New Blood III: Triumph of Darkness

New Blood
Chapter 2: Hand of Fate

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Hellfire Manor Spa – Massage Room

“Uh-uh-uh-Laura-uh-oh fuck-oh-oh you’re so hot!”

“Uh-uh-yes-uh-yes-yes-Julian-uh-I’m cumming-uh-I’m cumming-uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhh!”

The heated moans of ecstasy echoed through the small yet opulent massage rooms of the Hellfire Spa. Laura and Julian were taking some time off from training, business, and missions to unwind a little in the best way they knew how. And that involved having great sex in one of the Hellfire Club’s many luxurious settings.

Laura had Julian pinned on his back on a massage table while she straddled his pelvis, riding him nice and hard to a blissful climax. They had already worked up a nice sweat after having already coupled twice, once on the table and again with her pinned up against the wall. Now they were riding each other on the table towards one last peak. Laura howled out in a feral lust as she vigorously worked her hips up and down Julian’s ridged cock. Her nails raked down his upper body while he hungrily kneaded her breasts as they bounced to the pace. She pushed him harder and harder until she reached her climax. When it hit her body arched and she let out a cry of euphoria. And as her inner muscles tensed, Julian was sent over the edge as well and he climaxed with her.

It had become a regular occurrence for Laura and Julian. Since their first time together over nine months ago, they became regular lovers. Laura had a high sexual appetite, but she slept with Julian the most. She developed a unique friendship with him, one that she had been unable to develop with the others. Nobody else really understood her beyond being Logan’s clone. But Julian was different. He reached out to her and wasn’t afraid to get to know her. She reached out to him too, learning from him some of the tricks of the trade of being a teenager. This connection they formed helped them mature well in the Hellfire Club. It also helped them have great sex.

“Mmm…that was great, Julian,” sighed Laura as she rested atop his naked body.

“Yeah…great,” he said as he casually stroked his fingers down her naked skin, “I’m not sure if that qualifies as a massage, but I’ll take it.”

“Well few normal massages take place here anyways. Most everyone uses these rooms for sex.”

“How do you figure?”

“Because I can smell it,” said Laura, “Bobby and Danielle had sex on this very table about four hours ago.”

“No way!” laughed Julian.

“The scents never lie.”

Julian shook his head and laughed. Being around Laura was always an adventure. She still hadn’t gotten down the subtleties of life outside of Weapon X. And she was still painfully blunt sometimes. But that was part of what he liked about her. She was different. She was more exciting and intriguing than the other girls. It also helped that she loved sex.

Since joining the Hellfire Club, Laura developed an even stronger appetite for pleasure and intimacy. She had been sexually active before, having worked as a teenage prostitute. But the Hellfire Club made the experience all the more intoxicating through rituals and magic. Now pleasure was more than just something she used to deal with some of the dark memories of her past. It was a part of who she was and in the Hellfire Club, she had plenty of opportunities to explore it. Julian was just the lucky guy she liked to explore it with most. She wasn’t sure why, but it just felt better when she did it with him.

“Well I better get back to training,” said Laura as she rose up from Julian and slipped off the massage table, “Logan should be back tonight and we have some missions to go over.”

“Again? I thought you two were done with that stuff a week ago,” said Julian as he rose up as well.

“We’re never done, Julian. Logan and Lord Xavier say my skills need more refining. They say I do too much of what Weapon X taught me and not enough of what they’re teaching me.”

“What’s the difference? You still get the job done don’t you?”

“It’s…a little more complicated than that,” said Laura distantly.

Julian bit his tongue. As much as he had connected with Laura, he still had a problem with not thinking before he spoke. There were any number of times he blurted something out that was insensitive to Laura’s problems and what she went through. It was easy to forget sometimes that she had a very different childhood (if it could even be called one). He could never fully understand what it was like for her, having to learn everything that Hydra denied her. But she didn’t hold it against him.

“Sorry I brought it up,” he said sheepishly, “Guess I just worry sometimes that you spend too much of your free time developing some skills and too little time on others.”

“My skills as an operative are important,” said Laura as she wrapped a towel around her naked body, “What other skills would I have to develop?”

“I don’t know. I was just thinking more personal skills would make it easier,” he shrugged, “You know, forming closer connections with people and doing more than just sex and casual chit chat.”

“I thought I developed those already,” she said, “Isn’t that what you and some of the others have been helping me with these past few months.”

“Well yeah, but there are some things you haven’t really touched on.”

“Like what?” she asked curiously.

Julian paused for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. For the past few months he had been trying to open Laura to the idea of connecting with people in a way beyond lust and attraction. She seemed to have the concept of friendship down okay, but anything more than that was a mystery to her. He liked being friends with her and all, but sometimes he wondered if maybe they could be more. He tried dropping hints that he liked her as more than just a fuck buddy, but he was no good at getting that across.

Luckily, he didn’t have a chance to make a fool of himself trying because the door to the spa opened and Bobby, Jubilee, and Sam walked in.

“Whoa uh…we interrupting something?” said Bobby, getting an eyeful of Laura.

“No, we just finished,” said Laura casually, “Would you like to use it now?”

“Maybe later,” said Bobby, “We came to tell you that Logan and the others are back.”

“Already? I thought they weren’t coming back until tonight,” said Julian.

“That was the plan, but something uh…came up,” said Sam, “Let’s just say the plan took an unexpected turn.”

Laura and Julian didn’t need much to pick up on what he was saying. In the Hellfire Club, plans don’t just take ‘unexpected turns’ in the normal sense. The only way their meticulously planned agenda could change is if something major happened. And given the nature of the deals they had been working on lately, it was a given they would face certain obstacles.

“I see,” said Laura knowingly, “I take it Logan wants to talk to me about it.”

“He’s over in the infirmary at X-Industrial,” said Jubilee, “Although he was a little roughed up to say the least.”

“He’ll be okay,” said Laura confidently as she gathered her things and left, “Thanks for letting me know.”

She then turned towards Julian.

“Thanks again,” she told him, “We’ll talk later.”

“Yeah sure,” he sighed, “See you around Laura.”

Laura nodded and left, leaving Julian alone to contemplate further. His expression sank as he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. As much as he liked Laura, there were times when she was just too detached. He knew it wasn’t entirely her fault. She was still struggling to understand certain emotions. But that didn’t make any of the emotions he felt any less difficult.

“You really like her, don’t you?” Jubliee teased.

“Shut up,” muttered Julian.

“You’re wasting your time, man,” said Bobby, “Laura’s cool and all, but I don’t think she’s the ‘affectionate’ type. Hell, she’s Logan’s clone for crying out loud!”

“Doesn’t Logan have a crush on Jean though?” quipped Sam.

“That doesn’t count!” Bobby retorted, “Laura’s just…”

But Julian didn’t let him finish.

“She’s just different, I know,” he said, rolling his eyes, “But that doesn’t mean she’s some sort of machine or something. She’s more than that. And you obviously don’t understand her.”

Before they could give him any more romantic advice, Julian left. Bobby, Jubilee, and Sam just shrugged. They couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the guy. Julian was a bit of a jerk sometimes, but he did seem to have a soft spot for Laura. How that worked they had no idea. But then again, relationships at the Hellfire Club were always complicated. If Scott and Jean or Kurt and Wanda had taught them anything, it was that some connections were just beyond their understanding.

X-Industrial – Infirmary

The return from Japan was unpleasant to say the least. Not were they unable to complete the deal, they were attacked in an ambush. It left some of them seriously injured and all of them sore and bitter. For some it was pretty bad. The stab wound on Pietro’s leg would keep him from running at his usual high speeds for a while. Warpath was going to need to something to cover his left eye until it healed. Kitty was going to need to wear a cast for her broken arm. Scott had his torso wrapped in some bandages to cover his wound. Emma was going to have to spend a day or so in bed while the paralysis wore off. And Rogue still had a splitting headache from Psylocke’s attack.

Overall, it was a less than successful mission. Their spirits were somewhat bolstered when Xavier revealed that Deadpool finished off the uncooperative Yakuza who turned down their deal. Their bodies were now burnt to a crisp and buried in a burned down passageway that the authorities would never find. So their power was still up for grabs, but even for the Hellfire Club it wasn’t going to be easy. Power vacuums were rarely taken without incident, especially in the world of secret societies. But that was an issue for another day. For now, they just focused on healing up.

In addition, there was the added uncertainty over what would come of Psylocke, who first instigated the attack. She proved to be quite a handful. She managed to use her powers and skills to overcome some of their strongest operatives. Just leaving her for dead would be a horrible waste of talent so they brought her back with them to see if she could be useful to them. She would have to face punishment for attacking them, but she could make up for it by cooperating. They would have to wait and see.

Once they arrived at X-Industrial, Moria and Rahne were there waiting for them along with a team of Hellfire doctors. Hank and Sinister were supposed to be there as well, but they were absent. They assumed they got caught up in their work again and that was fine with them. Being looked over by those two, especially Sinister, was always a little uncomfortable. Any break from their presence was welcome.

Once they were escorted down to the infirmary, Moria and Rahne took over. Moria looked over Pietro first since he had one of the most serious wounds. While she worked on him Rahne tended to Warpath, who needed some treatment for his eye. Even with his durability, he would need some medicine to prevent permanent damage to his vision. Other Hellfire doctors helped put a cast around Kitty’s arm and helped Scott clean up the wound on his side. The doctors also helped Emma onto a bed where they administered a special agent that would help her recover from the paralysis. For Rogue, she just needed a dimly lit room and some heavy pain killers.

“Ahhh damn it! Watch that needle!” grunted Pietro as Moria applied some disinfectant to his stab wound.

“Sorry Pietro, but it’s hard to stitch this wound while ye keep fidgeting all the time!” said Moria in frustration.

“Want me to knock him out?” Wanda offered.

“No!” exclaimed Pietro, “I mean, just hold my leg down will you?”

Wanda grinned smugly. The threat of hexing him into unconsciousness always did the trick. It still earned her a look from Lorna, who was standing next to him and trying to be supportive. But when she and Wanda were stuck holding Pietro’s leg still she couldn’t help but call her out.

“You know, you could be a little more supportive here,” said Lorna, “Your brother did take a serious wound for Lord Xavier.”

“I am being supportive,” Wanda said defensively, “I just don’t like it when my brother sounds weak.”

“Gee, thanks Wanda! Tough love always makes getting stitches feel better!” grunted Pietro as he winced some more.

“Oh quit you’re whining. You’ll live,” said Wanda as she held his legs down a little firmer.

That earned her another look from Lorna. But she continued to ignore it like she always did. Just because Lorna was her half-sister didn’t mean she could criticize how she treated her twin. She was annoying enough after having developed such a strong bond with Pietro. She always seemed to look down on her for not trying to be a family. But she was beyond that. She had more immediate concerns than family and she didn’t need someone like Lorna getting in her way. Eventually, she would come to see how futile her efforts were.

While they worked on Pietro, Rahne finished up with Warpath. She had him sit upright on a chair while she looked over his eyes with some special, laser sensing equipment. She wasn’t an expert, but having a mother who specialized in biology and medicine helped. It didn’t seem too bad. A small application of Sinister’s healing agent would probably be enough. But until then he was going to need an eye patch. It was something Warpath was less than thrilled about.

“It looks like ye just burned your retinas and ruptured a few veins,” said Rahne as she turned off the equipment, “Ye should heal up within a three weeks at the most. But in the meantime ye will have to wear an eye-patch.”

“Ah hell,” muttered the Apache warrior.

“Oh relax, it’s not all bad,” said Rahne as she got an eye patch from a nearby drawer, “Some women find them sexy. It shows ye be tough and strong.”

“It’s not that,” he groaned as Rahne put the patch over him, “I just don’t like eye patches.”

“Why not? It’s not ye have to wear it forever.”

“Let’s just say they remind me of certain people I’d rather not be reminded of.”

Rahne didn’t know what to make of that, but she shrugged it off and helped him fix the eye-patch so it appeared properly. Once it was on, James looked at a nearby mirror and cringed. Fate had a cruel sense of humor. For three weeks he would have something in common with the one man he hated more than anyone in the world, Nick Fury. Like him, he had an eye patch. It wasn’t the worst injury he could have suffered, but it was by far the most unpleasant. He was going to have to avoid mirrors for the rest of the month.

Across the infirmary, the doctors were just finishing up on Kitty’s cast. It wasn’t the most comfortable procedure, but given how Rogue rammed into her it could have been a lot worse. And thanks to advanced Hellfire technology, she wouldn’t need the cast for long. A few days would be all she needed until the silicate implant they put in settled. But aside from the discomfort, she was just sore from it all. It helped that Piotr stayed with her, lending whatever support he could.

“Broken arms suck,” she commented as she struggled with tight fitting cast.

“Does it hurt that bad, Katya?” asked Piotr with a concerned tone.

“No, but it’s cumbersome and sore,” she muttered, “Almost makes me wish I had indestructible metal skin.”

“Oh I don’t think you need it. You’re tough enough without it,” said Piotr, managing a slight smile.

“Aww, thanks Petey,” she said with an affectionate smile, “I guess I’ll have to be tough if I’m going to participate in meetings like that.”

“You’re brave just to have tagged along,” he said, sitting next to her and slipping his strong arm around her, “But sometimes you worry me. Your dedication is admirable, but sometimes you need to take it one step at a time. You’re still young and you have a lot to learn.”

“I learn best by doing,” she shrugged, “If these are the kinds of bruises I have to take along the way, so be it.”

Piotr smiled back warmly. For someone who looked so innocent the day he first met her, Kitty Pryde had grown into a tough, strong woman. She didn’t shy away from challenges and didn’t get overwhelmed easily. That was impressive giving she wasn’t the strongest girl in the world or the most powerful. But she was smart, cunning, and fearless. It was part of what he had come to love about her.

“Let’s just hope that next time we keep Rogue on a leash,” Kitty joked, “I still think she needs work on those flight powers.”

“You know, Ah can hear you Kitty!” Rogue yelled out from behind a darkened bed surrounded by curtains, “And would ya mind keepin’ it down? Mah head is killin’ me!”

“Now you know how my arm feels,” quipped Kitty.

Kitty laughed as Piotr helped her up. For Rogue, however, there was nothing funny about a psychic induced headache. Jean told her it would be best if she just rested in a dark area for a few hours, taking a steady dose of pain killers for a day or so after. She was invulnerable and super strong, yet she was not immune to headaches. She cursed that Psylocke again and again. She hoped Lord Xavier and Mistress Selene worked her over good. Headaches like this should not go unpunished.

On the other side of the infirmary, Jean was helping Scott treat the wound on his side. Compared to the others, he didn’t fare so badly. The wound he took to the abdomen just grazed him sharply and there was no serious damage. He just needed a dose of some special healing agents Sinister helped develop and the wound should be gone little scaring in a few days. After Jean applied to agent, a couple of doctors helped wrap the wound. She stayed by his side, giving him her support. But she didn’t hide the twinge of anger she felt for him pulling off a stunt like that.

“How are you feeling now?” she asked.

“Better,” Scott answered as the doctor finished bandaging the wound, “I’ve had worse. It should be healed in a few days.”

“Good,” she replied, looking away.

“You don’t seem too thrilled,” said Scott, trying to get her to look his way again.

“I’m still a bit mad at you,” Jean admitted, “What you did back there was pretty reckless. You could have gotten yourself killed.”

“But I didn’t,” he argued, “Yeah I took a nasty wound to the gut, but I saved Emma and stopped those assassins.”

“You could have just as easily have told me to disarm that guy and I would have been able to do it without even lowering my shields. It would have been a lot easier and a lot less risky.”

“Maybe so, but in the heat of the moment you don’t always have time to think. I saw a situation. I reacted. It’s over now. Can we give it a rest?”

Jean looked at her lover anxiously. It still didn’t sit well with her. Scott was a great leader and a skilled operative, but there were times she questioned his decision making. And even if it was foolish, he never admitted to having done the wrong thing. It was an annoying trait of his that they often argued over. But now was not the time for arguing.

“Fine,” Jean sighed, “Just try not to scare me like that, okay?”

“I’ll try,” said Scott, managing a smile.

“Thanks, that’s all I ask.”

They shared a brief kiss. Then Jean walked off, leaving Scott to rest on the infirmary bed for a while. He leaned back on his arms and sighed. He didn’t like fighting with Jean, but in the ever complicated affairs of the Hellfire Club it was sometimes unavoidable. As much as he loved her, they didn’t always see eye to eye. It was frustrating because there wasn’t much more he could do. He wasn’t psychic like her. He had only his instincts and skills to go on. But no amount of love could do a way with arguments. It was just something he had learned to deal with.

Scott continued contemplating everything that happened, analyzing his every decision during the fight like he always did. But his thought process was interrupted by a voice from the bed next to his.

“She’s wrong, you know.”

Scott looked over at Emma Frost, who was lying in the bed next to his partially covered by sheets. She was still a bit out of it from the paralysis disk. But she had been given some meds and was told she just needed to sleep it off. But as tired as she was, sleep was the last thing on her mind at the moment.

“Emma? I thought you were asleep,” said Scott

“I couldn’t go to sleep without talking to you first, now could I? That would be rude considering you saved my life,” she said with a warm smile.

Scott smiled as well. He hadn’t forgotten what he did during the fight. With all the commotion it was difficult to dwell on it. But Emma sure hadn’t forgotten.

“It was nothing. I just did what I had to do.”

“Don’t be so modest. It was definitely something,” said Emma, “You didn’t have to save me. Hell, a lot of people would have been perfectly okay with that man shooting me right then and there.”

“Don’t say that, Emma. You’re one of us. We’re supposed to look out for each other,” said Scott.

“We’re supposed to, but realistically speaking that’s the antithesis of what the Hellfire Club’s about. But you’re different, Scott. You’re special. Jean may not see that, but I do. And I think she’s dead wrong to criticize you like that.”

“She still has a point.”

“No she doesn’t,” said Emma strongly, “Don’t let her trivialize your leadership or your decisions. You know they’re right. I know they’re right. If she can’t see that then that’s her problem.”

Scott was silent for a moment. Then he smiled. He shifted over from the bed so he was sitting right across from Emma. She still looked out of it, but she was smiling at him none-the-less. It was strange because she never smiled at anybody. It sort of made him feel special.

“Are you just taking my side because I saved you?” he asked her.

“Does it matter? Would that make it any less true?” she quipped.

“Do you always have to answer with questions?”

“Nobody ever believes my answers anyways. They all think I’m inherently dishonest about everything. So I have to make my point somehow. Just look at it this way…you did what you had to and it was right. Just because Jean doesn’t approve doesn’t mean you should question it.”

“I don’t question my decisions,” Scott retorted.

“But Jean makes you think twice about them,” Emma quipped, “She doesn’t understand because she’s too needy. Anything that makes her uncomfortable is inherently wrong to her. And you deserve better.”

“I wouldn’t say she’s that extreme,” said Scott, still trying to defend his lover.

“You see? That’s the problem. Even when you know it’s wrong, you defend her. How about defending yourself for once? I never doubt your decisions. I actually have faith in what you do for the Hellfire Club. Don’t lose faith in yourself just because Jean disapproves.”

It was a harsh indictment of Jean, but there was some truth to it. Scott was always quick to defend Jean, but he knew they didn’t see eye-to-eye on everything. He never had that problem with Emma, but he never really thought about it until now.

“I see what you mean,” said Scott, “But I think you’re wrong on one thing. I don’t think you’re inherently dishonest. You’re just good at what you do here.”

“And that, darling, is the only compliment I’ve received this week that wasn’t about my breasts,” Emma grinned.

They both shared a good laugh. Even though Emma was still considerably weak, she could still enjoy a good conversation with the only other man besides Xavier who could get under her diamond tough skin. But beyond that, it finally gave her an opportunity. For months now she had been planning to make a move on this man. She had seen him suffer under that redheaded fool for too long now. He deserved better than her. And she was going to prove it. This was her chance and she was going to take it.

“You know, for that and for saving my life I’m obligated to reward you,” she said after they stopped laughing.

“Really? What kind of a reward?” said Scott with a knowing grin.

“I think you have a good idea what it is,” she said in a seductive tone, “But I have something extra in mind. And as soon as I recover from this damned bed I’ll go about setting it up. All you have to do is wait and see. I promise it’ll be something you’ll never forget.”

“Coming from you, that’s a pretty bold statement,” Scott said with a smirk.

“I may be a cunning, deceitful bitch but I’m a bitch of my word,” said Emma wryly, “That you can be sure of.”

“Good enough for me,” said Scott.

They shared another laugh. Scott had no idea what she had in mind, but he would soon find out. Emma was already going over the possibilities. She was going to move in on him. She was going to show him how he felt. She was going to give to him what Jean couldn’t. And nothing was going to stop her. For so long now her heart was a cold, desolate wasteland devoid of love or affection for anybody. She was tired of it and ready to open it up again. She was confident that this time would be better than before.

But as she and Scott talked and laughed, Logan took note from where he was recovering from his various injuries. He was sitting on table from a distance, but could still hear the conversation with his heightened senses. It gave him an ominous sense of foreboding. At one point Emma looked over at him and flashed him a knowing look as if to say “this is you chance. Time’s running out. Choose now or you’ll be left behind.”

Logan let out a disgruntled groan. Sitting next to him was Laura, who he had come over so he could talk to her about the attack. Having been hit by the Hand, he wanted to organize a counter attack and it was something he wanted Laura to be a part of. But at the moment his mind wasn’t on the Hand. It was on something a lot more personal.

“Are you okay, Logan?” Laura asked, noticing his disposition.

“Yeah…I’m fine,” he said, getting up and making his leave, “Come on, we need to talk with Lord Xavier about the Hand. I’m sure he’ll want to strike back and he’ll want us to be a part of it.”

Laura rolled her eyes, clearly not convinced. But thankfully, she didn’t say anything to him. Logan was in no mood to discuss this issue. But like it or not, he was going to get caught up in it because he knew what Emma was up to. He had a vague idea of what she was going to do. It was going to affect him because it was going to affect Jean. Emma made it clear that the offer she made to him almost a year ago still stood. She could help make Jean his. It was still tempting, but he remained undecided, largely due to the warnings of Mystique. But he would have to make a decision soon or he may never get another chance with Jean.

Osaka, Japan – 3 Years Ago

“Betsy…Kwannon? Wake up, my dear. It’s time for you to wake up.”

“Hnn…”

“She’s not coming too. Perhaps the transfer wasn’t complete?”

“No…the transfer worked. She’s just confused.”

Elizabeth Braddock groaned as she lingered in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness. She wasn’t sure where she was or what happened. The last thing she remembered was some sort of terrorist attack at a high secure government bank in Hong Kong. She was helping her brother, Brian Braddock, the famous British hero Captain Britain, subdue the terrorists. But then she got into an altercation with this tough, purple haired woman wielding these strange psionic blades. Not being a fighter herself, she tried using her telepathy to subdue her. But it didn’t work. There was a struggle. Then there was some kind of explosion. After that it was all a blur.

She tried to get up, but every one of her limbs felt like they had building on them. She could move her head, but just barely. Her vision was blurry so she couldn’t make out the figures standing around her. There were only three, but they were all tall and imposing. And they also bore the uniforms similar to those worn by the terrorists. That was not a good sign. Had they captured her or something? Were they using her as a hostage? Many possibilities ran through her head. But she was too weak to contemplate them all. Then one of the figures loomed over her and spoke.

“You’re quite a lucky girl, Miss Braddock,” he said in a low, yet imposing tone, “Not many could have survived being that close to a helicopter as it explodes.”

Her eyes widened as more details of her memory emerged. She now remembered where that explosion came form. She was pinned down just outside the bank with that purple haired woman holding a psionic blade to her neck. She threatened to cut her throat if she didn’t order her brother’s men to back off. She struggled to fight her off, using her psychic talents to tear into her mind and keep her from delivering the final blow. She was on the verge of breaking her defenses. But then one of the helicopters being used by their operatives was hit by a stinger missile by a terrorist and it came crashing down towards them. She tried to break free of the woman, but by the time she realized what was going on it was too late. The helicopter crashed within a few feet of them. That’s when everything went black.

“Pardon my manners, but I don’t think I’ve properly introduced myself,” said the figure, “I am Kirigi, leader of the Hand. It was I who organized the mission you and your brother meddled in.”

“You…the terrorists,” she got out in a weak voice.

“Oh please, terrorist is such a harsh term. The Hand is much more than that. We are a secret society of assassins and warriors that date back over 400 years. Our goals are not terror. We seek more meaningful ends. But that’s a story for another time. For now, we have an unusual predicament…one that involves you and our dear friend, Kwannon, who’s mind you so rendered so weak during the attack.”

That name, Kwannon, felt familiar. It was strange though because Betsy never heard it before in her life. Yet for some reason, it felt as though she was tied to it. It was a strange feeling. One she couldn’t make sense of in her current state of mind. But this Kirigi man had the answers and there was something very ominous about the way he was looking at her.

“Kwannon…who is she?” she demanded in a weak tone.

“Why…she’s you, Betsy,” Kirigi said in a taunting tone, “At least she is now.”

“Huh? What are you…”

“Don’t believe me? Here, see for yourself.”

Kirigi snapped his fingers and one of his henchmen handed him a small mirror. He then held that mirror up over her face so Betsy could see what he was talking about. Even though her state of mind was fuzzy and incoherent, she was shocked by what she saw. Looking back at her through the mirror wasn’t her face. It was the face of the woman she had been fighting. Only now, that face was her face. She looked down at herself briefly and saw that it wasn’t just her face. She was in an entirely new body, namely the one belonging to the woman she had been fighting against earlier. Now she understood where that strange feeling came from.

“My…my body,” she said weakly.

“Was maimed, I’m afraid,” said Kirigi, “Trust me, you wouldn’t want to wake up in that body. It was…messy to say the least.”

Betsy felt sick. The idea that her body, the one she had been born in and the one she had modeled with, was gone overwhelmed her. And now she was in a new body. How was she supposed to react to that? It was too much to process. But Kirigi wasn’t done.

“Our dear Kwannon was lucky. Her body escaped with only minor cuts and scrapes. However, when you broke down her mental defenses it left her mind vulnerable. And when the shock of the explosion overwhelmed her system, her mind was utterly destroyed. So when all was said and done, one of you had a broken body and another had a broken mind. So we took it upon ourselves to help you both. We saved your mind and put it into Kwannon’s body.”

It disturbed her that he said this so casually as if it were the dullest thing in the world. She was still struggling to wrap her head around this. Her mind was now in someone else’s body. There was so much to take in and it was getting worse with each revelation.

“But…how?”

“A touch of magic and modern medicine,” grinned Kirigi, “The process was simple. You not only have your mind in Kwannon’s body, but your telepathic talents transferred over as well. In addition, you retained Kwannon’s advanced ninja skills as well as her ability to form psionic blades. So in essence, you’re an upgrade from Kwannon. But you don’t have to thank us. You’ll return the favor in due time.”

A new feeling of rage consumed the young psychic. This man had the gall to put her mind in someone else’s body and now he expected her to return the favor? She wasn’t about to let that happen. With her strength returning to her, she tried to move her limbs. But she then found out each limb was restrained by metal shackles. They weren’t letting her go anytime soon.

“Don’t bother struggling. You’ll need your strength for what’s to come. You see, the Hand saved your life. That means you, Elizabeth Braddock, are indebted to us. And as such, you will serve us as the new Psylocke.”

“Like hell I will!” she said in a weak, but defiant tone.

“I’m afraid you do not have a choice in the matter,” said Kirigi strongly, “You will serve us one way or another. You can either do it willingly or it can be by force. It does not matter which you choose. But from this day forward, your will belongs to the Hand.”

Betsy continued to struggle, but then another figure wearing some strange cloak put his hand over her head and her limbs went weak again. Then his eyes started glowing and she was hit with this strange surge. Her mind, body, and spirit were then sent back into a state of near-unconsciousness. But before everything went numb, she came to a harsh realization. She was tied to these people now. They were in control and she had no choice but to serve them. Elizabeth Braddock’s days of free will were over. From this day forward, her fate would be in the hands of others. Now she was a puppet of the Hand.

Selene’s Torture Chamber – Present

“Hnn…”

Elizabeth Braddock was completely out of it. Her whole world was a daze of exhaustion, weakness, and soreness. She could barely move, let alone recall what happened. She had been on a special, high risk mission for the Hand. She was supposed to kill this man, Charles Xavier. She led an assault, fought some of his associates, and landed some pretty nasty blows against them. But at some point her memory of the assault stopped and everything was just a blur. Then a cold, sinister voice brought it back for her.

“Time to wake up, little bitch.”

“Huh? What?” she groaned.

Betsy shook off her daze and opened her eyes. But when she saw where she was she immediately wished she hadn’t. She was in some sort of dungeon that looked as though it was taken right out of medieval times. The walls were made of blackened stone and were dimly lit by a series of old lights. They were also lined with ominous looking weapons that had blood stains on them, hinting that they had been recently used. That sure didn’t sit well. It was also dank and confined, feeling as though this was a small nook wedged between Hell and limbo. Her first thoughts were to escape. But that would prove difficult because when she tried to move, she realized she was bound by her wrists with hard metal shackles.

“Bloody hell!” she grunted as she started struggling.

“Don’t bother trying to break free, Miss Braddock. You are not going anywhere.”

Betsy recognized that voice. It was that of her target, Charles Xavier. As her vision cleared, she saw him standing before her in a calm, collected poise. He was still wearing the same suit he wore when she first attacked him. He projected a confident, yet menacing presence. But he wasn’t the one that made her the most uneasy. It was the woman next to him that really troubled her.

She was wearing what could only be described as mix of lingerie and S&M attire. It was very revealing, consisting of a black thong, a tight fitting bustier that held up her voluptuous breasts, and black leather gloves and stockings that extended almost all the way up her arms and thighs. She looked like she belonged in a bondage club or something, but she had this presence to her that didn’t sit well with Betsy for a minute. There was a coldness in her eyes and a sense of evil in her expression that was too dark for words.

It was also at this time she realized something else. She was completely naked, her uniform having been stripped off her body. It made her feel vulnerable and exposed. But she didn’t try to cover up or conceal her private areas. Her only thoughts were finding a way to break out of this before they could do whatever sick torture they had planned. She tried forming a psionic blade. But for some reason it wasn’t working. It was as if something was holding her powers back.

“Trying to use your powers?” said Xavier, “Don’t bother. They won’t work. They’re being held back by a special dampening field tailored to your unique mutant signature. You’re completely powerless.”

“Thanks for clearing that up, you fucking bloke!” grunted Betsy as she struggled with the chains, “Now what do you want? And why am I naked?”

“You’re in no position to be asking the questions, bitch!” bellowed Selene, “You’re lucky you’re as intact as you are!”

“Is that supposed to scare me?” said Psylocke as she continued struggling.

“Trust me, you don’t know the first thing about fear!”

“Easy, Selene,” said Xavier, holding her back slightly, “You’ll have plenty of time to educate her in that respect soon enough. But she’s right. There is an explanation in order. We did fly her halfway across the world after all.”

“Whatever,” grunted Selene, “But tell me when you’re done. I’d like to get started.”

“I assure you, it won’t take long.”

Selene slipped away to get some of her ‘tools,’ while Xavier walked up to the purple haired woman and looked her in the eye. There was no fear or nervousness in her expression. She was every bit as tough as one would expect from an assassin from the Hand. She was not going to be like the others who had suffered in these walls. But she was still going to give them what they wanted.

“So you’re the one the Hand sent to kill me?” said the Black King, “I must say I’m a bit underwhelmed. I would have expected the Hand to throw someone a bit more imposing.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, luv. I’m tough enough to handle blokes like you.”

“Given your predicament, I would strongly contest that argument. But that’s a matter for another time. My current concern is why the Hand would strike at me in such a way. I’m sure they knew I was moving in on their territory. But a full frontal assault like that is contrary to their usual tactics.”

“The Hand has no ‘usual tactics.’ Believe me, I’ve been a part of them,” said Betsy snidely, “They don’t like competition and you were threatening them. Did you really expect them NOT to attack?”

“Of course I expected a response. But sending you just seems…out of place,” said Xavier with increasing suspicion, “Tell me, Miss Braddock, what did they say about this attack before they sent you? Why did they move in so unexpectedly? Because as powerful as the Yashida family is, I doubt they would call upon the Hand so quickly.”

“I don’t know! You think they tell me everything?!” Betsy exclaimed, “I serve those blokes against my will! It’s because of them my old body was crushed and it’s because of them my mind is stuck in one of their assassins! They don’t trust me anymore then they trust you!”

“So…you really don’t know why they sent you?”

“Of course I don’t! They just told me you were a target and your organization was guilty of some ‘crime against the Hand’ or some shit like that! I didn’t ask for details.”

Xavier looked at the woman closer. He roughly probed her mind, searching for any details she may be keeping from him. But to his surprise he found no evidence of her lying. She wasn’t even trying to shield her mind. It was as if she wanted him to know the truth. But that didn’t set his mind at ease in the slightest. This revelation that the Hellfire Club was guilty of some crime against the Hand was disturbing because he didn’t recall striking at them in any significant way. He was certain he disrupted their operations, but none of his actions would warrant such a crime. It was a curious matter.

“You really don’t know, do you?” said Xavier suspiciously.

“Why do you think I’m letting you in my mind?!” she said, “I don’t like the Hand any more than you!”

“Then why did they send you? Don’t they have other skilled assassins? That Elektra woman might have fared better,” Xavier questioned.

“I told you I don’t know! It’s probably because I’m psychic and could shield my mind! Or maybe they were just getting sick of me fighting with them these past three years and didn’t expect me to survive! Hell, they probably think I’m dead now! So just save yourself the trouble and let me fucking go!”

“Now you know I can’t do that. You committed a crime against the Hellfire Club.”

“And what? You’re going to make me pay for it?” said Betsy dryly, “I’ve been playing that game since the Hand abducted me! There’s nothing you can do threaten me!”

“Threaten you?” laughed Xavier, “Say we gave you a chance to serve us instead of the Hand. Would you be inclined to take that chance? We could compensate you much better than they could. It would be a shame to lose such a skilled and beautiful assassin such as yourself.”

Betsy looked at the Black King with a mix of disgust and confusion. This guy had her changed up naked in a dungeon and he had the gall to ask her to join? These people really were crazy. As if the Hand wasn’t bad enough, this man was offering her to walk a path she had already been down before.

“Go fuck yourself,” she answered, “I know about you and this place, Xavier. The Hand told me all about it. You people are sick! You have no honor, no sense of duty, and no limits to how far you’re willing to go! I thought the Hand was bad, but at least they knew when to hold back! I’d rather die than serve people like you!”

Xavier’s expression fell and he let out a disgruntled sigh. This woman’s toughness was admirable. But her attitude was a problem. She still clung to her old laurels. If they were to get any use out of her, they would have to break her down. It was a process he always found cumbersome and brutal, but if that is what he had to do so be it.

“That’s too bad,” sighed the Black King, “You would have made a fine associate. But if you will not serve us willingly then I suppose we will have to do this the hard way.”

Xavier backed away and Selene re-emerged. This time she had a menacing looking black whip in hand. She gripped it intently as she gazed hungrily at her vulnerable naked body. It gave Betsy a sick feeling. The Hand told her much about the Hellfire Club and Xavier, but they never told her much about this woman. They only said she was as sadistic as they come.

“One way or another, you will serve us, Miss Braddock,” said Xavier, “We intend to make good use of your skills. You can either submit and make it easier on yourself or you can resist. The choice is yours. But for now, you must take your punishment.”

“So no matter what you’re doing to torture me,” said Betsy bitterly.

“Don’t think of it as torture, my dear,” said the Black King, “Think of it more as conditioning.”

“And I look forward to do as much ‘conditioning’ as I have to,” grinned Selene.

That sick tone in her voice sent chills down her spine. Betsy wasn’t scared by much, but this woman was something else entirely. Nobody in the Hand ever gave her this ominous feeling. She was in for yet another rough haul. That seemed to be the story of her life these past three years.

Selene licked her lips, ready to tear into this woman. But before she began, Xavier walked up to her and leaned in close so he could whisper into her ear.

“Do not be too harsh with her, Selene. I want no marks of any kind. Just break her down until she is submissive. Punish her, but only to a point.”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” said Selene with a sadistic grin.

“I mean it, Selene. I want this girl intact. Just make her submissive and nothing more. Don’t try anything else because I’ll be watching. Understand?”

Selene muttered a curse under her breath. This man had no sense of fun. It was a good thing her plans were moving forward. She wasn’t sure how much more of his interference she could take.

“Fine,” she grumbled, “I’ll give her some of my softer treatments. But she’s a tough one. I may need some time with her.”

“Take as much as you need. But remember, keep it to a point.”

Xavier then made his exit, leaving Selene alone with Betsy. He would have liked to stay to ensure Selene did as he wished, but the Black Queen insisted on doing torture in seclusion. That was okay so long as she remembered he would be watching her with cameras. Selene had a knack for going overboard sometimes and he wanted this woman’s skill to be intact. She may prove useful to his plans down the line.

Once the Black King left and secured the chamber door, it was just Selene and Betsy. And she was definitely the last person Betsy wanted to be alone in a room with. She watched with a mix of defiance and anxiety as the imposing woman walked up to her and hungrily traced her gloved fingers over her naked body. Her touch made her sick to her stomach, but she remained collected and stern. The Hand already hardened her to things like torture. But this woman seemed to pick up on that and wasn’t at all dissuaded.

“Such a nice, fit body you have,” said Selene as she traced her finger down Betsy’s back and butt, “Why you would complain about being stuck in it is beyond me.”

“If you’re trying to come onto me you should know I don’t swing that way,” said Betsy, swallowing her disgust.

“Save your immature comments, bitch. Yours or not, this body will serve us well. I’m sure there are plenty of men who would just love to get to know you.”

Selene then slid her hand down to her private areas and slipped her fingers inside her. Betsy had to keep herself from puking on the spot. This woman’s touch was sickening and the way she talked about her body was disturbing.

“Ugh!” she grunted as Selene got a little rough with her insides, “If this place breeds women like you I’d rather not get to know the men. They’re all probably impotent pricks anyways.”

“You’d be surprised,” Selene grinned, “But if you’re going to put that body to good use, we’ll have to do something about that attitude of yours first. And when I get through with you you’ll have no desire to make any more snide remarks.”

“Go to Hell you sad excuse for a dominatrix!”

“Ha! You think you know Hell? I’ll give you Hell!”

THWACK!

Selene delivered a hard blow onto her back with her whip. Betsy’s body tensed and her face contorted in discomfort. This woman was stronger than she looked, but she wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of her pained cries. Selene whipped her again, this time even harder. Betsy let out a sharp grunt, but remained defiant in trying to resist. The Hand taught her a number of torture endurance techniques and she never had to use them until now. But Selene kept stepping it up, whipping her harder and harder. She whipped her back, butt, thighs, and breasts. She was relentless, the look on her face seething with a twisted sense of excitement. It was like she was getting aroused by this.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

The sickening sounds of hard leather colliding with flesh echoed through the dank walls. Psylocke endured each blow, but did not scream or cry out. She just grunted and endured. But Selene would not let up. She kept whipping and beating her, leaving nasty red welts on her naked flesh. They would not leave marks, but they still hurt like hell. But pain alone wasn’t going to break this woman. Selene knew this and planned for it.

“How does that feel?” said the Black Queen, seething with excitement after delivering a really hard blow to her face.

“Ugh!” grunted Psylocke, not wanting to give her any kind of response.

“Those welts look pretty painful. But you seem to have quite a pain tolerance. Care to test it?”

She hit her again, this time striking her just above her private areas. This really hurt and got a response out of her.

“Sod off, bitch!” she exclaimed.

Selene grinned. She was tough, but not that tough. She was going to have to step it up.

“Such a foul mouth. Why don’t we do a way with that?”

Selene grabbed a ball gag from a nearby table and forcibly put it in her mouth so she couldn’t talk. Betsy tried to spit it out at first, but Selene was too strong. Once it was in she tightened the straps in the back so it was secure. Now her voice was completely muffed and she wouldn’t be able to make any more snide comments. But if Selene was going to get her to beg for mercy, she would need to inflict more pain.

“Much better,” said Selene upon roughly cupping Betsy’s chin, “Now seeing as how you’ve worked for the Hand the last three years I assume you know a thing or two about magic. I’m guessing that’s what they used to put your mind in this new body. And I assume they used more magic to keep you in line so you would serve them.”

She was right, but Betsy didn’t give her the satisfaction of a response. That hardened look in her eyes was all the answer she needed.

“Well let me tell you right now that the magic they use is child’s play compared to what I’m capable of!” said the Black Queen intently, “Magic is a potent force capable of many things. Get ready to feel just how much pain it can inflict!”

Selene then tossed aside the whip and grabbed a new tool for torture. This one was unlike anything Betsy ever saw, even at the Hand. It looked like a thin metal rod, only it had some sort of strange red ruby at the end. It was ridged and hard, indicating it was meant to leave quite a mark. But Selene didn’t just start hitting her with it like she did the whip. She did something unexpected first.

With the strange rode in hand, she sensually licked up the smooth metallic shaft. It was very sensual and disturbing. But then when her lips touched the ruby tip, it started glowing in a dark pinkish hue. Then Selene’s eyes flashed a similar color, indicating that whatever power had just been imbued into the rod was also imbued in her as well. Now gripping the rod intently she leaned in closer to the young ninja. She then held the rod high and the air and swung down hard, striking Betsy just below her neck.

“Mmmmffffhhhhh!” she howled, her pained groans muffled by the gag.

It was like every nerve in her body was set ablaze. White hot pain filled her every fiber. It was agony unlike anything she ever felt before. And even with training and conditioning by the Hand, this was just too much.

“Yeeessss! Feel that? Hurts doesn’t it?”

She hit her again. This time it was even worse. The tip of the rod struck just below her shoulder this time. As soon as the ruby tip made contact with her skin, another round of blinding pain surged through her. It was like her insides were being set on fire while her ever fiber was gnawed at in agony. She hit her again and again, sending more waves of this agony through her body. Every time the tip of the rod touched her, a bright red spark shot out. And with every strike the spark got brighter along with the pain. And the more pain she felt, the more excited Selene got. She really seemed to get off on it, inflicting such blinding pain on her. She got a cruel sense of satisfaction watching her, a tough ninja trained by the Hand, whimpering and moaning in agony. And this was just the beginning.

“Yes! Yes! You feel that?” Selene exclaimed in between blows, “Let the pain break you down! Let it twist your soul! It will only stop when you submit!’

“Mmhhhhhhhh!” groaned Betsy.

She didn’t let up. Selene kept striking her again and again, each time sending more pain through her being. Every time she felt it, Betsy felt herself lose herself a little. She could feel her mind slipping. Her will to resist was starting to give in. Even with her training, she could only take so much pain. And this pain was not normal pain. It didn’t just wound her body. It wounded her mind and soul. Every agonizing second was a test of her will, pushing her and breaking her to the point of madness. She didn’t want to give in. But it was just too hard.

After a good fifteen minutes of whipping, which must of seemed like a lifetime to Betsy, Selene took a breather. The welts on her body were still there, but they didn’t even begin to describe the kind of agony that she was in. This special rod she was using had a special tip with a spell on it that could inflict great pain. And not only could it hurt the body, it wounded the mind and spirit. Even the strongest could not resist such torment for very long. And Betsy was already showing signs of weakening. She was tough, but had little incentive to resist in the name of the Hand. And yet she still resisted. Perhaps she would be open to other forms of persuasion.

With the rod still in hand, the Black Queen grabbed a needle and syringe from her table of tools and walked up to the pained woman. She then grabbed her face and looked her in the eye.

“How does it feel? The pain penetrating all the way to your soul?” said Selene in a deep, sadistic tone, “You know you can’t resist forever. I can tell you want it to end. But you don’t want to give in.”

Betsy didn’t make a sound. She just stared back at the sadistic woman, her gaze as hardened as ever.

“One way or another you will come to serve the Hellfire Club. I’m willing to use any method necessary to break your will to resist us. I’ve shown you how I can hurt you with pain. Now I’ll give you a taste of how I can hurt you with pleasure.”

Betsy couldn’t even begin to understand what she meant by that. Then she watched as the Black Queen, took the syringe and plunged it into her thigh, injecting her with some strange clear fluid. Betsy closed her eyes and struggled at the discomfort. At first she didn’t feel any effects. She just looked on in confusion as Selene pulled the needle out and tossed it aside. Then the expression on her face shifted to one of a strange mix of sadism and sexuality.

“There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain,” she said in a deep voice, “When that line is crossed, so many things are possible. But for those such as you, who have never experienced it before, it is truly an experience. But I must warn you, it does a lot of damage to unprepared minds.”

Selene then snapped her fingers and two doors on each side of the chamber opened. Then four tall, well-built men walked in bearing no shirts and black masks. They were Selene’s personal guards who specialized in her brand of torture. She conditioned them in a way to be especially dark, not like those mindless drones Xavier conditioned. And they would provide Betsy with a good taste of what was in store for her.

It didn’t take long for Betsy to surmise what was going to happen. She watched with a sense of dread as the masked men wordlessly slipped out of their pants, leaving them naked except for their masks. They were each becoming fully aroused as if they were machines of sorts. She started struggling again as the four men surrounded her and started groping her naked body. But she was so weakened from Selene’s torture she could not struggle for very long. It was then she started feeling the effects of whatever it was she injected her with.

“Mmm…mfh,” she moaned out through the gag.

Through the stinging pain, a powerful sense of arousal consumed her. The area between her legs became hot. Her clit swelled and the folds of her pussy grew moist with arousal. She instinctively began rubbing her legs together, trying to work out this feeling. Her mind quickly became dazed, as if something had just reached into her mind and turned every sexual desire and function into overdrive. She was already disoriented enough from the torture. But now she was on the verge of completely losing it.

“Can you feel it? The burning need to be fulfilled?” seethed the Black Queen, “It’s torture isn’t it? Just like pain, your body craves. And to not have it drives you mad. But don’t worry. My strapping young studs will be more than happy to accommodate you. But I must warn you, giving into the feeling can drive you even madder.”

Betsy let out a muffled moan as two of the men groped her breasts, hungrily licking and biting on her nipples through a slit in their masks. The other two men were behind her, fondling her butt and fingering her wet folds. It really was maddening. She was losing control of this body that wasn’t even hers to begin with. She wanted it so bad she felt she would go crazy if she didn’t get it. But she knew she would go just as crazy if she did. There was no escaping it. One way or another she was going to give into this feeling of madness.

“Go on! Fuck her! Fuck her like the bitch she is!” Selene ordered.

The men obediently complied. One man rose up and positioned himself behind her, grabbing her butt and positioning his fully erect cock just outside her wet slit. Then with a hard jerk of his hips, he thrust his dick up into her tight pussy. Betsy’s face contorted in a mix of discomfort and pleasure. It was a strange feeling. There was pain because of her sore body, but as the man began roughly working his member in and out of her vagina feelings of pleasure surged through her to mix with the pain. It was a strange wave of sensations that further dazed and deluded her already damaged mind. And it was just beginning.

The man relentlessly fucked her, hammering his hard dick into her pussy as his strong hands squeezed her butt. Betsy’s body rocked back and forth, her arms still hanging over her head from the shackles. As the man fucked her, the other men continued groping and licking her naked skin, squeezing her breasts and biting on her nipples. It was torture in some ways yet pleasurable in others. The two contrasting sensations mixed for a sensation unlike any other and it was driving her mad. Her mind was a mess, but her body was enjoying it. She could actually feel her insides throbbing. She was actually going to have an orgasm from this. She closed her eyes and moaned louder, trying to hold back. But she couldn’t. Soon she felt her insides tense as a powerful wave of pleasure surged through her body. It didn’t seem possible, but whatever that drug she gave her was it completely overwhelmed her body, sending pleasure through the pain and further driving her to the edge.

“Mfh-mfh-mfh-hmmmmmffffffffff!” Betsy cried out as the man fucked her.

“Yeeeessssss!” grinned Selene, “Your body is giving in! Why don’t you let your mind follow? Keep fucking her!”

The man continued hammering into her, even after she climaxed. He pounded into her harder and harder until he let out a sharp grunt and blew his load into her pussy. When she felt his seeds spill inside her she nearly gagged. But she didn’t have time to be disgusted. As soon as one man pulled out of her, another man got behind her and started fucking her again. Once again she felt the cold strong grim of a masked man’s hands on her butt as he relentlessly pounded his erect member into her wet pussy. Even though her mind resisted, her body didn’t. She rocked her hips back and forth, her tight folds sliding up and down his ridged shaft until she climaxed again. It didn’t seem possible, but somehow her body was able to have another orgasm. This time it was even more intense. It was just too much. She couldn’t stand it anymore.

Judging by the look on her face, Betsy Braddock was giving in. Selene could tell from the look in her eyes. The pleasure and pain was getting to her. This was unlike any torture she had ever endured before. It was twisting her perceptions, warping her thought process, and breaking her down. It looked as though she was already at the point of no return. She was never going to be the same after this. But Selene wasn’t content to just leave it there.

“Giving in already?” she said snidely, “Think you can make it stop just by admitting defeat?”

Betsy didn’t even look at her. She was too dazed and she knew it wouldn’t do her any good.

“Well too bad! The fun is just beginning!” grinned Selene.

For the next two and a half hours, the Black Queen continued to break Psylocke down. Using her ruby tipped rod as her main tool she whipped her naked body from head to toe, sending waves of pain through her body and spirit. The magic in each blow not only added to the pain, it broke down her will and did a way with any thoughts of resisting or defying her. The more she was broken down, the more submissive she would be. It was a level of submissiveness the Hand could never have hoped for. They didn’t know how to use magic. They didn’t know how to break someone like she did.

In between the whippings, Selene had the men rape her more. They each took turns, getting behind her and thrusting their erect cocks into her pussy. She stayed aroused the whole time due to the drug. And even though the men were fairly rough with how they fucked her, her body continued to climax again and again like a machine. Each one send waves of pleasure that mixed with the pain. It further weakened her will to resist. And because of the high dosage Selene gave her, she would have some permanent after effects. Selene could already see in her the makings of a fine, submissive sex worker with a weakness for pleasure. There was no doubt she would make a fine addition to their ranks.

At some point about halfway through the torture, Betsy stopped resisting. She stopped struggling with the chains. She stopped struggling with the men. And she didn’t resist when Selene struck her with the rod. It showed she had been broken. And yet Selene continued, knowing Xavier would probably chew her out for it later, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t afford to stop now. This skilled bitch showed a gall she admired. She may not have been able to resist her, but then again who could? That didn’t mean she couldn’t be useful to her plans.

Towards the end, Selene undid the shackles holding Betsy up and let her naked body fall limply to the floor. By now she was covered in welts, dripping with sweat, and had streaks of semen trailing down her face, breasts, and inner thighs. She still had the gag in her mouth though, having no desire or motivation to remove it. For the last round of torture Selene whipped her with the rod while she was on top of one of the masked guards, being bounced up and down his ridged cock. After whipping her a few times another one of the guards came in and got on top of her, thrusting his erect dick into her butt, which had also been thoroughly fucked throughout the session. Together to two men sandwiched her between them, fucking her relentlessly in each hole until her body tensed in one last mind-numbing climax. When she peaked they released their load inside her. Then they pulled out of her and let her fall limply to the floor in a dazed heap.

Looking down at her, Selene saw a dazed and defeated woman. The look on Betsy’s face was blank, reflecting a sort of clean slate for her to take and mold as she pleased. Her will had been broken and she was ready to accept a new master. And she was going to make sure that master was her.

“Leave,” she told the four masked men.

The men nodded and left as she asked. Once they were gone, Selene set the rod aside and knelt down over the purple haired woman. She removed the gag, allowing her to finally catch her breath. She was really out of it, but she was still conscious and coherent.

“So broken and vulnerable,” she said softly into her ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you your strength back. I can make you more powerful than the Hand ever could. You just need to let go…and give into the darkness.”

Betsy heard her, but wasn’t sure what to make of it. After two and half hours of torture and rape, she could barely think straight. But she was still fully alert. She watched as Selene started softly fondling her breasts. She moaned slightly, her body still reeling from pleasure and pain. Then in a strange show of sexual deviance Selene licked down her breasts, biting roughly on her tender nipples. This caused Betsy’s face to contort in a bit of discomfort, but Selene kept going. Slowly she trailed her hungry lips down her body, tasting traces of sweat and semen left on her from the men who so eagerly fucked her. Then she reached her vaginal area, which was still reddened from all the sex she had and dripping with a mix of semen and her feminine fluids.

Selene then looked up at the purple haired woman and flashed her a sadistic grin. She then chanted a mysterious phrase in a language that sounded like a mix between Japanese and Vietnamese. Suddenly her eyes flashed red and a look of raw darkness dominated her face. Licking her lips again, she hungrily pushed her thighs apart and buried her face in her wet pussy. The young woman let out a sharp gasp as she was taken by this new feeling. It wasn’t like the pleasure she felt when the men fucked her or the pains he felt when Selene whipped her. This was something entirely different. But whatever it was, it was very dark.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Betsy moaned out.

“Mmm…feel that?” said Selene, looking up from her pussy, “That’s the darkness consuming you. Let it enter your soul. Let it overtake you!”

Selene continued to hungrily eat her out, plunging her tongue into her moist folds and aggressively teasing her swollen clit. She held her legs apart, allowing her to get in deep and hit every sensitive area inside her. Betsy’s moans grew louder despite her weakened state of mind. She closed her eyes and shifted about as these strange sensations continued to course through her. She was already so weak from the torture. There was nothing she could do to resist. Whatever Selene was doing to her, it was filling her soul with darkness.

She wasn’t sure how long it lasted. But it got to a point where Betsy was on the verge of one more orgasm. It seemed impossible given how many she had with the four men who fucked her. But this was a different kind of orgasm. It was one driven by darkness. It was one that filled her with more than just pleasure. It filled her with a sense of hate and intent unlike anything she ever felt before. She didn’t have the capacity to make sense of it or resist it. All she knew is there was no stopping it. When it hit her eyes flashed the same color as Selene’s, indicating that the darkness had taken hold of her and wasn’t going to let go.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried out.

Selene grinned as she felt her insides spasm one last time in a burst of feminine fluids. It was the culmination of her conditioning. Xavier just wanted her broken down so that she could be molded to serve the Hellfire Club. She took it a step further, not just breaking her down but giving her a taste for darkness. This would not only make her favor darkness more than Xavier, but give her a skilled ally willing to yield to her every whim.

Rising up from the floor, Selene stood over the naked woman. Her imposing shadow loomed over her in a domineering manner, projecting a commanding aura. Looking up at her from her feeble position, she seemed almost god-like.

“You are now a minion of darkness, Elizabeth Braddock,” Selene told her, “Say you will serve me unto the very end.”

“I will serve you until the very end,” she said in a low, mechanical tone.

“Say I am your mistress and master.”

“You are my mistress and master,” she repeated.

“You will do exactly as I say and present yourself exactly as I tell you to, understood?”

Betsy didn’t answer. She still wouldn’t look the Black Queen in the eye. As dazed as she was, she was still not an autonomous machine. Some humanity remained, but it was buried for the moment.

“Do you understand?!” Selene demanded impatiently.

“Yes…I understand,” said Betsy in a low tone.

“Good,” grinned the Black Queen, “Then welcome to the world of darkness. You’re just in time too. There is great change on the horizon. Become a part of it and your rewards will be vast. Just remember, you serve me now. Don’t ever forget it.”

The Black Queen left the naked woman on the floor of her dungeon to digest that. She looked out of it and yet that hardened expression returned to her face. Her eyes continued to glow as a result of the darkness. She had spent the last three years of her life being used and controlled by the Hand. Now she would spend the rest of her days being used and controlled by a new entity, the Hellfire Club. And Selene had big plans for her and her fellow minions.

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Up next: Betsy comes to terms with her new role while Emma sews the seeds of new tension.