New Blood III: Triumph of Darkness

New Blood
Chapter 10: Despair and Destruction

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Remy’s Condominium

It was eerily quiet in Remy’s upscale condominium as Remy, Ororo, and Deadpool casually sat in his living room playing poker. The mood was tense and uneasy. And as the sun set outside and storm clouds gathered, an ominous feeling of foreboding dominated the three skilled thieves. Even Deadpool, who rarely took anything very seriously, understood the gravity of the situation. But as uneasy as they were, there was also a bit of anticipation.

This wasn’t just a casual get-together. They weren’t just hanging out and playing cards to pass the time. They were all waiting for something. They knew it was coming because Charles Xavier always tried to keep them in the loop. When something big went down, they were usually among the first to know. And something big was brewing. It was only a matter of time before it affected them. All they could do is wait for it to come and hope they had made the necessary preparations.

“Ha! Full house!” said Deadpool as he triumphantly showed his hand on the table.

“Pair of fives,” sighed Ororo in a melancholy tone as she revealed her cards.

“Three of a kind,” said Remy in a similar tone, “Looks like you win again, Wade.”

“Jeez you guys! Could you at least try to make this game interesting?” exclaimed the merc with a mouth, “I know everything is going to hell right now, but at least pucker up for the last few hours! Who knows? It could be our last!”

“That’s nothing to joke about,” said Ororo distantly, “We all know what’s going to happen to us. We all got the same emergency call from the Hellfire Club.”

“No shit, beautiful. But come on! We knew it was inevitable! Why get all bent out of shape about it?”

“Didn’t you promise you would try and take this seriously, home?” said Remy, not amused by Deadpool’s attitude like he usually was.

“I am taking this seriously! I’m just trying to boost those spirits of yours! If this is going to go down we might as well get through it with a smile!”

Ororo and Remy rolled their eyes. Even in the face of such a grave threat, Deadpool’s obnoxious persona persisted. They shouldn’t have been surprised. Maybe it was just the tension of the moment affecting them. It almost made them envy the merc with a mouth because his unstable mind seemed like a nice escape from moments like this.

“Now what do you say we turn those frowns upside down and play a little Texas Hold ‘Em?” said Deadpool as he started shuffling the cards, “We can even do a little strip poker of that’ll perk you guys up!”

“How about we just stick to chips?” muttered Ororo.

”Ah you’re no fun!”

“Just deal the dang cards,” said Remy.

Deadpool shrugged and began dealing. But before they could begin their game there was a firm knock on Remy’s door. The Cajun checked the clock. They were earlier than he and Ororo anticipated. But that didn’t matter to them. They might as well get this over with.

“That who I think it is? Or did you call a hooker?” said Deadpool.

“It’s him,” said Remy, “Just keep dealing the cards and look defeated.”

“Dang, and here I was hoping for a hooker,” he said with a mock sigh.

The knocking persisted, but the three thieves didn’t answer. Finally, an ominous growl echoed from the other side and the door was literally kicked in by an imposing figure. It was Sabretooth and he was on the hunt again. Behind him, a group of Selene’s black masked Hellfire guards and some assassins from the Hand followed closely as he stormed into the opulent condo looking for his prey.

“Rrrrahhhhhhh! I know you punks are in here! Come on out and we’ll make this quick!”

The feral mutant traced their scents up to this room and was expecting them to put up a major fight. That Selene lady told him these guys were master thieves and could pose a major challenge. But to his surprise they weren’t trying to hide or anything. They were just sitting in the living room playing cards.

“The hell?!” he growled with the Hellfire and Hand guards right behind him.

“Hey there stranger! You want in?” said Deadpool casually, not paying attention to all the guns and swords pointed at him.

“What the hell is this?!”

“It’s a pedicure salon that caters to high end clients with body hair problems,” the merc answered playfully, “Hair is not despair. That’s our motto. We’re closed now, but if you want to make an appointment we can squeeze you in sometime between tomorrow and next Tuesday.”

Sabretooth growled menacingly. Ororo and Remy couldn’t help but laugh a little. As obnoxious as Deadpool was, he knew how to push someone’s buttons. And this guy didn’t like to be pushed. They didn’t budge, even as the feral mutant came over to their table and slammed his fists down so hard he broke it in half. It got their attention and stopped the game.

“Guess we’re playing charades now,” shrugged Deadpool.

“Shut up!” roared Sabretooth, “One more word and I’ll peel your skin off and rip your organs out one by one!”

“I’m flattered. But I don’t swing that way,” grinned Wade, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

Sabretooth was about to rip this man to pieces. But then Ororo stepped in. As entertaining as it was to see Deadpool drive this man crazy, she knew what this was and she wanted to get it over with.

“Enough!” she said, using some wind to blow them apart, “We know why you’re here. I take it someone from the Hellfire Club sent you.”

“Finally, someone with half a brain!” said Sabretooth as he turned to Ororo, “Yeah, they sent me. They said you guys are Xavier’s top mercs. And you won’t work with anybody except him.”

“The big man likes to flatter us, but you be right, homme,” said Remy as he started casually shuffling a deck of cards, “But he ain’t the one who sent you, is he?”

“Someone else has a brain too! Maybe you guys aren’t as dumb as you look,” grinned Sabretooth, “Xavier didn’t send me. Hell, Xavier isn’t going to be sending anybody from now on.”

There was a heavy silence among the thieves. They didn’t show much emotion, but the revelation did strike them just as Sabretooth expected.

“So…you killed him?” said Ororo.

“I wish,” he grinned, “Let’s just say there’s been a little…accident. Now the new boss is looking to clean up his messes. That’s what you three are.”

Remy stopped shuffling his cards, but he didn’t get up from his chair and neither did Deadpool or Ororo. They watched as the Hellfire guards and Hand assassins surrounded them, their guns pointed right at their heads. With just one order they could blow them all away. They probably had all the windows and exits covered as well. There was no escape.

“So let Remy see if he understands the situation here…” said the Cajun, “You bring this army here to let us know Xavier’s dead and someone else is runnin’ the show now. And whoever it is they clearly don’t trust us. So either we gotta start working for you guys or all these nice hommes with the guns is gonna blow us all away. Is Remy right so far?”

“Almost,” grinned Sabretooth, “But you’re wrong about one part. The new order isn’t offering you the chance to work for them. They know you’ll never take it. You’re all too soft for Xavier to work for anybody else.”

“So what then? You’re just here to kill us?” said Ororo bitterly.

“What do you think all these guns are for babe? But if I know you guys wouldn’t even put up a fight, I would have come alone! You punks are pretty fucking stupid! You knew we were gonna come after you and you didn’t do squat!”

The three thieves scorned the imposing mutant. This man was a far cry from the kind of people Xavier recruited. Whoever was running the Hellfire Club now had a piss poor sense of judgment. If they knew anything about them and the way Xavier operated, they would have known they wouldn’t make it this easy for them. That would make what they were about to do all the more satisfying.

Then to Sabretooth’s ire, the three thieves smiled. It was unexpected and even a little disturbing. That’s when his heighten senses picked up on something he missed earlier.

“You’re right. We did know you were coming,” said Ororo, “And we know what you are going to do to us even if we tried to run. But that doesn’t mean we didn’t do anything to prepare.”

“What kind of master thieves would we be if we didn’t?” added Remy, “Just because we can’t get away don’t mean we can’t fight back. Deadpool, you wanna show em now?”

“Aye captain! Next stop…Hell! Hahaha!” proclaimed Deadpool.

With a deranged look on his face, Deadpool reached into his pockets and pulled out two small remote controls. And before Sabretooth or any of his henchmen could pounce he pushed one of the buttons. A deafening bang followed.

BOOM!

The entire area surrounding the living room erupted in a burst of flames. Several high powered bombs went off simultaneously, destroying each surrounding room and taking out much of the force Sabretooth brought with him. Other bombs went out outside and around the areas, taking out more henchmen who had been watching the perimeter. He even heard explosions rumbling from a few floors below, most likely Ororo’s apartment where he had more forces stationed. No doubt they were taken out as well. The initial blast blew them all back. Remy and Ororo were knocked out cold and took some heavy shrapnel. They could have been dead for all Sabretooth could figure. More bombs went off all around them, taking out other parts of the building and leaving no room for Sabretooth’s forces to escape.

The only place where bombs didn’t go off was the living room where it started. It was as if they specifically made it so everything around them would explode, leaving a small opening around them. Sabretooth, having been blown back against the wall groaned as his healing factor kicked in and he rose up. Fires had broken out all around him and many of the Hand assassins and elite guards lay dead in piles of charred flesh. With blood dripping down his face he narrowed his gaze on the thieves. Ororo and Remy were out, but Deadpool was still conscious. He looked bloodied as well, but he was still grinning and laughing like a madman. It was then he noticed the second remote.

“Thanks for dropping by, Sabey! Send the new crew my regards! It’s been a blast! Hahahahaha!” proclaimed Deadpool.

“Oh fuck,” groaned Sabretooth.

Deadpool hit the button on the remote and one last bomb went off. This time it was right under them. A huge explosion engulfed the room in flames, consuming all the forces Sabretooth brought with him and blowing him out a nearby window. He fell over thirty stories to the hard pavement below, landing on a car and crushing it with his body weight. Half his body was charred and he was in a world of pain. He growled in a rage. Now he wouldn’t get a chance to tear those punks up limb from limb as they had probably been incinerated by the blast.

As he rolled off the crushed car, Sabretooth looked up to see the extent of the devastation to the condominium. Those thieves went all out. They didn’t just rig their areas to blow. They rigged the whole thing. It was now a towering inferno, burning brightly in the evening sky. He could already hear panicked cries for help and fire alarms in the distance. It was not the kind of outcome he expected. Selene just sent him there to finish off those thieves, but they had to make it difficult for him. Even though he lost plenty of good Hellfire and Hand forces, at least he could be certain they had been taken out.

Even as his body started healing from the wounds he stumbled off into a nearby alley so he could avoid the crowds that were gathering around. He then took out his communicator and contacted Selene.

“Hey lady, it’s me!” he growled, still stinging from the burns.

“Sabretooth! What’s going on over there? Nearly all my links with the other men just went dead!”

“It was those punks!” growled Sabretooth, “They knew we were coming so they rigged the place to blow! I don’t think any of the men you sent are coming back in one piece!”

Over the line he heard Selene utter a series of curses. She was no more amused by this student then he was. But he figured the losses would be acceptable to her so long as the job was done.

“Don’t worry. They’re still dead,” said Sabretooth, “They didn’t want to be taken alive and they wanted to take some people with them.”

“I should have expected as such from Xavier’s loyal cronies. And it’s too bad. I had such elaborate plans to torture them.”

“Want me to bring back some body parts?”

“Don’t bother. We have other concerns at the moment. Let the authorities stumble about from here and return to the manor. We’re about to move forward and you won’t want to miss what I have planned.”

“I won’t. You can count on it,” said Sabretooth with a sadistic grin, “What about that ‘compensation’ we talked about?”

“It’s almost ready. Just get back here and do your job! We’re about to move forward.”

“I can’t wait.”

Despite his lingering injuries, Sabretooth ran off into the dreary evening. He had done his part. He killed the people Selene wanted him to kill. Now it was time to get collect his payment for such services. Only this time it would be something much more valuable than money. This time he would get vengeance, something he had been denied for many years. He longed for the day when he would get to torment the one he hated most. At long last that day had come and he wasn’t going to miss it.

Selene’s Torture Chamber

There was a saying among the Inner Circle. When given a choice between the eternal pits of Hell and Selene’s torture chambers, only the wise choose Hell. The Black Queen’s talents for torture were legendary. Her chambers had heard countless screams of those doomed to her torment. Usually her chambers were reserved for those whom the Hellfire Club deemed guilty of the greatest transgressions. But tonight was different. After years of sending others to be tortured in these chambers, the young pawns of the Hellfire Club were to be victims themselves.

“Time to wake up!” said a cold, commanding voice voice.

Suddenly, the group of pawns was abruptly woken up from their unconscious state when a group of Selene’s elite masked guards threw buckets of ice cold water on them. Among the victims were Scott, Jean, Piotr, Rogue, Warpath, Pietro, Logan, Mystique, Bobby, Jubilee, Kitty, Sam, Lorna, Laura, and Julian. And when they awoke they were met with a dismal and disturbing sight. They were all bound by their wrists with metal shackles and that were hanging from the ceiling. They all hung suspended in a large circle around the perimeter of the dank and dingy chamber. They had all been stripped naked, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. They were also powerless, the same powerful spell that Selene had cast back at the pier still lingering. It was a cold, sickening feeling. And there was no escape.

Standing in the center of the circle were Selene and those that followed her. Standing by her were Wanda, Alex, Tabitha, Kurt, Warren, Betsy, and Roberto. Monet was also present but she was standing off in a corner with Magneto and Emma. There were also dozens of Selene’s elite guards, each wearing black masks. Some were men, but there were a few women as well, most likely some sex workers Selene had trained. There were also a number of some of the Hand’s top assassins, who were also wearing masks. The other pawns were outnumbered and powerless, leaving them at the mercy of Selene’s wrath.

“Ungh…what’s going on?” groaned Jubilee as her vision cleared.

“Oh no…please tell me this is a dream,” lamented Julian.

“It’s no dream, I assure you,” said Wanda, using her hex powers to shut them up, “You all know where you are and you know what this is. So don’t bother trying to escape.”

“To hell with that!” growled Laura as she immediately started thrashing about.

Right next to her was Logan and he started struggling as well.

“Rrrrrrr, when I get my hands on you…” he growled.

“You’ll do nothing and you damn well know it,” grinned Roberto.

“Yeah, we’re through taking orders from you guys!” said Tabitha, “You think we were just going to take being second rate pawns forever? I mean seriously, what do you take us for?”

“You’re a fool! You’re all fools! You’re trusting Selene for crying out loud!” exclaimed Jean.

“We’re trusting the side of darkness, not Xavier’s pitiful concept of balance and reason” said Wanda strongly, “And now he’s dead and so are his ways. Mistress Selene is the one with the power now and you’ll answer to her!”

“Fuck you, Wanda!” shot Rogue angrily as she struggled with her shackles, “Ah always knew you would screw us all over!”

“You might want to reconsider your choice of words, Rogue,” grinned Warren.

“Fuck you too, Warren!” she spat, “Fuck every last one of ya! You’re all traitors!”

“From where we’re standing, you’re the ones who are the traitors,” said Alex, “You made your choices and we made ours. You just made the wrong ones.”

“Alex, have you completely lost it?!” exclaimed Scott, “Why are you helping them?! Why are any of you helping this traitor?!”

“Enough!” bellowed Selene.

The Black Queen hit Scott, Rogue, and everybody else with a potent shock spell. They all let out pained groans as their bodies stung from the impact. They were already in enough pain from when Wanda knocked them out on the pier. But this was just the beginning.

Selene stepped forward to address each pawn. She started walking by each of them, her sadistic gaze drifting down their naked bodies. But they weren’t nearly as intimidated as her other victims were. These were not some ignorant prisoners. They were all trained in the ways of the Hellfire Club. They were hardened to brutality, violence, and sex. Even as she passed the younger pawns like Kitty, Julian, and Sam they looked defiant. But even the most hardened would fall to her torment.

“You’re all pathetic,” she told them sternly, “You and Xavier were set in your ways. You were willing to do anything for him. You blindly followed his philosophies because they seemed more reasonable. You were all willing to embrace your inner darkness. You’ve killed and beaten your enemies into oblivion. But you never crossed the line. You never truly embraced the power of darkness in all its glory! And now it’s too late.”

“Is that what this is about?” scoffed Warpath, “We just weren’t dark enough for you?!”

“Hardly,” scoffed the Black Queen, “This isn’t about you or Xavier or even the Hellfire Club! This is about my goals! My plans! I’ve lived centuries on this planet working hard to attain that which is rightfully mine and when it is finally within my grasp, you and Xavier get in my way! Well tonight it ends here!”

“And let me guess…if we don’t reject Xavier and help you you’ll torture us to death?” said Mystique bitterly.

Most everybody cringed at that notion. Then the Black Queen walked over to the shape shifter and smiled sadistically.

“I don’t want or need your help. I could easily just kill you all and carry on without any issues whatsoever. But honestly, where’s the fun in that?”

The dark tone in her voice sent shivers through even the most hardened members. They watched as Selene returned to the center of the room where a table of ominous torture devices and mystical artifacts were laid out. She then took a whip and gripped it firmly.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” she began, “My minions and I are going to have our wicked way with you. We’re going to ravage every one of you until you’re of no further use to us. Then, slowly and painfully, we will cut, burn, and mutilate every last bit of your flesh until you’re nothing but a stain on my chamber floor! And only after you’ve suffered the worst pain and torment imaginable will I then allow you to embrace death’s sweet grasp!”

Even the toughest spirits couldn’t help but shutter at her words. They knew better than anybody that Selene never made a threat she couldn’t deliver on. But this wasn’t just a threat. It was a promise. She was going to rape and torture them to death in ways that defied description. Those that had been clinging to a fragile hope earlier were beginning to lose it.

“No…this is a bad dream!” said Kitty, closing her eyes and trying to wake up.

“I assure you, Katya, it’s no dream,” said Piotr, who was missing his strength right now.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Lorna said softy to herself.

“I can’t believe this is how it’s going to end,” said Bobby.

“You’re going to regret this, Selene!” yelled Warpath, remained defiant like the warrior he was, “I swear you’ll suffer from this!”

“You can beg and resist all you want, but it’ll do you no good,” said the Black Queen with a dark grin, “This is your fate and the fate of all those who oppose me! Accept it now and prepare for a long night of torment!”

Selene then stepped aside and let her apprentice, Wanda Maximoff, take it from there. Her eyes started glowing a bright purplish color, the same as her hex bolts, and she chanted several enchanted phrases to cast a spell. Suddenly a dark aura of purplish energy consumed each pawn. And when it hit them their world erupted in a fury of pain.

It was agony. Pained cries and grunts echoed through the walls. It was like every pain nerve was being shocked all at once and every ounce of control they had was being systematically shut down. Some tried to fight it, but nobody could resist. They were powerless and weak in the face of this assault. And Wanda took no chances. Her expression seethed with hatred and grit. She even intensified the power even after everybody stopped resisting. She didn’t care that she was doing this to her own brother and half sister. All that mattered was the carrying out the wrath of Selene.

For her and the rest of the Selene’s minions, it was a triumphant moment. But for Magneto and Emma, it was more than they bargained for.

“Wanda…what is she doing?” said Erik, watching with mixed emotions at the look in her eye.

“Just a little paralysis spell,” said Monet casually, “She’s been practicing it for a while now. It’ll keep these little dogs nice and submissive while we have fun with them.”

“Fun? You call this fun?” scoffed Magneto, “I was led to believe this was retribution! You never told me there would be this!”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” said Monet, “To see your enemies tremble and to wield power over the weak? Moreover, you’re seeing your own daughter take up the mantle. You should be proud.”

“But she’s tormenting her own brother! And Lorna!” he exclaimed.

“So what? They’re weak like the others. Shouldn’t they deserve the same wrath?”

Magneto was torn and enraged. He wanted his children to become strong and resolute, but he didn’t want them to become monsters. The look in Wanda’s eyes wasn’t that of strength, it was just plain cruelty. He could see it being done to an enemy, but he didn’t even know many of these young mutants and some might not even have anything to do with his imprisonment. That was not his way. And watching Wanda torture her own family was crossing a line. He had his disagreements with Pietro, but he never would resort to this. He couldn’t let this continue.

But just as he stepped forth, Selene emerged from the circle and stood in his way. She had a feeling this might happen, but luckily she prepared for it.

“You’re not having second thoughts now, Erik?” she said menacingly.

“This isn’t what I wanted! You didn’t tell me this would devolve into such…such madness!” he said, his eyes locked on Wanda.

“Madness? Ha! Madness is only freedom from constraint,” laughed Selene, “To become mad is to truly become free! And powerful!”

“You’re testing my patience, Selene! Stop this now or I will!” the master of magnetism demanded.

“No you won’t,” grinned the Black Queen, “In fact, I think you’re going to join us.”

Then Selene unexpectedly lunged forth and pulled Magneto into a powerful kiss. It caught the old man off guard, but as soon as her lips made contact with his a new energy surged through him. Then Selene whispered a spell into his ear and he felt something he never felt before.

“Augh!” Magneto groaned as he clutched his head.

His eyes flashed red and his poise weakened. Deep within the recesses of his vulnerable and damaged mind, a now power seized his will. It was a power guided by Selene. It was a potent mind control and love spell, similar to the one she used on Kirigi. It took a weak or damaged mind and Magneto, for his years of isolation and tyrannical madness, was plenty damaged. So once she took hold, she didn’t let go.

“Now then…are we going to have any problems?” she asked coyly.

“Nnn…no,” he said, sounding like he was struggling with his own will.

“Are you going to behave and partake in the festivities?”

“Y-yes,” said the old holocaust survivor.

“Good, then disrobe and get ready. We’re going to have some fun!”

Emma Frost watched on in a mix of shock and anxiety. Magneto was one of the most powerful mutants on the planet. He had been able to evade psychic manipulation from Charles Xavier for years and yet with just one spell, the Black Queen took control of his will. And now he was her puppet. It was a fitting tactic, taking control of the master of magnetism after luring him into her game and getting him to fight the others. Now she was the only one left who wasn’t under her control, leaving her in a very precarious position.

“Do you have anything else to add, Emma?” asked Monet, who started taking her clothes off.

Emma was silent for a moment, her eyes fixated on the others.

“No,” she answered flatly.

“Are you going to join us? I’ve arranged for you to have some personal time with Scott and Jean. You’ll get to do whatever you want to them.”

Emma’s gaze became fixated on Scott and Jean, each of who were groaning in pain as Wanda hexed them. The whole reason went along with Monet was because she wanted them to suffer for what they did to her. And now they were suffering and would surely suffer more. But it didn’t make her feel vindicated as she wanted. It didn’t make her feel any better whatsoever. All she could think about was the cold hard reality. She helped Selene kill Charles Xavier, the only man she ever truly respected. She had done a lot of bad things in her life and never felt all that guilty about any of them. But this time, she couldn’t escape it.

“I need some space,” she told Monet.

“You sure? They might be a little worn out after a while,” she said with a sadistic grin.

“I’ll be back,” said Emma, “I just…need to get a way for a moment.”

“Suit yourself,” shrugged Monet, “But don’t go too far. The manor is locked down.”

“I know,” she said, hugging her shoulders bitterly, “Believe me, I’m not going anywhere.”

Emma slipped away, passing by the others as they kept groaning in pain. She tried to shut it out, but it was harder than she expected. And just as she was about to leave the chamber, she caught a glimpse of Scott and Jean. Both were in agony, but they were still able to push through it and look at her. And in their eyes she saw pure anger and hatred. They knew she helped with this. She was just as much a traitor as Selene. And that hatred, especially from Scott, hurt her more than she ever could have imagined.

Closing her eyes and shutting it out, Emma opened the chamber and retreated to the halls outside. There she started taking deep breaths and sank to the floor with her back against the wall. She could still hear the pained groans from inside. A mix if anger and sorrow came over her. She put her hands over her ears and tried to shut it out. But it was no use. She couldn’t get over what she had done. Now Selene would have her way.

Back inside the chamber, Wanda finally halted her assault. When it was over, the former pawns went limp. Their bodies hung weakly from the chains, having been stripped of their strength and will to resist. Many were still groaning from the lingering pain. But this was just the beginning.

“Nice job, my apprentice,” grinned Selene, “Now for the fun part! Is everybody ready?”

“Yes, Mistress,” they all said in unison.

“Then let’s get warmed up. You know what to do.”

They all nodded and removed their clothes. Soon Kurt, Wanda, Warren, Betsy, Alex, Tabitha, Roberto, and Monet all stood naked with their mistress, who had disrobed as well. The rest of the guards also got undressed, stripping everything off except their masks. Then one by one, the guards took each prisoner and undid the chains binding their wrists. They then let the naked bodies of the former pawns fall limply onto the cold hard floor. They were all still conscious, but very much weakened. It looked as though they were trying to move, but their bodies wouldn’t let them.

“Can’t…move,” grunted Laura.

“Of course you can’t,” grinned Selene, “Your bodies have been fully paralyzed. This should keep you nice and docile while my guards have a little fun! But first, let us set the mood. Wanda, if you please.”

Wanda stepped forward again and did the honors. She chanted another around of phrases to cast a spell. Her eyes started glowing again, this time a bright pinkish red color. That same hue of energy shot out and engulfed the pawns. They all let out a groan of discomfort as a new energy came over them. Only this was different than before. This time they felt an awkward shift within their bodies. It was as if something was reaching inside them and directing their bodily functions against their will. The functions it focused on were all sexual. The men felt their dicks rapidly harden and the women felt their lower regions heat up and moisten. It was awkward and a little painful, carrying with it a sick sense of violation and an utter loss of control. Moreover, they were all kept fully conscious and aware of it so they could experience every moment of what was about to happen to them.

“Hnnn…my body,” groaned Jubilee.

“Why…why does it hurt?” said Pietro, feeling a pain in his arousal.

“There’s always a fine line between pain and pleasure. I’m just giving it a nudge in the right direction!” Selene said intently as she walked up to the speedster, “Now let torture begin!”

The pawns could do nothing other than brace themselves. They knew Selene’s guards were going to rape and brutalize them. All they could do was hold on and try and get through it. They watched as Selene’s guards followed their master’s orders. The men split up into pairs of two and took a woman. Each of the female guards took a man. Because of their paralyzed state they couldn’t move so the guards grabbed them if they were rag dolls. They then positioned them and in a rough, dominating manner they started raping them. Soon grunts and cries of pain and pleasure started echoing through the chamber.

The male guards were especially rough with the women. Jean Grey was lifted from the floor and propped up between two muscular guards with one fucking her ass and the other ramming into her pussy. Rogue was pinned on her back with one man in front of her hammering into her vagina while another man grabbing her breasts and shoving his erect member between them. Mystique was pinned right next to her daughter in the same position with one of the guards in front fucking her pussy and a guard to her side, grabbing her face and shoving his member into her mouth. Jubilee was taken by two men and pinned against a wall with one guard behind ramming his member up into her butt while another bent down and roughly fondled her pussy while licking her breasts. Kitty was forced on top of a guard where she was held upright with her wet folds positioned over his erect member and then literally shoved down onto it. And just as the man started bouncing her up and down, ramming his cock in and out of her folds, the other guard grabbed her face and shoved his dick into her mouth, forcing her to give him oral sex while she was being fucked. Lorna was put in a similar position next to Kitty. She was forced down on top of one of the guards, who promptly grabbed her hips and shoved his dick up into her pussy. Then she was forced down so another guard could get on top of her and start fucking her in the butt, sandwiching her in between them. Laura was positioned on her hands and knees with one guard getting behind and roughly thrusting into her cunt while another guard got in front of her and forcefully humped her face, making her suck him off.

“Uh-uh-uh-ah-ah-ohhhhhhhh stop-uh-it hurts-uh-it hurts!” some of them cried.

“Shut up and take it like the whores you are!” yelled Warren.

While the men brutalized the women, the female guard went to work on the men. In their paralyzed, vulnerable states they were each laid out on their backs with their ridged members standing erect. Then with a dark and sadistic lust, the women got on top of them and pinned them hard by their arms. They then plunged down onto their erect cocks and started riding them hard, filling themselves with pleasure and the men with pain.

Scott was held down on his back while a female guard dug her nails into his shoulders and rhythmically bounced up and down his member, forcing him to thrust up into her. Piotr was lying next to him, also pinned on his back with a guard facing a away and grinding her hips back and forth, painfully bending his dick as she worked it up and inside her. James was pinned hard as well with a female guard riding his cock vigorously while she also clawed and scratched her nails down his chest, adding to the pain and damaging the once invulnerable mutant. Pietro, for being Wanda’s brother and Magneto’s son, got some special treatment from two female guards. One got on top of him and started riding his dick with the kind of speed and force he usually mustered with his powers while another woman straddled his face and forced him to eat her out, literally shoving his head into her. Logan also got some rough treatment from a particularly tall and muscular woman who mounted him and began slamming her hips down against his nice and hard, causing further discomfort and making him howl. Bobby was held down next to him with a particularly voluptuous guard, riding him hard. But as she did she leaned over and bit around his nipples and shoulders, causing more pain and leaving nasty marks. Sam was pinned with his back up against a wall where a female guard straddled his hips and worked them roughly against him, forcing him back into the hard wall and causing more pain with each movement. Julian was double teamed by a couple of women with one bouncing up and down his ridged member with her feet planted firmly next to his hips while another one forced him up slightly and made him lick and suckle the woman’s breasts in a show of dominance.

“Uh-uh-augh-uh-augh-oh fuck-augh-oh fuck it hurts-uh-it fucking-ahhhhh!” grunted the men as more pain washed over them.

“Of course it hurts,” grinned Wanda, “We’re the ones taking all the pleasure. So you’re left with the pain! Ha!”

It wasn’t like normal sex in any respect. Where they would usually feel pleasure, they would feel pain. Every sensation, every movement of their bodies, and every fleshly sensations was turned from bliss to agony. It was like the signals from their bodies were being redirected along the way to be taken as pain. It made this feeling of violation, humiliation, and domination even worse. It was bad enough they were being forced to do these things, but Selene had to use magic to make sure they felt more pain as they did it. It was the kind of torture that weakened the mind, body, and spirit all at once. And their suffering was their tormenter’s ecstasy.

As the male guards raped the women and the female guards ravaged the men, Selene’s minions gathered around to admire the sight and sounds. Kurt stood between Rogue and Mystique, watching with a hallowed expression as they were raped. He wasn’t at all affected by it. The darkness had taken hold. And yet he didn’t seem to relish in it like the others. He just accepted it. Warren was a bit more active in his observations, standing over Kitty as she was bounced up and down by the guards. At times he slapped her butt and grabbed her face, forcing her to suck the guard off harder. Betsy was next to him, standing over Piotr as was ravaged. Even in her submissive state, she relished the feeling of being in control after having been the victim for so long. Soon she was seething with the same dark lust as Warren and occasionally struck the imposing Russian to get herself going.

Alex loomed over his brother and Jean, watching with a sick sense of satisfaction as the brother who held him back since his arrival was humiliated and ravaged along with his lover. Now he was the one with the power and he loved it. Tabitha felt it too as she loomed over Sam, who became somewhat of a leader among the young pawns and always seemed to criticize her for her rebellious nature. Now criticism was the last thing on his mind and she loved watching him struggle. Roberto hovered over Jubilee and Laura, listening as they moaned and grunted as the men fucked them. He kept telling them to do them harder, loving the commanding feeling he had over them. It was just like his father described, only better. Monet was next to him, looming over Julian and barking more orders to really push the young man’s limits. Being the perfectionist she was, she wanted to leave nothing to chance. And unlike all her previous endeavors, she had an unparalleled power over someone. It was a rush she never got before and one she savored every second of.

For Wanda, it was an especially powerful moment. She was hovering over Pietro and Lorna with her father by her side, who was still dazed from the spell Selene put on him. She bore no compassion for her family. To them they were more than just traitors to her mistress. They were traitors to her and everything she stood for. So she made it especially unpleasant for them, hitting them with hex bolts as they were raped.

“Yes! Yes! Yeeessssss!” she seethed, “Take it! Take the wrath you’ve earned yourselves for opposing me!”

“Ahhhhhhhh Wanda-ah-ha-augh-Wanda please stop this!” cried Lorna, “Ah-ah-augh-think about what you’re doing!”

“I know what I’m doing!” she proclaimed, “And father knows as well. He’s in agreement that all those who oppose us, even family, must suffer. Isn’t that right, father?”

Magneto’s expression tensed, showing signs of mental struggle. But he still answered.

“Y-yes,” he grunted.

“Augh!” groaned Pietro as another hex bolt hit him, “Ah-ah-augh-ah-Father-ah-you-ah-you are weak!”

His words did little to change his father’s demeanor. He just kept watching as the guards raped them and Wanda hexed them, showing no emotion or concern. It seemed as though he was under their power as well, lost in the darkness.

At the center of it all, Selene loomed over Warpath as the female guards continued to ravage him. By now he had scratch marks all over his upper body. Being the tough Apache warrior he was, he endured better than the others. But Selene always loved a challenge and this was just setting the stage.

“Yes! YES! That’s it! Fuck them harder! Fuck them faster! Get rough with them! Show them true dominance!”

“Ah-ah-augh-ahhhhhhhh!” they all howled and moaned.

Using more magic, Selene pushed the male and female guards to doing it harder and holding out longer. It built up their orgasms, magnifying the pleasure. And the more intense the pleasure they felt, the more intense the pain was for the others. As they drew near it was unbearable. Even Warpath struggled to fight it.

“Augh-uh-uh-augh-ahhhhhhhhhh!” the Apache mutant exclaimed.

“That’s it my minions! Cum together! Fill them up!” she commanded, “Oh and ladies, I took the liberty of deactivating your birth control implants! Before you die you might as well take a chance at being knocked up! Ha!”

This revelation horrified the women even more. Some started struggling again, but it was no use. The men were going to fill them up inside and nothing would be protecting them from pregnancy. And knowing Selene, she might just keep them alive long enough for them to suffer through it. The violation and humiliation added to the pain. Soon the guards were all climaxing. They remained stern and cold. The men let out sharp grunts as they blew their loads inside the women and the women let out moans of ecstasy as they got their climax with the men. It was ecstasy for them, agony for the others. And even after it passed, the men were still hard and the women were still wet, kept going by Selene’s magic. It was an ominous sign that this was just the beginning.

“Ahhhhhh-ah-he’s cumming up inside me!” cried Kitty.

“Oh stop you’re whining!” spat Selene, “That was just a warm-up! Now it’s our turn! My minions, you know what to do! Go ahead and enjoy yourselves!”

“With pleasure, Mistress!” they all said in unison.

The female guard who had been ravaging Warpath got off to let Selene position herself over him. James Poundstar, as tough a warrior he was, couldn’t help but be struck by the dominating nature of this woman. He was already reeling from the first round. But he had a feeling Selene was going to be much rougher.

“All great warriors eventually surrender,” said Selene in a dominating tone as she mounted him, “Your time has come!”

“Fuck…you,” grunted Warpath in defiance.

“Ha! Some warrior you are. Let’s see how you handle true darkness!”

The Black Queen gripped his shoulders firmly, digging her nails into some of the scratch marks left behind in the process. Then she roughly slammed her hips down against his, plunging his still erect cock into her tight depths. She let out a sickening moan of satisfaction, savoring in the domination and the dark bliss that consumed her. Warpath could only grunt in pain, watching as this sinister woman ravaged him.

Following her Mistress’s lead, Wanda had something in mind to torment Pietro and Lorna as well. She ordered the male and female guards off of them and hit them with another hex bolt. This time she levitated their limb bodies in the air, moving in closer so she could see both their dazed and confused faces. They looked pretty out of it. But she wasn’t going to let up.

“Wanda…” groaned Pietro.

“Save your breath. You’ll be needing it!” she grinned, “Given you are family, I’ll give you some special treatment. And since you and Lorna have become so close, why not get even closer?”

Neither one of them liked what that implied. But Wanda didn’t give them much time to think about it. Using her hex powers, she rearranged their bodies so that Lorna was on her hands and knees and Pietro was behind her propped up on his knees. They trembled at what she was about to have them do, but there was no stopping her. Their bodies were at the mercy of her powers.

“No…not this!” gasped Lorna.

“Please Wanda…don’t make me do this,” said Pietro.

“Too late, dear brother,” she said in a cold tone.

Clenching her fist, she forced Pietro to put his hands on Lorna’s hips and drive his cock into her wet folds. They each let out sharp grunts as the pain and sickening feeling of what they were doing overtook them. Wanda was making her own brother fuck her half sister. It was a cold, hard feeling that left them disgusted on every level. But they could not escape. Guided by the whims of Wanda’s hex bolts, Pietro began moving his hips back and forth along with Lorna in a dominating display of sexual servitude.

“Yes! Fuck her, Pietro! Fuck your half-sister! Fuck her!” she commanded.

Wanda watched as their bodies moved to the rhythm while their faces contorted with pain and disgust. Magneto watched as well, still as hallowed and dazed as before. But even his expression contorted to such a lurid sight. Watching this was so overwhelming she could no longer resist her own arousal. While maintaining control of her siblings, she turned to the man and woman who had ravaged Pietro and Lorna earlier.

“You there!” she said, pointing to the woman, “Get up against the wall and let my father fuck you.”

The woman nodded and did as she was told.

“Go ahead, father. Join in the fun!” grinned Wanda.

Magneto nodded tenuously and did as she commanded. He walked over to the woman, grabbed her by the rear, and rammed his erect dick up inside her. The old man grunted deeply, driving by the dark feeling Selene forced into him. Soon he found himself pounding into the woman almost as hard as Pietro was pounding into Lorna. It was an invigorating sight for Wanda, who loved having this kind of power over her family.

“You!” she said to the man, “Get on you back.”

The man wisely obeyed and did as she said. And while keeping a firm hold on Pietro and Lorna, she straddled the pelvis of the masked guard while facing away from him and plunged down onto his erect dick. Then in a seething sexual fury she began riding him while keeping her eye on Pietro and Lorna the entire time. She made sure they felt pain while she felt pleasure. It was the perfect way to torture them.

“Yes-yes-yeeeesssssssss!” she cried out as she rode the guard, “Feel it-uh-feel the torment-uh-it feels so fucking good!”

Wanda was in ecstasy, tormenting her family and enjoying herself. Next to her, Kurt followed her lead. He ordered the men off Rogue and Mystique and hovered over them, taking in their dazed and pained expressions. He didn’t relish in them like Wanda did, but he was completely unaffected and without remorse. It was disturbing and disheartening.

“Kurt…stop this now!” said Mystique, trying to use whatever parental authority she might have left.

“It’s too late for zhat, mother,” he said flatly as he loomed over Rogue, “I have no choice.”

“Yes you do!” exclaimed Rogue, “We’re…we’re your family, Kurt! Snap out of it!”

“I’m sorry, my sister. But I have to do zhis.”

Kurt shifted Rogue’s naked body so she was now lying flat on her back. Then he grabbed her legs and held them apart. Rogue watched helplessly as he positioned himself over her and guided his erect member to her vagina. Then without hesitation he thrust into her and began fucking her hard. Rogue couldn’t believe it. Her own foster brother was raping her. She tried to shut it out, but that was all but impossible. Kurt just kept hammering into her, showing no emotion or remorse.

“Rogue…” said Mystique in horror, “Kurt stop this! She’s your sister!”

“Uh-uh-not by blood,” seethed Kurt as he rammed into her further.

“Damn it, Kurt! Stop this or I’ll…”

“Please don’t resist, mother,” said Kurt as he slowed down briefly, “Mistress Selene has already planned something for you.”

Kurt then turned towards Wanda, who was still riding the guard while manipulating Pietro and Lorna. She then gave the signal for a new presence to enter. From a small concealed door behind where Mystique was lying helplessly, an imposing presence stepped forth. It was a presence Mystique recognized all too well and one Logan, who was lying across from her, recognized as well.

“Heya bitch. Long time no see,” grinned Sabretooth.

“Victor?!” she exclaimed.

“Sabretooth!” growled Logan, who was still paralyzed and covered in bloodied bite marks, “I should have known you’d get caught up with scum like this!”

“Nice to see you too, Logan,” growled the feral mutant, “Man, when I heard you were here I was pumped enough! But when I heard my ex was here I just had to get involved.”

“Ex?! You’re crazy, Creed!” grunted Logan, who was still struggling to move.

“Am I?” growled Sabretooth and he hovered over the naked Mystique and affectionately caressed her face, “I take it you didn’t tell him about us. I’m kind of hurt. How can you not tell him all the stories about how you and me used to paint the town red all over Europe while you were just a gun for hire. We had a lot of fun together on and off the battlefield. You look just as hot naked as you did back then.”

“Shut up!” spat Mystique, “We…we had nothing! You used me to fight your own enemies!”

“That still didn’t mean you felt nothing for me, babe,” grinned Victor as he hungrily groped along her breasts, “Yeah, I used you. I needed someone like you to get to the enemies I had to get to. But you can’t deny you enjoyed it while it lasted. After all, you always had a weakness for brutes. Eh Wolverine?”

Logan growled in a rage. He didn’t want to believe a word of what he said. But the look on Raven’s face told the story. Her expression sank in a fit of sorrow and remorse. She wasn’t the kind of woman who regretted much, but this definitely seemed like something she wished she avoided. And once again, it came back to haunt her.

“Shut up! Say one more word and I’ll…”

“You ain’t gonna do nothing, cripple!” growled Sabretooth, “You’re going to lay there while I fuck this bitch long and hard! You just better pray you don’t feel anything for her because when I get through with her no amount of shape shifting will save her! Ha!”

Logan could only watch and snarl as Sabretooth ripped off his clothes and took the shape shifter’s limp body into his arms. He then laid her down, spread her legs nice and wide, and got on top of her so most of his imposing body weight was pressing down on her. Then with a feral snarl, he rammed his erect cock into her pussy in a hard, forceful motion. It was so hard Raven’s hold body contorted and she let out a groan of pain. But that only seemed to encourage Sabretooth as he began hammering into her with all his might.

“Rah-rah-rah-rahhhhhhhhhh-oh yeah, I missed this!” he howled, “You watchin’ this, Wolverinea?!”

Logan, despite his pained and paralyzed state, was furious. Watching his greatest nemesis ravage Raven, a women he had been getting closer to ever since Jean, was almost as painful as the torment he suffered. It was difficult to watch and endure. He wanted desperately to rise up and cut Creed down to shreds, but he was still paralyzed and helpless.

“CREED!” growled Logan in a rage.

“Ah could somebody shut him up?!” grunted Sabretooth as he kept fucking the shape shifter, “I’m busy here!”

“Perhaps I can help,” said Monet, who was nearby.

Logan turned slightly to see Monet looming over Julian and Laura. The guards were still fondling them, but Monet clearly had something else in mind. When Logan saw this woman he growled angrily at her, but she was unaffected.

“Better to something about that mouth of yours,” she said as she then turned to the guards, “Bring them over here. And get a gag!”

The two male and two female guards did as they were told, picking up Laura and Julian and bringing them over to where Logan was lying limply on the floor. Along the way one of the women picked up a gag from the table and gave it to Monet. Once in hand she grabbed Logan by his burly face and shoved it in and secured it so he couldn’t spit it out. She then looked over at Laura and Julian. It was then he figured out what she had in mind.

“Much better,” she said as she playfully swatted his face, “I’ve been working on my telepathy and I’ve been looking to test it. And since you and Laura are so close, why not get a little closer?”

Logan let out a muffled growl, but Monet ignored it and moved along with her plan. Using her telepathy, she ordered Logan and Laura’s bodies to get into a new position. It wasn’t as coordinated as Wanda’s hexing powers, but it worked. Laura lay down on her back and Logan got on his knees and grabbed her by the thighs. Then, without any control over his body, he guided his dick towards her entrance.

“Grrrrrrrr you bitch! You’re sick! You’re a coward! You and everybody like Selene!” grunted Laura, who was unable to resist.

“Looks like we’ll have to do something about your mouth as well,” grinned Monet.

Snapping her fingers, one of the male guards retrieved another gag for her. Then with Logan still hovering over her, Monet leaned in and gagged her so she wouldn’t give her any of that Wolverine-like lip that was so annoying. Once she was gagged she gave Logan the command to enter her, which he did with only minor resistance. Both he and Laura let out muffled growls, pained and sickened by what they were doing. Their bodies were acting without their minds. Logan was vigorously pounding into Laura’s cunt, his burly form roughly grinding against hers. It was sickening. Logan was fucking his clone, who was like family to him. And there was nothing he could do about it.

“Hahahaha!” laughed Sabretooth as he kept ravaging Mystique, “I always did tell you to go fuck yourself, but this is rich! Ha!”

Logan and Laura, gagged and paralyzed, tried not to look at one another as this was going on. They maintained their stern gaze, growling and grunting to shut the pain and the disgust out. All the while Julian and Mystique were watching. It was a lurid sight and one both Sabretooth and Monet found amusing. Julian thought he had seen some messed up things since he saw the Hellfire Club, but this was beyond description.

“Monet…you’re sick,” said Julian in a weakened tone.

“Oh so now you’re defending them? I should have figured. You always did have a soft spot for her,” scoffed Monet.

Laura looked over at Julian as her body jerked back and forth to Logan’s thrusting. He gave her a look of sorrow, showing he did care. It wasn’t something he showed often, but at a time like this it didn’t matter. She could only stare back, letting him know she understood. But Monet would exploit this.

“Since you like her so much, I’ll let you watch her get raped while I have my way with you,” she grinned, “All this fun is getting me worked up as well. You’re a young strapping lad, I’m sure you can keep me entertained for a while.”

Julian just shot her an angry scowl. She dragged his naked body over so he was right next to Laura and Logan. Then Monet laid him out so he was on his back with his hands at his side. She slithered on top of him, gripping his waist hard as she positioned herself over his erect dick. Then she lowered herself onto him, letting his cock fill her pussy. She let out a content moan while Julian let out a grunt of discomfort. Then with her enhanced strength she started riding him, working him over good and listening as he moaned out in pain.

“Uh-uh-uh-yes-yes-YES! Oh it’s perfect!” Monet proclaimed, “It feels so fucking perfect!”

While Monet, Kurt, and Sabretooth worked their victims over, Roberto and Tabitha teamed up as well to torment Bobby, Jubilee, and Sam. After the male and female guards were done with them, they hovered over them and admired their state. In the time since they all joined, the two of them had been left behind while these three moved up. Sam became more of a leader, Bobby got better jobs in the field, and Jubilee got to learn some executive skills with X-Industrial. For a while it helped them rise above them, but not anymore.

“Look at you,” Roberto taunted, “You guys played by the rules. You followed Xavier, not giving darkness a chance.”

“And now look at you,” taunted Tabitha, “You’re being raped and tortured. And you know why?”

“Because…you’re both traitors and you followed Selene?” grunted Bobby.

Tabitha tossed a small energy bomb on his chest that blew up, leaving a small burn just to punish him for that.

“No, it’s because we’re stronger,” she answered, “Darkness always wins out. If you were just a little more open to it you would know.”

“You’re both…fools,” said Sam, “Selene…will never share her power with you.”

“You’re wrong,” grinned Roberto, “She already has! Allow me to demonstrate.”

Roberto grabbed Jubilee, who was still sitting limply against the wall. He pulled her up and pinned her against it so she was now facing away from him. Then with a fiery glow in his eyes, he guided his erect dick up into her tight cunt. When he did this, Jubilee cried out in pain while he moaned in pleasure. Like the rest of Selene’s followers, the pain of their victims was their pleasure.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” she cried out, “Ah-ah-it-it hurts! It hurts!”

“Uh-uh-ohhhh yeah! It’s supposed to hurt!” Roberto proclaimed, “Uh-your pain-uh-is my pleasure-uh-uh-the more you suffer-uh-the more pleasure I get!”

Roberto reached around and grasped her breasts while he fucked her harder and faster. Jubilee’s cries grew louder as she was unable to resist. Bobby and Sam could only watch on in dismay. It was a sick way to torment them. Their pain became their pleasure. It gave them a major imperative to make them suffer. And they weren’t going to let up.

“See? This is what darkness offers! This is what we embrace!” proclaimed Tabitha, “You had your chance. Now it’s time to pay the price!”

Tabitha then went to work indulging in the dark feeling as well. She sat Sam up so his back was against the wall and straddled his waist. She then grabbed onto his shoulders and lowered herself onto his dick, letting out a blissful gasp as she felt his length fill her. As with Jubilee and Roberto, it felt good for her but not for Sam. And with burning lust she rocked her hips back and forth, working his dick in and out of her cunt. As she did this she forced Bobby up so he was leaning against the wall. She then grabbed his erect tick and started hungrily sucking him off, squeezing and slurping his shaft with the intent to cause pain and discomfort. And soon both men were groaning in agony. The darkness was tormenting them and it wasn’t letting up.

Near the center of the chamber, Warren and Betsy were also working together to torture Piotr and Kitty. Warren had already pulled Kitty off the guard who had been fucking her and laid her on the floor faced down so he could fuck her. He held her hips up slightly so he could thrust into her butt while roughly fingering her pussy, ramming into her hard with forceful vigor and making her moan in pain. Betsy was a little less certain. She had been submissive for so long she wasn’t sure how to dominate someone like this. Piotr’s imposing body was lying on the floor next to Kitty. She was on top of him roughly groping his manly flesh. But she wasn’t taking it to extremes.

“Come on, Betsy! Don’t be shy! Let it out!” grunted Warren as he slowed his thrusts into Kitty.

“I want to,” she said in a dark tone, “But I’ve never had this kind of control before. I don’t know how to use it.”

“Yes you do,” grinned the winged mutant, “That man under you is your personal slave. Let the darkness guide you just as I showed you! Make him suffer! The more he suffers the more pleasure you feel!”

“Piotr…” said Kitty as she heard this.

“Shut up!” Warren said sharply, “Do it Betsy!”

The purple haired ninja looked down at the imposing Russian with a cold, desolate look. She thought back to all those nights Warren spent with her, opening her to these dark feelings. It created a burning desire in her to indulge and control. And this man was at her mercy. She could do whatever she wanted to him. With that in mind, she followed the darkness into ecstasy.

Digging her nails into his muscular flesh, Betsy lowered herself onto Piotr’s erect dick. When he felt his large length fill her insides she felt a wave of bliss while Piotr cringed in discomfort. She then started moving her hips. She wasn’t too rough at first, but when she got a taste of the pleasure she started really working it hard. Soon she was rocking her hips at a fast, vigorous rhythm that had Piotr reeling and her practically screaming in euphoria. It was a power and control unlike anything she experienced, even before the Hand took control of her. As the dark feeling surged through her she showed a rough side she never showed before. She clawed her fingernails down Piotr’s naked flesh, causing him more agony. She leaned over and bit down on his neck and ear lobs, making him moan in pain even more. And the more pain he felt, the more pleasure she experienced.

“Uh-uh-uh-yes-uh-yes-yes-YEEESSSSSSSS!” she cried out.

“Uh-uh-yeah-uh-at a girl!” grinned Warren in approval.

Warren and Betsy indulged in the dark feeling at Kitty and Piotr’s expense. Their captive victims could do nothing but endure. As it was going on Kitty looked over at Piotr, trying to draw strength from his gaze. As this was going on they realized they never got a chance to get closer. There was so much they wanted to do together and now it seemed as though they would never get their chance. But Betsy and Warren wouldn’t let them draw strength from anywhere. They forced them to look away and continued to ravage them, inflicting more pain and taking more pleasure for themselves.

Not far from Warren and Betsy, Alex was in position to have his way with Jean. Once the men were done with her he turned her over so she was on her hands and knees. He then got behind her and playfully licked around her pussy, tasting her womanly scent while taunting his brother every step of the way. There was so much he wanted to do to torment his brother. He used to just want to be his equal, showing that he could do anything he managed at the same level. But Selene made him realize that such aspirations were pitiful. His brother didn’t respect him. He was just trying to turn him into a good little soldier. Now he was the one in control and he was going to see to it that he paid for what he did to him.

“Mmm…I see why you like this girl so much,” grinned Alex, “She has a nice taste to her.”

“Damn you, Alex!” grunted Scott, who was still being ravaged by the female guard, “How-ugh-how can you do this?!”

“Oh that’s easy!” scoffed Alex, “When you brought me here you said I could be more than just a punk with powers! You said I could make something of myself! But all you did the whole time I was here was hold me back! Well no more! Mistress Selene showed me how to rise above everything you ever attained! You worked hard, fought hard, and went along with Xavier get your status over the years! I just seized it in less than a day! And now I’ve got your girl here to celebrate!”

“Go to Hell!” grunted Scott.

“What? That’s it? No lecture this time?” he taunted as he started shoving his fingers into Jean’s pussy, “You’re not the one in control anymore, Scott! You’re at our mercy now! Just to prove it I’m going to fuck your girl right in front of you!”

Scott’s expression seethed with pain and anger as he watched Alex roughly grab hold of Jean and position himself behind her. Jean was panting hard from earlier, looking as though she was struggling with something inside her. She must have been trying to shut this out, but it was no use. Alex grabbed hold of her butt and roughly thrust his cock into her wet pussy. She let out a sharp gasp as he entered her and quickly started hammering into her at a heated, hungry pace. As he slammed into her he struck her butt hard, causing her to tense and groan. He also grabbed her long red hair and pulled it back along with her head, reaching around and shoving his fingers into her mouth as he fucked her.

It was painful and disheartening. Jean didn’t say anything or get any words out. She just gasped and moaned in pain. Every sensation that would have been pleasure was sheer agony and Alex was loving it. As he fucked her he laughed triumphantly, looking over at Scott and watching as he tried to look away. But he couldn’t because he was too weak and the woman who was ravaging him wouldn’t let him.

“Uh-uh-yeah-uh-oh yeah-uh-oh fuck Scott, this bitch of yours is great!” grunted Alex as he gave Jean’s butt another slap, “Uh-uh-ohhhh I wish I could keep her alive just to fuck her like this while you watch!”

Alex sounded deranged. Scott knew that voice was a far cry from the brother he knew. Selene had completely corrupted him. He was a slave to darkness now, forgetting everything they had been through and everything that mattered. He was beyond saving now and not only was he suffering, but the woman he loved was suffering as well. Scott once swore he would never give into such despair, but for something like this it was hard not to.

Throughout the chamber the pained groans of the former pawns and the euphoric moans of Selene and her minions echoed with growing fervor. She could sense her followers embracing the darkness, relishing in the pain of their victims and the pleasure they took from it. It was her favorite kind of torture, taking the pain of their victims and turning into pleasure. Warren, Betsy, Kurt, Wanda, Tabitha, Roberto, Alex, and Monet made her proud. Even Sabretooth was showing a taste for cruelty by raping his former lover. It all came back to her and the darkness she instilled in them. And this was just the beginning.

“YES! YES! YEEEESSSSSSS! FUCK THEM! RAPE THEM! TORTURE THEM! MAKE THEM SUFFER! MAKE THEM ALL SUFFER!” proclaimed the Black Queen in a maddened rage as she continued to ride Warpath.

The dark bliss consumed them all. Moans of ecstasy erupted from her minions as they reached their first climax. The men blew their loads inside the women and the women released their feminine juices all over the men. But for the victims there was no climax or orgasm. It was all just wave after wave of pain and humiliation. And they didn’t let up. Selene and her followers continued raping and tormenting them, seething with darkness and rage. Through pain and suffering, the young pawns began to lose hope. It was all falling apart. Selene had won. And darkness would triumph.

Outside Condominium

The area outside Remy and Ororo’s condominium was chaos. People from the surrounding buildings evacuated while firefighters and police swarmed around the area, trying to contain the blaze and keep the peace. News vans had also shown up, follow up on the possibility that this could be a terrorist attack of some sorts. Civilians all around shared in that fear and waited tenuously for the situation to unfold. But they had no idea what had just transpired and just how many other forces were at work here.

The fire was still blazing, but it was shrinking with the help of the rain that started to fall from the dreary skies. There was a lot of debris and smoke littering the area. Anybody who had been inside when this all started was most likely dead or a pile of charred remains. Nobody had any idea that inside this building, the final vestige of Charles Xavier’s Inner Circle had remained. Remy, Ororo, and Deadpool were his only trusted allies who had not succumbed to Selene’s betrayal. And now they were gone and nobody would stand in Selene’s way. She had the other pawns at her mercy and she had all the power of the Hellfire Club at her disposal. It seemed as though nothing would stop her.

In secluded parking lot less then a block away from the blaze, a collection of empty cars and vans sat silently in wake of the disaster. A number of people had been running by, drawn towards the flames. But when the swarm of observers died down and the commotion passed by the lot, a lone voice echoed from an old unmarked black van.

“Okay Danielle, you can stop now.”

“Finally!” said the relieved voice of Danielle Moonstar.

Suddenly the area around the black van became wavy and distorted. Then like a veil being lifted from reality itself, the old unmarked van was no longer old anymore and several occupants were revealed inside. Among them were those thought to be dead by the Inner Circle. In the drivers seat was Sage and sitting next to her was Charles Xavier. In the back seat Moria and Rahne sat between Danielle, who looked as though she had just run a marathon. And behind them in the more spacious back were Remy, Ororo, and Deadpool.

“It’s okay, lass. It’s over. Take deep breaths and relax,” said Moria as she let the young mutant lean on her and Rahne for support.

“I’m trying,” she said in a fit of exhaustion, “I…I’ve never made illusions that strong for that long before.”

“Well ye did it and ye did great!” said Rahne, “That was quite a show ye put on. Even I was fooled for a while.”

“As was I,” said Xavier, smiling back at her in approval.

“So…they bought it?” said Danielle in a tired tone.

“They bought every second of it,” grinned the Black King, “They had no idea we slipped away. I knew as soon as the sensors on Muir Island went off that something was amiss.”

“A pity we couldn’t react in time to save it,” said Sage.

“Yes, but those are the sacrifices we have to make. I only wish it didn’t have to come to this,” said the Black King distantly.

It was a remarkable act of deception. Charles Xavier and some of his most loyal and trusted allies escaped Selene’s clutches by a vivid and perfectly controlled illusion. That illusion, which was too great for even the best psychic, could only be carried out by someone of Danielle Moonstar’s unique talents. It was something she had been secretly training for over the course of the last nine months. She had done illusions before, but never like this. This encompassed multiple areas and multiple people. It shouldn’t have been possible, but she just proved she could deceive the Black Queen herself.

As more crowds ran by, the smoke from the condominium was clearly visible. Ororo and Remy looked out the window at their once opulent home. It was disheartening they had to do this. But a fancy condo was an acceptable price to pay in order to avoid capture from the likes of Sinister and Selene.

“Ah arson, the forgotten art form,” commented Deadpool, “I’m no artist but I know what I like.”

“Speak for yourself, Wade. There goes all of Remy’s stuff,” sighed the Cajun.

“Yeah, but it’s just stuff. We can always replace it,” said Ororo, “I hope not too many people were hurt by those bombs. We did wire that place pretty extensively.”

“I gave them all fair warning,” said Xavier, “If they didn’t heed it that’s their own fault. I’ve also gone into some minds to make them all believe this was just a gas fire. The last thing we need are major authorities investigating a terrorist attack.”

“Guess that’s one less thing to worry about,” said Ororo, “But I take it Selene has completely cut us all off from Hellfire’s resources.”

“You are correct,” said Xavier, who was working on a laptop, “Selene didn’t waste any time in seizing control of Hellfire’s vast assets. By morning she’ll have frozen all my accounts and take control of all our entities. For all intents and purposes, she’ll be the most powerful person in the world.”

“And ye know we just can’t let that stand,” said Rahne, “So how do we stop her?”

“Stopping her right now might be a bit of a stretch, lass,” said Moria, “With all the forces of Hellfire under her control, it’s next to impossible on our own.”

“Which is why we have to free the other pawns,” said Xavier strongly, “If we’re to stand any chance at stopping the Black Queen, we need them.”

“Great, a rescue mission,” said Deadpool dryly, “Since when do we do rescue missions? What are we? A group of mutant heroes or something?”

“Hardly,” said the Black King, “This is about strategy. We need all the forces we can muster to stop Selene. And I promised my pawns that I would come through for them should something like this happen. And I’m a man of my word.”

Nobody argued that. Charles Xavier may be a ruthless, cutthroat man of power but when it came to keeping promises for loyal subordinates he was second to none. He, more than anybody, was enraged that Selene would do something like this. They knew she was devious and they all saw it coming, but it was still a travesty. And no amount of immortality or power would save her from the consequences.

“So we gotta rescue these other pawns, huh?” said Remy, “That means breakin’ into Hellfire Manor, home of the best and most lethal security money can buy and where she’s probably got every guard she can gather swarming the place with guns or some magic mojo to keep anyone and anything in or out. And that don’t include any extra fail-safes she be putting in just in case.”

“Yes, I’d say that sounds about right,” said Sage, as stoic as always.

Remy and the others were silent for a moment. This was unlike any job they had ever taken on before. They were caught up in this Hellfire power play by Selene, someone who even by their standards was not a nice person. But there was no turning back now. They were officially dead and disposed of in the eyes of the rest of the world. There was nowhere else to go here but forward.

“Sounds like fun!” grinned Deadpool, “I’m game!”

“I thought you would be,” smirked the Black King, “I’ll also need your help too Remy. Both you and Ororo.”

“Did Remy say he was turnin’ away?” said the Cajun, “We came this far, haven’t we? Ain’t no going back now.”

“And I’ve always wanted a shot at taking down that bitch, Selene,” said Ororo strongly.

“Believe me, Storm. We all do,” growled Rahne, “So what’s the plan?”

The Black King grinned and turned towards Sage. He nodded, signaling her to start the van and begin driving. This was going to be a rough night to say the least. But if they were to have any chance at making the Black Queen pay for her crimes, they had to get through it by any means necessary.

“Since we’re officially dead in the eyes of the Black Queen, we have the element of surprise on our hand. We also have a number of tricks up our sleeves that we’ll have to deploy in order to pull this off.”

“That’s okay. Remy don’t mind using some tricks,” grinned the Cajun.

“Does that mean I’ll have to do some more illusions?” said Danielle, who was still visibly spent.

“You might, my dear. But deception alone won’t be enough to stop Selene. Make no mistake, she will not give us a wide margin of error. We’ll also have to act fast. Selene will most likely start torturing the other pawns the moment she has the chance. And we cannot allow her to get too far. We have to end this before it begins. Understood?”

Everybody nodded, knowing full well what was at stake. The thought of going up against Selene was daunting, but she was someone they all yearned to take down. This woman had loomed over them like a parasite for too long now. It was time to strike back and they planned on hitting her hard.

“Quick question,” said Deadpool, raising his hand and talking as if he was a kid in school, “Will this involve blowing up any more buildings?”

The Black King only smiled ominously. This was going to be a long night for everybody.

“We’ll see, Wade. Just be patient. Now here’s the plan…”

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Up next: All hope seems lost as the pawns endure more torture. There remains one last hope, but is it enough to stop the Black Queen?