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Kitty Pryde, Pawn of Hellfire	By : superbang Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 12372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kitty Pryde, Pawn of Hellfire
Chapter 4
Kitty Pryde retrieved the crystal decanter from its resting place at the far end of the meeting room. She could feel eyes on her back as the Inner Circle of the Hellfire Club began their meeting. She broke out in gooseflesh. She knew she was doing well. The look on Ororo and Xavier’s face were enough for her to confirm that. Peter Rasputin seemed to like her but Logan seemed indifferent. Jean Grey, the Black Queen of Hellfire, seemed to be dead set against her. She didn’t know what it would take to win her over but she knew she was willing to try.
She went and filled their glasses, each in descending order of rank. Professor Xavier, Jean, Ororo and Logan were enraptured in the details of a fancy-dress ball they were throwing for the vernal equinox. It seemed like a grand affair but she doubted she would attend. She was only a Pawn after all.
As she filled Peter’s glass she tried to give him a smile. He looked away, embarrassed to have the naked young woman serve him. Everyone else had looked at her, some leered even, but that didn’t seem to be in his nature. As much as she sought the other’s approval, she liked Peter in a totally different way.
Her goosebumps started to recede as the night continued. Their attention was not on her but the matter at hand. Kitty was happy for that. Walking into the meeting naked was stressful enough, she felt self-conscious as it was, especially so as the night continued. She did her duty, remained quiet, refilled their glasses and stayed out of the way. If she could blend into the wall she would.
Kitty was most embarrassed about her pussy. She wasn’t used to it being clean-shaven and only did so at Ororo’s request. It felt raw, more naked than the rest of her. Whenever she had the opportunity she lowered the decanter to cover it.
A few times she caught Peter staring at her, and each time she blushed. “He knows I like him,” she thought to herself. “He has to. But I’ve been here for over two months and he barely noticed me. I take off my clothes and now he can’t stop playing eye games…”
“Now,” Xavier said as the hour long party debate abated, “We must turn our attentions to the threats to the Club. Sir Logan?”
Logan seemed to wake up. He didn’t care about parties and guest lists. This was where he could show his expertise. “I’ve tracked Mystique’s Brotherhood to their hideout, a bunkhouse on an abandoned farm in Texas. I’ve scouted the area myself. There are several blind spots in their defenses we can exploit and we should move before the equinox. Our source on the inside says they're going to make an assassination attempt on Robert Kelly.”
“The presidential candidate?” Peter asked.
“The anti-mutant presidential candidate,” Logan corrected. “He’s a member of the Hellfire Club, so we need to protect him. We can change his opinion of mutants at the Ball, but we can’t do it if he’s dead. If Mystique’s crew kills him, he’s a martyr to those racists, so we should act now.”
“I can hire more security for the Equinox Ball,” Peter suggested. “But that won’t do anything for him on the campaign trail.”
Xavier nodded. “Who does Mystique have on her side?”
Logan produced a manila envelope and threw it to Xavier, it dropped on the table and dossiers with paper-clipped photos spilled out. “Blob, Avalanche, Pyro, Destiny, and a young mutant that goes by the name of Rogue.”
Xavier inspected the papers. “Mystique is an idealist. Destiny sees the inevitability of our mission. Either may be swayed to our side. Blob, Pyro and Avalanche are mercenaries at best but have anarchist tendencies. I don’t see them being part of our future willingly.” Xavier pulled out the dossier for Rogue and looked it over. “But I want her. She is young and impressionable. I think she can benefit from our program, like Ms. Pryde has.”
Ororo spoke up. “But if they have Destiny won’t they be expecting our attack? They say she can see the future.”
“Who do you think is our person on the inside?” Logan crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “If it is a trap we’ll have to overpower them. The Phoenix is good for that.”
Jean chuckled, “Oh Logan, you know that’s not the only thing I’m good for.”
“So the plan,” Xavier concluded. “We sanction Blob, Pyro and Avalanche. Destiny, Mystique, and Rogue get the choice. We leave the details of the attack to the Black Knight.”
They put it to a vote and the result was unanimous. Kitty couldn’t believe her ears; did ‘sanction’ mean what she thought it meant? Did the X-Men just vote to kill three people?
Before she could think about it further the White King turned his attention to her. “Katherine Pryde, Pawn of Hellfire, come stand before the council.” Xavier motioned for her to step in front of the table.
Under his direct gaze Kitty had no resistance. She placed the crystal decanter down and stepped in front of the table. “Yes my King?”
“Are you familiar with the ancient samurai code of bushido?”
Besides her experience with a Tom Cruise movie she knew nothing. “No my King, I can’t say I do.”
The professor began to lecture. “Well you already are in a way. The word “samurai” actually means “one who serves”. Whether you are aware of it or not, that is how we have been training you. There are seven tenets of bushido: compassion, courage, courtesy, duty, honesty, honor and sincerity. You have been tested in all of these. Certain ones you have excelled at, and others you have not.”
Kitty bit her lip. “I’m sorry my King. I did not know I was being tested. I’m only a Pawn and I’m still learning-“
“Stop making excuses.” Jean cut her off sharply. “Never make another excuse again. Failure is more acceptable than excuses.”
“My apologies,” Kitty hung her head in shame. She was suddenly cold again, her nipples hardened and she felt a chill start on her naked sex and travel the length of her spine. She covered her smoothness with both hands, trying to look as humble as possible.
Xavier cleared his throat. “This is not about your failures, my young pawn. This is about your triumphs. As I said, there are seven tenets of bushido. There are seven pieces of Hellfire regalia you can earn. Each represents a tenet of bushido. I’m sure by now you have noticed the mark on the inside of your collar.”
Kitty had noticed it, but she had thought it was simply a maker’s mark. She unbuckled her collar and looked at the inside. There was the symbol on the reverse side of the ring.
“That is the kanji of “Yu”, the Japanese word for courage. You were brave enough to leave everything you knew behind and swear to serve us as Pawn. You have been doing an exemplary job so far, bravely facing each test we set for you. But pass or fail, you have always tried with courage.”
Kitty blushed again, a terrible habit she would have to stop. She didn’t take praise well, and with her collar removed she actually felt naked. She hadn’t realized how much she’d come to depend on it. “Thank you my King,” she whispered as she quickly buckled her slave-collar back on.
By the time she looked up, Ororo was already walking around the table. She had something in her hand but she could not make it out. “In addition to courage, you have exemplified another virtue. Last night I seduced myself into your bed. Whether you did it willing or not, it was something you were clearly not comfortable with. When asked about it this morning, despite your obvious discomfort, you told the truth. You could have lied or could have tried to keep it secret. Instead you were brave enough to tell the truth.”
Ororo showed her the object she held. It was a leather cuff with a silver ring and buckle. Ororo showed her the inside. “This is the kanji for “Gi”, the Japanese word for honesty.” Ororo knelt and secured the cuff around Kitty’s left ankle. “You have exemplified the bushido tenet of honesty.” Ororo looked up at her but did not rise. “You are a remarkable young woman and I am proud to call you ‘friend’, my Pawn.”
“Thank you my Bishop.” Kitty managed to gush before the blushing began again. Again it distracted her from someone rounding the table. This time it was Xavier, a similar cuff on his lap as he wheeled himself over to her.
“Katherine Pryde, you were told to come to this meeting in full Hellfire regalia. You did, in the only piece you had earned. But the test was not in figuring out the riddle, my young Pawn. The real test is going through with it. And you have. You could have pretended you didn’t understand. You could have refused. You could have shown up clothed and disrespected this council. But no, you had already mastered courage and honesty. Instead you respected this institution and its traditions. You served this council, did not complain or create an improper spectacle. Instead, you served with humility, endured with a gracious attitude.”
Xavier opened the cuff and showed her the symbol on the inside. “This is the kanji for “Rei”, the Japanese word for courtesy.” He handed the leather cuff down to the still kneeling Ororo. She fastened it around Kitty’s right ankle. Xavier bowed as best he could from his wheelchair, “you have exemplified the tenet of courtesy and earned this piece of regalia.”
“Thank you my King.” Kitty managed without blushing.
Ororo rose and pushed Xavier behind the table before taking her own seat. They lifted their glasses to her in a toast. “To Katherine Pryde, Pawn of Hellfire, master of the disciplines of courage, honesty and courtesy.”
They all drank to her and Kitty welled up with pride.
They emptied their glasses and Xavier addressed her again. “A samurai is first and foremost a servant. Secondly they are cunning and powerful warriors. You my pawn, have expressed desire to leave childish distractions behind. You’ve expressed your desire to learn to use your powers.”
“That is true my King.” Kitty said, “But truthfully I have not phased since I arrived here.”
“Of course not,” Xavier laughed. “The collar around your neck blocks access to your power. We could not have you fleeing through the walls with all the secrets you had seen. Not until we were sure of your commitment.”
Kitty had a shocked look on her face. She understood, but still felt violated.
“Pawn,” Xavier instructed, “take the ring of your collar in your right hand.”
Kitty did as she was told.
“Turn it clockwise.”
Kitty did.
“You now have access to your mutant gifts. You can turn them on and off at will. But phasing is not the only power you possess.”
“What do you mean my King?”
Xavier indicated her directly. “We’re teaching you to use all of your powers. Your strength, your beauty, your innocence, and the tremendous will it takes to use them. You are a very special young woman, my pawn. Your greatest powers are not in your mutant gifts but the mind and body that wields them.”
“Thank you.”
“Now, let us call this meeting to an end. We can retreat to the study and relax. We have much to discuss about the future.”
The Inner Circle rose and went to a doorway at the back of the room. Kitty turned and headed to the front.
“Where are you going, Kitten?” Ororo asked.
Kitty froze. She wanted to head back to her room, to put on a shirt and some pants before joining them in the antechamber.
Ororo’s leather bodice crinkled as she crossed her arms. “Modesty is a luxury a pawn can’t afford. Come, we have so much to do.”
Kitty turned and followed her into the study. The rings strapped to her ankles jingled with each step. The study was luxuriously adorned with leather couches and plush carpets. Naked as she was, Kitty knew she wasn’t going to be doing much sitting. There was a table with maps and papers spread across it. Apparently this was where Logan planned his missions. Also, there was a fully stocked bar.
Jean lounged on a couch as the others filed in. “There you are, Kitty. Be a pet and get me a glass of bourbon, straight up.” She bit the fingertip of her long leather glove and pulled it free with her teeth.
“Of course my Queen,” Kitty said as she went to the bar.
“Beer for me.” Logan said.
“May I have a vodka tonic as well?” Peter asked.
Kitty took their drink orders and prepared them as best she could. Xavier, Peter and Logan began to plan their attack on the Brotherhood’s compound. Kitty arranged the beverages on a tray and began distributing them to each who’d asked.
She handed Jean her bourbon and the Black Queen took it in her gloved hand. Her other reached out and touched Kitty between her legs. Kitty froze with shock as the Black Queen’s bare hand caressed her naked sex.
“I like this.” Jean said as she gently traced Kitty’s slit with a fingertip, “So smooth, so soft. Let’s keep it like this Kitty. From now on shave everything below the eyebrows daily. I want you smooth and tight.”
“Yes my Queen.” Kitty said, suppressing the urge to shudder as Jean continued to molest her crotch.
Kitty did her best to steady herself and not recoil from the intrusive touch. She had just been awarded her regalia for courtesy. Jean outranked her and there was no way she could refuse without being rude. If they took her ankle cuff away she would have to earn it all over again. Somehow she thought she’d gotten it rather easily. The best Kitty could do was muster her courage, keep the drink tray steady, and not think about how much she detested the Black Queen’s insistent fingers.
“Do you like this?” Jean asked as her eyes lit up. “Do you like the touch of another woman on your tight little snatch?”
It was clearly another test, one of courtesy and honesty. She needed to find a way to be honest and answer that question without offending the Black Queen. The problem was Jean knew which buttons to push. Kitty’s head swam, her nipples hardened and she began to feel herself moisten inside.
“If it pleases you,” Kitty said was the best compromise she could come up with.
Jean smiled wide. “I really like that! How creative our little pawn is! “If it pleases you.” Now and forever all pawns are forbidden from uttering the word “no” to a superior in the Inner Circle. Instead they may say “if it pleases you” to voice their displeasure in the most polite way possible.” Jean’s expression soured, “you are a devilish minx, Kitty. I shall have to keep a close eye on you.”
“Hey,” Logan said as he looked up from the table. “Let the girl be, Jeanie. My beer is getting warm.”
Jean smirked. “Go, service them and return to me.”
Happy to have a reprieve no matter how brief, Kitty brought Logan his beer, “Thanks darlin’.”
Kitty realized Xavier was staring at her. His eyes were piercing darts as he looked her over from head-to-toe. Kitty suppressed the urge to blush, even though she was embarrassed to be sexually excited in front of him, even mildly. His eyes lingered on every part of her. “You are not the slip of a girl you were a few months ago, Katherine. You look very trim, fit and flexible. You should be commended for your hard work.”
Kitty smiled uneasily at the compliment. “Thank you my King. The ballet has built up my legs, and the training sessions with the Black Knight are very thorough.”
“’Bout that,” Logan said as he also looked her over. “When we get back from this mission, kiddie-time is over. Full contact, full powers; you want real training so I’m not going to be holding back.”
“Thank you... Sir Logan,” Kitty hoped that was an acceptable response. She felt strange addressing him as ‘my knight’. “I will not disappoint you.”
“Don’t,” Logan said as he turned back to the table, “that would hurt.”
Furrowing her brow at the last comment, Kitty delivered Peter his vodka tonic. “Thank you Katherine.” He said, avoiding eye contact with her.
“You’re welcome,” Kitty whispered. Peter was the only one who not only didn’t leer at her, but was polite enough to say ‘thank you’.
As she went to return the tray to the bar, Ororo snatched her by the wrist and whispered into her ear. “Each of us has a piece of regalia to give you Kitty, but the first and last you take for yourself. I tell you this because both the Professor and I have given you ours. Sooner or later you must be granted one from the Queen, Knight and Rook. You must win her over. Remember your lessons and be brave my friend.”
Kitty nodded and Ororo let her go. She returned the tray to the bar, swallowed her pride, and returned to where the Black Queen was sitting.
“That took you long enough,” Jean chastised as green fire blazed in her eyes. “I am not a woman to be kept waiting.”
“Apologies, my Queen.”
Jean nodded. “Still proper, but we will see how long that lasts.” Jean reached out halfway to touch her between the legs again, but seemed to think better of it. “Come forward Pawn and present yourself.”
Kitty took a step forward and right into the Black Queen’s waiting hand. She had to spread her legs a little farther than she was used to. Like everything else in this situation, it made her uncomfortable. Jean began to probe her again, slipping a fingertip ever so slightly into Kitty’s moistening slit. “Obedient. That’s good, but not an uncommon quality. We can train obedience, like a dog. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes my Queen.”
“You’re very lucky Pawn. You’re smooth and soft, but that is about it. Your tits are too small; your hips are too narrow. You’re not very pretty; cute maybe, but certainly not beautiful. You’re rather plain to the sight Pawn, downright homely. Wouldn’t you agree? ”
“Yes my Queen.” Kitty mumbled as she folded her arms behind her back, offering no resistance to the Black Queen’s touch.
“But you are here and you are willing, so I suppose that’s worth a moment’s distraction.” Jean waited until their eyes met, and coldly jammed her middle finger deep inside Kitty. The sudden breach forced a sharp breath from the younger woman, but she managed to maintain control. Kitty endured the regretful sensation of Jean working her sex from the inside.
“Impressive, you know how to keep you composure.” Jean said as she continued to finger the girl. “And you’re very tight. Do you think you could take two fingers? Three? How about my whole fist?”
Kitty was terrified at the thought but she could not let it show, “If it pleases you, my Queen...”
Jean’s eyes looked at each part of Kitty’s body, looking for any sign of rebellion or disgust. She found none, but by the time she was done searching, Kitty was very wet. More than simple excitement, sweat began to form on her temples. The position, the berating and the violation was putting unfamiliar strain on her.
Jean smirked up at the slave girl. “You’re positively sopping you little slut.”
“Yes my Queen.” Kitty gasped. She turned her head to the side, mouth open and eyes shut.
“You don’t deserve this, what I’m going to do. You’re lucky I’m bored with battle-plans and party favors.”
“Yes my Queen.” Kitty gasped again, hoping no one would notice her.
“Help me off with this then.” She pointed her still-gloved hand up to Kitty, who bit the leather tip of the middle finger. Jean pulled her hand away and the glove came free; all the while the probing finger still working like a piston inside her.
Jean yanked the glove from the pawn’s mouth. “Remain standing and do not cry out, there is a strategy meeting in session.”
“Yes my Queen.” Kitty repeated.
Jean removed her finger and Kitty choked down a gasp. She had detested it so much, but now that it was gone her cunt clenched for it. Jean roughly grabbed her by the tits and pulled her forward, her hairless pussy met the Black Queen’s waiting lips.
Kitty closed her eyes, trying to imagine it was just Ororo being a little rough with her. This was impossible as Jean would lick her from taint to top, sucking at her clit and mumbling insults. Every time she tried to put her mind somewhere else it would be yanked back to the present with a rough pinch of her nipple or bite at her lip.
The Black Queen knew what she was doing. It was ecstasy and torture at the same time. She would let the orgasm build up in Kitty, but switch tactics before she could get release. Kitty had no idea how long she stood there for. Her legs went numb and trembled. Her eyes were shut as tight as her mouth, trying to suppress every moan that welled within her.
Finally Jean licked Kitty’s clit as she crossed her middle and index fingers, forcing them both up inside her. It was the largest thing she’d ever had down there and she strained with the pain. Kitty made a closed-mouth yelping noise but didn’t let it out. With her free hand Jean cupped the girl’s ass so she couldn’t pull away. She lapped at Kitty’s sex, trusting and licking at the same pace.
Kitty’s breathing quickened. Her heart raced. Her skin flushed red in anticipation. Sweat poured from her brow and she had to breathe through clenched teeth. She tried to keep quiet, tried to do what she was told, but it was so difficult with the seeming hours this orgasm was building for. She opened her eyes, desperately looking for something to bite down on.
“Come now Pawn,” Jean mocked between laps. “Show us how our little Illinois slut likes to orgasm, but don’t make a sound. There is a meeting in progress…”
Kitty saw that the meeting had stopped. Every pair of eyes was on her. They stared at the strain on her face, the way her perky breasts jiggled with each shuddering breath. Every moment was an embarrassing agony, she didn’t know if she’d die of shame or her heart would burst from trying to hold in the pleasure. The relentless tongue and fingers worked her hard, rapider and rapider until the inevitable occurred.
With a supreme act of will Kitty choked it down. Her chest heaved, her body jerked with spasms. Kitty climaxed harder than she ever had before, but not a single sound escaped her lips.
The Black Queen pushed her away and Kitty fell to the floor in a soggy heap, gasping for air. She curled into the fetal position, her body rocked with aftershocks from such an intense orgasm.
After a full two minutes Kitty opened one eye and breathlessly asked, “Did I pass the test my Queen?”
A new sound drew her back to her senses. It was polite applause.
Jean seemed annoyed, either that they’d had an audience or the pawn did not fail, maybe a little of both. “You show a little potential, for a homely little Illinois slut.” Jean held out her hand that was still slick with Kitty’s excitement. “Now clean your lust from me and go to bed.”
“Yes my Queen.” Kitty said, swallowing her pride again as she rose to her hands and knees. She crawled over to offered hand. In the ultimate act of submission, Kitty licked her own juices from the Black Queen’s fingers.
Jean took a fistful of Kitty’s long brown hair and wiped her chin. “The Pawn advances across the board faster than I expected. But this was no real test, just a bit of fun. I have not yet begun to defile you.”
Kitty finished licking the hand clean and looked up at her. Her expression was submissive but her eyes were defiant, “Thank you for the lesson my Queen.” Then she phased through the floor and disappeared from sight.
Jean tossed back her head, maniacal laughter overtaking her. “What fun we shall have! Oh what fun!”
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