Grey Frost

Grey Frost
Chapter 14: Return of the Queen

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Scott Summers was reeling. Just when he thought he was working things out between Jean and Emma, this happens. The alarms went off, but the security cameras were disabled by sword slashes. There was no doubt in his mind or the Professor’s that Jean and Emma had been abducted. It was done with skill and efficiency, definitely the marks of someone who was well-supplied and well-paid.

Everything that happened afterwards was to be expected. Professor Xavier sent a telepathic message to every member of the team to go on lockdown. Nobody argued or joked. Lockdown was just another way of saying something serious was going on. Many asked questions, but the Professor would not give details until the full story was known.

When everybody was accounted for, Scott met with Logan, Ororo, and the Professor in his office. The mood was considerably down. Scott, by far, was the most devastated.

“Did you find anything, Logan?” asked the Professor.

“Nope,” he said grimly, “Trail went cold. Whoever this guy was, he was good. He left just enough traces to let us know he had Jean and Emma, but not enough to know anything else.”

“Damn!” Scott cursed, “So my best friend and girlfriend are gone and we’ve got nothing?!”

“Calm down, Scott,” said Ororo, placing a hand on his shoulder.

But Scott shook her gesture off and slammed his fists on Xavier’s desk.

“I can’t calm down! How am I supposed to be calm when two of the most important girls in my life are in the hands of God-knows-who?!”

“Yelling won’t bring them back any faster, Scott,” said Xavier calmly, “We must keep a level head.”

Scott took a few deep breaths. He was freaking out and he had a right to. Emma was his girlfriend and Jean was his best friend. They were both very important to him and now they were gone. Furthermore, he was the one who coaxed them to getting together to talk things out. In some ways, he was responsible.

“You’re right,” he sighed, “I’m sorry, Professor.”

“Don’t be sorry, Cyke,” said Logan, “Now ain’t the time to feel bad about yourself. You can do that after we get them back.”

“But where do we start?” said Scott, rubbing his head in exasperation.

Professor Xavier sat back and pondered this sudden turn. Since Emma’s arrival, he feared an incident like this. She told him the people she escaped from would keep searching for her. There was little doubt this Hellfire Club was involved. It didn’t take as long as he anticipated. Emma had been good at covering her tracks and he had done the same on his part. That meant they were dealing with some very sophisticated people.

“Emma feared this would happen,” mused Xavier, “She warned me the day she arrived and it’s happened. The Hellfire Club has returned.”

“You mean those assholes she ran away from?” said Logan, “Guess I didn’t bruise them enough the last time we met.”

“I hardly think a few wounded guards is enough to dissuade them, Logan,” said Professor Xavier, “We’re talking about a very powerful organization with determined people running it.”

“How determined do you mean?” asked Ororo warily.

“Emma told me about their ruthless ways,” he went on, “They stop at nothing to get what they want. And for some reason a member named Sebastian Shaw was fixated with her.”

Scott’s stomach lurched at the mention of that name. Emma didn’t talk much about her time at the Hellfire Club, but she did mention Shaw a few times. From what he heard, he was not a nice person. She admitted she was intimate with him for a time, but Shaw turned out to be a soulless monster who would do anything to get his own way. He cringed at the thought of what he would do to make Emma his again.

“So what’s the plan?” said Scott in a determined tone.

The Professor thought for a moment and let out a distant sigh.

“For now we can only search,” he said, “I’ll do a sweep with Cerebro, but I doubt Hellfire will be that easy to find. Ororo, I want you to inform the rest of the students what happened. Don’t give too many details, but make sure the regulars are on standby in case something arises.”

“Will do, Professor,” affirmed Ororo.

“What about us?” asked Scott intently.

“Since you’re so heavily involved, my boy, you and Logan will go to Manhattan and follow up on whatever leads you can find. Take your communicators so you can stay in contact and report at every hour.”

“I’ll also give Fury a call,” said Logan, “If anybody has anything on these Hellfire pricks, it’s him.”

“Good idea,” said Xavier, “I’ll keep in touch. Until then, we can only pray for Jean and Emma’s safety.”

Scott’s expression sank as he watched Xavier wheel off and Ororo make her leave. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He already lost his family now there was a possibility of him losing more. He didn’t even want to think about experiencing that pain again. It was too much to bear.

Sensing his distress, Logan placed his hand on the young man’s shoulder. He was really hit hard. This mess touched him personally. Normally, he resisted any assistance from a student. But Scott Summers was a student he trusted. There was no way he was going to stay out of this fight.

“Come on, kid. Let’s go find the girls.”

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Jean’s head was throbbing when she finally came to. She hadn’t had this big a headache since her power surge. Memories of the fight with Deadpool came rushing back. The shock he delivered left her sore and disoriented. Everything still hurt. She awoke to dark surroundings, groaning as she opened her eyes. It was blurry at first, but she quickly discovered she was not at the mansion anymore.

“Oh no…” she dreaded.

Holding her head, she took in her surroundings. She found she was lying on a bed in a windowless room with white walls and dim lightings. There were was a small opening to what looked like a bathroom and a heavily reinforced door at the entrance, conveying the message that this room was not prone to escape.

“Glad you’re up,” came a voice, “I was beginning to worry.”

Jean turned to see Emma sitting on the bed next to hers. She noticed she wasn’t in the same clothes she was back at the mansion. She was wearing her White Queen uniform, the attire she had on the night they saved her. Her face looked hallow and distant. Clearly being back in this place had dampened her spirits.

“Emma? What’s going on?” asked Jean urgently, “Where are we?”

“Where else? The Hellfire Club,” she said bitterly, “I knew this would happen! I just knew it! Those bastards leave me alone just long enough for me to find happiness so they can show up and take it all away! Fucking Hellfire scum!”

Emma grunted and turned away, hiding a hard sob. She didn’t want to show weakness, especially when Jean had no idea of the kind of horrors she faced the last time she was here. She knew how Hellfire worked. She knew full well what happened to those who ran away from Hellfire. Jean may have a chance, but she didn’t. She only wished she didn’t have to leave Scott behind.

Jean saw how serious she was. She started to worry too. She tried to reach out to her telepathically, but she suddenly realized that she couldn’t. Now really worried, she noticed a strange collar around her neck. She noticed Emma had one too and tried to get it off, but it was locked.

“What the hell is this thing?” she said, struggling to get it off.

“Don’t mess with it,” muttered Emma, “It’s a dampening collar, a little toy Hellfire uses to suppress mutant powers.”

“Damn!” grunted Jean, “This is not good!”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

Jean stopped struggling with the collar and looked over at Emma. Being back in this place was evoking a lot of bad memories for her. She got up and sat down next to her. Strained as they were as friends, they had to stick together.

“We have to be strong, Emma,” said Jean with a determined tone, “The others will find us. I know the Professor. He’ll do everything he can.”

“That may not be enough!” exclaimed Emma, “You don’t know the kind of people we’re dealing with here! They’re ruthless in a way you can’t imagine! They do whatever they can to get their way! And need I remind you, I ran from them! There’s only one fate for people who run from the Hellfire Club.”

Jean didn’t need to fill in the blanks after that. A new wave of anxiety washed over her. If Emma’s mood was any indication this was going to get worse before it got better. The only hope she had was the faint cry for help she sent to Scott before everything went dark.

The lock on the chamber door sounded and the door opened. Jean and Emma turned to see a tall, middle-aged man dressed in Victorian attire with several masked guards behind him. Emma immediately recognized him and he recognized her. She cringed with anger while he smiled at her presence.

“Welcome back, White Queen,” he greeted her.

“Sebastian Shaw…” she scolded, “Shouldn’t you be out burning down an orphanage?”

Shaw laughed and approached the powerless blonde. Without her powers she was just a pretty face. It was just what his queen should be.

“I see your time away hasn’t diminished that charming wit of yours,” he said snidely, “But I suppose I should congratulate you. Nobody’s ever run away from the Hellfire Club and survived this long.”

“Cut the sweet talk, Shaw! You know I won’t fall for it!” she spat, “Say what you want, you can’t tempt me!”

“Oh don’t be so sure about that.”

With an insidious grin, Shaw took out a remote and pressed a small red button. Suddenly, a round of painful shocks surged through Jean’s collar, sending her falling to the floor in a fit of pained yells.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“What are you doing?! Stop it!” exclaimed Emma.

Shaw laughed as he ended the shock, watching as Jean struggled. Emma helped her up. It was an act he didn’t expect from his former queen.

“Compassion for a friend…you really have changed, Emma. I’d hate to think that killer instinct that made you so good at your job has waned since your departure.”

“Turn off this collar and I’ll show you killer instinct!”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” he said in a collected tone, “You’re going to wear that device so we can have a nice long chat. But first things first.”

Shaw turned his attention to the young redhead who was still rubbing her head from the shock. Jean looked up at the imposing man and a shiver ran down her spine. The way he looked at her was sick, his eyes running up and down her body as if she were a piece of meat. He was even creepier than Emma described. He was strong-looking and handsome, yet had this distinctively insidious aura to him.

“I must say, I didn’t expect Emma to bring along a friend,” he said as he approached the young woman, “I saw that little show you put on against Deadpool. Very impressive. Please, tell me your name?”

“Don’t bother trying to charm me,” said Jean in defiance, “Emma’s told me all about you, Sebastian Shaw.”

“I see,” he sighed, “In that case I won’t waste my breath. I’ll just send you to Selene and she’ll do the talking.”

“Selene?!” exclaimed Emma, “You son-of-a-bitch this is between you and me! Let her-ahhhhhh!”

Emma didn’t get to finish. Shaw cut her off by pressing another button on his remote, sending the same painful shocks through her body as he had with Jean. Both women chose to be defiant so Shaw wasn’t going to waste his time playing nice. If this is how they wanted to do things, so be it. Either way, Hellfire always won.

“We’re going to have to work on that attitude of yours, my dear,” said Shaw, “But don’t worry. We have plenty of time. And while we go our way, I’ll send your pretty friend to Selene’s chamber. You know how eager she is to meet new recruits.”

“You…fucker!” shot Emma.

But Shaw ignored her and turned towards his guards.

“Take the redhead to Selene,” he ordered, “And please, be gentle. I’d hate to ruin that pretty face of hers.”

The masked Hellfire guards unquestioningly obeyed, grabbing Jean off the floor and holding her by the arms as they led her out of the room.

“Erah! Ugh! Let me go!” she struggled.

“Shut up, bitch! You’re in Hellfire now!” grunted one of the guards.

Jean continued to struggle, but the four guards were bigger and stronger. They easily overpowered her. Each wore all black, concealing a large muscular frame. Their masks added to their dark mystique. It was very disconcerting for Jean. Wherever they were taking her, she was pretty sure she didn’t want to go.

But Emma knew full well where she was going. She had seen Selene’s chambers. She knew what went on in there. She had experienced it herself and it affected her a great deal. But she went in a runaway desperate to get ahead. Jean was an innocent who didn’t deserve what she was about to get. And before she was out of sight, she had one last message for her.

“Don’t give in, Jean! You hear me? No matter what happens or what they promise you, don’t give in! Be stronger than I was!”

Emma watched until Jean was gone, now feeling sick that her friend was going to suffer just because she happened to be with her at the time. Regardless of the tension between them, Emma respected Jean. If anybody had the strength to make it through this, it was Jean.

“Such a touching display, Emma,” commented Shaw, “You really have grown soft, haven’t you?”

“You wish,” she muttered.

“I suppose I’ll have to teach you everything again. But first, I’ve prepared a nice dinner for the two of us. Care to join me?”

“I’d rather pour molten lead down my throat.”

“Be careful what you wish for, my dear,” warned Shaw, “Around here things like that can be arranged. Now come or I’ll just get more guards. And I assure you they won’t be as gentle as me.”

Emma scowled her former lover. Part of her would rather die than cooperate with this man. But she remembered the rules of survival. The longer she stayed intact, the stronger she could be when the going got tough. She also remembered she had a reason to stay alive now. Scott was still out there and the promise of being with him again was enough to make her go along for now.

Without a word, Emma followed Shaw into the hall. She noticed how the secure wings had been redesigned since she was last here, no doubt as a result of her escape. They weren’t going to leave anything to chance this time. Getting out might not be a viable option, but the X-men were still out there. But they may already be too late to prevent the damage that was sure to be done.

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Down the hall, Jean continued to struggle until they reached Selene’s chamber. It was hardly an inviting place. The doors alone were creepy, depicting gothic gargoyles and demonic imagery to warn visitors of who awaited them. They opened automatically as they approached, revealing a room worthy of nightmares and a woman Emma once described as the definitive evil bitch.

The room was large and spacious with no windows, plush red carpeting, and sound proof walls. Pictures and paintings of occult images and symbols were everywhere. From devils to demons, it gave off a distinctively sinister vibe. Jean also noticed some interesting looking ‘accessories’ around the area, all of which looked very unfriendly. They included whips, gags, restraints, and a few other devices whose use didn’t dare decipher.

Waiting for her at the head of the room were more masked guards, all of which stood behind an insidious looking woman with raven black hair. Her attire was not unlike Emma’s White Queen uniform, only hers was black and even more revealing. It included boots that rose up to her thighs, gloves that ran up her arms, a corset that augmented her breasts, and a very revealing thong that lay hidden by a cape.

“Ah, she’s here,” said Selene with an evil grin, “Chain her up.”

The guards did as they were told, moving Jean to the center of the room and chaining her wrists above her head with a couple of shackles that hung from the ceiling. Jean struggled the whole way, but her efforts were in vain. She was now at the mercy of this dark woman.

Selene approached the young redhead with a critical eye. Her eyes ran up and down her body, sizing her up for her role here at the Hellfire Club. She definitely had the looks. She could see many men flocking to be with this girl and if what Shaw showed them was any indication, she had great potential.

“Shaw told the truth for once,” she said in her cold tone, “You are an impressive specimen.”

Jean cringed under her gaze, but maintained an indifferent look as Selene walked around her.

“If our information is correct, your name is Jean Grey. 18-years-old, born in Connecticut, a straight-A student, and an alpha level mutant. Am I right so far?”

Jean was impressed and wary of how they knew so much about her. But Emma told her Hellfire had extensive networks so it shouldn’t have come as too great a surprise.

“Telepathy, telekinesis, and beauty,” said Selene as she trailed her gloved finger around her face, “Not a bad combination.”

“If you’re trying to get me to join, save your breath,” said Jean defiantly, “I want nothing to do with you people!”

“I see Emma’s already gotten to you,” she sighed, “But listen to both sides before you make a choice. Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Selene, Black Queen of the Hellfire Club. I am a skilled sorceress and like you, I am a mutant. I have the power to drain the life force from anybody I chose, allowing me to keep my youthful beauty.”

“So how old does that make you?”

“Oh please, a woman never talks about her age,” grinned Selene, “But you can rest assure I’m old enough to know a thing or two. So you best listen.”

Selene walked around to the front of Jean to address her directly. She looked like a strong one, not at all unlike Emma. But where she failed to completely bring her into their world, thanks largely to Shaw’s meddling, she hoped to succeed with this one.

“First, I will tell you about our glorious organization. Emma may call us a collection of greedy businesspeople, but I assure you we’re much more than that. The Hellfire Club has roots going back to ancient times. For centuries, we have had our hand in business and political matters. Our goal is simple, pool our resources and gain more influence by any means necessary.”

“And do those means include extortion, murder, and deceit?” said Jean snidely.

“Like I said, any means necessary,” she replied, “But do not be so quick to judge us. We only follow the natural order of things. Society is like a game of chess. There are kings, queens, bishops, and pawns. All life revolves around this hierarchy and we sit comfortably at the top, ensuring order at all levels. Few have the chance of joining such ranks because it takes a truly unique individual, not just physically but mentally as well. You, Miss Grey, are unique. And you have a chance.”

Her logic was perverse on many levels, even if part of it did make sense. But Jean kept her cool and listened on.

“Before you, I present two paths. Chose wisely before deciding,” she said menacingly, “The first path is the easy path. I am offering you a chance to join the Hellfire Club. You have everything we look for in a recruit…beauty, power, and drive. You have so much potential. Money, power, pleasure…it could all be yours. All that is required is a simple pledge of loyalty and you’ll live a life grander than you ever dreamed.”

“And what about the second path?” asked Jean.

Selene smiled sadistically.

“That I’m not going to tell you,” she said, “I’ll only say this. Emma took that path and look where it led her. But you could avoid all that. You just have to trust me.”

Jean scoffed at the notion. She’d trust Magneto before she’d trust this woman. Selene was just trying to tempt her. Emma’s words still held true. She couldn’t give in. She wouldn’t let her or her friends down.

“So what’s it going to be?” asked Selene intently, “The easy way? Or the hard way?”

“Some choice,” she muttered, “You need to work on your sales pitch, lady. You didn’t convince me for a second!”

“Is that a no?” she said indifferently.

“I’d rather jump into a tank full of hungry sharks before I pledge my loyalty to you! You can take your money, power, and the rest of your bullshit and shove it up your ass!”

Her choice was disappointing, but not unexpected. Stories from Emma and being with Xavier made her soft. Hellfire recruits couldn’t be soft. Not in their line of work.

“Is this your choice?” asked Selene.

“Go to Hell,” answered Jean.

“Very well,” she said coldly, “We’ll take the second path.”

Selene turned towards one of the guards and he tossed her a switchblade knife. And with an insidious grin, the raven haired woman started cutting off Jean’s clothes. Jean watched with dread as her shirt and bra were ripped to shreds, revealing her breasts to the leering guards. Selene did the same for her pants, ripping them at the seams and cutting them off with her underwear to leave her completely naked.

This was turning into a nightmare. Jean struggled with the chains while trying to hide her private parts. She crossed her legs in an effort to hide her pussy and tried to turn away, but it was all in vain. The masked Hellfire guards got a full, unabated view of her body and they liked what they saw. Under their lustful gazes, she felt so exposed and vulnerable. It was just the way Selene wanted her.

Throwing aside her ripped clothes and tossing away the knife, Selene made her way back over to her rack of accessories and took out a syringe and vial.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said as she filled the catheter, “And fear not, you will not be raped. Quite the opposite actually.”

“What the hell is that?” stammered Jean, eying the vial.

“A little drug we use to break in new recruits,” said Selene with a sadistic sneer, “It’s an aphrodisiac mixed with a touch of other chemicals you won’t find at your local pharmacy. It disorients and deludes the mind while driving the body wild with lust. It’ll turn you into a mindless little whore begging for these handsome studs to fuck your brains out.”

Jean cringed and started struggling with the chains again. But there was no escaping. With the syringe in hand, Selene walked up to the naked redhead and jammed it into her thigh.

“No! Stop it!” she cried.

“Too late, Jean Grey. You made your choice.”

Ignoring her cries, Selene injected the chemical. She didn’t know why people resisted. Every time it was more pathetic and every time she enjoyed watching. Why couldn’t they just sit back and enjoy the illicit pleasures.

It didn’t take long for the drug to take effect. Almost immediately Jean felt an intense heat surge through her body. She struggled until her legs almost gave out. Her pussy began throbbing and was soon leaking with fluids of arousal. It was as if someone had reached into her brain, turned off every higher function that made her human, and sent her primitive sex functions into overdrive.

“Oh my God! Oh-oh fuck! I’m so hot!” she gasped.

Selene smiled sadistically. She loved this part. The look of defiance faded and was replaced by a daze of lust. Her face was bright red and she was rubbing her legs together, trying to resist this burning urge to fuck.

“Do you want it, Jean?” taunted the Black Queen.

“Nnn-no! Make it stop!” she cried, closing her eyes and trying to block out the urge.

“The more you resist the worse it gets. You can’t hold out forever.”

“I…won’t…give in!” she gasped, her pussy now drenched with fluids.

“Your body says otherwise.”

Selene went on to undo the shackles on her wrists. Once free, Jean fell to the floor. She didn’t have the will or control to fight. All she could think about was fulfilling this intoxicating need. Lying on the floor, she started frantically rubbing her breast and fingering her pussy. But it wasn’t enough. It only made the urge stronger.

“How about now?” said Selene.

Jean gasped, unable to form words. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed sex.

“Yes…” she whimpered.

“I’m sorry. What was that?”

“I said yes!” cried Jean.

“Yes what?”

“Yes…I want to be fucked.”

Selene grinned. They all gave in eventually. Some were just more stubborn than others.

“You heard her boys,” she said to the guards, “Give her what she wants!”

The guards eagerly complied with the order. Jean was now lying on her back, rubbing her pussy as she watched over a dozen men surround her. One by one, they removed their clothes except their masks. They each had fully erect dicks. Seeing her naked and watching her touch herself really got them aroused. Now they would get to fuck this hot bitch.

Two guards kneeled over her while the rest watched and stroked their cocks. One began to roughly fondle Jean’s breasts while the other grabbed her legs spread them wide. Two other men came in to hold them apart while he leaned over and jammed his dick into her pussy and started pumping her. Unlike her first time with Duncan there was no pain. It was raw, intoxicating pleasure.

“Uh-uh-oh yes-uh-oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! I want it so bad!” panted Jean.

“Oh fuck this bitch is tight!” grunted the guard.

“Hey, let me have a taste!”

“Fuck no! Wait your turn!”

While the one man was fucking her, the other grabbed her face and shoved his dick into her mouth. She was shocked at first, but as he started humping her face she began sucking him off. A few other men gathered around and started fondling her breasts. Others rubbed their dicks all over her body. It was wrong on so many levels, but it felt so good.

While this was going on, Selene sat back and watched with delight. She even started fondling herself at the sight of the beautiful redhead getting fucked by these horny men. This girl was taking to it faster than Emma did. She must have been a closet whore, innocent on the outside but horny as hell on the inside. Her induction into the Hellfire Club should progress without incident.

“You’re going to learn to appreciate pleasure without conscious,” said the Black Queen ominously, “Every one of these men are sterile thanks to a little spell so you won’t get pregnant. They’re also clean so you can enjoy yourself with no fear or concern. Besides, a diseased, knocked-up whore is useless to us.”

“Uh-uh-I-uh-am not-uh-a whore!” moaned Jean, trying to shut out Selene’s voice.

“Fucking all these men says otherwise,” she laughed, “You’ll make a fine addition to the Hellfire Club after you’ve been conditioned. Now granted, you’ll have to start small. But with time, we’ll tap that killer instinct and you’ll be ready for the Inner Circle.”

Selene’s words were lost through muffle of grunts and moans. Jean had already climaxed hard with the guard still hammering away at her cunt. But one orgasm wasn’t enough to satisfy her cravings. She yearned for more and the men were happy to accommodate her.

The first guard climaxed easily, moaning as he shot his load into her hot cunt. The second he pulled out another guard shoved him aside and slammed his cock into her, renewing the sexual rhythm and rocking Jean’s body with each forceful thrust.

“Uh-uh-yeah-oh yeah-take it, bitch! Take it all!”

“Mmf!” moaned Jean

She still had a dick in her mouth, the guard hammering away at her face. She soon found herself sucking eagerly, slurping his hard cock until he shot a thick load of cum in her mouth and on her face. Other men started cumming, ejaculating onto her breasts and covering her in fluids. But it still wasn’t enough.

“More!” she gasped, “I want more!”

The guards grinned and started a new round of fucking. They flipped Jean over so that one guard was below her thrusting up into her cunt while another stood over her shoving his dick into her mouth. Jean went with it, closing her eyes and rocking her body as more pleasure filled her core. Every nerve told her this was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself. She needed to be fucked.

Other guards were still eagerly awaiting their turn. Some couldn’t hold it anymore. They had to let it out over this bitch. While she was fucking the other two guards, one got behind her and grabbed her butt. And with a forceful thrust, he jammed it up her anus. Jean’s eyes widened as pain shot through her lower areas.

“Mmmraaahhhhh! Fuck!” she cried, still holding the dick she was sucking in her hand.

“Oh yeah! You never took it up the ass before, have ya?” grinned the guard.

It was excruciating at first, but the intense pleasure soon overtook it. Semen from the other men along with her juices mixed together to act as a lubricant, allowing the man to fuck her ass hard while the others fucked her mouth and pussy. She was now sandwiched between three men, taking it every which way. The pleasure was amazing.

She had another orgasm. Then she had another. More men replaced the ones fucking her, taking turns on her mouth, pussy, and ass. She mindlessly adjusted to every position they put her in, taking each dick and bringing more of them to orgasm. She was soon covered in sweat, cum, and juices. Her body wouldn’t stop. She kept craving this pleasure and went all out to fulfill her needs.

Eventually she fucked each guard, taking them in some form or another in one of her three holes. They all had their fun, groping and fucking this hot girl to their delight. Selene watched the whole thing. She even got off a few times when she saw Jean go down on a guard while stroking two dicks with her free hands while bouncing up and down on another.

Finally, her body gave out. She was rode one last guard with her on top, bouncing along his cock while rubbing her breasts. The guard grunted hard each time he slammed up into her, squeezing her hips relentlessly until he climaxed into her throbbing cunt. It sent Jean over the edge one last time and she collapsed in the center of the room, exhausted and dripping with semen and cum.

“Oh God…oh fuck,” gasped Jean.

Selene walked over to her, watching as she lay on her side in a fetal position covered in fluids. She was so ashamed. She indulged in complete and utter debauchery and enjoyed it. Yet Selene actually looked proud. She did okay for herself on the first time. There was hope for her in the Inner Circle yet.

“That was just a taste. But rest assured the best is yet to come. Sooner or later Jean Grey, you will yield to the Hellfire Club.”

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Up next: Scott and Logan begin searching while Jean and Emma struggle