Grey Frost

Grey Frost
Chapter 16: Turning Up The Pressure

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The Hellfire Club didn’t give Jean and Emma a lot of time to sleep. And the effects of Selene’s drug made it all the more difficult for Jean, who tossed restlessly in her cold, hard bed. Emma didn’t do much better, spending most of her time curled up in a fetal position trying to get whatever rest she could. If they were going to turn them, they were going to step up the pressure. And there were any number of horrifying ways they could do that.

It was a horrible feeling. Being so cold and alone made her yearn for Scott’s warmth. She even cried at times, but quickly pushed it aside. She was Emma Frost. She refused to show weakness even in her most vulnerable moments. Jean, however, didn’t care about that. She let herself cry while clinging to every last hope for Scott and her friends to rescue them.

They didn’t know how long they slept, but it wasn’t long enough. They were abruptly awakened by Shaw, who had big plans for today.

“Time to get up,” he said upon opening the chamber door, “Emma, my dear, we’re going to have another chat.”

“Oh what fun,” she muttered in her groggy state.

She was reluctant to leave her friend to the guards, but she didn’t have a choice. She saw how the Hellfire guards behind Shaw were looking at her. They were awaiting the moment when Selene would let them fuck her again. If Emma could she’d rip every one of their balls off, but right now Shaw had her attention.

Unlike yesterday, Shaw didn’t take her to a fancy room where he tried to charm her. Instead he took her to an area adjacent to Selene’s chamber. It was small, poorly lit, and dingy. Emma likened it to a dungeon of sorts and knowing Selene, it was not out of the realm of possibility. She saw hooks hanging from the ceiling and chains on the wall. Another chill ran down her spine, but she didn’t show it in the face of this man.

“Take off your clothes and have a seat,” he ordered her.

“My clothes?!” she exclaimed, “In your wet dreams!”

“It was not a request, my dear,” said Shaw sternly, “Either do it or I’ll have some guards do it for you and do whatever else they want while they’re at it.”

Emma shot him a cold stare, but complied with his order. She callously slipped out of her uniform, making no effort to hide her body. She then sat on the chair and folded her arms over her breasts. She felt the lustful eyes of Shaw and the guards on her, but she shook them off and tossed her clothes aside.

Emma knew his tactics. They were far from ethical, but they worked. He started off by putting her on the spot and making her vulnerable. Then he stared her down, eyeing her body and walking around her with confidence. Her eyes were full of hate. Knowing a thing or two about business herself, Emma came in with a move of her own.

“I get naked for you and you don’t even give me the common courtesy of a nice breakfast?” she said snidely, “Too bad, I was in the mood for an omelet.”

“Hunger should be the least of your worries, Emma,” he said sternly, “This is not a negotiation. This is me preparing you for what you’re about to face.”

“You actually listened to me when I said I’d never join you?” mocked Emma, “Sebastian, I’m touched.”

“You made a foolish choice. I offered you a second chance and you threw it away.”

“And I’ll turn down a million other chances if I have to,” said Emma strongly, “I told you I’ll never be your queen! So you can just go to…”

“Enough!” bellowed Shaw, forcefully grabbing Emma’s by the shoulders and holding her firmly, “You’ve made a grave mistake, Emma Frost. Most people don’t get that kind of leniency from the Black King. Now you’re going to face the full force of Hellfire!”

Shaw’s eyes were a mix of anger and lust. Even after the attitude she had given him, he still wanted her as his queen. Emma held her tongue, offering no fancy quips or snide comments. She maintained a stern, defiant poise despite her exposed form. But that did little to dissuade Shaw.

“This is what’s going to happen…” he began, “You’re going to accept my offer. One way or another, you will accept. It can be done one of two ways: voluntarily or involuntarily. It doesn’t matter which you choose, but I would strongly advise taking the voluntary route. It is, in a ways, far less complicated.”

“Your advice has caused me nothing but pain from the moment I met you!” said Emma strongly, “Why would I listen to you now?”

“Because it’s not just your well-being that’s on the line,” said Shaw with a sinister grin, “Don’t forget your friend faces a similar predicament.”

“But she has nothing to do with this!”

“She does now, thanks to you. And to show you how serious I am Selene’s been gracious enough to set up a little show.”

Emma swallowed nervously and watched as Shaw pushed a couple of buttons on the side of the room. Suddenly, the wall in front of her lowered, revealing the full view of Selene’s chamber. Only now she added a few extra accessories.

All around the room there were dozens of masked Hellfire guards. None of them were wearing shirts and they all stood as still as zombies, no doubt thanks to manipulation on Selene’s part. In the center of the room was a makeshift bed with a chain hanging over it. And on a table were a series of whips, chains, and syringes. Emma knew all too well what they had in mind.

“Bring her in,” commanded Shaw.

The chamber doors opened and Selene entered with a naked Jean close behind. The younger redhead had her hands bound with shackles and was gagged with a ball in her mouth. She also had a chain leash around her neck, which Selene took a perverse pleasure in using to guide her towards the center of the room like a dog.

“On the bed!” ordered Selene.

With a hard shove, she pushed Jean onto the bed. She let out a disgruntled moan, which Selene ignored. She was a tough one, still resisting when she was so clearly not in charge. Several guards walked in closer, giving Emma a pretty good idea of what they had in mind.

“Your friend was such a big hit last time we decided to do it again,” said Shaw with a sadistic smile, “Miss Grey has all the makings of a fine Hellfire woman. And this time you’re going to watch while we have our own fun.”

“You sick…”

“Careful my dear,” he warned, “Anything you say to upset us will be taken out on your friend.”

Emma gritted her teeth in anger. They were playing a sick hand, torturing someone else instead of her. It was a low only Hellfire could sink to.

“I understand you are not intimidated by personal threats,” said Shaw, “But since you still garner compassion for your friend, we’re going to see if she has the same fortitude.”

That was it for Emma. Powers or not, she could no longer hold back her anger. She shot up with every intention of beating him to a pulp. But Shaw was ready for her.

“You son-of-a-bitch!” she yelled.

“Oh no you don’t!”

With a sinister grin, he grabbed her by the neck and shoved her back into the seat. And before she could get up again, Shaw hit a button on his belt and activated a restraining system. Several metal bands shot up from the floor and from behind the chair. They wrapped around Emma’s limbs, locking her into her seat so she couldn’t escape. And to make sure she watched every minute, some smaller bands wrapped around her head and held it in place.

She was seething with anger, struggling to break free and rip Shaw to shreds. Her resistance only amused him. Ever the stubborn woman, she insisted on making this difficult. But that was fine with Shaw. It wouldn’t change the outcome in the end.

“Errrrr! Let me go!” she yelled, “Let me go so I can rip your head off!”

“Just for that we’ll up the dosage,” grinned Shaw.

“What?! No! It’s me you want!” exclaimed Emma, “Stop playing dirty and show me you’re a man, Sebastian!”

“Don’t insult me,” he scoffed, “You’ll get yours too I assure you. Part of what makes Hellfire strong is our willingness to do whatever is necessary. Consider this a demonstration of that resolve.”

Shaw then turned to Selene, who already had a syringe in hand ready to inject. The men all looked eager too with Jean powerless to stop what she knew was coming.

“Go ahead, Selene,” grinned Shaw, “Let the show begin.”

Selene smiled sadistically and stared down at her soon-to-be pupil. She kept on struggling, but the guards maintained a strong hold on her so she couldn’t escape.

“Relax, girl,” she said, “This dosage will amplify the pleasure. Just lie back and enjoy it.”

Jean closed her eyes as she felt the needle penetrate into her thigh. Selene injected every drop, eagerly awaiting the effects. The human body could only take so much pleasure before it started affecting the mind. This was the next step for this woman. Soon she would have the same sexual deviance as all their members.

The chemical started working almost immediately. Jean’s face flushed bright red and her pussy became soaking wet with arousal. It was even worse this time. She thought her craving for sex was bad before, but this was on a whole other level. The guards let her go and removed the shackle around her hands and neck. Then Selene removed the gag, allowing Emma to hear her deranged moans.

“Oh-oh-oh fuck!” cried Jean, “So hot…so wet! Oh I want it so bad!”

“No resistance this time?” grinned Selene.

“No,” answered Jean, looking up at her with a dazed look, “Just give it to me. I want to be fucked.”

Emma cringed at such a scene. Jean didn’t even fight it this time. She didn’t give Selene any attitude or defiance. She just sat there rubbing her pussy in a sexual pose as if to further entice the men.

“Spoken like a true Hellfire vixen,” grinned Selene, “Very well. Boys, do as you please.”

Every guard in the room removed their clothes so that they were only in their masks. Most already had erections from observing Jean’s naked figure. She was one of the better looking girls Selene had brought to the chamber. She was right up there with Emma. But unlike her, Jean wasn’t giving them the attitude. She looked at them with lust in her eyes, showing off a sultry side she hadn’t shown the first time.

“I’ll do you all,” she said softly.

The guards grinned and went to work. The first one kneeled down on the bed, grabbing her legs and spreading them while the other two got beside her and rubbed their dicks against her face. While the first guard bent over and buried his face in her pussy, she used both hands and started jerking the other two off. Each one grunted hungrily and Jean matched them with lustful moans of her own.

Emma tried not to watch, but her head was being held in place and she could do nothing. Her stomach churned as the two girls pinned her to the bed and took turns shoving their dicks down her throat. All the while the first guard dug his tongue into her cunt, which was now dripping wet with her fluids. The effect was even greater than last time. She was hot all over. Only the touch of sensuality could calm her craving.

“Mmm…I want it so bad,” she said in a lustful daze..”

The guard eating her out rose up and guided his cock into her pussy. He slipped in nice and smoothly, aided by how wet she was. He immediately started pounding into her pussy, the hot slapping sounds of her flesh colliding with that of a nameless guard filling the room. Selene smiled as did Shaw. A few other guards came for a closer look. But they all made sure they didn’t obstruct Emma’s view. She had to see every second of this.

“Uh-uh-uh-oh fuck! Oh shit! So-uh-fucking-uh-hot!” cried Jean, “I love it!”

“Hmm…she’s learning,” grinned Selene in approval.

The first guard climaxed in her cunt, filling her with his hot fluids. The warm feeling caused Jean to cum as well. Her pussy erupted in a burst of spasms even more intense than the first time. The pleasure was so intense it overshadowed nearly every other part of her brain. The look on her face was dazed, yet she was just getting warmed up.

After the guard pulled out another one took his spot, grabbing her legs and hitching them over his shoulders while he slammed his cock into her pussy. The two guards she was sucking off climaxed soon after, one shooting his load in her mouth while the other climaxed on her tits. Once they were done more guards came in, grabbing Jean and repositioning her for more sexual excess.

“Move the bitch this way! I want it too!” said one of the guards.

“Uh-uh-shut up!” grunted the guard fucking her, “There’s enough of her to go around!”

The guard flipped her over so that now she was on her hands and knees. In this position one guard shoved his cock into her mouth while the other rubbed her dangling breasts. Deranged by the chemical, Jean eagerly sucked and slurped his cock until he came on her face. Then she took the other guard and slid his dick between her breasts and worked it up and down until he shot his load as well.

Her face now dripping with cum, another guard grabbed her and lustfully slid his tongue down her face and neck. While rocking to the sexual rhythm she let out a blissful moan. Every part of her body was burning with pleasure. Her drug induced state was getting worse the more she had sex.

“Jean…” said Emma under her breath, “Shaw you bastard! Make them stop!”

“Why? She seems to be enjoying it,” he grinned, “In fact, why don’t you join in the fun?”

Shaw hit another button on the remote. Suddenly, a compartment in the chair opened up and a pink phallic-shaped device rose up and snaked it’s way towards Emma’s exposed pussy. She cringed and tried to struggle, but the metal bands held her limbs firmly and with that grip it spread her legs.

“No! Shaw you bastard!” she yelled.

“Just for that, I’ll throw in a special touch,” he grinned.

With the touch of a button, the phallic device shoved it’s way into Emma’s cunt. Since she wasn’t wet or aroused, it hurt and she let out a pained scream. This thing was big and was also hard and cold. It slithered her way into her depths, raping her body while her enduring the mental torture of the sight before her. All the while, she couldn’t move her head enough to turn away from what was happening to Jean.

Other guards couldn’t contain their lust and fought to get a piece of this sexy redhead. The guard behind her bent her over and shoved his dick up her ass, grunting hard as he felt the intense tightness around his dick. Jean let out a pained cry with the feeling of two dicks now tearing at her lower regions, but it was quickly muffled when a guard shoved his tongue down her throat and rubbed her breasts.

Being fucked in the pussy and ass caused her to have another orgasm, this one even more intense than before. Her insides tightened, sending each man over the edge. They filled her cunt and bowls with hot semen, grunting in ecstasy as they groped the hot flesh of this woman. But they were left little time to savor the pleasure as more eager guards shoved them aside for their turn.

One by one, Jean took the guards. She didn’t resist or fight. She just let them do their thing, giving her many orgasms while they got what they wanted. They fucked her every which way. One guard held her up while the other held her by the legs and pumped her cunt. Then three guards gathered around her while she took turns sucking each one off while fingering her cunt. After that she got on top of another guard and rode him with his dick in her ass while jerking two men off and sucking another. All the while that dazed look never left her face.

Emma lost track of how long this went on. The effects of that chemical were known to go for hours. Jean was a good person and Hellfire was turning her into a mindless sex toy. It hurt her on a personal level while the device in the chair fucked her pussy, hurting her on a physical level. The more she resisted, the harder it fucked her. It was classic Hellfire torture.

“Ah-ah-ah-augh!” she grunted.

“This is your doing, remember?” said Shaw, “You both could have avoided this if only you had accepted.”

“Shut up!” screamed Emma, “Shut up! SHUT UP!”

Shaw smiled at what he heard. This was definitely taking a psychological toll on her. Watching her best friend get fucked and being violated herself was more torment than they could ever dish out to her on a physical level. Sometimes watching others suffer was an added bonus in the art of torture.

Selene saw how Emma was suffering and grinned. She had been against bringing Frost back in any way except a body bag, but seeing her like this was even better. In addition, she got a new recruit out of it. She looked forward to training this girl. And to further push Emma, she had something else in mind.

“Alright boys, take a breather!” ordered Selene, “It’s time I give this little bitch a test run.”

The men obediently complied. The man currently fucking Jean from behind finished with a few last thrusts, withdrawing just in time to shoot his load over her back. Jean’s pussy was still dripping wet. She gasped for air as she leaned over on the bed, moaning from all the pleasure.

Selene grabbed a whip from her table and walked around to the naked redhead. She grabbed her chin and stared at her with her sinister eyes. Jean could only look back in her sexual daze, her face still flushed with the burning desire for physical stimulation.

“You still want it, girl?” she said in a cold tone.

“Yes…I do,” said Jean without hesitation, “Please don’t stop.”

“Oh I won’t,” grinned Selene, “Rest assured, you’ll get everything you desire while you’re with us. You just have to learn when to be submissive.”

With surprising strength, Selene grabbed Jean by the wrists and forced her back up to her feet. She grabbed a pair of heavy chains that were dangling from the ceiling and restrained Jean’s wrists. Her legs were still week and her pussy was still dripping wet with arousal. She could barely stand she was so hot, rubbing her thighs together in an effort to quell the craving. But the shackles kept her upright.

“Remember this, Emma?” said Shaw, placing a cold hand on his queen’s shoulder, “This should bring back fond memories.”

Emma’s face contorted with rage, but Shaw was right. She did remember. While she was still a stripper at Hellfire, Selene had given her this training. It was part of their program in making their workers submit by ensuring they knew who was boss. It also instilled a bitter drive that often helped people work their way up. It brought out Emma’s ruthless side and now it looked like Jean would follow the same path.

“Ugh-uh-uh-no!” she grunted, the machine still fucking her hard.

“You’ll watch every second of it!” said Shaw, forcing her eyes open.

Selene smiled as she lustfully trailed her hand over Jean’s naked body. Even covered in sweat and cum her natural beauty showed. Here skin was smooth and flawless. Her figure was perfectly curved and well-toned. She had large breasts and an alluring face that surely made men stop and take notice. But there was still innocence in her eyes and they had to do a way with it if she was to make it at Hellfire.

“Such a nice body,” said Selene affectionately, “You’ll be quite an asset to us once you learn to use it. And with those powers of yours you may even rise to the ranks of the Inner Circle one day.”

Jean didn’t say a word, not giving this bitch the benefit of any speech. But she didn’t mind. She’d rather have her nice and quiet for this little round.

“Time to learn the Hellfire way!” she proclaimed, “Embrace your dark side and let loose your wildest passions!”

Grabbing her face, Selene shoved the ball gag back into Jean’s mouth. She then adjusted the chains, causing them to lower so the heavy load forced her to bend over. With her ass now exposed, Selene took her position behind her and raised the whip.

“You will submit!”

THWACK!

Jean felt a hard sting on her butt and tensed. The sound of hot leather colliding with her flesh echoed through the room. Emma tensed as well. She couldn’t sense it, but she knew how it felt and cringed at Jean’s reaction.

“Mmf!” moaned Jean through the gag.

“What’s that?” teased Selene, “You want more? Very well!”

THWACK!

Again, she struck her. This time she hit with more force, causing a large red welt on her ass. The masked men grinned. Seeing Selene go to town on a girl like this never got old. Jean was panting, groaning as the sting surged through her body. And yet her pussy was still dripping wet with arousal. Selene grinned and slid her finger down her slit, taking some of the juices and licking it up.

“Such a horny little bitch,” she grinned.

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

Again and again, Selene whipped Jean’s body. Each time Jean tensed and groaned. When her ass was tender enough, she hit her back. All the while her legs rubbed together from the incessant throbbing in her insides. She was helplessly at the mercy of this woman, yet she was not without her own unique brand of teasing.

Hitting Jean seemed to get her aroused so Selene removed her corset, freeing her large breasts. While the red welts throbbed, she sadistically slid her tongue down Jean’s back while fingering her cunt. Even her sadistic touch felt good under the influence of the drug. But she didn’t let up for long.

THWACK!

THWACK!

“Take it, bitch! Take it!” she exclaimed.

“Mmf-mmm!” moaned Jean through the gag.

“What was that, my little pupil?” said Selene.

“Mmf-mmm!”

Selene walked over and removed the gag from Jean’s mouth. She let out a deep gasp and tried to catch her breath. Her face was still dazed with passion. All she could think about was sex. Even looking at Selene, a cold-hearted bitch who got off on other peoples’ pain, she craved the touch of the sensual.

“I said…more please.”

Her words shocked even Emma. Was the drug really that strong? She didn’t remember asking for more when she was under the influence of it. But the look on Jean’s face was dead serious and Selene was more than happy to oblige.

“You’re a fast learner,” she grinned, “Maybe we should have taken you instead of Emma from the beginning.”

That earned her a snide glance from Shaw, but Selene could care less. A relentless barrage of thwacks echoed through the room as Selene struck Jean’s body with her whip. She left no spot on her back untouched, hitting from her butt to her neck. The Black Queen really got into it, her sadistic grin growing each time she struck her. And Jean kept asking for more, a look of sexual bliss dominating her face.

Selene got so excited by what she was doing she slid out of her thong, walked over to Jean, and shoved her pussy into her face.

“Eat me!” she commanded.

Jean complied and started licking Selene’s cunt. Now the men were getting really excited. The Black Queen’s blissful moans echoed through the room. There was no reluctance on Jean’s part even though she had never eaten a woman out before. But after what she and Emma did last night, it wasn’t too big a stretch. And the drug sure helped.

With her iron grip, Selene grasped Jean by the neck. She held onto her power dampening collar, moaning as she rhythmically shoved her pussy into Jean’s face. Her slithering tongue probed her insides, teasing her G-spot and stimulating her swollen clit. Selene sounded less like a queen and more like the sexual deviant she was at heart. And when she felt her orgasm hit, she held onto the young redhead hard and let out a loud moan.

“OHHHHHHHHHH YES!”

Her cunt exploded in a burst of juices, covering Jean’s face. In her daze she licked it up, flashing Selene a sensual gaze. It wasn’t often that Selene enjoyed training a girl this much, but this Jean Grey was special. She was going to fit right in.

“Not bad,” she said in approval, “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

Jean nodded in admission, still slurping up her feminine juices. Some of the men were even applauding. Shaw was one of them. Selene enjoyed this woman. She looked so nice on the outside, but inside there was a true sexual woman waiting to be unleashed. Such talents went a long way at Hellfire.

“You’ve earned another round,” grinned Selene, “Boys, go ahead and do your thing. This time, listen to Miss Grey’s wants. Let her enjoy herself.”

The men complied, walking up to Jean and undoing her restraints. Instead of pinning her to the bed and fucking her relentlessly, they allowed Jean to set the tone. She positioned herself over one guard while taking another and enveloping his dick in her mouth. Two other men started stroking themselves while she rode the man below her and sucked another one off. She was more aggressive this time, working it at her own pace and moaning in delight at every surge of pleasure that filled her body.

“Uh-uh-uh-yes-uh-yes-yes-that’s what I want! Oh I love it!” she cried.

While watching this, Emma was filled with a new despair. Jean was falling under their power quicker than she expected. Right before her eyes she was turning into one of them. She couldn’t take it anymore.

The machine kept fucking her. It got to the point where she couldn’t stop her body from reacting. Her cunt got wet and built up the urge to climax. But this machine was a tool of Hellfire. It was specifically treated not to allow her to cum. It was torture on a level that even Emma struggled to bear. But she kept trying.

“Ugh-ugh-stop it Jean-ugh-get a hold of yourself!” she exclaimed, “Remember that…”

But she was cut off by Shaw, who shoved a gag into her mouth and effectively silenced her. She tried to spit it out, but it was one of those gags that wrapped around her head. Now she couldn’t speak and the only noise coming out of her mouth were grunts as the machine fucked her, torturing her body while the sight before her tortured her mind.

“Don’t even try it, Emma,” he said threateningly, “You’re going to watch every second and take every round. Such is the price you must pay for betraying Hellfire.”

Emma groaned and struggled. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the sensations of the device and the moans of Jean. But it wouldn’t stop. The machine kept fucking her and wouldn’t let her cum. All the while Jean was getting all the orgasms she wanted, indulging in all the excess of Hellfire’s control. It struck her on every level. Her body was betraying her and so was her friend. Hope was fading and fading fast.

Shaw couldn’t help but smile at her distress. It was getting to her and she couldn’t hide it any longer. Emma’s resistance was weakening and so was Jean Grey’s. Everything was going according to plan. It seemed victory was within Hellfire’s grasp once again. And this time there was no escaping.

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Scott and Logan got only a couple hours of sleep in a motel before they resumed their search. Their dreams were plagued with worry for Jean and Emma. There was no telling the kind of horrors they were facing. Logan was angrier than anything, but it was a lot more complicated for Scott. He had feelings for both these girls and even in his tired state, his thoughts wandered about the situation he found himself in.

When they awoke, the two men started hitting the neighborhoods Fury mentioned. They stayed in close contact with Xavier, who reported unusually high amount of mutant activity in the area. None of them were Jean or Emma, but it was a good sign because they were told Hellfire used mutants to carry out their operations. The more mutants they found, the more people they could interrogate. One of them had to know something.

However, they quickly found out that any utterance of the word ‘Hellfire’ was met with great trepidation.

“I don’t know nothing about no Hellfire Club! I swear!” exclaimed an oversized thug as he stared down an angry Wolverine in a back alley.

“Yeah? Well maybe you just forgot! How about a little refresher?” growled Logan.

He drew his claws and the thug gasped in horror. But even the threat of impalement wasn’t enough.

“Ha! Ain’t nothing you can do to me that Hellfire can’t do ten times worse,” he scoffed.

“So you do know them,” said Scott, who watched from behind with folded arms.

“I heard of em, but I never work for those assholes! A job from them is like a job from Satan himself! Even I got my limits!”

Logan stared the man down, studying his face and eyes. He had a way of smelling lies. This guy sure seemed afraid, but not of him. These Hellfire punks must really be bad if their name alone stirred this much fear.

“Fine,” grunted Logan, “If you ain’t gonna help, get the hell out of my sight.”

Logan shoved him aside and the guy ran off. He was smart enough not to rat out Hellfire. It saved his neck, but left Scott and Logan back at square one.

“We’re getting nowhere,” groaned Scott, “Hellfire’s like a four letter word around here.”

“Guess Frost wasn’t lyin’ about them bein’ rough,” said Logan, “That just means we’ll have to be rougher.”

Scott muttered a curse under his breath. He didn’t like this. Xavier wasn’t having any luck with Cerebro and nobody in these parts was willing to talk. They had no leads while Jean and Emma were out there suffering. It seemed with every dead end he heard that cry for help from Jean in his head again and it was starting to get to him.

“Come on, we’ll hit another bar,” said Logan.

“We’ve hit three already, Logan,” groaned Scott.

“You wanna complain or you wanna keep searching?”

Scott let out a frustrated grunt and followed Logan back out onto the streets. Logan shook his head. This was why he liked to work alone. Scott was carrying so much emotional baggage it was hard to stay focused. He could understand being worried about his girlfriend and Jeannie, but there was only so much strain a guy could take.

They walked through the busy streets, passing any number of shady characters along the way. Any one of them could have been linked to Hellfire and they wouldn’t know. It was times like this telepathy would have come in handy, but with Xavier busy with Cerebro and the girls out they had to do things the old fashioned way. And that meant going into yet another shady bar in the less opulent parts of town.

But before they got back to business, Logan needed to calm Scott down.

“Bub, you need to focus,” said Logan, “I know you’re messed up about Jeannie and Frosty, but…”

“You don’t know anything, Logan,” said Scott bitterly.

“Okay, maybe I don’t,” he said, rolling his eyes, “But you of all people should know the value of a level head.”

Logan had a point. Scott hadn’t been thinking clearly since this whole mess began. Thinking clearly wasn’t easy, but he was supposed to be a leader. Not some emotional wreck.

“You’re right, Logan. I’m sorry,” he sighed, “I just…this whole thing is really messing with me. Ever since Jean called out to me I’ve been…”

“Wait…back up,” said Logan, stopping in mid stride, “What do you mean Jeannie ‘called’ out to you?”

Scott didn’t think too much of it, but Logan sure seemed intrigued. It was strange because he usually didn’t give a second thought to the world of teenage drama, but something about this caught his fancy.

“I don’t know, she sent it out when she must have gone unconscious or something,” Scott tried to rationalize, “It was kind of weird. Kind of like that time her powers went haywire. It was really deep and I can’t really…”

“You know what? Stop right there, Summers. I don’t want to know anymore,” said Logan, shaking his head.

Logan started walking again. He didn’t need to hear much to know it was one of those personal matters he was no good at understanding. He wasn’t about to get involved in Scott’s personal life. With Emma on one hand and Jean on the other, that was a mess even he wasn’t brave enough to face.

Scott was once again confused. It seemed like it meant something for a moment. And now that he thought about it, there was something odd about it. Of all the people she could have called out to, why did she call to him? And if she could, why couldn’t Emma? And furthermore, why did it feel so similar to that time she had her power surge?

A new range of questions surged through his mind, bringing up a whole other range of issues that had nothing to do with finding the girls. But now was not the time to dwell on them.

“Hey Summers! You comin’ or what?” yelled Logan.

Setting aside his musings, Scott followed Logan another couple of blocks to some nameless bar at the base of a nameless building. Anybody passing by wouldn’t have noticed anything suspicious. In every sense it was perfect for Hellfire.

Scott and Logan entered a windowless door to see a familiar scene. The bar was nothing fancy, full of pool tables, liquor, and enough second hand smoke to cause a lung tumor. As with the other bars they visited, there were a lot of shady characters. Some were hiding behind cloaks, a tell-tale sign that they were mutants or enhanced to some degree. And as far they were concerned, any one of them could be an agent of Hellfire.

“So where do we start?” said Scott.

“You’re guess is as good as mine,” muttered Logan.

Just then the door behind them barged open and a figure shoved past them. He was in a trench coat, concealing a body covered in a red and black suit. He made no effort to conceal the guns at his hips and the swords on his back. And he carried himself with obnoxious demeanor.

“Hey there all you low-life’s and street thugs! Drinks on me tonight! Uncle Deadpool just picked up his paycheck and he’s in a giving mood!”

A round of cheers erupted from the crowd of drunks and low-lifes. The bar tender rolled his eyes and shook his head. With this guy in town it was going to be a long night. But for Scott and Logan, their luck just got a little better.

“I’m guessing that guy,” said Scott.

“Good choice,” agreed Logan.

They watched Deadpool remove his coat and take a seat at the bar. The bar tender already had a mug of beer waiting for him, which he wasted no time in gulping down. Scott and Logan got a brief glimpse of his face. It was only his mouth and chin, but already they saw what looked like some substantial disfigurement. And with that attitude of his, he seemed crazy enough to know a thing or two about Hellfire.

Scott and Logan exchanged looks. The plan was the same. Corner the guy on both sides and start asking questions. If he didn’t answer they’ll have another round of damages for Xavier to pay for.

“You seem pretty upbeat for a guy in a Halloween costume,” said Logan.

“You talking to me?” said Wade, putting his beer down.

“Yeah, he’s talking to you,” said Scott, sitting down next to him, “And just out of curiosity where did you get that big paycheck you so proudly announced?”

“That’s for me to know and you not to know,” answered Deadpool, picking his beer back up, “Let’s just say I do odd jobs for people with deep pockets.”

“They wouldn’t happen to call themselves the Hellfire Club, would they?”

Deadpool put his beer back down and turned to the young man sitting next to him. The mere mention of those words was enough to turn a few heads. Some even got up and walked away, knowing all too well what being associated with it led to. But the merc with a mouth played it cool.

“Hey, ain’t you too young to be in a bar?” he said.

“Don’t change the subject bub!” said Logan, grabbing the guy’s collar, “I’m gettin’ pretty sick of chumps like you cowering like six-year-olds every time I say the words Hellfire and club together!”

“That’s because most people are smart enough to stay away from them,” said Deadpool, “There are only two kinds of people who are even brave enough to think of those guys: the phony brave and the certifiably insane. Bet you can’t guess which one I am!”

Scott and Logan exchanged looks. This guy was weird even by their standards. But he clearly knew about Hellfire.

“Okay, if you’re one or the other then why don’t you tell us more?” said Scott.

“Sorry, I don’t do bedtime stories. And these are the kind that’ll give you nightmares.”

“Try me,” said Scott boldly.

“Trust me, kid. You don’t want to know about these people. You’ll sleep easier at night.”

“I’m a light sleeper.”

Deadpool let out an obnoxious laugh. Most people weren’t brave or dumb enough to talk to him like that, let alone the Hellfire Club. For a punk, he wasn’t half bad.

“Ha! That’s a good one! You got guts, kid. Ever think of becoming a mercenary? It pays well and you get to meet a lot of hot babes! In fact, I just did a job where I got to beat up these two hot broads!”

That immediately caught Logan and Scott’s attention. Deadpool wasn’t one for subtlety. Either he didn’t care or he really was crazy on some level. But they didn’t wait for him to go any further. With renewed anger, Logan grabbed the masked merc by the neck and drew his claws.

“Hot broads, huh? They wouldn’t happen to be a redhead and a blonde would they?”

“Depends…” shrugged Deadpool, “Did one of them have breasts the size of watermelons?”

Scott’s eyes widened with shock and anger. Of all the guys they could have run into, they just happen to come across the very guy who delivered Jean and Emma to Hellfire. He had to be the guy. Scott didn’t need proof. He knew it in his gut. At that point he lost it.

With an angry yell, Scott lunged at the masked mercenary and knocked him off his stool. It caught Deadpool off guard. He was usually never caught off guard, but then again he wasn’t the one who snapped.

“YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! IT WAS YOU, WASN’T IT?! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO ATTACKED JEAN AND EMMA!”

“Whoa, and they call me crazy,” muttered Deadpool, picking himself off the floor, “Well I got the medicine for that!”

The merc with a mouth whipped out his guns and prepared to take aim, but Scott wouldn’t give him the chance. Taking quick aim with his visor, he blasted both weapons out of his hands. It was an unexpected move, causing Deadpool to fall back and clench his hands. For a kid this guy was really serious.

“Oh no you don’t!” yelled Scott, “You’re going to tell me where you took Jean and Emma or I swear to God I’ll rip your arms off and beat you to death with them!”

“Heh, go right ahead! They’d grow right back!” laughed Deadpool as he clutched his hands.

At this point, everybody in the bar was scrambling. The bar tender took cover while others scrambled for the exit. Any fight involving Hellfire was a fight not worth getting into. Some scrambled to get close. Logan took charge, drawing his claws and fighting them off. Usually he was the one who lost it, but Scott beat him to the punch.

He was ready to blow Deadpool away. Even if what he said about growing back limbs was true he’d keep firing until there was nothing left. If he couldn’t get him to talk the least he could do was make him pay for hurting Jean and Emma.

“You motherfucker I swear I’ll blow away!” yelled Scott, clutching his visor.

“Ooh a bar fight!” grinned Deadpool, taking out his katana’s, “And I thought tonight was gonna be dull!”

They were about to go at it when Logan stepped in. If Scott wasn’t going to be the voice of reason he was going to have to wing it.

“Knock it off, Cyke! We don’t want to fight. We just want information.”

“Speak for yourself!” said Scott angrily, still clutching his visor.

“I don’t mean to sound like your baby sitter, but is blowing away the only lead we’ve found so far gonna help?”

Scott would have wanted nothing more than to make this guy suffer for what he did to Jean and Emma. But for the sake of getting them back he had to play it by the book. It was one instance where he wished he didn’t have to be a leader.

“Fine!” said Scott angrily.

“Damn, and I was in the mood too. Oh well,” said Deadpool snidely.

“Shut up!” grunted Logan, “You’re a mercenary, aren’t you?”

“They don’t call me the merc with a mouth because it sounds cool…although you gotta admit, it practically sells itself!”

“Right,” said Logan, rolling his eyes, “So I’m guessin’ someone hired you to kidnap those girls. And we need to know who.”

“Sorry pal, that would go against the mercenary code of honor,” said Deadpool, doing a mock scout salute, “I may be off, but I take my job seriously.”

“Yeah? Well what if we paid you?” said Logan, “Because I just happen to have the phone number of another guy with really deep pockets. And if you tell us what we want to know you could come out with two big paychecks tonight.”

That caught Deadpool’s attention. While it was very unprofessional to divulge such information, his job knew no loyalty. Once the check cleared everything was free game. Shaw knew that and so did everybody else he worked for. And if they were willing to pay that was just icing on the cake for him.

“Okay, you caught my fancy,” he said, putting his katana’s away, “If the price is right, sure. I’ll give you a little info. Just don’t let the big cheese know who told you. Deal?”

Scott looked at Logan and then back at Deadpool. The one time he preferred Logan’s method to doing things and they had to play it safe. Instead of punishing this guy they were going to give him money. It didn’t seem right, but if it got Jean and Emma back it was worth it.

“Fine,” said Scott bitterly, “I’ll call the professor.”

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Up next: Scott and Logan get closer while Jean and Emma start slipping away