New Blood

New Blood
Chapter 4: Connections

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Berlin, Germany – One Year Ago

It was a dark, windy night in the heart of Berlin. The usual vibrant city nightlife was at a standstill as people avoided the sidewalks and stayed indoors until the weather cleared. It was hardly atypical this time of year, but there was something about tonight that was more menacing than usual. It was as if something or someone was guiding the wind, making it blow harder and faster through the streets. Mother Nature was showing her true fury, but tonight she had help.

In one of the many downtown high rises, a lone figure sat in a darkened office casually typing on a computer. She was a tall African woman with white hair, blue eyes, and a well-developed womanly frame. But she wasn’t an employee of this well-regarded company, nor was she a tourist. She was Ororo Munroe, better known to the rest of the criminal world as Storm, a master thief and saboteur. Her services didn’t come cheap, but she got the job done. And tonight she was working for her favorite client, Charles Xavier.

It was a deceptively simple job: ruin a rival company. Fenris Corporation had been a thorn in Xavier’s side for months now. It had been standing in the way him and his various business associates’ expansion plans. The European market was ripe with consumers and corrupt governments. It was a major hub Xavier would need if he was to expand his power base and it just so happened their corporate headquarters was vulnerable. It was the perfect job for Ororo and her ‘unique’ skills.

“These systems are a joke,” she mused, “I can’t believe a multi-billion dollar company would lax on something as basic as computer security. I mean who in the right mind would use their phone number as their password?”

Everything was there. There were bank statements, stock information, and personal emails. It turns out Xavier’s hunch was right and these people were cheating their shareholders. There was enough dirt in the email alone to put this company out of business. But that wasn’t enough. Xavier also wanted access codes to their banking service so he could ransack their funds, leaving them unable to cover their tracks. It required her to do a little hacking, but with the help of some black market computer software it was just a matter of having a good diversion.

This is where her mutant powers really came in handy. She had the power to manipulate the weather, creating storms, winds, rain, snow, or a mix of everything. She, in essence, was Mother Nature. But she never would have been able to master this power had Charles Xavier not taken pity on her and taught her how to use her skills. Once a lowly pickpocket, she became a big name in the criminal underworld and had friends in very high places. The perks she got were too great for words.

“Another day another ruined company,” she grinned, “Not bad for my first trip to Berlin.”

Once the data was done downloading into her flash drive, she pocketed her prize and went in for the kill.

“Now for the grand finale!”

She typed feverishly on the keypad, inputting a few key commands. Then she hit enter and the real fun began.

Warning. Virus detected. Network compromised. Initiate lockdown sequence in 3…

But that was as far as it got. The virus kicked in and the whole screen went blank. Then an image of bright red fires filled the screen, the trademark of a Hellfire job. It let certain people know who they were messing with and made them more willing to play along. Hopefully Fenris would take a hint now that all their data was hers.

“Time to make my exit.”

Getting up from the desk, she made her way towards the exit. She just had to get to the roof and she would be home free. She barely took three steps when the door suddenly burst in and three armed men bearing special uniforms came storming in. No doubt they were Fenris’s private security force, which was much more formidable than typical security guards. But they weren’t formidable enough for her.

“Freeze! Stay right where you are!” demanded one of the men, pointing an automatic weapon right at the young woman.

“Very well…but you’ll be sorry,” she replied mischievously.

“One more word, bitch, and I’ll fill you full of lead!” yelled another.

Storm frowned. Apparently these private security guys weren’t too big on manners.

“Just for that, I’ll whip up something extra!”

Her eyes turned white and she summoned forth a storm of epic proportions. The guards didn’t know what hit them as a wall of wind knocked them off their feet and sent them flying back through the door, slamming into a wall at speeds where average bones didn’t stand a chance. For good measure, she threw in a blistering shot of cold as well, effectively dissuading further resistance.

“Maybe next time you’ll show some manners,” teased Ororo as she walked by.

Pained groans filled the halls as she casually ascended the stairs, but the weather wielding thief ignored them. The silent alarm had probably gone off and backup was on its way. But it wouldn’t do them any good. She wasn’t going through the front door anyways.

Once she reached the roof, she was met with the sharp gusts of the night winds. But around her, they lessened to a gentle breeze. She walked up to the edge of the roof and looked down to see police cars already gathering. No doubt they would try and secure the building, but the damage had been done. The wind storm she kicked up had worked perfectly. Not a trace of her deeds would be left for scrutiny.

“What a night for a break in,” she sighed, “Sucks to be them.”

Summoning a vortex of wind around her, Ororo was lifted into the air and flown away on a jet stream of wind. She was too high for anybody to see and too fast for anybody to catch. The busy streets of Berlin zoomed past her. It was quite a view and one she always enjoyed from high above. It was one of the many perks of her powers. It was kind of ironic too because when she first discovered them, she thought it was a curse. But once Charles Xavier showed her what she was capable of, she grew to love them. Without them she would have just been Ororo, a no-name pickpocket with no family and no future. But she was Storm, the goddess of the weather. And nobody dared stand in her way.

She flew a good forty miles from the building. In her experience there could never be enough distance between a job and an escape point. That way if anybody ever asked questions, she could just put herself a safe distance away. It was the perfect way to create an alibi. She also had a ride waiting for her. Xavier personally arranged for someone to pick her up and get her out of the country. He always had nice ways of rewarding loyalty. It saved her the trouble of planning her own escapes.

“Too bad I won’t get a taste of the Berlin nightlife,” she said to herself, “Oh well, maybe another time.”

She hovered in mid-air briefly so she could locate her ride. Xavier told her someone would be there to pick her up at a street corner near a hotel in a black limo. She scanned the area carefully until she located the area and flew down towards a street alley where she discretely landed and walked up the corner. She didn’t have to wait long for the limo to pull up to her. Once near the door, the window rolled down and a woman with black hair, ruby red lipstick, and sunglasses greeted her.

“Nice weather we’re having,” she commented.

“Indeed. A real storm front,” grinned Ororo.

The woman smiled. She said the proper codeword. It wasn’t exactly necessary, but it was one of those formalities of the high end thieving world.

“So how’d you make out?” asked the woman.

“Same as always,” said Ororo with a mock sigh, “So are you going to let me in or what, Raven?”

Raven Darkholme smiled and opened the door, allowing her friend and former pupil into the luxurious vehicle. Ororo looked pleasantly surprised. She should be seeing as how they hadn’t seen each other in a while. But it was inevitable their paths would cross again because they were both agents of Charles Xavier.

Once in, Raven locked the doors and got Ororo a drink. She then let down her façade. Her body shifted from her current form to her true form, which was blue skin, red hair, and yellow eyes. This was the form she only showed a select few. Like Ororo, she was a mutant. She had the power to change her shape and image to whoever she wanted. It came in handy as a mercenary. Her reputation under the name Mystique was legendary and Ororo knew better than most.

“Another trip, another successful heist,” said Ororo as she took a celebratory drink, “I’m sure Xavier will be pleased.”

“He better be,” said Raven, “You do have a tendency to leave quite a mess.”

“It’s the law of nature. Everything tends towards disorder.”

“Well…almost everything. That’s where Hellfire comes in.”

The two women smiled and tipped their glasses. The world was a dangerous place for people like them, but Charles Xavier and the Hellfire Club made it much more bearable.

“So how are the kids?” inquired Ororo.

“Oh let’s not get on that subject again,” groaned Mystique, “Let’s just celebrate a successful night on the town. At the rate Xavier is going, he’ll have plenty more for us very soon.”

Hellfire Manor – The Present

Warren Worthington Jr. always had mixed feelings about this place. As a wealthy billionaire and chairman of Worthington Industries, he had always known about the Hellfire Club and decided long ago that he wasn’t going to get in too deep. But over the years it had become increasingly difficult not to be associated with them. Ever since Charles Xavier rose to power, Hellfire’s reach extended well-beyond anything the previous Inner Circle could ever muster. And with every scrap of wealth and power he absorbed, his hold became more entrenched. It forced Warren Jr. to do business with the man and for the most part, it had been good in terms of profit. But today he was visiting with a much different agenda.

He was led up to his main office by Sage, the girl who rarely spoke but always carried an intimidating demeanor. He knew she was psychic and Warren was always careful about guarding his thoughts around her. It wasn’t easy. He was hardly an expert on matters of the mind. He just had a situation he needed help with and Charles Xavier was the only man he knew who could give it to him.

“Relax Mr. Worthington,” said Sage, “Charles is a reasonable man. He’ll hear you out.”

“So much for guarding my thoughts,” he muttered.

He gave up trying. Xavier liked to know what was going on and he usually got what he wanted. When the elevator reached his floor and the door opened, the Black King was already waiting for him. Sage probably alerted him and since he was already expecting him, they might as well get down to business.

“Warren Worthington Jr., it’s good to see you again,” greeted Charles, “It’s been a while.”

“Indeed it has. It seems we’ve both been pretty busy lately,” said Warren as he shook his hand, “Of course busy is a relative term for you.”

“I like to think so,” smiled the Black King, “Come…we’ve much to discuss.”

Warren Jr. followed Charles into his office. Even with his rich background, he could never get over how opulent this man lived. He didn’t always have the most expensive items on hand, but he always had the latest, most advanced accessories that helped him do his job. While other billionaires spent their wealth on cars they didn’t drive or houses they didn’t live in, Xavier spent his money on making a better environment for him to do his job. That was one of the many reasons why he had become so powerful.

“So how’s business?” asked Xavier “I hear Worthington Industries has made great strides in the European market.”

“That’s largely thanks to you, Charles. Ever since Fenris went under a year ago the market has been ripe for the picking. It’s been a good year for us and the shareholders aren’t complaining.”

“Oh you don’t need to tell me that. Remember, I own a fair portion of Worthington stock.”

“How could I forget? Ever since you’ve come on board our business has been booming. And given what I know about this place I’d rather not ask questions as to why. But I assure you I intend to keep things as they are.”

“As do I,” said Xavier, “But you and I both know this visit isn’t about business. So why don’t we skip to the point.”

“Yes…my son.”

Warren’s demeanor sank somewhat. The topic of his mutant son was a sensitive issue. They still hadn’t smoothed things over since they forbade him to be the Avenging Angel. He feared he was losing him, which would put the Worthington fortune in jeopardy and that was something he refused to allow.

“I assume you and Warren are still not on speaking terms,” said Charles.

“Not for a couple months now. He still hates my guts for taking away his ‘hero’ privileges. But I think he’s more bitter about the way people are still calling him a monster after what he’s done.”

“An unfortunate byproduct of an ignorant society,” commented the Black King.

“Too bad Warren doesn’t get that yet. He’s still caught up in this ideal world where he wants to play hero. He has no idea how things really work. If only he understood…”

Warren Jr. trailed off, unable to hold off his emotions over the matter. Xavier sensed it and offered him a drink, which he readily accepted. It was a shame to see a man of such means struggle over something as simple as family. It was times like this Charles was glad that his family was no longer in the picture.

“He’s young and naïve. But his heart is in the right place. Even you must see that,” said Xavier.

“I know,” he sighed, “You can’t blame a kid for wanting to make a difference. He takes his angelic appearance pretty seriously.”

“Obviously, but I would venture a guess that’s the very reason why he’s becoming so difficult.”

“That was my thinking too, Charles. But I’ve tried to explain to him that the world is a much more complicated place than he thinks and he can’t just go around rescuing kittens from trees and expect to re-shape the world. He won’t listen! He won’t even hear me out anymore!”

“Calm down, old friend. Here, have another drink,” said Xavier as he poured him another glass.

“It’s just…I only want the best for my son. I want him to continue the Worthington name the way generations before him have.”

“Which is why you’re here, I gather. You want me to teach him the ways of the real world.”

Warren Jr. shifted. He did not come to this decision easily, but he and his wife were in agreement. This was the only way.

“You’re a perceptive man, Charles. But you have to understand my uneasiness with the idea of my son being indoctrinated into the Hellfire Club. I’m no fool. I know what you people do and there’s a reason I’ve turned a blind eye to our dealings.”

“I understand. Hellfire is not for the faint of heart. But like I said, Warren is young. His world has yet to be fully molded.”

“Which leads me to my next question…could you and your ‘friends’ help my son? Could you get him to see the light and still give him the chance to do the good he wants to do?”

“It depends, Warren,” said Xavier ominously, “How far are you willing to allow your son into our world?”

Warren Jr. finished his drink in a single gulp. This was the toughest part of his decision. He knew that once his son was in, he would never be the same. But the road he was on would only lead to heartache and destruction. The Hellfire Club was his last hope.

“As far as it takes,” he answered.

Xavier smiled. It looked like his next young recruit just fell into his lap.

“Then just leave him to me and young Warren will make his family proud,” said the Black King.

“Are you sure you can reach him?”

Xavier patted his old friend on the back and laughed.

“Oh don’t worry about that. We have many ways of getting through to young minds.”

Xavier Tower

“Pick up the pace, Summers! You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that if you want to be a leader!”

The blistering tone of Scott’s training instructor bellowed through the training hall as he ran the obstacle course for what felt like the hundredth time. Just months into his tenure at the Hellfire Club and he was already working harder than he ever worked before. He trained and studied endlessly, learning the ways of the Hellfire and becoming more in tuned with their mentality with each passing day. It wasn’t easy, but the rewards were many and the Black King and Queen were always pushing them.

He huffed and puffed through the maze of obstacles, leaping over a tank of water and diving through a wall of fire, not even slowing down in the process. Along the way he shot targets with his optic blasts. They always appeared at random, never allowing him to get a pattern down and testing his reflexes. It was a real test of endurance and concentration, much more so than the course the rest of the Hellfire guards ran since they had less demanding forms of training. But if he was to rise above his current level as pawn, Scott would have to prove himself.

“Thirty seconds!” yelled the instructor.

“Here we go,” said Scott, preparing for the final stretch.

Several more targets appeared simultaneously. Scott focused his vision and concentrated his blasts just as the Black King had taught him. He took aim and hit each target with surgical precision. But the last part was difficult for a reason. The platform he was standing on rose up and began to sway, forcing him to try and maintain his balance while hitting targets as they appeared. It was a rigorous test of mind and body, but he was learning fast how to manage the two. And his development made him a force to be reckoned with.

“Fifteen seconds!”

The platform shook and swayed with increasing intensity. Scott stayed low, shifting his weight and maintaining a low center-of-gravity so he could keep his balance. More targets appeared and he kept hitting him dead on, missing only a few by a matter of inches. He was doing well. He used to fall off at this point, but now staying on wasn’t so much a problem as hitting the targets were.

For the final test, the targets grew in size and required more punch to hit. That meant stepping up his power levels, which was by far the hardest aspect of his abilities. It took real awareness of his mind and body, but the results were explosive. He found out shortly after gaining control of his powers that he could expand and narrow the arc of his blasts. Wider arcs packed more punch and did more damage, but were harder to control. It also did a number on his head, but he was getting used to it.

“Here goes…” he said as he took a deep breath.

While keeping his balance, his eyes widened and unleashed a large, destructive burst. The larger targets didn’t stand a chance and shattered, but they appeared rapidly so a few got by him. But Scott wouldn’t be dissuaded. He hit whatever he could, occasionally having to stop to reorient himself. But the clock was ticking. He needed a certain number of targets before time ran out.

“Five…four…three…two…”

Then at the last second, he hit the final target. He barely got the shot off and nearly lost his balance. But none of it mattered. He got the job done.

“Scenario complete. Score: 1550. A new record.”

Scott collapsed to his knees and smiled. He was still short of breath, but it was worth it. He beat his record, showing he was making real progress. A few Hellfire guards who had been watching even gave him a round of applause.

“Not bad, kid. You’re getting better. But there’s still room for improvement.”

Scott shook his head as the platform lowered. No accomplishment was ever enough for the Hellfire Club. It was always ‘you can do better.’ That philosophy was part of why the organization had become so powerful and he was beginning to see how it applied to himself as a pawn. He had no idea he was capable of this kind of ability. Hellfire pushed him with their ruthless efficiency and he was learning many things. However, he had yet to apply it.

Once he was down, Mr. Sinister was there waiting for him. Ever since he started training, Sinister insisted on watching him and tracking his progress. He wouldn’t say what he was using the information for, but Sinister was always somewhat of a recluse so Scott didn’t pry. Plus, the guy was still five-star creepy.

“Nice job, Scott. You’re progressing well,” complimented Sinister.

“Thank you, sir,” replied Scott, still short of breath, “Lord Xavier says I’ll be ready for my first assignment soon.”

“I’m inclined to agree. But bear in mind, your first assignment may require you to embrace your killer instinct so to speak. Using it in training is one thing, but in the real world it is quite another.”

“I know. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately too.”

“Have you?” inquired Sinister, “Should you get the order, would you cross that line?”

Scott looked the pale-faced madman right in the eye, his gaze a far cry from that of the nervous young man who first walked through the doors of Hellfire.

“Without a seconds hesitation…I’ll do it.”

“Good,” said Sinister with an ominous grin, “I’m sure you’ll make us all very proud.”

Sinister left the young man to muse over his warning. But it wasn’t so much the idea of killing that bothered Scott. It was Sinister’s constant scrutiny. He was learning to embrace Hellfire morality that followed the creed “do whatever is necessary.” But he got the feeling that Sinister followed a different creed. What it was, though, nobody had a clue.

“Hey Summers!” yelled out his instructor, “Lord Xavier told me to give you something. Turns out you’ve got a little homework today.”

“Homework, huh? What kind?” asked Scott, turning away from Sinister.

“The kind involving your first major assignment. So if I were you, I’d take it seriously.”

The instructor gave Scott an unmarked envelope. Judging by the thickness, it had a lot inside. The young man opened it to reveal what looked like spy records for a certain group of mutants. The first page depicted an ominous looking old man with white hair wearing a purple body suit, a cape, and a helmet. He looked pretty menacing and he wasn’t alone. There were records here of other mutants as well. It seemed as though Scott would have a busy night ahead of him.

“The Brotherhood of Mutants…” he read, “Guess I’ll get my chance sooner than I thought.”

While he ran off to go over the material, Mr. Sinister returned to his lab with new data in hand. So far the numbers were promising. Scott Summers showed impressive genetic and physical endowments. He had a capacity to learn and develop on a set path. He could sense the Hellfire ways seeping into her persona and he could very well aspire to a high position in the club. Jean Grey showed similar promise, but she was more under the thumb of Selene and Emma Frost. All he cared about was the information she and Scott Summers possessed.

As he entered his data into his computer, Sinister watched impatiently as the screen showed the current status of his project. Since joining the Hellfire Club, he had been doing various off-the-record work that he kept a closely guarded secret. He was sure Xavier spied on him, but he wasn’t so naïve to make it obvious. The true meaning of his work was known to him and him alone. The resources Xavier provided him were welcome, but provided only pieces of the puzzle. Only time would tell if any of these new recruits the Black King was bringing in would give him what he wanted, but he survived over a 100 years with ease working for this. He could be patient if he had to.

‘I’m on the right track. I can feel it. I just need more test subjects. And some help around the lab couldn’t hurt.’

Then he got an alert on his computer. Someone had just sent him an email. Rolling his eyes, he brought it up. He hated it when someone interrupted him when he was compiling his data, but he was still under the Hellfire Club’s thumb last he checked. For now he had to cooperate.

“Hmm…Hank McCoy?” he said as he read the subject line, “Personal crisis involving mutant experiments? Sounds right up my alley.”

Club Hellfire - Strip Club

It was another busy night at the Hellfire Club’s most high end strip club. Every table and seat was booked with high end, high paying clients willing to pay a premium for top quality female companionship. Many of the club’s best female workers were on hand and Jean and Emma were among them.

Over the past few months, Jean Grey had taken strongly to her new role. As the Inner Circle’s newest pawn, she was expected to learn the ways of a Hellfire woman and Emma was responsible for teaching her. Like Scott, she had to go through a growth period. She was still just a novice, but she was on her way up. Emma remembered how Jean was so nervous the first time she stripped on stage that she threw up twice beforehand. And once she got on stage her movements were shaky and uncoordinated. But with the body she had, helped by surgery from Sinister, the men didn’t notice too much and paid her handsomely to take her clothes off. But she couldn’t manipulate men the way Emma could. She was still a ways away from that.

She still remembered the first time she took a man backstage for a private dance. The man was twice her age, balding, pudgy, and married. But he wanted her and he had some dirty secrets in his mind that would prove useful for the Inner Circle. So they sat down, negotiated what would be done, and then after some hesitation and anxiety she went through with it. First she gave him a blowjob. Then she stripped for him and straddled his pelvis. She went on to ride him hard until they both got off. When it was over she was dazed, but exhilarated. She got what she wanted from him and he gave her more than he bargained for. It was the first of many and now she was fully into it.

At the moment, Jean was in the middle of her second set. She was dressed in her sexy nurse outfit, which consisted of a half buttoned nurses shirt that ran just below her breasts, a nurse bonnet, a red thong, and matching heeled boots that ran halfway up her legs. She maintained a sexy expression, watching as the men drooled and cheered.

“Oh yeah, take it off baby! Take it all off!”

Jean flashed a sexy grin as she let the button shirt fall to the floor, but she covered her large breasts to further tease the men. Some complained, but a few more bills shoved in her thong earned them a full view. She danced around for a bit, going with the flow of the music. Then a middle aged man with balding hair who tipped her a fifty got a faceful of her breasts. And while he was savoring the feeling, she picked up a few stray thoughts.

‘Amazing what company money can buy these days.’

Jean smiled again. It was those kinds of thoughts she was trained to look out for. They contained the secrets they could use to extort or blackmail rivals as well as add a few extra resources to their organization. But getting the details of such thoughts wasn’t enough. They had to get this man in a very vulnerable position if they were to extort him and that usually involved getting a little more intimate.

It was still surreal in a ways. Sex was still new to Jean and she was already throwing herself at men in the name of Hellfire. There was a special area in the back of the club where she and the other girls could perform what they called ‘private services.’ Mostly they involved sex, but some involved more elaborate services. Some asked for multiple girls, others asked for an S&M show, and then there were the really perverse tastes that Jean didn’t even try to touch. For now she was finding her way, sticking to straight sex and oral sex and not going much beyond that.

Growing pains aside aside, there were plenty of benefits to her role. She got paid lots of money to show off her body, she got to wear all kinds of fancy clothes, and she got to enjoy the pleasures of sex. Few of the men were as good a lover as Scott or Hellfire’s studs, but sex was sex. And with the help of some of magic and a few of Selene’s ‘special’ aphrodisiacs, she really got off on it. And as a pawn of the Inner Circle, she did get some special treatment. She kept a greater portion of her money and got to do more sets. It made the other girls jealous, but they were smart enough not to complain.

After showing off her flexibility with a split move, Jean crawled slowly to Mr. I-Use-Company-Money-On-Strippers with a sultry look on her face. But just as she was about to make him an offer she got a telepathic call in her mind.

‘Jean, we have a situation.’

‘Not now Emma! Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?’

‘He can wait. This can’t. Now finish up your set and meet me back stage. Xavier wants us ready for a special assignment in an hour.’

Jean sighed to herself. It looked as though she was going to have to cut her shift short tonight. But the needs of the Inner Circle came first. However, she left the man with a parting message.

“Come back on my next shift and I’ll see to it you die a happy man,” she whispered in a seductive tone.

The man’s eyes widened. But he didn’t get a chance to inquire further. He only managed a single question.

“Wait! What’s your name?” he begged her.

As Jean sensually made her way off stage she cast him another sexy smile.

“Call me Marvel Girl, babe.”

Hellfire Manor

Warren Worthington III was beyond bitter. He couldn’t believe his parents. They don’t listen to him, they don’t acknowledge him, and they don’t respect him and they send him here of all places. It was bad enough when they tried forcing him into fancy private schools, but this was worse than that. Why couldn’t they send him overseas or to some desert island in the middle of nowhere? Anything was a step up from this.

He was currently walking through the halls of Hellfire Manor with Charles Xavier, a man he knew somewhat, but only to the extent his father told him. He was supposed to be a major contributor to Worthington Industries, but if he was Black King of the Hellfire Club he had to be more than that. His hands in his pockets, Warren dragged his feet along as Xavier talked about this and that. He could care less what he had to offer. He should just get to the point so he could reject it.

“And so you see, the Inner Circle acts as the all-seeing eye over the vast expanse of civilization. We are the judges, jurors, and in some cases the executioners of major affairs. Our reach extends far and wide, but so does our responsibility. Part of our bylaws requires us to act in the best interests of order. Because without order, all of society fails.”

“Yeah, yeah I’ve heard it before,” groaned Warren, “We’re rich and powerful and everybody else isn’t. We deserve to control them. Big deal!”

“Oh you’re missing the point, my boy,” said Xavier confidently, “That arrogant mindset is a relic of the past. As Black King, I am ushering in a new era of Hellfire prowess. Members of the previous Inner Circle had no sense of responsibility. That’s why I’m hoping to train a new generation of young mutants to build a new legacy that will ensure peace, order, and prosperity for all.”

“Even if it involves backstabbing, murder, and what not?”

“Call it what you will, but such sacrifices are necessary. If the deaths of a select few ensure the survival of many, so be it.”

It sounded pretty harsh, but there was a nugget of truth to it. Charles Xavier was nothing if not a pragmatist, but it would take more than reason to sway Warren. He still held onto the belief that one could make a difference just by doing random good.

“Excuse me if I have a problem with that logic,” scoffed Warren.

“I figured you might. But your father sent you here so I could educate you. And I intend do that as part of my responsibilities.”

“Oh? And just how do you plan on doing that?” he asked skeptically.

“Follow me, and I’ll show you.”

Warren looked at him curiously, but Xavier just kept smiling. This boy was stubborn, no doubt about it. But he could work around that. He just had to be persuasive.

They reached their destination at the end of the hallway. There in one of the many rooms, Xavier and Selene set up a little something special to welcome Warren to the club. Hopefully it would change his mind. He opened the door to reveal a sight that caught the young man completely off guard. In the room before him was a king sized bed surrounded by dimmed lights covered in expensive Persian cloths and in those beds were two beautiful women in matching red and white lingerie.

“Wha…what is this?” he said in bewilderment.

“Consider it incentive,” grinned Xavier, “Jean…Emma…this is Warren Worthington III. He’s the Hellfire Club’s newest recruit.”

Jean and Emma smiled at the surprised young man. When they heard Xavier had a special assignment for them he wasn’t kidding. They could see why he would want him in their ranks. He was a handsome young man with majestic, angelic wings. They were also informed he was from a rich family. That along with being a mutant made him perfect Inner Circle material.

“Hmm…you sure know how to pick ‘em, Charles,” purred Emma, “Oh we’re gonna have fun with this one, aren’t we Jean?”

“That we are,” said Jean, matching her friend’s sexy tone.

The two women rose up from the bed and approached the winged mutant. He almost fell over, but they were there to catch him. For someone so handsome he sure was nervous around women. They figured his wings were somewhat hard to get around, but here that wasn’t an issue.

“Come here, you heavenly stud,” said Emma in a sultry tone.

“Wait! Um…”

But Warren didn’t have time to form coherent words. Emma silenced him by pressing her lips against his. She tasted so sweet. It was nothing short of intoxicating. And while she was kissing him, Jean was grinding her lingerie clad body up against him. It was enough to make any man falter. Yet still, they sensed uncertainty within him.

“Relax,” said Jean, “Just open your mind to a world of new sensations. You’ll be glad you did.”

To further emphasize her point, she sent telepathic waves of relaxing thoughts, which helped him ease up a bit. Emma helped with some waves of her own, but she let Jean do most of the work. She had been recently teaching her how to use her growing telepathic talents to seduce and enhance her sexual experience. This was her first time testing it and Warren seemed to like it.

“Wow…” he moaned.

“Let’s get you in bed,” said Emma, “I’ll go first. Jean, why don’t you watch and get warmed up?”

“Fine,” she said in a mock-pouting tone, “But leave some for me.”

“No promises, darling.”

Jean made her way over to a nearby chair while Emma led Warren to the bed. His legs turned to jelly halfway, overwhelmed with thoughts of two beautiful women giving themselves to him. Even as the Avenging Angel, he rarely got a chance for intimacy. When women looked too deeply and found that he was just a mutant and not a real angel, they were quickly turned off. Only a handful of women were ever able to look beyond his appearance and get close, but it was never this enticing.

Once at the bed, Emma pinned him on his back and started kissing him. Her lips were soft and sweet. The white lipstick went well with her lingerie and hair. She was so hot. His pants were already getting tighter. He could feel her hot body through the thin lingerie. He trailed her hands down her waist and hips, longing to feel her skin. Sensing this, Emma parted her lips from his and smiled seductively.

“You want to feel me, don’t you?” she said in a deep, seductive tone.

“I…I do,” said the young man nervously.

Emma grinned and rose up to take off her lingerie. She did it slowly in order to tease the winged mutant. She watched his awed expression as he marveled at her body, taking in her large breasts and curvy hips. She was only in a white thong now and Warren was feeling overdressed. But Emma could fix that.

She could sense him getting excited and helped him get undressed. She started with his shirt, which took some effort because of his wings. Then she went for his pants, trailing her lips down his ripped physique and grasping the sides of his jeans. With a firm tug, she freed his growing erection of its confines. After tossing them aside, she gave his member a little tease with her hand. This evoked a soft moan from Warren and he rose up to kiss her. His wings fluttered and Emma felt the feathers on her naked skin. It added an exotic feel to it and she grew even more excited.

“Are you ready for me, darling?” she purred.

“Yes,” said Warren intently.

“Then let me show you what Hellfire is all about.”

The hot blonde rose up slightly so she could slide her thong off. She wiggled her hips a little, further enticing Warren as he trailed his hand down her hips and butt. Her skin was so smooth and her folds were so moist. His brain was telling him they were just trying to tempt him, but the rest of his body was urging him onward and his body won out.

Now that they were both naked, Warren leaned back on his arms while Emma positioned herself over his erect dick. She straddled his waist, bending her knees over his hips and held onto his shoulders. She teased him a bit at first, shoving her breasts in his face and letting him lick around her nipples while she stroked her folds a bit to get herself ready. Once she was nice and wet, she lowered herself onto his dick. After letting it sink in for a moment, she began moving her hips. Soon, Warren began moving with her and they were humping their bodies in a strong, steady rhythm.

The hot feeling of penetration was intoxicating. Warren relished how good her pussy felt. He threw his arms around this hot woman and held her close, allowing her breasts to press up against his chest as she rode him. Emma let him do as he pleased, showing off her sexual talents as she skillfully worked her hips. Every time she took his cock inside her, she tensed her inner muscles and rubbed her breasts up his ripped frame. It was enough to make any man wild with pleasure and the more she did it, the more he wanted her.

“Uh-uh-uh-oh God-uh-oh this feels so good!” moaned Warren.

“Uh-uh-yeah-uh-uh-uh-you like it, don’t you?” purred Emma, enjoying herself as well.

She stepped up the pace, working her hips more fervently. Their naked skin grinded together, working up a nice sweat in the process. She also supplemented her movements with telepathic waves of pleasure, which got Warren to moan even louder. Emma smiled as she kept it going, dragging it out so the sensations would build. It was her special touch that made her so desirable among men and Warren was getting it free and without restraint.

Once she got him to a certain point, Emma pushed for his climax. She leaned back, giving him a full view of her beautiful body and allowing him to take over. They were going at it vigorously now. Warren reached around and gripped her but as he fervently worked his hips against hers. His dick slithered and sloshed inside her cunt, going in and out at a blissful rate. He even got his wings into the act, using them as supports to cradle the hot blonde as she leaned back. It was like laying on a bed of feathers, adding extra sensations as they brushed over her body.

“Uh-uh-uh-gonna-uh-cum-uh-soon-uh-uh-oh fuck!” grunted Warren.

“Uh-uh-ah-ah-me too-ah-ahhhhh-ah-oh give it to me, angel boy!” cried Emma as she clung to his feathers.

The rhythm eased and their bodies tensed. Emma was the first to climax. She timed it just right, her inner muscles clamping down over his member just as he released his load. It helped really intensify the feeling. The extra tightness around his member made Warren moan in euphoria as he climaxed. Emma joined him, letting out a blissful cry as she arched her body, grasped her breasts, and embraced the feeling. It felt so good. Emma seemed to get some extra enjoyment as well. The wings really turned her on, which was completely new for Warren. But it was definitely a step up.

When the rush subsided Warren fell back, but Emma remained with him. She leaned over and kissed him, showing him the affection he would get if he joined them.

“Mmm…you are an angel,” purred Emma.

Warren smiled and blushed. He was out of breath and on a real sexual high. But this was just the beginning.

Across the room, Jean grew very hot watching them go at it. She even picked up on telepathic projections of their sensations. It was really intense and she fingered herself while she watched. It looked like fun having sex with an angel and she was eager to try it out herself.

While Emma rolled off Warren and out of the bed, Jean approached from the other side and quickly drew his attention. She flashed her friend a knowing look. This was to be her first time doing something like this, but she was confident Jean could handle it.

“My turn,” grinned Jean.

“Um…I’m gonna need a minute,” said Warren, still short of breath.

“Oh I can fix that.”

Jean then did a little striptease to get him back in the mood. She sensually slid her lingerie down her body, leaning over so he could get a nice view of her well-developed breasts. Then she wiggled out of her thong, swaying her hips and mesmerizing the already dazed man. She also showed some playfulness, using her telekinesis to raise the thong up from the floor and flinging it over at Warren so it landed right on his head. It got him to laugh as he took it and marveled at how small he was. But he didn’t dwell on it long once Jean crawled onto the bed with him.

She captured his lips in a deep kiss. Warren found she tasted different than Emma, but still just as good. And Jean didn’t linger either. She trailed her lips down his neck and chest, kissing every sinewy contour of his manly body until she reached his penis. He was still semi-hard from Emma and in need of a little help. It was the perfect opportunity to test her oral sex skills so she went to work, parting her hair behind her ear and giving the tip a teasing lick.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!” he moaned in approval.

Smiling at his response, Jean took his length in her mouth. Oral sex was still new to her, but she had been getting better at it. At first she thought it was gross, but she grew to enjoy it. Plus, it really got the man into it. She even learned a few tricks that she wasted no time in showing Warren. She cupped his balls with one hand while swirling her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She paid extra attention to the tip, giving it soft, teasing licks to really get him going. It didn’t take long for him to get nice and hard again. And with all the excitement she worked up from watching, Jean was ready to take him.

“Ready for more?” said Jean seductively as she stroked his cock.

“Oh yeah,” said Warren intently.

“You’ve got some endurance to you. I like that. Why don’t you get on top this time?”

“Fine by me,” grinned the winged mutant.

Jean rolled over so Warren could get on top of her. Like he did with Emma, he used his wings to his advantage. He encased the naked redhead in an embrace of flesh and feathers. Jean moaned at the feeling. It was exotic and arousing. She was so wet and ready. And all this came from a girl who was a certified prude before she joined.

Taking control of the moment, Warren gripped Jean’s hips and guided his dick to her entrance. He didn’t tease her like Emma teased him. He just thrust it in nice and hard, filling her with his ridged length. Jean let out a sharp gasp. It hurt a little, but since she was so used to sex it barely registered. She held onto his arms and held her legs open, bending her knees slightly as Warren went to town on her. She figured after Emma leading him along the first time, he would prefer to be in charge this time. And judging by the look on his face, she judged right.

“Uh-uh-uh-uh-oh-oh God-uh-you’re so-uh-fucking-uh-good!” panted Warren.

“Uh-uh-yes-yes-oh yes-ah-ohhhhhh-that’s it, Warren-ahhh-give it to me!” cried Jean.

Warren hammered away, slamming rhythmically into Jean’s pussy. Their naked flesh made a hard slapping sound each time his pelvis collided with hers. It was really hot, the sweat now dripping from Warren’s body. Jean’s fingers slithered along his chest and face, showing affection and passion in a way that was very much her style. Warren sure enjoyed it. Her touching fueled his hunger for her. As he pounded into her, he kissed down her face and neck. He also trailed over her cleavage, giving her nipples a gentle nibble and sending shots of bliss through her body. She also ran her hands through his wings, massaging the cartilage and rubbing the feathers over her skin.

This girl was every bit as sexy as Emma, but she had a different allure. Her body was more toned and Emma’s was more voluptuous. She didn’t so much lead the rhythm as she did work with him. But she was no pushover. As he pounded into her, she lifted her hips to really get his cock in deep. Her inner muscles throbbed, creating a nice heat for his member. And like Emma, she used her telepathy to add extra feeling to it. It also helped them drag it out and really prolong the pleasure.

Warren and Jean kept it up for a good long while, but Warren’s fervent thrusting made it too hard to hold back. Jean would have liked to match how long Emma kept him going, but that was impossible at this point. She was cumming soon and Warren was close as well.

“Uh-uh-uh-ohhhh I’m gonna cum-oh-oh-I’m gonna cum!” moaned Warren.

“Yes-yes-me too-yes-ohhhhh I’m so close-uh-uh-ahhhhhhhh!”

Jean’s climax hit her first. She closed her eyes and arched her back as the sensations washed over her. Her pussy tightened hard around Warren’s cock. This forced him to slow his thrusts and after a couple more movements, he reached his peak as well. He thrust in as deep as he could as he sprayed his load inside Jean’s depths. Jean held him in, embracing him tightly with her arms and legs. She milked him for every last drop and to show her appreciation, she kissed him one last time.

When all was said and done, Jean rolled off the winged man and stretched her limbs. It was amazing how much her enjoyment of sex had grown since joining the Hellfire Club. Not only was it fun and pleasurable, it was a valuable tool as well. Looking down at Warren, she saw how it affected people. He was lowering his defenses. Xavier told her he was a stubborn young man, but given how quickly he took to this little incentive she and Emma provided him he wouldn’t stay that way much longer.

For Warren Worthington III, he was reeling. He couldn’t believe he just had a three way with two beautiful women. Even though he was no stranger to sex, none of his previous experiences felt this good. It was so intense it was almost overwhelming. These two girls really knew how to work it and there was definitely some added appeal to coming here. They left his mind in a daze. He knew the Hellfire Club had a reputation for enjoying sex, but not like this. And for that reason, he still had lingering concerns.

The Black King, however, sensed this. He watched the whole thing from the corner and he had a feeling it would take more than a three way to break this man down. Unlike Scott and Jean, he knew about the Hellfire Club through his upper class upbringing. For that reason, he would have to be even more persuasive and that involved pushing him a little further.

“Enjoying yourself, Warren?” said Xavier in a somewhat humored tone.

“I…I know what you’re trying to do,” said Warren, still short of breath.

“Do you? Because it’s not over yet.”

“Huh?! What do you mean?”

“You’ll see,” he said in an ominous tone, “Selene? Won’t you join us?”

Another door opened from the other side of the room and in stepped the Black Queen. She was wearing her more provocative attire (as if she had any other kind). She made Emma and Jean’s outfits look tame. She wore a tight fitting black leather bustier that barely kept her large breasts from tumbling out, a G-string thong, and long leather heeled boots that ran all the way up to her thigh. She even had her hair tied up in a neat little bun, looking like something right out of an S&M fantasy.

Her penetrating gaze sent a chill down Warren’s spine. She looked so menacing yet arousing. He watched as her eyes drifted up and down his body. Surprisingly, she didn’t look at that impressed. But saw a young man that was very vulnerable and she loved taking advantage of vulnerability.

“So this is your latest prospect, Charles? Not bad, but he doesn’t quite go with our theme,” she said mockingly.

“He’s a mutant, Selene. Don’t tell me he makes you uncomfortable,” quipped the Black King.

“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s still a man…a handsome, dashing man with the potential to do so much more.”

The sadistic woman made her way towards the bed. Jean and Emma got out of her way, joining Xavier in the corner where they could watch the Black Queen work her magic. They were still naked, but too caught up in what was going on to care. As nice as it had been sharing a three way with Warren, that was nothing compared to what Selene was capable of.

When she reached his bedside, Warren tried to get up. But he was suddenly forced back down by an unseen force. Selene’s eyes flashed red briefly, hitting him with a paralyzing binding spell that was so useful for situations like this. Warren suddenly found his legs and wrists pinned firmly to the bed. It was as if someone put a thousand pounds of weight on his arms. He started to panic.

“Ugh! My arms!” he grunted.

“Relax boy. The fun is just beginning!” grinned the Black Queen.

The young man’s expression shifted as the imposing woman crawled on top of him, grinding her pelvis against his naked body, and devoured her lips with hers. She was a lot rougher than Jean or Emma and she threw in something else as well. Her eyes flashed again and a new feeling overtook Warren. It was a cold and dark feeling, penetrating down to the very depth of his soul. It was like tasting raw darkness and it tasted intoxicatingly good.

“That’s it…feel the darkness,” hissed Selene.

Warren stopped struggling and watched in a daze as Selene trailed her lips down his manly upper body. He winced when she bit down on his nipples, but that did little to stop her as she trailed down further. Having already gone at it with two women back-to-back, his member was limp and hypersensitive. He wasn’t sure he could get it up again without a little rest, but Selene had ways of getting around that.

She whispered a mysterious phrase in a language Warren didn’t recognize. Then she hovered over his member, allowing a trail of drool to drip onto the tip. He then felt a burning sensation as his dick magically stiffened again. His mind was then consumed by overwhelming feelings of lust. He couldn’t think straight. He could barely breathe as he looked up at the woman before him.

“Oh God…” he gasped.

“Wrong answer,” grinned Selene.

The Black Queen slid off her thong and undid the back of her bustier, allowing her breasts to tumble out. She kept her leather heeled boots on though, keeping with the S&M theme. She positioned herself over his member and started teasing him by rubbing the tip against her moist folds. The young man withered, still unable to move because of her binding spell. His struggle really got Selene excited. She loved being in control like this. She could do anything she wanted to this man.

“Say you want me to fuck you,” she demanded.

Warren gazed up at her, his lips quivering in his dazed state. There were so many reasons he should just get up and run as far away from this woman as possible. There was so much darkness in her eyes he couldn’t even begin to describe it. But she had him under his spell. There was no resisting her.

“Say it!” she yelled louder.

“I…I want you to fuck me,” he whimpered.

She then slapped him across the face and to Warren’s surprise she was a lot stronger than she looked.

“Yell it! Beg for it!” exclaimed the Black Queen.

“I want you to fuck me!” yelled Warren at the top of his lungs.

She slapped him again. This time it was even harder.

“You forgot to say please,” she said sadistically.

“Please…” he gasped, his face stinging from the pain, “Please fuck me, Miss Selene!”

Selene grinned sadistically, rubbing the tip of his penis at her entrance again. It sent him on the brink of madness. Then finally, she plunged down onto his ridged member and began riding him.

Her pussy was hot and tight. It squeezed his cock mercilessly, tensing each time she gyrated her hips forward. It actually hurt a little at first because Selene worked it so hard, but other more intense feelings numbed over it. His body remained ridged, but he was allowed to move enough to keep with the rhythm. His arms and legs weren’t allowed to move and neither were his wings. He was basically a living sex toy for the Black Queen’s enjoyment. And yet it felt so good. As great as Jean and Emma were, there was just something about this dark feeling that was so sinfully good.

“Yes-yes-yes-yeeeeeeeeesssssss!” exclaimed Selene as she bounced up and down his cock, “Embrace the feeling! Let it take you over!”

“Uh-uh-uh-ahhhhhhhhhhh!” yelled Warren.

She rode him long and hard, maintaining complete control of him every step of the way. It felt so good, a woman like her doing an angel. Even if he wasn’t a real angel, there was something very exciting about fucking one like this. It was like spitting in the face of the heavenly forces she opposed. And her hatred showed in the way she worked this man over. Her long, perfectly manicured nails raked over his chest, leaving scratch marks and wounds that bled. When she felt blood on her fingers, she rubbed it on her breasts and licked it up in a show of dominating sexual fury. Her expression was one of madness, showing a sinister intent as she made this man one of them through lust and pleasure.

The longer it went on, the closer Warren came to losing it. It was so overwhelming. This woman was more than just a woman. She was something else entirely. His chest and arms stung as she scratched over his naked skin. His face contorted to a mix of pain and pleasure. He was being completely dominated by this woman and yet it felt so good. It was unlike anything he ever experienced before. His body ached for a release, but something was holding him back.

“Uh-uh-augh-uh-ah-ah-I’m gonna cum!” he exclaimed.

“Oh no you don’t!” grunted Selene, “You don’t cum until I say you can cum!”

“Please! Uh-uh-I have to cum!”

Selene leaned over and struck him across the face.

“No! Not until you learn to submit!”

Selene stepped up the pace of her movements, gyrating her hips harder and with more vigor. It further blurred the line between pleasure and pain. Warren’s muscles tensed. He kept trying to move, but the dark magic employed by the Black Queen kept his body locked in. He wanted to come. He tried to cum. But his body wasn’t under his control. All he could do was endure while Selene relished his torment.

The Black Queen watched as the young man’s face deteriorated into a mad lust. He squirmed under her imposing form, struggling to hold on. But he was just a boy. He didn’t stand a chance against her. She rode him and rode him, striking him repeatedly as he struggled. Her moans of ecstasy masked his pained groans. There was no use resisting. Xavier wasn’t going to help him. Jean and Emma weren’t going to help him. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to cum or he was going to explode. His only choice was to give in.

He finally stopped resisting. His muscles went limp and his groans weakened. His dick was still rock hard as Selene rode it and she could feel his submission. It was exactly what the Black Queen had hoped. Even angels could fall and this boy was no angel. And for his submission, she rewarded him with the bliss she craved.

“Uh-uh-uh-please…” said Warren weakly.

“Yeeeeessssss! Give in! Let it all out, boy! Give your new queen everything you’ve got!” she demanded.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Selene slammed her hips down against his body a few more times, soaking in the feeling she so relished. Warren’s cock exploded inside her in a burst of cum. It was so big that much of the fluids spilled out of her insides and soaked the bed sheets. The pleasure was so intense even if his dick was throbbing with pain and his body stung from Selene’s onslaught. But more than any other feeling was the darkness he felt by giving into Selene’s power. She tempted him with black magic and he gave in. It was far from angelic, but if he was to fit in here he would have to re-think his role.

When all was said and done, Selene rose off him, allowing more fluids to spill out. Warren’s body was no longer under control, but he was still limp and weak. His expression was dazed and his eyes were only half-open. He looked completely out of it, hardly a divine appearance for an angel. It was starting to sink in. He tasted darkness and he liked it.

“You’re going to like it here, angel boy,” said Selene as she stood beside the bed, “Submission is just part of what we do. Stick with us and you’ll do much more than an army of Avenging Angels and get much greater rewards for your efforts. All you have to do is give our way a chance.”

“I…understand,” panted Warren.

“Is that a yes?” grinned Selene.

The young man was silent for a moment, his eyes still vacant. But he was aware enough to make this fateful decision.

“Yes,” he finally said.

“Good. Then consider yourself a new pawn. And if you behave yourself, you and I will have a lot more fun together.”

It sounded daunting. With his body still stinging, Warren cringed at what this woman was capable of. But at the same time, he was drawn in. If this is what he experienced as a stubborn newbie, there was no telling what other feelings these people were capable of. He was officially embracing the darkness. The Avenging Angel had his time and what did he get for it? He saved a few people while the rest of the world called him a freak. Here he could tip the balance and enjoy himself in the process. But he would need time to recover from this.

Jean, Emma, and Xavier, who witnessed the whole ordeal, remained speechless. Jean was especially impacted. She knew Selene was a dark woman, but she never saw her work before. It sent a chill up her spine. Looking at Warren, he looked almost traumatized. She was about to walk over to see if she could help him, but Emma held her back. She shook her head, silently telling her not to get involved. It was for the best because she had seen this before and had grown numbed to it all. This is how things worked around here. She was just going to have to get used to it.

The Black King sensed the boy’s transformation. The darkness Selene imparted had a way of working over even the most rebellious of youths. Now he was sure to be submissive as they trained him to be part of the Inner Circle. However, it would be more challenging now that he had experienced Selene’s touch. Because in his experience Selene had a way of leaving a lasting effect on people and that may very well come into play later.

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Up next: Sinister gains a recruit of his own while the Black King prepares the first major assignment for the pawns.