Monday, 6 February 2023

Jean Grey - Vogue Direction (Unfinished)

 Yet another unfinished piece from the past year or so. 


Jean Grey needs information. Only one person she knows may have it. Does she dare deal with the slaver known as Tullamore Voge?


Tullamore Voge was a disgusting individual. In a life full of meeting such people Jean had never encountered another quite like Voge. Small and round the man was blue all over. With long thick black eyebrows shaping a small pudgy face. Mutton chop facial hair with hair extending from his chin to his adam’s apple, Vogue sat on an old antique Victorian arm chair. Beautiful thick brown wood cushioned in red velvet and decorated in subtle etchings along the arms and the legs Jean could not make out what they were of but it gave the chair an air of authority and class. Completely in contrast with Vogue himself who sat with his fat feet barely touching the ground. Clad in loafers with curled up toes that spoke more to whimsy then the elegance the chair represented. On arm draped over the chair and the other holding a pipe with which he drew to his long thin lined mouth. Taking the occasional puff. His small eyes squinting to take in her appearance. In front of him a woman lay on the floor. Concealed from head to toe in what Jean thought was leather the only thing distinguishing that it was a women was the long brunette braided hair coming from the top of the leather hood she wore and the obviously very feminine features highlighted by the extreme tightness of the leather encasing her. She lay at Vogue’s feet. The only other things she wore were silver gauntlets on her wrists that appeared to have rings in them for retraining and similar items on her ankles. A thick silver collar around her throat with a ring in the front completed the attire.


There was no one else int eh room except for the three of them. Vogue’s chair sat in front of a large mahogany desk. As ornate and antique as the chair. The room was large but not large enough to speak to the enormous wealth and power Vogue weld. Dark brown and red being the colour scheme of the place. A large bookcase dominated the wall behind the desk as well as another to her right. Behind her the door which she came through was as nondescript as any door in any other place in the world. She had been shown in by a large associate who had not said more then a directing her to follow him since she arrived here. This was clearly Vogue’s study or office Jean thought to herself. While below and all around her she could hear the thumping music and the chorus of voices that was the nightclub that fronted Vogue’s operation in Moscow. To her left was a painting framed in the same dark woods with ornate swirls on each corner. Bringing a prestige and class again to the office/study. Underneath the painting was a bench in a slighter lighter tone but still dark brown. To either side were two small filing cabinets that barely came to the bottom of where the large painting hung int eh center of the wall. 


Vogue puffed on his pipe as he regarded her. Only having dealt with her once before in this very city Jean Grey to him had cost him much in the way of money and prestige. Two items he took very seriously but he had a soft spot for gorgeous women of power and she certainly fit the bill. When he had learned from the people at the front that she was there asking to see her he had thought trap but there was no deception coming from her and certainly he had his people looking all over the city. For the moment at least she was the only X-Man in Russia. 


“What can I do for you X-Man?” Vogue announced taking another long slow puff from the pipe afterwards.


Jean stepped forward coming within feet of the woman who lay at his feet. 


“I need your help” Jean answered honestly and directly. She brushed a strand of loose hair from her cheek and placed it behind her ear. Her long red hair flowing to the bottom of her neck. Vogue studied her as she had no doubt studied him as she entered the room. Jean stood before him in her newest costume. Form fitting like all other heroes her costume awash in blue and red. Blue knee high boots stretched up to red covered legs that continued up over her lower body. Ending in a blue midsection that began at her naval with the customary ‘x’ signet there. The blue went up closely fitted to her body up over her breasts that were proportionally large for her figure but not overly so. Making them stand erect and at attention the costume continued over to her shoulders. Where blue shoulder pads gave an almost militaristic feel and spoke to the type of armor she must need on a daily basis. The blue shoulder pads gave way to red underarms that extened down over her elbows to her wrists and then continued into blue fitted gloves that seemed to only cover her palms. Leaving her fingers open to the air. The blue continued up over her neck and blending in with a piece of head gear that covered her cheeks and her forehead but allowing her glorious red locks to fall around her. 


“Since when do the X-Men ask help from me?” Vogue countered.


“Your experience in the field I need help in will aid me greatly” Jean responded. Looking down at the woman before her. She seemed almost asleep on Vogue’s feet like a pet.


“What field would that be?” Vogue asked. Curiosity coming into his voice.


“Slavery” Jean answered quickly and directly.


“I am out of that business….. mostly” Vogue smiled and rubbed his fat shoe covered foot over the woman’s shoulder below him. She simply leaned into it almost cat like Jean mused.


“I am aware of that. I am not here to bring you down or anything Vogue I am in need of help and in short supply of time”


“Continue” Vogue prodded looking for more information while taking another pull on the pipe.


“Long story short. Someone entrusted the care of their children to me they have vanished from my ability to track. All clues lead to a rash of abductions throughout the entire world. Mutants and humans alike. All children aged twelve and under being taken. Same M.O at all scenes. My own investigations have only revealed that it appears to be the same group” Jean replied.


“You believe I have something to do with it? Abducting children was never something I enjoyed and most often placed them with their family's with their eventual owners” Vogue replied.


“I know you have nothing to do with it Vogue but I am hoping you might have a line on who is out there doing these kind of operations” Jean reasoned. Ignoring that he admitted to doing the same thing. Time was of the essence in Jean’s mind so she was willing to overlook pretty much anything as long as she saved those children.


“As I said I am out of the game but I do maintain some contacts. I could perhaps help you” Vogue answered after a long time of silence.


“What do you want Vogue in exchange for the information” Jean wanted to cut through all the ceremony and get down to business.


“I only trade in information and prestige now my dear Phoenix. What you ask will cost me in both. I must be compensated therefore in both” Vogue reasoned aloud.


“Such as?” Jean asked.


“I do not know who took those children but I am fairly certain I could find out for you. If I do so and manage to bring them all back I require a boon worthy of my efforts. Would you now agree”


“Yes” Jean said skeptically. 


“I do not know what information the X-Men could give to me that I would find worthwhile. Therefore I must ask that the prestige must be great” Voge continued to reason aloud. Jean got a sinking feeling in her stomach but brushed it off.


“Just say it Voge. What do you want?” Jean blurted.


“I want you”


Jean stood for a moment and simply remained silent. She wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to ask for but she wasn’t entirely sure how she had not thought that would be what he wanted.


“Not as some simple pet like my lovely here” Vogue tapped the woman’s shoulder again with his foot. The woman simply snuggled into his feet more so afterwards.


“No I want you as my willing slave. Ready and able to do all I wish” Vogue’s voice began to boom above the sounds from the club all around them as he became excited. 


Still stunned at the request Jean could barely manage to breath let alone formulate a response.


“Do we have a deal?” Vogue asked in all sincerity.


Jean felt her mouth go dry but felt the words in her stomach more then in her mouth before they came out.


“No, absolutely not” Jean blurted. Loudly and harshly enough it caused the docile woman below Vogue to stir for half a minute before settling back down.


“As I thought. That is my price” Vogue’s voice took on a consulatry tone and one that was edged with bitterness.


“These are children Vogue” Jean implored for the help.


“My heart aches as much as you would have yourself believe I am lying but I cannot help you without suitable return….. my business and standing depends on it” Vogue’s voice was light but tinged with regret. Though Jean was a powerful telepath and most likely the most powerful one on the planet Vogue was no slouch when it came to telepathy and Jean knew as he did that their defenses were up from the moment they both sensed each other close by. She could not persuade him through her usual means.


“I can not sell myself like that Vogue. Name something else” Jean demanded.


“No. This is the price…….. however I will offer you this. I will agree to look into it and furnish you with anything I learn. If you come back tomorrow I am sure I will have something. You can elect to continue on your own investigation from there if you wish or I can continue to pursue it”


It sounded reasonable but Jean was wary.


“What do you expect out of this Voge?” Jean asked. Voicing her wariness to him.


“I ask for one simple act right now” Voge’s smile came to his lips. It was not one of evil or mirth but one of expectation.


“What?” Jean asked. That feeling in her stomach coming back to her.


“I ask for one simple act……. Kiss my foot” Voge’s smile was wide on his small fat face. His arm that had been resting on the arm of the chair was now anchored on the end of it as he leaned forward to see her reaction.


“Kiss your foot?!” Jean exclaimed.


“Yes” Voge’s simple reply.


“Your insane” Jean blurted.


“Such a simple act I ask of you. While you ask for me to use my power and influence to track down people who are no doubt familiar to me” Voge reasoned. His foot that had been resting on the woman’s shoulder rasised into the air a foot or two from the ground. He wiggled his toes within the show. Causing the curl at the end to move around.


“Just one kiss?” Jean asked.


“One here and now and one tomorrow when you arrive” Voge added.


Jean swallowed and though she didn’t give voice to the words her nod gave Voge the answer he wished for. His foot lightly touched the shoulder again of the docile woman who perked up and looked at Voge. Though Jean kept her powers close to her she could feel a conversation between the two. Even catching the meaning behind it. Voge wished for privacy for this moment. The docile woman nodded from her place on the ground and got up to her hands and knees and crawled past Jean without so much as a word towards the door. Jean followed her, craning her head over her neck to see as she went behind her. The woman crawling reached the door and pawed at it like a dog. The door immediately opened up. Revealing the large man who had escorted Jean to the room in the first place was standing guard and allowing at lest for the moment the large obnoxious sounds from the club to fully permeate through the room. The woman crawled out and the large man closed the door behind her.


“I thought perhaps she would cause you some concern” Voge replied.


“How thoughtful” Jean managed to reply though her still dry mouth. Turning her head around toe look at him. Voge had leaned even further ahead in his chair now and looked on her like a predator.


Jean smiled and began to lower herself to the floor. Where his foot stretched out to meet her. Jean took the shwo in her right hand while maintaining balance on her other hand. Crouching in spot she looked at the show. A brown leather mix she swallowed her pride and placed a delicate and quick kiss on the shoe.


“Happy?” She announced. Almost throwing his foot from her.


“No….. Not at all. I said my foot, not my shoe. 


Sighing Jean took the offered foto back into her hand. Rasising her other hand to help take off the shoe Voge smiled from above.


“I want you on your stomach while you kiss my foot” Voge proclaimed.


“Excuse me?” Jean asked stopping her removal of his show while in dangled from his toes.


“On your stomach” Voge repeated his proclaimation.


Jena eyed daggers at him but nodded and dropped his foot for a moment. Stretching out her legs behind her she lowered herself to the ground. Her stomach taking the pressure of her body. Voge’s foot dangling above her head. His shoe waving from his toes. Jean looked up as high as she could and could only make up to Voge’s very round and blue belly. She reached up with her hands and removed the shoe. Placing it down by her head she guided his foot to come and sit next to her mouth. The blue foot was large and pudgy in keeping with his entire physique but it was immactualy manicured and smelled of berries. Surprised Jean was thankful for the small things while she craned her head to place her lips on the top of his foot. She placed the kiss on the top of his foot and left it there for a moment so he would not complain about the time and then removed her lips. Leaving behind a slight moist mark where her lips had been on his blue foot. Above her she heard him sighing in pleasure from such a small act. Jean used all of her strength and skill to return to her feet within moments. Greetign her was a smile on the face of Voge that actually gave her a slight smile. He seemed so satisfied with himself and all it had cost Jean was one little kiss. She deemed it worthwhile for his help and was eager to see what he could dig up on her behalf.


“Thank you” He said while staring into her eyes.


“I hope you can help me Voge”


“So do I” Voge replied enthusiastically and promptly. 


Jean was shown out of the club by the very same large gentlemen who had brought her to Voge in the first place. She spent the rest of the day tryign to find her own leads but came up empty and sleep deprived late into the night. Finally she fell asleep and waited for what Voge could find the next day.



At mid day Jean was ushered back itnot eh study again to see Voge sat once more in the chair. The docile woman no where to be seen it was just the two of them in the study. Voge looked at her with an air of expectation.


“So?” Jean asked. Corssing the room to stand only inches from him.


“Where is my kiss?” Voge replied.


“What?” Jean asked.


“The conditions where I would look into it or a kiss yesterday and today” Voge replied. Taking a puff of smoke from his pipe.


Jean knew what he was asking and sighed inwardly. She crouched down to her knees and then remembered he wanted ti on her stomach. She placed herself on her stomach before him and waited for his foot to descend next to her face. Before it did Voge took his time to take in the scene before lowering it.


“I have some news” Voge announced before his foot hit the ground next to her face.


“I think though every time you see me and leave me you must kiss my foot” Voge explained. Raising his foot before Jean could grab a hold of it and remove his shoe.


“What?” Jean asked from the floor”


“Every time you visit alone of course I expect you to place yourself on the floor as you are now before me and kiss my foot in greeting and in departure” Voge explained. 


“That’s crazy Voge” Jean exclaimed. Rising from her position on the floor. Her hair falling over her face as she did so.


“Such a small thing again for so much” Voge reasoned.


Jean eyed him and his smiling expectant face. Sighing outwardly she nodded her ascent to his request. She lowered herself back tot eh ground and waited for his foot to arrive. When it did Jean had to reach with her hands around her self to remove his loafer. Revealing the small blue foot. Again immaculately manicured Jean puckered her lips and placed a kiss on the top of his foot. Voge wiggled his toes in delight. Jean placed his show back on his feet as she raised herself to her full height before him.


“What news do you have?” jean asked.


“Indeed they have all been abducted by the same group. A group I had limited dealings with the past. I am in the process of attempting to contact them”


“Attempting?” Jean asked with a hint of skepticism. 


“Yes…. We were never on good terms” Voge admitted.


“The name of the group?” Jean asked.


“They call themselves the scoundrels of sin” Voge laughed at the name and Jean had to admit she chuckled under her breath as well.


“Perhaps that is why I had limited dealings. Such a terrible name but they are quite ruthless” Voge seriously admitted.


“Thank you” Jean said in all honesty.


“A deal is a deal. Speaking of, Would you like me to continue to look into it or would you prefer to go on your own now?” Voge asked in earnest.


Jean looked at him and saw hoenst sinceriraity in his body language. 


“I don’t see why we cannot both contnue to look into it” Jean replied.


“You are aware I will recquire further payment” Voge interjected.


“Such as” Jaen eyed him suspiciously but he was still open and hoenst with her.


“I will ask that each time you address me and are alone with me that you are kneeling’ Voge claimed.


“I see what you are doing Voge. I would nto agree to your slave request so you are trying to get me there in little bits and pieces” 


Voge laughed aloud. A melodic sound that was as deep as his belly and warm.


“Indeed I am. How about it. Game for it X-Man” Voge challenged.


Confident Jean could avoid his advances and decline at anytime she smiled in return and laughed.


“You have a deal” Jean replied with a smile. Lowering herself to her knees to show her agreement to his request.


“Excellent. As I said with my initial offer Miss Grey. A willing slave not some mind overridden dolt like all my others” Voge proclaimed.


“I’m open for the game but don’t think you’ll win Voge” Jean smiled but not as warmly. A thinly veiled threat behind her words.


Voge matched her tone.


“Let the games begin” Voge declared.


Jean looked up to him and smiled a thin smile but it was full of the curiosity she felt at the moment. 


“Anything else?” Voge asked.


“No I would like to follow up on that lead” Jean answered.


“Good, as would I. You know how to leave” Voge’s foot rose from the place he had been resting it. Jean took it in her hand while kneeling lowered herself back down to the floor and took the shoe off. With her face on the ground she placed her lips on the top of his foot once more and kissed it.


“Yes the game will be fun” Voge remarked. Watching as Jean had composed herself after raising from the floor and walking out of the room.



Jean spent the next part of the day huddled over all the databases and going through everything she possibly think of to try and find anything about the scoundrels of sin but there was nothing to be seen.



Voge was in the club the next day that Jean arrived. She had to wait in the room until Voge joined her in the room. Jean looked at the fat blue former slaver. He was quite content within himself and smiled at her as she walked by. He assumed his seat on the chair and looked expectantly at her. Jean wondered only for a brief moment before she let loose a sigh and brought herself to the ground. Waiting for his foot to appear by her head. 


“Remember to kneel when you get up” Voge teased. Jean cringed inwardly but nodded as much as she could on the ground. The foot appeared by her face. Straining to use both hands from such a position she removed his show and kissed his foot. Getting up into a kneel position she replaced the shoe back on his feet and waited for him to remark about anything.


“You look beautiful like that” He finally did remark. After taking her in. In his mind and in his eye.


“Thank you” It seemed the only appropriate thing to say.


“Have you found anything regarding the scoundrels?” Voge asked.


“No, you?” Jean asked hopefully and also hoping that he had nothing so that she did not have to play this game with him.


“Contacting them is taking longer then I thought but I have been able to narrow down their base of operations to at least a continent” Voge stated. Eyeing her with a leer and a smile.


“What does that information cost me?” Jean asked.


Vogue smiled and reached behind him to the desk. On it he picked up his pipe and took a swig from it. Turning back to regard her he placed his other arm back on the armrest of the chair and leaned forward.


“Lets see more of you” Voge announced without any preamble.


“Strip?” Jean declared with a tone of nervousness.


“Yes” His reply made it known he would not take any other option for payment of the information.


“Tell me where” Jean asked again.


“You know what to do” Voge’s reply was serious tinged with a tone of sympathy and even empathy.


Jean looked at the man sat int eh chair and cringed at the thought of him laying eyes on her in her birthday suit but she needed the information and so far he had been nothing but honest with her. She reached behind and began to take her headgear off. Letting her hair flow freely around her face she unzipped the back of her costume. Letting it fall to just below her shoulder blades she turned around on her knees so her back faced him. He allowed it while he was captured by the sight of her stripping. Jean brought the costume down past her shoulders and down to her lower back. Giving just a hint of her exposed ass. 


“I’m going to stand up to remove the rest” Jean announced without giving him any chance to say anything. She rose to her feet and allowed the costume to fall from her front. It now bunched at her waist. The first thing that struck Voge was how well looked after the body was. Of course with all the action she sees he imagined she would have to be a the top of her physical fitness on a daily basis. The second thing was her skin as milky smooth and almost glistened. Pale but not as pale as other redheads he had seen. She was freckled with tiny little rown marks all over her body that Voge couldn’t help but be entranced by. It was if her skin and body was destined for this room full of rich browns and reds. Her shoulders bumped up and down as he heard her sigh. Giving her the courage to continue the costume dropped below her waist to her knees. Revealing her subtle yet expertly shaped apple bottom. Slightly paler then the rest of her body the ass was tight and upright as she moved. 


Jean bent down to left her leg out of the costume and tehn did the same with the other leg. Standing now wit the costume in a pile next to her she remained with her back towards the former slaver. Silently building the courage to do what was going to come next which would be to turn around and face him.


“When you are ready” Voge commanded from the chair. Clearly referring to turning around Jean nodded. Though he could not see the nod the subtle shake of her neck let him know his order had been heard and understood. Anticipation filled the room. Jean, felt a bead of sweat forming on her brow while Voge leaned forward so much in his chair he worried about tipping it. Composing himself he sat back and tried to foster a more dignified posture. 


Finally Jean turned around to face him. Her arm draped over her chest and her other hand palm wide blocking the view of her more intimate areas below. 


“While I appreciate your bashfulness we both know I am not going to allow that” Voge said with a smile with the hint of a taunt.


“Give a girl some time will yeah…… not really used to being naked” Jean admitted.


“You are certainly not a virgin having being married and I am sure you have had your fair share of flings after the adrenaline has worn down. So what is it?” Voge asked. A current of genuine curiosity flooded through his words.


“This is so on show” Jean reluctantly admitted. Trying to stop her movement from allowing one of her breasts to escape it’s hand held bra. 


“Best to pull the band-aid” Voge recommended. Jean saw the truth in that and looked at him. His smile was again not evil and not full of anything but awe as he looked at her. She found it somewhat flattering.


With quick movements she withdrew her hands from providing blockage and allowed herself to be fully seen by this man who only two days ago revolted her when she had laid eyes on her. If she had to admit he still did but there was a nobility somehow she thought within it all and she was doing it all for the right reasons. 


All hope of maintaining a posture and look of feigned interest immediately disappeared within Voge when Jean allowed him to see. Jean stood with her hands in her hands in front of her. Playing idly with her fingers while Voge took in the picture in front of her. Her breasts were indeed large but not overly so and certainly not on her frame which was tall and athletic without losing any trace of femininity. Her nipples stood out and Voge reminded himself that it was indeed a little chilly in there. Tracing her perfect body down to the most important pieces Voge saw that her pubic hair was a mess of red hair that really went against the rest of her body that was so well maintained.


“Your pubic hair is a mess” Voge proclaimed with almost a hint of disgust in his voice.


“I’ve heard men like to know that redheads are indeed natural” Jean replied with a child like pleading.


“Indeed we do but there is knowing and there is knowing” Voge stepped from his chair. Jean took a step back but that did not deter him. He reached her, within a couple of inches of her he crouched down to look. Jean was mortified that the blue man was so close to her taking a look at her private parts.


“Ummm do you have to be so close” Jean asked.


“Yes….. now spread your lips” Voge commanded.


Jean reached down with her left hand and used her fingers to open up her pussy. Revealing it to be pink and tight Voge whistled.


“Beautiful” He remarked.


“Thank you?” Jean felt she needed to say something.


“Except for that pubic hair” Voge continued. Jean still held her pussy open with her fingers and Voge simply stared. Until after what felt like hours but only a few moments had passed the blue former slaver sat up to his full height and looked at her. 


“I allowed you to stand because you were undressing” Voge’s hint was clear and Jean aware of her agreements before nodded. With Voge mere inches from her Jean leveled herself to the ground and knelt before him. Voge was small enough that when she knelt and he stood so close her eyes were at the bottom of his neck. It took nothing for her to look up and see his face. Which she did and found him with a smile.


“Beautiful” He remarked. Turning he went back to his favored chair and sat. From this vantage point he could see her and she could see him.


“Lets see all of you though. Spread your knees and keep your hands behind your head. Elbows out” Voge asked. 


Clumsily Jean tried to do as he asked. Placing her hands behind her head was easy enough. Placing her elbows out to the side of her body made her feel even more vulnerable and exposed. Her knees was another matter. She didn’t want to spread them vulgarly. Until Voge told her to try and get her knees under her elbows. It spread her wide but she found there was a certain comfort especially when she raised herself from her ankles. The effect she knew and could feel was she was very much on display to Voge. 


“Absolutely beautiful……. Thank you” Voge stated again. His smile was still on his face but there was a lust entering his eyes that made Jean nervous and excited as well.


“Europe. Specifically Eastern. Budapest or Kiev apparently is where they are operating from but be warned they also have dimensional technology so can shift” Voge relayed the information. Jean had almost forgotten about the information she as there for. Her mind full of her own feelings towards what she was feeling at the moment.


“Thank you” She replied. Aware that his eyes had not yet moved away from her. Without engaging her formidable mental powers she could feel him going over every inch of her body. Cataloging and mesmorizing everything.


“Do you wish me to continue or do you think you can take it from here” Voge asked and was genuienly curious. Surely with that information given which he knew was true and up to date Jean and her allies should be able to find them fairly easily now.


“I still think it best to work on two fronts” Jean answered. Voge was pleased that he would at least see her one more time.


“Excellent, you know the price for my information so please remember to be aware of that. Until then I would say only one more thing before I will ask you to leave. Your pubic mound is much to out of place on someone so gorgeous”


“What would you have me do?” Jean asked with intrigue.


“Clean it up” Voge answered.


“I have trimmed it before btu I suspect you want something else” Jean stated while looking into him.


“You are correct. I would be happy to do it for you but I am not sure you would allow it”


Jean looked at him with renewed interest and wasn’t entirely sure she knew what he meant beyond him offering to manicure her pubic hair. With a shrug of her shoulders and the flare for the unknown Jean answered.


“Go ahead” 


Voge regarded her for a moment with a smile that became a grin before he got up from the chair. Walking around the desk he opened up a drawer and removed some sort of kit he placed on the desk.


“As someone with a fabulous set of facial hair I am well accustomed to grooming. I would be honored to help you” Voge took the kit he had lifted up from the drawer and brought it with him. He refrained from sitting in the chair he went and sat directly in front of Jean. Still kneeling and all to aware that her body was completely exposed to him she felt a flush rising to her cheeks. 


“I think I will need a better position to do this. The kneeling position you are in right now is called collar. Slavers and more recently bondage couples have used it for quite sometime. Would you care to learn another that would make this far more easier on both of us?” Voge asked. Legitimate concern seeping from his voice. 


Jean was put off by the mention of it being a slavers position but she knew in the back of her mind that was exactly what it was from the very beginning and had taken to it. She nodded her agreement to him. Somehow finding that she could not speak with him so close to her and her so vulnerable. 


“Excellent. This is called doll but that is not important. I want you to lay back on your back. Feet on the ground pushing your knees into the air. Maintain the separation of your knees. Your hands parallel to your hips palms down” Voge watched as Jean did as asked. She lay down on her back. Spread her feet wide and arched her knees up. Voge gently placed his hands on her knees to jst force them a little wider open and was pleased with it.


“Fantastic” Voge with the kit in his hand got in between Jean’s legs. For a moment Jean wondered just why she had agreed to this but then she felt his warm hands on her most private area. Inside her mind screamed but her body refused to react to it. She lay there simply while he took out a pair of scissors and began to trim away her hair. Jean every so often craned her neck to have a look at what he was doing. Across her flat exposed stomach she could see that Voge worked with the seriousness of disarming a bomb. His eyes and body completely involved in his task. Every once and awhile he would throw a handful of her thin red pubic hair in the air and let it flutter to the ground while he continued on. Jean watched in all in some sort of awe. When he was done with the scissors Jean craned her head once more to see. He had taken down the size of her hair but was now readying a small cordless hair trimmer. With great care he selected a height on the trimmer and began to take away the rest of the bulk of her pubic hair. Jean felt a moment of shame wash across her as though this was something she felt she should have been doing for years if only for better hygiene for herself but also to attract more suitors. The buzzing sound brought her mind back to the present. She felt the coldness of the razor going over her mound while he cut away. His warm hands gripping and massaging her skin while he ran the trimmer over her. She felt it go down the side of her lips and even had her slightly raise her bottom while he attended to that area. It seemed to take longer then she would have liked but finally the razor was switched off. Jean looked down and saw her mound of hair had been reduced to a well manicured lawn. She found the effect was alluring and loved the way it already felt on her body. 


“Thank you” She remarked.


Voge looked up and smiled at her. Placing the trimmer in the kit he picked out a small manual razor and a small tube of shaving cream. The look of confusion on her face must have alerted Voge to the need to break his concentration.


“Just some tidying up” He explained. Jean at this point strangely trusted his judgment at least when it came to this and nodded her ascent. She felt him spray a little foam on her mound and move it around with his fingers. She felt the razor carefully being drawn down the sides of her pussy lips again and again. Removing any hint of hair there. When that was done she felt it once more on her mound. She felt him going after the small lawn he had cultivated on her mound. When she tried to look up and see what he was doing his own large head was over top of the area blocking her view. She felt the scraping and kneading of the razor until finally he took a small bottle of water from the kit and used it to wash away the cream. Padding down the water and her freshly manicured area with a small towel also from the kit Voge looked up at her with a smile on his face. Jean looked up and down towards her pubic area. Where after the trimmer had been finished there was a lawn of small but red hair now there were two lines that drove upwards towards her stomach in diverging diagonal lines. Jean didn’t need a mirror to see what he had down. He had shaved a ‘v’ into her pubic hair. The very letter that started his last name. Jean was instantly angry. She jumped to her feet and stared at it. Gazing down over her stomach she could see. It felt almost like he had somehow branded her. 


“What have you done?” Jean asked with malice in her voice.


“Just took some artistic license. If you don’t like it you can shave it off” He explained. Raising his hands in the air in surrender.


“I should have asked but I couldn’t help myself” He continued. 


The more she looked at it the less offensive it became and finally she smiled.


“Your right I can just shave it off when I get home. Although I don’t like the idea of being bare down there”


“Many men prefer it but you are right. With redheads it’s a different story” Voge had retaken his seat. Jean stood before him towering over the blue alien. Looking down at her freshly shaven mound and smiling.


“I can’t believe I allowed you to do that” Jean exclaimed.


“Me to” Voge laughed.


“I think I should go” Jean remarked.


“Of course but remember what you must do before leaving”


Jean looked at him in puzzlement for a half second before she remembered. She lowered herself to her stomach and kissed his offered foot.


“When you come tomorrow I hope to have more information and please remember the kiss, kneeling and nude” Vogue reminded.


A blush came to Jean’s face but she nodded and found her costume. She had it on and was gone within minutes. Voge sat in the chair for another hour afterwards reveling in the sights he had seen.



Jean arrived back at the mansion and still felt the flush in her cheeks. She could not for the life of her figure out why she was allowing Voge to do what he wanted but she seemed incapable of stopping him. Incapable or was it she just didn’t want to stop him. Being honest with herself she loved every single moment so far and was willing to go further. Without stopping she made her way to her room and the shower. She felt perhaps a fresh shower would bring a new perspective. Stripping and getting into the shower Jean looked down at her shaved pubic hair. Saw the v shaved into it and smiled. She wasn’t sure why she smiled but she let the water wash over her. It felt glorious on her skin and through her hair she felt a sense of energy flowing into her. Her hands roamed her body. Making sure to lather up everywhere while she just luxuriated in the water. When she exited the shower she saw herself in the mirror. The clear v on her pubic mound a solid reminder of just what she had done earlier. Bringing it all back she felt her face flush once more and briefly annoyed by the shower ultimately not doing anything. Standing there looking at herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but bring her fingers to her pussy and search out her clit. Dripping wet without a towel she watched in the mirror while her other hand reached up to grab a nipple. 


Stepping forward she left a towel behind and went straight into her room. Her fingers never leaving their place she felt the flush turning red and hot with excitement. Thoughts of the day running through her mind until with a great splash and moan Jean’s fingers caused her to have an orgasm the likes of which she had never had. Huffing and puffing for breath while she lay soaking her bed she reached down and saw the v again and her fingers continued to work on her clit. Her other hand kneading and even pinching her nipples. Images of Voge went through her mind. Sat on the chair with a smile she saw him watching her on the bed while she played with herself like a horny teenager. Voge in between her legs shaving away her pubic hair and calling her beautiful and fantastic while she just allowed him to see and touch anything he wanted on her body. Jean felt another flush of heat radiating out from her clit that was surely another orgasm. Images came to mind. Not of what she had done with him but of what she knew he wanted to do. She imagined him sitting on that chair and her down at his feet in the same position and attire as the woman had been the first day she had gone in. The image of herself in that skintight faceless costume drove her over the edge and the second orgasm was as blissful and strong as the first. Not as strong as the third that came almost immediately after when an image of her playing with herself for him in front of others.


Ten orgasms drained from her through the night while she lay on her bed playing with herself. Never had she ever felt such passion and erotic thoughts, images and emotions in her mind. Jean lay exhausted on her bed. All thoughts of even getting the information that had been hard won from Voge to the right channels she lay on her bed. Her fingers idly teasing her clit while she drifted in and out of sleep on her drying bed.


Jean woke in the morning. Her fingers still touching her clit even while she slept. She noticed that her hands were covered in her dried juices and her thighs as well. Not to mention the state of her bed, that was soaked through and then somewhat dried below her. She felt dirty and somehow playful. Her fingers lightly teased herself while the image of Voge came into her mind. Thinking about him made her aware she had not relayed the information she had obtained from him to the right sources. Back into the shower she went and got changed into her costume and went and delivered the information. Then she wondered if there was anymore.



Voge sat in his chair. His hands together with his elbows resting on the armrests. He hadn’t slept much the previous night. To many images going through his mind of the lovely Jean Grey being shaved and by him no less. He wondered if she would be there today or if the information he had provided had somehow ended their brief but fun relationship. He had no more information to give today and for that he was truly sorry. There was nothing to hold over her while he attempted to continue to break her down into the slave he wanted her to be. Lost in thought he hadn’t heard his communicator beeping at him on the desk until it tried again and again. Eventually he rose from the chair and answered it. His assoicate informed him that Jean was indeed here today. He groaned inwardly knowing this would be a short time together but he looked gleefully towards her appearance and the already negotiated upon acts. Watching as the door opened he saw the woman enter the room. There was a flush to her face that had been there when she had left the previous day.


“Welcome back” Voge greeted. Jean nodded.


“Thank you” Jean said. Coming to stand only a few feet from the chair. She reached behind her costume and began to undress. Voge was excited that he had not had to remind her. She willingly started to undress. Voge offered his hand to receive the costume as she finished removing. Placing it into his hand he felt the texture and weight of it and then placed it behind him on the desk. Her bots and headgear rested next to as. Falling to the floor she got down to her stomach and waited for his foot to arrive by her face. Voge eagerly placed it down and allowed her to remove his shoe and kiss the top of his feet.


“Lick it” Voge ordered as he turned his heel towards her. Jean grimaced for a moment but then stretched out her tongue and licked the underside of his foot. Not tasting anything dirty or earthy. Instead there was almost a candy like quality to his skin. Besides the kissing there had been no other contact with him and this was a surprise to her.


“How does it taste?” Voge asked.


“Like candy” Jean replied eagerly in between licks.


Voge smiled from above and allowed her to continue for a few more moments before he took the foot away. He placed the shoe back on his own foot. Jean was attempting to raise herself from the floor and assume her kneeling stance before Voge asked her to stay there.


“Stay like that. I think my other foot needs some attention” Voge pushed. When he got no complaint from her he placed his other foot by her mouth. She took his shoe off and kissed the top of his foot and then when he offered her the heel and the underside she went to licking it. 


“Very good….. now you may assume your kneeling. Remember the collar position that’s what I want you in” Voge ordered.


Jean nodded as she placed the shoe back on his other foot and rose to the kneeling position. Her knees spread out and her hands went behind her head with her elbows out. She rose her butt a little from her ankles which pushed everything out towards him.


“Good girl” Voge said.


“Thank you” Jean replied.


“I am sorry, but I must be honest. I have no new information this today” Voge said after a long sigh. He looked over her beautiful body and wished for anything but he dared not make anything up and wanted this to be as honest as possible between them.


“Oh…. Well that's okay I guess. I mean you can’t always win” Jean answered. Almost biting her lower lip.


Voge looked her over and noticed that she had not shaved off his v that he had shaved into her pubic hair. A smile blossomed in his mind as he looked down there and saw that her clit and pussy was puffed out. From use he determined and wondered how far he could push without having any information to barter.


“I see you did not get rid of my handiwork” Voge observed. Pointing down towards her crotch. Jean flushed a little and nodded.


“I kind of like it” Jean confirmed.


“Yes I can see you seem to have had a goodnight” Voge stated


Jean looked at him and was confused for a moment. How could he know what she had been doing last night.


“Your pussy is engorged and your clit is as well. Not to mention you can clean all you want but a slaver worth their salt will see residual juice dried on your thighs” Voge prompted. Almost answering her unspoken question. Jean blushed harder now. Caught she could do nothing but stay silent and hoped he would change the subject. 


Voge had no intention of changing the subject.


“Show me what you did” Voge asked.


“Excuse me?” Jean found her voice.


Voge knew he was pushing it but he had been doing this a long time and thought he could read her face quite well. Normally he would have his own telepathic powers to probe and be sure but Jean canceled that out with her own. He had to trust his instinct.


“Show me how you pleasured yourself” Voge stated.


“I…..I….. can’t do that” Jean stammered.


“Why?” Voge asked. Leaning forward in his chair. His complete attention on the moment.


“You….. you don’t….. you can’t….. I wont…… You don’t have any information” Jean grasped at.


Voge eyed her and saw the flush of her cheeks. The way her hips rose from her ankles in her kneeling position. The heaving of her breasts as she struggled for composure. 


“That is true. You are under no obligation to show me” Voge conceded.


“I….. know” Jean’s breathing was still ragged but it was calming slightly. 


“You may leave at anytime then If you wish” Voge continued.


“I…. know” Jean answered again.


Voge waited and looked into her eyes. He saw a fierce fire burning in them. A desire to show him he reasoned.


“You may leave or you may show me” Voge gave her the option. Placing his foot down as close to her as possible as if to say all she had to do was kiss it and leave.


Jean struggled inwardly for a moment before her hands reached down from the back of her head. Her right hand moving towards her pussy and her left to her right nipple. She watched with one eye open as Voge impossibly leaned further on his chair.


“Excellent’ He whispered. Not willing to break whatever concentration Jean was mustering.


He watched as Jean’s fingers found their way to her clit ad began to tease herself. Her already ragged breathing began to take on a different tone. No less ragged but more sensual as Voge watched.


Jean concentrated with her eyes barely open. Keeping one on Voge she didn’t dare look him in the eye at the moment. Fearful he would see that she was not only pleasuring herself last night but doing so with images of him going through her mind. Her fingers were teasing her clit with such care because she already felt on the edge from all her orgasms from the last night. So she was being light about it, which Voge could see and he would not tell her to go any more then what she was currently comfortable with. At least for the moment. 


“Tell me what’s on your mind right now” Voge asked.


Jean in between gasping for breath and moaning from her light touch on her clit shook her head. Not willing to divulge the images going through her mind at the moment.


“No? Is it so bad?…. I wonder….” Voge mused. Rising from his chair he went around to his desk. Jean could hear him moving but kept her eyes essentially closed. Focusing on not cumming in front of the former slaver. Jeans hears were finely tuned and could hear him opening a drawer. The sliding around of a few things and then the drawer closing. His footsteps coming back to the chair where she imagined and when she briefly opened her eyes in a quint saw him sitting back down. He held in his hand a thick silver collar with a trailing silver chain leash. Jean’s anxiety went up a notch but she did not stp. Images of the collar around her throat sprang to mind. Rocketing her approaching orgasm right up to that very moment. Unaware that she had been seen peeking Voge smiled with a large toothy grin as the woman before him exploded into an orgasm. 


“Oh GOD!!!” Jean screamed. Ashamed that she was doing it in front of him but also loving every moment of it. Coming down for the high of the orgasm Jean heard something land in between the two of them. She knew what it was by the sounds of the chain hitting the floor. Opening her eyes she looked down at the collar and the leash at her knees. Looking up at Voge she saw he had a very serious look on his face.


“You look absolutely beautiful. I have no information to exchange for this request but I want you to wear this collar and leash every time you come to see me” Voge announced. His fingers interwoven playing with themselves while he stared down at her from his chair. 


Jean’s eyes, dazed and a little confused looked up at him. Her fingers never leaving her clit and nipple. His stern yet serious face betrayed the atmosphere for a little moment when he slightly smiled at her.


“I’m not putting that on” Jean pouted. Voge looked at her and smiled wide. Getting up from his chair he closed the small distance between them. Reaching down he took the collar and let the chain leash fall to the floor. 


“I can help” He smiled while he opened the collar with a small key he produced from his trousers pocket. Jean was mortified but she continued to kneel and even continued to play with herself. Voge reached towards her head with one hand gripping the collar while his other pushed away her long red hair to one side. The collar dangled open in his hand while he brought his other to it and took it down to her neck. Jean looked up at him with a sense of pleading but she was not going to stop him. As that thought dawned on her she felt the next orgasm pull from her. She exploded and forced her head slightly forward. Causing Voge to adjust himself and the collar before he placed it around her neck. The coolness of the metal around her neck did little to dampen the heat exploding from her body in her post orgasm glow. The chain from the leash dangled in between his hands and her breasts. The coolness of that chain proving to be as ineffectual cooling down as the collar. Voge closed the collar around her neck. The chain at the front on the left side of the collar. It closed just off center and when he used the small key again to lock in place Jean couldn’t help the third orgasm ripping through her. Voge smiled, taking a hold of the leash and stepping backwards back towards his chair. The lead on the leash was probably about five foot thought Jean. Looking at it through a haze of erotic heat she couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to be pulled by it. 


“Was that so hard?’ Voge asked. Knowing the orgasms Jean had experienced in quick succession because of the very nature of the collaring.


“No” Jean responded a little sullenly but also grasping for breath.


Voge held the key in his hand and forced Jean’s eye to it. It had a small little ring around it that looked far to large for a key ring and it looked to be made of a flexible material of some sort. Almost like a rubber band Jean thought. He now held the key that would determine if she could leave or not because she was certainly not walking out of this room in a collar and leashed. Vogue twirled the key around his finger for a moment before he stood from his chair.


“This is the only key for that collar. I am going to have to keep it somewhere safe for now” Vogue mused but from his tone Jean knew he had already decided what he was going to do with it.


He looked at her and actually winked. It was such a small thing but Jean couldn’t help but smile at it. He then put both of his thumbs in his trousers and pulled them down. Jean was astonished he would do such a thing for only a moment before she realized it was really not that big of a deal. What was a big deal was Voge wore no underwear and showed hat his cock was fully erect. A good six inches or so with a large bulbous head and thick meaty shaft. The blue of his cock seemed to be throbbing and a darker shade then the rest of his body. His pubic hair was non-existent and his balls hung tigh to his erect cock. Jean couldn’t look away from it while he took the key ring that was made of some sort of rubbery material and placed it along with the key around the base of his cock. Leaving the key to dangle in between and behind his balls while he pulled his pants back up and sat back down. Making care not to impale himself on the tiny key.


“Now lets discuss your submission to me” Voge stated.


“My what?” Jean asked. Still roaming her body with her fingers.


“Your submission. Not your slavery” Voge clarified but to Jean the two terms were the same.


“When your children have been found and rescued I imagine you think your time spent with me will be done, correct?” Voge asked.


“Yes” Jean answered trying to take her fingers away from her clit. The juices from her three consecutive orgasms beginning to leak down her thighs. 


“I obviously, would like us to continue on. To eventually get you to the point that you are a permanent fixture with me. That would be your ultimate slavery. For now I am content to ask you and have you come each day on your own accord so that we may continue our games. That is your submission” Voge explained. 


“I wont be your slave” Jean declared with less enthusiasm then she would have liked. She caught in Voge’s posture as well that he noted it wasn’t a stern defense. 


“That will happen down the line but for now I think you can admit that you are enjoying our time together, yes?” Voge simplified.


“Yes” Jean answered begrudgingly. 


“You would like to continue to enjoy yourself?” Voge asked.


“Yes” Jean answered.


“Then agree to come everyday and serve as my sub” Voge ordered.


“sub?” Jean asked.


“You will do as I please, when I please. You may set limits and say no. You may leave at any time” Voge countered.


“That sounds like being a slave” Jean admonished.


“Not at all. As a slave you would never leave my side unless I said so. You would have no choice in anything and certainly could never say no”


Jean’s fingers stopped their actions on her clit for a bare moment while she took in his words. It was indeed a big difference. What he was offering sounded like the best of both worlds.


“Whats the catch?” Jean asked.


“None…. Except I make no illusions. My ultimate goal as you have always known is to have you as my slave but I am more then happy to begin this way” Voge opened his arms in an almost welcoming gesture. The clanking from the chain leash in his right arm seemed to draw Jean’s attention to it. She followed the leash down from his hand with her eyes to the collar around her throat. Feeling for the first time the weight of it around her neck. Both physical and mental she didn’t despair at it though she did explore why she felt so aroused even with her fingers no longer teasing her. 


With a giant sigh and a great caving to her lusts Jean looked at Voge.


“Agreed” She said and felt a sort of relief flood through her as well as arousal. 


Voge tugged slightly on the chair as he raised his hands in the air in victory. So slight was the tug it barely registered to Jean and certainly did not move her.


“I am very happy to hear that. We will set some ground rules beyond what we have already been doing” Voge announced. Jean nodded her confirmation of the idea.


“First, you are now to call me Sir” Voge commanded.


“Yes…. Sir” Jean said. Lowering her head somewhat so that she was no longer looking at Voge’s eyes but his chest. She wasn’t sure if she didn’t want to look him in the eye anymore or if she was already feeling the submissive tendencies he was no doubt going to attempt to further bring out in her. 


“So we have established that when you arrive from now on you will find the collar and leash on the desk. You will disrobe and place the collar on. If I am not here you will kneel towards the desk and wait. If I am here and when I arrive you will kiss my foot as you have been doing before assuming your kneeling position” Voge pronounced. 


Jean nodded along to the instructions. Aware of everything so far.


“Good, I will say this once and clearly so you understand. When you are here your body belongs to me. I can do with you as I please unless you expressly say no or choose to leave. I can call you whatever names I wish and you will answer to them”


Jean nodded her understanding.


Voge watched her and saw the words sinking in but he knew she had to match action to those words. He needed to test her resolve and her limits.


“Excellent, Now I want you to get to know my body” He tugged on her leash and this time for the first time the leash did drive her forward towards him. Causing her to lose her kneeling position and assume a position of all fours. Voge pulled down his pants while remaining in full control of her leash. Jean knew what was coming he was going to order her to suck his cock and she knew she was going to do it. To her surprise though he turned. Bringing her closer to him again. Her face only inches from his exposed ass.


“Worship my ass”


The abrupt change of what she as expecting took her entirely by surprise let alone that she barely had an idea o what he as asking. His large round fat blue ass was in her face. Dominating her view while she felt him pulling on the leash to bring her closer and closer. Until finally her nose touched his ass. There was no odor to him but the whole idea was enough that Jean wanted to say no but she knew she shouldn’t so soon. She had made the choice and wanted to try. Plus she felt her own heat returning in her body.


Her nose buried in his ass as he forced her closer and closer Jean opened her mouth and tentatively licked. There was a slight easing of the pulling on the leas as Voge felt for the first time the tongue on his ass cheek. Licking her way along his ass cheek she felt the pressure easing on the leash and felt that meant she was doing as he wanted.


“Don’t ignore the other cheek slut” Voge commanded.


It was the first time in Jean’s life she could ever remember being called something so vulgar. Jean felt a sense of astonishment at it and a flood of arousal. Switching from Voge’s left cheek she moved to the right cheek and began to lick the large area of his ass. He pushed his ass up further into her face provoking her to continue. Her licking increased on both cheeks but she made sure to stay away from the hole. Finsing his skin once more tasting like candy it was not as terrible as she thought.


Voge pulled on the leash to bring her closer still. Jean felt he was trying to tell her something but she couldn’t figure it out.


“Stick your tongue into the whole my ass-licker” Voge ordered. 


Jean recoiled from his ass in disgust at that but did not say no. The force of her recoil causing Voge to lose momentary control on the leash but he had it still in his grasp and pulled her closer. Burying her nose right at his asshole. Jean’s tongue reached out and parted his ass cheeks. Searching out for the hole. Her tongue found it’s way to the whole. Forcing it her tongue to open his ass hole Jean felt disgusted with herself but she couldn’t deny the tingle in her own loins. Voge shuddered in pleasure as her tongue broke through and started to rim around her whole.


“Stick it in. fuck my ass with your tongue slut” Voge stated.


Jean made her tongue into a u shape and stuck her tongue into his whole and began to move it in and out as well as swirling it around a little. Surprisingly again she had to admit that the taste wasn’t bad. Not like the candy of his skin but certainly not dirty or awful. Voge was clean and fresh in the area, for which Jean was happy. Voge slackened the grip on her leash and let her use her full range of motion to carry out his command. Voge enjoyed it for minutes until he had her stop.


“Good job. You are a natural” Voge teased but they both knew it was the truth. Voge still with his pants down sat back down on his chair and pulled her back towards him. 


“Now get closer acquainted to the keeper of your key” Voge ordered.


Jean looked at the key to her collar dangling between his balls and couldn’t help but be excited. She had sucked cock before but this seemed completely different. She had been looking forward to sucking his cock. She wasn’t sure if that was because of the taste of his skin or because she as truly becoming more and more submissive. Her thoughts were interrupted as he pulled on her leash bringing her mouth towards his cock. Opening her mouth she took a quick kiss of the head which was swollen and engorged. His hold on her leash loosened and allowd her to find her way. On all fours she took her hand and reached up. Cupping his balls with it she started to fondle them while her lips started to plant kisses up and down his shaft. He was large and thickly wide which. Easil ythe largest cock Jean had ever seen and she was truly enjoying playing with it. Her other hand reached up. So close now she could kneel her hand took a hold of his shaft while her mouth opened and she placed the tip of the head into her mouth. Voge sighed from his perch and looked down at her. Jean worked the head of his cock into her mouth. He was large and she felt that she could only get the head into her mouth. Knowing he may very well be unhappy about that she tried her best to take at least some of the shaft into her mouth.


“Good girl but don’t push yourself…. Use your tongue” 


Jean adapted and was happy for the words. She stopped trying to force more of the cock down her throat and instead started to use her tongue to lick the tip within her mouth. Voge’s body began to melt under her touch. Her hand stroked his shaft while he mouth and tongue played with the head. Jean tried to look up at him but the girth of the man made it impossible for her to see him over his belly. The blue cock tasted so good though she thought that she didn’t mind at all. Though she had given many blowjobs in the past she was not accustomed to Voge and what he could do. She felt his cock swelling more so and thought he was about to cum. Jean had in the past with other lovers refused adamantly to so much as let a drop of cum get on her let alone allow someone to cum in her mouth but this was all together different. She knew instinctively that since she had not been order ed to remove her mouth she could not without punishment. There was a great part of her that wanted to taste his cum anyways. If the rest of his body tasted like candy then what would his cum taste like and would it be any different then anyone else. She would have no frame of reference but at the moment that didn’t matter. What mattered was the increasing swelling of his cock and the pumping Jean could feel internally when she ran her hand along his cock. Just as any other being would be ready to spill their load Jean felt Voge take a long breathe and felt his body relax in her hand. He was still hard as a rock and throbbing but the imminent orgasm was gone. He was building to another one.


“A interesting trait of my race. We can withhold our orgasms indefinitely if we so pleased even under such constant and glorious stimulation as yours” Voge announced. Jean’s mind whirled with the implications and wondered just how long he would expect her to keep his enormous cock in her mouth. 


Jean redoubled her efforts with her tongue and slowed her hand on his cock to slower more sensual movements. Trying to coax out his cum a different way. Above her she heard him chuckle and felt his cock surging again.


“Do you want my cum slut?” Voge asked.


Her mouth full of his cock Jean could do nothing more then simply nod her head up and don on his cock and mouth the words. Voge got the hint and Jean felt his cock blossoming again into a larger size. Hoping this was the time Jean increased her stroking of his cock and her tongue licked and licked the top of his head inside her mouth. The spasm that came before his cum was small but Jean felt it first from her hand that still cupped his balls then through his cock and her hand there and finally as her tongue completed a pass on his head she felt the cock swell more inside her mouth before he exploded inside her. Her mouth already gagged from the size of his cock felt like it was overflowing and indeed when she looked down she saw drips of white cum seeping from the corners of her mouth. The taste was the first thing she noticed. Not like candy like his skin. This was not unpleasant but it was bland and almost tasteless. There was a hint of sweetness in it that was pleasant but there was so much cum and so little of the taste Jean didn't really know what to do. 


Voge removed his cock from her mouth. Sending more of his cum from her mouth and partly coating his still impressively swollen cock. Twitching as he created some distance between them and allowed Jean to look up at him. Her mouth was full of cum and each time she swallowed she tried not to swallow any but a little would go down her throat anyway. He looked down at her with a smile and a knowing leer.


“You will swallow it all slut” Voge issued the command that Jean wasn’t aware she was waiting for. Sighing inwardly Jean gathered her courage to go against her pride and swallowed. The torrent of his cum flowing down her throat was not as dirty or disgusting as she had always imagined it to be. When her mouth was clear of it she used her hands and her tongue to clean the rest of it from her body. Voge stood from the chair his cock thrust out horizontally from his body.


“Clean me up slut” Voge pointed towards his cock and Jean nodded.


Reaching forward she took a hold of his cock once more and with her tongue she lapped up and down the cock cleaning all the cum from his cock and swallowing it all as she went.


“Good girl” Voge clapped his hands like a little child when she returned to her kneeling stance. She knew it didn’t exist but she could feel a drop or two of cum seeping from her mouth still. She didn’t feel dirty for it but she felt wanton.


“Do you feel like a good slut?” Voge asked. Tightening his grip on her leash but allowing her to stay where she was.


“Yes” Jean answered. Her answer seemed small in voice and in her mind as well.


“You are a good slut. You will be a phenomenal slave” Voge teased. A quick jerk on her leash brought her back to all fours and with another jerk had her crawling the short distance between them to the point where he pulled upwards and she found her hands on his knees. Looking up into the former slaver. The look on his face was a smile as pure and genuine as Jean had ever seen. She was sure when he looked on her face he would see that she felt a little stupid but so unbelievably horny that he would take advantage of her position.


“Kiss me slave” He pulled on the leash to bring her closer. Jean recoiled at the use of slave. She hadn’t agreed to that and held her ground. Voge had a surprising strength but still she held her ground, digging her hands into his knees to prevent him from drawing her face to his.


“I am no slave” Jean declared as Voge doubled his efforts to bring her to him.


“Yes you are…… Come here!!!” Voge pulled with all his might and Jean was pulled along with it. The leash flying into the air as Voge took her by the shoulders as she flung towards him and pulled her close. Her yes wide she didn’t have any chance to react when he placed his lips on hers and kissed. Forcing her mouth apart with his tongue Jean thought for a split second about biting but she couldn’t. Like most things about him his taste was good and she wanted his tongue in her mouth.  Jean struggled in his grip but found she wasn’t fighting with everything she had. 


“Say what you are” Voge ordered as he took his mouth away from hers. Her tongue reaching out to continue the kiss.


Jean shook her head violently and tried to lean back in for the kiss.


“See you are a wanton slut. You are a slave. Say it!” Voge demanded.


“No I agreed to be your sub. Not a slave. You explained the difference and now you want more” Jean pushed herself away. A hint of what she hoped was rationality coming to her brain. 


Voge looked at her and nodded. His hands reaching out for the leash again but only so that he could gently push her down from him.


“You are of course right…. Forgive me…. I was in the moment” Voge asked for with sincerity dripping from each word.


Jean back in her kneeling position without being asked simply nodded and smiled at him.


“I don’t blame you…. I could feel myself slipping” Jean was honest about ti and Voge smiled.


“You will be mind Jean Grey. More so then you already are” Voge laughed and pulled slightly on the leash.


Jean wanted to verbally doubt him but the thought of his kiss and the taste of his skin made her doubt herself.


“Perhaps tomorrow” Jean finally managed to say to break the silence.


Voge laughed and smiled.


“Perhaps tomorrow” He repeated.


Jean laid down on the floor and asked to kiss his feet bye for the day. He smiled and allowed her to complete her ritual and then watched as she dressed and left. Voge taking the key from around his cock to unlock the collar.



The next day Jean found that she was waiting and waiting anxiously for some time to go to Voge’s. When the time came she eagerly left and found her way there. Admitted by the large man again into his study she could the collar and leash on the desk. The collar unlocked and Voge absent. The key nowhere to be found. She thought that it was a little trust exercise every time she would done the collar because she was trusting that he would unlock her and that he indeed did have the key when she could not see it. 


Fingering the silver of the colalr with her hands she remarked to herself how somooth and that when it was locked aroudn her throat it seemed heavier and lighter at the same time then when she picked it up off of the desk. Still enraptured by it she hadn’t undressed and put it on by the time Voge came into the room. A smile on his face he moved to sit at the desk as opposed to the chair he seemed to always favor. 


“Just having a closer look?” He asked.


“Yes” Jean answered.


“That will not be your permanent collar. That is a training collar. A full slave of mine will be fully outfitted in custom ware, especially one of your standing”


“So you intend to take more slaves?” Jean asked. Still brushing a finger along the collar while she placed it back down on the desk. The crackling of the chains rattling the otherwise silent room. 


“No more or less then one when you are mine” Voge answered honestly.


Jean smiled and stepped away from the desk. Reaching behind her she began to disrobe.


“So I am all you need” Jean playfully teased while she brought the costume down past her shoulders. Stopping at the top of her breasts to bite her lower lip playfully and tease him slightly. Voge smiled and pulled the collar and chain closer to him so that he could play around with it idly in his hands.


“Yes you are” Voge answered. Enjoying the little playfulness.


Jean smiled back at him and brought the costume down below her breasts to her waist. She used the moment to slip off her head band and place that on the ground. Voge ran his fingers along the chain that made up the leash on his desk.


“So all custom. Like a jeweled up trophy?” Jean asked. Slipping her fingers into the bunch of her costume at her waist on either side. Grabbing a hold of it and pulled it down past her waist. Revealing the still shaven in and unless Voge was seeing wrongly freshly manicured even from his own handling a couple days ago. The v in her pubic mound had no sign of any other stubble growing anywhere else.


“Exactly like that” Voge finished toying with the chain and was now running his finger along the smooth exterior of the silver collar. His gaze though remained on Jean before him. 


Her costume now down past her knees Jean stepped out of it and reached down and unbuckled her boots. Naked now she folded up her costume and then walked towards the desk where Voge was still playing with the collar.


“I believe that is mine” Jean asked pointing at the collar.


Voge smiled and laughed.


“It’s mine actually….. like you” Voge’s eyes stared into Jean who caught his hint and nodded. A sullen yet hopeful look appearing on her face.


“Yes Sir” She responded. 


Voge handed her the collar and took control of the leash at the end. He pushed the chair away from the desk and lowered his pants. The sight of his already erect cock sending images of yesterday through her mind Jean looked to see the key to the collar hanging from his balls again. A slight part of her relieved that she at least knew where the key was she took the open collar in her hand. Opening it further she placed it around her neck. Yesterday she had allowed him to do it. There was something even more humiliating about her doing it to herself more then him doing it. 


Voge pushed the chair back into towards the desk and took a further hod on the leash. Jean clicked the collar shut and looked at him. Wondering how she was going to kiss his feet from the positions they were in. 


“May I kiss your feet Sir” Jean eventually elected to ask.


“Ah of course your greeting” Voge pushed back the chair making sure not to pull on her leash and placed his shorter fat feet on the desk in front of them. Jean knowing that she could not lay down to kiss them instead got on the desk and lay as flat as she could on it. Having got push her hips and legs off of the desk she placed her legs on the floor so she was straddled over the desk while her lips searched out his feet. Her hands moving to take away his shoes. The kiss she planted on the top of both of his feet felt great with the taste of candy. His feet turned upwards again like the previous day and she felt the need to lick the underside of both feet.


“Good slut” Voge placed his feet back down and put his own shoes back on. Jean was picking herself up from the desk when he motioned for her to stop.


“No. Today you are going to learn a new position. Plus I have business to attend to here. I have no new information regarding the scoundrels but I am working on it as we speak”


“I understand Sir” Jean spoke while fidgeting next to the next. Unsure of what to do. She felt directionless and almost lost with an order. 


“This is a new position but very close to what you know with the collar one. Get up on the desk, in the center facing me. Crouch on it…..” Voge ordered waiting for her to follow his order. Jean crawled back up on the desk and got onto her feet while crouching down.


“Good, now spread your knees nice and wide and place your hands behind your head and elbows out like the other position” Voge commanded. Jean did as she was told and found with all weight on her feet and the distribution of it, it was going to be hard to maintain the position for a long time. 


“Excellent. Now on your toes” Voge added. 


“My toes?” Jean asked. Keenly aware she certainly would not be able to take that position for to long at all.


“Yes. On your toes” Voge answered with a tone that made it aware to Jean that was not going to be disobeyed.


Jean placed all her weight on her toes as she rose onto them. She felt the weight and the pain begin almost immediately. Even for someone in as good as shape as she was in this was going to be rough she thought.


“Good, this is called Exposure. You will maintain that until I tell you otherwise” Voge stated. Pushing the chair back into the desk and pulling a coupe of tablets out from the desk. Jean could look down and see what he was doing but when he caught her eye he shook his head telling her without words that she was to look directly ahead at all times. 


“Yes Sir” Jean replied.


Voge had two tablets and even a small laptop he pulled from the center drawer of his desk. Placing a pair of ornate looking glasses on he seemed to be far more engaged in looking at those screens today then looking at her. Jean was annoyed at that but something told her it wasn’t her problem. This was her job, to follow his orders.


“Any luck tracking down your children?” Voge asked after a few minutes of silence.


“We think we will get them back tonight”


“Good, those slavers wouldn’t even return my communications. No class” Voge huffed while never taking his eyes from the screens. Jean felt her muscles begin to twitch from being in the position. Her ankles and her quads were already burning. 


“Yes Sir”


“Will you be apart of the team to get them?” Voge asked, again his face not moving away from the screens.


“Yes I will be Sir” Jean answered. Though if she maintained this position any longer she wasn’t sure what kind of shape she would be in.


“Sir may I kneel or at least crouch on my feet not just my toes” Jean asked in a pleading tone.


“No” The answer was quick almost as if he had been expecting it. 


“But….” Jean tried to respond but Voge held a finger up to her. His face still buried in the screens his finger stopped her talking.


“Until I say you can move you don’t move slut. Understood?” Voge’s tone was stern but also warm.


“But I can’t maintain it very much longer” Jean pleaded.


“I suggest for you that you do or you will be punished” Voge answered again in that warm stern tone. 


Jean wasn’t sure how much longer had passed before she felt a twitch in her left ankle that almost forced to to drop to her knee. Voge had seen it and though Jean couldn’t be sure she was sure she caught the hint of a smile on his face. A minute later the same twitch in her right ankle nearly forced her down. The extra weight briefly carried by the already weak left brought a quick tinge of pain up her legs and in her thighs before she could adequately get back into position. Sweat began to accumulate on her brow and elsewhere on her body. Her legs were shaking so bad they were casing the entire desk to shake but still Voge looked on at his screens. Finally her body could not take any more of it. She fell to her knees on the desk. Causign a crash that finally forced Voge to look up from his screens. A smile clear as day on his face. 


“You have failed” Voge announced.


“I couldn’t hold it any longer….. sorry” Jean genuinely felt ashamed. Disappointed in herself for letting him down and not able to keep in that position for as long as he wanted. 


“You must be punished” Voge stated. Pushing back his chair and leaving he screens on the desk.


“Yes Sir” Jean agreed. The guilt and the shame pouring over her.


Leash in hand Voge pulled her off of the desk and forced her to follow him. Walking towards the left side wall Voge opened one of the drawers of the two sets that framed the painting. Jean couldn’t see what he was taking from the drawer at first until she saw him turn around. He held a long yard stick. Jean’s mind dropped and so did her stomach. 


“You can’t mean to use that?” Jean asked stammering as she tried to back away from him. He held fast on the leash and puleld her closer. 


“You agree you must be punished?” Voge asked.


“Yes….. but that?”


“Yes this” To illustrate his point he swung it and beat the palm of his other hands. The sounds causing a smack to echo through the silent study.


Jean hung her head. She knew she needed to be punished and resigned herself to her punishment. She nodded and allowed Voge to walk her back to the desk where he had her straddle the desk once more. Her butt clearly on display while he stood behind her.


“How many do you think?” Voge asked. There was a rhetorical quality to his question but also a tone of genuine question.


“How many…. You mean more then one?” Jean exclaimed.


“Of course more then one slut”


Jean couldn’t see what he was doing but could certainly hear the swooshing of the stick as he moved it about in the air.


“How many?” He mused openly again and Jean refused to answer. Knowing that he would do as many as he pleased. 


“Ten per?….. five per?…… hmmm” He mused. Jean’s mind took a moment to register that the per was for her ass cheek. 


“I think five per cheek would be just about right for your first punishment”


“Yes Sir” Jean felt he need to agree.


The stick she could feel was placed against her right butt cheek. Jean could feel it sliding up and down as Voge got a handle for the size and distance.


“Remember to breath” Voge recommended just before she felt eh stick leave her ass and then return with a thunderous smack to her cheek.


“AHHHHH!!!!!” Jean had been hit by many things and in many ways throughout her life due to the very nature of how she lived her life but this was different. Willingly allowing it, the anticipation and the precision with which it was welded caused her to jump from the desk. Voge hurried in front of her and took a hold of her arms and placed her hands on the side of the desk.


“Grip the desk it you need to. Breath when the stick hits. Experience the pain, experience all of it” Voge commented.


Jean wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by all of it but she was thankful for the desk. She was gripping it now for dear life while she felt the stick return to her butt. Caressing it and even somehow making her feel a little calmer. The calm was short lived when she felt the stick depart her cheek again in preparation for another smack to it. When it came down on her cheek she was better prepared for it and aware of the type of pain. It landed and she felt the pain. She exhaled with it and gripped the side of the desk. She moaned in pain but did not scream out.


“Good” Voge confirmed. The stick returned to her cheek. Moving up and down like an extension of Voge’s hand he groped her ass cheek.


The third strike landed on her ass and Jean didn’t flinch. Growing more accustomed to it she felt the heat the strike generated vibrate her ass and felt a subtle twinge in herself as well. Just in her chest, it was warm and felt as good as any feeling she felt in her clit. The fourth strike landed and the warmth in her chest overwhelmed any pain that was coming from her ass. She caught her mind and wanted to explore the feelings. The fifth strike landed and she felt eh warmth again without the pain. She wasn’t getting aroused by the pain she thought. Not in any way that she could comprehend anyway. No this feeling, this warmth was doing something for him. For Voge. 


Sensing Voge moving behind her Jean braced for the first strike on her left butt cheek. The stick became a familiar almost welcome embrace on her ass before it left which signaled the incoming strike. The first one landed and caused her to slightly leap. The fresh strike on an undisturbed ass clearly always the one that hurt the most. Jean took it without a cry. 


“Good, you are learning” Voge said. The next four strikes landed on her ass without incident. Jean felt that heat in her chest expanding. She knew that she wanted to please him and was very upset at herself for not pleasing him before.


“Thank you Sir” Jean managed to say. She was attempting to raise herself from the desk but she felt a hand on her back telling her not to. 


“Stay for now” Voge asked. With her body already craned over the desk and her ass beginning to hurt she felt the need to obey even more so then before. 


“Yes Sir” Jean recited.


There was a feeling on her ass. Flesh on flesh this time. Jean couldn't quite make out what it was. It wasn’t his hand. They were down by her sides at about her chest level as she lay craned over the desk still. It could only be one other thing she thought. It was large and wide and certainly warmer then anything else. 


Voge’s cock slid down her warm ass from the yard stick and Jean knew what was coming. She was eager for it and felt her pussy swelling and her clit reacting. She was wet and ready for his cock inside her for the first time. It entered in with as less resistance as she could manege but his cock was so large she couldn’t help but moan as the large wide head and shaft plunged deeper into her. He felt his breath on her neck, leaning into her she couldn’t help but open herself to him in all ways he needed at the moment.


“You took me in like a glove slave” Voge ventured to say. His mustache seemed to ticking the bottom of her neck. Jean knew she should have reacted to being called slave but at the moment, his cock gently and sensually going deeper in she couldn’t protest. She just wanted him. 


“Take it slave” Voge commanded. Thrusting into her with his cock. Jean moaned in bliss while he took her. Her ass was no longer on fire she could only think of her clit and how she was so close to cumming. 


“That’s right. Take it in. All of it” Voge breathed into the back of her head. Jean couldn’t say anything. The swelling of his cock inside her was driving her insane. Never before in her life had she felt anything quite like it. She felt full and sated but ravenous at the same time. 


Voge continued to push into her and bring her in and out. So close to cumming but never allowing her to. Voge could do this for a very long time but even he had to admit her beauty and her writhing beneath him was driving him insane. Thrusting in and out with his cock Voge looked down at the back of her neck. Relishing the look of her collar on her and the chain leash he gripped in his hand. He tightened ever so slightly his grip on her leash. She did not feel it but he felt the power he welded through it. To have the most powerful woman in the world under his lock and key if only for moments at a time was enough. The thought sent him over the edge.


Cum flooded into her like a gushing river. He held tight to her hips while she slobbered over the desk from the sheer joy of the feeling. She hadn’t cum herself but the fact that he had cum left her feeling more then satisfied. Not willing to analyze why she felt that way she closed her eyes and tried to just breath. She felt eh chain leash crinkling and moving in his hands but there was no forced movement. His cock still swollen inside her, she moved her hips just to feel him more inside.


“Having fun slave?” Voge asked. His cock beginning to remove itself from her.


Jean moaned beneath him and nodded her head on the desk. 


“I would like to take your ass slave but I only fuck the asses of my true slaves” Voge dropped his cock from her pussy and laughed. Seeing the cum spill out around his cock and out of her. 


“I…. no…. Not in the ass” Jean managed to say. Her breathing was ragged but she as able to move her head up slightly from the desk. 


“Predicable and not unanticipated” Voge with the leash in hand had come to stand by her head on the desk.


“Leave then. I have no more need of you today” Voge demanded. His small frame seemed to grow in her mind. She watched as he jumped on the desk. His feet by her mouth. Clearly wanting her to complete her goodbye ritual. The key for her collar that hung from his cock was quickly placed down by her mouth as well.


“But….. please…. I would like to do that again” Jean said.


“Indeed? What do you offer that I already don’t have?” Voges tone was stern. No sense of mirth in it this time but there was a sense of intrigue in it. 


Jean’s mind worked. She knew what he wanted and though there was a growing part of her that wanted to give it to him. To give in and become his property for all time she knew it wasn’t large enough to overpower every other thought in her mind that was built into her from years of practice. She thought of her friends. Her team and her family. Jean was not yet ready to leave them but she knew the desire to stay was growing with her and wondered if she could stop it. Did she want to?


“I don’t know” Jean admitted.


“There is only one more thing I want from you. Your complete surrender to being my slave. I will not force you and you will not be fucked again until I get it…..” Voge seemed to pause mid sentence and jumped off of the desk. Showing a surprising agility he walked out of view but Jean could hear he was over by the cabinets again. Hoping not to be struck again by the yard stick Jean’s emotions whirled.


When he returned he smacked her ass with the palm of his hand. The unexpected slap caught her by surprise and though it did not hurt she yelped a little which caused a slight chuckle from him. Head still on the desk she could hear him fumbling with something. The leash was piled just in front of her on the desk for the first time he had let it out of his hands. What he fumbled with seemed like more chains though to Jean.


“Stand up and turn around” He ordered.


“Yes Sir” Jean answered and put action to his order. 


In his hands he seemed to have a pair of underwear and a bra. These were metal and chains though. Small little chains made up the straps on both the panties and the bra. The bra seemed to have metal cups that would support her breasts and the panties joined together at the front in chain with a padlock in the center. 


“You will not get fucked ever until you agree to be my slave” Voge handed her the panties. Jean took a closer look. The padlock would lock the panties on her and completed along with a mesh chained front and back would prevent anything from penetrating her. She saw she could probably pee but even doing that and anything more looked to be perilous and messy.


“I am not wearing that”


“You will wear it or we are done” Voge stated firmly. 


Jean mused over the command and the open threat. She could be done with it all now. That part of her that wanted to submit, wanted to be his slave could just wither and die in the back of her mind. It would be much easier she thought to herself. Her pussy said differently though as did her clit. She wanted his cock back in her pussy and was willing to do just about anything to accomplish it.


“I…..I….“ Jean muttered.


“Take them home with you. Know that I have the keys but if you come tomorrow you better be wearing that. If not our time is done” Voge offered her time and the ability to think it all over. 


The pair of items dropped in front of her. Landing on the key that would unlock her from her collar. Clanking and scraping on the wooden desk the chains of the new ensemble sounded enchanting to her. Voge let her think about it for a few minutes.


“Be gone then and return tomorrow wearing them” Voge commanded. He huffed as he walked away. Not even allowing Jean to finish her goodbye ritual. Jean took the key and unlocked herself. Finding her clothes she picked them up and dressed herself. Thinking about just leaving the two new garments behind to show that was her answer she sighed and grabbed a hold of them before leaving.


“No harm in thinking on it” Jean openly mused while she walked out the door. 


Voge had turned his back to her while she had finished getting changed and leaving. When she left he returned to his desk and smiled.



Jean sat in her room at the mansion. Her bum hurt but she was okay. She fiddled with the chastity devices that Voge had given her. It had taken her a moment or two to figure out that was exactly what they were but she knew now that was their function. The mission to save the children was about to depart and Jean’s mind should have been there but instead she was back at Voge’s his cock in her pussy Jean couldn’t help but notice that she was making herself wet without so much as a finger. Just her mind replaying the memories of the earlier time.


Thankful when the time came to leave Jean put the two items down and left.



Tracked to an old storehouse in Warsaw the scoundrels had turned it into a temporary selling location and home. It was just the girls tonight, thought Jean as she moved out from the room. Joining her was her daughter Rachel, Storm and Kitty. Kitty had been the one hunting through all the technology for the group while Rachel had done her best to find them the old fashioned way. She had been close to thought Jean, only a few hours beyond the information that Voge had been getting her. Her history as a tracker suiting just fine, despite the terrible loses she had occurred to get the skills. Storm had been her normal optimistic self and never gave up hope. Jean had told her she was going to Voge for help but Ororo had believed Rachel would find them. She had been right and all this could have been prevented thought Jean. Her mind racing back to Voge and his cock inside her. Jean joined the others in the hallway as they moved out.


“You okay Mom?” Rachel asked. Taking a seat behind her in the jet they were using.


“Yeah….. why Rachel?” Jean asked. Confident that she was masking her thoughts and her emotions beyond even Rachel’s powers.


“I don’t know…. Just a sense” Rachel said. She reached from behind and placed a hand on Jean’s shoulder.


“We’re getting them back tonight and then you don’t have to see that blue little man again” Rachel said with a smile and nothing but conviction in her voice.


Storm looked over and smiled as well at Jean. Saying nothing but her face telling her the same thing.


“Lets get these guys!” Kitty announced. Strapping into a seat next to Rachel. 



The storehouse looked as deserted as all who claimed it to be was. Jean could tell better though. She sensed the children inside and the three people that made up the scoundrels. From all information all three had powers. The leader, a man by the name of Goritz had the power of tactile emotion. He could elicit any emotion in anyone he touches. There as Mema who was a telekinetic but not much of one. Apparently had a hard time lifting anything above the weight of a chair. Still could be deadly Jean reminded herself and intelligence had been wrong before. Finally there was Lev. He was a light absorber. More powerful during the day he could use his stored energies in limited power bursts from his hands. 


Jean and with Rachel's concurrence also noted three more psychic signatures within the storehouse and in almost direct contact with the three scoundrels. They were women that much Jean could see from the link and very devoted was probably the best way she could put it in her mind. Devoted to what she didn’t know. She marked them in her mind as potential threats and readied to go in. 


Storm created some fog and Kitty did some recon before Rachel and Jean moved in with them all. The storehouse was dark and full of disregarded machinery and all sorts of garbage. Jean and Rachel kept the team in contact and aware of the people in the area. Jean located the children in a large caged off area. Her and Rachel went to release them while Storm and Kitty dealt with the scoundrels. 


“Storm and Kitty are going to need help especially If those other three are powered Mom” Rachel stated while ushering out a pair of young boys from the cage. They were escorting them all to the jet they had taken there but Jean knew somehow that those three women that she had sensed before were no threat. Something inside told her they were not to be taken lightly but they would not harm them. 


“I think Storm and Kitty will be fin but lets get these stranglers on and then we can go help” Jean replied.


The sounds of Storms lightening and the booming of Kitty throwing people against walls greeted the two redheaded telepaths as they found their fellow X-Men in battle. Just as Jean thought it was only the three men fighting. The women were just out of sight for a moment. When she did catch a glance of them her heart skipped a beat. Dressed in leather and latex the three women were all between the ages of twenty and twenty five Jean thought. Their breasts and pussy’s exposed even in their leather and latex clothing they all had black collars locked around their throats with connecting black chain to large eyelets in the concrete floor. Rachel came to stand beside her. Remarking about how Storma dn Kitty were dealign with the three slavvers before she too saw the collared women.


“Mom….. we have to help them!” Rachel exclaimed. Running towards them.


“Wait… Rachel…. Wait!” Jean ran after her daughter. Rachel knew what it was like to be collared and leashed. Jean now did as well but she thought she knew when people wanted it, like her and when they don’t. Like Rachel had been forced to as a young woman.


Jean got to Rachel just as she was about to unleash the women with a telekinetic charge.


“Step away bitch!!” one of them yelled. A blonde whose eyes shined in anger. 


“What?” Rachel stopped. Looking at the women. They seemed comfortable and more upset at being possibly freed then anything.


“Rachel… honey, I think they like it” jean said. Catching up to her daughter.


“Listen to Mommy red” Yelled another one of the women. A brunette who though talking to Rachel and Jean had her eyes fixed on the battle ongoing between the slavers and the X-Men.


“Your crazy. You just want to be left collared like pets” Rachel was angry and Jean could see her aura emanating from her.


“It’s their choice” Jean tried to reason.


“No…. It can’t be…. No one willingly does this” Rachel stated. It hit Jean hard but she could feel Rachel reaching out and verifying that there as no foul play. That they weren’t brainwashed or otherwise coerced into it.


“You’re all nuts” Rachel stomped away. Determined to take out her frustration elsewhere.


“You understand” The brunette said. Finally turning her eyes on Jean.


“Your Master’s will be taken into custody” Jean ignored it and tried to find another way to release them of their own free will.


“They will be back. You X-Men have no legal standing here. You’re just after the children anyway” the blonde said.


Jean knew that to be true and was a little taken aback by the clarity of the thoughts. All four of the X-Men had discussed the very real possibility that when they took the slavers in they would be released almost immediately. 


“They will return for you?” Jean asked.


“Of course. We are their property and they would not leave their most valuable pieces of property to waste” The brunette said. 


“How do you know?” Jean asked more for herself then for them.


“Because this is not the first time” all three responded.


“The other redhead has had bad experiences with slavery” The brunette said.


“Yes. When she was barely a teenager she was taken. Tortured and forced into hunting her own kind” Jean answered.


The three women lay quiet for a moment while they considered Jean’s words. There was a look of sympathy on their faces as they looked out towards Rachel. Rachel who at the at that moment was blasting Lev through garbage with a well placed and powerful telekinetic blast.


“Understandable….. she is your daughter?” The blonde spoke to break the silence.


Jean looked out towards her once more with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart.


“Yes” Jean’s smile was infectious to the three collared slaves.


“Then you cannot break her heart” The brunette said. Jean looked at her and frowned. Of course she would never break Rachel’s heart.


“Of course not” Jean stated.


“We see it on you, in you. The yearning, the craving for a collar. You have experienced good things such as we have. You have experienced them lately as well. Your mind is conflicted” The blonde said.


Jean took a mental picture and made sure that her emotions were not leaking out. In the off chance they were telepaths.


“We see it through you. We can sense hormones and lust. We can deduce where that lust comes from” The brunette was playing with the chain attached to her collar.


“Are you some sort of hive mind?” Jean asked. Having encountered things like that before that was the only thing she could think of.


“No we are sisters whose powers amplify as we are together” The blonde answered.


“I would not break her heart” Jean restated.


“No, we know. Your yearning could break her heart. It is not a choice made lightly. To willingly give yourself to another. To allow all thought and control be dictated by another. It takes a special person to have that courage and an even more special person to hold that power responsibly” The brunette warned.


The battle was finishing now and Jean looked at the three slaves.


“You are courageous and as beautiful as any I have ever seen. You have the look and feel of a slave but only you know for sure” They warned once more before the X-Men loaded up the scoundrels and left the slaves chained up.



“Those girls were crazy” Rachel was exclaiming in the jet as they returned home that night. The men had been released right in front of the four heroines by the local police. Rachel fumed and Kitty tried to calm her. Storm sat in the pilots seat stoic and thoughtful as she navigated them home.


“Will you see Voge tomorrow to tell him his services are no longer required?” Storm asked.


“Yes I will be seeing him tomorrow” Jean confirmed.


“Tell that perverted slaver that next time maybe we will take him out” Rachel’s fury was not being blunted by Kitty’s soothing words.


“He has been very helpful and very accommodating” Jean reminded them all. 


The cabin the jet became silent except of the mulling of the children in the hod below. 


“I think we all need a break” Kitty interjected into the silence. Storm nodded her head and Rachel reach out place her own head on Kitty’s shoulders. Nodding in agreement as she did so.


“I think you are right Kitty” Jean voice confirmed all were in agreement.


“That’s why me and Kitty are going to take some time from the team Mom. Go back to England for a bit maybe and see Brain and Meg….” Rachel said. Takign her head from Kitty’s shoulder.


“Go see Illyana in Russia” Kitty added. Rachel nodded. 


Jean reached over her shoulder. Looking at the two friends. They had grown up together in many respects and now making right and timely choices on their lives. Jean couldn’t be more proud. Her smile at the both of them let them know that as well. Rachel reached over with her hand and gripped her Mom’s shoulder. Jean leaned her cheek into it and smiled.


“Take some time yourself Mom. However much you need. You can join us if you want” Rachel offered.


Jean smiled and with her daughters had still on her shoulder and her cheek firmly pressed against it she leaned in and kissed Rachel’s hand.


“You two have fun. No need to drag me along. I can find my own way” Jean kissed her hand one more time before Rachel took it away. Her head going back to lean on Kitty’s shoulder. All anger drained from her and smile forming on her lips.


“I am sure you will all be fine. I am taking a leave as well and going to Wakanda” Storm stated.


“Trying to revive the marriage Ororo?” Kitty asked.


“Spending time with a friend….. anything other that is welcome as well” Ororo turned briefly and winked. Causing the two younger X-Men to chuckle in amusement. Jean smiled as well and reached over toe take Ororo’s hand.


“He would be lucky two times over” Jean squeezed her hand. Ororo took Jean’s hand in her other and returned the squeeze.


So the mansion would be without her closest friends for a time and by the sounds of it a long time. Jean wondered if that was fate telling her what to do or just coincidence. Later when she was in her room she looked over the garments. The chastity devices that Voge had sent her home with and wondered if fate was indeed telling her what to do. A finger traced the chains on the device that would block her pussy. She wondered what it would feel like.


“I could always rip it apart with tk. I don’t need a key” Jean openly mused. Picking the item from the bed and placing it around her waist like she would if she were sizing a pair of pants. 


“It looks like a good fit”


Reasoning that he would not like it destroyed Jean decided against just trying it on but she was left with a question. Voge had made it clear if she wanted to continue she must wear it and in doing so she would not be able to enjoy herself until he allowed it. When he allowed it would be when she agreed to be his slave. So by putting on the chastity devices she was in a way agreeing to be his slave. Jean did not want that…. At least she thought so but she also didn’t want it to end.


“I can put it on and then destroy it if it goes to far” Jean reasoned aloud once more. 



The next day Jean walked into the club. As always she was shown to the study by the large man that Jean had identified as not only security but also as a high up in Voge’s organization. She squirmed a little in her costume as the door opened. Voge was sat behind his desk. Tablets in both hands and a worried almost perplexed feature on his face. 


“I have no time for games slave” Voge quirked with an almost irritable sneer.


Jean nodded and striped from her costume. Revealing the chastity devices on her chest and her pussy. Voge looked at her and the sneer and irritable look on his face vanished. Replaced with a smile that could have lit up the room. He pushed himself from the desk and walked towards her. Jean was just about to start to get on the floor to kiss his feet but a look from him told her to stop. Voge reached her side and reached out. His hands going to her front and back. His right hand at the front grabbed a hold of her breasts through the metallic cups that were locked in place. Jean felt his rough touch through the metal and the movement it caused caused her to slightly wince in pain. The device was clearly not built for to much movement. Though her breasts were trapped by the cups she was endowed enough that there was a slight overflow which seemed to please Voge to know end. Hes fingers traced around the covered breasts and up to her neck. Smiling his other hand moved down and gripped her metallic covered behind. His hands roamed her body for a few minutes before he finally stepped back and nodded. Allowing Jean to fall to the floor and greet him as she had been taught. Assuming her kneeling position with her elbows out and knees spread wide she waited for Voge to say something.


“You look delightful slave” Voge turned on his heels and went back behind his desk. Picking up a tablet his gaze remained on her.


Jean didn’t want to say anything about being called a slave but she found it impossible to contradict him at the moment. 


After a few moments Voge looked at her with renewed eyes.


“How did the rescue go”


“Very well thank you for all your help Sir” Jean stated. 


“The scoundrels under lock and key?” Voge asked. His concern was real and Jean suspected he took delight in having even one time competitors off of the board.


“No, we tried to give them to local authorities. They just released them…. I was kind of happy for it to be honest Sir. They had three slaves chained that would not leave or even allow themselves to be unchained” Jean said.


“Ah the three sisters…… very beautiful. I admit I tried to acquire them but they are quite devoted to their Masters. Just as it should be.” Voge eyed Jean with a knowing look. 


“They…… they saw something in me” Jean admitted.


“Yes they are like that. Would have been perfect for the club here but alas it was not meant to be” Voge said. 


“For the club?” Jean asked.


“I thought this was just a nightclub” Jean stated.


“Oh my poor slave you are so naive and we did our best to withhold the truth from all” Voge touched a couple of icons on the tablet he held in his hand and motioned for Jean to get up and come towards the desk.


There Jean saw live cameras of the club. It was part dance club but Jean saw in it more then that. It was a whore house. At least that is what it looked like to her. On the screen she saw a club with a dance floor and multiple bars but also she saw different levels. There was a second level that was partly open to the bottom floor. On it was a smaller bar and covered areas. Jean saw women dancing provoctavly in all stages of dress and even some being led around in chains. 


“What is this?” jean asked pointing to the images.


“We offer all sorts of role play and scenarios for our guests. Including Master/slave. If you look at the feeds on the third floor you will see the true coup de gras” Voge swiped on the tablet and more images appeared of a third floor that was not open to anything else except a main elevator that Jean surmised carried from the bottom floor to the top along the right side of the building. It opened into a large lounge area that was designed to look like an old fashioned speak easy. With a long wooden bar and low lying leather couches that seemed to be full of men. There wasn’t a women to be found. The feed centered on a large pair of doors beyond the bar that caught Jean’s attention. She saw the feed extended to beyond the doors. Looking through these images and was shocked with what she saw. She saw women dressed in costumes of many of the super heroine community. Even a couple in her different costumes through the years. The entire area was made to look like some sort of dungeon. Every heroine had a collar and chains locked around their ankles and wrists. Jean found that some of them resembled so closely to who they were portraying that it took a moment to confirm that they weren’t. Spying a Captain marvel who looked every bit the part of Carol, Jean nearly blurted out. Voge caught it and forced her to calm down before she even got angered with a look.


“The top floor of the club is reserved for members and high paying ones at that” Voge said. Jean noticed that there was indeed listing of feeds of the fourth floor. 


The fourth floor was connected by an elevator as well but it seemed to end on the left side of the building. Jean hadn't even seen the hint of a shaft in either of the images but she assumed it was some sort of private entrance. The elevator opened into a small room with a desk. Almost like a waiting room. It held a couple of couches were two men sat looking at their phones. Behind the reception desk was a man who looked more like a football player then a receptionist. Tall and physically well built he could have been a security guard then anything else. Jean noticed that the feed for the floor was broken into descriptions. With ten more cameras on the floor all named room one through ten. The main camera that oversaw the reception could pivot and before Jean moved to the other cameras she pivoted the camera. She saw Voge watching her closely through the side of her eye. She couldn’t make out much beyond just a long hallway with the rooms all down there. Details were hard to see but she made out that each door had a different symbol on them. Only the first few doors were visible but she saw the symbols and knew what they were. Ever single one of them.


The first door had a yellow triangle in a circle of webs. The sign for Spider Woman. Jean wasn’t entirely sure if Jessica Drew who was Spider Woman had been reported missing lately but she knew instinctively that when she taped on the feed for room one she was going to see her. Jean didn’t know her to well but she knew who was real and not. When she tapped on the feed she saw Jessica chained in a spread x with her feet of the ground. A thick black metal collar locked around her throat. A large man in an expensive suit was busy pumping his cock in and out of her.


“I thought you were out of the slave game?” Jean asked. Disgusted and changing the feed back to the main reception.


“I said for the most part. I still have to bring in some high level to attract the high rollers” Voge eyes roamed her body.


“Did you trick them all like you have been trying to trick me?” Jean accused. She wanted to run from the building but a large part of her wanted to see more and hear more.


“No. I had them captured and brought here” Voge said with a certain amount of caution in his voice and body language. Jean leaned over the table with the tablet in her hand.


“Release them” Jean stated.


“No, they would not leave now anyways. They are slaves to the club” Voge answered plainly.


Jean mused over that and the look and actions of the three sisters from last night guaranteed that this was indeed possible. 


“Is that to be my fate?” Jean pointed towards the screen.


Voge smiled. Knowing that Jean had just almost admitted that she was pretty close to agreeing to be his.


“No….. but you will make appearances there and on the third floor. As the others do” Voge admitted.


“Others?” Jean remembered about the ten doors.


“You have ten heroines enslaved here?” Jean asked incredulously. 


“No, there is currently four”


“Who??” Jean demanded to know who the other three were.


Voge motioned to the tablet. Jean looked on the main reception camera gain and made out the symbol on the second door. The symbol was a black circle with green radiation symbols in it. It took a moment before Jean realized she had heard that this one had been missing.


“She Hulk?” Jean exclaimed. Voge reached out and tapped the camera feed for room two. Inside was Jennifer Walters aka She Hulk. She was collared and chained but the chains were loose and she and her enormous frame were laid out on a massively over sized and luxury bed. A tiny by comparison man was sucking on her large green boobs. Jean could see a trail of juice coming from Jennifer’s thighs and her expression was one of bliss.


Like a terrible game she went back to the reception camera again to get a good look at the third door. It was a little harder to see but on the door she could make out the third symbol. It was a shield insignia. Jean knew who had been missing from Shield for quite sometime now that would fit Voge’s like perfectly. The camera feed brought up Sharon Carter. The blonde agent was currently not involved with anyone. She slept nude on a large bed. Loose chains dangling from her wrists and ankles as well as the thick black collar around her neck.


The fourth room the insignia was harder to make out. Jean couldn’t see much of anything to go off of and Voge said he would be putting more cameras into cover the hallway better as the floor filled up but for now she could not make it out. So she switched to the feed for the room. Her jaw dropped and her heart sank. In the room Sue Storm from the Fantastic Four was nude. Chained and collared like the others. Her face facing the camera while she rode the cock of a man who sat on a chair. Her breasts jumping up and down with each rhythm. Her moaning coming through the tiny microphones in the camera.


“They aren't supposed to even be on Earth right now” Jean exclaimed.


“She was captured in a rogue dimension. She took some convincing but now she rides cock as well as any whore I have ever seen. She is quite good” Voge commented. The open vulgarity of it all enraged Jean but something caught her and she calmed down. Not wanting to upset Voge she handed the tablet to him.


“You expect me to be apart of this? To condone it? To not even try and save those poor women?” Jean asked.


“Yes” Voge answered simply. His hands crossing in front of him while his elbows leaned on the desk.


“Sue is quite the attraction but once it is made clear that on any given night anyone can catch a glimpse of the enslaved Phoenix. My profits will go up ten fold. When you make your rare appearances on the fourth floor it will go up a thousand times that” Voge continued.


“I will not willingly whore myself Voge…… Sir” Jean corrected herself and felt foolish to give him that honorific after what she had just seen.


“Yes you will. You have my chastity device on now slave. You know that the next time you get fucked means you are agreeing to be mine. To do anything and everything I command. Including whoring you out to anyone I desire” Voge tookt eh tablet back from her.


Jean felt a surge fo rebelliousness in her mind.


“Your chastity device can be broken with a simple tk burst. You think you have me locked up you have done nothing to me that I can not easily undo” Jean wasn’t raging but there was an edge to her voice that Voge found a little frightening. 


“Yes you could. Why haven’t you?” Voge countered.


Jean looked at him and moved to stand at her full height. Nude as she was the collar and leash had yet to be added to her since her arrival. 


“Perhaps it is time we ended our arrangement” Jean stated.


“It has been always your choice slave” Voge prodded her with the slave comment but again Jean let ti slide again. It no longer bothered her being called a slave. Without truly realizing it she had come today knowing that she may have submitted to being her slave. Now knowing that he as still involved in illegal activities of a nature she couldn’t look away she felt that side of her no less powerful but for the moment more easily ignored.


There was a silence in the room that hadn’t been there at all in all their time together. Jean still nude moved to turn from the desk and grab her clothes. Thoughts running through her head about what she was giving up but she knew in her heart that she couldn’t submit to the man until she had somehow shown him she was not to be messed with. The sudden revelation of him holding other heroines in such a way made her angry and she was going to take it out on him. There was nothing more in her mind at the moment except to show him not to mess with her.


Voge stood and watched as Jean got dressed. He had known that the moment it was revealed to her what kind of establishment he ran it would cause problems. He wasn’t sure if this had been the right time but he had felt it was. Even know as she clothed herself and didn’t even attempt to complete her good bye ritual. He knew that he had been right. He also knew by the fire in her eyes that she was going to be seen again.


“See you around… Sir” Jean announced as she left.


Voge nodded and blew out a breath he wasn’t aware he had been holding when she exited the room. He waited a few moments and then called in his security head.


“Triple the guards at all areas for the time being” Voge ordered. 



Jean was not a master detective. More a fighter and a powerhouse then anything. Often then not if she needed information she simply went it to the minds of those who had it and took it. Finding out though how Voge was bringing in girls for the second and third floor was easy enough. She just staked out the club for a few days and found that the girls generally worked there like any other legal employment but there as every once and while a special shipment that was largely done by a cube truck that would unload one or two girls and sometimes even take a girl or two. Wrapped in translucent caskets the girls were unable to put up any resistance. 


Tonight Jean sat atop a rooftop that was a couple of blocks away from the club. She had noticed an increased presence in the last few day. Voge had beefed up his security but she was undeterred. Jean could sense all the security all around and even Voge himself down in the bottom level of the club. Probably in his study she thought. Deciding to hit the truck tonight on the way out from the club Jean flew through the air as it departed. Keeping a respectable distance Jean saw the truck beginning to make it’s way to a highway. When she was certain the security was far enough away they would not be able to help she swooped down on the truck. Stopping it from proceeding any further with a tk wall she opening the back of the truck to see two caskets with two blondes in them. There was one security guard in the back that Jean put to sleep. 


Opening the caskets she calmed the two naked women down. 


“Thank you, thank you” one of the woman said. The other nodded and cried into her arm while Jean found some sheets for the two.


“Did you know what was going on”


“They had us in shackles and collar…. Pleasing men. Then they told us that they were selling us to an overseas prince. They told us he was harsh and loved tall blondes” The one who was crying managed to blurt out. The other nodded along.


“Don’t worry. I’ll get you out of here” Jean had them whisked away before the security guards regained consciousness. 


The mansion was not the best place to take them but she had little option. The next day she placed them with their old lives and got back to work.



The next two months she disrupted Voge’s network. Attacking trucks and deliveries. Sabotaging the clubs power and doing everything she could do just make his life miserable. Ultimately though she wanted to get back into the club and release those women. Especially the enslaved heroines. Jean had been confused and confounded for some weeks trying to get a good layout. She had sketched what she remembered from the camera feeds but that was all she could do. She needed to gain access to the fourth floor and the roof was a no go area. Too many security and she would create too much of a scene trying to get through them all. Every night Jean looked for ways in and when she returned to the empty mansion she would think of Voge and what he had done to her and what his plans had been for her. Jean would blush and her anger would give away to a heat that would leave her furiously playing with herself. There were plenty of other X-Men still in the mansion but she felt the departures of Rachel, Storm and Kitty. Rachel and Kitty had sent messages and were currently in England while Storm had not been heard from but that was not uncommon when she went to Wakanda. She still felt alone and that heat would leave her furiously masturbating until the early hours of the morning. 


It was the images Jean couldn’t get out of her mind. The images of not only her fellow heroines in service and bondage but also the memories of her chained and collared before Voge. Chain leash connected to a silver collar around her throat Jean would envision herself in all the situations Voge had had her in. She would see herself in others as well. Until finally that night she started to see herself in the rooms of the fourth floor. Servicing clients at the command of Voge. There was something about the image of Voge marching her in there. Collared, chained and on leash towards the room. Taking her in and connecting her to the loose chains of the rooms and then introducing her to her first client. The face of the client was just a blur as Jean realized it wasn’t so much the person but the act that was making her hot. Fingers playing with her clit Jean lost count of the amount of orgasms she had until she was exhausted and panting on the bed in the morning.


“I need to get a handle on that” Jean remarked to herself. A hand still roaming her body while she brushed a tire and sweaty strand of hair from her eyes. 



Three more days since Jean had recognized that she needed to get a control of herself and she had found a way into the club that would start on the fourth floor. Her plan was simple. Go in and rescue the heroines first. Then they could help her to hold everyone off while Jean went and cleaned out the other floors of all those who were unwilling. She rehearsed her plan in her mind while she lay on her bed. Nude except for her boots, her hands roamed her body thinking of the club and Voge.


“Maybe once I have busted him then my mind will settle” Jean mused.



Flying to the club Jean felt a strange sense of calm and anticipation come over her. Unlike anything she had ever felt before when going to do battle. Deciding to ignore it she found herself at Voge’s club in no time. Looking over the club she found that her way in had been closed. The security net had been tightened but on the third floor there as an open window that just screamed trap. Jean was confident that she could get in without much effort ad diffuse any trap that might come about. Flying to the window she went straight in. Her senses on high alert she caught nothing of interest. Finding herself in some sort of storage room Jean looked around to see everything from toilet paper to sex toys. All carefully organized on steel shelves. By Jeans memory the third floor was a dungeon of sorts were women dressed in heroine costumes and fitted with restraints and collars served their customers. Getting to the elevator that serviced the fourth floor would involve her walking through the entire area. Jean could telepathically blind herself from all around her but she was sure an effort like that would alert Voge’s own telepathic skills. 


“Well I am dressed the part. Except for the collar and shackles. Maybe no one will notice” Jean mused openly making sure that there were no security alarms around she was tripping. A quick look in the shelves around noted that there were some spare collars and shackles. Debating if she should put them on or not cost her a few minutes but ultimately she decided against it. Maybe she was overthinking it she thought but if this was a trap then going out completely dressed like the other women maybe what they want. The collars and restraints left behind may be booby trapped somehow. 


Walking out into the club, exiting through the door it seemed to be set at the back of the club. The bar was just out of sight directly in front of her. She stood at the end of a long hallway with doors on each side. The doors were black with little sight holes at eye level. Jean noticed as she walked up the hallway the rooms were basically all the same. All with a tiny little dungeon complete with a bed and a washing station. It seemed relatively clean but inside most of them were women and their clients. Often in the middle of something quite sexual. Jean could sense the eroticism and joy in the majority of all the participants. Making sure not to spend to long in front of any of the doors and attract attention Jean saw the hallway opening up into what she had seen on the cameras. The club proper for the third floor. Approaching the end of the hallway she noticed there was more people here. Men dragging willing women behind them on their way presumably towards some of the open rooms. Jean tried to implant in to the minds of any of the women she came across the idea to run when the time came but their minds were far to occupied with pleasing their Sir’s. Thankfully there was no one paying too much attention to her. Up until she emerged into the club though all the men were taken. Some had given her a second glance as they went by but there was nothing more in their minds then appreciating her body. 


“Hey there sexy, where are your chains?” A tall male in a business suit asked. Slightly slurring his words while he carried a drink in one hand and tried to slap her ass with the other. Jean moved quickly away from him and that seemed to stop his attention but for a brief moment she felt all the eyes in the immediate area focus on her. Only for a moment and soon they were back into their own lives. Jean looked to her left and saw the long bar. It was built with a large wide wooden bar and stocked with all sorts of bottles behind. On a quick look Jean counted at least seven servers behind the bar and more waitresses moving about. The waitresses were the ones that Jean got the most from with their minds. They all seemed to be there willingly. Being paid quite a lot but a major part of their brains kept screaming at them that the money wasn’t good enough to see other women enslaved. Jean was sure she could get them all mostly to run or even help when the time came. To her right she saw a small tiny elevator entrance that seemed to be the access to the fourth floor. Over it was a sign that read ‘Heroine Club Deluxe’. That must be how to get to the fourth floor. Right to each side there was two desks with two people sat behind and four security guards per desk. Each big and looked ready and even wanting for a fight. They blocked access to the floor. A quick telepathic scan of the area at a low level revealed that there was a way up but Jean wasn’t sure she was going to like it. Certain girls, certain slaves had the ability to go up and entertain any who maybe waiting up there. Jean tried to pin down one who had that privilege with her mind. Focusing in on a blonde that looked very much like Black Widow. Dressed in a skintight body suit complete with mock stingers she had taken off a red haired wig and sat on a bar stool at the end of the bar. Her chains hanging from her ankles on the stool and her hands, still chained gripping a glass of water. A collar with chain leash dangled between her but she seemed content to be on a slight break and getting a drink. 


Jean walked towards her. In the process she kept trying to get through to all the other chained girls around her telepathically to be prepared to run but she was just not getting anywhere. They wanted to be there. Jean thought she could push through it and get them all to run but she was sure Voge would sense it. Deciding that was her last effort she made her way towards the woman at the bar. Telepathically planting the need for help she had the woman ask her to help her go up to the fourth floor. It seemed a natural and even common occurrence that those those around didn’t think twice about it. Walkign with the woman to the elevator to the fourth floor Jean took stock of the situation again. A telepathic nudge to all of the workers and patrons here would nto get tehm to run. It would be much harder to convince them to go. In order to do so she would have to expand her energy which would alert Voge to her presence. Deciding that she couldn't really think of that now she was in the elevator and heading to the fourth floor with the other server. 


The doors opened to the small waiting room where one large man in a business suit sat. He seemed to be waiting impatiently while he played on his phone. The bouncer slash receptionist, eyed them for a moment but obviously trusting the regular server allowed them in. Only four people in the room it was child's play to knock the other three out with a telepathic burst. Finding the computer console behind the reception desk. Jean had a look over it and found that she could open all the doors to the heroines. Also looking at the mounted security and found that all of the heroines were alone except for Sue who had a client in there with her right now. She was currently suspended from the ceiling. Face upwards towards the ceiling and all four of her limbs suspended. She just hung there with her limbs stretched out while a pervert rammed his cock into her time and time again. Disgusted Jean sent a telepathic call to him and knock ed him out as well. Watching on the monitor as he just simply dropped to the ground. The grainy picture couldn’t really show the look on Sue’s face but Jean imagined it was amused. Hoping that with the doors now open to their cells the heroines would get up and be waiting for her Jean looked down and just saw the other three laying on their beds. Still in their chains and not really bothering to notice that there was a path to freedom. 


“Maybe it’s the chains stoppign them but Jennifer should have been able to break free of them at anytime really” Jean openly mused.


Half running towards the cells Jean opened the way into ad saw that all doors to the cells were open. The first cell was Jennifer Walters the She Hulk.


“Jen?” ean called out as she went into the room.


Slpeeing in her she hulk form was the lawyer turned hulk. Jean tried to telepathicaly wake her but noticed her powers were gone. 


“Well that half explains why she didn’t rip through the chains but why is she still in her hulk form” Jean again openly mused.


Deciding to go with the old fashioned way Jean started to poke and prod and even yell into the massive ears of the she hulk. Finally Jennifer began to stir. 


“Come on Jen we don’t have all the time in the world” Jean said.


“Who’s there? What would you like to do to me?” Jennifer said as she half opened her eyes and started to stretch out her massive body.


“What? No Jen I am here to rescue you” Jean said brushing aside the lewd suggestion.


“Rescue me? Who is that?” Jen said as her eyes started to fully open.


‘Jean Grey of the X-Men I found you heere along with some others being forced to serve in a whorehouse” Jean answered. Happy that she was beginnign to wake up.


“Forced to serve? No I voluneteered. I don’t need rescuing. I want to stay here” Jen pushed Jean away. If Jean hadnt’t seen it comign in the slugglish way the she hulk moved she may have been shoved clear across the room.


The chains that held Jennifer itnot eh cell were clearly designed for her strength and clicked and clacked with each momvement. 


“Now get out of here before my next client comes in” Jennifer warned in her very best Hulk voice. 


Jean stared at her for a few moments and decied she would come back to Jennifer in a bit. Perhaps she was still waking up. She nodded and went out of the room. Goinginto the next room to find that Jessica Drew the Spider-Woman was already awake. Lay on her bed in the nude she was stretchign herself. Her chains making everythign clang as well.


“Jessica?” Jean asked.


“Oh hey Jean. What are you doing here? You coming to work for Master Voge as well? He’ll love that. Always wanted you in his chains” Jessica teased.


“No I am here to rescue you” Jean said again. Now fully realizing that this wasn’t going to be easy.


“Rescue? What because of these chains?” Jessica picked up the chains in her hands and handled them almost lovingly.


“And having to whore yourself” Jean pointed out.


“Oh honey that’s all the fun though. No you go on and leave me here. I am quite happy” Jessica shewed her out of the cell like she was getting rid of an unwanted cat. 


“You can’t be series” Jean exclaimed but the look on Jessica’s face and her hands telling her to leave were certainly true. 


Jean was met with simialir scorn at Sharon Carter’s cell. The blonde sheild agent lay quite comfortably in her chains and actually was pitchign to Jean how she should just kneel and wait for Voge to put her in chains. Telling her that she would love it. The worst part was Jean was certain she proabbly would.


The last cell that was occupied was Sue Storms. The matriach of the Fantastic Four, Sue had been like a mother to all heroines in the world. Now As Jean stepped through to see her on all fours on her bed. Her back pointed away from her. Her chains rattlign aroudn as some random guy from behidn her just kept thrusting his cock in and out of her drippign wet pussy. Jean hated that he cells seemed to be power dampening but she didn’t need her powers to throw the guy from her. Caught completely unaware Jean threw him down to the flow and with a kick she learned from Logan quite some time ago put him into the land of sleep without him even truly realizing he had been attacked. 


“Sue?” Jean asked. Appraching her from the other side of the bed. Sue seemed to just be waiting for the guy to get back up and continue. 


“Jean Grey?” Sue answered.


“Yes, come on let me get you out of here” Jean said.


“Oh Jean you shouldn’t have come. I can’t go back to my family after this. I love it too much. Plus you really shouldn't have come. It’s always been you he’s been after. He got every little bt of info on the X-Men he could get from me and I am pretty sure he did the same to Jennifer and Jessica as well” Sue answered. She still lay on all fours on the bed. As if she was just waiting for the man to get up and start again.


“You should go before he discovers you’re here or you will never leave. I’ll tell the guy he slipped and hit his head. It’s happened before. He was actually not half bad either’ Sue said.


The words coming from Susan Storms mouth seemed so entirely wrong but even without her powers Jean could tell that she was telling the truth. She also knew that despite their links to the X-Men being relatively small the four heroines that had been caught here would have some surprising information. Sue and the Fantastic Four had fought with the X-Men numerous times. Jean’s daughter even came close to marrying a future version of Sue’s boy. Jennifer in her day job as a lawyer was effectively a lawyer to the hero community and that often included the X-Men so she would have information. Sharon Carter was a shield agent of the highest order that would have access to all sorts of intel. Jessica Drew was a former shield agent and Hydra agent who again would have had enormous access to information. 


“I can’t just leave you. What about Reed and the kids?” Jean asked.


“I’m not going back Jean. Now go! Go now!” Sue demanded. 


So confused and taken back Jean couldn’t help but back out of the cell and into the hallway. She looked down the passageway over the other cells and sighed. Her powers were not working as soon as she came into the cell block. Going back into the reception area she could telepathically nudge them but as soon as she went into the cells to help she would lose that nudge and they would stay. Voge’s programming and brainwashing was perfect. Reasoning that the only way to release them was to get to Voge and shut the whole operation down Jean went back to the reception area and back down the elevator. 




Emerging from the elevator alone alerted the two security guards that there was a problem. Jean had had enough though and simply pinned them to the wall with her telekinetic powers.


“VOGE!!!!” Jean called out.


The entire activity of the club stopped. All eyes turned and focused on her. Every single eye in that place turned to her. All of the servers dressed in superheroine dress. The bartenders, the security, the patrons. They all turned towards her and looked. The X-Men were not as well known as other superheroine groups but since she was on a floor full of cosplayers and those who knew what she looked like. The reaction was immediate. Roaring like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar some patrons ran. However not nearly enough and depressingly none of the workers. None of the security and none of the servers ran. If anything they seemed to take on a harder tone and posture. Jean could read it in them that they were ready for a fight.


“Leave here now! I wish only to talk to Voge and shut this sham down!” Jean declared. 


All around the servers and other staff of the club simply looked at her. Jean tried to put into their minds to run but there was interference. Someone, most likely Voge was blocking her. 


“Leave!!!” Jean cried out again.


There was no response from the workers.


“Patience Ms. Grey. I am here now” There was a voice that was unmistakably Voge’s. Coming from the center of the circle that was forming around her. 


Voge emerged from the crowd with a smile on his face. His red robe barely covered his small rotund body. He walked with a small gaunt and even a limp as well. Jean wanted to fly over there and rip his long facial hair from his face but something else stopped her. It wasn’t anything he was doing. After spending so much time with him all she wanted to do was kneel and be his. She had to fight the urge though but the momentary loss of concentration almos tproved deadly. The crowd that had formed aroudn her was shrinking in on her. Clearly willing to do what Voge wanted and that was capture her.


“I watched you make your way tot eh fourth floor. Did you have a good chat with your fellow heroines?” Voge taunted.


Jean realized this wasn’t good. He had been watching her the entire time and now she was surrounded by controlled fetishists who wanted to capture her. There was plenty of collars and chains hanging around too.


“Be a good girl and kneel right now. Show the entire club what a slut you are. Show them how much you want to be a slave. The Jean Grey of legend is nothing more then a slave” Voge once more taunted.


Jean couldn’t find her voice. She could see once more the shrinking of the circle around her. Voge was at the forefront of it. A smile on his face and a collar in his hand. Chains hanging from his other. Jean ached to be put in those chains but she sent a small wave of tk out around her. Forcing everyone back. Voge was undeterred though.


“Stay back Voge!” Jean cried out but she felt her own voice break there. 


“I will not be your whore!” She cried out again.


“Yes you will” Voge was now only a couple of feet from her.


He held up a basic silver collar with a d ring at the front. It was opened for him to place around her throat. Jean nearly knelt but then she caught herself. She managed a much stronger wave of her tk and it sent everyone back a dozen feet.


“Stay away!” Jean warned.


Her eyes darted back and forth but she didn’t look behind her. Two bouncers were nearly on top of her. Voge seemed to give them a wink and Jena didn’t know what was happening. They grabbed her from behind with massive hands. They held her aginast all of her attempts and Jean had been trained in hand to hand from some of the best. Her tk couldn’t do anythign and her telepathy couldnt break the hold Voge had on their minds.


“Get her on her knees” Voge commanded.


The small blue slaver was now back to being only a couplfe of feet from her again. Jean tried with all her might to resist but the two strong bouncers had a good grip and superhuman strength. They pushed her down to the ground. First forcin her to her knees and then onto her stomach. Jena thrashewd under their strength but she was going nowhere. Voge reached around her throat and locked the collar around it. There was soemthign nice about that and Jean felt her arousal begin to come up. Her struggles didn’t cease but they certainyl slowed. From sowmehre Voge attached wrist and ankle cuffs to her and connected them with chinas that were about three feet. The two bouncers then hauled her to her feet and Jean was forced to stand.


‘Admit what you are. Serve me as my personal cumdump and I’ll spare you more torture and humiliation” Voge offerred.


Jean tested her bonds and stared at the man. There was a large part of her that was so very aroused at the moment that it wanted to do just as he said but she couldn’t she wouldn’t.


“Go to hell!” Jean spurtted.


Voge laughed and reached ito his open robe. He puleld out a tablet and seemed to tap on a view thigns before he turned it towards her. Jean saw on the tablet pictures of Rachel and Kitty. The pair where in Northen England last Jean had heard and judging by the landscape that was where the pictures were taken. Voge scrolled through them and then showed a short video of the pair walking on the rocky shores of a beach.


“I can just as easily add those two to the cells. I’m sur eyour daughter would break nicely. She was a slave before and that Kitty looks like she is a repressed little thing. I could have them begging for cokcs before you know it” Voge threatened her.


This renewed Jean’s efforst snad she screamed out in rage at him. Thrashing in her bonds she nearly toppled one of the bouncers who still had a hold of her. Voge seemed to be taken aback by the renewed efforts.


“You leave them alone, they have no part of this!” Jean warned him.


“I don’t know. Your daughter and Ms. Pryde are both well known. I am sure they would be quite popular on the fourth floor” Voge taunted her.


Jean forced herself to breath. She knew he was purposefully making her mad so she wouldn’t focus. She stopped her struggling and the crowd around them seemed to relax. Voge did not though. Reaching out with her telepathy Jean tried once more to break the hold Voge had on the people but they wanted it to bad. So bad actually Jean could visually see in their minds the pure delight they were taking in seeing her chained up before them. 


“You have me in chains now Voge there is no need. Plus I trust them to fight off anything you send at them. Not to mention you may reveal yourself. If you manage to keep me here then your just asking form them to come after me. I’m here though and I know I’ve always been your target. You’ll keep your attention focused on me” Jean openly reasoned.


Voge came even closer to her and grabbed a hold of her chin, forcing her to look down towards his eyes.


“Yes I do believe I’ll keep my attention focused on you” Voge laughed.


He placed the tablet back into his robe and motioned to someone out of Jean’s field of vision. 


“Show me then that you are willing to keep my attention” Voge said cryptically.


Jean looked at him with concern and an eye to tryign to figure out what he meant.


Out of the crowd another security guard came towards him carrying a cowl like device that Jean had seen before. She had worn one before. They were slave cowls that would wrap around the jaw and cheekbones with a latex cover that would cover the face and transmit docile commands to the wearer. In their first encounter Jean had briefly been captured and forced to wear one. The effect of them was to make you completely obedient and if you tried to resist you would be shocked to such a degree they could kill you. 


“Put it on” Voge demanded.


Jean looked around and knew that not only would the cowl make her obedient to him but it would block her powers if heso choose. With her chained hands and the short lead they had she knew she would have trouble doing it but she probably could. The part of her that was so aroused wanted to do it and the rational part of her agreed it was the only thing to do at the moment but she would not submit she told herself.


“I wont submit” Jean told him.


“We shall see” Voge handed her the cowl. 


Jean took it in her hands. Witha sigh and a deep breath she reached up and placed it around her hceeks and jaw and felt it settle into place. Like before it seemed to automaticly adjust itself. There was a slight hiss as it seled itself around her head and then the latex hood unfolded across her face. Jean’s vision went black. IN her mind she felt her powers fade and in it’s plac eshe just felt nothing and a willingness to follow. There was some movement in frton fo her and she heard something being clicked to the front of her collar. Asssuming a sort of lead had been attached by Voge Jena felt a tug and realized walking while blind was going to be fun but she had no choice. She started to walk. Trusting Voge to not hurt her as he took her to whereever he was going.


“Jean Grey is defeated. She will be broken, tamed and enslaved and become my personal slave but fear not my friends she will spend much time up here so that she can be reminded of what a stupid slave she is” Voge’s voice took on a theatrical tone as he led her away.


Jean wanted to rebuke him but she couldn’t The latex hood covered everything. She felt her lips pressed against it and her eyes enclosed within it. Imagining that she looked like a rubber horror face Jean kept quiet and followed behind Voge.




Walking behind him felt like ti ttook foreer. There was an elevator involved and then a smaller hallway that seemed ot have a different echo before they seemed to stop. Jean felt the lead dettached from her collar and then she was shoved with hands and feet towards somewhere. Finally when she felt like she had been standing in her chains for a while Voge hit a button on the side of the cowl and the hood retracted from the cowl. Jean got a blaring light in her face but soon her eyes adjusted back to the light.


Wherever she was, was not somewhere she had been before. This was a larger room then the study she had spent so much time in before. This was more like a bedroom but there was far too much space and as her eyes adjusted and she saw what else was in there. It was definitely not just a bedroom. There was all sorts of bondage equipment and furniture. She stood right next to one as well.


A leather padded table lay before her. Only about three feet off of the ground like that of a small bed there were restraints at the corners. At the top of the table was pulley system that Jean had seen before. A stretching rack was not something she had ever expected to see. 


Voge reached around and took the slave cowl from her head.


“I never did like using these on personal slaves. For the masses it works and as an act of surrender it served it purpose. Welcome to my training room slave” Voge declared. 


“Didn’t really have a choice unless I wanted to hurt a whole bunch of people. You have wuite a hold on them” Jean responded.


“Yes, my telepathy would normally not match yours but all fo them have a deep seated need and desire to see powerful woman submit. That was all in their personalities before they came to me. So it was easy to use that against you. IT’s also why I hired them” Voge chuckled to himself. 


He started to remove her chains that were linking her wrists and then bent down and did the same to the hobble chain that was connecting her ankles together. 


“Are you sure you want to do that?” Jean asked knowing full well that with the cowl off of her and the chains gone she could easily over power him and get away.


“I’m sure. You will stay and lay down on the rack yourself” Voge responded again with a chuckle. 


The last of the chains fell away and Jean looked at him. There was a slight stand off as the two simply looked at each other before Jean’s arousal won. She bent over the table and lay down on it.


“Good girl” Voge almost clapped in happiness.


On her back on the tabel Jean watched as Voge walked around. He took her hands and her feet and attached them tot eh restraints at each corner. The table itself was not so bad. IT was comfortbale to be laying on but when Voge went toteh top of the table and statrted to use the levers to tighten the restraints Jean began to understand juts why this contraption was so feared for so long. Her limbs stretched out and pulled to each corner. Jean was instantly aware that they had gotten tto eh point where another couple of cranks on the lever and she was quite sure her limbs would be torn from her. Thankfully Voge seemed to crank the lever a half turn more and then stopped. It left Jean stretched out agonizingly so. Her limbs hurting all over but she was sure she cuold come to grips with it.


“Surrender and be my slave” Voge demanded. The small blue slaver stood at the side of the table by her head.


“Never!” Jean blurted out.


Voge shook his head as if he expected better. Then with a smile he turned and left her for a view moments. The sudden quiet and the sudden feelign of being alone left Jean with her thoughts and her pain. Stretched out on the rack her body was beginnign to be oversome with the pain. She tried to struggle and free herself but she was to tightly stretched. She could barely move an inch. He returned after what felt like a few mintues. Jean couldn’t see what he was doing but he was at the bottom of the table. Fiddlign with something that had his full attention. Then she felt soemthgin brush up against her sex. Somethign cold and metallic. It brushed up and then pushed a little further against herself before it just stayed. Resting right up against her clit. Jean couldn’t move and so couldn’t dislodge whatever it was that had been put there but knowing Voge she had a good idea as to what it was.


“Last cahnce for now slave. Surrender!” Voge demanded. The blue slaver was at the top of the tableagain. Leering down at her with lust filled eyes and a snile that Jean could only assume was something very close to complete happiness.


“I told you never” Jean responded but she felt a little unsure now. Her arousal was peaking again and with whatever was parked against her clit Jean knew ti was going to get worse.


Voge let out a huge sigh and then reached down across her body. Jean didn’t feel his hands on her at all btu then felt the metallic object spring to life. The vibrator that had been pushed up against her clit became alive with a frenxy of energy. Jean would have jumped out of her socks if she could have moved an inch on the rack. As it werethe only thing she could do was moan.


“OHHHHHH!!!” Jean cried out.


“Let’s see how you feel after some time together” Voge declared.


The slaver reached downa dn fondled one of Jean’s breasts and reached down with his head. His tongue came out and swiped across her nipple. Jean hadn’t noticed but her nipples were at fullattention and with his swipe she felt her lust grow. The vibritor workign along non stop on her clit certainyl didn’t help either. 


“OHHHH!!” Jean let out another long moan. Voge smiled and leaned down once more. This time close to her ear.


“You will submit. When you do I will fuck you so hard and for so long you will forget about anythign else but your desire to serve me in all ways” Voge warned her.


“Never!” Jean managed to say through greeted teeth and sheer will power. The vibrator threatening to take her ability to reason away from her.


“Oh? So your other friends on the fourth floor felt different? Why didn’t they leave with you. Togetehr all of you could have easily broken out” Voge teased.


The slaver licked her earlobe causign another spike of arousal to run through Jean. She kept her lips tightly pursed and refused to give him anther moan.


“They love their lives and soon so will you. You will spend most of your tiem by my side. Servign as my personal pet. Doesn’t that sound nice my little slut?” Voge asked.


He smiled over top of her and then left before Jean could even think of saying anything back to him. He was out of her sight before Jean could not hold it any further.


“OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Jean moaned long and loudly in the training room. Hoping that he didn’t hear but knowing that he would hear everything.




Stetched out on the rack for as slong as she had been her body’s pains were somethgin Jean would have tought would be absolutely horrendous by now. Hoever as the last orgasm washed over her she was surprised that as she thrashed in her very tight bonds that she couldn’t feel the pain anymore. Bound in an x positon on the table, Jean didn’t know how long she had been there. At first she had tried to count the time by the amount of orgasms she had. That proved to be a futale effort though when the vibrarotr that still worked away on her raw and very sensitive clit now just continued to rip orgasm after orgasm from her body. So she lay on the table and just let the orgasm over take her body and her mind. Sending her away from the pain and humiliation of beign in this dungeon to somewhere pleasurable. With each orgasm she felt the bounds on her wrists and ankles tighten but also becoem famialir. Almost apart of herself. Until she felt like she was one with the table and just meant to lay there for the rest of her life until she orgasmed to death. It was a stupid thought, she knew that in the back of her mind but as another orgasm came through her she couldn’t help but wonder was that to be her fate. Voge had left what felt like days ago. Her lips were parched with need for hydration and her body was soaked in half dried sweat. She felt like she was so drenched in it that if she were stretched out and tied off she would simply slide off of the table. The world about her consisted now of only the table, her body and the vibe. Again she knew differetnyl but another orgasm came over her to reenforce that she was nothing but his puppet at the moment. Literally pulled in any which way he wanted.


“How is my slave?” Voge’s voice echoed to her out of the darkness.


Jean realized her eyes were closed. Tired and just so outright exhausted Jean opened her eyes to stare up at the blue villain leering down over her. IT took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light but when she did she saw he held a pitcher of water in his hand and cloth in the other.


Jean tried to open her mouth to respond but all she could do was moan. The vibrator tearing another orgasm from her body.


“Would you like some water slave?” Voge asked her.


Knowign she could not speak all she could do was nod her head. Which she did so very quickly and without shame. She knew deep down that he would nto let her die and wondered if she could push it but she really didn’t want to go that route. As humiliatingand degrading as this was. Tied to the rack and having orgasm after orgasm. Jean was actually enjoying herself. So for the moment she would play along. 


“Good girl” Voge smiled.


He tipped the pitcher over her mouth. There was a splash of water as he missed her openign mouth and it hit the side of her cheek and then as he adjust ed some went into her eye. Jean would have cried out but again her throat was dry and she wanted the water so didn’t want to upset him. Finalyl the water started to stream out a little into her mouth. Jean took as much into her mouth as she could and closed it and swallowed. Voge stopped pouring and waited for her to finisha nd nthen when she opened her mouth again he started to pour again.


It took a few mintues but Jean eagerly and greedily drank most of the pitcher of water before she managed to shake her head to more. Voge placed the pitcher down on the table and took a hold of the cloth in his hands. Startign at her face he wiped away the excess water that was dribblign from her moutha dn then moved to the rest of her body. Doing his best to wipe away the sweat. He towled her down as much as he coul dwith a gentle almos tloving grace that felt really nice. Jena felt like she was being cleaned like a beloved piece of prperty and though she knew she should have been offended and humiliated she actually found ehrself leanign into his touches as much as possible. The loving gentle carrasses he did were just so gentle and sensual that even with the vibrator humming along on her pussy she fel the arousal but a more personal touch. A lovign touch. Jean knew this was apart of it but she didn’t care. This was apart of the plan to turn her into his slave but any human touch at the moment felt good. 


“I know your not ready yet slave. So you will continue on the rack longer” Voge said as he finished wiping away sweat. 


With a refreshed throat Jean felt like she could talk if she wanted to. Though she kept her mouth shut because she wasn’t entirely sure what she would say. Her moans stpoke another language though when the neve rending vibe snatched another orgasm from her raw and far to sensitive clit. Jean couldn’t help now but feel the pain down there as it had just been played with for far to long. A condition she didn’t even know existed but now as she felt her exposed clit beign continsously played with she knew it was red, raw and without the orgasms she would be in tremandous pain. A tear escaped her eyes, Voge saw it and looked at her with expressionless eyes. For a long couple of moments they just stared at each other before Jean managed to poitn with her chin down to her clit.


Voge seemed to get the hint and moved down towards her lower body. Leering over top of her he seemed to pause for a couple fo mintues and tehn with much happiness and sadness Jean felt the vibe stop. 


“That is quite raw my dear slave. We are going to have to do soemthgin abotu that or all this pleasure will certainly turn to far to much pain for you very quickly” Voge mused.


Jean nodded her head enthusiastically towards him.


“Do you surrender to me as my personal slave?” Voge asked with a wicked gleam in his eyes.


Jean shook her head no but not nearly as vigoursly as before and Voge seemed to notice that. His smile was large and wide on the moutashed face of the villain.


“Perhps I leave it on then and let the pain teach you?” Voge mused.


Jean cringed inside but managed not to show any reaction to it.


“No, I think not. Save that kind of pain for later I think. Luckily you are not the first slave to encounter this problem” Voge laughed.


The blue slaver smiled at her for a moment and then walked away from the table. Jean was alone again but she didn’t need her powers to know and sense that he was still nearby. He came back within a couple of minutes with a small tub in his hand. Like a tub of facial cream any woman might have in their makeup kits. Placing it down on the table he twisted the lid off and reached in with a couple of fingers. With his free hand he seemed to do something to the vibe. Jean could feel it loosen it’s hold on her clit. It seemed to fall away slightly though Jean could still feel it there it was no longer pressed so firmly up against her clit. Voge took the cream on his fingers and began to massage it into her clit. In tight little circles he rubbed the cream in. Jean would have been so erotically charged by the motions that she probably would have been building to another orgasm by his attention. Thankfully with the vibe off and the pain in her body returning. Not only in her clit but also throughout her entire body from the torture of the rack Jean’s mind was elsewhere and could refrain from getting aroused even more from his touch. Voge was deep in concentration as he took more cream from the tuba and rubbed it into her clit. Jean could feel an immediate lessening of pain down there which was nice. A warm and cooling feeling spreading through her body in that area that seemed to take the pain away. 


He was done after about five minutes and put tehlid back on the tub. Walking to the head of the table again to look down more closely into Jean’s eyes Voge smiled at her.


“How does that feel now slave?” He asked.


“Better” Jean managed to say.


“Thank you” Jean managed to breath out as well. 


“You are welcome slave” Voge leaned down and with a froce that was beyond sensual took her lips into his and kissed her. 


Jean was taken by the action and would have tried to push him away if she could. His tongue though wormed it’s way into her mouth and started to dance with her own. Despite herself Jean returned the kiss. Her own tongue playing away with his. Jean felt another tear escape her eyes as she realized just how much she enjoyed it.


He broke the kiss with a final slurp of his tongue and stood back to his small stature overlooking the table. 


“Rest now slave” Voge walked to the top of the table where the levers were for the rack. He pushed forward on it and Jean felt the torque and the tension in the binds loosen somewhat. She still could barely move but it was enough to give her a little bit of comfort.


Voge then disappeared and left Jean with no pleasure and still a large amount of pain in her body.




Voge returned some time later. Jean was quite literally racked with pain. Without the constant abuse of the vibrator on her clit her body was remembering just how much pain she was in. The pain in her clit was long gone but in her joints from the stretched out limbs Jean had never felt the like of pain before. In her battles she had been injured many times and needed long times to recover but this was something else. Dull bone shattering aches that just would not go. Her entire body felt like it throbbed in pain. With each beat of her heart she could feel the ache of her body. It was excruciating and long ago Jean had begun to cry. Fearing that all the water she had managed to drink from Voge before was now coming out through her tears Jean wept even more. 


That was how Voge found her. Weepign on the rack as she came to her side. His face did not betray a thingas he looked down at her. Jean looked up at him through tear soaked eyes nad pleaded with him in them to stop.


“You look terribly miserable my pet” Voge stated.


Jena didn’t say anythign in response but her tears were enough of a response to Voge.


“Would you like me to take away the pain?” Voge asked.


Jean nodded her head as more tears came from her eyes.


“Do you surrender?” Voge asked.


Jean thought about it for a moemtn and then had to go with what her mind was telling her. She shook her head no and Voge blew out a long breath.


“Heroines are so stubborn” Voge openly mused.


He went to the top of the table and pulled on the lever. The tension on the rack increased and Jean screamed in pain as her limbs were tightened.


“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Jean screamed and cried on the rack.


“Do you surrender?” Voge demanded.


Jean shook her head again and Voge tightened the rack again.


“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!” Jean screamed out through an increasingly dried throat. 


“Now?” Voge demanded fromt eh top of the table.


“NOOOOOO!!!!” Jean screamed out in defiance.


Voge sighed in a way that Jean was more disappointed with her then anything. He tightened th eack again and Jean screamed out once more.


“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”


Voge then went to the lower half of the able. Jean could feel the vibrator beign moved up to her clit once more and she squirmed as much as she could which was nothing. 


“NO…...NO…… PLEASE!!!” Jean cried out.


Voge placed the vibe against her only recently healed clit and turned it on. Jean felt it instantly. The tightened rack and the new vibrations goirng through her body caused her to orgasm almost within moments. The pain of an orgasm agaisnt the tightened rack Jean could feel everything in her body. The increasing pleasure beign caused by the newly reactivated vibe and the aches from the tensioof the rack.


“Think on your choices slave” Voge demanded.


The blue skinned slaver turned on his heels and vanished from sight. Leaving Jean to only scream in pleasure and pain behind.




Had she passed out? Jean couldn’t help but wonder. An orgasm ripped through her body but she didn’t even have the energy now to barely recognize it. Her entire body was a mix of pleasure and pain. She didn’t know wither to cry from it or to laugh. Since she was so exhausted though the decision wasn’t one to make. She just lay there as her eyes opened. The constant vibration on her clit was as normal as hearing herself breath ow and the dull aches caused by the rack while extremely painful seemed to have been placed behind a sort of invisible wall within her mind. Allowing her to cope with it but not become overridden by it. It was almost like an out of body experience. She stared up at the dark ceiling of the training room and wondered if Voge would ever return. He had seemed quite disappointed in her the last time he had left. Understandably so she imagined for him. Kneeling to him and becoming his slave was certainly something she wanted but she could not do it. Even now with all the pain in her body, it could be relieved within moments with a simple nod of her head to the question but she could not do it. She was a heroine and an X-Man not some sex slave. Though as she felt the throws of another orgasm attempt to squirm her body she wondered just how true that was anymore. So she stared at the ceiling and wondered when the next time she would get some water would be.


It was a long time it turned out before Voge arrived again. He carried another pitcher of water and a tub of that healing salve. Whatever it was had certainly down the trick before. Her clit was sensitive now but it was no longer raw and she had endured more vibrations on it then ever before. She watched him through pain and pleasured eyes as she placed the pitcher down on the table and walked upt oteh head of it. He leaned down over her again and placed his lips on her own. Jean accpeted the kiss and opened her mouth to let his tongue in. She kissed him back, passionately but a part of her still hated him for this very simple yet sensual act of control. They kissed for a good few mintues before he once more broke it off. He was the only one who could thought Jean as she lay stretched out on the rack.


“Are you ready to surrender slave?” He asked now. A hint of hope playing out over his face.


Jean was actually quite happy to be able to crush that hope for at least the moment. She shook her had no again and watched as that hope turend to rage for a moment and then fade.


“Disappointing” Voge simpy said. He picked up the pitcher and Jean opened her mouth. 


With a motion of spite that Jean wouldn’t have expected from him he poured the pitcher of cold water all over her body. Not once comign anywher enear her mouth.


“Then you will get no favors from me” Voge decreed. There was no anger in his voice but there was a stern tone to be sure.


Jean wanted to cry but after breakign his hope and then sufferign the loss of any water she could nto, would not give him the satisfaction. She stared up into his eyes angrilly and tehn looked away.


“You will leanr your place slave” Voge warned her.


The tension on the rack as increased again and though jean didn’t want to give him any satisfaction of hearing her do anything at the moment she couldn’t help but scream in pain. That invisible wall in her mind crumbled as the pain spread once more unabated through her. Voge for extra menace reached down tot eh vibe and turned that on impossibly another higher level. The pleasure that had become a low dull of forcing pleasure through her once more became a wave of pleasure teaming through her again. It was as if she had just been placed on the rack again for the fist time. Though this time she was already exhausted beyond all else. Jean couldn’t help it. She wept like a baby as he angrily stormed away.




She must have passed out again because this time when she woke she discovered she could move her arms and feet. Though with each movemetn came waves of pain that surpassed antyhgin she had ever felt before. The only reason she knew she was awake was because of that pain. Way to exhausted to even open her eyes Jean knew that the very act of being able to move her limbs was proof something had changed. There was no vibrations on her clit either. There was a coldness on her bare ass and back that suggested she lay on a stone floor but that was the only impression she could get until she could open her eyes. IT took a few mintues but she was finally able to do just that. Opening her eyes she foundherself ina small cell. Maybe about eight feet wide byt eight feet deep and eight feet tall. She lay on a pile of hay that had sperated around her nad allowed her back to touch the floor. The floorwas a dark grey stone that had been weatehred by sun and water for a long time before it had been picked and brought here as part of the floor. The walls were made of the same stone except for one that contained heavy chrome steel bars and a hatch to enter and exist from. Jean tried to get up but instanly knew that wasn’t possible yet. She didn’t have the enrgy but she did notice something. There was a iron shackle around her right ankle. From there a heavy black chain stretched out and coiled around until her eyes tracked it to the base. Embedded itno a very heavy d ring in the back wall there was no way Jean would be able to pull that out. Her powers were still blocked and her body was just not in any shape to do anything but rest. 


Jean realized she must have been fading in and out of consciousness because the next thing she knew she was waking up again. This time her bum and back were warm. The hay had been piled underneath her to create a good bed like structure and keep herself elevated from the cold stone floor. Had she done that? She wasn’t sure. She felt a little better as she opened her eyes but still the aches of the torture threatened to overwhelm her. There was no other evidence to suggest someone else had been in the cell to change the hay around but she couldn’t rule out Voge coming in to make sure she was okay in between times of her fading in and out of consciousness. The ankle restraints was still there and with a little more energy now in her body she could jerk the chain a little bit. Judging by the size of it and where it was embdded there was no hope of truly releasing herself from it but she had to give it a tug anyways. With a grunt she did just that and found it was much heavier then she would have thought and certainly she wasn’t going anywhere. She barely got the chain to move let alone causing anything to happen at the base. 



Outline:


New Iron Maidan. Translucent front. Spikes do not penetrate they are tiped with orgasm inducers.

Jean spends days in it. Being trasnfered back tot eh study and even back to the club to be put on show before comign back to teh study

Refuses to be his slave

Whipped while on a triangle horse. Orgasmed at the same time

placed back in the ion maidan. Told she will just remain as a piece of furniture in the club.

Spends days in the club on display

Voge gives her one last chance before he permanently seals her in. She reluctantly agrees

crowd cheers and mocks heroine She is collared and chained in front of all.

Forced to pleasure herself in front of all

Taken back to Voge’s trainign studio

trained to be a slave (positions, etiquette and sex)

Unveiled as the newest whore on Fourth Floor


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  1. Viscount7 February 2023 at 02:09

    A fresh idea. And a theme that is very hard to find outside your own stories. Looking forward to a complete story

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    1. Milestone817 February 2023 at 05:50

      Thank you. I don't think the theme is different then any of my others. If anything I feel I am annoying consistent with my stories. If you have read any of my stuff you an always predict they are going to end in much the same way.

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  2. Xanzibar8 February 2023 at 12:53

    This is very hot. I love this storyline. Jean Grey is a freaking gorgeous superheroine/Villian. She is one of the better drawn characters in comics. Still waiting for Hollywood to nail her casting. Famke Jenson was close to it. Sansa Stark not so much.

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  3. Xanzibar8 February 2023 at 15:14

    Come to think about it there is a comic annual storyline "Atlantis Attacks" where Attuma captures her and dresses her in this pearl body chain outfit that is downright sex incarnate.
    https://www.superherohype.com/cosplay/505507-superhero-hype-cosplay-unveiling-jean-greys-most-obscure-costume

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    1. Milestone818 February 2023 at 17:47

      Sophie wasn't given a good script. They can try all they want to fit the Phoenix Saga into one movie and they will fail every time because it should take like three movies to tell that story. Chris Claremont himself said it lends itself more to a mini series or something along those lines.

      Yeah that costume was a good one!!. Got to love the old sci fi bikini. Thank you slave Leia! lol. There was a similar costume if memory serves in the first X-Factor run when they find themselves on another planet and Jean is recognized as like the perfect specimen. I'll have to track that down.

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    2. Xanzibar9 February 2023 at 20:19

      Was that the Judgment War?

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  4. Tololing24 February 2023 at 22:48

    Finish this one..this is epic.Also curious to know the what happened to the first girl when jean first met voge..was she sharon carter?sharon carter imagined as emily vancamp..expand a bit on her as well if possible.This one is superb.

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    1. Milestone8125 February 2023 at 11:36

      Ha, thanks. This was one that was pretty close to being done. I might still get back to it. I hadn't gvien much thought tot he first girl. I suppose I could swing it around like that with Sharon. Don't worry to me Emily VanCamp is Sharon Carter. Not only was a perfect cast but she's a fellow Canuck so I have to support her LOL.

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  5. Milestone8115 November 2023 at 12:05

    Thank you, I love this story too. Of all the unfinished stuff this is up there as one I would like to complete some day. I can't seem to listen to it. Says file not found. I wouldn't mind you sharing it on DA as long as there is credit given to me and a link.

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