Festival of X

Festival of X

Chapter 16: Disciplined Guests

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Atlantis - Five Days Ago

“I must say, you’re going to some rather excessive lengths to turn the tables on your friends, my dear,” said a bemused yet always poised Namor.

“Are you complaining? Because that would be unbefitting of a king,” said Emma Frost with a mischievous grin.

“Being a king gives me plenty to complain about, but what you’re asking of me...it’s hardly the most daunting favor I’ve returned.”

“It’s not meant to be daunting,” she replied, “The primary reason I came to you is because I know you’ll carry this out with the arrogant bravado that makes you such an effective ruler. I also know you’ll take a special kind of satisfaction in helping me on this little endeavor.”

Namor had encountered a many women over the years that foolishly believed they were worth his time and affection. However, Emma Frost was no fool. She carried herself with a level of grace and toughness that would rival any queen. It certainly helped that she wielded a beauty that she was not afraid to use for both personal gain and personal enjoyment. It was that distinct persona and her willingness to be deviant to a certain degree that made him inclined to assist her.

It had been a long time since Emma asked for a favor from Namor. However, no amount of time could make her forget the decadent nights they shared back when she was in the Hellfire Club. For a time, the Inner Circle pursued Namor as a potential member. Emma had been tasked by Shaw to lure him into their grasp by whatever means necessary. It was a task she greatly enjoyed, but she knew from the beginning that Namor was too smart to place his trust with the likes of Sebastian Shaw. That didn’t stop her from staging a little incident in the ocean that ended in a few memorable nights in bed together. Those nights were among the lurid secrets they kept from their associates. Emma informed the Inner Circle that Namor had refused and Namor had kept his dalliances with her from the Atlantean elites.

It was that unspoken trust along with the warm memories of those passionate nights that led her to this unsanctioned visit. None of the X-men knew she was here. She made sure the Stepford Cuckoos covered for her. This allowed her ample time to make the necessary arrangements with Namor. They had just finished reviewing the final details. Everything was set and only a few caveats remained to make it official.

“In that case, it is settled. I will organize and implement this lurid plan of yours,” said Namor, his arms folded as he stood in a regal poise, “The authorities on Nova Roma owe me a few favors. They will be sufficient to ensure their princess is none the wiser.”

“And my Cuckoos will make sure the X-men are none the wiser,” said Emma, “They will coordinate as needed. All you have to do is make sure the transports are ready at the given moment.”

“You’re making this too easy for me, Emma,” he scoffed.

“You would rather I unnecessarily complicate this clandestine endeavor?”

“I’m used to dealing with needlessly complicated affairs. I welcome such a reprieve. What concerns me is the extent to which you’re willing to abide by these so-called rules you described. Are you actually willing to be submissive for the initial part of the ritual?”

“Don’t you dare think this is me going soft, Namor,” she quipped, “You know better than most men that I don’t submit without a damn good reason.”

“And these reasons you described are sufficient?” said Namor skeptically.

“It may not seem sufficient from the point of view of a king. But this isn’t about what I must do. It’s what I want to do. I’ve hurt the X-men. I’ve hurt Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Bobby Drake, and a whole host of others whom have given me more chances than I deserve. My recent actions have significantly damaged their trust and for once I want to do penance for my misdeeds.”

“Yet you’re willing to go behind their backs like this for revenge?”

“It’s hardly revenge, darling. It’s more like...a vivid reminder,” said Emma with a wry grin, “Just because I’m willing to submit doesn’t mean I’m unwilling to exert myself. The way I see it, once the proverbial scales have been balanced I’m free to remind the X-men that I still intend on asserting myself as I please.”

Namor clearly didn’t understand her logic. For him, the notion of apologizing for anything was outlandish to begin with. But she didn’t have the luxury of being a king. She couldn’t afford to never atone for her wrongdoings. She had already committed to playing the role of a submissive in this ritual. She wasn’t about to go back on it, but she wasn’t about to miss an opportunity to make her own mark on this ritual.

Despite making her intentions clear, Namor was still not convinced. He still had a hard time believing that this woman who had once been the White Queen of the Hellfire Club would be willing to submit even for a short while. She sensed Namor actually contemplating whether or not the X-men had made her soft. If he was to do what she needed him to do for this secret endeavor, she couldn’t have that.

“But I had a feeling you might entertain the notion that I’ve lost my edge,” Emma went on, “Well you should know I’ve no intention of leaving until I’ve dispelled that thought from your mind.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?” asked Namor with a raised eyebrow.

“The same way I swayed your thoughts of me the first time,” she replied in a deeper, more seductive tone.

Namor remained stern in his poise despite the obvious shift in his demeanor. However, he couldn’t help but falter if only a little as he watched the undeniably beautiful Emma Frost approach him with a sensual sway in her hips. She had a look in her eye that he recalled quite fondly from her Hellfire Club days. It was a look that conveyed a level of sensuality that was uniquely powerful for a woman.

Armed with this sensuality, Emma stood mere inches from the powerful Atlantean king. She then proceeded to press her body up against his, allowing her fingertips to trail up his perfectly chiseled arms. He was only in his distinct green speedo, which she knew he wore on purpose to display his powerful form. Being part atlantean, his skin was uniquely smooth to the touch. There wasn’t a touch of hair on his perfectly sculpted muscles. His body was a work of art and Namor knew it. He wasn’t afraid to use his body in the same way she wasn’t afraid to use hers.

Her sensual touch clearly provoked the Atlantean king. That speedo he wore never left much to the imagination. Emma allowed him to enjoy the warmth of her skin at first while tantalizing him with her touch. As she sensed his skepticism turn to intrigue, her face began drifting towards his. She drew so close to him that she could smell his fishy breath on her. He looked very much inclined to capture her lips and take her where she stood. But in a display that showed she was anything but submissive, she abruptly pulled away.

At first, Namor was confused and a little outrage. That outrage quickly subsided when Emma gracefully undid the white from her neck and unzipped the tight-fitting halter top that contained her ample breasts. The sight of her large, fleshy orbs sent a clear message that went beyond mere arousal.

“I don’t think I need to make my message any clearer, do I?” she said in a more assertive tone.

“No...you do not,” he said flatly.

With a lurid grin, Emma proceeded to remove her long white gloves and casually toss them aside with her cape. Then she turned around and started making her way towards Namor’s bedroom, which was located right behind the throne room. Along the way she casually undid her tight-fitting white pants and slid them down her perfectly shaped legs, going slowly so Namor could amdire every inch of her form. Upon stepping out of her pants along with her heels, she was fully nude. With each step she took, she swayed her hips as if to dare Namor to follow her. It was a dare he was more than willing to oblige.

Like a warrior charging into battle, he followed Emma into his bedroom. Along the way he swiftly removed his speedo, freeing his well-endowed manhood from its confines. By the time he caught up with her, Emma was already lying on his bed. She looked quite devious in her poise, lying on her side while thoroughly fondling her pussy. He could already smell the arousal on her. It was an arousal he hadn’t smelled in a long time, yet he recalled it fondly. It led him to become fully erect and hungry for her sex.

“From the highest king to the lowliest peasant, the charm of a beautiful woman is universal, is it not?” teased Emma.

“You still insist on making light of my affections when you’re asking for favors?” he said as he approached her.

“Oh come now, darling. You of all people know the value of mixing business with pleasure.”

Namor finally cracked a slight smile. Not many showed as much fondness for mixing business with pleasure as Emma Frost. He was not going to deny her or himself for that matter of such a feeling. It was the only fitting as a means of securing this agreement.

The Atlantean king joined the naked Emma Frost on his large, regal bed. He asserted himself with regal authority, grabbing her by the wrists and placing them at the sides of her head while he hovered over her. Their faces remained mere inches from each other as he positioned himself between her legs. A devious grin never left her face, indicating she was not affected by his royal bravado. She demonstrated her own bravado, hungrily wrapping her legs around his waist and drawing him into her before he could even deliver the first thrust. They both let out deep grunts as the hot feeling of his erect penis inside her tight pussy filled them.

“Mmm...that’s it, your highness! Give it to me!” she said in a tone burning with lust.

“Namor doesn’t give...Namor makes you earn it!” seethed the Atlantean king as he buried his face in her neck.

As Namor began hungrily tasting Emma’s flawless skin, he began moving his hips with the kind of authority worthy of a king. He employed just the right amount of force so as to deliver the necessary pleasure, sliding his dick within the wet confines of Emma’s vagina. It was every bit as hot as he remembered. With each powerful thrust, his smooth flesh glided against hers. Her breasts bounced and mashed against his chest. As his manhood slithered within her pussy, Emma let out deep moans of ecstasy. But she wasn’t about to allow him the authority he was so used to when he took a woman into his bed.

While Namor was thrusting into her pussy and kissing around her neck, Emma showed off the strength she had in her legs. She dug the balls of her feet into his back, directing the thrusting of his hips in just the right way so that it filled her as she wished. Namor was definitely above average in terms of size. That speedo he wore never hid that. But she made sure it was clear to him that she could handle his size and handle it better than any queen. Each time he drove his cock into her, she tensed her vaginal muscles. It gave Namor’s length that extra bit of tightness that caused his usually stoic face to contort in pleasure.

“Ooh hows that, your highness?” Emma purred through her blissful moans, “Am I earning it yet?”

“Hmm...you mock me in mid coitus?” he grunted, throwing some extra force into his fervent thrusting.

“You may be king...but in the bedroom, there’s only one queen!”

It sounded like a challenge rather than a proclamation. In a show of sexual authority that would impress any king, Emma hungrily captured Namor’s lips with hers. The intoxicating taste of her lips and the feeling of her tongue slithering with his was enough to make him loosen his grip on her wrists. Emma took full advantage of this, slipping out of his grasp and throwing her arms around his neck to practically lock him in. It was a rare slip for Namor, but for once it didn’t bother him.

Now armed with a powerful grip on the Atlantean king, Emma began showing off her own strength. Using her arms and legs as leverage, she hungrily lifted her hips in accord with Namor’s thrusts. It further drove his dick into her pussy while allowing her to tense her inner muscles with more vigor. She may not have been as strong as Namor, but she know how to apply force in just the right ways. It was the kind of force that filled Namor with the kind of bliss that so few women could deliver.

“Mmm...you think yourself worthy of queen?” grunted Namor after managing to wrestle his lips away from Emma’s for a brief moment.

“Fuck me harder and I’ll prove it!” Emma boasted, her voice laced with sexual hunger.

What started as casual exercise in lust was turning into sex that was worthy of being royal. Namor proceeded to fuck Emma Frost harder and she proceeded to fuck back, matching his intensity every step of the way. Gripping the sheets of his bed, Namor propped himself up on his arms while he fervently worked his hips against hers. Emma’s legs remained locked around his waist, helping to guide each thrust into her depths. Her arms also remained locked around his neck, allowing her to assault his lips with hers. It was a test of lustful wits for two lovers who weren’t afraid to exercise their passions and they were both equally determined to show one another that they were worthy of their royal boasts.

Their heated sexual motions rocked the bed as Namor and Emma continued testing each others’ sexual worth. Namor’s powerful thrusting along with Emma’s talented hip movements drove her to a powerful orgasm. She made it clear to the Atlantean king that this pleasure was hers to seize. Her toes curled and her legs tensed with near-superhuman force as she got her sexual release. The feeling of her feminine fluids coating his dick only further encouraged Namor. But he didn’t allow the former White Queen rest. He was just as eager to seize his pleasure as well.

While Emma was still savoring the pleasure, Namor took advantage of her orgasmic daze and freed himself from her grip. He then turned her body over so that she was on her hands and knees. Now in a less domineering position, her heart-shaped ass was there for his taking. The folds her her vagina were still dripping wet, indicating she wanted more. Having been close to his own climax, Namor mercifully gave it to her. He assertively grabbed her by the hips and thrust his dick back into her pussy. Now with even greater leverage, he rocked her body once more in an outburst of pure lust.

“You want harder, Emma? Namor will give you harder!” he seethed, “Show me you can take it like a queen!”

Despite still being in a blissful daze, Emma gripped the sheets of the bed and braced herself for Namor’s lustful onslaught. He was more forceful this time, tapping more of the strength that made him one of the most powerful men on the planet. Her pussy was still a bit tender, but Emma dispelled any discomfort. Namor was testing her sexual resilience and she had every intention of  exceeding his expectations.

Namor continued fucking her hard, his pelvis repeatedly slamming against her ass every time he drove his cock into her tight folds. As he smothered her with his lust, he reached around with his powerful hands to fondle her flawless flesh. He grasped her dangling breasts and gripped her locks of golden blond hair. At one point he even pulled her up so that he could turn her head and kiss her. Emma allowed him to enjoy the illusion that he was dominating her. Then when she sensed he was close to his own climax, she reminded him that she allowed no man to dominate her.

“Enjoying yourself, darling?” she grinned through sharp gasps of bliss, “Think...I can’t take it? Think again!”

In another unexpected show of her sexual dominance, Emma rose up from all fours so that she was on her knees. Namor didn’t stop his thrusting, still bouncing her hips against his as he eagerly sought his climax. He attempted to re-establish his dominance over her, but Emma surprised him again by shifting into her diamond form. In his shock, she rose up off him briefly and turned around so that she was now facing him again. With Namor still on his knees, she arched her legs around his waist and grabbed onto his neck. She then lowered herself back onto his dick, manipulating her diamond form in just the right way so that it allowed him to penetrate her once more.

“What...what proclivity is this?” Namor demanded, appalled that she had dare stopped before he could get his climax.

“Diamonds are more resilient than flesh, darling,” she teased, purposefully shoving her breasts in his face to help calm his outrage, “I may not be able to feel much on the outside, but inside...well, let’s just say the female body compensates when certain sensations are concentrated!”

“And I should care, why?” he questioned.

“It means you can stop holding back and fuck me as hard as you want!”

It was a creative yet unusual way to allow him the use of his full strength. Few women could handle his strength, which is why Namor often had to hold back during sex. But Emma’s seductive tone indicated that this was no longer necessary. She may be underestimating his resilience, but that was her problem. The king of Atlantis was going to get the pleasure he deserved.

Remaining on his knees, Namor firmly gripped Emma’s hips and used his full strength to drive her pelvis against his. It forced his penis into her vagina with a level of force that would have crippled a lesser woman, but Emma and her durable diamond form handled it. She even seemed to enjoy it somehow. He made sure to enjoy it as well and proceeded to fuck her with his superhuman vigor. Clutching her diamond hard skin, he used both his arms and his hips to fuck her. Her pussy wasn’t as hot and wet as it was when she was before, but it was still plenty tight enough to fill him with the pleasure he craved.

The force of Namor’s humping filled Emma with a unique blend of sensations. While she couldn’t feel his smooth skin against her diamond shell, she could definitely feel the sensations concentrating on her inner depths. It was one of the unique side-effects of her abilities that she discovered through years of decadent sexual exploration. While in her diamond form, her ability for internal stimulation was greatly intensified. She wasn’t as smart as Beast, but she figured it was just her body’s way of compensating for the lack of feelings. Whatever the reason, it made for amazingly intense sex. There just weren’t too many men who could give it to her, but Namor was especially adept and wasn’t afraid to throw caution to the wind and indulge.

As Namor seethed with lust, Emma clung to his shoulders and kept grinding her hips against his. She was still just as eager to fuck him as he was eager to fuck her. It eventually got to their point where their body movements were driven more by sheer determination rather than lust. This determination led Namor to his climax and drew Emma into another.

“Errrr! Are you...are you close yet, your highness?!” exclaimed Emma, “Are you...going to fill me up?!”

“Namor will fill you...as he pleases!” he replied with equal intensity.

“Then do it! Fill me with your royal cum! I want to feel it!”

She was practically screaming as she arched her legs back, allowing Namor to penetrate deeper into her womanhood. They were both very close. Namor kept trying to overpower her with his thrusting, but Emma wouldn’t have it. She maintained a firm grip on him, clinging to his neck and working her hips in conjunction with his. Their eyes remained locked, staring each other down with determined grit. Neither dared yield. In the end they only yielded when the mind-numbing pleasure of their orgasms consumed them.

When the feeling hit, their body motions abruptly stopped. Namor’s penis was buried deep within Emma’s vagina as she got her release first. In her diamond form, her inner muscles contracted with much greater force. This greater force made for an even greater orgasm. While she still couldn’t feel anything on her skin, the sensations inside her were very intense. It was akin to a hot ball of heat shooting up through her core and remaining concentrated through her being. That sensation seemed to carry over to Namor. He could no longer even move, her hold on him was so tight. The grit on his face was soon mixed with ecstasy as he released every last drop of his fluid into Emma’s pussy.

They remained frozen in their sitting position, soaking in all the sensations of this feeling. The sheer intensity of their sex lingered while they remained locked in a powerful gaze. There was no loving kiss or tender affection. It was just two intensely sexual beings matching one another’s lust.

“What say you now, Namor? Am I worthy of a queen?” said Emma in a powerful tone.

Namor remained silent for a moment, still staring her down with his dick buried deep within her. Few women could ever look at him like this after enduring the full onslaught of his lust. But Emma Frost was a different breed of woman. She not only proved her worth as a sexual partner for the king of Atlantis. She proved that she would never be truly dominated.

“Indeed...you are worthy,” he told her, “Both of my affection and my assistance.”

“Then I presume this matter is settled,” said Emma with a sultry grin.

“Consider this my way of giving our arrangement the royal seal. However, I suspect that won’t stop you from mixing business and pleasure any further.”

“The business is now out of the way, darling. At this point, I’m okay with all pleasure!”

Namor finally shared Emma’s grin. He rarely allowed his stoic expression to falter, but in the presence of a beautiful naked woman he granted an exception.

With nothing left to prove or affirm, they finally allowed their grip on each other to loosen. Emma returned to her non-diamond form as she and Namor fell back onto the bed. They began to exchange a new round of lustful kisses and gestures. Emma quickly aroused the Atlantean king’s manhood again with a quick yet skilled blowjob. Never to be outdone, he aroused her as well by going down on her pussy in a 69 position. From there, they proceed to indulge in the kind of decadent sex worthy of royalty.

But in addition to the having sex with a man truly worthy of being king, Emma Frost had laid the groundwork for a few devious surprises for the upcoming ritual. While she had every intention of fulfilling her obligations to carry out her penance, she wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to exercise her sexual proclivities. The X-men were going to find out first hand that she was still was still a queen in her own right.

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Xavier Institute - Earlier That Morning

The royal Atlantean transport arrived just as Namor had planned with Emma and at the exact minute specified. Given the sensitive nature of this plan, he had to land in a more secluded area on the western portion of the campus. As far as his kingdom knew, he was on a diplomatic mission to the surface world. This wasn’t entirely false. There was an element of diplomacy to working with Emma Frost, but her fondness of mixing business with pleasure ensured that it would remain a secondary concern.

When the transport touched down in a clearing near the walls of the campus, Namor opened the hatch and was greeted by the Stepford Cuckoos. They were not alone either. Those other contacts they mentioned had joined them. They included Jamie Madrox and Monet St. Croix, two mutants that Namor was unfamiliar with. But Emma did say that there were other parties interested in helping her with this little mission of hers.

“Greetings, your highness. You’re looking well,” said the Stepford Cuckoos in perfect unison.

“Please dispense with the pleasantries. Namor has no patience for formalities,” he scoffed as he turned his attention to Jamie and Monet, “Exactly what role are you two supposed to play in this affair?”

“I imagine it’s the same as you,” said Monet, “Miss Frost came to us with an opportunity to help her with her lurid plans.”

“Usually, I don’t trust that woman any more than I trust the realness of her breasts, but she’s gotten better at cooperating with others lately...when it serves her interests,” added Jamie.

“Women of her mold are quite adept at such skill, which leads me to wonder how helping her will serve yours,” quipped Namor suspiciously.

“You mean aside from the obvious appeal of crashing an awesome party?” said Jamie.

“Like Emma, I understand that the best motivations can only involve pure hedonism to a certain extent.”

Multiple and Monet exchanged glances. It wasn’t an unreasonable point. Emma wouldn’t have come to them if mere pleasure was their only incentive. She intended to assert herself with the X-men after she had fulfilled her obligations. However, she wasn’t the only one with a desire to assert themselves with the X-men.

“Our motivations are varied,” Monet explained, “I was once Emma Frost’s star pupil, but I didn’t exactly endear myself to my fellow classmates. I haven’t been in good standing with them for quite some time.”

“The same could be said for X-Factor,” added Jamie, “I haven’t exactly seen eye-to-eye with the X-men since I took over.”

“I still fail to see how participating will serve your interests,” said Namor with folded arms.

“When has effectively asserting one’s self not been beneficial in tipping the balance of power?” retorted Monet, “You of all people know the value of ensuring power or lack thereof is not working to your detriment.”

“I don’t know much about the interests of kings, but I do know the value of mutual benefit. The X-men need a reminder that some of us are capable of more than they think. They may not like us, but they will respect us,” said Jamie in a more serious tone.

“And respect goes much further than affection, wouldn’t you agree?” added the Stepford Cuckoos.

Namor was still skeptical, but he could not deny the merits of their words. Emma told him that other parties might be involved in this plot, but spared him the details. She assumed they didn’t matter to him and she was right on many levels. However, he still studied her choice of associates to make sure they were serious about this endeavor. The king of Atlantis wasn’t about to ally himself with those who lacked dedication. Once satisfied, he offered a mere acknowledgment of their logic and nothing more.

“Very well,” he said flatly as he turned around and re-entered the transport, “If you’re done wasting the time of Namor, then let us depart. We’ve a schedule to keep and I’ve no intention of squandering the slightest second.”

“We’ve no intention of making light of this opportunity either, Your Highness,” said Mindee.

“Like Miss Frost, we’re quite eager to assert ourselves so to speak,” said Phoebe.

“Miss Frost has taught us a great deal about the merits of assertion and dominance. We’re eager to put it into practice!” said Celeste with a grin.

“Do I even want to know what those lessons entail? Because I’m extremely curious,” said Jamie under his breath.

“Spare yourself the lurid details. For what we’re about to do, they’ll be redundant at best,” said Monet flatly.

They all followed Namor into the transport. The anticipation grew as their collaboration with Emma Frost was about to bear fruit. She may have been a devious woman, but she always made sure that those who aided her were properly rewarded. They looked forward to enjoying those rewards once they arrived at Nova Roma.

But while Jamie, Monet, and the Stepford Cuckoos were talking to Namor, the didn’t notice another figure watching them from atop a nearby tree. It was Mystique, fresh off her recent betrayal of the X-men that also involved a rather colorful affair with Bobby Drake. She had been keeping a low profile since that incident, but she had been stepping up her surveillance efforts recently. If there was an opportunity to further exploit the X-men, she was keen on taking it. And this recent trip to Nova Roma sounded intriguing.

“Hmm...whatever is going on in Nova Roma must be important if Namor is involved,” Mystique said to herself, “Since Beast can’t seem to stop humping that green-haired girlfriend of his, I might as well tag along and see if I can have a little fun with this!”

With a devious grin, Mystique shifted into a small hummingbird and flew into the transport just before the hatch closed. She made sure that she remained hidden, using her advanced shape-shifting talents to evade detection both from Namor’s keen senses and the telepaths. She remained in this inconspicuous form as the transport took off and sped away at high speeds towards Nova Roma.

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Nova Roma - Present Time

‘Attention, my dear X-men! Now that I’ve earned my penance and feel presentable after our little gangbang, I have an announcement to make,’ said Emma Frost to the X-men through her telepathy, ‘I’ve arranged for some special guests to join us in this ritual. I’ve already consulted with Amara. She confirms that this is within the scope of the ritual. So expect to see some new figures lofting about the temple very soon. In addition, now that I’ve consumed a fresh glass of that decadent wine we’ve all come to appreciate, expect me to be far less submissive as I exploit my opportunities for ritual indulgence!’

This rather booming telepathic message reverberated throughout the X-men as they were taking a quick breather after Emma’s penance ritual. Some had been relaxing in the dormitories. Some were refueling with some food that had been served by the temple workers. While none of them expected Emma Frost to be softened by her submissive role, her announcement left some a bit concerned.

Jean Grey and Amara had been relaxing a bit and getting a bite to eat in one of the dens when this telepathic message was sent. Jean felt so relieved and upbeat after she, Scott, and Emma shared a long overdue moment to confront the past drama between them. She felt they were finally ready to move forward. However, she nearly forgot that Emma was still Emma. If given an opportunity to exploit a situation, she was not afraid to take advantage of it.

“Amara, I don’t remember you saying anything about Emma making plans behind our back,” said Jean warily.

“Yes...about that,” said the younger mutant awkwardly, “Miss Frost was rather insistent that I keep those discussions to myself.”

“As someone who has been burned by Emma’s secrets before, I know better than most how dangerous that can be,” Jean pointed out.

“I don’t doubt that. But her willingness to play a submissive role is a two-way street. She went out of her way to do penance and regain our trust. I couldn’t deny her that trust after she fulfilled her role.”

“But bringing in outside guests?” Jean questioned.

“There’s nothing in this ritual that prohibits it. In fact, it’s actually encouraged in some instances,” Amara replied.

Jean was still not entirely at ease with the situation. She sincerely wanted to trust Emma, especially after what she just went through for them. She seemed so much more understanding after she and Scott shared a passionate reconciliation.

Then again, she couldn’t expect Emma Frost to deviate too much from the colorful persona that so defined her. Knowing better than most the extent of her sexual proclivities, she couldn’t help but wonder and worry how Emma would exploit this ritual in a non-submissive role. She also couldn’t help but worry about these guests that she convinced to help her.

“I’m still a bit worried and I think I’ve lost my appetite as well,” said Jean as she set aside the last of her snack from the buffet.

“I get that your history with Miss Frost may make it difficult, but I encourage you to trust her as well,” said Amara, “If for no other reason than to maintain the civility of this ritual.”

“Civility in an orgy? Amara, are you sure that’s possible when Emma Frost is involved?” said Jean dryly.

“Relatively speaking,” she quipped, “Miss Frost told me about these guests and she assured me they’ll work within the rules and rites of the ritual.”

“I want to trust her word. I really do.”

“You don’t think she’ll betray that trust, do you?”

“Not necessarily,” said Jean as she pondered this situation further, “When Scott and I were rebuilding our marriage, Emma showed us both just how broad her sexual tastes were so to speak. Now that she’s free from her submission role and has outside help...well, let’s just say the possibilities concern me.”

The Nova Roman didn’t contest Jean’s logic. She and the rest of the New Mutants didn’t know the intimate details of Miss Frost’s personal life, but it was common knowledge that she used to work for the Hellfire Club and she was quite cavalier about her sexuality. She suspected that her teacher would attempt to compensate for all the lurid activities they put her through during her role as a submissive. She never considered just how far those activities would go.

Having spent the last half hour or so enjoying a light meal, Amara finished what was left of her sandwich and wine to join Jean Grey as she made her way out of the den. She seemed rather intent on confronting Emma about this latest development and now the Nova Roman princess was curious as well so she was prepared to tag along. But before she could catch up to Jean, she felt another odd telepathic message in her head. This time, it didn’t appear to come from Emma.

‘Come...join me upstairs.’

Amara stopped and lightly rubbed her head. The message was subtle with a touch of force as well. Whether it was part of some psychic influence, Amara suddenly felt compelled to go to one of the rooms upstairs. It also sparked a fresh wave of sexual arousal that she didn’t expect.

“Is everything okay, Amara? I thought I just sensed something,” said Jean, who did a quick telepathic scan.

“It’s okay, Miss Grey,” said Amara quickly, waving her down before she could get too worked up, “I just...I need to check on something upstairs.”

“Do you want me to tag along?” she offered.

“No, that’s okay, Miss Grey. I know you’re concerned, but try and a relax a bit. Have another glass of the ceremonial wine if you must. This ritual is meant to be free of conflicts so let’s keep it that way.”

Amara left through another door while Jean lingered a bit longer. Her instincts still compelled her to confront Emma about this, but some of those instincts were still driven by old habits and old attitudes about the former White Queen. It may end up only causing needless conflict, which is what they were trying to get away from with this ritual.

“Maybe she’s right,” Jean sighed to herself, “I need to try a little harder to trust Emma. Maybe that’ll be easier with some wine in me.”

As she struggled with these conflicting inclinations, Jean managed to stop herself long enough to settle herself. She turned back to the buffet table and retrieved a glass for the wine. Since the beginning of the ritual, a bottle of the ceremonial wine had been available for anyone who needed a little something extra to keep the ritual going. However, Jean soon noticed another peculiar development.

“Hey...where did the bottle of that wine go anyways?”

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Ten Minutes Earlier

“I know I’m more provocateur than priestess, but allow me to raise a glass with my esteemed guests!” said Emma Frost proudly as she held up a chalice of ceremonial wine.

“Priestess or not, your presence is still as divine as ever,” said Namor as he held up his chalice, “I’ll gladly drink to any scheme that allows you and the king of Atlantis to exert their authority.”

Namor, Jamie, Monet, and the Stepford Cuckoos had arrived moments ago. They were now standing with Emma just outside the back gate of the New Olympus Temple. Having already informed the guards of her intentions, they allowed her guests through. She greeted them in a white silk robe with the ceremonial wine and a collection of chalices in hand. They already knew the particulars of this ritual. They just needed to get into the spirit so to speak.

They all eagerly drank the wine and allowed the effects to take hold. It didn’t take long for them to feel it. Emma made sure they had a little extra so they would have the necessary fortitude to carry out this lurid plot of hers. Namor was certainly eager to help her. With the memories of her recent visit to Atlantis still fresh in their minds, they hadn’t stopped exchanging affectionate glances. For the others, however, their eagerness was more pragmatic.

“Mmm...does all wine taste this good?” asked Phoebe.

“Don’t enjoy it too much,” warned Celeste, “Technically, we’re still underaged.”

“Does Nova Roma even have a drinking age?” asked Mindee.

“Even if it did, would that stop you?” asked Monet as she made sure to drink up every last drop.

“Monet, my dear, your ability for defiance along with your pursuit of perfection never ceases to astound me,” said Emma proudly, “You all have a history of defying the X-men, the Avengers, and authority in general. That’s part of why I asked you to help me with this.”

“And that’s only part of why we agreed,” said Jamie.

“I take it the other part involves making your mark on the X-women, am I right?” said Monet.

“With so many telepaths here, I won’t try to be subtle,” Jamie shrugged as he finished his wine, “I also happen to be of the opinion that the X-men need a reminder that there are other X-related teams out there. It’s been a long time since X-Factor got the respect it deserves so I intend to rectify that.”

“A rather poor choice of words, don’t you think?” teased Phoebe.

“Or maybe that’s what he’s into!” said Celeste and Mindee simultaneously.

“No need to be juvenile, girls. His point is still valid,” said Emma, “The X-men have paid for their arrogance in the past. Sometimes a little discipline is necessary to help taper the arrogance that comes along with being superheroes. And once the full effects of the wine kicks in, you’ll have the necessary fortitude to exert such discipline.”

“You also told us we would have more than that to work with,” said Jamie, “I hope you weren’t understating that part.”

“I never understate anything, darling,” Emma boasted, “I’ve already made a number of preparations. I think you’ll find the provisions I’ve acquired more than sufficient.”

“As if Namor needs much to exert himself,” scoffed the Atlantean king.

Having finished their wine, Emma collected the chalices and gave them and the bottle of wine to one of the guards near the gate. She had already given him some additional instructions to carry out as this plan of hers unfolded. It was about to come together. She had dutifully carried out her role for her fellow X-men. Now it was time for them to play a few special roles of their own.

“I trust you’re all ready and able for the decadent task at hand,” said Emma.

“Between your plan and the sudden heat I’m feeling between my legs, I’d say so,” said Monet.

“In that case, relieve yourself of those itchy clothes and follow me inside.”

Emma certainly didn’t sound like a woman who had just played the part of a submissive. She made her intent serious and clear as she turned around and made her way back to the temple. Along the way, she casually undid her robe and let it fall off her body. The sight of Emma Frost’s naked body under the hot tropical sun sent a powerful message that these new participants in the ritual received loud and clear.

“That’s an ass I’m happy to follow,” grinned Jamie.

“That happiness will be short lived if you don’t take this ritual seriously, as decadent it may be,” said Namor, who maintained a serious demenaor.

The Atlantean king was remarkably casual as he slipped out of his speedo, leaving his well-sculpted body completely nude as he caught up with Emma. Monet and the Cuckoos followed, removing the blouses and skirts they had been wearing along with their underwear. Jamie fumbled a bit with his pants as he stripped down. The effects of the wine and seeing Emma naked had already left him with a sizable erection. Once he got them off along with his shirt, he caught up with the others as well.

They were all ready to carry out Emma’s decadent endeavor. They each had every intention of enjoying themselves while helping the former White Queen in disciplining the X-men as she put it. They also had their own approach to going about this.

“So who is on your to-do list first, Monet?” asked Mindee.

“We intend to corner Cyclops or Iceman, whoever we can corner first!” said Celeste.

“I didn’t make such a list,” Monet replied, “I find them too limiting.”

“With so many X-men in need of discipline, that’s understandable,” grinned Phoebe.

“I agree. And that especially pertains to some of my former classmates,” she said in a somewhat ominous tone, “Some of those preparations Miss Frost mentioned were at my request. And make no mistake, I intend to carry out these necessary tasks to perfections.”

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New Olympus Temple - Upper Level Gallery

After her conversation with Jean Grey, Amara followed the telepathic urgings she sensed in her mind to the upper levels of the temple. The message kept coming in steadily, like a haunting tone that kept drawing her close. It seemed to be coming from multiple directions. She found herself walking around in circles at times, trying to figure out where this voice was leading her.

‘Just a little bit further, Princess. Come...you want what I have waiting for you.’

The telepathic voice was practically taunting her. It definitely had the undertones of Emma Frost, but she didn’t recognize the voice as belonging to Emma. For all she knew, it could just be her way of toying with her mind. Whatever the source, these powerful psychic messages carried with them some very arousing feelings. Every time the voice echoed in her mind, she also felt it stimulating all those areas that evoked a deep lust. Between this and the wine, Amara was getting quite anxious as she kept searching for the source of the voice.

‘You’re close...in more ways than one. Follow me and we’ll both get what we want!’

After a few more teasing messages, she identified the source of the message. It was coming from one of the galleries that contained a collection of temple artwork. She knew some of the others had used this room for some heated romps earlier, but it still seemed like an odd place for this message to be coming from. However, the Nova Roman princess didn’t give it much thought. She was too curious and too aroused to think much of it. Without reservation, she prepared to open the door. She reached for the handle when it abruptly opened to reveal the mind behind the message.

“Hello, Princess,” greeted Monet, “Glad you could finally join us.”

“Monet?!” exclaimed Amara, “It was you? And what...”

“Yes, it was me. And yes, I am one of those guests Miss Frost mentioned. Now if you’re done with such trivial questions, follow me. You’re late for this impromptu lesson.”

“Lesson? What lesson are you...”

Monet didn’t entertain any further questions and Amara had plenty. For one, she noticed that Monet was wearing a rather provocative outfit even for this ritual. It consisted of thigh-high latex boots, black leather gloves, and an outfit consisting of leather straps that didn’t even cover her breasts, butt, or private areas. But her attire wasn’t the most burning question. As soon as Monet grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the room with her superhuman strength, she found out what kind of lesson she had in mind. It answered some questions while raising plenty of others.

“By the gods...” Amara gasped.

“I see curiosity got the better of you too, Princess,” commented Surge.

“Amara’s here now? Well I guess that means we’re at full attendance,” said Julian dryly.

This so-called lesson appeared to be a rather elaborate exercise in the more extreme aspects of sexual exploration. Somehow in between now and the end of Emma’s ceremony, she helped Monet set up the gallery to be a make-shift bondage dungeon. Several twin-sized mattresses were laid out in the center of the gallery and the lights had been shaded to bathe the room in  a much dimmer glow. On each mattress, her fellow New Mutants had been paired up and tied up in various bondage attire. They all looked somewhat uncomfortable, but still quite aroused from the looks of it.

Each pair was set up with one in a dominant position and one in a more submissive position. Prodigy was tied up on a bed with his armed bound to special restraints built into the mattress and a blindfold covering his eyes. Danielle hovered over him, her arms tied behind her back while she straddled his pelvis. Surge was in the bed next to them and also tied to the bed, her wrists and ankles bound while she was on all fours trying to keep her balance. Elixir was with her, blindfolded as well as his wrists were bound to the side of the bed so he couldn’t pull away from her. On another bed Julian was tightly restrained and blindfolded as well, his arms cuffed to the side of the mattress while his ankles were also restrained. Hovering over him in a very dominating position was Tabitha, who had her wrists bound with special cuffs and was straddling his pelvis while facing away. Roberto was even more restrained on his bed, his arms and legs tied as he sat propped up in a sitting position with a ball gag in his mouth. Laura was looming over him with a special collar on her neck that connected to a chain, looking rather anxious with the setting yet still very much intrigued.

“Monet, I uh...didn’t know you taught these kinds of lessons,” said Amara awkwardly as she took in the sight.

“Should it really be so surprising? I was, after all, a perfect student under Miss Frost as I’m perfect with the rest of my endeavors,” said Monet in a way that would have made Emma proud.

“I don’t remember this in any of our classes,” she pointed out.

“It was among some of the more private lessons she offered. She reserved some skills for those she knew would do it right. And that’s what I’m doing now. That’s why you’re going to join Sam over here and learn a thing or two.”

There was a certain element of force in her tone in addition to some extra telepathic messages. Amara felt a slight discomfort in her head. She had been a student of Emma Frost long enough to know it was a psychic order. She didn’t bother resisting. Monet was too skilled and she had clearly had plenty of practice with the others. A part of her now shared some of Jean’s earlier anxiety. Yet at the same time, the prospect of more exotic sex acts had a certain appeal.

Monet led Amara over to join her fellow New Mutants. She grabbed her arm again and led her with the kind of authority which indicated that she was the dominant one in this lesson. Before she could dare contest that dominance, Monet put her into a very submissive position. Unlike the others, she and Sam didn’t have a bed to work with. Instead, it was a special wooden rack of sorts that Monet had clearly modified with some of the materials in the temple. She roughly pushed Amara over so that she was bent over it. Then she handcuffed her wrists to the side of it so that she couldn’t get up. She then used some ropes to tie her legs to the base of the board. Once she was restrained, Monet grabbed a nearby chain that was connected to a collar around Sam’s neck. He was also blindfolded with his arms tied behind his back. He was a little taken aback by her forceful gestures, but he didn’t oppose her authority. It was as if he couldn’t even contemplate the thought.

“That you, Amara?” asked Sam.

“Yeah...it’s me, Sam. Try not to panic!” said Amara anxiously, “I think Miss Frost is just trying to re-establish herself after the ceremony.”

“Ah’m not panicking,” he assured her, “Ah know this is pretty dang twisted, but for some reason Ah feel...excited about this.”

He sounded somewhat intoxicated, as if Monet had put him and the others into an inebriated state. That probably wasn’t too difficult because of the wine. Amara soon found herself feeling it as well. It was still somewhat jarring, but there was clearly a purpose behind it.

Once Sam was effectively positioned behind Amara, the setup was complete and the lesson could begin. Monet stepped back and stood just behind another empty bed, which was a bit bigger and decorated with silk sheets and pillows. Since she was the one with the authority, it was only fitting that she give her lesson from a position of dominance.

“Now that you’re all here, the lesson can begin,” said Monet, “I sense you’re all curious and maybe even a little anxious. But don’t worry. Your curiosity may have drawn you here, but I made sure you were sufficiently compelled to participate in this.”

“Exactly how is that different from flat out mind-raping us?” asked Prodigy.

“Just for that, I’ll make sure you’re sufficiently gagged before the learning can begin,” Monet quipped, “It may seem devious, but I assure you it’s no worse than baiting a fish. In drawing you here with my telepathy, I also send a few additional thoughts meant to rouse that burning lust you’ve been exercising so thoroughly during this ritual.”

“So that’s why my pussy is dripping wet...that still only makes partial sense,” said Tabitha.

“That arousal and all those pleasant thoughts made you prone to suggestion, so to speak,” Monet went on, “It’s why when I asked you to allow me to bind your bodies, you agreed. It’s one of the first lessons Miss Frost taught me as a telepath. It’s not always necessary to manipulate the thoughts of others. Sometimes you just need to put them in the right state of mind so that they willingly do what you ask.”

It still sounded slightly less intrusive than psychic manipulation, but it still got the point across. They willingly followed Monet to this room. They allowed her into their minds to put them in their current state. Now they were in this rather prone position and it didn’t bother them as much as it should have. Yet there was clearly more to the lesson.

“We’ve all learned under Miss Frost long enough to understand that she’s not going to let the dominance you enjoyed over her to go to your head,” said Monet, “She is still your mentor and she still values discipline. So consider this lesson a reminder in the values of discipline.”

“This is discipline?” questioned Elixir.

“Maybe in Miss Frost’s twisted fantasies, but these restraints aren’t teaching me much,” said Danielle, trying to shift her bound arms a bit.

“This is no fantasy. This is the cold, hard reality of order. There are those who subjugate and there are those who dominate. Being rebellious youths, we may not like it. We naturally oppose it. However, I’m here to teach you that there are benefits to obedience. And by my guidance, you will learn these benefits.”

Monet gave them a brief taste of these benefits by using her telepathy to project powerful sexual sensations into their minds. It was one of the special skills that Emma Frost taught her in private and the sudden outburst of moans indicated that she learned quite well.

It was like a warm blanket covering their bodies. Even under their restraints, they felt the rush of pleasure flow through them in sharp waves. For the women, it caused their pussies to become more moist with arousal. For the men, it caused their dicks to swell rapidly and until they became fully erect. It wasn’t forceful or overwhelming. Even in their bound state, it felt good in a strange way.

“Whoa...that was pretty awesome!” said Prodigy breathlessly.

“Is it weird that my dick is really hard now?” wondered Julian.

“I...I think that’s supposed to happen, but I’m not sure of anything at this point,” said Surge, her voice slurred by the sensaions.

“It’s only a small sample of the pleasure you can expect if you follow this lesson like good, obedient students should,” said Monet in an authoritative voice, “The rules are fairly simple. Compliance will result in pleasure. Disobedience will result in punishment.”

“Um...what kind of punishment?” asked Sam anxiously.

“If you’re obedient then you won’t have to find out,” said Monet with a wry grin, “Now be good students and fuck your partners. Don’t be gentle. Don’t be tender. Just fuck and follow my psychic whims. And whatever you do, don’t climax until I say so. Understood?”

No one dared argue the rules. They weren’t in a position to do so, nor were they in the right mindset either. They were too aroused and the promise of more pleasure gave them sufficient incentive to do as Monet asked.

“I hear no objections. Now begin!” she said firmly, “While you’re carrying out your assignment, I’ll carry out some additional preparations.”

The New Mutants demonstrated their obedience and complied with her request. Without hesitation, they began fucking their respective partners. Danielle plunged down onto Prodigy’s erect dick and began to eagerly ride it, moving her hips with much greater fervor than she had with other partners to this point. Tabitha did the same with Julian, working within the limits of her restraints as she plunged down onto Julian’s rigid cock and began riding it. Elixir practically seethed with determined lust as he lined his hips up with Surge’s pelvis as she remained bent over on all fours. Once in position, he eagerly thrust his hips forward and hungrily drove into Surge’s pussy. Sam did the same with Amara, her regal status meaning nothing at this point as he shoved his dick into her waiting depths while she remained bent over the table. But it was Laura who demonstrated the most aggression, practically growling with unrestrained lust as she pinned the gagged and blindfolded Roberto underneath her and roughly rode his cock with primal fervor.

Within moments, the whole room was filled with blissful moans and deep grunts. Being tied up and under Monet’s authority added a different kind of feeling to the experience. It was strange, yet undeniably intoxicating. For some it was still a bit uncomfortable. But the pleasure more than made up for it.

“Mmf! Mmmm!” grunted Roberto through muffled moans as Laura ravaged him.

“Errrrrahhhhh!” seethed Laura, “So good...feels so good!”

“Ooh fuck! I...I like this!” grinned Tabitha as she slammed her pelvis down against Julian’s with more force.

“Me...me too!” exclaimed Surge, “Harder, Josh! Fuck me harder!”

“Can...can you take it, Princess?” grunted Sam, his face contorting as he his pelvis collided with Amara’s heart-shaped ass.

“A dominant doesn’t ask a submissive permission to do anything!” said Monet strongly, “If you want to fuck her harder, then do it! If the submissive has your trust, she’ll take it!”

It seemed like a twisted blend of authoritarian logic, but it seemed to fit. They trusted each other as teammates. Why shouldn’t that trust extend to more lurid situations?

“It...it’s okay, Sam! I trust you!” Amara cried out, “Go ahead! Fuck me as hard as you want!”

The sharp cries of the Nova Roman princess showed that his lesson was definitely sinking in. Sam, who had already experienced the rougher aspects of sex earlier with Domino, allowed his well-mannered farm boy persona to wane as he pounded his dick into Amara’s pussy with more force. He grunted harder as he bent his knees and hammered into her tight folds. The hot slapping sound of their skin colliding mixed with the sounds of various other fleshy noises. It was a bit of a strain, having sex with so much energy. However, the mix of strain and pleasure only added to the unique feeling.

While watching her fellow teammates get into the spirit of obedience, Monet took some time to share in the pleasure. As her teammates hungrily humped, she retrieved a few accessories that she had stored in a bag near her bed. One of those accessories was a rather large vibrating dildo. As various moans and grunts mixed with the noise of sweaty flesh colliding, she used the dildo to pleasure herself. She started by rubbing it over her swollen clit. Then she roughly shoved it inside her pussy and worked it in and out of her folds, as if to match the intensity of her peers.

As she pleasured herself, Monet continued sending telepathic waves of various sensations into the minds of her peers. These waves weren’t just a means of enhancing the sexual experience. They were rewards for their obedience. She made it so that those who humped with the most intensity got to experience the most pleasure. For those that felt discomfort, she compensated that feeling with more pleasurable sensations. It created a very potent mix of pain and pleasure that offered a very unique perspective on obedience.

“That’s it! Keep fucking each other harder!” Monet exclaimed as she worked the dildo inside her pussy more vigorously, “But remember...don’t cum! Not yet! Not until I say so!”

“But...but I’m getting close!” moaned Tabitha.

“Me...me too!” grunted Prodigy.

“I don’t think...I can hold back!” said Amara.

“No excuses! You will do as you're told!” she said firmly, “You will only cum when I say so!”

The hard fucking continued and everyone tried to hold back as Monet instructed. Some like Elixir, Sam, and Danielle were disciplined enough to comply. Others, however, could not. At times it seemed as though Monet was tempting them to push themselves over the edge with her waves of telepathic bliss. She was making it very hard to be obedient and that may have been the point of the lesson. But she clearly wasn’t going to take excuses so something had to give.

The first one to give was Laura, who had been ravaging Roberto without restraint. Despite seeking the more emotional aspects of sex throughout this ritual, there was still a part of her that craved basic primal lust. She actually enjoyed the dominance she had over Roberto, holding him down while he remained gagged throughout their romp. She bounced her hips along the length of his erect cock with such fervor that it was not possible for her to slow down once her climax drew near.

“Errrrr! I feel it! Going to...ohhhhhh!” Laura howled as a surge of orgamsic pleasure consumed her.

Her grip on Roberto along tightened as her inner muscles throbbed around his erect shaft. She left a few scratch-marks on his arms, which caused him to wince a bit. However, he couldn’t voice his discomfort because of the gag. He was still hard and not close to climaxing, but he clearly felt the contractions around his member. Monet sensed this too, noting it as the first act of disobedience in this lesson.

Sighing to herself, Monet stopped pleasuring herself and withdrew the dildo from her pussy. She then made her way over to Laura and Roberto. Laura was still clearly reeling from her orgasm, panting heavily as she processed this experience. Monet roughly jerked the chain that was still attached to the collar on her neck to jolt her from her daze. Despite her feral tendencies, she was clearly not versed in discipline.

“I had a feeling you would be the first to disobey. Being a product of Wolverine’s gene pool will do that,” said Monet flatly, “I sense you’re a very temperamental young woman to say the least. I also sense that obedience to you has some unpleasant connotations.”

Laura was silent, resisting the urge to cut through the chains with her claws and attack this woman for opening old wounds. Weapon X tried to teach her obedience once. It resulted in her becoming a monster that killed her own mother. But this was not the same kind of obedience. Monet had made that clear. The pleasure along with her desire to feel the full breadth of sex kept her from lashing out and Monet seemed intent on using a very different approach compared to the men that tortured her.

“Part of obedience involves accepting one’s punishment while attoning to those you’ve wronged. Roberto did his part as a submissive. You did not do yours as a dominator. Therefore, you must make it up to him.”

“And how do I do that?” growled Laura, making it clear to Monet that she was still in a primal state of mind.

Monet jerked the chain again, pulling her off Roberto and freeing his dick from the confines of her pussy. It was still hard and dripping with her feminine fluids. Monet directed Laura’s body so that her face was right in line with Roberto’s member. She also loosened some of Roberto’s restraints so he could sit up.

“Give him a blowjob,” she ordered, “Suck his dick until he cums and swallow every last drop. That will be your atonement.”

Monet’s tone was still crass and demanding, but Laura chose not to disrupt the lesson any further. She did as she was told and began sucking Roberto’s cock. She was extra thorough, taking his length into her mouth and slurping up his shaft in a way that evoked deep moans of pleasure. But Monet still wasn’t done.

“As for your punishment...you will do this task while another part of your body is being penetrated!” said Monet.

Before Laura could contemplate what that meant, Monet took the vibrating dildo she had been using and inserted it into Laura’s ass. The sudden feeling of her rectal muscles being penetrated caused her to shift in discomfort. She stopped sucking Roberto for a moment as her ass adjusted to the size of the dildo. It hurt at first because there wasn’t much lubrication aside from Monet’s fluids, but it was hardly the worst pain she endured. Monet countered these feelings with more pleasurable feelings via telepathy, giving the feral young woman some pleasant feelings associated by abiding by the strict rules of her lesson. She sensed she was still inclined to rebel, but she seemed to counter those inclinations. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it as she resumed sucking Roberto off while the dildo lingered in her ass.

Monet grinned at how Laura was taking to the lesson. If she could embrace these lessons of obedience, then the rest of the New Mutants should be easy to deal with. While Laura had been the first to disobey, Monet doubted that she would be the last. Sensing that some were close, she retrieved more accessories from her bag.

She didn’t have to wait long to use them either. Tabitha ended up being a bit overly eager with Julian, bouncing her hips up and down his member with such intensity that she couldn’t hold back. At times her erratic movements caused him discomfort and it was impossible to keep up with her.

“Hnn...Tabby! Easy on the...” grunted Julian in a vain attempt to steady her movements.

“Too late! I’m cumming! Ohhhhh fuck!” Tabitha cried out.

As her climax hit, she threw her head back and arched her back. Her inner muscles squeezed Julian’s member mercilessly, but it wasn’t enough to get him to cum as well. The way she leaned bent his cock in a way that made it hard to climax. Monet noticed this and had some very special tools to deal with such disobedience.

“I’m disappointed in you, Tabitha. At least Laura could blame her heritage. You, on the other hand, are just greedy,” Monet scolded, “You abused the trust of your submissive and for that you must be punished.”

“Oh come on!” Tabitha complained, “I was too into it and...”

“No excuses!”

Monet’s forceful words were coupled with a hard shove that forced Tabitha off Julian. She then held her down so that she was on her knees with her butt pointed up towards her. With her arms and feet bound, she was in no position to resist. She was still reeling from her orgasm as well, giving Monet time to position herself over her in an authoritative manner. She was now straddling Julian’s pelvis while facing away from him, mirroring Tabitha’s earlier position. She also had with her a special leather studded whip. It was designed not to leave marks, but in the right hands it could convey plenty of punishment.

“For your disobedience, the pleasure you stole will be replaced with pain,” she said as she gripped the whip.

“Wait a minute! You’re going to...”

But Tabitha was quickly silenced by a loud ‘thwack’ as Monet struck her ass with the whip. It surprised her with a sudden jolt of pain. It was loud enough for the others to notice as well. It showed that Monet was really serious about this lesson. As Tabitha’s ass was reddened from the impact, Monet briefly turned her attention to Julian.

“As for you, Julian, I will give you what she denied you. The amount of pleasure you give me will determine the extent of her punishment, understood?”

“Um...okay,” said Julian awkwardly, yet still grinning with intent.

Still gripping the whip, Monet plunged down until Julian’s still erect cock. She also adjusted the restraints so that Julian could freely move his hips. She remained in a squatting position, allowing Jubilee free reign to pound up into her with his dick. As he fucked her, Monet struck Tabitha with the whip again. She winced in more pain, tensing each time the hard leather made contact with her ass. It replaced the lingering sensations from her orgasm with pain, adding to the unique mix of sensations. The harder Julian fucked her, the harder Monet struck her. It was a strange way to balance out the obedience dynamic, but it was effective in its own right.

Between Julian’s thrusting and Tabitha’s punishment, Monet was filled with her own unique blend of pleasure. Emma Frost had already given her a special appreciation for having authority during sex acts. This was no exception and since he had warmed herself up with the dildo earlier, it didn’t take long for her to achieve orgasm. As she climaxed, it led her to strike Tabitha even harder.

“Yes! Yessss! Accept punishment! Accept obedience! Accept it!” she exclaimed.

“Ahhhh!” Tabitha cried out.

Monet had to ease up somewhat so that she didn’t use too much of her strength. Tabitha’s ass already had some red welts on it and her flesh was getting quite tender. That didn’t stop her from delivering a few more strikes. The hot throbbing of Monet’s pussy also helped Julian reach his own orgasm. When he finally slowed down to release his load inside her depths, Monet cased her whipping.

Tabitha remained hunched over, groaning in pain while Julian let out deep sighs of contentment. It was a stark contrast between the dominant and the submissive, but one that got the message across.

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” she told them.

“Consider me enlightened,” said Julian with a grin.

“Enlightened...right,” said Tabitha dryly.

“You do the crime, you do the time! Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it on some levels!”

Tabitha scolded Julian, but he barely noticed due to their bound positions. Her ass was still throbbing and sore. Yet in a way it has been exhilarating. She wasn’t sure if that was because of Monet messing with her mind, but it didn’t matter. It was still quite an experience.

That experience was still going on for the others. After rising up off Julian, Monet made her way over to Prodigy, Danielle, Elixir, and Surge. They seemed to get the message from the others and tried to steady their fucking so as not climax too soon. Danielle moved her hips more slowly, favoring smooth gyrations to allow Prodigy to hold back his climax. Elixir could control his body easily, but after seeing Tabitha’s punishment he still slowed the motions of his hip as he thrust into Surge. This also allowed her to hold back her pending climax. However, Monet wouldn’t allow this kind of trickery.

“I don’t recall given you permission to slow down!” she sternly while gripping the whip, “Keep fucking each other hard and fast!”

“But...but I’ll cum...too soon!” Surge gasped as her body rocked to Elixir’s thrusts.

“I...I can’t hold back either!” groaned Prodigy.

“We can’t...keep this up!” grunted Danielle.

“You can and you will! Unless you wish to incur punishment as well!”

With no other choice, they fucked harder. By now their bodies were dripping with sweat from so much exertion. They tried to hold back as best they could under Monet’s hard gaze. However, the limits of their bodies eventually caught up with them. Surge could not hold back her climax despite her best efforts. When it became too much, she tried to hide it by gripping the mattress harder and burying her face in it to contain her moans. Elixir clearly felt the extra tightness around his cock and wasn’t sure if it was a real orgasm at first. Unfortunately, there was no hiding such sensations from a telepath.

“Surge, did you just...” asked Elixir.

“She did,” said Monet flatly, “You know what that means.”

“Hnn...wait! How is that fair?!” Surge complained.

“Don’t patronize me,” she scoffed, “I may be tough, but I’m not without understanding. Unlike Tabitha, I sense you tried. As such, your punishment won’t be quite as severe.”

Monet set the whip aside and retrieved another accessory. This time it was a small bottle of lubricant and a ball gag. With Elixir momentarily pausing his body movements, she applied some of the lubricant to Elixir’s ass while securing the ball gag around her mouth.

“Mmf!” she said in a muffled groan.

“Relax...don’t fight it,” said Monet strongly, “You’ll find that accepting punishment is more fulfilling than opposing it.”

She then turned to Elixir, who looked a little hesitant. But he was still fully erect and not looking to test Monet’s authority.

“Fuck her ass,” she ordered him, “Fuck it nice and hard until you cum. Understood.”

“Y-yes ma’am,” he said.

Monet finally offered a slight smile to reward his obedience. It wasn’t much, but it conveyed the right message. After collecting himself for a moment, Elixir withdrew from Suge’s dripping vagina and guided his manhood into her ass. He felt Surge’s body tense as he penetrated her tight hole, but her cries were muffled and the lubricant helped him enter her smoothly. Once he was inside her, he proceeded to fuck her ass hard as Monet instructed.

As this was going on, Prodigy and Danielle worked desperately to hold back their climax. With Monet distracted by Elixir and Surge, they thought they could get away with slowing down a bit. Danielle also tried to work around her orders a bit. She slowed down the movement of her hips, but made up for it by slamming her pelvis against his with greater force. This helped give them both a brief window with which to hold back the overwhelming sensations.

“That...that’s it, Dani!” grunted Prodigy through labored breaths, “Hard and steady...just like that!”

“Yes...it’s working!” said Danielle after another hard movement, “Just keep...holding off!”

However, their tactic did not go unnoticed by Monet. Even while she was dealing with Elixir and Surge, she sensed what they were doing. It was nothing short of insulting, thinking that her mind and genius-level intellect wasn’t trained enough to notice such subtleties. Such insults could not go unnoticed.

“Now you’re resorting to cheating? That’s unacceptable!” she scoffed as she made her way over to them.

“But...” began Danielle.

“Are you going to contest my authority?” she asked sternly, “Or are you going to acknowledge your wrongdoing and face a much lesser punishment?”

Danielle and Prodigy hesitated to respond. They momentarily stopped their body movements while Prodigy’s dick remained buried inside her pussy. Monet’s stern gaze carried a lot more weight after seeing what she did with the others. Their willingness to acknowledge her authority would help mitigate, but not absolve their punishment.

After leaving Elixir to handle Surge, she retrieved a few more accessories. She then made her way over to Danielle and Prodigy, watching as they waited anxiously for their punishment. Monet began by straddling Prodigy’s head and shoving her pussy right in his face. This muffled any attempt at protest. She also revealed that she was holding nipple clamps on both hands. With Prodigy’s voice stifled, she attached two of them to his nipples. He immediately reacted with an uncomfortable groan.

“Mmf!” he moaned into her pussy.

“I know it hurts, David,” said Monet, “If you want the discomfort to end, you’ll eat my pussy out until I cum again.”

There were more groans, but they were still stifled by Monet shoving her womanhood into his face. With only one option before him, Prodigy did as she requested. He ignored the pain in his nipples and started licking around Monet’s still dripping vagina. As she felt his tongue along her slight, Monet turned her attention to Danielle. She looked a bit nervous, noticing that Monet had two more nipple clamps. These ones actually had little weights to them. If her arms weren’t tied behind her back, she would have covered her breasts. But Monet wouldn’t allow her to evade this lesson in discipline.

“You were both responsible. Therefore, it’s only fair that the punishment is equal, no?” said Monet.

Danielle still hesitated to respond, choosing to remain silent less she say the wrong then. However, silence in this instance was not the response Monet was looking for.

“I said, you’re both responsible! Are you going to contest your punishment?!” yelled Monet, her tone now fueled with the pleasure from Prodigy’s oral teasing.

“No! You’re...you’re right!” Danielle responded, “I am responsible too! I...I also deserve punishment!”

“Good...your obedience will spare you further discomfort.”

Monet proceeded to attach the nipple clips to Danielle’s breasts. Her nipples were somewhat larger compared to the other girls so the little weights definitely had an effect. As soon as they attached, the Native American mutant winced in pain. Like Prodigy, she had no choice but to endure it. By obeying, they spared themselves further complications.

“Now resume your fucking!” Monet ordered, now grinding her pelvis against Prodigy’s face more intently, “You two were already close! This time, fuck until you cum!”

It seemed a little harder now with the added discomfort of the nipple clips, but Danielle did as she was told while Prodigy continued to orally please Monet. She started gyrating her hips again, working the tight folds of her pussy along his rigid length. Their pleasured gasps were now mixed with the discomfort of the nipple clamps. It created another unique blend of sensations, one that gave a new twist to the experience. That seemed to be Monet’s intent. She kept using her telepathy to enhance the sensations, further reinforcing this lesson in obedience.

As Danielle and Prodigy endured their punishment, Surge was almost finished with hers. Elixir had been fucking her ass with steady vigor. As his pelvis slammed against her butt, his manhood drove deep into her depths. Her rectal muscles stretched accordingly, causing discomfort that countered the ecstasy from her earlier orgasm. That same blend of feelings evoked a series of muffled grunts, which were masked by the ball gag that kept her from protesting. Since he was unsure of how much discomfort he was causing her, Elixir made sure to finish quickly.

“Almost...almost there! I’m ready to cum!” grunted Elixir.

“Mmm...then do it! Fill her ass with your cum!” ordered Monet while she was enjoying the sensations from Prodigy’s oral teasing.

He briefly increased the pace of his thrusting, working his dick inside Surge’s ass with more urgency as he neared his peak. As soon as he felt it, he thrust into her as deep as he could and released a load of his fluids into her ass. He felt her rectal muscles tense around his member, helping to add to the sensations of his orgasm. Elixir let out a deep moan of euphoria while Danielle let out more muffled gasps. It was hard to tell if she was in pleasure or pain. That may have been the point of Monet’s lesson. Once he released every last drop inside her, he pulled out and fell back on the mattress to catch his breath.

The impact of her lesson seemed to be sinking in for them, just as it had for Roberto, Laura, Julian, and Tabitha. Monet could sense how the unique mix of pleasure and pain was affecting them. It was a very different kind of discipline than they were used to, but one that seemed to resonate.

It definitely showed with Danielle and Prodigy as well. The presence of the nipple clamps added some urgency to their sex acts. Monet could feel it in the way Prodigy orally teased her pussy and she could see it in the way Danielle was riding his cock. They seemed determined to compensate for the discomfort with pleasure. That added determination pushed them to achieve their orgasm sooner. In doing so, it also pushed them beyond their normal limits.

“Oh...oh fuck! I’m going to cum! Ohhh fuck I’m going to cum!” Danielle exclaimed.

“Mmm...mmm...mmf!” was all Prodigy could say as his lips smothered the folds of Monet’s pussy.

“Yes! It’s quite intense, isn’t it?” she grinned as she purred as she rubbed her clit to help achieve her own orgasm, “Pain and pleasure...discipline and obedience...it’s a very potent mix!”

Monet’s words barely registered as Danielle closed her eyes and prepared for her release. She couldn’t tell from Prodigy’s muffled moans, but he was ready to climax too. He ended up getting his first, letting out a sharp moan as his penis throbbed within the tight folds of Danielle’s pussy. As his semen lined her depths, Danielle achieved her climax as well. She ended up hunching over somewhat, the strange mix of sensations throwing her off balance as her inner muscles contracted in accord to the release of the pleasure. Such pleasure directly clashed with the discomfort caused by the nipple clamps, causing an overflow of sensation that forced Monet to catch her before she completely toppled over.

In catching her, Monet got her release as well. The combination of Prodigy’s urgent oral teasing and seeing Danielle overwhelmed by the sensation was enough to send her over the edge. It was her second orgasm and while not as potent as the first, it still filled her body with a fresh round of pleasure. A light spurt of her feminine fluids covered Prodigy’s face as well. It was a bit messy, but he didn’t seem to mind. That or he was eager to get the nipple clamps off.

“Hnn...can you take them off now?” asked Prodigy as Monet rose up off him, allowing her fluids to roll of his face.

“Would it help...if we said please?” added a still panting Danielle.

“You did as you were told and you made me cum as well. As such, I’m inclined to oblige,” said Monet, sounding less authoritative after an orgasm.

Monet removed the nipple clamps as they requested. She also helped the clearly exhausted Danielle off Prodigy, allowing her to rest on her side next to him. They remained bound like the rest of their peers. Monet wasn’t ready to remove those yet. The lesson was not complete. As she rose up from Danielle and Prodigy’s mattress, she turned her attention to the only pair that had followed her instructions from the beginning.

All the disobedience and punishment that had transpired since the lesson began was lost on Amara and Sam. They didn’t try to overdo Monet’s orders or get too ahead of themselves. Sam had already experienced rough sex with Domino and Amara was used to controlling her body because of her powers. It was difficult and a little uncomfortable at times, but it allowed them carry out this long stretch of rough sex without climaxing or cheating. Amara remained bent over the table, clutching the edges while her wrists were restrained as Sam thrust into her from behind. He bent his knees and positioned his feet in just the right way, steadily pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. The hot smacking sound of his pelvis colliding with her butt made for a steady symphony of fleshy noises that helped fill the room even after the others had stopped.

Monet made her way over towards them, her once stern demeanor shifting as she gave them a look of approval. It wasn’t just because she had two orgasms while dominating her peers. Amara and Sam were clearly straining themselves, trying hard to abide by her orders. Their successful efforts made them worthy subjects to help her make the final point of her lesson.

“I anticipated that punishment would be necessary for all of you. I honestly didn’t think any would be fully obedient during this lesson. It appears I was wrong,” said Monet with a smile.

Sam and Amara didn’t slow the pace of their sex, but they definitely took note of Monet’s presence. She briefly turned towards the others, who were still reeling from their various punishments. She made sure she had their attention before making her final point.

“You see? Obedience is not easy, but it is possible. Whereas punishment is necessary to reinforce strict discipline, reward is just as necessary for those that abide.”

Monet focused back on Sam and Amara, who were still hesitant to do anything different under her watchful gaze. She set their concerns at ease by using her telepathy to project a sharp wave of pleasure into their minds. It caused them both to let out deep moans of euphoria. They almost climaxed on the spot, but Monet made sure that didn’t happen. They deserved more for their obedience.

“You’ve complied with my orders. I hereby give you permission to climax,” Monet told them, “As you enjoy your pleasure, allow me to give you the reward you’ve so diligently earned.”

They had been this obedient thus far. They had no reason to stop now as they eagerly did as Monet requested. Sam stopped holding back, bending his knees a bit more as he stepped up the pace of his thrusting. As his dick slithered rapidly within Amara’s vagina, she began tensing her inner muscles with each thrust. This helped bring her closer while getting Sam closer as well. Since they had been holding back for a while, it didn’t take long for them reach their peak. But just as they were about to climax, Monet threw in a little something extra.

“Ahhh dang!” exclaimed Sam.

“By the gods!” Amara cried out.

It happened just as Sam delivered the final thrust into Amara’s depths. A powerful wave of telepathic pleasure surged through them at much greater intensity than they had experienced earlier. It was so intense that Sam’s leg’s nearly buckled and he had to lean over Amara for support, which happened to push his cock deeper in the process. As he filled her depths with his load and her inner muscles throbbed, the normal pleasures associated with orgasm were amplified and greatly extended. Their bodies went rigid as the feeling coursed through them. It was an incredible feeling and one that was drawn out in a way that the others took note of.

Monet made sure it lasted as long as they could handle. Once the feeling had passed, she loosened Sam and Amara’s restraints and allowed their bodies to better recover from the experience. They both leaned against the rack, still bathing in the afterglow of the feeling. They seemed to completely forget about being lured here, tied up, and forced into this impromptu lesson. Whatever the circumstances, they clearly took something positive from it.

Prodigy, Danielle, Roberto, Laura, Julian, Tabitha, Elixir, and Surge watched as they enjoyed themselves. They were clearly a little jealous. Whereas they got punishment or more orders, Sam and Amara got extra pleasure. Sensing this, Monet turned back towards them so she could finalize the lesson.

“This completes the lesson. I hope you’ve all learned something from this,” said Monet.

“You mean aside from how much leather hurts?” groaned Tabitha, her butt still tender from the whippings.

“Obedience and discipline may seem hollow, but when handled properly they can lead to great rewards. You’re all young. You have many inclinations, be they sexual or related to your mutant abilities. You don’t like being bound. You don’t like being ordered either.”

“I admit it has its perks,” said Julian.

“Shut up, Julian,” muttered Surge, whose butt was also still a bit sore.

“But to bind yourself and trust others to wield their authority property is a vital skill. As growing adults, you’ll need it to function in a civil society. As mutants, you’ll need it more than ordinary humans. It’s a an ongoing struggle and one Miss Frost has been keen on teaching over the years. I hope this lesson will put those teachings into a context as you move forward.”

Learning under Emma Frost had never been easy or normal for that matter. She and anyone else who followed her methods had a way of getting through to students that was not always comfortable, but there was no denying its effectiveness. Monet had taken her lessons to heart. Now Sam, Amara, Prodigy, Danielle, Roberto, Laura, Tabitha, Elixir, and Surge had more reasons to do so. There was little doubt that Emma planned this, possibly as a means of countering what they did to her when she was a submissive. But given the impact of Monet’s lesson, it was safe to say they were even now.

Monet heard no objections and sensed no thoughts of discontent. She was left to assume they all got the message. That also meant that she had done her part in Miss Frost’s plan. Now she was free to enjoy this ritual on her own terms.

“Now then...who’s ready for my next lesson?”

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