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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 3

Making Pawns
"Please enjoy."
With that the doors closed as Emma Frost took her leave. Illyana Rasputina, Theresa Cassidy, and Monet St. Croix relaxed into the comfort of the velvet-lined couches of the opulent drawing room. Pleasantries were exchanged as well as vessels of a strong cordial provided to the young women. They sipped while chatting, enjoying the company and the sweet taste of the strong spirit.
"My friends, this is the life." Illyana saluted, raising her crystal flute to the others.
"From a castle gone to seed in County Cork to the height of society." Theresa returned the salute with a toss of her red hair and a twinkle in her bright blue eyes. "Must be luck of the Irish."
"Most fortunate," the dusky hued Monet St. Croix concurred. Still, she felt the need to caution her compatriots, "Do not celebrate prematurely. We haven�t been inducted into this organization."
Nodding in agreement their tone of conversation grew slightly more somber. Each thought about how tonight they needed make the best impression possible.
* * * * *
"Please disrobe," Caliban repeated again. All four girls reacted; three in shock and one as told.
They stood in a large industrial laundry room somewhere in the back of the Hellfire Mansion. Four wicker baskets were arranged on the floor waiting to be filled as the gaunt, pale, yellow-eyed man instructed.
"What?" Angelica asked. Of the assembled girls, the fiery redhead had the most spunk. Kitty tried to recall where she had seen her before. For the life of her she couldn�t. Her mind was busy trying not to process Caliban�s request.
"Disrobe." Caliban answered shyly, more asking than commanding. "The uniform, undergarments, shoes and jacket don�t belong to you. They are the property of Queen Emma�s Massachusetts Academy. Take your clothes off and place them in the basket. She wishes to have them washed before issuing them to other students."
Before Caliban was done with his explanation, Xi�an Coy Manh had finished. The neatly folded uniform, undergarments, and shoes filled her basket. Her long luxurious hair flowed over her shoulders and down her chest, covering much of her coppery skin. She swept her jet-black mane behind her head revealing all it had concealed. Unabashed she stood naked before the pale creature and her former classmates.
Kitty couldn�t look away. It wasn�t Xi�an�s smooth skin, trim figure, or her small yet firm breasts with the chocolate nipples, Kitty couldn�t look away because she knew the secret Xi�an kept for years. Kitty knew that Xi�an Coy Manh was a lesbian. She told her last year� in a bar� in Chicago.
"Is everything all right Katherine?" Xi�an earnestly asked. Kitty blinked, realizing that she was staring. Xi�an sensed her conflict. She leaned in close and whispered into Kitty�s ear, "Take off your clothes. It�s easier when you�re not the only one. Trust me."
Kitty shook the cobwebs from her mind. Looking over Xi�an�s naked shoulder she saw that Allison and Angelica had reluctantly started to strip.
"Sorry Xi�an," Kitty started while unbuttoning her jacket. "I�m just a little shy." While that was mostly true, she was in a situation where nudity would not be easy. Kitty would trust Xi�an with her life� but this wasn�t her Xi�an. This was a stranger from some other dimension of space/time, similar but not the same. Maybe she didn�t have Xi�an�s sense of honor. To further complicate things, their proctor, Caliban, once kidnapped Kitty and tried to force her into marriage. Getting naked was not as easy as normal by any means.
Regardless of who was watching, Kitty did the deed. While removing her blouse she found the one thing that she could positively guarantee was not Emma Frost�s property. On a simple chain around her neck hung a Star of David. Slipping the religious symbol off Kitty palmed it, refusing to let it go.
Moments later the baskets were filled. The four indentured servants stood stark naked. Caliban collected the baskets. "Follow me, please." With that the gaunt manservant disappeared into the makeshift walls of hanging linens. The four naked young women followed.
Kitty lagged behind the rest, lost in thought. A thousand questions flared in Kitty�s brain. "Okay, you�ve been in tougher situations than this. Figure it out. Was this some sort of body switch? No this feels like my body. Time travel? While I could have been thrown back in time; Karma, Magma and Caliban as well seems very unlikely to go along with me. Maybe I got sucked into an alternate dimension? Possibly, it would explain several things�"
The feeling of fingers wrapping around her wrist interrupted Kitty�s thought. Xi�an gently tugged Kitty forward.
"You must keep pace, Katherine." Xi�an warned. "It has been my experience that slaves who move too slowly are spurred faster by whips."
Xi�an gave a playful smile, trying to give a flash of humor with her advice. Katherine couldn�t help but notice the sparkle in Xi�an�s puppy brown eyes, the bemused curls in the corners of her small mouth. She looked like someone trying to improve the mood, yet there was something amiss still.
Kitty could sense Xi�an�s hesitation. �Is she trying to support me or looking for it herself? Should I�� Kitty concluded, �I�m going to need all the friends I can get.�

With a deft twist of her wrist Kitty slipped free and in one motion took Xi�an�s hand into her own. Xi�an�s questioning gaze met Kitty�s reassuring smile. Their fingers interlocked, Their sweaty palms pressed together. The contact reaffirmed them both. They were not alone as long as they had one another.
Holding hands, both young women follow the pale herald into an uncertain future.
* * * *
Illyana giggled in delight. The cordial had gone to her head a bit, but this new sensation was truly intoxicating. With her eyes shut she sat in an ivory basin filled with hot, lavender scented water. The carriage ride had taken much out of her, but that was quickly being replenished.
Outside the bath, a maid knelt behind her, combing her long blonde locks, removing the knots and trimming the split ends. To her left another maid manicured her, massing the hand while shaping the nails. A third maid was running about the tiled room somewhere but Illyana had lost track. Before, that one had the task of scrubbing her body vigorously. Once that chore was done she had dedicated herself to keeping Illyana�s glass full. That particular duty currently required attention.
"Maid, more spirits." Illyana snapped.
With her eyes closed in rapturous pleasure, Illyana could hear a door open and rustling about the room. The wineglass was taken from her hand. �Good,� she thought, �it is nice to see that being a guest has its privileges.�

"I hope you don�t mind," a cool, familiar feminine voice interjected, "but I�ve taken the liberty of changing your beverage."
Illyana opened her eyes. First she saw the ice water in her glass. Second she saw the offender. Emma Frost stood before her in a voluminous white robe.
"Ms. Frost, this is an unexpected surprise." Illyana sat up straighter, not liking the way her last statement came out. Backtracking, she tried to apologize, "This is an unexpected pleasure, Ms. Frost."
"I�m afraid that the other baths are currently occupied by your fellow alumni. I need to wash and relax before this evenings festivities."
Illyana�s mind raced. �This is some sort of test. Should I get out and offer it to her?� She was about to speak when another thought crossed her mind. �No. I am graduated. She may be a queen in this secret society but I am not yet a member. As of this moment we are equals.�

Emma Frost looked at Illyana puzzled. Try as she might, she was not able to read this girl�s mind. She never could. That was how she knew Illyana was a �person of power� (like herself), to begin with. As frustrating as that was, she had watched this young woman grow. She had molded her into her own image. Now was the time of her final examination and it consisted of only one question. "Is Illyana Rasputin up to the challenge?"
Illyana�s sky colored eyes met Ms. Frost�s sapphire blues, "Please. Join me."
"Thank you." A platinum blonde chambermaid stepped forward. She tied Emma Frost�s hair into a loose bun. A silver comb kept the blonde tangle in place. Emma Frost untied her robe and the maid took it away. Immediately another maid brought her a glass, ice rattling as it found her delicate hand. Emma sipped the crystal clear liquid from the Champaign flute. For a long second she stood motionless, enjoying the taste.
Illyana Rasputin got an excellent view of what few people ever have, will, or could hope to see. Emma Frost�s naked body was a magnificent sight to behold; everything about her, from head to toe, was a temple to erotic desire. Emma Frost was the personification of cold, calculating lust.
Illyana realized what few could ever know, �Her body is symmetrical. From her icy eyes to the slit between her legs, each part is exactly the same size and shape as its compliment. Her body is absolutely perfect, a work of art.�

Emma stepped into the steamy water. The chambermaids rushed forward with sponge and brush, washing her as if she was made of crystal.
Illyana extended her free hand to Ms. Frost, helping to lower her former teacher into the ivory basin. Water spilled over the sides. The tub was roomy when it was just Illyana, but suddenly it seemed much smaller. There was no way to coexist without touching. Illyana abandoned the notion. Their legs entangled in a search for comfort. Finally they came to an agreeable arrangement; Illyana had one leg over Ms. Frost�s and the other under. Her skin felt cool in comparison to the heat of the water.
The platinum chambermaid, Gwendolyn Stacy, picked up a brush with the intent of working on the newcomers� hair when she was stunned into place. Both women sat with their head and upper torso out of the soapy water. Both held their wineglasses in their right hand. The profiles of their faces� the resemblance was striking. Illyana could be a younger version of the White Queen herself. Pushing the distraction away Gwendolyn knelt behind the Queen, carefully removing the silver comb and brushing the royal tresses.
"Tell me Illyana, are you enjoying your stay?"
Illyana gulped, slightly intimidated by Ms. Frost�s manner and tone. "I like it here very much. The decorum is splendid, the servants attentive and the company is�" Illyana searched for the perfect word, "�astonishing, to say the least."
Emma Frost smiled. "You are a most gracious guest, Ms. Rasputin. Thank you for accepting my invitation." Emma presented her glass to Illyana in salute. "To your health."
Illyana returned the motion and drank from the glass. She immediately knew it wasn�t water as she had initially surmised. The taste was familiar, and fantastic. Fine vodka, aged and chilled to perfection. The exquisite taste triggered long forgotten memories; a gentle snowfall on a Russian winters� night; enchanting music played before a roaring fire; it was the night when she had first been kissed. Undoubtedly the best times of her young life were over an open bottle. The taste reminded her of home, family, and love.
"I�m glad you like my selection." Emma smiled.
Slowly Illyana came back to the present. With a psychic nudge from Emma Frost the servants filed out, leaving them alone.
"I have secret matters to discuss with you Illyana." Taking another sip, for courage, Illyana listened intently with the knowledge that her future could depend on this.
"We have much in common, you and I. We are children of privilege, noble spirits and fair beauties." Emma paused to let that sink in, all of her students knew that she did not complement easily. "Of all my students, you have the most potential. You�re smart, witty and driven. Combined with your physical beauty, fortune and �hidden talents�, you are a complete package Ms. Illyana Rasputin, my finest accomplishment as a mentor."
Illyana knew this wasn�t exactly true. "Please Ms. Frost, I mean no disrespect but Theresa is generally considered the best looking, Katherine the smartest and Monet is definitely the wealthiest. You flatter me but I�m not deserving of your praise."
"Do not do that ever again!" Emma snapped sharply. "Do not doubt yourself! Never be ashamed of anything you do! Shame and doubt are for lesser creatures! You and I are better than that, better than they are!" Emma took a quick breath, letting her anger cool. "One of the reasons I have amassed so much power is because I will not be shamed. I can not be intimidated or cowed by man, beast or god. That is what we are to them Illyana, make no mistake. We are gods and their only purpose is to serve us." Emma finished, staring at Illyana coldly and taking a sip of her vodka.
Illyana heard the words and wanted them to be true.
"You�re superior to the other students because you do not let anything stand in your way." This shocked the Russian beauty, but she did her best not to let it show. "I like that, Illyana. Your undaunting nature is an admirable quality."
Illyana showed no emotion, as Ms. Frost has taught her.
Bending her legs, Emma Frost eased down into the hot soapy water. Her beautiful bosom dipped below the waterline. Water trickled over the sides of the ivory tub. Her descent was stopped as her hand came into contact with the prickly pubes between Illyana�s legs.
A little gasp escaped Illyana. The initial contact sent a shudder of pleasure through her system.
"My darling Illyana, do you understand? I want you in this society." Emma�s free hand also disappeared under the water. Illyana felt the delicate fingers caress her calf. "I want you by my side, Illyana."
Illyana did nothing to stop Ms. Frost. She had admired her for years. Secretly she had wondered how such a beautiful woman made love. Illyana didn�t react because she didn�t want to seem eager.
"I can guarantee you a place in this organization. Tomorrow you will present yourself to the Council of Choosing and we will vote �yea or nay� on your membership." Emma Frost gently touched Illyana. Illyana did not react outwardly for this time she was prepared. Inwardly she desired much more.
"I have much influence in the Council, I can make this happen for you." Emma Frost sat back, her hand massaging Illyana�s clit. Illyana�s eyes closed as she lay back, losing herself in the sensation. Emma leaned forward and whispers, "I can make it happen for you, Illyana. All the power, all the pleasure you deserve and more. All you have to do is pledge yourself to me."
Illyana couldn�t talk. She was far too aroused. If she opened her mouth the only thing that would come out was a moan of desire. Encouraged by this reaction, Emma continued.
"Illyana�" she whispered sultrily.
The Russian beauty looked away and downed the rest of her drink. Emma grabbed the glass and threw it away. The crystal shattered on the tile.
"Illyana�" her breathy voice whispered again. "Join me�"
Her loins ached for Emma.
"Illyana�" Emma�s free hand grabbed the back of Illyana�s neck, pulling her upright and pressing their foreheads together. "I want you�"
She couldn�t take this much longer.
"Illyana�" her resolve began to wane. "Join me�"
She could feel it build toward an inevitable climax. "Ms. Frost�" Her hesitant lips formed the name, her panting lungs made her beg. "I�"
"Illyana� I want you� join me�"
She crumbled. A breathy whisper escaped like air from a balloon. She told her everything she wanted to hear. "Ms. Frost, I pledge� myself� to you� body� and soul� my Queen."
Emma pulled her prize to her, crushing their bodies together. Emma felt the smaller woman�s body tense. Illyana�s nails dug into the skin of her former teacher�s back. Illyana tried to choke back a cry.
Finally Emma felt Illyana tremble in her arms. She smiled, for the prize was hers.
Afterward they kiss long and deep, not as teacher and student, but sovereign and subject.
* * * * *
Kitty stood in a washtub. Caliban�s hands ran a wet sponge over every crevasse of her body. While Kitty found it more than a little uncomfortable, the gaunt figure had not tried to take any liberties. She had seen him complete this routine three times before, and she knew what came next.
Dropping the sponge into the water he picked up a small cask and brush with his long fingers.
"Arms out please," He asked in an even tone. Kitty complied. He brushed warm foam under her arms. Taking a straight razor, he removed the unwanted hair.
"You are different from the others, Ms. Katherine." Kitty was somewhat surprised to be addressed as a human being. Looking about the room she confirmed to herself that the others had left, gone to an adjoining room to have their hair and make-up done.
"What do you mean by different?" she asked pensively.
Finishing that portion of the task he knelt before her. "Spread your legs please," he asked, in the same even voice as before.
Kitty reluctantly did as she was told, "Do you have to?"
"The White Queen demands it and you belong to her." Caliban explained while applying the foam. "Besides, the younger you look, the better price you�ll take." Caliban picked up the straight razor. "Don�t worry Ms. Katherine. I�m very gentle."
Kitty closed her eyes as she felt the metal touch her skin. He first instinct was to phase and avoid the chance of injury altogether. She caught herself, unsure if the phase would release the other personality occupying her body.
Kitty tried to distract herself by asking the same question again. "What do you mean by different, Mr. Caliban?"
Caliban�s big yellow eyes focused on the task at hand while he spoke. "You do not shy away from my touch. I have had this job for several years and everyone fears my ugly face, at least at first. Yet you do not, Ms. Katherine. Why is that?"
Kitty felt the cool air on her private region and suppressed a shudder. "Because I need your help, Mr. Caliban."
"There is no escape." He stated this as factually as he would the time.
"I�m not trying to escape. I need you to hold something for me."
Caliban looked up, confused. Kitty held out her clenched left hand. Opening it she let the chain drop. A Star of David dangled on the end. "I�m asking you to hold this until my servitude is done. It is all that I own, and very precious to me."
Caliban watched the star spin. He looked up at Kitty puzzled. "Why me?"
Kitty swallowed hard, she was going out on a limb and hoping that this mutant had a shred of the same fiber as the one she knew. "I trust you." Kitty didn�t even convince herself with that one. "You saved me from the coachman�s whip. I�m trusting you because I sense honor in you and�" Kitty looked into his jaundiced eyes and saw tears forming in the corners, "�I need a friend."
Caliban nodded his head in silent affirmation. She gave him the icon. He placed it in his pocket. He finished his task in silence, every so often wiping his tears.
Rinsing her, he toweled her off and set her toward the door. "I will keep this for you Katherine. Your secret is safe with me."
Kitty looked over her shoulder. Here she stood, naked in a chemical smelling laundry, possibly in another dimension and the only true friend she�d found was a misshapen mutant who would be chased down with pitchforks if he ever ventured into the street.
Kitty could see the beauty in this ugly place.
Turning she wrapped her arms around Caliban�s arms and chest, giving him a big hug. "Thank you." She kissed his cheek. Caliban blushed to an unhealthy shade of pink.
Turning and waving goodbye Kitty walked through the door.
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