’t get over that camisole she was wearing.”

“Shut up, Warren!” shot Pietro as he gulped down a shot of vodka.

Jean then turned to Kurt, who looked indifferent to it all. He wasn’t looking at Rogue’s performance. He was just watching as girls passed by, occasionally taking a sip of his drink. Being around so many beautiful women was new to him. He didn’t look nervous, just out of place. The Hellfire lifestyle was still new to him and he had yet to take full advantage of it.

“What about you, Kurt? Having fun yet?” asked Jean.

“Having a blast, Jean…I mean, Marvel Girl,” he said flatly.

“Oh don’t be like that,” she coaxed, “These guys finally drag you away from those books you’ve been reading into a club of women who will cater to your every whim and you’re not having fun?”

“Sorry that I’m not jumping in head first,” he said as he drank some more, “In case you haven’t noticed I stick out in a crowd. Do you really think I know zhe first thing about talking to beautiful women?”

“Oh it’s not that hard,” said Warren, “Watch this…”

Warren then got up and walked over to an attractive brunette who was serving drinks. He slipped his arm lustfully around her waist and hungrily groped her butt. Then he whispered something into her ear. The girl reacted a little nervously. She knew who he was and who he represented. And if she valued her health, she would go along with him.

“See? It’s not so hard,” he said, “Come on sweetheart you’re spending the night with me.”

“Yes sir,” she said obediently.

Kurt shook his head at how casual Warren was about it. Even if they were alike in their less than human appearance, he went about things differently. He seemed to adopt Selene’s nourish-all-one’s-desires-above-all-else philosophy to the letter. But he was still hesitant.

“Seriously Kurt, give it a try,” said Pietro, “It’s great for us neglected mutants.”

“I don’t doubt zhat. But I just get zhe feeling zhat vhenever a girl looks at me she’ll still see a monster. How’s zhat for setting zhe mood?”

“Oh now you’re just stalling,” laughed Jean, “Some girls might actually like the fur. I mean soft fuzzy flesh running over hot naked skin…could be kind of hot.”

“You’ve got a dirty mind, Jean,” grinned Kurt, “But do you really zhink zhat could vork?”

“Only one way to find out…”

Jean turned back to the crowd and issued a psychic command to several girls. Obediently, the women stopped what they were doing and made their way over to Kurt and Pietro’s table. They were each some of the highest paid girls in the club. One was an attractive blonde with short hair and slender legs. The other was an attractive Asian with a very nice butt and thighs. The third was a dark skinned woman with alluring brown eyes and breasts that were very enhanced. Usually they were reserved for men with really deep pockets, but they needed to break Kurt out of his shell. And judging by his reaction to the presence of the three women they were on the right track.

“Kurt, I’d like you to meet Stacy, Tracy, and Macy. Girls, this is Kurt Wagner…another special associate of Mr. X.”

“Oh…an associate you say?” said Daisy, the blonde.

“Yep! So you know what that means,” said Jean, “Take him back to the VIP room and show him a good time. I’ll fill your slots.”

“Yes ma’am,” said Tracy, the Asian.

They didn’t seem too put off by his appearance. Working at the Club Hellfire exposed them to all sorts of weird things so they were used to it. They never had to service a guy who looked like Kurt, but there was no room for squeamishness in this place. Besides, he did look kind of cute in an exotic way.

“Come on, Kurt. We’re gonna make your night!” said Macy.

“Yeah, show us you’re as devilish a lover as you seem!”

“Um…okay,” said Kurt nervously.

Jean and Pietro grinned as the girls pulled him out of his seat and led him to the back. He had a goofy smile the whole way. It looked like he was really going to do it. He was going to take Selene’s advice and nurture his desires. That would definitely get him into the Hellfire spirit.

“You know your stuff, Jean,” commented Pietro, raising his glass to her.

“Thanks,” she smiled, “Where’s Scott by the way? Why isn’t he with you guys?”

“Lord Xavier wanted to meet with him about something. Go figure,” he shrugged, “Sorry he’s not here, but if you want I could keep you company tonight.”

“Maybe later,” grinned Jean, “I’m still on duty, remember?”

Just then Emma walked by and tapped Jean on the shoulder.

“There you are! Where have you been, Jean? There’s a cute billionaire software tycoon with countless trade secrets who’s had a few too many and is in the mood for three-way. Get with it already!”

Jean sighed and waved goodbye to Pietro as she followed Emma across the club. The work of a good Hellfire woman was never done it seemed. It had it's ups and its downs and not every one of them felt the same way about it. But it was part of their duties and part of who they were.

Academy of Tomorrow – Upper Manhattan

Illyana Rasputin looked up timidly at her new home. It wasn’t as cozy or simple as the family farm in Siberia or her older brother Mikhail’s apartment in Volgagrad, but it was officially home now. For the foreseeable future she would be living in a large fancy boarding school for young children. She was told ahead of time by her brother that the children were ‘different’ like her. She didn’t know just what that entailed. She was young and barely knew what the word mutant meant. But Piotr told her this was best for her and she trusted him.

She clung closely to her brother’s leg. She tried to be strong for him, but there was no easy way to hide her fear. She lived most of her life on a farm and a crammed apartment. Now here she was in New York City, thrust into this new environment where she wouldn’t have the close support of either one of her brothers. Mikhail was back in Russia, but Piotr was with her. And he did his best to calm her.

“It’ll be okay, Illyana. Just give the Academy a chance. I’ve been told it is one of the best in the country,” said Piotr as he knelt down to calm his sister.

“But what if I don’t like it, Piotr? What if I don’t belong?” she said nervously.

“Try not to worry about such things. You’ll only get more worked up doing so.”

“But I don’t understand why I must be here. Why can’t I stay back home with Mikhail?”

“Because this place is safer for you. And you know Mikail has his…problems,” said Piotr, choosing his words carefully.

He hoped to not have to bring this up. Part of the reason he took Illyana with him to Amarica was because Mikhail’s drinking was getting worse. His job wasn’t leaving him very satisfied with life and he looked to fill the void. Sometimes he even brought loose women home and none of them ever treated Illyana very well. As much as he loved his brother, Piotr didn’t want that kind of influence around his sister.

“But he’s still our brother. Why must we leave him behind?” she asked.

“Because, Illyana, I promised mother and father that I would do what’s best for you. And here in America there are more opportunities for all of us. You can go to a better school and get a better life for yourself. And above all you’re safer here.”

“I don’t feel safer,” she said shyly.

“I know you don’t. But you’ll just have to trust me, Illyana. This is best for both of us.”

The young girl looked up at her older brother with those innocent, pure eyes that could melt the all of Siberia. She looked so scared to be in this new place with all these new people. He couldn’t blame her, but he smiled warmly and caressed the side of her cheek. This helped bring a smile to her face. If her super strong, super tough big brother said it then that was good enough for her.

“Okay big brother…I trust you. But will I still get to see you?”

“Of course,” he assured her, “I will come visit every chance I get. And if I hear you’ve been a good girl, I will bring you a present.”

“A present? Really?” said Illyana, her face lighting up.

“Really,” he affirmed, “I promise.”

The little Russian girl smiled and hugged her big brother. Piotr smiled as he hugged her back. This was going to be a big transition for the both of them. They were new to America and the world of the Hellfire Club in general. But this was the best place for them. It was hard enough that he was a mutant, but recently he found out that he wasn’t the only one who inherited such amazing abilities.

Ever since Piotr found out she was a mutant he worried what kind of life she would have. Mikhail told him about the incidents where she would fall asleep and magically teleport to another part of the house. It confirmed that she was just like him and would face the same hardships that all mutants face. But they would have more opportunity here than anywhere else. This was a big break for a two people who grew up with such limited means. And they weren’t going to squander it.

“Illyana! Come along! We’re ready for you!” said Amelia Voght, head of the Academy.

Piotr and Illyana reluctantly parted. He kissed her softly on the forehead before rising up to leave her to a new life.

“Be good, my little snowflake,” he told her.

“You too big brother,” replied Illyana.

Piotr watched as his sister walked off into her new home. The woman in charge, Amelia Voght, was an old friend and lover of Xaviers. He assured him that she would take good care of Illyana and he would be allowed to visit her at any time. It wasn’t going to be easy with the rigorous life of a Hellfire Pawn ahead of him. But he would make time if he had to. He owed it to Illyana. For too long he and his sister lived a live plagued by injustice. Too much had been taken from them and too little had been gained by all their hard work. But the towering Russian swore that this time would be different. This time his work would mean something. And the Hellfire Club was key to it all.

X-Industrial Towers

Scott Summers was working overtime. While the others were out enjoying their night off, he was getting lessons from one of Xavier’s most dangerous and efficient mercenaries. His real name was Wade Wilson, but he was known to the mercenary world as Deadpool and his reputation was legendary. He wore a red and black body suit with a mask with two katanas and a couple of guns at his hip. He was fast, agile, and lethal. He also had a potent healing factor that not only allowed him to heal from almost any wound, but it also gave him endurance that few could match. And Scott was finding out first hand.

“Come on, kid! I’m gonna nod off here!” he said in a loud, obnoxious tone, “Do it again! Become the dragon young grasshopper! Seize your destiny and go down on it like a cheap Bangkok hooker!”

Scott panted hard as he rose to his feet, still stinging from the blow Deadpool landed on him.

“One more time, Deadpool,” said Scott in a stern tone.

“Bring it on bi-otch!”

Scott attacked, trying not to let Deadpool’s incessant mouth get to him. That was another one of his defining qualities. In terms of his mental stability, he was a few apples shy of an orchard. There were times he would start talking and just wouldn’t shut up. That earned him the nickname, the merc with a mouth. His insanity was a result of an invasive procedure by some living weapons program. Xavier told him he volunteered for it because he was dying of cancer. The process worked, curing his cancer and all, but it also left his whole body horribly scared and his mind a mess. He in turn broke away from the project and began his mercenary work. That’s how Xavier found him and in return for his loyal services, he got Selene to use a little magic to heal his appearance so he looked normal again. But he couldn’t heal his madness. And Scott was forced to deal with it.

He ducked and dodged Deadpool’s attacks, having to back off to avoid a roundhouse kick that would have knocked him out cold. He countered with some low punches aimed at his torso, but this barely stunned the loudmouthed mercenary as he kept on attacking. And unlike Scott, he wasn’t breathing hard or panting. He could go like this for days if he had to. And to keep the young man on his heels, he kept taunting him.

“Come on, you call that punching? My grandma punches harder than that and she’s dead! Oh wait, no she’s not! She’s in a coma I think. Or was that my Aunt? Either way, she hits harder than you!”

“You don’t say?” grunted Scott, not giving into the urge to shut him up.

“Are you kidding? I’ll bet a circus clown high on crack could do better than you! Heck, it would be a lot more funny as well! That way I could beat you up and laugh my ass off! Oh wait…I can already do both! Hahahahahaha!”

He was seriously getting on Scott’s nerves. He had to end this while he still had his own sanity intact.

He was trying to back him into a corner. Deadpool was using his superior endurance to keep Scott on his heels, not letting him catch his breath long enough to counter. He landed a couple of blows, but Scott kept blocking. He couldn’t let him get ahead of him. Then Scott stopped playing defense and charged the merc with a mouth, tackling him to the floor. Deadpool made a big fist with both hands and pounded on his shoulders. Scott ignored the pain, grabbing Deadpool by the neck and head-butting him right in the skull.

“Ah still some life in ya, huh? Not bad! Maybe you’re not as weak as my grandmother after all! Maybe you’ve graduated to my little sister!”

“Shut up already!” shouted Scott.

He head-butted him again and then grabbed his arm, twisted it, and turned him over so he was on his stomach. Before he could get up, Scott stepped down on his neck to hold him in place while pushing his knee on his lower back. Then to completely immobilize him, he held his arm up and bent it in the opposite direction it was supposed to go. He didn’t break it, but he did immobilize him. Deadpool was strong, but not strong enough to get out of this.

He kept struggling, but Scott held firm. The kid may not have had his endurance, but he had a good brain on him. And even though his lessons were half insane rants he still took them to heart and successfully implemented them. No wonder Xavier chose this kid. Too bad he didn’t get to work with the girls though. That would have been much more entertaining.

“Okay okay, you got me,” he conceded, “You’ve done well grasshopper. You shall earn your neon purple ass-kicking belt in no time!”

“Um…thanks,” said Scott.

He let the merc with a mouth go and he swiftly returned to his feet and removed his mask. While his face had been healed, there was still a mark of insanity in his eyes.

“Ah laugh with me, Summers! You’ll live longer!” said Wade as he gave him an encouraging punch in the shoulder, “Stick with me and you’ll be the next big thing on the mercenary circuit. I can see it now…psychos and madmen lining up around the block to hire you! Scott Summers, the guy with looks that can really kill!”

“I appreciate the enthusiasm, Mr. Wilson, but I’d rather stick to my day job,” smirked Scott.

”Eh, suit yourself,” he shrugged, “More jobs for me.”

Scott shook his head. How Xavier tolerated this guy was beyond him. He must have the patience of a god. But for all his banter, Deadpool had plenty to offer. The man knew how to fight and overcome enemies that were stronger and more powerful than him. That kind of skill was invaluable, especially in the Hellfire Club. He hoped to learn more, but that all depended how much he could tolerate his quirky personality.

For Deadpool, it was just another favor. He usually didn’t tutor kids in the ways of the psycho mercenary, but for Xavier he made an exception. He owed the man. Because of him and that crazy Selene chick, he looked human again and could walk down the street without drawing horrified gasps. Not only that, he could pick up women as well. He wasn’t a bad looking guy with a healed face and the Hellfire Club had a way of attracting the hottest babes. Sometimes he even got to work with a few like that hot Storm chick that could control the weather. Then of course there was the money. Xavier paid him very well for his services and so long as it stayed that way life was good.

While Scott and Deadpool walked off, Xavier watched from above through an observation deck. Besides him were Sage and their latest recruit, Piotr Rasputin. He arrived earlier that day from Russia and was genuinely intrigued by what he had to offer. However, he was different from the others. He wasn’t as easily wowed by their displays. Even when Selene showed him a magic trick turning roses into snakes, he barely flinched. But he liked that side of him. Piotr was a calm, collected young man. He was hardened from the loss of his family and his service to the Russian mob. But he looked like he was ready for a change in his life.

“That’s just some of the training you’ll get here, Piotr,” explained Xavier, “The Hellfire Club only deals with the best in carrying out our operations.”

“I suppose the best is a matter of opinion, yes?” said Piotr, referring to some of Deadpool’s comments.

“Well there are a few quirks you have to deal, but that’s life,” smirked the Black King casually.

“Indeed. And you want me to be a part of this. But as what? A body guard? Some henchmen?”

“Of course not. It would be a crime for someone of your potential to be relegated to mere grunt work. Here you’ll have the opportunity to do much more. Instead of taking orders, you’ll be giving them. And instead of aiding criminals, you’ll be aiding all of civilization.”

“And just how does this Hellfire Club do that?” asked the young Russian.

Charles Xavier turned away from the observation deck to address the boy directly. He saw a young man of great poise and strength. But there was so much about the world he didn’t know.

“Allow me to answer that with another question…why did the Soviet Union failed? Do you know why corrupt men like the one that murdered your family were allowed to do what they did?”

Piotr didn’t answer. He always wondered such things, but he never came to a satisfying answer. Maybe Xavier had one.

“Why?” he asked.

“Order,” said Xavier strongly, “The Soviet Union wielded great power, but there was no order to its government. Everything was so cruel and corrupt. The only way to get things done was through fear and intimidation. That lack of order is what allows criminals to run amok. It’s what allows madmen to seize power and slaughter millions. It is only when order is assured that real peace and progress can take place. And the Hellfire Club is all about building that order.”

“I…I see,” said Piotr as he took in his words, “And how do you establish that order?”

“By any means necessary,” answered the Black King, “Whether it’s through money, mutant powers, deals, deceit, or magic we work to establish order. We follow the natural hierarchy of things, like the pieces on a chess board. And you could be part of it. You could be the one who breaks the backs of those like the corrupt men like the ones that killed your family. And for your efforts you would be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams…you and your sister.”

It sounded like an amazing opportunity. It was definitely a step up from errand boy to the Russian Mob. But more than that, it was a chance to make a better life for him and his sister. The peaceful, simple life they could have had working on a farm in Siberia was long gone. The world he was apart of now was much more complicated and all too often he was relegated to obscurity. What good had the system done him back in Russia anyways? This was his chance to not only rise above it, but correct it.

“You make a very tempting offer, sir. What do you need of me?”

“Is that a yes?” smiled Charles.

“Da, I wish to do this. Russia is vast in majesty, but lacking in opportunity. I lived simply and peacefully and all I got in return was heartache and poverty. I am ready to try a new way. Grant me and my sister another chance at happiness and I will do what is necessary for this Hellfire Club.”

“You do your part and I’ll do mine. You have my absolute word,” assured Xavier.

“Then you have yourself a Russian strongman,” said Piotr as he extended his hand to the Black King.

Charles smiled and shook the imposing man’s hand. It was nice to finally have some muscle in their mist. Piotr Rasputin had the stern, but reasonable persona he was looking for. He could face the worst humanity had to offer yet not lose himself in the process. He lived a life of such poverty and now he had a chance to give opulence and comfort a try. And Xavier had a feeling he take to it quite nicely.

Club Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club – VIP Room

Kurt Wagner was on a tear. Once he got into the VIP room with the girls Daisy, Tracy, and Macy they went to town on him and now he was returning the favor. At the moment he was on top of Daisy, holding her arms down as he relentlessly pounded his hard cock into her tight pussy. He had already cum into twice, once in the pussy and once in her mouth. But he wasn’t done yet. He still had plenty of lustful energy to work off.

“Yes-yes-oh mien Gott-yeeeeeeessssssssss!” howled Kurt, his every grunt seething with lust.

“Uh-uh-uh-uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!” exclaimed the young woman who was nearing her limits.

The other two girls, Tracy and Macy, watched in astonishment as the demonic looking young man reamed their friend. It was amazing to see someone who seemed so reserved at first explode into this demon of lust. Things started off simple enough. They brought him in, did some light dancing, then stripped down to their thongs. After grinding up against him for a while, they helped him undress and then Tracy got on top of him and started riding his cock. It was really hot and all. Having sex with a blue-furred young man had its exotic appeal and the girls had done it with other mutants so they weren’t too worried. But once Kurt got his first climax some latent side of him awakened and he went to work on them.

Upon tossing Tracy aside, he pounced on Macy. He got on top of her, hitched her legs over his shoulders and plowed into her until he climaxed again. Then he ordered Daisy to come over and suck him off, which she dutifully did. She was amazed that his dick stayed hard the whole time. It barely softened in between climaxes and even when she sucked him to another peak, he kept going. With each climax, he grew more aggressive. He pinned them Daisy against the wall and worked her up and down his length until they both climaxed. Then he bent Tracy over a chair and fucked her from behind. And when she climaxed, he just pulled out and thrust it into her ass until he shot another load inside her. He then ordered Daisy and Macy to suck him off again. And when he reached another climax, he sprayed it all over their breasts and ordered them to lick it off each other.

His sexual endurance was far in excess of a normal human. While every one of the Hellfire’s special members as they called them all had amazing sexual skills in terms of performance and stamina, Kurt was different. He didn’t just get off sexually. It was like he was attaining ecstasy of a very different kind. It was like he was possessed or having some kind of spiritual revelation. Maybe he really was a demon. And he was the kind that loved sex.

Daisy held on, gasping for air as sweat poured over her naked body. Her large breasts bounced each time Kurt rammed his cock up into her pussy. He leaned down to lick them, biting over the nipple and swirling his tongue over her cleavage. His thick digits dug into her butt as he thrust harder and harder, driving closer to one final climax. This was so amazing. He couldn’t believe anything could feel this good. He wanted to feel it one more time. He wanted to make this woman scream.

“Uh-uh-erah-earh-almost zhere-augh-uh-uh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

He penetrated all the way to her cervix as he released one last load into her depths. Daisy was too tired to yell out, but she climaxed too. Her throbbing cunt contracted around his erect dick, squeezing it mercilessly and adding to the pleasure. Kurt then looked down at the young woman’s expression. She looked so tired and spent. She was on the verge of passing out. It was hardly the kind of afterglow Rogue told him about after her first time, but he felt too good to care at this point.

Kurt rose up off the young blonde and turned to the other two girls who were sitting on the floor next to the bed. They all looked equally tired. They were all covered in sweat and their pussies seeped with his fluids. Had he really gone at it that long? He lost track of how many times he climaxed. From the looks of it the girls had too. It was a little overwhelming. He had no idea he had this side to him. He was only going along with the stuff Selene said about embracing his darker side. She was right about it feeling really good, but she never told him he would drain the girls like this.

“Vow…vhat a feeling,” he said in a daze, “Danke, ladies. I appreciate you’re company and your cooperation.”

“You’re…you’re welcome,” said Tracy.

The other girls just smiled and nodded, too tired to talk or move. They were the first girls this man had sex with and they just happened to find out he had a massive appetite for pleasure. It left them surprised, but all in all it was worth it. They satisfied him so their lives were safe from punishment from the Hellfire Club. Plus, they got a lot of good orgasms out of it. Too bad they couldn’t keep up with him in the end. It was doubtful any normal woman could. But they had a feeling that wouldn’t stop him from trying.

The Hellfire Club was famous for stirring peoples’ libido. Kurt Wagner found out first hand how amazing it could be. He had no idea he had this side to him. He never even thought he could get close enough to a woman to be intimate with, let alone three at once. But once he let go, he couldn’t stop himself. It really was like a spiritual revelation. He didn’t just feed his bodily desires, he fed his spiritual desires as well. Selene was right about a lot of things, but she didn’t do justice to how great it felt. And now that he had gotten a taste, he looked forward to having much more. The Hellfire Club had some very attractive women both in and out of the clubs. Maybe he would find one who shared his newfound love of sex among them.

Hellfire Manor – Piotr’s Quarters

Piotr spent the rest of the day getting situated in his new surroundings. He met his fellow pawns, got a feel for what his schedule would be like, and went over some of the benefits he would share in now that he was part of the Inner Circle. Some parts were pretty overwhelming. The money he would have at his disposal was mind-blowing to him. Growing up in a former Communist country, he had no idea such wealth existed. And now he had access to it. He wasn’t sure how to spend it, but his new comrades were sure to teach him.

Then there was the sex. Given his heavily muscled body, he was a big hit with the girls. One girl, Rogue, even offered to give him a taste of the kind of pleasures he would have at the Hellfire Club. He was definitely tempted, but Emma and Jean held her back. They said something about her being a bit too much for him. He wasn’t sure what that entailed, but he was sure to find out. Women weren’t completely alien to him. While working for the Russian mob, some of his clients offered him women as payment for his services. He rarely accepted, but there were a few times when he craved intimacy. He found that losing himself in sex helped him forget that he was working for people he despised with every bone in his body. But now he might have a chance to enjoy such feelings.

Lying on his bed, Piotr Rasputin pondered his new life. So many changes were coming all at once. But they were good changes. He wasn’t working for the mob anymore, he had money and opportunity, and his sister was finally in a safe environment. Things were definitely looking up for him. He only wished his mother and father were still alive to guide him. But all he could do now was honor their memory and make best of his new life.

As his thoughts wandered, there was a knock on his door and Sage entered.

“How are you doing, Peter? Is everything alright?” she asked.

“Everything is fine, Miss Sage,” said the Russian mutant.

“What about your room? Is it to your liking?”

“Oh yes. This room is almost the size of my old house back in Siberia. It may take a while for me to adjust to having so much space to work with.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

The older woman walked over to his bed and sat down. She planned on just checking on him, but she had other ideas in mind.

“There’s something else I wanted to tell you,” she said.

“What is it, Miss Sage?”

“It has to do with your family.”

“My family?” said Piotr with new intrigue, “What about them?”

“Charles had me look into the circumstances of their demise,” she said, hiding her emotions behind her usual veil, “You know what happened so I won’t get into it. But I did some digging. I managed to hack a few records from Russian archives, Interpol, and a few other sources. And I found out who was behind the attack and why they did it.”

Piotr’s heart leapt up into his throat. For years he agonized over the identity of his parents’ murderers. Now the answer was finally before him.

”Who…who was it?”

“Are you sure you want to know?” warned Sage.

“Yes! I’ve waited years for an answer! Please tell me!”

Sage took a deep breath. She could hide her emotions, but she couldn’t hide the cold hard truth.

“As you may know, once the Soviet Union fell many peasant farmers like your parents fell on hard times. Without support from the Soviet state many were forced to get loans in order to keep their lands or risk being kicked out onto the streets. Your parents took out one such loan from the local government office. But as you know the lack of oversight allowed the officials to be very unreasonable to their constituents.”

“Yes, that part I know. But who was behind it?” asked Piotr intently.

“The man pulling the strings wasn’t your typical Russian regional governor. In fact, he isn’t even Russian. His name is Cameron Hodge, a right wing anti-mutant military man out of Eastern Europe. When the Iron Curtain fell, he moved in and started acquiring mountains of old Soviet arms. But in order to do that he needed money, so he teamed up with some old Communist leaders and Red Army officers and consolidated them under his authority. He made all the big decisions. And one of those decisions was to set an example of all those who didn’t pay up on time.”

Piotr’s expression hardened. He could only imagine what a monster of a man this Cameron Hodge was. He was the reason why he lived with this nightmare every day.

“So he gave the order,” said the Russian mutant in a low tone, “What about the men that carried it out?”

“Local muscle,” she answered, “Five discharged Russian soldiers turned criminals in the tough economy. Their names were Brian Benidscov, Sergi Clarmanticov, Gregory Paksi, Grant Morrisoveltch, and Mickhail Millernov.”

“Were?”

“Yes…they’re dead now. They were still active when I came to you in Russia. But shortly after, Xavier gave a little ‘tip’ to Hodge that each man was plotting against him. A week ago they disappeared. Two days ago their mutilated bodies were discovered on the banks of the Volga river. They were tortured to death.”

Piotr took a moment to digest that. He shuttered to think he may have been working with those horrible men at some point. But at least they wouldn’t kill any other innocent families. And once again he had Charles to thank.

“You tipped them off…why?” he asked with a confused look.

“It’s Charles’s way of earning trust. He believes in hard justice and he believes in granting people more than just money and power. The more reasons you have to be loyal the better. Consider this his first favor. More will come so long as you loyally serve the Hellfire Club.”

“I guess I should thank him next time I see him. What about Hodge?”

“Him, we can’t do anything about at the moment,” she said, “But at the rate he’s going, we may eventually cross paths. And I’ll be sure that you’re involved. You have my word.”

It was bittersweet news to Piotr. He liked how Xavier thought. He wasn’t all about money and wealth like the greedy pigs that killed his family. He believed in less tangible forms of incentive. He also had a strict sense of justice. It was all part of doing whatever was necessary to achieve a greater end. It definitely left him indebted. He planned on working even harder now. He owed the Black King that much.

Looking over at Sage, he managed a weak smile. She didn’t show any emotion, but he was getting used to that. He didn’t take her for the sentimental type anyways.

“Thank you, Miss Sage. I really appreciate everything you’ve done,” he told her sincerely, “But why?”

“It’s my job,” she shrugged, “It’s what Charles pays me to do.”

“Is that all?”

Sage finally let down some of her emotional shielding. Piotr was a nice guy and pretty perceptive. Given that she was the primary driving force bringing him in she couldn’t help but get a little attached to him. The same thing happened with Scott and Jean. But she tried to keep the details to a minimum.

“There are many reasons I do what I do, Peter,” she said, looking him in the eye with her serious demeanor, “I can’t tell you the whole story, but just know this about me…I was doing good in the world by enforcing the laws I thought kept it together.”

“So you were a police officer of sorts?” surmised Piotr.

“Slightly higher up than that. I worked hard to put people like Cameron Hodge in jail, but every time I did someone else took his place. Day after day I worked to make a difference and in return I received nothing but a pat on the back and a paycheck. I never got to follow my true desires. That’s when Charles came into my life. He taught me how the good I was doing was purely superficial. If I really wanted more out of life, I had to embrace a new way.”

“And has it worked? Does being with the Hellfire Club give you everything you want?”

Sage paused for a moment before doing something she rarely did. She smiled. It caught Piotr off guard, but he smiled back.

“It doesn’t give me everything, but it gives me plenty. I do work that has a far reaching impact on the state of the world. I follow my passions in a way I was never able to before. I also enjoy special comforts here that I never enjoyed before, but have come to love.”

“What kind of comforts?” asked Piotr curiously.

Sage’s smile widened. Then to his surprise, she leaned forward and kissed him. It was such a change from a woman who always looked so emotionless if not mechanical. But it got the point across and the young man soon found himself kissing back.

At her old job at SHIELD, Sage rarely had time for a personal life let alone exploring the pleasures of sex. Here at the Hellfire Club she not only rediscovered her love of the sensual, she got to experience new heights of pleasure thanks to Xavier’s creative ways of using telepathy and Selene’s magic. It was not lost on her that Piotr had yet to experience these feelings. But everyone in the Inner Circle had come to know them well. So keeping with that spirit she decided that she would be the one to introduce it to him.

“I could tell you,” she said upon parting from their kiss, “But I’d rather show you.”

Sage then got off the bed and started removing her clothes. Piotr blushed at such a sight, but she was very casual about it. She was in her Hellfire uniform so she didn’t have much to take off. After unzipping her black on purples corset and sliding out of her thong, she was almost completely exposed to him. Piotr couldn’t help but admire her shapely body. Her breasts were nice and full and she had such well-toned legs. Once she slid out of her stockings and gloves, she was completely naked and clearly aroused. Then she crawled on the bed and slipped her arms around his broad neck and shoulders.

“Miss…Miss Sage?” stammered Piotr.

“Please Peter, call me Sage,” he told him, “You know what this. The Hellfire Club is all about embracing your desires. This is just one of them. We also like making them extra special.”

“Special how?”

“Take off your clothes and you’ll see,” she grinned.

The Russian mutant grinned. The others told him he would have plenty of opportunities to enjoy sex while he was here. He might as well start now with the woman who introduced him to this place.

Sage helped him slide his shirt up over his head. And upon seeing his heavily muscled upper body, her mouth went dry. He was very strong for a man his age. She felt around his chiseled features, caressing the rock hard contours as she kissed down his rugged face and neck. The powerful Russian slipped his powerful arms around her, tracing down her womanly curves and grasping her well-shaped ass. Such a manly embrace made Sage very moist. She also noticed Piotr was getting pretty aroused as well.

As their lips and tongues wrestled and his hungry hands explored her body, Sage slipped her hands further down to undo his pants. She made quick work of them, tugging them hard and pulling them off along with his boxers. Now free, his already hard cock grew fully erect. She smiled at how big he was. His member was perfectly proportioned to his size, which was good for her. She loved men with dicks big enough to really stretch her out inside.

“I see you’re muscles aren’t the only part of you that’s oversized,” she said in a deep tone.

Piotr smiled and blushed. This woman may have been serious most of the time, but she still knew how to tease.

“Come on…give it to me,” she said intently.

“As you wish,” said Piotr in a deep, hungry tone.

He let Sage set the tone, laying down on his back while she crawled on top of him. They continued to kiss as she straddled his large waist. She rose up slightly and positioned herself over his cock. She then grabbed it by the base and guided it to her entrance. First she rubbed the tip around her outer folds a bit. He was pretty big so she had to be a little careful. Once ready, she plunged down onto his member. A hard, penetrating feeling followed and her body contorted to the feeling. He stretched her insides so well. It was every bit as good as she hoped for.

“Yes! That’s what I want!” she gasped.

“Miss Sage…” moaned Piotr.

Her pussy was so hot and tight. Piotr loved how it felt around his cock. It had been a while since he had been with a woman, but it quickly came back to him. He reached up and grasped her breasts as he began thrusting his pelvis in an upwards motion, bouncing the older woman at a nice steady rhythm. Sage gripped his waist and moved with the rhythm. She let Piotr know she liked it smooth and easy, emphasizing precise thrusts instead of mindless humping and he followed through with every movement.

They built up the pace. Sage’s grip tightened as she worked her hips harder. She rhythmically slammed her pelvis down against his, tensing her inner muscles with each motion. Piotr grunted each time her heat throbbed around his member. He was really giving into the feeling. He rose up into a sitting position and buried his face in her breasts, thoroughly kneading each fleshy orb with his powerful hands. This got Sage to moan louder. She was almost cumming and she sensed he was as well. But before they got to that point, she threw in something extra.

Tapping the power of her telepathy, Sage grasped the young man’s head and sent a powerful surge of blissful sensations into his mind. This caused Piotr to momentarily stop his thrusting, but he quickly resumed when he looked up to see what Sage was doing. Gazing into her eyes he felt her probing his psyche, stimulating sensations of pleasure he never knew existed. It was a strange, but wonderful feeling. And Sage shared in it.

“Uh-uh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” howled the Russian.

“Ohhhhhhh yeah-uh-uh-you feel that? Uh-that’s the sensation! It’s so good-ah-ah-so fucking good!”

The combination of physical and psychic intimacy sent them both over the edge. Piotr climaxed first. The rush of feelings was too strong for him to hold it in anymore. He grasped Sage’s breasts and let out a deep grunt as he shot his load into her pussy. The hot sensation around his cock was amplified by the sensations in his mind. It was truly something else. Sage kept working her hips, the hot fluids spilling out her insides as her flesh grinded against his. She did this until she got her orgasm as well. Her whole body shuttered at her release. Her feminine juices mixed with his cum. And even she gasped for air, she sensed in Piotr a hunger for more.

“My God…” gasped Piotr in a daze.

“Did you like that, Piotr?” asked Sage with a lustful smile.

“Oh yes…I liked it a lot,” he grinned.

“Want more?”

“If it’s alright with out.”

“Strong and polite…I like that,” she smiled.

She pinned him on his back again and assaulted his muscular body with her lips. Piotr was officially lost in lust. He wanted nothing more than to indulge in this feeling. It was a state of being only possible through the Hellfire Club and the young Russian was officially enticed.

Sage remained in control, thoroughly kissing over his manly flesh as if she were going over classified information from Xavier. Her computer-like mind extended to the way she had sex, tediously stimulating every area along the way. Piotr found it unusual, but he wasn’t complaining. He laid back and let her tease him until she reached his cock. He was still hard despite his last climax. But Sage got him fully erect again by giving him a good thorough blowjob. And she was just as thorough there as well. Piotr enjoyed the way she carefully teased every area of his shaft, thoroughly licking it from base to tip. All the while she fondled her pussy to get herself in the mood again. Soon, they were ready for a new round.

This time Piotr got on top. His imposing muscular body consumed Sage’s form. Even though she wasn’t small by any standard, compared to Piotr she was overmatched. She held onto his large biceps as he guided his cock back into her pussy. Her nails dug into his skin as thrust forward into her, his feet digging into his bed to really get up inside her. He picked up quickly on her likes. She rewarded him with more psychic waves. She remembered how amazed she was when Xavier taught her this. Only he didn’t have Piotr’s build when she slept with him and that added something.

Fueled by this new feeling Piotr and Sage fucked nice and hard for three rounds. Sage let him take over much of the pacing, shifting positions occasionally to mix it up a bit. She showed off her flexibility with the way she held her legs apart and hitched them around his imposing body. Piotr also showed off his strength, lifting her up effortlessly in her arms and bouncing her up and down his cock while she held onto his neck. His hard, forceful thrusting drove Sage to several intense orgasms. This man was definitely no stranger to sex, but she sensed he never took it this far. She kept encouraging him to let it out and embrace the feeling and he did so with great enthusiasm. Her psychic urgings and intoxicating sensuality drove him to new heights. He never went at it this long, but once he was into it there was no stopping him.

Upon nearing their last climax, they slowed things down a bit. Sage was on her back again, her legs hitched over his shoulders as Piotr thrust forward into her with great vigor. She kept using her psychic talents to add to the pleasure, but as she neared her climax she just closed her eyes and let Piotr do the rest.

“Uh-uh-uh-Peter-uh-so close-uh-almost-uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Uh-uh-Sage-uh-I-I-I’m cumming-uh-I’m cumming!” grunted Piotr as he went for the final push.

With several more thorough thrusts, Sage felt another orgasm wash over her. She arched her back and grasped her breasts, moaning as waves of pleasure consumed her. Piotr soon followed, closing his eyes and moaning as he released one last load of his cum inside her. He couldn’t believe how intense it was. Even after numerous other releases, it was still strong. He knew full well that normal people could go that far. Maybe it was because he really embraced his desires or Sage used her powers to keep it going, but whatever the reason it felt great and gave him a new appreciation for sex.

It was a powerful experience. Piotr Rasputin lay back on his bed, the beautiful Sage still in his arms, and let out a content sigh. He had no idea such pleasures were possible. Sage was right about making it special. She was also right about embracing his desires. It was just what he needed. His life had been such a struggle from the farms of Siberia to the streets of chotic Russian cities. To come here, have a new life, and experience pleasure like this it was truly amazing. It was as good as sign as any that this was where he wanted to be. And this time nobody was going to take this happiness away from him.

For Sage, it was a fitting way to fully welcome Piotr into their ranks. She was the first associate of the Hellfire Club he met and she was the first woman he tasted this powerful pleasure with. Xavier told her she had been working too hard. A good fuck was just what she needed. And Piotr was a nice change from the mindless Hellfire studs she usually enjoyed. She saw him as a great asset to the organization. As she rested her tired body next to his, she moaned blissfully. It was good to have some muscle in the Inner Circle and not just for the strength part. She had been skeptical about these newcomers at first, but Piotr showed they had potential. Maybe they would become full-fledged members of the Inner Circle one day. Only time would tell.

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Up next: Remy Lebeau makes a deal with the Hellfire Club and Xavier pays a visit to James Poundstar.