500 Miles
Hellfire
By Princess Alexandria
The dark wood wall was what she noticed first and Christy yelped as she saw herself being tossed at it. The body in her way had her trying to twist out of the way and praying it would work just this once. It didn't work, it never did. Her body ached as she was slammed into her double and the door. The door cracked and broke. Christy landed on the floor inside of another room.
"Don't move." A cold and familiar voice had her slowly raising her head to see she wasn't going to have to hunt Emma down.
"Oh shit, wrong Emma." She muttered as she took in the clothes this double of her lover wore. Thigh high boots were accompanied by panties and a corset. A white cape and long white gloves finished the look. Christy stared up at the White Queen.
A click of a gun had her head turning to take in another familiar face, this time dressed in a black copy of Emma's outfit. "Tessa." She nodded just a little and sighed. Tessa had a gun on her.
"What do we have here?" A deep male voice had her cringing. The man that stepped closer was staring at her.
"This is Raven of the Xmen." Tessa spoke and Christy's eyes widened. An Xman? "She is so named because she has the ability to tell when people die. She also has an impenetrable psychic shield. No telepaths can read her mind."
"Sebastian, it appears our secret meeting is less than secret if the Xmen are sending their spies to us." Emma looked down at Christy with a little contempt. Christy didn't dare lower her shield when she felt the brush of a mental touch. Not now and not with this Emma.
"We may already have a spy." He squatted down in front of her and Christy moved to get away. The gun shot to the floor in front of her had her body jerk in shock.
"You shot at me." She glared at Tessa.
"You were told not to move. The next shot will get you in the leg."
"How did you find out about this meeting?" He demanded.
"I…" Christy just stared at him. She had no idea what to say.
"Speak up Xman." Emma ordered her and Christy turned to look up those long legs, it was hard not to stare. She'd only seen her lover in that outfit once, after much begging. It hadn't stayed on long.
Her voice was full of confusion. "I'm not… that is, damn." Christy sighed. "I've possessed this Raven you're talking about. I'm not her."
Emma laughed, and it wasn't a pleasant sound. She was mocking Christy with her laugh. "Oh please. If this is the best Charles can send after us I think we don't need to worry."
Two large men came in the broken door. "Take her away and lock her up in one of the rooms." Emma waved a hand for the men to grab Christy. Christy spun on her hands and kicked one man in the face as he leaned down for her. She got into a crouch and stared at Tessa, hoping she could pull this off. Christy started to run for the door, trying to get past the other man.
A black boot came into her vision a moment before Christy felt pain in her chest and another moment before she felt her back slam against the floor. "I told you not to move." Tessa kneeled right on Christy and stared down at her. "You really shouldn't have come here Raven."
Christy finally look down at her own body and she noticed she was dressed like the other women in the room, minus the cape. Tessa was staring at her when she looked back up again. That woman's eyes seemed to stare into her soul, and knowing how observant Tessa was she might actually find the little glimmer that was Christy soul. "Get up." Tessa got off of her and dragged her to her feet. This time Christy didn't fight.
The mirror caught her eye and she stared at a pale, younger, but not as young as the last body she took, version of herself. Her hair was short and wild, her muscles toned like a warrior. "I'm sure this is just a misunderstanding." She actually clung to Tessa when the men came closer. One looked pretty mad at her having kicked him.
"I think we'll continue this conversation later." Sebastian's voice held threat.
"Actually, I believe it would be better for me to interrogate her." Tessa said it so matter of factly. Christy's arms were grabbed by the men and she was held still. "Raven is more… receptive to women."
"I believe I want to be part of this interrogation Tessa." Emma spoke softly.
Sebastian laughed. "Take our pet Xmen away. We'll figure out what to do with her later."
Christy tried one more time to get away, but the men gripped her arms so hard she winced in pain and worried they'd break them if she didn't behave. She was tossed into a small room with no windows, and just a bed with one pitiful sheet laying on it.
Christy would bet money it also had a camera somewhere. She moved to the bed and sat down. She was not home. As if that wasn't bad enough she was a prisoner not five minutes after getting here. Christy felt the wave of anger and frustration grow in her chest and she screamed. Her voice echoed off the walls and her fists clenched in the effort, but no portal came. She didn't have enough left to call it.
This Christy got a shortened version of the truth. Christy muttered. "Sorry about the possession. Didn't mean to. I'll try to get out soon, but things aren't looking good."
She scooted to the middle of the bed and pulled the sheet around her. They didn't even bother to turn the heat on in here and she wasn't wearing enough to keep warm.
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It was Tessa that taught her about interrogations and the value of making a person wait. Christy remembered talking with the dark haired woman about it over a fire one night. It was a lesson that even this Tessa knew apparently. Christy felt like time was crawling with every second it felt like an hour passed. She had no idea how long she sat in the cold room, curled up on herself trying to stay warm.
She did not miss having a body. Bones to break, skin to torment with the cold. At least this body didn't need a bathroom yet, because begging for a bathroom to the hidden camera wasn't her idea of a good time. There was no telling how long her luck would last though.
They were torturing her. She knew it. The room couldn't possibly actually be this cold. An air conditioner was running. She could hear the hum. What would happen if she tried to block the vent?
Christy listened carefully and got up out of her small, warm patch on the bed. She found it along the floor behind the bed. Christy grabbed one of the pillows and crammed it tight up against the vent before crawling back into the bed. Whoever was watching wouldn't like it. Maybe they'd come.
Christy curled up tight and pulled her legs to her chest, trying to stay warm. One lousy sheet was hardly protection. "If I had something to say I'd say it for a warm fire." She muttered. Mind games weren't her strong suit and she just wanted to be warm.
"And do you have anything to say?" The voice startled her and Christy looked up to see two women, one in dark and one in light and both here to torment her. Great. Tessa repeated herself. "I asked if you had anything you wanted to tell us. I have a warmer room down the hall with that nice fire you were talking about."
Christy hated to get out of the bed, but she uncurled her body reluctantly and moved to sit. Emma was leaning against the wall and Tessa stood in the doorway. "You wouldn't believe me. I don't see the point."
"Do your teammates know where you are? It's been a while and I don't see any grand rescue missions going on." Emma sighed and moved a little closer. "A fine group you decided to be loyal to."
"I have no idea. My names Demise, and I'm new here." Christy could feel the warmth of Emma's body as the woman got closer and the cape brushed against her skin. A cape would be so nice to have right now. Somehow she knew asking Emma if she could have it wouldn't work. "I travel realities tormenting my doubles from other worlds by taking over their bodies and screwing up their lives, or in this case their missions." She glared at this Emma.
Emma leaned forward. "I don't want your little ridiculous cover. I want details and I want the name of the spy in our circle you're working with."
"And I want a hug, because you're warm. I don't think I'll get that either." Christy quipped and was a little amused by the raised eyebrow that earned her. It wasn't often she managed to surprise an Emma.
"So." Tessa spoke and Christy turned her head to watch the dark haired woman. "You still claim to be someone else?"
"Yes." Christy was getting really irritated with this line of questioning and the cold air made goosebumps grow on her skin.
"If you give us something I can make sure a real blanket is brought in here. If not your contact, then perhaps when you heard about our meeting."
"I don't have anything."
"And you won't have a sheet when we leave if you don't cooperate."
The sheet at least protected her modesty. Christy's wide eyes stared at Tessa. It was poor protection, but it was something. "But I don't know anything. I just got here two seconds before being captured, and that's a record."
Emma tore the sheet from the bed and Christy just stared. Tessa took the pillow blocking the vent. Christy stood taller and told herself that she'd suffered worse, but then she'd always had the warmth of her team on cold nights.
Eventually these women would change their tactics and Christy might actually grow to miss the cold room. The door closed and she was still on the inside.
She curled up on the mattress and tried to relax. It's hard to do when cold. She swore she could see her breath occasionally when she exhaled. She worried that sleeping wasn't a good idea when she was this cold, but sleep amazingly claimed her.
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"Emma." Christy muttered and scooted closer to the warmth. Her eyes stayed closed and she reached an arm out to pull the warmth closer. The rustle of cloth and then the soft warmth of something resting on her had Christy opening her eyes, only to see her head was resting on someone's shoulder and a white cloak covered her. She blinked a few times and moved to rest on her arms so she could look at the woman in the bed.
"Hello." Emma smirked at her. "I'm surprised you can recognize me in your sleep, but the cuddling was a nice touch."
Christy just stared at the arrogant smile on the double of her lover's face. She didn't flinch away quickly and that earned her a slightly puzzled look for just a moment.
"It really is cold in here. I'd love to be able to take you to a warmer room and talk in front of a fire." Emma gave an exaggerated sigh. "But you force me to visit here Raven."
"I don't have anything to tell." Christy's voice got softer. "Call me Christy or Demise."
"Demise is a rather dark codename." Emma's hand came to rest under Christy's chin. "You're freezing dear. I can't take you out of this room until we get something from you. Sebastian was rather clear on that."
It was so classic good cop/bad cop that Christy almost laughed. At least Emma was playing the good cop, because it would be painful to have a woman with her lover's face hurt her. Christy's voice was tired. "What if I don't have anything to give?"
"Then you'll be staying in here a long time."
Christy just sighed heavily and looked away. Emma let her have the silence as Christy tried to think, but even thinking was hard to do when she was still shaking a little from the cold.
Her bladder also stopped having mercy on her. She shook her head a little in frustration. "I need to go to the bathroom." She didn't expect to get to go. Holding it was not going to be an option for hours.
"Well, I think we can arrange something. But you aren't being left alone."
"I don't care." Christy grimaced at the idea of being watched, but it was better than using the corner of the room. So this is what being captured was like. It was not nearly as romantic as she'd imagined in her fantasies. This was a fucked up reality.
The door opened and Tessa stood there. "I'll take you." Was all she said and Emma rolled away and took the cape off of Christy. The cold air bombarded her and Christy's body tensed. She got up and moved to Tessa's side. The warmth from the hall came in and Christy got a good look at the door. It did look a little like a refrigerator door, air tight. They'd locked her in the fridge. This room was made for torture.
Her body started to shake as she followed Tessa down the hall. She hadn't realized how very cold she'd been until it felt like she was thawing. "You really shouldn't sleep when you're that cold." Tessa spoke softly as she stopped in front of a door. "You might not wake up."
"I didn't mean to."
Tessa opened the door and held it opened. "After you." Christy just groaned at the embarrassment she was about to face. She stepped into a large bathroom. There were no stalls. The toilet sat right out in the open. Tessa closed the door and leaned against it, watching her. "Go ahead." Tessa nodded to the toilet.
"You're going to stare at me the whole time?" Christy couldn't keep the incredulity out of her voice.
"I was told you aren't allowed out of that room unless I kept my eye on you every moment. That includes now." Tessa was so matter of fact about watching her.
Christy sighed heavily and moved to the toilet. With a slight glare aimed at Tessa she looked down and did her best to lower the panties and not get them caught on the boots. "Stupid outfits." She muttered as she sat down.
"I was not too fond of them myself." Tessa spoke and Christy wished she hadn't. It was hard to pee when she was being watched. She never realized how much relaxing was involved in peeing, but she was having trouble doing it. "You get used to it."
"You can't turn around for just a second?"
"No." Tessa's answer was very definite.
Christy's head hung down as she forced herself to go. She was embarrassed by the sound of water hitting water and couldn't look at Tessa as she did this. It wasn't like in a stall, where the others were going as well.
"Is anyone coming for you?" Tessa asked.
"I have no idea."
It was hard to control her hands well enough to wipe. That was embarrassing as well. Christy washed them a long time to try and get feeling back in them. It didn't make much of a difference. She wasn't back in the cold room long before she could feel the cold seeping back into them.
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The hunger was familiar. Christy found it useful, it helped keep her awake. She'd tried pacing to keep her blood moving, but now she was just too tired. She curled back up on the mattress. There was no doubt about seeing her breath anymore. It came out in white puffs. Someone had lowered the temperature even further.
"I don't know anything." She spoke loudly to whoever might be listening. She wanted to sleep so badly. Time had no meaning, but it felt like it had been a long time since she'd seen anyone. Since Tessa put her back in here. She tried to become a small ball as shivers racked her body. It wasn't long before she could barely lift her head.
"Fools." The angry voice barely registered. "What good is she if she's dead?" A fire warm hand touched her face. "Tessa, she's cold. Really cold."
"We need to warm her up gradually." A controlled, matter of fact voice spoke and Christy felt warmth touch her and pull her close.
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Christy's body shook violently and she couldn't stop her teeth from chattering. It woke her up. "Perhaps you'd like to cuddle with the icicle while I stoke the fire." An irritated voice spoke almost in her ear.
"No, I believe she's expressed a preference for your hugs Emma." Christy opened her eyes to see an amused looking Tessa in front of a fire. Christy felt arms around her, pulling her tightly up against a body she knew so well.
"C…c…cold." She whimpered as she burrowed into the blonde. "Emma, I…. I… m so cold."
"I know, we'll get you warmed up."
The bed shifted and Christy felt the covers move. Another warm body pressed against her back. "Just relax." Warm breath tickled her ear. "This is perfectly normal and the shaking will stop once you are closer to the right temperature."
"I don't l… like being cold." Christy clutched Emma to her tightly. "Please, don't put me back... please." She couldn't help starting to cry. Emma did this to her. Christy couldn't even close her hand. She had next to no control of her body. She felt so helpless.
"Shh. Just rest." Emma caressed her hair.
"I don't like being cold." Christy muttered her protest again. She felt a hand caressing her hip. Emma caressed her hair and Christy buried her head into Emma's shoulder. Christy felt a little dizzy.
"Sleep. You need the rest." The hand on her hip moved in a large circle.
"Emma?"
"Yes?"
"Tessa's touching me. Is that okay?" Christy whispered. The slow caress to her hip stopped for just a moment, before continuing.
"Do you like it?"
"Will you be mad if I said yes?"
"No." Emma chuckled.
Christy hugged Emma tighter. The effort to keep her eyes open was too hard. Christy closed them. "Love you." She mouthed before falling asleep. It was too quiet to be heard.
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It was warm. It was soft. Christy loved the feel of soft warm silk on her skin. She rolled over onto her side and gave a contented moan. "Emma, you wouldn't believe the dream I had." She muttered as she noticed the blonde watching her.
"Tell me." Emma's smile was slightly wicked.
"I was trapped in my portal, jumping worlds. You were actually dating Scott Summers." Christy grimaced. "So gross, like any version of you would be that stupid, I felt so bad for her." Christy tried to us her arm to rest on, but she was wobbly and uncoordinated. "Damn." Christy muttered as she found herself back on the bed completely again.
"Anything else?" Emma leaned a little closer. Christy stared at the woman's hair.
"You got a haircut?" Emma's hair rested just to her shoulders. "Looks nice." Christy's eyes then noticed the dark wood on the walls. She wasn't home. Her eyes darted to Emma again, taking in the eyes that looked at her with amusement, but not love. She wasn't home at all.
Christy tried to toss the sheets off of her. It took two tries. She was having trouble with controlling her arms well enough.
"Do be careful dear. I think you might be a tad overdosed on the happy juice." Christy turned to glare at Emma.
"What are you talking about?" She finally noticed her words were a little slurred.
"Cyclops, Emma?" An amused voice had Christy turning away from the blonde to see Tessa a moment before the dark haired woman gently pushed Christy onto her back on the bed again. "That really would be a poor match. How much did you give her to have such strange dreams?" Christy wondered vaguely why she wasn't fighting Tessa as the woman held her down on the bed.
"Just what I take, to endure these barbaric parties. I can't see an Xmen faring well during Sebastian's holiday festival. This will mellow her."
Tessa stared into Christy's eyes. "She's not used to drugs Emma. She's very high."
"She's right here." Christy protested being ignored while they talked about her. "Either kiss me or get away." She growled, hoping to embarrass Tessa enough to get her to pull away, but Tessa just smirked at her. Christy felt disconnected, like she was floating in her own body, or the body she was in. Whatever they gave her was better than the stuff she was drugged with in the last world.
"Interesting proposition. I'd recommend you keep comments like that to yourself tonight though. The others would take you up on it or more." Tessa leaned just a little closer and Christy's breath caught when she thought Tessa really was going to kiss her. "You've been invited to sit in on the twelve days of Christmas festivities. You really shouldn't have come Raven."
"One would almost think you're feeling sorry for her." Emma's voice drew Christy's head to the side to see Emma watching them.
"And you're the one that drugged her so this wouldn't be as hard on her. That's more merciful than normal for you Emma."
"It's hardly a mercy. I don't want to miss the party because I'm busy disciplining her." Emma's stare was a warning. "Raven, welcome to the Hellfire club."
Christy blinked in surprise as she felt a hand caressing her hip. She looked down to see Tessa's hand on Christy's naked flesh. "Why am I naked?"
"We needed to get you warmed up and took your outfit off." Tessa's caress continued. Christy felt her body starting to lean into it, even though she was sure she hadn't moved. "Emma, would you mind getting a new outfit for her?"
"I'd be insulted at being sent on an errand if I didn't see you were finally deciding to have some fun Tessa. You're normally so… serious."
Christy watched Emma get up and took in the pale skin, so much of it. Emma turned slightly and smirked at how Christy was hungrily watching her naked flesh. "I'll get dressed and go downstairs to see if I can find her something. Are you thinking black, or white?"
"She looked good in black."
"How about jeans?" Christy shook off the weird disconnected feeling for just a moment so she could make a suggestion. "And a t-shirt."
"No dear. You don't dress like that for a party like this. You're lucky we aren't taking you nude." Emma spoke and turned to the chair, which had her white barely there outfit laying on it. Christy turned to look at Tessa when Emma bent down, clearly for the benefit of the audience, to tease her.
"Sebastian doesn't want you left alone, unless it's in the cold room." Christy felt her body tense at that prospect. Tessa caressed her gently, the hand moving over her stomach in soothing circles that somehow didn't fail to arouse her. It had been months since she'd been touched like this, but this didn't feel right. Tessa was pretty, but she wasn't Emma, why did Christy want to just lay back and let Tessa touch her? "You'll have to come with us and behave or I'll have to put you back."
"I don't want to go back." Christy shook her head, trying to clear it. Whatever Emma gave her made it so hard to think clearly. It felt like she was walking through a dream.
"Then you'll wear what you're told and do what you're told, so no one has cause to punish you tonight." Tessa shook her head. "And everyone is your master here. Do you understand Raven? You're a slave tonight."
"What?" slave?
"Do stop sugar coating it Tessa." Emma's voice was cold. Christy turned to see the blonde was dressed. "You're a sex slave tonight. You might escape being touched, but it is unlikely." Emma moved to the bed and kneeled with one knee on it. She stared down at Christy and Christy felt those eyes caress her every curve. "Very unlikely. Such a beautiful, untouched, xman. You'll be popular dear, so very popular." For just a moment, Christy saw pity in Emma's eyes and that's when she knew whatever she was in for was something that would make her want to consider the cold room instead.
Emma moved swiftly, suddenly and turned to leave. "I'll get her something appropriate. Explain to her what's expected of her."
When the door closed behind Emma Christy just stared at it for a moment. "Should I pick the cold room?" She asked softly while turning to look up at Tessa.
"The party will last several hours. Being in the freezer that long would kill you Christy." Tessa's eyes softened. "I really wish I could get you out of this. Just remember, no matter what they do it's only your body. They can't touch your soul. You're protected from that."
Christy felt some tears in her eyes and she took a deep breath as she realized what was happening. "Tessa. Should I pick the cold room?" Would death be better?
Tessa's hand moved over Christy's flesh in a figure eight, from low on her stomach to just below her breasts. The touch was gentle, sensuous. When Tessa leaned down, putting her face so close to Christy's that Christy could feel the warmth of her breath she whispered. "Tonight shouldn't be too bad. This is just to scare you, let you know what you might face tomorrow if you don't talk. You're hardly the only person playing slave this year." Tessa's hand moved just a little higher, circling Christy's breasts. Christy tried to pull away, but Tessa used her other hand to hold her still. "You'll be touched. Some of it will be very intimate." Tessa's hand moved over Christy's now hard nipples. "You're doing very good Christy. Just respond like this and you'll be fine."
"I can't." Christy tried to move away, but Tessa swung over her, straddling her. "Don't." Christy found her arms being held above her head.
"If we were in the party and you refused me, I'd have the right to whip or to spank you, and some would do that with more than a little zeal." Tessa's eyes hardened. "You have to submit. I'm doing this for your own good. You have to disconnect, it is only touch. You can do this."
The door opened and Christy didn't dare look away from Tessa's commanding eyes. She could do this. Christy took a deep breath. She'd suffered through so many things, nothing like this, but that didn't mean she couldn't do this. She tried to steal her courage. She just had to survive for Emma.
Was her Emma ever like this? She wondered as she finally turned to look at the white clad figure staring at them with amusement. "You know Tessa, if you wanted a slave of your own for the night I think Sebastian would actually be pleased. You never participate more than the bare minimum. I think you should claim her as your own." Tessa moved to stop holding Christy's arms down.
"It's too early to claim one." Tessa rolled off of Christy and moved with such grace towards Emma, taking the clothes from Emma's hand.
"But not too early for you to express interest." Emma turned to look at Christy. "Wouldn't you rather be Tessa's pet than perhaps some man's or Selene's, which is just as bad if not worse. I've seen her entertainment for the night the morning after and they don't look very satisfied. They looked rather bruised actually, and I think that woman bites." Emma's smile was teasing and considering the topic, it wasn't funny.
Christy thought Emma was just a little off. A little less graceful. Emma was high. Christy was surprised to realize it. Well she had said she needed drugs to get through these parties, but the Emma in Christy's world would be very leery of going into a situation like this, which seemed dangerous, in less than peek condition.
"I don't take slaves Emma."
"No you just play them." Emma's voice got colder. "Think about it Tessa. You can switch, and here it's the Dominant ones that get respect. You could really be someone around here, but you have to play their games and beat them at it. Use her and show the others that you aren't just Sebastian's little servant. She might even like it. You are very thorough in whatever you do." Christy watched with wide eyes as those two stared at each other. Hearing Emma asking, practically ordering, Tessa to take Christy was hard to do. Emma wanted Tessa to take Christy, willing or not, to gain power. Christy's eyes showed how betrayed she felt, even though this wasn't her Emma.
"Here." Tessa moved to Christy's side and handed over the clothes. "I'll take you to the bathroom before we go so you can get ready."
"Yes, I better go now. I need to take care of some of my own preparations." Emma left, but her tone said she wasn't happy that Tessa had ended the conversation.
Christy sighed heavily and reminded herself that her Emma wouldn't do this to her. She'd seen that people could be very different in different realities, maybe her lover never was like this. Her jaw clenched as she thought of things she hadn't understood before, little comments she'd heard her Emma say that made Christy think this Emma was more like her Emma than she'd want to admit, that her lover's Hellfire club experience wasn't all that different.
She found herself following Tessa to a door in the bedroom, the bathroom was meticulous and orderly. She could try to run, but if she made it she'd still need to get this Emma to help her at some point. She couldn't exactly escape only to come back a month later and ask for help.
Could she ever trust this Emma to help her? Christy glanced at Tessa, as that woman leaned against the door again to watch her. She was feeling more safe with this woman than the double of her own lover right now and that wasn't a comfortable position to be in.
"It isn't like you left a weapon in here. Can't I just shower in peace?"
"No." Tessa just tilted her head a little and smirked. "You might as well get used to it now. Things like modesty are the first things that are ripped away from you here."
Christy did her best to ignore Tessa's staring as she showered and dressed. Her outfit this time lacked gloves or boots. The black high heels Emma brought were higher than average, and it was only hours of practice her Mystique forced her to endure to learn how to deal with heels that enabled her to do it. Christy looked in the mirror and thought Tessa looked more powerful next to her, since Tessa wore the gloves, the thigh high boots and the cloak. The dark haired woman had her sit in front of the mirror.
Tessa's sure hands moved through Christy's hair with mousse on it to try and get the wild spiky look that this double normally seemed to have. Tessa seemed to caress Christy's scalp. It felt nice and a small shiver went through Christy's body as the caress moved slowly down her neck. "I think that looks good." Tessa spoke softly while looking in the mirror. Christy studied the face in that mirror and mentally apologized to her double for whatever would happen to them now.
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"Be respectful." Tessa whispered to her as they walked closer to the sounds of laughter. "Don't give them any reason to take notice of you." Christy's heart was pounding. "Stop walking like you own the world and don't make eye contact unless they initiate it first." Christy hadn't even realized she'd started to try to take control. Her body language was a weapon, she'd learned that, but right now Tessa didn't want her to use it. Christy made an effort to pull into herself some more, to stare at the ground more.
She hadn't realized how proud a woman she was until this moment. It felt like she'd have to beg for mercy and part of her rebelled against that.
"Stop." Tessa put a hand on Christy's arm. The collar in Tessa's hand caused a small tick to start in Christy's eyes. "I know you don't have an aggressive power, but all slaves must wear inhibitor collars."
Christy took a nervous step backwards. "I can't." What would happen to her if her host's powers were shut off? Would hers be too? Her powers were all that kept her alive.
"Raven, I'm giving you an order. You aren't allowed to disagree."
"It might kill me." Christy whispered while staring into Tessa's eyes. Christy's eyes were wide. "Tessa, I really am not lying about possessing her." Tessa grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the main hall and into a room, it looked like an office. The meticulous order and several computers made Christy think this one was Tessa's.
"Is she aware?" Tessa moved to the desk and pulled out some tools. "Do your victims know what's happening?" Victims. Christy didn't like having it described that way.
"I was told they do." Christy spoke softly as Tessa opened up part of the collar. She watched as Tessa pulled a wire out, then put it back together. "You're helping me?"
"The rules of this party are hardly worth your life. You are worth more alive after all." Tessa held the collar out again and Christy leaned her head down to accept it. The click of the fastener made her flinch a little, and she found her body waiting tensely to see if she'd die. "There. Don't use your powers, and no one will be able to figure out that you could."
"Thank you." Christy took a shaky breath. Ally, she had an ally here.
"There's a hook on the collar, you might find yourself tied by it. If that happens don't struggle or you could hurt your neck." Tessa opened a drawer and pulled out cuffs, black leather, with attached rings as well. "Give me your hand. If I have you outfitted with these beforehand someone won't put more sadistic versions on you. I had this set lined to keep it from rubbing."
Christy watched as Tessa gently put the cuff on her wrist. It was soft on the inside. "I've never…" Christy swallowed hard and stared at the other cuff being put on her.
"I know." Tessa's hand moved to caress Christy's arm still so gently. "I hadn't either. I had to put in my time as a slave too Christy. It isn't just for prisoners. Emma is right. There are people out there that you don't want to find yourself kneeling in front of. I'll do what I can to help you, but I have responsibilities that will pull me away from the party often. You will be on your own."
"Emma?"
"Is going to take even more drugs and become a little more sadistic than normal. Still," Tessa paused and her hand moved to touch Christy's cheek, holding her gaze forcefully even though it wasn't needed. "If you have to pick a mistress the White Queen is kinder than the Black. Emma will humiliate you, but Selene will damage your body, Raven's body, and might try to steal your life."
"I pick… but I don't want one at all."
"You aren't picking so much as trying to encourage someone to pick or not pick you."
"Men?" Christy was panicked. This was worse than cramming for a test in college, this was danger and she had just minutes to learn to try and avoid it.
"Yes, there are men out there." Tessa's hand moved to caress Christy's neck. It felt like a lover's touch. "Hellfire women are encouraged to be bisexual, but the men aren't."
"Tessa."
"So you're gay too?" Tessa stepped a little closer and her hand moved over Christy's side to rest on her hips. "It's just touch tonight. If you find someone touching you that you don't like, think of now. Imagine it's me. You don't appear threatened by my touch. If it gets to be too much and you're near Emma and can ask without being noticed, Emma most likely has more drugs on her. She can't handle these parties without it. I never do it that way, but if you need to, do it." Tessa's eyes stared into her own. "And Raven, maybe now would be a good time to think of other things." Christy felt like that comment wasn't for her, but that Tessa was trying to talk right to her double. There was a softness in Tessa's voice that Christy had heard a few times, but never with witnesses. She strongly suspected that Tessa knew Raven, but that it was a secret. But if Raven was an Xmen, the Xmen weren't supposed to know about how Xavier forced Tessa to be a spy here, in this hell. Christy felt a wave of anger at the man again, just like when she'd heard the story for the first time from the Tessa she worked with.
There was little doubt in her mind that if her double was here because of a spy, it would be because of Tessa. Sadly that meant that Tessa was forced to interrogate her, while hoping Christy never talked.
Tessa suddenly stood straighter. "Kneel." The command was so sudden and Tessa's stance changed so quickly that Christy fell to her knees immediately. The click of the door behind her as it opened explained the change. Tessa's voice was like it had been before, a touch cold, more than a touch commanding. "I expect you to sit on the floor, never a chair, during the party. Sitting, for you will be kneeling on the ground."
"Are you instructing her?" Sebastian's deep voice filled the room. He sounded a little surprised. Christy started to turn towards the door, but a glare from Tessa stopped her. Christy stayed kneeling in front of Tessa, staring at the woman's pale skin between the tiny panties and the corset. It was right in front of her eyes.
"There is no need for her to be damaged because I didn't tell her the rules." A soft touch caressed Christy's cheek. "It would be a shame if her lovely skin was marred by a whip."
That got nothing but silence for a moment. Christy heard his heavy footsteps moving around behind her and she could feel eyes on her. It was a struggle to not flinch as a large hand moved to touch her shoulder. "Raven." Sebastian spoke and Christy found her eyes traveling up to Tessa's first, unsure of what she was supposed to do. Tessa nodded and Christy turned her head to look up at the man.
Sebastian, instead of talking to her, looked over at Tessa. His eyes held a question, which he didn't ask. He turned to look at Christy again. "I did a little research of my own, and the Xmen don't know where you are. They don't even appear to be concerned. We could keep you indefinitely and they wouldn't think to check here would they?" He stopped talking and looked at her expectantly.
His eyes narrowed dangerously as she didn't answer. She didn't know what to say. She'd told them she wasn't Raven, but no one but Tessa listened to her when she said that. "Answer him, Raven." Tessa commanded and Christy caught the slight inflection to her double's codename.
"They don't know." She could assume that from what Sebastian told her. "I was acting on my own."
"And why my dear did you do that?" His hand was still on her and Christy could feel his thumb caressing her neck. Her skin crawled and she just wanted to bat his hand away. She noticed Tessa move to hold her own elbow, and how her thumb moved like Sebastian's was. Pretend it's Tessa, that's what Tessa wanted. Christy forced her body to stop tensing up.
"I thought I could do it." Christy struggled with making vague explanations that might be the truth. "I just wanted to see if I could. Cyclops doesn't…" Her words trailed off a little nervously as his hand continued to touch her, moving a little lower, just above her breast.
"I believe she's talking about Cyclops' tendency to underestimate her, because her powers aren't aggressive." Tessa filled in the gap that Christy suspected might be there.
"Is this true? Are you here to prove yourself?" Sebastian sounded amused. "Well, you'll certainly be proving yourself here." The hand finally moved away and when Christy sighed in relief Tessa glared at her again. Okay, so that was a mistake too. "I'll see you ladies in the party soon." It was a command.
"Of course." Tessa nodded a little submissively herself. "I just have a few more instructions for her before I let her loose among the wolves."
"And they are wolves dear." Sebastian warned her. "If you find it's too much for you, just point out the spy and I'll let Tessa take you back to her room." Chances were pretty good if Christy pointed out the spy, she'd be spending time with Tessa, but it wouldn't be in Tessa's room. Now Christy found she was going to endure this for Tessa.
When he closed the door Tessa waited just a moment. "Stand up." The gentle tone was still missing, and that's how Christy knew they weren't really alone yet. She was unsteady on her feet as she struggled back up while wearing those heals. It didn't help that she was still a little off balance from the drugs. "I have more cuffs, these are for your ankles."
…………….
Her eyes widened as she got to the doorway and Tessa allowed her to stop walking for just a moment and stare. It was like a perverts Disneyland in there, a sex addicts Christmas. Garland and lights lined the ceiling and encircled various railings and what looked to Christy to be torture devices. A man was strapped to an x shaped cross and a woman dressed like Tessa was caressing his back with a whip, standing so close to him.
"That's the St. Andrews cross." Tessa spoke quietly, explaining it. "Don't let Selene get you on that if at all possible. That's Selene." Tessa indicated another woman in black sitting at a table talking with a group of people.
Just seeing so many women walking around barely dressed like this was strange, but it was clear now that it was the boots, cloaks, and gloves that marked a woman as not a slave. Other women dressed like Christy were sitting on laps, or by other people on the floor. Some were serving drinks to people. The room was huge, and it was just grotesque that she could hear Christmas music playing in the background of this.
"That is the Catherine Wheel." Tessa pointed out another device in yet another darkened corner of the room. "That's another toy to avoid if possible, but if not… close your eyes or you'll get sicker. I'm sure anyone getting you on that will want to spin it fast, instead of what its meant for."
"Something like that's supposed to be sexy?" Christy gave Tessa a doubtful look.
"This is about power. They use sex to show it, but it's about power." There were other things Christy wanted to know, but Tessa stood more rigid and Christy lowered her eyes.
"I heard it, but I wasn't sure I should believe it." A woman spoke and Christy still didn't know if she was supposed to look. "Raven. I've heard of her."
"Yes Jacqueline, I'm sure you have." Tessa spoke calmly. "Raven." Tessa commanded and Christy looked up at her. "Go to the bar, and tell them I want a drink. They'll give you my regular and bring it back."
"Yes Mistress." Christy noticed a moment of surprise in Tessa's eyes, but there was no way Christy was not hiding behind Tessa tonight. It was more than worth a little bruised pride to have Tessa be the only one touching her.
And when did that become okay?
"Oh Tessa, I did not know you'd acquired such an in demand slave. I had heard she'd be on the market during the auction, everyone's talking about bidding on an actual Xman." Christy walked away, while wishing she could hear the rest of that. Auction didn't sound good, and Raven really shouldn't have joined the spandex crew.
As the bartender got her order Christy allowed herself the small fantasy of how this might have gone so much better if she had jumped into her double outside of the Hellfire club at least. If she'd been able to find Emma outside of these walls, would the blonde have been more approachable? Or would Christy have trusted her too quickly and been mindraped by her lover's double when she let the shield down. That wasn't a pleasant thought either. Maybe it didn't really matter where she showed up.
Christy's body tensed as she felt someone run their hand slowly over her ass. Her instinct was to fight and she did her best to just stay standing and waiting. Emma's voice was a bit of a relief. "I guess miracles can't be expected in an hour of training, if you even got that."
"I had a shower." Christy glanced at the blonde now leaning against the bar next to her. "Training was more like fifteen minutes."
"Oh, you poor dear." Emma smirked at her. "I'm surprised that Tessa let you wander over here unsupervised."
"Here you go slave." The bartender handed her a glass, while leering at her openly. Again there was little she could do. Christy nodded thanks and reached for it.
"No, no no." Emma corrected her quickly. "You say thank you Master. Everyone, but those dressed as slaves are your Master and you must show them respect."
"Thank you Master." Christy spoke quickly and he's oily grin made her a little sick, but she took the drink he offered.
"I'm surprised an Xman caves so quickly." Emma moved to walk with her across the room. "Where is that hero pride?"
"Pride is a luxury I don't think I can afford right now." Christy answered honestly.
"You're smart, you can't afford it." Emma was clearly intrigued by her. Christy glanced at the woman when Emma took her arm and stopped her walking towards where she'd left Tessa. "But you're teammates would have tried to escape by now and you're still here, playing slave."
"There are guards on all the exits, two." Christy sighed. "That's what I can see. I thought about it, but I'm not really dressed for a fight am I?"
"I can fight in this." Emma motioned to her outfit.
"I can barely walk in this." It was best if people underestimated her, but it looked like her quick surrender was just as suspicious as anything else she might have done. Christy bowed her head a little. "Mistress, may I be excused? Mistress Tessa did order this drink after all."
"You are excused for now slave." Emma let her go and Christy endured a few touches as she made her way through the crowd, a hand on her rear, someone brushing up against her chest. They were hardly accidents, but much easier to ignore if she just focused on her goal. Tessa.
Tessa was talking with Jacqueline still, but Christy noticed the slight nod in her direction and what looked like some approval in her eyes. For such a warrior and leader, Christy was surprised by how good that little bit of acknowledgment felt. "Mistress." She held the glass out and Tessa took it gracefully to her lips, tasting it.
"Very good." The other woman was obviously staring at her. Tessa reached out with the hand that wasn't holding her glass and looped a finger through the ring on Christy's collar, pulling her closer. Christy took a step closer to keep from being tugged. "Good girl. Fast learner." Tessa gave her a slight smile before turning her eyes to the woman next to her. "Raven here was caught inside the club. She'd managed to steal an outfit and walk among everyone for an hour before we caught her."
"She's very pretty." Christy saw the warning in Tessa's eyes just a moment before she felt hands on her back. Jacqueline's fingers traced the toned muscles of her double's body, caresses shoulder blades. "An Xmen. I've seen them on TV, but I only saw this one a few times." Christy filed that information about her double away as she did her best to pretend it was Tessa touching her. Tessa's hands that trailed down her back, and cupped her butt, squeezing as if testing a melon. Christy's eyes widened in shock.
Tessa herself reached out and caressed Christy's hair, while the older woman behind Christy ran hands back up her back. Thank god for people with odd fetishes and attractions. Jacqueline was more interested in Christy's back than her ass.
Emma's question about running ran through her head again and she asked herself that. Why didn't she just run? She might make it.
Then what? Tessa's sharp eyes stopped Christy from sighing when Jacqueline finally took her hands off of her. "She's a racehorse. I would be willing to bid on her, but if the Royalty take notice I don't have the points. Such a shame." The slap to her ass tossed Christy forward a little in shock, the noise was loud but it didn't really hurt. "She seems easy to train." Jacqueline had no idea how close that woman came to getting punched. Christy unclenched her fist slowly as Jacqueline walked away.
"Not bad, but you need to do better." Tessa spoke softly to her, while still holding onto the collar. Christy just sucked in a deep breath and lowered her head. This was going to be so hard. She felt humiliated and it wasn't even her body. "Come, the show is about to start."
Christy followed Tessa to a couch and when Tessa took a seat on the edge, Christy stared for just a moment, wondering where she was supposed to be.
"Kneel here." Tessa pointed to a spot on the side of the couch. Christy did what she was told and eyed the ring in the floor curiously. "If you were mine, purchased, then I'd have a leash on you to show the others you were already taken, and I'd be able to tie you to that." Tessa explained without even taking her eyes off of what looked like a raised stage now, with the lights on it, as if a play were about to happen.
That man on the cross was wheeled out, cross and all and placed in the middle of the stage. His shirt was off and he wore what amounted to a thong. It was one of the few, very few, men dressed as a slave. Christy started to glance around to see if she could spot any other men like that. Tessa's hand on her head gently encouraged her eyes back to the stage. "If you don't talk, I hear tomorrow you'll be on that stage as the opening act."
Christy's eyes widened at that, because there was no way she'd talk. She was going to be up there. Bared?
A woman came out, wearing the gloves and boots, but no cape. In her hand was a whip. Oh god. Christy turned to stare at Tessa, who just nodded at her, telling her silently to watch.
The crack of the whip made her flinch violently back as the man was hit the first time. "What did he do?" People were casually watching this, as if it were the news and not a man being whipped.
"Oh he just lost a bet. Bored millionaires are dangerous creatures." The whip cracked again, and Christy's body jerked a little in sympathy. "Silence, just watch." Tessa spoke before Christy could ask anything else. By the time the whipping was done, he was hanging from his bonds weakly and sweat shown in the lights, making him glisten. The angry red marks on his back glared at her and Christy just stared as they wheeled the cross to the corner for him to hang a little longer. Christy noticed a few people walking over to look at his back, a few women caressed his hurting flesh.
"How did you like the show?" Sebastian was there suddenly and Christy cursed herself for being so distracted that she didn't notice the mountain of a man walking up to them.
"I've never seen…" She started to talk as she turned to answer only to stop mid sentence and stare at what was happening at the table behind him. "Oh my god." Her eyes widened.
The sharp slap to her head startled her and Christy turned to glare for just a moment, until she saw Tessa's face. "Sorry Mistress." Christy stared down at the floor. Those people were having sex right on the table and the others at the table just watched.
"You lived a pretty sheltered life as an Xmen." Sebastian chuckled at her. "But we'll beat that out of you." He glanced behind him then back at Christy. "Tomorrow you can be the main entertainment, and who knows… maybe the day after that you can be the table entertainment." His words were so casual. Christy's fists clenched and she glared up at him, while now being able to hear the sounds of sex from just a few feet away.
He squatted down in front of her. "There's the Xman I knew was hiding behind all that submission." His voice was threatening. "We will teach you what real submission is." His large hand reached out and grabbed the ring on her collar, dragging her forward and making it hard to breath. "I'll get what I want out of you one way or another." His eyes leered at her. "Give it up Xman. You're the most pathetic one, you aren't a challenge. We will break you." He shoved his hand back shoving Christy back so she fell onto her butt. "We will break you." He repeated as he got up, and he just nodded to Tessa before turning to leave.
"Kneel." Tessa's voice was cold. "And stay." Christy watched in dismay as Tessa moved to follow Sebastian, leaving Christy alone at the orgy.
She looked up at the table again and couldn't help watching, it was like her eyes were magnetically attached to the man harshly fucking a girl dressed like Christy on the table. When he finished Christy had to look away in disgust as another man stood up. At least that woman didn't look upset with it, but it just seemed sick. Did she even know those men?
There were other people, in couples, in groups, on couches or tables, all doing the same thing. There were others just talking and watching the action. Emma, thank god, was just sipping a glass and talking with someone. Emma's head turned and her eyes caught Christy's. A slow smile came to the blonde as Emma said something to her companion. Then they laughed. Christy couldn't help the embarrassed blush that came to her cheeks. This was by far the worst Emma she'd met, but it still hurt that Emma was laughing at her.
Christy's eyes moved to the doors. There were two, one which she'd come in and another set. She knew she hadn't seen an exit on her way in, so maybe it was out the other doors.
She'd never been out of this building in this world. She'd never seen the doors. Her double had a better chance of escaping than she did, but unfortunately she was in charge. She eyed the men obviously guarding the door and tried to gauge if she could get past them. If they were human, yes she could slip past them, but they could be mutants. This place had a lot of mutants, it could even be a guest that took her down.
She didn't want to go back to the cold room, but she didn't want to submit to these monsters either. It was different submitting to Tessa and Emma. Christy blushed when she thought about how much she'd submitted to already, but they weren't… as bad.
The soft squeak of the couch drew Christy's eyes to yet another person that managed to sneak up on her. Christy stared up into the eyes of Selene and swallowed hard before turning back to stare at the floor, hoping that she'd be invisible. "You are so incredibly full of life. It blinds me." Selene spoke, and something about her words and her tone made Christy think of a vampire. Christy sat still. "I am talking to you slave."
"Life?" Christy finally asked as she glanced at the other woman, keeping her eyes down more respectfully than normal, because both Emma and Tessa told her to fear this one. "I'm full of death."
"No, you could be my sister in powers. I can see it. You take lifeforce as well. You feed on what I feed on." Selene was staring at her and Christy felt a tug inside. It wasn't a telepathic attempt, Selene had tried that and given up quickly. "Can you see their life force. Can you see it leaving them when you feed? Can you feed actively or do you just wait like I heard you did, wait like a spider for its prey?"
Selene was too interested. Christy would have walked away if she were free to. "I can't take. When people die it just hits me."
"Life shines like a star, and you shine like the sun. You must have taken many deaths into yourself." Selene was seeing the real her then, and that wasn't good. She couldn't explain away being exposed to that much death.
The tugging sensation increased started to hurt. "What are you doing?" Christy backed away from the woman, while raising her shields up higher than normal. She envisioned her mind being completely encapsulated in her shield, and the tugging stopped.
"Amazing. You can stop me." Selene leaned closer to her and Christy scrambled backwards, running into someone's legs.
"Don't feed on the slaves." Emma's voice was angry. Christy felt like Selene had tried to suck her soul out. "And definitely not this one."
Selene just laughed. "You don't know what a gem you've captured, but I do." Selene stood up and then reached out to touch Christy. Christy leaned backwards to avoid the touch. "Oh don't worry child. Your watchdog is here to protect you, today." The today was a threat and Christy found her hand moving out to grasp Emma's boot as Selene turned and walked away.