Hellefire Ascendant - Part 3 - Making a Hellion

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Hellfire Ascendant

Chapter 3

Making a Hellion

"Please enjoy."

With that the doors close as Emma Frost takes her leave. Illyana Rasputina, Theresa Cassidy and Monet St. Croix relax into the comfort of the velvet-lined couches of the opulent drawing room. Pleasantries were exchanged and vessels of a strong cordial provided to the young women. They sip while chatting, enjoying the company and the sweet taste of the strong spirit.

"My friends, this is the life." Illyana salutes raising her crystal flute to the others.

"From a castle gone to seed in County Cork to the height of society." Theresa returns the salute with a toss of her red hair and twinkle in her bright blue eyes. "Must be luck of the Irish."

"Most fortunate," the dusky hued Monet St. Croix concurs. Still she feels the need to caution her compatriots, "Do not celebrate prematurely. We haven't been inducted into this organization."

Nodding in agreement their tone of conversation grows slightly more somber. Each thinks about how tonight they need make the best impression possible.

* * * * *

"Please disrobe," Caliban repeats again. All four girls react; three in shock and one as told.

They stand in a large industrial laundry room somewhere in the back of the Hellfire Mansion. Four wicker baskets are arranged on the floor waiting to be filled as the gaunt, pale, yellow-eyed man instructed.

"What?" Angelica asks. Of the assembled girls, the fiery redhead has the most spunk. Kitty tries to recall where she has seen her before. For the life of her she can't. Her mind is busy trying not to process Caliban's request.

"Disrobe." Caliban answers shyly, more asking than commanding. "The uniform, undergarments, shoes and jacket don't belong to you. They are the property of Queen Emma's Massachusetts Academy. Take your clothes off and place them in the basket. She wishes to have them washed before issuing them to other students."

Before Caliban was done with his explanation, Xi'an Coy Manh had finished. The neatly folded uniform, undergarments and shoes fill her basket. Her long luxurious hair flows over her shoulders and down her chest, covering much of her coppery skin. She sweeps her jet-black mane behind her head revealing all it had concealed. Unabashed she stood naked before the pale creature and her former classmates.

Kitty couldn't look away. It wasn't Xi'an's smooth skin, trim figure or her small yet firm breasts with the chocolate nipples. Kitty couldn't look away because she knows the secret Xi'an kept for years. Kitty knows that Xi'an Coy Manh is a lesbian. She told her last year... in a bar... in Chicago.

"Is everything all right Katherine," Xi'an earnestly asks. Kitty blinks, realizing that she was staring. Xi'an senses her conflict. She leans in close and whispers into Kitty's ear, "Take off your clothes. It's easier when you're not the only one. Trust me."

Kitty shakes the cobwebs from her mind. Looking over Xi'an's naked shoulder she sees that Allison and Angelica have reluctantly started to strip.

"Sorry Xi'an," Kitty starts while unbuttoning her jacket. "I'm just a little shy." While that was mostly true she was in a situation where nudity would not be easy. Kitty would trust Xi'an with her life... but this wasn't her Xi'an. This was a stranger from some other dimension of space/time, similar but not the same. Maybe she didn't have Xi'an's sense of honor. To further complicate things their proctor, Caliban, once kidnapped Kitty and tried to force her into marriage. Getting naked was not as easy as normal by any means.

Regardless of who was watching, Kitty does the deed. While removing her blouse she finds the one thing that Kitty can positively guarantee was not Emma Frost's property. On a simple chain around her neck hangs a Star of David. Slipping the religious symbol off Kitty palms it, refusing to let it go.

Moments later the baskets were filled. The four indentured servants stand stark naked. Caliban collects the baskets. "Follow me, please." With that the gaunt manservant disappears into the makeshift walls of hanging linens. The four naked young women follow.

Kitty lags behind the rest, lost in thought. A thousand questions flare in Kitty's brain. "Okay, you've been in tougher situations than this. Figure it out. Was this some sort of body switch? No this feels like my body. Time travel? While I could have been thrown back in time; Karma, Magma and Caliban as well seems very unlikely. Maybe I got sucked into an alternate dimension? Possibly, it would explain several things..."

The feeling of fingers wrapping around her wrist interrupts Kitty's thought. Xi'an gently tugs Kitty forward.

"You must keep pace Katherine." Xi'an warns. "It has been my experience that slaves who move too slowly are spurred faster by whips."

Xi'an gives a playful smile, trying to give a flash of humor with her advice. Katherine can't help but notice the sparkle in Xi'an's puppy brown eyes, the bemused curls in the corners of her small mouth. She looks like someone trying to improve the mood. Yet there was something amiss.

Kitty can sense Xi'an's hesitation. "Is she trying to support me or looking for it herself? Should I..." Kitty concludes, "I'm going to need all the friends I can get."

With a deft twist of her wrist Kitty slips free and in one motion takes Xi'an's hand into her own. Xi'an's questioning gaze meets Kitty's reassuring smile. Their fingers interlock. Their sweaty palms press together. The contact reaffirms them both. They are not alone as long as they have one another.

Holding hands both young women follow the pale herald into an uncertain future.

* * * *

Illyana giggles in delight. The cordial had gone to her head a bit but this new sensation was truly intoxicating. With her eyes shut she sits in an ivory basin filled with hot, lavender scented water. The carriage ride had taken much out of her that was quickly being replenished.

Outside the bath a maid kneels behind her, combing her long blonde locks, removing the knots and trimming the split ends. To her left another maid manicured her, massing the hand while shaping the nails. A third maid was running about the tiled room somewhere but Illyana had lost track. Before, that one had the task of scrubbing her body vigorously. Once that chore was done she had dedicated herself to keeping Illyana's glass full. That particular duty currently required attention.

"Maid, more spirits." Illyana snapped.

With her eyes closed in rapturous pleasure, Illyana could hear a door open and rustling about the room. The wineglass is taken from her hand. "Good," she thinks, "it is nice to see that being a guest has its privileges."

"I hope you don't mind," a cool, familiar feminine voice interjects, "but I've taken the liberty of changing your beverage."

Illyana opens her eyes. First she sees the ice water in her glass. Second she sees the offender. Emma Frost stands before her in a voluminous white robe.

"Ms. Frost, this is an unexpected surprise." Illyana sits up straighter, not liking the way her last statement came out. Backtracking she tries to apologize, "This is an unexpected pleasure, Ms. Frost."

"I'm afraid that the other baths are currently occupied by your fellow alumni. I need to wash and relax before this evenings festivities."

Illyana's mind raced. "This is some sort of test. Should I get out and offer it to her?" She was about to speak when another thought crosses her mind. "No. I am graduated. She may be a queen in this secret society but I am not yet a member. As of this moment we are equals."

Emma Frost looks at Illyana puzzled. Try as she might, she is not able to read this girl's mind. She never could. That is how she knew Illyana was a 'person of power' (like herself), to begin with. As frustrating as that was, she had watched this young woman grow. She had molded her into her own image. Now was the time of her final examination and it consists of only one question. "Is Illyana Rasputin up to the challenge?"

Illyana's sky colored eyes meet Ms. Frost's sapphire blues, "Please. Join me."

"Thank you." A platinum blonde chambermaid steps forward. She ties Emma Frost's hair into a loose bun. A silver comb keeps the blonde tangle in place. Emma Frost unties her robe. The maid catches it and takes the garment away. Immediately another maid brings her a glass, ice musically rattling as it finds her delicate hand. Emma sips the crystal clear liquid from the Champaign flute, for a long second she stands motionless enjoying the taste.

Illyana Rasputin gets an excellent view of what few people ever have, will or could hope to see. Emma Frost's naked body is a magnificent sight to behold. Her skin is spotless, smooth like unblemished pearl. Her blonde hair flows behind her like streaks of moonlight. Her arms and legs are slender and sleek. Her breasts are impossibly perfect; they defy gravity with their size and shape. Her tummy looks muscular, tight and sexy. Her tiny feet, shaven femininity and gorgeous backside; everything about her was a temple to erotic desire. Emma Frost is pure cold calculating lust.

Illyana realizes what few could ever know, "Her body is symmetrical. From her icy eyes to the slit between her legs, each part is exactly the same size and shape as its compliment. Everything is spaced exactly right. Even her lips, nipples and labia are all the same healthy shade of pink. Her body is absolutely perfect. She can't be human. Her body is art."

Emma steps into the steamy water. The chambermaids rush forward with sponge and brush. They delicately wash, scrub and rinse her magnificence as if she was made of crystal. The maids retreat once the job is done.

Illyana extends her free hand to Ms. Frost, helping to lower her former teacher into the ivory basin. Water spills over the sides, displaced by Emma's body. The tub was roomy when it was just Illyana, but now it seems much smaller. There was no way to coexist without touching. Illyana abandons the notion. Their legs entangle in a search for comfort. Finally they come to an agreeable arrangement; Illyana has one leg over Ms. Frost's and the other under. Her skin feels cool in comparison to the heat of the water.

The platinum chambermaid, Gwendolyn Stacy, picks up a brush with the intent of working on the newcomers' hair when she is stunned into place. Both women sit with their head and upper torso out of the sudsy water. Both hold their wineglasses in their right hand. The profiles of their faces... the resemblance is striking. Illyana could be a younger version of the White Queen herself. Pushing the distraction away Gwendolyn kneels behind the Queen, carefully removing the silver comb and brushing the royal tresses.

"Tell me Illyana, are you enjoying your stay?"

Illyana gulps, slightly intimidated by Ms. Frost's manner and tone. "I like it here very much. The decorum is splendid, the servants attentive and the company is..." Illyana searches for the perfect word, "...astonishing, to say the least."

Emma Frost smiles. "You are a most gracious guest, Ms. Rasputin. Thank you for accepting my invitation." Emma presents her glass to Illyana in salute. "To your health."

Illyana returns the motion and drinks from the glass. She immediately knew it wasn't water as she initially surmised. This taste was familiar and fantastic. Fine vodka, aged and chilled to perfection. The exquisite taste triggers long forgotten memories. The a gentle snowfall on a Russian winters' night, enchanting music played before a roaring fire, it was the night when she had first been kissed. Undoubtedly the best times of her young life were over an open bottle. The taste reminds her of home, family and love.

"I'm glad you like my selection."

Slowly Illyana is brought back to the present. With a psychic nudge from Emma Frost the servants file out, leaving them alone.

"I have secret matters to discuss with you Illyana." Taking another sip for courage, Illyana listens intently with the knowledge that her future would depend on this.

"We have much in common, you and I. We are children of privilege, noble spirits and fair beauties." Emma pauses to let that sink in, all of her students know that she did not complement easily. "Of all my students, you have the most potential. You're smart, witty and driven. Combine that with your physical beauty, fortune and 'hidden talents'. You are the total package Ms. Illyana Rasputin, my finest accomplishment as a mentor."

Illyana knew this wasn't exactly true. "Please Ms. Frost, I mean no disrespect but Theresa is generally considered the best looking, Katherine the smartest and Monet is definitely the richest. You flatter me but I'm not deserving of your praise."

"Do not do that ever again!" Emma snaps sharply. "Do not doubt yourself! Never be ashamed of anything you do! Shame and doubt are for lesser creatures! You and I are better than that, better than they are!" Emma takes a quick breath, letting her anger cool. "One of the reasons I have amassed so much power is because I will not be shamed. I can not be intimidated or cowed by man, beast or god. That is what we are to them Illyana, make no mistake. We are gods and their only purpose is to serve us." Emma finishes staring at Illyana coldly and taking a sip of her vodka.

Illyana hears the words and wants them to be true.

"You're superior to the other students because you do not let anything stand in your way."

This shocks the Russian beauty, but she does her best not to let it show.

"I like that, Illyana. Your undaunting nature is an admirable quality."

Illyana shows no emotion as Ms. Frost has taught her.

Bending her legs, Emma Frost eases down into the sweltering soapy water. Her tremendous bosom drops below the waterline. Water trickles over the sides of the ivory tub. Her decent is stopped as her smooth sex comes into contact with the prickly pubes between Illyana's legs.

A little gasp escapes Illyana, the initial contact sends a shudder of pleasure through her system.

"My darling Illyana, do you understand? I want you in this society." Emma's free hand disappears under the water. Illyana feels the delicate fingers caress her calf. "I want you by my side, Illyana."

Illyana does nothing to stop Ms. Frost. She has admired her for years. Secretly she has wondered how such a beautiful woman made love. Illyana didn't react because she didn't want to seem eager.

"I can guarantee you a place in this organization. Tomorrow you will present yourself to the Council of Choosing and we will vote 'yea or nay' on your membership." Emma Frost contracts her abdomen, the motion rubbing her naked sex against Illyana's. Illyana was more prepared this time. The she did not react outwardly, but inwardly she desires more.

"I have much influence in the Council, I can make this happen for you." Emma frost sits up, the action brushing their clits together. Emma rocks gently against Illyana's rosebud. "I can make it happen for you, Illyana. All the power, all the pleasure you deserve and more. All you have to do is pledge yourself to me."

Illyana can't talk. She is far too aroused. If she opens her mouth the only thing that will come out is a moan of desire. Still rubbing against her Ms. Frost stares her sapphire eyes into Illyana's deep blue. Illyana looks down trying to avoid her piercing gaze. Instead she sees the sudsy bubbles run rivulets down Emma's magnificent breasts which gently jiggle as she grinds their sexes together.

"Illyana..." she whispers sultrily.

The Russian beauty looks away and downs the rest of her drink. Emma grabs the glass and throws it away. The crystal shatters on the tile.

"Illyana..." her breathy voice whispers again. Illyana tries to resist.

"Join me..." her loins ached for her.

"Illyana..." Emma's free hand grabs the back of Illyana's neck, pulling her upright and pressing their foreheads together.

"I want you..." she couldn't take this much longer.

"Illyana..." her resolve begins to wane.

"Join me..." she could feel it build toward an inevitable climax.

"Emma..." Her hesitant lips form the word, her panting lungs made her beg. "I..."

"Illyana... I want you... join me..."

She crumbles. A breathy whisper escapes like air from a balloon. She tells her everything she wants to hear. "Emma... I pledge... myself... to you... body... and soul... my Queen."

Emma pulls her prize to her, crushing their bodies together. Emma orgasms just as Illyana reaches her screaming climax. Both loose themselves in the throws of passion.

Afterward they kiss long and deep, not as teacher and student but sovereign and subject.

* * * * *

Kitty stands in a washtub. Caliban's hands run a wet sponge over every crevasse of her body. While Kitty finds it more than a little uncomfortable, the gaunt figure has not tried to take any liberties. She had seen him do this routine three times before, she knew what came next.

Dropping the sponge into the water he picks up a small cask and brush with his long fingers.

"Arms out please," He asks in an even tone. Kitty complies. He brushes warm foam under her arms. Taking a straight razor, he removes the unwanted hair.

"You are different from the others Ms. Katherine." Kitty is somewhat surprised to be addressed as a human being. Looking about the room she confirms that the others have left, gone to an adjoining room to get their hair and make up done.

"What do you mean by different?" she asks pensively.

Finishing that portion of the task he kneels before her. "Spread your legs please," in the same even voice as before.

Kitty reluctantly does as told, "Do you have to?"

"Queen Emma demands it," Caliban explains while applying the foam. "Besides, the younger you look the better price you'll take." Caliban picks up the straight razor, "Don't worry Ms. Katherine. I'm very gentle."

Kitty closes her eyes as she feels the metal touch her skin. He first instinct is to phase and avoid the chance of injury altogether. She catches herself, unsure if the phase will release the other personality occupying her body.

Kitty tries to distract herself by asking the same question again. "What do you mean by different, Mr. Caliban?"

Caliban's big yellow eyes focus on the task at hand while he speaks. "You do not shy away from my touch. I have had this job for years and everyone fears my ugly face, at least at first. Yet you do not Ms. Katherine. Why is that?"

"Kitty feels the cool air on her private region and suppresses a shudder. "Because I need your help Mr. Caliban."

"There is no escape." He states this as factual as the time.

"I'm not trying to escape. I need you to hold something for me."

Caliban looks up confused. Kitty holds out her clenched left hand, opening it she lets the chain drop. A Star of David dangles on the end. "I'm asking you to hold this until my servitude is done. It is all the I own and very precious to me."

Caliban watches the star spin. He looks up at Kitty puzzled. "Why me?"

Kitty swallows hard, she is going out on a limb and hoping that this mutant has a shred of the same fiber as the one she knew. "I trust you." Kitty didn't even convince herself with that one. "You saved me from the coachman's whip. I'm trusting you because I sense honor in you and..." Kitty looks into his jaundiced eyes and sees tears forming in the corners, "...I need a friend."

Caliban nods his head in silent affirmation. She gives him the icon and he places it in his pocket. He finishes his task in silence, every so often wiping his tears.

Rinsing her he towels her off and sets her toward the door. "I will keep this for you Katherine. Your secret is safe with me."

Kitty looks over her shoulder. Here she stood, naked in a chemical smelling laundry, possibly in another dimension and the only true friends she's found is a misshapen mutant who would be chased down with pitchforks if he ever ventured into the street.

Kitty can see the real beauty in this ugly place.

Turning she wraps her arms around Caliban's arms and chest, giving him a big hug. "Thank you." She kisses his cheek. Caliban blushes to an unhealthy shade of pink.

Turning and waving goodbye Kitty walks through the door.