New Blood

New Blood
Chapter 3: New Opportunities

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Sussex England – 15 Years Ago

“Explain to me again why you’re here, Charles? And while you’re at it, give me one good reason why I should hear you out.”

“I already told you, Nathanial. I want to make a deal,” said Charles Xavier,
“And if your value your work you’ll listen.”

“Ha! Since when do you make deals?”

“Since I found out how well they work. Now are you going to listen or not? Because I’m sure there are other scientists out there who would hear me out.”

“Any as good as me?”

“Oh you’d be surprised.”

Nathanial Essex studied Charles Xavier intently. How he ended up here was beyond him. Everybody with the Xavier name had been a thorn in his side for the better part of a century. Ever since the days when he shared a room with Charles Darwin himself and Charles Xavier’s grandfather they had been enemies. He went one way while Xavier went the other. He conducted experiments that turned him into an immortal, pale-faced genius with an indestructible, mesomorphic body while Xavier’s family buried their faces in books. He became the enigmatic scientist known to everybody else as Mr. Sinister while the Xavier family went about their privileged lives without a care.

Now here he was with Charles Xavier, the descendent of his greatest enemy. He was young and ambitious, not to mention powerful with one of the most advanced telepathic minds in the world. And he wanted to be allies of all things. That’s why he set up a meeting here at an old pub at three in the morning on a rainy night.

“Fine,” groaned Sinister, “What do you want? And it better be good.”

Xavier grinned and reached into his pocket. He then pulled out a small computer disk and set it on the table.

“Take a good look at that disk, Nathanial. It contains the genetic record of every mutant on the planet down to the last base pair.”

“Every mutant?” scoffed Sinister, “Honestly Charles, what do you take me for?”

“Go ahead and check it. It’s all there. You see, I know the kind of experiments you’ve been running. Just because I haven’t been actively pursing doesn’t mean I haven’t been keeping tabs. I know how valuable this information is to you. And I know what it could mean for your research.”

“Since when do you care about helping my research?”

“Since I began my work at a little place called the Hellfire Club.”

Sinister was officially intrigued. He knew about the Hellfire Club. He was even associated with them for a while, but broke away when they became too much of a distraction to his research. They had been around longer than he had and their reputation was infamous. If Charles had allied himself with these people that said a lot. Not only did it set him apart from his family, who had been trying to stop him for generation, it gave him new credibility. He might be worth hearing out after all.

“Okay Charles, you have my attention,” said Sinister, “What do you want?”

“A partnership,” said Xavier, “I want you to continue your work. But I also want you to help me with my goals.”

“And what goals might that be?”

Xavier grinned ominously. Sinister and his family may have been at war for decades, but he needed allies. And in his experience the best way to accomplish a goal was to turn enemies into friends.

“To build a new order for the Hellfire Club…and the world.”

Sinister’s Lab – The Present

Scott Summers had been lying on a hospital bed for the better part of an hour as the mysterious Mr. Sinister ran an array of tests. He had been with the Hellfire Club for about a week now and was still learning about this new world. He got a taste of how the organization was laid out from the Inner Circle down to the lowest henchmen in the chain of command. He was also getting a taste of some of the hidden technology the Hellfire Club had. And as a new member, he was given full access in order to help him with his powers.

Mr. Sinister, the chief scientist of the Inner Circle, had been working on a way to help him for hours. He already provided him with a special ruby quartz visor that helped him amplify and concentrate the power of his blasts. But now he was ready to take the next step.

“So what are all these tests for again, Doctor?” asked Scott.

“Please, Scott, call me Sinister. Everybody else does,” coaxed the enigmatic man.

“Um…okay,” he shrugged, “If that’s what you want. But why Sinister?”

“Oh it’s a long story, my boy,” said Sinister as he filled a syringe with a silvery substance, “I’ll tell you another time, but right now I want you to focus on the matter at hand. I just finished going over your blood work and I’ve concocted a way to help those powers of yours.”

“Really?” said Scott with an excited tone, “Thank God. I can’t remember the last time I actually saw something in color.”

“You’ll be seeing much more once I administer this,” he said, holding up the syringe.

“What is it?”

“A little something Xavier helped me develop over the years,” he explained, “I call it Legacy. Originally, I planned for it to be a mutant virus. But with the information and resources provided to me by the Hellfire Club, I refined it to act as a catalyst for manipulating mutant DNA and altering the physiological structure of any living thing.”

“Um…okay. I won’t claim to know what all that means, but if it’ll help me control my powers I’ll take it.”

Sinister grinned and prepared the injection. Scott already had an IV going into his arm. Earlier, he used to extract blood and plasma. Now he was going to use it as a ways to administer Legacy. He still found it ironic in a sense that he never expected to be using his knowledge to help people like this. His grandest vision had always been to use mutants to develop a new dominant species, but working with the Hellfire Club gave him a new vision. And this one could potentially accomplish even more.

“I’ll be administering two doses,” explained Sinister, “The first will heal the brain damage. The second will fill in the gaps in your mutation and allow you to control it. Now it may not come immediately, but with training…”

“I’ll do what I have to,” said Scott in a determined tone, “Let’s just get this over with.”

Sinister nodded and began the treatment. Scott laid still and ridged as the silvery substance traveled through the IV and into his arm. When it entered his body, he felt a strange burning sensation. It wasn’t painful, but it caused some discomfort. He started breathing hard as Legacy coursed through his veins, altering his DNA and attacking the damaged parts of his brain. Sinister monitored the whole thing with a CT scanner. So far everything was going well.

“Augh!” grunted Scott.

“Try and relax, Scott. It’s almost over,” assured Sinister.

Scott took deep breaths, sweat forming on his face as Legacy attacked every cell. He especially felt it in his head where the damage he suffered from the plane crash that killed his family was most severe. It caused a painful throbbing sensation for a while and he let out more disgruntled groans. But after about a minute or so, it began to fade. His heart rate slowed and his breathing eased. It felt like he just ran a mile full speed. But it was over now.

Sinister checked his machines, watching as Legacy dissolved into his blood. Having done its job, it was breaking down and allowing Scott’s body to take over. So far the brain damage looked healed. He was just waiting for confirmation on his mutation. Once he got the all clear sign he walked over to the young man and helped him up.

“It’s done,” he told him, “How do you feel?”

“A little tired,” replied Scott, “What about my powers?”

“Take off your glasses and see for yourself.”

Scott nervously reached for his ruby quartz glasses. It had been years since he was able to open his eyes and not worry about hurting someone. The anticipation within him was brimming. He held his breath and hoped for the best.

“You uh…might want to step back,” warned Scott.

“Oh have a little faith in my genius, Scott. Besides, it won’t hurt me. I’m much more durable then I look.”

“If you say so.”

Closing his eyes, Scott removed his glasses. He then concentrated, focusing his energy into keeping his blasts at bay. This was it for him. It was now or never. He finally opened his eyes and to his astonishment, nothing happened. No destructive blasts, no widespread damage, and no innocent people caught in the crossfire. After years of his eyes being shrouded by ruby quartz, Scott Summers was seeing in full color.

“My God…I can see!”

“Told you it would work,” grinned Sinister.

“I…I can’t thank you enough for this, sir.”

“No thanks are needed. It’s what I do. Nature didn’t grant you a complete mutation. All I did was fill in the gaps.”

Scott smiled at the strange man. Despite his sinister appearance, what he did for him couldn’t be understated. He gave him his sight back. Even if it wasn’t out of the goodness of his heart, it still spoke volumes.

“So I can control my powers now?”

“Yes, but you’ll need to consult Xavier for that. He does the training. I do the science. But I’d still keep the visor if I were you. You never know when it may come in handy.”

“I’ll do that,” said Scott.

Scott got out of bed and left with new confidence in his stride. Now he could go about his life without worrying constantly about controlling his abilities. He would still have to work on using them effectively, but he wasn’t worried about that. With this burden off his chest he could focus on more important goals like making a place for himself at the Hellfire Club. The world had picked on him for too long and now it was his turn to prove himself.

Sinister watched the young man, his grin never fading. While he was not the sentimental type, he did get some sense of satisfaction in helping mutants evolve to their potential. It played into his dream of using evolution to create the perfect species. The Hellfire Club had provided him ample materials and he was making progress. But it still wasn’t enough. His deal as chief Hellfire scientist was nice, but it wasn’t what he truly wanted.

‘One day…I’ll finish what I started. It’s only a matter of time.’

Selene’s Study

The Black Queen was at it again, conjuring spells and summoning the forces of mysticism. The air was thick with incense and the room hot with activity. But she wasn’t summoning a demon, casting a curse, or performing another sex ritual. For once, this was just for show. It was an insult to her power, but it had to be done. Jean Grey in her new role as a Hellfire pawn had to learn about the mystic arts. And it wasn’t just for knowledge sake. It was to see if she had any mystical potential herself.

Selene started off simple, demonstrating how to tap energy and use it in spells. She then went over the basic tools such as herbs, relics, languages, candles, and symbols. Jean was eager to learn, especially after experiencing the effects of a simple sex spell. Her curiosity was good, but Selene was skeptical she had the intangibles to be a good mystic.

“Magic, like any other power, is only as effective as the wielder who uses it,” she explained as she formed simple shapes and energy balls in her hands, “You start with knowledge, then you need the right tools, and then you need the spirit.”

“Spirit?” questioned Jean as she observed intently.

“Yes, some are specially inclined for magic. Not just anyone can practice it. If it weren’t that way than any fool could cast spells and potentially fuck up the world. That’s why throughout history only an elite few from the shamans of pre-history to the mystic artists of today can perform spells effectively.”

“So it’s more talent than skill.”

“You could say that,” said Selene coyly, “While I do have the talent, I also have the benefit of lifetimes of experience. Live long enough and there are few skills you can’t master. It’s all a matter of dedication.”

To prove her point, she concentrated her power and focused it into a powerful bolt that shattered a nearby mirror. The intensity surprised Jean, but she was beginning to see that Selene had a flare for the dramatics. And it got the point across.

“Wow…”

“Oh pick your jaw up off the floor,” said Selene in a taunting voice, “It’s a simple trick. Even you might be able to learn it.”

“I’ll do more than that. I want to learn everything Hellfire has to offer!” said Jean as she picked up some of the books Selene presented her with.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself. You’ve got a long way to go. You’re still a pawn, Jean. And like all pawns, you’ll have to do your part.”

Selene didn’t sound too confident in her. Of course, that could have just been her offbeat way of motivation. Jean still didn’t understand this woman. She was powerful and smart, but she was also creepy to an extreme. She knew she had her own torture chamber in the basement. She also heard how she got off on it. She had to be careful around her, but that was the risk she took when she joined this place.

As Jean gathered up the books, the door to the chamber opened and Emma Frost stepped in.

“There you are, Jean. I’ve been waiting downstairs for fifteen minutes already. Are we going out or not?” she said impatiently.

“Sorry, Emma, just let me put these away and change real quick. I’ll be right down,” said Jean.

“Well hurry up! We have a lot of ground to cover at the mall if you’re going to get a new wardrobe.”

“I wouldn’t miss it!”

Using her telekinesis to help, Jean picked up her books and followed Emma out the door. There was so much more she wanted to learn, but an hour with Selene was enough for one day.

“Thank you, Mistress Selene! I promise I’ll start studying,” said Jean.

“Be sure that you do,” she said indifferently.

Jean left in high spirits. She clearly had a willingness to learn, but Selene didn’t see in her the protégé she craved. Ever since the Inner Circle was purged, she had been looking for a young pupil to train in her image. She wanted someone cunning, smart, and ruthless. Jean Grey just didn’t cut it in her eyes. Sure, she could learn a spell or two, but to really master the black arts took a special breed. And for now, she could only hope that one of these new round of recruits would fit the bill.

‘Such a naïve little girl. Someday I’ll have my protégé…someday.’

West Park Mall – Jean and Emma

After her lesson with Selene, Jean changed out of her provocative Hellfire uniform and put on something more casual. As fond as she was growing of the revealing black lingerie she wore around the manor, she needed to look more presentable to the outside world. She managed to get some of her clothes shipped to the manor from back home, but Emma and Selene told her she needed new attire for her Hellfire identity. So with Emma as the chief fashion expert for the Inner Circle, she organized a trip for the two of them to the mall with a limitless credit card and an entire afternoon to kill.

But a new wardrobe for Hellfire’s latest recruit wouldn’t come from some typical retail outlet. If Jean Grey was going to be with the organization, she would look the part. So they would do their shopping at West Park, one of the most upscale and expensive shopping malls in Manhattan. These were the places where a seemingly casual pair of pants costs more than month’s worth of minimum wage. It was definitely richer than anything Jean every experienced. She came from a bankrupt family and for the first time, she was given free reign to dress like a queen.

“Oh my gosh! Can you believe these shoes?” exclaimed Jean as she posed in front of the mirror, “It’s like they came down from heaven!”

“You’ve got good tastes, darling,” commented Emma, “We’ll add that to the stack.”

“Great! How many does that make?”

“Five, but trust me you’ve got a long way to go to catch up to my collection.”

“Well for the sake of not running up Hellfire’s credit too much, we better move on.”

Emma rolled her eyes. It still hadn’t dawned on Jean that she was now part of an organization that had more money than even she could spend. But with the way she was posing in front of the mirror and trying on anything she could get her hands on, she would get used to it in no time.

“Okay, so what have we got so far and how much more do we need?” asked Jean.

“Let’s see…” said Emma as she looked over the list, “We got your casual wear, evening wear, swim wear, leather pants, low riding jeans, halter tops, evening gowns, formal dresses, jackets, shoes, high heels, cosmetics, hair care, body wash, and a personalized Prada purse.”

“Wow, so what does that leave?” asked Jean.

“What else? You’re…provocative attire.”

Jean’s face lit up. After her special indoctrination into the Hellfire Club, she developed a new appreciation for the sensual. Losing her virginity to Scott and being fucked by five of Hellfire’s hot studs was turning her from the shy girl who never had any friends to a woman with an appetite for pleasure. And as long as she was going to embrace her sexuality, she was going to look the part.

“You’re lucky, darling. As you may have already guessed, sex is my specialty.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” grinned Jean, “Lead the way.”

Emma smiled back and led Jean across the elaborate complex to her favorite area. This being a high end shopping area, the more risqué sections were somewhat secluded. But they were there and Emma knew them well. This was where most of the girls who worked at the Hellfire Club got their attire. It’s where she formed her unique identity and her taste for white attire. Since then, she was one of the highest rated sex workers in the Hellfire Club. And for the first time she might actually have someone to talk dirty with.

When they reached the store, Jean took a moment to digest it all. She walked slowly by the displays in the store windows, admiring the attire (or lack thereof) on the manikins. She immediately imagined what it might look like on her body and smiled at the possibilities.

“Still with me, Jean?” said an amused looking Emma.

“What? Oh yeah, it’s just…I’ve never been in a store like this before.”

“Well get used to it because you’ll be coming here a lot. But since it’s your first visit, we’ll keep things simple and start with underwear. After that we’ll just play it by ear.”

Jean smiled and followed the older blonde into the store, ready to shop. She was like a kid in a candy store looking over vast selections of thongs, stockings, busters, lingerie, bras, and heeled boots. Some of it looked extreme. Some were so revealing, just barely covering a woman’s private parts that it probably wouldn’t be much different if she was naked to begin with. But there was a distinct style to every piece and Jean was eager to try them out.

“Ooh, this looks sexy!” grinned Jean, picking up a pink thong with a heart in the center.

“Well stop gawking and try it on already,” encouraged Emma, “Come on, I’ll show you to the private changing rooms.”

“Hold on, I want to look at some of these tank tops,” said Jean, still lingering about.

“Just take whatever you can carry and come on already! You have to let me work my magic if you’re to be Hellfire royalty like myself.”

“You’re the expert, Ms Frost.”

“Call me Emma, darling. I’m your age, remember? Now get back there and get undressed. We have a lot of ground to cover.”

Jean was still giddy with excitement. She couldn’t believe she was getting a chance to make herself sexy like this. She wasn’t sure how to go about it, but Emma sure seemed confident she could help. She didn’t know her that well, but given she was near her age and a fellow telepath she couldn’t be that bad even if she did seem a little snobby at times.

For the next hour, Emma ran Jean through a wide array of attire. They started off simple with bras, looking for the best way to complement Jean’s well-developed breasts. They then moved onto thongs, which Jean found particularly intriguing since she never wore stuff like this before. It felt weird at first, but after she saw how they made her butt look in the mirror she was hooked. She must have tried on every kind from the G-strings to the micro-thong with the invisible sides. Even Emma was impressed with how she took to them and she had to force her to move onto other attire like see-through lingerie and leather garments.

It was a completely new experience for Jean. She had always known about this stuff, but never tried it for herself. But Hellfire was opening her to a wave of new experiences. Sex, magic, money, and power were all intoxicating in their own right, but together they were giving her a new perspective on the world. It felt like this is where she could excel. This is where she would find her identity.

Her ambition was admirable, but Emma Frost, who had been with the Hellfire Club a few years now, was skeptical. While she never questioned the judgment of the Black King before, she wasn’t sure about this girl. She had the power and the drive, but did she have the stomach to do what Hellfire does?

“I like this little number,” grinned Jean as she posed in front of the mirror, “What do you think is more my color? Red, green, or purple?”

“What does it matter? It’s not like you’ll actually be wearing this stuff. It always comes off before you can really flaunt it,” said Emma.

“I know, but still…”

Emma shook her head. The naivety was driving her crazy. She had kept her silence long enough. This had to come up sooner or later so it might as well be sooner.

“Jean, you do know the kind of work you’ll have to do to start off with Hellfire, right?” said Emma, “Because you’re giving me the impression that you’re not taking this seriously.”

“What are you talking about? Of course I’m taking this seriously,” said Jean, “Lord Xavier didn’t sugarcoat it. I know I’m going to have to work the clubs. I know I’m going to have to strip for horny rich men and even sleep with a few of them. But if that’s what I have to do, I’m willing to do it.”

“It’s not that simple, darling. Last week you were a virgin. Now you think you can dance naked on a stage and seduce men? And after growing up in the cozy, prude suburbs?”

“For your information, it wasn’t that cozy,” said Jean defensively, “My family went broke, my parents fought constantly over me, and I got kicked out of school!”

“Oh please, you call that tough? I’ll bet you don’t know the first thing about getting down and dirty.”

Jean cast Emma an annoyed look. This woman had some nerve thinking she knew everything about her just because of where she came from. Just because she wasn’t some tramp before she came in didn’t mean she was up to the task. But for the sake of not making a scene, Jean swallowed her anger and stood firm.

“Emma, I get that you think I’m beneath you. But don’t think for a minute you understand me! Just because I’m new to this doesn’t mean I can’t do it.”

“I’m not saying you can’t. I’m just not convinced you can handle it,” said Emma with a snide grin.

“I handled those Hellfire guards, didn’t I? They sure didn’t complain.”

“Those mindless drones don’t count. It takes a special breed to get a man to let down his defenses and throw himself at you. For some, it’s second nature. But for others…”

“You don’t think I have it do you?” said Jean, folding her arms assertively.

“Let’s just say it takes more than a few romps during a sex spell to convince me.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to show you myself,” said Jean, turning back to the mirror and posing with her lingerie, “I’ve already scheduled some surgery with Mr. Sinister. He’s going to make my breasts bigger, even my skin out, and do a little face work. After that, I’m going to begin working the midnight shift at the Hellfire Club. I’ll show you what a girl from the cozy suburbs of Annandale Hudson is capable of!”

Emma smirked at this girl’s enthusiasm. She was nothing if not determined. She never would have guessed after seeing what she saw during the sex spell that indoctrinated her and Scott. Maybe her first time opened her inner nymph or something. After all it was usually the quiet ones who had the hidden wild side. And if she was to be working with her, it would be interesting to say the least.

“I think I’ll get all three colors,” said Jean assertively, “And I’ll get that leather corset too! Maybe even those panties with the hole in them.”

“Easy darling,” grinned Emma, “Gotta walk before you can crawl, you know.”

“So says the woman who thinks I’m not ready,” scoffed Jean, “I can make it work. If nothing else, I’ll test some of this stuff out on Scott when we get back. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”

“I’m sure…”

Emma noticed her tone shift somewhat when she mentioned Scott. Watching as she posed in front of the mirror, she sensed her thoughts drifting towards the handsome boy who she lost her virginity too. It was a given that she’d feel some sort of kinship with him since they came in together. But it sounded like there was more to it than that.

“So…about Scott Summers,” said Emma.

“What about him?” asked Jean as she undressed.

“You two seemed to have hit it off since you got here. And I’m not just talking about your first time with him.”

“What can I say? He’s a great guy. He’s cute, his nice, he’s great to talk to…”

“Stop right there,” said Emma strongly, “Whatever you’re about to say, forget it immediately.”

Jean turned from the mirror and faced the older blonde with a curious look.

“What? What did I say?”

“Jean, you sound like you’re really attracted to him.”

“I am attracted to him. I had sex with him for crying out loud! What’s wrong with that?”

“Not that I blame you, but you don’t want to take it that far. The Hellfire Club is not the place for romantic interests. Trust me on this one.”

Jean looked at her curiously. Judging by the look on Emma’s face she had first hand experience with this. She was curious to probe deeper, but the older psychic shut her mind off and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Look, I’m sure Scott is a nice guy and all, but you’ll be throwing yourself at random men and he’ll have access to all the beautiful women he wants. Do you really expect anything to come of that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe…I mean it’s just sex, right?” said Jean.

“It’s not about the sex, Jean,” said Emma seriously, “It’s about conflict. Having bonds of any kind at Hellfire has the potential for conflict. One wrong move and you’ll pay a very high price. So don’t get too emotionally attached. Don’t even get to know the guy! It’s fine to fuck him every now and then, but just leave it at that. Got it?”

Jean was confused. Emma made it sound like the Hellfire Club had a strict no-romance policy. But Xavier never said anything about it. Even Selene didn’t discourage it and she laid out some pretty strict rules. Either this was unwritten or Emma was just really hung up about this. Whatever the reason, Jean wasn’t convinced. She pulled away from Emma and gathered her clothes.

“Sorry Emma, but I just can’t do that,” said Jean as she started getting dressed.

“Jean, don’t be stupid.”

“I’m serious! I see what you’re doing, but I can’t do it. I’m a thinking, feeling person. Maybe I do find Scott attractive. And maybe it is just infatuation, but if it turns out to be more I’m not going to fight it. What’s going to happen is going to happen.”

“And it may come back to haunt you,” warned Emma.

“A week ago that might have mattered to me. But Emma, if there’s one thing I’ve learned since I got here it’s that new experiences can be a wonderful thing. You should try it sometime. You may be surprised.”

“Ha! You think I’m not open to new experiences? Do you have any idea of the kind of things I’ve done at the club?”

“I’m not talking about that stuff,” smirked Jean, “I’m talking about getting to know the people around you. Lord Xavier told me that deep relationships are central to getting things done. You want to be cold and independent, go ahead. But I intend to make connections while I’m here. And some of those connections might be deeper than others.”

Emma fell silent. Jean wasn’t going to be intimidated. She wasn’t going to brush off the initial attraction she felt for Scott anymore than she was going to pass up any opportunity. Emma thought it was foolhardy. She had a very unpleasant experience with in-house relationships. She found that getting too close to anybody, even someone who ranked higher than her, was just asking for trouble.

But that was before Xavier really established his hold on the Inner Circle. A lot had changed since then. Jean sure seemed to embrace it even though she was just starting. But Emma was stubborn in her ways. She hadn’t tried anything new since the current power structure was in place. But what did that get her? She was still the top girl in the Hellfire’s top strip club and that had it’s perks, but what else was there? Maybe she should take a chance. But before she did, she would wait and see how it works for Jean.

Worthington Estate

“Don’t walk away from me, Warren! This conversation isn’t over yet!”

“It is for me,” said Warren Worthington III as he slammed the door shut on his room.

The booming voice of his father, Warren Worthington Jr., rang through the upper levels of the vast Worthington Estate. But even a house built by a billionaire wasn’t vast enough for young Warren. As far as he was concerned, this place was like a bird cage and for him that wasn’t an exaggeration. His whole life was cooped up inside these walls and the longer he stayed the more bitter he became.

It hadn’t always been like this. Years ago he was a typical spoiled rich kid attending private school upstate. It wasn’t the most enlightening experience, but it had its perks. Then one day he noticed something growing out of his shoulder blades. At first he thought it was bone, but they kept growing and before long he had a full set of wings sticking out from his back. Needless to say, he started sticking out in a crowd. His preppy peers started teasing him and he was officially labeled a freak. It was only years later he realized he was a mutant, born with wings and the ability to fly. And while flying was a hell of a feeling, his future was forever altered.

When he was young and naïve, he thought he could use his powers to help people. He remembered how when there was a fire at his dormitory, he borrowed some props from his school’s theater department and dressed up as a heavenly angel to rescue his friends. It was quite a thrill. It gave him such a rush he began playing hero more often, becoming an adventurer and calling himself the Avenging Angel. For a while it was good. He felt like he was making a difference. But then it all came crashing down.

At some point, people put two and two together and found out that the Avenging Angel was actually Warren Worthington III, heir apparent to the Worthington fortune. The press from this caused quite a stir in family circles and in the world of upper class society, the attention was highly unwelcome. In order to avoid scrutiny, the private school expelled him and his family tried to find another institute for him to get involved with. But none would take him so he became the Avenging Angel full time. It was at this point he came face to face with the growing mutant menace.

On his bed was a newspaper clipping his mother left for him from their last argument. It was a report out of Miami that showed him saving some Cuban refugees from drowning. But instead of being called a hero, the title read “Avenging Angel: Heavenly Savior or Mutant Hellspawn?”

“I hate the media,” he groaned as he took the newspaper and crumbled it up, “What more do they want from me?!”

Looking at himself in the mirror, Warren didn’t see the hero he thought he once was. He saw a freak trying to be a hero in a world that didn’t understand him. But what was he supposed to do? No school would take him, the public didn’t accept him, and even his own father wouldn’t have anything to do with him. So what was he supposed to do with his life? Just sit around a mansion and hide from the public? What kind of a life was that?

“My life officially sucks,” he mused, “I need to get some air.”

Tossing aside his Avenging Angel costume, Warren opened the large windows to his room and flew out into the mid-afternoon sky. Flying always helped clear his head. Maybe it would help him figure out what he was going to do with himself now that his hero days seemed numbered.

Just as he flew out, his mother Kathryn Worthington entered his room.

“Warren sweetie? Can we talk?”

But just as she opened his door, she saw him flying away outside. She hoped to catch him before he got to this point, but it was too late. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she sat on her son’s bed and pondered their situation. Their family was falling apart. Her husband and son couldn’t stop fighting. Warren was stuck in this house all day with nothing to do and nobody to interact with. She couldn’t blame him for wanting to get out, but not like this.

She only wanted what was best for her son. But opportunities for a young mutant like him were limited, even with their vast wealth. They had to find something for him. Otherwise they may lose him. She and her husband were already digging deep into their web of connections. But so far nothing had come up.

‘We’ll find something. We have to. There must be someplace out there for a mutant like Warren to thrive in. But where?’

Brotherhood of Mutants Lair

Erik Lensherr had been a busy man the last couple of months. He knew this time would come sooner or later, but it turned out to be sooner than expected. The conflict between humans and mutants was growing. Humans were becoming increasingly hostile and mutants were becoming increasingly marginalized. The seeds of conflict were being planted and the time for his rise was upon them.

As a survivor of the Holocaust, Erik knew all too well the capacity for human cruelty. He lost his parents because of it. He lost his wife and unborn daughter because of it. Now that cruelty was turning against their own evolution in the growing mutant race. It wasn’t right. As a mutant himself with the ability to control magnetism, he saw it as yet another injustice. Mutants were strong and humans were weak. Yet humans through fear and intolerance were oppressing his kind the same way the Nazi’s oppressed the Jews. And he wasn’t about to let history repeat itself.

Bearing a cape and his trademark helmet to protect him from psychics, Magneto made his way through the island cave complex that he and his Brotherhood called home. It wasn’t much, but it kept them off the radar from prying eyes. At the moment his team wasn’t very big, consisting of Mortimer “Toad” Toyenbe, Freddy “Blob” Dukes, John “Pyro” Allerdyce, Dominikos “Avalanche” Petrakis, Pietro “Quicksilver” Maximoff, and his twin sister Wanda “Scarlet Witch” Maximoff. But what they lacked in numbers they made up for with ambition. They planned on making a major move soon and if all went well, the battle lines between humans and mutants would be drawn.

“Father?” said Wanda, stopping him in mid stride.

“What is it, Wanda? I’m busy,” said the master of magnetism.

“I uh…I just wanted to let you know that Pietro and I returned from our trip to New York. We found those Morlock people living in the sewers you told us about.”

“And?”

Wanda held her head low.

“They refused to join us. The way they see it, if your plan fails they’re whole society would be in jeopardy.”

“Cowards,” he scoffed, “A chance to live above the humans who oppress them and they worry about holding onto their pathetic existence in the sewers.”

“I know. But they’re really defensive. Pietro and I tried to reason with them, but they said they would only join if you could prove your plan will unite other mutants.”

“If it’s proof they want they’ll get it soon enough. Our time will come. They’ll see…the whole world will see. Humanity had its chance. The future belongs to mutants.”

Wanda watched anxiously as her father made off into the depths of the cave. The closer they came to carrying out this big plan of his, the more worried she grew. He was so cold and calculating, not listening any kind of appeal. It made her wonder about her and Pietro’s decision to join him.

Even though she and her brother were biologically his, they weren’t raised by Magneto. In fact, they didn’t even know he was their father until much later in life. They were originally raised in the secret sanctuary of Mount Wundagore. It was there where the High Evolutionary took care of them until he placed them in the care of a gypsy named Django Maximoff. From there they lived frugal, solitary lives until the day a mob formed around them and Wanda was forced to use her mutant powers to defend herself. That event left Django dead and opened the door for Magneto to come back into their lives.

Now they were key members of the Brotherhood of Mutants, the future front for mutant liberation and supremacy. But even though Magneto was their father, Wanda had her doubts.

As she stood pondering her thoughts, Pietro approached her.

“So how’d he take it?” he asked her.

“Surprisingly well. He didn’t show a hint of concern that we’re still outnumbered and have no support for this scheme of his.”

“Typical,” scoffed the speedster, “I’m beginning to think that dear father suffers from a superiority complex.”

“Really? You’re just realizing that now?” said Wanda with a half grin.

“There’s believing your superior and then there’s flat out narcissism. Honestly, has there ever been anybody in father’s life that kept him down to Earth?”

“Obviously not. Do you still think we can pull this off?”

Pietro shook his head and sighed. While his father’s heart was in the right place, his arrogance was sickening. He respected the idea that mutants should take a stand, but Magneto was just too ambitious about it.

“I honestly don’t know sister. Let’s just hope father doesn’t get humbled because we really don’t have a backup plan.”

X-Industrial Tower (Formerly Shaw Industries)

Scott Summers followed his King and mentor through the elaborate tower that made up the bulk of Xavier’s vast private enterprise. Located in the heart of Manhattan, the building belonged to the former Black King of the Hellfire Club, Sebastian Shaw. But after his overthrow, Xavier seized it and the vast wealth along with it. While he ceded much of the day-to-day operations to loyal Hellfire subordinates, the tower also acted as a hub for Hellfire Club activities. It was here were Xavier could listen in and keep tabs on the world and the Hellfire Empire.

At the moment, they were touring the secret facilities where few ventured. This was where Scott and Jean would begin their training. Since they were mere teenagers and Sinister had just given Scott control of his abilities, there was much for him to learn. And the facilities that would help him were the most advanced in the world.

“Wow…so this is where I’ll be training,” mused Scott as he gazed out into the facility.

“Yes, you and Jean will come to know this area well. It is here where many Hellfire operatives learn their skills. Spies, mercenaries, hackers, you name it, they learn it here.”

“So which one will Jean and I train for? Spies? Mercenaries?”

“A little of everything,” grinned Xavier, “If you’re to aspire to the Inner Circle, you must be well-rounded in your skills. You must also learn to carry out orders without hesitation or question even if given the order to kill.”

That made Scott somewhat nervous. But he had already decided that he was not going to question what this man was giving him. If he wanted him to kill, so be it. His father was a soldier. He probably faced the same dilemma. This would be no different. If he was to do his part he would have to learn, but Xavier wasn’t going to rush him.

Standing in an observation deck, Scott looked out over the area. The facility was laid out like an arena of sorts, full of obstacles, drills, and live danger. Some of it was real and some of it took the form of holograms. He watched as uniformed guards dressed in Hellfire uniforms drilled in various exercises. It looked pretty intense, but he was confident he could manage.

“I’ll do what I have to, Lord Xavier,” vowed Scott.

“I know you will,” said the Black King, “Come…there’s one last area I want to show you.”

Scott nodded and followed the Black King to his private elevator. After everything he had seen thus far he wouldn’t be surprised by anything right about now. Charles Xavier had proved time and again that he could push the envelope. Everything from the technology at his disposal to the wealth of resources under his command was impressive. But he figured he saved the best for last.

When they got off the elevator, they entered an area almost entirely lined with metal. The walkways, walls, and doors all shined with stainless steel fixtures. There were numerous doors and paths, but they all converged at the end. It was here where Xavier’s crown jewel resided.

“What you’re about to see is the main hub of the Hellfire network,” said Xavier as he placed his face near the retinal scanner, “This is where I issue all my major commands. I call it Cerebrum.”

The heavy door opened and once again Scott was impressed. The whole room was like one big computer. Everywhere he looked, machines were humming with power. Dozens of monitors lined walls and consoles while wires ran in and out of vast arrays of advanced hardware. They didn’t converge on any one area, but one place in particular had the most monitors and the most wires. It was all very advanced, but these didn’t look like any ordinary computers. They seemed like something so much more.

“Amazing…so this is where everything comes together?”

“Much of it, yes,” said Charles, “But don’t think for a second that the Core contains all the information for running the Hellfire Club. That would be foolish.”

“Of…of course,” said Scott as he gazed around in awe.

“These machines are unique in that I can manipulate them using my telepathy. Every channel of communication, every bit of data, and every major network can be accessed with just a thought. If I want to instruct my media contacts to cover up a certain story, I can do that in less than a second. If I want to influence the politics of a particular region, I can do that too in less than a minute. If I want to manipulate the economy, it’s a simple matter of point and click. And if I want to get into the minds of every human being in the world, I can do that as well.”

“Every mind? That’s incredible!” exclaimed Scott, “Isn’t that draining?”

“It can be. But I’m used to it,” assured Xavier, “Here, let me show you.”

The Black King did a few demonstrations, using his thoughts to bring up images on the screen. He also showed how good he was at managing the workload by running multiple programs at once without breaking a sweat. He accessed top secret information from the three biggest militaries on the planet, showed a list of contacts that included kings and congressmen from every country, and a number of large corporations from which he could influence at the drop of a hat.

“Wow…I guess the old expression ‘having the world at your fingertips’ isn’t an exaggeration for you, sir.”

“You could say that,” said the Black King with a light-hearted grin, “I like to think that I’m using my power in the most efficient way possible. Sometimes you reach out and use it and sometimes it comes to you. Either way, I like to be ready. And so should you.”

“Oh believe me, my lord, I am. I’m ready to prove myself in the field!”

“You may soon get your chance, my boy,” said Xavier as he brought up an image of an emerging group known as the Brotherhood of Mutants, “This is only the beginning of a much larger plan.”

Suddenly, the Black King’s cell phone went off and he was forced to close the programs. Upon picking it up, he heard a familiar voice on the other end.

“Hello? Warren Worthington! It’s been too long. What can I do for you?”

Hellfire Manor – Jean’s Quarters

It had been an eventful week for Jean to say the least. She joined a super secret organization, she learned magic was real, she lost her virginity, and she got a new job. Earlier in the day, she went to Mr. Sinister for surgery and he sure worked miracles. Looking at herself now, she saw a whole new woman. Her skin was brighter, her breasts were larger and perfectly shaped, and any unsightly areas of fat or hair had been eliminated. She would have to hit the gym if she was to really fill out, but she could safely say she never felt sexier.

The procedure also involved special precautions as well. She had already been on birth control pills before she arrived, but it was for health reasons. Now that she was here and going to be having a lot more sex, they insisted on something more effective. So during her surgery, he also gave her a special implant just above her thighs that acted as long-term birth control. It basically kept her from ovulating and would do so for about a year before needing to be replaced. It was pretty high tech, but necessary if she was to be a sex worker. She also got a special treatment to inoculate her from sexually transmitted diseases. It was a little something Sinister concocted at Xavier’s request and every girl had it because nobody would pay money to be with a girl who was diseased. It gave Jean more peace of mind and freedom to do as she pleased in enjoying her sexuality.

In addition to her body, Jean also got some training with her mind. Xavier already had a few sessions with her, teaching her to focus her mind and channel her abilities. He also put some blocks on her so she would be better able to control herself. He assured her that over time she wouldn’t need those blocks, but for now her abilities were a work in progress. And for the first time in her life Jean felt as though she could manage her powers. But she didn’t just want to manage them, she wanted to improve them.

She was in much better shape than she was the day she left home. Soon her whole family would be as well. Since her arrival she stayed in close contact with her parents. Of course she couldn’t tell them much. They would probably freak out if they knew. So she fed them a believable story. She said Charles Xavier was a businessman who was looking to employ and develop young mutants to help him in his various enterprises. So in exchange for her services as a ‘special mutant assistant’ as he called, he would give her an education and a well-paying job. He even gave her a bonus which she gave to her parents so they could pay off some major debts. That definitely helped set their minds at ease. There would be plenty more to come, but as far as they were concerned it was just a job. The less they knew about what she did the better.

Now in her room, Jean posed in front of the mirror with some of the new attire she and Emma brought home from the mall. She was wearing one of her favorite outfits, a red bustier with a matching thong with black stockings and gloves that had matching embroiders of hearts on them. It looked great on her before, but with the enhancements from her surgery she was floored. This was what she planned to wear her first night at the club with Emma. It was still a little intimidating knowing she was going to be stripping for wealthy men of all kinds, but if that’s what she had to do in order to establish herself at the Hellfire Club so be it.

‘You are so ready, girl!’

“Wow…if that’s what you’re wearing to the club they aren’t charging enough at the front door.”

Jean turned to see Scott standing in the doorway and smiled. He was wearing that tight fitting Hellfire uniform that brought out so much of his manly features. And now that she could see his eyes he had even more allure.

“Glad you like it. I think red and black are so my color.”

“I agree. And that’s saying something for someone who was colorblind up until recently.”

Scott closed the door behind him and approached the girl who had captivated him so since they first met. They hadn’t known each other long, but their lives were already deeply entwined.

“You really are beautiful,” said Scott in a tender tone.

“Oh you’re sweet,” said Jean, blushing under his gaze, “But I can’t take all the credit. Sinister did a heck of a job filling me out so to speak. I never thought I could have breasts like this!”

“I agree. The man does good work,” he said, admiring her womanly form, “So you’re starting at the club and I’m starting training. The way Xavier and Selene are pushing me, I’ll start leading Hellfire troops into battle within a few months.”

“That’s quite a step. But I’m sure you’ll do fine. You always did strike me as a man who could get things done.”

“I could say the same for you…only in a slightly different context.”

Jean grinned as Scott flashed a manly look. Just being close to him made her feel hot inside. And in her current attire that wasn’t easy to hide. But she wasn’t shy about it. Neither of them were. Having already seen each other in the nude and felt each other in every intimate way, they were beyond that.

“You know, with everything that’s been going on we haven’t had a chance to talk much,” said Scott, his tone becoming more serious, “And there’s something important I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

“Really? What’s that, handsome?”

Scott slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his warmth. His touch further roused her passions, intoxicating her with his aura.

“Before I came here, I didn’t think I had a future. My life was on the fast track to nowhere and now here I am with you actually becoming a part of something and having access to everything I’ve ever been denied. We came into this together, Jean. And I just want you to know that it means a lot to me…you helping me through this.”

“Oh Scott…you know how to make a girl feel special,” said Jean, smiling warmly, “But you helped me too, you know? I don’t think I ever could have done this alone.”

To further show her gratitude, she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Scott readily returned her gesture, tasting her sweet lips with his. Her scantily clad body pressed up against his. He actually felt her lean into him as if she was trying to seduce him. He didn’t mind, but it was definitely a far cry from who they were when they first met.

It was amazing how much Hellfire had changed them already. Gone were the shy, insecure teenagers who held back who and what they were. They were products of the Hellfire Club now. They were through being the outcasts the world had made them. Here they embraced their every whim and desire.

“Mmm…feel like giving my new body a test drive?”

“I’d be honored,” grinned Scott huskily, “I’ve been waiting for a chance to have sex with you again.”

“Then stop talking and start stripping, Summers!”

Jean couldn’t believe words like that came out of her mouth. But she was beyond caring at this point. This was the new Jean Grey and she liked it.

They started kissing more passionately, their tongues wrestling while their hands hungrily roamed each others’ bodies. Jean grabbed the hem of his uniform from behind and pulled it off over his head. Once exposed, she attacked his upper body with her hands while he went for her lingerie, lifting it up to reveal her newly formed breasts. He marveled at them while she removed the piece. They were big before, but now they were rounder and fuller. He took each fleshy orb in his hand, giving them a firm squeeze and evoking a soft gasp from Jean.

Flushed with growing arousal, Jean jumped the shirtless Scott and he guided them to her bed. They fell atop the plush sheets, kissing and touching each other with fervent desire. Their flesh felt so warm to the touch and after the first time their need for intimacy grew incredibly. Jean closed her eyes and moaned as Scott kissed down her neck and over her cleavage. She purred as he suckled her nipple, making them hard and stiff. She could already feel his erection pressing up against her inner thighs. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

While he teased her with his lips, she removed the matching gloves to her outfit and slipped her arms around his neck. She then drew him up into a sitting position where he continued teasing her breasts. But he soon ceded to Jean’s teasing as he felt her kiss down his upper body and work her way to his pants, which by now had become painfully uncomfortable.

“Let’s get these off,” she said seductively.

Scott lifted his hips and helped her removed his pants. It was a bit hard at first because of his bulging erection, but once freed she swiftly got them off shoes, socks, and all. Now fully naked, Jean gazed lustfully at his manly form. Scott reached for her breasts again, but instead she lowered herself down to his bulging dick and took it in her hand. He quickly realized what she had in mind.

“I’ve been meaning to try this,” she told him, “Emma said it’ll come in handy.”

“I’m sure it will,” grinned Scott as he leaned back in anticipation.

She gave his member a few strokes, really getting him hard. She was a big nervous since she never did this before, but Emma told her it was real easy. Guys loved oral sex and all she had to do was find a rhythm and go with it. And since Scott was her first sexual experience it was only fitting that he would be her first blowjob.

She started by licking the tip, evoking a soft moan from Scott. Then she licked around the head and base, holding onto the throbbing shaft and stroking it as she worked it. She liked the response she was getting and followed her lustful instincts further. Parting her long red hair behind her ear, she took as much of his length into her mouth. This really got Scott going. He gasped at the feeling, closing his eyes and enjoying the slithery sensations of her tongue around his member. She went slowly at first, but soon found herself bobbing up and down his ridged length. It really got him aroused. She could sense his want for her projecting through his mind. It was making her horny too. Wetness seeped down her inner thighs through her thong. Her legs rubbed together as the feeling intensified.

“Ohhhhhhh fuck you’re good at this, Jean!” moaned Scott.

“Guess I’m a natural,” she grinned.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted more and so did Scott. After giving his member one last lick, she rose up and kissed him again. Now burning with arousal, Scott pinned her on her back and kissed down her core. He rose her legs into the air and sensually removed the stockings, trailing his lips along the newly exposed flesh along the way. Then he grabbed the sides of her thong and pulled it off, revealing her throbbing wet pussy. He smiled at how she trimmed it up a bit since their last encounter. Now the crown of hair over her folds was a neatly trimmed streak leading down to her clit. Her body cried out for sex and he was more than happy to give it to her.

“Do me, Scott. I want you,” said Jean, her tone brimming with lust.

“I want you too. I can’t tell you how much I want you.”

Scott pushed her thighs apart and leaned over her, his manly form pressing against womanly flesh. Jean grabbed onto his shoulders, holding on as he guided his cock into her pussy. Unlike the first time, it didn’t hurt as much. Once he was all the way in he began working up a rhythm, withdrawing slightly and slamming it back in. His throbbing member slithered into her depths, filling her in all the right ways. It felt every bit as good as the first time only now there was no daze or spell. This was just raw, lustful passion.

“Uh-uh-uh-uh-Scott-uh-oh Scott-ah-ah-ohhhhhhhhhhh fuck!” moaned Jean.

“Uh-uh-uh-Jean-uh-oh you’re so tight-oh God-ah-ah-ohhhhhhhhh!” grunted Scott as he hammered away at her pussy.

The bed rocked to the heated rhythm of their bodies. Jean’s nails raked over Scott’s back as she felt his manly flesh grind against hers. A week ago they were both virgins and now they were in bed together going at it like sex crazed animals. They kissed, touched, and humped with passion, working up a good sweat and really getting into it.

After going at it in a steady rhythm for a while, Scott stepped up the pace and drove them towards their respective orgasms. Jean’s moans intensified and so did her grip. Her nails dug into his skin as he pushed her towards her peak. When her climax hit her body arched and her pussy throbbed around his member, releasing waves of pleasure through her core. She made sure she projected them to Scott as well, which helped send him over the edge too. With a few more thrusts, he shot his load of cum inside her and let out a deep moan of contentment as he fell to her side.

“Wow…oh man that was good!” said Scott breathlessly, “I see Emma taught you that mind trick.”

“Mmhmm,” purred Jean softly, “I may not be as…skilled with it as she is. But I’ll learn.”

“I know you will.”

They shared a warm smile and started making out again. Their lust had yet to be fulfilled. They still craved each other. Rolling around on the bed, they kissed passionately and traced their way over each others’ naked skin. Soon they were ready for another round. Where normal people would have needed rest in between orgasms, they could keep going. Such was the benefit of Hellfire magic. The initial spell that led them to their first experience had lasting effects, but Scott and Jean didn’t mind in the slightest.

“Mind if I’m on top this time?” asked Jean.

“Not at all beautiful.”

Grinning seductively, Jean rolled over and pinned Scott on his back. She had the look of a kinky sex kitten as she gazed lustfully into his eyes. He watched in awe as she rose up and straddled his pelvis, grabbing hold of his cock and guiding back into her wet depths.

“Mmm…oh yeah! Oh that feels good!” she moaned playfully.

With her hands on Scott’s chest, she began bouncing along his ridged cock. Her hips plunged up and down his length, filling her wet insides and stimulating her deepest recesses. Her head swayed from side to side as she worked up to the same rhythm Scott had established earlier. Only she mixed it up a bit, enjoying the new control she had over the feeling. Scott could only hold on, reaching up and fondling her breasts as she rode him. He thrust his hips upward slightly every time she plunged down onto him, but he let her do most of the work.

It was intoxicating, exhilarating, and blissful. Hellfire had only given them a taste for sex with the first time. Now they craved it with a passion. It felt so good and filled them with such pleasure. Scott and Jean could never see themselves going back. They relished this feeling and planned on enjoying it as much as possible. This was part of the Hellfire lifestyle and they loved it.

After riding him long and hard, Jean felt another orgasm coming strong. Scott was close too and rose up to kiss her neck and breasts. He maintained a firm grip on her hips as she rode him, moaning with her as the pleasure consumed them. This time he climaxed first, holding her tightly in his arms as ecstasy filled him. Jean slowed her movements and reached her climax as well, sharing with him a cry of euphoria that capped off an amazing experience.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH JEAN!”

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SCOTT!”

When all was said and done, they collapsed breathlessly onto the bed. Jean cuddled up onto his chest, listening to his heart beat as they took in this feeling.

“It’s official. I love sex!” said Jean with a content sigh.

“Me too,” said Scott, his arm still draped around her waist.

“Guess we’ll be getting a lot of it from now on.”

“Guess so…and I wouldn’t mind setting aside a few nights like this for just the two of us.”

Jean rose up and smiled. Even though her job would involve throwing herself at a lot of men and Scott would be available to an army of attractive women, there was still something special about the way they had sex. Maybe it was because they shared their first time together. Maybe there was something more as Emma had suggested. But whatever it was, it couldn’t hurt to enjoy it.

“I’d like that. Besides, isn’t the Hellfire Club all about embracing opportunities and enjoying the greater pleasures in life?”

“Yep!” grinned Scott, “That and embracing your dark side. But I think we all need to embrace our dark side to some extent.”

“Mmm…that we do,” said Jean with a playful smile, “And I have a feeling we’ll have plenty of chances for that and everything in between.”

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Up next: More new members join and Xavier gets in touch with an old friend.

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