I immediately heard boots hitting the marble floor, coming closer. Then they appeared within my sight, black leather boots exactly like the ones I wore. *God no!* My mind screamed. I was so close. So close! I could feel tears flooding my eyes.

"Strip him and cuff him," Remy said. He hardly sounded angry. More amused than anything. I tried to shut my eyes to force back the tears, but my lids wouldn't move. I could only stare helplessly at my reflection in his boots, until he turned away.

Hands unbuttoned my coat and tugged off my boots. They weren't gentle. My leggings and silk shirt came away with a hard yank. Then two guards lifted my torso up off the floor and dragged me down the steps. As I lay on my belly, unable to move a muscle, my arms were cuffed tightly behind me. If I could have I would have opened my eyes wide in surprise as my legs were bent up and my ankles were locked into cuffs attached to a foot long metal bar, a cuff on each end to force my legs apart. Then the restraints around my wrists were pulled back and locked down into the middle of the metal bar. I was bowed back in a painful arch.

Once my arms and legs were secured, the guards pulled me up by my arms until I was in a kneeling position before Remy. The cuffs and metal bar held me up, but I swayed unsteadily. My head had lolled back and to the right, allowing me to see Remy's face above me.

He was smiling pleasantly, his eyes sparkling with amusement in the now brightly lit room. A numb kind of terror went through me. He wasn't angry. This had been planned.

"You never disappoint me, Scott," Remy chuckled. "I give you an opportunity to escape and predictably you take it. I am sorry dat I had to let you come dis far. But I had to show you de futility of escape."

He took the back of my head firmly in one hand and bent to brush his lips against mine. My muscles twitched with my useless attempt to pull away. "I'll never let you go, mon cher. I'll never tire of you," he murmured in my ear. "Not even when you bend to me completely. I t'ink I might even enjoy dat more. I certainly love seeing your brot'er so broken." If I could have I would have cried. Inside I felt I was dying. A part of me was shattering.Remy stood up and ruffled my hair. "Escalada was a stroke of luck." He looked at me quizzically. "You didn' t'ink I'd seriously send you to dat man to breed?" He laughed at his cruel inquiry as if it were a joke. "Well, I suppose you did, eh? It's no matter now. De slave he present to me was an unregistered Alpha. He lied. I could tell dat she was more dan he claimed. Healing only fifty percent faster dan a human would 'ave left scarring, no
matter what he tried to tell me. And he's made several unauthorized and undisclosed visits to Eart'. It was only a matter of time before I had him arrested. He was charged yesterday when he came to see me. He's been stripped of his estate and his Genoshan born slaves will be sold. De mutant ones will come 'ere 'til I decide what to do wit' dem." He caressed my cheek tenderly at that point. "But none of dat is your concern, mon couer. You must t'ink only of how I will punish you. And what you will need to do to earn m'forgiveness."

He stepped back still looking at me. "I knew I'd 'ave to break you de same way I broke your brot'er. Too stubborn, you Summers. Very much from de same stock. And wit' my marriage coming up I needed to do it soon, to keep you from causing trouble. You'll go to a trainer, cher. But first I'll give you an incentive to behave."

He turned toward the door and said, "Look. Here's your brot'er come to join us."
A voice rang out across the room, but it wasn't my brother's. "Scott!"

Every muscle in my body that was returning to life froze. Hurried footsteps slapped against the cold marble floor and with a great deal of effort I forced my head to turn in their direction.

"No," I whispered. I could feel Remy's smile, indulgent, as if he were humoring a favorite child. My heart began to race even faster until I thought it might burst out of my chest. My breathing increased with every slap of the feet that ran toward me. "No, Jean!" I rasped, my voice getting stronger. "Oh God, NO!"

Then Remy stepped into my line of sight, intercepting my wife. "Ma chere," he purred. And Jean came to a sudden halt before him, not even trying get around him.When he stepped to her side I could see her swaying, the lids of her eyes heavy with bliss, drugged by his power. Christ! I closed my eyes slowly, praying that when I opened them again this would be just a dream.
But it wasn't a dream. My wife was standing off to my left, an inhibitor collar around her neck, naked and under Remy's sway. I had once been told that his charm power, for whatever reason, had an even stronger affect on women. I could see the proof of it now. He'd wrapped his arm around her waist possessively and was whispering in her ear. Her lips were parted in a lazy
smile at his words, but her eyes remained on me.

Everything seemed to slow to a crawl. I could hear Remy's soft voice murmuring French and English. I heard my name once. I saw him gently guide Jean over to stand directly in front of me. I was able now to slowly shake my head from side to side, the movement increasing with every second until reality seemed to come screaming back at me and I was shouting at Remy with
every furious shake, "NononononoNO!"

He stopped speaking to Jean and smiled at me. Still indulgently, but with a hint of malice. His words were clear now. I no longer felt as if I heard him through a glass bowl."Look who's come to visit, Scott."

"You motherfucking bastard!" I roared. "You cowardly piece of shit!" Every foul name I could dredge up spewed from my lips. Remy just kept smiling, saying nothing until I'd worn myself down from my fury. Tears poured down my face by the time I was finished.

"Let her go," I rasped at the end of my rant. "Please, Remy, for God's sake, let her go." I dropped my head in defeat.

"Are you finished, cher," Remy asked in that indulgent tone he continued to use. I nodded once. A movement to my left caused me to look up. Alex was standing there with Lorna."Oh God," I croaked. "Alex."

He just looked at me in desolation. He had his arm around Lorna's waist. Lorna looked shell-shocked. She stared at me blankly, saying nothing.Remy beamed. "De whole family is here now, eh? Alex?"
Alex turned to look at Remy and nodded slowly.

"Come. Kiss your sister-in-law," Remy said. As Alex looked back at me for a moment, I saw Remy whisper something to Jean, who giggled. Then Alex stepped forward and place a chaste kiss on Jean's cheek. But Remy had other plans. Jean grasped Alex's face between her hands and brushed her lips against his. He froze and she increased the pressure, enticing him, pressing her full length against him wantonly.

Remy chuckled and caught my desperate glare. "I t'ink Jean has been hiding a powerful attraction to your baby brot'er, Scott."

"You're doing this," I said hoarsely through clenched teeth."P'etetre. But regardless, she seems to be enjoying herself. Jean," he
called. She looked back with a dazed smile. Alex had taken her wrists, gently holding her at  bay. "Would you like to pleasure your brot'er? Maybe fuck him, or take him in your mout' watch him cum?"Her smile broadened and she nodded."No!" Alex cried. "Master, please! I've done everything you've asked. Don't make me do this!"

Remy looked at him for a long moment seeming to consider his plea. "Jean," I said in the silence, "you can fight this. You can break his spell. Come on, hon. Don't let him control you."

She smiled at me, her look one of amusement that said she wasn't doing anything she hadn't thought of before. Then she reached for Alex, just brushing his nipples with her fingertips.

"You see, mon cher," Remy laughed, "de fun we'll have?"

"Bastard!" I snapped. "Leave her alone! She wouldn't be doing this if you weren't using your power on her."

"Dat's a true shame. Can you just imagine de picture she and your baby brot'er would make?"

"Please!" Alex said again, desperation in his voice.

Remy sighed. "Very well. You been a good boy. Perhaps later." He turned to Jean. "Jean, come here." My wife's shoulders slumped and she pouted, but stepped back to him. He took her arm and guided her about six feet away from me, saying, "But you deserve some entertainment, Scott, for all de trouble I've put you t'rough. Lorna?" Lorna's head snapped up and she gazed at Remy, her expression still blank. "Come kiss your almost sister-in-law."

"No!" Alex and I both shouted, knowing exactly what Remy had in mind. But Remy gave a warning glance at Alex and held his hand out to Lorna. She shuffled over to him like a mental patient heavily drugged on thorazine and took his hand. I shook my head.

"Please, Remy, Master. I'll do anything. Leave them out of this. I'll do anything you ask," I begged.

"I know you will," he nodded with vicious smile. "I know you will." Then he murmured to Jean again. She smiled seductively at Lorna and pulled her into her arms.

Their kiss began tentatively, gently, as if in greeting. Jean cupped Lorna's buttocks and thrust her hips slightly again and again. I watched in horror and arousal, unable to look away, still shaking my head. The kiss became more insistent, more passionate with every minute that went by. Lorna seemed to come alive under Jean's touch. She opened her mouth with a soft gasp, letting Jean's tongue slide in without hesitation.

I couldn't speak. A quiet gurgle came from between my lips. I was screaming inside, every muscle tense from the hell I found myself in. I wanted to run to Jean, snatch her away before she went any further. This would leave scars. We wouldn't survive this without deep ugly wounds. I twisted my wrists in the metal cuffs, scaping the flesh, but unable to do more damage. I welcomed the pain, but I really wanted to make my wrists bleed, to whittle away the outer layers of muscle and skin and get down to artery and bone. To slice in so deep that Remy would have to stop this nightmare just to keep me alive. But the metal was smooth. Little friction, no rough edges to cut. And when I realized this, I began to struggle in earnest. Alex put a hand on my shoulder then, to keep me from falling. I glared up at him in fury. But when I saw his face my anger faltered.

Sadness. A terrible *I warned you* sadness played across his eyes, his mouth. And I understood his pain. Understood the burden he'd had to keep from me because I would have said something to Remy. I wouldn't have been able to keep my anger in check. And Lorna might have suffered for it. I gave him one curt nod.

He backed away, unable to watch anymore. And I couldn't really blame him. I could only imagine all he'd had to go through just to keep her safe. To keep her out of Remy's bed and away from the auction block. I would have done the same for Jean. And after all that he'd done, it wasn't enough. Remy was still using Lorna. Corrupting her as he was corrupting my wife. I dropped my head, closing my eyes once more in defeat. This was one more battle Remy would win. One step closer to winning the war.

"After all de trouble I went t'rough to put dis party toget'er and you're not enjoying yourself, cher?"

I opened my eyes to see Remy's boots in front of me. I couldn't lift my head to meet his gaze. So he crouched down in front of me and lifted my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.

"Stop, Remy," I said brokenly. "Don't do this to Jean. To Lorna."

"But dey are so beautiful toget'er. And unlike you, dey're 'aving a very good time at dis party." He winked and added, "I see de show isn't completely lost on you." Then he reached for my cock and stroked it gently. I was half hard already. His touch brought me fully to life.

"Please...please," I said over and over until he stopped my plea with a finger on my lips. He tapped my top lip rhythmically for a moment. "T'ink of dis as your penance, Scott, if you like," he finally said, "for trying to escape. It is partly why I'm doing it."

I closed my eyes again, but he squeezed my erection gently with a warning and tapped my eyes. "Keep dem open. I want you to watch it all. I want you to see exactly what I'm capable of."

I opened my eyes and looked over his shoulder. Lorna and Jean were wrapped in each other's arms, smiling at me. Remy had stopped them just to make certain I didn't miss a minute of the show.

"I let your brot'er step outside because of de love he's shown me. He understands why I 'ave to do dis to you."

"No he doesn't," I snapped. "He doesn't understand. *I* don't understand. You knew I couldn't get away. You didn't have to drag my wife into this...this sick world."

For a moment I saw a flash of anger cross his face and a cold terror ran through me. But then his eyes softened. "Scott, mon cher, you still try to deny how much dis world attracts you, how much you love what has been done to you.""No!" I said with a strangled cry. "I don't!"

"Look at how wit' a touch I can awaken such desire in you." Remy smiled. "But keep denying if you like. Not'ing will change. You'll still be mine."

He moved to crouch beside me, somehow managing to keep full contact with my cock, stroking and fisting until I gasped, about to climax. Then he backed off. "Easy, cher, easy," he murmured. "Not yet. Not for a good while."

I snarled at him, but he laughed and said, "Unless you'd like to join dem. I might let you if you ask nicely."

I shook my head vigorously. "Fuck you, you sick bastard!"

He laughed again and waved his hand at Lorna and Jean. "Well, den, on wit' de show!" My wife took the lead, as she and Lorna began to kiss again at Remy's order. She broke the kiss to trail her lips down Lorna's jaw to her throat. Just above the collar, she sucked at the skin. I knew it would leave a mark and I cringed. Jean had never been into biting or love marks. Every inhibition was crumbling as Remy held sway.

Lorna threw her head back, clutching Jean's upper arms tightly, gasping at the pain she inflicted. Then Jean moved down even lower. The tip of her tongue came out to just taste Lorna's right nipple. I couldn't help it. Every dark fantasy I might have had at night in my bed at the mansion came bubbling up to the surface and I groaned, feeling my cock grow more heavy with desire.
Remy chuckled softly in my ear. "You t'ought about dis, didn' you, cher? All dose beautiful women at Xavier's. How could you not, hein?"

"Yeah. Storm was one of my favorite fantasies," I snarled, trying to goad him, hoping a rise out of him would put a stop to what Lorna and Jean were doing, or at least cause him to strike out at me in anger. I would have welcomed the pain.

But he only laughed more and gave my cock a quick stroke. "She's a beautiful woman, no doubt. T'ough I wouldn't 'ave figured you for somet'ing so...exotic. Non. Figured you too vanilla. Straight American dream, eh?"
I almost snorted. He had no idea. His hand ran down my cock again, slowly, lingering, drawing out my want. But when I closed my eyes he grasped me hard.
"Keep dem open," he growled.

So I watched, unable to stop my body from reacting to his touch and to the erotic performance in front of me. Had I not spent months naked and used for sexual pleasure, maybe I wouldn't have responded so easily. But it didn't matter now. My body strained against my bonds with the need, my cock weeping and hard. Yet, as I neared orgasm, Remy backed off, pinching down forcefully on the tip of my penis. I cursed at him, but he only barked out a laugh and began to fist me again into hardness.

By this time Jean had Lorna stretched out on the cool marble floor beneath her. She had placed one of her knees between Lorna's legs and as she kissed her deeply, she gently pumped the knee against Lorna's crotch. I twitched and shuddered at the gasps and moans coming from Lorna. Jean was aggressive, biting and sucking at Lorna's mouth, tweaking her hard nipples until they seemed to strain from her breasts. Then her tongue made its way down Lorna's neck until it reached one of the tight buds. Jean circled the rosy flesh over and over and soon had Lorna writhing in pleasure, her arms thrown above her head, her fingers intertwining. Lorna whimpered and begged for release. I almost let out a plea of my own. Had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep my mouth shut. It was too much, I wanted to say. It was beautiful and perverse and so goddamn arousing. I hissed when Remy pushed his thumb into the slit of my cock.

Jean plundered the nipple below her, sucking it hard between her lips as one of her hands stroked down Lorna's belly, smoothing the soft skin again and again. She backed her knee away from Lorna's crotch and her hand paused in midair for a moment. But her lips, teeth and tongue never ceased. And Lorna's body never stopped undulating with pleasure. Mesmerized for a minute, my breathing shallow and raspy, I watched Jean's long delicate finger swirl around Lorna's navel and then trail down all the way between her legs. Lorna had bent her leg up so that I couldn't see where Jean's finger had gone. But
I could imagine where it landed when Lorna squealed and arched her back. Jean smiled, the rosy nipple caught between her teeth. Then she drew her hand away to set it on the floor next to Lorna's stomach. She trailed the tip of her tongue down the same path her finger had gone. But just as she reached the curly green tinged hair of Lorna's groin, she looked up and smiled at me. I drew in a sharp breath, once again just on the edge of orgasm. I was even closer this time. I could feel my scrotal sack tighten. Suddenly white light flashed across my eyes and burst of pain so sharp I nearly passed out ran through my cock and up my spine. Remy had attached the penile device around my erection. I couldn't even scream. All the air had left my body. And Remy continued to finger the tip of my cock. I tried to gasp and managed to rock forward just an inch, my body threatening to spill over onto the hard marble floor. But seeing what might happen, Remy pulled his hand away from my cock and grabbed my shoulder, yanking me back into place.

"None of dat, homme," he snarled in my ear. "I'll not let you hurt yourself to avoid your punishment. You stay still and watch de rest."

If I hadn't been in so much agony I might have laughed at the absurdity of his statement. My eyes fell back on Jean and Lorna. They were both watching me through hooded eyes. When Jean saw that my focus was back on her once again, she dipped her lips down between Lorna's legs. Lorna's knee was still bent up, preventing me from seeing Jean's profile. But it didn't take much imagination to realize what was happening. Lorna began to thrust her hips into Jean's roving tongue, arching her back up off the floor and moaning in ecstasy. I saw Jean put her hand to Lorna's crotch and her arm began pumping back and forth. Lorna writhed and came with one long piercing scream, as if letting go years of rage and longing. I grimaced, clenching my teeth hard against the onslaught. Remy chuckled."Now dat's a talented tongue."

I jerked my head away from his voice in fury. "You unholy son of a bitch! I'll make you pay for this. Somehow I'll make you pay."

Jean was sitting back on her heels, that lazy seductive smile playing around her lips. Her mouth glistened a little from Lorna's moisture. She turned as she heard me cursing Remy and licked those beautiful lips, drawing a groan from me.

"P'etetre you will," Remy said, not at all angry at my outburst. "I'll take my chances. You're worth it, mon cher."

I quieted at that, startled by the odd compliment. First Jean, for whom it'd taken years for me to believe loved me. And now Remy, who could have anyone in Genosha or on Earth. I shook my head in amazement. How did I bring about this love in Jean, this obsession in Remy? I just couldn't fathom it.

Remy stroked my back affectionately as Jean rose to her feet and then gave Lorna a hand up. It appeared the show was at an end. I gave a silent prayer of thanks that it was over for now. Suddenly the dazed blissful look on Jean's face evaporated and her eyes widened in fear, panic, horror and revulsion. She wrenched her hand from Lorna's and rushed toward me. "Scott!"
She sobbed, dropping to her knees in front of me. "My God! Scott! I didn't...I'm sorry..." She reached her hands out but didn't touch me, looking as if she were afraid to.

"He...his power..." She looked over my shoulder at Remy then, her eyes flashing with anger. "You filthy bastard! You aren't..."

"None of dat, chere," Remy said and Jean slumped back on her heels, once more under his power.

"It's okay, Jean," I told her, even though she might not understand or believe. "I know you couldn't stop it. It's okay."

"Of course it's okay." Remy patted my shoulder. "It's perfect." He called to Lorna who shuffled over to him without a word. "Take Jean outside to Alex and tell him to take you two back to your room," Remy ordered. "Den tell him to wait for me in my bedroom. Scott and I will be dere shortly, after we've worked out our differences."

Lorna took Jean's arm and pulled her to her feet, then led her out the door. I heard Lorna speak to Alex, her voice monotone, almost dead sounding. There was a faint scuffling sound and I heard Jean raise her voice. She seemed to have come out from under Remy's spell and was arguing with Alex. "Let me go!"

I heard her snap. And then Alex's low heated tone cut through her protest. I don't know what he said, but she grew silent after that. I listened for more, desperate to hear Jean's voice again, but they must have left. A sense of profound sadness came on me then. There was really no way I'd be able to carry out my threat of paying Remy back in kind. Not on his own turf. Not
when I couldn't even successfully escape. And now that he held Jean captive there was no way I'd escape without her. The situation was hopeless.

I looked up when Remy moved to stand over me. He'd kept silent as I listened, letting it fully sink in that there was so little I could do. Now he wanted my attention. "You can' win dis, Scott," he said quietly. "I hold all de cards. If you choose to fight me I can 'ave her sold. Or I can give her to one of de noblemen. Or noblewomen. I could fuck her in front of you while you're bound like dis. I could 'ave your brot'er fuck her. Or one of de guards. I could 'ave her whipped. So many ways to punish you."

He stopped talking then and merely looked at me. His expression was soft, almost compassionate. I sighed in defeat. "You promise you won't hurt her?" I asked.Remy crouched down with one knee on the floor and cupped my cheek. "I promise," he replied. "I 'ave no reason to hurt her except as a way to control you. I might even send her home in a few years when I believe dat you won' ever try to leave."

I nodded. "For her sake then. I'll obey you for her sake. But don't expect love.""I'll accept dat for now." He smiled gently. "But time is on m'side. Your body already acts as if in love to m'touch."

I just looked at him blandly. He knew well enough how close he was to having me bend to his will. Even holding Jean hostage wouldn't change that. So I wasn't going to make it any easier for him.

"Don' look so glum. P'etetre in a few months I'll allow you to visit your wife to see dat she is well cared for. It's what I've allowed Alex to do. And she *will* be well cared for as long as your obedient. She'll be allowed clothing and some freedom in de palace. Like Lorna she'll 'ave an attendant to see to her needs and to protect her from any of m'guards or servants who might t'ink to use her. Even de t'reat will be severely punished. And," he added, "she'll be kept away from any noblemen or councilors so they'll not be tempted by her beauty."

"Fine," I sighed, when he seemed to be finished. "What now?"

"Now you'll go back to my room. Your punishment is over. I need not stretch it out. De week before m'wedding, you and Alex will be sent to a trainer for safekeeping. You'll remain dere until I return from my honeymoon. Den t'ings will go on as before."

"What about your bride-to-be?" I asked, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

"Lady Boutin?" Remy asked as if the answer was obvious. "She understands de way t'ings are. She's quite taken wit' you and Alex, and she knows she can never replace you two in my heart. So she won't ever try."

I took a deep breath. "Can I ask one more thing?"

"Ask whatever you'd like, Scott," Remy replied. "I wish to have everyt'ing out in de open now. I want dere to be no more secrets 'tween us."

I almost laughed at this. He wanted me to have no secrets from him. But he'd lie to me, I felt certain, if he thought he could use it to his advantage. I kept my anger in check so that I could hopefully get an honest answer from him. "If you ever tire of me or Alex will you promise never to sell us? And never to breed us? I couldn't take that."

Remy looked at me for a long time, his eyes gentle, his mouth quirked in a soft smile. Then he took my face between his hands and brushed his lips against mine. I felt such longing, such desire and love from him it nearly surpassed the pain I was already experiencing from the way my limbs were twisted in the restraints and my cock was throbbing in the mechanism wrapped
securely around it. Then he moved back and looked at me again.

"I don' t'ink I'll ever tire of you, mon couer," he said quietly. "But if dere comes a time when I do, I'll send you home."

I felt the breath leave my body and tears come to my eyes. "Okay," I swallowed. "Okay."

He smiled gently again and stood up. "I'll call de guards to release you. You can remove de cock ring when you get back to de room."

He turned on his heel, but a sudden movement from the portal had him wheeling around to face it when a burst of bright pink kinetic energy exploded against his chest.