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Kitty Pryde, Pawn of Hellfire
Chapter 3
Kitty stirred at first light. She slowly came to her senses, arms and legs akimbo across the expanse of her bed. The covers were gone, crumpled on the floor somewhere, but she didn’t feel cold. Instead her probing hand searched for her companion but found none.
“What a dream,” Kitty said as she tried to find the covers.
“Oh,” came a voice from somewhere in the gloom, “what was it about?”
Kitty forced her eyes open to see Ororo stretching in the blue predawn light. She smiled at her young friend as she flexed the tension from her limbs.
“Oh cripes,” Kitty said as she pulled a pillow onto her face, “I’m a lesbian now.”
Ororo laughed. It was a joyful noise like wind chimes in a gentle breeze. “That is a big decision for so early in the morning. Are you sure you’re ready for that leap?”
“Leap?” Kitty said, “I think I dove right in.”
Again the exotic beauty laughed, “Oh Kitten, you worry too much. Don’t label yourself as ‘straight’ or ‘lesbian’. We shared a wonderful night together.” She sat on the edge of the bed, running an appreciative hand from Kitty’s shoulder to hip. It tickled her, but she needed to lighten the mood. “I don’t see a ‘lesbian’ here. I see a beautiful, passionate young woman that I was proud to experience an evening with; and prouder still to call ‘friend’.”
Kitty blushed from head-to-toe. She removed the pillow from her face and let Ororo see her uneasy smile. “How do you always know what to say?”
Ororo shrugged. “It is a gift from the Goddess. Like last night was my gift to you.”
Kitty sat up, finding soreness in unaccustomed places. “Ooo, that smarts.” She tried to rub the tiredness out of her jaw.
Ororo went to the window, gazing out at the first rays of light reflecting off the skyscrapers of New York.
Kitty laid back down in an attempt to collect herself. “How are you not tired? I’m exhausted.”
Again Ororo shrugged. “I can never sleep past dawn. But that’s OK. No matter how little sleep I get I always feel refreshed at dawn.”
Seeing she would have to take action Ororo grabbed Kitty by the ankles and swung them over the edge of the bed. “Come now, Kitten. Your lessons will begin in a little while. Let’s get you dressed and get you some breakfast. Come.”
“I did come. Like, five times last night.”
“I know. It was quite impressive for your first time.” Ororo took her by the wrists and pulled her to her feet. Instead of standing Kitty fell forward into Ororo’s arms. She laughed as they hugged. “But there is much to do. I have an event to plan for next week and you have your studies.”
“I don’t want to go to school today,” Kitty complained. “Can’t I call out ‘gay’?”
“Enough!” Ororo chastised with an open-handed smack to Kitty’s bare bottom. Kitty went erect from the shock of the unexpected blow. Ororo retrieved her robe from the floor. “We both have duties to perform. As much as I enjoy playing with you, there are things we need to attend to. Get dressed and let’s go to breakfast. I’ll have the servants come and change your bedding. Silk will be nice.”
“Silk?” Kitty didn’t understand. She was still rubbing the pain from that whack on the bum.
“Yes, silk feels nice on the bare skin. I enjoy it and I think you will too.”
Kitty couldn’t hide the question on her face. “I thought this was kind of a one-time thing, ‘Ro. I didn’t-“
“Stop,” Ororo tied on her robe as she dismissed any protest. “I told you last night, I will train you in how to love a woman. I did not say your training was complete. Now I am very busy between my regular duties, posing for the portrait and planning this party, I will come to you when I can.” Ororo got very close, “So sleep naked. Enjoy the feeling of silk on your skin and…” Ororo’s hand went to the prickly patch of hair around Kitty’s sex. “…let’s have this shaved. You look so young and innocent. I want to feel nothing but skin.”
Ororo went to the door, gave Kitty a glancing smile over her shoulder and disappeared into the hallway.
Kitty stood there for a full minute. Rubbing the sore on her bottom and wondering exactly what had just happened. Ororo was very sweet, but stern when she tried to disagree. Perhaps that was what she was trying to teach her? While she enjoyed making love last night she didn’t expect it to turn into a regular thing. Now apparently it was, and she couldn’t say that she found that thought terrible. In fact she wasn’t sure if it was the spank or the stern manner that Ororo had dealt her with, but she found herself a little bit excited. Just a little bit, barely enough to notice.
Kitty cupped her hand a few inches away from her face. She blew a few short breaths into it and sniffed. “I have vagina breath.”
A thorough mouth cleansing, shower and nerve-racking shave later and Kitty joined the others at the breakfast table.
“There is our bright young student,” Xavier greeted her with uncharacteristic vigor. “I hope you are well rested.”
Kitty sat down at her place, glancing at the others around the table. Everyone was smiling except for Logan, who for all she knew was incapable of the act, but even he had a certain look of pride. All eyes were on her and all she could do was shift uncomfortably in her seat. Her freshly shaven sex seemed to react to the slightest movement of air, even through her clothes.
“I…” Kitty stalled, “…I’m not sure what you mean Professor.”
Xavier was slightly taken back, but he hadn’t lost his smile. “Ororo has been telling us about last evening. I’m glad to see that you are ready for more serious training.”
Kitty thought she was going to die of embarrassment.
Ororo looked up and smiled. “Yes Kitten, we are all very proud of you. It is a big step you’ve chosen to take.”
Kitty glanced around the room looking for help and found none. “I…”
“It’s all right Katherine,” Peter said, “we told them. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s art.”
“Oh, our conversation in the library! I’m sorry. I was thinking of something else,” Kitty let out a sigh of relief. “Yes I think I’m done playing around in the city at night. I want to knuckle down and start learning what I came here to learn.”
“Very good,” Xavier agreed. “You are a very mature young woman, Kitty. You made the right decision.” his face became very serious, “But know this; from here on out, everything is a test.” His eyes seemed to bore through her, “everything.”
A servant refilled Jean Grey’s wineglass, her leather outfit straining as she shifted in her chair, “So what else Katherine?”
Kitty blinked. It was bad enough that Jean was having red wine with every meal, but did she have to wear that painful-looking outfit everywhere? “I don’t understand.”
“Oh,” Jean sipped her wine and played with her meal with a silver fork, “You said you were “thinking of something else”, right as we were congratulating you on your mature behavior. Leaving youthful fun behind is a serious decision. I was wondering what else could be distracting you at that moment.”
Kitty’s blood ran cold. She could feel a draft from somewhere, wafting up her skirt and through the delicate fabric of her panties. She squirmed.
“Kitten,” Ororo asked, “are you alright?”
“I…” she stalled, but Xavier’s words echoed in her head;
“from here on out, everything is a test.” Kitty looked to Ororo and she thought she saw the slightest of nods.
Kitty turned red, swallowed dryly and blurted out, “I had gay sex with Ororo last night.”
The meal came to an abrupt halt. Kitty quickly shoved half a bagel in her mouth and looked down at the table. The silence was terrifying, the coolness between her legs an accusation. Her collar seemed to constrict around her throat. Tears of embarrassment welled in the corners of her eyes. Somehow she’d found the driest bagel in New York to use as a gag.
The sound of a slow clap broke the silence. One pair of hands became two. A moment later and the entire table applauded. Kitty looked up. The expressions on their faces were not mocking, not sarcastic in the slightest.
“I told you she was ready.” Ororo said with a radiant smile on her face.
Kitty swallowed enough of her bagel to speak out the corner of her mouth. “I’m not in trouble?”
“Trouble?” Xavier laughed. “Katherine you are to be congratulated! You’ve come so far so fast.”
Logan nodded at her. “The only way you could have gotten in trouble was if you tried to hide a secret from us, which would be dumb. Two of the most powerful telepaths in the world, I can still smell your scent on each other despite the soap, and Peter was in the room to see the chemistry between you. It would’ve been immature to hide it, but that is what children do. Instead you ‘fessed up. You’ve proven your maturity, loyalty and honesty. I think you’re ready enough to start your real training.”
“But,” Kitty tried to swallow the rest, “I had sex with one of my teachers.”
“So?” Xavier dismissed the notion with a wave. “Katherine, in Ancient Greece same-sex relations was encouraged between a student and mentor. It formed a closer bond and dismissed any sexual tension between the two. It is a holdover of the puritanical roots of American society, and a useless one at that. Greece ruled the world much longer than America has been around. Within the Inner Circle there can be no secrets. We must form sacred bonds of trust. You proved your courage in doing the act and your honesty in not trying to hide it.” Xavier wheeled himself around the table and put a fatherly arm over Kitty’s shoulders. “You are an amazing young woman, Katherine. Study hard, learn from your trainers and soon you will be a force to be reckoned with.”
Kitty swallowed the last of the pulpy mash in her mouth. “I find it hard to believe I’m being congratulated for something that would get me expelled from school.”
Xavier patted her on the back and returned to his place at the head of the table, “Stop thinking in pre-mutant terms. We’re building a more compassionate society, remember?”
“That’s how our society works; the more dedicated you are to us, the more dedicated we are to you.” Logan said.
Xavier was still beaming. “I think it is time for a council of the Inner Circle tonight, 8p.m., everyone be there in your full Hellfire regalia. It’s time for Ms. Pryde to take the next step.”
Kitty smiled in disbelief. “I thought I was in so much trouble…”
“Oh?” Jean chimed in, “You are. Your training is far from over. You’ve started off well, but sooner or later you will stumble.” Jean finished her wine, rose from her seat, and revealed the coiled bullwhip that had been sitting in her lap. She smiled evilly as she left, “sooner or later, my pawn. Sooner or later.”
Kitty looked to Peter, “She’s just trying to scare me, right?”
“I would be scared.”
It was a tough day. She was tired to begin with and she couldn’t be more disinterested in her lessons. Her mind kept wandering to last night with Ororo, the way she looked at her as she sat on her pedestal. It seemed the taste of her was still on her lips. Last night was amazing, but this morning was different. From the coolness of her shaven sex to the evil smile on Jean’s lips, in just a single day so much had changed.
But that evening after dinner, Kitty found she was nervous again. In the first council she had taken the collar; she’d given up her former life and become a Pawn of Hellfire. She had no idea what this council was about. While breakfast had been a congratulatory affair, none of the other meals of the day had the same spirit. Nary another word was mentioned about what she’d accomplished. She was under no illusion that the meeting tonight would be as well. All that she knew for sure was Xavier’s words, that everything was a test.
Which was what was bothered her now. Xavier had said they were meeting at 8pm. He’d instructed them to wear their ‘Hellfire regalia’, but she wasn’t sure what that meant. Sure, she had bought plenty of expensive things on her shopping sprees, but none of that qualified as ‘regalia’. Her palms were starting to sweat again.
As the clock turned to 7:45 she quickly made her way to Ororo’s door. With a sweaty little fist she knocked. “Enter,” came the familiar voice from inside.
Kitty opened the door and stepped in. She had never seen Ororo’s room before and her eyes went wide with amazement. She had a huge collection of tropical plants; clearly many were from her native Africa. Adorning her walls were spears and shields from the savanna peoples. Beyond that was an antique four post bed, made of a dark wood she could not identify. She ran an admiring hand over its polished, twisted shape.
“Baobob,” said the voice from the other side of the plants. “It’s a wood from a gigantic tree that when fired becomes as hard as iron.”
Ororo stepped out from her hiding place, a vanity hiding behind the leafy green wall. Ororo was stunning. She wore a bustier of white leather, with many snaps and buckles like Jean’s. Thigh-high leather boots, v-cut panties and luxuriously long opera gloves, all made of the same white leather. She wore a white lace choker around her neck, an obnoxiously huge diamond as its centerpiece. The diamond earrings twinkled in the light and played off her neck. Her hair was teased up in an arrangement she could not have done herself. Lying on the bed was an ermine and samite cloak, the last bit of her ensemble.
Her high-heeled boots clicked as she approached. “Tell me Kitten; are you ready for the council meeting?”
Kitty was staring at the stunning beauty and blinked herself back to the present. “I don’t think so ‘Ro. I don’t have a get-up like that or the fancy clothes that Logan and Peter wear. The Professor said everything was a test, and I don’t know the answer.”
Ororo took her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye. “If everything is a test it would be wrong for me to give you the answers. All I can tell you is this; even if you bought a ‘get-up’ like this you couldn’t wear it. Something like this must be earned.”
Ororo bent over and picked up her cloak, showing Kitty how far that white leather thong could ride up her shapely ass. She drew the cloak around her shoulders as she headed for the door. “I’ll see you at council. Remember to refer to everyone by their proper title. We have less than ten minutes.”
Nine of those minutes passed as the other members of the Inner Circle entered the meeting chamber. They took their seats at the long table, behind the banner that signified their rank. Each had a crystal Champaign flute at their place, but there were no servants to fill them. The staff knew it was forbidden for them to enter the council chamber when the door was closed.
Xavier was in his fine white suit, the regency era frills, ruffles, and gold filigree were a splendid sight. Logan’s and Peter’s were of a heavy black material, designed much like Xavier’s with silver threadwork instead of gold. Ororo and Jean had their tight leathers, the white-skinned in black and the black-skinned in white. They made it a point to tell each other how lovely they looked.
When pleasantries were done Jean Grey glanced at the antique Swiss clock on the wall. “I seems your prized pupil is late, Charles. Perhaps we’ve been too lenient on her-“
“She still has thirty seconds.”
“Thirty seconds or thirty years,” Jean hissed, “what difference does it make? The girl needs discipline-“
Her words were cut off by a soft knock at the door.
Jean lifted an eyebrow. Xavier grinned. “Enter.”
All eyes were on the ornate wooden door as it creaked open a little. With head down Kitty Pryde quietly stepped inside. The air went out of the room. Her bare feet made quiet pats on the floor as she closed the door behind her and turned to face the council.
She could feel their eyes on her. She blushed from head-to-toe, a metabolic reaction she could not control. First her face reddened, then her neck, over the tight muscles of her arms and chest, down her butterfly-filled belly and the athletic muscles of her legs. Her small breasts trembled slightly with each shuddering breath. Her nipples hardened in response to the coolness of the air. Her newly shorn sex tingled at the unfamiliar sensation of being exposed. The only stitch she wore was the black-leather slave collar around her throat.
Sweaty fists at her sides, Kitty Pryde meekly spoke. “I’m not late, am I?”
The golden clock began to toll eight times. “No Pawn,” Xavier said through his grin, “you’re right on time.”
This put her at ease a little. She ventured a look up and saw the men in their expensive antique suits, saw the women in their tight leather costumes. She couldn’t bear to look at Peter, but the rest of them she could almost face. Her eyes lingered on Ororo and the pleased expression on her face.
Kitty gave a weak smile. “Did I pass the test?”
“Are you naked?” Jean asked.
Her demeanor made Kitty nervous, but she knew it was best to answer. “No. I’m wearing my collar.”
“Why?” the queen asked smugly.
Kitty swallowed. “This morning the King said we would have council at eight, that we should wear our full Hellfire regalia. The collar is the only piece of regalia I have earned.”
Xavier nodded his acceptance but Jean pressed, “So are you naked?”
Kitty rolled the question over in her mind, thinking about everything she’d learned over the past few months. “No,” she said finally.
“Elaborate.” The Black Queen insisted.
“I’m not naked. Naked is a state of defenselessness, of vulnerability. I am nude, well mostly nude, but I’m certainly not defenseless. Our Bishop taught me that.” She flashed a smile to her mentor and it was returned. This gave Kitty the boost of confidence she needed to continue. “I chose to wear nothing but the collar because it’s the only thing I’ve earned. The rest of it, the expensive clothes, all the jewelry, and the designer dresses I haven’t earned. Those things have no real value, and if we are to be honest within the Inner Circle, then this is all I deserve to wear.”
Kitty waited with bated breath, fidgeting where she stood. She didn’t know if that was the right answer, but it was the best one she had.
Xavier’s expression was one of unadulterated pride. “Your answer is correct, Pawn. This was my test to give. And you passed with flying colors.”
Kitty blushed again, but this time in relief. “Thank you my King.”
“Pour the drinks Pawn and let’s start the council,” Jean Grey said impatiently. “We have much to discuss and little time to do it in. We’ll deal with ceremony at the end of the meeting. Just keep our glasses full and keep silent.”
