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Kitty Pryde, Pawn of Hellfire
Chapter 6
The next day everything changed. The X-Men returned from their mission with four prisoners in tow, two men and two women. Both men looked like criminal types, one thin and the other athletic, but besides their builds they were cut from the same cloth. The women were as different as night and day. The girl was maybe a year older than Kitty with short chestnut hair with a white skunk stripe down the middle. The other was old, older than the Professor, and she walked with a certain surety Kitty found unnerving.
She had no chance to speak with any of the prisoners as the X-Men returned and directly went into the council chambers. Kitty followed, as she was a member of the Inner Circle and curious as to the fates of these people. As it was an ‘emergency session’ she did not have to change into her regalia. No one else did either. The Professor sat at the table in his wheelchair, still not feeling strong enough to walk from his apartments. The Black Queen sauntered in, wearing her Hellfire regalia. Apparently she felt no need for a costume. The only thing different about Jean Grey was her scarlet tresses were out of their tight bun, instead loose and tangled, flowing in the air as she proudly strode into the council chambers leading the prisoners by a chain. Storm, Wolverine and Colossus followed in their personalized X-Men uniforms. They rounded the table and sat at their places. Kitty, who had only seen them because they had passed by the room her computer lesson was in, closed the door behind them. She had no idea what these prisoners thought of her. She must have seemed like a well-dressed schoolgirl in her smart slacks and blazer, unless they spotted the slave collar around her neck.
Charles Xavier scanned the prisoners and turned to Logan. “Where are the others? Mystique? Blob?”
“Mystique slipped away,” Logan grumbled. “She had some kind of psychic damper, Jean couldn’t follow her. She flooded the farm’s irrigation system with ammonia and turned it on before she bugged out. It overpowered her scent-“
“-and made Pyro a lot more dangerous.” Jean finished with a wicked smile. “Or at least he thought so. Either way, Mystique is out there and dangerous, and I savor the challenge of bringing her to heel.”
“And Mr. Dukes?”
“Westchester,” Logan threw in, “Blob’s settling in with Kurt’s freak-show after a little nudge from Jean.”
“You’re off your rocker X-Man!” The skinny blonde prisoner yelled, “You’ve lost it Xavier! You’re no hero and neither are your dogs! You can’t abuse people like this! What difference is there between you-“
His rant suddenly cut off, his eyes glazed over and he sank to his knees. The other male prisoner did the same.
“Next time,” Jean purred, “I’m bringing some ball-gags with me. Pyro’s been like that since Dallas.”
Xavier stared at the kneeling men. “I see no possible rehabilitation here. Their memories are nothing but violence, in-and-out of prisons for their entire lives. They’re criminals, motivated by greed and destruction. Let’s make them give a little back to society, shall we Jean?”
Kitty’s palms began to sweat. Somehow she didn’t like this, it didn’t feel right. But who was she to argue? Xavier was a good man. If there was another way, he would use it… wouldn’t he?
The Black Queen concentrated. Pyro and Avalance winced in pain, then their faces went slack. A moment later and the male prisoners rose. “Report to the tailor,” Jean commanded, “let’s see you in some decent clothes.”
Both men bowed, “Yes my Queen,” they said in unison. With a snap turn and a heel-click they marched from the room. Kitty held the door open and closed it after they left.
“Destiny,” Xavier spoke to the old woman. “Irene. You have been at this a long time.”
The woman called Destiny smiled, “Not longer than Lord Howlette there, but I know the game. You will allow me to come to no harm.”
Xavier smirked. “I’ve had a plan for you for a while now. But you knew that already.”
“How do you think this is going to end Professor X?” Destiny did not shy away from his gaze, instead meeting it with her own blind eyes. “You don’t expect them to simply roll over, do you? Human and mutant alike will oppose you-“
“Good…” Jean purred, resting her chin on her hands. “If they didn’t, it would be so boring…”
Destiny’s hand went to her chest. She pinched the bridge of her nose and shut her eyes tight.
“You seem tired, old girl.” Jean openly mocked the elderly woman. “Let’s get you a medical bracelet and some rest.” A silver blur shot from the table and around the wrist of Destiny. It was a polished metal bracelet; a little light on it flickered from red to green. “Just a little something in case you get lost. We can find you. If you fall down and break a hip, just call out for assistance.”
Kitty couldn’t tell if Destiny turned by her own volition or if she was nudged telekinetically. Either way the elderly woman walked toward the door that Kitty held open.
“Take your opportunities, Xavier.” Destiny called out weakly over her shoulder, “There is a dark shadow over all you’ve accomplished, and it grows with each further step you take. Be wary, when things seem brightest the darkness will overtake you.”
Kitty watched her walk down the hallway as servants came to escort her to her quarters. Destiny went without incident, but Kitty could tell she was trouble. She shut the door and all eyes turned to the last prisoner.
“Rogue,” Xavier said. “I’m sure the last 24 hours have been a whirlwind. There must be a lot going through your head. You have nothing to fear. We are here to help you.”
Rogue looked at the table, shifting her eyes quickly between each ‘hero’. “I know I have nothing to fear, baldy. My momma’s coming to save me.”
“No doubt,” the Professor agreed. “But I know Mystique well. She is very thorough in her planning; it is the sole reason that she has never been caught. But a fortress such as this, with defenders such as these; I have no doubt she will try to recue you. But you have to face the fact; such an attempt may be weeks, months, maybe even years in the preparation. And even then it may not succeed.”
Rogue frowned. Her eyes darted about the room, looking for something but not finding it. Kitty watched from the sidelines. Rogue was maybe a year or two older than her, but her face showed the signs of a much harder life. Through the stretchy black fabric that covered her from head-to-toe, Kitty could see Rogue was in fantastic shape. The skunk stripe in her hair and the firm way she set her jaw gave her an air of defiance and disgust.
“So what?” Rogue spat, “You’re gonna keep me chained up until she comes to get me?”
“No,” Xavier smiled. “We’re going to set you free, if you want-“
“-I want, so set me free.” Rogue interjected.
Xavier chuckled. “I admire your dedication to your adoptive parents, but I believe you may have been misled. We’re not here to force you to do anything. On the contrary, we are willing to give you your greatest wish.”
“My greatest wish is for you to let me go.”
Jean sneered. “I don’t think honeyed-words will work with this one, Charles.” She unclasped her satin cloak, leapt from her chair and telekinetically glided next to the captive. Jean Grey drew her coiled whip from its hook on her side and slapped Rogue across the face with the bunched leather.
“If that is the way you want it girl, we can play it your way.” The Black Queen knelt beside the stunned and bleeding girl. “I would like that,” she said as with her gloved thumb she wiped the blood from the gash she’d opened on the girl’s cheek. She licked it clean. Moaning slightly she looked Rogue in the eye, “I would like that very much.”
Kitty saw fear crawl across Rogue’s features for the first time as she tried to back away from the Black Queen.
“It don’t matter,” Rogue stammered. “You’re just gonna mess with my mind like you did Blob, Pyro and Avalanche.”
Jean smiled like the cat that caught the canary. “No I won’t. I promise,” she raised two fingers, “Scouts’ honor.”
Kitty saw Rogue’s fingers slip out of a glove and curl into a fist. Kitty sprang and caught Rogue’s forearm before she could swing.
“Don’t,” Kitty said. “It’s not worth it.”
Finding herself beset on all sides, Rogue began to panic. She pushed both women away and turned for the door.
“Enough!” Jean spat. The phoenix effect glowed around her as she reached out with her telekinesis. The forgotten chain which brought the prisoners here sprang to life and wrapped around Rogue. The fiery bird reached out a grasping wing and held the stunned southerner off the ground. She turned her to so the surprised girl could see her burning with fury. “I could do anything I want with you, absolutely anything. I could force you to clean my boots with your tongue, day and night. I could make you happy to do so, your greatest wish being the taste of my boot on your tongue…”
Jean let the fiery effect fade. “But I won’t. That’s not our way.” Her stiletto heels clicked on the floor as she rounded the table and sat back at her seat.
“She’s right, Rogue.” Xavier said. “We could. We could change your mind but with a thought of our own. But we are better than that. That is why we are offering you a choice. If you wish we will place you back in Mississippi, in Caldecot County with your blood relatives. This whole nasty business would be wiped from your memory and you could start fresh, or…”
Xavier let the pause hang in the air. “Or you could stay here with us and learn to control your powers.”
Rogue lifted a stunned eyebrow, “I have a choice?”
“Yes,” Jean said. “You’re not like the others. Avalanche, Blob and Pryo are full grown men. They have dedicated their lives to havoc and mayhem. They get off on it. They would never fit into proper society. Destiny knows why we must keep her. We would be giving this same choice to Mystique, if she was here.”
Rogue was shocked. “So I can leave if I want?”
“Not exactly,” Xavier said. “You can’t just walk out the door. We have secrets to protect and we would have to wipe this memory from your mind, but effectively you could start over.”
Rogue crossed her arms and lowered her head. Kitty remembered doing the exact same thing.
“But if I stay here with you, you’ll train me to use my powers?”
“Yes Rogue,” Xavier said calmly. “Unlike Mystique, I’ve taught many mutants how to control their gifts. Each has inherent challenges, but nothing that can’t be overcome with hard work, the right motivation and a little discipline.”
Rogue’s head was still down.
“We can teach you.” Xavier assured, “the loneliness, envy, bitterness, and despair at never being able to touch another human being; it can all go away. We can teach you to master all your powers and master yourself.” Xavier waved his hand over a black leather collar with a silver slave ring and buckle. “All you have to do is put this on and pledge yourself to our service.”
“To the X-Men?”
“No,” Charles Xavier responded, “To the Inner Circle of the Hellfire Club.”
Rogue finally looked up. Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I don’t understand what you’re saying. But don’t act like I have a choice. I got nothing to go home to in Mississippi, nothing I want to revisit. I want to learn to control my powers, but if I do I’m betraying the two people who ever gave a shit about me in my entire life. It sounds good but…” Rogue’s body racked with sobs.
Kitty stepped forward. She touched the girl on the shoulder. “Hey listen. They gave me the same choice as you…”
Rogue looked up. Her eyes were bloodshot and her teeth clenched.
“…they are as good as their word. I doubted them the same way you doubt them. It’s been a few months, but they gave me the best education, the best food, the best stuff. They let you move at your own pace and you don’t get pushed into anything until you’re ready. I know it sounds too good to be true, but putting that collar on was the best choice I ever made.”
There was a long pause as Rogue stared into Kitty’s eyes, looking for any deception. She found none.
Rogue choked down her sniffles and tears. She stood with her feet shoulder width apart, trying to find her balance. She looked Kitty in the eye, “I don’t trust them. Everything I know about them tells me not to trust them. I trust you, cause you have an honest face. Tell me true; can they really teach me to control my powers so I can touch people again.”
Kitty nodded. She went to the table and picked up the collar. Looking to the inside, she saw it was just like hers. “It’s like a game of chess, Rogue. They’re giving you the choice if you want to be on the board or not. Sure if you want to go home they can put you there, but that’s not being in the game. If you’re in the game you start off as a pawn, just like me. But if a pawn goes far enough they get promoted.”
Kitty held up the inside of the collar. “See that mark? It’s Japanese. It means ‘courage’.”
“I don’t know Japanese.” Rogue tried to smile.
“If you want they can teach you that too.”
Rogue looked at the collar. “So I put that on and I’m in the club?”
“Better,” Kitty smirked, “you’re Inner Circle.”
With a sharp intake of breath, Rogue nodded her head. “Then put me in the game. If you can teach me to be able to touch people without hurting them, I’ll be your pawn.”
Kitty smiled weakly. “OK.”
Rogue stared at her, and then stared at the collar. “Are you going to put that on me?”
“No.” Kitty shook her head, “you have to do that yourself.”
Careful not to touch Kitty with her bare fingers, Rogue took the collar from her hands and buckled it around her neck. “I’m Rogue,” she said loud enough for the rest to hear, “an’ if you swear you can show me how to touch again, I’ll be your pawn.”
Kitty reached out and wiped a tear from Rogue’s face. Their skin touched and Rogue tried to pull away. Kitty insistently stuck her hand out far enough to keep contact until her cheeks were dry. Rogue’s jaw dropped, she was aghast.
The unaffected Kitty Pryde smiled, Rogue’s collar worked the same as hers. “See, you can touch already.”
Rogue fell to the floor, sobbing again, but this time in joy. Kitty looked up at the table. The X-Men, the Inner Circle held up their glasses, “To Rogue, our latest Pawn of Hellfire.”
*****
There was a party that night, a small one with just the Inner Circle and their newest inductee. Rogue was sad, much too serious for her age, but Kitty tried to make her at home. The other X-Men welcomed her, told her about their specific duties in training her, and congratulated her courage.
Kitty felt a little odd. She didn’t get a party, but it wasn’t like she was raised by the X-Men’s enemies. Truly she wasn’t sure what she was upset about. Rogue was indeed brave, if a little cold, but she certainly did have a personality once she had a couple of drinks.
It wasn’t until an hour into the party that Kitty realized she was jealous. Rogue was getting the attention that used be hers.
Kitty bit her lip. It was petty and selfish and below her, but try as she might it still stung a little.
Kitty politely took her leave. Once in her quarters she cried for a little while, unsure of her own emotions. With melancholy she stripped and climbed into bed. She knew she shouldn’t feel this way, but she couldn’t fight it.
A half hour or so later and her door opened. “Kitten?” Ororo’s white tresses popped through the doorway, “Kitten, are you asleep?”
A little groggy she raised her head from her pillow, “No my Bishop.”
“Good,” Ororo smiled wide. She stepped inside Kitty’s bedroom and shut the door. She was still wearing her X-Men uniform. “It has been too long. Come, help me undress. I want to kiss you.”
Her melancholy mood disappeared. Kitty was on her feet in a moment, rushing over to help Ororo with her cape. The windrider chuckled at the girl’s eagerness and cupped her breast. “Naked and ready, you’re such a good Kitten.”
“I try.” Kitty said as the African goddess kissed her sweetly. She let the kiss linger for a far too long, savoring the sensation of those soft lips on her own.
“How long has it been?” Ororo moaned as her hands traced the length of Kitty’s spine and came to a rest on her bottom.
“Three days,” Kitty whispered, “too long.” She reached up to remove Ororo’s tiara, but a warm hand stopped her.
“No.” She said in her ever-pleasant manner, “let us keep that on, and the boots. But this…” Ororo tossed her hair forward and unstrapped her one-piece from behind her neck. “…this has to go.” Kitty helped her pull it down over Ororo’s ample bosom. The cloth hugged her hips and the obedient Kitty pulled it down the rest of the way. Ororo stepped out of the garment.
Kitty went to stand but Ororo pushed down on her head gently so she stayed in a kneeling position. Ororo leaned against the wall and spread her legs slightly, “Kiss me Kitten.”
Kitty did. She would have enjoyed a lot more foreplay, but Ororo had a way about her. Kitty was powerless. She wanted so badly to please this woman that she didn’t think twice. Six months ago Kitty would be revolted by the prospect of oral sex, but now she didn’t mind, not for Ororo.
“You are wonderful, Kitten.” Ororo said through her smile, “you did a fantastic thing today. The Professor tried to win her with words, Jean tried to scare her with actions, but you won her over with your honesty and your attitude. Rogue is one of us because you showed her the truth. We could never ask for a better Pawn. You are amazing…”
Kitty could hear Ororo’s breathing quicken, little moans with each exhalation urged her to keep at it.
“You are amazing… I don’t think in a hundred years we could wish for a more perfect Pawn.”
Kitty snaked her arms through Ororo’s legs and grabbed hold of the tips of her thigh-high boots. It spread the goddess’ legs a little wider and hugged her face into Ororo’s soaking sex. Kitty was in love with the sensation, the scent of it, the taste of it; it was enough to excite her. If she had a free hand she would've used it on herself, but no. This was not about her pleasure, this was about the goddess. This was about how her
little slut mouth, as Jean would put it, could bring orgasmic delight to this exotic beauty from half a world away.
“I’m going to need you Kitten… you’ll have to stay close to Rogue…” Ororo gasped and wiped the sweat from her brow. “She’s not like you Kitten… she’s jaded… she’ll need a friend… a friend like you…”
Ororo moaned an unrestricted sound that shook them both. “So good… so good…” Her eyes closed. The words were replaced with grunts. She bit down on the back of one hand while the other took a handful of brunette hair and held the slave-girl’s face in place.
Ororo Munroe shivered with joy. Kitty licked until Ororo slid down the wall in a quivering heap.
They cuddled on the floor for the next few minutes, Ororo holding Kitty to her breast and stroking her hair. “Stay close to Rogue my pet. She will need a friend like you.”
“Yes my Bishop,” Kitty said as she looked up at the African beauty, “Would you like me to finger you now?”
“I’ve already came,” Ororo laughed. She regained her feet and helped Kitty to hers. Again the women embraced in a passionate kiss. “You shouldn’t be so focused on doing things to me,” Ororo smiled warmly, “especially when I want to do things to you.”
Her hand ticked the inside of Kitty’s thigh and found her sex. An intrigued smile came to Ororo’s face. “Kitten, you are so wet. Have you been touching yourself?”
“No my Bishop,” she said, embarrassed to admit how much bringing Ororo to orgasm excited her.
Ororo’s touch was nothing like Jean’s. Instead of a forced invasion it was an invited exploration. Kitty adjusted her stance; one hand on her hip and the other resting on the back of the desk-chair she was using as a footrest. Kitty openly presented her sex for the savanna goddess’ inspection. Ororo gently stroked her, starting at her cleft she slid her middle finger between Kitty’s lips, teased entering her to only repeat from the top. The way Ororo lightly brushed her fingers over Kitty’s clit it would be hours before she came, but the way it made her feel Kitty was willing to wait.
Ororo was all smiles and pride. “The act of licking me has gotten you this wet?”
Kitty gave her a crooked grin, “Yes my Bishop.”
“So smooth,” Ororo purred, “so soft, so wet…” Ororo eyes lit up. “Do you know how that makes a woman feel? To know that the very act of giving her pleasure has made another woman this excited?”
“No my Bishop.”
“Come,” she took Kitty by the hand and laid her on the bed. Ororo straddled the girl’s hips, her thigh-high boots on the outside of Kitty’s legs. She leaned over and kissed her, the tiara held back her flowing white hair admirably. “Tomorrow is Saturday. You have no lessons, so we have many hours to play. I’m going to take my time with you tonight my perfect little pawn.”
