New Blood II: Growing Ranks

New Blood
Chapter 10: Falling Deeper

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Fisk Tower

Fisk Tower wasn’t the same imposing, criminal fortress that it used to be. Since the Kingpin went on the run over four years ago, his once mighty organization had splintered and many of his assets had dissolved or broken off into separate entities. Over the years numerous criminal heads attempted to take over the Kingpin’s mantel, but none attained the same level of dominance. Most were overthrown by infighting and rival uprisings. It caused numerous crime waves and plenty of bloodshed, but that didn’t bother Charles Xavier or the rest of the Inner Circle. It was all part of the business.

With Fisk struggling to stay under the radar, Charles Xavier moved in and took over many of his business ventures. One of the ways Fisk had been able to avoid scrutiny over the years was because he hid his operations under legitimate businesses. These businesses provided a cover and a front for all his shady ventures. Without them neither he nor any crime lord could carry out their operations. That’s why he made sure the Inner Circle controlled those operations to keep another Kingpin from rising. But it wasn’t easy.

“God damn it, what’s wrong with you people?! Are you fucking babies?! Stop them! Barricade the door! Do something for crying out loud!”

“Don’t worry, sir! They won’t get through! They don’t stand a chance!” said a heavily armed guard.

“They better not! Or I’m taking my frustration out on you!”

The angry voice of Hammerhead, the latest in a long line of upstart crime lords to move in on the Kingpin’s territory, rang out among his highly paid team of body guards as he cowered in Fisk’s old office. A long time crime figure, Hammerhead got his name from the adamantium hair-shaped helmet he had grafted onto his head. He was one of the few figures who could approach the Kingpin’s level of respect even if he never had his kind of power. But at the moment such respect meant next to nothing.

The sounds of gunshots, broken glass, and pained groans from his men could be heard even through the heavily reinforced doors. He couldn’t believe he was running like this from a bunch of kids of all things. He doubted Wilson Fisk ever had to deal with this. He almost preferred having to face Spider-Man or the Avengers. It all started with a phone call. He and his criminal associates were in a conference room discussing business when a man named Charles Xavier called in. He claimed to be an old associate of Wilson Fisk, which was an immediate red flag. He said he worked closely with Fisk and if he wanted to have any kind of legitimacy, he would submit to his authority. Of course, Hammerhead laughed and refused. That’s when it got messy.

Xavier gave him another chance, but he didn’t take it. He then warned him that he made a grave mistake. Hammerhead didn’t think too much of it, but then the line went dead and something strange happened. First the power to the building went out. Then they heard some noise from across the hall. Immediately, they went on the defensive. Everybody in the room drew their guns and Hammerhead made a call to his security downstairs to lock down the area. But his call never went through. His communications were jammed. From there it only got worse.

The noise was revealed to be one of the windows on the floor breaking, which was a feat in and of itself because the glass was two in thick and supposedly bulletproof. But it was shattered and in came a group of strangely dressed teenagers wielding mutant powers. There were four men and two women. One man was firing energy blasts from his hands, another was forming ice, another was flying through the air wit rocket-like exhaust, another was surrounded by fire and wielding super strength, one of the girls seemed to control everything metal, and the other was shooting fireworks from her hands. They may have been young, but they were tough and weren’t afraid to use their powers.

“Ahhhhhhhh! No don’t! Please…”

“You little punk! I swear I’ll-ack!”

The pained screams of his henchmen were getting louder and closer as Hammerhead hunkered down behind Fisk’s old desk armed with only his head and a gun. Several of his most trusted body guards stood beside him, armed with assault rifles. But he could tell even they were getting nervous. Whoever these punks were, they weren’t here to arrest them and take them to jail. They weren’t the Avengers, they weren’t Daredevil, and they weren’t Spider-Man. They were something else entirely.

“Steady boys! Stop shaking in your boots like babies!” barked Hammerhead, “This office is reinforced! There’s only one way in and the second they enter I want them filled with lead! Got it?!”

“But boss, they…” began one of his henchmen.

“Don’t argue with me! Just do it! Whoever kills the most gets a big fat bonus, you hear?! Now get ready!”

His men straightened up and shook off their fear, thinking only of the bonus he just promised. Hammerhead stayed behind Fisk’s desk, trying to see if there was some sort of failsafe that Fisk had built into this place. He was sure a man like the Kingpin always kept a backup, but this building had been gutted and re-arranged constantly over the past four years. Much of the Kingpin’s old hardware had been confiscated. But there had to be something. It just wasn’t easy when the power was out.

“Here they come!” came a voice from behind the door.

More agonizing cries followed and soon the enemies were at the door. At first there was silence. Then they heard a voice.

“Lorna, do your thing.”

Then to their amazement the heavily reinforced steel door was literally ripped open as if it were made of tin foil. Then from the new opening Lorna, Alex, Bobby, Roberto, Jubilee, and Sam entered. They looked pretty calm for a group of teenagers who just blew through an army of thugs, killing a few along the way even as they begged for mercy. The fact that they were teenagers seemed to scare Hammerheads men even more than their powers. At first they were too shocked to fire, but he wouldn’t have it.

“Don’t just stand there gawking! Shoot already!” he exclaimed.

They stopped thinking and fired wildly at the group of young teenagers. They didn’t take careful aim or try anything fancy. They just shot until the magazines in their guns ran out. But not one bullet they fired hit. In fact, they all stopped in mid air just a few feet away from them. The girl with the green hair appeared to be the one stopping them. It was like a nightmare to watch. And once their guns were empty all they could do was gaze in terror.

“Nice job, Lorna,” said Alex, “I think we can take it from here.”

“Yeah, now it’s our turn!” grinned Roberto with sinister intent.

“Remember our orders, guys! Take no prisoners!” said Bobby.

The young Hellfire pawns sprang into action, the fruits of their training over the past month finally taking form and substance. The now defenseless thugs tried to run away and hide, but in the spacious office there was nowhere to go. They were trapped and this was no longer a fight. It was a slaughter.

Jubilee cornered two men, each armed with knives trying to defend themselves. First she shot some fireworks right into their eyes, blinding them and burning their faces. Then she delivered the kill shot, hitting them right in the chest and frying their hearts. Alex was a little more hands on, using his energy blasts to knock one man against the wall and then grabbing him by the collar and beating him to death, just like he had done in Selene’s training. Sam did the same, using his blast form to tackle a particularly large guard and pound him into the wall. The impact along broke his back, but he finished the job by beating him senseless and leaving him to bleed to death. Roberto was more efficient, letting his powers to do the work. He took on three henchmen, each of whom were trying to surrender. But he didn’t listen to them. He just burned them one-by-one, listening to their pained yells as they withered in a world of pain. Bobby used similar tactics, freezing two henchmen by the legs so that they couldn’t run and then forming blunt ice bats to sock them in the head, cracking their skulls and leaving them in a pained heap.

It was a classic display of Hellfire brutality and it was the first time these young pawns took part in it for a real mission. It was a strange, surreal feeling, taking lives and inflicting such great pain. But Hellfire had been conditioning them for this. They had been teaching them that they could not show any mercy to their enemies and these men were an affront to the Hellfire Club. It also helped they were criminals and thugs, none of whom would be missed. It was a good first step to killing and they were passing with flying colors.

“Who are these people?!” exclaimed one of the henchmen as he cowered behind a chair armed only with a gun.

Suddenly, his gun was ripped out of his hand by an unseen force and turned on him. Shocked and horrified, the man looked up to see Lorna standing over him.

“We’re the Hellfire Club. Remember that when you get to hell,” said Lorna.

She then fired the gun with her powers, sending a bullet straight through the man’s forehead. It effectively took out the last part of Hammerhead’s body guards. Now he was all alone, trapped in an office with a bunch of super-powered teenagers who weren’t afraid to kill.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned, remaining behind the desk.

“Are you going to come out Hammerhead? Or are we going to have to do this the hard way?” said Alex.

“Who are you people?!” he exclaimed, “What do you want? Money? A stake in my ventures? With those powers of yours you could go a long way!”

“Isn’t that cute? He’s trying to bribe us,” snickered Jubilee.

“Typical signs of a coward,” said Roberto, “And refresh my memory guys, but isn’t adamantium an electrical conductor?”

“I slept through most of science class, but yeah I think it is,” said Bobby.

“Good, then Lorna? Would you do the honors?” asked Roberto.

“Certainly,” she grinned.

Using her powers, Lorna created a strong magnetic field over the area where Hammerhead was hiding. The force was great enough to levitate him up off the ground by his head and lose his gun in the process. Now hovering in mid air like a fish caught at the end of a fishing line, he was helpless. The young Hellfire pawns approached him so that they had him completely surrounded. His time was up, but he still insisted on struggling.

“You little punks! I swear on everything holy I’ll have you and your families killed and your entrails spread over the East River!” he exclaimed as he thrashed wildly in Lorna’s magnetic grip.

“You’ll do no such thing,” came a new voice.

Hammerhead turned back towards the entrance where the young pawns had initially stormed in. He was shocked and horrified to see Charles Xavier standing there with a smug grin. He warned him about rejecting his deal and he showed how swiftly and effectively he could deliver on his threats. He also wasn’t alone. Beside him was Warren, who was wearing a fancy business suit, appropriate for this setting. The other two young pawns, Kitty and Tabitha, were next to him. Tabitha was the one that blew open the windows and Kitty helped faze everybody inside through the barriers. They also stayed close to Warren and Xavier, defending him with their lives against those unlucky enough to stay behind.

They were each pretty amazed at their surroundings. They didn’t partake in the actual assault as much. In such a short span of time this man’s operation had dwindled to nothing and now he was just another victim. Now he faced Hellfire’s wrath.

“You!” bellowed Hammerhead.

“I warned you, Hammerhead. Did I not say you would regret rejecting my offer?” said the Black King.

“You set me up you son-of-a-bitch! You and these freaks were waiting right here ready to strike!”

“They wouldn’t have had to if you had just been reasonable,” he said as he walked up to the angry crime lord, “You think you can just waltz into the Kingpin’s old stomping ground and establish yourself as his replacement with brute force? Even Fisk knew the value of making deals when he had to.”

“Let me down and I’ll make you a deal! You leave her and I won’t crack that bald head of yours!” shot Hammerhead.

For that remark, Lorna tightened her hold on him and increased the pressure on his head. This caused him undue discomfort, but Xavier was hardly fazed. This wasn’t just doing business. This was a valuable lesson for his younger pawns.

“Lorna, lower him please,” he said.

“Yes sir,” said Lorna obediently.

She did as he asked and lowered him back to the floor, where he collapsed and clutched his head. But before he could get up, Xavier gave another order.

“Robert, would you please ensure our friend here stays put?”

“Gladly,” grinned Bobby.

Using his ice powers, he froze Hammerhead from the chest down in a thick coat of ice. Now there was no way he could get away. Being held up by his head was hard enough, but now he couldn’t even thrash his arms and legs. He was completely paralyzed and at this man’s mercy.

“F-f-fuck! What…what are you doing?!” he demanded.

“Shut up, you pitiful excuse for a thug,” said Warren as he propped him up so that he could now face Xavier at eye level, “You brought this on yourself. Now you have to live with the consequences.”

“Well said, Warren,” said Xavier with an approving smile, “Now then, I believe we were discussing a deal earlier that you rejected. Lucky for you, I have another one.”

Hammerhead shivered, not just from the ice but from the dark gaze this man was giving him. He had dealt with some pretty serious figures in all his years of crime, but none took him and his men down with such efficiency and ease as this man and his associates. He used teenagers for crying out loud and they took out his henchmen without breaking a sweat. Their faces were hardened, indicative of some serious conditioning. They had power and they knew how to use it. And they all seemed to stay behind this man, Charles Xavier.

“I offered you an opportunity to work with me,” he told the hard-headed crime lord, “You would have had plenty of power, plenty of money, and plenty of comfort to spare. But that wasn’t enough for you, was it? You wanted complete control. You wanted to wield the kind of power Wilson Fisk once wielded, not caring for a second that even he couldn’t handle it.”

“G-g-get to the point, damn it! This ice hurts like a bitch!” he groaned.

“Please watch the language. You have impressionable minds around you,” said Xavier, gesturing towards his loyal pawns, “People like you and people like Fisk have no sense of subtlety. You use brute force instead of skillful planning and you let power consume you instead of guide you. People like you are a threat to the natural order of society and I as Black King cannot allow you to disrupt it.”

“F-f-fuck you!” spat Hammerhead.

Warren then slapped the man across the face.

“Didn’t he just tell you to watch the language?” he said strongly.

“Thank you Warren. I think he gets the point,” said Xavier, “Now you have a choice, Hammehread. I can have my associates here throw you out of this office and ensure that you die on impact, leaving the police to scrape your entrails off the pavement. Or I could systemically wipe your mind so that you live out the rest of your days in limbo as a vegetable.”

“A-a-are you kidding me?! W-w-what the fuck kind of a deal is that?!” he exclaimed.

“I didn’t say it was a deal. It was merely a choice,” said the Black King, “But seeing as how you continue to show your disrespect you have waived your right to choose and I shall decide your fate for you. Or better yet…how about my associates decide?”

He then turned to his young pawns who had been watching attentively.

“What say you my pawns? Shall we grant him an easy, but messy death? Or should we prolong his agony?”

“Normally Ah would say that kind of cruelty is uncalled for,” said Sam, “But for a fella like this who just doesn’t have any manners, Ah think he needs to be punished.”

“Me too,” grinned Tabitha sadistically, “That metal head of yours will actually be smarter than your brain. I think that’s fitting.”

“Me too,” said Kitty, “Anybody disagree?”

Nobody said a word. They all just looked at Hammerhead with a smug grin, knowing the fate he was about to face was worse than death. And for the first time they saw a touch of fear in his eyes. He was finally beginning to see just how serious they were. Even the Kingpin wasn’t this sadistic. But they weren’t some rival criminal organization. They were the Hellfire Club.

“Then it’s settled,” said Black King, “It’s been a pleasure, Hammerhead. May the rest of your days be full of regret and remorse.”

“No! Please no! Please! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Charles Xavier placed his hands on the hapless man’s temples and went to work. He sent into his mind an overpowering mind probe that attacked every mental construction of his mind. He didn’t have very strong shields and his mind was weak, making it easy for him to pick apart his psyche. Like always, he made sure there were no loose ends. He didn’t want another psychic coming around and recovering his mind. He made it so nobody, not even someone of his power, could bring him back. The psychic assault lasted for a good two minutes and Hammerhead screamed in agony the whole time. When it was finally over his eyes rolled in the back of his head and his face went blank. He was then left to wither, a body that was still alive with a mind that wasn’t there. It was a terrible fate, but a fitting one.

“Is he dead?” asked Jubilee, waving her hand over his face.

“No, but he probably wishes he were if he had the mental capacity to wish,” grinned Xavier.

“Damn, that is not a good way to go,” said Roberto.

“Yeah, I can’t imagine a worse fate,” mused Kitty.

“Look at it this way…when the authorities find him they’ll spread the word. And when they do, other would be Hammerheads and Kingpins will get the message,” Warren explained, “It’ll make them think twice about pulling a stunt like this and ensure they’ll take us more seriously when we approach them with deals.”

“But how will they know it’s us?” asked Lorna.

“They’ll know,” assured the winged mutant as he looked into the gaze of the desolate man, “This isn’t the first person we’ve punished like this. But it ensures we won’t have to do it again.”

“Precisely, Warren,” said Charles, “It’s part of our strategy. Make sure your adversaries and allies know of your capabilities. It makes such cruel tactics unnecessary in the long run.”

“Makes sense to me,” said Tabitha, who also waved her hand in front of Hammerhead’s face, “Only someone genuinely stupid would want to risk going through this.”

“Indeed, but that’s all part of the game,” said the Black King, “And we always make sure Hellfire sets the rules.”

It was a powerful message. Alex, Lorna, Kitty, Bobby, Sam, Jubilee, Tabitha, and Roberto were still new to the world of the Hellfire Club, but they were beginning to see what it was all about. This was their first real mission. It was the first time they ever inflicted real harm on others that weren’t prisoners or captives. The training they got from Selene, Xavier, and the other pawns conditioned them for this moment. They just tore through Hammerhead’s people and didn’t hesitate or regret it in the slightest. It marked a real change in their mentality. Killing was okay for them now. For some it was still a serious matter. Those like Bobby, Sam, and Kitty saw it as just an unfortunate means to an end while Alex, Tabitha, and Roberto saw it as a spectacle. But as differently as they interpreted it, they all recognized its power. And it surely wouldn’t be the last time.

“A job well-done, my young pawns,” said the Black King in approval, “You’ve accomplished your first mission.”

“Thank you sir,” said Kitty respectfully, “It was really something. But will they all be this easy?”

“I wish I could say so, but given the nature of our work that is not possible,” said the Black King, “This mission was basic, but still very serious. You’ll find that all missions are different and all require different means to complete them. That is why you must continue to learn and train.”

“Oh we will, Lord Xavier…we will,” said Alex.

Xavier smiled in approval. These new pawns were making progress. They had taken that crucial step all previous pawns had taken in going on their first mission and getting a taste for Hellfire tactics. The first go around was always the hardest, but it would surely get easier afterwards. It left quite an impression. He could see in their eyes a new darkness. For some it was stronger than others, but for all of them it was a sign of much greater things to come.

Club Hellfire Gentleman’s Club

Club Hellfire was always busier at nights. From around ten to three in the morning, there was always a rush. Most customers stuck around for a few hours, had some fun with the girls, and then left. Only a few lingered into the late hours of the early morning. Most were less sophisticated type. They were the more rugged and restless clients who had the money, but not the class. It was when many of the girls had worn themselves out so to speak. But there were still a few dancing on stage, stripping for those that remained, counting down the minutes before closing at four.

Logan was one of the few that remained in this late hour. He was never much of a sleeper and did his best work late at night. Tonight he was taking a break from missions and going over old files about his past to just unwind a bit. He spent the last six hours drinking and getting special attention from the women. He had consumed an amount of alcohol that would probably kill a normal man, but his healing factor allowed him to handle it. He was still coordinated enough to bang two hot girls earlier, but for now he was content to just sit back and watch.

But there was another reason he chose to hang out here tonight. His friend and ongoing obsession, Jean Grey, was on managerial duty tonight. That meant during the busy hours she managed the club, supervising the women and paying special attention to those who enticed special clients. It wasn’t a job she normally did. They usually entrusted other female workers to take care of the managerial duties and Emma was most often the one who stepped in when she had to. But tonight she was busy working with Warren over the various criminal business enterprises that Hammerhead left behind. None of the other girls volunteered so it was up to her.

While she didn’t dance anymore, she did occasionally take someone into the back room to give them ‘special services.’ Usually they were people she could extract secrets from. Both she and Emma were the ones that took care of men like that and tonight she had been pretty busy. He could tell each time a man came out with her. He looked dazed and confused, no doubt a result of having his mind probed. But he looked happy. Logan couldn’t tell of Jean slept with them or not, but he got a feeling she gave a few of them a taste. No matter what she did, she got the job done and that was one of the many things he admired about her.

“Don’t stay up too late, Logan,” she told him, “Once the last shift is over you’ll have to find some other way to entertain yourself.”

“I know,” he said in a slurred tone, “I wouldn’t mind if you did all the entertainin’ around here once this place is closed.”

“Maybe some other time,” she said with a friendly smile.

She yawned and waved goodbye, returning to her duties. He could tell she would rather be sleeping or lounging about instead of doing this, but her duties to the Hellfire Club came first. It was a concept he was still getting used to.

Already he had been asked to hunt some renegades, kill a few rival associates, and teach the new pawns how to fight. He still wasn’t much of a team player and preferred to do things his own way, but the Hellfire Club was growing on him. He liked how they did things, using subtlety and muscle to get things done. Plus they compensated him pretty well. Being around women like Jean Grey was a treat all its own, but there were still some unpleasant facets. He still had to deal with Scott Summers, who despised him for giving Jean the eye. Even in the field they couldn’t see eye to eye on pretty much anything. But he didn’t care what that punk thought. All he knew was that he had Jean’s heart and not him. He was still pondering ways to work around that.

As the last few girls took the stage, Logan watched Jean talk to a few remaining clients. Even when one of the women came by and took her top off for him, he kept looking over towards Jean. The woman just shrugged and kept dancing. But someone else took note of his state.

“That may be the first time in human history when a topless woman failed to attract a man’s attention.”

Logan turned to see Mystique standing behind him. She wasn’t in disguise or anything and had a drink in her hand. She looked a little tipsy as well, but she was sober enough to recognize Logan’s demeanor.

“What are you doin’ here, Mystique?” he asked her.

“You’re not the only one who values a good stiff drink after staying up all night,” she said as she sat down next to him.

“Ain’t gonna argue that. But why here of all places? It’s a strip club, you know?” he reminded.

“That doesn’t mean a woman can’t enjoy it. Besides, I’m bisexual. I enjoy the sight of naked women just as much as any heterosexual man.”

Logan rolled his eyes. That was one of only a handful of things he remembered about this woman. He learned shortly after he arrived that she had been the one to locate many of his old files and she had been the one that informed the Hellfire Club of his attack on that nuclear research facility. He also learned she spied on Department H, which immediately earned her some respect in his book. He also knew she was Kurt and Rogue’s mother. But other than that, he really didn’t know her that well.

“So why are you here?” she asked, “Are you just looking for sex or is there something else going on?”

“Why the hell would anything be ‘going on?’” he responded dryly, “You think people just come here because something’s fucked up in their world?”

“In my experience that’s most often the case,” she retorted, “And it’s worth mentioning you didn’t say no.”

The shape shifter smiled smugly. He shot her a look, but that only vindicated her suspicions. It showed she wasn’t just some shape shifting tough girl. She was observant. He suspected it might have been something she picked up from Xavier.

“Is it about that woman, Jean Grey?” she inquired.

Logan just muttered and took another gulp of his drink.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said.

“What do you care?” scoffed the former living weapon.

“Who said I cared? I’m just curious how a man who escaped Weapon X and spent the last several decades fighting them can be so suddenly smitten.”

“I ain’t smitten,” he said strongly, “I just…”

“You’re smitten, Logan. For crying out loud you stare at that woman like a dreamy-eyed school girl. Why else would you be here drinking yourself into a stupor?”

Logan was about to respond, but he chose not to. Mystique was pretty observant, not to mention a pretty darn crass. It might have been the alcohol because her voice was a little slurred. But alcohol or not, she did have a point. And when he thought about his situation, it did seem somewhat pathetic. It led him to gulp down another helping of his drink.

“So what if I am?” he scoffed, “You wouldn’t understand.”

“You think you’re the only one to fall for someone?” she laughed, “Damn, you really didn’t get out much.”

“Don’t patronize me, Mystique. Any old shmuck can fall for someone. I know. I’ve been there myself. But with Jeannie it’s different.”

“How so? What makes her more special than some other redheaded bimbo?”

Logan was going to need another round of drinks to tell this story. Taking a deep breath he signaled over towards the female bartender for another round, who by now knew his signals. She quickly put together a few more drinks, making sure they had extra shots of hard liquor in them. This wasn’t an easy topic for Logan and being shit faced usually helped.

“I’ve had two major loves in my life,” he began, his eyes drifting over towards the topless woman dancing on stage, “The first was a beautiful woman in Japan. Her name was Yuriko Oyama. She loved the man I was. She helped me fight the animal that I always have raging inside me and showed that I can take control when I have to. But she never accepted the other part of me. When it came back to bite me in Weapon X she was completely disgusted. Last I heard she made it her lifelong mission to kill me.”

“Must have been one hell of a breakup,” snickered Mystique.

“You don’t know the half of it,” groaned Logan, “The second love in my life was a woman named Heather Hudson. She found me after Weapon X fucked me up to the point where I was more animal than man. She got through to the animal and accepted that part of me in a way Yuriko never did. But even after I gained control, she never felt the same way about the man I was. She never loved me any more than a friend. Plus, it didn’t help she was married.”

“That’ll do it,” laughed Mystique, “I met Heather at Department H. She seemed nice enough, if not a little too nice. Why would she have any kind of affinity for the animal in you?”

“I don’t know. She never had a kid so I guess those maternal instincts of hers kicked in when she saw me.”

“I know how that feels,” the shape shifter conceded, “I think that’s part of what led me to adopt Rogue. But Heather never struck me as the kind of woman who went for bad boys. Women who fancy themselves as heroes rarely do.”

“No argument here, but I don’t think she saw me as a bad boy. I was like stray dog she took in and helped out. It was hard not to get a little attached. She helped me gain control of myself again. She helped me reconnect with who I was. And don’t think for a minute it was one-sided. She was attracted to me, that I know. But it wasn’t enough I guess.”

Logan let out a deep sigh as his drinks arrived, courtesy of a topless bartender. She gave him a wink, but he just took his drinks and started slamming them back. Mystique was waiting for him to continue, but that trip down memory lane wasn’t a pleasant one. But it was all for a purpose.

“With Jeannie, it feels different because she accepts both the man and the animal,” he went on, “She accepts the Wolverine part of me. She even admitted she admires it a little, especially in the sack.”

“I’ll bet,” smirked Mystique, “Never took her for having rough tastes though.”

“She doesn’t seem to mind,” he shrugged, “But beyond the sex, she accepts the man. She sees a guy worth getting close to. She goes out of her way to nurture the man and the animal. And even though I’ve killed people…even though I can go into a rage I can’t always control…she’s not afraid of me. She just accepts who I am and loves me for it.”

He was silent for a moment, his eyes drifting back over towards the door she walked out through. She came back in briefly with some paperwork in hand and started talking to the other girls. She didn’t look his way, but he never took his eyes off her.

“I guess that’s why I can’t stay away from her,” she said, “No other woman has ever done that for me…accept every part of who I am without fear or resentment.”

“I see,” said Raven, not looking up from her drink, “I guess that makes sense. It sounds pretty corny, but I can’t say I blame you.”

Logan snarled at her remark and took another drink. Mystique did the same. It was remarkable to her because after pouring over this man’s records during her stint at Department H, she never would have figured him for the sentimental type. There were accounts of him being attracted to women like Heather Hudson. She even talked to her about it, but she never understood why Logan was so drawn to her. Now she knew. And for someone who had seen her share of relationships over the years, she saw why Jean Grey would be such a fixation. It’s only natural when so many others have rejected them. But there was still one burning question.

“So do you really think you’re in love with her?” asked Raven.

“I don’t know,” sighed Logan, “Was never keen on love. But I definitely feel it.”

“Do you know if she feels the same way?”

Logan scoffed and slammed back the rest of his drink.

“That’s the tricky part. She says she’s head over heels for that red eyed prick.”

“You mean Scott Summers?” laughed Mystique.

“The one and only,” he muttered, “She seems hell bent on loving that guy and he’s just as hell bent on loving her back.”

“I know. I’ve seen them together,” said the shape shifter, “I don’t care much for gossip, but it looks genuine to me. Rogue sure seems to agree that they’re in love.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s right,” he muttered.

“You think they don’t love each other?”

“I don’t know. But Summers doesn’t deserve her. She’s too good for him.”

“And you’re better?” she inquired, “Or do you just think that because you hate Scott Summers?”

Logan shot the shape shifter a harsh gaze. Mystique sure wasn’t afraid to ask questions and make comments. She wasn’t afraid to criticize either. Even if it made a point, it sure was annoying.

“I ain’t sayin’ I’m better. I just think Jeannie deserves better.”

“Guess it’s easy to think that when you don’t like it.”

“And you would know?”

“My son has been dating Wanda Maximoff for the past four years. Believe me, I know,” said Mystique taking another major gulp of her drink.

“Damn, you have my sympathies,” chuckled Logan.

Now it was Mystique’s turn to shoot him an annoyed look. But she made her point. It still sounded crazy though. Logan was so fixated on Jean despite her having feelings for someone else. She could see how that would make a man want to drink himself silly in a strip club at this hour. But Logan seemed like too strong a man to let this get to him. During her studies on Weapon X, she always figured him for the rough and rugged soldier who just kept to himself, keeping everybody at arms length. But he seemed to have a genuine desire to connect with certain people. He connected with Jean, but whether or not that was true love was debatable.

It painted Logan in a different light. She thought she knew this man through her mission. But there was a lot more to him than she suspected. And he could empathize with some of her plights even though he didn’t know her nearly as well.

“So what are you gonna do?” asked Mystique, her voice getting more slurred.

“About Jeannie? Hell, I don’t know,” muttered Logan, “I’ve been talking to Emma Frost lately. She seems to agree that her and Summers ain’t right. She says she can help them realize it.”

“Ha! Emma Frost told you that?” scoffed the shape shifter.

“Why? She seems pretty sure of herself.”

“She’s always sure of herself. She’ll never accept anything that opposes her selfish view of the world. That woman will only tell you what you want to hear so she can get what she wants.”

“Should it matter if it pays off?” he pondered.

“With Emma, it never does. And it usually comes at a high price. Trust me, Logan, I’ve known Emma since she got here. I know how she works. She’ll do anything to get her way no matter who she hurts in the process. That’s not to say she’s a sadistic bitch like, Selene, but she only knows how to do things the wrong way and it never works out.”

“So I shouldn’t trust her?”

“Not in this lifetime,” affirmed Mystique strongly.

She took another gulp of her drink. Now she was really getting hammered. She usually wasn’t this conversational, but alcohol had powerful affects on people.

“You want my advice?” she said in a slurred voice.

“Sure, while I’m still sober enough to remember it,” he answered pausing from his drinking briefly.

“Don’t let your emotions lead you down the wrong path. It’s not a pleasant path to follow. Even if you really believe you love Jean Grey, it may not be right.”

“How would you know if it’s right or not?” Logan scoffed.

“Because I’ve walked that path. I’ve been in love. I’m probably the only one here besides Selene that’s been around the block as much as you and I’ve been in my share of relationships. Some like my last husband were one sided. He loved me, but I didn’t care much for him. Others were like Kurt’s father. I loved him, but he didn’t love me back. Each time it’s led to heartache and suffering.”

Her voice shook a bit at the unpleasant memories. But that was nothing another gulp of alcohol couldn’t numb over. Once she shook it off she continued.

“It’s a good thing Charles Xavier came into my life or there’s no telling how bitter I would be. He taught me that things like love can be a strength and a weakness. But if you let it delude your thinking, obsessing over those you think you love but don’t love you back, it will destroy you. I got lucky because Xavier came into my life. But luck only goes so far. You just have to be careful about how you make sense of your emotions and who you trust to handle them.”

She sounded somewhat bitter. It may have been the alcohol, but there was definitely a touch of frustration in the shape shifter’s tone. She had been down these roads before. She had loved and rejected the love of others. It would have been hard to believe for anybody who knew what she did for a living and how she carried herself. But her history said otherwise.

Logan thought about it for a moment and looked back over at Jean, who was collecting some tips from the girls. There was no denying that he felt something for this woman. There was also no denying that it was strong. But he had yet to make sense of it. It sure felt like love, but was it the right kind as Mystique implied? He wasn’t sure. The feeling was still new to him and it would probably take time to make sense of it. But she had a point. He had to be careful. The last thing he needed was more emotions clouding his already messed up mind.

“I’ll be careful,” he finally said.

“Good,” she said in a slightly more coordinated tone, “Tell Emma to as well, but I doubt she’ll listen.”

“Will do,” he said, “But what if it turns out I really do love Jeannie, but she doesn’t love me back? How do I deal with that?”

Mystique sighed and set aside her glass, which was now empty. This was another question she often struggled with because she had experienced it first hand. But she was too drunk to be bitter about it now. So she told him what her experience had taught her.

“You have two options. First, you can kill Scott and hope she never finds out. But trust me. That option rarely works out for the better. Just ask my ex husband. The best and most difficult way to deal with it is to just honor Jean’s wishes. There’s a fine line between loving someone and obsessing over them. And that line is crossed the second you stop honoring them.”

Logan took a moment to digest that. As appealing as the first option sounded, it was pretty dicey given the nature of the Hellfire Club. If anybody found out Jean would hate him and he would suffer for his crimes. The second option sounded a lot harder. The thought of Jean staying with Scott still didn’t feel right. But if that’s what it came to would he be able to accept it? He wasn’t sure at this point, but at least Mystique got him thinking about it.

“I’ll remember that,” he told her, “Thanks for the advice, Mystique.”

“Please, call me Raven,” she said, smiling through her slurred demeanor, “I normally don’t give advice like this, but I’m drunk and I’ve got issues with my son.”

“Glad you made an exception tonight,” said Logan with a wolfish grin.

“Me too.”

The two mutants tapped their glasses and took another drink. They were both loners with their own problems to deal with. Logan had his feelings for Jean and Raven had the situation with her son and Wanda. They were both in a mixed up state. They had promising lives here at the Hellfire Club, but they weren’t immune from personal issues. It didn’t seem like they would be solved anytime soon. That was part of why they were getting drunk tonight. But despite everything they were dealing with, it was nice to have someone else to relate to.

“So how much do you think I’d have to pay that girl to go down on me?” she said in a slurred tone.

“Not enough, darlin’,” laughed Logan.

“Says you!” she said with a playful swat, “I need another drink.”

Logan couldn’t help but grin. He had officially found himself a new friend and drinking buddy. The night wasn’t a total bust. Hopefully it was the start of something new.

“Raven…you’re alright!”

Hellfire Lounge

After returning to Hellfire Manor, the new pawns were debriefed and given the night off to celebrate their first victory. It was also a time to reflect. This marked the first time they had participated in taking lives in a mission. They had trained hard and been conditioned even harder to be physically and mentally ready for these kinds of tasks, yet it still weighed on them.

Some handled it easier than others. Roberto and Alex celebrated by having a little party with some female sex workers from the club. They got together in one the lounges and had a party of sorts, complete with food, topless dancing, and a few three ways. Lorna later joined in after checking in with her mom. It took a bit longer for her to get over it, but once she started partying with the guys she got over it. She never got to party much back home and it felt like a good way to catch up on all the years of teenage fun she missed because of work. But not everybody could let it go just by partying.

Kitty sought out Piotr as soon as she got back. He had been working out in the weight room at the time, but he stopped to talk to her and lend what encouragement he could. She was a little messed up about it even though her training had hardened her somewhat. But with Piotr’s support she was soon smiling again. She even called her parents just to say hi and remind her that she was still herself. Jubilee didn’t have that luxury, but she did get support from Rogue and Scott. They came from similar backgrounds, having been runaways who survived on the streets for a while. They talked to her for a while and lent plenty of encouragement. Then they watched a movie with her and she seemed to be well on her way.

As for Bobby, Sam, and Tabitha, they didn’t seek anybody out after being debriefed. They each retreated to another one of the lounges that had expensive leather couches, a complete entertainment system, and a couple of pool tables. Like everybody else they had their own way of dealing with their first mission. Bobby and Sam were stoic for the most part, resting on the couches and just contemplating everything that happened. Tabitha was much more casual about it and started shooting games of pool. The two boys were impressed with how she could be okay with what they just did. They basically saw a man get lobotomized after killing off his henchmen. Even though it was for the glory of the Hellfire Club and part of their contribution as pawns, it was still difficult to digest for them. But Tabitha just brushed it off.

“You guys just going to lay there all night or are you going to play some 8-ball with me?” she asked as she finished up her game.

“Nah, knock yourself out Tabby,” said Bobby, “I’m not in the mood for games.”

“Me neither,” said Sam, “Ah don’t see how you could be after a mission like the one we just carried out.”

“Oh get over it already!” she groaned, “You guys are acting like we torched an orphanage or shot up a park or something. Yeah, we killed people. But they were criminals and thugs that all worked for that Hammerhead guy. I doubt they’ll be missed.”

“Ah know. They weren’t exactly innocent, Ah’ll give you that,” Sam conceded, “But what if one of those thugs was just some desperate guy in need of money? What if one of them had a family?”

“And what if one of them was a child molester, a rapist, or a murderer?” shrugged Tabitha as she knocked in the eight ball, “Better yet, what if one of them would have committed those crimes if we hadn’t taken them out now? A few deaths here prevent the suffering of more down the line.”

“But how can we be sure of that?” asked Bobby.

“We don’t know. We probably can’t know. But as harsh and rough as Hellfire’s tactics are, they get the job done. Sounds like a fair trade off to me.”

“Is that how you’re so upbeat about all this?” asked Bobby.

“Oh I’m not upbeat about killing,” she said, rolling her eyes, “I just look at it this way. These guys were in our way. We gave them fair warning. They could have just picked up and left, but they chose to fight. What were we supposed to do? Sit every one of them down, give them a full psychological evaluation, and then judge whether or not we should take them out?”

“Ah’m not saying we should go that far. Ah just think we shouldn’t make light of it,” said Sam.

“Nobody’s making light of it, Sam,” said Tabitha as she set aside her pool cue, “It’s not like anybody enjoys this…well, except maybe Mistress Selene.”

“Even so, this is a big deal and if we’re gonna be doing this on a regular basis from now on, we should at least remind ourselves to be responsible. Even Lord Xavier says we should never do more than we ought to.”

Tabitha rolled her eyes. Sam was cute and all and it was nice he was thinking responsibly. Xavier and the older pawns, particularly Scott and Warpath, encouraged that. But he was just too damn nice sometimes. Being nice in a place like this didn’t seem practical. Every one of them had suffered hardship in their lives. She knew Sam and Bobby’s story and knew they were bitter. But they still had traces of light within the darkness that Hellfire had instilled. She didn’t understand why they bothered. She didn’t mind The Hellfire Club’s way of doing things and she was happier for it.

“You seriously need to lighten up, Sam,” said Tabby as she leaned back against the pool table, “We all knew this getting in that we’d be busting heads.”

“Ah know. Trust me, Ah’m not going to shy away from a fight. That got me stepped on all the time back home. Ah’m just not going to stoop down to the same level as the assholes that’ve made life so tough for me and my family.”

“I hear you,” said Bobby, “There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t wish I could find every person involved in that lynch mob and put them on ice. But I don’t want to do it for the same reason they did it to me.”

“That I understand. Trust me, I’d do the same to my dad if I ever saw him again,” muttered Tabitha, “But that’s why you’ve gotta just throw it all aside and live it up in the present! What’s done is done. Just leave it at that and try to enjoy the fact we now live in this opulent mansion full of food, sex, and good times. And I’m all about having a good time!”

“Ah admire your care-free spirit, Tabby, but Ah may need a while to get through this,” sighed Sam.

“Yeah, me too,” said Bobby.

Tabitha shook her head in exasperation. These boys were surrounded by luxury and fun and they were just sitting on the couch dwelling on the mission. It was too sad, especially for pawns of the Hellfire Club. She had to find a way to lift their spirits. It was her duty as an up and coming Hellfire woman. She gave it some thought for a moment. Then she got an idea. Looking at the two young men as they laid on the couch, their tight fitting Hellfire uniforms clinging to their slim bodies, she knew just how to put a smile on their face.

“You poor boys…you really need to learn to let go. And if you won’t do it on your own I guess I’ll have to help.”

“And just how do you figure on doing that?” asked Sam.

Tabitha flashed the Kentucky farm boy a sultry grin and walked over towards the couch, seductively swaying her hips along the way. Sam and Bobby quickly picked up on it. Bobby grinned, but Sam was surprised more than anything else. His bewildered expression lingered even as Tabitha sensually slipped onto his lap, her knees at his sides with her pelvis now rubbing against his. Even in his distant state of mind, it got a reaction and she felt it. Still smiling she snaked her arms around his neck leaned in close so she could speak in a low, sexually charged tone.

“Just sit back and let me take your mind off all your worries,” she told him.

She then captured his lips in a deep kiss, shoving her tongue into his mouth and pressing her body up against his. Sam moaned at the feeling, not resisting or hesitating to kiss back. He was still a little tense from it all, but Tabitha was already helping with that.

“Tabby…” he said through the kiss.

“Just let it go, Sam. Enjoy yourself! I’ve found a little pleasure goes a long way to soothing a world of pain.”

“I hear that,” said Bobby, who watched on with growing intrigue.

Tabitha kissed Sam again, this time with more sexual vigor. Sam seemed to take her advice and return her gesture with more fervor of his own. His hands found their way to her hips and trailed down her smooth thighs. Tabitha purred and roughly traced her hands down his chest and over his arms. She was very forceful in her gestures, wrestling his tongue with hers and grinding her hips against his pelvis. She could already feel an erection forming in his pants and she wasted no time in exploiting it.

As Bobby watched on Tabitha slithered down his body until she was on her knees. Once settled she undid his pants and roughly tugged them off. Sam lifted his hips a bit to help out. His growing erection popped free and Tabitha hungrily attacked it, grasping it with one hand and stroking it hard while giving the tip a quick lick. This got Sam to gasp sharply. He was already letting go a bit, the feeling of a hot girl teasing him doing wonders to sooth his anxious mind. She quickly stepped it up, using both hands to stroke his cock and then devouring his length. Hard sucking soon followed, the slithery warmth of her tongue swirling up and down his shaft. It was ecstasy and Tabitha worked it so good.

“Ahhhhh damn!” he gasped.

“Yeah…you like that, don’t you?” purred Tabitha, rubbing his shaft harder.

She vigorously sucked him of, bobbing her head up and down and slurping sensually along his ridged length. It was very erotic and very hot. At one point Sam slipped off his tight fitting shirt, his naked skin already breaking out into a light sweat. Tabitha was feeling it too. Her inner thighs rubbed together as she sucked him, a burning arousal growing inside her. Her outfit, as revealing as it was, quickly became a nuisance. But she kept her focus on Sam, who needed this a lot more than she did.

While she sucked Sam off, Bobby was getting aroused as well. Tabitha was really going to work on Sam and he looked like he had completely forgotten about his earlier anxieties. His pants were tightening and the view of Tabitha’s hot butt from his position looked so inviting.

“Lucky bastard,” said Bobby under his breath.

Even as she kept sucking Sam off, Tabitha turned to Bobby and winked. She hadn’t forgotten him and planned on giving him his share too. But she wanted to have a little fun with them first.

She kept sucking Sam’s cock harder, bobbing her head faster and slurping along his shaft with more vigor. He grunted harder, grasping her head and guiding her along his length. As she sucked him she slipped the straps of her camisole off her shoulders and pulled it down her torso, freeing her breasts. As she sucked she began fondling them, pinching her nipples and moaning in a sultry tone as she gazed up at the dazed young man. She continued sucking him, gripping his shaft harder and teasing his balls. He was close to cumming and his breathing grew ragged as the feeling built up.

“Ohhhhhh Tabby! Ah-Ah’m gonna cum! Aw fuck Ah’m gonna cum!” he gasped.

Tabitha grinned and rose up so she could slide his erect cock between her breasts. Once she had him locked between her fleshy orbs she began working them up and down his shaft, stroking it towards his peak.

“That’s it, Sammy boy! Let it out! Give me your cum you farm stud!” she urged him.

She worked it nice and hard, using her surgically enhanced breasts to her full advantage. Before she got surgery she was never able to do this before. She always wanted to try it and it was working better than she imagined. She squeezed her fleshy orbs together tight, really building up the pressure. Then Sam let out a sharp grunt and his cock exploded in a burst of cum.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!” he gasped.

Streams of thick fluid shot onto Tabby’s face and breasts. She watched as his face contorted to the pleasurable sensations. She flashed a sultry grin as she licked up the cum and spread a little of it on her breasts. Sam smiled, enjoying such an erotic display. He looked like he was doing much better now. A good blowjob went a long way. Tabitha knew that all too well from experience, but after her little show she was still very aroused.

“Damn Tabby! You’re something else,” said Sam in a content tone.

“Thanks Sammy,” she said as she wiped some of the fluid off her face and rose up, “But now you’ve got me all excited. I think I’m ready for my turn!”

“Uh…Ah may need a minute,” said Sam sheepishly, his cock still recovering.

“Take all the time you need,” she told him, “I’ll just have to entertain Bobby in the meantime.”

She turned towards Bobby, who by now had a full blown erection. His eyes were locked on her, full of lust and desire. He may not have been as messed up as Sam after the ordeal, but he was in just as much need of support. Tabitha walked over to him, slipping out of her shirt along the way. Just as she reached him she did a little striptease, turning around and unzipping the back of her short skirt and wiggling her hips as she slid it off.

“Damn, you must have caught on fast at the strip club,” commented Bobby as he enjoyed the show.

“What can I say? I’m a natural,” she said with a sultry grin.

She walked up and teased him a bit, playfully rubbing her hands down his chest and capturing his lips in a sultry kiss. Then she helped him slip off his shirt, revealing his slim upper body. After feeling around his upper body for a bit she pushed him back down onto the couch and finished her striptease. She turned around again, showing off her nicely shaped butt that was so exemplified by her thong. She kept swaying her hips as she slid the thong down her legs, exposing her pussy that was now dripping with arousal. Upon seeing this Bobby fumbled to get his pants off, allowing his erection to finally pop free. He stumbled a bit, earning him a laugh from Tabitha. But she kept with the spirit as she removed her garners and stockings so that she was completely naked.

Once he stumbled out of his pants, she pinned Bobby back on the couch and slipped onto his lap so her pelvis was hovering just over his erect cock. He eagerly grasped her breasts and kissed down her cleavage, causing the young blonde to moan softly. His throbbing erection was rubbing against her entrance and Tabitha roughly fondled her wet folds, preparing them for entry. Once ready she grasped his shoulders and plunged down onto his hard cock.

“Ohhhhhhhh yeah!” moaned Bobby, “Oh fuck, you’re so tight, Tabitha!”

“Yeah! You like that don’t you? You like my tight pussy around your cock!” she teased, “Come on Iceman! Fuck me good!”

Bobby grabbed her by the butt and started thrusting his hips upward, pounding his cock into her wet cunt. Tabitha erupted in a rush of erotic moans, rocking her hips along with his thrusting but letting Bobby do most of the work. He was letting out his cares and concerns and just going with the feeling, just as Tabitha encouraged him to do. It really went a long ways towards helping him get over the mission. Now he was in ecstasy and went all out, fucking this hot young woman with all his might.

They rocked the couch as their naked bodies grinded together in a heated rhythm. Bobby grunted sharply each time he slammed his cock up into her pussy. He loved the hot slapping sound they made each time his pelvis collided with her wet flesh. Her insides were so tight and wet. And as he maintained his firm hold on her she held onto his shoulders, occasionally reaching down to fondle her clit as he fucked her. She moaned with such intensity. Each gasp was full of seething lust. The pleasure from their rhythmic humping was intoxicating and Bobby was completely consumed by her erotic aura. There was no passion or affection, just lust and pleasure.

While their naked bodies rocked, Sam watched on in his dazed state. He was still enjoying the lingering feelings from the blowjob Tabitha gave him, but watching her and Bobby go at it so hard was getting him aroused again. Having been at the Hellfire Club long enough to participate in magic sex ritual sex and parties with Hellfire sex workers, he developed the kind of sexual energy and stamina that everybody got from growing here. He never thought he could be this consumed with lust, but it was inescapable now. He craved more.

“Damn…” he commented, rubbing his dick a bit to get it harder as he watched on.

Seeing that he was nearly aroused again, Tabitha turned to him and smiled.

“Uh-uh-what are doing just watching, Sam?” she said in between pants, “Come on over and join in!”

“But you’re…” he began, but then she cut him off.

“It’s okay-uh-uh-just fuck my ass! Come on! I want it! I love it when two guys fuck me at once!”

He was in no state of mind to argue so Sam just took her word for it. He got up and walked over to the other couch, still stroking his cock to get it nice and hard. It was still a little sensitive from earlier, but ready for more. Bobby and Tabitha were still going at it strong with Tabitha bouncing up and down Bobby’s length while he slammed up into her. It was hard to get into position this way. Sensing this, Tabitha adjusted.

“Make room for more!” she grinned, throwing her arms around Bobby and shifting their positions.

Bobby didn’t complain as Tabitha crashed her lips on his and shifted their bodies so that now he was lying on his back with her completely on top of him. They stopped moving briefly so Sam could get into position. With Bobby’s cock still lodged deep inside her, Sam rubbed Tabitha’s nicely shaped butt positioned himself behind her. He stayed on his knees, not wanting to put too much weight on Bobby, and rubbed the tip of his dick around her small entrance. He had never done anal with a woman before, but Tabitha seemed okay with it and he was in too deep a daze to care.

“Come on, put it in already! I’ve done it before! I want both cocks deep inside me!” she begged him.

“You got it, Tabby,” grinned Sam.

Gripping her butt hard, Sam carefully worked his dick inside her tight hole. It was a bit tougher than her pussy, but his dick was still moist from earlier so that helped with lubrication. Plus, Tabitha had done this before and she had been stretched out back there plenty of times. Sam moaned at the extra tight feeling around his cock. It was just as good as her pussy. Tabitha moaned loudly as she felt his length stretch her insides. Now with two cocks inside her she was completely filled and she loved it.

“Ohhhhhhhhh fuck yeah!” she exclaimed, “Come on boys! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Show me what you got!”

Sam and Bobby did as she asked and began working their dicks in and out of this hot woman. Bobby thrust hard up into her pussy with the same vigor as earlier. Only this time she didn’t work her hips as much so he had more freedom to really pound into her. It was just the way he wanted and he really let go, letting her have and fucking her nice and hard. Each time he thrust up into her, Sam pounded his length into her ass. It was a well-coordinated effort to fuck this beautiful woman into oblivion. He couldn’t work it as fast as Bobby, but he could work it just as hard. And Tabitha loved it. Her cries of ecstasy soon filled the lounge as they went at it in a furious heat.

The two young men were completely immersed. They had almost completely forgotten about the mission. Their entire focus now was fucking Tabitha Smith. They rocked her body hard, working up a good sweat and listening to her erotic moans. They loved how she talked dirty to them, begging them to fuck her pussy and ass at the same time and fuck them hard. She was so nice and tight. Her skin felt so good and they yearned to taste it. While Bobby roughly fondled her breasts, Sam grabbed her face and turned it so she could kiss her sweet lips. She licked and suckled his fingers as well, showing off her burning sexual desire. They kept going at it like this, stepping up the pace and savoring each sensation. The Hellfire Club had already conditioned them with magic from Selene, Wanda, and Jean to feel more during sex. And it was really coming out here.

After going at it with Tabitha on top of Bobby with Sam behind her for a while, the two men took charge. Bobby rose up and so did Sam so that they were both on their knees. They grinned playfully as they coordinated their efforts, each of them grabbing Tabitha by the hips and lifting her up so she was meshed between them. She held onto both of them, laughing the entire time as they lowered her back onto their cocks. Bobby still had her pussy while Sam fucked her ass. Bobby held her legs apart while Sam held her hips and they started ramming into her again. Hanging onto them for dear life, she cried out in a wild rush of euphoric moans. Being completely sandwiched between two hot young guys was intoxicating for her and it was pushing her towards the edge.

“Uh-uh-fuck-fuck-shit-fuck-oh fucking fuck-that’s it boys-uh-fuck me-uh-fuck me harder-uh-I’m so close-uh-I’m gonna cum-uh-I’m going to fucking cum!” she panted.

“Uh-uh-yeah-uh-oh you like that, Tabby? Oh fuck let’s make her cum, Sam!” grunted Bobby.

“Oh yeah-uh-oh yeah let’s make this gal scream!”

The two men stepped up their efforts, ramming their cocks into her at a faster pace. Her body rocked and jerked each time and they could feel her insides tensing as her climax neared. She clung to them harder and they kept fucking her, getting close to their own peaks as well. But Tabitha couldn’t hold hers back any longer. The rush of sensations was coming strong and as the boys were hammering into her she felt it wash over her.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!” she cried out.

She threw her head back and let out a cry of ecstasy as her pussy throbbed around Bobby’s cock, releasing her load of womanly juices. Her butt also tightened around Sam’s cock as well, really squeezing it hard as her insides throbbed to the waves of sensations. The two young men kept fucking her, but slowed the pace so she could enjoy the feeling.

The extra tightness around their cocks helped them get their climax as well. Bobby got his first, finally slowing his thrusts and grasping her breasts as he shot his load into her womanly depths. He let out a deep moan of satisfaction as he felt the release. Sam followed soon after, grunting hard as he released another load of cum. Streams of thick fluid sprayed inside her pussy and bowls. It was very hot and the pleasure was intense. But even though this was supposed to help them relax, Tabitha looked the most content.

After lingering in their position for a moment, the two men pulled out of Tabitha and let her sit back down on the couch. They all smiled in contentment as their bodies relaxed to the feeling. Bobby and Sam sat in a slouched position while Tabitha playfully sat between them, resting her head on Bobby’s lap while her legs were draped over Sam’s lap. They each looked happier and more content now. The distant and hard gazes from earlier were long gone. Tabitha couldn’t help but feel proud because it showed that she did her job.

“Feeling better, boys?” she said, still short of breath but smiling playfully.

“Oh yeah…much better,” grinned Bobby.

“Yeah, same here,” said Sam, who was lying back with his eyes closed, “Thanks Tabby. Ah needed that.”

“Anytime cutie. Just because we go to extremes doesn’t mean we can’t keep it together. And little fun here and there goes a long way.”

“Amen to that!” said Bobby.

The three young pawns shared a good laugh. It was amazing to think they just came back from a mission where they killed people and now here they were just enjoying themselves in a luxurious manor. It was a major shift from their old lives, but the reservations Bobby and Sam felt earlier were gradually fading. They were beginning to see how and why the Hellfire Club did what they did. Some may call it morally questionable and others may call it downright evil. But at the end of the day it worked and that’s all that mattered.

“Now then, are you guys ready to start celebrating? Because I don’t feel like putting my clothes back on for a while,” said Tabitha.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” grinned Sam.

“But I know how to have fun!”

They shared a good laugh again and from here Bobby and Sam joined Tabitha in celebrating. They didn’t bother getting dressed again. They continued to enjoy themselves, making out and having more sex. Tabitha took charge, showing them her naughty side and trying out a few techniques Emma and Jean taught her at the club. It went a long way and she, Sam, and Bobby were soon going at it again all over the room. At one point they joined Tabitha on the pool table, only it wasn’t to shoot pool. They kept enjoying themselves, embracing the Hellfire spirit of self-fulfillment. It showed they were well on their way to fully embracing the Hellfire Club. And some took note.

Outside the lounge, Wanda Maximoff had been listening in on their escapades. She originally dropped by when she heard Tabitha screaming in ecstasy. At first she thought it was a celebration she could join in, but she found herself watching instead. She noticed how well Tabitha carried herself. She really took control of those boys and drew them into her power. She knew how to use her sexuality well and she didn’t seem to have the same reservations about Hellfire’s tactics as the others. That led her to believe that she might have potential with Selene’s plan.

“Not bad,” she commented, “Tabitha may actually have what it takes to embrace true darkness.”

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Up next: Logan and Emma face growing frustration while Xavier faces some ominous warnings.