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Emma Frost walked into Kitty’s room while Kitty and Illyana were in the middle of raping Paige, and was a few moments before any of the three nude, horny girls registered her presence.
“Get up, Miss Kitten-Cunt,” said Emma, in a dry, displeased tone.
Kitty jumped up from where she had had her face buried in Paige’s pussy.
“Mistress Frost!” she said, feeling guilty, and not knowing why.
Illyana, who had been kneeling over Paige’s face and playing with her tits, tried to come to attention too, but her position made it difficult. “Mistress!” she said, echoing Kitty.
“Shush, slave,” said Emma, dismissing Illyana. “This is between me and Katherine. Go back to raping the Guthrie girl – it makes for a nice backdrop to our conversation.”
Illyana subsided, and obediently leaned down to 69 Paige.
“You exposed yourself before a class of students, Katherine,” said Emma. “You allowed them to play with your cunt.”
“They were adults!” objected Kitty. “18 and 19-year-olds!”
Emma slapped her across the face. Kitty recoiled.
“Do you think for a minute that is what I care about?” she said. “Did it not occur to you that students *talk*? That they discuss their slutty nude teacher with other students – and other teachers? Did you not think that Xavier might hear of this?”
Kitty went red. Somehow she *hadn’t* thought of that. Everything was just so strange – and slutty – these days that the idea of getting caught by Professor X hadn’t even occurred to her.
Did he know? Was Professor X, even now, picturing Kitty displaying her nude body to her students, and allowing them to finger her twat?
But Emma was already ahead of her. “I took care of it, kitten,” she said. “The students have spoken of it to no-one, and they will only remember your slutty behaviour when they are alone with you. At other times the knowledge of your whorish actions is simply not present in their brain – not even to a telepath.”
Kitty sighed with relief. “Thank you, Mistress Frost,” she said.
“But be aware – I do NOT need people asking questions about why a certain Miss Katherine Pryde is suddenly acting like a slut,” said Emma. “Particularly not from Xavier – and ideally not from Logan, or Scott, or that cow Jean. Because those questions might lead back to me, and having to divert their suspicion is a complication that will not please me.”
“I understand, Mistress Frost,” said Kitty.
“Now – why *did* you do something so slutty?” asked Emma. “Consider me curious.”
“Illyana – I mean, Mistress Illyana – is training me as her pet,” said Kitty, blushing.
“I see,” said Emma, her voice cold as ice. Illyana went very still, her face still buried in Paige’s cunt. “And did ‘Mistress Illyana’ specifically tell you to expose yourself in this manner?”
“No,” admitted Kitty. “But she wanted me to humiliate myself by going nude, and Storm suggested…”
“Storm?” asked Emma – and if her voice had been icy before, now it was possibly glacial. “Don’t tell me you’ve been sharing your slutty secrets with that weather witch?”
“She doesn’t care,” said Kitty hurriedly. “She doesn’t see any shame in sex, and she thinks there’s nothing wrong with a relationship like what I have with Illyana. In fact, she thinks I should have submitted to her a long time ago. She doesn’t know about you, Mistress Frost, and she doesn’t think there’s anything happening except for two girls being in love – well, in lust, I guess.”
Emma relaxed. “I suppose that will be fine,” she said. She snapped her fingers at Illyana, and Illyana rose from Paige’s cunt again.
“Slave,” said Emma, “keep your pet in line in future, and see that there are not further messes for me to clean up.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Illyana immediately. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“Do not apologise to me unless I have instructed you to, slave,” said Emma Frost. “Unforced apologies are beneath you, and they reflect poorly on me.”
“Yes, Mistress Frost,” said Illyana – biting her lip just in time to avoid apologising again.
Emma turned back to Kitty.
“Now, Katherine,” she said, “ the matter of your students brings me to an important question. You are one of my Hellions now, and I expect my Hellions to be able to make hard decisions. Tell me – do you think that all of your students have what it takes to be an X-Man?”
“Yes, Mistress Frost,” said Kitty immediately. It was the expected answer. A teacher should believe in her students.
But Emma slapped her.
“Do not lie to me, kitten,” she said. “I don’t want the sugar-coated ‘everyone can be a hero’ answer that Charles’ propaganda would have you believe. Some people have what it takes, and some do not. So tell me, do your students have what it takes?”
Kitty thought, and then said, reluctantly, “No, Mistress Frost. Not all of them.”
“Tell me more,” said Emma.
“There’s one girl – Lindsay Harshaw. The mutant name she chose for herself is Rainbow, but some of the other students call her Harlot. She’s very pretty, but her only power is the ability to change the colour of her hair. And she’s very vain and conceited, and I think she enjoys cockteasing the boys, and she doesn’t pay attention in class.”
(That last came from what Kitty heard from other teachers. Of course Rainbow didn’t pay attention in Kitty’s class – no one did. When Kitty had exposed herself before her students, Rainbow had laughed, and called her a dumb whore, and after the boys had played with Kitty’s cunt, Rainbow had deliberately pinched Kitty’s clitoris and spat on her.)
“So you don’t think Rainbow is cut out to be an X-Man?” asked Emma.
“I think if she goes on a real mission she’s going to get someone hurt or killed,” said Kitty, honestly.
Emma nodded.
“Very good, kitten,” she said. “That will do. You may go back to raping the Guthrie girl with your mistress. See that she cums. I do so enjoy when stuck up little bitches learn to orgasm from rape.”
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Later, as Kitty lay in bed with Illyana, after they had sent Paige back to her room – as oblivious as ever to the rape she had just received, thanks to Emma’s mind control – Illyana stroked Kitty’s face softly.
“Mistress Frost may not be pleased with you humiliating yourself in front of those students, kitten,” she whispered. “But I am. You’re a good pet.”
And although Illyana couldn’t see it in the dark, Kitty glowed with pleasure at those words.
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The girls were woken in the early part of the morning, and once again it was Emma Frost’s intrusion that woke them.
“Get up, ladies,” said Emma. “We’re going on a mission. Meet me in the hangar. Don’t bother dressing – I have special uniforms waiting for you.”
And then she was gone.
Neither Kitty nor Illyana knew whether Emma meant “don’t bother dressing” in the sense that they should wear casual clothes rather than their X uniforms, or “don’t bother dressing” in the sense that they should say naked. Given that Kitty had already displeased Emma once that night, they opted to play it safe and stay nude. In any case, Illyana could teleport both of them to the hangar, so it wasn’t like they’d have to creep through the mansion with their tits out.
When they arrived in the hangar via Illyana’s stepping disc, they found the vast space to be dimly lit. A few figures were clustered around the Blackbird jet. Kitty recognised Emma, dressed in her customary white-panties / white-corset / white-cloak ensemble. Empath was there, too, in the black variant of the X-Men universe. He had a nude, collared girl on a leash, and Kitty realised it was Roulette, who she had traded to Emma to become Empath’s slave as part of her bid to save Rahne. Roulette had visible handprint bruises on her face and breasts, and her face was bright red with humiliation as she stood there, leashed and naked.
And there was another girl, in fashionable clothes, with silver hair just like Emma’s. Because of the hair, It took Kitty a moment to realise that this was her student, Rainbow.
Rainbow turned when she realised that Kitty and Illyana had appeared, and her face lit up with a cruel smile when she saw Kitty.
“Oh, Miss Kitten-Cunt,” she said. “How good of you to join us!” And without asking for permission, she went up to Kitty, reached between her legs, and pinched her clitoris.
There was a sudden burst of heat, and Rainbow jumped back in alarm.
Illyana had drawn her flaming soulsword, and despite the fact that Illyana was as nude as Kitty, she suddenly didn’t look either vulnerable or ashamed.
“Get your hands off my pet, slut,” she spat, in a voice filled with quiet menace, and Rainbow backed up so quickly she almost tripped.
“Ladies, please,” said Emma, from over by the jet. “That’s enough of that. We’re here for a very important secret mission. And Rainbow, you should show a little more respect to Miss Pryde. After all, she’s the one who recommended you for the mission.”
Kitty had done no such thing, but she was smart enough to play along. “I thought you would be perfect for it, Rainbow,” she said. “I don’t think you really get to demonstrate your talents to the fullest in class.”
Rainbow was taken aback by the praise – but she didn’t question it. “Oh,” she said. “I guess… thank you.”
“Now, Auntie Emma has special uniforms for all you girls,” said Emma. “Do come and frock up.”
The “special uniforms” were a variant of the blue-and-gold X-Men uniforms, and appeared to be made of the same unstable-molecule Kevlar mesh. They were perfectly fitted to conform tightly to the bodies of the women – but they had one significant difference from the regular uniforms.
“Is this missing something?” asked Rainbow, poking at her uniform. “It’s got a hole over the tits. And over the pussy!”
“No, dear,” said Emma. “It’s exactly as it should be. It’s a very special mission, and I need you to trust me that you need to wear this uniform. It’s essential.”
“But…” objected Rainbow.
Emma strode over to the pretty young student.
“Are you questioning me, Miss Harshaw?” she said. “Is it possible that Miss Pryde was entirely wrong about you, and that you are, in fact, NOT X-Men material?”
Rainbow looked around for support – but the other women were already putting their uniforms on without complaint. And, of course, Emma wore lingerie around the X Mansion every day.
“No, Miss Frost,” she said, quietly, looking down.
“Mistress Frost,” corrected Emma. “And change that hair colour. If I want my buttocks kissed, I will give you a direct command to that effect. Perhaps red? Just like Jean Grey – I think you’d look pretty like that.”
Rainbow twitched her head, and her hair colour shifted to a deep, flaming red.
“Yes,” said Emma. “Very good. Now put on your uniform. We have work to do.”
The uniforms did indeed have an oval cut out over the bosom, through which Kitty’s modest breasts peaked out. They also had a large X cut out over the groin, simultaneously baring Kitty’s cunt and, through the lines of the uniform, drawing the eye towards it. It made her blush. She wondered what Emma’s goal was with these uniforms – simple humiliation, or something more sinister? But she did not dare disobey.
And she had to admit that the same uniform design looked very sexy on Illyana.
Roulette, too, got to wear the new uniform – although she kept her collar and leash. Emma didn’t bother changing, of course. And soon all the women were free to look at poor, humiliated Rainbow, as she cringed and blushed and tried to cover her breasts and cunt from their gaze.
“One last thing, ladies,” said Emma. “Tape.” She passed each of them a small roll of thin tape. Kitty took hers with confusion, not sure what it was for.
But Emma was already demonstrating. “Spread your legs, Rainbow, dear,” she said, kneeling in front of the humiliated girl. Then she reached out and spread Rainbow’s labia back, and used the tape to pin her pussy lips to her inner thighs – with the effect that Rainbow’s cute little clitoris and gaping fuckhole were exposed to public gaze.
Rainbow looked like she might die – especially when she saw Empath leering lecherously at her twat.
Kitty and Illyana followed suit, obediently taping their pussies open in the manner Emma had demonstrated. It felt lewd and wrong – and she suspected that was exactly how Emma wanted it to feel.
Then, together, all six assembled mutants boarded the Blackbird, and Emma launched it into the night skies above New York.
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As they flew, Kitty tried to catch Emma’s attention, by thinking very hard in the privacy of her own skull.
Mistress Frost, what is this about?
Emma’s response came immediately.
Oh, really, Katherine, you don’t have to SHOUT. Your thoughts are noisy even when you’re not actively screaming them at me. Do have some decorum.
Kitty tried to think more quietly.
Yes, Mistress Frost.
Emma sent back a further message.
And as for what it’s about, if I wanted you to know, do you not think I would have told you? Slaves need only obey, Katherine. Now, why don’t you play with your pussy as we fly? I think a wet cunt will serve you well for this mission.
That sounded ominous, and Kitty wasn’t inclined to masturbate in a jet full of other people – but then she discovered that it wasn’t a suggestion, it was a command, and her hand began to rub her cunt no matter what her brain was telling it, so she settled back and let it happen.
Besides her, she saw Illyana starting to rub her own cunt, just as Kitty was doing, and then Roulette began to do it in her seat next to Empath.
But there was no mental command for Rainbow.
Instead, Emma just said, “You’re a team player, aren’t you, Rainbow?”
Rainbow was left to look around, and blush, and contemplate the meaning of Emma’s words – and then, unaware that everyone else was being mind-controlled but that she, Rainbow, was acting of her own free will, Rainbow began to play with her pussy too.
And meanwhile the jet flew on towards its mysterious mission…
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