What the man did was more about power than it was lust. Even Storm knew this. He took great pleasure in slapping her around and always knew exactly how to hit her without leaving a mark. Only once had he ever gone "too far" and left bite marks close enough to her neck to force the girl to wear turtle necks in the middle of an unusually warm spring until it healed. Today she knew would be no different.
The girl froze as she noticed a second figure standing just behind the door. It was a man she didn't recognize. A few years older than the principal based on his salt and pepper hair but judging by the way he looked at her as she reluctantly went into the room not much kinder. Behind his desk Mr. Toler studied his pet. It was what he decided to make her the moment he realized what she was. In reality that was what all mutants were weren't they? Animals with far too much power and not enough boundaries, it was up to him and the rest of the human race to ensure such creatures knew their place.
Closing the door behind them the new man locked it turning back to Storm who shrunk under his gaze. Frozen with fear the young woman could do nothing but cower as the man before her began his inspection. Without saying a word to her he took a hold of Ororo's face moving it up to meet his. He ran thick fingers through her hair down the side of her quivering cheek across her neck which swallowed due to anxiety and finally stopped just before reaching the beginning of her left breast. Looking back up to Mr. Toler the man gave him a sly grin "Your description didn't do her justice, she's better than you said she was". The man nodded in response and rose from his desk this time speaking to Storm.
"This is Professor Johnson". "You are not to call him that". "You will call him master or exalted one". The young woman's head spun with confusion fueled by questions and fear but nodded anyway as to not provoke the man's wrath. Stopping behind Storm so that she was sandwiched in between the two men Mr. Toler continued to speak. "I'm going to give you deal today" he whispered gliding his fingers through her loose hair. "Professor Johnson is very curious when it comes to mutants". "If you give us the name of one of the others here you will be free to go for good". "But" the man said taking a hold of the young woman's face so that she turned looking directly at him "If you don't, well…let's just say he's not a very forgiving man".
Storm felt her eyes wander towards the figure that stood uncomfortably close to her. He was a big man. More muscle than anything else. Skin the color of unbaked dough, and piercing green eyes she felt raking over her as she considered her options. For a brief moment Scott and his special glasses crossed her mind. One girl from algebra could walk through walls. Jean in the class across from her's was a telepath and nearly half of Ms. Messenger's class would be joining her at the dinner table that night. She looked down scolding herself for even considering the option. They were her family and she loved them. "I…I cant" the girl whispered.
She hadn't expected Mr. Toler to be the one to slap her. Unlike the times before he used his full strength, his hand making full contact with her face via a loud crack. Unprepared for the assault the girl fell back onto the floor at the feet of the men who stood before her. Looking up through watering eyes Ororo flinched as the second man bent over wiping away a line of blood that had began to trickle down from her nose. "Careful Greg" he stated. "We wouldn't want to ruin such a pretty face". Still keeping his eye on the shaking girl the "exalted one" continued to speak.
"You may choose not to give us answers…but I will make you wish you had". "Put her on the table" he commanded rising from in front of Ororo. Grabbing a hold of Storms waist Mr. Toler lifted the struggling young woman from the floor dragging her towards his desk. "Please don't" she pleaded as he threw her onto the wooden slab. Pressing a large hand over Storm's face the man smiled. "Oh Ororo you know how much I love to hear you beg". Coming in beside Storm the second man grabbed a hold of the neck of her oversized sweater tearing it down past her naval.
Storm turned away from him, her hands unsuccessfully attempting to cover the most intimate parts of her anatomy. What remained of the powder blue garment fell open around her shoulders and her attacker took his time running a rough hand down her naked frame. With one hand firmly clamped around the squirming woman's neck he took his time unzipping his pants wanting the girl to be able to hear what was coming and with realization in her eyes she cried. "Mr. Toler has been soft on you my dear" the man said dipping his fingers into the waist of the young mutant's jeans. "But I won't be so gentle". In a single rough yank Ororo was left nearly completely nude. Keeping his hand on her neck the "Master" took pleasure in her fresh tears. Leaning forward he brought out his tongue sliding it over a stray drop. "I'll make sure you learn what girls like you are for" he whispered into her ear.
Seconds later Storm cried out in pain as the man thrust into her hard enough to make the table shake from the force. He did this several times laughing as she kicked and squirmed beneath him begging the man to stop. Across for him Mr. Toler watched with a sickening smirk. She could scream all she wanted it wouldn't make a difference. The sound proofing in that office was enough to set off a bomb in there without it being noticed. In his hands he held a small camera which he used to take pictures as he observed the assault in front of him.
When it was over Storm lay in a state of shock staring at the wall across from her. "You were a very good girl" The man whispered to her. Coming to her senses but not enough to allow her to consider the situation she spat at the "Master". "Don't touch me" she hissed. The man's smile faded and he slapped Ororo across the face hard enough to send fresh blood flying in the direction of the very same wall she had been staring at. Grabbing a hold of her face once more he continued to speak."Who the hell do you think you are". "You belong to the human brother hood now SWEETHEART" he spat. "You don't even breathe unless we tell you to".