Grey Frost

Grey Frost
Chapter 15: Sex and Lies

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The Hellfire Mansion hadn’t changed much since Emma left. It was the same opulent dwelling, full of fancy paintings and expensive antiques. Even the holding areas were fancy, but Shaw showed just how much faith he had in Emma by leading her upstairs to a fancy private area he set up just for them.

Of course, he had guards surround her every step of the way. Just because he had faith in her didn’t mean he trusted her. As she followed, Emma felt increasingly anxious. She didn’t know what Selene was doing to Jean, she had no idea if the X-men knew they were missing, and she had no way of contacting the outside world. She hated feeling so trapped. Her only hope was to buy time, even if that meant having dinner with Shaw.

When they reached the room, the food was already on the table. It was very fancy, adorned with polished silver and fine china under candle-lit ambience. Emma almost laughed at the lengths he went through. He must be trying to make her forget that he was a sadistic, manipulative, power monger. It would take way more than a fancy dinner than to make her forget the man she knew he was.

“Please, have a seat my dear,” he said, holding out a chair for her.

Emma’s scold never waned, but she did as he asked and sat down. Shaw took his seat across from her and cradled a glass of fine red wine. For a moment he simply marveled at his queen. At last she was back. Bitter or not, she was here and they could finish what they started.

“Would you like some wine?” he offered, “I made sure we had the best available.”

“You’re not going to charm me back into Hellfire’s grip, Sebastian,” said Emma coldly, “Even if you did make my favorite dish.”

“Shrimp sautéed in hand-made rigatoni capped with clam sauce,” he recited, “As if I could forget.”

“Cut the bullshit, Shaw. I lost my appetite the second I saw your face.”

“I suggest you watch your, my dear,” said Shaw with a snide grin, “It’s only through my good graces you have this chance. And I suggest you take it seriously.”

“Oh please,” she scoffed, “Nothing you do or say can make me forget what I saw when I looked into your mind. I know what you want. You want a submissive little sex slave who thinks and acts like you, a ruthless monster who will do anything for a quick buck.”

“Glad to hear I made such an impression,” he quipped, “But regardless of what you think of me, you had best listen or your redheaded friend might not be the only one accompanying Selene.”

Emma tensed at the mention of that woman. She shuttered to think of what was happening between them right now. That with the smell of her food made her stomach lurch.

Shaw remained as collected as ever, never veering from the charming businessman who once seduced her. He casually swirled his wine and took a sip. Emma was still the head-strong woman she was when she arrived. As much as he respected that, he’d have to do something about it if it became a problem.

“Since you’re all about being forward I’ll skip the witty banter,” said Shaw, setting down his glass, “You should have known this would happen, my dear. Nobody runs from the Hellfire Club. We made that clear to you the day you joined.”

“I remember,” said Emma in a grim tone, “Worst decision of my life.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” retorted Shaw, “Now the Inner Circle thinks I’m wasting my time, but since you are so special to me I’m willing to make you an offer.”

“Oh this ought to be something,” she said, her words dripping with sarcasm.

“Don’t belittle this opportunity, Emma Frost! You are in a unique position nobody in the history of Hellfire has ever enjoyed!” said Shaw sternly, “The choice is simple. Recant your betrayal and join us again. We would be willing to admit you so long as you pledge your complete loyalty to us and to me.”

Emma studied Shaw skeptically. There’s no way the Inner Circle would just let someone who betrayed him waltz back into the highest echelons of the Hellfire Club. He had to be jerking her around. Yet he seemed dead serious.

“Remember what I offered you, my dear. You and I, the Black King and the White Queen could sit together at the very pinnacle of power. Anything you want could be yours. You’d have money, power, and influence greater than you ever imagined. Is that not worth the price of being my queen?”

“That depends on me accepting a megalomaniacal maniac as my king,” said Emma bitterly.

“Hardly, my dear,” laughed Shaw, “Say what you want, but you and I are not so different. Like me, you’re a predator, Emma Frost. You seek out that which you desire and aren’t afraid to pounce when you have to. Remember all those men you took advantage of while you were a lowly stripper at one of our clubs? Who was that for? To benefit Hellfire or to benefit yourself?”

Emma cringed at the mention of her early days at this wretched organization. She had been ruthless in her own right. She took advantage of men when they were most vulnerable and used her powers to blackmail them for profit. Hellfire gained plenty of influence and she gained confidence and a sadistic thrill.

She wasn’t proud of herself. At the time she was a desperate run-away willing to do anything to make something of herself. Once she ventured down the Hellfire path it just kept building. It was hard not to get caught up in the money, power, and pleasure of it all. If she hadn’t stopped when she did she might have actually ended up just like Shaw. And looking into his cold gaze she knew that’s not what she wanted.

“I did what I had to,” said Emma bitterly, “But I’m not like you, Shaw. And I never will be.”

“I beg to differ,” he quipped, “Why else would you work so hard to ascend our honored hierarchy?”

“That was another life! Another mistake! And I won’t make it again!” spat Emma, “I remember just as well as you, Shaw. And it’s when I realized exactly who I was becoming that I ran away. I guess I have you to thank for that.”

Shaw’s gaze narrowed. As much as he fancied this woman, there was only so much disrespect he could take. Setting down his wine, he got up and walked over to Emma.

“You disappoint me, Emma. But I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You always were too head-strong for your own good.”

“And yet you’re gullible enough to tempt me with money, food, and power,” scoffed Emma, “You really are pathetic, Shaw.”

“Oh come now,” he scoffed, “You think I don’t have other ways to motivate you?”

“Do you worst! They’ll never work on me!”

“Be careful what you wish for. You of all people know how creative Hellfire can be. And I wasn’t just thinking of you, my dear. Don’t forget about your little friend who is getting acquainted with Selene and our humble guards at the moment.”

Emma’s expression shifted. She knew all too well what Selene, the Black Queen, was capable of. She too had gone through it when she was being ‘trained’ to work as a Hellfire stripper. It broke her down in a way that still haunted her. Now they were doing the same to her friend. She was tough enough to take punishment of all kinds, but watching Jean go through it struck her hard. Shaw knew it and was using it against her.

“You’re a monster!” she scolded.

“I do what I have to,” grinned Shaw.

“You son-of-a…”

“Careful Emma,” warned Shaw, “One more word and your friend will suffer. Now I suggest you eat your meal and think about it. I’ll be waiting.”

Shaw finished his wine and left Emma to her meal. It was impossible to eat as thoughts of Selene doing the same dirty deeds to Jean as she had done to her. The possibilities alone were enough to torment her. It was Hellfire’s way of getting to her and so far it was working.

Upon stepping out of the room, the Hellfire guards secured the door both outside and inside. Emma wasn’t going to be escaping this time. They would make sure of it. Waiting outside for Shaw was Harry Leland, another member of the Inner Circle. He didn’t look pleased to see Emma again, but Shaw could care less.

“So it’s true. You really got her back,” said Leland.

“Don’t tell me you had any doubts,” grinned Shaw.

Leland wasn’t amused. He made no secret of his distaste for Emma. After she left he was especially critical of Shaw. Just because he re-captured here didn’t mean he saw things any differently.

“Keep an eye on her,” Shaw ordered the guards, “Bring her back to the cell in an hour.”

“Yes sir,” said the guard.

Shaw and Leland started making their way back up stairs. Leland didn’t say anything. Shaw knew full well how much he hated this plan of his. If he had his way they would have killed Emma before she left the first time. Admitting her back went against so many Hellfire tenants. But the Black King just had to have a soft spot for the pretty blonde.

“Do you really think you’ll be able to tame her?” asked Leland skeptically.

“Oh come now, old chap. You should know by now I leave nothing to chance,” scoffed Shaw, “I knew Emma would resist. But she’ll come around. She’ll have to if she values her friend’s well-being.”

“And if that’s not enough?”

Shaw laughed again and led his associate up a flight of stairs towards his dwelling. The Inner Circle was still critical of him. Even after he made good on his word to get Emma back, they insisted on doubting his power. Thankfully, he made plans. When all this was over, nobody would dare challenge him again.

“We’ll just have to use more extreme measures,” he said with a grin, “Come, it’s time I introduce you to one of our newest members. His name is Mastermind and I think you’ll be impressed with how ‘convincing’ he can be.”

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Scott and Logan arrived in Manhattan in the dead of night on motorcycles. It was cloudy, humid, and windy, definitely not a good time to be looking for two specific people in a city of millions. The shady figures of the night that lurked throughout the city were everywhere and somewhere within this dreary environment, Jean and Emma were in desperate need of help.

Scott didn’t say much on the way. He stayed lost in thought while Logan kept in touch with Xavier, who was doing periodic sweeps with Cerebro. He also got in touch with his old war buddy, Nick Fury. He still owed Logan a few favors and now was as good a time as any to cash them in. Whatever the means, they had to get Jean and Emma back. He couldn’t stand to lose them both.

“Still with me over there, bub?” said Logan over the motorcycle engines.

“I’m fine, Logan,” replied Scott, “How much further?”

“Pull over and I’ll tell ya.”

Scott hated any action that would waste time, but it couldn’t hurt to get an update on the situation. They pulled off near the onramp heading into Manhattan. Logan removed his helmet and Scott removed his. He still looked like a wreck. Then again, Logan could hardly blame him.

“I just got off the line with Fury,” said Logan, “Xavier got in touch with him and he’s willing to help.”

“That’s good. We’ll need it,” said Scott hopefully.

“Don’t get too optimistic,” warned Logan, “Frost was right about Hellfire. They’re reach is pretty extensive. They got people paid off in very high places and if he makes a move they’ll pounce on him. Then we’ll really be fucked.”

“You mean he’s not even going to send anybody?!” exclaimed Scott.

“At least not until we catch them when they’re vulnerable. He said he’ll have a small team on standby in Manhattan, but that’s it.”

Scott let out a grunt of frustration. Even though Logan had his grudges, Scott respected Nick Fury a great deal. This was the one time they really needed his help and he’s holding back. If Hellfire worried him that much then they must be bad.

“Great, so what can he give us?” muttered Scott.

“Not much as usual,” grunted Logan, “But he mention a couple of neighborhoods where they’ve been known to do business. I figure we start asking around and bust a few heads, someone will talk.”

“They better. Or heaven help them.”

Scott tensed with anger. If he found so much as a janitor working for them, he’d blow them across the state for information. Logan sensed this and grabbed his shoulder.

“Easy Summers, you need to calm down!” said Logan in a commanding tone.

“I can’t help it! As long as Jean and Emma…”

But Logan wouldn’t let him finish.

“We’ll get them back, ya hear?” he said sternly, “I want to save them just as much as you, but you won’t do them any favors in your current state.”

Scott sighed and grunted in frustration. It was ironic in a sense because usually Logan was the one out of control. Countless times he made that same speech. Now he understood why it was so difficult.

“You’re right,” said Scott in a calmer tone, “I just…”

“Don’t even try it, bub,” said Logan as he put his helmet back on, “I’m all for finding Emma and Jeannie, but I’d rather not get touchy. Now let’s go!”

Scott rolled his eyes and followed suit. Logan probably wasn’t the best one to open up to anyways. He still had a lot on his mind. In some ways he felt responsible for this because he pressured Emma to talk to Jean. If they hadn’t gone on their little walk they could be back home right now doing homework and falling asleep in front of the TV.

But if what Hellfire showed them was any indication, they would have made a move eventually. It just really messed with him they took both Emma and Jean. He had strong feelings for both girls. They still hadn’t worked out the issues between them and he had every intention of finishing that when all this was over.

As they drove into the city, the echo of Jean’s cry for help echoed in Scott’s mind. He didn’t know what state they were in, but as long as they were alive there was hope. And he wouldn’t rest until he found them.

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Emma didn’t eat much of her meticulously prepared meal. She couldn’t stop thinking about what they were doing to Jean and what they would do to her. She ate what she could, knowing she had to keep her strength up. There was no telling what Shaw would pull next. She had to be alert and ready for it.

After an hour of gazing down at her food, the guards led her back to the cell. Like mindless zombies they led her down the hall. When she first escaped was able to overpower them. But that time she had her powers and they weren’t armed. The game was different now. The Inner Circle wasn’t taking any chances.

When she arrived at her cell she was greeted with a grizzly sight. Lying on the bed was a naked Jean Grey, reeking of sweat and semen and panting in a drug induced daze.

“Oh no…” gasped Emma, covering her mouth, “Jean?”

“Hnn…Emma?” she groaned.

The door locked and now they were alone. Having been through this before, Emma scrambled to help her friend.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” she said to her.

Emma helped Jean up. She had to lean on her for support. Her whole body was sore, especially between her legs. Her vagina was still dripping with semen and her feminine juices. She had so many orgasms and so many men had climaxed in her. Even though it felt so good, it left her feeling so tainted and dirty.

The bathroom in their cell was nothing fancy. It was all white and barely big enough for two. There were no shower curtains or cloths, most likely a measure put in place so prisoners wouldn’t commit suicide. But that was not a prime concern at the moment.

A warm torrent of water felt good after everything Jean went through. She was so tired and dazed she could barely stand. Emma helped sit her down in the center of the stall, using her hands to wipe off sweat and cum. Not a word was said. Emma just cast her friend looks of empathy, letting her rest and process everything that had happened.

“I feel so dirty,” groaned Jean as the water trailed down her naked body.

“I know,” said Emma in a low tone, “It takes a while to go away.”

Jean hugged her shoulders, letting out a deep sigh. Her whole body was still reeling. She had never experienced something like this before.

“I had sex with all those men,” she mused, “And I…I enjoyed it.”

“She must have used the drug,” said Emma as she washed some semen off thighs, “I remember that nasty little chemical. It really messes with your body.”

“And your mind,” added Jean, “Those men took advantage of me, but I enjoyed having all that sex. It felt so good but so wrong. And the more I did it the less wrong it seemed.”

“They’re just trying to break you down, Jean,” said Emma, holding Jean’s face and looking her in the eye, “You can’t let them succeed. You’re strong enough to resist them.”

“I don’t think I am,” she said in despair, “I gave into it in the end.”

“But you still understood it was wrong,” said Emma strongly, “That’s the part of you they’re fighting. Hellfire works by making people forget their conscious and humanity. That way they do things they wouldn’t normally do. It’s how they got me to do all those things I’m not proud of. You just can’t let them silence that little voice that makes you a good person.”

Jean looked back at Emma with renewed clarity. The daze was still there, but she was fighting through it as best she could. She was beginning to understand why Emma was the way she was. Her empathy went a long way. If only Emma had that kind of understanding when she went through this ordeal then things may have been different.

“So…Selene did this to you as well?” said Jean, parting her wet hair away from her face.

“Yes, but under different circumstances,” muttered Emma, “It was part of my stripper training. In order to entice men I had to become very sexual. I can’t say it was hard having all that pleasure. My conscious sure didn’t put up the fight yours did. But Selene had this way of making it so I wasn’t the one in control. I should have seen the signs, but it was just too hard to resist.”

“So how did you do it?” asked Jean desperately, “How did you break away?”

Emma thought about that for a moment. While she did give in to greed, lust, and every other deadly sin Hellfire could throw at her, she still never became one of them. It was surreal to her now that she thought about it. But looking at her friend, she smiled and saw hope even in this darkest of times.

“I refused to be like them,” she said, “They thought they could make me forget myself and be every bit as amoral and ruthless as they were.”

“Guess you proved them wrong,” smiled Jean.

“In the end I did,” sighed Emma, “I just wish I had done it sooner. But when they dangle power, money, and pleasure in front of a runaway girl it’s hard to resist. That’s why you’ll do better than me. You have something to go home to. You have friends, family, and a home. As long as you remember that, you can fight back.”

“But what if they do something else to make me forget?” asked Jean anxiously.

“The only thing we can do about that is stall them,” sighed Emma, “Even if it means playing the role of a prisoner, the best we can do is make them think they’re doing more damage than they are. It won’t set us free, but it will buy us time.”

“Time enough for the others to find us,” Jean smiled.

“That may take a while,” said Emma realistically, “Hellfire is good at covering their tracks. And they might not even know we’re missing.”

“They know,” said Jean, thinking back to the message she sent to Scott, “And no matter how good they are, they’re not good enough to hide from the X-men.”

Emma wasn’t convinced, but Jean refused to give in to despair. The two girls exchanged comforting looks. Yesterday they were at each others’ throats. Now they were leaning on each other for support. It was amazing how fast things could change in the complicated lives they lived.

Jean had a whole new respect for Emma. If she could go through the Hellfire Club and still come out half as good as she was now, she couldn’t be all bad. Regardless of the tension between them, they needed each other in the face of such a dire situation.

“We better rest,” said Emma, “We’ve got to keep our strength up.”

“I know,” said Jean, “Thank you, Emma.”

“Sure thing, darling,” she smiled.

They didn’t have a towel so Emma removed her cape and used it to dry her friend off. She looked a lot better now, but Jean was still feeling the effects of the chemical. The area between her legs was still burning with arousal. Much of the semen had been washed off, but she still had her own arousal seeping between her legs.

“Ugh, how much longer does this shit last?” groaned Jean.

“Wish I could tell you, but I’m not entirely sure,” muttered Emma as she helped them to her bed, “It gets easier though.”

“I hope so.”

Emma helped Jean lay down. She allowed her to keep her cape to at least cover herself. She hugged it to her body and curled up on the bed, trying to relax and ignore the lingering urge. Even after fucking all those men, the drug just wouldn’t leave her system.

“I still feel it,” moaned Jean.

“Just take it easy,” coaxed Emma.

“I can’t!” exclaimed Jean, “I’m so…so…”

Her legs rubbed together, trying to contain the heat. Emma was surprised. She didn’t remember the chemical being this strong. Selene must have given her a higher dose since Jean was a prisoner. It was causing her a lot of discomfort. Her body still craved sex and it was messing with her mind.

Emma couldn’t stand the sight. The look on her face was a mixture of embarrassment and lust. She had no control, a feeling she knew all too well. Left with few options, she could think of only one way to help.

“Could you maybe look away?” asked Jean bashfully, “You know, so I can…”

“Jean…” said Emma, cutting her off, “Let me help you.”

Then to Jean’s surprise, Emma slipped out of her corset, boots, and gloves and crawled into bed with her. At first she wasn’t sure what she was doing, but when she felt her hand slip between her legs she got the idea.

Jean’s eyes widened with shock. Feeling a man touch her body in an intimate way was one thing, but a woman was a different story. Given that she wasn’t gay or bisexual, it was an unusual feeling. But Emma seemed comfortable with it and took it a step further, rubbing her breasts and grinding her body up against hers.

“I know it’s kind of weird,” said Emma, “But I’ve done this before. Back when I was a stripper, men loved it. Just relax and let me help you.”

“Uh…okay,” said Jean anxiously.

She closed her eyes and let Emma do her thing. She moaned as the older blonde kissed along her breasts, biting on her nipple. While she was doing this she skillfully slipped two fingers into Jean’s soaking vagina and started to rhythmically pump in and out. Her clit was swollen and her folds were pretty moist after all the sex she had. Being women also helped in a sense they had the same body parts and knew how to work them.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh…that feels good,” moaned Jean.

Emma kept at it and kissed down her neck and cleavage. She removed her fingers from Jean’s cunt and rubbed her thigh against the wet folds. This stimulated the sensitive outer areas, especially her clit. At this point she was actually getting into it and Jean started feeling around Emma’s body in a sexual manner. It wasn’t as stimulating as touching a man’s body, but it still felt pretty good.

‘Scott would have a heart attack if he saw this,’ mused Emma.

Jean’s face contorted to the blissful sensations. Emma went back to using her fingers to probe her inner depths, this time using three fingers and attacking her G-spot. Jean gripped the side of the bed and spread her legs wider so Emma could get in deeper. She was breathing hard, feeling the pressure build and holding on for the coming rush. Emma didn’t let up, grasping her breasts and shoving her fingers in to send her over the edge.

Jean’s inner folds tensed and her body arched when her climax hit. She let out a deep moan as her pussy burst with a stream of her fluids, coating Emma’s hand and leaving streaks on the bed. The intoxicating rush of pleasure finally fulfilling the burning desire the drug had induced in her. It was different than when she had an orgasm with a man, but it was still very pleasurable.

“Ohhhh yeah!” she moaned with a content sigh, “That’s what I needed.”

Emma smiled and wiped off her hand. It wasn’t the most elegant way to help a friend, but it worked. At least she got this pleasure from a friend this time instead of a nameless stranger. In that sense it didn’t feel so wrong.

“Thank you, Emma,” said Jean.

“Sure thing, darling,” smiled Emma, “Remember, don’t let them break you down. We’re in this together.”

Jean smiled back and closed her eyes to get what rest she could. Emma did the same, knowing tomorrow would bring another round of temptation from Hellfire. It seemed so daunting, but being there for each other helped. If they got out of this alive, maybe they could work things out. If only getting out alive didn’t seem so daunting.

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Scott and Logan carried out their search through the night. Despite fatigue, distress, and no solid leads they searched in vain for their missing friends. They started in the dreary back alleys and slums where they found Emma the night they rescued her. The scents had long since faded, but it was as good a place to start as any. Emma had been on her feet that night. It was only a matter of finding where she had run from.

Scott kept his tired mind open just in case Jean or Emma got a telepathic message through. The desperate call from Jean still echoed in his mind, pushing him to ignore his tired state and focus on finding her. But the more the night dragged on the less likely it seemed they would find anything.

“This is pointless!” growled Logan, “For all we know we could be lookin’ on the wrong side of town!”

“We can’t stop searching!” said Scott in a determined tone, “We’ll just have to start asking around.”

“At this hour? Cyke, we’d be lucky to find a street sweeper.”

“Then we’ll wake them up!” he exclaimed, “I don’t care what time of day it is! I’ll blow them out of their beds if I have to!”

“Sure, sounds like a great plan. Just tell me where they are,” said Logan, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Scott’s face contorted in anger. Jean and Emma were captured and he was making jokes? He expected that sort of thing from the others, but not from Logan.

“Well we have to do something!”

“Take it easy, kid,” said Logan in a calmer tone.

“I can’t take it easy! Not when…”

But Logan didn’t let him continue. He knew this kid well and one of the things he struggled with was controlling his emotions. He didn’t like to show them, but when he did they were pretty intense.

“You won’t be any good to the girls like this,” he said seriously, “Just look at yourself, Summers! You’re about to fall over.”

“I’ll tough it out,” said Scott sternly.

“I’m the one with the healing factor, not you. I sure as hell don’t blame ya, but you’re not thinkin’ straight. Like it or not, you gotta rest.”

Logan was right. Scott didn’t want to admit it, but it was true. He was physically and mentally exhausted. All this strain he was putting on himself wasn’t going to get Jean and Emma back any sooner. Even an emotionally driven heart needed to rest.

Logan sensed how much this hurt him. He put a hand on Scott’s shoulder, offering what sympathy he could. He couldn’t imagine how Scott felt given how close he was to both these girls. Hopefully he could put those feelings to good use when they found these Hellfire pricks.

“Come on, let’s find a place to rest,” said Logan, “I saw a park a few miles back. We’ll hold up there until dawn.”

“Okay,” sighed Scott, “I just can’t help but think that I’m failing Jean and Emma.”

“You ain’t failed. Not yet at least,” said Logan as he got back on his bike.

“Yeah, that’s real comforting,” said Scott snidely as he got on his bike as well.

“Worrying about failure is the first step to failing. You want to save the girls? Shut up and do what you know you gotta do,” grunted Logan.

Scott swallowed his bitter feelings and started up his bike. Logan didn’t give the most comforting advice, but he got his point across. Now was not the time for doubts. Failing Jean and Emma was not an option. As long as there was a breath in his body, he was going to save them.

“We still got some leads to follow,” said Logan, “We’ll check out that neighborhood Fury mentioned tomorrow. Ask the right people and we just may find someone.”

“I hope you’re right, Logan,” said Scott, “Because I got a bad feeling that the longer we take the more Jean and Emma will suffer.”

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Up next: Hellfire steps up the pressure