500 Miles
Hellfire
By Princess Alexandria
AUTHORS NOTE: non-con and other disturbing things. I've edited this to try and get it down to an R rating, but if you want to see the sentences I clipped you can see this story on xmenfemslash's yahoo group as well. They also get it a little sooner than
She could feel Emma's eyes on her, but Christy didn't bother looking up. She took a deep breath and tried to steel herself for the next trial. Just touch. It was something the women here dismissed too easy, which was far from comforting if they considered this degradation minor. Touch meant something to Christy. Touch was about affection, love, but here it was about humiliation and power.
She could hear the crowd getting closer and she let her eyes unfocus. She was going to be as not there as possible.
"I still have that pill." Emma spoke softly.
Drugs. Christy's jaw clenched as she thought about her old views on how it wasn't right to avoid life like that. "Please," She whispered. "Mistress."
She noticed the white of Emma's cloak, but her eyes didn't focus. Seeing Emma's blue eyes would make this harder on her. She opened her mouth obediently and took the pill. The water Emma held to her mouth afterwards only half got into her mouth, the rest ran down her chin, but she didn't care. It wasn't like her skin wasn't wet already.
If it weren't for the crowd she felt closing in she would have asked for another glass of water. She was so thirsty from the trick she'd pulled during the whipping.
A pale well manicured hand reached up to caress her cheek. "You didn't cry when we whipped you. Why now?"
"Please Mistress." Christy's voice choked. The term Mistress was coming easier and easier every time she was forced to say it. "Please don't break me now. Later, if you have to, later. I need to get through this."
"Just asking a question would break you?" The soft hand caressed her so gently, like her own lover did. Two more large tears trailed down her cheeks.
"An Xman." She heard the familiar voice of the heckler and she barely managed to not sigh. Pretend it's someone else, Tessa told her. Someone she didn't mind touching her.
It wasn't Emma's well manicured hands she imagined. She couldn't bring herself to imagine her lover as the masses did this to her. It was Tessa. Tessa's gentle dominance, Tessa's compassion, that she thought about as they touched her, violated her by caressing her.
The drugs helped her maintain the illusion, but she did hear a few disappointed comments about how she wasn't responding, how it was like she wasn't even home. A few commented on how her back wasn't as damaged as they expected given Selene's reputation.
She stared at the garland and lights on the wall unblinking as someone ran a hand under the legs of her panties and cupped her ass. When fingers started to move towards her sex a tear fell and she heard laughter. Then a voice she knew well interrupted.
"You know the rules." Emma's voice was cold. The hands on her ass retreated. "You will not take what I have earned tonight." It sounded like possessiveness, so Christy's head raised just a little to see Emma standing with her arms crossed in front of her. "I think this is enough. Display time is over." Emma snapped her fingers and the twins were by her side. "Take her down and put her in my rooms. I'll be there shortly."
There was a groan of disappointment from the crowd, but Christy didn't fight her way back to reality. Her head hung back down, her eyes closed. The drugs kept her dizzy, but she was so grateful she had taken it. It helped her pretend she just didn't exist.
The touching stopped and Christy felt hands on her ankles. Fast hands that worked the knots that held her legs spread opened, hands on both ankles at once.
When the hands moved to her wrists, it was just one pair. Hands held her from under her armpits and she fell backwards into strong male arms. She could feel his bare skin against her own, but he felt warmer. "Can you stand?" A feminine voice asked and Christy felt a gentle touch on her arm. Her head just tilted to see the female twin, the other slave, looking at her. She just stared at her blankly. "Brother, you will have to carry her."
Blinking lights and green wreaths swam across her vision. Flesh slapping and groans reached her ears. The movement through the main room seemed like disjointed flashes of reality.
This drugged disconnection would have made the whipping easier, but not on the body. Emma was nice, in her own way. "I love Emma." She whispered and barely acknowledged the stiffening of the slave carrying her as they started to move to the exit of the room. No one moved to punish her for talking.
The halls echoed the female twin's footsteps. The man holding her made no sound. Christy finally realized that it was over and let her mind come back from its retreat as much as she could.
They were going down a new hall. "Mistress Emma likes silence." The female slave spoke. "Don't speak unless she tells you to. She will also not let any slave stay in her bed after you've serviced her, so you should sneak some pillows into the corner of the room and a blanket so that you can sleep." Christy's eyes narrowed as she realized that this slave knew this by experience.
"Sister, will you get the door?" The man holding her asked and Christy noticed they'd stopped in front of a door.
He laid her in the chair and Christy moved to sit back properly very gingerly, because the pressure on her back renewed the hurt. She pulled a pillow to her chest to cover her partial nudity, even though it was far too late to be modest. She used to walk around naked, her mutation covered her in clothes, but she'd never felt more naked than now. Not even when she was learning how to shift into clothes from Mystique.
The twins moved to the bed and pulled the sheets down on the large bed. Emma always liked large beds. Christy used to tease her that Emma was keeping the big bed for orgies, and now it looked like that might be true, because the twins removed their shoes. Then the man moved to help his sister remove her corset, untying the thing and pulling it away from her. Her eyes unfocused as she tried to stare at the twins, doing it almost on their own, and Christy had to concentrate to be able to see again. She was surprised by what they were doing and by her ability to just sit there and stare. The woman put her fingers under the waist of the small underwear he wore and lowered them. Christy managed to look away as he was exposed.
"You aren't ready." The woman spoke with a hint of teasing. "Mistress Emma won't like that."
"I guess you'll need to do something about that then, won't you Margot?" Christy could see his focus change out of the corner of her eye. "Too bad Mistress Emma didn't say I could have the new slave do it."
"So you don't want my mouth brother?" Christy grimaced as she heard that. It was so creepy, but she was thankful Emma hadn't volunteered her for that. She'd thought the public sex was bad, but right now she'd rather be watching those disgusting perverts than these.
"You know I do sister, but she's still untouched."
Margot laughed. "They were touching her more than enough today Brendan."
"That's different. Have you seen her pleasure anyone yet?"
"Slave, Xmen…" the woman called out to her. "Have you pleasured anyone yet?"
Even in her state, Christy wasn't stupid. "Mistress Tessa has had me." Used merchandise might lose some value and interest from the masses. She didn't want people trying to be the one to take yet another little piece of her soul. Better to claim Tessa already forced the issue, even though the kind woman hadn't used Christy like that.
If someone were going to, Christy knew she could do far worse than Tessa. But which would her own lover forgive more easily, if Christy were to have to do something more with Tessa or Emma's own double? The idea of a third choice made Christy sick. She had no delusions about the fact that it could happen, but her anxiety level was too high when she even considered that. No, what was happening was horrible, but it would be unbearable if it weren't for Emma and Tessa.
"Yes, Mistress Tessa." Margot sounded like she'd love to ask a question. Christy sighed and slowly moved to try and get to her feet. The twins could do whatever they wanted. God knows Christy couldn't stop anyone, but Christy wasn't going to be forced to watch. "What is she like?"
"Private." Christy had to put a hand out to steady herself. Her muscles were so weak. "I'm gonna go take a shower." Even if she had to sit down for it.
"Mistress Emma didn't mention a shower. If she wanted you to have one she would have told me." All the time Margot was talking Brendan was standing behind her with his hand cupping Margot's breasts, gently kneading them. "Mistress Emma was clear that we were supposed to put you in the chair to rest."
Christy opened her mouth to argue, but a memory of Emma so casually saying two more lashes when she argued earlier and how horrible those last two lashes were had her closing it again before she could say anything.
"So please sit. Mistress will be here soon." Margot seemed to do all the talking. Christy wondered what was supposed to happen when Emma got there, because she wasn't liking the direction this seemed to be going. Brendan chose that moment to lean down and start kissing his sister's neck.
"Just sit down. We outrank you and that's all you need to know." Brendan gave her a dismissive look. "We've been slaves here much longer. It's seniority."
Her eyes narrowed. She was so sick of being at the mercy of everyone. With a heavy sigh she sat back down, only then noticing she'd been arguing without a top on. She groaned as she got back up, her back was too sore for this, and moved towards the bathroom anyhow. "Need a shirt, no one brought my top."
"Again if Mistress Emma wanted you dressed she would have said something." Brendan took a hold of Margot and turned her around. "I'm not ready for the Mistress sister." He whispered loudly, ignoring Christy as he tried to bring the topic of sex back to the front.
Christy closed her eyes and shook her head from side to side. Please, god, she thought, I don't want to see an Emma with someone else. She picked her pillow up and hugged it to her chest again as she sat where she'd been assigned, making sure to not lean back. Her back was sensitive to any pressure and it felt like it might actually be bleeding a little. No one was concerned about checking that for her and she wasn't going to ask for it.
The door opened softly and Christy looked up to see Emma standing in the doorway for a moment, watching the scene in front of her, before turning to smirk at Christy's obvious discomfort.
"Don't let me interrupt you two." Emma spoke as she closed the door behind her. "Just keep going."
The groan Brendan gave off at that let Christy know they had.
Emma moved to the side of the chair, where Christy was trying to not watch. "Aren't they beautiful together?" Emma turned to watch the couple. Christy turned with a heavy sigh to see a panty clad Margot on her knees. It didn't look too beautiful to Christy.
She looked away. "Mistress, can I have a shirt?" It was better than saying that sight made her a little ill.
"No," Emma spoke distractedly while watching the couple. "And put that silly pillow down." Emma held out a hand and Christy was forced to hand over her pillow. She watched as Emma tossed it into the corner and then moved to sit in the small couch. "Watch them, and don't make that face. It would get you whipped if you did it at the party."
What face, she almost asked, but decided against it.
"Come here." Emma motioned toward her couch as the other two in the room moved towards the bed. Christy slowly, carefully moved to obey. Emma took that opportunity to put her foot on Christy's lap. The other followed. "The couch was just cleaned." Was all she gave as an explanation before turning back to the two people on the bed. "Watch."
She sat uneasily and watched as Brendan removed his sister's panties. She couldn't help but think of the brother she'd lost and how sick this was. Family didn't do this, they shouldn't. They saw each other as children, which should kill all passion.
"So wet sister dear." He spoke softly while touching Margot's sex slowly. Christy could smell the scent of sex in the air. Her fists clenched just a little and she sighed. She started to unfocus her eyes.
"Take my boots off." Emma commanded and Christy thankfully looked down, away from the display to look at the nearest boot. She didn't work overly fast as she did it either. She pretended to have to find it, but she knew exactly where that zipper was. She'd undressed her own lover once while her Emma wore this same outfit after all.
If these were the memories her Emma had of this outfit, orgies and debauchery like this, it was no wonder she'd been so reluctant to fulfill Christy's fantasy. That birthday present meant more knowing that. Christy would never have asked if she'd known about this place.
It was difficult to take the boots off while staying sitting, but Emma wasn't moving her feet so that Christy could get off the couch. She managed to pull the first one off and set it on the side of the couch before running a hand over the revealed flesh in a gentle massage.
"I didn't say you could caress me." Emma's voice held a note of amusement. "I said take off the boots."
"I'm sorry Mistress." Christy whispered and with a sigh started to move to take care of the second boot. Her Emma liked a gentle massage after her boots came off.
Once that boot hit the ground on the side of the couch Emma smirked at her. "You may caress my legs now if you'd like, but you need to watch them." Christy looked up to see the brother had moved to reciprocate on the blow job. Knowing Emma's eyes were still on her she carefully didn't let her face reflect her thoughts on that. Christy ran her hands over Emma's calf in gentle circles and let her mind think about that instead of what she was seeing.
She became aware of the staring, she could feel the eyes on her, and it took some work to not look back. It was just natural to look back.
Brendan stopped and crawled up Margot's body. Christy couldn't say she'd see a man from this angle before. He was very tones and muscular. For a man he wasn't unattractive at all. He could surely find someone other than his sister.
"You look deep in thought." Emma's other foot moved to gently shove Christy's shoulder. "Don't. Don't think, don't distract yourself, just watch. Have you ever seen a man and a woman together?"
"No," Christy watched him kissing Margot hungrily, "Mistress."
"Have you ever been with a man?"
"No." Christy risked a glance at Emma. "I…" Her words trailed off. Should she really reveal more that Emma could use against her? Emma gave her an impatient look. "I've only had two lovers, two girlfriends. I never…" Her eyes moved back to the couple having sex on the bed. "I've never wanted a man."
Emma chuckled. "Practically virginal in comparison around here." Christy blushed a little, more focused on the discussion than the way Margot's legs were parting. Wait a minute.
"Shouldn't he put on a condom? I mean…"
"All women here are required to be on birth control." Required. That didn't sound good for any woman here really, Mistresses included. This was the most sexist place Christy had ever really seen. "But you aren't on birth control are you?" Emma seemed to be thinking out loud.
"Most likely not." Christy's words stopped as he entered Margot for just a moment. "but I don't know. My real body isn't capable of pregnancy anymore, but this Raven hasn't changed like I did and I don't know how controlling this Xavier is. He might actually plan for his Xmen to be," Christy's voice got quieter. "raped."
"I seriously doubt he plans for that."
"You'd be surprised to know what a bastard he really is. He's let operatives get raped before." Christy thought of Tessa when she said that. "Whatever is necessary for his fucking dream."
"Oh God Brendan." Margot called out and Christy saw the woman cling to him. This was surreal, watching this. What was worse was that Christy was getting used to it. It still wasn't sexy, but it didn't make her cringe anymore either.
"It sounds like the Xavier from your world is a real piece of work." Emma sighed. Christy didn't bother to explain that she'd been talking about this one, although the one from her home was his own type of bastard. "If you end up servicing a man, tell me as soon as possible so we can try to prevent any lasting effects."
"You mean other than the trauma and nightmares?" Christy's voice held a bit of a growl. Emma didn't move to discipline her for that.
Emma's voice rose. "Brendan, Margot. Pick a new position, this view is getting tiresome." Christy was a little stunned as Emma talked Margot into getting on her knees facing them with Brendan behind her. Now they'd be watching Christy as Christy was forced to watch them.
"Not my bum brother dear, not yet." Margot smiled naughtily at Christy. Every time they said sister or brother Christy was forced to remember exactly what she was watching, and it looked like Margot liked to creep her out like that.
He slowly entered her and the look on his face showed that this position was good for him. Christy took on a deep breath
"Don't sigh." Emma's voice was hard. Her voice rose a little, not that it would need to since they were so close to the bed and the two slaves were still paying attention. "Watch Christy." She ordered the others. Christy's eyes widened a little at the two suddenly watching her and it reminder her she was only wearing her panties. The thrusting started and Christy felt like she'd like to be invisible as the two having sex watched her reactions. She had to carefully not let any of her discomfort and disgust show.
In battles, during interrogations she'd conducted, Christy was able to keep a poker face. She was used to using it to cover her reaction to killing and other cold things she'd done in the past to survive. She'd ripped a rapist apart in her own world without showing how much she hated the smell of blood and how the screams bothered her. She'd carved into men to try and get information out of them while making it look like she thought it was amusing, instead of showing the horror she really felt. Christy pulled up that skill now. Her face became impassive, as if whatever she saw didn't concern her in the least. Her eyes grew colder and indifferent. Her back, though still hurting, became straighter.
"Fascinating." Emma spoke. "You're starting to carry yourself like a Mistress. Don't do that." Christy felt confused at that. How could she not do that? "It will be taken as arrogance in a slave and you'll be punished." Emma's instruction seemed to surprise the two slaves. Perhaps Emma was supposed to just hit her for it. The slaves quickly covered up their surprise and continued with what they were doing. It did serve to let Christy know those two were really paying attention to her now. They'd been a little oblivious to the conversations before.
Christy attempted to find a compromise. To keep the arrogance Emma claimed she had away while still masking her emotions.
Margot came. Her brother came shortly after and then both lay panting on Emma's bed spent. Christy managed to show none of what she really felt about seeing that. She'd had to watch every detail, every move, listen to every pant and pleading for release.
"They aren't actually brother and sister." Emma whispered in her ear. "It is just a game they play. Incest bothers a lot of people, and around here it intrigues quite a few as well. If you can learn to watch while thinking you were watching siblings, then maybe you'd do better during the more wild days of the party. Your experiences are rather vanilla compared to the other people around here, and sometimes even my stomach is turned." Emma then licked Christy's earlobe gently. "Now they get to watch you. I'm going to have Margot help you shower, because I doubt you could stand long enough to do it yourself. Brendan will watch. He may even be touching himself while he watches, and you will not try to hide from him."
Christy found she was able to ignore the hands that washed her. Her eyes caught the man watching and she just moved to lean back and rinse her hair out. After everything else, this seemed a mild punishment. She ignored them while she pulled power and tried to recover faster from what Selene had done to her.
The soap stung as it ran over her back. Again, she didn't flinch. When she came out of the bathroom the sheets had been changed and a blanket from the bed had been tossed into the corner of the room. She suspected it was Margot that collected the pillows for her before the other two slaves left. Christy had finished getting ready for bed on her own.
"You sleep there. I won't coddle you like Tessa does." Emma dropped her own robe and stood naked in the room. "Tonight I will let you rest." The tone said it was a small reprieve just for the one night. "Oh, and don't contradict the twins if you hear them talk about the night they had to others. They really believe we had an orgy, I modified their memories." Emma smirked at her. "I do have an image to maintain." And how much of it was just image? Christy wondered. She'd never actually seen this Emma do anything with other people. It made Christy feel a little better about this version of the woman she knew.
As Emma slipped into her large and lonely looking bed Christy had to force herself to look away. She would have preferred to share that bed. She curled up carefully on the pillows and tried to sleep. She pulled the blanket over her body to cover up her own nakedness. Emma didn't believe in wearing clothes to bed for either of them apparently. When Emma turned off the lights, the bathroom light seeped into the room keeping it from being completely dark.
Flashes of helplessness and memories of the night made it so that it took a long time to finally sleep.
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In the morning, or what she assumed was morning since this was yet another room without a window, Christy woke up to a sound. The pillows had shifted in her sleep and she was sleeping more between them than on them. Her muscles ached and protested as she sat up, listening harder for whatever woke her.
Emma's breathing had changed. Christy tilted her head a little and enhanced her hearing. It was faster, there was another sound. Christy blushed as she recognized the less obvious sound, the sound of fingers on wet flesh.
Christy's breathing became a little faster as well, and she knew she shouldn't but she left her hearing enhanced so she could listen. A soft moan escaped the blonde's lips and Christy thought she sounded so much like her Emma when she was aroused, but not quite getting what she needed.
The sound of sheets moving filled the room and Christy stared up towards the bed in the dark. She could see a knee raise the blankets up and Emma shifted her body for better access. She'd been tempted with Scott's Emma, but this one, this one was driving her mad. Christy bit back a moan of her own as she heard the soft sounds of Emma's skilled fingers moving more quickly.
"Christy." The voice startled her, and it sounded like yelling to her enhanced ears even though it must have been spoken normally. Christy fixed her hearing and heard the rest without it hurting. "I need relief." Emma's voice was a little deep, and very commanding. "Come here."
The blanket and sheets flew up and off of the blonde's body. Christy just stared, unable to move for just a moment. Her Emma would forgive her this wouldn't she? It had been so long since she'd touched her lover, and every night had been so hard.
"Get over here slave." The telepath's voice was a little harsher. Christy stood up and hesitantly moved towards the bed. Emma spread her legs, showing Christy her heated flesh. "Take care of this." It lacked so much of the affection and heat her own Emma showed. It seemed like this White Queen was ordering a coffee, not sex.
Even so, Christy breathed in deeply and smelled a familiar need. This woman was just using her, but Christy moved to crawl up that bed, putting her face between creamy thighs. "That's it slave," Emma spoke as she readjusted her legs, opening further. "service me." Those two words held a note of need, which was most likely something Emma tried to keep hidden, as if her weeping sex didn't reveal it.
She should have fought it, but Christy lowered her mouth. She was angry at herself for actually wanting to do this. Her body rested on the bed and Christy moved slowly, wanting this to last.
"No," A strong hand gripped her head and pulled her closer. "Just do it. I can't sleep."
Christy gripped the sheets as her own sex throbbed. She moved to obey and the telepath's sucked in breath made her smile just a little. Christy knew Emma's body far better than this Emma realized. The surprised gasp had Christy increasing her efforts to please.
It didn't take long before her lover's body arched, but she didn't scream. She made no noise except a desperately sucked in breath. That was different. Christy had been looking forward to the sound.
"Thank you." Emma sighed. "Go back to bed." Christy moved onto her knees and looked at Emma in disbelief. A pale hand moved to wave her to the corner. "You've served me well. You are definitely promising."
"But…" Christy's body shook with need. Emma's eyes opened to study her, she could see Emma glancing at her now shaved sex, and taking in her stiff nipples.
"Don't make me punish you, because if I have to get out of this bed I will really punish you." Christy took a step back and felt some of her ardor cool. This was so very not her Emma. Her Emma wouldn't have dismissed Christy's need.
And what was she thinking trying to encourage this Emma to touch her? Trying to be so good she'd get a bone tossed her way. When had they broken her so much that she'd think it was okay to do this? Her guilt increased and she thought of her Emma.
She moved the pillows back into place and reluctantly laid back down. After a moment her hand found her own sex, her wetness, and she took measures to try and deal with the ache of need. She moved quietly as she ran her finger over her sex lightly. She still needed it. The touch and taste of her new Mistress was too intoxicating after so long without.
Her breath caught as she got close. Just a little more. Her body begged her for it.
"I didn't say you could touch yourself." Emma's voice was cold, commanding. "If I don't deem you worthy of release, you don't seek it out yourself."
With a whimper Christy pulled her hand away. Part of her wanted to just beg for Emma to reconsider, but she wasn't that broken. She wasn't going to beg.
She listened as Emma's breathing calmed. She stayed still, her body humming, until she heard the soft cadence of breathing that told her Emma was asleep. That's when Christy disobeyed, keeping her jaw clenched to keep down her moans as she took herself. She carefully lowered her shield, fully aware that it made her vulnerable to Selene, because she needed release. She got it.
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That afternoon Christy felt the tension in the room. Tessa and Emma were quiet for long a period of time as they played chess. Having lived with a telepath for two years, Christy knew they were talking and planning where Christy couldn't hear them. Neither looked very happy.
When Christy was dismissed to use the bathroom she enhanced her hearing again. She'd learned it was the best way to find out things.
"I don't really care for public displays Tessa. Are you going to tell me why I agreed to this?"
"It will be easier on her if you are the one telling her to do it."
"And we are all about making this easier on our prisoner aren't we?" Emma sounded irritated and Christy didn't like the callousness. Christy moved her hands through the short hair and tried to figure out how to get it to look like Raven seemed to like it.
"Did you really force her to service the Twins last night? I thought I sensed some tampering with that memory."
"Fine." Emma sighed overly heavily. "Tonight's game is a roll of the dice. That's up to twelve Tessa." Christy's eyes drew together in confusion. "You might want to make a few calls, invite a few more people." There was a pause. "Women."
"I'll get on that right away. Checkmate."
"Why do I even bother." Emma sighed and Christy opened the door to see Tessa standing up. She'd hoped that the woman would stay longer. Emma had ignored her for much of the morning after, well after. If she hadn't spent that time trying to pull power she'd have just been staring at the wall.
Tessa just nodded to her briefly and left. No words.
"I have work to do." Emma stood up. "Come." Christy was really getting tired of being talked to like she was a pet, one that wasn't liked all that much.
Emma took her to an office and Christy got to sit in the corner on the floor while Emma worked on her computer for hours. She was bored, but she didn't wish for anything to happen. She wasn't stupid. She occasionally wished she could help Emma with whatever she was working on, just so that she'd have something to do.
Christy entered a staring contest with some medieval gargoyle statue on a shelf, staring blankly at it until a voice startled her out of her trance.
"Come."
Christy moved to Emma's side and noticed the pills sitting on the desk. She watched as Emma took one and then took a deep drink of her glass. "Want one?" She held it out for Christy to take. When Christy hesitated Emma sighed and turned towards her more. "I can tell you that you do want one. Tonight is going to be even more fun that last night." Sarcasm was thick in her voice.
"What's going to happen?" Christy finally asked. "Mistress." She remembered to add that at the last moment.
Emma's smile was forced. "Tonight people are eagerly filling the hall in hopes that they will be the lucky winner of an Xmen blow job. Actually they are hoping for more, but that's what they'll be getting."
Christy's face went pale. "No." She whispered in a broken voice.
"So, how about that pill?" Emma held it up again. "Then you can pretend the whole night was a dream."
"Can you get me out of here?" Christy swallowed hard.
"No, unfortunately not." Emma picked up Christy's hand and put the pill in it. "It's show time in a half hour. This pill will take that long to really work." As Christy took it Emma handed Christy her glass of water. "It's really not all that bad. Just a little oral time and you can go back to my room while the others gloat about making a hero service them. It's Raven's reputation that will be taking the hit, not yours."
Christy just let out a disgusted breath.
A half hour later Christy was led into the hall. Her heart hammered and the floor seemed to sway just a little, like she was on a boat, but she knew it wasn't really doing that.
The hall was full, more full than she'd ever seen it. Emma moved to sit at a table, taking a seat at the end beside Sebastian. On his other side was Selene. Tessa stood behind him and to the right. Right hand man, woman, whatever, Christy thought as she stared for a moment at a woman that wasn't looking back at her.
"Kneel." Emma pointed to a spot on the floor and Christy moved to kneel. She almost lost her balance as she did it, but she covered it up and managed to get down without falling on her face.
There was talking. She wasn't really following what was being said. Emma had decided Christy might like two pills today, but the effort to not look like she was about to pass out was difficult.
Emma took two but she looked fine. How long had she been popping pills? Christy's eyes risked glancing up at the White Queen for a moment. Emma did look fine. Didn't her mother die of an overdose? Christy's eyebrows drew together as she considered that. Not this Emma, Christy's Emma's mother died. Too many pills. Oh, Christy's Emma wouldn't like that Christy was taking pills.
Christy's Emma would have gotten her out of here instead of dragged her here to be used. Christy sighed and listened to the cadence of a voices
Christy kept her head down but she watched the crowds mull about. Saw people talking in groups, laughing, and looking towards her. The crowd at the bar started to thin.
"Raven." Emma's voice was quiet but firm. "Stand." That proved easier said than done, but Christy tried to cover up how much she needed to lean on the table to do it. A pair of dice were handed to her and Christy suddenly understood the earlier comment. "Roll"
The dice moved across the main table and sat awkwardly on their corners for just a moment too long to be natural before settling down.
"Hardly subtle Selene." Emma spoke coldly.
"And yet I never touched the dice in play, so it's a valid roll. Hopefully Xmen have stamina." Christy just stood staring at the pair of sixes in horror, which she had to remind herself to hide. Twelve. She swallowed hard and raised her eyes enough to see Selene smirking at her, and the blown kiss the dark haired bitch sent her way.
Christy's fists started to clench as she debated about whether she could manage to get over there and hit the Black Queen before anyone could stop her. Not the way she was feeling so wobbly, no.
Emma motioned for her to lean down and then grabbed her collar's ring. "Twelve. You will do your best to finish them quickly, and no matter who I have you kneel in front of don't show any reaction." Emma paused. "The Hellfire club may not have twelve eligible women here for this. I may have to select some men. Whatever you do, don't bite."
Christy's stared with wide eyes at the blonde telepath's face, pleading with her eyes for Emma to fix this. There was only a brief look of pity before the White Queen seemed to close off to her. "Jacqueline." She called out. "Take the seat."
Christy recognized the woman Tessa had let touch her as she smiled and moved to sit at on chair, a rather ornate one, that was brought out and put in front of the table that Emma and the others sat at. It faced the crowd.
Christy took a deep breath, but was careful to not sigh. Twelve. God, when she got home it would be so hard to tell Emma about this. I'm sorry Raven, Christy thought to the woman trapped inside of her, if you can think about other things do it. It was bad enough one of them had to do this, there was no reason her double would have to suffer it as well. Christy wished she knew more about how that worked.
Emma stood up and slipped a finger through the ring on Christy's collar. "Come." Christy followed carefully as Emma led her to the chair. "Kneel." It was pretty clear where she was supposed to do that.
Just get it done with quickly, she told herself as she kneeled between Jacqueline's legs. She noticed the woman had taken the time to remove the panties and hung them on the arm of the chair.
Emma's hand ran over Christy's hair gently petting her. "Service her." Emma ordered, her voice not showing the tenderness her touch did. Emma's hand moved away as Christy moved forward a little more and leaned in to a stranger's sex. She'd eaten more disgusting things to survive, and while that was completely different she kept that in mind as she tasted a woman she didn't want to be anywhere near. Survival, she was nothing if not a survivalist, and this wouldn't break her.
Somehow this hurt more. Maybe it had something to do with knowing she'd have to live with this, that both of her would have to live with this. She could hear the common jeers and the people trying to get the White Queen's attention, asking to be the next one.
Once Jacqueline finished the woman pushed Christy back a little. "Sit back so that she can leave slave." Emma commanded and Christy moved further back, her eyes and expression blank as she tried not to feel. The hand starting to pet her head gently while they waited for Jacqueline to put her panties back on and move gave Christy an anchor to hold it together as another name was called. Another woman and how sad was it that she was grateful for that, if a man was called she wouldn't know what to do.
"An Xman." The woman in the chair smirked. "How the mighty have fallen. Hurry up slave."
"Yes Mistress." Christy wished she could respond to the derision in this woman's voice with something else. A brief glance at Emma and seeing Emma nod was all she waited for. She just wanted to get this over with and go hide.
This woman came a bit more quickly than Christy thought possible. She managed to not smile as she sat back for her to leave. The next woman was equally fast. It started to seem suspicious, but it was in Christy's favor so she didn't question it.
The slow clack of heels behind her as Christy waited for the fourth woman to sit down drew her attention. She listened to the footsteps move next to Emma, where no one was allowed to wait. "Now who's being less than subtle Emma?" Selene's voice spoke softly. "Are you that eager to get her alone that you're rushing the poor ladies?"
"The rules simply say no one can touch either of them while the game is in play." Emma continued to pet Christy's hair. "You're the one who likes literal interpretations of the rules. If you pushed for twelve, I can push for faster." Christy realized that the blonde telepath had been helping her and it almost brought tears to her eyes as she was touched by the kind move.
"I'll let you continue with your little game and not call foul if you call my name." Christy's body tensed a little as Selene said that. She forced it to relax. Selene scared her in a way these other women she was forced to serve didn't. "You did notice there aren't twelve eligible women here didn't you? How many men do you think the notorious lesbian Xman can serve?"
"Fine, you keep quiet and I'll call you as twelfth." Christy kept her eyes carefully staring forward, but she couldn't hide the shudder her body gave from the hand petting her head. Men and Selene. Her vision faded as yet another woman prepared and she heard the music. I'll Be Home for Christmas was playing in the background. God, the lyrics hurt. She wished she was home.
Even with Emma's help her jaw was already very tired by the ninth woman. Once that woman was done she wished she could rub her aching muscles. This had long since stopped being a sexual act to her, this was just an assembly line. It almost reminded her of her first job at Burger King, doing burger after burger without really thinking about it. Just a job. Thinking of it that way helped. She refused to let herself worry about what she knew was coming. She sat rigidly and waited for the next name.
"Sebastian." The one word rattled around in Christy's mind and her heart started to pound. Why not Tessa? Were they out of women already? Why not Tessa? She didn't really want to service Tessa like this, meaning nothing, but Tessa was so much better than Sebastian.
A cold familiar voice was behind them, this time without the footsteps. "Your slave doesn't look too happy. Does she even know what a penis is?" Selene laughed. Christy tried to cover her reaction better, before she got punished for it.
"Actually, she might not." Emma wasn't joking. A white clad knee came into Christy's field of vision and a finger ran under her disgustingly wet chin to force her eyes up. Christy swallowed nervously as she stared at Emma. "I don't have time to teach you, but don't bite down. Sebastian lashed the last women to do that so badly she had to be taken to the hospital." Christy's eyes were wide, asking why she was being forced to do him then. Emma didn't want her seriously hurt, she knew that now. "He's the Black King. If you were going to have to do men, he had to come first." There was a snort of amusement from Selene at the wording. The moment of compassion in those ice blue eyes faded and Emma stood up again.
Sebastian moved to sit while wearing all his clothes. Christy heard the clasps being undone and could see even as she stared down at the ground like a good little slave that he was pulling his sex out of the fly. "I want pictures of this." His voice was amused. "to put up in my office. An Xman on her knees servicing me. I might even get her to sign it." There was laughing and Christy couldn't stop the blush of shame that came to her face.
"Don't worry, we have pictures of everyone she's done." Another voice spoke and Christy felt a new shame enter her being. Proof that her double would have to live with forever. She hadn't felt like such a failure in a long time. "but if you want close ups…"
"Sure, come up here." Sebastian waved the man closer. "I want a good shot of her mouth on me, and some distance shots so that it's clear who it is she's doing." A slight shudder went through her body, but she did her best to hide it.
"Can we just get to this Sebastian, without all the fanfare?" Emma sounded irritated and impatient.
"I am the first man this woman ever touched. I think it deserves a little fanfare." He laughed and Christy noticed the cameraman out of the corner of her eye, taking a picture of her kneeling pose.
"Come." Sebastian's voice got deeper and more commanding. "Service." He pointed to his penis and Christy finally looked up to see it. Her eyes widened a little and he smiled coldly at her. She was really going to have to do this. The constant clicking of the camera was something she had no luck blocking out as she moved into place. She had to move higher to get to him.
Her mind tried to distance herself, but she couldn't. She couldn't pretend this was anything but a man. She couldn't pretend that this was a lover, it was too different from anything she'd ever known to hide this experience among more pleasant ones, like Tessa taught her. A tear fell from her eye as she attempted to take him into her mouth like she'd seen Margot do to Brendan and the click of the camera told her that it was caught on film. Sebastian got the picture he wanted.
When he tensed up he grabbed her head and held it down, shoving her further than she could handle. She couldn't breath. When he finally let go she gasped in breath. Her face was reddened from the oxygen depravation.
"I should punish you for trying to pull away." He glared at her.
"Really Sebastian, like she would have known what to do." Emma's voice was both weary and cold. "You practically suffocated the poor girl. She doesn't have experience." Christy just stared down at the floor trying to get enough air and hating the foreign and unfamiliar taste in her mouth. Her body was shaking and she tried to stop it, but she wasn't having much luck.
She'd taken pride in the fact she'd never been forced to do this before. In her home world, civilization fell apart and many women were raped, but Christy was too strong and too smart to get caught. It wasn't strength or intelligence it was luck, and her luck ran out. It was the same that the women here made her do already, but she was more shaken by this. She tried to tell herself that she was almost done, but the thought of another man in that chair, another man holding her down so she couldn't breathe, worried her. What would they do if she actually passed out because she couldn't breathe? How bad would that punishment be? It actually made her look forward to Selene.
The second man was much smaller and he came shortly after Christy put her mouth around him, earning some chiding of his own, but freeing the seat for the last of the dozen. It was almost over.
Selene moved regally to the chair. She spread her legs and then stared at Christy expectantly. "You may worship me now." Selene smirked at her. "Lets see if your stamina holds up to someone who can last more than a few minutes, like poor Vinnie over there. Did he even last a minute?" Selene teased the young man mercilessly as if she didn't know Emma did that to him telepathically for Christy. Somehow Christy doubted that Emma's trick would work on the Black Queen.
Christy lowered her eyes and waited for the comforting touch of her hair right before Emma told her. "Do it." Christy moved forward and glanced at the Black Queen's sex, opened and waiting for her. Last one.
"Come now little sister." Selene spoke teasingly. "Show me what you can do, little spider."
Christy leaned forward but Selene reached out a hand and moved to press the side of Christy's head into her thigh, stopping her progress. "Wait, little spider sister. You like waiting for it don't you? You don't hunt for what you need." Christy stayed still, a bit confused by the change. Her face rested on Selene's inner thigh and she could smell the dark haired Queen's sex. Selene whispered. "A real predator wouldn't be on her knees like this, but you prefer it that way don't you little spider. You shine like the sun, but your little web can't save you here."
The hand let go and Christy looked up into Selene's eyes in confusion. Her power wasn't the same as Selene's, the monster couldn't judge her for it not being the same. Christy kept her shield up as high as possible, sure that if Selene could feed on her she would. When no other protest was offered she moved in closer to Selene's sex, almost expecting it to be cold like death, but the woman was definitely alive.
Selene's hand wove into her hair, holding her tightly and keeping Christy from being able to get close enough to do much. Her tongue ached with the effort to keep licking that far from her, slowly and Selene insured lightly, Christy flickered at the other woman's sex. "I've had many worshippers, I was the Moon Goddess. Worship me properly." Selene let her get a little closer. "You could have been a Goddess yourself a few thousand years ago, a Sun Goddess I think, a Death Goddess like me." Fingers ran through Christy's hair. She hated how Selene kept talking, how it made it impossible to just do the job and go on. She had to listen. "But you aren't a predator, you're weak. You're nothing but prey."
Christy's fists clenched as she fought the urge to show this woman the predator she kept inside.
As Christy more slowly took care of Selene she let her mind wander away from the derision in her voice. She could hear Favorite Things playing on the stereo and she almost laughed. Simply remember her favorite things and then she won't feel so bad? That was her whole strategy for surviving this. She didn't even realize when she started to slowly move to the music, her tongue matching the song, but Selene's sudden laughter brought her attention to it.
"Tongue dancing little spider? You are precious." Selene's grip became like iron, "but I think I should take offense to you're lack of attention to me. You shouldn't even notice the music." Christy moved to suckle on Selene's clitoris quickly, her only real self defense here. She had the Black Queen leaning back again and letting her bring her off more quickly.
The Black Queen laughed after she came. "Oh little spider, I will so enjoy tomorrow night." Christy sat back at her waiting space. "The night I own you. Try to get some rest tonight, because you will need it little sister." Selene didn't even bother putting her panties back on. She just grabbed them and sauntered out of the room.
"Stand." Emma ordered her and Christy tried, she really did, but her legs were almost numb from kneeling for so long. She was unsteady as she stood and soon found the twins helping to hold her up. "Take her to my rooms and bathe her before putting her in my bed and leaving. I'll be there soon."
She did manage to walk out of there, trying her best to ignore the cat calls and requests for freebies. A familiar black clad form was standing in the hall. "I'll take her." Tessa spoke to the two slaves helping to hold her up. "Go back to the party."
"Yes Mistress Tessa." Margot spoke and moved away, making room for Tessa to get closer.
"I ran a bath for you." Tessa spoke so gently and Christy reached over and pulled the dark haired woman into a hug, resting her cheek on Tessa's shoulder.
"Oh God Tessa." Her voice cracked. Christy felt distanced and she found words just spilling from her lips while she wasn't controlling it. "That was horrible."
"Let's go to my rooms." Tessa started them walking and Christy's body moved with her.
"You weren't there, Tessy."
"Raven?" Tessa glanced at her and Christy tried to shake her head but nothing happened. "Raven, it was you? I just didn't want to see, to always remember…"
"I see and feel everything Tessa, but she's so strong, it's so hard to overcome her to talk. If it wasn't for watching the Professor's lessons I couldn't do it." Tears trailed down her cheeks and Christy felt a wave of painful guilt as she realized what happened. This was Raven talking. Tessa's hand moved to caress her cheek. When the dark haired woman leaned forward Raven turned her head. "I'm dirty Tessa. I'm too dirty to touch you." Her words were broken and pained.
Christy's ears roared and she stepped back while blinking in shock. She moved her hand and it moved. She was back in control. "Not your lover?" Christy's eyes narrowed as she studied Tessa, who was quickly becoming more businesslike and stiff.
"Let's get to my room Christy." Tessa moved forward again to help Christy make the stairs. The silence was painful as they made it the rest of the way. Christy was torn about what to think about, Raven's visit or the horrible night they'd endured.
Tessa opened her bedroom door and waited for Christy to go in. Christy opened her mouth to speak, but she didn't know what to say. Tessa just motioned for the bathroom. "Get in the bath. I'll be there in a moment."
Christy stepped into the large bathroom and took in the scented water and heat in the room. She slowly undid her clothes, as she heard Tessa trying to cry quietly in the other room. Christy felt like she was the rapist at that moment, and the guilt was painful. She moved to wash her face in the sink, and wash, and wash. She couldn't take this away. Her tears started to fall and she muffled a sob. She couldn't take this away.
"So sorry Raven, so sorry." She muttered, staring at her tearful reflection. "So sorry Raven." Hands moved to touch her shoulders and Christy turned to move into Tessa's hug. "I didn't mean to do this to her. I didn't mean to. I just wanted to go home, I didn't mean to."
"Shh." Tessa ran her hands through Christy's hair soothingly. "Shh… It's okay. She has to know you didn't do this on purpose. I know."
"I'm sorry Tessa." Tessa could claim it wasn't true from now until the end of time, but Christy believed in her heart, which was borrowed, that Raven loved Tessa.
"Let's take that bath," Tessa ran gentle hands over Christy's arms, "before it gets cold." Tessa stepped back and unfastened her cloak. "I'll join you." Christy glanced at the large tub, it could fit them both.
"That would be nice." Christy nodded as she spoke. It would be nice. She could use the comfort, but she felt like a thief taking it when it obviously wasn't hers. She might have declined on principle alone, but Raven said she felt everything. Raven could use Tessa's arms around her.