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Hellfire Ascendant	By : superbang Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5522 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content. It also contains offensive language. If such content makes you feel uncomfortable, or you are not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.

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Hellfire Ascendant

Chapter 2

Commencement to Captivity

Emma Frost stood at a podium, speaking about how bright the future was going to be for her graduating class. While she was speaking, Katherine Pryde�s thoughts were about the strange feeling she�d had this morning. It seemed like her body wasn�t hers, as if she was another person altogether. Normally when her and Illyana had their �recreational dalliances� her mind was razor sharp. The better to enjoy the experiences they�d given each other. But that queer sensation of �wrongness� was tugging at the back of her mind.
"Congratulations graduating class of seventeen hundred and seventy two!"
With that the speeches ended. For Katherine Pryde it was finally over. Three long years of schooling half a continent away from her family and it was finally over. She was the first in her family to get past elementary school, and now she was college educated. She did not have to return to the family farm in the Illinois wilderness. The doors of proper society would open for her. She could own property. Open businesses. She could marry above the station to which she was born. "Ms. Katherine Pryde, Lady of Society." It had a wonderful ring to it.
"We made it!" Illyana leapt into Katherine�s arms. They hug not as girls, but women. It was an embrace that said "goodbye", "hello", and "I love you" all at once. Their emotion was lost in the throng of cheering graduates making similar sentiments, each still clad in identical aquamarine dresses.
"I am so proud of you!" Illyana�s excitement was contagious. "Valedictorian! That is wonderful!"
Katherine blushed. "I�m glad you helped me� with my studies� all those nights�" This was what her mouth said, but her eyes told another story.
Always perceptive, Illyana returned a knowing glance, suppressing the urge to kiss her publicly. The two were interrupted by the approach of the Headmistress, Emma Frost, radiant light reflected from her ceremonial white silk robes.
"Hello my darlings," Emma Frost spoke in her aristocratic accent. "I am so very proud of both of you. Congratulations on your accomplishments."
Both young women politely thanked her and kept their eyes averted. Ms. Frost was the living ideal of everything they could ever hope to be. Cultured, intelligent, beautiful, even� powerful. It was forbidden to speak of their �special qualities� in public, but Ms. Frost had personally trained them in the use of their powers. Both knew she could easily be in their minds right now.
"Illyana," the headmistress spoke softly, "What are your plans now? Will you visit your family?"
"No Ms. Frost." Illyana spoke respectfully, "I have no immediate plans. I was thinking of taking a holiday with Ms. Pryde to New Amsterdam before returning to St. Petersburg next spring."
"How fortunate," Ms. Frost spoke softer, even secretively. "I am a member of a very exclusive order. A social club based in New Amsterdam but with branches in every civilized region of the world. It is where royalty, captains of industry and people of� power such as us may mix and mingle without the prying eyes of commoners." Emma Frost fixed her sapphire blue gaze on Illyana�s widened eyes. "I would very much like to present you to them for membership."
Illyana was stunned. She had heard about such an organization but always considered it the stuff of legend. Katherine (who heard everything) had to suppress the tremendous urge to nudge Illyana into immediate acceptance. Illyana�s face became a battlefield of indecision and uncertainty.
"Illyana, you only get offered this once." Her cold quiet tone froze Katherine�s heart in fear. "I�ll be leaving shortly."
Illyana nodded her head in affirmation, "I will accompany you."
Now it was Katherine�s turn to swell with pride. Her thoughts were joyful for her friend. �This is wonderful! First graduation and already Illyana is on her way up�� A pang of hurt crossed her mind. �I am valedictorian, am I not good enough for this institution?� Katherine tried to push the jealous thought away, �No Katherine, be happy for your friend. She is nobility and you will never be. You must be born into that.� Cursing her low birth, Katherine tried to strike a smile�
And then the thought crossed her mind. �If Ms. Frost�s society is so secret, why did she speak of it while I was in earshot?�
Slowly Emma Frost�s coldly beautiful face turned, as if she heard the thought. Her smile was a mask, trying to hide the menace in her eyes. "Young Ms. Pryde, what are your plans?"
Those stone cold eyes burned into Katherine�s soul. "I� was going to accompany Illyana to the city. Then I was thinking of visiting my family."
"How nice." Time seemed to slow down, "remember, you have thirty days to pay your tuition."
"Tuition?" She had never heard the word spoken. She knew the definition but it took a moment to wrap her mind around the concept. "Tuition." She had attended school here for three years and nary a mention of anyone paying to be enrolled. �Because they have never had to worry about it. Most of the students are children of privilege, not born to poor farmers.�
Katherine remembered the strange, pale man showing up at her house and telling her parents that young Katherine was eligible for a special school in the New England. To expedite the process they signed guardianship over to the Academy. But now that Katherine was a legal adult the bill was hers. The entire time she had thought it was free. �How utterly foolish I�ve been.�
Remembering her freshman year, when she could tell who was blue-blooded and who wasn�t by the way they spoke. Katherine�s eyes flashed about the crowd. Allison Chrestmere, the daughter of a British soldier, Angelica Jones, whose father was a cobbler, and Xi�an Coy Manh, a quiet girl of oriental descent shared the same look. It was a look of hopelessness concealed by an artificial smile.
"Is there a problem, Ms. Pryde?" Emma Frost�s voice cut into her like a knife. Katherine�s mouth hung open in astonishment.
"Out of school for ten minuets and already a debtor." Ms. Frost�s voice sounded in Katherine�s head. "You seem to have but two choices my dear, debtor�s prison or indentured service."
Illyana saw her friend in trouble but could do nothing. For the past three years she has been drilled in proper etiquette. To offer to pay for someone else is an insult, suggesting they can�t pay for themselves. Proper etiquette restricted her. She can�t help unless Katherine asked directly.
Stunned into submission, Katherine�s head sank. "I wish to work off my debt to you."
Indentured servitude. It was a fancy way of saying �seven year slave�. In order to pay an astronomical debt any citizen could volunteer to work it off. The maximum time such a contract could legally last was seven years. The downside was the person owed could refuse, sending the debtor to prison. Most people accepted it as the old way, but a good way. It reminded people of a time when your word meant something.
"Don�t frown young Katherine," Ms. Frost lifted her chin with one elegant finger. "Collect your things. You, I, and a few others will leave for New Amsterdam within the hour."
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It was a busy time. She had few things to pack but many farewells to say. Other girls would be returning to well-to-do homes and families. At the same time Katherine was signing the contract that would seal her future.
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Two white carriages crossed the New England countryside, each carriage pulled by teams of white horses. In the first sat Emma Frost and her selected guests, Monet St. Croix, Theresa Cassidy, and Illyana Rasputin. The headmistress spoke with them freely now. No more lessons to be taught. She spoke to them as equals. She told them what a bright future they had in store for them. The excitement was palpable as she told them the purpose of this organization and how selective their membership was. Every pleasure, every opportunity, and every ambition would be made available to them.
The second carriage was filled with a somber silence. It contained four young people who had signed away their freedom to the woman who had taught them everything they knew. She taught them how to stand, how to dress, and how to think. Manners and math, culture and literature, philosophy and etiquette, she had trained them to be ladies of dignity. Now they were to become� house servants? Fated for seven years of indentured servitude. Allison Chrestmere, Angelica Jones, Xi�an Coy Manh, and Katherine Pryde sat in dreadful foreboding.
"This is intolerable." Allison began, trying to fill the silence with something. "This waiting is going to make my blonde hair gray." She bit her knuckle, a nervous tick that had been almost trained out of her. "I have half a mind to open up the earth and throw myself inside."
"Take me with you," Angelica was fiery and headstrong. The redhead didn�t like anyone telling her what to do. "I should burn my way out of here and fly home."
Xi�an turned her head and answered in monotone, "We are forbidden from vulgar displays of power. There has not been a witch-hunt in this country for fifty years. Would you risk us all for this escape?"
Katherine didn�t want anymore ill feelings in this cab. She tried to diffuse the situation. "You seem to be handling this well Xi�an. Perhaps you can share with us your secret?"
Xi�an tossed her long black hair and shrugged her shoulders. "I was a slave in Madripoor. Now I�m a slave in the Colonies. Is there any difference?"
Allison�s head spun to meet Xi�an�s expressionless face, "What did they make you do?"
"Exactly what you think. Menial tasks, in between sessions of using me for pleasure."

Allison gasped. To the way they�d been trained, the notion of being willingly violated as a matter of contract was unthinkable. The stark reality of what was most likely to happen came as a shock. Deep down they knew the truth but to have it presented so bluntly�
Katherine Pryde let a tear silently roll down her cheek.
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The next day as the sun swung low, both carriages arrived at their destination. Winding through the streets of New Amsterdam the occupants marveled at the size of the buildings, some as much as seven stories tall. Twisting and turning the convoy reached Central Park, the one patch of green in the forest of buildings. The park itself was donated to the city, with the exception of one mansion located on the western edge.
While not directly occupied by any one person this estate was always a local curiosity. For the past three years it was a constant bustle of activity. Those who work there were sworn not to tell anyone of what went on inside, and those that did talk quickly disappear. Rumors ranging from Freemasons to satanic cults were quietly whispered. The truth was every bit as threatening as the rumors. This is where the fate of empires was decided. Lives and fortunes made and broken with the turn of a phrase. Pleasures prohibited by polite society were freely available. This was a temple to excess and avarice. This was the House of Hellfire.
Emma Frost�s coach pulled up to the front. An armed guard in ceremonial uniform opened the carriage door and helped the woman in white down from her opulent transport. The three lovely maidens followed and he provided them the same courtesy. They lined up in a traditional formation. The house guard took off his hat and bowed to the ladies. They curtseyed and follow him as two other soldiers held the front doors open.
Inside the quartet were greeted by two rows of servants. Maids, cooks, and butlers stood in line with military precision. At the opposite end stood a dark haired woman, wearing a black leather corset, thigh high boots and arm length gloves. Illyana, Theresa, and Monet were visibly taken aback. It was scandalous for a woman, even one as beautiful as this, to be showing this much skin. On her signal the house servants bow.
"Welcome my Queen," the dark lady greeted Emma graciously. "It is good to have you here again, highness."
Emma Frost nodded her head. The servants dismiss, returning to their duties. The dark lady approached, hips swaying seductively. "And welcome to your young protégés. I hope you all find the house to your liking."
"Thank you Tessa," Emma Frost said, greeting her with a polite kiss on the cheek. "Has the rest of the Inner Circle arrived yet?"
"You are the first, as always my Queen." Tessa bowed in additional acknowledgement to the young ones. "Come, I have prepared a chamber for your relaxation and refreshment from your journey."
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The carriage containing Katherine Pryde pulled around to the back. The door was haphazardly thrown open. "Out," the coachman barked into the cab. Allison was the first out. As her blonde hair hit the fading light her nose wrinkled. The smell from the refuse pile made her gag.
"Out," the coachman ordered, again brandishing his whip. Xi�an pushed Allison out, saving her and herself from feeling its sting. Katherine stood, straightened her dress and stepped down.
She had taken too long. The irate coachman reared back his whip. He swung. As a reflex her body phased to an intangible state. The cracking lash whipped through Katherine�s form.
Katherine blinked and faded away as Kitty�s consciousness took over.
�What�s going on?� she frantically thought. Her keen mind analyzed the available information and came to the conclusion; �It must be the phasing. Whenever this other version of me phases my mind takes over. But for how long?�
The puzzled driver checked his weapon, snapping it in the air. Kitty realized she was still in danger and quickly improvised. Backing away she lifted her hands, pretending the leather tip had impacted against her. "Please! No more!" Kitty begged.
The coachman reared his arm back for a second strike when a soft voice interrupted him. "Do not harm the White Queen�s property."
The driver spun and immediately backed away. Standing in the doorway was an impossibly tall, gaunt figure, yellow eyes bulged from his sunken face. He had the palest skin Kitty had ever seen. Where Katherine would not recognize him, Kitty did instantly.
"I�m sorry Mr. Caliban. It won�t happen again." The coachman hurriedly climbed the carriage and drove the team away.
Caliban motioned to the frightened, speechless girls before of him. "This way please," he spoke in his calm little voice. "We haven�t much time."
Xi�an reacted as she was told, following the tall ghoulish figure into the open doorway. After a stunned moment the others followed. He led them through the kitchen, down a service hallway and into a darkened room.
"Welcome fellow servants. I am Caliban and I am charged with preparing you for tonight." Lighting a candle he walked around the large space. It smelled heavily of soap and bleach. The drying sheets and tablecloths hung from ropes strung across the room. Caliban led them through a maze of cotton and linen walls. In what Kitty determined to be the center of the cavernous laundry room, four wicker baskets were arranged on the floor. Caliban motioned to them.
"Please, disrobe."
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