500 Miles – Hellfire
By Princess Alexandria
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sexual situations, I did edit it down from the xmenfemslash yahoo group version to try and make it R rated. I'd like feedback, is anyone still reading this?
Christy knew that if the situation were different she wouldn't be able to take her eyes off of Tessa's beauty as the woman stood naked in front of her. She knew she'd feel drawn to her in spite of her love for another and it wouldn't entirely be because of the woman hidden inside this body that she felt that way. If things were different, but they weren't and Christy just wanted to be held.
Tessa moved to step into the large fragrant tub. Her pale hand held out in an invitation to join her and to help Christy get in. Christy stared for just a moment as she felt something she hoped wasn't hers. The slight thump of her heart and the heat in her skin were familiar feelings.
"You are so good to me." Christy spoke softly as she took the offered hand. She gripped it more tightly than necessary as she stepped into the hot water. It was a shock to her skin, but it felt nice. "If I had to be…"
"Shhh…" Tessa gave her a small smile and moved to sit with her back up against the tub wall. "Sit down, I'll wash your back."
Christy really wanted to say this. "There are worse things in the world than being your slave, Tessa. I think both of us feel like that, both of me." She moved to gently lower her body into the hot water.
"Does your back still hurt?" Tessa ignored the words Christy had spoken. Her hands moved gently over the back in question. "I don't think you will scar, which is a good thing."
"It's sore." Christy leaned her head forward. It felt strange to not have hair long enough to have to be swept to the side for Tessa to inspect the marks left from the night before. "I'm glad you weren't there." Christy spoke softly as she felt hands caress and massage her back. "If… when… it would mean something with you. It wouldn't be like that, just…" Christy was frustrated at her inability to find the words without saying something she shouldn't. "Tessa, it should always mean something. I don't understand how they can…" Her words trailed off because she didn't want to put words to what just happened.
"It's good you don't understand." Tessa spoke softly while moving a washcloth over Christy's shoulder. "It means your Emma is treating you right." Christy shuddered a little at the thought of her lover, the thought of her Emma knowing what happened here. The thought of her lover sensing Christy's feelings at this moment also worried her. "What's your Emma like?" Tessa asked gently, almost sounding like a teacher trying to gently encourage a little girl to talk.
"She's…" Christy took a deep breath. "She's so strong and smart. She's… she really cares about what she does. She works so hard, no one realizes how hard she works." It was hard to find words for anything today. Christy sat in the water feeling another woman caress her bare back as she tried to find words to show this Tessa how much she cared about her Emma. "God, she's going to be devastated." Christy's back slumped. "She's so protective of me." Christy's throat felt tight as she remembered how it felt to be in Emma's arms, how her Emma held her and let her cry for her dead world.
"You seem to inspire those type of feelings." Tessa's hands moved to squeeze Christy's shoulders, then pull her a little closer.
"It isn't like I'm helpless." Christy stared at the water in shame. "Normally I'm not this weak. I'm a force to be feared. People get out of my way." Her fist gripped a wandering washcloth and squeezed it hard. She missed that power, the power to stop people from hurting her.
"Turn around." Tessa spoke clearly and it seemed like she was dismissing the conversation. Christy did what she'd been told. There was no point in not doing what Tessa told her anymore. She kneeled on the tub floor facing Tessa with her eyes turned down, in the pose she'd been forced to keep for most of the night when she wasn't forced to do other things. "Look at me." Again it was a command and Christy looked up. "What do you see?"
Christy saw a gorgeous woman with amazingly pale skin and long black hair she rarely let down, but should. She saw the most intelligent woman she'd ever met. She saw someone she wanted closer, someone she felt safe with. Those were all things she should keep to herself. With a forced slight smile she answered. "I see Tessa."
"Okay, so now we know your eyes work." Tessa gave her a small barely there smile. "Now what do you see when you see me?"
"Well, right now, almost all of you." Christy's eyes glanced down just enough to give Tessa the meaning of that.
"You are so like her." Tessa shook her head just a little from side to side. "Joking aside, tell me."
The faked smile faded on Christy's lips and she sighed. "I see a beautiful woman. One that's so smart and kind when she can be. I see someone that makes me feel safe even when I'm not." Christy started to reach out a hand towards Tessa, but pulled it back. "I see… I see…" Her body shook a little. "My Mistress." Christy couldn't really tell if it was her or Raven that said that.
The look of surprise was brief and covered quickly, but Christy was spy trained and she caught it. "Do you see weakness or a force to be feared?"
Christy studied the eyes staring so fearlessly back at her. "You are a force, but I don't fear you." Christy leaned forward a little, "I…" She stared helplessly at the woman's lips. Her own mouth had been so abused today, but she wanted this. Christy looked back into Tessa's eyes.
"You aren't too dirty to touch me." Tessa whispered, "I've been abused too, many of the people you've been forced to touch, I've touched. Am I too dirty for you?" That was all the permission Christy needed.
"Never." Christy whispered and leaned forward again, gently kissing Tessa's mouth. She had to prove it to Tessa now. She hated that anyone hurt Tessa. Christy's lips parted as she kissed Tessa again. No one ever kissed her here, no one but Tessa. Oh but Tessa did it so thoroughly and so softly. Christy moaned into the kiss and moved closer, straddling Tessa's legs so she could get close enough. "Tessa." She whispered as they broke the kiss. "Tessa, I want…" Christy leaned down, taking those lips to hers again. Tessa's hands slowly caressed her back, never straying. Tessa kissed her and it felt like Christy was a person, not an object to be used and discarded. Tessa made her feel like it mattered that it was her here, that another slave wouldn't get these kisses.
Christy felt like a slow burning fire was starting in her blood. Her breathing became a little deeper as she kissed Tessa. She ran her fingers through the other woman's black hair slowly, before ever so gently pulling Tessa's head back so that she could plunder her mouth gently. The firm feel of Tessa's breasts against her stomach as she leaned over the woman to kiss her felt right. Tessa didn't escalate or pull away. She let Christy do what she wanted and when Christy realized it, it took her breath away. Tessa was giving. Everyone else took, but she was giving. Christy groaned as she kissed Tessa more forcefully.
Christy moved her kisses to the woman's neck, slowly savoring the freedom to touch as she wanted. "Tessa." Christy whimpered a little. "Tell me what you want. I want to please you. I want to."
"What do you want to do?" Tessa spoke softly.
"I want you." Christy captured her lips again and moaned into the kiss. "I want you." She whispered as she pulled back and moved to kiss Tessa's shoulder. She knew her Emma would forgive this. Under normal circumstances no, but Christy was being taken by so many people she didn't want, Emma would forgive her this one she did. If, God forbid, it were her Emma in this situation, Christy wouldn't begrudge her any comfort she could find.
"Can I touch you?" Tessa asked and Christy felt her body shake a little. Asking. God, so much she used to take for granted.
"Yes." Christy whispered and felt the hands on her back move lower and pull her more tightly up against Tessa. "Tessa." Christy arched her back into the woman as she felt sure fingers explore her body. Water rippled as her hips moved slowly and her knees ached with kneeling on the tub. "Mistress, can we use the bed."
"Not Mistress tonight." Tessa's fingers stopped and pulled away. "If you don't want this, you can say no. If you tell me no, I'll stop."
Christy swallowed to try and deal with her dry mouth. "I don't want to say no." She stared into Tessa's eyes. "Not to you."
"And Raven?" Tessa reminded Christy of the woman forced to move along with her.
"I can never imagine Raven telling you no."
Tessa just stared into her eyes a little too long. "But you don't know." The expression on Tessa's face made Christy feel like it was the wrong answer. No. No, she needed Tessa's gentleness tonight. Christy sent a thought loudly through her own brain. Please Raven…
She didn't know what she expected, some divine intervention, but Raven didn't take over. Christy's eyes softened and pleaded with Tessa. "I know what I want." Christy moved to gently caress Tessa's neck, to slowly trail that hand down to gently caress a breast. Tessa leaned into her hand. "Oh God." Christy's breathing got faster suddenly with Tessa's response. She licked her lips and moved another hand out to touch the other breast. She took the back of her fingers and caressed soft skin.
A hand moved to stop hers and Christy felt like protesting, but she didn't. She stopped. Tessa stared into her eyes, searching for something. Christy felt the fingers return to her body, gentle exploring fingers. Her hips started a gentle roll into the touches. Her head moved to rest on Tessa's shoulder. "Please." Christy begged for affection more than sex. "Kiss me. It has to mean something."
The kiss she got in response was explosive, passionate, tender. God, this woman could kiss. Christy clung to her, kissing her hungrily. She felt the fingers move to slowly enter her and she yanked her head back to groan. "Oh Tessa. Take me. I want it to be you."
"Yes Raven." Tessa whispered and Christy didn't correct her. She couldn't say for a fact it hadn't been Raven that begged. She felt lost in their skin, both feeling everything and nothing. It was glorious. There was no pain.
The fingers stopped and Tessa kissed her. "Bedroom." Christy moved to stand up first, since Tessa couldn't have moved with her there. Water ran down her body and she moved to step out of the tub, then held out a hand to help Tessa, the way Tessa had helped her into it.
Christy felt a wave of nervousness, wondering what was expected. "Relax." Tessa whispered and kissed her softly, her lips trailed over Christy's neck and finding the spot behind her ear that made her whimper. "Lay down." Tessa pressed gently on Christy's shoulders, encouraging her to get on the bed. "I want to taste you." Tessa caressed her jaw. "Don't worry. I don't expect you to reciprocate. You have to be sore."
It was the first comment about that since they started kissing. It was an unwelcome reminder of her tired jaw and tongue. Christy swallowed and nervously moved to lay on the bed. She spread her legs like Emma had the night before, in an invitation. "Tessa."
"Don't be worried. I'm old enough, I can prove it if you want." Tessa gave her a wicked smile and moved to crawl onto the bed with her. Christy blushed as she remembered the shave and Tessa's comment about that hair.
Oh god. Christy's back arched as Tessa kissed her sex thoroughly. It wasn't long before she was muttering Tessa's name like a mantra, her fists clenching the sheets viciously. Her voice rose as Tessa seemed to pour fire into her veins. "Tessa!" Christy convulsed, thrusting towards the woman working miracles. "Oh God Tessa." She panted as she fell back to the bed.
The warmth of Tessa's skin against her own felt so nice as Tessa crawled up her body to kiss her again. "I can…" Christy started, but Tessa's eyes stopped her from finishing the offer.
"Just rest. I have what I wanted."
"But I didn't…" Christy didn't want to neglect Tessa in any way. "I've never touched you."
"I want the right to say no too Christy." Tessa looked at her, waiting for her response. It felt unfair, but if that was what Tessa wanted.
"Of course." Christy caressed Tessa's loosened hair. "You are so beautiful." She leaned forward for a small kiss. "Inside too. It would be so easy…" Her words trailed off. It seemed even more unfaithful to even think them. Tessa moved to lay beside her.
Christy cuddled up to Tessa, encouraging Tessa to hold her like her own Emma used to. It almost felt like she was free, it felt so good to be held.
"Emma's coming." Tessa sighed and moved to sit up. "She'll want to keep you the night."
Christy felt odd about that. There was the part of her that was grateful for what Emma did to help, but last night she'd been so impersonal about ordering Christy to take care of her problem sleeping. Well, she could worry about that later. "Tessa." Christy reached out to caress Tessa's cheek. "Thank you." It seemed so inadequate a response for what Tessa did for her.
"No," Tessa smiled at her. "Thank you. You gave me a gift, one that can't be taken only given. It was beautiful." Her smile faded. "You best get dressed." Tessa moved to stand up. "Emma's not pleased with me."
Christy moved quickly to the bathroom. Her pile of clothes was small, but right where she left it. As she worked to put the corset on she glanced at the pile Tessa left behind. Would it feel less naked with the boots and gloves? Did the cloak make it easier to feel in charge?
"Tessa." Emma's voice filled the outer room, so Christy ran a brush through her hair and took one last look at herself in the mirror. "I believe you borrowed my slave?"
Christy hesitated to step out of the room. Her enhanced hearing picked up a softer spoken response. "The twins are hardly the most sympathetic people to leave her with after that."
"I told them not to touch her. I wouldn't have let anyone touch her after that." Emma's voice was quieter as well. "I hate these barbaric parties. She… she did well." Emma clearly cut herself off.
"You could reward her by actually letting her sleep on the bed. It's clear she won't attack you."
"I don't let slaves sleep in my bed."
"You do sometimes. You let me. A little kindness would go a long way with her Emma."
"Where is she?" Emma asked and Christy waited a little longer before stepping out of the bathroom, so they wouldn't start to suspect she could hear things.
Emma's tone was colder when she talked directly to Christy, but Christy had heard the concern in that voice earlier. "Visiting hours are over. Let's get to my rooms."
Christy felt a small smile come to her lips as she looked at Tessa. "Goodnight Mistress Tessa." Her eyes held the tenderness she couldn't show another way. She got a small nod before she had to leave with Emma.
After getting ready for bed Christy started to pick up a pillow from the couch when Emma spoke. "Get in the bed." It was commanding. Christy moved to the side of the bed and hesitated. "If you move too much in your sleep I'll tie you up." Emma grinned wickedly. "Which wouldn't be a problem for me actually."
Rather than let Emma get away with the bravado Christy just tilted her head and looked at the telepath. "Thank you Mistress." Her voice was sincere. Emma was letting her sleep in the bed after all.
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Christy opened her eyes after what felt like a few hours. Keeping her voice low she finally asked. "You're shields are weaker when you sleep aren't they?" Emma was touching herself again.
"I rarely stay here." Emma's breathing was faster than normal. "The sexual energy is just so strong." Emma just talked to her, she didn't command her, and she didn't reprimand her for not saying Mistress.
Christy moved to roll over onto her side and looked at Emma. She'd already done it once before. Rather than wait to be ordered to do it again, Christy started to move under the covers. Emma moved to make room for her.
"I won't last long." Christy spoke softly as she settled between Emma's legs. "My jaw still aches."
"Anything is better than this torment." Emma's back arched. There was something distinctly different about Emma tonight. Christy lowered her mouth to Emma's body. The soft petting of her hair as she pleasured Emma was so nice and affectionate. Emma came silently again, and Christy really wondered why Emma didn't make noise when she came, nothing more than a soft gasp.
"Thank you." Emma whispered as Christy crawled back to her previous spot beside Emma. There was an awkward moment, before Emma hesitantly moved to roll away from her. "You can pleasure yourself if you want."
Christy just stared at the exposed shoulder of the White Queen for a moment, feeling like she was missing something. This woman wasn't easy to understand. Christy just sighed and moved to go back to sleep. She'd already accepted that doing anything for this Emma meant she'd be left hanging, so she didn't let herself feel. It was just a job.
Part of her hurt because it was so close and so far from where she wanted to be.
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The morning came and Christy rolled out of Emma's bed quietly. She stood by the bed and looked down at the soft features of her lover's face on yet another person. She'd dreamed of a picnic with her lover, of sitting under a tree talking and gentle loving looks. After dreaming of her past, the young Queen seemed lonely to her suddenly, something about the way Emma still hugged her pillow to her body like she did in college seemed sweet but lonely.
Christy hesitantly moved to caress blonde hair gently and stared into Emma's face. "This place is killing you." She whispered as she touched fine blonde hair. She doubted Emma would wake up, not with all the drugs in her system. The last morning showed her how little this Emma was a morning person. She stared into Emma's face. "How old are you?" She kept her voice barely a whisper as she finally got her opportunity to talk to Emma. Looking at Emma she'd guess early twenties. How early she didn't know. Her fingers trailed just above Emma's jaw, not touching her. This was just a few years after Emma's freshman year in college. Just a few years and that Emma became this one.
It reminded her of her own transformation, of the gentle woman she used to be and how that woman was lost to her now. Visiting younger versions of herself were constant reminders of what she'd become. How was her younger self doing? Was she in college now in her own world? Did her first partner, victim, learn about her powers? Did she ruin their lives, or did they manage to move on? Was she ruining Raven's life? She was pretty sure she was.
When Emma moved to roll over Christy took her hand back quickly, not sure what the punishment for touching Emma without her permission would be. She didn't want to get caught.
Was she ever going to get home, or was she just spreading her misery across to helpless Christy's in other worlds. Christy sighed and turned towards the bathroom. She might as well get ready for the day. She had more misery to spread.
Selene was a monster and staying might get them killed, but this might very well get them killed anyhow. Christy couldn't do it to her double anymore. She couldn't. Serving Tessa or Emma was one thing, but last night had been horrible and her younger self was feeling it. Christy wasn't going to stay and feel Selene rip apart the Xman. There had to be a way out of this, a way for her to leave this world and not have to stay near this Emma to do it. If it took time, that was better than this torture. Her double could handle time better than this. She could handle time better than this.
She pulled on white panties and fastened a corset a little too large for her. She pulled on white boots and it felt tight and constricting, but it seemed to fit well enough for now. "I don't know if I can do this here." Christy muttered as she pulled on the gloves. "You aren't a shapeshifter, and this is going to be hard." She pulled the cloak over her head and stood staring into the mirror. Black was definitely her color, not white.
Christy closed her eyes and thought about her lover's body, her nose, her chin, her sexy lips. Christy's hands clenched as she thought about tapered fingers and perfect nails. She prayed for the strength as she felt her skin, water, being pulled into the force of her will.
When she opened her eyes it wasn't working. She didn't have the power for a full shapeshift.
"Where's the door Raven?" She asked as she stared at her face. She'd have to rely on attitude and hope no one really looked at her. It wasn't like everyone hadn't seen what she looked like. The clothes were her only disguise and they didn't cover much. "I don't know why I never thought of this Raven. I'm sorry." She stared into her own blue eyes and then turned away, ashamed of not being able to think more clearly sooner.
Raven still didn't answer her. Christy took a deep breath and one last long look at the sleeping Queen, before she opened the door and stepped out. She walked with a confident stride down the hall, pretending she knew where she was going. In times like this it would have been nice to actually be able to talk to her host.
Her heart started a nervous pounding as she saw the couple walking in her direction. The slave collars helped ease her panic a little. Christy looked away from them a little as they came closer, pretending to ignore them, but out of the corner of her eye she watched every move they made. She took in their preoccupation with not sloshing the coffee on the tray with relief. Their Master's breakfast was more interesting than the slave trying to escape. That was good.
When did she start to think of herself as a slave? She wasn't, she was a prisoner. Christy sighed quietly and strode past the couple, keeping her walk arrogant and commanding. All she got were respectful nods, which she ignored as well.
How large was this place? Christy listened and heard the slaves keep walking down the hall she'd come from. They knew there way around, but all the halls looked so alike and were so long. Christy got to the end of the hall and she had to make a decision. Left or right, neither meant anything to her. She'd passed the turn she normally took, trying to stay on less traveled paths. She knew how to get from Emma's room to the party, but she wasn't stupid enough to think she'd be able to pass there, where everyone saw her and so many… Her fist clenched and she willed herself not to tense up. Left, just go left. It made no difference.
A blur of black caught her eye and then Christy was slammed into the wall. Her heart pounded and she moved into a more battle ready position before she noticed the girl on the floor.
"I'm so sorry Mistress." The slave was actually shaking. "I wasn't watching where I was going, I was irresponsible."
"Silence." Christy stood a little taller and stared at the woman on her knees before her. Did that woman just drop as soon as she ran into Christy? Christy had been so sure she'd been caught. "I don't care about the why's. You touched me without my permission." She hated to see the nervousness and she understood why this woman was scared.
Christy hadn't really been punished for an accident yet, she wasn't sure what was supposed to happen at this point. She could stand and talk like Tessa and Emma did with her, but what was a suitable punishment that would get rid of this slave and not raise questions? It wasn't a comfortable position, being kneeled in front of. It was hard to be cruel when people had been cruel to her. Is that why Tessa was so gentle with her in comparison?
The girl's hair was short and blonde, her face was obscured by the way she stared at Christy's boots. Christy stared helplessly for just a moment. "If I weren't so busy I'd take the time to teach you a lesson about taking care where you walk, but I don't have the time to deal with your incompetence now. Get out of my sight." The surprised expression and quick movement to obey both relieved and worried her.
She started down the hall again, this time more cautiously. There were a surprising number of slaves moving along this path. Most of them had trays of food, which led Christy to believe the kitchen was this way. There was a good chance the kitchen had access to outside. None of the Masters here would want the servants walking groceries through the club.
She moved towards the door she saw another slave come out of with a tray of food, trying to look like she belonged, but from the look the slave gave her she might have been better off in her own slave wear for this part of the trip. She plastered a smirk on her lips and nodded at him, forcing her eyes to take in his body slowly and a bit hungrily.
Christy pushed open the doors to the kitchen forcefully and stepped in like she was a general about to inspect the troops. She hid her nervousness carefully and ignored the eyes that all moved towards her. She scanned the few cooks and helpers, and the few slaves assembling their trays and leaving as if looking for someone, and not happy at all to have to be doing so.
The cooks moved to continue their work and Christy moved as gracefully as she could in the boots she wore along the long counter, past the slaves that after having stared, kept their eyes carefully down, not looking at her.
"Mistress, can I help you?" A man dressed as a cook asked hesitantly.
"Perhaps you can." She turned to glare at him. "My slave, a small women with short red hair, is missing. She was supposed to bring me my breakfast fifteen minutes ago."
The slaves drew her eyes again, as if she was checking to make sure she didn't see her there. "Do you have a back door?"
"I assure you that no slaves have left the premises." His voice rose a little. "Not from here."
"Show me the door." Christy crossed her arms in front of her as she stared at him. "My slave has a horrible smoking habit and she thinks she can hide it from me." She was just making it all up at this point, hoping that regular slaves had enough freedom that this didn't seem impossible.
He started around the table and motioned to her that he was leading her away. Christy strode after him confidently and studied his movements, taking some comfort in some of his awkwardness. Maybe she could overpower him once they reached outside. Running through the city dressed like this would be hard, but she just needed to get out of here before she could worry about blending in out there.
The cook turned into a doorway and Christy followed him down a hallway and into another room. She looked for another door, but she found two people she didn't want to see now standing in front of it. Tessa stood at Sebastian's side and both were staring at her. Christy spun on her heels and moved to try and run out the way she'd come in. She'd ram into the cook if she had to.
The click of a gun and Tessa's voice stopped her. "Christy." Tessa's voice was cold and commanding.
"Mistress." Christy pleaded, remembering how she was supposed to address the woman in front of others as she turned to face the woman.
"Kneel." Tessa's voice was uncaring. Christy took a step to the side and studied the stance of the pair in the doorway. Sebastian looked ready for her to try and get past them, and Tessa was always ready for everything.
She slowly kneeled and swallowed hard as she waited, eyes down. "so sorry Raven." She whispered almost inaudibly. Failure. Everything she touched here ended in failure.
"Do you want to tell me what this is about? I thought you understood you were the guest of honor at our party." Sebastian moved closer and Christy hated him, his voice, his presence. "Aren't you having fun my dear?"
When he paused it was clear he wanted an answer. "No, I'm not." She didn't block the large hand that hit her face even though she saw it coming, she just did her best to shift protection over to that side of her face faster than she normally tried. When she hit the ground she stayed down, but she glared up at him.
"And after all our work to make you feel included in everything." He walked around her and Christy listened for an attack. "Thank you Richard for your assistance. You can get back to work now."
"Of course Mr. Shaw." The cook spoke and Christy could hear his footsteps as he walked away.
"Kneel." Tessa spoke. It was almost like she was a machine, she had no emotions. She was hiding them all. Christy got back onto her knees.
"Yes Mistress." Christy tried to apologize with her eyes for Tessa having to do whatever she had to do. Her eyes lingered on the gun in Tessa's hand, and how it wasn't quite aimed at her. In her own body she'd be pretty confident she could rush Tessa and get out of here. Could she in this one? Could she risk hurting Tessa in her attempt?
"What were you doing?"
"I was going to get out of here." Christy took a deep breath as she stared at Tessa's boots. "Mistress."
"Eyes to me." Tessa spoke a hint softer. Christy looked up, taking in the beautiful woman that made love to her the night before. "Why run now? You've been such a good little slave."
"Selene." Christy sighed. "I… Mistress, I don't want to go to Selene. I don't want other people… no more."
"She doesn't really get the concept of being the slave does she Tessa?" Sebastian spoke. "It doesn't matter what you want, just what your Master's want."
"True." Tessa spoke and Christy let her eyes fall back down to the ground. It sounded so callous. Christy had pretended to be like that before as well, so she didn't plead with her eyes for Tessa's help, knowing how hard it was for the spy as is. "You know you have to be punished for this."
"Yes Mistress." Christy whispered out, feeling her heart sink again.
"I have a few suggestions." Sebastian spoke and Christy did her best not to cringe.
"Thank you, but I am not without ideas of my own." Christy could feel the tension in the air after Tessa spoke.
"There are a lot of people forgetting their place around here." Sebastian sounded angry at Tessa. Christy paled at the thought of Tessa being hurt.
"Sebastian." Tessa spoke more softly. "I want this slave to be mine. Surely you don't want to undermine the authority I've developed."
"Not enough if she's trying to escape."
Tessa turned to her. "Were you trying to escape me?"
"No." Christy stared into Tessa's eyes. "Not you. I… Tessa, Mistress. If it were you…" her eyes fell to the floor. "There are far worse things than being your slave." She was aware of the audience and the need for her to be respectful.
"And you believe her?" Sebastian scoffed.
"She hasn't tried to escape until now Sebastian. I've had her, Emma's had her, and she stayed." Christy blushed, embarrassed by how this was being talked about, and that Tessa knew Emma had her. They moved further away, and Tessa didn't seem concerned that Christy would try to run. It might have something to do with the fact that those two were still in front of the door that was most likely the one Christy wanted. Christy looked down and enhanced her hearing. "Twelve was too many Sebastian. We knew she'd run."
"Yes, and she needs to be punished."
"Not the way you're thinking of doing it." Christy struggled to not fidget as they whispered about her. "If we play this right, she'll be ours, not just our slave, but working for us. We need to be patient and we need to be a little less interested in breaking her. Broken she's of little use for anything but sex." Christy studiously tried to not appear to be listening. Tessa played spy well, it even made her a little nervous, and she knew Tessa was really an Xman. "I will punish her, but my way."
"Very well." Sebastian sounded like he hated giving in. "You've never steered me wrong before. You take care of it, but she still has to be delivered to Selene today. She is the Black Queen after all."
"She never should have been given that title."
"I wasn't given a lot of choice in the matter. You know that."
Christy could see them moving towards her out of the corner of her eye and she lessened her hearing so that when they talked louder it wouldn't hurt. "Stand." Tessa commanded her and Christy did her best in Emma's boots. The things were a little tall. "First we are going back to Emma's room to return her clothes, and then I'll punish you, after Emma has finished with you."
Sebastian glared at her, making Christy want to step further away from him. "I'll see you ladies later." It seemed like a threat. Christy looked down and gritted her teeth to keep from saying anything she'd have to pay for. She wanted to kill him. That was a new feeling. Normally she needed to kill, never wanted to; the person responsible for the attack on her Emma was the only other person she'd wanted dead. Sebastian stayed standing in front of that door as Tessa moved closer to Christy.
"Do I need to restrain you?" Tessa asked.
"No Mistress." Christy ached to rush Sebastian, to try. The look in Tessa's eyes stopped her. They seemed to contain a warning of danger.
As they walked Tessa spoke quietly. "We had you on camera the entire time." Christy's head hung lower at that. She thought it was a little too easy. "You passed another door that could have taken you out. It will be on our left in a few minutes, across from the large mirror on the wall."
Christy's eyebrows drew together as they stopped talking. They stepped into the kitchen again and this time the eyes didn't move off of her.
Tessa had Christy walking in front of her. They stepped out of the kitchen and started down the halls. A few slaves watched them and Christy noticed a two shake their heads at her, as if they knew how bad it was going to be when she got where she was going.
"I have this one gun, it has a full round in it and if you know how to use one, it would be enough to get you past the guards at the exit." Tessa's voice was so quiet Christy had to strain to hear it from behind her. Her eyes widened and she wanted to turn and stare at the woman. "You'd have to take me by surprise."
"What are you doing?" Christy kept her head down to hide the fact she was talking from any hidden cameras. Tessa knew where they were but Christy didn't.
"If you want to leave, I don't want to stop you."
Christy could see the mirror Tessa spoke about coming closer. "What about you?" Losing a prisoner had to come with consequences.
"I would be punished." It was said softly and Christy's head started to turn towards Tessa again, but she stopped herself.
"How?"
"You'd be safe." Tessa paused and Christy willed her to answer the question. "I'd most likely be forced to take your place tonight with Selene."
Christy's body shuddered. Tessa in Selene's hands, and the Black Queen would be pissed as well. Selene was capable of killing with a thought, and enjoyed it. The mirror reflected Christy's light brown hair and her pained expression as she walked right past it, Tessa on her heels. "I can't do that to you." Christy had to take a deep breath to try and calm the tears of frustration and fear. She was better suited to surviving Selene than Tessa. "I could never do that to you Tessy." Her internal Xmen managed to whisper that out loud, clearly agreeing with Christy's decision.
"Oh Raven." Tessa's voice was quieter and clearly pained. They walked in silence the rest of the way to Emma's door.
Emma's cold blue eyes glared at her as Christy stepped into the room, followed by Tessa. The blonde was sitting up in her bed, still naked, and newly awake.
"I believe you lost this." Tessa spoke softly and motioned for Christy to move forward. Christy had stopped walking when Emma glared at her. Christy took a hesitant step forward then straightened her shoulders and forced herself to march up to Emma. She swept the cloak back elegantly and kneeled in front of the blonde.
"Mistress." Christy lowered her eyes. She saw a foot drop down from the bed in front of her, and then the other, to rest on the floor.
"You decided to impersonate me?" Emma's voice was firm.
"My control of my powers weren't up to the task." Christy answered honestly. "I used to impersonate my lover all the time. I thought maybe I could do it."
"Your lover?" Emma's voice was a little surprised. Christy risked looking up in time to catch Emma covering that up. Didn't Tessa tell… oh, she didn't. Emma didn't figure this out?
"My lover was sometimes targeted by assassins. I'd pretend to be her occasionally when she had to appear in places we couldn't secure properly. It wasn't widely known I did that." Christy had argued for that right hard. "I can be a convincing Emma Frost if I need to be, I just can't talk." Her shape shifting powers didn't include voices. "I played decoy."
She was stalling, hoping that she wasn't about to see Emma really want to hurt her for doing this. "The difference is I did not give you permission to take my clothes and run around the club." Emma wasn't budging on this. "You've made a fool of me." Christy's head tilted down a little more. Her back tensed when she heard Emma stand up. "Take off my clothes." Christy nodded and moved to stand.
She carefully didn't look at either woman in the room as she removed the cloak. She set it carefully on the bed, and followed that with the gloves. She had to move to sit on the bed to take the boots off, and she struggled with it for a moment before Tessa moved forward and helped her. Christy's hands were shaking a little too much to manage. Tessa kneeled in front of her and Christy's eyes widened a little as she watched the dark haired woman gently unzip a boot.
She looked up to see Emma shaking her head at Tessa's action. Christy didn't like Tessa being criticized for having a heart. "I love you Mistress." She whispered to Tessa. It wasn't something she admitted easily, but she was worried about what would happen that night and wanted it said at least once.
"I know you do Christy." Tessa didn't even look up as she moved to set the boot to the side of Christy's feet and reach out for the other boot encased leg.
"I'm sorry you have to punish me." Christy ignored the blonde watching with a little surprise on her face.
"It's okay Christy. I understand." Tessa lowered the zipper on the other boot.
"Tessa." Emma's one word held her demand for information.
"She was running from Selene Emma, not you and not me." Tessa informed Emma without even looking away from the boot she lowered off of Christy's leg.
"She still ran." Emma wasn't budging.
"She's a prisoner, she's being raped, and Selene scares all the slaves." Tessa stood up and Christy stared down so that she didn't stare at Tessa as she said that. "Of course she ran."
It was hard not to talk, but Christy moved to unfasten the white corset while a naked but commanding Emma and clothed Tessa stood talking in front of her about her.
Once she got the corset off she laid it next to the other clothes. She bent down and removed the last piece of clothing, then kneeled again, her head bowed.
"Mistress, would you like me to assist you." Tessa's voice surprised Christy and she looked up to see Tessa looking at Emma.
"What are you doing Tessa? Your slave is right here." Emma glared at Tessa and then towards Christy. Christy tried to hide her surprise at hearing Tessa call Emma Mistress.
"I want her to see this part of me." Tessa glanced at Christy. "It doesn't lessen me in your eyes does it? Knowing I'm a slave as well?"
"Never Mistress." Christy answered with all of her conviction.
"Watch me serve." Tessa ordered her and then turned to face Emma. "I want her to see this. To see it doesn't make me less, that it doesn't make her less." They both went silent and Christy watched like she'd been ordered while a telepathic argument raged.
"Very well slave." Emma sighed and motioned towards the clothes. "Assist." Christy watched at Tessa moved to pick up the corset. She watched as Tessa gently helped Emma to put that on, gently tightening it onto the blonde telepath.
Emma held out a hand and let Tessa help her on with a glove. Tessa's head was bowed respectfully, her eyes focused on her task. Christy watched Emma use her ungloved hand to caress Tessa's cheek. They had clearly touched many times before. Christy had heard it, known it, but seeing it was different.
Emma was gentler with Tessa than she was with Christy. She felt a bit of jealousy, and she fought it down. It wasn't her Emma. She watched how Tessa let Emma touch her so easily and kept her eyes down. Her Mistress, her mind growled at seeing Tessa bow to anyone as well, and this was just Emma. She felt conflicted and wondered how much was her own emotions and how much was her emotions clashing with her double's. She'd never merged with a double in quite this way before and the line between them blurred often.
The cloak went over Emma's head and still the woman was bare below the waist. Christy expected Tessa to pick up the panties next, but Tessa moved to kneel in front of Emma, gracefully moving her own cloak out of the way as she did so.
Christy couldn't stop the gasp as she watched Tessa move closer to kiss Emma's sex slowly, reverently. "Yes." Emma whispered and moved a hand behind Tessa's immaculately done hair to caress her neck. "It's been a while Tessa." The dark haired woman moved so slowly, licking, kissing. Christy felt a squeak in her voicebox as she watched and had to clamp her mouth shut.
"Are you aroused slave?" Emma spoke and Christy looked up from the sight of Tessa servicing Emma slowly to see Emma staring at her. "Well, are you?"
"Yes." Christy licked her lips and didn't deny what this was doing to her. She was embarrassed by a whimper she accidentally let go as Tessa moved her face closer to Emma. Did her Emma and the Tessa on that world ever… god it was so beautiful. "Yes, Mistress." Christy finally finished the words.
"Your slave doesn't hide her need well." Emma spoke while staring down at Tessa. "Have you been using your mouth on her? You shouldn't, no Master should use their mouth." Emma's body shook just a little as Tessa pleasured her. How she could do this standing up was a mystery to Christy, because she knew how good Tessa was at this. Tessa didn't pull away to answer, knowing Emma wasn't really asking, or maybe she didn't need to pull away, since they were both telepaths.
Christy remembered being able to talk to her lover while doing things like that.
"You've been a bad girl haven't you Tessa." Emma finally pulled away, unable to stand. "Come." Emma lifted Tessa's cloak off of her and set it aside before moving toward the bed. Then Emma's voice rose. "Christy, your Mistress told you to watch. You'll need to either sit on the couch or the bed to see."
"Yes Mistress." Christy moved to stand as Emma moved to lay on her bed, her legs parted for Tessa.
"Service me Tessa." Emma's voice was a little heated. Christy felt her body stop to just stare. To watch this seemed indecent and she should pick the further option Emma gave her and sit on the chair, but her body ached to get on the bed. She'd been with these women herself, it wouldn't be taking liberties to want to be close now would it? Christy stood by the bed, part of her body aimed as if she was going to walk to the chair, but she didn't move.
"Christy." Tessa leaned away from Emma's body to speak. "Come."
"Yes Mistress." Her voice was deep, needy, as she moved to crawl onto the oversized bed. She watched as Tessa returned to her task, but she did it so slowly, drawing out the pleasure. Christy could practically feel how it would feel to have Tessa on her body like that. Why did Tessa want her to see this? Christy tried to think, but her eyes couldn't leave what she was watching. She looked up into Emma's face and saw the way Emma tried to keep her pleasure quiet as she came.
Tessa moved back to kneel on the bed between Emma's legs and wait.
"You can take your pleasure from your slave if you want." Emma granted a little breathlessly. Christy turned hopeful eyes to Tessa, thinking maybe now she'd be allowed to touch Tessa.
"Thank you, but that isn't necessary Mistress." Tessa crushed Christy's hope.
"Very well." Emma stared at Tessa for a long time and again Christy sensed she was disappointed in Tessa. "You're too attached." Emma told Tessa. "Maybe when you have other slaves you'll learn."
"I don't want other slaves." Tessa's hand moved over Christy's back, caressing her gently. "Just this one."
"Tessa, it doesn't pay to get attached to a slave, and definitely not this one." Emma moved to sit up and shifted to get off the bed, but she didn't say Christy could move. "You know this one is different."
"Christy." Tessa moved to stand as well. "You need to be able to serve Selene as if she were Emma or I. Tonight you need to do this, but I want you to know that no one will think less of you for submitting. Did you think less of me just now?"
"No Mistress." Christy's sexual need was cut down considerably with the mention of Selene's name.
Tessa caressed Christy's face and then stared into her eyes. "I see how you bristle around Selene, and I want you to stop that. I know it's easier to submit to Emma or I, but I want you to submit to her. Give her no cause to hurt you. If you can let yourself enjoy it, do that." Tessa paused. "Pretend if you have to so that you feel something, pretend it's me, pretend it's Emma, whatever you need to do. It's only your body, and if you feel pleasure you aren't betraying anyone."
Christy just nodded, and didn't bother to tell Tessa all her fears, because now she'd chosen to face this so Tessa wouldn't. She didn't need to make Tessa feel worse about that. It was Christy's decision to not take Tessa's offer to escape.
"Come closer." Tessa patted her own leg and Christy crawled to the edge of the bed to kneel. "Spread your legs." Christy moved her knees further apart as she watched Tessa remove one of her black gloves. "Up." Christy stopped sitting back on her heels and she was still not as tall as Tessa even with the mattress making up more than her normal standing height.
Christy gasped as Tessa's hand moved between her legs. "You still need to be punished." Tessa's other arm pulled Christy's body tight to her own as her hand touched Christy, reviving the need. This was punishment? Christy's hips started to thrust into Tessa's hand.
"Please." She whispered as she felt her pleasure building. Tessa stopped.
"I'll be touching you often today, but you won't get release and you won't give it to yourself."
Christy's breathing started to calm and her body shook. "Go put on all but your panties, while Emma and I order breakfast."
Christy's enhanced hearing and the cracked open bathroom door helped her hear a few more comments between the other women. "So now you're playing your slave's fluffer for her night with Selene?"
"If that's what it takes." Tessa spoke with little inflection.
She wasn't sure how much time passed, how many times Tessa tortured her with her own need, when she noticed what was being said again. "The idea is to keep her in a sexual haze isn't it?"
"She's doesn't need that much. You'll overdose her. Keep in mind that you've developed a tolerance to those drugs Emma, she hasn't. Cut it in half."
There was the sound of stirring and then Emma spoke up. "Christy, have some juice. You need to keep up your strength for tonight."
Christy moved back so she could stand. "You can sit in a chair." Tessa spoke gently.
Knowing they were drugging her right before taking her to Selene, Christy drank every last drop of that juice, hoping it would help like they seemed to think it would. Maybe she'd get lucky and Raven would just pass out inside of her so that they both didn't have to go through this, but it seemed unlikely. It was for Raven's sake that she didn't let her own ego get in the way of what Tessa and Emma were trying to do for her.