Chapter Three
Jean stepped out of the steamy shower stall and levitated a fluffy bath towel to her hand. Standing before the mirror set above the small hotel sink, Jean rubbed down her long, dripping, scarlet hair.
Jean stiffened when strong arms snaked around her small waist. Lowering the towel, Jean saw Chuck Wyngarde standing close behind her, his darkly handsome face resting on Jean's bare shoulder.
"Preparing for tonight, my love? Excellent, you look ravishing," purred Chuck, licking Jean's right earlobe.
Jean moaned and melted in Chuck's possessive embrace, she rested her head on Chuck's shoulder, she offered the man her wet, pink lips, Chuck seized them roughly, kissing Jean hard, savoring the taste of the naked redhead's yielding mouth.
As they kissed and held each other in front of the misty mirror, Chuck cupped Jean's beading left breast, he massaged the beauty's firm mammary, his lips searing fire upon Jean's shivering throat, upon the sensual young woman's creamy, bare shoulder.
"This night you will be mine, body and soul."
Then, as if from a dream, Chuck was gone, Jean stood alone before the glistening mirror, her cheeks flushed, her dripping breasts swelling. Panting, Jean clasped the rim of the sink, her dreams were becoming reality, the man from her bloodline's past was becoming flesh and blood, soon the dream would claim her forever, and part of her wanted that dream man to possess her utterly.
Recovering her damp bath towel, Jean resumed drying herself. When she was done, Jean set aside the towel and levitated her evening gown from the back of the bathroom door.
***
Scott frowned when two limos were waiting at the hotel entrance. Thunder rumbled high overhead, a light shower was starting, the precursor to a mighty gale.
"I only ordered one limo for all four of us," muttered Scott, glancing over his shoulder at Storm and Colossus who waited patiently by the hotel doors.
Jean set a hand on Scott's left arm. "I ordered a second limo for them, Scott. I wanted us to be alone during the drive to the Hellfire Club."
Scott sighed but didn't argue further, he walked ahead to open the first limo's door for Jean, then he waved to his friends before climbing into the spacious back seat.
The long black limo slid soundlessly into traffic. The rain was picking up, lightning briefly illuminated New York's skyline.
Jean clung to Scott's arm, her lithe body was warm against her lover, Scott squeezed Jean's clasping hand and kissed her thick red hair. Gazing affectionately at Jean, Scott was taken aback by the daring of Jean's black silk evening gown. The sheer fabric clung to Jean's body like a second skin, every feminine contour was hugged by the shimmering gown, Jean's hard nipples were visibly evident beneath the snug silk, her lush, milky breasts were put on display by the plunging neckline, Jean's back was also laid bare down to the beauty's small waist.
"You don't approve?" smiled Jean mischievously, sensing Scott's brooding thoughts through the psychic rapport they now shared.
Scott draped an arm over Jean's shoulders. "The dress is beautiful."
Jean snuggled closer to Scott, she placed a warm hand on Scott's left thigh, she squeezed the muscled limb, running her hand up and down Scott's leg.
When Jean kissed Scott, the X-Men leader didn't pull away. With each hungry embrace, Jean became bolder, after four kisses Jean was straddling Scott's legs, her black gown hiked up to free Jean's slender, ivory legs. Running his palms over Jean's luscious, pale thighs, Scott made a shocking discovery, Jean was not wearing panties under her sheer gown.
Giggling at Scott's surprise, Jean plucked her lover's left hand from her bare thigh, she guided it inside her low neckline, she placed Scott's warm palm over her milky breast, beneath her racing heart.
"Jean, no! The partition's down, the driver will see and hear us!" whispered Scott sharply.
"Let him watch," murmured Jean, her green eyes aflame as she began dry-humping Scott's crotch, her slim arms draped across her lover's shoulders, her moist ruby lips brushing over Scott's flaming cheeks, his quivering lips.
With the musky scent of Jean's perfume driving him wild, Scott mentally dismissed the silent driver and unzipped his fly. Jean smiled hotly and lifted her naked crotch from Scott's lap so that he could press the bloated tip of his cock against the puckered pink lips of Jean's hungry pussy.
Jean's lusty moan reverberated through the rear compartment when Scott's prick disappeared within the wet folds of Jean's vagina. Burying her clutching fingers in Scott's dark hair, Jean writhed upon Scott's bucking lap, she tossed her loose, glossy, red hair, she arched her spine, grinding her pelvis into Scott, her thighs splayed widely apart while Scott's thick meat rammed up into her gaping cunt. Panting louder and louder, Jean humped Scott like a bitch in heat, sweat gleamed between her ivory breasts as she rode Scott relentlessly, until with one last sharp thrust of her shapely hips Jean climaxed on top of Scott, a moment later she smiled when she felt her lover's love fountain gush inside her shivering belly.
The mute driver guided the limo up the curved drive to the front doors of the Hellfire Club. Jean combed a hand through her damp red hair as she climbed off of Scott's lap, she smoothed her gown down her slender legs, her cheeks and cleavage still glowed bright pink.
Scott zipped up his trousers before opening the passenger door. Stepping out, Scott took Jean's offered hand while a frocked and wigged liveryman descended the front steps of the Hellfire Club with an umbrella to ward off the now pouring rain.
Jean nestled against Scott's body while they climbed the rain-soaked steps of the Hellfire Club's grand entrance. At the ornate doors, Scott handed a gorgeous young woman in a skimpy french maid's uniform the invitations that Angel had arranged for the X-Men. As they walked through the wide doorway, Scott was horrified to see Jean's smoldering green eyes actually linger upon the fishnet-clad maid, then they were in the grand foyer and Scott was overwhelmed by the lavish displays of wealth that glittered and gleamed everywhere.
Another wigged liveryman offered Scott and Jean flutes of sparkling champagne from a brightly polished silver tray. Jean sipped from a glass, Scott abstained, instead he scoured the milling guests and servants, searching for any sign of the club's Inner Circle.
A slow waltz began to play in the grand ballroom. Smiling, Jean set aside her empty glass and tugged Scott into the crowd, she faced him and lifted his hands in hers, then they were slowly spinning, moving in time with the other dancing couples.
*Storm and Colossus are here,* reported Jean telepathically.
*Good. Tell them to mingle until we can get away from the party,* replied Scott through the rapport.
*Can't we finish this dance?* grinned Jean, pressing her bosom to Scott's chest.
*When you put it that way,* smiled Scott, enjoying the soft pressure of Jean's tits against him. *You look beautiful, Jean.*
*Thanks,* purred Jean, leaning into Scott, letting him swirl her across the gleaming dance floor.
"Mind if I cut in, sirrah?" smiled a smartly dressed Southern gentleman.
Before Scott could open his mouth the stranger wisked Jean away. Jean made not a protest, in fact she continued to dance as smoothly as if she were still in Scott's embrace.
Frowning angrily, Scott slipped through the tight knots of guests, always several steps behind Jean and her dashing partner. Scott finally managed to break away from the crowd just as the rogue led Jean up a narrow flight of steps just off the dance floor.
***
At the top of the stairs, Chuck pinned Jean against a wall. Jean wrapped her arms around Chuck's neck as he kissed her passionately, his rough hands squeezing her breasts, dropping to her rounded hips to reach around her waist to her taut buttocks straining within the skintight confines of her ebony gown.
"At last we are together, my lord!" moaned Jean, snatching Chuck's hand from her left buttock and bringing the hand to her open cleavage, shoving Chuck's fingers beneath her tight gown to grope her aching right tit.
Chuck kissed Jean roughly again, relishing the beautiful young woman's sweet breath inside his mouth. "Aye, my wife, my love, you are mine forever now!"
Frantic steps pounded up the stairs beneath Wyngarde and Jean. Chuck broke away from the panting red-haired beauty.
"Take on your true form, my dear, then smite mine enemy with your power!"
Smiling wickedly, Jean's gown shimmered and changed.
***
Scott raced up the long staircase, chest pounding, temples throbbing. He couldn't sense Jean's thoughts through their rapport, something was very wrong.
Wyngarde was waiting at the top of the stairs, hands resting arrogantly on his hips.
"Lose something, boy?"
"Where's Jean? What have you done with her?" demanded Scott.
"I've done nothing, Cyclops. The fair damsel is mine, you will not be her shining knight this time."
Wyngarde turned from the stair, as he did, his handsome features fell away briefly.
"Mastermind!" exclaimed Scott, instantly recognizing the old enemy.
Scott lunged after the retreating master of illusion. As he cleared the last stairstep, blinding fire erupted around Scott. Cyclops screamed, then collapsed to the rich carpeting in a smoking heap.
The Black Queen stood over the fallen X-Man, her full ruby lips curled into a smug smile.
Chuck stood to the Black Queen's left, visibly shivering with excitement at the display of raw power at his command. "Magnificent, my dear! But did you kill him? The Hellfire Club wants the X-Men alive."
The woman who was once Jean Grey rested her black leather-gloved hands upon her sensual hips, her emerald eyes were cold as they gazed upon Cyclop's smoldering frame. "Have no fear, beloved husband, if the Black Queen had struck to kill, there would be nothing of the dear lad but ashes."
*****
Chapter Four
The Hellfire Club.
An exclusive gathering for New England's wealthy and social elite. The club maintains a lavish meeting place in New York City, where tonight a party for Senator Kelly's election committee is taking place. Senator Kelly is rumored to be a popular candidate in the next Presidential election, the party offered by the club is an attempt to woo the anti-mutant senator into their camp.
Unknown to the senator and most of the revelers tonight, there is a secret cabal at the very heart of the Hellfire Club, an inner circle of powerful mutants who seek to dominate the world through politics, money, and corruption. There are four who form the black heart of the Hellfire Club, tonight a fifth joins their ranks.
The first is Sebastian Shaw, the Black King of the Hellfire Club. A wealthy industrialist and political advisor to Senator Kelly, Sebastian has the mutant ability to absorb physical impacts to become stronger, thus using an opponent's own strength against him or her.
Second is Donald Pierce, a cyborg, possessing great mechanical strength and speed.
Third is Harry Leland, a rotund man with the mutant ability to increase a person's mass a hundredfold.
Fourth is Chuck Wyngarde, known in the past as Mastermind, a mutant with the ability to project illusions directly into a victim's mind.
And the newest member of the Inner Circle is Jean Grey, the Hellfire Club's Black Queen. Jean is in the thrall of Mastermind, who has convinced the former X-Man that she is reliving the life of an ancestor, a cruel woman who belonged to the Hellfire Club during the Revolutionary War period, and who was married to a man appearing exactly as Chuck Wyngarde in his current guise.
The Inner Circle has gathered in a spacious, richly appointed study, standing by a roaring fire as they gloat over the bound X-Men they have just defeated in battle. Cyclops, Storm, Colossus, and Nightcrawler have been captured, their powers blocked by nullifier collars. Cyclops, Storm, and Colossus were overpowered when they broke away from the party still taking place downstairs, Nightcrawler was captured trying to infiltrate the club from the sewers, Wolverine was with him, but during the battle Logan was lost to the raging sewer stream swollen with recent rain, weighed down by Leland's mass manipulation ability.
Drinking wine freely from golden goblets, flush with victory, the members of the Hellfire Club congratulated each other.
"Well done, Chuck. Without your Black Queen our victory would not have been possible," smiled Sebastian, shaking Chuck's hand firmly.
"I'm aware of that," grinned Chuck smugly, accepting Shaw's hand while Jean rested her leather-gloved arm on one of Chuck's shoulders, beaming at her triumphant husband.
Sebastian's cheerful facade cracked at the deliberate slight, he smoothed his expression quickly, releasing Chuck's hand to loom over the crouched, chained bodies of the fallen X-Men.
Chuck entwined his fingers with Jean's, he inhaled the sweet perfume of the rose tied to the Black Queen's gloved wrist.
"May we go somewhere private, my lord?" murmured Jean in Chuck's ear, followed by a playful lick that made Mastermind shiver.
"Of course, fair lady," smiled Chuck, wrapping his arm around Jean's small waist.
Holding each other, Chuck and the Black Queen headed for the room's exit.
"Don't be long, we must deal with our guests soon," reminded Shaw, his dark eyes lingering upon Jean's leather-clad figure.
"Just be sure you don't lose any of them like you lost Wolverine, Shaw," retorted Wyngarde, opening the door for his sultry, flame-haired wife.
***
Chuck slammed Jean against the closed bedroom door. The two lovers caressed each other while they embraced wildly, Jean groping Wyngarde's crotch while Chuck reached atop Jean's head to free her bright red hair from its tight bun. Jean shook out her long, scarlet mane, then she hugged Chuck's neck and devoured his mouth, rubbing her lean, leather-garbed body against her husband's.
Lifting his Black Queen into his arms, Chuck carried Jean to an enormous four-poster, canopied bed. Chuck gently lowered Jean to the mattress, then he opened his silk shirt and shrugged out of his long velvet coat. Jean wantonly spread her slender legs wide for Chuck, plucking at the knot holding her black leather corset closed, with a sharp tug the knot unraveled, Jean slipped a gloved hand into her tight corset, squeezing her swelling left breast as she licked her blood-red lips and moaned for her husband's attentions.
Naked, Chuck climbed into bed with Jean, he knelt between the Black Queen's spread-eagled legs, running his hands over her sleek limbs. Jean sat up and cupped Chuck's bearded face, she kissed him passionately, stroking with her tongue, fingers combing through Chuck's thick, dark hair. Wyngarde ripped open the Black Queen's untied corset, he buried his face between Jean's heaving breasts, licking the musky cleft between the shuddering tits, running his tongue slowly around each cherry-pink nipple, gently gnawing the breast buds to hardness, licking the sweet nubs until they gleamed with saliva.
Jean bit her quivering lower lip and hugged her husband's head to her warm bosom, her nipples tingled and ached deliciously when Chuck licked and suckled upon them, she clung to Chuck's skull, guiding his mouth to her engorged breast buds, groaning when he sucked one of her tits completely into his mouth, slurping upon her creamy, pliant, tit flesh, soaking the firm mammary in drool.
Releasing Jean's gleaming breast, Chuck sampled the Black Queen's ruby lips again, then he pushed her down onto her back, one hand tugging the sultry redhead's black leather panties down luscious, ivory thighs.
Jean moaned huskily when Chuck started sucking on her puffy pink cunt. The writhing Black Queen clutched Wyngarde's head that was nestled between her quaking thighs, her bare knees buckled and knocked together, she closed her limbs about Chuck's head, grinding her crotch into the man's eager mouth, honey spilling from her gaping twat.
With her black-gloved arms crossed above her unbound hair, Jean rocked beneath Chuck, humping her husband's sucking, licking mouth, heat rising from her melting pussy to her fluttering belly, until a fever-rush of ecstasy raced through her from toes to fingertips, leaving her shivering and limp upon the wide bed.
Rising from Jean's crotch, Chuck licked his wet lips, then he mounted Jean, pushing his erection through Jean's sticky vulva, letting his weight drive his prick down deep into the panting Queen's love tunnel.
Jean draped her gloved arms over Chuck's strong shoulders, she wrapped her legs around her husband's, flexing her pelvis, slamming her crotch into the man above her.
Wyngarde and the Black Queen bucked and rocked against each other, entwined in each other's possessive limbs, mouths locking, tongues caressing as the bed shifted and creaked beneath them. Burying his hands in Jean's wet, fiery hair, Chuck ran his tongue down his Black Queen's pale, milky throat, avoiding the spiked leather collar cinched around Jean's alabaster neck. Licking across Jean's collar bone, Wyngarde pursed his lips to plant hot kisses over both of Jean's rolling breasts, the Black Queen's sharp nails dragging up Chuck's writhing, sweat-slick back.
Harder and harder Chuck pounded between Jean's open thighs, spearing deep into the moaning, bucking, scarlet-maned brood mare. Clinging to Chuck's neck, Jean bit into his muscular shoulder, small ivory teeth digging into hot flesh and drawing blood as Chuck drove his cock to the hilt into Jean's shuddering belly, filling her with hot, thick seed.
Lying in each other's sweat-slick arms, Chuck brushed away a curling tendril of scarlet hair from Jean's flushed pink forehead.
"We have to get back to the others."
"I want to stay here in your arms forever, my lord," smiled Jean softly, nestling closer to Chuck's naked frame, her breasts soft and warm against Wyngarde's bare chest.
Chuck grinned, pleased with himself at how thoroughly Jean was in his thrall. He kissed Jean's moist lips, aroused by her sweet breath upon his mouth.
"We will have a lifetime to pleasure each other, my dear. But now we must rejoin the Inner Circle, when I've assumed my rightful place as Black King with you at my side, then I will take you in every way imaginable."
Jean purred at the promise, her green eyes smoldering with unquenchable fires. Wyngarde and the Black Queen embraced for long minutes, Chuck squeezing one of Jean's naked, tight buttocks. Finally parting from their ravenous kiss, husband and wife reluctantly rose from the sweaty, disheveled bed to slip back into their clothes. Taking Jean's leather-gloved arm, Chuck guided her out of the dark bedroom and back to the fire-lit study.
*****
Chapter Five
Scott Summers could see nothing but darkness. The leader of the X-Men crouched low, weighed down by heavy manacles and chains, his head locked inside a ruby quartz helmet completely devoid of openings. The voices of Scott's captors were muffled by the sealed helmet, so were the outcries of his friends when they were prodded or struck by the arrogant Inner Circle. Feeling more helpless than he could ever remember, Scott turned inward, he begged Jean to help her friends escape, but the psychic rapport between them was dead, Scott could feel none of his love's thoughts or emotions.
Dropping to the floor and curling his manacled legs beneath him, Scott tried to get comfortable, then he closed his eyes, breathing deeply, focusing his mind upon Jean, straining to grasp any lingering tendril of their once-strong psychic bond.
Suddenly sunlight blinded Scott's sight. The X-Man was running, sprinting across a thick, green lawn with hounds barking at his heels and horses pounding after him.
Scott stumbled and fell, bruising his bare knees, the pain very real as he struggled back to his uncovered feet and lurched back into a weaving run. Scott raced across a vast estate, weighed down by a smelly deer hide complete with gnarled horns. Except for the deer hide, Scott was completely naked, sweat poured down his body as he fought to stay a few steps ahead of the snarling, slathering, hunting dogs.
One horse and rider dogged Scott's every step, the black stallion thundered after Scott, drawing closer and closer, until finally the scarlet-haired rider slashed Scott across the shoulders with a biting riding crop, hurling Scott to the ground.
Scott wheezed for breath while the rider circled back around. A second rider joined the red-maned beauty, a darkly handsome man with a neatly trimmed beard. The two riders dismounted, the woman strode up to Scott, her riding clothes were tight upon her curvaceous body, her hair was unbound and shimmered like fire in the bright afternoon sun.
"A good catch, my dear," smiled the bearded man, standing to the side of the flushed young woman.
"Now the only thing left is to make the kill, beloved," smiled Jean, her green eyes predatory as she accepted a shining hunting knife from Chuck Wyngarde.
"Jean..no!" screamed Scott just before Jean plunged the heavy blade through her lover's corded neck.
Scott slumped to the floor, panting raggedly inside his stuffy helmet.
Chuck Wyngarde smiled down at Cyclop's curled body, he had anticipated Scott trying to contact Jean through their rapport, luckily he had intercepted the attempt before Scott had actually entered Jean's enthralled mind.
The rest of the Inner Circle were still drinking and congratulating themselves. Chuck considered them all bores except for Shaw, that man was a threat soon to be eliminated to make way for his own ascension to the throne of Black King.
Sebastian Shaw lowered his empty goblet from his lips, he nodded briefly to Chuck, then bowed at the waist for Jean, who smiled at him hotly.
"I'm glad you've returned. Wyngarde, I want you to go with Leland and Pierce, arrange for the transport of our 'guests' to a more secure facility."
Chuck eyed Shaw suspiciously, then glanced at his enamored Black Queen. Wyngarde smiled to himself, his hold upon Jean Grey was total and complete.
"Very well, I suppose you require at least one competent person to oversee the prisoners' transfer."
Sebastian's smile was brittle while the three men filed out, Leland and Pierce grumbling every step of the way. When the Black Queen moved to fill a goblet with wine, Shaw joined her and poured for the leather-clad young woman.
"I'm glad we have this time alone, my lady," smiled Sebastian, filling a second goblet for himself and tapping it against Jean's.
"What do you desire of me, my lord?" purred the Black Queen, her ruby lips gleaming, wet with wine that she licked seductively with the tip of her pink tongue.
Stepping close to the Black Queen, Shaw slipped his left hand through the heavy folds of the Queen's black cloak, he found the redhead's leather panties, and he inserted his groping hand inside them, fondling Jean's firm, warm buttocks.
Jean smiled and sipped from her goblet while Sebastian squeezed her luscious ass, dragging an index finger through her tight ass crack. The Black Queen laughed huskily when Shaw massaged the tender flesh between her pussy and bung, she lowered her empty goblet, then wrapped her gloved arms around Sebastian's neck, kissing him with her sweet, wine-flavored lips.
Shaw kneaded a taut buttock while he enfolded Jean's supple waist with his free arm, Sebastian kissed the Black Queen hard, sucking on her intoxicating rosebud mouth, aroused by Jean's musky scent mixed with the smell of leather.
Jean pulled away from Sebastian's demanding lips, she panted deeply, her corset-bound breasts swelling within their tight leather confines.
"Please allow me to service my lord properly," murmured Jean, her sultry green eyes glittering as she dropped to her knees, leather-gloved hands reaching for the polished buckle of Shaw's snug breeches.
Sebastian groaned while Jean sucked deeply upon his stiff erection, ruby lips enfolding and caressing every inch of veined meat that slipped inside her warm, wet mouth. Shaw hugged Jean's pumping head, thrusting into the Black Queen's yielding mouth, shoving his cock deep into Jean's constricting throat.
The Black Queen ran her moist tongue along Shaw's aching prick from tip to balls, she fondled Sebastian's engorged shaft while she slurped loudly on each of the Black King's heavy testicles, her gleaming lips kissing, tasting, devouring.
Ready to gush upon Jean's upraised face, Sebastian grabbed the Black Queen's shoulders and lifted the wanton beauty to her booted feet. Tugging Jean after him, Sebastian positioned the Black Queen before a tall window that glittered and ran with rain while silver lightning flashed across boiling black clouds. Shaw freed Jean of her black cloak, then he turned her and pinned her to the cool window, her heaving breasts pressed hard against the smooth glass.
Standing behind Jean, Sebastian jerked down the Black Queen's leather panties, he impaled her with his throbbing cock, smashing her to the window with every sharp thrust of his powerful pelvis.
Jean bit her shivering lip and pressed her splayed fingers to the cold glass. The Black Queen rocked between her humping lover and the unyielding window, she clawed at the dripping surface, moaning, her head falling back while Shaw sheathed himself in her clenching vagina over and over again.
Sebastian reached around Jean to untie the strings of her black corset, he tore the leather garment open, freeing Jean's bouncing tits, grasping both pliant mammaries and milking the warm, alabaster breasts as he slammed into Jean's shapely ass repeatedly.
Dragging his dripping cock slowly out of the Black Queen's slurping cunt, Sebastian turned the panting redhead to face him, he gathered up Jean's pale, sleek legs, held her against the gleaming window while he ploughed between her lush, splayed thighs, shoving hard into her pouting pink twat.
Jean clung to Sebastian's wide shoulders while he humped her against the flashing window, she curled her slim ivory legs around her lover's bucking hips, she rode the Black King's bouncing lap, flexing her own pelvis, slamming her hot crotch into Shaw's, fucking the Black King with equal ferocity.
Faster and faster Jean and Sebastian smashed against each other, Shaw burying his sweating face between Jean's perspiring tits, licking the hot, musky droplets from the bouncing Black Queen's swaying tits and bright pink, engorged nipples. Then, after one last ferocious thrust that cracked the window's rain-drenched glass, Sebastian filled Jean's shivering belly with squirting jizz.
When Shaw withdrew his cum-slick member from the Black Queen's puckered cunt and set the panting beauty onto her booted feet, Jean fell to her bare knees once more, she gathered up Sebastian's wet shaft with her gloved hands and proceeded to slowly lick the Black King's prick clean of semen and vaginal honey. Sebastian sighed and closed his eyes, lightly stroking Jean's tightly bound red hair while she lavished her attentions upon his spent cock.
*****
Chapter Six
Scott Summers gritted his teeth within his blinding ruby quartz helmet, his stomach twisting as he listened to the muffled moans and orgasmic cries of Jean that he knew so well. Scott fought down the frustrated sobs that struggled to escape his snarling lips, instead Cyclops embraced his growing anger, he used it to fuel another outreaching, flying across the tenuous strand of psychic energy that was all that remained of Jean and Scott's once strong rapport. Jean's sexual preoccupation actually helped Scott slip into her mind, there was a familiar white blinding flash, the swift passage through the Astral Plane, then Scott fell deep into Jean's enthralled psyche.
The sharp crack of a leather whip made Scott twitch. He stood within a well-appointed bedchamber, an enormous four poster dominated the room, a sweltering fire burned to Scott's right.
Scott watched silently while Jean whipped the bleeding back of a negro slave girl. Jean had discarded her black cloak, she stood by the roaring fire in only her black leather corset, panties, and stiletto-heel boots.
Jean drew back her long, uncoiled whip, she reached up with her free gloved hand to unbind her fiery hair, she shook her scarlet mane free like an untamed lioness, her bare shoulders gleamed in the flickering firelight, her naked skin was flushed and beaded with the sweat of her exertions.
The negro was bound between the two bedposts at the foot of the canopied bed, her tattered shift was hanging from her rounded hips, her ebony back was covered in swollen, bleeding, pink welts, Jean had been whipping the slave girl for some time.
Panting, smiling with cruel pleasure at the bound slave's agony, Jean noticed Scott standing quietly in the shadows by the bedroom door.
"Hmph! A freeman. I summoned one of the negro blacksmiths, but I suppose you will do tonight."
The Black Queen strode by the crackling fire and tugged sharply on a silk bellpull. Scott got out of the way when two negro servants bustled into the hot bedchamber, quickly untying the limp slave girl's wrists and carrying the sobbing child out into the candle-lit hall, closing the bedroom door behind them.
Jean coiled her whip and set it on a cushioned chair seat. The leather-clad beauty poured herself wine into a golden goblet, she drank from the cup deeply, when she lowered the goblet, her green eyes burned as she regarded Scott.
"Take off those filthy clothes and climb into bed."
Swallowing bile, Scott complied, removing his sweat-stained cotton shirt and trousers, setting his tri-corn hat over his clothes before he slipped onto the wide bed, the wrinkled sheets soaked through with the slave girl's fear sweat.
Jean gulped down another cup of wine. Wiping at her ruby lips with the back of a leather-gloved hand, the Black Queen stalked across the floorboards to the four poster, she ran one ebony hand through her silky, blood-red hair, her free hand plucked at one of the dangling cords used to bind the negro, she rubbed the silk cord over her hot, blushing cheek, quaking in ecstasy.
Scott watched Jean open-mouthed, he had never seen her so wanton, so utterly evil.
Letting the cord slip through her gloved fingers, Jean crawled onto the bed, her sensual hips swaying as she slinked closer to her stunned, naked lover.
Straddling Scott's bare thighs, Jean grabbed his wrists, placed them over Scott's head by the sturdy headboard of the four poster. The Black Queen locked iron manacles around both of Scott's upraised wrists, the manacles were attached to heavy chains that were fastened to a ring embedded in the headboard.
Sighing, rolling her seductive hips, Jean began to dry hump Scott, rubbing her leather panty-clad crotch back and forth over Scott's limp prick, coaxing the member to hardened life. Staring down at the bound young man with glowing emerald eyes beneath the shadowed canopy of the bed, the gently bucking Black Queen lifted her right hand and slapped Scott hard across the face. Laughing wickedly, Jean slapped Scott over and over until his cheeks burned and his jaw ached.
"Don't you enjoy my loving attentions, boy?" sneered the Black Queen before she kissed Scott roughly on the mouth. Scott groaned in protest, then made a strangled yelp when Jean bit down on his lower lip, drawing blood.
Jean laughed huskily, licking Scott's warm blood from her rosebud lips. Grinning at the writhing buck beneath her, Jean tugged free the knot of her snug leather corset, she peeled the garment open, letting her bound tits fall free, the pink nipples as large as ripe cherries. Draping herself over Scott, the Black Queen slipped her soft breasts across her chained lover's taut, muscular torso, Jean combed her gloved hands through Scott's dark hair, then she was kissing him again, ravenously devouring his parted lips, her tongue thrusting, stroking Scott's until the X-Man's cock was a rock hard protrusion poking into Jean's crotch.
"I'm going to ride you to death, my young buck," purred Jean, slipping off her leather panties, then putting her weight upon Scott's thick erection, moaning in bliss as the veined member drove deep into her yearning cunt.
The Black Queen ran a gloved hand down the inside of her flushed left thigh. As Sebastian Shaw departed to wash himself after their wild coupling, the Black Queen regarded the chained prisoners against the far wall of the study. Three were rebels to the rightful English king, one was a house slave, once one of the Black Queen's favorites, now a traitor that would have to be punished severely before she was put down.
The rebel with shadowed eyes intrigued the Black Queen for some reason, he seemed oddly familiar, a former lover, perhaps? Jean had so many lovers in social circles and within the plantation that even she lost track of some of them from time to time.
Before the Black Queen had time to think upon the dark-eyed rebel, the study door opened soundlessly, Harry Leland waddled into the spacious room, using a cane to support his immense weight.
"Ah, we're alone at last, my dear," leered Leland, licking his flabby jowls.
Jean smiled hotly, rising from the windowpane where she had rested, joining Leland at the bar where the fat man poured Jean a full goblet of wine.
Sipping from his cup, Leland reached out with his pudgy left hand, he pinched Jean's chin between two sausage fingers.
"You're much more spirited, more vivacious, than our departed White Queen, I like that," smiled Leland coldly, rubbing Jean's warm, blushing cheek with a fingertip.
"I'm glad, my lord, I like you too," grinned the Black Queen saucily, wrapping her ruby lips around Leland's stroking finger, sucking languidly upon the thick digit.
"Come, I have something to show you I know you will take pleasure in," murmured Leland, letting go of the Black Queen's chin to take her gloved hand.
The Black Queen's stiletto heels and the tip of Leland's cane clicked across the polished floor until they left the firelit study, only the chained X-Men and their silent guards remaining.
***
Descending a long, spiral stair, Leland led Jean into the basement of the Hellfire Club. The leather-garbed beauty and her bloated guide strode past ranks of wine casks and shelves of dusty bottles, they reached an iron door which Leland unlocked with a stout key, the fat man ushered Jean inside, then closed the iron door firmly behind them.
The room was a torture chamber, filled with rusted, cobweb-covered instruments of pain.
Jean trailed her gloved fingers over web-veiled iron maidens and dusty racks adorned with rust-ravaged chains. The Black Queen could feel all the accumulated agony suffered within this candle-lit room, the young woman shuddered, overcome with dark fancies and forbidden pleasures.
Draping a heavy arm across Jean's shoulders, Leland coaxed the Black Queen to the far wall, where several sets of chains and iron manacles hung.
"Chuck boasts about how strong you are, my dear Black Queen, let us see if your master's boasts are well-founded."
Amused and excited, Jean allowed Leland to clamp heavy manacles around each of her upraised wrists, then her spread-eagled ankles. The Black Queen was chained with her back facing Leland, the fat man plucked Jean's coiled whip from her waist, then he clumsily freed her bright red hair from her tight bun, allowing it to waterfall across her bare, creamy shoulders.
Jean lightly bit her lower lip when Leland hugged her to his obese body, his pudgy hand caught the waistband of her leather panties, Leland slowly dragged the Black Queen's underwear down to her gleaming black boots.
Stepping away from the chained, spread-eagled young woman, Leland played out the whip in his meaty hand, with a quick pull and flick, Leland snapped the whip across Jean's right buttock, a hot pink welt burned across the shivering cheek, Jean moaned huskily, tossing her fiery mane, arching her back so that her bare ass lifted higher for the kiss of the stinging whip.
Already wheezing lightly with excitement and arousal, Leland cracked the whip across the Black Queen's left buttock, then he lashed both luscious thighs, then raked hot fire over Jean's quivering shoulders.
With each new lash Jean cried out louder, when the whipping stopped the chained redhead was panting raggedly, her body was gleaming with hot perspiration, the smell of warm, wet leather clung to Jean.
Leland's fat body pressed against Jean, pudgy fingers strained to reach around the Black Queen's lean torso, Leland tore open the Black Queen's tight corset, sweaty hands groped and milked Jean's flushed, slick tits, Jean dropped her chin to her heaving chest, she moaned softly, her naked thighs twitching as warm trickles of cunnie honey spilled down her sleek, ivory limbs.
Jean's green eyes grew wide when she felt Leland's bloated cock shove into her puckered bunghole. Fondling the Black Queen's firm, sweat-slick breasts, Leland humped the chained beauty's uplifted ass, his flabby thighs slapping sharply against Jean's tight, well-rounded buttocks. Jean was crushed against the basement wall, her throbbing nipples twisted and pinched by Leland's sausage digits while he sheathed his pulsating meat deep in Jean's clenching rectum.
Clinging to her wrist chains, the Black Queen gnawed on her ruby lower lip and bucked against Leland's thrusting crotch, spearing her anus upon the fat man's ramming meat, relaxing her bung so that the veined prick could penetrate deeper into her pert ass, filling her gaping sphincter with more throbbing dick.
Jean rolled her sweaty hips and nestled her gleaming buttocks between Leland's straining thighs until the fat man exploded inside her, warm, milky jizz oozing from the Black Queen's cock-filled bung.
Jean hugged the cold basement wall, panting, her inner thighs soaked with vaginal nectar and long rivulets of cum.
Leland unlocked Jean's iron bonds, he enfolded the slender flame-haired beauty in his meaty arms and supported her to a nearby rack. Draping the Black Queen upon the long table, Leland proceeded to lick every inch of hot, sweaty skin upon Jean's spent body. Jean writhed gently, smiling as her flushed skin tingled from every wet brush of Leland's tasting, savoring tongue. Jean rolled onto her firm belly, she gazed over a bare shoulder at Leland as he lowered his perspiring, heavy-jowled face to the Black Queen's shapely buttocks, running his tongue over each taut mound, then dragging his tongue through Jean's musky ass crack, tasting the sweet cunt honey clinging to Jean's warm crotch flesh.
*****
Chapter Seven
Thunder reverberated through the dimly-lit study. Haloed by flickering firelight, the Black Queen straddled a humming sybian, clutching at her bare breasts with leather gloved hands, her head swaying from shoulder to shoulder, her ruby lips puckering, sighing in ecstasy as she rolled her hips and rubbed her crotch over the smooth plastic vibrator.
The Inner Circle stood in a loose group a short distance away from the writhing, bucking, red-maned beauty. Donald Pierce leered as he watched the Black Queen pleasure herself upon his device, he raised a small control box and slid a lever forward, the sybian's low hum rose to a high-pitched buzzing, Jean moaned and lowered her gloved hands to the hard leather mount she sat upon, she clutched the mount while she shifted her sensual hips from side to side, grinding the buzzing vibrator between her splayed, shivering thighs.
"Your Black Queen is quite the performer, Wyngarde," smiled Shaw, raising his golden goblet in toast to the bucking, panting redhead.
"Yes, and I have just scratched the surface of her abilities," replied Chuck, raising his own goblet before taking a long pull.
Lying bonelessly upon his side, arms numb from having them manacled behind his back for hours, Scott rested his heavily burdened head upon the floor, he felt like he was suffocating within the closed ruby quartz helmet, he was beginning to feel dizzy, but whether that was from the featureless helmet or his last psychic encounter with Jean, Cyclops couldn't say. Taking a deep breath that did nothing to dispel his disorientation, Scott let his heavy eyelids fall shut, he reached out through the psychic rapport one last time, desperate to free Jean from Mastermind's powerful illusion.
The Black Queen was bucking, riding the thrusting crotch of her naked lover. Scott lay beneath Jean, weak palms resting over Jean's working hips, his exhausted pelvis flexing, shoving his sore cock to the hilt within Jean's slick, squeezing pussy.
Jean crouched over Scott, she teased him by letting one of her wet, dripping tits brush across her chained lover's gasping lips. Despite himself, Scott opened his mouth and sucked hungrily upon the Black Queen's erect, cherry pink nipple, Jean groaned in bliss, she tugged free one nipple and offered Scott the other, Scott licked the sweet tit bud and lathered it with his saliva, Jean nibbled on her moist, blood-red lower lip, she removed her gloved hands from Scott's sweat-soaked chest and combed her leather-clad fingers through Scott's damp hair, she dropped her firm breasts onto her naked lover's gleaming torso, with a husky purr the Black Queen kissed Scott, sucking deeply upon the manacled X-Man's panting mouth.
Fighting the urge to lose himself in the Black Queen's hot, demanding kiss, Scott exerted his will, fought against the reality he shared with Jean.
Suddenly, the heavy iron manacles were gone. Scott caught Jean's slick shoulders and rolled her onto her back, pinning her to the sweaty bedsheets.
"How? How did you free yourself?" demanded the irate Black Queen, shoving on Scott's perspiring chest.
"This is an illusion, Jean! You're not the Black Queen! You're Phoenix!" shouted Scott, shaking Jean roughly.
The Black Queen snarled and slapped Scott sharply across the face. Scott caught Jean's lifted wrist before she could strike again, he held both struggling wrists above Jean's loose red hair, Jean wriggled and fought to break free.
"Jean Grey, I love you!" cried Scott, clinging to Jean, determined not to let her go.
"I'm the Black Queen, sirrah! I am your mistress! You..will..let..me..go!"
"You're Jean Grey, the woman I love, the woman I've always loved," declared Scott softly, leaning down to kiss Jean gently upon her gleaming ruby lips.
Jean moaned as Scott kissed her, her violent writhings died away, she blinked as if waking from a long sleep.
"Scott...?" murmured Jean, meeting her love's warm gaze.
"Hi," smiled Scott widely, cupping Jean's beautiful face and kissing her passionately, only parting so that Jean could catch her breath.
"What happened? We were at the party.."
The bedroom door burst open. Chuck Wyngarde stormed in, wielding a deadly rapier.
"You dare to bed my wife? I challenge you, sirrah! A duel to the death!"
The bedroom melted away, Wyngarde and Scott faced each other, each with a shining rapier. Jean stood at the top of the stairs leading to the plantation's double doors, her bright red hair was bound up once more, her corset was closed and tight, a heavy black cloak enveloped her. Jean tried to move, tried to stop the duel, but she was a puppet, an observer to the tableau unfolding below her.
"En garde, sirrah!" grinned Chuck, slashing out at Scott with his cutting blade.
Scott parried the blow clumsily. The two men circled each other, Chuck poking at Scott, obviously playing with the inexperienced young man.
*He knows he can beat me, my only chance is to take the offensive!* thought Scott furiously before he lunged at Wyngarde, going for the bearded man's belly.
"Well done, Scott, but not good enough, I'm afraid," smiled Chuck, batting aside Scott's rapier, then stabbing forward with the speed of a serpent, running his blade clean through Scott's chest.
"Scott! NO!" screamed Jean, clutching her heaving chest as if Chuck had just impaled her.
The scene dissolved like running wax before a rising flame.
Scott took a long, rattling breath, he lay still for several lingering heartbeats, then his chest fluttered back into motion. Scott faintly heard the concerned voices of his captured friends, he struggled to sit up, his muscles burning from the strain.
"I trust you've finally learned your lesson, Scott. Jean Grey belongs to me..body and soul."
The Black Queen allowed Chuck to help her to her feet, her knees wobbling, her crotch wet and hot from the sensual vibrations of the mounted sybian. Jean accepted a fresh goblet of wine from Wyngarde, she sipped from the cup but did not taste the fine vintage as she walked to one of the tall windows, the storm still raging outside, lightning flicking and licking the midnight sky, thunder rolling across the dark city in crashing waves. Setting down her barely touched goblet, Jean watched the storm, her green eyes reflecting nature's fury.
*****
Chapter Eight
Chuck Wyngarde joined Jean by the flashing window.
"Why are you here? You should be with the rest of the Inner Circle, charming them, wrapping them around your finger. You are the key to my ascension."
"I'm tired, Chuck," sighed Jean, touching her throbbing forehead with leather-clad fingertips. "I've been 'charming' those pigs all evening, I need to get away, I need rest."
Chuck's handsome face darkened, he squeezed Jean's shoulders. "You don't sound like yourself, it has something to do with Scott Summers, doesn't it?"
Jean hid her anguish behind an icy mask. "No, of course not. The fool means nothing to me, you are my love."
Wyngarde snaked his arms around Jean's slim waist, his breath was warm upon the Black Queen's collared throat. "That's better, my dear. How about you show me how much you love me?"
Jean did her best to hide her disgust as Chuck slipped his right hand into the Black Queen's snug leather panties. Jean laid her left palm upon the polished window frame, pressing against it while Mastermind fingered and stroked Jean's moist, tender cunt.
Chuck licked Jean's hot cheek while he wiggled two fingers into his lover's yielding, sticky snatch. Jean moaned softly, biting her quivering lower lip with small ivory teeth, her breasts swelling inside her tight leather corset, her bare thighs quaking. As Wyngarde and Jean writhed slowly together by the beading window, Jean's drowsy green eyes suddenly became clear and sharp, she sensed one of the X-Men below the Hellfire Club.
*Wolverine? You're still alive?*
*Red? What the hell's going on?*
*The X-Men have been captured. We're all on the third floor.*
*I'm in the cellar, I'll try to sneak upstairs.*
*You'll never make it. I'll cloud the minds of the guards and the guests, make your way through the grand hall and take the main stair, no one will get in your way.*
*Hang on, Jeannie! You're an angel!*
"Not anymore, Logan...not anymore," murmured Jean while Chuck pulled down her panties. Jean winced when Wyngarde pushed his cock inside her, she rocked against the humping villain, tears welling in her bright green eyes, a sob lodged in her constricting throat.
A great peal of thunder shook the tall window Jean leaned against. Another explosion sounded behind the two entwined lovers, the doors of the study were smashed to splinters, Wolverine charged in with claws extended, he gutted two masked guards before they could even react, the men of the Inner Circle tensed, preparing to lay low the last free X-Man.
"Wyngarde!" roared Sebastian Shaw as he shrugged out of his velvet coat.
Chuck yanked his slick member out of Jean's gaping pussy with a wet pop.
"Black Queen! Take him!"
Pulling her leather panties up, golden fire engulfed Jean. The Black Queen stretched out her right arm, telekinetic fury exploded from her splayed fingers, coiling around Wolverine, freezing him in place.
A tiny tendril of telekinetic power slithered across the floor and reached up to stroke the lock of Cyclops' ruby quartz helmet.
*Open your eyes, Scott! Look straight ahead!*
With a bright flash of ruby light, Cyclops' helmet went flying, slamming into Donald Pierce, hurling the cyborg against one of the walls.
Jean released Wolverine from her telekinetic grip, Logan grinned at Harry Leland, who was sweating profusely.
"Alright, bub, now it's my turn!"
"S..stay back!" stammered Leland, lashing out with his power, increasing Wolverine's mass ten-fold.
Wolverine bowed down from the added weight, but he lunged at Leland anyway, slashing through the fat man's embroidered coat.
"No!" howled Leland, lurching into a waddling run, heading for the ruined doors.
Wolverine snarled and staggered after Leland, he caught up with the fleeing man by a balcony railing, Logan tackled Leland and they both dropped from sight, Leland screaming shrilly.
Without warning, all the lights snapped off, women from the party shrieked in terror.
The remaining members of the Inner Circle took the opportunity to flee the room, the X-Men in hot pursuit.
Jean remained by the rain-soaked window, she leaned weakly against the frame, panting, her forehead gleaming with fever sweat. The leather-clad beauty could feel her emotions raging out of control, lust now fought with hate, a desire for revenge against Mastermind grew so strong Jean could barely think straight, she wanted to kill Chuck for using her, and she also wanted Chuck to fuck her until she couldn't take anymore.
Staring one last time at the flickering, dying storm, Jean's expression became cold, implacable. The woman called Jean Grey was dead, something darker now possessed Jean's lithe body.
***
Mastermind hugged the wall of the hallway, blending himself to his surroundings so that he was all but invisible. Chuck watched Scott in the grand hall, trying to calm the shouting, shrieking guests. With a thought Chuck formed an illusion about Scott, Cyclops was now firing his optic blasts at the milling crowd, hurling them into an even greater panic.
*I'll escape in the chaos, rejoin the Inner Circle. How could I have lost control of Jean so completely, what went wrong?*
In the darkness, shrouded in the heavy folds of her black cloak, Jean smiled coldly. She would enjoy squashing this fool like a bug.
Roaring telekinetic energy in the shape of a burning claw snatched Mastermind from the floor, smashed him into a wall mirror that shattered to pieces from the impact.
"Do you have any idea what you've DONE!" thundered Jean in the deafening cry of Phoenix.
"P..please! D..don't kill me!" sobbed Mastermind, writhing within the crushing grip of the telekinetic talon.
"How did you do it? How did you manage to break through into my mind?" snarled Jean, closing the raised fingers of her left hand, the Phoenix talon crushing Mastermind even more tightly.
"P..projection device! The White Queen built it! T..the device allows me to project my illusions directly into your mind..past your defenses."
Jean used her free hand to draw out a small black box from Mastermind's coat pocket. Jean glared hatefully at the little device, she crushed it and let the remains fall to the floor.
"The worst thing is, you used my own dark desires against me, you gave me what I secretly wanted!" murmured Jean, staring down at the debris by her black boots.
Chuck was lowered to the floor, he stood upon quaking legs, staring wide-eyed at the dark goddess before him.
Jean lifted her smoldering green eyes, she smiled darkly at Chuck, she drew close to him, her lean body hot when they touched, her ruby lips searing when she brushed them across Chuck's shivering cheek.
"I did enjoy our shared fantasy, because of that I won't kill you as you deserve, instead, I'm going to give you what you wanted, power."
"N..no..," whimpered Mastermind as Jean melded their minds together, opening the floodgates of Phoenix's power, a cosmic force that spanned the entire universe.
"N..n..no..," sobbed Chuck, his handsome features melting away, replaced by a craggy, sallow-skinned weakling who slumped heavily to the floor, tears running freely down his anguished face.
Jean turned on one stiletto heel, leaving Mastermind a sobbing, giggling ruin of a man.
*At least you now know peace, Chuck. Phoenix doesn't know the meaning of the word.*
***
Jean found the rest of the X-Men gathered in the main hall of the Hellfire Club.
"Jean!" smiled Scott, rushing to hug his love tightly.
Jean endured the embrace, but it was she who broke away.
"We better leave here, I sense several dozen policemen headed this way," said Jean, leading the others to the club's exit doors.
Sebastian Shaw stared out the study window, his expression dark, furious.
"Run, X-Men. No matter how far you go, I'll find you, and when I do, there will be hell to pay!"
"Shaw, what's going on?" demanded Senator Kelly, marching angrily into the firelit study, barely pausing at the sight of two dead masked men.
"Mutants, sir. They broke into the club, boasted that they were here to assassinate you," answered Sebastian smoothly, turning his back to the fleeing X-Men.
"Mutant assassins?" frowned Kelly, brought up short by the news.
"It was the X-Men. I've been warning you about them for months. They're completely out of control, they must be stopped."
Kelly regarded Shaw, he nodded. "Yes, perhaps it's finally time to introduce the Registration Act."
"To truly protect the country from the mutant threat, you'll need more than some law on paper, you'll need a deterrent. I urge you to consider my Sentinel project, it's the only way to protect the nation against terrorists like the X-Men."
Senator Kelly stood deep in thought, he finally nodded again. "I'll bring this to the President immediately."
Scott pressed a series of buttons upon his wrist control. A squat, black, beetle-shaped hovercraft rose from the river, a side hatch lowered.
Cyclops ushered all the X-Men inside, then he took the flight seat and swiftly worked the controls.
*Something's wrong with Jean! The emotions coming through our rapport, so intense, so chaotic! I have to get Jean back to Professor Xavier! He'll know what to do!*
At the back of the hovercraft, Jean put a trembling hand to her temple, she whimpered softly, the last of her psychic barriers were collapsing, the full power of Phoenix was flooding through her, along with an emotional fury that took her breath away.
*Your mind's an open book to me, Scott! It's too late, too late for everything!*
Wolverine leaned back in his chair, puffing on a foul-smelling cigar. "Well, that was a close one, folks! I thought we'd had it this time! Good thing we gave those cops the slip!"
"Against them you would have at least stood a chance, Wolverine, against me you have none!"
The X-Men turned as one, behind them a goddess of shadow and fire stood, lifting flame-wreathed arms.
"I am Phoenix, now and forever! I am Power!"
High above the treetops of Central Park, a black hovercraft blossomed into blinding flame, shattered into a billion pieces.
The End
