X-Men Genosha Reborn - Part 3 The Conclusion.

Here it is. A little later then I wanted but it took some time to go over the editing, even with some help. This is my last foray into the X-Men universe for a little while at least. Mary's sequel will take up the next little while.

The X-Men are in Genosha. The Men are captured and put to work while the fates of the women are far worse. The Genosha Reborn saga ends here.

PART III

Rachel lay chained to the bed. She had managed to get in contact with Laura after she had contacted Storm.

Laura was currently in a holding cell awaiting her own programming. She had gotten the impression that she was destined for the breeding chambers. Rachel wasn’t sure what was worse, to be a personal slave or to be used as some sort of farm animal.

Laura had taken it in her usual gruff and logical way. It was a means to an end and not a life sentence. So Rachel lay on the bed. Her limbs stretched painfully out. With a slight telepathic nudge, she could dull her nerve endings and not feel any of the pain but that would give her abilities away. Obviously, Ahab wanted her to hurt a little. More enforcement for him to know that he had control over every part of her at the moment.

It was still tempting though to try and relieve the pain. Her thoughts kept drifting back to what Kitty and Ororo had tried to tell her. They were worried about her. The truth was she was worried about herself as well but she was trying to be in control. With Jean and Emma together Jean could not coordinate anyone because of the possibly Emma may be forced to divulge information. So it fell to Rachel now.

Since her Mom had returned, she had been downgraded, really, in the grand scheme of things. She was the second most powerful Telepath and Telekinetic in the world now instead of the first as she was for years since she came back from the time stream and Jean’s death.

Her mom stepped into the role with a confidence that made her envious. Rachel would never want her Mom gone again but she felt the weight now to perform, so perform she will. The power she felt building in her was a help as well despite what others may think. It gave her renewed strength and after all the injuries and energy-sapping maneuvers of the last couple of days, she welcomed the energizing sensation. Her thoughts and her mind drifted until she found she was being awoken from a deep and restful sleep by the sound of Ahab entering into the room.

“Enjoy your sleep, slave?” Ahab came and sat on the edge of the bed. He took her head in his hands and turned it to face him.

“Not bad Master, could do with a bit of slack in the bonds though,” Rachel quipped trying to wake herself up quickly.

“I want you bound like this, so bound nice and tight you will stay for now.” Ahab stroked her cheek with no love in his actions, just the stroke of an owner on a piece of property. Not even like a pet but just like on a prized trophy.

“If you are going to keep me here like this still. I thought perhaps I can entertain you in other ways?” Rachel tried to do her best seductive voice but found just as she was doing it she really had no experience in the matter and noticed her skills in seduction were a little subpar.

Ahab didn’t seem to mind. He just looked down at her with a smile in his eye. His hands moved down to her exposed pussy and began to play with her clit.

“You will entertain me, slave,” Ahab played with her clit for a few minutes. Teasing her with an expertise she did not realize he could possibly have. Rachel could feel her programming kicking in telling her that this was supposed to be driving her over the edge. She didn’t need it to tell her that, he was so good that her revulsion for him was being overridden by the heat he was generating in her mind.

“MMMMMM” Was all Rachel could say in her pleasure-induced state.

His hand moved from her clit up her body to her breasts. They were partially covered by the new uniform but as he massaged her nipple on her left breast the uniform faded away to reveal her entire breast to him. He moved to the right and the same thing happened.

Rachel would have liked to have been surprised by that but she had to admit to herself that she was more surprised that she wasn’t fully exposed right from the beginning. She wondered if the others had these types of modifications to their costumes with the restraints and the fading away of parts or was it something that Ahab had done specifically for her.

Her musing was cut short however when his hand moved back down to her clit and continued to tease and torment her. His other hand now moving from holding her head and chin to her exposed nipples again. His fingers worked with a prowess of the world’s best lovers, kneading their magic on her nipples and her clit. She was fast approaching the ability to cum but she knew she had to ask as per her programming.

“Master, may I cum?” Rachel appealed to him.

“Not yet” He denied. His hand moved from her nipples to his pants pocket. He produced a small silver disc. Rachel had never seen anything like it. It was not very big, maybe the size of a nickel with black edging around the side of it. It was no wider than a nickel as well but the way it gleamed in the light let Rachel know it was made of some sort of smooth metal.

Ahab turned it over in his hand. On the bottom of the device, it was the same color as the rest but in the center, there were two very tiny things. Almost fang-like they stuck out from the device barely a quarter of an inch but they glared in the light more so than the actual disc. The ends of them looking particularly sharp.

“This is a huratio disc…… do you remember them?” Ahab asked, bouncing the object in his hand like a ball.

“No, I don’t.” Rachel was honest. With all her might and memory she tried to remember the name.

“I suppose you wouldn’t. You were too young. In our future Rachel, these were developed by a Doctor Huratio Joile. He was a lunatic but he served a purpose in the camps. You see, as always, where there are a concentrated people of lower status there will always be those of the higher social status who would seek to have their more deviant desires satisfied by the lower.

“These discs were created by the doctor to give extreme pleasure to the wearer or extreme pain. Pain is not a problem because of your new programming and neither is pleasure but I thought perhaps this would be something new for you and something to remember home about. I even believe at some point both your future Kitty Pryde and Ororo Munroe had these placed on them for a time or two,” Ahab explained.

“I don’t understand,” Rachel tried to follow. Did he mean the Kitty and Ororo here had them on right now or did he mean her Kitty and Ororo from her future? Her friends and teachers. That had to be what he meant she thought. For what reason would someone do such a thing to her friends? The thought was barely out of her mind when she took in her current predicament and what he had just said. He was right in that regard. Perverts will always find a way to exploit the helpless for their desires.

“You will.” Ahab stopped bouncing the tiny disc in his hand and took his fingers away from her clit. He reached down and Rachel felt him pulling and pushing at her clit but not in a pleasurable way. More like trying to get it into position. She couldn’t see anything because of the bounds and his giant head was in the way. What she did though was feel it when something pierced through her clit. It was a brief flash of pain that Rachel had to bite down on. She refused to scream out in pain in front of him right here and now.

When the pain subsided she felt a new weight pulling on her body. It was not much but it was different. Ahab’s head was still in the way and she could feel his fingers pushing and probing around her clit.

“What did you do?” Rachel finally asked.

Ahab turned his head and smiled at her. He got up from her and moved to her head at the top of the bed. Again with her bondage tight, she could barely make out anything but she did catch the slight gleam from the disc around her pussy area.

“You pierced it through my clit??!!” Rachel exclaimed.

“Of course…. It is my clit to do with as I please is it not?” Ahab asked.

Rachel’s programming kicked in and told her the correct response.

“Yes Master, this body is yours,” she answered. She shook her head slightly and continued. “I would still like to know why and what for.”

“I think a demonstration would be better” Ahab looked down at her with a grin so wide on his face that Rachel actually had a tingle of fear go through her. She could not help for a brief second to be reminded of herself locked under his control for years while he tortured and brainwashed her, all while wearing a grin just like that.

Rachel couldn’t see what he was doing as he turned away from her but that became the least of her problems when the heat that was already inside her from his skilled fingers blossomed into a full-blown nightmare of pleasurable sensations that she could not bring herself to cum from.

The disc now pierced to her clit started to emit not a vibration but some sort of neural signal to her brain. She could feel it coursing through her body. Telling all her nerve endings and her brain center that she was experiencing pleasure. Pleasure so pure and so much that she couldn’t help but fall into it and just enjoy it.

But it was masked by her programming, if she didn’t have the programming she would have been cumming out of control within seconds of the disc being activated but right now because she needed permission she was squirming as much as she could in these tight bonds, trying desperately to cum.

“OHHHHHHH PLEASE!!!! MASTER CAN I CUM!!!” Rachel begged Ahab. The Hound Master had gotten off of the bed and had taken up a standing position halfway down the bed. His leering face clearly enjoying the struggle.

“No. Instead I think you deserve something the complete opposite of pleasure” Ahab answered. Rachel’s eyes were closed in concentration trying to find anything to make her cum but she was relying on the programming at the moment. She had to let it fully control her because if not she would have broken free with her powers. There was no way she could control herself fully while in this kind of situation. His words didn’t reach her but she got an impression things were about to change.

The pleasure signals stopped for a brief second. Rachel huffed and puffed trying to get her breath and her mentality under control. It was not to be though. As the feelings went away in her brain and in her nerve endings they were replaced by pain.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” Rachel writhed in her bonds. Thrashing and moving about as much as she could.

“Do you feel it…. The pain? Nothing is causing it but your own brain. The disc tells you that you are in pain. It convinces your brain of it and then it sends out all those little impulses to the rest of your body telling you that you are in pain”

“AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Rachel couldn’t respond she was rocked back and forth against her restraints.

“It must be pure agony for you. Your talents are in the mind and yet it has betrayed you. Perhaps I should leave you like this for a while” Ahab voiced.

Rachel wanted to plead and beg for him to not do that but she couldn’t as she was in too much pain. It was taking all her strength and energy not to reach out and use a telekinetic blast to shove him away and break the stupid device. There was nothing to stop her except the possible destruction of her friends. She kept it under control but she felt so very relieved when it stopped.

“UGHHHHHHH” Rachel’s sweaty form stopped thrashing on the bed.

“What do you prefer? The pain or the pleasure?” Ahab questioned. Knowing full well what the answer was.

Rachel didn’t answer it. She knew he didn’t want or need an answer. He was going to do as he pleased. When she finally opened her eyes she felt welled up tears going down her cheeks from the pain.

Ahab watched with no emotion on his face as the tears came down her face. Rachel allowed it to happen for a moment longer than she could have stopped it. Intent on using it to force into him that she was truly under his control.

When she regained control of herself he started up with the pleasure unit again on her clit. Ahab took down his pants and removed his underwear to stand with his cock over her. He moved up to her face and though Rachel’s eyes and thoughts were lost in the throes of pleasure from the disc she knew, even without her telepathic senses she just knew that he was there. The smell of his cock and the motion of his hand as he began to stroke himself right over the top of her face was something Rachel could never forget.

Everything in her mind told her not to open her eyes and look at the act he was committing but the programming inside her told her to do so and she relented to it. Opening her eyes she saw his cock was growing and was already quite large. It was barely a foot away from her face and already leaking. His eyes roamed her body when he saw her eyes were open, albeit glazed from the pleasure being inflicted on her.

Ahab moved his cock even closer to her face. Placing the shaft on her lips Rachel opened her mouth and licked eagerly on it. He rubbed it back and forth horizontally across her lips. The tip of his cock never going past her lips. Her tongue would venture out and lick as the throes of pleasure overtook her senses.

Rachel wanted to beg again but she could not find the words. With his cock rubbing against her lips she dared not speak for fear of upsetting him. Desperately she clung to her sanity, the disc working her mind and body over in such a way that she could never have imagined.

There was a part of her mind that she could feel was becoming almost addicted to the pleasure. Before it got too far though, the disc switched off. Ahab removed his cock from her lips and the pain started up again. Rachel closed her eyes as it built within her body this time. Not a straight out and out pain like before but like pins and needles she could feel accumulating through her entire body. For a few minutes, it built up slowly before erupting into pure agony.

“AHHHHHHH!!!!!!” She screamed again in the small bedroom. Ahab didn’t care for her comfort at this point. His cock was hard and coated with her saliva. Working his hand up and down his shaft he knew he was close to cumming. When he was ready he placed his cock over her head once more and came, gushing cum all over her face.

Rachel could feel it hitting her face. Could smell the distinctive smell and feel the texture of it. He coated her from her hairline to her chin and then for good measure he came again on her chest. Rachel didn’t care nor did she open her eyes as she could feel they were coated in cum but the pain was far too intense. She wanted to lash out and at the very least maim him but she stopped herself over and over again.

Once more he changed the setting on the disc to pleasure. Her screams replaced by moans. Her body had no idea what was going on and her mind was in a fog, she let the programming take complete control for a moment while she recovered. Ahab smacked his cock against her cheek prompting her to open her eyes. Rachel disliked the feeling of cum on her eyelids being pushed up and onto her eyebrows and down into her eyes, but she couldn’t close them. She had to look at her Master.

Ahab smiled at her. He reached into his jacket pocket and removed an old filthy looking rag he used to wipe the come away from her eyes.

“You may cum, slave,” The command was simple but the reaction was anything but. Rachel’s body jerked and convulsed in her bounds before her body and mind synced up to allow her to cum.

It was without a doubt the single best cum she had ever had and that frightened her. In her mind, she knew it was because of the programming and the constant stimulation but she wondered if even beyond the programming would she become addicted to this abuse and not want to act when the time came.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!” she cried, coming down from the climax high.

He smacked his cock against her chin one more time before he used the same rag to clean his cock. His underwear and pants were back on shortly before he turned off the disc. He left it on her though which scared her. He kissed her roughly and forcefully on the lips after wiping away his own cum from her mouth before he left.

“See you soon, my slave.” His last words were partly taunting and partly aggressive.

Rachel slumped in her chains as much as she could and felt the tears well up inside her once more. Her mind was aflame with emotion and thoughts but she tried to bring one thing to her mind over and over again. Twelve to thirty-six hours and then she could make a break for it. That was all she had to do, wait it out for now. Surely the others were undergoing similar treatment and if they could put up with it then so could she.

But in the back of her mind, as she drifted off to sleep, a voice told her that they weren’t dealing with the creature from their nightmares. Just before she fell asleep, a far more powerful and conscious voice came into her mind. She will be the stuff of his nightmares.

***

Jean was on the floor. She was thankful for that after spending so much time hanging in the air in a kissing position with Emma. She was not thankful that she was kneeling on a bed of nails. They had obviously been blunted but they were no less uncomfortable. Emma had been taken away by the Leader a short while ago after she had been taken down from her hanging position after Jean. Kneeling on this bed of nails Jean tested her bindings.

The Leader had quite expertly used rope to bind her arms behind her. Horizontally stretching out her arms just above the small of her back. Her hands touched the opposite elbows as coils of rope were used to restrain her. The rope had been fastened almost like a noose around her neck and then down between her breasts and around her chest. Looped over and over again the rope had gone under and over her breasts before finally encircling each individual breast.

Emma had remarked through their mind link that the Leader had impressed her with the work. She even had a name for it but at the moment it escaped Jean’s memory. Her knees had been spread out and similarly encircled with rope. Her thighs and her ankles were connected together to make sure she stayed in a kneeling position and exposing her very already highly exposed pussy to all who would walk into the little dungeon that the Leader had left her in.

The pain from the nails was not enough to make her ache but it was enough to make her uncomfortable and unable to concentrate. Languishing in the dungeon Jean couldn’t help but think about everyone else.

Jean tried to reach out with her senses but all she got was extreme turmoil from Rachel. She was in desperate pain and then extreme pleasure. Her emotions were raging all over the place but before Jean could reach out to comfort her daughter she felt her bringing herself to a calming state. Within her mind, Jean battled with the desire to reach out, comfort and protect her daughter with the known fact that Rachel may well not appreciate it at the moment.

Thankfully her thoughts were interrupted when the Leader came back into the dungeon. Emma wasn’t with him but he had her leash hanging over his left shoulder like some sort of trophy.

“Are you enjoying yourself slave?” The question was rhetorical more than anything and he didn’t wait for her reply. “I have left your slave sister in a nice position. Would you like to see her?”

“Yes Master.”

The Leader came to her and squatted down before her. He reached out and rolled her nipples through his fingers as casually as he would pet a house cat.

“I don’t know, you look quite comfortable there” He teased.

Jean recognized not to say anything back. He was going to do as he pleased anyway and her thoughts kept drifting towards Rachel. Every time she tried to open her mind and look for Rachel she encountered a block as soon as she found her. There was pain and shame there that Jean didn’t like. There was a darkness clouding her that concerned Jean.

“No, I have something much more fun in store for you today” The Leader moved his hand down to her exposed pussy and began to play with her clit with all the subtle grace and skill of a teenage boy.

Jean would have laughed at the effort, but she knew it would provoke a response she could not control at the moment. His other hand reached behind her head and began to bring her forward. Shuffling along the blunted edges of the bed of nails was enough for her to moan in pain. Her skin wasn’t pierced but the whole thing was just painful, Jean remarked silently.

She was dragged along the nails in her kneeling position until she was finally shuffling off of the bed of nails onto the floor. His fingers never really leaving her clit and pussy the entire time, he released his hold on the back of her head and moved both of his hands to untie the rope binding her ankles to her thighs.

It was a long couple of minutes for him to untie her and uncoil all the rope with just one hand but eventually, Jean’s legs were free and she was being hauled to her feet. A leash was produced once more and attached to her collar. The rope still circled her chest and breasts but at least she was no longer in the forced kneeling position. With some strong jerks of the leash, Jean was following him out of the dungeon.

Jean was led towards Emma in a wide office with a large desk. Emma was currently tied up in much the same way as Jean. Her chest and breasts wrapped with rope. Her hands were bound behind her in leather restraints and a short chain. Her legs were free except for restraints on her ankles and long loose chains connecting to them somewhere out of Jean’s sight.

Emma was on the hard desk, sitting on her butt in what looked to be a rather uncomfortable position. Jean was led up to and told to jump onto the desk. Very quickly she was outfitted with similar restraints for her ankles but her wrists remained tied in the rope behind her.

Her leash was tied off to Emma’s collar. Emma had remained virtually motionless up until this part but she gave a little wink to Jean as the leash was connected, letting her know she was okay. Jean was told to sit on her butt just as Emma was doing but the leash made them sit very close together on the desk they were centered on.

The Leader took a seat in a very plush looking leather chair at the head of the desk and looked at them. He didn’t order anything or tell them to do anything he simply stared for a few minutes at them before he reached into his desk, pulled out a laptop and started to do some work of some kind.

[Why doesn’t he just…. Like, fuck us?] Jean asked through the mind link with Emma.

[Such vulgarity, Ms. Grey] Emma half chided.

Jean laughed through the link but the question remained.

[I think he is well and truly preoccupied with other tasks at the moment but he can’t lay his hands off of us. Like a kid at Christmas with far too many toys, he can’t seem to focus] Emma surmised.

[Great!] Jean reacted with a deadpan expression through the link.

[Be nice to the unimaginative mind Jean] Emma replied with her own smile.

[I can see where this leads Emma] Jean said.

[I think the blind can see where this is going Jean, my dear. Unless of course, it’s time to go?]

[No, Rachel is……. Rachel is having a hard time at the moment and we have more time to give] Jean admitted.

[My powers are localized thanks to this outfit and programming so I can not reach out to her. How much of a hard time?] Emma asked with concern in her voice.

[I am not sure, she won't answer me and when I try to contact her she is void, cold and withdrawn….. I think her being with Ahab is bringing up some dark and terrible memories. I wonder if she will last] Jean’s concern was evident to Emma in just her words but the anguish that went through the link amplified it.

[I was so mean to her Emma when she first came here. I was struggling with myself and my so-called destiny and she represented the culmination of that destiny. I didn’t want it, I didn’t want her…..] Jean was very quickly in her own state of distress.

[Hush Jean. I have told you before she has been through much and you have found your way to each other. I am on the edges of the Summer/Grey family so to speak but I know the love you and Scott have for her and Cable. Destiny be damned you have taken them both in as your children without ever having physically birthing either of them….. well I guess maybe Nathan but that’s kind of up in the air….] Emma tried to comfort Jean which was beginning to not sound as bad as it would have only years prior.

“I want you slaves to scissor in front of me” The Leader interrupted their thought conversation but it as with an order they both knew was coming. It seemed so vulgar to hear it from a man who was supposedly in charge of an entire country.

[Emma, I have never done that before.]

[You think I have?] Emma asked with some humor in her voice.

[No. But I figure between the two of us, you are more than likely the more... experienced]

[Jean, I believe that was actually a somewhat compliment and a slur. You are learning]

[Haha, my point is if you have or haven’t…. you probably know more about what he wants. I’ll follow your lead.] Jean cleared up her thinking.

[Ah, quite right…. And for the record, I have never done it….. I have seen it done] There was a wink and a smile broadcast over the link that amused the two telepaths.

In the physical world, they were getting closer together. Shuffling over on their butts until they had to part their legs wider with the loose chains to allow each other to get very close. As close as they had been for hours hanging while kissing. With both of their hands restrained behind their backs and no help forthcoming from the Leader who simply sat in his chair observing every movement they made they spread their legs in different directions. The desk was large and wide enough that really only their feet began to hang off of it.

With their legs spread Emma moved even closer to Jean. Placing her pussy right up against hers Jean felt the heat from the body contact and knew that the programming inside her was telling her to get aroused. She let the programming take hold there and allowed her body to become aroused.

From the feel and look of Emma, she knew she was also feeling the heat. Jean slipped her own pussy closer making sure that the two of them were almost as one. Emma looked down and adjusted herself. Jean felt pleasure run through her as Emma’s clit touched her own.

[Hold on Jean…. This is going to be a ride] Emma’s thoughts came into her mind.

Emma started to rock her hips back and forth. Moving her clit from side to side but never taking her clit away from Jean's entirely. The effect was a constant and beautiful pleasure being stimulated on both of their bodies. They angled their bodies, twinning together so that their fronts were in clear view of the Leader who sat leaned back in his very plush leather chair. A satisfied smiel on his face.

Emma and Jean continued to grind out their clits against each other. With their hands tied behind them, Jean with rope and Emma with restraints, they couldn’t really brace themselves so they were forced to curl into each other. They rested their heads on each other’s shoulders in a delicate balancing act.

As Emma suggested in the mind link they alternated between whose head was facing the Leader while they continued to stimulate each other, giving him a view of each of their faces now coated in a bliss unlike anything either had experienced before. Pushing and slipping their clits against each other on the desk like some sort of perverted sex show. The Leader simply watched until he returned to working on his laptop. Leaving Jean and Emma to continue to work away but unable to cum until given permission.

***

Kitty was still chained in the closet. The fucking machine working away on her ass and pussy. It was dark in the closet but she could make out just around herself. There was a red blinking light from somewhere below her. Kitty had long ago decided it didn’t matter where it came from. She was more preoccupied with what she considered to be the ruination of her body.

Her asshole felt like it was ten times larger than it had ever been. She didn’t want to even think about her pussy. The time spent here was something she could not determine. It could have been minutes or it could have been days. Since she had been contacted by Rachel she had completely lost track of time. The most horrifying thing about it all was how her body was reacting to the stimulation.

Kitty had been with the X-Men since she was barely a teenager, she had been captured numerous times and been brainwashed possibly even more times then she had been captured, but this was something entirely new. She was beginning to love it. Beyond love, she was beginning to need it. There was an addiction to the pleasure being built within her that she feared. The dildos in her continued to pump away, in and out, in and out.

Kitty wanted to cry or to cum. Cumming had become so commonplace if she ever had been a prude she was sure that had been quite literally fucked out of her.

The door to the closet opened, a bright flash of white light blinded Kitty. Replaced by a shadow that could only be the outline of the Engineer.

“How are you, my slave?” He asked. Kitty’s eyes were adjusting but not fast enough to fully take in his features but his voice was recognizable enough.

“Please let me out, Master,” Kitty managed to say. Her throat was dry and parched. She could barely get the words out of her mouth.

“In due time.” The Engineer’s features were now visible and Kitty wished they weren’t, it was just a reminder of a face she will see in her nightmares for years to come. The Engineer reached down and felt her thighs. It was covered and dripping in her dried and still lubricating juices. His hand reached up and felt around her pussy lips as the dildo pounded on her pussy.

“Please Master!” Kitty pleaded.

“Not yet, slave. You will stay on it for a few more hours yet. When you are done I want you begging to be kept on it, not to be released. Do you understand?” The Engineer had a threatening tone behind his words.

“OHHHH GODD!!” Kitty could barely manage to say anything. The thrusting and the vibrations from the two dildos playing havoc with her mind and her body.

“Answer me, slave!” The Engineer demanded.

“Yes Master,” Kitty managed to get it out before her body racked with pain and pleasure felt like it was going to give out.

“Good my slut. So you stay on it,” The Engineer remarked. He turned on his heels and left, the door slamming behind him as he went. Leaving Kitty alone in the room once more. The only sound her own moans, the mechanical whirring of the dildos and the squishing they produced when they went in and out of her ass and pussy.

“Please let me out” Kitty pleaded into the oppressive silence.

There was no answer. Kitty knew he was gone. She was desperate though she just wanted out of the whole situation. The constant pounding of the dildos was driving her insane. Kitty wanted to give him anything if she could just be let off of the chair.

[Rachel!] Kitty didn’t have telepathic abilities even when she had access to them but she hoped her friend was listening. She needed to talk to a friend and to gain some strength.

There was a silence that lasted a little too long for Kitty’s liking but she was thankful when she felt something come into her mind.

[Kitty?] It was Rachel. She was tired and she was hurting just the same as Kitty but she was answering for her friend.

[Rachel…. Help me] Kitty’s entire soul was tired from the torture of the machine dildos hammering away at her.

Kitty felt Rachel withdraw a bit. Clearly tired herself Rachel came back radiating warmth that she was generating from her mind. Kitty could feel it was artificial. There was something really sad and dangerous behind the aura that Rachel was projecting but what she was radiating towards Kitty felt as close to pure love and strength as she felt Rachel was capable of doing at the moment.

[Thank you, Rachel,] Kitty sent.

There wasn’t a response for quite a long time. Long enough that even though she felt the warmth coming into her she felt that Rachel might have abandoned the link.

[Thank you Kitty,] Rachel finally responded.

[Thank me?] Kitty asked.

[I was a little lost in my power and terror there. You reached out at the right time]

[It was purely selfish of me Rache…. I was ready to give him everything even if I wasn’t programmed and in this power dampening suit. I was ready to serve him for real] Kitty cried in the closet. The feeling of the dildos going in and out of her being suppressed at the moment through her conversation with Rachel and the strength she was sending her way.

[It doesn’t matter why Kitty…. Thank you,] Rachel’s radiating strength and warmth took on a much more natural flare which seemed to be ten times more powerful and joyful. Kitty radiated in it.

[My god Rachel, is this what it always feels like for you when you open yourself up to it?] Kitty asked.

[No……. Not since the Phoenix left me have I felt like this] Rachel replied.

That was an ominous statement. Rachel had carried a portion of the Phoenix on and off for years, so she would know what it felt like.

[Is this a good thing or a bad thing?] Kitty asked.

[This is a new thing] Rachel replied cryptically and Kitty could tell that was not on purpose it was mainly because Rachel honestly didn’t know the answer.

[I am here for you now and I certainly appreciate the company. I am still on that damn chair] Kitty said.

[I know… I can see it] Rachel said.

[Are you in my mind looking?]

[No….. I don’t think so. it’s like an astral projection but I haven’t been going on the astral plane because of all the telepaths in the building. This is new, different. It’s the first time. When you reached out I just made the connection]

[Rachel are you okay?] Kitty was now concerned once more for her friend.

[I don’t know, but Kitty I am here for you. I will stay with you as long as I can okay. You are not alone] Rachel sent back.

Kitty relaxed into her friends warming embrace. Not another word was said while they just allowed their friendship to heal them both.

***

Storm was being given an inspection of what her Master called the breeding cells. Ororo Munro was not happy with this tour. She had been forced to walk through the cells where all of her fellow X-Men had been vacated from. She was told the last of them were in the transmode machines getting their programming.

Instead in the cells were the mutants who originally called Genosha home. Some of them had already gone through the programming and had been assigned their duties. Walking through the cells Storm had felt nothing but dreariness and depression. Now in the breeding cells, Storm’s own mentality was depressed and angered.

Mounted like cows in a private illegal farm she saw her friends. Fellow X-Men, all the women not selected for more private duties. They were placed along a line that stretched about thirty feet along in one wide cell behind bars, separated into stalls not more than five feet wide and barely over six feet tall. The women were forced into kneeling positions with their arms bound behind them in what appeared to be long leather arm binders that went up to above their elbows.

From the top of the stall, a tube came down that went into a gag that seemed to be a sort of feeding apparatus. At the bottom of the stall, another tube came up and seperated into two suction cups that were placed on each woman's breasts. There was a constant buzz and clicking as the cups seemed to be suctioning on the nipples. A shift in all of their fleshes with each click and clack. The suctioning sending shivers of what Storm assumed and hoped was pleasure as oppossed to pain.

When Storm looked closely at Jubilee, who was among the first in line, she could see her nipples were being extended and depressed inside the cups. Tiny little milk droplets beginning to form on the tips. Around all of their crotches were a metallic looking bikini bottom that had a hose attached in the center. It was jumping around back and forth in many of the stalls. The hose itself disappeared into the back of the stall beyond Storm’s vision. Jubiliee’s eyes went in and out of focus, when she spotted Storm she tried to wink but the process was exacting and she failed. The cups and the hose extracting whatever fight she had in her.

There were three bars horizontally along the stalls. The first was just below the kneeling women’s pussy. The second bar was placed across the stomach just below their breasts which with the cups on were forcing their chest outside of the bars. The third bar was just below their necks, that bar was connected with a very short chain in the middle to the black matte collars around their throats.

The famous X insignia situated just off center on each one of the former X-Men’s collars. Every single former X-Woman was alert and aware but with their bindings and their feeder gags could not say anything. It was their eyes though that conveyed their anguish and their emotions to Storm as she was forced to walk along the cells with the Minister of State. Some of them had hate in their looks, others were distant, others had despair and then there were the two that shocked Storm to her core.

At the end of the line of former X-Men turned breeder slaves were what she was told were the first two that had been subjected to the breeding programming. Dazzler and Siryn, two of the most seasoned veterans in the X-Men. They had been through many things and seen many others. On their faces, she saw not hate or distance or even despair. She saw what she could only describe as acceptance. Restrained in the same way as the others their bellies were beginning to grow round with the progress of a baby already in their bellies. The science behind that was beyond Ororo but just out of basic biology she knew that couldn’t be right. It was far too quick.

Storm wasn’t sure if it was by happenstance or by design but her Master stopped at the end of the line where Siryn and Dazzler were. He let Ororo look over them for sometime before he continued on. Not a single word was said but Storm got the implications. It was a message being sent to her and to the others. To her, the message was this could have been her and to the others, it was the same. In her mind though, she would never forget the images. Seeing her friends in such exposed and humiliating circumstances.

[Jean?] Ororo called out. Knowing that her and Jean had known each other for years and her connection with her would mean she was just contacting her and not putting a beacon calling out to any other telepaths including Emma and Rachel. Her Master was leading her on leash away now from the cells back towards the more civilized portions of the complex as he had noted.

There was no answer for a long time before she called out again. Once more there was no answer.

[Storm?] It was Rachel coming into her mind.

[Rachel?] Ororo answered.

[Yes, Mom is not really in a position to respond at the moment….. can I help?] Rachel asked.

[Rachel the power, I was trying for Jean only….. how could you hear it?]Ororo asked, wondering if perhaps she was underestimating her link with Jean.

[I have been keeping an open link with Kitty….. to do so I was a little more in tune with my friends. I also knew my Mom was not in a place at the moment to respond. She and Emma are…. Well they can’t]

[I am not sure I like this Rachel….. this is not in your regular realm of powers] Ororo was being honest with her.

[Ororo I know you are being cautious and I know you know of my history. I am feeling quite different right now but with Kitty, Mom and your help you know that I will get through this]

[You are right Rachel….. I wanted to speak to Jean because I know where the rest of us are and that the transformation process is done]

[That’s good Ororo. Then we are approaching the time to give these bastards what they deserve] Rachel replied.

[Can you let the rest of us know?] Ororo asked.

[I will and Ororo?…. Did you see Laura?]

Ororo thought about it and had to admit she was not among the faces in the stalls.

[No I did not] Ororo answered.

[Interesting but everyone else is accounted for] Rachel mused.

[Why would they single out Laura for something else?] Ororo questioned the reasoning as well.

[Maybe because she is a clone?] Rachel replied.

[Maybe] Ororo said. Her concentration momentarily slipping. Her Master pulling hard on her leash dragged her into an elevator and was busy pawing at her. Teasing her nipples and clit.

[Either way, we are almost ready. Keep in touch Storm,] Rachel sent.

Ororo’s thoughts were on how to please her Master at the moment so as to not raise any suspicions about her momentary lack of concentration so she did not respond. As the elevator climbed up through the complex so to did her own arousal as she allowed the programming to take hold giving him what he wanted for now.

***

Jean hung in what she could only describe in her mind as a sex swing. Back in the dungeon, the Leader had grown tired of watching Emma and herself get each other off on the desk of his office before he had taken them roughly by their leashes back to the dungeon. Jean had then been told to sit on what looked like nothing more than a mat on the floor that had chains hanging from it to the ceiling.

She hadn’t seen at the time but was quickly familiar with once she was sitting on the mat and noticed the two stirrups for her feet at the ends with leather restraints attached to them. At the back of the mat just about above her head were two more leather restraints attached to some anchoring leather and chains that went up into the ceiling.

Once she was fastened into the restraints, Jean was lifted by a crank once more back into the air. Her pussy exposed in a wide position while the Leader left her swinging at about his waist level. Clearly aware of the implications of that, Jean had begun to draw back into herself not wanting anyone including Emma or Rachel to pick anything up coming from her mind. The violation he was about to do to her body and her mind was something she wanted to keep internalized.

As she was busy mentally preparing herself for that, she hadn’t noticed that Emma had been placed in a very similar swing but she had been raised higher and her pussy still just as widely exposed as Jean’s was, facing Jean’s way. The Leader had raised her higher than Jean and then brought her pussy and her entire body over to Jean’s face with a combination of pulleys and cranks. Soon Emma’s pussy was directly in Jean’s face.

“You know what I want slave” The Leader declared.

Jean pushed herself forward the extra inch required to get her mouth onto Emma’s pussy and clit and began to lick. With her mind closed down she wasn’t getting any telepathic conversation from Emma so she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not but she was far too preoccupied with what the Leader was doing. His pants were down around his ankles and his smiling face was creeping ever closer to her. His cock was barely visible but he was stroking it with one hand while his other reached out and grabbed some of the leather and chains that were apart of the stirrups keeping Jean’s legs parted in the sling. His cock wasn’t even an inch away from her pussy when she heard, above her, the moans of Emma beginning to come out of her own mouth.

Happy at the very least that Emma was enjoying herself and not to mention that she was providing the pleasure, Jean braced herself.

The cock of the Leader touched her pussy. Jean felt the cock push into her pussy, burying deeper and deeper into her. The Leader grunted and moaned, his cock was digging deeper and deeper into her.

There was a buzzing in her mind that she knew meant someone was trying to get through to her. She thought perhaps it was Emma and didn’t really want to talk about their actions at the moment but there was a part of her that was a mother which was always weird in her mind to think like that considering she had never given birth to either Nathan or Rachel but they were her kids. That mothering side said that perhaps it was Rachel and she as in trouble.

Reluctantly, as the Leader sent another gab of his cock into her she opened her mind. There was a connection waiting from Emma but the buzzing was coming from Rachel. She wondered if that was luck or was it truly a mothering instinct that told her that Rachel wanted to talk to her.

[Mom!] Rachel's thoughts came into her mind.

[Yes Rachel, sorry I needed to focus and be alone,] Jean explained.

[That’s fine, There are things I need to talk to you about but the most important thing is Storm has determined and seen the rest of us. All of the X-Men have been processed through by now] Rachel relayed the information she got from her conversation with Storm.

[Good, Have you made contact with Laura?] Jean asked. She was worried about the other things that Rachel wanted to talk about. She could feel again a developing strength in Rachel behind their connection.

[No and Storm hasn’t seen her. She has been separated,] Rachel seemed to be angry that her friend was unaccounted for.

[Has Kitty seen her? Perhaps she was a late addition to the special projects]

There was silence while Rachel gathered her thoughts. Jean could feel she was still there, connected with her but Rachel seemed to be deliberating on what to tell Jean. Confident and trustworthy enough to understand that Rachel wouldn’t withhold information vital to their survival so it must have been something personal shared between friends.

It made Jean’s heart warm, she remembered a very young Kitty Pryde joining the X-Men and knew the intelligent strong woman she had grown into and to see that she was close with her own daughter made her think that perhaps Jean had been a good mother, to both of them.

[Kitty has been in the lab but she hasn’t been able to see anything for hours now. I just spoke to her and she says that she has been there long enough for the process to have completed a couple times over on someone else being put into the machines but she doesn’t know for sure] Rachel came back into the mind link.

[Rachel you are keeping an open link with Kitty? Is that wise?] Jean wasn’t doubting her abilities or her decisions just wanted to know why.

[Kitty needed it…… I needed it] Rachel sent back. There was a strength and openness to that comment also a very vulnerable tone to the words as well.

[I am sorry I wasn’t available Rachel]

[Not your fault Mom, I didn’t reach out if that makes you feel better, She called for help and we leaned on each other] Rachel explained.

[I would like to know where Laura is though. Perhaps she escaped?] Jean considered aloud.

[I mean if anyone could she could, I know I am not supposed to know all the details of the plan but was that the plan for her?] Rachel asked.

Jean thought about it. Not everyone knew all the details of the plan just in case they were unable to resist the programming and when asked about the possibility of an escape attempt. Storm knew her’s and Laura’s objectives while Jean knew her own and Rachel’s plans.

Rachel and Laura being the younger members knew their own plans only but they were both smart and knew how to interrupt things. Jean could say the same and knew what Storm would have told Laura.

[I would imagine her plan was to escape if possible but I don’t know her full plan] Jean stated.

[Leave her to it then, she is more than capable] Rachel stated.

Jean had to agree but her thoughts turned away from it all. When the Leader pushed again deeper into her she found it hard to have a conversation while she was being violated. Her thoughts drifted away from her mind link with Rachel. Before it was closed Jean got the sense Rachel was pushing away with a degree of fear in her mind.

[Rachel?] Jean reached out, concerned more so now with that fear in Rachel’s mind than anything but the connection was closed.

***

Rachel was being moved finally off of the bed. A hound that she was not familiar with had come in and was unchaining her from the bed and attaching a leash to her collar. There was nothing to sense or gleam from the hound but Rachel didn’t know if that was a normal thing for this mutant or not. She just wasn’t aware of who it was.

Once she was unchained from the bed the hound chained the two restraints on her wrists together and her ankles together. Rachel was hoping they too would have been removed but it seemed Ahab had developed an interest in bondage since Rachel was last in his care. Being dragged behind him was bad enough but there was something entirely more degrading about being dragged on a leash behind a hound of unknown origin out of the bedroom and back into the hound cells again.

She could see Ahab in the near distance overlooking some sort of newer stall. Led towards it Rachel felt a sense of horror overcoming her. The stall that Ahab was overlooking and seemed to be adjusting was very familiar to her. It resembled almost down to the very last details the restraint chamber she had been restrained in for months under Ahab when she was just a teenager and turned into his first hound.

The fear and the horror came back over her in waves of pure unadulterated panic. His smile as she approached made it known that the look on her face of terror was exactly what he wanted. Every fiber in her being told her to break free and shove that smile somewhere else but she had a mission to consider. The programming inside her from the machine took a little edge off of her. She was supposed to be excited to see her Master after all but clearly, he wanted a little terror as well because the programming seemed to be fine with her showing it.

“Do you like it. Is it like coming home for you slave?” Ahab’s tone was one of mockery and his smile broadened ever so much as she was led to him. The hound gave him the leash, allowing him to pull her closer to him. Rachel didn’t want to answer and didn’t suspect that he wanted one. Pulled so close that her body was pressed against his he turned her around so that she was looking directly into the stall.

Rachel was on his left side looking in at the stall and couldn’t help the memories flashing before her eyes. She felt herself getting more and more upset with each passing moment. He pushed her towards it. His hands getting a hold of her own and pushing her towards the stall. There were two large cylinders to each side that she knew her hands would slip into at her head level but out and away from her body.

Almost boot like devices on the floor would also secure her feet. She was pushed towards it and she tried to relax herself to allow it to happen but with each moment her anxiety about that stall and what it represented built. Keeping it under control while she was being pushed into it was proving to take all of her power and concentration.

“I want you in those restraints now, slave,” Ahab commanded. Rachel wanted to throw him through the concrete walls of the complex. Instead, she meekly nodded, not trusting even the programming or her own mind in what to say. Surpressing a shudder through her entire body Rachel moved.

She walked forward and turned towards him and stepped back. She raised her left foot and placed it inside the boot and then the same with her right foot. She felt the boot tighten and stiffen around her ankles up to just below her knees. Her feet and legs immobilized, she looked to the side where the cylinders were for her arms and hands. Placing her left hand into one of them, she felt the cylinder clamp shut around her arm up to her elbow. Again on the right hand and she was restrained into a position that brought nothing but fear and horror to her mind and memory. Ahab walked away and out of sight for a moment before he returned with something that launched Rachel into a further frenzy in her mind.

Rachel could see the object in his hand. Could feel the touch of it on her skin from years ago. Could feel the menace it created and the memories it had led to. Rachel was out of her mind in fear of the object in his hand while Ahab walked towards her with it. With all of her might she tried to calm herself and get herself under control but it was only then that she had to admit to herself that something had indeed changed in herself since the transmode process.

There was not a hint of new power or ability within her. It was a blazing supernova of energy and talent she never thought she could possess and at that moment faced with that object Rachel lost control. Her mind was awash in fear, anger and anxiety Rachel lashed out into the psychic plane. A scream of primal forces unleashed washed over the entire psychic plane all over the world.

***

[AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jean screamed through the mind link she had formed with Emma. It was barely a moment later when Emma screamed as well. The two of them were currently on the floor of the dungeon with a double-sided dong between them with one end in Jean’s pussy and the other end in Emma. They were on top of each other kissing each other along their necks, lips and nipples when a scream of epic proportions echoed through the psychic plane.

[Rachel!!!!!] Jean screamed in her own mind and by default into Emma’s as well when she recovered from the scream.

[My god Jean….. the horror in that scream!!] Emma echoed. Even with their programming taking over and under orders not to stop as the Leader was watching from a chair not too far away. The pair momentarily stopped until it kicked back in. It was barely a moment and so engrossed in the whole scene was the Leader that he didn’t seem to notice as he masturbated with his cock just outside of his pants from the chair.

***

Kitty was still shackled to the chair in the closet of the lab with the two dildos ramming her ass and pussy. Only her open connection to Rachel was saving her sanity but even through that for the past few minutes, she had felt a wave of mounting anger and fear coming from Rachel. Kitty was about to reach out and ask if she needed any help when Rachel’s consciousness flared inside her mind in a white hot beam of terror.

So intense was the flare and the connection that Kitty, for a moment, forgot about her bondage and thrashed in her chair, trying to get away and go help her friend wherever she was and whatever she was dealing with. Kitty had an alarming amount of energy thrust into her body, she was dimly aware it was not only concern for her friend but also residual energy flooded into her from Rachel through that terror she felt. The link was cut with her but Kitty could feel her terror and her fear in her mind like a bad taste in her mouth.

Desperately hoping for a crack in the shackles or something to just give, Kitty ended up just slumping down, motionless as the dildos on the pistons rammed away in and out of her pussy and ass. Her cries were not for her but for her friend as she drifted into sleep.

***

Across the World, the pain of Rachel’s psychic scream were felt. In Genosha alone telepaths like Psylocke and the Cuckoo sisters, prisoners in their own right felt the anguish and the pain from Rachel. Hounds nearby howled in pain. The two telepaths Ahab was using for his quick conversion process and Cable all howled in rage and despair with her. People who had the barest connection to telepathy and to the psychic plane felt it and kept it with them for hours after it had happened.

[Oh god I can feel her Emma, she’s in such distress. She is going to lash out again] Jean sent through their link. They were still playing with each other in front of their Master on the dungeon floor.

[Another salvo like that could do a lot of damage Jean, reach out to her] Emma insisted.

[I am trying but she is in such a state I can’t get through to her] The pain in Jean’s voice inside Emma’s head was enough for her to wince in sympathy.

[Could it be the Phoenix? Is she tapping into it?] Emma asked.

[I don’t think so, it didn’t feel that way to me. Did it to you?] Jean replied.

[No] Emma answered honestly.

[Something has to be done, Jean. Another psychic cry like that can put people into comas and even worse] Emma stated. Jean knew she was right.

[Hang on Emma I am going to just drop our connection for a moment] Jean announced.

[As you wish] Emma found solace, no matter how trivial and degrading it was in the fact that not only was she on the ground in this absurd costume forced to play as a living sex toy for a repulsive man but so was Jean and at least they were having time and ability to get themselves some pleasure from it all. So while Jean’s link with her waned Emma took comfort that the dong was in her pussy and their two clits kept coming into contact providing her with waves of glorious pleasure and constant orgasms being allowed by her dear Master.

[Ororo?] Jean called out with a telepathic call through the complex. Specifically targeting her dear friend.

[Yes Jean] The reply was instant and filled with concern.

[Tell me that you are right when you told Rachel the process was done on all the X-Men]

[Yes I believe it to be so. Why?] Storm answered.

[Because Rachel is in such pain and suffering that I fear not only for her but for anyone with any link to the psychic plane. I think we have to act soon] Jean suggested.

[That would explain the rash of headaches around here] Ororo mused.

[With the process completed on all of us I know that my Master has been talking about a great parade that will be broadcast live to the audience of the world. I was going to make that our escape route but if you feel we need to act now…. Is she asking for it?] Ororo continued and asked.

[That’s the thing Ororo, she is in such a state of despair I can not talk to her. She is just sending out waves upon waves of anguish and terror through the psychic plane] Jean’s own anguish permeated through the link.

[I can attack now if you prefer Jean. I do not wish any harm to come to any of us but know that if Rachel wanted us to act and she is still able to communicate to you or even block you then she knows what she is doing and is not asking for help at the moment] Ororo reasoned.

Jean stopped her own worrying for a moment and thought about Storm’s reasoning and it made sense though every atom in her told her to burst through the entire complex to look for her daughter she had to trust her. If Rachel wasn’t screaming for help and action then she had to still have a bit of thought in her that she could deal with it and continue with the plan.

[You are right Ororo. As much as it pains me and inflicts pain on all other telepaths at the moment if she is in that much pain and still not calling for help then she must still think she can deal with it and I have to trust that she can] Jean admitted.

[I can think of no harsher lesson for a parent to learn my friend than to learn when not to help their child] Ororo’s strength and warmth for Jean and Rachel came through the link in a wave of compassion that only she could generate.

***

In the complex and down below in the cells and private chambers of the hound Master Ahab. Rachel was in her restraining stall. Sweat glistened off of her body even though the uniforms were calibrated to absorb and recycle all of her bodily fluids she was producing far too much at the moment for it to be fully effective. Her eyes were glazed over and her hair, stringy with sweat clung to her face and neck.

The object that so frightened her was held still in Ahab’s hands in front of her. He stood back about ten feet with it. An uncoiled electric whip that had been used on her for months before to torture her into submission was now being used on her for simply his own sadistic and perverted desires.

Rachel hadn’t said a word since he had brought it out and started to whip her with it. Her new uniform was designed to withstand much but not the kind of punishment that the whip could deal out. It lay around her in taters and managed to cling to her body in other areas but for all intents and purposes, it was no longer a viable piece of clothing if it ever were. Her breasts were exposed completly now.

The carefully sculpted marks in the uniform to give the impression of slashes long gone. Pieces of her flesh hung out from the taters of the costume with red welts and in some cases dripping blood from many of the wounds inflicted on her by the whip.

Ahab had been merciless for over an hour. Whipping her quickly and repeatedly until it was his own strength and endurance that prompted him to rest. Rachel’s mind was as glazed over as her eyes but she could feel her friends and family reaching out trying to understand what was going on but she dared not try and contact them. She had felt herself lose control and felt that scream echo out over the psychic plane. The pain and damage she would have caused with that one action alone were immeasurable and she didn’t want to risk another.

So she kept her mind closed and rejected any instance of anyone trying to contact her. She cut the link with Kitty that she knew was giving Kitty strength but she also knew she had none left to give anyways. The worst part was rejecting calls from her Mom. That caused her not only heartache but made her remember just how alone she had felt when she had come to this past. It was enough for her to cry but she would not allow herself to do that here and now in front of this vile man who had plagued her for years.

The whip landed against her upper exposed thigh, tearing a rip through her costume and eliciting a drop of blood. Ahab looked at her, straight in the eye. Her eyes were glassy but every time he did this she summoned the strength to clear her eyes at the very least and look at him. To stare him down and almost dare him to strike again. She wasn’t sure if this was apart of the programming or simply her being herself but it seemed to be exactly what he wanted, but those thoughts soon disappeared as the whipping continued again.

Strike after strike landed on her, exposing more and more of her flesh. Everything was exposed with really just taters and strips of the costume on her now. The hounds had gathered behind him. Watching him whip her.

This was something that, when she was able to look through her blurry vision, really tormented her. Seeing her friends with blank looking faces watching her being tortured was something she couldn’t quite describe in her mind. It was degrading for sure she thought but there was something beyond that, something she couldn't quite describe in her own mind.

Especially seeing very close friends like Kurt, Nightcrawler. She had had a brief romantic escapade with him and been under his command in Excalibur for quite sometime before that. His normally expressive and warming face filled with a calm madness that just stared at her.

Rachel knew from experience he would remember all of this when he as free. Knowing him he would torment himself with the images and the thoughts that he could have done something for years. With resolve Rachel knew she would be there to help him with it, knowing though that he would not immediately face up to it and would probably never want to talk to her about it.

There were other faces in the crowd too. Wolverine who after his break with Cyclops had asked her to come to his new school to teach. Initially, she had wanted to stay with her father and fight his way but she saw the value in teaching and found she was quite good at it and she had been able to spend more time living as opposed to fighting. She would be forever grateful to him for that opportunity but now the small little ball of rage and talent snarled at her from a distance.

Lash after lash tore into her flesh. If the suit was indeed stitched into her body like it had been felt like happening during the cocoon process then the damage to her body from the whipping would be extensive. So much so that combined with her earlier injuries Rachel was surprised she hadn’t passed out or screamed again into the psychic plane.

She could guess what she looked like, with her eyes glazed over, body racked with pain and cuts all over herself. But still, Rachel refused to cry out. She knew little pieces of her tortured soul were being let out into the astral plane and telepaths on the level of Emma and her Mom would be able to feel it but she didn’t think anyone else could. Even her brother Cable, who was now a hound and apart of the group watching as Ahab mercilessly whipped her. She was certain that he could not feel it in the astral plane, at least she hoped. When she looked at him all she saw was the baby that she had secretly watched over when he had come into the world. The pain and loathing she had felt for Scott when she discovered he had been sent into the future to learn how to deal with his virus. Learning her own history through him. Learning how she would one day found the clan Askini and help to teach him to overthrow Apocalypse.

When he looked back at her she saw nothing of the man who had ventured to the end of time to free her from a psychopath and the loving father who had taken Hope under his wing. With all of her might and even a little telepathic probing, she could not sense it.

Her own abilities were curtailed for a moment as Ahab changed his whipping target. He decided to focus on her chest for this round. There were cuts upon cuts on her chest. As Rachel was able to bend her head down and look she saw nothing but bright red bruises and swatches appearing on her body. A trickle of blood from some of the wounds making its way down from her breasts over her body, down her legs to the floor. A small pool of blood forming there.

Why she was being whipped like this she did not know. All she knew was her Master wanted to do it and her programming was fine with it. She wasn’t sure if her programming would allow her to die from his tortures but she was sure that she would never willingly submit to this man. Never again, she would rather die.

Rachel couldn’t help herself, she looked out again towards the hounds with her eyes clearing and tried to find some sense of soul in them. She knew better of course. It took a lot more than a helpless look even from family to break the hold on a hound but she wanted to see Cable. Just to look at him and know that when this was all over he too would regret his actions and she would be there no matter how difficult he would make it, she would be there to help him. To tell him this was not his fault.

The whipping stopped. The hounds still gathered around her stall. Ahab in the center coiled up the whip and placed it on his belt. He walked towards her, Rachel was slumped in her bonds. Eyes glazed completely over and her body reduced to a mere wreck.

“I didn’t like you in such a costume anyways” The Hound Master picked up a batch of the remains of Rachel’s costume. He threw it into her face. Rachel had no energy to react to it. The remains just bounced off of her and fell to the floor rejoining the other parts of her costume.

When Rachel had been in the cocoon process she had felt the costume permanently attached to her, almost like it had been weaved onto her like a second skin. For it to be whipped off, not that it was easy but so completely was a good sign for the rest of the X-Men.

Rachel pondered this while Ahab took a breast in each of his hands and fondled her so openly and roughly in front of his hounds that Rachel found herself blushing. Which in her mind was ludicrous because she imagined if she wasn’t restrained there was no way she would have the power to even stand up, let alone have the rush of blood required to blush. Plus, the blush was because her friends now hounds were looking and though they would remember it all at the end right now they could not tell the difference between her and any other captive anyway.

“You should be nude, in just a collar and matching restraints always. I wanted to see how the process would work on you and I wasn’t pleased with the suit design from the start. I hope you like being nude in front of all, my slave. It is your formal wear from now on.” Ahab laughed, pinched a nipple and slapped her pussy all within seconds of each other.

He turned his back on her and Rachel felt what was left of her energy leave her. Now without the impact and the pain being brought on, she felt it might be possible to open her mind again to her Mother and Kitty. Before she could do that though she drifted into unconsciousness.

***

The psychic screaming had stopped much to Emma and Jean’s thanks but their despair and concern for Rachel were etched into their own minds. There was a lingering taste in their minds for the pain that Rachel had just gone through.

Jean was sure the entire event will be played out through her mind for years to come. She couldn't imagine what it would be like for Rachel but she trusted that her daughter could deal with whatever was so tormenting her. Between her and Emma they had decided to ride out the psychic screams that Rachel was generating but Jean could tell that even Emma was having a hard time dealing with the raw emotional pain.

[Rachel was never shy about telling us what her future was like but she never shared images, never told many of us what our fates were in that future. You knew yours, the images she showed us albeit on accident. Where they what you imagined them to be like?] Emma asked.

The pair of them were currently back in the office of the Leader. He was not in the office at the moment. Busy making plans he had said before he had left them kneeling on the opposite sides of the desk chair. Like bookends of perverted libido, they were forced to kneel on guard for their Master to return. No matter how uncomfortable it was for them their programming would not let them out of position. So they knelt looking forward. Unable to see each other but knowing each was barely a few feet away.

[Not quite that graphic no, but I spoke to Kitty once. She said they had gone to Rachel’s future on one of their Excalibur adventures. Kitty said it was bleak and terrifying. So I could imagine from there….. why ask?] Jean sent back.

[It pains me to no end some of the mistakes in my life. I have made amends for most of them and settled debts with others. Made friends with long-time enemies like yourself. When you passed away….. to my shame I felt a relief that I could pursue Scott without what I believed to be his childlike adoration for you. So caught up in that that when Rachel joined us. Fresh from being sent through the timeline…. Again…. Having being rescued by Nathan and then concealed from all of us including you because she wanted to try a normal life, free of all of this nonsense. Being kidnapped again and forced into being someone's pawn and not knowing you had perished. When she came out of all of that you were gone. She was a young adult but angry and wanting nothing but some sort of guidance and there I was. A so-called teacher who was sharing a bed with her father in what she felt was barely moments after you had passed. She needed guidance and patience and I reacted to her outbursts initially with such disdain that even when we found a working relationship. I have always harbored a pang of guilt that I could have done more. Seeing those images and seeing what she does to just feel accepted and to feel as though she is of use. To have a family. Those images shook me] Emma confided.

Jean was silent for a long few minutes while she pondered this. One good thing about this whole situation, she had to admit, was it was bonding the X-Men together again after so much heartache and despair. Jean knew they would emerge from this stronger than ever before.

[We’ve had our differences for sure Emma. With everyone kind of getting caught between us at different times. Rachel being one of them. When she first came here I was so terrified that she represented a preordained destiny. I didn’t want anything to do with her. I pushed her away when all she wanted was some sort of family. In the future, she helps to save and raise Nathan. She brought me and Scott to the future to help raise him. She knew something long before we all did. The X-Men is a family and we take care of our own. Just like we will do now] Jean had just finished that thought when the Leader entered the office.

He took a moment to stop and look at the two of them kneeling on the floor. With a smile, he moved to his chair and sat.

“Play with yourselves slaves” He ordered. Grabbing hold of some papers on his desk and opening up his laptop.

“Yes Master” Jean responded.

“As you wish Master” Emma replied.

Jean, like Emma, had rested her hands on her thighs with her palms up as she had been instructed to do so when the Leader had left the office. She moved her hands from her thighs, with her knees spread in her current position she was able to easily access her more intimate parts.

Her fingers moved to her clit and started to trace a circle around it. Trying her best to refrain from any moaning she could hear on the other side of the desk Emma was beginning to moan a little but she was a little more under the control of the programming.

Jean had found in her brief time with the Leader that it was best under these circumstances to allow the programming to take hold of the actions and her emotions for the time needed to make the Master happy. So she let her mind slip into the programming and found that immediately she felt much better. At least on the surface.

Her fingers continued to trace along her clit, her arousal rising with each moment. Her other hand reaching up to play with her breasts and nipples while her head seemed to lean back a little and her eyes closed. She tried to block out the moaning and the breathing coming from Emma on the side of the desk but they were so erotic she had no choice but to keep them in mind as she worked on her own body. Jean had never done this before with anyone even Scott before coming into Genosha and now she found herself doing this almost every hour for the vile Leader. To her, this was a most intimate act and certainly not something she considered herself an expert in.

[Oh for heaven’s sake Jean get out of your own mind and just enjoy it. He’s not doing anything to us and if we do it properly we can get some pleasure out of this] Emma chided.

[I wasn’t aware you were still linked. Sorry, Emma. This is not natural to me] Jean admitted.

[A woman should always know what pleases her. Then it’s easier to direct the men on how to do it] There was a hint of truth to that but Jean also caught a wry smile from Emma’s tone. She laughed inside and proceeded to fall directly under the control of the programming to enjoy herself. Emma’s easy confidence in her sexuality had always been a little intimidating for Jean but she found it refreshing and comforting at the moment.

[Your practicality is a source of good fun Emma. Thanks]

[Just trying to help darling. He’s not going to let us cum anyways]

[Why do you say that?] Jean asked. A finger tracing over her erect nipple causing sensations of pleasure to ripple through her body.

[It’s what I would do] Emma’s thoughts on the matter weren’t dark they were filled with amusement and it was then that Jean remembered that Emma had a bit of a fetish for all of this to begin with.

[Are you enjoying yourself, Emma?]

[Not at all darling. I am normally on top] There was a wink there.

[But beyond that?]

[I’ll say you all look quite fetching in collars] Emma laughed and Jean felt a bit of a blush come to her cheeks.

[Emma sometimes you are downright overwhelming] Jean laughed in their minds.

[Oh Jean when we get out of this let me put on a perfect white diamond-encrusted collar around your neck. You will feel so absolutely divine] Emma half teased.

Jean was about to respond when the Leader reached out on his desk and hit a button embedded into it. There were a flashing light and a buzzing coming from it. Jean closed the link with Emma and tried to concentrate on what was happening in the office.

“Yes?’ He asked.

“They have arrived,” came a soft-spoken voice over an intercom.

Jean and Emma both turned their attention forward to look at the office door. It opened and a procession of people began walking in.

The first was the well-dressed form of the new Minister of State. He walked in a well-formed suit that really displayed the man's power and height. He held in his hand a leash that was draped over his shoulder.

Following behind him was Storm. Ororo Munroe was still in her new costume of a black matte collar and translucent suit. Her head was up and her look was one of vigilance. She was taking in everything in the room. When her eyes met Jean and then Emma there was a slight change in her face in recognition but beyond that, she kept silent and moved where she was told to by the Minister.

Behind him walked the man who had taken Paige Guthrie as his servant. Husk walked behind him in just her collar and leash which he roughly jerked forward and around causing her to pretty much leap about at his command instead of move with any grace. The look on the young woman's face was one full of disgust until she saw Emma and Jean. Still playing with themselves in full view of the arriving people, the young woman wanted to look away but each time her Master jerked on her leash she was pulled further forward into the room and forced to look at the two. A blush attempting to raise to her cheeks.

Jean looked at the young woman and noticed some lash marks on her chest that looked to be from a whip or some sort. There were also some marks along her backside Jean spotted when Paige was forced to jump around at his request to get into the office and behind the portly man. Too round and too spread out to be from a whip, Jean thought. They were bruises mostly likely caused by a palm. The poor girl had been most likely been spanked and Jean didn’t have to know the man to know that it was probably down with much enthusiasm and maybe even over his knee.

After those two had come through the door, a man Jean hadn’t seen before entered. Emma explained through the mind link quickly to expect Psylocke to come through after him on his leash and soon enough she did. Besty was not a happy looking woman. There were no physical marks on her to identify any mistreatment but the look and the emotions coming off of her made it clear that if she were in control Jean and Emma would have a fight on to make sure that she didn’t kill the man. The glare she gave the back of the man as he tugged on her leash to bring her further into the office was one full of malice and intent.

Jean found that interesting because when she was following her programming she was sure she would not be able to show any sign of outward complaint like that. The machines that were in the lab that they had all gone through were specially designed by the Genegineer and Kitty so perhaps this was one of the subtle differences in the programming between slaves. Betsy continued to glare at the backside of the man as she moved into the room.

Next and last through the door was the Genengineer and Kitty. Jean was disappointed not to see Rachel. With all of them arriving Jean’s hope for seeing her daughter had been going up in her mind without even realizing it. Now her concern for her daughter began to start again in earnest and with far more conviction.

[One worry at a time, darling,] Emma’s voice came into her mind.

[I closed the link Emma, stay out of my mind.]

[Don’t need the link to know what you are thinking. They could be late or they could be talking about the inevitable backstab. We should wait and see, listen and learn,] Emma rightly reasoned.

“Gentlemen welcome. I hope you are all enjoying your new slaves” The Leader laughed and the rest joined in.

The Genengineer, the last to arrive had Kitty close the door after them and then moved her in front of him before taking a central location at the end of the desk. Everyone else was spread around the room.

Jean and Emma hadn’t been told to stop playing with themselves so they were continuing to pleasure themselves. They also hadn’t been told if they could cum or not so they were not going to cum but they had been pleasuring themselves for quite some time and could orgasm within moments when given the order. The two of them were moaning in almost unison while the gathered elites watched. Smiles on all their faces as they watched the two beautiful mutants pleasure themselves in front of them all.

The slaves, Kitty, Psylocke, Husk, and Storm forced to watch their friends debase themselves. Jean was allowing the programming to guide her actions and couldn’t help but add her own moans and gyrations to Emma who had given in long before her.

Kitty locked eyes with Jean and Jean couldn’t help but feel ashamed even with her programming taking hold. Kitty was in her new costume with the so-called dress that didn’t even go down over the top of her pussy. It was more for decoration than anything, Jean remarked in her mind. Kitty looked tired and sore. Her pussy was red raw and when she turned around her ass was just as raw if not even redder. The Genengineer tugged softly on the leash connected to Kitty’s collar but not so soft that Kitty didn’t jerk with the action. She seemed tired and raw but otherwise alright.

In the look they exchanged was the unwritten question of if either had heard from Rachel and neither had. It was amazing that even without telepathy and words that so much could be communicated in just looks and body language thought Jean.

Her thoughts broke as her body seemed to get just that much closer to orgasm. Jean hadn’t done anything differently, it was just her body was continuing to strain against the idea of not being able to cum. It needed to at the moment but with her letting the programming take hold it would not allow her to cum. Frustrated with everything in her mind, she opened back up to Emma who had established a mind link with all the X-Men in the room.

[Welcome back Jean, done sulking?] Emma’s tone was one of mockery and concern.

[I am fine, thank you, Emma….. I don’t suppose anyone has heard from Rachel?] Jean knew the answer and knew they would have talked about it as one of the first things when they entered the room.

[Besides the wicked bad feedback a little while ago?……. No, sorry Jean,] Betsy’s voice entered Jean’s head. Her tone was framed with sadness, tinged with aggression that bordered on murderous.

[Have you heard anything more from her since then? She seemed to have cut off the link she had with me at the same time,] Kitty asked full of worry for her friend.

[Sadly no, Kitty,] Jean confirmed.

[I am concerned as everyone for Rachel but she can look after herself. Perhaps, for now, we should focus our attention on what is being discussed because I am already not happy] Emma interjected into the conversation.

“Where is Ahab?” The Leader asked.

The assembled elites in the room all shook their heads. The Leader reached down to the intercom in the desk and called through to his secretary demanding that she get Ahab on the line. There was a pause for a moment before there was an audible click and Ahab’s voice rang from the intercom.

“Yes Leader?” Ahab seemed to have his attention elsewhere. There were some grumblings in the background that Jean could not make out.

“I requested your presence over three hours ago” The Leader put enough into his tone to make it known he was not happy.

“Forgive me, my Leader. I was otherwise engaged” The voice of Ahab was still attentive to something else. There were some noises in the background but before the Leader could respond a scream echoed through the intercom from Ahab’s side of the connection.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The scream was deathly and ear-shattering so much so that the gang of elites in the room covered their ears. The X-Men who were collared and leashed listened for any hint of their friend in those screams.

Jean wasn’t sure if it was hope or blind emotion not wanting it to be Rachel but she was sure it wasn’t her. She could feel Emma at the back of her mind trying to get in and though she wanted desperately to listen to see if it was Rachel with those screams she knew Emma wouldn’t be trying to contact unless there was something important she needed to discuss right at that moment.

[Yes Emma?]

[Jean, open up to Rachel……..] Emma’s voice in her mind was an emotion she had never expected to hear from Emma. It was desperation.

[What do you mean I am listening for her right now?] Jean asked confused.

[Those screams…… they are Rachel….. She’s reaching out to you. She won't talk to me or Ms. Braddock] Emma explained.

[I don’t understand,] Jean said genuinely more confused.

[You know this Jean, your mind doesn’t want to believe that you are listening to your daughter being tortured] Emma was full of patience but there was a definite hint of being rushed behind it. Jean knew what Emma was saying was certainly possible so she broke her contact with Emma slightly and opened herself up fully into her powers and searched out and before she could truly look or listen anywhere the screams of her daughter echoed through her mind and through the room again as the Leader was saying something to Ahab still over the comlink.

[RACHEL!!!] Jean called.

[MOM!!] Rachel called. The call was powerful mixed with so much raw emotion Jean could not handle it all. She had to tone down her own presence. For her to process all the emotion coming from Rachel

[Mom please help!!] Rachel cried. There was desperation in her own voice.

[I will but Rachel narrow your presence or other telepaths will hear you] Jean warned.

[I am on a narrow band I only contacted Emma and Betsy because you weren’t answering] Rachel seemed annoyed that Jean thought she as giving them away.

[What can I do?] Jean asked.

[Don’t react when you see me. Tell Storm as well. Everyone else's reaction will be as their programming requires] Rachel pleaded.

[What do you mean?]

[Just promise me, Mom. I am…... but…… just promise me] Rachel seemed to have lost strength in the middle of that statement. Jean could barely make out the conversation that the Leader was having with the hound Master over the intercom but it appeared as if the Ahab would be appearing shortly enough for Jean to get her chance to see her daughter.

[I promise and I will tell Ororo as well….. Rachel, I can sense you are masking something terrible,] Jean probed.

[I am, Jean,] Rachel’s strength of mind returned and for the first time in quite some time, the fact that Rachel was using her name as opposed to Mom was startling to Jean. She hadn’t really registered just how accustomed to it and how much she liked being called Mom. Her concern jumped up another couple of notches.

[Remember who you are and what you are] Jean sent back. She wanted to take a hold of her and just protect her but Emma was right. Rachel had endured some truly evil things in her life and this was something that she hoped would be able to overcome.

[Trying to.] Rachel's strain was enough for Jean to cry if she wasn’t allowing the programming to continue to masturbate in front of all of these people while telepathically communicating.

[Why so much pain? You broadcast a scream over the psychic plane not too long ago,] Jean asked.

[You’ll see, he’s not even going to allow me to rest. I am coming to see you I think] Rachel’s link terminated as if she had fainted not like it would have been if she had willfully done so.

[Jean?] That was Emma coming into the void left by Rachel in her mind.

[Emma?]

[Jean, Have you paid attention?] Emma asked.

[No….. Rachel…. Something is wrong,] Jean managed to say. She was somehow gasping for breath within her own mind. It was a sensation that was new and very distressing.

[I’ll bring you up to date…. Let me link Kitty in…. she’s out of her mind in concern since me and Betsy told her Rachel was calling for you,] Emma said. There was a pause in the conversation while Jean felt like a little air was coming back into her breath. Still, an odd feeling because it was almost like a cloud over her mind.

[Jean?] That was Kitty coming into her mind. There was a concern and frustration in her voice that Jean hadn’t heard in Kitty since she was a child.

[Rachel says she is fine, Kitty,] Jean tried to console her friend.

[What do you think?] Emma interjected. Probably before Kitty could say anything a little more colorful.

[I think she is in tremendous pain and not just in the body but spiritually as well,] Jean admitted.

[Screw it. I am triggering my failsafe and I am getting Rachel out of there,] Kitty stated with all the strength of the natural leader they all knew she would be and had grown into.

[Kitten I am sure your failsafe is a good one but I don’t see Jean and Ororo rushing off just yet] Emma pointed out.

[So?] Kitty returned.

[There is a plan, Kitty,] Jean said. Trying to emphasize that it was close but they weren’t ready to pull it off at the moment.

[Remember we can’t divulge anything] Jean warned.

[Rachel is in trouble and if that cry is half as bad as Betsy and Emma were saying then she needs us to know. She’s my friend, I’ll go help.] Kitty was insistent.

[She is my daughter, Kitty. Trust me she is okay.] Jean was trying to be patient with Kitty but her own concern was being amplified up because of Kitty’s concern.

[She was my friend and teammate when you wouldn’t have anything to do with her. I watched and listened when all she wanted was acceptance and some love and you threw it in her face,] Kitty said and then immediately Jean felt regret through the link for saying it. It did not stop Jean’s own emotions and anger rising from it though.

[Shall we go over all the mistakes of the past Kitty?] Jean’s rage was barely controlled. In the mindscape where they spoke her aura flared with the Phoenix raptor manifesting.

[No, you’re right. I regretted saying that as soon as I said it…. I am just so worried, Jean,] Kitty managed to say while holding back imaginary tears.

[It’s okay Kitty, I am sure it’s been on your mind for a while and I appreciate it….. all of it. Looking out for her and being her friend when I wasn’t willing or around. Then wanting to tell me off for taking my time getting to where you thought and where I should have been all along which was with my daughter. So trust me when I tell you that it is not time yet. Rachel is coming here and we will see how she is then but I think what you and the rest of the so-called slaves in this room have heard is far more important than my own family drama. So please you or Emma tell me what is going on,] Jean knew Kitty needed to say it and just as much Jean needed to say that as well.

[Well put, Jean,] Emma slid back into the conversation.

[You tell her Emma, I need to kind of cool myself down here]

[Wise of you Kitty] Emma said.

[Thank you, Kitty…. I mean it] Jean repeated.

[So where to start? They did their usual pleasantries of course….]

[Emma….] Jean stated.

[Oh fine. They are waiting on Ahab to arrive at the moment. They are planning a victory day parade. Yes, the defeat of the X-Men has been proclaimed a national holiday so that all may attend a parade. I imagine you can think of who the honored guest are?]

[Us] Jean said grimly.

[Precisely my dear Jean. All of us captured X-Men are to be marched in the streets like some sort of Roman generals triumph back into the homeland. I imagine there will be games and much entertainment] The sneer from Emma was visible even in her mind but there was a hint as well of amusement.

[Well, I am sure World leaders will condemn it and demand our immediate release] Jean said with a deadpan that she could only have learned from Logan.

[Sarcasm doesn’t become you, Jean but in this instance, I am afraid it sums it up quite nicely. So if you do have a plan I would prefer it to take place before I am paraded around like a trophy……. On international television at least…… again] Emma’s thoughts turned cold-blooded and then matured into calculated logical reasoning.

[Course with all of those people and all of us together… we may have to remind them why we filthy mutants keep sticking around,] Emma continued. Jean inwardly smiled. She didn’t want to give too much away but Emma was on the right track there. Ororo and Jean had rightly theorized that such an event would take place and were, in fact, counting on it.

[You always did like to make an entrance, Emma,] Jean mocked.

[Of course…. First impressions are everything,] Emma responded with her customary wit and cold hard humor.

***

The gathered group in the office were talking about nonsense and petty infighting among the other Ministers and heads of industry that really didn’t concern Jean. She let Emma and Betsy pick up all the chatter for anything that could be used in the future. Her mind and she knew from subtle shifts of her telepathy Kitty’s mind as well focused on Rachel.

For Kitty, it was exceptionally hard because she hadn’t felt the scream in the astral plane so her imagination was no doubt running wild. While Jean would love to put her mind at ease, hers was far from it and she needed her wits about her for the coming hours and days.

There was a buzz on the intercom and Jean heard the person on the other side say that Ahab was here. Jean had decided not to send a message to Ororo so that her reactions were completely normal. Jean had imagined quite a few things in her mind in the brief time it had taken for Ahab to arrive and now as the door opened Jean’s heart and mind sank to depths not seen in years.

Ahab walked in with a triumphant and self-satisfied smile on his face. There were three hounds who looked like they were about to follow him into the office but then stayed. Over his shoulder, the leash went. It was connected to Rachel who came walking into the office. She was completely white except for the bruises that littered her body and the streaks of red blood dripping and dried in some locations. She was nude except for the collar. When she had come out of the machine she had an outfit but it was gone now.

When Jean looked a little closer there were still little hints of it as if the stitching at those points was so intertwined with the skin it just would not be torn away. There was blood everywhere. All in tight little lashes that indicated a whipping. Jean’s blood boiled and judging by the looks and feelings from all the other X-Men in the room theirs was no better.

It wasn’t so much Rachel’s body that he tugged in on the leash. She tumbled forward with barely any energy. No, her body could recover but it was the look on her face and feelings she was getting from her that concerned Jean. Nothing was coming from her. It was almost like she was being small like she had taught Jean back in the Morlock tunnels but combined with the blank expressionless face Jean truly wondered if anything was going on in Rachel’s mind or had she simply shut down. Jean looked around to her fellow X-Men, as they looked at Rachel their expressions didn’t change but there was a shrinking in their psyches.

[Jean, you have to link with Rachel. I don’t think she will survive,] Emma’s words in Jean’s minds were stark but they were no less then what Jean was thinking as well.

[I’ll try Emma but she is dark at the moment. I can’t sense anything off of her. Can you?] Jean asked.

Emma withdrew from their connection for a moment while she probed Rachel and then returned.

[No, there is something there though. She’ll talk to you with her last ounce of strength. Try Jean….. that poor girl has been through enough] Emma’s concern was all too real and touching.

[I’ll try] Jean said. Reaching out with her senses she touched Rachel and felt a slight stirring. Again and again, as if she was budging her from a deep sleep Jean would poke her mind just to try and get something out of her. Jean could feel Rachel was changing and waking up within herself but just a little with each poke. One last one and Rachel’s mind came awake. Not strongly at all but at least she was still with them all.

[Forgive……..me…...if I…...don…...don’t…………. speak……. much] Rachel sent through to Jean. With just barely enough strength to form the connection.

[Rachel….. you look horrible….]

[Thanks Mom…… you ….. look…… frustrated] Rachel barely managed to say but there was a hint of amusement in her tone that gave Jean hope.

[Oh god I am sorry you have to see this] Jean was all of the sudden quite aware that she was still playing with herself in the office while everyone, now including her daughter, watched her. So close to cumming but never able to until relieved. Acutely aware of Rachel’s comment that she was so close to cumming. Her fingers continuing to play with her clit and her breasts with an almost reckless abandon that was only livable because she could retreat into her mind like this.

[Rachel????] That was the concerned voice of Kitty that Jean was linking in. Not really wanting to talk about how she was pleasuring herself in front of all in this room Jean was sure Kitty would want to talk to Rachel anyways and needed the distraction for a moment.

[Hey…...Kitty,] Rachel replied slowly and wearily.

[My god. Please tell me you are okay] Kitty asked.

[I….. don’t…..know] Rachel honestly replied.

[What did he do?] Kitty asked and though Jean didn’t want to know she equally wanted to know.

[Everything from the past and some new things,] Rachel said with an increasingly smaller voice.

In the office, Rachel and Ahab had taken up a position to the side of the Leader behind the desk. On Jean’s side. When she thought about it she didn’t know if that was on purpose or not but Jean suspected it was.

Rachel was told to stand on her shaky legs and be quiet and still. Quiet was easy for the woman who looked only a hairbreadth away from death but still was not something she could not do. So drained of energy she swayed in the breeze of the air conditioning pumping through the room. Jean looked around and saw that though she and Emma were still masturbating in front of everyone.

The rest of the so-called elite in the room had begun to show their power over their respectful charges. Ororo was on her knees licking the Minister of States shoes. Paige was being felt up from behind by her owner. Kitty was on her knees being told to fondle the Genengineer cock through his pants. In retrospect, it was only Rachel who was not being made to do any action that was degrading except that she was nude and quite clearly in distress.

[Kitty, I need to speak to Rachel in private for a moment. I am just going to cut off the link but I will establish it back soon okay] Jean said in the mind link.

[No problem….. stay strong Rachel,] Kitty called out before Jena cut the link.

[She loves you very much…. Pretty much told me to go to hell because I wasn’t busting through the complex to get to you] Jean stated to Rachel about Kitty.

[Always….. there….for...me] Rachel replied. Jean could sense she was losing strength.

[I can offer some strength Rachel. Just give the word] Jean was desperate to help but would not do it without permission.

[No….most….give….impression…..weak] Rachel replied.

[Honey you are weak. Much more of this and you won't survive] Jean warned.

[I know……have to…..see….it….through…..I…..will do….my part]

[I have no doubt of that but right now if you did anything I am afraid you won't make it back. Just a little strength] Jean offered.

[No….telepaths…..he has…..Nathan probing me….. constantly….have to…..be real…..or he will suspect.... I can.... mask my ability..... not strong enough.....to mask others] Rachel reasoned quite painfully. It came through Jean’s mind that the entire effort to just talk to Jean was taking up entirely too much effort.

[Ok, I’ll link us with the rest of the group if you want or you can just be still and try and rest] Jean hoped she would opt for the rest.

[I know my part…...I'll be ready…..rest now….tell Kitty….tell………...] Jean got the sense Rachel wanted to say more but her strength was truly waning.

[Rachel?] Jean asked suddenly afraid she may have lost her daughter. She looked with an eye in the physical world to see that she was still standing. Swaying in the circulated air of the office. Rachel looked no better than before but at least she seemed to still be there.

[Tell Dad, Nathan….. everyone…..I love…..them] Rachel’s mind flared into the link one last time with the words and then disconnected without Jean being able to say anything more. Jean was left with a feeling of loss that made her feel numb. She couldn’t help but think Rachel was preparing to die.

***

The gathering of the elites in the office was coming to an end. They had discussed what they were there for. Their parade would take place very soon and they had all the preparations to make but they were all perverts to the very last and so when they had concluded their business, Jean, Emma, Kitty and Ororo were left behind with their respective Masters in the office.

Paige had been led away and Rachel was taken away with Kitty crying in the psychic link trying to get through to her but Rachel was either unwilling or unable to respond. With a smile that bordered on outright insanity, Ahab had dragged the barely conscious Rachel back out of the office. The poor young woman stumbling behind him as he tugged visciouly on the leash.

The four of them were left on the floor. Kneeling in pairs faced against each other. Jean and Emma faced against Kitty and Ororo. Right in the middle of the office, the four of them were on the ground forced to look at each other, no more than five feet away from their friends.

The Leader had come up with the idea, the others had loved it right away and gave their permission. Jean and Emma were still playing with themselves, never being told to stop while Kitty and Ororo were forced to watch much more intimately. The Leader was just returning from no doubt his dungeon, Jean speculated when she saw what he held.

In his hands, he held what looked to be a series of clamps and chains. A quick count counted eight clamps with chains connecting them. He also held separate chains in his hands as well. Jean didn’t like where this was going. Eight clamps and she knew what there were eight of here.

He didn’t waste any time proving her thoughts right. He and his associates worked on their slaves. Clamps were placed on every woman's breast in that office. Each pair of clamps had a chain that connected them. The assembled Masters didn’t connect each pair to a heroine. Instead, the Leader showed them what he had in mind. He took hold of Jean’s left breast and attached the painful clamp to her nipple. Jean was bracing for the right nipple to be clamped but saw that the Leader took the end of the chain with the other attached clamp and moved across.

It was Kitty who was directly across from her. The Leader attached the other end of the chain to Kitty’s right breast. Connecting the two women in extreme agony with pain from the clamps. He then did the same with Jean’s right and Kitty’s left nipple.

The rest of them got the hint. With Emma and Ororo to connect they each took turns with a breast and nipple, fondling them and whispering rude things in their ears as they were similarly attached.

Now the women found with each movement they made they would send shivers of pain through their bodies and that of the woman they were attached to on the other side. The chains that connected them were barely enough to have reached the other so they found themselves with a very tight line of chain connecting them. Without orders to move closer, they had to slightly stoop down to make sure they remained connected. While trying to relieve some of the stress on their clamped nipples.

For Jean, the pain was unbearable and judging by the look on the other three faces she was sure they felt the same, though Ororo and Emma always seemed to be a little more dignified in their humiliations then anyone else. Kitty was doing her best not to show anything but Jean could tell with just an opening of her senses that Kitty was not enjoying herself. The strain was clear on her face as Jean was sure the strain was on hers as well.

The Leader and his cronies left the office for a moment. When they came back each had a vibrator in their hand. The Leader had two. The Genengineer eagerly bent down towards Kitty making sure to avoid the chains from the clamps and placed the vibrator directly on her clit. It wasn’t turned on yet but Kitty jumped from the feel of it, causing the chains to jump.

Jean felt the chains jump and cringed at the pain they delivered. Kitty mouthed an apology while the Genengineer adjusted the vibe on her. The Minister was also bending down and doing the same with Ororo who did not move as the vibe was placed directly on her clit but the look on her face told Jean that if she could, a bolt of lightning would have struck the man at that very moment.

The Leader bent down next to Emma with one vibe in his hand and proceeded to do the same. Placing it directly on her clit that was already overstimulated from the masturbating that had only been stopped as the Leader bent down to place the vibe. Jean knew she was next and soon enough she had a vibe on her clit as well. All of them were plugged in and the Leader and his two fellow perverts loomed over them.

“Now we have all agreed that this is a game we would like to see. The last one to cum will get a break from our exercises and stimulations for a day. However, the game goes like this: the first one to cum will receive a punishment, as will the second and third. The punishments will decrease in intensity the higher you finish. Now I am aware my two slaves may be at a disadvantage here because of their earlier actions but I will remind them that that is no excuse because I can and will punish outside of the game as well. Do you understand, my slaves?” The Leader dictated.

“Yes Master,” Emma said through clenched teeth.

“Yes Master,” Jean replied after with as much subservience as she could manage in her voice.

[Jean.] That was Emma coming back into her mind.

[Yes Emma?]

[Let Kitty win…. I don’t know if you can but if you have the ability at the moment. Dampen her pleasure centers enough for her to win]

[Why?] Jean felt bad for asking but she was curious why Emma felt the need to say it.

[Look at her Jean, she is not well and she is worried for her friend. Not to mention she has been almost nonstop since she was captured before any of us building the very machines that were used to enslave all of us. That must be playing on her conscience and now with Rachel….. she needs rest. We will reach out to her afterwards and tell her as much] Emma stipulated. It made sense to Jean who agreed shortly after.

[Not saying I can do it Emma but it’s a good idea] Jean replied

[I understand,] Emma replied

[Ro’?] Jean called.

[Yes Jean]

[I am going to dampen Kitty’s pleasure center and allow her to win this grotesque game. Are you alright with that?] Jean asked knowing what the answer would be as Ororo counted Kitty as close to a sister as anyone else in her life.

[I was going to do my best to make sure that very thing happened. She needs a rest poor child]

[That is Emma and I’s thoughts as well. I didn’t tell Emma if I could do it or not but I am going to do so]

[Don’t tell Kitty and Jean…….] Ororo said.

[Yes Ro’?]

[I don’t want to lose cheaply or easily….. can you dull my senses a bit….. I don’t want this vile creature who wishes me to call him Master to win so easily]

Jean inwardly chuckled and knew that she was probably going to do the same to herself.

[I can understand that. Consider it done] Jean confirmed.

It was the Minister of state who got it started. He turned on the vibe resting on Storm’s clit. Followed quickly by The Leader on Emma and Jean and then the Engineer on Kitty. Jean was in Kitty’s mind right from the onset without her knowing. She turned down the pleasure centers a bit and then felt the slight confusion from Kitty as she knew she should have been a little more excited than she actually was.

A little preoccupied with Kitty, Jean was thankful for the momentary distraction that when she did center on herself for a moment she found that her clit was already so sensitive from everything today that she was fast approaching an orgasm already. Grateful for the distraction again she reached into Ororo’s mind and turned her senses down a little. Jean looked up in the physical world and saw a slight nod for Ororo in thanks that only she picked up.

“I guarantee my slaves will outlast yours” The Leader boasted. Jean cringed inwardly because she knew he was going to be upset when it was Kitty who won. Looking to her side she saw that Emma had closed her eyes in an effort to concentrate on avoiding to cum. Jean wanted to help her but she couldn’t let Emma know just the extent of powers available to her yet.

“Your slaves will be the first out, My Leader…. They are already all worked up,” The Minister of State chuckled as he looked at their sweaty bodies. Jean and Emma did indeed look far more advanced and along then Kitty and Storm.

The Leader leaned in between the two of them, forcing Emma and Jean to look up at him. They tried their best not to move the chains much to limit the pain to Ororo and Kitty. The Leader looked with a sneer that turned into a smile.

“I am sure they will make me happy” The threat was not needed in his tone but it made it clear to them all that there would be consequences for failure.

The vibrator on her clit was set on high. At least she hoped it was high because Jean knew she was close to cumming. By her own reckoning, it had to have only been a couple of minutes at least. She knew she was in trouble. Her thighs and her hips were moving in sync with the vibrations emanating from her pussy.

Jean was trying with all her might to stop herself from moving in time with the dastardly thing but she couldn’t help herself. Her body was still needy from all the teasing from before. To her side, Emma was doing her best as well but without the ability to soften her pleasure centers Jean could see she was going to cum and she was going to cum very soon. In front of her, Kitty was doing her best and combined with Jean’s subtle help she seemed to be the furthest away from cumming which had a wide smile on her master’s face.

“MMMMMMM” The moaning was starting up with Emma leading the way. Ororo joined in shortly after trying her best not to but it came out of her lips anyways. Jean couldn’t help herself either and started to moan. Kitty, on the other hand, was keeping her mouth shut and her mind was curious as to why she wasn’t feeling all the sensations she knew she should be. Her eyes were alternating between open and closed as she fought her own internal battle against the pleasures.

Jean’s moans started up without her even being aware that they were about to come out of her own mouth before they escaped. Her own passions building and building to the inevitable outcome. She was just really trying to put on a good long show so that perhaps her Master would not punish her too harshly when she lost.

Emma seemed to be lost in her own little world as she too tried to battle the approaching climax. Moaning increasing between the three of them were joined shortly after by Kitty’s first rumblings. The chains from their nipple clamps began to dance between all four of them. Trying with all their might to stop themselves from coming it was Emma who first started to buck her hips somewhat wildly for a brief moment to cause the nipple clamps to shake between her and Ororo.

The sudden onslaught of pain for Emma and indeed for Ororo seemed to calm them for a moment. Jean looked to her friends and smiled, of course, Emma would know a couple of ways to prolong herself. Her own body was getting very hot and beads of sweat began to form along her forehead and along her body, over and above her already glistening sweat covered body. Across from her, Kitty looked puzzled. Jean gave her a slight smile that she hoped conveyed that all was well. Keeping her, Ororo and Kitty’s pleasure centers dulled while in this kind of torture was beginning to be a bit of a strain. Their bodies interlinked because of the nipple clamps each time one had to move sharply to avoid an orgasm the other received a startling amount of pain.

Jean was thankful Kitty seemed to be approaching her orgasm with a lot less speed than the rest of them. Emma and Ororo were now pretty close to thrashing about on their knees. The chains between them were in constant motion causing ripples of pain through them both but it was no longer holding back the coming orgasms. Sweat dripped off of them as their moans filled the room. It was only a question now of which one would cum first.

Jean wasn’t that far behind she had to admit to herself. All of the stimulation of the past couple of days probably equaled in total the number of kinky things she had ever done or even thought of doing in her entire life. The effect was her body was becoming more and more used to the sensations and more and more craving for them. As was her mind.

Despite it all, Jean knew she was loving the experience of just being a sexual plaything. It was oddly freeing in a way that Jean really didn’t want to think more about. Judging by the looks in the women’s faces around her too she knew they were experiencing similar thoughts.

“MMMMMMMM” Kitty’s moaning was increasing. The added voice in the chorus of moans was delightful to all of the men in the room. Jean tried to adjust her position to get the vibrator off of her clit a little but found that as soon as she tried to move away from it the chains connecting her and Kitty felt like they were going to pull her nipple off. Looking over at the Leader his face made it certain that she would be punished quite severely if she moved off of the vibrator.

For a moment, it occurred to her that perhaps she should be punished as some sort of penance to allow what had happened to Rachel but she dismissed it and focused on dampening Kitty’s pleasure centers. Not to mention her own and Ororo’s. Emma was so close and trying so hard Jean reached out briefly and just dampened her senses subtly. She hoped enough that it would be enough to at least to prolong it for their Master but also not enough that Emma would have realized in her state what Jean could do. She formed a mind link with all of them.

[I’m going to cum, Ororo,] Jean sent out in the mind link

[As am I,] Ororo responded.

[I am too,] Emma chimed in.

[How come I can last a little longer?] Kitty replied. She sounded amused and embarrassed.

[Me and Jean have been doing this all day, darling. I can’t speak for Storm,] Emma stated.

[Shall I say that I would rather deal with whatever these monsters have in store for us as punishments then win this so-called contest,] Ororo replied.

[Great…… oh no that means you guys are going to lose and be punished] Kitty realized.

[That may be true Kitty but we can take it. Or just cum now if you want,] Jean teased.

[Ha I think I’ll win and then lord it over you all for the rest of our lives,] Kitty amused tone said.

[Let us hope we have a long life, Kitten,] Emma said.

Emma in the physical world began to buck her hips more wildly then she had been doing. Causing Ororo some concern. She asked Emma to calm down through the link but Emma replied that she could not.

The three Masters stood around with smiles on their faces though the Leaders smile was turning into a sneer of pure anger. Realizing that one of his slaves was about to be the first to cum and earn the harshest punishment. He was quite certain he would be punishing her even further as well. Emma’s moans became wilder and louder before her entire body shuddered in bliss. The orgasm rocking her body she cried out in pleasure. Ororo screamed as the nipple clamps bite into her. With all of Emma’s thrashing about, she had caused Ororo so much pain.

[Emmmaaaaa stopppp!!] Storm cried but Emma was not having any of it as she came. Her ears were closed but Jean got the sense of shame and apology from her that she relied on Ororo which stopped her pleading but not her own moaning and cries from the pain.

“Oh my little Queen whore I thought you would be the winner and you have cum first. Your punishment will not do you good at all” The Leader warned. He reached down and with rough hands and no sense of gentleness, ripped the clamps from Emma’s nipples, causing her to scream in pain and Ororo to do the same as the weight was added onto her clamps for a brief moment before they settled on the ground.

“Up!!” The Leader cried as he took her leash which had been dangling between her breasts and pulled her up to her feet with such force and power Jean thought it might have broken Emma’s neck. The wild flapping of her eyes let Jean know that she was still with them.

The Leader ignored the three remaining contestants of the game and half dragged Emma towards back towards his desk. He reached behind and removed a tablet which he positioned on the desk. With a tight grip on her leash in one hand, he used his other hand to do something on the tablet.

Jean couldn’t see much of anything from where she was except she began to hear sounds. It sounded like some sort of suctioning noise. Something else began to replace that noise. It was still there but it was fading into the background. Now there was moaning but not like the three of them. These were the distressed moans of a different nature. There were far more than a couple of them too. There were many voices in those moans.

[Emma? You okay?] Jean sent through.

There was a pause while Jean and Emma reestablished the connection. When it was reestablished Jean felt a horror coming from Emma and a helplessness that she knew Emma found completely unacceptable in herself.

[Jean!! the images on the screen…… I know where our people are] Emma seemed as distressed as Jean had ever heard her.

Emma could have described it to her but Jean asked for and was granted the ability to look through Emma’s eyes. What she saw were stalls upon stalls filled with her friends. All female X-Men. Locked into stalls with suctioning devices on their breasts and on their pussies as well. No, as Emma looked closer it wasn’t a suctioning device on their bottom but there was some sort of tube and metallic bikini like device. There was a feeding tube as well going into them. They all looked distressed but the size of the tablet and the video was not the greatest quality.

“Attention slaves of Genosha,” The Leader said towards the tablet. It was hazy on the screen but through Emma, Jean could see that some of her friends turned their heads slightly towards the screen. There must be a screen wherever they are.

“Your former headmistress and now my slave has disappointed me. So you will bear witness to her punishment” The Leader stipulated through the tablet. There was barely any movement from the women in the stalls on the video feed but Jean and Emma knew this was more to humiliate Emma then anything else.

[Jean….. let me bear this on my own,] Emma requested.

[Of course,] Jean responded.

The Leader reached in behind the desk once more. Jean again from her vantage point could not see anything. She did hear him take something out of a drawer and then plug something in.

“I bet you didn’t know I was a tattoo artist in a former life,” The Leader openly mused.

“Kneel, knees spread on the desk slave.”

“Yes Master,” Emma responded.

Emma jumped up on the desk. Becoming acutely aware that at least her face was now out of the view of the tiny camera on the tablet but her pussy was now fully exposed to all. The Leader reached over from behind her and cupped a breast with a free hand while he moved to the side of her. Jean could see now what he held in his hand. It was a tattoo gun. Jean had never felt the need to get one herself but of course, had met many who had them and been in a few places.

She knew to Emma the permanent marking of her skin was going to be a very repugnant thing. Jean was happy that she hadn’t cum first but felt shame for not dimming Emma’s pleasure centers as she had done with the rest. The Leader produced a paper template thing that Jean couldn’t see the details of but he placed it against Emma’s pubic mound. It seemed to adhere to her and form a sort of second skin for a moment. There were words cut out of it in order to be used to tattoo on to Emma but Jean could not see and did not want to send to Emma a request because she had made it clear she wanted to observe this humiliation alone for the moment.

Emma looked over at Jean. She could see in Jean’s eyes when they weren’t closed from the sensations from the vibrator on her clit that she was concerned for her. Emma knew she was going to be okay but as the Leader bent around with the tattoo gun, Emma’s first thoughts were all about how she had spent years perfecting her body and her image and this vile man was about to debase her yet again in a way that she would have to repay him for.

The placing of the template on her pussy mound let her know exactly what he was intending on putting on her and she was furious with it. There was absolutely no creativity in the man if this was the only thing he could come up with.

The template was for the word ‘slut’. If it wasn’t so obnoxiously boring Emma would have been somewhat fine with it she supposed, but for her, it just spoke to the type of man he was. He took a swab and cleaned the area before he went to work.

Emma looked down on the tablet and could see that her pussy was visibly being tattooed on the screen. Everyone in the stalls would be able to watch. Her entire body seemed to tense up the closer the gun was to her skin but she had no choice but to obey and to remain kneeling while he tattooed such a vulgar yet unimaginative word on her. His face was only a couple of inches away from her mound so she was sure the screen in the holding room wherever it was was only showing the back of his head at the moment.

When he finally moved away and the sensation of the prickles against her skin subsided he used a couple of swabs to bloat away some ink and blood. After that, like a magician revealing a great trick, he turned her towards the screen so that the word was the only thing seen. The moaning and the suctioning coming from the area where the X-Men women were being held was for a moment silent except for the insistent hissing of the suction pumps. A couple of weeps could be held from somewhere in there but beyond that, there was nothing more done or heard.

This was all for her benefit anyway, thought Emma. Those poor souls had their own problems to deal with at the moment. This was her humiliation to bare. For a few minutes, he just left the tablet screen there and had her on display to those on the other end. Until he had her jump down from the desk and had her walk towards were the three remaining women in the contest were still agonizingly avoiding their own orgasms.

Ororo was probably just a tad closer to orgasm then Jean was with Kitty some distance behind. The bewilderment still in her mind every time Jean touched on her to make sure she was alright. The Genengineer had a smirk of pure and utter victory on his face.

Jean knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long and also knew that Emma was going to be tortured again after this was all done. She felt a sense of failure for not dampening her senses like the others so Jean thought that their Master deserved to be humbled. The pleasure centers of herself that she had been suppressing she took off and allowed the vibrations to overcome her.

The Leader took in the change in Jean’s moaning and energy. He immediately went to her side warning punishment if she were to cum but Jean really didn’t care at the moment. Two things were running through her mind and that was her concern for Rachel and the other was to cum; damn the consequence or even perhaps because of them.

Feeling she needed to be punished for not helping Emma, his words went in and out without her truly registering them. Her hips began to grind down further on the attached vibe to her clit. The Leader was screaming in her ear telling her not to cum but Jean had made her mind up and she was close to over the edge anyways. Hips shaking Jean had to admit she was going to enjoy the orgasm. It had been long coming today.

“OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!….. MMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!” Jean's orgasm exploded. Running through her body it was so intense she momentarily lost her connection with Storm and Kitty. The effect was instantaneous with Ororo. Her own moans and screams of ecstasy joining Jean’s only seconds afterwards. Jean could hear from just across. Her eyes were shut while she experienced her own shattering orgasm but the screams of the Goddess were far too much to ignore.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Ororo cried. Coming on the vibrator over and over again. Jean managed to open her eyes enough to see that Ororo was bucking wildly on the vibe trying to get as much pleasure as possible. Jean looked over to Kitty and saw that she was now approaching her own orgasm but the Genengineer was fast approaching with his smile incredibly even wider than before.

“You have won my slave pet” The Engineer claimed. The Leader meanwhile eyed Jean with an air of murderous intenet that Jean really didn’t care about at the moment. Jean’s eyes opened widely now as she as coming down from the orgasm high. She looked over towards Kitty and the engineer was almost lovingly, passionately caressing her like he would a pet.

To her dismay, Jean could tell that Kitty was programmed to like it as she leaned into it like an affectionate cat. Looking over towards Storm Jean could see Ororo was coming down from her high as well. Her hips still shuddered involuntarily. The vibrators had been turned off in disgust by The Leader right after Storm had cum. Leaving Kitty very frustrated.

“You will be punished now slave” The Leader took hold of her dangling leash. He pulled her roughly to her feet. Jean knew how Emma must have felt earlier. The Leader was without mercy as he jerked her to her feet causing her to struggle for breath against the choking of the collar. Dragged back towards the desk and Emma, Jean wondered if she was about to get the same treatment. Emma was still on the desk with her pussy in clear view of the camera.

Approaching the front of the desk Jean was told to stand off to the side and away from Emma. Almost in the corner of the office. He held the end of the leash while he retrieved some rope from the desk drawer. Jean hadn’t had a chance to look in this area of the office too much and when she did she knew why. It was completely bare except for a potted plant in the actual corner.

Above her though, was an eyelet and a pulley on the opposite wall with a rope connected to and through the eyelet. Jean’s stomach sank at the possibility. She and Emma had been suspended earlier in the dungeon and it was an excruciating experience. The Leader returned with the rope and began to wrap it above and below her breast and then cinched it in between, causing Jean’s breasts to be thrust out, framed by the rope.

He then moved down and looped the rope around her waist. From the center of that rope, he ran another line of rope down in between her legs, directly through her pussy. Separating her pussy lips with the coarse rope. That line of rope was tied off in what seemed to be never-ending loops at the back of the waist rope he had tied.

Then he went to work on her legs and feet. Tying them in bundles of rope before her legs were tied together and a loose rope was looped and linked at her ankle area and went up towards the rope on her waist. Behind her, it connected but it was so loose, bundles of it just collected on the floor.

Meanwhile Jean could see Ororo had been removed from her kneeling position and currently was spread over the Minister of State’s knees in preparation for a spanking. The glee radiating from him told her just how much he was looking forward to it.

Kitty was still kneeling being lovingly petted by her Master. She was begging to be allowed to cum but he was not allowing anything at the moment. Promising that she would be able to cum as much and often as she liked when she got her reward of time and rest. For now, though his order for her not to cum would not be lifted. Kitty pleaded again and again before he slapped her breast in warning exclaiming that he could just as easily take the reward away. Kitty remained silent after that while he pawed at her body. Jean’s heart went out to her friend.

The Leader wasn’t done with Jean, however. The loose and bundled rope was doubled up and threaded through the pulled and threaded up to the eyelet. Jean felt her legs coming out from under her and soon she was in the air. The rope hanging down from the eyelet. It was pulled tight so that her legs came right back almost forcing her to touch her back with her own feet. The position as terribly painful. Her head and chest dangled down at an angle that was going to cause her some pain as well.

The Leader already moving to solve that. He looped more rope on the ropes at her chest at her back. Pulling them up to the rope hanging from the ceiling, he twisted it around and then tied it off. This forced her body upwards and into an arch that was altogether no more comfortable than before but it had the effect of placing her chest on display. She began to swing in the air until he tied more rope from her legs down to an eyelet on the floor that Jean hadn’t seen. It served to anchor her. The Leader walked away and Jean thought perhaps he was done. He crossed the space of the office and left the room for a moment.

When he returned he wheeled in a fan-like device that was large. About twenty inches in diameter but it wasn’t a fan. It was a lamp. Wheeling it closer Jean realized it was a heat lamp. Her chest being on display no completely terrified her. The Leader wheeled it up to her and plugged it in directly in front and below her chest.

The heat lamp was switched on and Jean felt and saw the heat directly on her already sensitive nipples from the clamps. This was a torture designed to torture over hours. The Leader looked down at her and sneered.

“Will you disappoint me again slave?” He asked.

“No Master,” Jean answered dutifully.

“Good girl. You will remain like that for as long as I desire” The Leader left her there with the heat lamp burning away. Jean could feel that it wasn’t going to cause any permanent damage but it was going to be very uncomfortable for a long time.

The Leader returned to Emma and had her jump off of the desk and kneel next to him. Ororo was being taken away after her spanking.

[Jean are you alright?] Emma asked. She was kneeling next to the desk. Her knees spread wide and her hands crossed behind her back.

[For now yes….. you?] Jean asked.

[I’m sure among all of our resources we can get rid of a tattoo when this is all over,] Emma tried to sound flippant.

[Always the optimist, Em,] Jean quipped.

[Of course darling….. you take it easy…. I mean it] Emma said with a concerned tone.

[Oh don’t worry about me…. I’ll just hang out] Jean regretted the terrible joke as soon as she said it but it was enough to earn a slight chuckle in her head from Emma.

[I am just going to connect privately with Ororo before she is taken away, Emma,]

[Of course,] Emma knew there was more going on and trusted her friends and teammates.

[‘Ro?] Jean sent through. Establishing a telepathic link with Storm again.

[Jean…. how are you? That looks terrible,] Ororo sent.

[I am fine. Listen we need to find out what happened to Laura.]

[I agree, Jean, but we can’t exactly walk about the complex unsupervised. She is quite capable of looking after herself.]

[Yes but this parade is what we are waiting for,] Jean stated.

[Yes it is, so she will be there. Trust her my friend. She is just like Logan. She will be there when needed] Ororo calmly replied.

[I guess I am letting my concern for Rachel leak into my concern for others,] Jean replied with honesty.

[It is important that we help Rachel heal when this is all over but for now my friend trust in your daughter to be who she is,] Ororo tried to calm her friend.

In the physical world, she was now out of the office and being led away. Ororo was stumbling behind her Master as he tugged on her leash. Her entire body was still weak from the orgasms and the torture.

[Be safe my friend] Ororo replied.

[To you as well ‘Ro] Jean responded.

[Emma?] Jean reformed the connection with Emma.

[Yes dear] Came her instant reply.

[Let’s make sure Kitty is alright and then let's prepare ourselves to ride this out for a while longer]

[You took the words right out of my mouth dear] Emma replied.

***

Rachel wasn’t entirely sure where she was. On her leash, she was in a large black room. Or was it simply that she couldn’t open her eyes from the pain and tiredness. She remembered being led out of an office. Talking to her mother and friends. Was that real? She wasn’t entirely sure. Her entire body and mind were on fire with pain, regret, and exhaustion.

Around her was moaning and grunting sounds of people in distress. With all her might she managed to open her senses and take some of it in. What she discovered was that she was in an entirely new area for her. Around her, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness she saw turned off computer screens that seemed to have been interbred with live organisms. There was a darkness and familiarity about all of it but she couldn’t place it in her memory. Still so very tired and in pain, Rachel was trying her best to take in her new surroundings. Constant jerks and tugs on her leash from in front where Ahab held her leash kept her off balance as he dragged her further into the area.

With her senses and her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was able to see a couple of people in what appeared to be stasis tubes. They were brightly lit but she didn’t recognize anyone.

In the distance towards where she was being led, there were more lights and the sounds of grunting and moaning were converging into one. It wasn’t many people but one person she could hear making that noise. Walking through the darkness she couldn’t make out much more than the approaching light. Ahab continued to roughly drag her forward. With her limited strength, it was taking much of everything she had to just look around.

The light soon enveloped them. Inside the light was more machines and computers with the monitors on and displaying a bunch of things that Rachel in her condition could barely even read. Ahab led her towards a large section that had some sort of metal vertical restraint bed. There was someone on the other side and also the source of the moans and grunts from before.

Turning around the device Rachel saw spread out on it attached in an X shape was Laura. X-23 was strapped down by metal restraints over her wrists, ankles, waist and neck. She was also naked except for the ever-present black matte collar. An IV ran from her arm to a series of machines to the right of her. To the left was the most shocking thing. Mister Sinister in a lab coat wearing a smile that would have terrified most, welcomed them.

“Ah, Ahab I see you got your desired payment” The crazed scientist greeted them.

“Dr. Essex I am happy to see you continuing to test on these lower lifeforms” Ahab replied. Rachel frowned at that. Did Ahab not know that Sinister was over one hundred and fifty years old and a mutant himself?

“Oh, the very idea of being able to get a hold of this one was too delicious. I was able to pull rank and get her free of breeding purposes. I had to use reason with our dear Leader but he saw it my way,” Sinister said while maintaining his more human form of Dr. Essex.

“How did you convince him? I would very much like to add some of the X-Men he has digging trenches and cleaning garbage to my hounds if I could” Ahab was keenly interested.

“Alas, I am afraid my reasoning for your purposes would not work. I told him that since Laura here is a clone he would not want that in the genetic pool. The good Engineer was happy to agree to that as well.”

“I understand,” Ahab replied. He tugged Rachel from behind him and forced her to come stumbling in front of him. For the first time, she could see Laura clearly and her Rachel. There was a brief recognition by Rachel but once more her recent activities had taken much strength from her. Laura thrashed in her bonds more so at the sight of her friend.

“RACHEL!!!…… What has that monster done to you???” Laura screamed.

“Hush!” Sinister commanded. From out of the restraint bed that she was attached to a metal restraint pushed up like liquid from it and covered her mouth. Gagging Laura and forcing her to scream even more into it. The two villains laughed at her struggles. To Rachel, it barely registered but she could feel something in her mind. Was it Laura screaming in her thoughts? She was so out of it she didn’t know anymore but she tried her best to open herself to everything again. A very limited opening of her senses allowed Laura into her mind but the connection seemed hazy and weak like a long-distance call even though Laura was feet from her.

[RACHEL!!!] Laura called.

[You are screaming and I would prefer if you didn’t, X,] Rachel managed to say.

[Sorry but you look like crap.]

[Yeah well, thanks,] Rachel warily said.

[Hang on Laura, I know you want to make sure I am okay but it’s more important the rest know you are okay at the moment. I have had the mothering from everyone including my mother] Rachel warned with as much strength as she could in her tone.

[I’m just the brawler Rache, they need you at full strength,] Laura’s concern shone through. Rachel inwardly smiled. After so long just wanting to be accepted and have a family to have so many concerned really did let her know that she had found a family.

[You will be needed as much or more than I because I won't be one hundred percent and they all know that. What’s important is the last of the puzzle pieces have fallen. We always knew they must have some way to speed up the breeding process and whatever Sinister’s intentions are we know he is capable of that] Such a long speech even in her mind took a lot of strength out of her. Rachel needed some time to recover a bit after that.

[I know.] Came Laura’s simple reply.

Rachel withdrew from contact while she attempted with her limited strength to make contact with her mom. Opening her senses she searched out for the familiar presence of her mother but she found her senses could not get out of the area where she was. Every attempt was blocked. In all her travels she had encountered this many times. If she were up to strength she may be able to pierce through the shielding around what had to be Sinister’s lab but she was nowhere near it. Accepting defeat she reconnected with Laura in her mind.

[Some sort of psi shielding. I can’t contact anyone outside of…. Wherever this is]

[Judging by the sights and sounds I think we are well underground. Probably deep within the mountain,] Laura confirmed.

[That would explain why it seems nobody else can sense you or Sinister,] Rachel concluded.

[Yes, sorry about that.]

[I’m not sure what we are here for Laura and I am not sure what kind of shape I will be in once I am back in the main complex and can form a link with Jean,] The strain of having to talk so much even in her mind was draining everything from her.

[What happened?] Laura asked.

Rachel really didn’t want to answer for a moment but for a moment she realized she wasn’t talking to her mother or even Kitty. Laura had been through her own nightmare.

[He tried to remind me why I became a hound. The torture….] If Rachel could shed tears in her mind she would have.

[I understand.] Those simple words from Laura were enough for Rachel. She actually felt a measure of strength return to her.

[Thank you,] Rachel said.

[I know…. I also know it’s hard to talk about such things with those closest to you. I know you may never want to tell exactly what happened but I am honored you would open that much to me.]

[X, you are getting very verbose in your slavery.] Rachel half teased.

[Lots of time to think of my friends and family…… and ways to kill,] Laura mockingly half teased back.

[Lovely.] It was all Rachel could say and it seemed the most sensible thing to say.

[What have they been doing with you?] Rachel asked, trying to get the subject off her mind. Ahab pulled her around to stand next to him and directly in front of some monitors that even now she was having a hard time focusing her eyes to clearly see anything but she did notice that there was a diagram of a human female body, presumably Laura’s with red marks all over it.

[He’s been more interested in the speed and depth of my healing factor. Started with small incisions to monitor how quickly I recovered and gauged my pain threshold.]

[Sounds like your reliving your worst nightmares as well.]

[Yes.] It was a simple statement loaded with malice and truth behind Laura's words.

[At least he hasn’t had you performing…… sexually,] Rachel stated.

[No…. I can only imagine what everyone else has been going through]

[It’s…….. it hasn’t been nice,] Rachel conceded.

Ahab and Sinister were not talking they were both together with Rachel to the side observing something on the monitors with great interest. Laura from her standpoint couldn’t see anything and Rachel was having a hard enough time maintaining the mind link and standing.

Her body ached, all she wanted to do was to fall down and sleep for a decade. She was pretty sure she would have done anything even without the programming to be allowed to do just that. That was a frightening prospect to her because the line between the programming from the genetic machines, herself and the old brainwashing Ahab himself did on her all those years ago was beginning to blur.

“So the breeding process will begin to yield actual newborns in a month and then with the chambers you are constructing you believe you can have them at maturity by three months?’ Ahab said after finishing observing whatever was on the screen.

“That is correct” Essex replied.

“Remarkable. Even in the future, I don’t think our technology could allow for that.”

Ahab seemed like he was fishing more than anything. He was truly happy with the results and the information but there seemed to be something else on his mind as well.

“I have my ways and it saddens me to know that they do not last into the future” Essex replied.

“Perhaps just not mine” Ahab consoled the mad doctor.

Laura shifted on the restraint bed as much as she could trying to get a better look but they were stood now just off to the side. They both could hear everything but could not make out the monitors.

“Who do you think will be the first to give birth?” Ahab asked.

Essex turned to regard the hound Master.

“I understand there is something of a betting pool going on about that. You wish for some inside information”

“Yes,” Ahab replied nonchalantly.

“I can’t be one hundred percent certain but I would think it would either be Jubilee or possibly Dazzler. Siryn and Dazzler were the first input into the breeding chambers but Siryn has a unique physiology that is slowing down the process on her. Jubilee, on the other hand, proved quite accepting of the changes. She may be the best breeder of the bunch when it’s said and done though I am getting equally encouraging results from others like Armour and Magik” Essex replied like he was talking about gambling on the Sunday football games.

“Intriguing. Now will you do as agreed before.” Ahab asked.

“Of course I will” Essex moved towards Rachel and took out a syringe from his lab coat pocket.

“Hold still, slave,” Ahab commanded.

“Yes Master,” Rachel replied. She was forced to hold her hand out while Sinister took some blood from her. Inside she cried because Sinister taking blood from anyone was never a good thing but for her, a child of the Summers and Grey line it was positively horrifying.

“This blood sample should be able to confirm for you and me if our suspicions are correct,” Essex said as he finished taking the sample of blood.

“Suspicions, Master?” Rachel ventured to ask.

“Yes, slave. We are curious as to if your offspring would be Omega level”

“You said I wasn’t to have any,” Rachel stated with a confused tone.

“None with me but my friend Essex here suggested there might be something to using you to create a breed of weapons.”

That was very much in line with what Sinister would do thought Rachel. He had after all arranged for a clone of Jean Grey to marry and bear a child with Cyclops that would turn into her brother Nathan. A child he had every intention of using as a weapon against Apocalypse.

“It would be lovely to see a brigade of fiery redheads coming over the hills” Essex almost lovingly said.

“With a healing factor,” Essex openly continued to muse. A hand against her chin.

“You are crazy!!” Laura screamed from her restrained position. Rachel had to agree. She couldn’t imagine just what she would be like with that kind of ability.

“Silence!” Essex cried. Not entirely sure how Laura had wriggled free of the gag.

“Slave why don’t you keep your friend company. I am sure the doctor and I would appreciate seeing you eating her out” Ahab smiled as he commanded her.

Rachel couldn’t help but obey the command without showing that she did indeed have a choice. She turned and walked back towards her restrained friend.

[Sorry Laura. I have to do this.] Rachel sent through the mind link.

[I understand….. ummmmm Rachel this is my first time with a….. another woman.] Laura for the first time that Rachel had known her sounded unsure about something.

[Me too,] Rachel whispered back, trying to comfort her friend.

Rachel got to the bottom of the vertical bed and looked up. Because of how the bed was positioned Laura’s head was about two feet higher than Rachel. Laura was a small individual much like Logan who she was cloned from and though Jean and Scott were taller people in the camps that had fed Rachel, nutrition was not the greatest so she was smaller than her parents.

The effect was that if Rachel wasn’t looking up into Laura’s eyes she would have been looking forward directly into her crotch. Which she supposed was perfect for the assigned task. Laura and Rachel looked into each other for a moment while Ahab and Essex looked on. Essex seemed uninterested in the whole show but Ahab seemed to be taking delight in making Rachel submit to such an act.

Rachel looked at her friends exposed pussy and inwardly breathed a sigh before she leaned in. Placing her hands on Laura’s thighs Rachel moved her head further in. Her nose brushing against Laura’s shaved pussy. Her tongue stretched out from her mouth and began to lick at just above her pussy.

While her hands bracing her on Laura’s thighs moved around to allow them to get closer to her pussy. Her fingers reaching out and pulling Laura’s tight pussy lips away to reveal her clit. Rachel’s tongue which was still just barely touching Laura’s pussy mound moved down. With one flick of her tongue on Laura’s clit, Rachel could feel her body stiffen and almost relaxed under the attention.

[That tickles,] Laura sent and Rachel caught it in the mind link.

[I’m doing my best, X,] Rachel said.

[I think we should just go for it and get it over with Rache,] Laura suggested.

Rachel had to admit it was probably the best strategy so she doubled her efforts. Her tongue didn’t just reach out to flick her friend's clit it stayed and began to massage the exposed part with a nimbleness that surprised them both.

The order had been to eat her out but Rachel and Laura wanted her to cum as quickly as possible, so when Rachel moved one of her fingers slightly downwards she waited to hear from the programming to tell her what she was doing was wrong but it never came. Her finger gently entered Laura’s pussy. Rachel started to use her lips to suck on her clit while she gently brought her finger in and out of Laura. Despite her first tickling impression, Laura was soon enjoying herself. Her hips were thrust further out to make sure that Rachel’s head was as close as could be.

“I hadn’t thought she would be any good at that…. Perhaps I should have known better. All those years with her friend Kitty perhaps I should bring her up to the Genengineer and have them put on a show” Ahab said from behind. Rachel’s cheeks burned in shame because though she knew it not to be true. There was a time in her life that she had given some thought to those very fantasies. A long time ago but enough to bring her shame.

[I would have thought that too,] Laura said through the mind link.

[We never…. Kitty was always so hung up on Peter….. Peters really,] Rachel said. She didn’t want to deny it but she didn’t want to confirm that there was some truth to what he was saying. Even to a friend like Laura.

[Peters?] Laura said, confused but not confused enough to moan in the real world from Rachel’s tongue and finger working on her.

[Ha yeah. She always has a thing for men named Peter… ask her about it sometime. Let me concentrate so we can get this over with and I can get some rest] Rachel’s strength was coming and going in waves within her at the moment. For that, she wasn’t sure if she was grateful or concerned.

[Umm but X, I hate to ask this but….. you are so tight and I can feel it…… Are you a virgin?] Rachel asked.

[No…… but when I heal…. I heal] X replied. It took a moment for Rachel to realize what she meant. The dawning of understanding sent shivers through her.

[That must be….. I can't imagine] Rachel stuttered out.

[I thought men preferred that?]

[Don’t ask me. My experience with men is not the greatest.] Rachel mentally held her hands up.

Rachel’s finger began to pick up speed while the Hound Master and the sinister doctor came and took up standing positions on either side of them. Getting a better look at the debauchery Ahab smiled. Rachel’s fingers started to elicit more and more moans from Laura. There was no effort being paid to try and prolong the experience.

“MMMM” Rachel moaned through Laura’s flesh. Trying her best with licks, swirls and sucking to being Laura to a climax.

Laura restrained on the vertical bed thrust with all her might her hips into her friend's face to try and get her tongue to go into her. Rachel’s fingers came out coated in Laura’s juices while her tongue was pushed down by Laura’s hips. Venturing into her pussy Rachel’s tongue worked its way while her fingers retreated back to her clit. Teasing and flicking the clit. Rachel found that Laura was responding much better to her tongue in her and her fingers tracing circles around her clit.

“OHHHHHH!!!!!” Laura couldn’t hold back and let her body embrace the orgasm. It swept over her. Her hips and the parts of her body not restrained thrashed while Rachel continued, tongue in her pussy prolonging the orgasm just that little bit longer. That prolonged orgasm seemed to sate the desires of Ahab. Sinister still looked completely bored with the whole affair but at least he kept a smile on his face.

“That’s it, slave. Get your tongue right in there” Ahab cheered on Rachel. Laura did her bit. With every ounce of dexterity, she could summon she thrust her hips and her pussy forward, pushing Rachel’s tongue deeper into her. For her part, Rachel had never tasted pussy before and after a moment of getting used to it, she supposed there were far worse things she could have been doing right now.

Laura's body jerked and thrashed once more with her tongue in her. Another orgasm overcoming her while Rachel finally withdrew her tongue from her. With the back of her hand, she wiped the spittle from her mouth and looked up at her friend.

“Good job, slave.” Ahab grabbed a hold of her leash and tugged. Bringing Rachel to her knees right at his feet.

“An impressive display” Essex didn't really seem to mean it but obviously he felt the need to comment.

“The results will be in after the parade I believe” Essex finished.

“Excellent” Ahab jerked on the leash pulling Rachel back up to her feet. The constant getting up and down and the energy used to play with Laura had used up anything that she had left. She was out on her feet and Ahab had to support her with a half chokehold on the leash to keep her from falling down.

“It seems my slave is in need of some rest”

Essex simply stared at the young woman on the leash.

[Be ready] Rachel managed to say through the mind link. Ahab had thankfully at least picked Rachel up in his arms and was carrying her away instead of having her walk behind. The closeness of being so close to him was disgusting but she had done many things already in their brief time reunited that was far more intimate. Rachel was thankful for the time to rest.

[I will. Take care Rachel] Laura sent out through the link.

***

Jean stood off to the right side of her Master while Emma was on the left. They were in some sort of observation gallery at the very top end of the complex. It was a small room with barely enough space for a few chairs that all overlooked the beautiful lush valley below.

The Leader had brought them here first thing in the morning. Just as the sun was rising. He had said something about how this day was a momentous day, not only the history of his country but that of the world. Today was the day of the parade. They had stood and looked out over the valley for a good time. Watching the sunrise and then he jerked the leashes that he held in one hand. Forcing Jean and Emma to turn towards him.

“Look down below” He pointed towards the base of the mountain. From this distance, everything seemed to blend in but the two mutants could see some sort of action taking place.

“It begins.” The Leader laughed and tugged harshly on the leashes. Turning from the windows he jerked again bringing them both to their knees while he walked out of the observation room. Emma and Jean crawling behind. Crawling behind him they crawled into the elevator they had emerged from earlier.

When the elevator stopped and let them out the Leader led them into a hive of activity. Jean looked around as much as she could from her position. They appeared to be in a sort of loading dock. This was easily the largest she had ever seen. Currently, it seemed to be housing the preparations for the parade. There were cars and trucks all about. A sea of people moving here and there. Forklifts and all sorts of machinery around.

When she stretched out with her senses she could feel Kitty, Ororo, Rogue, Paige and Betsy all really nearby. She could not see anyone but that was less concerning then who she could not feel. Rachel hadn’t been heard from since she had left the office on Ahab’s leash and Laura was still to be found.

If the parade was going to be their escape point as she and Ororo had thought then they would need the other two of their party who were resistant to the conditioning provided by the genetic machines of the Genengineer. Jean wasn’t taking in all the sights at the moment. More concentrating on not crawling through something, the Leader seemed intent on getting through all the activity and getting towards the opening to the dock where there seemed to be a gathering of people.

The auras of her friends began to flare closer and closer in her mind as Jean crawled behind the Leader. With so many people nearby Jean and Emma were keeping their telepathic chat to a minimum but when they finally exited the main by of the loading dock and found themselves outside they saw their friends. All whom Jean had sensed. All with their respective Masters. Jean looked to her left. She was crawling to the right of the Leader so to her left was him and then Emma on the other side.

Emma turned almost at the same time and looked at her. Jean wanted to tell her to be ready but this close there was always a chance Emma would be forced to reveal any sort of plans that Jean would tell her. Looking back out towards the rest of her friends. They were all forced to kneel.

Betsy had a murderous look on her face which seemed to be permanent even back at the mansion. Rogue looked no worse for the wear though she did sport some awful lash marks along her legs which were almost amplified by the translucent suit she wore. Paige impossibly seemed to smile at her before her face turned almost grim. Jean could see why though when she looked closer at the young woman there was a trickle of cum still oozing from her pussy along her spread thighs.

Kitty was also kneeling next to her Master. She seemed healthy and strong. A silent thank-you emanated from her which Jean guessed she deduced that she was set up to win that contest.

“Gentlemen welcome to this historic day” The Leader greeted them all with open arms. With leashes in their hands, they all stepped forward to shake his hand. All beaming with absolute victory. The slaves at their feet were their trophies and forced to remain still while the men clapped each other on the backs and exchanged pleasantries.

Emma and Jean were brought to a kneel on either side of the Leader while he exchanged words with his fellow officials. Behind them in the loading bay there was still a hive of activity and only now did Jean regret not paying more attention while they were being led through it all. To look back would be a breach of her commands so she could not. With everyone all around she could feel that they wanted to open a mind link and converse but she was still wary with so many around even with her powers if she were blocking another telepath from this close from joining in they would not be able to hear what was being said but they could certainly feel that there was blockage occurring which would raise alarms. So instead she mouthed wait and soon to the rest of them. They all nodded their heads in acknowledgment and waited.

Behind them, the sounds and movements of people and machines let them all now that it was a day of excitement. The sound of an approaching vehicle kept Jean's attention. It came in front of them and revealed itself to be an oversized jeep. At the wheel was someone Jean didn’t know but exiting on the side closest to her were hound versions of her friends. Logan and Gambit sniffed around for a moment. Locking eyes on the kneeling slaves for only the tiniest of moments before they spread out.

On the other side of the jeep, Ahab emerged carrying Rachel. She seemed to be in even worse shape than she was before. He carried her in his arms like a house cat. Even with her senses closed, she could feel the shock of all the other women there as they saw her. Jean opened just a bit to her senses to see if Rachel was able to contact.

[Rachel?] She probed in a narrow way towards her. Impossibly she could have sworn out of the corner of her eye Logan turned towards her and sniffed the air at the very moment she thought the name of her daughter.

[Mom?] The barely-there consciousness of her daughter reached back out with a strength that Jean was happy to see.

[I’m on the other side of the jeep. Are you alright?] Jean asked.

[Yes… just conserving my strength you know,] Rachel explained.

[This is the day, are you ready?]

[I’ll do my part……… I might need some help after,] The tone that Rachel answered with especially the last part was a bit of shame which tore at Jean’s heart.

[We’ll get you some help. Don’t worry. I’ll coordinate everything and then you just be ready when we are about to do it] Jean replied.

[Right… thanks, Mom] Rachel’s strength was already ebbing which concerned Jean.

[Rest Rachel] Jean half commanded.

[Yes Mom] Rachel half winked in their minds. That little joke gave Jean all the evidence she needed to know that Rachel would be ready.

The appearance of Nathan from somewhere beyond the parked jeep disturbed her. For a moment Jean wondered if perhaps with his own telepathy he had found something going on but he simply walked in front of her and didn’t even stop. The hound walked out towards the ends of the road that led out from the loading bay. The hounds that were there seemed to be setting up a sort of perimeter.

Though Jean had only seen three she was sure there were far more so she was still being careful with her linked telepathy. With the link to Rachel closed, she could feel and see in Kitty’s face the absolute desire to talk to either Jean or Rachel. She knew Rachel would be feeling the pressure to talk to her and reassure her friend but Jean meant it when she said she wanted her daughter to rest.

[Kitty?] Jean sent out with a small link just like Rachel had taught her.

[Jean? Why isn’t Rachel talking?] Kitty wasn’t hysterical but her concern still shone like a star. Her passion and emotion for her friend overriding her own predicament.

[Rachel still needs time to recover. I talked to her. She is fine but just needs to conserve her strength]

[Jean, she looks like she is dying!] Kitty’s concern was escalating.

Ahab in the real world had the jeep moved out of the way so that Jean could now see everything. Rachel was down from his hands. Kneeling next to him her head was listlessly leaning against the side of his leg, using it to keep her head upright. Her completely nude body was pale only broken up by the red marks of the lashes and the black and blue bruising. Which was unfortunately quite a lot.

[I know Kitty but there’s nothing we can do right now. She says she is fine, we have to trust that]

[I understand] Kitty’s reply was sullen but understanding.

[Now Kitty you just be ready with your plan. I have a feeling we are going to need all the help we can get] Jean advised. In return, she got a mental nod.

[Good] Jean said.

Ahab was pulling Rachel away towards one of his hounds that Jean didn’t recognize. That was four she mused of the hounds but she knew there were far more. Jean didn’t have time to think about that before the Leader tugged on hers and Emma’s leashes, forcing them up on their feet. She noticed all the others were being forced up as well.

They were all led over to the side of the road that spanned out of the complex down the rest of the mountain out towards the city of Hammer Bay below. Jean turned her head to look inside the bay and found that most of the people she had heard scurrying about before had vanished. There were still quite a few but the amount had certainly depleted. Forklifts still hummed about, driving with large almost concrete looking blocks on them.

The closest one to her was a fair distance away but something inside her told her to pay close attention to it. The forklift was approaching a military truck. A flatbed truck, like something out of a history film the truck was not as large as a commercial truck. It looked more like a troop transport from the war, except the canvas covering on the flatbed to shade and disguise the soldiers had been removed. The one the forklift approached had three of these concrete looking blocks already on it.

The truck was parked in such a way that all Jean could make out was the individual lines that made up the separate blocks. The forklift though as it turned to make its attempt to place the fourth and final block on the bed gave her a sight as to what was in it.

Inside the block that now appeared to be more metallic than concrete in the better light Jean was able to see, a friend was chained up. The long blonde locks of her friend Dazzler were unmistakable. The block was open at the front with a series of three bars set across the opening to keep the chained mutant inside. There was some sort of hosing attached to her but from this viewpoint, Jean couldn’t make out much. She knew when she looked to her side she could see that the rest of her fellow slaves was observing as well.

[Ororo your sight is better than any of us here. What is going on?] Jean ventured a telepathic link.

[See through my eyes Jean] Ororo’s tone in their mind was one Jean could not quite describe it was a mixture of shock and disgust if she had to think about it. She connected with Ororo’s mind and looked through her eyes.

In the block, Dazzler was restrained with her arms stretched out behind her, vanishing into the back portion of the block. The first in the series of three bars were at the bottom of the block at her knee level. Dazzler was standing inside the block which meant they had to be over six feet tall. The bars at her knees finished to allow all an uninterrupted view of her crotch which was covered but it was covered by a sort of metallic bikini bottom that had a hose right in the center that looked like it penetrated through into her pussy behind. The hose snaked out and went under her body and vanished in the back of the container.

The next set of bars started just above her crotch and finished at just below her chest. Her breasts were similarly contained by metallic-looking individual cups that appeared to be suctioned over her breasts. Hoses were coming from each cup and Ororo’s sight was so good Jean could tell that at the tips of the cups were the hose was connected it was see-through and tiny droplets of what Jean assumed to be milk could be seen from her puffed up and cinched nipples at the top of the cup. The hoses from her breasts stretched out and went back over her shoulders to vanish once more in the back.

The last set of bars started just above her breasts and finished at about her chin. Her mouth gagged by a metallic looking gag that stretched over her entire mouth and chin and looked like it went completely around her head. There was a tube at her mouth that looked to be some sort of feeding tube that went up over her nose and over the center of her hair and into the top of the block.

There was barely any slack to allow her to move inside. Her hands and arms pulled behind her and her feet looked to be locked into almost metallic boots at the bottom of the container. A black matte looking belt seemed to come out of the container at one hip and disappear at the other.

Dazzler looked a little dazed in her eyes and what she could do in her movement’s Jean could feel Ororo’s shock through the link and for half a moment her thankfulness that she wasn’t inside that thing. To finish off the entire container with Ororo’s eyes Jean was able to see now at the bottom of the container at the front where there was just a bit more metallic space along with it before Dazzler's knees started there was a sign on it. It read simply ‘Former X-Men Dazzler’.

[If that is just one of those things?] Jean mused in their mind link.

[Yes Jean, I am afraid all of those blocks on that truck and the many more I can barely make out in the bay are full of our friends] Ororo’s despair concerned Jean for a moment with those words but then felt her friend strengthen her resolve.

[It’s good that they are all here] Jean said.

[Yes it is] Ororo replied.

Around them, Jean and Ororo could see that Emma, Kitty, Rogue, Paige and Psylocke were getting frustrated that they couldn’t make out much. Jean wanted to send the image into their mind but was still mindful about keeping a low profile for now. Jean turned the opposite way to where Rachel and Ahab were. They were some ways down the road towards the city. Hounds clustered around them now. Jean could not get any sense from her and as much as she wanted to see and hear from her daughter with so many talents around she dared not try to speak to her at the moment.

The Leader and all the other Masters in a row on the side of the road there spoke in great sweeping gestures and laughed like it was the greatest day of their lives. Slight tugs on all their leashes at varying times to emphasize their ownership of their respective slaves. Jean’s anger at the whole situation began to grow as she thought about cutting the link with Ororo’s eyes when she saw another truck coming into position with a flatbed that had no current containers on them.

Forklifts were arriving from far in the back of the complex. The first one to be placed on the new truck was another former X-Man. The young X-Man known as Dust, who Jean had never really gotten to know much of, was inside that one. Restrained in the exact same way as Dazzler had been. From what she knew of the young woman she knew the lewdness of the exhibition would cut deep at the deeply religious woman. It was almost out of respect for her that Jean cut the link as Ororo was turning her head away too. Almost as if to give her the same respect.

[Monsters] She heard Ororo say just as Jean had cut the link.

Jean agreed but her thoughts remained on the other monsters clustered around her daughter in a way that even Ororo wouldn’t be able to see.

***

The last time Rachel was outside of this mountain complex she was hopeless to stop her best friend from being taken captive and eventually turned into a sex slave. She had risked her life to get information back to her friends at the cost of her friends' freedom.

Now she knelt on the concrete of a road on what felt like was going to be a hot day. Strength barely enough to hold her head up and look around as some of those friends were now hounds. At the beck and call of her own Master and her own private nightmare since she was a kid.

Ahab loomed over her, leash in hand and a grin on his face. His tortures to her over the past couple of days had done much to sap the physical and even mental strength from her but there was one thing still burning bright with the strength to devour stars within her. That was her hatred for that man and everything he had forced her to do as a young woman and all that he stood to gain from enslaving her friends, family and even her race in this time and period.

When the time came today, she knew she would willingly give her life to that strength to fuel her for what she needed to do today.

“Slave, you will pleasure me,” Ahab wrenched on the leash causing her to fall at his feet.

Inside her mind screamed. Ahab was unbuckling his pants right there in the middle of the road while his hounds. Friends of whom Rachel had known for years consumed by his process to be his slaves watched. He pulled his cock out of his pants like he was starting a giant theatrical performance. Rachel simply stared at the thing while he leaned forward. Thrusting it into her face, Rachel felt it brush against her cheek and nose.

It wasn’t so much the action that offended her it was the smell. It was the smell of sweat and unwashed balls that was just too much for her. If she wasn’t so tired and sapped of strength and able to rely on the programming she would have thrown up. Ahab appeared to have gone unwashed since the last time he had forced himself on her just for this moment.

Rachel looked up and saw the faces of Logan, Gambit and worst of all. Cable was there watching with that expressionless face that seemed to be sterner than his regular expression. Ahab’s cock slapped against her lips. Clearly, he wanted her to open them and allow it inside her mouth. Her mouth opened on command and allowed the filthy member into her mouth. She gagged both physically and mentally at the whole situation.

“That’s right slave use that tongue. Get down to my balls” Ahab commanded. Rachel tried her best but even when she was into a guy she wasn’t the best at this and with her brother and her friends watching she really didn’t want to do this even with the programming telling her to obey. Her tongue stretched out in her mouth and wrapped around his cock while he pushed and she tried to allow his cock to come further into her mouth.

It was touching the back of her throat but she was still some way from his balls. They both knew she would never make it but he was looking around at her hound friends and enjoying that they were forced to watch. Gagging on the cock in her mouth Rachel felt like she was going to pass out before he finally stopped shoving himself down her and pulled himself out. Gasping for breath she fell to her hands and knees on the road. Thanking that at least Ahab gave her some slack on the leash to be allowed to fall to the ground.

“Hounds continue to secure the perimeter around the procession” Ahab ordered. Immediately they all departed from around her.

The hounds' departure allowed Rachel to be able to look forward through Ahab’s legs to where her friends were kneeling with their own Masters. Most of their gazes looking back into the loading bay where Rachel couldn’t see anything. There was one person looking in her direction, for a rare and brief moment their eyes met but Rachel couldn’t bear to look at her mother in the eyes while she performed such an intimate and disgusting act in full view of the public.

Rachel was already using too much strength to complete the disgusting act so she didn’t want to tempt a mind link. At the back of her mind, she could feel her mother thinking about establishing a link as well and then thinking better of it. Rachel needed someway to assure Jean that she was okay so she did the first thing that came to mind.

***

Jean was horrified when the hounds around Rachel and Ahab departed to show that her daughter was on her knees servicing the vile hound master with her mouth. Roughly too from the look of it. Jean wanted to reach out with her mind and make a link with her but she thought better of it. Unsure of what to do Jean wanted to take her eyes away from the scene but she felt something telling her to just wait until she saw through the legs of the man. Then she saw it: a quick wink just when their eyes connected. Rachel was okay. Jean felt infinitely better for it and blew out a breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding. She winked back at her daughter which she was happy to see was well-received before a series of cars pulled up before her blocking her view of her once more.

Six cars in total pulled up alongside Jean and the rest of the X-Men now turned slaves and their respective Masters. All of them were of a type Jean had never seen before, convertibles with the roofs all cut off of them, at the moment they seemed to be wider than a regular car at the back and tapering to a narrower front.

There were two doors with seating at the front for the driver and one and then in the back where it looked like there would have been seating for three or four because of the wider back, there was nothing, except there was a pole in the center of the backseat with a dildo attached to it.

From where she was kneeling Jean couldn’t see much more than that but she did notice one car had two poles and had some banners along the side of it as well. Pulled along to the cars each Master took their respective slaves to a car. Jean and Emma were taken to the car with two poles and the banners along with it. It was parked first in line and was obviously reserved for the Leader.

Walking up to the car, Jean observed that the two poles with the mounted dildos were bolted into the floor of the car. At the bottom, wider poles extended out horizontally along the bottom with cuffs attached on each side. Emma and Jean would have to spread their legs while mounted on the dildos from the look of it.

There was ample space behind as well. Where the trunk would normally be Jean noticed that it had been carved out, almost like a little flatbed. There were some eye bolts in the frame of the flooring back there as well. Jean was expecting to be told to get into the car as soon as possible but the Leader stopped them and waited.

Behind the row of cars came a pair of forklifts. Carrying glass cages about six feet in height they were about two feet in width as well which Jean was sure meant there weren’t other people in them. The glint of the glass cages from the morning sunshine was enough for Jean to be blinded and not make anything more out until they were almost right on top of her. The forklift that was closest to her was the one right at the back of the car that she and Emma had been herded towards.

Inside the glass case was a newly reformed version of Emma’s costume that she had been wearing. The white almost lingerie like piece complete with her x insignia was on display, like a case in a store. Jean watched as the case was loaded onto the back of the car. A couple of people arrived to strap it down to the eye bolts she had seen earlier. They jumped further into the car as the other forklift arrived with a second case that contained her own uniform

Jean had to admit when she was forcefully stripped back on the mansion grounds not too long ago still stung in her mind. That costume represented much to her not the least of which the amount of blood and tears that had been shed in that costume. Now seeing it reformed by whatever means and hanging almost like magic inside a glass case made her want to weep.

It was another trophy that the Leader had taken and another reason she would pay him back soon. Jean watched as the second case was installed on the back of the car. The people gathered around finished strapping it down and the Leader had them jump up into the car. Without having to be told, the two of them took up positions in front of the dildos that had their costumes behind them.

“Such good slaves,” The Leader openly mused while he grabbed a hold of Emma’s chin and planted a deep and sloppy kiss on her. She took it with all the grace her programming told her but the revulsion radiated from her that even with her senses closed off at the moment Jean felt it. They stood by the poles but neither had made the move to do anything with them knowing full well what was going to happen very soon.

Jean looked behind to see that the other X-Men were being loaded onto the cars. Rogue and Paige looked like they were already restrained while they were working the dildos into themselves. Paige had a look that was somewhere between humiliation and rage on her face while Rogue simply looked at her Master with malice.

“Time to get acquainted with your lovers for the day” The Leader mockingly said. He took hold of Emma’s hips and lifted her over the dildo. Then he spread her feet to the restraints with two light kicks. Someone who had helped put the cases on the car jumped in and attached the restraints around her ankles. Emma was on her tiptoes to avoid the dildo but that wouldn’t last long. The Leader pushed down on her shoulders forcing her pussy lips to spread around the dildo as she was pushed down. Emma moaned as it entered her.

Jean watched in almost a weird fascination as the dildo was buried deeper and deeper into her. Jean had thought the dildos to be about seven to eight inches tall and when the base of it disappeared under Emma Jean was shocked and afraid that would be expected of her. Emma’s knees looked shaky and her body refused to move an inch while it adjusted to the intruder inside her. Her head seemed to lull back and forth while her mind seemed to adjust to the invader.

“Your turn slave” The Leader turned in the surprising ample room of the car to address Jean.

“Yes, Master” Jean replied. Without his efforts, Jean herself stood over the dildo and began to lower herself while stretching out her feet for him to restrain. The Leader gleefully reached to her ankles and attached the steel cuffs around her ankles. While Jean lowered herself she felt the tip of the dildo against her pussy. With an inward sigh, she pushed further down to take the dildo into her.

Something in her mind told her to open her eyes which she wasn’t sure when she closed. Her eyes first took in the smiling face of her Master before she was able to look over his shoulder to see a procession of flatbed trucks driving by. They were all lined with those metallic cages filled with her displayed friends. The only change from when she saw them being loaded was the spaces between the containers had been filled with similar glass cases showing the costumes of all her friends. They were stopping in a row clearly getting ready for the parade.

At the very start of the line, another car was parked that Jean could see Ahab pulling a leashed Rachel into. A quick glance around showed her that the hounds were still out in a perimeter monitoring anything that might be approaching the mountain. Suddenly Jean got a terrible feeling that they should have accepted the help from the Avengers.

Around the mountain and the one road was nothing but trees which explained why the hounds were about making sure there was no one lurking about. Above the roar of the engines and the shouted conversations between all the people about Jean could feel something completely different approaching. Heavy thuds began to reverberate around the area, trees shaking and wildlife screeching away.

In the distance, Jean could make out a heavy reflection point on numerous things approaching that seemed to be floating along the tops of the trees. The reflection dyed down as they came closer and Jean’s face paled. Sentinels, sentinel after sentinel appeared from the tree brush. For a moment it looked like they were going to attack the hounds and the parade procession but then they turned and assumed a guard position along the sides of the roads. For as far as the eye could see down the road about every seventy-five feet a giant mutant killing Sentinel appeared to be guarding the parade.

“Do you like my new army?” The Leader asked Jean rhetorically. Forcing her further down the dildo by grabbing a hold of her shoulders and pushing. Jean screamed in agony at the unwanted and far too invasive intruder to her body but could not resist as she too had her pussy swallow the entire dildo whole. Columns of troops, magistrates as they were called in this country also began to appear along the road.

Jean felt the shock emanating from Emma and the slaves mounted in the other cars. Jean kept herself small and focused her attention forward to where she had last seen Rachel. There at the front of the assembled cars was Rachel in the car with Ahab. She was thankfully not mounted as the others but she was on his lap in the passenger seat. Her back to him while she was riding his cock up and down while seeing what was happening in front on the road.

[Rachel?]

There was a panic in her daughter as she made contact.

[It’s coming true Mom….. my future…. I can’t allow it] Rachel was almost frantic. Her strength all of the sudden returned to her from sheer anxiety and terror. Jean knew all too well that would not last long and burn her out very quickly.

[Calm Rachel…. Calm yourself you have to…… we have a plan, remember that] Jean tried with her best calming tone and voice to calm her.

[I know] Rachel’s response was short, tense but there was a control in it as well.

[Good….. We are really going to need you. There is no guarantee what Kitty and the others can do so it’s up to us four and Laura hasn’t been seen yet today] Jean stated.

[She’ll be here. We will be fine]

[I like your confidence Rachel but it’s four against a literal army and they have Sentinels] Jean responded wanting to keep her daughter grounded.

[They will need more] The strength in Rachel’s voice was returning, as was the odd sense of power Jean had sensed in her before Ahab had tortured her so ruthlessly.

Jean didn’t have a chance to respond. A hand on her shoulder brought her attention back to her physical world where the Leader was pressing down on her again. Forcing her deeper and deeper onto the dildo. Her link with Rachel cut she looked to her side to look at Emma who was observing them both with wide eyes but with a pained expression. The dildo already buried deep within her.

“I wonder how it will feel as we drive, slaves,” The Leader laughed while he turned around and sat back in the passenger seat of the car. Jean wanted to fry his brain alive but she withheld.

Instead, she kept her thoughts and her words to herself. Happy that she had managed to avoid lashing out Jean looked out towards the side of the road where another car had pulled up. Just a regular convertible with a driver and in the back there was a man in a lab coat and a woman Jean knew was Laura. Her heart raised that she was still with us Laura looked none the worse for wear. She was nude and had a collar around her throat. Jean could see as well some restraints on her wrists and some chain pooled in her lap.

[Rachel? Storm?] Jean called out with as wide a telepathic link she wanted to risk with so many around.

[Yes?] Ororo’s response was quick. While Rachel responded right after.

[I have spotted Laura. I don’t know who she is with but she is here] Jean exclaimed.

[With Sinister, or I think a clone of Sinister] Rachel came back.

[How do you know?] Ororo’s response.

[Was in his lab not too long ago. Haven’t had a chance to tell anyone. I don’t think it’s Sinister because the clone is operating as if he were human. You know what Sinister is like] Rachel’s strength was there but her voice was fading again in their minds. The constant up and down of her strength was worrying Jean but she had to put it out of her mind.

[Is she alright?] Jean asked.

[Laura is fine. Just waiting for the time,] Rachel sent back.

[Why not tell me earlier?] Jean asked.

[Honestly Mom, I am having trouble keeping things in my mind ordered. I can do my job today but that’s about it] Rachel conceded.

[Keep it together, child, we will handle the rest] Ororo chimed in.

[Doing my best ‘Ro] Rachel tried to inject some humor into the link.

[Heads up looks like we are moving] Jean said.

The cars in front of the parade line began to move forward. Barely over five miles an hour, they began to stretch out the line. The Leaders car in the front. The hound Master with Rachel, their car fell into line directly behind them. Then the rest of the cars containing, Storm, Rogue, Paige, Psylocke, and Laura.

After that Jean when she was able to, she looked over her shoulder and saw the trucks with the containers moving out behind the cars. Jean’s car reached the first line of soldiers and drove past the first Sentinels lining the road. They eyed the procession with a cold aloofness that was eerie while the soldiers hooted and hollered. Prodded on by their superiors to do just that Jean felt this was going to be the norm for today so tried to just let it roll off of her.

***

The lines of Sentinels and soldiers stretched into the outskirts of the city. The drivers increased speed after they had all come out of the complex proper. As they reached the beginnings of the city the lines of Soldiers hooting and hollering gave way to the first sparse lines of the general population.

Some seemed to be enjoying themselves while others did their best to look away. All in all, though it was generally everyone paying attention to the framed and on display former heroines. When the general populace began to turn out in larger numbers along the sides of the road the Leader had instructed Emma and herself to start waving to the crowds.

Standing with a dildo stuffed inside her and chained to the floor of the car the two heroines were forced to smile and greet the people as if they were some sort of royal procession. Behind them, the rest of the slaves were being told to do the same. Jean couldn't help but notice thankfully that there were no children along the route. She had maybe spotted teenagers as old as sixteen but that was about it. At least the powers that be had some decency, some.

There was a constant line of people along the side of the road. At first, it was just one or two deep but as they came into the city center full of high skyscrapers and large impressive buildings the lines became seven or eight deep. There was laughter and pointing among them as well. Shame and resentment rose within her when Jean noticed that a young man in the first row of the spectators, who appeared no more than twenty, started rubbing himself through his pants openly as their car drove past. The look in his eyes was one of hate mixed with lust. Jean had never felt so dirty in her life. She dared not open her senses to anyone for fear of being overloaded by the sheer numbers of hateful and spiteful people in the area.

“They love you both!” The Leader said barely above the roars of the raucous crowd could he be heard.

Jean didn’t want to say anything.

“They will love my foot up every single one of their asses” Emma couldn’t help herself. The Leader looked angry with her for a moment and then sputtered out laughing.

“You still think you are getting out of this? This is your life now. I will have you walked on all fours through the market center every week. I may just put you both in a pillory in the center of town and charge five dollars to watch as they defile you….. You are nothing but property. MY PROPERTY!!” The Leader shouted.

“You are such a vile little man” Emma spat back. Undisturbed by the Leaders venom.

“Take a note from your sister slave and be quiet, slut!!” The Leader looked like he wanted to flog Emma within an inch of her life but he simply turned and placed a smile on his face while he continued to smile at the crowd.

[Patience Emma] Jean sent through her mind.

[I’ve had enough. Being paraded around like some sort of trophy] Emma’s rage was white-hot in their minds and Jean couldn’t blame her.

[Soon] Jean sent through towards her. That seemed to calm her down.

Her rage exploded again as they approached what Jean assumed was the city center or at least what served as some sort of convening place. The entire area was a giant flattened park with some trees but surrounded by large buildings. It was almost a bit like Central Park in New York but on a much smaller scale.

There was a type of platform that looked temporarily built in front of a large building that overlooked the park. The cars were being driven over there while the crowds came walking in behind. Filling in the space between the cars and the trucks lagging behind.

Jean hadn’t seen much of anyone else except for Emma since the parade had entered the city. Forbidden to look anywhere but at the crowds, Jean was sure the others were feeling the same about their predicaments. The platform was large with people already on it. From her vantage point, Jean could really only make out legs. The car had parked directly to the side of the platform.

Behind her, the rest of the cars were coming to a stop and the trucks weren’t far behind. There was a mass of a crowd beginning to gather around the base of the platform. It looked like the entire city was out in full force to see their humiliation. Sentinels began to rain from the sky. Taking up defensive positions around the park they were blocking off any exits and entrances into the park. They were large and formidable but Jean had faced them before. What was of more concern were the masses of civilians. Though they were there to delight in her humiliation she had an obligation to protect them. Trucks began to arrive with squads of soldiers as well. Off some way, from the platform, Jean could make out another smaller platform that was absolutely clustered. On it appeared to be television cameras and what had to be reporters. Exactly as she thought it would be.

“Time to be properly introduced slaves” The Leader had jumped up from his sitting position in front and turned to face them. He took hold of their leashes which had just been dragging between their breasts. He waited rather impatiently while a couple of people leaned into the car and unfastened their feet from the restraints.

Jean and Emma were told to come down to the ground with the Leader holding their leashes. He smiled as she tugged on their leashes bringing them to their knees. As he walked behind the platform towards a set of stairs that led onto it. Behind them, Jean got the impression the other slaves were being taken off of the cars as well.

The trucks meanwhile were actually separating into two lines out from the platform. Flanked by Sentinels and soldiers they appeared to be almost swallowed up by the crowds. The poor souls in those containers would be on display upfront and center for all to see.

Forced to crawl once more behind the Leader, Jean spotted Ahab and Rachel standing off to the side, with Rachel standing in front of the Hound Master. His hands roaming all over her body. A finger in her pussy and his other hand going up and down her body. Alternating from flicking and teasing her clit to doing the same with her nipples. He was even leaning in from behind and licking the back of her ear from the looks of it.

Jean inwardly cringed and couldn’t imagine the thoughts running through Rachel’s mind at the moment. The man who would be Sinister was off to the same side just in and behind Ahab and Rachel. He held Laura on a tight leash while she knelt on the ground.

A tight jerk on her own leash had Jean following the Leader and Emma up the stairs on all fours. There as a giant curtain that separated the back from the front where everyone could see. All the others were being moved into position to ascend the stairs as well. Emma and Jean were on the platform behind the curtain with the Leader. They could hear so many voices it was very difficult to distinguish between any of them. There were other people on the other side of the curtain already out and looking out over the crowd.

Jean had seen just their legs when she had been in the car and now under the curtain, she could just really make out boots and shoes but there was one thing that stuck out to her. Some of the boots and shoes were connected with ankle restraints. Chains and cuffs appearing on more than half of the people that she could see.

Confused at this Jean didn’t have time to ponder. Led onto the stage but behind the curtain, she could make out some voices. All people she did not recognize. There was a partition in the curtain that would blow open from time to time and Jean could make out a podium with a microphone had been set up. The crowds below were gathering and increasing in even greater numbers. Emma and Jean were jerked down by a tight leash to the ground. On all fours once more the Leader looked down at them with that familiar sneer and smile.

“Are you ready, slaves?”

Jean and Emma nodded their heads and allowed the Leader to tug once more on their leashes to force them to start crawling. Behind them, Ororo, Paige, Rogue, Psylocke, Kitty and Laura were being brought onto the stage behind the curtain. Rachel was still with Ahab on the outside, below the stage and behind the curtain. They were all able to stand and walk while she and Emma were being forced to crawl behind the Leader. Straight towards the gap in the curtain that would allow them out onto the main stage.

Crawling out through the opening in the curtain, Jean and Emma were greeted by roars of the crowd. Jean kept her head down she didn’t want anyone to see her face but she lifted it a bit to get a look at the people whose feet she had seen before.

Off to her left and right all around her were the rest of the X-Men. All the males who had been taken away and presumably set to work elsewhere in the country. The first person she saw was to the left of the podium and left of herself. It was the Canadian Northstar. He was in a standard Genosha jumpsuit but unlike all the other mutants Jean had seen with the same suit on his had the ‘X’ insignia on his chest. She found as she looked around all the X-Men had the insignia on their chest. The young men and the future of the X-Men like Hellion, Ink and Glob were all to her left with Northstar.

To her right was Cyclops. His face still swollen from the beating he had taken at the mansion, he stood impassionately to her right in the same jumpsuit. Next to him were other long-time friends. Nightcrawler, Havoc and Sunfire. Further down the line spotted Bishop and Chamber along with a whole host of other X-Men.

The Leader had Emma and Jean crawl to the podium and take up positions on either side of it. Jean to the right and Emma to the left. Jean was only steps from Cyclops but he looked forward with barely anything given away by his body stance. The Leader switched over the leashes in his hands as they crossed and they moved into position. With half a grunt he grumbled under his breath at the hassle.

“Slaves, I want you to squat with your knees to the sides and your hands out next to your head begging like a puppy. Understand?” The leader ordered and asked.

“Yes Master” They both answered.

Behind them, the remaining women and the rest of the elite were emerging from the back of the stage through the curtain. The roar of the crowd swelling as each slave came from the back. The loudest to receive a cheer besides Emma and herself, Jean noticed, was Storm who was walking like the rest of them behind her Master. They all took up positions to either side of the podium in front of the remaining men of the X-Men who still stood without any movement or expression whatsoever.

Jean and Emma assumed the desired stances. Squatting with their knees open to the side to allow everyone a good look of their pussies and their hands up to the sides with their palms open like a begging puppy as requested. The effect was that it pushed out their breasts and put them on display as well. Jean tried to turn away from it at first but let the programming take hold for perhaps the last time.

[You ready ‘Ro?] Jean called a hastily formed mind link.

[I am, Jean. However, Laura is under the stage but where is Rachel? I saw her behind the stage but she and Ahab haven’t joined us on stage]

[Ahab is probably letting the hounds search the perimeter. Keeping a tight hold on security] Jean reasoned.

[With all of these troops and Sentinels he need not bother. This is not going to be easy Jean. We should have asked for help from the Avengers]

[Our reasons were sound. I do agree though. We have to trust Rachel will complete her job which will significantly help and whatever Kitty has planned should help too] Jean stated.

[Assuming Kitten can do it] Ororo warned.

[Let’s ask her. I can keep it narrow enough to keep the link open. I should be able to link Rachel in as well] Jean said.

[Kitty?] Jean asked opening Kitty’s mind up to the link.

[Jean, please tell me it’s time] Kitty’s answer came right back.

[Almost, can you activate whatever you have planned from here?] Storm interjected into the link.

[Yes I can] Kitty’s response was quick and full of assurance.

[Excellent Kitten. Keep calm and stay focused. Jean, we should loop Rachel in] Ororo suggested.

[I agree] Jean reached out just a little bit more. Making use of the skills Rachel taught her she kept her mind small and reached out. She found Rachel behind the curtain but still on the ground behind the stage.

[Rachel?] Jean called.

[Mom?] The answer was strong but tinged with tiredness.

[How are you holding up?] Jean asked. Trying to hold back on her motherly concern.

[I am fine Mom. Looks like this is the time to make our move] Rachel cut to the chase.

[That’s right. I am going to make the first move. When I do, you have a job to do. Are you up to it?] Jean batted away her own concern and needed to know if Rachel was good to go.

[I am ready] Rachel confirmed.

[Good. Be aware, you will see when it’s your time. Would you like me to link you in with Kitty and Ororo I have them linked together]

[No…… I need to center myself and gather my strength….. good luck Mom] Rachel’s tone was full of defiance and strength. Jean felt Rachel cut the connection before she could respond. Silently she wished her daughter luck as well.

[‘Ro?]

[Yes, Jean… is Rachel with us?] Came Storm’s reply.

[I talked to her and she is ready but she is not joining us in the link. She needs time] Jean left it unsaid that Rachel was still recovering from her tortures.

[Understood] Ororo’s reply.

[How did she sound?] Asked Kitty. Full of concern for her friend.

[Determined] Jean thought that was the only answer she could give that would Kitty an idea as to Rachel’s mindset.

[Good] Kitty’s reply was equally filled with determination.

[I am going to link Emma in] Jean said.

[Good idea] Ororo replied.

In the real world The Leader was standing at the podium. The leashes in his hand as he held both of his hands aloft. The cheering from the crowd was deafening but Jean kept her mind focused on the tasks at hand.

[Emma?]

[Would you look at this pompous ass Jean. Pics of us are going to be all over the internet for years] Emma complained in her customary cold and humorous fashion.

[One problem at a time Emma] That was Ororo in the mind link and there was a sense of chuckling coming from Kitty as well.

[Hush Kitten, Your pictures will be out there too] Emma warned but that stopped Kitty’s chuckling.

[That’s not funny Emma] Kitty replied back.

[The truth often isn’t child] Ororo interjected.

[Emma we need you ready, also could you let Psylocke and the others know. Things are going to get crazy] Jean stated.

[I will do so as soon as the action starts. Which I can guess when but I do not wish to have anything leak] Emma replied and the logic made sense to them all.

Jean and Emma remained in their begging positions to either side of the podium while the Leader still waited for the crowd noise to calm down. Behind them to their left and right were the other slaves. Laura with the Sinister clone was off to the side. She was not leashed at the moment but she was in full chains and restraints on her wrists and ankles.

Psylocke was standing with her arms crossed behind her back and her legs spread. Her Master openly pawing at her from behind. Kitty was with the Genengineer standing to the side with her arms crossed behind her back as well and her legs spread. Her leash tight in the Engineer’s hands while he seemed to be visibly restraining himself from groping her.

Rogue was similarly restrained and in a standing position but her Master was behind her and though his hands weren’t visible they seemed to be groping her ass. Rogue stood stoically but there was an uncomfortable look on her face. Paige was nude and in the same standing position with her arms crossed behind her back and her legs spread. Ororo was just being told to get into the same position with her arms just now crossing behind her back and her legs being spread.

The Leader had waited long enough, Jean could feel his pleasure and feel his need to start talking.

“Citizens of Genosha….” He began.

‘….. Today is a wonderful day. Today we celebrate the birth of a new Genosha. A return to a Genosha of prosperity and order. A Genosha of pure humanity. Today, we celebrate the victory over the mutants known as the X-Men….” The leader paused there to allow the crowd to cheer. With a wide sweeping gesture, the Leader took in the trucks parked within the crowd full of the captured women and then the giant sweeping gesture took in the X-Men on the stage.

Down below where the trucks were parked and the crowds were massed the captive X-Men women couldn’t help but watch, not able to do anything as they were taunted.

“….. They have already added to our infrastructure and beginning to produce for us. I hope you all forgive some of us for helping ourselves to some of the more well known and beautiful ones to help serve us… a little more personally” The Leader laughed and the rest of the crowd laughed at his words. Knowing full well to what he referred to. The Leader gripped on the leashes to Emma and Jean tightly and caused them to come up out of their squatting positions slightly before he relaxed and allowed them to go back to the same position.

“… I am thankful for your forgiveness. As you all can see this is being broadcast all over the world. So that all other mutants can see what their future holds. All mutants' natural position is to serve here in Genosha and we are happy to welcome them all home here from any government and region in the world.” The Leader took a breath. Looking directly ahead into the cameras set up across the way. He smiled and Jean had had enough.

[Now!!] She sent out a wide telepathic net to everyone in the area. Man and Women, any X-Men in the area would have heard it. All around the Sentinels keeping guard swiveled their heads to look onto the stage.

***

The words were out of her mind and instantly people burst into action. Kitty looked towards the podium where Jean was. She was getting to her feet. A stunned Leader looking at her with an expression of anger and disbelief. The slacking of his leash held to her collar seemed to jam his own hand up while Jean telekinetically grabbed the microphone from his hand and brought it into hers. Kitty reached up to the X insignia on her costume and double-tapped it. A signal was sent out to all who had the X on their costumes.

A slight blue light emanated out from the insignia. Women and Men of the X-Men all of the sudden were awake and aware. Kitty telepathically called to Jean to tell her that all the X-Men were free at the moment. Jean took a hold of the mic in her hand and sent out a telepathic call to all the X-Men. While all the Sentinels were turning their heads and beginning to move towards them.

[Wait X-Men] She called.

“Citizens of the world...” Jean started. Sentinels were done turning towards her and were powering up their weapons systems. There was an audible hum as they did so.

“You have allowed our children to die, watched as we were taken prisoner, blamed us for all of society's problems and still we X-Men fought and died for all. Mutants and Humans alike because we believe living in harmony with you no matter how much you hate us and how much the governments of the world have allowed it. Now you watch and celebrate as we are enslaved, made to do the labors you would rather not and for the females of us….” Jean motioned to all the females on the stage and all those in the trucks below.

“…. You allowed and watched unspeakable horrors committed to us. Know this, we will still fight for harmony and for the planet because that is who we are. But we will not forget this” Jean finished. Just as she finished she erected a shield with her telekinetic around the stage while the Sentinels began to fire.

[Now] Jean sent out.

All around all hell broke loose.

***

[Now] The message from her mother came in loud and clear. Rachel was still behind the stage. On a leash at the feet of Ahab, it was the command she had been waiting for. All around the hounds of Ahab were converging on the stage to prevent Jean from escaping.

With that word, Rachel sent a telekinetic blast at Ahab. It shattered the chain acting as a leash on her collar and sent him flying over one hundred feet away. Rachel aimed for a set of rocks not too far away. He landed with a smash and a crack. Rachel smiled as the gathered hounds around her and closed her eyes.

Back at the Avengers mansion when she and her mother had gone up against the telepaths of the hounds to reveal them around the mansion Rachel had another mission that she accomplished while she had done it. She had identified all the hounds' connections to Ahab and with some delicate work, she would be able to sever the connection and revert them to their normal selves.

First up she targeted Logan. In the astral plane, Rachel sought out Logan. It was easy as he was one of the closest hounds to her at the time. Finding him she took out an imaginary pair of scissors on the astral plane and began to cut. The severing of the leash on the plane brought Logan out of the hound costume in the real world.

Momentarily disoriented, Logan looked to see Rachel on the ground right before him. Sitting down, she was clearly not in her physical body. He unsheathed his claws and waited to defend her from all the approaching hounds. Some distance away Ahab was twisted on the rocks but not broken. He coughed up blood and got himself to his feet. A rage overcoming as he shouted for his hounds.

Wolverine looked around and opened his mind. There he found Jean barking orders.

[Emma you have to put those soldiers to sleep….. Scott our people need freeing from those trucks. Take Rogue and Paige with you. Kitty phase them through the telekinetic field…. I’ll deal with the Sentinels for the moment]

[Jeanie??] Logan called.

[Logan? Excellent. How’s Rachel, do you see her?] Jean responded.

[She’s right here but I think she’s on the mental plane or whatever.]

[She’s freeing the hounds. You have to keep her safe. We have Sentinels and troops approaching from all over]

[On it Jean] Logan replied.

Back on the Astral plane Rachel looked at the hounds nearest to her and found Gambit and Cannonball. She severed their connections and reverted them to normal. Wolverine immediately had Cannonball go out to Jean while he recruited Gambit to help protect Rachel.

“I smell troops approaching, Cajun,” Logan said.

“Let them come mon ami,” Gambit charged up rocks around him and grabbed a piece of metal pipe used for the staging of the platform to use as a weapon.

[Jeanie we are about to be overrun here, Me and the Cajan will do our best but any backup would be appreciated] Logan sent through the mind link.

There was a strain from Jean as the Sentinels were now hammering away with energy blast after energy blast on her shield.

[Keep who you feel is good. The hounds are appearing from everywhere and converging on your location. I’ll see if Rachel can hurry up] Jean sent before turning to find her daughter.

[Rachel?]

[Little busy Mom….. The first couple of severs were easy but now the telepaths are fighting back I need to find them and cut them]

[I understand but your body is being guarded by Logan and Gambit and they are in one harry fight] Jena warned.

[Fine then…. Time to use everything. I was hoping to help after….. but Mom I am going to need some help after this] Rachel stated back.

[Understood] Jean sent back.

[Logan?]

In the real world, Logan and Gambit were busy dodging explosions and taking Rachel away from them.

[Yes Jean]

[Get ready and protect my daughter] Jean declared.

[Always Jeanie] Logan said while he was engaged with a couple of soldiers.

“Remy, protect Rachel at all costs!!!!” Logan roared over the soldiers fighting.

“Of course!” Gambit called while he dodged and flipped over a couple of attacking troops.

On the astral plane, Rachel stopped looking for individual people and just stood still. Closing her eyes on the plane was more about concentration than anything else. Reaching out with her senses she could feel the power Emma, Psylocke and her Mother were exerting in their efforts to fight for freedom. She could see them clearly on the plane.

Jean was standing with the Leader in a heap at her feet Her hands outstretched as she projected a telekinetic field around the stage. Protecting all within including Emma who was dipping in and out of the astral plane putting soldiers to sleep and encouraging civilians to leave the area. Psylocke was outside the field and with her, Rachel could feel her father Cyclops making way towards the trucks full of her fellow X-Men. Some had blown out of their containers looking to help their friends but were falling under assault from Sentinels and troops.

Through Psylocke’s eyes, she saw them arrive at one truck full of containers that hadn’t been broken out of yet. Inside the first one that Psylocke and Cyclops sized up was Magik. Her belly looked a little full between the bars that held her in. Her mouth feeder kept her docile while her arms were restrained tightly behind. The metallic bikini with the hose attached was still vibrating around. Cyclops had seen enough and with one blast shattered the container and the one behind. Psylocke unlocked Magik from the container and the X-Men fell to the ground and needed a moment to get herself together while Psylocke watched over her.

Around the other side, Cyclops was helping the freed Dazzler to her feet while Sentinels loomed down. Rachel wanted to help them but she had other things to worry about. She spread her consciousness out and over the entire city and spotted all the hounds of Ahab. They were spread out over almost the entire city but they were coming back with all speed towards the hound master.

She identified every single one of them. She had done this once before but she had her mother with her at that time. This time she was on her own. She was injured and nowhere near full strength but there was something within her that told her her full strength now was much higher than had been in quite some time. Rachel felt like she had almost the same amount of power to command as she had when she was apart of the Phoenix but she wasn’t sure her body would be able to handle the raw energy.

“Rachel whatever you're going to do, do it now!!” Rachel heard Logan pleading with her.

She knew why. Hovering over their location were the hound forms of Angel and Colossus, which meant they were very close and closing on their location was Cable, Banshee and Warpath all in hound forms. Rachel stretched out with her senses and touched the minds of all the remaining hounds and pulled on the invisible leashes that the telepaths had established for Ahab to gain control.

It felt like she was pulling the moon from orbit. Her body strained as she called on more and more power to rip the leashes from all the hounds. In the real world, a soldier had her lined up in his sights and pulled the trigger. A bullet was racing for her head until Logan intervened and took it in the shoulder. He roared and tore the gun from his hand and then threw him to the side. Rachel’s body slumped to the ground, a drop of blood coming from her nose.

[COME ON!!] Rachel cried on the astral plane. All the invisible leashes became visible. She took hold of them in both her hands. On the astral plane she held the leashes controlling all of the hounds in her hands but she could not break them. She flared her power, again and again, trying to break them but she could not. The telepaths fighting back. Cable, her brother was fighting with all his might to stop her but Rachel would not be denied.

[I AM PHOENIX!!!!!] Rachel cried. The leashes on the plane that led back to Ahab flared red on the plane and began to superheat. Her form on the astral plane took on the mythical and all-too-real look of the Phoenix. She was not the Phoenix force but to her, it was the ultimate expression of her power so it was manifesting as that on the plane.

In the real world, the Phoenix raptor flared around her. A Sentinel that was bearing down on her, Gambit and Logan was engulfed in the flames. The flames of the Phoenix seemed to know who was friend and foe. It took out all the troops racing towards them As the leashes burned away in the astral plane the hounds reverted to their normal selves. The Phoenix flames sparring them as they re-orientated to themselves. Angel and Colossus were the first and then Cable, Warpath and Banshee. The rest all over the city reverted to their normal selves.

On the stage, Jean was fighting the Sentinels, barely keeping them at bay with her own field when the roar and flames of the Phoenix spread outward. Sparing all of the X-Men on the stage and even the elites they had called Master but the Sentinels firing down on Jean were destroyed in an instant. As fast as it all happened the flames subsided and drew back into Rachel.

Rachel collapsed, her back hitting the ground from her sitting position. Blood pouring from her nose and her eyes blank. Her astral form gone from the plane. Logan, Gambit huddled around her to see if she was breathing.

A stunned Jean on the stage reached out with her senses to find her daughter but found nothing.

“RACHEL!!!!!” She cried and raced behind the curtain to see Gambit and Logan over her. Emma, Kitty and others followed. The Sentinels that were nearby were destroyed but more were coming.

In the distance, Ahab was approaching with a menacing look in his eyes but he didn’t seem to notice that all his hounds were reverting back to normal. There were no more leashes to be seen in his hands. Still too far to really play into anything at the moment Jean and the others ignored him. Rachel was barely breathing when she reached her. Ororo by her side blasting winds in all directions to keep troops from gathering on their section. Cyclops and Havoc’s blasts were lighting up the daytime sky in all directions.

“She’s going to be fine Jeanie…. We won't be unless you have a ride out of here’ Logan warned.

“Really the plan was to break everyone up and leave with overwhelming force but we didn’t count on Sentinels” Ororo conceded.

“Better make a new one darlin',” Logan smiled at those around him.

[Scott, grab the X-Men and rendezvous with us behind the stage] Jean sent out. She got a confirmation return from him. Soon the X-Men were flooding back behind the stage, asking about Rachel’s wellness as they saw her on the ground.

“I am afraid we are going to have to power our way through this’ Ororo stated. Landing next to Jean and Scott. Everyone was still in their slave uniforms. The men were at least covered in the Genosha servant bodysuit that they all were outfitted with but the women were predominantly nude. It led to some awkward looks but the problem at hand was so large that no one was paying it any more attention than a minor inconvenience.

“Jean can you link with Psylocke and the other telekinetics and give our people a shield?] Ororo asked.

Jean had to take her face away from Rachel to nod towards them all.

“That is some odds ‘Ro” Logan stated the obvious but even with him saying it. It meant the odds were far worse.

“Any better ideas my friend?” Ororo answered back.

Logan looked around with a shake of his head. His claws unsheathed he roared while Storm’s lightning began to form a perimeter around the group.

Troops were massing and the Sentinels were coming closer and closer. There were hundreds of them and more on the horizon. Jean and the rest knew there was really no hope. Even on their best day against all those Sentinels, they didn’t have a chance to get away but they were not about to let themselves be enslaved again. The Sentinels were almost within firing range. Everyone was tensed and ready. Rachel moaned and opened her eyes.

“Did we win?’ She asked weakly.

“Not yet but you got our friends back to us” Jean embraced her daughter. Pushing her into her shoulder and crying while holding the hand of Cyclops.

“Can you stand?’ That was the rough voice of Cable, with more then a hint of concern in his voice.

Rachel looked out over her mother's shoulder to see him. Thankful that he was no longer a hound she looked around and saw most of the X-Men looking down on her. She nodded and with help stood. She took in the damage all around her.

“You guys have been busy,” Rachel remarked.

“That was all you” Jean replied and held her hand.

“Oh….. Cool” Rachel responded which caused some smiles and chuckles among them all. She barely turned to look around at everyone when a blur appeared and embraced her in a hug. A tight and everlasting hug that Rachel didn’t really want to end but she had to when she noticed the Sentinels coming closer.

“Kitty….. I am fine” Rachel pushed her friend away from the hug.

“I know…. Just good to see you up” Kitty released her hold on Rachel.

“Barely” Rachel managed a smile while she took hold of Kitty’s hand and squeezed.

“Don’t suppose you can do that again darlin',” Logan was walking towards her. Where he had gotten a cigar from nobody knew but he bit on it from the side of his mouth while he walked towards Jean and Rachel.

“Give me a minute” Rachel managed to say.

“Sure darlin” Logan winked and when he reached her he embraced her.

“Good to see you on your feet and thanks for the save…. Leave the rest to us though will ya” Logan said.

“Only because you asked nicely,” Rachel said. She got a squeeze of her shoulder first by Logan and then by Jean while she took a half step forward. Supported by Jean and Scott.

The Sentinels were now within range. Jean and Psylocke and the other telekinetics were linking themselves into a bubble to protect everyone but it was a stopgap measure. Storms lightning was taken a toll on the troops and seemed to be slowing the Sentinels but they were still coming. Everyone looked up at the approaching machines and looked with tired and sullen eyes. Everyone knew that this was their end but they were going to go out fighting. Even Rachel with her body and mind completely spent knew this was the end. She felt like she had nothing left to give and was only going to drag those down around her.

***

Above the city center, a lone figure dropped from the sky. Moving quickly through the air the figure was incredibly slowing as it dropped. Clad in only a black flight suit looking design the figure took in the chaos below. Damaged and destroyed Sentinels were in heaps in a circle around the large stage setup. More and more Sentinels were coming out of the air and advancing on the stage.

Monet St.Croix was a mutant and most importantly at the moment, she was an X-Man. Blessed with increased strength, speed, flight and the last gift she used now. Telepathy, she stopped her fall down to earth and hovered in the air out of range of the Sentinels and took in the situation.

[Jean? Betsy? Rachel? Emma? Anyone?] She sent out a telepathic call. She was not a very gifted telepath but from this range, she should be able to contact any telepath still alive down there.

[M?] The contact was from Emma and Jean. She made contact just before a visible shield was erected on a small area just behind the main stage. M reasoned that was where they were.

[Jean? Is that you guys with the shield down there?] M asked.

[That’s right. M, you shouldn’t be here] Emma was the one to reply.

[Save it, Ms. Frost. I am not alone]

“M to Dani” M touched an earpiece to connect with the former new mutant.

“Dani here M. What you got?”

“They are still alive but not for long. You ready?” M responded.

“Me and Lorna are ready. I got confirmation from the others just before you contacted. You get the ball rolling and we will follow”

“Fun” M smiled in the air and looked for her target. Spotting a Sentinel towards the front of the pack M took aim.

[Look out below] She sent while she gathered speed and reached the Sentinel. With her strength and speed, the head of the Sentinel exploded in a great wash of metal and lubricants. Directly below was the shielded X-Men. She sent a wave and a wink as she flew past. Sentinels taking off after her.

[Monet what are you doing?] Emma sent.

[Patience Ms. Frost] M sent, dodging energy beams from chasing Sentinels.

The Sentinels chasing M began to dissolve under some unseen pressure. Until a sphere could be seen moving through the air revealed Polaris. With her control, she was taking care of the Sentinels chasing Monet.

[Lorna you have other duties] Jean warned through a mind link.

[Patience Jean. My duties are to protect the next generation of mutants and that includes you and your daughter and all others]

Rachel was barely standing but she was paying attention to the mental messages.

[Lorna you can’t be here] Rachel managed to send.

[Rache, you have done a great job let's finish it… I brought a friend… or two] Lorna winked through the mind link. Rachel was confused for a moment before a blur ran in front of the field that Jean and others had erected. A series of explosions taking out a couple of Sentinels announced the arrival of another into the contest.

[Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch…. I am sorry about your father] Jean sent through the link.

[Our father died as he lived. To protect mutant kind] Polaris interjected.

[Doesn’t mean we can’t take out some idiots for the fun of it though] Quicksilver sent through the link.

The explosion of another Sentinel announced the arrival of the Scarlet Witch into the scene.

[Wanda you and Quicksilver are Avengers, this can get bad for you] Jean sent towards them.

[Let us worry about that] Wanda sent back while she engaged another Sentinel. Even with the reinforcements, they were badly outnumbered and more Sentinels were on the horizon.

Rachel got to her feet and felt the power in her mind. Felt it coursing through her body that made her stand taller and impossibly float from the ground. She knew her physical body was torn and wrecked and quite possibly beyond repair but these Sentinels would keep coming and she felt the need to make sure that what happened in her future would not happen here.

The very thought of Sentinels made her angry. To see so many of them reminded her too much of her youth. Reaching inside of her much to Jean and everyone else around her dismay she lashed out once more with her power. Giving every Sentinel in the area a taste of her anger. They began to crash down around her. She got a hint of amusement from M through the mind link and awe from Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch but from Lorna, she got the sense of loss. Rachel wasn’t sure what that meant until she felt the ground suddenly with her feet again and then on the side of her face.

[Finish it] She managed to say out into the mind link. Rachel didn’t pass out but she felt all the strength leave her. Jean took her once more in her arms and cried. She felt the presence of Cyclops, Storm, Kitty, and Logan around her and for the first time felt at home.

[Should have let us handle it] Lorna’s tone through the link was severe and disapproving. Still thinking of Rachel as a kid who needed to be protected just like she had been when they fought the Shi’ar.

[You can regroup now and get everyone to safety] Rachel sent.

[She’s right Rachel…. We would have found a way] Jean sent. Her own strength coming through in a fiery blaze. Rachel knew her mother could have done the exact same thing without putting as much stress on her body but Rachel knew she would never have forgiven herself if she hadn’t given all she could.

***

In the rubble that was the main stage, The Leader brought himself to his feet. Rage and instinct keeping him from lapsing back into unconsciousness. To his right under a bit more rubble was the Genengineer who seemed to be breathing but was still out of it. He looked around to see where his traitorous slaves had gone to.

Over the horizon, he could see his Sentinels massing almost on his very spot which meant that his slaves had to be very close by. Sentinel after sentinel was arriving but they were being held up by the persistence of the mutants and what looked to be arriving allies. Up on his feet, he stumbled towards the Engineer. He reached down he pushed him awake, ignoring his cries of pain that he was in.

The Leader tried to get him to his feet. The Leader could feel a change in the air. Sentinels were arriving all around him and locking their weapons on an area that would have been directly behind the stage. With squinted eyes, he could make out a gathering of people there. Some of whom he recognized as X-Men. The change in the air felt like there was less of it to breathe for a moment before a huge wash of energy spread out from the area where the X-Men were and took out all the Sentinels in the area.

The wave washed over him and the Engineer who was crying from the pain without any effect. Back towards where the media stage still impossibly stood members of the media who still braved the chaos watched as it ashed over them with little effect. Sentinels though came crashing down one after another and exploding all around. Such raw power could only have been his slave Jean thought the Leader but when he turned to look at the gathering once more he saw in the center his slave on her knees cradling the one Ahab had taken. The one called Rachel, who The Leader had written off as secondary powers and fame.

“Get up you fool. How are they fighting?” The Leader demanded of the Engineer. The man simply looked at the Leader with a blank stare. Frustrated the Leader through the man back to the ground. Reaching into his belt pocket he picked up a comlink and activated it.

“This is the Leader, all units converge on my spot. The mutants are within my sight” He called. Over the link. Knowing that his personal voice would be activating security and his remaining staff to follow his orders.

“Yes, Sir!” The eventual reply came over the radio.

***

Lorna and M arrived with the assembled X-Men and other mutants to begin shepherding them away from the park.

“Lorna you had orders,” Cyclops said.

“Yes, the children are safe in an area where I think even you would be happy at” Lorna dismissively said. The green-haired woman raced past Cyclops and enveloped his brother Havoc in a hug.

“Why is it always Genosha?” Havoc said with a smile on his face before he was taken for a kiss by Lorna. All around the assembled mutants slightly turned their heads to allow them their private moment. Cyclops coughed to bring them all back to the moment.

“Do you have an exit strategy?” Cyclops asked while helping some mutants up and following in behind where M was taking them all away from the park. Jean had Rachel in a telekinetic field. Levitating her in front of her while Kitty and Storm guarded on both sides.

A squadron of Sentinels landed in their pay. At Jean’s count, there were fifteen there with what seemed to be another dozen on the horizon about to land and reinforce them.

“Where are all of these Sentinels coming from?” Asked Ororo.

“A question for another time” Jean stated.

Cyclops opened up with his optic blast on one of them but all it seemed to do was irritate them. All of the assembled mutants leaped into battle. Kitty stayed with Jean and Rachel while Storm took to the skies to stop the approaching Sentinels. She dodged blast after blast from them while she hurled lightning at them.

In spite of all of their attacks, the Sentinels were only down a couple while some mutants lay on the ground in pain. The Sentinels seemed to be fighting to capture still as opposed to killing which suited Jean just fine. She saw in the distance yet more of the machines racing through the sky towards them. Ororo took a hit and fell from the sky Jean thought of reaching out and grabbing her with her telekinetic but before she did Angel swooped in and took hold of her.

All around the X-Men and the freed mutants were fighting but they were being driven back. Behind them were more Sentinels and troops rushing into the gap they once were. Jean could spot the Leader there as well as Ahab who seemed to be walking with a limp and the aid of a crutch of some sort. The Engineer was there as well, walking with the aid of a soldier on either side of him.

Frustrated and cornered Jean set Rachel down on the ground and reached out. She sent waves of telekinetic power out in front of them to blast away the Sentinels. Cyclops and Logan looked back to the source and raced to Jean’s side to support her.

Jean cleared a path through the Sentinels that the mutants were racing through. The other Sentinels were still coming from the distance and from behind. Jean collapsed to one knee and reached out to Rachel. She was still conscious and awe-inspired from watching what Jean had just done. No sooner had the X-Men cleared the fallen Sentinels then more arrived to block their path. More fell to the ground in the first volleys of powers and Jean knew this was a losing battle.

Still in the same place where she had dropped Rachel Jean reached down to grab ahold of her daughter's shoulder with love while Cyclops and Logan raced ahead to fight the Sentinels. Kitty reappeared next to them and took Rachel’s arm over one shoulder while Jean took the other.

Too wasted from the power at the moment to try and lift her with her telekinesis, Jean and Kitty started to walk towards the other Mutants. Behind them the other Sentinels with the Leader and his troops were approaching at a much quicker pace and would reach them before Jean, Kitty and Rachel would rejoin with the other X-Men. Overhead a flanking trio of Sentinels flew by the three mutants and landed, blocking their path back towards the X-Men.

[Get out now!!] Jean called through the mind link.

[Jean darling, there would be a mutiny if we left you behind] Emma called through the open link.

[No time for debates Emma, get our people to safety. The three of us lost is better than all] Jean’s words were harsh but fair. Emma opened the link up to Scott.

[Jean! We can fight back towards you,] Cyclops called.

[I can get to them,] Called Nathan.

[NO!!!!!] Rachel’s call through the link was strong and completely belayed the frail person who was being supported by her mother and best friend.

[Get out now! Mom is right! Get out. Dad, Nathan…… come back for us if you can but right now you have to lead the rest of us away from here] Rachel stated.

[She’s right slim] Logan answered.

[Doesn’t mean I have to like it] Cyclops said.

[Or me] Cable affirmed.

***

Jean and Kitty with Rachel in their hands turned to face the incoming Sentinels and troops of the Leader. Rachel’s eyes fluttered open and closed until she caught sight of Ahab. Her body became rigid and she summoned the strength from somewhere to stand on her own.

“I will meet this monster on my own power,” Rachel proclaimed. Kitty and Jean released their hold on her.

“Do we fight?” Kitty asked.

Jean looked around and saw that they were boxed in. With her and Rachel’s powers still recovering and Kitty couldn’t phase them all out of there, Jean made a choice.

“No we don’t fight but we keep their attention. Give the others more time without this lot at their backs” Jean reasoned.

“I’m not surrendering to him” Rachel pointed towards Ahab who had a sinister look on his face as they approached.

“You do what you need to Rachel,” Jean said. Rachel turned to her mother and they both had fire in their eyes. Kitty took a step back.

“Okay don’t go full Dark Phoenix on me. I am not exactly looking forward to being that man's pet again” Kitty pointed towards the Engineer who was now walking on his own power. Seemingly spurred on at the prospect of recapturing his pet.

“No promises” Jean replied with a hint of amusement in her tone. Rachel and Kitty laughed while the troops and Sentinels advanced. Jean took a look behind her beyond the Sentinels blocking her path and saw that the X-Men were fighting their way forward.

[Fight hard and fight towards the docks Emma. I can sense help arriving there] Jean sent.

[How do you know?] Emma’s return statement was full of strain while she had to switch out of her diamond form and avoid injury while using her telepathy.

[I can sense on the outreaches a familiar mind coming into range there…. Someone who sympathizes and someone we told not to come]

[How very cryptic. We will get free and come back for you three]

[Kitty could leave now if she wanted really she could phase through the Earth] Jean said.

[I am not sure Katherine would like to do that. The last time was very difficult for her and since returning from space she has a hard enough time to bring herself back into her solid form] Emma explained.

[Good point…. Be well Emma and take care of them] Jean sent.

[Always my dear] Emma winked and Jean felt her switch to her diamond form and sever the connection between them.

The sky was full of Sentinels arriving all around Jean, Rachel and Kitty. They seemed to be forming up and further completing the surrounding of the three before they moved off to do battle with the retreating mutants.

The Leader, the Engineer and Ahab were all moving with a fair degree of speed with troops in support of their position. Rachel stood firm with her jaw set. Kitty looked around evaluating the circumstance and Jean looked to them both and then back to the Leader.

He was going to be quite pleased with himself when it was all said and done to have escaped with three. Though Rachel would no doubt be taken from him and back into the hound Masters clutches.

There was a sound of something breaking the sound barrier overhead. Jean looked up and saw ships appearing in the sky above the Sentinels who were still flying but their gigantic heads were turning to take in the newcomers. Jean didn’t recognize the ships and simply took them to be more of the Genosha military that they had somehow managed to get a hold of.

“Attention Genosha. This is King T'Challa of Wakanda. You have abducted my wife and honorary citizens of my nation. You will return them to us right now or it will be war between us” The booming voice came from all the ships, no doubt being sent through all sorts of speaker systems attached. Jean smiled and for a brief moment thought she might get out of this with her freedom intact.

Sentinels that were still arriving all-around turned all their heads skyward. Jean heard something being said by the Leader but he was still too far away for her to hear it. She tried to enter his mind but found all the minds of the approaching people shielded from her.

It wasn’t long until she knew or guessed what had been said. The Sentinels opened fire on the Wakandan ships. The ships took the brunt of their directed energy and then returned fire in kind. The Sentinels and the ships were so busy exchanging fire that Jean noticed the X-Men had gone from her vision.

A touch of Cyclops's mind showed that they were coming into the harbor and seeing the red white and blue uniform of Captain America and a host of Avengers greeting them with transports coming ashore. Unfortunately for Jean, Rachel and Kitty, the Sentinels around them closed ranks and literally had them in their sights. Any movement and she was sure they would be taken out quite quickly.

The Leader and his smiling face were now hurrying quickly towards them. Rachel was beside her in between herself and Kitty. She took a step forward and Jean put an arm out over her chest to stop her but she might as well as tried to stop the wind from blowing. Rachel’s step forward was followed by another which caused the Sentinels to close ranks further. The energy weapons on them coming alive but not firing at the moment.

“Rache…. What are you doing?” Kitty asked while putting herself into a ready stance.

“Captain America and the Avengers are getting our friends away. Now I can do something I should have done years ago” Rachel’s strength in her voice belied the shaky legs she stood on.

Jean got a flash in her mind of what Rachel was planning to do only a second before it happened. She knew Rachel was too talented even with her strength failing her to let that thought slip. Jean knew she did it to warn Jean but so quickly did she move that Jean had no chance to stop her. Rachel leaped in front of them all and gathered her power to her in a small narrow field around her hand which she held up and directed at Ahab.

Jean could barely get out a word before the raw strength and power of her blast shattered the ground around them and even took off the hands of some of the Sentinels that had their weapons trained on them. The blast shot forth from her straight towards the three approaching leaders. The Leader had a look of stunned silence on him and the Engineer tried to cower behind him while Ahab looked dumbfounded.

He didn’t have that look on his face for long. The beam of energy shot towards him only and encompassed him. He glowed brightly for a moment before he vanished. Rachel fell to the ground with a smile on her face so wide that Jean thought perhaps her daughter was slightly evil because of the apparent death of her longtime nemesis.

“Rache what did you just do?” Kitty asked. There was a concern in her voice, not too different from Jean's question echoing in her head.

“Sent him home,” Rachel said through her wide grin.

“Home?…. Like the future?” Kitty asked.

“No, his future…. Your future” Jean clarified for Rachel. The images in her mind that Rachel had leaked out becoming clearer in her mind.

“Yep,” Rachel was glowing with a self-satisfaction Jean had never seen in her.

“But We re-programmed all the Sentinels there to protect mutant-kind,” Kitty said.

“Really?” Jean asked.

“Yeah, When we were apart of Excalibur”

“That’s right…. he’s going to hate it” Rachel laughed and though they were surrounded by Sentinels and the Leader and The Engineer had regained their wits and were advancing on them again, they all laughed.

Above them, the Wakandan ships were disengaging from the conflict while Jean touched Scott’s mind and saw that he and the rest of the X-Men were on a transport under escort and heading out to sea. Cyclops caught the touch and promised they would return. Jean smiled at him and then returned her thoughts to what lay in front of her. The Leader and the Engineer were now directly in front of them. Only a few feet away. Sentinels and troops all around, Rachel still laughed on the ground while Kitty had a more serious look on her face now.

“Well done slaves but you are ours” The Leader sneered. The Engineer seemed to want to cower behind the troops afraid of the power they could still bring but Rachel though happy and laughing had nothing left and Kitty could certainly deal with a lot of troops, they were in no shape.

Jean herself felt like she could take out a fair number of the Sentinels before she would be completely spent and that would have left her completely undefended against the remaining Sentinels and troops.

Jean held her hands out to be cuffed while the Leader motioned for some troops to come forward to do just that. A pack of troops of about fifty came forward with three people holding power dampening cuffs. With speed, they took Jean’s hands and placed the cuffs around her wrists in front of her body.

Rachel was next, she didn’t resist as they did the same to her and finally Kitty who struggled a little from their touches more than anything before she was also cuffed. The Leader then was full of confidence and walked forward towards Jean.

The Engineer too was now sure of himself again and walked towards Kitty. The Leader reached back with his right hand and slapped Jean across the face. The force was powerful enough to rock Jean causing her to fall to one knee briefly before she sprang back up.

Hate and rage welling in her, he looked at her. Daring her to strike back but she refused and for her refusal, she got another hard slap to her face from the opposite side. This time she was prepared and didn’t flinch.

“Good, breaking you instead of just brainwashing you will be so much sweeter” The Leader laughed. He clicked his fingers and some troops behind him came charging forward.

One of them had a long pole-like object that they fastened to Jean’s black matte collar and passed it to the Leader who started to walk off with her in tow. It was like a long catchpole used to capture dogs thought Jean as she was led away from Rachel and Kitty.

The Engineer raced towards Kitty after the cuffs had been applied to her and took her by the shoulders and forced her to her knees. Kitty looked up in disgust at the Engineer and simply looked away when he told her that she was going to be severely punished.

Still laughing Rachel was pulled to her feet by some soldiers after her cuffing and taken in stride behind the Leader who pulled on Jean’s new pole leash harshly. The soldiers had Rachel by both arms leading her behind the Leader.

The Engineer was coming up behind slowly, with a crawling Kitty at his feet. Her movements awkward and slow because of her hands being cuffed. The stage was destroyed and the media were barely there on the opposing stage. The Leader simply waved at them as he led the captured mutants past them. The media took some pictures and those that had working video cameras captured what they could while they passed by.

“You three have cost me dearly and you will pay” The Leader grumbled. Pulling hard on the pole leash once more.

“You gave my daughter to the very definition of her nightmares. I’ve only just begun to pay you back” Jean dared to roar so loudly that the recording video cameras could hear. The Leader pulled on the leash bringing Jean up to stand next to him. He smiled at her and looked her up and down.

“You did so much damage looking like a slut and now your maternal instincts kick in” The Leader laughed.

“Take the collar and cuffs off and I’ll show you damage” Jean stared coldly into his eyes as she challenged him.

“Take mine off and I’ll reduce all these Sentinels to garbage containers” Rachel's laughter had died down as she stared up towards the Leader and Jean. Somehow even with the power dampening cuffs on her eyes blazed red. When the Leader managed to take his eyes from her to look closer at Jean he noticed her eyes lit with the same fire.

“I’ll make sure none of these soldiers will ever be able to enjoy themselves again” Kitty’s eyes and body language came up to stand next to Rachel. Her entire body blazing with fierceness as well. Looking up from the ground where she was being forced to crawl.

The Leader took all three of them in with his eyes and then smiled widely and with great enthusiasm.

“Your entire race will learn their place…… for now, I can live with starting with you three.”

The Leader smiled.

***

One month later.

Despite pressure from countries and from groups like the Avengers and the Fantastic Four, The Leader and the Engineer remained in Genosha. They remained in power and most importantly and distressingly to the hero community, they remained in possession of Jean, Rachel and Kitty.

As the countries and interests around the world took sides, Genosha was gaining support from areas openly and secretly hostile to the mutant community. The army of Sentinels was already replenished from the battle. There were thousands more. Wakanda remained on alert with such an openly hostile nation so close.

The Queen Storm had been seen in Wakanda every day while her husband and her country raged at the treatment of not only her but her friends who remained in bondage. The region was on a knife's edge. The Leader and the Engineer had barely been seen since the last few glimpses of them and the three remaining captured mutants during the confrontation in Hammer Bay.

Tensions were high, it had prevented any more incursions into the country from the wider superhero community though there were rumors of an attempted assassination of the Leader by a blue-skinned mutant. The mutant and the Leader were fine after the confrontation, with the mutant disappearing.

In the country, the populace was firmly behind the Leader though they were suffering from employment and supply shortages. They didn’t seem to care. The few who had been outspoken about the treatment of the mutants had quietly disappeared.

The Leader and the Engineer were in the complex in the mountain attending to their duties and charges out of the eyes of the media and the population.

In his lab, the Engineer worked without much sleep. Trying to ascertain how his slave had been able to override the commands. He had asked of course and she had told him that she had justified it by it being a help to him as it was a humiliation to all the former X-Men but he refused to admit that his programming was so easily defeated no matter how intelligent his slave was. So the Engineer sat in his lab hunched over a computer going over the coding.

While down below in the main loading area where the majority of the complex workers entered and exited his slave Kitty stood staked out in a pillory. Her feet locked in a pillory and her head downcast.

Underneath her, a mirror showed her reflection back to her all day. Kitty was nude now. Nude since the day after the attempted escape. The Engineer had marched her back into the machine and had all the programming removed, after a thorough interrogation of course. The only thing she now wore was the power dampening collar that had replaced the cuffs.

Since the first day, she hadn’t seen or heard anything about Jean or Rachel. The power dampening on the two telepaths made no mind links possible and for the first time since being here, she felt completely alone. Not even during her time spent on the fucking machines in the closet was as bad as this. At least with the pillory forcing her head downwards, she didn’t see anyone who was walking by or even gawking at her.

Except she faced a far more powerful and personal humiliation. The look of her own face and body in the mirror. Collared and captive in the very heart of the people who had sworn to enslave her entire race. Her lower back ached and her arms and ankles throbbed in pain. She wasn’t sure how long she had been like this but she had counted at least four shift changes.

She could hear the sounds of more people moving in and around her but beyond that, she had no idea how much time had passed. There wasn’t even a vibe in her pussy or a plug in her ass. Even her mouth was open but she had learned quickly that when she spoke it attracted people and that was something she did not want. So she stood, hunched over in the stocks with nothing to keep her company. Waiting for something, anything while she looked at her face in the mirror and saw that she was getting more and more drawn and fatigued.

“God I hope he just kills me” Kitty whispered to herself.

***

Jean was in the Leader’s room that overlooked the entire valley below. She looked around, taking everything in this morning. The Leader had woken early in the morning and departed., leaving her with instructions.

Jean just stood in the middle of the living room. Naked of course, except for the power dampening collar around her throat and the chains connecting her hands and ankles together. There was a long larger chain that was bolted into a large eyelet on the floor of the kitchen.

Jean had had multiple looks at that eyelet over the past couple of weeks and had tried to remove the chains from it without any success. It looked and appeared solid. Even with her powers, Jean was sure she would have a little problem with it which spoke to how well built it was.

His orders for the day were simple. Clean the apartment and be waiting for him by the door when she was done. She was to kneel with her legs and knees spread and her hands on her thighs, palms up and head down. This was no different than the instructions for the past couple of days now.

At first, Jean resisted and refused to be the man's maid but it resulted in hours upon hours of torture. Strapped on a cross in the dungeon while he whipped her at first with nothing more than a soft crop but after she had tormented him with insults and sneers he had moved onto bamboo canes. An hour of caning had left her crying on the cross with welts up and down her body but still, she refused to relent to his demands.

Then she had been taken to a cage and placed inside. The cage was small and barely had enough space for her. There was nothing else in there and she was left there for days. No water, or food the X-Man was willing to do pretty much anything for a drop of water after that. Still, though, she refused to even kiss the man's foot when he commanded it.

“Screw you!!” She had roared at him from inside the cage.

He had smiled and left the room. Coming back after about an hour or so, rolling a video screen in and turning on the screen. She saw Rachel was on the screen, strapped to a metal slab with heat lights hanging over her. The image would zoom in and show that the heat was not only making her sweat and perspire but there were already burns appearing on her body, legs and arms. Rachel was screaming into the void.

There was no audio but Jean thrashed in her cage trying to get at him. He had agreed to release her from the torture if she agreed to be nicer. Since that time every time she tried to stand up to him, he simply mentioned Rachel.

So without delay after her little trip down memory lane, Jean got to work. Cleaning and ordering the apartment the Leader, and by extension herself, lived in. The rattling of her chains was a constant reminder of her current predicament.

In the first couple of days of her doing this, she had attempted to turn the TV on and get some news from the outside world. Desperate to confirm that everyone had gotten away. Though she was certain they had she needed a secondary confirmation. Unfortunately, the television in the apartment was all local stations and all propaganda. Though she noted they never mentioned the mass escape beyond more than calling it a terrorist attack in the city and the majority of them were still unaccounted for.

There was no radio and nothing to connect to the internet so she had to turn off the television after a segment on the powerful new Leader of the country had made her physically sick. Every moment she spent obeying his commands she felt just as sick but the images of Rachel ran through her mind and who knew what had happened to poor Kitty. At least she comforted herself with the reasonable knowledge that it was a pretty successful rescue and besides Erik who gave his life so that Jean and Rachel could originally get away there hadn’t been another casualty that at least she knew of.

Jean waited at the door to the suite with her hands on her thighs. Kneeling with her legs spread and her head down just as he wished. Waiting for him after a day of doing her duties. Disgusted with herself but somewhat content that Rachel was alright. The Leader would be back at any moment so Jean refused to move.

“Hello, slave!” The Leader announced as he came through the door. Jean simply took the insult and said nothing more nor reacted.

“The place looks good, slave. Who knew you X-Men trained in domestic service as well as fighting and how to die” The Leader taunted but Jean refused to take the bait. She remained silent on the floor in her kneeling position.

“Follow me, remember to crawl” The Leader gestured with his hands. Jean crawled behind him back into the apartment.

“We are going to have some company tonight. Prepare some dinner and get the place ready, slave”

“As you wish.” Jean refused to call him Sir or Master and though he could force the issue he was simply smiling and allowing her to have her own small acts of defiance.

It took over an hour to prepare dinner for him and his guest which he said would be one person but also a surprise for her. Jean knew that wasn’t a good thing but she smiled and took it all in. Just before the person was supposed to arrive there was a knock at the door. Jean was ordered to stay in the apartment while the Leader went to see to whoever was at the door. He came back in pushing a long table with a sheet placed over it. The sheet was over the top of the form of a woman. Jean knew that from the curves. There was a subtle movement of the sheet as the person beneath it breathed in and out.

“Your surprise is here, slave.”

Jean didn’t want to give him the benefit of responding to that but she was curious. There were only two people she knew of still in Genosha that could be under that sheet and though she wanted to know what had happened to Kitty she desperately wanted to make sure her daughter was fine. So she pleaded with all deities inside her mind that it was Rachel beneath the sheet.

Like a grand opening, the Leader pulled the sheet away from the woman and revealed Rachel. Her daughter was gagged with a large red ballgag, prevented from doing anything more than just drooling. She was strapped down on the table at the waist, arms, wrists, ankles, neck and forehead. Jean immediately went to the side of the table and stood over it.

“Rachel! Are you okay?”

Though she could not talk with the gag in her mouth Rachel nodded her answer and Jean was relieved. There were slight burn marks all over her body and bruising in other areas. A swollen lip and a slight black eye as well but otherwise Rachel seemed okay. Jean let out a breath of air she didn’t know she had been holding in. She reached down and touched her shoulder and gripped it tightly.

“Always so happy to see a family reunited….. You two have been twisted by fates never to spend time together. Always one of you lost in space or time or whatever or even dead” The Leader sneered as she walked up behind Jean and took her bare ass in his hands. He gripped much more tightly and harshly then Jean would have ever have liked. She wanted to turn on the man and send him to the ground but Rachel was there strapped to the table and again they had no idea where Kitty was.

“Yes…. Thank you,” Jean managed to say through cringed teeth.

The look in Rachel’s eyes was one of almost betrayal that Jean had answered but there was a softness that came to her eyes afterwards as well. The words were meant to be hurtful and though they were Rachel still gathered strength from the fact that they were indeed together in one place and time at last. No matter what the circumstance she would treasure it. Jean’s slight tightening of her grip on Rachel’s shoulder let her know she felt the same way.

There was another knock that alerted everyone there was another visitor. The Leader had said the visitor would be there by eight and it was still a half an hour away so Jean wondered if he was early or if this was something else.

When the Leader returned from seeing to whoever it was Jean saw that he was alone. He did carry in a couple of serving plates with covers over them. He seemed to be having trouble carrying them and though Jean would be amused if he were to let them fall she was sure she would be punished and to be punished for something so trivial seemed stupid so she squeezed Rachel’s shoulder once more and went to take the trays from him. The Leader smiled and gave her two while he carried one.

He led them back to the table Rachel was strapped down to and placed the tray he had on the table in between her legs. Jean was ordered to place the other two trays down as well. She placed one down on the table next to her left arm and the second just above her head. With a smile as wide as the Grand Canyon, the Leader took the cover off of the tray at Rachel’s feet. It revealed a selection of small, cut sandwiches. It seemed to be a bit of an anticlimax to Jean but the Leader seemed quite happy. She was told to remove the lids from the other two trays and found selections of cheeses and other finger foods.

“The appetizers for our night here,” The Leader explained. He reached down and took a couple of sandwiches and walked towards the front of the table where Jean was. He bit into a sandwich and seemed happy with the taste as he chewed.

He placed the other sandwich down on Rachel’s body, right on her left nipple. Rachel bristled at it but a warning look from the Leader made her stop her squirming.

“Place the food on your daughter just like that slave. Make sure to cover her most sensitive and appealing spots. Do it now or she and you will feel a wrath you have never felt from me before” The Leader ordered and warned.

“Excuse me? You want me to dress my daughter up like a….. I don’t even know how to describe it”

“Like a food platter, like an object, because that is all she and you are and ever will be. You will do it, slave. Just arrange the food over your daughter's nipples, tits and crotch” The Leader laughed while he finished off the sandwich.

Jean reached over to some of the items on the tray by Rachel's head and tentatively picked one up. Rachel’s head was down from her but her eyes were trying their best to follow her mother. Jean wasn’t sure what Rachel was thinking until Rachel managed to draw her attention. Strapped down harshly to the table Rachel managed to shake her right breast a little bit. She wasn’t as well endowed as other members of the X-Men but the jiggle was enough to catch Jean’s eye.

“Are you sure Rachel?” Jean asked. She carried what looked like a small piece of bread with soft cheese on top inside a thin paper holder. Rachel managed to mumble out a yes through the gag. Jean smiled and touched her arm with her free hand and placed the small edible over her right nipple. Matching the sandwich on the other side.

“You see slave, your daughter knows her place… or at least when to fight her battles” The Leader teased while he walked away from the table. Confident that Jean would now finish her task. Jean looked down at Rachel who had a look of disgust on her face aimed towards the Leader.

“I know but we have to go along with it for now” Jean replied to the unspoken comment.

Rachel mumbled and gradually nodded. A tear coming from her eye nearly broke Jean’s hold on her emotions.

“We’re X-Men Rachel. we’ve been through worse. Hell, you’ve been through worse than being a party platter for a dinner guest” Jean joked. Rachel laughed behind the gag and all seemed alright for the moment. Jean went back to the tray time after time to dress Rachel in the appetizers.

Soon her daughter was covered. At least her breasts and her crotch were in the tiny finger foods. Jean felt so humiliated and though her powers were inactive she could feel the shame from Rachel through her eyes but they both had come to an agreement through their eyes and through the grunts that this couldn’t be avoided. Rachel grunted and waved her eyes over towards the area where the Leader had gone to.

He was sitting on a couch reading some sort of publication. Jean knew if she stood in the right position she could obstruct the view between him and Rachel. She adjusted her body to do just that. Rachel mumbled something and intimated through the grunts and her eyes for Jean to do something about the gag.

“Quiet now” Jean warned. Reaching in behind Rachel’s head she found the buckle for the big gag and undid. The leather straps loosened and Rachel popped the gag out of her mouth.

“Thanks” Rachel whispered.

“You okay?” Jean asked matching her whisper.

“I’m fine. Do you know where Kitty is?” Rachel asked.

“No, I haven’t really been out of here since we were brought back” Jean answered.

“I know how to take these collars off Mom but they haven’t let me loose since we came back and to be honest I don’t think you have the ability to do the tinkering that it would take. We need Kitty” Rachel tried her best to not let her voice rise above a whisper.

“How do you know how to do that?” Jean asked.

“To me these collars are ancient. We used to play with them in the camps” Rachel stated.

“Tell me and I can do it” Jean sounded reasonably sure.

Rachel looked up at her mother and smiled.

“You’ll need something long, metal and narrow. Like a paper clip” Rachel suggested.

Jean looked around and saw nothing immediately that came to mind but she looked out over the kitchen and saw a long needle that the Leader had been using for something or another when he got home.

“Would a needle work?” Jean asked.

“I think so.”

Jean grabbed the long needle and came back to the table. She showed it to Rachel who nodded her approval.

“Okay, you're going to have to work on mine because you’ll need to be able to see” Rachel suggested. Jean nodded and moved closer to the table. Rachel seemed to be perfectly fine but the sight of her naked covered in food on the table was so outlandish that Jean was sure this all had to be a dream or better yet a nightmare.

“Take your finger and roll it along the side of the collar you’ll feel a slight indentation about halfway,” Rachel explained.

Jean kept the needle in one hand and used her other hand to reach down and fell along. It took a couple of times but she eventually found what Rachel was after. It was so slight that it could only be found if you were looking for it. Even then it was difficult.

“Ok now use the pin and trace around the edges of it. There should be a crack between it. It’s a panel covering over the inner workings,” Rachel said.

“Okay…...” Jean looked back over her shoulder to make sure that the Leader was not looking their way. He seemed quite content where he was and wasn’t looking over towards them.

“Where did you learn this?” Jean asked.

“In my time Ororo taught all of us how to pick these types of collars,” Rachel explained.

“In the camps?” Jean asked hesitantly.

Rachel breathed for a moment and looked at her mother. A wink let her know she was fine to talk about it.

“No, before…… You would tell me that it was very important to learn. Ro was a stern but very good teacher” Rachel smiled.

“You don’t talk much about those times… before….. before the attack and the camps and Ahab.” Jean had found the crack in the panel and was prying it open with the needle.

“A lot of it is a mix between dreams and nightmares,” Rachel answered honestly.

“I can imagine that,” Jean said. Her attention divided between her daughter and the collar. The panel came open to reveal a small circuit board with an array of blinking lights and other circuits.

“I am in,” Jean said quietly. Looking back over her shoulder to make sure the Leader was still in view.

“Great… look for two small diodes that are red and green.

Jean looked inside the collar and saw what Rachel was referring to.

“Yeah I can see them,” Jean said.

“Good, take the needle and wedge it in between the two of them”

“It’s a little large but I think I can do that”

Jean had to crouch down a little lower. Her hair brushed up against Rachel’s neck and face. Some of it going into the food set up along her nipples. Rachel laughed a little as the hair tickled under her nose.

“Rachel, be quiet,” Jean admonished while she tried to get the needle wedged into the small opening.

“Sorry…. Just, your hair tickling my nose” Rachel said while trying to suppress a laugh. Jean reached around and took her hair away from her nose and gave her daughter a look of mock discipline that only served to make Rachel slightly cackle in amusement.

“Quiet young lady” Jean took her face away from the small panel and looked at her daughter. A large smile on her face. Rachel looked at her with an equally large smile.

“Yes Mom,” Rachel mocked with a deadpan tone.

Jean looked around, smiled at Rachel again and then went back to work. The needle was large but not too large that she couldn’t get it in place with a little effort. Wedged in between the two components Jean blew out a breath that she wasn’t aware she had been holding.

“Okay got it”

“Great. Last thing, we need a glass of water. Pour it on the circuit board. It’ll short circuit and pop off of my throat”

“Or electrocute you, Rachel,” Jean warned.

“Yes….. that did happen once or twice when Ro’ was teaching us….. We weren’t wearing them at the time obviously but the feedback and shock looked like it would hurt but still the feedback would still render the collar useless” Rachel reasoned.

Jean looked at her daughter and couldn’t help but feel concern but she knew Rachel’s plan was really the only option and if she was shocked they could only hope it wasn’t enough to render her unconscious. Retreating back to the kitchen she grabbed a glass of water. She was on her way back to the table and Rachel when she heard the Leader stirring.

“A drink sounds like an excellent idea slave. Bring me a glass of wine” The Leaders voice bellowed from the room he was in.

Jean looked over at Rachel who was doing her best to crane her neck to look to see if the Leader could see them but from Jean’s vantage point she could see that he was still sat down in the other room. Choosing not to answer as she would have normally she did put the glass of water down on the table next to Rachel before she went and got a glass of wine for him.

Walking to him the Leader turned his head to look at her. Jean subtly moved into his eye line so that he could not see Rachel and walked towards him with the wine.

“Thank you, slave,” The Leader took the wine from her and smiled. Jean sneered at him in return. His smile grew larger and as she turned to walk away he slapped her butt which caused her to jump. Her eyes were on Rachel as his hand hit her butt and the surprise translated to Rachel's face as well. Jean colored in embarrassment at being spanked in front of her daughter.

“Shall I turn his mind to jelly or leave it to you?” Rachel asked as Jean approached back to the table with her restrained daughter.

“We can make it a family exercise….. though I think you got all the self-satisfaction earlier” Jean stated while alluding to what Rachel did to Ahab.

“All I did was send him home….. at least to his home….. There is nothing for me there and everything here” Rachel’s voice became almost distant as she thought about her own time and friends and family lost.

“I know and I am strangely proud of you for not killing him” Jean picked up the glass of water.

“So now to show your pride you may electrocute me” Rachel laughed quietly.

Jean had to stop herself from laughing as well. She playfully hit Rachel's shoulder and looked down at her.

“Ready?” Jean asked.

“Do it” Rachel confirmed.

Jean took the glass of water and poured it gingerly over the open panel making sure to keep the stream of water over the two connected components. There was a buzz and then a slight hiss followed by a slight pillow of smoke. Rachel smiled.

“Perfect” Rachel remarked as the collar unlocked around her throat and fell to the table.

“Ororo would be proud” Rachel continued. The restraints around her popped open. The food that adorned her body fell away from her. Sitting up on the table Rachel smiled at Jean and the collar around Jean’s neck popped open. Before it could fall to the floor it was surrounded by an invisible hand that took it back and placed it gently on the table.

“Well done Rachel” Jean commented. Feeling around her throat, thankful that the collar was gone.

“What is all that racket in there? You should have been done ages ago!!” The Leader announced. He was raising himself and beginning to walk towards them.

“Jelly?” Rachel asked with a smile on her face.

“Not quite” Jean returned her smile and walked towards the approaching Leader.

The Leader was walking as if nothing had changed and walked towards them as if he owned them and the entire country.

“What would you like Master?” Jean teased. The use of the word master seemed to stop him in his tracks. He stopped and looked at the two of them. For the first time, he noticed that Rachel was sitting up on the table and without a collar. Then he looked at Jean who was walking towards him without a collar as well and intent in her eyes and body language.

“I’m sorry Master what would you like?” Jean asked. Empathizing the word master as if it was poison that needed to be excised from her body.

“Where…… where are your collars?” The Leader stammered. Taking a step back until he was held by some invisible force. Jean’s eyes flared with rage walking towards him.

“You mean these collars?” Rachel taunted as she lifted them up with her mind from the table and crushed them into small pieces and let them fly towards him.

“I’ll give you this one chance to tell me where Kitty is. If you don’t tell me something I like I will make sure that every time you think of getting aroused your body will vomit so viciously and violently that you will wish you were dead for the rest of your life which could be a long time or a short time depending once more on your answer” Jean warned.

Rachel chuckled to herself. Hearing her mother say such things was so dark and so right in her mind at the moment that Rachel was pleased to have seen and heard it.

“Oh… Okay… hang on a second, will you? I don’t know where she is now but I do know she has been on display in the loading docks for quite some time now” The Leader stammered a response, his hands up in the air in surrender.

“Display!!???” Rachel was standing next to her mother in an instant at those words. Fire burning in her eyes now.

“Yes, the Engineer was not happy about being outwitted by a filthy mutant……. I mean by her.” The Leader looked like he may faint from the pressure and the fear the two women were exerting on him.

“You are the Leader of this country I am sure you can locate one of its…… how have you referred to us…… property.” Jean’s smile was full of mirth while she lifted him from the floor and threw him towards the phone in the kitchen.

“Call the Engineer and have him bring Kitty here,” Rachel continued.

“Yes… yes of course.” The Leader picked up the phone and made the call.

***

Rachel and Jean sat on the couch in the apartment. The Leader was on the floor before them. Nude, collared and completely unconscious. They had had their fun at his expense but his whining and fear were too much for them. So Jean had persuaded him to take a nap at their feet. Jean and Rachel took no pleasure from his humiliations but if they were being honest with themselves it was the very least of what they wanted to do to him. At the moment they were actually enjoying some food and some wine. Neither could remember the last time they had a good meal.

“How are we going to get away from this godforsaken country, Mom?” Rachel asked. Taking a bite out of a particularly juicy strawberry.

“If it comes to it we can just have the Leader escort us home” Jean took the strawberries from Rachel’s hand and took a bite. Juice spraying over the floors between them and the Leader.

“I don’t think that would be very ethical Mom” Rachel admonished with a slight smirk to her eyes.

“No, but we might enjoy it. I think though between us and Kitty when she gets here we can find a way to contact our friends” Jean explained.

“If they got away,” Rachel said.

“They got away. You think that slime wouldn’t have run our noses in it if he had captured just one of them?” Jean slightly reached out with her foot and kicked the sleeping Leader on the floor in contempt.

Rachel thought about it for a moment and nodded her head.

“You’re right. I should have thought of that” Rachel took a glass of wine from a side table and took a sip.

“If you’re so smart then can I ask you something,” Rachel asked, putting the wine back down.

“Of course” Jean took another strawberry.

“Why are we still nude?” Rachel laughed at her own question.

They both looked down at themselves and smiled. Looking over their bodies, they were in fact still quite nude while they sat on the couch.

“Guess we kind of got used to it” Jean laughed and Rachel joined in.

“At least they wised up and took the machine suits off of us after the escape” Rachel mentioned.

“I had a bit more coverage in that and so did you though” Jean answered.

“True, maybe at the beginning but after that whipping and Ahab I was more covered by bruises and welts” Rachel took another sip of wine.

Their heads and senses picked up when they felt Kitty and the Engineer coming towards them.

“It’s so good to be able to sense again” Rachel blew out a breath.

“Yes…. it’s always very…. Just feels hollow without it doesn’t it” Jean took her daughter's hand in her own and squeezed.

“Time to get out of here I think” Jean and Rachel both got up from the couch and left he sleeping Leader on the floor. Kitty and the Engineer were just coming in. The Engineer was holding a leash over his shoulder. The leash was long and black more like a whip then a leash but it was connected to the power dampening collar around Kitty’s neck.

Kitty walked with her head bowed. Rachel and Jean could only make out that it was Kitty through her presence because the being that walked behind the Engineer was completely encased in latex. A black latex catsuit that covered her from head to toes. The only things left bare were her pussy, her breasts and her ass. Everything else was covered in black shiny latex. Formfitting, it showed off Kitty’s excellent figure as she walked on instinct and direction from the leash in the Engineer's hands. He had yet to notice that Jean and Rachel were free of collars and restraints and walking towards him.

“Good evening, Sir.” Jean extended a hand to him for a handshake.

As soon as he took her hand she flipped him onto his back. It caused him to lose his grip on the leash connected to Kitty. Rachel grabbed it in the air with her mind and let it land softly on the floor. Kitty obediently and evidently with some sort of hearing dampening in place just stood still. Combined with the latex hood she clearly didn’t know what was going on and had been told that when there was slack in the leash to simply stay put.

Rachel allowed Jean to pin the Engineer to the ground. He was shouting obscenities and cursing for all his worthwhile Jean used some spare handcuffs of which there were plenty going around to cuff him. Rachel went towards Kitty and put her hands on the side of her friend's face. Kitty recoiled for a slight moment from the touch before she settled.

Rachel looked around and noticed that Kitty was also fitted with shackles on her ankles and tight cuffs kept her hands back behind her back. With a slight touch and a rare display of pinpoint telekinesis, Rachel removed the cuffs from Kitty’s ankles and wrists but still, she did not move. Rachel’s hands began to search around her friend's body looking for some sort of seam where the latex catsuit could begin to be pulled away.

Jean had finished with the Engineer and put him to sleep with her mind like they had done with the Leader, and joined Rachel with Kitty.

“Kitty?” Jean asked but there was no response.

Rachel found a hidden zipper at the small of her back and began to zip it up towards her shoulders. The cool air on Kitty’s skin made the sweat that had been held in by the latex cool instantly and her body shivered under hers and Jean’s touches. The zipper ended at the back of the neck. Which allowed Rachel and Jean to start peeling away the latex from Kitty’s arms and torso. Their friend was unusually docile as they did so and though she could not see or hear them they began to get worried that there was something wrong with her.

Rachel pulled the arms out from her and let Kitty rest them down by her sides. Jean was looking for a way to get the hood off when they realized that they hadn’t dealt with the collar. With a subtle approach, Jean used her powers to disengage the collar.

If Kitty felt anything return to her, she did not let on. Rachel and Jean did not want to startle her by using their own powers to get into her mind after so long without any contact so they were hoping a good old fashioned visual confirmation would be just what Kitty was looking for. With the collar off Jean found that the hood was easy to begin to roll up over her throat and chin. While Jean worked on the hood Rachel was pulling down the catsuit from her body. Her arms now free Rachel pulled down and got to her waist.

“Careful Rachel we don’t know what else these bastards have done to her” Jean warned. Rachel nodded and carefully continued on.

Jean took the hood up over Kitty’s chin and noticed that her jaw was extended open very wide. As the hood came up over her mouth Jean noticed that Kitty had been gagged with a gigantic red ball gag, buckled harshly around her. Drool that was encased in the latex leaked everywhere. Jean wiped her hands off of it and continued with a little more haste. Stopping with the hood, for now, Jean reached around and unbuckled the ball gag.

The release of the tension around her made Kitty actually move for a moment while Jean pried the gag out of her mouth and went to get some water. Returning with a glass of water Jean placed it on her lips, Kitty knew what it was and must have assumed she was being fed so obediently she opened her mouth and allowed the water to cascade down her throat hungrily.

“More please” Kitty’s voice came out cracked, her throat clearly parched. Jean touched her cheek with her hand hoping that a gesture like that would let her know she was with friends.

Instead of getting her another drink, Jean worked more on the hood. It was so tight it took a considerable amount of strength and persistence to remove it. Jean looked down and saw her daughter having the same problem.

Rachel was pulling with all her strength to get the suit over her friend's hips. The latex material just barely rolled past Kitty’s hips, exposing the top of her pubic mound. It was completely bare, all hair shaved away but there was something else there. Something not natural, thought Rachel as she continued tugging it down.

Jean put it out of her mind as she pulled upwards on the hood bringing it finally over her friend's nose. It was there that she discovered Kitty wore something else under the hood. It was a sort of blindfold that looked like it wrapped around her entire head including her ears. Pulling more on the hood Jean pulled it up and over where her eyes should be but it was all the blindfold. It was some sort of rubber and fabric-like material that seemed to have almost adhered to her friend’s face. Finally, the thing seemed to end in the middle of her forehead.

Jean stopped working on the hood and went to work on the blindfold. It looked as solid and seamless as the suit before but she found at the back a hidden buckle that she undid and the whole apparatus slackened. Jean pulled it away from her friend's face and for the first time, she saw Kitty’s eyes. They were diluted with the sudden exposure to the light and probably slightly blind from it for a moment before they readjusted so Jean stood there and looked over her friend.

In her ears, she could see earbuds had been hidden by the wrap-around blindfold. As she waited for Kitty’s eyes to adjust to natural light again she removed the earbuds.

“Kitty?” Jean asked.

“Jean?” Kitty replied with her dry throat still cracking on her.

“Yes it’s me working on your hood and Rachel is working on getting the suit off of you,” Jean explained, taking her friend's head in her hands.

“No, this is another trick…… They won't allow you two free” Kitty brought her hands up to her eyes and began to rub them. Hoping for some sort of vision to come back quickly. Jean must have been a hazy gaze to her as she waited for her vision to fully come back.

Rachel had worked the suit to the widest part of Kitty’s hips. She had noted that on her pubic mound there was some sort of controller that had been taped to it. With a wire going down towards her pussy. Rachel knew what it was but hoped that for some reason she could be wrong. But as she moved the suit down now easier, down her thighs revealing her pussy she saw that her friend’s thighs were coated in her dried and flowing juices as a vibrator worked at a slow speed in her pussy. Rachel wasn’t sure if she should turn it off and remove it or not so she concentrated on getting the suit down and off while she looked up and saw her mother was removing the blindfold from around her eyes.

With Kitty’s head in her hands, Jean kept her looking at her as she could see in her eyes that Kitty was beginning to see again.

“It’s me…. it’s us” Jean said.

“I….. Jean?….. Rachel?” Kitty’s words were stronger and yet weaker at the same time.

Rachel got the suit down to her feet while Jean used one hand to remove the last of the hood.

“It’s us, Kitty,” Rachel stood up to stand next to Jean and took her shoulder in her hand.

“Where’s the Engineer?” Kitty’s voice was hard and full of vengeance. Jean stepped to the side and showed her his prone body on the floor.

Kitty stepped forward and kicked him a couple of times in the gut.

“Isn’t it funny that’s what we all do?” Rachel said. Placing a hand on her mother's shoulder. Jean gripped it with her hand and leaned her cheek into it.

“BASTARD!!!!!” Kitty hit him hard in the gut which caused an audible pop. Jean reached out and to take a hold of her but Rachel stopped her.

“She’ll stop” Rachel whispered. Just as she did Kitty dropped to the floor crying. Rachel moved towards her and knelt in front of her in between her and the Engineer.

“You okay Katherine?” Rachel asked.

“Never been so humiliated and debased….. that monster left me on display in a room full of people for days. Forced me to do other things and forced me to feel pleasure from it all” Kitty reached down and tore the vibe from her pussy and ripped the remote from her body and threw it away. Jean ducked as it sailed past her.

“Sorry Jean,” Kitty said after a moment of silence.

Jean moved to stand behind her friend and crouched down and took her shoulders in her hands.

“It’s quite alright. I’d love to really make sure you are okay but we still need to get out of here. I don’t know if you have noticed but we removed your collar” Jean said.

“Among other things” Kitty’s slight little smile gave them all hope that she would be alright.

“Yeah well, we didn’t think you’d mind” Rachel reached out and hugged her friend. The fact that all three of them were naked seemed to be of no concern at that moment. Jean looked down at the two of them. Kitty was the first child brought to the mansion after the originals and Rachel being her own daughter she couldn’t help but feel compelled to protect the two of them though they were adults.

“Mom, do you feel that?” Rachel said with her head on top of Kitty’s shoulder while they still embraced. Kitty was tearing up a little and trying not to cry. Jean could see from her tight body language so she switched her senses to see if she could feel what Rachel was feeling.

She reached out and approaching the apartment there was a crowd of people. Two of them seemed somewhat familiar but they were shielded from her scans. Not because they were telepaths but because they had been trained. They seemed to be surrounded by a few people. Jean was about to reach into one of their minds when the time seemed to run out.

The group approached them. Rachel tugged Kitty up to her feet and scrambled for cover. Jean did likewise. Taking up a position directly across from Rachel but hidden for the view from whoever was approaching but Jean had a good sightline.

[Can you see them?] Rachel sent into her mind.

[Not yet but I can see the shadows. They appear to be guards. I am so stupid. The Leader mentioned there was going to be company tonight. I thought when you arrived you were the company] Jean answered.

[Not with all that food Mom] Rachel replied.

[What food…… I am starving] Kitty was included in the mind link.

[I’ll tell you about it later] Rachel answered.

[What about the food?] Kitty asked again.

[Quiet you two…. I can see feet and uniforms. Looks to be guards for sure but they are escorting someone. I think those two minds that are closed to us Rachel]

[I agree…. But there is something familiar about one for sure] Rachel confirmed.

[How did we not notice them though. I was keeping my senses confined to this place like a rank novice] Rachel continued.

[Me too….. Probably a little afraid to spread our senses out in fear of being caught] Jean reasoned and tried to comfort her daughter.

[No time to worry. I can make out more now. But the guards are blocking the pair in the center] Jean said.

[Call the play Jean] Kitty sent.

[Hold for now…. That familiar presence is much more familiar now] Jean stepped out from her hiding spot and so did Rachel. With a smile on her face, she ushered Kitty out to.

“Welcome to Genosha King T’Challa and Queen Monroe” Jean announced, a smile appearing on her face. Her sudden appearance and her words caught the guards off guard. Before they knew it they were on the floor from T’Challa and Ororo. Arriving behind them silent and not even registering on her senses was T’Challa’s guards accompanied by Psylocke and Logan.

“We’re here to rescue you red” Logan smiled. Jean immediately smiled and then covered herself up. Logan paled in crimson red of shame himself and turned away.

“I don’t think any rescue is needed” T’Challa noted.

Kitty came running up to Storm and was unafraid of her state of undress. She enveloped Ororo in a hug that left the two of them on the floor for a moment.

“Kitten are you alright?” Ororo asked.

“Just fine now Ro”

“Good to see you all” Rachel had grabbed a couple of towels from somewhere and was handing them out but she was stopped by Psylocke who grabbed a duffel bag from somewhere and threw it to her.

“We figured you would need some clothes,” Betsy said.

“Thank you Elisabeth” Jean announced from somewhere still hiding from all.

“Do you want to come out or do you want me to give them to you Mom” Rachel teased.

“Delivery would be appreciated Rachel and wipe that smile from your face” Jean laughed.

“I see you have rendered the collars and your captors incapacitated” T’Challa stated.

“That was Rachel” Jean announced coming into the larger room. Adjusting her outfit she actually felt a little odd in it after spending so much time nude or otherwise exposed over the past couple of weeks.

Storm was looking at the collars and paying particular interest to the one that was around Rachel’s neck that Jean had rendered unusable under Rachel’s tutelage. Or at least teh remains of the collar.

“Rachel you did this?” Ororo asked.

“Yes…. In a roundabout way thanks to you. You taught me,” Rachel finished putting on her costume and had to admit she was feeling uncomfortable in it.

“I don’t recall that, so you learned as a child” Storm reasoned.

“Yes,” Rachel answered.

“We have transport available” T’Challa announced while he looked at the prone form of the Leader.

“What do we do with him?” Logan asked as he noted that all three women had dressed. Still a shade of crimson on his face. He kicked the Leader which elicited a chuckle from Kitty, Rachel and Jean.

“See?” Rachel asked Jean.

Jean just shrugged her shoulders and looked at Logan.

“Thanks for coming. Everyone okay?” Jean asked.

“Thanks to you three” Logan answered.

“Let's get out of here already” Kitty announced.

The whole group was quickly loaded on a stealth craft that the Wakandan’s had brought and soon on their way out of Genosha. Joined on route by another three craft all carrying friends and fellow X-Men. All who were prepared to go back in to get their friends back. Jean, Rachel and Kitty told them how they were able to render the Leader and the Engineer powerless only hours before their arrival. Rachel sank into a deep sleep in Jean's arms while Jean recounted to Storm the ordeals of the past few weeks. Kitty alternated between crying and laughing in Logan’s arms before she too fell asleep.

***

Three months later.

Kitty walked through the newly rebuilt mansion. The X-Men and their students had the mansion rebuild pretty close to complete by the time her, Rachel and Jean had arrived back from Genosha. With help from the Avengers, Fantastic Four and other concerned parties the X-Men were back on their feet. The horrors and trauma that the majority of the senior members had experienced in Genosha would be with them for the rest of their lives.

Kitty had found herself talking to Ororo about the experience. Storm was a victim of Genosha’s first great mutant tragedy years ago so she found she had a more mature and level headed view on the whole on the situation.

It wasn’t towards Storm’s office she walked towards today though. Kitty had found another way to handle the trauma as well. Something she was deeply ashamed of and deeply resentful of but something she enjoyed very much. Making sure the hallway was clear of prying eyes though her being seen in this area of the mansion would not be seen as out of the ordinary Kitty was still coming to grips with her own tastes now. She knocked on the door and was rewarded with the door opening for her. She walked in and closed the door behind her.

It was a large office, with a sitting area and even a small bar. At the far end of the room was a window that overlooked the entire grounds. The shades were pulled down halfway giving the room a sort of dark feel which always seemed to match her emotions when she came her over the past couple of months.

“Kitten. You are on time,” The voice was silky and smooth and so familiar to Kitty now. She had of course known the person for years and before that knew her only as an enemy but in these last couple of months, she had found that she had a newfound respect and appreciation for her and for what she could make Kitty feel.

“Yes. Mistress Frost,” Kitty replied. Watching as Emma emerged from a darkened corner. In her regular costume of white almost lingerie that Kitty had despised for years but over the past couple of weeks had come to absolutely love to see Emma in.

“On time but your manners still need some work,” Emma chided. Approaching Kitty by way of her desk. Where she picked up from an open drawer a riding crop.

“Miss?” Kitty asked confused. She was told to arrive here at a certain time which she had done so.

“Your orders were to be here and be nude under a coat slut” Emma was now within striking distance with her riding crop. She didn’t strike Kitty with it but she did strike her own hand to show her displeasure.

“I thought you were kidding Emma” Kitty stammered out. The thought of walking around the mansion in just a trench coat was not as crazy as it used to be thanks to her daily nakedness in Genosha but still, the idea seemed ridiculous. Emma’s riding crop arched out and met Kitty’s thigh. The pain was nothing but the sheer act of Emma hitting her with the crop refocused her mind to where she knew it had to be.

“Sorry Mistress…. I honestly thought it was a joke but I know it wasn’t,” Kitty apologized.

“That’s quite fine Kitten, we are still working out the….. kinks of this” Emma turned and walked back to the desk. Placing the crop down on it with a reverence that seemed to confuse Kitty. Emma motioned for her to come forward. Kitty walked towards Emma and stood with her behind the desk looking out over the grounds. Below she could see friends and other X-Men walking about. Chatting and laughing as if there was nothing unusual happening.

“I do so love this view. Full of the beauty of the grounds and also the vibrancy of life here at Xavier's” Emma turned Kitty so that she was looking out directly through the window. Her body positioned directly in front of the floor to ceiling windows.

“It’s quite beautiful,” Kitty remarked.

“Yes,” Emma smiled and took on hand and placed it on Kitty’s back. She found the hidden zipper on Kitty’s uniform and began to unzip her.

“Emma?” Kitty immediately tried to turn.

Emma’s eyes flashed red with warning. Kitty stopped herself and turned back to look out the window, allowing Emma access again to her costume.

“You learned much about your own likes and sexual appetites while in the custody of those vile men. You came to me to learn more and I promised you would” Emma zipped her costume as far as it would go, down to her butt. It still clung to Kitty’s body but altogether more loose now.

“Yes you have been helpful in helping me sort out my feelings Mistress” Kitty was becoming enthralled with Emma’s touches. With the zipper down, her shoulders were bare at the back, along much of her back as well. Emma was running fingers along her spine that was generating electricity in Kitty.

“After all of it though if we are to proceed we need to trust. Specifically, you need to trust me. Not one of our better things I must admit but today we begin to improve on that” Emma grabbed her butt hard and tightly. Kitty jumped slightly under her touch.

“Do you trust me, Katherine?” Emma asked. She licked Kitty’s ears from behind her.

“Y...yess” Kitty stammered.

“Good girl.” Emma traced her fingers along Kitty’s bare back and up to her arms. She never removed her tongue from Kitty’s ear lobe as she began to strip Kitty of her costume. Right there in front of the window. Kitty hesitated for a moment and almost moved her hands to stop Emma but she stopped herself.

“Good girl,” Emma kept saying into her ear. She continued to remove the costume from Kitty. Her arms were now bare and she was bringing it down over her chest. Kitty’s hands fidgeted at her sides.

“Trust me” Emma whispered into her ear once more.

The Costume came down revealing her breasts. Kitty stood with her hands by her sides but every bone and thought in her body told her that she was now standing topless in front of a window that overlooked the entire grounds. From here she could see her friends and teammates laughing and talking but oddly they were not looking up at the window. If they did, they would see their friend topless and being disrobed by Emma Frost.

“I don’t understand. If you cast a psychic net that vast that nobody would see every telepath around here would be on alert” Kitty reasoned.

“Exactly, my dear Katherine the simplest solution is almost always the best” Emma teased, lightly nibbling at her ear before she crouched down to remove the costume from her waist. Down over her pussy. Emma stopped with the costume in a ball just about at her mid-thighs. With a touch as gentle as snow, Emma traced her index finger along Kitty’s sex.

“This is very needy, Kitten,” Emma teased.

Kitty clenched her thighs and tried to stop the pleasure running through her body from the very intimate touch. Emma was an expert though and with just one finger was making it so that she could not help herself. Her breathing was increasing and her pulse quickening.

“One-way glass” Emma whispered from just below. Removing the last of her costume.

Kitty’s eyes opened. She didn’t even realize she had closed them in her excitement.

“One-way glass?” She whispered back. Not truly understanding why they were whispering.

“Of course. Do you really believe I would expose you like that…. so soon,” Emma teased. Coming up to her full height behind her and wrapping Kitty in her arms.

“So they can’t see,” Kitty stated the obvious.

Emma took her hands in both of her own and raised them up and away from her body. Kitty followed with her eyes and saw coming from the roof were two leather restraints connected by chains.

Emma deftly placed her left wrist in one with one hand. Kitty felt the restraint around her wrist. So tight and yet familiar and welcoming. Emma made sure it was closed and tight around her wrist with an inspection. Emma soon had her other wrist placed in the restraint on the opposite side. Kitty found her arms were spread wide, forcing her to stand exposed overlooking the grounds below.

Emma came around in front of her and blocked her view. “Excited?” she asked but it appeared to be more rhetorical than anything as she reached down to Kitty’s pussy and felt it with her hand. It came away sticky.

“Oh, quite excited,” Emma teased. She brought it up and slowly traced a wet line around Kitty’s lips.

“Lick yourself from my hand” Emma commanded.

Kitty’s tongue reached out and began to lick her hand clean of her own juices. She felt it was a little salty and sweet but she loved the humiliation and taste of it.

“Such a good girl.”

“Yes Mistress,” Kitty managed to say between licks.

Emma allowed her to finish cleaning her hand and then went to either side of the window and brought out two more restraints at ankle level. Kitty knew what that meant and spread her legs for her. Soon she was locked in a standing X position at the Window while Emma stood behind her. Her head on her shoulders Emma reached around and played with Kitty’s nipples.

“Next time I tell you to come here in just a coat. What will you do, Kitten?”

“Anything you ask Mistress” Kitty’s eyes rolled in the back of her head as the expert Emma used her exposed body in any way she desired.

Kitty was perfectly fine with it. She opened her eyes from time to time to look out and wondered if her friends could only see her now. What would they think?

But as her Mistress cupped her pussy again, Kitty found that she didn’t really care.

***

Jean stepped out of the limo that was provided to her and looked up. All around her were the sights, smells and people of the city of New York. There was always an excitement in the air that could barely be described but today she carried her own mood a little darker and a little more reserved.

She adjusted the suit that she wore and thanked the person who had opened the door for her. Looking at the building before her she tried very hard to not sneer. The United Nations in her mind at this very moment was a mockery of the idea of peace and equality that it supposedly stood for.

There were cameras complete with video and mounds of journalists snapping pictures and shouting questions at her. All the emotions and thoughts radiating off of them like a waterfall. If Jean were less experienced with the use of her powers she would have been overwhelmed. If she were less experienced in life she would have attacked most of them for what they were really thinking behind their veiled smiles and gotcha questions.

“Sorry not answering any questions today ladies and gentlemen” She waved at the crowd behind the mass of reporters. Some were in protest but she was happy to see a majority held up pro mutant signs and chanting pro mutant slogans.

“Thank you!” She called towards them which caused them to roar in approval which the reporters turned to capture. By the time they turned back to continue to ask her questions, she was inside. Surrounded by police and guards and even some military. She was thankfully greeted by two friends though.

“Jean…. Lovely to see you.” Ororo Munroe, Storm greeted her longtime friend with a hug and a squeeze of the shoulders out of love.

“It is always a pleasure to see you” T’Challa, Ororo’s husband and King of Wakanda embraced her in a far less intimate but no less warming embrace.

“I am only here because the UN and you keep insisting that we as in the X-Men need to meet with the Leader….. how he remains in control of that godforsaken country is beyond me” Jean smiled as her angry thoughts came to the surface.

“Forgive me, my friends…. The thought of being in the same city as that man makes me ill let alone the same room” Jean asked for forgiveness.

“It is a matter of peace which I know you aspire to my friend and as much an act of diplomacy on our part as well. Genosha is a neighbor to Wakanda and T’Challa risked open war” Ororo tried to calm down her friend.

“I know and for that, we will be eternally grateful T’Challa but if it wasn’t for the concerted effort of almost the entire world’s leaders we would never have been there in the first place” Jean reminded them.

“Yes, we know and have said much more to that effect. Wakanda will always stand up in the face of racism and bigotry. It is my own shame that we have not done so sooner with mutants.” T’Challa grasped Jean’s hand and asked for his own forgiveness.

Jean let him hold her hand for a few more moments before Ororo stepped in and took it from her.

“If you’ll excuse me but he is my husband after all” Ro smiled at Jean.

“Of course. So what is all of this about really? I don’t expect nor believe there is an apology coming” Jean asked.

“No, though that is the official reason. He seems to have information only available or rather information he will only make available to you only” T’Challa replied.

“Convenient” Jean remarked.

“Yes, we suspect the has a plan to either kidnap or even extort you somehow. Though the unfortunate part is that there are images of us in less than dressed states throughout the world now so I am not sure how much he can extort” Storm answered.

“He’s an evil and knifing man with little in the way of intelligence though. I would imagine he thinks he can strongarm me back into his service” Jean almost vomited at the thought.

Storm and T’Challa gave her a moment to compose herself while they were ushered through all the various security gates. Before arriving outside the door of where the Leader was they were met by a contingent of Genosha soldiers and a bureaucrat with a briefcase.

“Jean Grey” The bureaucrat spoke in a long and nasally way.

“Yes” Jean answered

The Bureaucrat placed the case in the arms of a close soldier and opened it. Inside was a power dampening collar. Jean’s eyes immediately flared red. Ororo’s white as the wind in the hallway picked up and electricity gathered about her. Jean rose for her feet to hover off the ground. Her aura lighting up the already well-lit room.

“What is the meaning of this?” T’Challa interjected himself between his wife and Jean. Placing himself between them and the bureaucrat.

“I am sorry King T’Challa but the Leader requests that Jean Grey wear this if they are to meet here today” The Bureaucrat was pale and looked to be on the edge of fainting from the pressure being placed on him.

“I will wear no such thing.” Jean took the collar from the briefcase in an invisible grip and crushed it into pieces in a small localized bubble right in front of everyone while she locked eyes with the bureaucrat. He paled more and fainted into the arms of a soldier who was behind him. Caught simply because the soldier had good reflexes.

“This meeting is over,” Jean declared and turned to leave.

The door opened to reveal the Leader in the frame of it. A smile on his face.

“Such temper against your Master.” He laughed and motioned for them to come in.

“I’m not going in there with you” Jean angrily replied.

“I think you will. I have some information you might like to see and an offer. The King and his Queen are not invited in for this” The Leader stated.

“That was not what was agreed” Storm made a move to grab him by the collar but the guards closed ranks in front of him before she could get to him.

“You think you could stop me?” She growled.

“Ororo… my love, calm please” T’Challa put a hand on her shoulder and she instantly calmed down.

The Leader's thoughts were blank to her which meant something was stopping Jean from doing a read on his mind. In response as if he knew what she was thinking he showed a small headband on the back of his neck.

“This is blocking you from using your powers on me” He answered her unspoken question.

“Jean just go home. You don’t have to talk to him” Ororo stated and she was right but Jean knew he would take that as a victory as well. He would claim the mutants were too scared to talk to him or some other such foolishness.

“No, I have nothing to fear from this creature. He fears you two though so why don’t you leave. I can handle myself” Jean responded. Storm looked at her friend and saw the fires in her eyes and nodded. She took her husband's arms into her own and ushered him away.

Jean entered the room. It was a small room with a small conference table in the center. Six chairs around the table and two at either end of it. Two beautiful windows gave a great view of the skyscrapers next door but provided some decent natural light. The Leader went and took a seat at the far end of the table. Jean simply walked towards one of the windows and stared outside.

“What do you want?” she asked after some time had passed.

“I never truly appreciated your beauty when I had you. Far more than that white witch and even the Queen from the hallway” The Leader responded.

“What do you want?” Jean reiterated.

“I think that is apparent. I want you” The Leader asked.

“You tried to enslave me and my entire race,” Jean said.

“I still would very much like to. I know now that I can’t. I am going to step down as the Leader of the great nation of Genosha. I will allow free and open elections”

“I am glad to hear this but this is something you should be telling the world not me” Jean turned from the window to look at him. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of her.

“I will only do so if you agree to be my slave” The Leader stated.

Jean scoffed at that and actually had to stop herself from laughing out loud.

“Oh, and the Engineer would like his slave back” The Leader added before Jean could respond. This did make her laugh though which Jean didn’t care about. The whole thing was ludicrous. Why would she give herself up for a country full of people who had eagerly embraced her debasement and dehumanization?

“First of all Kitty is not going anywhere….. neither am I. Why would I agree to such a thing?” Jean asked while stopping herself from laughing.

“First I think you liked it all but I know you’ll not admit that. No, you will do this because of this….” The Leader reached under the table and removed from a bag there a tablet. He passed the tablet down the conference table towards her. Jean picked it up and waited for it to come on. When it did, she noted that it was a troop deployment. Showing more then five hundred sentinels cloaked and on the border of the USA in direct line of the newly rebuilt Xavier mansion.

“If I can’t have at least you, then I will wipe your people off of the earth. Swipe right and you will see that there are more than three thousand more sentinels spread out over the world at various known mutant hot spots”

“The X-Men would rather die than see me enslaved” Jean responded.

“Yes, but would you allow them too?” The Leader asked.

Jean looked at him and wanted to tear his head from his shoulders. X-Men don’t kill, she kept telling herself, but this one wouldn’t be so bad.

“If something happens to me they attack. If I don’t send an authorization code every five minutes they will attack after the second failed message” The Leader said again, as if reading her mind.

“There’s no guarantee that you stop the attack anyway and I’d rather just end you right here and now” Jean grabbed him with an invisible field and pulled him upright from the chair and brought him close to the window. His feet dangling but he didn’t seem to be flustered at it.

“Maybe put you through the window. I can get away that way too” Jean openly mused.

“You could for sure….. but let me ask you. Where’s your daughter? Your son?” The Leader asked. Fully aware that they would be and were most likely at the mansion at that very moment.

Jean knew what he was saying. He was saying she would doom her own children because she didn’t want to swallow her pride. She hesitated for a moment and he knew what that meant. He had an opening.

“If you swipe further you’ll notice a self destruct on all of them. You surrender and they all explode. That’s your guarantee”

Jean swiped right on the pad and noticed the command line and the need for an authentication code.

“I could rip that neural dampener from your head and then pry though codes from you without missing a beat you know” Jean warned.

“I’m sure you think you could but this is now a part of me. I did not quite like being taken advantage of you telepaths so I had the Engineer hardwired this into my own brain functions. You rip this out my brain stops and those messages don’t get sent out”

He seemed to have covered everything that she could possibly have done.

“You're not going to get Kitty here” Jean admitted, reluctantly conceding without saying that she might go with him.

“I’m sure the Engineer will be displeased but I don’t care” The Leader was positively beaming while still being held in the air by Jean.

***

Rachel looked out over the city and smiled as she flew away from it as fast as she could. The Leader was truly a stupid individual. If he thought Jean had gone to meet him without any backup and certainly without any unseen backup. Ororo and T’Challa had been listening in on the whole thing. If he thought her mother was going to voluntarily surrender to being a slave he was even more stupid then she thought.

[Mom you are going to have to delay him for as long as you can. X-Men, Avengers, Fantastic Four and everyone else we can reach is responding but we need time. Wakanda forces are moving into position throughout the world as well] Rachel sent as she was screaming through the clouds towards the mansion.

[I’ll do my best Rachel….. and thanks for telling me I would need you] Jean’s wink through the mind link sent a smile through Rachel’s entire body.

[Ororo? How are the Wakandans responding?] Jean sent.

[As we expected we had forces seeded throughout the world with your mental look at the arrangements we are sending overwhelming forces to all locations. We will need five minutes at most. The Inhumans and all our teleporters are working overtime] Storm replied with the mind link.

[This is most disturbing…. How do you communicate this way] T’Challa had been linked in and clearly was not comfortable.

[You get used to it my love] Ororo comforted her husband.

[My forces and allies are ready to wipe these Sentinels from the world] T’Challa continued.

[Thank you King T’Challa,] Rachel sent.

[Hush child he is my husband and as such a valued friend,] Ororo mockingly sent through the mind link.

Jean smiled in real life while The Leader still beamed in his captive bubble.

[If this all fails Mom, I’ll take Kitty’s place,] Rachel sent.

[You will not!!] Jean sent back.

[I will if needed,] Rachel replied.

[Ladies I don’t believe it will be a problem but perhaps we can focus on the task at hand,] Rachel had gotten close to the area where the Sentinels were cloaked away from the mansion. There, waiting for her and interjecting into the mind meld as soon as she opened all there to it, were the Avengers. Tony Stark with his customary confidence and humor to take the fight out of them.

[Tony, you keep an eye on my daughter,] Jean sent through the link. [Make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid,] she added.

[Looks like we’ll need a bit of recklessness. I’m not sure we’ll be able to stop a lot of destruction] That was the tones of Captain America coming into the link.

[We’ll do our best Captain,] Rachel answered.

[That’s all we can ever do,] Jean replied through the link.

***

In the UN building, Jean still held the now smiling Leader in the air with a telekinesis bubble. He didn't seem at all disturbed by it as they talked.

“So you see there’s no way out. Agree to be mine. Kitty doesn’t have to come with us but we will need to placate the good Engineer in some way”

“Then activate the self destruct now,” Jean asked.

“Not until you are under lock and key”

Jean didn’t really see the harm in playing along with it. All she had to do was buy enough time. The only thing was that he would put a power dampener on her and she would lose contact with everyone else.

[Don’t think about it, Mom,] Rachel interjected into her thoughts.

[You're getting really good if you could feel that from out there Rachel.]

[Flatter me all you want but don’t think about it. If he puts you in a power dampener then we can’t coordinate and we are so stretched at the moment he could make off with you and we wouldn’t be able to get there in time,] Rachel warned.

[Don’t think I could get away on my own?] Jean asked

[I just don’t trust him and I know you don’t,] Rachel replied.

“Strip” The Leader was ordering from inside his telekinesis bubble.

[Mom we need you to stall but you don’t need to do that.]

[I think we both know I have to Rachel. I’ll keep in contact as long as I can,] Jean tried to shut the line down to her daughter for the moment while she braced for the humiliation but Rachel was indeed getting too good and forced the link open. Jean could have closed it with more force but she knew her daughter was trying to look out for her.

“I am not going to strip for you and certainly not here.”

“Then they all die,” The Leader said as if she couldn’t throw him out the window with barely a thought.

“You really are a monster,” Jean replied. Sending him away from the window in the bubble and back to the chair.

“I’m your Master.” He smugly replied.

[Mom we are beginning to engage all of the Sentinels worldwide. Just give us some more time and be careful,] Rachel came into her mind.

“I’ll never you call you that willingly,” Jean said.

“Yes, you will.” The Leader seemed utterly confident at the moment.

“But you can start by recognizing that you will leave with me as my slave,” The Leader continued. He reached down to the same bag and removed a small case. He opened it up and slid it along the table towards Jean. While Jean looked over the case he reached back into his bag under the table and removed an apple that he began to snack on very loudly.

Jean looked inside the small case and found a small canvas satchel with a drawstring keeping it closed. She picked it up and opened the small thing. Inside she pulled out a much smaller collar. It was barely a half an inch wide; beautiful polished silver with seemingly no seams.

At the front, a small D-ring was embedded into the collar but it looked like it could be popped out. At the back, there was just a tiny pinhole that looked to fit an accompanying key that fell from the bag. Jean picked it up and placed the key into the hole. The collar sprang open wide enough to fit around her neck.

Despite the obvious negative aspects of it being a collar, Jean had to admit it was a lovely piece of jewelry that could be worn anywhere. Placing it down on the table she looked at the other contents of the case. There were four restraints all of the same beautiful gleaming silver. All seamless that looked to be locked with the very same key from the collar.

Like the collar, they all had embedded D-rings on them as well that could be popped up. The ones for her ankles were about two inches wide while the ones for her wrists were about an inch. The only difference between them and the collar was each restraint had an image of the X all X-Men wore on their uniforms. It was subtle, a brushed, duller texture that didn’t have the same polished gleam of the silver it was on. One would have to be close to see the insignia.

“Nice touch” Jean remarked, holding one of the restraints in her hand.

The Leader simply nodded.

Jean looked into the case once more and found a small jewelry case was the last item in there. She picked it out of the case and opened it. It was only small but inside there were two little barbells. A tiny what looked like bell attached to another barbell and four rings. All in the same beautiful polished gleaming silver of the restraints. It took a moment before Jan realized these were piercings.

“There is a whole other set. Almost identical for Ms. Pryde but I understand she won't be joining us” The Leader mocked. Clearly thinking Jean had already given in.

[How are we doing, Rachel?] Jean called out to her daughter.

There was a strain on the other side while Rachel was fighting but then her mind came in loud and clear.

[Not good. These Sentinels are giving us everything we can handle and the reports from elsewhere aren’t great,] Rachel admitted. There was a noticeable drop in connection before her mind came back to Jean’s once more.

[Also I didn’t want to tell you but we are getting reports that there are far more than what was shown to you and in different locations. Dad and Captain America have just ordered me to get to you. Kurt will be dropping me off in the UN building in a sec,] Rachel admitted.

[Why are you coming here though?] Jean asked.

Before there was an answer, there was a flash of purple smoke and the distinctive smell of sulfur that always heralded Nightcrawler’s arrival. The flash and the smoke seemed to catch the Leader by surprise, as he was taking a bit of his apple he threw it at the smoke in some sort of fight or flight response before trying to roll away on the chair.

Nightcrawler caught the apple in his hand and smiled at Jean. Rachel looked at her and smiled while she let go of her blue friend. Nightcrawler gave a quick nod to Jean before he teleported back to the battlefield to help the others.

“I am here Mom because Tony, Steve and Dad all think he is playing us,” Rachel moved towards him with an air of aggression rarely seen from her. She grabbed the Leader psychically from the chair and lifted him off of it and threw him to the ground.

“Where did you get all of these Sentinels? You could not have done it all by yourself” Rachel demanded.

“She’s a smart girl your daughter and I imagine you’ve been in contact with her the whole time,” The Leader said from the floor. Trying his best to protect his more vulnerable areas from the red-haired young woman standing over him in case she decided to beat him.

Jean nodded to all the statements.

“I have friends who really don’t like you but realize there is an option here to remove you from the board so to speak,” The Leader glanced over at Jean trying to make eye contact with her while avoiding contact with Rachel.

“Me?” Jean asked.

“Yes, you are the most dangerous and powerful mutant on the planet. You are skilled, experienced and intelligent. You pose the most threat to a world full of people who have no interest in living alongside mutants. I am simply a dirty man who loves bondage and humiliation and had the ability to draw you in and enslave you. Take you off of the board and reset the world to see what else may transpire”

“That’s insane,” Rachel blurted out.

“You are high on the list as well,” The Leader admitted.

“What about these Sentinels?” Jean and Rachel both asked.

“They tell me there is something called a Master Mold out there that can make them as fast as you can destroy them. They will keep coming until you are off of the board”

“What's to stop them from continuing if I even accept the offer?” Jean asked. Which got a death stare from her daughter but Jean had to ask.

“I don’t know,” The Leader admitted. “But I was told the self destruct is total and would take everything out”

“Do you know the location of the Master Mold?’ Rachel pressed. Her eyes flashing red as she had to use every bit of her willpower to stop herself from beating the prone man.

“No, but I might be able to find out” The Leader answered.

“How?” Jean asked.

“The people who supplied the Sentinels and the way to get more have given me a phone I can contact them at all times,” The Leader said.

“We can trace it?” Rachel asked.

“Too slow. We need confirmation that it’s destroyed. I’ll talk to them directly”

“No… I know what you're going to do” Rachel stated.

“It’s the only way……. You know that too” Jean admitted.

“They won't accept it from you. I could make them destroy it all because I’ll get you off of the board but if you contact them directly they know they are discovered. They are going to want something else. The Engineer is important to them. If you could offer Kitty...”

“No KITTY!!!!!” Rachel screamed while lifting a leg as if to kick him.

“That’s all you get” Jean stated simply.

“Offer them me,” Rachel said.

“No!!!” Jean screamed.

“It’s like you said Mom it’s the only way and he admitted I was high on their list too” Rachel shrugged her shoulders.

“I believe I could make that work,” The Leader said and then braced for some sort of attack while he lay on the ground.

“No!!” Jean screamed again.

“I will not let you” Jean continued.

“I don’t think we have a choice. No one has been killed yet but we can’t keep fighting Sentinels. My freedom is nothing compared to the lives of our family and friends. You know that, that’s why you volunteered yourself. If adding me seals the deal then so be it” Rachel reasoned.

“Rachel you have been a slave before” Jean pleaded.

“Exactly so I know what I am getting into” Rachel countered.

Jean’s shoulders slumped.

“Fine call them and tell them you have two of the most powerful mutants on the planet willing to serve as slaves to you if they destroy all the Sentinels and the Master Mold but we will need proof,” Jean stated.

“You will tell your friends to never mount a rescue?” The Leader pushed.

Rachel looked at her mother and felt her own shoulders slump as she saw the answer in her eyes.

“Yes.” Rachel said before Jean could. She was sure that saying it aloud for Jean was not something she wanted to do. She was rewarded with a silent thanks to her mother in her mind.

The Leader was soon on the phone and making contact with whoever was ultimately behind the Sentinels. There were very few words said until the Leader explained the offer. He seemed to listen for a long time before he asked for some time. He kept the person on the phone but placed the phone down.

“They agree however they require proof you are willing to submit” The Leader relayed the request.

“Such as?” Jean asked suspiciously.

“They have left that up to me. I want you both to strip and kneel on the table.” The Leader’s demeanor from the moment he was on the phone had switched right back to arrogant and full of himself. Jean and Rachel looked at each other and looked at him. Of course in the grand scheme of what they were agreeing to this was nothing.

“Every moment wasted means someone out there could die” the Leader reminded them both.

Jean was the first to start to strip. Removing her suit jacket and placing it on the chair. She moved to unbuckle her belt and then removed her pants. Standing in her shirt and panties she kicked off her shoes and her socks.

Across for her, Rachel was removing her one-piece costume. Red and yellow with spikes on it she was unzipping it from the back and bringing it down and then pulling her arms out of the sleeves, revealing a small black bra underneath as the costume was stripped to her waist.

Jean meanwhile was removing her shirt to reveal a very similar black bra. Tossing it aside she looked over at Rachel whose uniform was now down to just above her knees. A matching black pair of panties on display. Jean smiled despite it all knowing full well that she had the same thing on.

The two of them were naked within minutes, but they only felt a nervous fear prodded on by the constant reminder that their friends were still fighting all over the world.

On the conference table, they had to touch knees but it was just wide enough and sturdy enough to support their weight. The Leader looked at them with a smile as wide as the moon as he replied through the phone that they were indeed cooperating.

He was asked to send proof.

“Smile,” he teased while pointing the phone at them and snapping a picture.

“Now where is Master Mold?” Jean asked with such a commanding voice they all forget that she was naked and kneeling on a table for a moment.

“It is being destroyed, along with all the Sentinels,” The Leader relayed the unknown voice on the other end of the line.

[Scott?] Jean reached out.

[Emma?] Rachel reached out as well.

[What did you do Jean?] It wasn’t an accusing tone. It was more concern than anything coming from Scott Summers.

[They are dropping out of the air on their own, what did you do?] Emma sent through to Rachel.

[What we had to do.] Jean and Rachel both answered back to Scott and Emma.

[We?] Scott came back immediately. Jean bridged the two conversations with the aid of Rachel and Emma and all four of them now were talking together.

[Yes, we Dad] Rachel confirmed what he suspected that it was Jean and Rachel that had made some sort of deal.

[At what cost?] Asked Emma.

[Mine and Rachel’s freedom….. we’ve agreed to become the Leaders personal slaves in exchange the Sentinels and the Master Mold that was creating them are now destroyed] Jean replied. She reached out on the conference table in the real world and grabbed a hold of Rachel’s shoulder.

[That’s insane!!!] Scott shouted into the link.

[Scott, darling you have to be calm] Emma immediately replied.

[Dad were we winning?] Rachel asked with all the seriousness she could.

[No…. We weren’t losing either] Scott replied.

[Yes but you were getting tired weren’t you Slimm?] Jean interjected.

[No I wasn’t]

[Of course, you were darling] Emma replied the truth.

[We will come for you] Scott instantly sent.

[Yeah about that Dad, we agreed to tell you not to try and rescue us]

[Now that is insane,] Emma replied.

[It was the only way to guarantee it,] Jean answered.

[Plus we didn’t agree we wouldn’t try to escape on our own,] Rachel mischievously said.

[There’s no way of knowing if they will ever rebuild it all though,] Scott angrily sent. Appearing to come to terms with the terms of their survival.

[There never is love,] Emma replied for them all.

“I assume the silence you two communicating with the rest of your mutant brethren to make sure all is as I said,” The Leader asked. Breaking into the conversation that they were having.

“That’s right,” Rachel said.

“I assume all is as I directed?” The Leader asked.

“Yes, it is,” Jean answered.

The Leader reached into the bag again under the table and removed another case much like the one he had slid over to Jean that contained the restraints before. He slid it towards Rachel who eyed him suspiciously but looked at the case. The case was much the same with the same satchel that Rachel pulled out first.

Inside she reached in and pulled out the collar that looked exactly like the one her mother had placed down on the conference table. The restraints were the same as well.

Jean eyed them all as they came out of the satchel and felt her heart harden and her emotions reeled at the whole idea of her daughter being a slave. Rachel laughed as she saw the piercings.

“You are too much” Rachel mocked the Leader.

“I believe I have fulfilled my end of the deal,” the Leader observed pointedly.

“Yes you have,” Jean announced.

“Yes, I guess you have,” Rachel confirmed.

***

One week later.

Kitty watched on the television in Emma’s office. She was currently nude, with a thick leather collar that pushed her chin up. Emma sat in a chair, her hand loosely holding Kitty’s leash while she was on her knees at her feet. Her thighs were spread wide and her hands were locked behind her back.

Kitty had spent more and more time in Emma’s office over the past week. She was struggling to accept what had happened to Jean and Rachel and though no one would tell her truthfully she knew Rachel had taken her place in the service of the Leader. Now she paid close attention to what was happening on the television right now. The Leader was on the television. The channel was broadcasting the latest speech at the UN.

The Leader was shown walking towards the podium. Behind him trailed two chain leashes. The leashes were about six feet in length which kept the trailing two attached to them very close. Jean and Rachel walked behind him. Heads bowed, they were thankfully not nude, Kitty had to admit, but the leashes were connected to gleaming silver collars around their throats.

Though they weren’t nude, they were barely clothed. Jean was wearing a very risque version of her costume. A red and blue ensemble, the uniform covered all of her more private parts but that was about it. It was a halter top of shifting red and blue that expanded and went down her stomach in a very narrow patch of material that went to a short cut bikini-style bottom in her blue and red scheme. There was nothing covering her legs and she wore only small flat red shoes.

Rachel was walking just behind her mother. Her attire was red and yellow, very much like her costume but there were no spikes on it. She simply wore a garment that more resembled a sports bra than anything. It was yellow and red with little sprinkles of black in it that looked like they were supposed to resemble spikes. It was wider than the halter top Jean wore with wide straps that went over her shoulders. There was nothing connecting it to the other article of clothing Rachel was wearing which looked to be a frilly pair of panties with lace lining around the top, also in her yellow and red costume scheme.

Both had silver restraints locked around their ankles and wrists that shined through the television as they walked. Around them, dignitaries and aids either booed or cheered at the appearance of the two mutants and the Leader from Genosha. To Kitty’s ears the cheering was beginning to overwhelm the booing but she as thankful for any form of support for mutants. Now at the podium, the two former X-Men took up spots behind him. He still gripped the leash in one hand and adjusted the microphone in front of him.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of this esteemed chamber. My name is Darian Trask, the Leader of the great country of Genosha…...”

Kitty looked up at Emma and saw the surprise on her face that she felt on her own. On the television, she could see the surprise on Jean and Rachel’s face as well. Though Darian Trask was unknown to them, a name like Trask was well known in the circles of mutants. Bolivar Trask being the original creator of the Sentinels.

“I never knew my father. I grew up isolated and kept from the world view. Not even discovering my true last name until a few short years ago. I tell you this, I share my father's concern for humanity and the threat mutants are to it…..” He tugged harshly on the leashes forcing Jean and Rachel to move next to him. Thanks to the wide and large podium the television cameras could only see from their stomachs up but Kitty knew and she suspected as did anyone else watching there was something being done to the two women hidden from view.

***

In the chamber.

Rachel hated this more than anything she could remember. Even more than being a hound because she knew when she was that, she had not chosen it on her own. This humiliation and service she had chosen and though she would not take back her choice it didn’t mean she had to like it. Being pulled around like a piece of meat or at best a pet was at the best of times disgusting but for him to have brought her and her mother out on leashes in this very chamber where good was supposed to win out. Peace was supposed to be maintained by all the nations of the world while she was paraded around like a pet.

Now she stood next to him while he addressed the chamber and the world. Rachel was on his left while Jean, her mother, stood to his right. The Leader had dropped the hold on the leashes ever so subtly right next to the microphone without anyone seeing. His hands gripped both of the redheaded women’s asses while he talked about his country and family. He was openly pawing at her ass while out of view from most in the chamber those who were to the side and behind could easily see and they were doing nothing about it.

“So after making a decision to try to do something about it I was soundly rebuffed by many in this chamber and powerful forces outside of it. I can no longer maintain my authority over my nation and effective immediately I will be resigning as the Leader of Genosha. I will help to form a commission to allow free and open elections and invite those in this chamber to help me do so….” There was a wide swath of cheering in the chamber as it looked like everyone agreed it was for the best.

“I will retire into private life with the company of my two partners,” The Leader lingered on the word partner so that all in the chamber and outside knew that partners were most certainly not the way to which he preferred and wished Jean and Rachel to be addressed as. At least he knew not to say slaves in that chamber for fear of pushing too far.

“So I bid this chamber goodbye and I wish you all health and happiness and to Genosha, I say to my people that I love. I will watch and help in any way I can to see Genosha reborn once more.” As he said happiness his two hands reached back and slapped the backsides of the two women quite hard causing each to give a small yelp that was caught on camera.

The Leader grabbed a hold of the leashes and jerked on them to make the two women follow him. Walking around the front of the podium he stopped in front of the dignitaries. Some of whom were standing and clapping while others, a relative few were jeering at him. He smiled and shook the hands of some.

“Slaves.” He commanded to Rachel and Jean who walked up to be at his side.

“Yes Master,” Jean answered.

“Yes Master?” Rachel replied.

“Strip” The Command was short and full of challenge. Daring them to challenge him in front of this many people but in the week since they had surrendered to him they knew how cruel he could be and how fragile his ego was. Knowing that they could not escape they lowered their heads.

“Yes Master,” Jean answered

“Yes Master,” Rachel followed.

The two women were barely wearing anything to begin with. It only took a couple of minutes and Jean and Rachel were standing nude in only their collars and restraints before the assembled body.

“Kneel.” The command was short again but made it clear in his tone he would not tolerate a hint of disobedience.

Rachel and Jean looked at each other and knew their humiliations were just getting started. They dropped to their knees and as they had been trained to do they kept their knees wide and their hands behind their heads with their elbows out.

Rachel could feel the cameras of the world zooming in on their naked bodies. Everything in her told her to run but the restraints were electricity charged and power dampeners that they hadn’t known about until they had put them on a week ago. One of the Leaders aides rushed out with a tray and two small but familiar cases on them. They were the cases containing the piercings that had yet to have been added to them.

Rachel didn’t like where this was going and when she looked at her mother she could see the same thoughts running through her mind. There were people all around yelling at them to stop but more frighteningly there were far more cheering him on. Unaware if this was being shown to all the two women had no choice in the matter. Another aid arrived with a piercing gun and some supplies.

“Please, not here,” Jean pleaded with the Leader.

“The whole world wants to see my two servants marked and made mine,” The Leader said low enough that only the three of them and those closest could hear. There was a crowd forming around them that they hoped was blocking some of the cameras from seeing.

The security was being held back by people from all sorts of countries eager to see the debasement of the two mutants. The new aide seemed to be the most experienced with the gun as she set up around them. Jean looked at Rachel and Rachel looked back into her mother's eyes.

“I am so sorry,” Jean whispered.

“We chose this Mom….. I am sorry too,” Rachel ventured to take her hands from the back of her head in defiance of her orders and reached out towards her mother. Jean didn’t have to think twice about it. She reached out with her hand and took her hand in her own. Gripping tightly. The Leader watched with a certain degree of anger but then lightened up at it.

“Isn’t that sweet. Stay like that if you so wish” The Leader commanded and though they knew they would be punished later for it they were happy for any small comfort at the moment.

The aide with the piercing gun moved towards Jean with the case of rings in his hand and left the other one for Rachel on the tray. He swabbed her nipples with cold rubbing alcohol. Causing her nipples to stiffen and become erect. He wasted no time and with great skill, he pierced both nipples. Placing the bars through her nipples Jean felt the extra weight of them on her breasts and wondered if she would get used to it.

He cleaned his tools for a moment before moving to Rachel. He opened the case from the tray and removed the bars for her. Rachel gripped her mother’s hand tightly and the whole world seemed to become just them and the piercing gun. She was happy for that as the humiliation of this being done here and now in front of all was too much for her. Her eyes closed but she could still see it all in her imagination. The swabbing of her own nipples made it all the more real as they hardened. There was a flash of pain and her right nipple was pierced followed quickly by her left. Bars of silver were soon placed through her nipples just like her Mom and she opened her eyes to see that everyone was looking at her.

Rachel felt a squeeze of her hand from Jean and she squeezed back. She had a look around and noticed that the cameras had found a way through the crowd and were indeed filming or perhaps even broadcasting live still her and her mothers mutilation. Angry and hopeless she wanted to scream at them, ask them why they were allowing this but she knew why. This was all they would ever be to them. Nonhuman. What the Leader was doing was merely tagging his livestock.

“Now on your backs,” The Leader commanded.

Without separating their hands they obeyed. Getting on to their backs they were told to keep their legs spread and their knees in the air. The man with the piercing gun came back into view. The tiny box meant for Jean. He held the four rings in one hand and showed them around like some sort of newborn puppy.

All around took in the sight of the silver rings and some laughed knowing what was about to happen but the vast majority of people were uneducated in the ways of sexual kinks like this. Jean and Rachel were not very experienced but it had all been spelled out to them before and they had their previous captivity to remind them.

Once more starting with Jean the aide with the gun knelt down in between her legs. He forced her knees further apart, moving Jean’s right knee into Rachel’s left. Rachel could barely see what was going on but she did see him swab all around her mother's most intimate area with what she presumed was the alcohol.

With the gun in hand, he seemed to be using his other hand to pull and pinch and even twist. Her mother next to her gripped her hand even more tightly and seemed to be running through a sort of breathing exercise to calm down. Rachel tried to join her in the breathing. Anything she could do to help. The man with the gun finished doing whatever he was doing and brought the gun down to her area. Rachel craned her head and looked to see that he had grabbed a hold of her mother's clit. Engorged and erect from whatever he had done to her he held the gun against her clit. Without any words said or any caution given he pierced a hole through her clit. He placed the tiny silver bell in immediately and cleaned around it.

The bell was tiny but with each move, there was a very slight ring that must have to her Mother and even to Rachel herself sounded like the biggest bell ever ringing in the world.

Jean’s hand squeezed Rachel’s tighter and tighter, the man moved to her lips now. Piercing the four rings through her labia lips. Rachel with her head still craned looked at her mother who had her eyes closed but a single tear escaped from the closed eyelid. The man was done with Jean and was now replacing and cleaning his tool on the tray before moving onto Rachel.

She looked at her mother. Jean’s eyes were opening and looking at her. She mouthed that she was alright before she squeezed her hand again as the man approached with the rings and bell for Rachel. Her head still craned Rachel’s world still consisted of just her mother, her the man with the gun but every so often a comment or a laugh would break through that haze and remind her that she was still in the UN General Assembly, nude and being pierced like a prized heifer.

Her first instinct was to close her eyes and do the breathing that her mother had done but she was defiant and wanted to know what was going on. The man knelt between her legs spreading her further open just like he had her mother. He had cotton swabs and some other sort of oil that he was placing on his hands and reaching down to rub her clit. Rachel was anything but aroused at the moment but the oil and his physical attention on her clit immediately started to get the blood flowing to her clit.

“Stop that!” Rachel yelled but she was rewarded with her single act of disobedience with an electric shock that went from every restraint on her wrists and ankles and from her collar. It radiated through her body in agony. She was more saddened that because she was holding hands with her mother she got a bit of a shock as well. She mouthed her apologies but Jean simply smiled, proud of her daughter.

The Leader came into view and asked if she would like to speak up anymore and she was forced to shake her head no. She was not willing to risk it and there was no real hope of escaping at the moment.

The man with the gun continued to do his work after that. He had her engorged clit in his hand. Massaging it and stimulating it to a point that he must have been happy with. He placed the gun against her clit and pierced it. Rachel let a small yelp out. A little annoyed that she had made a noise but she knew it had been coming. Watching his every move she knew when the gun was about to do its business. When he moved to grab the rings she knew what was coming. With impressive speed and skill, he had her lips pierced just as quickly as her mother next to her.

Rachel looked down at the new additions to her body and loathed them for what they represented. Though they were not very heavy, the weight they seem to have on her soul was immeasurable.

“Two prized servants. Up on your feet and proclaim who and what you are.” The Leader announced.

Jean and Rachel, hands still gripped together climbed to their feet. Jean reached down with her free hand and looked around and inspected the rings. Rachel wanted nothing to do with them and having seen them go in she didn’t need a closer feel. She looked at her mother who squeezed her hand.

“My Name is Jean Grey Summers, I am a mutant and I am a servant of my Master,” Jean announced. They had gone over this particular phrasing before they had come out.

“My Name is Rachel Summers, I am a mutant and I am a servant of my Master,” Rachel repeated.

All around them the cameras zoomed in on their faces and then out on their bodies.

***

Kitty and Emma watching at the mansion were disgusted. Kitty was on her knees still, collared and nude while Emma held her leash sat at the desk chair. She pulled Kitty up to her and had her sit on her lap.

“What he does with them….” Emma asked.

“…. is completely different then what I am doing with you” Kitty replied.

“…. good girl, why is that?” Emma asked. Taking a strand of hair that had fallen on Kitty’s face and tucking it behind her ear.

“Because what we do is consensual and therapeutic. To test out a power exchange structure” Kitty said. They had gone over this a couple of times to make sure Kitty knew why she felt the need to do this with Emma since her return from Genosha.

“That is right,” Emma proclaimed. She motioned for Kitty to get off of her lap. She dropped the leash and opened her legs.

“Now pleasure your Mistress” Emma ordered.

“Yes Mistress” Kitty turned her back on the TV and got into position to lick her Mistress’s pussy.

Emma looked at the TV and though she was disgusted at the display, she had to admit she was turned on by it as well.

***

Jean and Rachel were still in the assembly. On their knees with their asses in the air and the faces on the floor. Their asses had been and were being slapped by any and all who could get close enough to do so.

“Thank you, Sir,” Jean said as the last hand struck her ass.

“Thank you, Sir,” Rachel repeated as another hand finished smacking her own ass.

The Leader appeared with two large glass butt plugs. He handed one to the man who had pierced them. With the other in his hand, he stood next to Jean while the other took up a position next to Rachel.

The Leader nodded at the aide. Without mercy and warning, they inserted the large plugs into the two women's asses. They screamed on TV so loudly that Kitty stopped for only a brief moment pleasuring her Mistress before resuming knowing she didn’t want to displease her Mistress.

“I’ll kill you all!” Rachel screamed trying to reach behind and tear the thing from her ass but she was stopped by all sorts of people. Jean tried to jump to her feet before removing it but the Leader placed his boot on top of her head before she could get any height and forced her back down.

The aide who had pierced them left for a moment coming back with another tray and new implement. Rachel could see what it was and tried again to move but there were too many holding her down. Jean was trying to get up too but she was being held down by more than just the Leaders boot.

“You both will stop now!” The Leader said harshly. Jean and Rachel stopped squirming. Rachel watched as the man with the new implement came into view. Rachel knew it to be a tattoo gun. The man moved towards her first with a nod from the Leader. He slapped her ass as she came into contact with her.

With wide black ink within an hour, the two mutant redheads had ‘Property of Trask’ tattooed live on their right ass cheeks for all to see. Jean and Rachel were led off of the floor by their leashes. While the rest of the world watched and a large number of people within that chamber cheered.

Jean and Rachel were led to the back. There were still crowds of people there but here there were far more unhappy with him and what he had just done with the two mutants in the assembly. His aides, however, had cordoned off a section for him. Tugged on the leashes, Jean and Rachel were brought towards that section. There the Leader had them kneel.

“Kiss my boots, slaves,” He ordered.

The two of them looked at each other and lowered their heads. Their lips touching his boots and kissing them.

“Good sluts. Now into your cages,” he ordered again.

Two cages stacked upon each other and on some sort of roller was brought out. The cages were made of gleaming steel. Thick bars and steel gave them a very industrial look. Jean looked at Rachel who returned her look with a very dubious one of her own.

“Top or bottom?” Jean asked.

“You choose” Rachel replied with a slight smile somehow escaping her lips. The very notion of having to choose which cage seemed so ridiculous that she couldn’t help but smile.

Jean shrugged her shoulders but returned her smile with her own smirk.

“I’ll take the bottom.”

Still on their hands and knees, Rachel lifted her hand to motion for her to go first. Jean crawled ahead and the cage was opened for her by one of the aides. It opened with an audible creak but inside Jean noticed there was a pillow and the bottom was cushioned but obstructed by view because of the width of the steel. Barely five feet long and maybe three feet tall and three feet wide it was a close fit but Jean could get in.

Once she was in before she had found a comfortable spot the door was closed behind her and locked. Jean stared out at Rachel who was now crawling towards the cages as well. The Leader following behind her. Walking with her leash still in his hand but letting her set the pace. Rachel kept her eyes on Jean who smiled just to let her daughter know everything was alright.

Rachel looked up at the empty top cage and placed her hands into the open cage. Lifting herself up but conscious that the Leader would not like it if she assumed her full height. Plus she reasoned this was probably a better way to get in anyways. She pulled herself into the cage and found it cushioned and even somewhat comfortable. The door was shut and locked before she had settled on a place.

“Who do you belong to?” The Leader asked while peering down from above on the two cages.

“I belong to you, Master,” Rachel answered.

“I belong to you, Master,” Jean repeated.

The Leader laughed a long, hearty laugh that neither of them had ever heard from him before. His aides came into view with a large black blanket they draped over the cages. Blinding the two women but they could still hear. They listened while the Leader barked orders and could tell that the cages had started rolling by feeling the movement.

“Now home to Genosha!” The Leaders voice rang through their ears.

The End.