Professor Johnson was in the room when Storm entered although she knew better than to call him that. He wasted no time with formalities. No sooner had the door closed behind her did the man grab a hold of Ororo's shirt and yank it over her head. He unbuttoned her pants next nearly knocking her to the floor as he pushed her out of them. When all her garments had been removed he took a hold of her loose ponytail slipping her shock white hair out of its holder. Out of reflex Storm moved her hands to cover herself as the strands fell over her shoulders only to be stopped by the man. "Hands down" he ordered. Storm shivered as she felt piercing green eyes bore holes into her exposed flesh. The man stared at her with the same intensity Mr. Toler had when she was first called into his office and it terrified her to see it again.
Looking around she noticed the Principal was not present. "Turn around" the Master commanded. Slowly Storm turned fighting the urge to cover herself which she knew it would result in punishment. In the three weeks since she had first met him the man had weighed, measured and prodded her all in the name of some secret mutant research he was conducting. He performed several experiments on her and had once even beaten her to test her pain tolerance careful to leave bruises only where clothing would easily cover it. All his findings he wrote down in a small leather bound notebook just as he did that moment. He was looking for something. Perhaps a deformality, a birthmark, some sort of sign that would make spotting people like her easier. Looking for what it was that made a mutant. If Xavier were there he would tell the man there was no real difference, that she was just like everybody else. A tear slipped from Ororo's eye as she thought of her teacher's words, a tear she quickly brushed away as to not let it be noticed by the man in front of her. It had been nearly two weeks since she had been sent to Mr. Toler's office, a lot had changed. For one thing as she looked around the room she noticed a long brown speckled couch with two matching dark brown pillows had been added and that a second change had yet to be discovered. The room was off although she couldn't pin point how.
Instead of allowing her to put back on her clothes the Master walked over to the newly placed couch instructing Storm to follow. He sat first and she waited for him to give her a command as to not anger him by acting on her own. "Sit" he said nodding to the place beside him. Obediently the young mutant took a place beside the man unsure of what he expected of her and terrified that she already knew. In her fear she barely noticed the Professor as he unzipped his pants. "Come here" he said. Taking a hold of the girls hand as she sat he placed it on top of his bare flesh. "Rub it" commanded. Ororo remained frozen unsure of how to act. When she did not react the man slapped her hard enough to send her to the floor had it not been for the vice like grip he had on her left hand. "Now" he whispered. "What did I just ask you to do"?
Pushing back a dry heave the young woman forced her trembling hand to take a hold of him running her hand slowly across his length. Her powers were still developing and even weaker when she was in such a state of fear but perhaps enough of a concentrated burst could...As if reading her mind the Master grabbed a hold of her hovering hand. "Careful" he said. "If you don't do a good job I will have to teach you what a real one is". Storm froze at the sound of a door opening only to find that the only door she could see was not moving, instead a part of the wall beside them pushed out revealing a hidden door. Mr. Toler stepped out of it.
The man turned to the two of them almost immediately and a glint of anger passed over his face disappearing almost as quickly as it appeared. Lowering her head Storm tried not to look at him. He would surely make her pay for this. "I didn't know you would be here this early" he stated dryly to the Professor. The man nodded. "Come sit Greg, we were just spending a little quality time together, how did the meeting go"? Wrapping an arm around her the "Master" pulled Ororo flush against him as Mr. Toler closed the hidden door beside them reluctantly taking a place on the coach. "I didn't tell you to stop" the Master said guiding the girls hands into its previous motions.
Despite Ororo's presence the two men talked freely and she took the opportunity to listen. "I hear one of them freaks created a school somewhere in the state" Mr. Toler stated. "Mutants" the Master spat. "Just another burden to the human race, I bet they think they can start a war with us but, if it's a war their preparing for we are more than willing to meet the need". Biting her lip Storm forced herself not to stick up for the institute. As far as she knew the "Master" knew nothing of Xavier or the location of the school and she would not be the one to tell them. A hand slipped between her legs and she winced as fingers pressed at her entrance.